Secret: I'm back again. ^_^

Me: Me too. Unfortunately…

Secret: Don't be rude.

Me: hey! That's my line!

Secret: but now our roles are switched. ^_^

Me: Aw crap. Get on with your story.

Secret: good idea ^_^

~*~Yamachan's POV~*~

I sat bolt upright and knocked my yami off my bed. "Heh…sorry Fai." I apologized. She corrected me. "The name…is Secret." I loved that name. How many people actually have that name? Secret. Oh the puns! I smiled to myself, and she read my mind. "Don't try anything humorous hikari." "Who? Me?" I asked trying to cover up my sneer.

She rolled her eyes. "So…" I asked, because she was apparently not starting. "What's this story of yours about?" "Are you sure you want to know? It's a long story." I redid a line I heard from Paulie. "I'm Russian. I like long stories." She sighed and fell backwards. "You're roots could be traced to the beginning of time, and you wouldn't have Russian blood. Could you get ANY stupider?" I smirked. "Can you get started?" "Where do I start?" "From the beginning of course." "Ok. First I was bor-" "Not that beginning."

"I was just kidding. I guess it starts…well I don't know the exact date. It HAS been about 5 millenias, and I stopped keeping track in the 2nd or 3rd century." I made the 'I don't believe that…' face. (0_0) "You're…you're…that old?" She scowled at me. I decided not to question her further about her age. I didn't see what the big deal was. She looked young. I was 15, and she looked 16 or 17.

It's funny though, kind of. Yami looks almost exactly like Yugi, and the same was true for Ryou and Bakura. We did have some similarities, but few. I was short, maybe about an inch taller than Yugi. And she was an inch or two shorter than Yami. We both had black hair, but mine was long and hers was short. It looked kind of like Ken's. You know the guy from Digimon? I always thought he had a girly hairstyle.

Our eyes were exactly the same. Brown. But she was prettier. Made me jealous, because I wasn't very pretty. Ok…not at all. Short and chubby. Bleh! She was slender and was bigger around the chest area. I always wondered why she had chosen Yami. I mean Yami's a Bishie and all, but she could have anyone. Why him?

"Yama!!!!!!" "Huh?" I didn't realize I had kind of got lost in my thoughts. "IF you're not going to listen, why should I tell you?" "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry." "Geez, it's ok. Don't worry about it." "You gonna tell me or what?"

~*~Secret's POV~*~

First, she was begging me to tell her, and now? What is her problem? She zoned out for a few seconds. I wonder what he was thinking about. Probably Kaiba. So what else was new? I looked at her face. Eager she was. She wanted me to start, but where was I to begin? My memory I had only gained a while ago. I couldn't remember everything exactly, but some parts were vivid. I guess I would start…that day. The day where me and Yami began…

I quickly rinsed my hands with water from the kitchen well. I was to go into the throne room and give his highness his evening meal. It smelled wonderful. But the preparing took a very long time. The cooks and such were busy from morning until the evening. I wasn't a cook, thank goodness. But still, I did work hard. I had 2 jobs. I was a servant girl, and brought the Pharaoh his 3 daily meals every single day. And then after the evening dinner, I became a dancer.

That's usually what girls did here, in Egypt. We were dancers. Few were servants, because they were females, and were thought of low class. But I had somehow managed to do a small servant's job, and be a dancer too. A job not done by many Egyptian women. As soon as the fod was prepared and was ready to be served, cooks started to shout for me. I didn't have a name. I mean, I used to have a name, but I couldn't remember it now.

My mom died when I was young. She was also a dancer. My dad had left her, not to mention me, when I was born. I would always watch my mom dance every night for the previous pharaoh. But she was murdered one night. Of course, since she had no class, no one looked into it. I tried, but a little girl can only do so much. Then the pharaoh had also passed away, and this one had taken his place.

I jogged over towards the front of the kitchens where a cook was waiting angrily. I apologized and grabbed the food. he then yelled at me for almost spilling it al over the floor. I ignored him and just left him shouting at the walls.

I made my over to the throne room as fast as I could. I was slightly worried. The pharaoh worried me sometimes. He was actually merciful, and had a kind heart. But I had seen him at times, ordered people to be killed, over little things. I was always worried that he might have me beheaded if I didn't do something right. I always tried to make everything perfect. I hoped that he was in a good mood tonight.

I entered the room. There he was, at the top of the steps, lying down on his 'chair'. And as usual, had 2 gurads around him. one guard she knew by name. The closest person to the pharaoh. Qaseem. They weren't best friends, but pharaoh always summoned hom for anything, and even talked and laughed with him at times. And that was exactly what he was doing now. laughing at something I didn't know about.

