Hi there reader LeafeonLover here

SO I got a very decent reaction for this story

to be honest I actually expected less

I thought I'd be lucky to get five reviews

maybe a few followers

and zero favourite

instead I got seven reviews

11 followers

and 6 favourites

which is really just WOW!

I'm so happy that I was able to intrigue you enough to get all that

so Thank you so much for all the review follows and favourites they mean sooo soooooooooooo much to me

anyway this chapter we'll actually be starting with the main story

we're not starting the episodes quite yet that's next chapter

no I'm just doing a little bit more character introduction

and playing around with an idea that has been done before multiple times but hopfully I've done it different enough to keep you reading

oh and just to clarify some stuff before hand

"This" is speak/talking aloud

'This' is specific thoughts

This This and This are emphasise on a word

This is just normal observations and thoughts

So now that's done and over with

I'd like to say thanks to my beta reader

Toonkid4life who has amazing stories of her own so go check 'em out

and without further ado

ENJOY!


Eyes

I skipped beside my mother as she gracefully glided through the polished stone halls of the great Egyptian palace. This is the first time I have been here, though I seek to explore, I stick close enough to my mother so that she is in my sights.

No doubt if I were to lose her here I'd probably wander the halls for all of eternity, or until someone found me. But then again the time of being lost always seems like an eternity doesn't it? I stopped shortly to admire the expensive looking vases and tables littered about the halls.

Each one was different in some way shape, texture, or decorations; everything seemed bright and new. My worn-out brown sandals clopped loudly against the floor as I skittered about looking at all the paintings and hieroglyphics on the walls. A hawk, an eye, the Nile, and a lion.

I traced my fingers over the indentations and marvelled at the artworks that depicted our gods and our history. My mother called out to me as she was about to round a corner. I know she was calling my name but no words came out.

Instead all I heard was what sounded like a fizzling or crackling sound, like that of a burning fire.

I trotted over to her latching onto the hand she had extended to me. It was soft, warm and her presence made me feel safe. I looked up to her face, only to see the top half was covered from view by a blurry smudge of darkness.

It prevented me from looking into her eyes. I blinked not giving the block of darkness another thought as my mother beamed a warming smile down upon me. Then told me in a calming soft voice "Do not to be nervous, everything shall be alright".

She then led me into a large open chamber that was decorated luxuriously with many different colours. Sitting on a large golden throne near the centre of the room was a man I'd never seen before. I let go of my mother's hand and instead clung to the back of her dress out of view of this mysterious man.

He had the same smudge hiding his eyes. My mother bowed before the man and he nodded in greeting "Bastet my most loyal guardian, why is it you have come before me" he asked in a deep heavy voice and gesturing for her to speak.

My mother, named after one of the Egyptian goddesses is guardian to the Royal family, to the Pharaoh. So that man must be him.

Guardian, is just another fancy word for royal babysitter/bodyguard/servant. My mother is one of few servants whose task is to watch over the pharaoh's young son. The prince is about my age, my mother had told me so, and she had been his guardian since birth.

She is very loyal and honest; sometimes Pharaoh will even ask her opinion. Usually on a matter that concerns the well-being of the people. After all who better to ask about matters concerning the people, than 'the' people.

The job of being guardian is in my family's blood, tradition if you will, which means when mother passes to the afterlife and the prince becomes Pharaoh I will become his guardian. Only recently had mother been at the palace more frequently, the queen had become ill and was not able to be with her son.

This made me quite sad, for I know how it feels when your mother can't be around. When I started listening to the conversation again, my mother was explaining how there was no longer anyone at home to take care of me.

My father was never at home, I had never met him. My grandmother had recently passed into the afterlife leaving me in an empty house unless my mother was there. I poked my head out from behind my mother to see the Pharaoh, he looked old and tired.

He was leaning on the armrest of his throne with one fist under his chin looking right at me. He held up and hand for silence and used the same hand to motion me forward. And said in the kindest voice he could muster, deep though it was "Come forward child, so I may see you properly".

I straighten up my back, remembering what my mother had told me. I gazed at the floor as I shuffled forward keeping my left foot in front of me. "What is your name child" he asked straightening up, I could feel his heavy gaze burn into me.

"My name is ****" I tell him keeping my eyes planted on the ground.

I still hear the same noise that happens each time someone says my name. "And one day I'll be a great warrior!" I add though my mother hissed my name again at me in a scolding tone.

The pharaoh chuckled lightly "Your child has the same fire burning within her that you have Bastet. I'd like you to meet someone ****, this is my son" the pharaoh gestured behind him.

A small boy with tri-coloured hair, lengthy gold bracelets, anklets and sandals stepped out of the shadows. His tunic was completely white with gold embroidered edges. His crimson eyes held the same piercing gaze his father had.

I had no idea how I hadn't known he was there before, you'd think anyone could spot that hair a mile away.

He smirked obviously enjoying my most likely shocked expression. He jumped down the few small steps that elevated the throne from the ground, landing right in front of me. He looks at me very very closely, in fact his face was like two centimetres from mine and I arched my back to pull myself away from him.

We had a locked staring contest for a few seconds' Crimson flames vs Emerald paradise. "My father says I should be friends with you, but I will decide that for myself" he declares proudly in a low voice. Suddenly he pulls away smirking, letting me straighten myself again.

"You look like fun I think I'll let you stick around" he murmurs in a warning like tone.

I frowned at him turning my head away and crossing my arms "Well I don't know if you meet my standards yet, we'll just have to wait and see" I mutter.

He acts like I'm just his new toy that he can throw away when he gets bored, I don't think so! My mother looks at me sternly and I looked back at him sighing inwardly.

