If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, I would have servants to type what I say. So this story would have been updated months ago!
Me: I am soooooooooooooooooooooo sorry to anyone I kept waiting this long!
Yugi: Nothing has changed; just Chan has been really busy.
Yami: The doom bikers are still after me!
Seto: See? Nothing has changed!
Joey: Yami, for the thousandth time, they are not coming to get you.
Me: Aaaaany waaaay, we really want to get to the story. So let's answer the reviews!
Dark-Lady-Devinity: yep, I am very proud of them too! I like Mai as well, but it was good for the story! Poor Yugi (huggels Yugi) don't worry, he will get better… soonish… I am very flattered that you like my story so much!
Ranchan11: oh, well that would get to me just as much, I must watch Aladdin again some time. Hmmm Joey… good guess, but not good enough, read to find out who it is! Err when you say nachos and ice-cream, you do mean them separately don't you? Or do you mean nachos dunked in ice-cream?
Yugirules: (chap10) that's alright! I have been busy too! I hope you like the update!
Kisara-san: hehehe! Wouldn't that be entertaining to watch? Thanks for liking the story!
Yugirules: (chap 11) O.k.! Don't die! Your parents might sue! I can't afford it!
Athena 777: Thanks! That's a pretty good guess! But not the right one. Thanks for liking!
Serena: hmm… Serena, what a coincidence! I'm sure you are very nice, unlike Serena in this story! Oooo! It is good to know when people like a story you wrote!
Unknown 2005: (both reviews) you see? You are very clever! I would never kill off my sweet, Yami! But you got a bit of it right, but not enough for a dedication! Sorry!
Sabey: me being busy. That's what! I'm so0o0o0o0o0o0 sorry about that! Chat to ya soon!
Me: so with out further ado, the story is here…… (Voice fades out)
Chapter 12
The sacrifice
Normal P.O.V.
Tristan is so close to learning my secret! What if he finds out? Or worse, what if Yami finds out? Bakura was on his way to the game shop. He had gone back to his house when he and Yami had left the hospital and he had intended to stay put in his room until someone said it was o.k. to go back to the hospital. Being anywhere where there might be a chance of any of the gang being around, meant allowing himself to be questioned and interrogated about his relationship with Yami. Which, as we know, didn't exist. At least not in that way at least!
However when he returned home, he noticed that Yami had left his jacket and school bag there. He knew he could have just given them to him when they were at the hospital, but why waist a perfectly good opportunity to be alone with his favourite pharaoh. Yami's grandpa wasn't going to be in the house and of course Yugi wouldn't be there. So it would just be the two of them.
He couldn't think of anything that could possibly go wrong. That is until he touched the door handle of the front door of the game shop. It was the most horrible, uncomfortable sensation he had ever experienced. He just knew what was wrong. He ripped open the door, which took far too much effort than it should have, and rushed inside and up the steps.
"Yami!" he shouted.
"Yami! Where are you? What's wrong?" he reached for the kitchen door, touched it, and nearly fell as pain coursed through his body. But not just physical pain, the deepest emotional pain ever imaginable.
With more strength than he ever knew he possessed, Bakura flung his full body weight against the door which opened with a snap. What he saw was an absolutely horrid sight. Yami was lying on the floor, the cut on his head had been re-opened (the blood on the kitchen table showed how that had happened), his shirt, the one he had borrowed from Bakura, lay on the floor a little way away in shreds. Deep livid cuts were appearing on the boy's body. In some places they were so deep that Bakura could see the muscle underneath the skin. Shaking all over, Bakura took a step forward and instantly whished he hadn't. The smell of violet perfume filled his nose and he gasped.
The reason he gasped, was that kneeling next to Yami, was the pale smoky figure of a girl. He could make out her long, wavy, hair and ancient cloths. She had her head down and she was drinking the blood from Yami's wounds. Although he couldn't remember seeing her, Bakura would know her anywhere.
"Serena! You evil bitch! Leave him alone!" He shouted. Or he at least tried to shout that. The second his voice was heard in the room and Serena looked up, she vanished, as did the smell of violet perfume.
The second the tomb robber realised this, he ran to Yami and raised his torso off the ground slightly.
"Yami! Oh Yami please wake up!" Bakura sobbed as he tried to wake Yami. "Yami come on! You can't die now! You're not supposed to!" maybe it's a bit too late to be telling him that. Said a nasty little voice inside his head. But thankfully, he could see the boy's chest moving slowly up and down. What with the cuts appearing and his desperate expression, it was clear what was wrong with Yami.
"I wonder what memory this dream is about."
Dream
Normal P.O.V.
The banquet hall was packed to bursting point with very important people, wearing very expensive robes, cloaks, dresses, shirts and trousers. They were mostly all dancing to the rhythmic beat of the drums and the sweet melodies of the flutes and string instruments that were being played at the back of the hall near the door. Some were sitting in the chairs placed at the tables around the edge of the hall, chatting, laughing, eating and drinking. And at the front of the hall, furthest away from the door, sat the two most important people in Egypt. The one sitting on the golden throne was the Pharaoh. A female pharaoh. She had had many boyfriends, but they had all been mean or untrue in one way or another and so she had never married. She did however have thirteen children. Twelve girls and one boy. The boy, now nine years old, was sitting on her lap. Prince Yami of Egypt.
