Angel of the Night
Chapter 2: Two Wars
Disclaimer: see chapter 1, "Wind's Nocturne" is not mine. (the song Safiya sings)
As the potion wore off, Safiya awoke. It was dark outside; the exact time of night the robbers had put her to sleep with the strange green potion. Sitting up, the bewildered Safiya looked around. This was not her room. Shaking her head and getting unsteadily to her feet, she began to walk toward the door. She noticed her clothes had been changed; she was in a long, flowing, white, sleeveless dress. She supposed it was a nighttime garment.
Looking at the oddities in her room, and a great black cat slinking along the walls, she hurried out to find what the meaning of it all was.
Yami was up late; he was talking to Seto about the newest developments of the border wars.
"You cannot go into battle sir," Seto protested. "Your prowess is in the Shadow Games, not in the arts of war. Sefu would slaughter you the first chance he had!"
Yami scowled. Seto was right, of course, but he was stubborn. "But I want to be out there protecting my people!" he protested.
"That is what you have Jou, Honda, and Ryou for," Seto chided. "YOU make the battle plans and THEY carry them out. They are your generals! It is their duty!"
Yami grumbled in displeasure, he knew Seto was right. "But I want to show my people that I am not afraid of a challenge!"
Seto sighed, so it was the "pride" thing again. "We've gone over this Pharaoh Yami," Seto replied. "You don't need to prove yourself to your subjects."
Yami "hmph"ed grudgingly.
Seto smirked. He had won the battle...for the moment. Fortunately they were rudely interrupted by a certain girl with brilliant blue eyes storming angrily into the throne room.
"Where am I?" she exclaimed heatedly. "I've been walking around this whole palace and I've yet to figure out where I am! I demand an explanation!" She walked up to Seto and pointed an accusing finger squarely at his chest.
The shocked high priest said nothing and stared mutely at the outraged girl.
"Ah, Safiya you're awake, good-" Yami began.
"You know my name? How do you know my name? How did I get here? TELL ME!" Safiya grabbed Yami's shoulders and shook him violently.
Seto drew the Millenium Rod and changed it into the knife. "You will not harm Pharaoh Yami," he commanded.
Safiya let Yami go and thought a moment, still livid. "So, I'm in Southern Egypt...how on earth did I get here?" she asked confusedly, still fuming.
"Well, you see, it's quite simple-" Yami began, before getting cut off once more.
Safiya gasped, a look of realization crossing her face. "By Ra! You kidnapped me!" she exclaimed, flailing her hands above her head.
"Wh-what? I-I never!" Yami stuttered.
"Don't you try to fool me! I am not speaking to you! Either of you! When my father finds out about this he'll...he'll...I don't know what he'll do! But it'll be terrible!" she cried, running back to her room.
Yami and Seto stared dumbstruck after the girl. "Well, that...was interesting," Seto said finally.
"Yes," Yami sighed. "I'll talk to her tomorrow. Let's continue."
Safiya found her way through the corridors to her room. The crescent moon was shining silver across the sand of the desert. A lonely sinking feeling had developed in Safiya's stomach and she began to hum a lullaby from her childhood.
"Wishing on a dream that seems far off,
Hoping it will come today,
Into the starlit night,
Foolish dreamers turn their gaze,
Waiting on a shooting star."
She gazed longingly across the sands in the direction of her home. What was left of it? Had her father returned only to find her not there?
"But,
What if that star is not to come?
Will their dreams fade to nothing?
When the horizon darkens most,
we all need to believe there is hope."
She almost sneered, where was hope? She was alone in a strange place, no family, no friends. Her father could be wounded or, worse, dead.
"Is an angel watching closely over me?
Can there be a guiding light I've yet to see?
I know my heart should guide me but,
There's a hole within my soul."
Then her thoughts drifted to the young Pharaoh. They had never met before. She was so caught up with being mad at him; she hadn't really LOOKED at him...
"What will fill this emptiness inside of me?
Am I to be satisfied without knowing?
I wish then for a chance to see."
Sighing, she wished it were different. That they could have somehow met under different circumstances...he was definitely good-looking. His eyes...
"Now all I need,
Desperately,
Is my star to come..."
