Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh.
Warning: contains slight lemon.
Love Ain't What We Do
Chapter One
River flows through the yellow desert, Wind blows the rough sand, Whose tears are flying through the sand?
Whose blood are polishing the white blade.
"Found it! Found it! Found it!" the young slave yelled excited as he ran into the priest's chamber.
"What did you find?" high priest asked annoyedly. He half opened his blue eyes lazily. They were so cold as they could freeze the hot Egypt.
"We finally find the slave that Pharaoh wanted!" the slave still yelled excitedly.
"Any girl will do," Priest Seto glared at the slave. "I won't waste my time on some stupid slave."
"So," the young slave looked at the priest nervously. "Does high priest want to see and take the slave to pharaoh?"
"Fine," Seto sat up and took his staff. "Where did you see the girl?"
"Outside the palace, thirteen street, the singing maid. She's with another younger boy."
Seto glared at the young slave and sneered. "Don't you know never go into my chamber without permission?"
"I'm really sorry, master!" the slave shivered. "But since I find the perfect slave for the pharaoh."
"Then you shall die." High priest left the cold message and walked out with ten guards. What left was a shocked slave with a shiny blade in on his neck. it shined with the red red blood..
.....
The crowd stood aside timidly and watched the high priest walked through with his guards. Seto's eyes looked straight to the front coldly and walked heavily. He was tired of finding the slave for the pharaoh.
Finally, he stopped in the front of a girl with black straight hair. She bent her knees down as to respect the high priest. A boy bent besides her uneasily. It was clear that he didn't want to bend down in the front of anybody.
"Look up." A cold voice chilled the girl up. She looked up nervously into two beautiful icy blue eyes. She gulped and blushed. She didn't get use to be stared at and never look into other people's eyes.
"Name." Seto asked and snapped his finger. A guard came near.
"Isis, Isis Ishtar." Isis answered uneasily and looked at the guard fearfully.
"Take her." Seto said and turned away. He felt tired and sleepy. The noise behind him didn't bother him at all. For him, he already got use to those fearful screams, cries, and yells.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" the boy yelled and tried to help his sister. However, he wasn't strong enough for five tough guards. He got pushed on the ground and got slapped several times.
"LET ME GO!" Isis yelled and cried. "DON'T HURT HIM! LET ME GO! WHERE DO YOU WANT ME TO GO? LET ME GO!!!!"
.......
Isis sat in the dark jail and shivered. She was scared. She didn't know what the hell was going on and she felt that she didn't want to know. She was worried about Malik, her brother. She knew he was going to do anything to save her. However, this was the priest's palace, how could he get in without notice and hurt? Isis tried to calm herself down. She breathed hard and closed her eyes. Suddenly she remembered those blue eyes she was staring at earlier today. She blushed again. Those eyes, they were so beautiful, so strong, so cold and so mighty. They were attractive. Isis blushed. Those things he said, so simple, so dignified.
Isis shook her head again. What was she thinking? He brought her to this stupid dark place, and who knew what was going to happen next? But, but, he was just so special. She could see that through his eyes.
Everything in people's mind could show through the eyes, and she knew that he wasn't what he acted to be. He wasn't just a ruthless priest; he didn't belong to the shallow palace, not the world.
.........
The door of the jail opened. Isis saw two big strong guards came in. they lifted her up and took her somewhere that she didn't know.
"Let me go!" Isis yelled helplessly. She cried. A big strong hand slapped her on her face. She screamed and cried through the pain. "SHUT UP OR YOU'LL GET MORE PAIN!" Isis quiet down, she tried to. She sniffled like a poor hopeless puppy. Her face still burned like fire. Tears slid down like the waterfall, couldn't stop.
They brought her to Seto. Seto was sitting there and reading an important message from the pharaoh. He looked up as they brought Isis in. he glared at her and asked, "Take her to clean up, the pharaoh won't be happy with a dirty slave." he looked at her again, and added, "even though they will always be the slaves."
.....
Isis felt a little better. She looked into the mirror and stared at her own reflection. Long black hair, they took her tiara off because they said slaves couldn't wear jewelry like that. She wore a white robe, her bare shoulders showed perfectly.
Seto came, he stood behind Isis. He looked into the mirror and saw Isis's surprised face. Isis turned around and didn't know what to do except blushing.
"Take her to the pharaoh with me." Seto looked at Isis again. He turned around and walked away coldly.
........
"So, my high priest, you finally bring me a slave?" pharaoh yami asked and rolled his eyes.
"Yes." Seto sighed. "Bring her up."
