Secret: I'm so happy!

Me: yay.

Secret: ignore her.

Me: You know…you're saying all MY lines. That is so not fair.

Secret: ^_^ and much thanks to Pharaoh on this.

Yami: ^_^

Me: Why?

Secret: he gave me his 'thoughts'.

~*~ Yami's POV ~*~

I watched her dance. She was unique. Unlike the other dancers, she had her own style. I liked that. I knew I had seen her somewhere before, but I couldn't point out where or when. I got so lost in my thoughts I barely noticed them breaking their legs. Poor women. I called the musicians off, who also looked tired. And Thus, my entertainment was done. Many of them collapsed, but I waited patiently for them to leave. After a few minutes, only a few remained.

She was one of them. I eyed her as she slowly made her way to the well. The poor thing, she was probably thirsty. Then an idea hit me. I called for Qaseem, my favorite guard. The closest thing I had to a 'friend'. He made his way over. "Yes Pharaoh?" "That girl. By the well…who is she?" "Why, just a lowly dancer my king." I flinched at his remark. Qaseem had a tendency to be a little arrogant. "Yes, well…bring her to me at once!" "My liege, I shall do that now." and he went off to get her.

~*~Secret's POV~*~

What did he want? I stood up in front of him. He had ordered us to be alone. And I mentally smacked myself. I had to bow! He was the Pharaoh. I immediately put my hands and head to the floor and knelt down. I couldn't tell if he was angry I took so long, or happy that I finally did bow. "Get up. Do not bow." Huh? I was confused, but whatever he said I would do. I 'un-knelt'.

I looked up, and my eyes met his. I was so ashamed I put my head back down and stared at my feet, and started to blush. I didn't want to look at him. If anybody had found out I was looking at the pharaoh in that manner, my head would have been served on a platter. There was an eerie silence and I was scared. Please don't kill me please don't kill me. I still kept looking down.

"Why do you not show your beautiful face dancer?" the question caught me by surprise. Was he talking to me? He had to have been, as there was no one else around, and he couldn't be talking to himself. "Please," He said. "Let me take a look." I obeyed him, and lifted up my head, but I managed to avoid his eyes. "With such a lovely face as yours why would you want to hide it?"

What was he doing? Probably being nice. "Pharaoh…" How did that come out of my mouth? I'm glad he interrupted, because I had no idea what I was going to say. "You can speak." He said half-sarcastically half-pleased. I nodded and looked down again. "What is your name dancer?" What was I suppose to say? Maybe I could make something up. No, I wasn't going to lie to my king. "I'm sorry to disappoint you Pharaoh, but I do not have a name." "No name?" He asked. I sighed. "Yes sire, you are right." "I see." he said simply.

~*~Yami's POV~*~

She looked at me, and her cheeks went red. At once, she hung her head. Did she not want to look at me? I asked her to show me her face. Her eyes were avoiding mine, and now her cheeks were pink. She had on a shy smile. What was to be shy about? She was…gorgeous. Short, Black hair… perfectly white skin. Which was rare for an Egyptian, because of the intense heat. But I had seen her in cloaks. That probably preserved her skin's color as mine. I rarely went outside. I complimented her beauty.

Then she spoke. "Pharaoh…" Yes, she was talking, and I was sorry I interrupted. I wanted to know what she was going to say. I asked her name. I was shocked to find she didn't have one. Well, neither did I, but I at least had a title that wasn't 'lowly dancer girl'. Then at that moment I remembered where I had seen her. She was also the servant girl. The one who brought me my meals. Dancer and servant? Qaseem would love to torture her.

~*~Secret's POV~*~

I was getting redder by the second. I felt so humiliated. I didn't have a name. I just wanted to get out of there, but to do that I'd have to say something. I decided to talk to him. "Pardon my Pharaoh," I started. He held his head a little higher than it was, signaling he was listening. "You have called me here, for a reason no?" "Indeed I have." He smiled. "Then what, almighty Pharaoh, is it you have summoned me for?" I repeated what I said in my head, and just so I didn't sound rude I added, "Because whatever you desire from me, I am happy to serve you." Ok, that sounded a little better.