Her silvery voice trailed off into the night. Yami stood a floor beneath her and listened. "Beautiful," he whispered.
Then Yami walked up the stairs to his own bedroom. It was right down the hall from Safiya's. He tiptoed quietly, hoping not to disturb her.
Each slept peacefully, forgetting the events of the night and drifting into dreams filled with laughter and smiles. Each dreamed of an angel they could not see, one that they felt...they might have met before.
The next morning, Safiya awoke to Yami staring down at her. Yelping, she pulled the bed sheets up quickly and slapped the Pharaoh. "What are you doing in my room?" she exclaimed.
"This is not your room," Yami sighed. "This was my mother's room. Now if you just let me explain, I we can sort out this whole mess."
Safiya, stubborn and confused, refused to listen to Yami.
"Please, Safiya, if you'll just listen to me. We are in a border war! Sefu and Malik are attacking us on both sides! If you want to be difficult it could result in more stress than I can handle right now."
Safiya turned away.
Yami seethed. "Fine! Be that way! Only, when we're fighting a battle here at the palace, don't expect anyone to come running up here to save YOU!"
"Fine!" Safiya yelled.
"FINE!" Yami replied.
"FINE!!!"
Grumbling, Yami stormed out of the room. That girl! She was so...he shuddered, unreasonable! A tap on his shoulder disturbed Yami's thoughts; it was Seto.
"Pharaoh Yami," he called, running down the hall after the younger man.
Yami turned around. "Yes," he asked, running a hand through his, by now, unruly hair.
"I have just gotten word that Pharaoh Lisimba, of the North and our guest's father, has been defeated and slain in battle," said Seto.
Yami rubbed his temples; he did not need this kind of pressure right now. "And Lisimba's kingdom?"
"Taken, split between Malik and Sefu," replied Seto.
Safiya, who had hidden outside the room, gasped audibly. Yami turned around to. Crimson red met sky blue.
Safiya ran, ran like her life depended on it. She had to get out. She had to escape. She was dreaming. It couldn't be true.
When she reached the entrance of the palace, she kept running. Running across the desert into the sands. And Yami Malik and Bakura saw...
R&R and all that good stuff.
Chapter 2: Two Wars
Disclaimer: see chapter 1, "Wind's Nocturne" is not mine. (the song Safiya sings)
As the potion wore off, Safiya awoke. It was dark outside; the exact time of night the robbers had put her to sleep with the strange green potion. Sitting up, the bewildered Safiya looked around. This was not her room. Shaking her head and getting unsteadily to her feet, she began to walk toward the door. She noticed her clothes had been changed; she was in a long, flowing, white, sleeveless dress. She supposed it was a nighttime garment.
Looking at the oddities in her room, and a great black cat slinking along the walls, she hurried out to find what the meaning of it all was.
Yami was up late; he was talking to Seto about the newest developments of the border wars.
"You cannot go into battle sir," Seto protested. "Your prowess is in the Shadow Games, not in the arts of war. Sefu would slaughter you the first chance he had!"
Yami scowled. Seto was right, of course, but he was stubborn. "But I want to be out there protecting my people!" he protested.
"That is what you have Jou, Honda, and Ryou for," Seto chided. "YOU make the battle plans and THEY carry them out. They are your generals! It is their duty!"
Yami grumbled in displeasure, he knew Seto was right. "But I want to show my people that I am not afraid of a challenge!"
Seto sighed, so it was the "pride" thing again. "We've gone over this Pharaoh Yami," Seto replied. "You don't need to prove yourself to your subjects."
Yami "hmph"ed grudgingly.
Seto smirked. He had won the battle...for the moment. Fortunately they were rudely interrupted by a certain girl with brilliant blue eyes storming angrily into the throne room.
"Where am I?" she exclaimed heatedly. "I've been walking around this whole palace and I've yet to figure out where I am! I demand an explanation!" She walked up to Seto and pointed an accusing finger squarely at his chest.
The shocked high priest said nothing and stared mutely at the outraged girl.
"Ah, Safiya you're awake, good-" Yami began.
"You know my name? How do you know my name? How did I get here? TELL ME!" Safiya grabbed Yami's shoulders and shook him violently.
Seto drew the Millenium Rod and changed it into the knife. "You will not harm Pharaoh Yami," he commanded.
