Ok, I've split this into sentences so you all can read easier...thanks R Amythest ^^. Sorry for the long wait...I have Chinese midterms today and I've been going through three tests a week and etc. :P Anyway, Acacia is getting more Mary-Sueish, very very sorry if you didn't want her like that...chee -_-. Oh yeah, people who missed the last chappie...Aset means Isis (for the goddess, anyway. ^^)
-Serenia
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Only Acacia.
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" A new slave?" Aset questioned.
" Approximately."
His sister quirked a curious eyebrow.
" Why?"
A smile crossed the blonde's face.
" Pharaoh told me of the girl, a spirit like that of a horse refused to be broken. Apparently the servant of the missing Princess, a wild captive found in the desert after a week of malnourishment with the supposed tomb robber" he gave a hollow laugh " The Pharaoh's inviting the mother of the late Princess over. I can't say if he's pleased or grieved, because I've heard many a time he didn't approve the idea of marriage."
Aset nodded in agreement. " I was with the advisors the other day, and they convinced the Pharaoh to marry. He needs children to uphold the throne."
Malik scoffed. " Aye, that'll be a sight to behold. The great Pharaoh with the Queen of the Nile and a bunch of young ones over the area. Certainly entertaining."
The older girl tinkled out a short laugh. " Nephthys help you."
" It was an illusion?" asked Acacia brokenly, as she stepped into the bath.
The Mystical Elf nodded, smoothing out a set of white (yet again) clothes.
" But...I could...feel it. Really."
The Mystical Elf smiled elegantly. " Your master is skilled in magic."
" He's awful," she nearly wailed back.
" You mustn't underestimate the lord," she said promptly, " He's quite learned in many matters."
Acacia scowled.
" I shall leave you now." The Duel Monsters creature bowed herself out of the room.
" Aren't you afraid I might kill you?" asked Acacia boldly, staring queerly at Malik as she fondled the sword in her hand.
Her hair was gathered up into a tight bun of nut brown, her tanned face creased in confusion, her emphasized blue-green eyes angled.
He smirked. " If you really are the servant girl you say you are, I doubt it."
Acacia gritted her teeth. " A servant may learn much from watching."
Malik snorted. " Your strength in thrashing about against a pair of ignorant guards doesn't make you master with weapon."
With that, he lunged forward, the silver blade of the sword aimed at her stomach.
Acacia jumped away about one second before the edge cut through the air where she had been previously standing.
" Ah. Reflexes."
He plunged again, but Acacia drew her own sword and there was a deafening clang as they made contact.
Acacia forgot all her surroundings as she ricocheted forward to aim a blow, or dodged to the right to escape one. For about a minute, they continued to spar, neither one backing down.
" Well, well...a slave girl matching prowess to the Head of the Pharaoh's Military Force. You're losing your touch, Malik," drawled a cold voice silkily from the doorway.
Malik was caught off guard, and Acacia sprung forward, him only stopping the blow just in time.
With that, she jumped on the startled man and they fell to the ground in a pile, Acacia managing to sit on top of him while she pointed to his throat with the sword.
" Who is he?"
He glared, and a chuckle came over from the archway.
Without warning, his free hand grabbed Acacia's shoulder and with a little squeak the girl tumbled over, and Malik was the one on top of ~her~.
Narrowing her eyes, she turned her head to see a pair of feet. The pressure of Malik's weight disappeared, but the smooth glint of his sword was still an inch away from her neck, as hers eyes slowly moved up a pair of slim cloth-clad legs, a bare chest, and an elaborate headdress atop a tall sharp featured man's head.
The High Priest.
Her pasted on scowl deepened, and part of her mouth touched the shining point of the sword. Luckily, it was blunt.
" Pity, Malik, I thought your fighting tactics were always up to skill," said the High Priest mockingly, as he shuffled through a pile of papers made of papyrus.
" What do you need, Seth?" asked Malik menacingly.
" The girl," he waved carelessly toward Acacia, his deep blue eyes glancing over for a split second.
" The Pharaoh's interrogation. And of course, that boy they captured along with her."
Acacia's grimace disappeared. Ryou! They were going to bring her to Ryou!
" All right," mumbled Malik. " Get up, wild one."
Though it was a slight insult, Acacia couldn't care less, because for some inexplicable reason she felt giddy at the mention of seeing Ryou again.
With a haughty look toward Malik, who shook his head with amusement, she partly skipped after the silent High Priest.
" Ryou," she whispered, spotting the battered white-haired boy on the opposite side of the room.
As he looked up, his chocolate brown eyes glimmered in surprise.
