Insane And Loving It: Hi! I am Insane And Loving It or Iali for short. Welcome to my first ever fanfic!
Bakura: Run while you can.
Iali: -puts Bakura in a headlock- I just wanted to inform you that I'll be using the normal kind of text as in "" and story text.
Bakura: They're not idiots Iali.
Iali: -shoves Bakura into closet- Don't mind him! He just woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning! Please rate and review -bows humbly as the closet door behind her rattles-. I hope you enjoy it!
Bakura: -pounds on door- Let me out!
Iali: Oh, and just so you know, I'm going to be using 2nd person point of view. You know, as in you, he, and she. This story is going to put you in the main character's shoes.
Yami Bakura: I swear, if this door doesn't open in the next 10 seconds, I'm going to send everyone to the shadow realm!
Iali: -smiles happily and throws open door and jumps on Bakura- Where have you've been Yami Bakura? I've missed you! -Hugs until bones start to pop-
Bakura: -dusts himself off- You really should clean in there you know?
Iali: -does anime fall off of Bakura then quickly picks self up and pouts in corner- Where's my Yami Bakura?!
Bakura: -points at self- Aren't I good enough Iali?
Iali: -smiles at Bakura- I like you Bakura, I just like evil more! -Pulls Marik, Malik, Seto and Yami Bakura out of nowhere- Meet my favorite bishys, including Bakura!
Bakura and rest: Gee, we feel so loved sarcasm
Iali: I know, don't you? -Gives blissfully unaware smile-
Group: -does anime fall-
Iali: -pulls Seto out of group- This fanfic is going to be about my cold hearted millionaire, Seto Kaiba! Or at least his past self.
Kaiba: -tries to flee-
Iali: -Tackles him to ground and ties him up-
Kaiba: -struggles against bonds- I never agreed to this! Where's my lawyer, where's my contract, where's my double espresso?!!
Iali: -bows- Please enjoy -!
Disclaimer: I do not own YU-GI-OH in any way.
This fanfic is going to be about… High Priest Seto from ancient Egypt. You're going to be Iris in this story, ok? Iris has long straight dark red hair that reaches her thighs. Her eyes are a contrasting silver blue. She's 15 and not as dark as most Egyptians, but a light tan. She's curvaceous and very beautiful. The rest you're going to learn throughout the story; let's begin.
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Your eyes fluttered open slowly, you being still partially stuck in your dream. You blearily gazed at your still dark canopy and shut your eyes trying to remember the dream. It had been so violent and quick, it was just so hard to think about clearly.
You remembered standing on some sort of balcony, gazing at the blue moon sadly. You couldn't remember at all why you had been sad, you just were. Then a pair of arms had shot out from the dark to wrap them around your waist and pulled you against a muscular chest. Your eyes flew open in remembrance of it, and you blushed into the darkness and shut your eyes, struggling to dredge up the rest of the dream.
Then you were running down a dark hallway, your breath rushing into your lungs in painful gasps. You didn't know where you were going, you just had to get there and stop something. You could almost feel the cold slap of the stone on your poor bare feet again. You kept running and never seemed to get closer to your destination and a merciless voice taunted you as you ran.
You opened your eyes again and gazed at the top of your canopy in confusion, but then shrugged it off.
It was only a dream you think to yourself, slightly pissed off at your lack of memory. You finally kicked off your blankets and rolled to the edge of your bed and sat up, stretching slowly like a cat. Your soft linen nightshirt, that was really one of your father's that you used, stretched over your back and breasts.
A nock came suddenly at your chamber door, startling you from your leisurely pace.
"I'm coming!" you shouted. You stumbled sleepily to the door and opened it slowly until the person from the outside slammed it open and walked in. It was the servant Kira. She had typical Egyptian looks of black hair and brown eyes and a dark tan.
"You were supposed to be dressed by now Iris. Your father wants you to join him for breakfast." You grimaced, you had forgotten all about that in the moment of trying to remember the dream. You let Kira pull you over to the bathing room and let her scrub you clean. She rubbed jasmine scented oils on your body then dressed you in a plain white dress that stopped just above the knees. You only wore your amulet with the eye of Horus, to give you good luck, and a scarf to hide your hair. She dragged you down the stairs and then sat you to the left of your father who was talking to some business partner, who you promptly ignored, and ate your grain and milk.
"That will get you nowhere my friend. I would need a hefty sum to dare travel through thieves' territory. Especially in the territory of the Thief Lord Bakura!" You sat there, waiting to be dismissed, fiddling around with your amulet.
"Iris?" your father questioned.
"Yes father?"
"Will you not welcome my guest to the house?" you sighed and stood up.
"Welcome to my father's house unknown lord. I hope you find your stay a pleasant one." The man had a sleazy look to him, his face making you feel like you were talking to a rat. His black wig was greasier than need be and his eyes were beady and an ugly shit brown. You could tell the man was starring at the wrong places and felt disgusted. "May I be excused?"
"Of course" your father replied, not really paying attention. You quickly scurried out the door to the garden and drank in the scent, knowing you would not smell it for a few weeks. You rested in the shade of the date palms and idly took in the flowers. The smell of desert flowers along with sweet grass sank into your clothes. You watched the breeze slowly make the trees sway to a melody only they could hear as you looked deep in thought at the sky.
The festival in honor of Ra you thought dreamily. It would be the first time you would be able to attend, considering you had been invited by the Pharaoh along with your father. Your father was worried ill over the fact you had never been to temple.
Note: In Egypt, you could not walk into a temple with your own hair on your head, it was shaved off. That's why Egyptians wore wigs. That was also the reason you had never been to temple, your hair reminded your father of your mother and he could not bear have it chopped off. Your hair was hidden for these reasons too.
You would be leaving today, on a 2 week journey across the desert. You began to fidget with anticipation, knowing the time was nearing. You twirled the hair you had inherited from your mother between your fingers. Your mother had died giving birth to you, but you were told you looked like her constantly, which made you happy. It was the only thing you could consider a tribute to your mother, so you refused to have it ever cut. You knew that when you arrived in the capital, the high priest in charge would have it chopped off. You winced away from the thought and wonder once again why you were invited this year.
Maybe it has something to do with father's trading business you thought to yourself, just drifting in your thoughts. Or maybe someone informed the Pharaoh of my hair! Oh no! Deep breaths, deep breaths. It's just hair; it grows back you thought as your harsh breathing betrayed your fear. Or maybe… he wants to marry me! You laugh at this ridiculous idea and feel instantly better. You could face any old High Priest any day!
Your father then appeared at the garden entrance. He motioned for you with one hand, the other full of goodies.
"Iris, it's time to go!" he called and you jumped to your feet with a gleeful smile, finally, the start of an adventure.
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Iali: What do you think?
Kaiba: I'm not even in it yet!
Iali: You will be! Keep your pants on! Wait, let me rethink that one.
Kaiba: -blushes- What ever it is, hell no!
Iali: -gasps- Did the cold hearted Seto Kaiba actually blush?
Kaiba: You're delusional.
Iali: -looks disappointed-
Bakura: -walks in with video camera- I love technology -shows Kaiba blushing-
Kaiba: That thing's a piece of shit! Where in the seven hells did you buy it?!
Bakura: -points at Kaiba Corp logo-
Kaiba: -looks really embarrassed-
Iali: -is sitting back watching the show while eating popcorn- The only problem is I can't decide who to root for! Oh, please R&R! I really appreciate it! Bye!