AN - By popular demand I will mention more on the girl of Yami's past!
It's official, any romance will be Yami/OC for the moment. Other
suggestions are welcome though! Tea/Bakura, that is such a cool idea!
Thanks reviewers!
It was after ten at night before everyone left Yugi's house. Leaving Yugi, Yami, Ryou and Bakura in peace. Yugi and Ryou finished clearing the mess in the living room and trudged wearily up the stairs. Ryou opened the door to his room to find Bakura flicking through his diary. The normal placid youth became infuriated at this sight!
"Bakura, how dare you?" He shouted, snatching at the book in his hand. But Bakura was too quick for him. He held the diary out of Ryou's reach saying, "My my Ryou, a crush on Tea! And I never saw it! You must have kept it a secret from me very well, I never had a clue!"
"You wouldn't understand matters of the heart!" Whispered Ryou frantically, snatching the book from Bakura's grasp. He continued, "I bet you never loved anyone, and no one would ever love you!" Ryou expected Bakura to turn on him at this point but he didn't. Subdued, he lay down on his bed with a sigh and turned away from the confused Ryou. A tear could almost be seen in the spirit's eye as he thought, 'Yami always got everything. I teased him about Lara because it hurt to much to admit it.' It hurt too much to remember what he had tried to do, even though he knew he would willingly do it again.
In the next room Yugi closed the door behind him. He hadn't wanted to wake Yami, but he saw that Yami was once again sitting on the window sill, looking out on the world below. The little boy went and joined his friend on the little seat and looked into his crimson eyes. Yami did not look at the child, but he did speak to him.
"Every night I used to do this in Egypt."
"What?" asked a puzzled Yugi.
"Just watch," sighed the Pharaoh. "Watch the palace guards change every hour or so. Watch the villagers scurry around to get things done before dark. See lovers escape the confines of their houses for some privacy, that was when I first saw her, in the palace gardens, she was so." He stopped abruptly and looked at Yugi. Yami smiled and gently punched the kid on the cheek.
"But you don't want to know about that!" Yami finished.
"Yes I do!" squeaked Yugi. "Was she a friend in Egypt?"
"Yes and no.look, it's late, I'm tied." Yami got up suddenly and faked a large yawn. "Time for some rest, it's been a long day. And it's just history anyway. History is over, gone, forgotten, lost forever and there is nothing we can do about. So let's just forget it! It was a long time ago. It doesn't do to dwell on the past!" With that Yami climbed into bed, turned away from Yugi and wrapped himself tightly in the covers to escape the world. His thoughts had brought back so may memories that he thought he had suppressed. He felt the camp bed sink to one side as Yugi sat there and put a hand on Yami's shoulder.
"You should never forget the past Yami. Especially old friends. Friends always live on here." He said, touching Yami's chest, where his heart was. "I'm sure that she doesn't want to be forgotten." Yugi got up and crossed to his own bed. He climbed in and turned out the lights. He didn't even hear Yami whisper, "It's too late. I already forgot." Before he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Yami tossed and turned, dreaming of past memories.
In his dream he stood at a large window, overlooking the sand blown desert all around. However a large town lay between his palace and the desert on all sides, and on the outskirts of that were little villages. It was dark, but a few lights flickered in the small buildings. Around him palace life continued. The guards patrolled the perimeter walls below, and slaves busied themselves below. Yami stood and returned to his chambers. He was dressed in his traditional robes, a white toga skirt held in place by an ornate gold belt and a collar of gold around his neck. On his head he wore a fine headdress, decorating with precious stones and inscribed with the millennium symbol. He placed his staff on the stand by his huge bed, covered with a white and gold canopy. Slowly he removed his regalia and placed it carefully on the stand next to him. Plainly dressed in his night time robes he was just about to climb into bed when he heard laughter coming through the window.
Curious he returned to the window and looked out. No one in his palace ever laughed, his father had forbidden it before he had died and Yami had never thought to lift the law. Laughter was not permitted within the palace walls. Looking around he saw only the monotony of everyday palace life. Not one slave roamed out of place and the guards never dropped their vigil, no one but him had heard the laugh. Looking down he thought he saw a flash of white in his garden below. Yami strained his eyes to see, but the darkness was overpowering. The garden was an oasis of green that no one ever entered but him, and he had not been there since his parents had died. The magnificent garden had somehow never grown out of control though, but Yami, being the Pharaoh, didn't really comprehend how things could go wrong if left unattended. His slaves kept the palace in order whilst he kept Egypt in order. He never questioned how his room was always spotless or why his clothes were always clean. Just as he never questioned why the garden had remained tidy these past five years. It just was, no questions asked.
