The Card Sprite ... Chapter Nine
Shukumei Deru E Asobi Toki ... When Fate Comes Out To Play
Kioku stared into Yami's sincere amethyst eyes. She was at a loss for words, and so, with the rays of the rising sun illuminating her body, she began to dance.
They were still standing on the rooftop, and Yami was tense to catch her should she slip. But her movements were precise and her footing was sure.
It wasn't the dance she had given him in the presence of the noble, but the dance she had hesitantly and rigidly given him in his own private chamber. Her mother had died, and Kioku had come to be a dancer at the palace in hopes of a better life than that on the streets. The High Priest, seeing her talent and beauty, had sent her into the Pharaoh's chamber as nighttime 'entertainment'. She had been frightened out of her mind.
*****
"What's this?" Yami asked softly, so as not to frighten her. He neither expected nor recieved an answer. She simply began to dance.
The young Pharaoh was captivated, but he could see through his haze of lust that she was terrified and didn't try anything. He knew that in order to (perhaps!) win her heart, he first had to win her trust.
Why am I suddenly caring for hearts and trust? He asked himself crossly. I never cared before... I am Pharaoh, I can take what I want when and how I want it without anyone to tell me otherwise!
What is happening to me?
Kioku as she danced could sense the Pharaoh's lust, and didn't understand why he didn't act upon it. I was told he would take me the minute he saw me, as he has with countless others. Why is he waiting? Why does he not just do the terrible deed and let me go to cry in peace?
The room was lit with scented candles and their smoky essence only made Kioku seem more and more like a dream. Yami saw through half-lidded eyes that the girl wore almost nothing at all, and he knew who had sent her. That High Priest of mine better not have touched her, or he'll be sent to the Shadow Realm...
The smoke and incense clouded Kioku's mind and eyes; she began to forget what she was doing. She briefly, foggily, realized that there must be some kind of airborne eikyo in the incense before she lost her balance and fell with a cry.
She remained huddled on the floor, her senses temporarily cleared in her sudden fright. She had fallen, had made a mistake, in front of the Pharaoh. He'd killed for less.
Nothing could have prepared her for what happened next.
The Pharaoh, dressed simply in loose muslin pants, stood and walked towards her. She averted her eyes in shame and hugged herself to try and stop her shaking.
Yami's eyes crinkled in concern, and he fervently hoped she hadn't been hurt. He, too, suspected an influence in the incense. He knew that had been the reason for her fall.
His hands on her tensed shoulders brought her head up and a gasp from her lips. Her eyes went wide and she froze.
"I am sorry," Yami said, not quite realizing he was saying it, "that you had to be subjected to this."
Kioku's eyes dropped once again in shame. "I have disappointed you."
Yami placed two fingers beneath her chin to lift it, causing their eyes to meet. When amazed mahogany met gentle amethyst, the two jerked at the shock.
"No," Yami replied. "You could never be a disappointment."
And, standing, he raised her to her own feet and gently embraced her. The feel of his bare chest against the soft material of her barely decent coverings nearly drove him wild but he was determined not to do a Ra-damned thing.
Kioku, however, kept expecting to be killed. She felt his chest heave against hers at the contact and wondered again why he was holding back. Is he afraid to hurt me? She thought, then shook her head a little. No, he has never been afraid to hurt before. There must be something else.
Yami was the one who broke the embrace and then before Kioku could speak, he quickly turned away. "Go," he said, and she thought she heard a catch in his voice. His shoulders were shaking slightly... or was the smoke simply playing tricks on her eyes?
She placed a small hand on his shoulder and felt his slight jolt at her touch. "Are... you all right?" She asked, her voice a mere whisper.
Yami sighed. "I will be. Go now, child."
Kioku nodded, although he couldn't see her, and backed out of the room.
Alone in the smoky room once more, the young Pharaoh threw himself upon the bed and wept.
*****
Now once more he felt tears welling in his eyes at the memory, and once more he turned away. But this time, Kioku wasn't going to leave.
"My Pharaoh..." She began. He waved a hand at her, not wanting to turn around.
"My aibou will be late for school. We're leaving."
She nodded, although he couldn't see. "Very well. Come straight home, little Yugi, for we muct catch the ship to Duelist Kingdom tonight! And you wouldn't want to be unprepared."
Yugi, now in control, turned and beamed at her. His innocent wine-colored eyes sent a grin to Kioku's lips as well. "Yes, Kioku-san."
She laughed, then snapped her fingers and disappeared.
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I sorry, it short.
I just felt like I should at least update, I've been having writer's block.
Reviews would be much appreciated. I want to know what you people think!
Ki: No one read Those Dreams of Power... toldja it was stupid.
Kestrel: It isn't stupid, you twit, they just aren't reviewing!
Ki: Yeh, I'm a twit.