" Kayleen?" he mouthed.
Acacia nodded, before she was thrown into a kneeling position in front of Yami.
Acacia scowled, but kept her eyes on the floor. Ryou soon joined her.
" You know each other?" Yami's deep voice rang out through the room.
Acacia mumbled something about a " desert" and "cave" and "running away". The guard, who (thankfully) was more patient then the other one, nudged her and urged her to speak louder.
" As you very well know," she began dully, " you chased me in the desert. I hid in a cave, met him, and then started to walk. He followed, one of your insubordinate guards clobbed us on the head and that's pretty much it."
The Pharaoh didn't seem to notice the insult. " And he is not the thief Bakura?"
Acacia shook her head vigorously. As she studied the Pharaohs face, she realized Yami looked-bored, literally bored.
" Send the boy to the kitchens," he waved his hand.
As soon as she was released, she ducked toward the other room to see the white-haired boy.
" Ryou!"
The boy turned, and he smiled faintly.
" Where were you the last few days?" she asked, brushing away a piece of nut-brown hair self-consciously.
" They thought I was a robber...so they put me in the dungeons."
Acacia nodded, not telling that the 'tomb robber' had been her cousin.
" What are you doing?" he asked.
Acacia's face twisted. " I'm not sure...personal servant to the Pharaoh's head of the military forces, but all I've done so far is take a bath and spar with him."
Ryou grinned, but they were soon interrupted.
A guard grabbed Acacia's elbow (" What in Ra's name are you doing?"), and dragged her out to the courtyard to meet Malik.
" Look, girl, the Queen from the South just arrived," dictated Malik, pacing back and forth across the ground.
Acacia's heart stopped. " What?" she choked out.
" The ~Queen~," he answered tediously, " The Princess' ~mother~. You're to go meet her," he commanded, waving to a guard to bring her to the room.
The girl felt her insides sinking, and she dug her heels into the sand in an attempt to stop the guard.
The burly man whirled on her, spitting, " Move, sl-" He didn't finish his sentence.
The punch from the cloaked figure prevented that.
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Mua ha ha! Another cliffhanger!
*people groan and throw rotten vegetables at Serenia*
*dodges tomato* Chee. Well, the next chapter should be out when I feel like it-
Reader: *sarcastically* When's that gonna be? September? -_-
Good idea...*more rotten vegetables* I didn't mean it! It'll be out in a week or so, I promise! Meanwhile, any guesses on the cloaked figure?
-Serenia
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Only Acacia.
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" A new slave?" Aset questioned.
" Approximately."
His sister quirked a curious eyebrow.
" Why?"
A smile crossed the blonde's face.
" Pharaoh told me of the girl, a spirit like that of a horse refused to be broken. Apparently the servant of the missing Princess, a wild captive found in the desert after a week of malnourishment with the supposed tomb robber" he gave a hollow laugh " The Pharaoh's inviting the mother of the late Princess over. I can't say if he's pleased or grieved, because I've heard many a time he didn't approve the idea of marriage."
Aset nodded in agreement. " I was with the advisors the other day, and they convinced the Pharaoh to marry. He needs children to uphold the throne."
Malik scoffed. " Aye, that'll be a sight to behold. The great Pharaoh with the Queen of the Nile and a bunch of young ones over the area. Certainly entertaining."
The older girl tinkled out a short laugh. " Nephthys help you."
" It was an illusion?" asked Acacia brokenly, as she stepped into the bath.
The Mystical Elf nodded, smoothing out a set of white (yet again) clothes.
" But...I could...feel it. Really."
The Mystical Elf smiled elegantly. " Your master is skilled in magic."
" He's awful," she nearly wailed back.
" You mustn't underestimate the lord," she said promptly, " He's quite learned in many matters."
Acacia scowled.
" I shall leave you now." The Duel Monsters creature bowed herself out of the room.
" Aren't you afraid I might kill you?" asked Acacia boldly, staring queerly at Malik as she fondled the sword in her hand.
Her hair was gathered up into a tight bun of nut brown, her tanned face creased in confusion, her emphasized blue-green eyes angled.
He smirked. " If you really are the servant girl you say you are, I doubt it."
Acacia gritted her teeth. " A servant may learn much from watching."
Malik snorted. " Your strength in thrashing about against a pair of ignorant guards doesn't make you master with weapon."
With that, he lunged forward, the silver blade of the sword aimed at her stomach.
Acacia jumped away about one second before the edge cut through the air where she had been previously standing.
" Ah. Reflexes."
