trio: *looking at watch* where the hell is Yami K? *notices people looking
at her strangely* um...never mind. This is chapter 8, part B! since
chapter 8 is so long, I asked my friends Arianlyn and DianaZei if I should
put it into parts, to which their immediate reply was "yes."
Anywho, this is still chapter 8, meaning that it's still Yami K's flashback, and she's still called Iras, and it's still in first person. Okay...what am I gonna do abou-(cut off because Fun Rabbit is tugging on her shirt) whadda ya want? *fun rabbit whispers in trio's ear, followed by a nod from trio* Funny Bunny is going to do the disclaimer!
Funny Bunny: *in an odd cartoon-y voice* trio the creative does not own Yu- Gi-Oh or any of its characters. She does, however, own Kevin and everything about her.
Seto: did you say Kevin, you grotesque rabbit?
Funny Bunny: nope.
trio: o_O ooookaaayyy...on with the memories!
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The duel...I remember it as clearly as if it was yesterday. Maybe it was. The Pharaoh was still blushing from our kiss as he played his monster, calling upon him with the skill and ease of someone who had done it thousands of times before. He laid something more down on the field.
Time passed. He played with so much skill...I wondered if I could possibly win. The Pharaoh had years of practice, while I had just started calling upon monsters a few weeks earlier (1). The monsters came and left the field so fast that I had no idea whose side they were on. And then...it was over. The Pharaoh stopped, looked...was that surprise I saw in his face, his eyes? Yes. Those beautiful scarlet eyes told me...I had won?
The world changed back to color. Everything was the way it was supposed to be. The blessed Nile, the homes, everything down to the smallest feather riding on the wind (2) was as we left it. Except...there was a sound. Not like the wind rustling or waves breaking against the banks of our blessed river, but of movement. I didn't know whether to worry about our safety or not; the sound wasn't exactly human, but I had never heard it before. "Do you hear that?" I had to ask. If we were caught together, the pharaoh and I...it could mean my death.
His ears perked up, as if trying to hear something too far away. Luckily, the dark sharpens the senses (3). "No" was his unsure reply. I looked around. I was sure I had heard something. I trusted my ears a lot more than I do my eyes, and I still do. I then made the worst decision I had ever made in my pathetic, meaningless life: I ignored it.
I heard a rustling behind and above us. This time, I knew it was there; the Pharaoh heard it too. Someone was watching us, but I didn't need to hear another sound to know who it was. White hair glinted, reflected the moonlight. "The tomb-robber," I told the pharaoh. He nodded ever so slightly. You may be thinking now, why didn't she tell the tomb-robber off? This I can answer. As a rule of thieves, I must not be seen or heard, except by the people I trust, as well as other thieves. But when surrounded by private homes, I didn't want to draw attention to myself, and certainly not to the pharaoh. Instead, I motioned for him to come down from the roofs and chat.
"Why were you watching us, Bakura?" the Pharaoh asked the robber as soon as we had gotten to a place we would not be heard.
Bakura sneered at this. "That's none of your business. What are you doing, running around the city with a petty thief?" I blushed, becoming redder than Pharaoh had after our kiss.
"Why do you care?" I questioned. "Our personal lives are none of your concern. You may as well ignore us and go back to robbing tombs or whatever."
"Iras..." the pharaoh began, but was cut off as Bakura glared and said, "I may have seen more than you think," then walked away. We stared after him, wondering what he had meant by that last statement.
"Do you think he saw us...?" The Pharaoh did not reply, but I was too tired to care. Instead he said, "Come with me." After a few moments, I thought we had parted at the cross roads, as we usually did, but I strangely found myself closer to the palace than I usually dare to come, the pharaoh still by my side. He handed one of his guards something, which I heard clink in his hand, and we were in. It was still dark outside, too dark to see much other than your hand an inch away from the tip of your nose. It was no lighter in the palace, but I wouldn't have been able to tell; my eyes were half closed from exhaustion.
He led me somewhere, pushed me onto something soft. I sank in a few inches, and then I felt it sink down again behind me. I felt his warm, soft body press up against mine, his arm wrap around me. I didn't move away or object, didn't struggle. I fell asleep like that, the Pharaoh lying next to me. When I awoke, he was gone.
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trio: that's really different from anything I've ever written before. I hope you liked the change of pace!
Seto: Get this crazy rabbit offa me! *Funny Bunny is still jumping on him*
Funny Bunny: *in that crazy cartoon-y voice* Crazy? I was crazy once! They put me in a room. A SQUARE room. A square SQUEAKY room. A square squeaky room with squirrels. Squirrels? SQUARE squirrels. Square SQUEAKY squirrels. Square squeaky squirrels that squeak and squeak and squeak and drive you CRAZY! *repeats*
trio: SQUIRRELS!!!!! *starts saying "squirrels" over and over and over...* ^_^
Seto: *sweatdrops* O_O ooookaaayyy...please review so that I can get away from the insane rabbit and the crazy authoress. *realizes that he said "crazy"* well...if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Crazy? I was crazy once! They put me in a room. A ROUND room. A round RUBBER room. A round rubber room with rats. Rats? ROUND rats. Round RUBBER rats. Round rubber rats with wheels. Wheels? ROUND wheels. Round RUBBER wheels. Round rubber wheels that go round and round and drive you CRAZY *repeats*
Yami K: *walks in only to see two people chanting different versions of Crazy, and the authoress on a Nutella sugar-high chanting something about squirrels. sweatdrops* please, kind people! Review so that this madness can end! trio will be happy if you review, and she might just stop talking about squirrels! Oh, if you care, trio needs a few more reviews if Yugi is going to pass his math test! *notices Seto chanting Crazy* O dear Ra, what is this wacky world coming to?! *runs out screaming about the end of the world*
NOTES: 1. A week in ancient Egypt was about ten days 2. I'm in a poetic mood this morning. 3. Really poetic
Anywho, this is still chapter 8, meaning that it's still Yami K's flashback, and she's still called Iras, and it's still in first person. Okay...what am I gonna do abou-(cut off because Fun Rabbit is tugging on her shirt) whadda ya want? *fun rabbit whispers in trio's ear, followed by a nod from trio* Funny Bunny is going to do the disclaimer!