Kestrel: Shut it, you.
Shukumei Deru E Asobi Toki ... When Fate Comes Out To Play
Kioku stared into Yami's sincere amethyst eyes. She was at a loss for words, and so, with the rays of the rising sun illuminating her body, she began to dance.
They were still standing on the rooftop, and Yami was tense to catch her should she slip. But her movements were precise and her footing was sure.
It wasn't the dance she had given him in the presence of the noble, but the dance she had hesitantly and rigidly given him in his own private chamber. Her mother had died, and Kioku had come to be a dancer at the palace in hopes of a better life than that on the streets. The High Priest, seeing her talent and beauty, had sent her into the Pharaoh's chamber as nighttime 'entertainment'. She had been frightened out of her mind.
*****
"What's this?" Yami asked softly, so as not to frighten her. He neither expected nor recieved an answer. She simply began to dance.
The young Pharaoh was captivated, but he could see through his haze of lust that she was terrified and didn't try anything. He knew that in order to (perhaps!) win her heart, he first had to win her trust.
Why am I suddenly caring for hearts and trust? He asked himself crossly. I never cared before... I am Pharaoh, I can take what I want when and how I want it without anyone to tell me otherwise!
What is happening to me?
Kioku as she danced could sense the Pharaoh's lust, and didn't understand why he didn't act upon it. I was told he would take me the minute he saw me, as he has with countless others. Why is he waiting? Why does he not just do the terrible deed and let me go to cry in peace?
The room was lit with scented candles and their smoky essence only made Kioku seem more and more like a dream. Yami saw through half-lidded eyes that the girl wore almost nothing at all, and he knew who had sent her. That High Priest of mine better not have touched her, or he'll be sent to the Shadow Realm...
The smoke and incense clouded Kioku's mind and eyes; she began to forget what she was doing. She briefly, foggily, realized that there must be some kind of airborne eikyo in the incense before she lost her balance and fell with a cry.
She remained huddled on the floor, her senses temporarily cleared in her sudden fright. She had fallen, had made a mistake, in front of the Pharaoh. He'd killed for less.
Nothing could have prepared her for what happened next.
The Pharaoh, dressed simply in loose muslin pants, stood and walked towards her. She averted her eyes in shame and hugged herself to try and stop her shaking.
Yami's eyes crinkled in concern, and he fervently hoped she hadn't been hurt. He, too, suspected an influence in the incense. He knew that had been the reason for her fall.
His hands on her tensed shoulders brought her head up and a gasp from her lips. Her eyes went wide and she froze.
"I am sorry," Yami said, not quite realizing he was saying it, "that you had to be subjected to this."
Kioku's eyes dropped once again in shame. "I have disappointed you."
Yami placed two fingers beneath her chin to lift it, causing their eyes to meet. When amazed mahogany met gentle amethyst, the two jerked at the shock.
"No," Yami replied. "You could never be a disappointment."
And, standing, he raised her to her own feet and gently embraced her. The feel of his bare chest against the soft material of her barely decent coverings nearly drove him wild but he was determined not to do a Ra-damned thing.
Kioku, however, kept expecting to be killed. She felt his chest heave against hers at the contact and wondered again why he was holding back. Is he afraid to hurt me? She thought, then shook her head a little. No, he has never been afraid to hurt before. There must be something else.
Yami was the one who broke the embrace and then before Kioku could speak, he quickly turned away. "Go," he said, and she thought she heard a catch in his voice. His shoulders were shaking slightly... or was the smoke simply playing tricks on her eyes?
She placed a small hand on his shoulder and felt his slight jolt at her touch. "Are... you all right?" She asked, her voice a mere whisper.
Yami sighed. "I will be. Go now, child."
Kioku nodded, although he couldn't see her, and backed out of the room.
Alone in the smoky room once more, the young Pharaoh threw himself upon the bed and wept.
*****
Now once more he felt tears welling in his eyes at the memory, and once more he turned away. But this time, Kioku wasn't going to leave.
"My Pharaoh..." She began. He waved a hand at her, not wanting to turn around.
"My aibou will be late for school. We're leaving."
She nodded, although he couldn't see. "Very well. Come straight home, little Yugi, for we muct catch the ship to Duelist Kingdom tonight! And you wouldn't want to be unprepared."
Yugi, now in control, turned and beamed at her. His innocent wine-colored eyes sent a grin to Kioku's lips as well. "Yes, Kioku-san."
She laughed, then snapped her fingers and disappeared.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*
I sorry, it short.
I just felt like I should at least update, I've been having writer's block.
Reviews would be much appreciated. I want to know what you people think!
Ki: No one read Those Dreams of Power... toldja it was stupid.
Kestrel: It isn't stupid, you twit, they just aren't reviewing!
Ki: Yeh, I'm a twit.
Kestrel: Shut it, you.
