Thanks so much for your review, tigerofthewind! I changed my complete plot line...actually, Acacia was ORIGINALLY going to be sold into slavery. Now, I've got a little thing between her and Bakura...heh. Well enjoy the part added on-and Chap. 2 should be coming along soon...
-Serenia
Disclaimer: I've never owned Yu-Gi-Oh, never have, and never will. :P
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The dry wind whipped through the girl's nut-brown hair as she stared out over the balcony. " Milady?" She turned, and her face broke into a faint smile. " Myna." The girl walked over to her, and asked, " What is it?" The governess had a nervous expression as she faced the fifteen-year old. " Acacia..." Myna stroked a piece of loose hair that had escaped from her braid, and a warm smile creased her face. " It's hard to believe you were a mere two year old child when I came to care for you. My little one, off to marry the great Pharaoh of Egypt..." Acacia snapped her head to face her. " The Pharaoh? Marriage?" Myna looked up at her. " Yes, the Pharaoh. You are betrothed to him." The girl stared. " Who dares this deed without my consent?" she inquired sharply, her large blue-green eyes narrowed. " All the arrangements have been made by your father. Do not worry, Acacia, you will be well-respected in his presence and..." Acacia's eyes flamed as she ignored Myna's soothing voice. The Pharaoh of Egypt...so her father had fought with countless other girls to let her gain the position. And him to gain the money.
" How could you?" Acacia glared back into the dark eyes of her father. " Never talk to me in that tone of voice," her father answered coldly. " You are a simple girl, and you will do what honors your family. Marrying the Pharaoh is a great glory." Acacia set he jaw hard to keep her from screaming at the man. What do you know about honor? You've cheated every righteous way in your greed! " I've seen him merely three times, Ra forbid he be my mate for all life!" " You will do as you're told!" snapped the man, irritated. " For once act like a woman you're age, you are not a little girl anymore!" She was thrown out the door. Yes, she thought, I am not a little girl anymore. And you will live to regret those words when I act my age. Alone.
" Kat," she whispered soothingly, " It's me. You know me, don't you? It's Acacia." She tossed her long braid behind her, donned in a linen robe and white silk clothes. A simple gold band wrapped around her head. It's better than the rest of my wardrobe; all those clothes and not a single one fit for a peasant's drab, she thought gloomily. As for the golden band, it could give her away as a high-class servant. She swung on to the saddle, and clutched at the snow white horse's reins. " Let's go."
Ra had not risen yet. Acacia looked into the dark horizon, lined with glittering bits of white light, as she stroked Kat's head. With a disgruntled sigh, she reached her hand into the depleting resources in the saddlebag, drawing out a handful of oats for Kat. It was near three days. Her white clothing had begun to gather the dust and sand, leaving smudges of tan and brown. She twisted a piece of hair around her finger, pitying herself. Mother and Myna must be worried sick...Father must be too, if he can't find me by the wedding...but...Mother, poor mother. I hadn't seen her yet when I left... Before she knew it, tears were slipping down her cheeks, making her melancholy face entirely more unrecognizable. As the last of the tears faded away, she dropped to the ground in an exhausted heap, asleep.
A dust cloud. A rapidly growing dust cloud. Acacia stared dully ahead, not caring anymore. Perhaps they were bandits. Perhaps they would kill her. Perhaps she could leave this corrupt world. It was soon when a dozen horses surrounded the fatigued girl. As she glanced around at them she noticed something-the sign of the Pharaoh! With renewed energy, Acacia drew her sword out of its scabbard. " What do you want?" she hissed, glaring at all of them. Kat's ears perked up. " What are you doing here in the middle of the desert?" a voice inquired coldly. A familiar voice. There was a soft thudding on the ground as a black stallion rode forth. His rider had blonde hair with streaks of black and crimson, ruby-red eyes, pale skin...the Pharaoh.
" Well, girl?" Girl. She smirked. She was right; the brainless idiot ( Ahhhh! Don't kill me! It's just Acacia's bad indication! Ahhh!) had no idea what his supposed fiancee even looked like. " None of your concern, lest you want to make it by telling me why you're here O Great One," Acacia said mockingly. He frowned. " You look familiar." An unsuspected stroke of genius, thought the girl sarcastically. The Pharaoh sat up. " Have you seen the Princess Acacia Keerhan?" Acacia nearly toppled off the horse at the mention of her own name. I shall die sooner or later, she thought hesitantly, might as well have some fun before. She leapt off the horse to the ground. " Acacia? Acacia of the South?" she asked sweetly. He nodded, eyes flashing at her behavior. " Actually, I met her yesterday," she alleged, " We were sitting under the sky, when she told me why she was there. About a Pharaoh she was engaged too. And then, I asked her why she ran away, because as everyone knows, the Pharaoh is PERFECT. And then she said, I WOULD RATHER GO TO ANUBIS THAN MARRY YOU!"
