Life as an Ishtar
Chapter 1 - Will to be free
Amunet had been named by her father, Marik Ishtar. Her mother had died giving birth to her, so she was raised by Marik, taught to obey the ancient scriptures and understand the power of the pharaoh, Yami. Marik taught Amunet all he knew of Duel Monsters, and she had soon proven to have inherited her father's talent and passion for the game. Amunet had won many tournaments with her mother's intelligence and Marik's wisdom of the duelling world. She had appeared unbeatable. Amunet, meaning godess of mystery. Isis, godess of magic. Ishtar, her father's family name. Marik had christened her sensing much power and mysterious vibes lying dormant within Amunet. You could see it behind her father's violet-grey eyes, feel it in her soft pale blonde hair. Amunet was like a walking clone of her father: her attitude, her appearance, her beliefs and goals were all identical to Marik's. This was the reason why they understood each other so, and were therefore very close. Marik was the master of a large group known as Rare Hunters, who concentrate on stripping duelists of their rarest and most powerful cards to sell on the Black Market. However, they kept the strongest cards for themselves so they could build strong undeafeatable decks. The Rare Hunters operated in shadow, and were nearly impossible to find. Because he was so fond of her, Marik gave Amunet equal control over the Rare Hunters. The Rare Hunters feared and respected their master's daughter, for destiny and fate could be felt in the air within her presence. Amunet was no "girly girl". She may be just about the most beautiful teen you've ever met, but looks can deceive you. Inside and outside, Amunet was strong and knew what she wanted. She was very much willing to fight for what she wanted(another of the many traits she had inherited from her father). Because she took part in many of the hunts, Amunet was considered an underage criminal. She was not allowed to leave her father's sight without one of his loyal Rare Hunters, for they all feared she would face the same consequences many caught Rare Hunters had faced. It annoyed her because she believed she could take care of herself, and that she wasn't stupid enough to get caught.
Till that night, when Amunet had overheard her father talking with Odeon. Their next target was an unexperianced duelist who wielded a Blue Eyes White Dragon. The hunt wouldn't take place until the next morning. Amunet quickly put on her cloak, and grabbed her duelling deck, climbing out the large window above her bed. She hurried through alleys, travelling in the shadows towards the location of their target. She reached a small house that had a red brick pathway to the door, gardens on either side. Ivy and unwanted weeds crept up the side of the house. Amunet peered into a small window on the side of the house. Her target was asleep on a couch in what appeared to be a living room, but messy. A TV was left on before the young man of about 18, chip bags were strewn over the floor. Amunet smiled maliciously, her Millennium necklace given to her by her father began to glow. With it, she could see into the future or the past and control minds (don't kill me, I know that's not right but this is my story, my rules, so there. *sticks out her tongue* ). Wake up. She ordered. The young man jerked awake, looking around. Now, come outside. He headed obediently for the front door. Meanwhile ..... Marik had found Amunet's room empty with no note telling him where she was. "I don't care what you have to do. I don't care how you do it. Find her, and bring her back." Marik ordered through clenched teeth. "Me and Odeon will find her, Marik. It's not safe for too many Rare Hunters to be out there tonight, searching. Police are all over the city." Bakura said, him and Odeon preparing to leave. "All the more reason why I wish Amunet safe at home." Marik replied, looking away. Bakura and Odeon left, and split up to find Amunet. At that exact moment, she was ending her duel for the Blue Eyes White Dragon. Amunet's prey summoned his Blue Eyes, expecting Amunet to be scared. However, she had a content menacing smirk on her face, as she closed her eyes in pity. "What?" Amunet opened her eyes to look at him. "You're only one direct attack from losing your Blue Eyes White Dragon." She replied. "And what makes you think you'll get past my dragon? The only monster you have on the field doesn't have nearly enough attack points to destroy it. So, why so confident?" "Because, you fell into my trap. I activate Dragon Capture Jar. It will keep your Blue Eyes trapped until you can free it. But that won't be happening any time soon, because now I play this card, which will prevent you from playing any magic or trap cards for the next 5 turns. But I'm not finished with you yet." Amunet smiled cruelly at the stunned face on her opponent. "Dark Magician Girl, attack his life points directly!" A black flash lasted about half a second, then her opponent was on his knees, dumbfounded. Amunet approached, the hood of her cloak shadowing her face. "Hand over your Blue Eyes White Dragon." She ordered. "Why should I? You're just a little kid." Amunet glared at him. "You better