Equilla; ehem this is a public service anouncment

Mokuba: yeah yeah. She doesn't own any yugioh characters or developments from the script, but the rest is hers
Equilla; ummm that ain't it but yes
Joey: You don't own characters from the other shows and stories used?
Equilla: there aren't any.
Mokuba: then what?
Equilla: well this story is different from my others. It has a sometimes more serious tone, and sometimes dark. It may contain character death and cruelity

Joey: you've already had character death, and I think Yami being beaten up was cruel and serious
Equilla; yes but you'll see this is different. See ya from us for now

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Unpeople

Some people lead a rich life, some lead a cruel one, others don't have one at all.

The young boy kept running. He had to make it, if he didn't he was done for. He could hear the people getting closer to him with every step he took. He couldn't let this happen, he couldn't just go like this. He dodged down a small crevice between two buildings and watched silently as his pursuers rushed by the small opening, unaware that they were no longer following him. As the foot steps disappeared from hearing range the child looked around the small crevice. Even though he could no longer hear the people that had been chasing him, he didn't want to go back outside in case they turned back and spotted him. He started side shuffling down between the two buildings further away from the main road. As he kept going he saw a shimmering further up the way. Eventually reaching it, he found himself in a area which was larger, but not by much, and a intricately designed mirror standing in front of him.

The boy ran a hand down the beautiful frame of the mirror. He had never seen something as magnificent or as stunning as this his whole life. As he marvelled at the wonderful thing in front of him, he was rudely brought back to reality by the sound of sirens coming closer. Curious and worried at to what was now happening he scooted back up the small gap between the two buildings and hid in the shadow of the doorframe of the entrance to a shop watching the happenings which had caused the previously empty streets to become full with sticky beaks who had rushed out of their homes at the sound of sirens or the commotion which had followed previous or afterwards.

The police chief stormed out of the first car that was to arrive, and was quickly backed by his armed men. He lifted his armoured arms pointing in different directions, making it obvious to onlookers that he was telling the squad what to do over the intercom which remained inside his helmet. The boy peered through the crowds trying to see what was going on. His worries of his previous chasers diminished for now, as he was sure that they wouldn't pursue him with the feared patrolmen around. This worries completely vanished as he noticed it was these men who the police were fighting against in the attempt to harass them into the armoured car which they had brought with them.

While happily watching he jumped as a hand tapped him on the shoulder, reaffirming fears.

"Its ok," a familiar voice commented trying to calm the boy, "It's only me."

The boy smiled turning around to find his friend there.

"Don't do that, you know it makes me jump out of my skin, and where were you?" the boy questioned his short haired friend.

"Look I'll tell you later, for now I think it is best that we got home and out of eyesight," came the reply.

The boy nodded agreeing, also looking around as his friend was before the two slipped back into the shadows of the crowd and disappearing from view of anyone who was watching them.

Yami raced through the courtyard. He was late for his hunting class with his father who he knew wouldn't be happy because of this. How could he have let Seth trick him like that, he should have known better then to go out to the main city. If his father found out that he did he would be in even more trouble then he was now. His small feet dashed down the corridor, the sound resounding throughout. He burst through the door to where his father was surely waiting.

"I'm sorry I'm late," Yami commented gasping for breath his hands on his knees and his head bowed respectfully, "I promis I will not do it again."

When no answer came Yami looked up. This wasn't the throne room, and his father was definantly not seated regaly looking down at him upset, or any other way. He slowly and warily made his way up to the prominent sarchophagus that was in the room, looking down into it he saw his father's faced and screamed.

Yami sat upright panting, his forehead drenched with sweat. This wasn't the first time he had this dream. Catching his breath he looked down at the other end of his bed. He never told anyone about them, even though he supposed he should so that someone could tell him what they meant. But a pharaoh wasn't suppose to have nightmares, they were suppose to be brave and strong. Having nightmares that he sometimes woke up screaming from, only showed weakness and fear.

He looked out the small window that gave the light to his sleeping quarter's and pushed himself out of bed using his stone pillow as leverage, when he saw that it was morning. He called out the door for his servants, who then quickly came and dressed him in his royal clothes and jewelry. Yami was relieved that he didn't have to give any public appearances or religious ceremonies that day. It meant that he didn't have to wear all the ceremonial gold and head dresses. All the gold weighed he hated having to wear it, having it all on him felt like it would take a year to be able to cross from one side of the city to the other.

He made his way down to the throne room where he knew that his viziers would be waiting for him, not to his surprise some of the higher ranking priests were also there. They seemed to be coming more often, but then again the temples were also becoming richer, and therefore more powerful each year. To his luck they were all talking among themselves and he managed to slip onto his seat without anyone noticing. The first person to spot his prescence was the high priest of Amun, Seth. Yami had grown up with the young priest, sometimes being lead astray as he remembered being in his dreams. The high priest slipped away from the conversation between the priest, the one priestess of Hathor, and the viziers that had yet to leave to their assigned area of watch.

"Your up late again this morning," Seth commented ignoring the formalities that are normaly given by priests to the pharaoh.

"I was not late," Yami retorted to the smirking priest, "I slipped in as I didn't wish to be pestered."

"Ah yes," came the sarcastic reply, "we are a pestful bunch aren't we. May as well separate us from the regime to rid us out of your hair at once."

Yami gave Seth the look that clearly showed that he was not in the mood of the playful joking that morning, " you would have made a crummy Vizier, you realise that."

"As long as I look good in the robes, then I'm happy," Seth returned giving the pharaoh a smile that showed him that he was just joking.

Yami knew that the high priest took his job seriously, he had never seen him joking in anyway with any of the others of the court, and as soon as talk turned to business, he seemed to loose all his humour.

The Vizier Akunadin came forward as the high magician Mahado arrived with his young apprentice.

"Would you like to begin sir," the vizier asked giving a bow of the head before the pharaoh.

Yami nodded, "Yes, I think it would be best."

He jumped from ledge to ledge, looking gleefully at all that he had gathered before him. Yes he had come up with a brilliant bounty that night for sure. Then he heard an incoming noise, always gaining closer. Hearing the approaching hooves on the sand he quickly turned tail and dived down into his hole, only to return up to find his gathered food scattered and trampled, he glared at the disappearing horse, whose rider was none the wiser, and happy about his own established bounty, of which was draped over himself, and the back of the horse.

Bakura continued to speed the horse along the sand dunes. He had gained a great amount of treasure with his last conquest, but he thought his greatest gain from this travel to be the long bundle over the rump of the horse, and the reactions he expected to gain, when he made a visit in to the great pharaoh.

As he mushed the horse faster on towards the city he laughed out into the cold night air.

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Equilla: please review while I snap Joey and Mokuba out of their stupor

Mokuba/Joey: O.o