He still smiled. "All right. I wanted to ask you…something." I nodded. "I like your dances, dancer. They are…elegant." Sounded more like a comment to me. "I…I…Thank you my king." "I never say what is not true. And I have something to ask of you if you don't mind…" I shook my head. "Not much of a talker?" I shook my head and grinned. "A smile? Like the glowing sun. Be My dancer."

I was confused. Be my dancer? Wasn't I already his dancer? Before I knew it the words escaped my mouth. "Am I not?" "You misunderstand me dancer. I want you to, alone, dance for me…" I could've fainted and rolled down the stairs. "Why?" I clasped my mouth and it made him laugh a little. "I enjoy them. You are different than the rest. It's that difference that I like." I blushed again. So many compliments. I had never felt so…special.

"Then you shall?" He asked eagerly wanting to know my answer. He didn't have to ask, he always got what he wanted. "Of course, Pharaoh. Whatever you say." "Wonderful!" he cleared his throat. "Tonight, you shall dress in your cloak and veil, and wander throughout my pyramid. Understand?" Now this was a command. "Yes. I will do just that." "I shall see you tonight." I nodded.

"That is all. You may take rest before you start my task." I took the hint and was going to bow when he stopped me. "I told you dancer, do not." I eyed him, but walked down the steps. "Oh and dancer?" I guess dancer was my name now. "Yes?" "Keep this to yourself…and tell Qaseem I am calling him." I nodded again. I opened the doors and out there stood Qaseem. "Get out of my sight, wretched women!" He scoffed. I glared at him. What was his problem? "The pharaoh wants you." He brushed past me knocking me to the ground. "Watch it female." He huffed and closed the doors behind me.

"Stupid Kalb." I said under my breath. I reached my chambers and looked out the window. The moon wasn't very high yet. When did he want me to go around? He hadn't said, and I hadn't the brains to ask. I decided, when the middle of night was reached I would leave. I wanted to go to sleep now. I took me veil and cloak and laid them down. I lied down on top of them and closed my eyes.

I stayed like that for a long time. Why couldn't I sleep? I knew I was sleepy. I had yawned 50 times in the past few seconds. But my eyes just wouldn't close and let me go. I kept thinking about Pharaoh. What he said was still fresh in my mind. I figured if I wasn't sleeping I might as well go out and do my 'task'.

I was going to put on my brown cloak when my eyes fell upon the dark one. I smirked. This was the special occasion I was waiting for. And he said to keep it to myself. I had worn the brown one so many times, everyone knew who it was behind the brown veil. But no one knew I had this one. I took it out, and draped it over me, then my veil covering my whole face.

I looked out my door. No one was there. I quickly went out and headed towards…anywhere! I just walked around here and there. I knew all the secret passages and walkways. I loved to explore. I would sneak out at times and go around the pyramids and burial tombs. I never stole anything. I wasn't some robber. I just liked to see things and touch them occasionally. I walked around some more and saw some guards. Those guards…the same ones who wanted to pull off my strings. They disgusted me.

I walked past them quickly, and they didn't notice me. Then someone grabbed me roughly by the shoulders. "You!" I knew who it was. Qaseem. "The pharaoh said to be on the lookout for a mysterious women in a cloak. Would that be you?" I didn't respond. Lookout? Was I a criminal? No! I didn't do anything. So the pharaoh didn't want me for a dance, he wanted to…punish me for whatever I had done.

Oh…wait. He probably knew I sneaked around and thought I had stolen something. Oh no. This wasn't good. I was doomed. What was I to do? If I were to run it would make it worse. "Come." He sneered. "The all mighty Pharaoh wants to see you." I knew he was thinking along the same lines, and he was happy I was going to be beheaded. If anything, I didn't want to give him pleasure. I'd rather have those guards pull off my strings and stare.