watch what you say and who you say it to. My father is the master of all Rare Hunters. So I'll say it again: Hand over your Blue Eyes." He handed her his card with a shaking hand. My father will be quite pleased. She thought to herself, staring at the ice blue dragon. "Hey, you! Rare Hunter! Stop right there!" Someone yelled from the other end of the alley. Amunet's eyes snapped up. It was a policeman! She stuffed the card in her pocket, and took off down the alley, the policeman following a football field behind. Amunet took another path back to her home, weaving in and out of buildings, trying to lose the policeman. She had a pinch of fear in the pit of her stomach, and ran as fast as she could. Halfway home, Amunet lost the policeman, but kept running in case he wasn't far behind. Although she could barely breathe, she forced herself to keep running. Finally, Amunet stopped to catch her breath behind a school portable, swallowed in shadows. She leaned against the wall of the portable, panting and holding a stitch in her side. "Boo." Said someone, grabbing her arm. Amunet screamed and jumped back, trying to pull her arm out of the person's grasp. During the struggle, her hood fell down, revealing her face. "Relax, Amunet. It's me." Said Bakura, releasing her. "Bakura!" Amunet breathed. "What are you doing here?" "Your father sent me and Odeon to find you." Bakura replied. "Of course." She sighed exasperatly. "You know he's not too happy about you running off without telling anyone where you were going." Bakura said. "I don't care. I'm not a baby anymore. Mila goes anywhere she wants without telling you."Amunet pointed out, referring to Bakura's 14 year-old daughter. "Yeah, well I can't expect much self discipline from Mila. I've tried everything, and finally gave up when I realized Mila couldn't be controlled. But you, whoa, a lot of stuff is expected from you. Being Marik's daughter, his Rare Hunters expect you to be, like, perfect. It's sort of like a stereo type, to the Rare Hunters, your family is royalty, especially your father, so his daughter is pretty much expected to be an 'elegant well behaved lady'." Said Bakura. "Oh, so father only cares I'm gone because I'm not holding up his reputation." Amunet retorted with a laugh. "No, no, Amunet. You don't understand. Your father is worried sick about you. You should have seen his face when he stormed out of your empty room. He looked like he was going to have a heart attack." Bakura said, making a face to imitate Marik. Amunet giggled. "Come on, we'd better go find Odeon. And you might want to put your hood back up." He added, walking around the portable. Amunet pushed her hood up over her head, shadowing her face again, before following Bakura. They wandered the streets, peering around corners. After they found Odeon, they emerged onto a new street, and met a police officer. Bakura advanced on him, while Odeon held Amunet back. She was going to be arrested. Bakura's Millennium Ring started to glow brightly, illuminating the street and casting shadows behind the buildings, making Amunet's eyes open wide. "Look away, Amunet!" Bakura called to her. She turned her head away, closing her eyes tightly. When she opened her eyes again, the policeman was lying face down on the ground, and Bakura's ring wasn't glowing anymore. Amunet didn't have to ask, she knew what he had done. "Oh, thank God you're alright." Marik exclaimed, hugging her tightly. "I'm fine, father." Amunet replied. "I got the Blue Eyes." She handed Marik the card. "The card doesn't matter. Your safety is more important to me." He said, placing his hands on her shoulders. "I can take care of my self, father. It's not that dangerous." Said Amunet, brushing him off in frustration, turning away. "And that's why I found I found you on the run from a police officer?" Bakura said sarcastically, leaning against a wall behind Marik, his arms crossed. Amunet whipped around and glared at Bakura, narrowing her eyes. "WHAT?!" Marik yelled, looking from Bakura to Amunet, wanting an explanation. "It's not that big of a deal, father. I lost him and just kept running, that's why I was so tired. It's not like the policeman was still ..." She was cut off by Marik. "I don't care! You might not be so lucky next time. You have to be more careful, Amunet. You play a great role in the future . No more sneaking off. Do I have to have someone check in on you every 5 minutes?" "No, father." Amunet replied, looking at the ground, suppressing her urge to argue. "Good, now go to bed. It is late." Marik said, sitting down in his gold throne, with the millennium symbol on the back. She stalked to her room obediently, and closed the door behind her.
Amunet took her cloak off, not bothering to take her clothes off for her pajamas, and crept into her King-Sized bed, with gold coloured thin sheets and a canopy, lined with white silk. She sighed and looked around the room. Amunet had everything she had ever wanted there, she lived like a princess, but there was still something missing in her heart. Her father's trust; Oh how Amunet wished he would let her be more free. She pulled the sheets over herself, lying on her side, gazing at a picture of her mother and father.
