Hello! New story, Y'all! It's an AtemxOc and I hope you will all like it! I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! for the people who take things super seriously and wants detailed explanations. I'm WiseCandiceWise not Kazuki Takahashi.

To begin with, everyone in this story is human! I made my own race of human (like my own culture). This race is like a mixture of various races across the world. The race is called Quenian (Queen-Nee-Yin)and the country is called Quene (Queen). The time is current time, and if the country, Quene, was real, it would be located between Indonesia and Africa. It's about the size and shape of Kazakhstan but a little smaller. This is not to be racist at all if you are thinking so. If people do take offense of this, do not.

The story will be written in the main character's, Modi's, diary while other parts of it will be in third person. This part of the story is only told from Modi's diary. The story may sometimes speak different languages, but if the story is written in English, assume it is being spoken in the language Quenish (Queen-Ish) which is owned by the culture of Quenian because the main character is Quenian. To know when her diary entry is over, a little star will be behind the last word.

This is how you pronounce all names from this chapter (shown in Italics)!:

*Modi: Ma-Dee

*Nadok: Nah-Dock

*Atem: Ah-Tem (You all should know how to pronounce that...)

The pronunciations of the names will be repeated again once more in the story in parenthesis () if you have forgotten!

Anyway, I do hope you enjoy this story. Remember to review!

Diary Entry #1

11/4/2015

He was a beautiful man. He did no harm for his culture would consider it respect in treating a lady as of such. It was only a kiss on the back of my hand that lead to his demesne. He was not fully familiar with our culture and did not understand that touching something that is not his is against our law and is considered a treason. He didn't know. Since he hadn't, he received one of the most cruelest punishments ever done from my people. He received the punishment his ancestors had done to mine. He was tortured, beaten, and hung.

I remembered the lovely, distinct memory of my first meeting him. He was oh so handsome dressed in his unusual formal wear. He called it a tuxedo in which he explained it as a 'man's dinner jacket' or a 'formal evening wear'. It did look quite formal on him, and it was evening.

I recall loving his foreign accent as he spoke in my cultures tongue as if it was his own language. His perfect, filled lips always graced his face with that smile which would taunt me in my dreams and make me awaken in mourn.

I met him at my husband's, Nadok (Nah-Dock), business party. Nadok introduced the unique, foreigner to me in joy explaining to me that he's the world's most famous and successful business owner that has ever step foot the earth; his name was Atem. That joy he had within the man soon faded and words were taken back as he saw what the businessman before him had done.

"Hello, Lady Modi (Ma-Dee) or Namaste, Dama Modi." Atem spoke stepping up to me with his contagious, radiant smile. He grabbed my hand with his larger, soft one in which surprise me as first for such a man doing such act to a married woman is considered illegal. I attempted to pull back, but his firm grasp help on tight. His soft lips lightly brushed against the back of my hand, and as I looked up, his unique but beautiful colored eyes stared back at me as if searching my very soul. I was breathless as we stood there for what seemed like hours but was only seconds with him holding my hand away from his lips but near his face.

Nadok only cleared his throat once before we finally separated from contact.

I only stared at Atem longingly as my husband glared angrily at me. Nadok nudged me at my side and fear struck my core for not only Atem is in trouble I am also for letting the act concede.

As Atem saw this, he frowned a bit and attempted to start conversation, but Nadok only brushed him off and paired him up with one of his fellows as he took me outside to wait in the car until the party was to be over.

I sat quietly in the backseat of the luxurious limousine waiting for my punishment and hoping for Atem's punishment will not be worst than mine.

Love at first sight is what his culture called it, and I witnessed it once he had spoken my name. Oh how he spoke my name sharpened all of my senses. The way 'Modi' sounded from his tongue made me visualize of the beautiful cascades my husband took me to once he admitted his love for me.

I gasped and held a hand to my aching heart. I loved Atem.✴

Well, prologue is done! I do hope you've enjoyed! Please, review and be back again later to read more! Until next time! ~WiseCandiceWise