Yami may have been only nine, but he was very observant and clever. He had one arm round him mum's neck and was sucking his other thumb whilst taking in the sight of all the guests. Their cloths were in deep purples, twilight blues and dark forest greens. Some were wearing vibrant oranges, delicate pastel shades and creamy whites. He personally preferred his own crimson robes that matched his eyes perfectly. While most people were wearing bronze jewellery, but he was wearing gold and each piece of jewellery had a shining precious gem imbedded in it.
As Yami watched, a group of girls ran up to them. Yami smiled at his sisters. All twelve of them.
"Mum?" Asked Ruby. "Can we take Yami for a bit?" Elise smiled at her daughters.
"And may I ask why you would like to take Yami for a bit?" She knew exactly what this was about.
"We want you to have a rest from him!" piped up Aqua, the youngest. Elise smiled even wider.
"This wouldn't have anything to do with impressing the princes of Myrin would it?" (AN: As far as I know, Myrin is an entirely made up country.) Aya looked over at the eldest prince.
"Oh please Mum?" she begged. "We will be ever so responsible!" all the sisters started to agree with this until Elise held up her hand.
"Alright! Alright! But if anything happens then I will never forgive any of you!" She then unhooked Yami from round her neck and handed him to Aya.
"Thank you so much mum!" she called back as she and the rest of the girls moved back to where the princes of Myrin were sitting. The girls sounded so happy that it made Yami giggle.
The oldest prince, the one Aya liked, came over to stand in front of them.
"He's so sweet." He said, bending down so he and Yami were eye to eye. Yami blushed slightly and moved closer into Aya's embrace. The older prince smiled at the younger one.
"Would your name be Yami?" he asked kindly. Yami nodded.
"Yes."
"Well then Yami, would you mind if I took your big sister away for a dance?" Yami could hear Aya gasp in delight. He grinned and looked at the prince again.
"I don't mind." He climbed out of Aya's arms and let himself drop to the ground. Aya smiled at him, pleased, before gliding away with the foreign prince.
After about half an hour of sitting with his sisters and the princes of Myrin, Yami was getting bored. He knew he should have stayed with his sisters as his mum had instructed, but what harm could walking across a room do? He got up and walked towards where his mother was sitting. He only ever got half way there, before the doors burst open.
A group of guards ran in.
"Assassin worriers!" Screamed the leader. "We have to leave right now!" the room exploded into absolute chaos. Yami knew that he should run, and run he did. He could see his sisters being escorted out of the room by the Myrin princes, even though Aya was calling for him. He tried to reach the exit too, but he was so small that people just kept knocking into him and shoving him to the ground. He finally managed to make it to the entrance hall, but realised how lost he was in the panicking crowd. A figure grabbed his wrist and started to drag him away. Yami screamed as tears suddenly streamed down his face whilst he tried to pull away.
The person gripping him leant forwards and whispered softly in his ear.
"Yami, it's alright. Calm down, it's only me." Yami spun around and hugged him mother.
"Mum." He whispered. "Mum, I can't find Aya or Ruby or anyone!" He cried, distressed. His mother hugged him again.
"It's alright, they're all outside, they're safe, but right now, we need to get you out of here. It's us they want." The doors were still blocked with people trying to get away, so Elise tugged her son's hand and pulled him up the large sweeping stairs to the higher floors of the palace. Every step of the way, she turned her head whilst running whilst saying the most beautiful, poetic things imaginable, as well as simply 'I love you'.
Every time his mother whispered this Yami whispered it back even though he was really confused now. They ran into the first room, a spare bedroom. All there was in there was a bed, a rug on the floor, a window and a door in the wall made out of wooden slats. Elise ran across the room, dragging Yami behind her and opened the door, revealing that it was a small walk in cupboard. Elise gently pushed Yami inside and stood in front of him. She straightened out his hair and clothes.
"You've got to stay quiet now Yami." She whispered before giving him a hug and a pat on the shoulders. "I love you, Yami."
"I love you too mum." Murmured the now utterly mystified boy. Elise nodded patting him on the shoulders again.
"Remember, stay quiet." She then straightened up and looked at her son one, last time. Heavy footsteps were coming up the stairs. As quick as she could, the queen shut the cupboard door, locked it and stood in between it and the door, her back to the cupboard.
The door opened. A man entered, slowly and calmly, but with pure evil hanging on everything that he did.
"Where's your son?" His speech was slurred slightly. Elise didn't even glance round, she just stared into the man's eyes.
"He's not here." She said it clearly, unmistakably. Yami turned his head to the side in the darkness, not understanding why his mother might be lying. The man smirked and reached behind his back for something.
"Good." He said, before hurling the object at Elise. The queen's body dropped to the floor in a pool of her own blood, a dagger sticking out of her chest exactly where the heart was. Yami struggled not to make an audible gasp at the sight of his now deceased mother. But he must have made some noise, because the man looked up from the blooded, lifeless former queen, to look at the cupboard door, directly at the, now nine year old pharaoh of Egypt.
End Dream
End Chapter
Me: There you go! Please R and R this chapter. Oh and the cliff hanger is, what happens next in both the memory, and in real life?
Seto: my god Chan! How do you mange to write such shocking things?
Me: Practice. Oh and to all my readers, if you have AOL instant messenger, my aim is: yamischan so if you can IM me please do!
Yami: (whimpering) my life is bad enough as it is without you writing all this stuff about my past.
Me: If people R and R I won't be complaining!
