Hello, ! Well, this is officially my first story! It may or not become a longer one later, as I'll leave that up to you. I apologize for shortness (as I'm not fond of short stories myself) and I hope you enjoy!
~The Queen Of Games _
The full moon shone bright through the halls of the palace, soundless until two sets of little feet came pounding through. A young girl,with a light tan and mesmerizing silver eyes. Donned in a simple white dress, the girl panted hard as she easily kept pace ahead of the boy. Said boy had very unusual hair: sticking up in five large spikes, black and edged with crimson. His golden bangs spiked in front of his moderately tanned face, hanging in front of his narrowed amethyst eyes.
"Anka! How are you so fast?! Slow down!" The boy whisper yelled, as to try and not wake the inhabitants of the palace. The girl, known as Anka, turned her head and flashed a little 'V' with her hand, and stuck out her tongue. "Never gonna catch me with that attitude, Prince!" Skidding and making a ninety-degree angle turn at the end of the corridor, Anka picked up speed once again, pulling farther from the tiring prince.
The tri-color haired prince huffed. "I told you not to call me that. We're friends, there's no need to be so formal!" He was louder now that the pair of children had passed the sleeping chambers in their little 'game'. Anka rolled her silver irises. "If anyone hears me calling you 'Atem', I could get in serious trouble! No." It didn't sound like Atem was going to win this argument. "Well, is there anyone to hear us now?" The young prince demanded, beginning to catch up and run alongside his friend. His face twisted into a playful smirk. "And by the way: you're it!" Stopping abrubtly, he ran straight in the other direction to hide and catch his breath. Slowing to a stop, Anka turned around, hands in her hips. "So ya wanna play like that, huh?" Pacing herself to a walk, the scarlet haired girl walked in Atem's direction, in no apparent hurry. "Game on, Atem."
Walking slowly through the quiet palace halls, her bare feet making no sound, Anka listened intently, her sharp eyes darting around to spot any movement. Sensitive ears picked up quiet breathing, and her head whipped in its general direction. Smirking to herself, Anka sauntered noiselessly to where the prince was hiding. Atem hadn't seen her yet, as his back was facing her approaching form, and the light cast her shadow behind her where he couldn't see. 'I can't believe this!' Anka thought, biting her lip as to not squeal. Tip-toeing silently up to the prince, she leaned her head forward and whispered "You're it, Atem." In his ear before poking him between the ribs and dashing off again. Scaling one of the tall trees in the garden, Anka waited patiently for him to come after her.
The horizon was beginning to stain a lighter blue than the rest of the night. 'Hm... it'll be dawn soon... ugh, more magic lessons.' Stifling a yawn, Anka's eyes began to close. "He'll never find me here... might as well take a nap..." The silver eyed girl whispered to herself, before a rich voice awoke her with a start. "It's a bit late for that, don't ya think Anka?" Shrieking, the startled Anka fell ungracefully out of the tree, about seven feet down to land flat on her back on the unforgiving sand. "Ow... sweet Ra, why me?" Atem chuckled, climbing down to stand beside her. "I suppose our game is over: we need to return to our chambers." Crossing his arms, Atem turned to face the eastern sky where the sun would soon rise.
Anka heaved herself up, dusting the dirt from her somehow unstained white dress. Smirking, she sent a narrowed silver glare at the prince, eyes gleaming."Race ya back?" Turning his head to Anka with a little "hm?", Atem smirked as well. "You bet." Racing back to the palace, the prince risked a look behind him to see Anka swiflty catching up, her feet gently pounding as she lightly sprinted to cath up. Pushing himself harder, he grimaced as his legs protested from all the work. Anka still pulled ahead of him, eyes trained straight ahead as she prepared to make another swift turn, the same one she used to outrun him last time.
Amethyst eyes narrowing, Atem felt determination burn through his veins. 'If she can do it, so can I!' Skidding sideways as Anka had, his feet made a hushed squealing sound as they slid across the floor. As Anka passed in front of him, doing the same, her eyes widened as she let out a frightened "Look out!" But all too quickly, Atem crashed into his friend, landing heavily on top of her with a loud "oof!". Both children panting, eyes half lidded, looked up in suprise-and Anka with some fear- to see a half-asleep Pharaoh standing before them, arms crossed.
Atem grinned sheepishly, still sitting on poor Anka. "Ehehe... good morning Father." Scratching the back of his neck nervously, the prince feigned innocence, as if he and Anka-who was having trouble breathing now-had done nothing. Much to the pair's surprise, the Pharaoh simply laughed a loud, hearty laugh.
"Anka, you're supposed to be the prince's guardian, not his pillow. Son, off of the poor girl, you're squishing her." Atem scrambled off of Anka, who dramatically took a loud, raspy breath. "Thank... you... Pharaoh... Your Higness... *pant* I owe you my life!" Picking herself up, Anka brushed the invisible dirt from the front of her dress before turning around and walking down the corridor, as if nothing had happened. The Pharaoh chuckled. "I swear, deny it as you may, you two will wed someday. There's no better pair in creation." Anka froze, and turned to Atem, their cheeks both furiously flushed with pink and red. "Ewww! Never! Marriage is for old people!" Suddenly realizing who she'd just spoken to, and whom she was talking about, she bowed on her knees and pressed her forehead to the smooth marble floor. "Please forgive me, Your Higness! I've spoken out of turn! I'm sorry!" The Pharaoh sighed and rested a hand on her shoulder. "Anka, get up. You have no need to apologize: You are simply a child. No one expects you to be perfectly obedient. If they did, they're fools." Turning to Atem, who's mouth hung open, the king smiled jollily. "No smart remark? Progress." Leaving the two children, the Pharaoh laughed once more. "I'll see you two at breakfast in an hour. Don't be late!"
Atem and Anka shared a stunned look, before grasping their sides and bursting into hysterical laughter, eventually rolling on the floor. When the pair finally calmed down, Atem helped a still giggling Anka to her feet before the children walked to breakfast together. Halfway there, Atem turned to his close friend. "Wanna race?" Anka shot him a bewildered look, before smirking. "Challenge accepted."
_So everyone, what did ya think? *reads over* LE GASP! I didn't do the dislcamer! Bakura, if you please?
Bakura: Yes, milady!
Queen: Please, call me Hikari.
Bakura: Yes, Hikari! The Queen Of Games owns nothing except Anka, and other characters and concepts that may be introduced later.
Queen: Well, I may own Yugi in some way or another :3
Yugi: 0.0"
Queen: It's alright, Yugi-kun. And remind me to get Microsft Word, I can't see how many words I've typed up on WordPad.
Yugi and Bakura: Hai, Hikari-sama!
Queen: Thank you boys. I hope you enjoyed everyone! Ja ne!
