Note: Another chapter, woohoo, I'm doing more typing than I'd thought I
would!
The Dark Side: Victims
The bell rang as the young couple reached their classroom door, and
they skidded into the classroom before their teacher looked up to see
who was absent, taking their usual seats.
"We made it." Yoh panted.
Manta nodded in agreement. "Just barely."
The teacher knocked his hand onto his desk to gain everyone's attention
for the time being. "Today, class, we will be studying cultural
history." he said.
A student from up front raised an eyebrow as she gave the teacher a
weird look. "Isn't this the social studies class?" she asked him.
"Yes, that's why cultural history will tie in perfectly. So, if there
are no more questions?"
No one raised their hand.
"Good. Now, if that's all settled, we'll begin. Friday we were
talking about the continent of Africa. So, the culture I've picked out
for everyone comes from Africa. Don't be in deNile, now, when I tell
you this country has one of the most famous rivers ever."
The class gave a luke warm laugh at their teacher's lame joke.
"Does anyone know where we're talking about today?"
Still, no one raised their hand.
Moments after, however, Yoh and Manta said, in unison, "Kaki-Ri!"
The teacher smiled. "No, that was the name of one of the heirs to the
Egyptian throne. But you got the country correct through the name." he
said.
Kaki-Ri and Yeno looked at each other as the teacher said this. Were
they actually being seen?
"The country is Egypt, and we're going to be studying it from the point
where *Kaki-Ri's father assumed the throne up to, well, up to as far as
we get today. If you enjoy the lesson enough, we'll continue it
tomorrow morning." the teacher droned on.
'What would they know about your father and you, love?' Yeno asked as
he looked at Kaki-Ri.
'I look forward to finding out.' Kaki-Ri replied.
"So. If whoever is back there trying to immitate an Egyptian voice,
doing well, or not, will please be silent, we will get on with the
day's lesson."
Yoh smiled a little as the teacher said this. "It looks like we have a
teacher with a little second sight." he said quietly to Manta. "Kaki-
Ri, flame mode."
"Can anyone tell me what year Kaki-Ri's father assumed the throne?" the
teacher asked. "How about his name? Height? Favorite food? Wife's
name?"
'1213 BC, Koroe-Ri, 6'2'', snails, Carin-Fa.' an Egyptian voice from in
back of the classroom said.
Looking back at Yoh, the teacher blinked. "Why, yes, and you've
perfected the Egyptian accent, too."
'Thank you. How did you find out what we- that is- how did you find
out how Egyptians sound?' Yoh asked.
The teacher smiled and lowered his glasses from his slightly tilted
eyes. "Ancestors, Asakura. Ancestors."
Yeno leaned forward and kissed the young Shaman on the cheek.
'Perhaps we are not unknown after all.' Kaki-Ri's voice said in a
whisper from Yoh's body.
"As Asakura said, the Pharoe of 1213 BC was Koroe-Ri, father of Kaki-
Ri, husband of Carin-Fa, and would-have-been in-law of the mysterious
young boy Yeno-Da."
A girl in the middle row cocked her eyebrows, looking up at the
teacher. "Excuse me, young boy? Wasn't Kaki-Ri a boy too?"
"Yes, Maiy, he was."
"You're saying he wasn't interested in a wife?"
"Precisely. The interesting thing about the young Prince, however, was
that the one he chose to engage was in exile."
Manta raised his hand, forgetting for a scant moment that Kaki-Ri was
by him, as well as Yeno.
"Oyamada?"
"Why exile?"
"His father and himself, Jeniq-Da, were envious of the throne, and
Jeniq-Da was constantly congegating to his son over ways to overthrow
the Pharoe. Koroe-Ri's best spy discovered this, and reported it to
him, and Koroe-Ri sent for the two."
'Yeno-Da was most certainly not out to overthrow the Pharoe! He and
his father were two of the best in Egypt! The two were unfairly exiled
because of lack of true evidence saying they were innocent to the
crimes!' Kaki-Ri's voice rang out from in back.
"Asakura, it's each point of view. But don't scream out an answer to
any unasked question." the teacher scolded.
Yeno looked up at his love from beside Manta as he smiled. 'It's
alright. Just let them say what they have learned. We know the truth.
Right?' Yeno purred softly.
"Now then. Koroe-Ri was the Pharoe at the time Jeniq-Da and his son
Yeno-Da were both exiled. He assumed the throne at the young age of 8,
not even Tut's age. His MTA, Most Trusted Advisor, taught him the ways
to rule successfully. He married Carin-Fa at the age of 13, when she
was just at the age of 10, before she was even ready to bare children.