Isis bowed in the front of the pharaoh nervously. She didn't dare to look up.
Yami stood up and walked to Isis. His hand forced Isis to look up. Isis looked up, and she saw those purple eyes. They scared her; they were so different from those blue eyes. Isis looked at Seto from her eye side. Seto was sitting there and rolling his eyes. He was annoyed.
"Good work." Yami smiled. He turned around and smiled at Seto. "She will be my personal 'servant' now. You did a great job."
"Thank you. I appreciate that." Seto replied. "I think it's time for me to go." Seto stood up and leaved. He didn't even bother to look back at Isis. He didn't know. He didn't know that Isis's eyes were on him all the time. Isis looked at Seto, she felt sad, in some weird reasons.
Isis followed the guard to the pharaoh's chamber. She was scared. Half of her mind already knew what was going to happen, but the other half of her mind was praying.
They closed the door of the pharaoh's chamber. It was dark, and the darkness was chilling Isis's heart. She heard footsteps walked toward her. She was so scared that she couldn't even move. Then, two hands grabbed her.
Isis gasped. She breathed so hard and she tried to escape from those hands. But it was no use; she felt the cold and strong lips closed to hers. She moaned. Tears and sweats rolled down her face like a sharp blade, cutting her heart slowly.
The kiss went stronger and Isis couldn't resist but moaned harder and opened her mouth. Yami smiled in the dark. His hands traveled on Isis' body. He could feel that Isis' s body was shivering. He took off Isis' robe. His hands touched Isis' soft body and felt excited.
......
After a storm-like night, Isis woke up on a big and comfy bed. She was naked. She sobbed. She didn't want to remember what happened last night. She didn't want to remember the pharaoh's satisfied sound after he entered her. She sobbed harder. She felt dirty, she felt stupid. She wanted to slap herself when she had those satisfied feeling.
Yami walked into the room. He smiled at Isis, but that only made Isis feel worse. She hid under the small blanket and tried to hide her body. But Yami came near her and threw away the blanket. He touched Isis' naked body and started to kiss her again..
Isis sobbed. She lied there like a helplessly puppy. All she could think is those blue eyes. They were so comforting. Those blue eyes..
.........
To be continued..
A/N: review please, and tell me what do you think about this fan fiction. I don't care about flames, it's your choice.
Warning: contains slight lemon.
Love Ain't What We Do
Chapter One
River flows through the yellow desert, Wind blows the rough sand, Whose tears are flying through the sand?
Whose blood are polishing the white blade.
"Found it! Found it! Found it!" the young slave yelled excited as he ran into the priest's chamber.
"What did you find?" high priest asked annoyedly. He half opened his blue eyes lazily. They were so cold as they could freeze the hot Egypt.
"We finally find the slave that Pharaoh wanted!" the slave still yelled excitedly.
"Any girl will do," Priest Seto glared at the slave. "I won't waste my time on some stupid slave."
"So," the young slave looked at the priest nervously. "Does high priest want to see and take the slave to pharaoh?"
"Fine," Seto sat up and took his staff. "Where did you see the girl?"
"Outside the palace, thirteen street, the singing maid. She's with another younger boy."
Seto glared at the young slave and sneered. "Don't you know never go into my chamber without permission?"
"I'm really sorry, master!" the slave shivered. "But since I find the perfect slave for the pharaoh."
"Then you shall die." High priest left the cold message and walked out with ten guards. What left was a shocked slave with a shiny blade in on his neck. it shined with the red red blood..
.....
The crowd stood aside timidly and watched the high priest walked through with his guards. Seto's eyes looked straight to the front coldly and walked heavily. He was tired of finding the slave for the pharaoh.
Finally, he stopped in the front of a girl with black straight hair. She bent her knees down as to respect the high priest. A boy bent besides her uneasily. It was clear that he didn't want to bend down in the front of anybody.
"Look up." A cold voice chilled the girl up. She looked up nervously into two beautiful icy blue eyes. She gulped and blushed. She didn't get use to be stared at and never look into other people's eyes.
"Name." Seto asked and snapped his finger. A guard came near.
"Isis, Isis Ishtar." Isis answered uneasily and looked at the guard fearfully.
"Take her." Seto said and turned away. He felt tired and sleepy. The noise behind him didn't bother him at all. For him, he already got use to those fearful screams, cries, and yells.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" the boy yelled and tried to help his sister. However, he wasn't strong enough for five tough guards. He got pushed on the ground and got slapped several times.
"LET ME GO!" Isis yelled and cried. "DON'T HURT HIM! LET ME GO! WHERE DO YOU WANT ME TO GO? LET ME GO!!!!"
