I DO NOT OWN YU-GI-OH.
This story is all about different. Well, not really. What if our fave Yami and his Hikari's positions were switched? How so, you ask? Well, read on my friend, read on.
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Egypt was in a prosperous wealthy time. If you were already rich that is. In one of these lower class, disease ridden towns if where our story starts. We join our main character by the great river known as the Nile.
The boy cursed the gods that put him in this position. He applied more kohl to his eyes and looked in the river. His reflection was that of a beautiful young woman. The dingy grey outfit that had belonged to the woman who lived in the hut before him hid his well built body. He glared in disgust at the broken reflection.
He donned the head covering and slipped into the small, crowded town. He carefully slipped from one stall to the next, appearing to take nothing, but always coming away with more then when he drew near it.
Suddenly a thunderous voice rang though the air. "Halt you lousy thief."
He kept on walking, hoping it was not him they were talking too.
"Get back here you lousy wench," the voice said from directly behind him. A huge hand landed on his shoulder. "You are coming with me."
He turned around and came face to face with one of the Pharohs palace guards. What was he doing out here. "What ever did I do?" he asked in the sweet voice of an innocent maiden. He had worked on that voice for years.
"You are to be taken to the Imperial Palace under the charge of theft."
"But I didn't steal anything. Why are you being mean to me?" he cried, once again in the sweet voice. The fake tears, another product of years of practice, welled up in his eyes.
The response, however, was less then satisfactory. The guard roughly dragged her toward the palace.
"Hey boys," he called, "look what we have here. Ain't she a pretty little thing. I figured we'd have some fun with her."
The other guards let out malicious chuckles. Oh yes, this girl would be fun, or so they thought.
He heard the guards conversation and anger flooded though his body. His crimson eyes glowed eirily and a third eye appeared in the middle of his forehead. "You dare to touch me vile beast," he hissed in an incredibly scarey voice. "For that you must die." He collasped to the ground, lack of food and exahustion couple with the drain of energy from killing so many pushed his body beyond it's limits. That's how the High Priest found him. Sprawled out on the floor, surrounded by dead guards.
For three days a prone figure in a raggedy grey outfit lay upon a straw mattress in a small room. No one had bothered with her, er him. The High Priest had stashed her, er oh whatever, in there until she woke up. He would definately be questioning the mysterious, yet beautiful, girl, boy, that had been found in a room full of dead guards. Those were the Pharoh's strongest, most fearsome guards.
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Well, what do you think of the prolouge? Was it alright? Please say it was. Okay, I want honesty, not prearranged opinions.
This story is all about different. Well, not really. What if our fave Yami and his Hikari's positions were switched? How so, you ask? Well, read on my friend, read on.
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Egypt was in a prosperous wealthy time. If you were already rich that is. In one of these lower class, disease ridden towns if where our story starts. We join our main character by the great river known as the Nile.
The boy cursed the gods that put him in this position. He applied more kohl to his eyes and looked in the river. His reflection was that of a beautiful young woman. The dingy grey outfit that had belonged to the woman who lived in the hut before him hid his well built body. He glared in disgust at the broken reflection.
He donned the head covering and slipped into the small, crowded town. He carefully slipped from one stall to the next, appearing to take nothing, but always coming away with more then when he drew near it.
Suddenly a thunderous voice rang though the air. "Halt you lousy thief."
He kept on walking, hoping it was not him they were talking too.
"Get back here you lousy wench," the voice said from directly behind him. A huge hand landed on his shoulder. "You are coming with me."
He turned around and came face to face with one of the Pharohs palace guards. What was he doing out here. "What ever did I do?" he asked in the sweet voice of an innocent maiden. He had worked on that voice for years.
"You are to be taken to the Imperial Palace under the charge of theft."
"But I didn't steal anything. Why are you being mean to me?" he cried, once again in the sweet voice. The fake tears, another product of years of practice, welled up in his eyes.
The response, however, was less then satisfactory. The guard roughly dragged her toward the palace.
"Hey boys," he called, "look what we have here. Ain't she a pretty little thing. I figured we'd have some fun with her."
The other guards let out malicious chuckles. Oh yes, this girl would be fun, or so they thought.
He heard the guards conversation and anger flooded though his body. His crimson eyes glowed eirily and a third eye appeared in the middle of his forehead. "You dare to touch me vile beast," he hissed in an incredibly scarey voice. "For that you must die." He collasped to the ground, lack of food and exahustion couple with the drain of energy from killing so many pushed his body beyond it's limits. That's how the High Priest found him. Sprawled out on the floor, surrounded by dead guards.
For three days a prone figure in a raggedy grey outfit lay upon a straw mattress in a small room. No one had bothered with her, er him. The High Priest had stashed her, er oh whatever, in there until she woke up. He would definately be questioning the mysterious, yet beautiful, girl, boy, that had been found in a room full of dead guards. Those were the Pharoh's strongest, most fearsome guards.
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Well, what do you think of the prolouge? Was it alright? Please say it was. Okay, I want honesty, not prearranged opinions.