Chapter 2 - A day at the beach
Chapter 1 - Will to be free
Amunet had been named by her father, Marik Ishtar. Her mother had died giving birth to her, so she was raised by Marik, taught to obey the ancient scriptures and understand the power of the pharaoh, Yami. Marik taught Amunet all he knew of Duel Monsters, and she had soon proven to have inherited her father's talent and passion for the game. Amunet had won many tournaments with her mother's intelligence and Marik's wisdom of the duelling world. She had appeared unbeatable. Amunet, meaning godess of mystery. Isis, godess of magic. Ishtar, her father's family name. Marik had christened her sensing much power and mysterious vibes lying dormant within Amunet. You could see it behind her father's violet-grey eyes, feel it in her soft pale blonde hair. Amunet was like a walking clone of her father: her attitude, her appearance, her beliefs and goals were all identical to Marik's. This was the reason why they understood each other so, and were therefore very close. Marik was the master of a large group known as Rare Hunters, who concentrate on stripping duelists of their rarest and most powerful cards to sell on the Black Market. However, they kept the strongest cards for themselves so they could build strong undeafeatable decks. The Rare Hunters operated in shadow, and were nearly impossible to find. Because he was so fond of her, Marik gave Amunet equal control over the Rare Hunters. The Rare Hunters feared and respected their master's daughter, for destiny and fate could be felt in the air within her presence. Amunet was no "girly girl". She may be just about the most beautiful teen you've ever met, but looks can deceive you. Inside and outside, Amunet was strong and knew what she wanted. She was very much willing to fight for what she wanted(another of the many traits she had inherited from her father). Because she took part in many of the hunts, Amunet was considered an underage criminal. She was not allowed to leave her father's sight without one of his loyal Rare Hunters, for they all feared she would face the same consequences many caught Rare Hunters had faced. It annoyed her because she believed she could take care of herself, and that she wasn't stupid enough to get caught.
Till that night, when Amunet had overheard her father talking with Odeon. Their next target was an unexperianced duelist who wielded a Blue Eyes White Dragon. The hunt wouldn't take place until the next morning. Amunet quickly put on her cloak, and grabbed her duelling deck, climbing out the large window above her bed. She hurried through alleys, travelling in the shadows towards the location of their target. She reached a small house that had a red brick pathway to the door, gardens on either side. Ivy and unwanted weeds crept up the side of the house. Amunet peered into a small window on the side of the house. Her target was asleep on a couch in what appeared to be a living room, but messy. A TV was left on before the young man of about 18, chip bags were strewn over the floor. Amunet smiled maliciously, her Millennium necklace given to her by her father began to glow. With it, she could see into the future or the past and control minds (don't kill me, I know that's not right but this is my story, my rules, so there. *sticks out her tongue* ). Wake up. She ordered. The young man jerked awake, looking around. Now, come outside. He headed obediently for the front door. Meanwhile ..... Marik had found Amunet's room empty with no note telling him where she was. "I don't care what you have to do. I don't care how you do it. Find her, and bring her back." Marik ordered through clenched teeth. "Me and Odeon will find her, Marik. It's not safe for too many Rare Hunters to be out there tonight, searching. Police are all over the city." Bakura said, him and Odeon preparing to leave. "All the more reason why I wish Amunet safe at home." Marik replied, looking away. Bakura and Odeon left, and split up to find Amunet. At that exact moment, she was ending her duel for the Blue Eyes White Dragon. Amunet's prey summoned his Blue Eyes, expecting Amunet to be scared. However, she had a content menacing smirk on her face, as she closed her eyes in pity. "What?" Amunet opened her eyes to look at him. "You're only one direct attack from losing your Blue Eyes White Dragon." She replied. "And what makes you think you'll get past my dragon? The only monster you have on the field doesn't have nearly enough attack points to destroy it. So, why so confident?" "Because, you fell into my trap. I activate Dragon Capture Jar. It will keep your Blue Eyes trapped until you can free it. But that won't be happening any time soon, because now I play this card, which will prevent you from playing any magic or trap cards for the next 5 turns. But I'm not finished with you yet." Amunet smiled cruelly at the stunned face on her opponent. "Dark Magician Girl, attack his life points directly!" A black flash lasted about half a second, then her opponent was on his knees, dumbfounded. Amunet approached, the hood of her cloak shadowing her face. "Hand over your Blue Eyes White Dragon." She ordered. "Why should I? You're just a little kid." Amunet glared at him. "You better watch