He didn't ask me to follow him. He just grabbed my arm and pulled me. Funny…I didn't know this passage. After a while, he slammed me into a door. "Yes?" A voice came from inside. "I have brought her your highness." "Bring her in." Ouch…that didn't sound all too good. Qaseem opened the door and threw me inside. "Witch." I glared at him again. It was my only weapon. If I was to talk back, it was the dungeons for me.

"Hello Dancer." He said. I looked at him. He was in some sort of canopy bed. A rather large bed. Enough for 5 people. It was…pretty. And then my eyes fell to the room. It was…Huge!! And gold lined the walls. Almost everything was gold. I had never seen so many riches in my entire life. Nor this big of a room. It was bigger than the throne room. I gasped. "Yes dancer?" I blushed. "Sorry Pharaoh." "You may stop sitting, and unveil yourself." "Right." I replied. I took off my veil first revealing my face. Then I unwrapped the cloak from around me.

"Lovely as always." He remarked. "Should I start Majesty?" "As you wish." He laid back down and I noticed something. He wasn't wearing a shirt. I looked away and immediately began to dance. I tried to keep my eyes off him. That was hard. He was covered from the navel down, and his sandals were at the foot of his bed. "Exquisite…" He half smiled.

~*~ Yami's POV ~*~

She started her dance and once again, I was lost in her. Her moves, her elegance…her. The prettiest thing in all of Egypt. She was prancing all around the room and my eyes were following her. I only hoped she wouldn't stop. I wanted her to continue.

What is happening to me? I wondered, trying my best to think of something else besides this woman. I know what. You're in love Pharaoh. You're in love with dancer who hasn't a name. You're in love with a servant. You're smitten. Just look at yourself! You can't stop thinking and dreaming about her. You're in love. I was in love…with her.

~*~ Secret's POV~*~

I can't keep this up much longer. I thought to myself. I hadn't eaten anything, I hadn't gotten a lick of sleep, and I was already tired from the dance earlier. I couldn't do this. The last thing I saw was the Pharaoh and his locked gaze on me.

~*~ Yami's POV~*~

She fell to the floor. I did it again. I couldn't control my thoughts and I had…I killed her! I jumped off my bed and rushed to her side, I put her head in my arms. "Dancer? Dancer! Answer me! I order you to answer me." No response, not even a twitch. I panicked. What was I to do? She needed…something cool. Water…from the well!! Yes, it was always cold. I opened the door. "Qaseem! Fetch me a bowl of water. Quickly!" Qaseem dashed off as fast as he could.

I waited there. He came back within seconds panting and carrying water. I was amazed. He hadn't spilled a drop. I slammed the door shut and I think I hurt his nose. I didn't care at that particular moment. Too concentrated on my dancer. I carried her to the bed. Good thing she wasn't heavy. I laid her down and sat next to her. I set the bowl on my table and dropped a good amount on my floor.

I ripped off a piece of my shirt, which was made out of lamb's wool. I dipped it in the water and set it on her face. I hoped it would work.

Me: You fainted?

Secret: Yup ^_^

Me: what's so smiley about that?

Secret: I…don't know…^_^

Me: -_-

Secret: Don't you think my pharaoh is just the sweetest thing in the whole world?

Me: Nope. Seto-san is.

Secret: Pharaoh

Me: Seto-san!

Secret: Pharaoh!

Me: Seto-san!

Secret: Pharaoh!!!

Me: Yes Secret, you are right and I am wrong. Seto-san is a nothing.

Secret: MWAHAHA!

Me: * gasps * No! I didn't mean it!

Secret: Authoress controls…I like it. Oh how the tables have turned.

Me: * gulps *

Secret: PS please review. Flames will be used to burn Qaseem…not to mention Téa ^_^

Me: Téa?

Secret: I said not to mention her!