Funny Bunny: *in an odd cartoon-y voice* trio the creative does not own Yu- Gi-Oh or any of its characters. She does, however, own Kevin and everything about her.
Seto: did you say Kevin, you grotesque rabbit?
Funny Bunny: nope.
trio: o_O ooookaaayyy...on with the memories!
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The duel...I remember it as clearly as if it was yesterday. Maybe it was. The Pharaoh was still blushing from our kiss as he played his monster, calling upon him with the skill and ease of someone who had done it thousands of times before. He laid something more down on the field.
Time passed. He played with so much skill...I wondered if I could possibly win. The Pharaoh had years of practice, while I had just started calling upon monsters a few weeks earlier (1). The monsters came and left the field so fast that I had no idea whose side they were on. And then...it was over. The Pharaoh stopped, looked...was that surprise I saw in his face, his eyes? Yes. Those beautiful scarlet eyes told me...I had won?
The world changed back to color. Everything was the way it was supposed to be. The blessed Nile, the homes, everything down to the smallest feather riding on the wind (2) was as we left it. Except...there was a sound. Not like the wind rustling or waves breaking against the banks of our blessed river, but of movement. I didn't know whether to worry about our safety or not; the sound wasn't exactly human, but I had never heard it before. "Do you hear that?" I had to ask. If we were caught together, the pharaoh and I...it could mean my death.
His ears perked up, as if trying to hear something too far away. Luckily, the dark sharpens the senses (3). "No" was his unsure reply. I looked around. I was sure I had heard something. I trusted my ears a lot more than I do my eyes, and I still do. I then made the worst decision I had ever made in my pathetic, meaningless life: I ignored it.
I heard a rustling behind and above us. This time, I knew it was there; the Pharaoh heard it too. Someone was watching us, but I didn't need to hear another sound to know who it was. White hair glinted, reflected the moonlight. "The tomb-robber," I told the pharaoh. He nodded ever so slightly. You may be thinking now, why didn't she tell the tomb-robber off? This I can answer. As a rule of thieves, I must not be seen or heard, except by the people I trust, as well as other thieves. But when surrounded by private homes, I didn't want to draw attention to myself, and certainly not to the pharaoh. Instead, I motioned for him to come down from the roofs and chat.
"Why were you watching us, Bakura?" the Pharaoh asked the robber as soon as we had gotten to a place we would not be heard.
Bakura sneered at this. "That's none of your business. What are you doing, running around the city with a petty thief?" I blushed, becoming redder than Pharaoh had after our kiss.
"Why do you care?" I questioned. "Our personal lives are none of your concern. You may as well ignore us and go back to robbing tombs or whatever."
"Iras..." the pharaoh began, but was cut off as Bakura glared and said, "I may have seen more than you think," then walked away. We stared after him, wondering what he had meant by that last statement.
"Do you think he saw us...?" The Pharaoh did not reply, but I was too tired to care. Instead he said, "Come with me." After a few moments, I thought we had parted at the cross roads, as we usually did, but I strangely found myself closer to the palace than I usually dare to come, the pharaoh still by my side. He handed one of his guards something, which I heard clink in his hand, and we were in. It was still dark outside, too dark to see much other than your hand an inch away from the tip of your nose. It was no lighter in the palace, but I wouldn't have been able to tell; my eyes were half closed from exhaustion.
He led me somewhere, pushed me onto something soft. I sank in a few inches, and then I felt it sink down again behind me. I felt his warm, soft body press up against mine, his arm wrap around me. I didn't move away or object, didn't struggle. I fell asleep like that, the Pharaoh lying next to me. When I awoke, he was gone.
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trio: that's really different from anything I've ever written before. I hope you liked the change of pace!
Seto: Get this crazy rabbit offa me! *Funny Bunny is still jumping on him*
Funny Bunny: *in that crazy cartoon-y voice* Crazy? I was crazy once! They put me in a room. A SQUARE room. A square SQUEAKY room. A square squeaky room with squirrels. Squirrels? SQUARE squirrels. Square SQUEAKY squirrels. Square squeaky squirrels that squeak and squeak and squeak and drive you CRAZY! *repeats*
trio: SQUIRRELS!!!!! *starts saying "squirrels" over and over and over...* ^_^
Seto: *sweatdrops* O_O ooookaaayyy...please review so that I can get away from the insane rabbit and the crazy authoress. *realizes that he said "crazy"* well...if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Crazy? I was crazy once! They put me in a room. A ROUND room. A round RUBBER room. A round rubber room with rats. Rats? ROUND rats. Round RUBBER rats. Round rubber rats with wheels. Wheels? ROUND wheels. Round RUBBER wheels. Round rubber wheels that go round and round and drive you CRAZY *repeats*
Yami K: *walks in only to see two people chanting different versions of Crazy, and the authoress on a Nutella sugar-high chanting something about squirrels. sweatdrops* please, kind people! Review so that this madness can end! trio will be happy if you review, and she might just stop talking about squirrels! Oh, if you care, trio needs a few more reviews if Yugi is going to pass his math test! *notices Seto chanting Crazy* O dear Ra, what is this wacky world coming to?! *runs out screaming about the end of the world*
NOTES: 1. A week in ancient Egypt was about ten days 2. I'm in a poetic mood this morning. 3. Really poetic