what you say and who you say it to. My father is the master of all Rare Hunters. So I'll say it again: Hand over your Blue Eyes." He handed her his card with a shaking hand. My father will be quite pleased. She thought to herself, staring at the ice blue dragon. "Hey, you! Rare Hunter! Stop right there!" Someone yelled from the other end of the alley. Amunet's eyes snapped up. It was a policeman! She stuffed the card in her pocket, and took off down the alley, the policeman following a football field behind. Amunet took another path back to her home, weaving in and out of buildings, trying to lose the policeman. She had a pinch of fear in the pit of her stomach, and ran as fast as she could. Halfway home, Amunet lost the policeman, but kept running in case he wasn't far behind. Although she could barely breathe, she forced herself to keep running. Finally, Amunet stopped to catch her breath behind a school portable, swallowed in shadows. She leaned against the wall of the portable, panting and holding a stitch in her side. "Boo." Said someone, grabbing her arm. Amunet screamed and jumped back, trying to pull her arm out of the person's grasp. During the struggle, her hood fell down, revealing her face. "Relax, Amunet. It's me." Said Bakura, releasing her. "Bakura!" Amunet breathed. "What are you doing here?" "Your father sent me and Odeon to find you." Bakura replied. "Of course." She sighed exasperatly. "You know he's not too happy about you running off without telling anyone where you were going." Bakura said. "I don't care. I'm not a baby anymore. Mila goes anywhere she wants without telling you."Amunet pointed out, referring to Bakura's 14 year-old daughter. "Yeah, well I can't expect much self discipline from Mila. I've tried everything, and finally gave up when I realized Mila couldn't be controlled. But you, whoa, a lot of stuff is expected from you. Being Marik's daughter, his Rare Hunters expect you to be, like, perfect. It's sort of like a stereo type, to the Rare Hunters, your family is royalty, especially your father, so his daughter is pretty much expected to be an 'elegant well behaved lady'." Said Bakura. "Oh, so father only cares I'm gone because I'm not holding up his reputation." Amunet retorted with a laugh. "No, no, Amunet. You don't understand. Your father is worried sick about you. You should have seen his face when he stormed out of your empty room. He looked like he was going to have a heart attack." Bakura said, making a face to imitate Marik. Amunet giggled. "Come on, we'd better go find Odeon. And you might want to put your hood back up." He added, walking around the portable. Amunet pushed her hood up over her head, shadowing her face again, before following Bakura. They wandered the streets, peering around corners. After they found Odeon, they emerged onto a new street, and met a police officer. Bakura advanced on him, while Odeon held Amunet back. She was going to be arrested. Bakura's Millennium Ring started to glow brightly, illuminating the street and casting shadows behind the buildings, making Amunet's eyes open wide. "Look away, Amunet!" Bakura called to her. She turned her head away, closing her eyes tightly. When she opened her eyes again, the policeman was lying face down on the ground, and Bakura's ring wasn't glowing anymore. Amunet didn't have to ask, she knew what he had done. "Oh, thank God you're alright." Marik exclaimed, hugging her tightly. "I'm fine, father." Amunet replied. "I got the Blue Eyes." She handed Marik the card. "The card doesn't matter. Your safety is more important to me." He said, placing his hands on her shoulders. "I can take care of my self, father. It's not that dangerous." Said Amunet, brushing him off in frustration, turning away. "And that's why I found I found you on the run from a police officer?" Bakura said sarcastically, leaning against a wall behind Marik, his arms crossed. Amunet whipped around and glared at Bakura, narrowing her eyes. "WHAT?!" Marik yelled, looking from Bakura to Amunet, wanting an explanation. "It's not that big of a deal, father. I lost him and just kept running, that's why I was so tired. It's not like the policeman was still ..." She was cut off by Marik. "I don't care! You might not be so lucky next time. You have to be more careful, Amunet. You play a great role in the future . No more sneaking off. Do I have to have someone check in on you every 5 minutes?" "No, father." Amunet replied, looking at the ground, suppressing her urge to argue. "Good, now go to bed. It is late." Marik said, sitting down in his gold throne, with the millennium symbol on the back. She stalked to her room obediently, and closed the door behind her.
Amunet took her cloak off, not bothering to take her clothes off for her pajamas, and crept into her King-Sized bed, with gold coloured thin sheets and a canopy, lined with white silk. She sighed and looked around the room. Amunet had everything she had ever wanted there, she lived like a princess, but there was still something missing in her heart. Her father's trust; Oh how Amunet wished he would let her be more free. She pulled the sheets over herself, lying on her side, gazing at a picture of her mother and father.
Chapter 2 - A day at the beach
