Okay, this next chapter is the reason WHY I posted this story as PG-13. I'm
now thinking about changing it to the 17 thing. The whole mistress thing is
definitely NOT for little kids. *shudders*
Okay, if I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, my friend Sarah (Midnight Hikari) would either: 1) suck up to me really badly, or 2) kill me. So for those of you who don't get my drift: I DO NOT OWN YU-GI-OH!!! I wish I did, but wishes don't always come true.
Good, now that's that over with I can be happy! Please review for this story! I have had SOOO much trouble getting it 1) on FanFiction, 2) On the floppy, actually I had on another floppy but it (the floppy) broke. Stupid, stupid things. *starts to get angry* Muffled shouted can be heard through the Internet somehow. About HOW technology is supposed to let people depend on it, but you can't.
Interesting fact: I am now eating a fortune cookie and the little piece of paper says "You are a lover of words someday you will write a book." And the lucky numbers are "15, 19, 20, 24, 34, 44" and all those are numbers that I like. I am now writing a story that I hope will be published and 19 is my favorite number. Freaky huh?
A lost innocence
Yugi
"Yami," I say regretting, "you are the one who used me for what ever power you say that I have.
What is it that you want of me?
Why do you call upon me late at night to your dark, cold chamber only to stare at me and mumble nonsense, and to tell me of things I should not ever know?
Pharaoh?
When, you have everything you would or could ever need, why do you complain to me about not having all?
~
Yami
"Yugi, stop and listen to me.
I understand your freight, I would run too if I was you."
But you're not, I think as I slowly shuffle to the doors that will lead me to freedom.
"Yugi, Stay. I command you to.
Where do you have to go to?
It is late at night, there is no work for you to do.
You must stay,
You must.
Even now as I speak, you listen.
You listen.
You listen eagerly, yearning to learn of things one cannot learn from anyone else but me.
So you listen.
Hear me out Yugi."
~
Yugi
"No! Please be quiet I cannot listen any more.
Yes, the things you say are true.
I always listen to you, whether I want to or not.
It is the law.
But now I am afraid of you."
I turned and felt for the handles of the gold covered door. I turned back, looking at the so familiar room that I had visited at night, during the morning and any time in between. I looked at the small pillows only moments before I had kneeled upon. I looked at the chair the pillows were horizontal from. The golden chair that only the pharaoh sat in.
Once when I was young and Yami a teenager, he had said I should sit on it. His father had then walked in mumbling something about him wanting Yami to come in a meeting and had then seen me on it. I had never had such a whipping done to myself in my whole life. Yami tried to stop his father but he wouldn't listen. And even after that Yami had often called me to talk at night, about how his father should have never done that to me. And when I was a newborn and the Kingdom of Spain in a small accident had slaughtered my mother, Yami was there for me; he was like my older brother. Later on, one day I found out that we were related! Yami's father had had my mother as a pleasure slave, she had served him well until she had grown fatter in the stomach. Yami's father disowned her and left her in a shack. He had paid for the food she ate and the doctors that she went to were top quality. And when I was born he was there and kissed his other, non-royal, son. Although technically I am royal but I will never be a prince. Rather then admit his wrong doings, he just said to his wife that they had been REALLY good friends. He had then rehired my mother as his slave again. He had said he loved her, and she was promoted to his mistress.
Okay, if I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, my friend Sarah (Midnight Hikari) would either: 1) suck up to me really badly, or 2) kill me. So for those of you who don't get my drift: I DO NOT OWN YU-GI-OH!!! I wish I did, but wishes don't always come true.
Good, now that's that over with I can be happy! Please review for this story! I have had SOOO much trouble getting it 1) on FanFiction, 2) On the floppy, actually I had on another floppy but it (the floppy) broke. Stupid, stupid things. *starts to get angry* Muffled shouted can be heard through the Internet somehow. About HOW technology is supposed to let people depend on it, but you can't.
Interesting fact: I am now eating a fortune cookie and the little piece of paper says "You are a lover of words someday you will write a book." And the lucky numbers are "15, 19, 20, 24, 34, 44" and all those are numbers that I like. I am now writing a story that I hope will be published and 19 is my favorite number. Freaky huh?
A lost innocence
Yugi
"Yami," I say regretting, "you are the one who used me for what ever power you say that I have.
What is it that you want of me?
Why do you call upon me late at night to your dark, cold chamber only to stare at me and mumble nonsense, and to tell me of things I should not ever know?
Pharaoh?
When, you have everything you would or could ever need, why do you complain to me about not having all?
~
Yami
"Yugi, stop and listen to me.
I understand your freight, I would run too if I was you."
But you're not, I think as I slowly shuffle to the doors that will lead me to freedom.
"Yugi, Stay. I command you to.
Where do you have to go to?
It is late at night, there is no work for you to do.
You must stay,
You must.
Even now as I speak, you listen.
You listen.
You listen eagerly, yearning to learn of things one cannot learn from anyone else but me.
So you listen.
Hear me out Yugi."
~
Yugi
"No! Please be quiet I cannot listen any more.
Yes, the things you say are true.
I always listen to you, whether I want to or not.
It is the law.
But now I am afraid of you."
I turned and felt for the handles of the gold covered door. I turned back, looking at the so familiar room that I had visited at night, during the morning and any time in between. I looked at the small pillows only moments before I had kneeled upon. I looked at the chair the pillows were horizontal from. The golden chair that only the pharaoh sat in.
Once when I was young and Yami a teenager, he had said I should sit on it. His father had then walked in mumbling something about him wanting Yami to come in a meeting and had then seen me on it. I had never had such a whipping done to myself in my whole life. Yami tried to stop his father but he wouldn't listen. And even after that Yami had often called me to talk at night, about how his father should have never done that to me. And when I was a newborn and the Kingdom of Spain in a small accident had slaughtered my mother, Yami was there for me; he was like my older brother. Later on, one day I found out that we were related! Yami's father had had my mother as a pleasure slave, she had served him well until she had grown fatter in the stomach. Yami's father disowned her and left her in a shack. He had paid for the food she ate and the doctors that she went to were top quality. And when I was born he was there and kissed his other, non-royal, son. Although technically I am royal but I will never be a prince. Rather then admit his wrong doings, he just said to his wife that they had been REALLY good friends. He had then rehired my mother as his slave again. He had said he loved her, and she was promoted to his mistress.