By the time she was 14, she had bore 3 children, all of which were
daughters, and unfit, in the ancient Egyptian eye, to be heir to the
throne. At 15, she bore him only one son, which they named Kaki-Ri Osi
in honor of Osiris for allowing them a living son. Before he was even
a half a year old, however, his three sisters, whom had been given the
names Cami-Ra, Lia-Re, and Gaji-Na, were slaughtered, and though no one
named names, the proverbeal finger was being pointed at the suspicious
looking newcomer, Jeniq-Da, who had brought his wife and son with him
to Egypt in hopes of finding a better living, Yeno-Da being almost of
Kaki-Ri's age. When Koroe-Ri reached adulthood, after he turned 33, it
was inevidable that they had to be exiled, want to or not. So, after
his mind was set on it, Koroe-Ri sent for Jeniq-Da and his son, Jeniq-
Da's wife having passed on seven years earlier to scorpion poisoning."
Nearly all of the class seemed lost, dead, daydreamy, or else somehow
otherwise uninterested.
"This was about the time the people nearest the Palace were lined up by
the streets, watching the procession of the two to see the Pharoe.
Mind you, the Prince was by now 15. Yeno-Da, merely one month and a
half under him, had become an obsession to him by now. Remember, they
had never seen each other, so Kaki-Ri was anxious to look upon the so-
called traitors of his father's ruling. As they made their way to the
main stairs of the Palace, Kaki-Ri looked over the balcony to see them.
When he set is eyes upon the mysterious boy, however, he must have felt
love at first sight. This would be the moment Yeno-Da looked up at the
balcony, this being his first time there, and by chance his eyes locked
with the Prince's. Now, only the closest servant of Kaki-Ri and Yeno-
Da's maid heard of their feelings at that moment later on, but history
remembered it. The love of ages in one mere glimpse, oh, what I
wouldn't give-"
The teacher was cut off, however.
'-To be locked in that golden embrace,-' Yoh continued.
'-For eternity and to lay in those arms for all my life.' Yeno and Yoh
finished at the same time.
"Very good. You're well read up, Asakura, Oyamada."
A boy in front of Manta's row stood up. "But I am a decendant from
Yeno-Da's executor, and the two couldn't have been together, even in
secret." he said.
"Why do you say that?"
"Yeno-Da was killed publicly for returning to Egypt, meaning Kaki-Ri
had to watch too. If they'd ben together, wouldn't he have spoken up
to save him?"
Yeno glanced over at Yoh with that. 'The child raises a good question,
love, why didn't you?'
Kaki-Ri gave a sheepish smile through Yoh.
'Perhaps he was unable to for the chains I have read covered him to
keep him from going to him, and it might have been also that he was
unable to find words for shock.' Yoh said as he stood up.
A third kid stood up at this. "The old wizard of the Court would have
noticed the fact that he was chained or upset." she said.
The teacher nodded. "That he would, but how did you know the Pharoe
Koroe-Ri was the only one to have a Court Wizard?" he inquired.
"Because the wizard himself was my uncle on my daddy's side ten times
over."
"It seems as though we have many students here of important heritage."
Back in the back of the room, Yeno was glaring at Yoh, who was quietly
trying to explain things to him and get forgiven.
'You let me die.' Yeno persisted.
'I didn't let you die. Or, I didn't mean to, I mean!- I'm sorry I let
you die, ah!- I mean!-' It wasn't going too well on Kaki'Ri's and Yoh's
end.
'You did let me die!' Yeno shrieked quietly, still aware that he was in
Yoh's and Manta's classroom.
'Yeno, please, listen! I didn't ever intend for it to end up how it
did! I never meant for you to get caught and killed! I'm sorry I let
you die! Wait- I didn't even do that!- Yeno, please,!-'
He was cut off.
'That's Yeno-Da Anu to you, Kaki-Ri Osi!'
'Yeno-'
Yeno was on his feet in a moment, however. 'When you come up with a
buyable reason, "love", tell me!' With this, he ran out of the room.
'Yeno!'
Kaki-Ri jumped back out of Yoh's body and ran after Yeno. 'Wait! Yeno
love! We shouldn't fight!' he called as he ran out after Yeno.
The teacher blinked at this remark. "Who said that" he asked.
Yoh tilted his head as he watched Kaki-Ri run out of the room.
"What happened?" he asked Manta.
Manta merely took Yoh's hand in his own. "The happy Egyptian couple
had a fight." he said.
"Now at least I know who to go after." Yoh muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing, Manta."
"Seriously."
"It's nothing, I swear."
"Okay then."
The bell rang, however, to go to their next class, before anything more
could be told.