Yami returned to his bed and again heard the laughter. Racing to the window he saw someone leaving the garden through the west wall, but before he could call his guards the person had disappeared into the night.
The next day Yami had scoured the outside of the garden for clues, but had found none. He was puzzled and angry that someone had got the better of him. That day he was in a foul mood and retired to his chambers early for some rest. He lay in bed, looking at the canopy above, when he heard singing coming from outside the window. Jumping out of bed he ran to the window and saw a figure clad in white, moving around in his garden. Infuriated he was about to call his guards when he recognised the song. Leaning on the balcony rail he listened as strains of the song reached his ears. His mother had sung that song to him when he was a child. The voice that he heard now was that of a woman. Subdued, he returned to his bed and drifted into a peaceful sleep, content that tomorrow night he would confront the intruder in his garden. But for tonight let her have fun, for she would be spending much time inside after tomorrow night. Yami had heard that the jailhouse was quite dark. Naturally he assumed that singing would not be a favourite past time in such a place.
Yami awoke with a start. It was not quite daylight, but a reddish haze shown through the window onto his face. Getting up he silently left the room in which he slept and closed the door behind him so as not to wake Yugi. He climbed to the top floor where Tea had slept the night before, opened the door and went in. The room was empty and seemed to cry out for a companion. Yami crossed to the large window and opened it. Slowly he climbed out onto the large balcony and looked down on the park below. Above him stood the roof top where he had been reborn. He surveyed the greenery below that echoed that of his dream. He closed his eyes and breathed in the morning air. He did not want to remember the rest of his dream. He did not want to see her again. It would bring back too many memories. But in the back of his mind he knew that the next time he slept, his dream would continue and he would indeed she her again. Whether he wanted to or not.
So? Read and review please. I know the story is moving quite slowly but it will pick up! I Promise!!! And don't think that the rest of the story will only be dreams. I have big plans for this one!!!
It was after ten at night before everyone left Yugi's house. Leaving Yugi, Yami, Ryou and Bakura in peace. Yugi and Ryou finished clearing the mess in the living room and trudged wearily up the stairs. Ryou opened the door to his room to find Bakura flicking through his diary. The normal placid youth became infuriated at this sight!
"Bakura, how dare you?" He shouted, snatching at the book in his hand. But Bakura was too quick for him. He held the diary out of Ryou's reach saying, "My my Ryou, a crush on Tea! And I never saw it! You must have kept it a secret from me very well, I never had a clue!"
"You wouldn't understand matters of the heart!" Whispered Ryou frantically, snatching the book from Bakura's grasp. He continued, "I bet you never loved anyone, and no one would ever love you!" Ryou expected Bakura to turn on him at this point but he didn't. Subdued, he lay down on his bed with a sigh and turned away from the confused Ryou. A tear could almost be seen in the spirit's eye as he thought, 'Yami always got everything. I teased him about Lara because it hurt to much to admit it.' It hurt too much to remember what he had tried to do, even though he knew he would willingly do it again.
In the next room Yugi closed the door behind him. He hadn't wanted to wake Yami, but he saw that Yami was once again sitting on the window sill, looking out on the world below. The little boy went and joined his friend on the little seat and looked into his crimson eyes. Yami did not look at the child, but he did speak to him.
"Every night I used to do this in Egypt."
"What?" asked a puzzled Yugi.
"Just watch," sighed the Pharaoh. "Watch the palace guards change every hour or so. Watch the villagers scurry around to get things done before dark. See lovers escape the confines of their houses for some privacy, that was when I first saw her, in the palace gardens, she was so." He stopped abruptly and looked at Yugi. Yami smiled and gently punched the kid on the cheek.
"But you don't want to know about that!" Yami finished.
"Yes I do!" squeaked Yugi. "Was she a friend in Egypt?"