Safiya let Yami go and thought a moment, still livid. "So, I'm in Southern Egypt...how on earth did I get here?" she asked confusedly, still fuming.
"Well, you see, it's quite simple-" Yami began, before getting cut off once more.
Safiya gasped, a look of realization crossing her face. "By Ra! You kidnapped me!" she exclaimed, flailing her hands above her head.
"Wh-what? I-I never!" Yami stuttered.
"Don't you try to fool me! I am not speaking to you! Either of you! When my father finds out about this he'll...he'll...I don't know what he'll do! But it'll be terrible!" she cried, running back to her room.
Yami and Seto stared dumbstruck after the girl. "Well, that...was interesting," Seto said finally.
"Yes," Yami sighed. "I'll talk to her tomorrow. Let's continue."
Safiya found her way through the corridors to her room. The crescent moon was shining silver across the sand of the desert. A lonely sinking feeling had developed in Safiya's stomach and she began to hum a lullaby from her childhood.
"Wishing on a dream that seems far off,
Hoping it will come today,
Into the starlit night,
Foolish dreamers turn their gaze,
Waiting on a shooting star."
She gazed longingly across the sands in the direction of her home. What was left of it? Had her father returned only to find her not there?
"But,
What if that star is not to come?
Will their dreams fade to nothing?
When the horizon darkens most,
we all need to believe there is hope."
She almost sneered, where was hope? She was alone in a strange place, no family, no friends. Her father could be wounded or, worse, dead.
"Is an angel watching closely over me?
Can there be a guiding light I've yet to see?
I know my heart should guide me but,
There's a hole within my soul."
Then her thoughts drifted to the young Pharaoh. They had never met before. She was so caught up with being mad at him; she hadn't really LOOKED at him...
"What will fill this emptiness inside of me?
Am I to be satisfied without knowing?
I wish then for a chance to see."
Sighing, she wished it were different. That they could have somehow met under different circumstances...he was definitely good-looking. His eyes...
"Now all I need,
Desperately,
Is my star to come..."
Her silvery voice trailed off into the night. Yami stood a floor beneath her and listened. "Beautiful," he whispered.
Then Yami walked up the stairs to his own bedroom. It was right down the hall from Safiya's. He tiptoed quietly, hoping not to disturb her.
Each slept peacefully, forgetting the events of the night and drifting into dreams filled with laughter and smiles. Each dreamed of an angel they could not see, one that they felt...they might have met before.
The next morning, Safiya awoke to Yami staring down at her. Yelping, she pulled the bed sheets up quickly and slapped the Pharaoh. "What are you doing in my room?" she exclaimed.
"This is not your room," Yami sighed. "This was my mother's room. Now if you just let me explain, I we can sort out this whole mess."
Safiya, stubborn and confused, refused to listen to Yami.
"Please, Safiya, if you'll just listen to me. We are in a border war! Sefu and Malik are attacking us on both sides! If you want to be difficult it could result in more stress than I can handle right now."
Safiya turned away.
Yami seethed. "Fine! Be that way! Only, when we're fighting a battle here at the palace, don't expect anyone to come running up here to save YOU!"
"Fine!" Safiya yelled.
"FINE!" Yami replied.
"FINE!!!"
Grumbling, Yami stormed out of the room. That girl! She was so...he shuddered, unreasonable! A tap on his shoulder disturbed Yami's thoughts; it was Seto.
"Pharaoh Yami," he called, running down the hall after the younger man.
Yami turned around. "Yes," he asked, running a hand through his, by now, unruly hair.
"I have just gotten word that Pharaoh Lisimba, of the North and our guest's father, has been defeated and slain in battle," said Seto.
Yami rubbed his temples; he did not need this kind of pressure right now. "And Lisimba's kingdom?"
"Taken, split between Malik and Sefu," replied Seto.
Safiya, who had hidden outside the room, gasped audibly. Yami turned around to. Crimson red met sky blue.
Safiya ran, ran like her life depended on it. She had to get out. She had to escape. She was dreaming. It couldn't be true.
When she reached the entrance of the palace, she kept running. Running across the desert into the sands. And Yami Malik and Bakura saw...
R&R and all that good stuff.