I took a deep breathe and started to walk up the steps. There were a good amount. I reached the top and bowed, with the try of food over my head. "Pharoah…your evening meal." I said. I said that everyday. It was my usual line. He nodded a thanks. Then Qaseem gave me an evil look. He knew I was a dancer, and was thinking why I was just standing there and not returning to my quarters.

I looked at the pharaoh, or more like glanced at him. I'd probably be sent to the dungeons to rot if anyone thought I was looking at the pharaoh. But what could a young woman like her do? He was so handsome. Everything about him was…attractive. Me, like many other females, all dreamed of the pharaoh. his deep voice and perfect body. he started to eat. I was always shocked to see this coming from royalty. They usually had someone feed them, but he was well capable if doing it himself.

Qaseem gave me another dirty look, and I ran back down the steps to my quarters. Not much. It was extremely small. there was only room for a table, and a place to sleep. And that was it. I slept on the floor. Used my cloak as a blanket andf my veil as a pillow. It was uncomfortable at first, but I soon got used to it. I looked out the little hole I had carved. It was almost night. Then the guards would come banging on the doors and yelling for all dancers to enter the throne room and do what we did every night.

I thought maybe I could get a little rest. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, which wasn't hard because I was very tired. But as soon as I had entered my dreams, loud clanging had brought me back to reality. I groaned. Here I go again. I didn't have to change or anything. I only had 2 pieces of clothing. It actually wasn;t much. Egyptian heat, and lack of money…these two factors was why I wore what I wore.

I wore a small top that covered only what needed to be covered. My back showed. There were 3 strings in the back which held it in place. Those 3 strings were the only things that held my top in place. Unfortunately for me, there were some perverted guards roaming the pyramids. They loved to pull my strings off. But never were they satisfied, because I would always escape from them, but nevertheless, they never stopped trying.

I also wore a small skirt. Again, covereing what only needed to be covered. And it was held with 1 string only. You had to be very careful, not just because of stupid men, but because it could accidently get caught on something. But to prevent that from ever happening, I wore a brown full-length cloak. I had another one. Which I had inherited from my mother. Black as night, with jewels on the wrists. I was saving it for…'special' occasions. Sadly, none had ever happened.

I quickly took my cloak and wrapped it around myself, and opened my door a crack to make sure no males were out there to do their daily ritual of torturing me. Yes! They weren't there. I ran all the way to the throne room, where other dancers were getting in their positions.i took my cloak off and put it near a corner where I was sure no one wold take it, and I went to my place in the huge crowd of dancer girls.

Music started and we started. I did my usual. I always wondered why we always had to dasnce the same way, so I always put in a little of my own moves in there somewhere. No one really noticed it though, I don't even know why I did it. I guess because it made me feel better. We all danced and danced and danced…for a long time. This was unusual, we had never gone on this long. what was the matter?

I looked at the pharaoh through the corner of my eye. Was he…looking at me? I turned my head around, but made it look as if it was a part of the dance. No, he wasn't looking at me. Qaseem happened to be behind me. He was looking at him. my imagination and dreams deceived me. My legs and arms were aching. How much longer was this going to keep up? I started to dance a little slower, so that my legs wouldn't crack.

Only a few minutes later, musicians had stopped playing. I knew the pharaoh had called them off. I was glad. We finished up our dance and most of us collapsed, including me. But I got my energy back in a few seconds and headed towards the huge well that was in the room. Most of the dancers were gone, only me and 2 or 3 remained. I cupped my hands and was about to drink when Qaseem pulled me and the water spilled on the floor. "Pharoah wants to see you clumsy female."

I had half a mind to slap him, but I was too tired and my life was on the line. I walked away and stopped at the foot of the steps. They seemed to go on forever. I trudged up the steps. One…Two…I lost count after that. Why did there seem to be more stairs now? after god knows how long, I reached the top and bowed in front of the Pharoah.

"Qaseem!" He shouted in his deep voice. "Yes Your highness?" "Leave us." Qaseem looked puzzled, but he did as obeyed. He left with the other guard leaving me and Pharoah alone in the huge throne room. What did he want?

Secret: Cliffhanger.

Me: Everyone seems to do that.

Secret: I don't know of any writer who doesn't leave cliffhangers at least once.

Me: Neither do I. So what did Yami want?

Secret: You'll see…If the rest of you want to know, then you'll have to Review. Please?

Secret and Me: ~Ja ne~