"Oh my Prince, I would most enjoy playing a game with you" I shriek in an overly fake girly voice clasping my hands together in mock joy.

He smirks at me "Of course you would, everyone does" he pronounces prideful.

"Let's go out into the garden, I know a good game we can play" he decides grinning slyly.

I sigh and gesture for him to lead the way since I have no idea where I'm going, his smirk broadens realising this. Then pokes me in the arm and says "Your it" before booking it down a seemingly random hall.

I stand there shocked for a moment before taking off after him "Just because you're a prince doesn't mean you can cheat" I fume chasing after him.

"I'm not just a Prince" he calls over his shoulder "I'm a king, the king of games, which means you can never win, the king always wins" he laughs as I chase after him through the halls.

"You're not king of anything, not yet! So until you are, I'm going to beat you" I cried increasing my speed and coming closer to the young Prince.

I only met him a minute ago and I'm already chasing after him, I'll probably be doing this the rest of my life. We ran down a straight hall toward a doorway full of light and just as I reached out to grab the Prince the light enveloped me and I was blinded.

-Scene break-

A blaring noise filled my ears as I shifted under my covers reaching out with a slender, light olive, skinned arm for my alarm clock. I slapped my hand down on my bedside table a few times, my hand only meeting bare desk as I searched for the alarm.

I reached my arm out further for it, bringing my arm up again to flip the alarm switch. Little did I know my alarm clock remained just out of reach. But as I brought my hand up, the flat digital clock skidded to the left a couple times without me touching it.

When I brought my hand down I hit the switch and the alarm was turned off. Silence filled the room as I shifted under the covers wishing I could drown myself in my fluffy pillow. Today was the day; I was to start at my new school in this new city of Domino.

I sat up in my bed, the covers falling off me as I heaved my body out of bed and half walked half stumbled down the hall into the kitchen to get breakfast. My cat, Meko, a short haired tortoise shell with white underbelly pelt was waiting expectantly by her food bowl.

She meowed as I walked past rubbing against my legs affectionately trying to trip me up.

"Hello to you too Meko" I greeted scratching her ear lovingly. I'm an animal person or a cat person if you want to be more specific, just another thing my parents despise about me. Neither of them like animals, well… my Mother likes to wear them, does that count?

Anyway I was lucky to get Meko at all. I wouldn't have if I hadn't insisted I needed an animal for company and promising multiple times to take care of her properly, which means litter box and all. But I'm glad; at least I have someone who is happy to see me when I get home, or someone at all for that matter.

As I plopped a fancy feast cat food can's content into my cat's bowl, I noticed the little red light on our wireless home phone blinking. Walking over to it, I realised there was one recording in the message bank. So I clicked the button, sitting down on a kitchen counters stool to listen to the message.

The phone beeped for a few seconds until I heard the high pitched voice of my Mother. "Hi Keiko sweetheart, I know I said I'd be home to drive you to school on your first day but um… I won't be able to make it darling because well, I'M IN PARIS!" She shouted sounding more joyful then sorry.

I just rolled my eyes; I had learned not to expect much when it came to my parents making appearances or keeping promises.

"She thinks I didn't know this when I woke up and found she wasn't here" I mumbled leaning on the counter and resting my head on my arms.

"I'll be directing a fashion show in a few weeks so they really need me here, but don't you fear, your Father should be coming home in a few days, and don't worry I'll defiantly send you a sweet little treat from Europe, be good Keiko and don't be late for school, bye" the recording ended.

I heaved a sigh. That was just my Mother for you, but this was kind of good for me anyway. I don't want to show up to school in a limousine on my first day.

Then have my Mother try to show affection toward me awkwardly at the school gates or for her to force me to wear that hideous baby pink girl's blazer for that matter. Why not have me skip around with a lunch box decorated with unicorns and rainbows while you're at it!

As I went to get changed into my school uniform I stopped in the middle of the hallway.

"My dream, I forgot to write it done" I cursed to no one in particular since there was no one there anyway.

I have a lot of strange dreams and usually the strangest ones are the most important. I always try to write them down, but a lot of the time I forget, like today. I clicked my fingers, grabbing a clean white piece of paper from my desk.

I started scribbling on it with a pencil quickly. There was one thing I remember from my dream, probably the hardest part about it to forget. Putting the pencil down on the desk again I stuck the picture on my wall with the others and walked back out into the kitchen.

I had countless pictures on my walls most were snippets from dreams I had forgot to write down. Others were just pictures I drew for fun on occasion. Having done visual art for a long time, I am quite a polished artist.

I always try to do the best I can with the little time I have, my parents wouldn't expect anything less. The drawing I had done this time was unlike others I had done before of objects, places, animals and plants.

It was the eyes of a person whose name I just couldn't put my finger on. But their eyes... eyes that were sharp with cunning and darkness written in their depths. Who could these eyes belong to?


YAY!

So yeah I hope Yami/Atem didn't seem OOC in this

the way I see it this was when he was very young younger than the youngest you see him in the anime (except the one time you see him as a baby I think)

so I made his personality a bit less controlled than usual Yami more boastful like kids usally are

also I've always wanted one of my ocs to have a cat and until now it hasn't been possible

but Keiko having a cat fits well and you'll find out more about her afinity for them later there is a reason

anyway chapters from here on out are going to be... quite long usally

they range from 7000-3000 (and maybe one 9000) and can vary greatly depending on the content of the episode I focous on

but hey my readers have always been bugging me for longer chapters so maybe I finally won't get those reveiws anymore

not that I don't like those kind of review ;)

anyway

If you have any questions, suggestions or anything else send in a review or PM me cause I'm always happy to chat

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