.......
Isis sat in the dark jail and shivered. She was scared. She didn't know what the hell was going on and she felt that she didn't want to know. She was worried about Malik, her brother. She knew he was going to do anything to save her. However, this was the priest's palace, how could he get in without notice and hurt? Isis tried to calm herself down. She breathed hard and closed her eyes. Suddenly she remembered those blue eyes she was staring at earlier today. She blushed again. Those eyes, they were so beautiful, so strong, so cold and so mighty. They were attractive. Isis blushed. Those things he said, so simple, so dignified.
Isis shook her head again. What was she thinking? He brought her to this stupid dark place, and who knew what was going to happen next? But, but, he was just so special. She could see that through his eyes.
Everything in people's mind could show through the eyes, and she knew that he wasn't what he acted to be. He wasn't just a ruthless priest; he didn't belong to the shallow palace, not the world.
.........
The door of the jail opened. Isis saw two big strong guards came in. they lifted her up and took her somewhere that she didn't know.
"Let me go!" Isis yelled helplessly. She cried. A big strong hand slapped her on her face. She screamed and cried through the pain. "SHUT UP OR YOU'LL GET MORE PAIN!" Isis quiet down, she tried to. She sniffled like a poor hopeless puppy. Her face still burned like fire. Tears slid down like the waterfall, couldn't stop.
They brought her to Seto. Seto was sitting there and reading an important message from the pharaoh. He looked up as they brought Isis in. he glared at her and asked, "Take her to clean up, the pharaoh won't be happy with a dirty slave." he looked at her again, and added, "even though they will always be the slaves."
.....
Isis felt a little better. She looked into the mirror and stared at her own reflection. Long black hair, they took her tiara off because they said slaves couldn't wear jewelry like that. She wore a white robe, her bare shoulders showed perfectly.
Seto came, he stood behind Isis. He looked into the mirror and saw Isis's surprised face. Isis turned around and didn't know what to do except blushing.
"Take her to the pharaoh with me." Seto looked at Isis again. He turned around and walked away coldly.
........
"So, my high priest, you finally bring me a slave?" pharaoh yami asked and rolled his eyes.
"Yes." Seto sighed. "Bring her up."
Isis bowed in the front of the pharaoh nervously. She didn't dare to look up.
Yami stood up and walked to Isis. His hand forced Isis to look up. Isis looked up, and she saw those purple eyes. They scared her; they were so different from those blue eyes. Isis looked at Seto from her eye side. Seto was sitting there and rolling his eyes. He was annoyed.
"Good work." Yami smiled. He turned around and smiled at Seto. "She will be my personal 'servant' now. You did a great job."
"Thank you. I appreciate that." Seto replied. "I think it's time for me to go." Seto stood up and leaved. He didn't even bother to look back at Isis. He didn't know. He didn't know that Isis's eyes were on him all the time. Isis looked at Seto, she felt sad, in some weird reasons.
Isis followed the guard to the pharaoh's chamber. She was scared. Half of her mind already knew what was going to happen, but the other half of her mind was praying.
They closed the door of the pharaoh's chamber. It was dark, and the darkness was chilling Isis's heart. She heard footsteps walked toward her. She was so scared that she couldn't even move. Then, two hands grabbed her.
Isis gasped. She breathed so hard and she tried to escape from those hands. But it was no use; she felt the cold and strong lips closed to hers. She moaned. Tears and sweats rolled down her face like a sharp blade, cutting her heart slowly.
The kiss went stronger and Isis couldn't resist but moaned harder and opened her mouth. Yami smiled in the dark. His hands traveled on Isis' body. He could feel that Isis' s body was shivering. He took off Isis' robe. His hands touched Isis' soft body and felt excited.
......
After a storm-like night, Isis woke up on a big and comfy bed. She was naked. She sobbed. She didn't want to remember what happened last night. She didn't want to remember the pharaoh's satisfied sound after he entered her. She sobbed harder. She felt dirty, she felt stupid. She wanted to slap herself when she had those satisfied feeling.
Yami walked into the room. He smiled at Isis, but that only made Isis feel worse. She hid under the small blanket and tried to hide her body. But Yami came near her and threw away the blanket. He touched Isis' naked body and started to kiss her again..
Isis sobbed. She lied there like a helplessly puppy. All she could think is those blue eyes. They were so comforting. Those blue eyes..
.........
To be continued..
A/N: review please, and tell me what do you think about this fan fiction. I don't care about flames, it's your choice.