"I'll continue the lesson tomorrow." the teacher promised as the
students filed out.
would!
The Dark Side: Victims
The bell rang as the young couple reached their classroom door, and
they skidded into the classroom before their teacher looked up to see
who was absent, taking their usual seats.
"We made it." Yoh panted.
Manta nodded in agreement. "Just barely."
The teacher knocked his hand onto his desk to gain everyone's attention
for the time being. "Today, class, we will be studying cultural
history." he said.
A student from up front raised an eyebrow as she gave the teacher a
weird look. "Isn't this the social studies class?" she asked him.
"Yes, that's why cultural history will tie in perfectly. So, if there
are no more questions?"
No one raised their hand.
"Good. Now, if that's all settled, we'll begin. Friday we were
talking about the continent of Africa. So, the culture I've picked out
for everyone comes from Africa. Don't be in deNile, now, when I tell
you this country has one of the most famous rivers ever."
The class gave a luke warm laugh at their teacher's lame joke.
"Does anyone know where we're talking about today?"
Still, no one raised their hand.
Moments after, however, Yoh and Manta said, in unison, "Kaki-Ri!"
The teacher smiled. "No, that was the name of one of the heirs to the
Egyptian throne. But you got the country correct through the name." he
said.
Kaki-Ri and Yeno looked at each other as the teacher said this. Were
they actually being seen?
"The country is Egypt, and we're going to be studying it from the point
where *Kaki-Ri's father assumed the throne up to, well, up to as far as
we get today. If you enjoy the lesson enough, we'll continue it
tomorrow morning." the teacher droned on.
'What would they know about your father and you, love?' Yeno asked as
he looked at Kaki-Ri.
'I look forward to finding out.' Kaki-Ri replied.
"So. If whoever is back there trying to immitate an Egyptian voice,
doing well, or not, will please be silent, we will get on with the
day's lesson."
Yoh smiled a little as the teacher said this. "It looks like we have a
teacher with a little second sight." he said quietly to Manta. "Kaki-
Ri, flame mode."
"Can anyone tell me what year Kaki-Ri's father assumed the throne?" the
teacher asked. "How about his name? Height? Favorite food? Wife's
name?"
'1213 BC, Koroe-Ri, 6'2'', snails, Carin-Fa.' an Egyptian voice from in
back of the classroom said.
Looking back at Yoh, the teacher blinked. "Why, yes, and you've
perfected the Egyptian accent, too."
'Thank you. How did you find out what we- that is- how did you find
out how Egyptians sound?' Yoh asked.
The teacher smiled and lowered his glasses from his slightly tilted
eyes. "Ancestors, Asakura. Ancestors."
Yeno leaned forward and kissed the young Shaman on the cheek.
'Perhaps we are not unknown after all.' Kaki-Ri's voice said in a
whisper from Yoh's body.
"As Asakura said, the Pharoe of 1213 BC was Koroe-Ri, father of Kaki-
Ri, husband of Carin-Fa, and would-have-been in-law of the mysterious
young boy Yeno-Da."
A girl in the middle row cocked her eyebrows, looking up at the
teacher. "Excuse me, young boy? Wasn't Kaki-Ri a boy too?"
"Yes, Maiy, he was."
"You're saying he wasn't interested in a wife?"
"Precisely. The interesting thing about the young Prince, however, was
that the one he chose to engage was in exile."
Manta raised his hand, forgetting for a scant moment that Kaki-Ri was
by him, as well as Yeno.
"Oyamada?"
"Why exile?"
"His father and himself, Jeniq-Da, were envious of the throne, and
Jeniq-Da was constantly congegating to his son over ways to overthrow
the Pharoe. Koroe-Ri's best spy discovered this, and reported it to
him, and Koroe-Ri sent for the two."
'Yeno-Da was most certainly not out to overthrow the Pharoe! He and
his father were two of the best in Egypt! The two were unfairly exiled
because of lack of true evidence saying they were innocent to the
crimes!' Kaki-Ri's voice rang out from in back.
"Asakura, it's each point of view. But don't scream out an answer to
any unasked question." the teacher scolded.
Yeno looked up at his love from beside Manta as he smiled. 'It's
alright. Just let them say what they have learned. We know the truth.
Right?' Yeno purred softly.
"Now then. Koroe-Ri was the Pharoe at the time Jeniq-Da and his son
Yeno-Da were both exiled. He assumed the throne at the young age of 8,
not even Tut's age. His MTA, Most Trusted Advisor, taught him the ways
to rule successfully. He married Carin-Fa at the age of 13, when she
was just at the age of 10, before she was even ready to bare children.