"Yes and no.look, it's late, I'm tied." Yami got up suddenly and faked a large yawn. "Time for some rest, it's been a long day. And it's just history anyway. History is over, gone, forgotten, lost forever and there is nothing we can do about. So let's just forget it! It was a long time ago. It doesn't do to dwell on the past!" With that Yami climbed into bed, turned away from Yugi and wrapped himself tightly in the covers to escape the world. His thoughts had brought back so may memories that he thought he had suppressed. He felt the camp bed sink to one side as Yugi sat there and put a hand on Yami's shoulder.
"You should never forget the past Yami. Especially old friends. Friends always live on here." He said, touching Yami's chest, where his heart was. "I'm sure that she doesn't want to be forgotten." Yugi got up and crossed to his own bed. He climbed in and turned out the lights. He didn't even hear Yami whisper, "It's too late. I already forgot." Before he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Yami tossed and turned, dreaming of past memories.
In his dream he stood at a large window, overlooking the sand blown desert all around. However a large town lay between his palace and the desert on all sides, and on the outskirts of that were little villages. It was dark, but a few lights flickered in the small buildings. Around him palace life continued. The guards patrolled the perimeter walls below, and slaves busied themselves below. Yami stood and returned to his chambers. He was dressed in his traditional robes, a white toga skirt held in place by an ornate gold belt and a collar of gold around his neck. On his head he wore a fine headdress, decorating with precious stones and inscribed with the millennium symbol. He placed his staff on the stand by his huge bed, covered with a white and gold canopy. Slowly he removed his regalia and placed it carefully on the stand next to him. Plainly dressed in his night time robes he was just about to climb into bed when he heard laughter coming through the window.
Curious he returned to the window and looked out. No one in his palace ever laughed, his father had forbidden it before he had died and Yami had never thought to lift the law. Laughter was not permitted within the palace walls. Looking around he saw only the monotony of everyday palace life. Not one slave roamed out of place and the guards never dropped their vigil, no one but him had heard the laugh. Looking down he thought he saw a flash of white in his garden below. Yami strained his eyes to see, but the darkness was overpowering. The garden was an oasis of green that no one ever entered but him, and he had not been there since his parents had died. The magnificent garden had somehow never grown out of control though, but Yami, being the Pharaoh, didn't really comprehend how things could go wrong if left unattended. His slaves kept the palace in order whilst he kept Egypt in order. He never questioned how his room was always spotless or why his clothes were always clean. Just as he never questioned why the garden had remained tidy these past five years. It just was, no questions asked.
Yami returned to his bed and again heard the laughter. Racing to the window he saw someone leaving the garden through the west wall, but before he could call his guards the person had disappeared into the night.
The next day Yami had scoured the outside of the garden for clues, but had found none. He was puzzled and angry that someone had got the better of him. That day he was in a foul mood and retired to his chambers early for some rest. He lay in bed, looking at the canopy above, when he heard singing coming from outside the window. Jumping out of bed he ran to the window and saw a figure clad in white, moving around in his garden. Infuriated he was about to call his guards when he recognised the song. Leaning on the balcony rail he listened as strains of the song reached his ears. His mother had sung that song to him when he was a child. The voice that he heard now was that of a woman. Subdued, he returned to his bed and drifted into a peaceful sleep, content that tomorrow night he would confront the intruder in his garden. But for tonight let her have fun, for she would be spending much time inside after tomorrow night. Yami had heard that the jailhouse was quite dark. Naturally he assumed that singing would not be a favourite past time in such a place.
Yami awoke with a start. It was not quite daylight, but a reddish haze shown through the window onto his face. Getting up he silently left the room in which he slept and closed the door behind him so as not to wake Yugi. He climbed to the top floor where Tea had slept the night before, opened the door and went in. The room was empty and seemed to cry out for a companion. Yami crossed to the large window and opened it. Slowly he climbed out onto the large balcony and looked down on the park below. Above him stood the roof top where he had been reborn. He surveyed the greenery below that echoed that of his dream. He closed his eyes and breathed in the morning air. He did not want to remember the rest of his dream. He did not want to see her again. It would bring back too many memories. But in the back of his mind he knew that the next time he slept, his dream would continue and he would indeed she her again. Whether he wanted to or not.
So? Read and review please. I know the story is moving quite slowly but it will pick up! I Promise!!! And don't think that the rest of the story will only be dreams. I have big plans for this one!!!