Acacia ran like the wind as her feet pounced over the sand dunes. She cursed herself for her stupidity. She said 'You!' for Amun's sake. Not ' Pharaoh!'. And now she was running her life out to who knows where. There was a little pit in the ground...perfect! A cave! She ducked down into the eaves, scrunching back into the rock wall as the thundering steps of the horses galloped past her. After ten minutes refuge in the cave, she cautiously crawled out. There was nothing living in her sight. Kat was gone. The Pharaoh was gone. She was-" Who are you?"
******Flashback******
" Mommy, where are we going?" The little girl's eyes looked up into the gentle tanned face of her mother. " Don't worry, little one, we're going to go see your cousin." " Cuisine?" Her mother smiled. " No Acacia, your cousin. His name is Bakura." " Baka?" the girl inquired, confused. " You'll see, little one." Both of them soon arrived, and the mother pushed the small girl towards a tall boy. Acacia wrinkled her nose. The boy had pale, white hair, a pale white face, and glinting chocolate brown eyes. " Are you Baka?" she asked, eyebrows furrowed. The boy's dark orbs flared up. " Baka?" he scowled. Was the ignorant child calling him an idiot? " Mommy said your name was Baka," she answered innocently. " Bakura," he responded harshly. A gleam suddenly lit up his face. Perhaps the girl would be a fine source of entertainment...
" Be quiet you-" Bakura stopped. If he got angry at the sprite now, she would be gone in a blink of an eye. Grimacing, he slipped his pale hand into the trembling one of the girl's, and said in a fake, kind voice, " It'll be all right. Come on now." They walked along the corridors, Acacia whimpering, " Where are we going?" all the time. It was soon when they arrived where Bakura wanted. " Now, you go sit there," he said, pointing to a pile of cushions. In his mind, he was chuckling as he left the room. About an hour later, Bakura still hadn't returned. How soft the pillows are, thought Acacia drowsily, Baka will wake me up when he comes back...
The moment he was waiting for. Bakura quickly summoned up a Man-Eater Bug, planning to banish it right after it scared out the wits of his little cousin. It crawled toward the cushions and the heavenly sleeping figure there, and it gave out a sound that would probably make your skin crawl (My onomatopoeia stinks, so I won't include it). Acacia opened her eyes slowly, peering straight into the round eyes and huge pincers of the Duel Monster. " AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
******End Flashback******
We'll see who she met in the cave next chapter...until next time, adieu and Happy New Year!
-Serenia
Disclaimer: I've never owned Yu-Gi-Oh, never have, and never will. :P
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The dry wind whipped through the girl's nut-brown hair as she stared out over the balcony. " Milady?" She turned, and her face broke into a faint smile. " Myna." The girl walked over to her, and asked, " What is it?" The governess had a nervous expression as she faced the fifteen-year old. " Acacia..." Myna stroked a piece of loose hair that had escaped from her braid, and a warm smile creased her face. " It's hard to believe you were a mere two year old child when I came to care for you. My little one, off to marry the great Pharaoh of Egypt..." Acacia snapped her head to face her. " The Pharaoh? Marriage?" Myna looked up at her. " Yes, the Pharaoh. You are betrothed to him." The girl stared. " Who dares this deed without my consent?" she inquired sharply, her large blue-green eyes narrowed. " All the arrangements have been made by your father. Do not worry, Acacia, you will be well-respected in his presence and..." Acacia's eyes flamed as she ignored Myna's soothing voice. The Pharaoh of Egypt...so her father had fought with countless other girls to let her gain the position. And him to gain the money.
" How could you?" Acacia glared back into the dark eyes of her father. " Never talk to me in that tone of voice," her father answered coldly. " You are a simple girl, and you will do what honors your family. Marrying the Pharaoh is a great glory." Acacia set he jaw hard to keep her from screaming at the man. What do you know about honor? You've cheated every righteous way in your greed! " I've seen him merely three times, Ra forbid he be my mate for all life!" " You will do as you're told!" snapped the man, irritated. " For once act like a woman you're age, you are not a little girl anymore!" She was thrown out the door. Yes, she thought, I am not a little girl anymore. And you will live to regret those words when I act my age. Alone.
" Kat," she whispered soothingly, " It's me. You know me, don't you? It's Acacia." She tossed her long braid behind her, donned in a linen robe and white silk clothes. A simple gold band wrapped around her head. It's better than the rest of my wardrobe; all those clothes and not a single one fit for a peasant's drab, she thought gloomily. As for the golden band, it could give her away as a high-class servant. She swung on to the saddle, and clutched at the snow white horse's reins. " Let's go."