By the time she was 14, she had bore 3 children, all of which were
daughters, and unfit, in the ancient Egyptian eye, to be heir to the
throne. At 15, she bore him only one son, which they named Kaki-Ri Osi
in honor of Osiris for allowing them a living son. Before he was even
a half a year old, however, his three sisters, whom had been given the
names Cami-Ra, Lia-Re, and Gaji-Na, were slaughtered, and though no one
named names, the proverbeal finger was being pointed at the suspicious
looking newcomer, Jeniq-Da, who had brought his wife and son with him
to Egypt in hopes of finding a better living, Yeno-Da being almost of
Kaki-Ri's age. When Koroe-Ri reached adulthood, after he turned 33, it
was inevidable that they had to be exiled, want to or not. So, after
his mind was set on it, Koroe-Ri sent for Jeniq-Da and his son, Jeniq-
Da's wife having passed on seven years earlier to scorpion poisoning."
Nearly all of the class seemed lost, dead, daydreamy, or else somehow
otherwise uninterested.
"This was about the time the people nearest the Palace were lined up by
the streets, watching the procession of the two to see the Pharoe.
Mind you, the Prince was by now 15. Yeno-Da, merely one month and a
half under him, had become an obsession to him by now. Remember, they
had never seen each other, so Kaki-Ri was anxious to look upon the so-
called traitors of his father's ruling. As they made their way to the
main stairs of the Palace, Kaki-Ri looked over the balcony to see them.
When he set is eyes upon the mysterious boy, however, he must have felt
love at first sight. This would be the moment Yeno-Da looked up at the
balcony, this being his first time there, and by chance his eyes locked
with the Prince's. Now, only the closest servant of Kaki-Ri and Yeno-
Da's maid heard of their feelings at that moment later on, but history
remembered it. The love of ages in one mere glimpse, oh, what I
wouldn't give-"
The teacher was cut off, however.
'-To be locked in that golden embrace,-' Yoh continued.
'-For eternity and to lay in those arms for all my life.' Yeno and Yoh
finished at the same time.
"Very good. You're well read up, Asakura, Oyamada."
A boy in front of Manta's row stood up. "But I am a decendant from
Yeno-Da's executor, and the two couldn't have been together, even in
secret." he said.
"Why do you say that?"
"Yeno-Da was killed publicly for returning to Egypt, meaning Kaki-Ri
had to watch too. If they'd ben together, wouldn't he have spoken up
to save him?"
Yeno glanced over at Yoh with that. 'The child raises a good question,
love, why didn't you?'
Kaki-Ri gave a sheepish smile through Yoh.
'Perhaps he was unable to for the chains I have read covered him to
keep him from going to him, and it might have been also that he was
unable to find words for shock.' Yoh said as he stood up.
A third kid stood up at this. "The old wizard of the Court would have
noticed the fact that he was chained or upset." she said.
The teacher nodded. "That he would, but how did you know the Pharoe
Koroe-Ri was the only one to have a Court Wizard?" he inquired.
"Because the wizard himself was my uncle on my daddy's side ten times
over."
"It seems as though we have many students here of important heritage."
Back in the back of the room, Yeno was glaring at Yoh, who was quietly
trying to explain things to him and get forgiven.
'You let me die.' Yeno persisted.
'I didn't let you die. Or, I didn't mean to, I mean!- I'm sorry I let
you die, ah!- I mean!-' It wasn't going too well on Kaki'Ri's and Yoh's
end.
'You did let me die!' Yeno shrieked quietly, still aware that he was in
Yoh's and Manta's classroom.
'Yeno, please, listen! I didn't ever intend for it to end up how it
did! I never meant for you to get caught and killed! I'm sorry I let
you die! Wait- I didn't even do that!- Yeno, please,!-'
He was cut off.
'That's Yeno-Da Anu to you, Kaki-Ri Osi!'
'Yeno-'
Yeno was on his feet in a moment, however. 'When you come up with a
buyable reason, "love", tell me!' With this, he ran out of the room.
'Yeno!'
Kaki-Ri jumped back out of Yoh's body and ran after Yeno. 'Wait! Yeno
love! We shouldn't fight!' he called as he ran out after Yeno.
The teacher blinked at this remark. "Who said that" he asked.
Yoh tilted his head as he watched Kaki-Ri run out of the room.
"What happened?" he asked Manta.
Manta merely took Yoh's hand in his own. "The happy Egyptian couple
had a fight." he said.
"Now at least I know who to go after." Yoh muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing, Manta."
"Seriously."
"It's nothing, I swear."
"Okay then."
The bell rang, however, to go to their next class, before anything more
could be told.
"I'll continue the lesson tomorrow." the teacher promised as the
students filed out.