He plunged again, but Acacia drew her own sword and there was a deafening clang as they made contact.
Acacia forgot all her surroundings as she ricocheted forward to aim a blow, or dodged to the right to escape one. For about a minute, they continued to spar, neither one backing down.
" Well, well...a slave girl matching prowess to the Head of the Pharaoh's Military Force. You're losing your touch, Malik," drawled a cold voice silkily from the doorway.
Malik was caught off guard, and Acacia sprung forward, him only stopping the blow just in time.
With that, she jumped on the startled man and they fell to the ground in a pile, Acacia managing to sit on top of him while she pointed to his throat with the sword.
" Who is he?"
He glared, and a chuckle came over from the archway.
Without warning, his free hand grabbed Acacia's shoulder and with a little squeak the girl tumbled over, and Malik was the one on top of ~her~.
Narrowing her eyes, she turned her head to see a pair of feet. The pressure of Malik's weight disappeared, but the smooth glint of his sword was still an inch away from her neck, as hers eyes slowly moved up a pair of slim cloth-clad legs, a bare chest, and an elaborate headdress atop a tall sharp featured man's head.
The High Priest.
Her pasted on scowl deepened, and part of her mouth touched the shining point of the sword. Luckily, it was blunt.
" Pity, Malik, I thought your fighting tactics were always up to skill," said the High Priest mockingly, as he shuffled through a pile of papers made of papyrus.
" What do you need, Seth?" asked Malik menacingly.
" The girl," he waved carelessly toward Acacia, his deep blue eyes glancing over for a split second.
" The Pharaoh's interrogation. And of course, that boy they captured along with her."
Acacia's grimace disappeared. Ryou! They were going to bring her to Ryou!
" All right," mumbled Malik. " Get up, wild one."
Though it was a slight insult, Acacia couldn't care less, because for some inexplicable reason she felt giddy at the mention of seeing Ryou again.
With a haughty look toward Malik, who shook his head with amusement, she partly skipped after the silent High Priest.
" Ryou," she whispered, spotting the battered white-haired boy on the opposite side of the room.
As he looked up, his chocolate brown eyes glimmered in surprise.
" Kayleen?" he mouthed.
Acacia nodded, before she was thrown into a kneeling position in front of Yami.
Acacia scowled, but kept her eyes on the floor. Ryou soon joined her.
" You know each other?" Yami's deep voice rang out through the room.
Acacia mumbled something about a " desert" and "cave" and "running away". The guard, who (thankfully) was more patient then the other one, nudged her and urged her to speak louder.
" As you very well know," she began dully, " you chased me in the desert. I hid in a cave, met him, and then started to walk. He followed, one of your insubordinate guards clobbed us on the head and that's pretty much it."
The Pharaoh didn't seem to notice the insult. " And he is not the thief Bakura?"
Acacia shook her head vigorously. As she studied the Pharaohs face, she realized Yami looked-bored, literally bored.
" Send the boy to the kitchens," he waved his hand.
As soon as she was released, she ducked toward the other room to see the white-haired boy.
" Ryou!"
The boy turned, and he smiled faintly.
" Where were you the last few days?" she asked, brushing away a piece of nut-brown hair self-consciously.
" They thought I was a robber...so they put me in the dungeons."
Acacia nodded, not telling that the 'tomb robber' had been her cousin.
" What are you doing?" he asked.
Acacia's face twisted. " I'm not sure...personal servant to the Pharaoh's head of the military forces, but all I've done so far is take a bath and spar with him."
Ryou grinned, but they were soon interrupted.
A guard grabbed Acacia's elbow (" What in Ra's name are you doing?"), and dragged her out to the courtyard to meet Malik.
" Look, girl, the Queen from the South just arrived," dictated Malik, pacing back and forth across the ground.
Acacia's heart stopped. " What?" she choked out.
" The ~Queen~," he answered tediously, " The Princess' ~mother~. You're to go meet her," he commanded, waving to a guard to bring her to the room.
The girl felt her insides sinking, and she dug her heels into the sand in an attempt to stop the guard.
The burly man whirled on her, spitting, " Move, sl-" He didn't finish his sentence.
The punch from the cloaked figure prevented that.
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Mua ha ha! Another cliffhanger!
*people groan and throw rotten vegetables at Serenia*
*dodges tomato* Chee. Well, the next chapter should be out when I feel like it-
Reader: *sarcastically* When's that gonna be? September? -_-
Good idea...*more rotten vegetables* I didn't mean it! It'll be out in a week or so, I promise! Meanwhile, any guesses on the cloaked figure?