Ra had not risen yet. Acacia looked into the dark horizon, lined with glittering bits of white light, as she stroked Kat's head. With a disgruntled sigh, she reached her hand into the depleting resources in the saddlebag, drawing out a handful of oats for Kat. It was near three days. Her white clothing had begun to gather the dust and sand, leaving smudges of tan and brown. She twisted a piece of hair around her finger, pitying herself. Mother and Myna must be worried sick...Father must be too, if he can't find me by the wedding...but...Mother, poor mother. I hadn't seen her yet when I left... Before she knew it, tears were slipping down her cheeks, making her melancholy face entirely more unrecognizable. As the last of the tears faded away, she dropped to the ground in an exhausted heap, asleep.
A dust cloud. A rapidly growing dust cloud. Acacia stared dully ahead, not caring anymore. Perhaps they were bandits. Perhaps they would kill her. Perhaps she could leave this corrupt world. It was soon when a dozen horses surrounded the fatigued girl. As she glanced around at them she noticed something-the sign of the Pharaoh! With renewed energy, Acacia drew her sword out of its scabbard. " What do you want?" she hissed, glaring at all of them. Kat's ears perked up. " What are you doing here in the middle of the desert?" a voice inquired coldly. A familiar voice. There was a soft thudding on the ground as a black stallion rode forth. His rider had blonde hair with streaks of black and crimson, ruby-red eyes, pale skin...the Pharaoh.
" Well, girl?" Girl. She smirked. She was right; the brainless idiot ( Ahhhh! Don't kill me! It's just Acacia's bad indication! Ahhh!) had no idea what his supposed fiancee even looked like. " None of your concern, lest you want to make it by telling me why you're here O Great One," Acacia said mockingly. He frowned. " You look familiar." An unsuspected stroke of genius, thought the girl sarcastically. The Pharaoh sat up. " Have you seen the Princess Acacia Keerhan?" Acacia nearly toppled off the horse at the mention of her own name. I shall die sooner or later, she thought hesitantly, might as well have some fun before. She leapt off the horse to the ground. " Acacia? Acacia of the South?" she asked sweetly. He nodded, eyes flashing at her behavior. " Actually, I met her yesterday," she alleged, " We were sitting under the sky, when she told me why she was there. About a Pharaoh she was engaged too. And then, I asked her why she ran away, because as everyone knows, the Pharaoh is PERFECT. And then she said, I WOULD RATHER GO TO ANUBIS THAN MARRY YOU!"
Acacia ran like the wind as her feet pounced over the sand dunes. She cursed herself for her stupidity. She said 'You!' for Amun's sake. Not ' Pharaoh!'. And now she was running her life out to who knows where. There was a little pit in the ground...perfect! A cave! She ducked down into the eaves, scrunching back into the rock wall as the thundering steps of the horses galloped past her. After ten minutes refuge in the cave, she cautiously crawled out. There was nothing living in her sight. Kat was gone. The Pharaoh was gone. She was-" Who are you?"
******Flashback******
" Mommy, where are we going?" The little girl's eyes looked up into the gentle tanned face of her mother. " Don't worry, little one, we're going to go see your cousin." " Cuisine?" Her mother smiled. " No Acacia, your cousin. His name is Bakura." " Baka?" the girl inquired, confused. " You'll see, little one." Both of them soon arrived, and the mother pushed the small girl towards a tall boy. Acacia wrinkled her nose. The boy had pale, white hair, a pale white face, and glinting chocolate brown eyes. " Are you Baka?" she asked, eyebrows furrowed. The boy's dark orbs flared up. " Baka?" he scowled. Was the ignorant child calling him an idiot? " Mommy said your name was Baka," she answered innocently. " Bakura," he responded harshly. A gleam suddenly lit up his face. Perhaps the girl would be a fine source of entertainment...
" Be quiet you-" Bakura stopped. If he got angry at the sprite now, she would be gone in a blink of an eye. Grimacing, he slipped his pale hand into the trembling one of the girl's, and said in a fake, kind voice, " It'll be all right. Come on now." They walked along the corridors, Acacia whimpering, " Where are we going?" all the time. It was soon when they arrived where Bakura wanted. " Now, you go sit there," he said, pointing to a pile of cushions. In his mind, he was chuckling as he left the room. About an hour later, Bakura still hadn't returned. How soft the pillows are, thought Acacia drowsily, Baka will wake me up when he comes back...
The moment he was waiting for. Bakura quickly summoned up a Man-Eater Bug, planning to banish it right after it scared out the wits of his little cousin. It crawled toward the cushions and the heavenly sleeping figure there, and it gave out a sound that would probably make your skin crawl (My onomatopoeia stinks, so I won't include it). Acacia opened her eyes slowly, peering straight into the round eyes and huge pincers of the Duel Monster. " AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
******End Flashback******
We'll see who she met in the cave next chapter...until next time, adieu and Happy New Year!