Arg! I lost the story I was writing! Ahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I really have no idea what to do4#$!

(I'm not cussing, just ranting.)

So, since I have to figure it out, here's a short piece on Jounouchi and Yama when in Early Egypt he was nothing but the captain of the royal guard.


Phyric Victory:

I told you, and you cried.

You kissed me, and I cried.

But what was I to say?

The king must choose my husband.

You showed me all the monsters in your heart,

The torture and the fears.

All I could say is 'I can't.'

You kissed me again and we fell off our chairs.

But then I turned and ran.

I fell upon my grandfather's feet.

I said, 'I love him!' and he wept.

'My daughter, I can not help.

The kingdom makes me play a part!'

He is the type to be the king.

Who am I to blame the one who saved me?

The one who loved me, though I am not his own?

When I looked, he understood.

He said 'Run!' though I must lead the throne.

And when I went to you, I dropped my robe.

And I loved you! And then we left.