Castle of Forbidden Dreams
Three
Discover Me

(a.n. – WOW! I didn't realize how long I haven't updated this in. Crap. That's a long time. I apologize to everyone. Forgive me? *Chibi eyes* Okay, well – gomen about that one. But I'm updating now, right? Heh heh . . . Yeah. I've been working on my novel. Yes, I was stupid enough to start a novel, and yes, I do realize I suck at writing. O.o and I apologize for all of the typos in the first chapter. What the hell was I ON when I wrote that? Ah well – please review!)
Disclaimer: Me no own. Me no CLAIM to own. You no sue . . . hopefully. ^_^;;
Random Note: As I have written in this following chapter . . . 'Ou' means "king" and "sama" means "lord or master."

            "Yami! What in the name of all the holy gods did you think you were doing?!" Aknumkanon, Yami's father, bellowed.

          He had just recently got his hair washed, as well as his robes, and his face was clean.

          Yami just looked down and didn't say anything. He had just known that he'd get in trouble for doing something like that. He shouldn't have even suggested it.

          'I'm such an idiot. Now I'm never going to be able to sneak away from here.' Yami thought to himself, in deep meditation.

          Aknumkanon, still looking extremely pissed off, shook his head when he noticed that Yami was not going to respond. "Go up to your room."

          "Yes, sir." Yami muttered as he trudged up the many marble stairs that led to his room.

          Sighing, he flopped down on his bed. "Now I doubt that I'll be able to see Bakura, or Marik, ever again . . . why did I have to go and screw up?"

          The next week, on a Sunday, after a celebration at the shrine in the castle, Yami was sitting in a courtyard, near the back of the palace.

          Someone with light, silvery hair and big blue eyes walked over to him. Yami noticed that she looked in her late twenties. Something about her just reminded him of someone, but he couldn't put his finger on whom.

          "Good morning Master Yami." She said softly and bowed her head.

          "H-hello." Yami said, taken aback for some strange reason.

          "I have been told by Ou-sama to watch over you. Apparently you ran away." Her eyes were twinkling slightly as she spoke.

          Now her personality REALLY made him think of someone he knew. However, he was drawing a blank at whom; he just knew that it was someone.

          "Um, yeah . . . I suppose I kind of did."

          "Might I ask, Master, why would you want to leave such a wonderful place such as this? I'm just lucky to be allowed to serve here, of all places."

          "It's not that great of a place; everyone seems to think it is. I just feel so – so trapped when I'm here. I like it much better outside of here – where I can be with my friends." Yami's heart swelled. It felt so good to say that he had friends who accepted him for who he was.

          "I suppose that would be a good reason to want to leave. Those two boys you were hanging out with . . ." she suddenly stopped and bit her lip. Yami urged her to go on. "Those two boys – I don't know who they were, but apparently Ou-sama has a price on their heads now. I heard this talk in the kitchen. I don't know if it's true or not." She finished sadly.

          "H-he did?!" Yami was in shock. Who would react so harshly on such a harmless prank? This was horrible! He couldn't allow his two best, well – only, friends to be captured. Who knows what horrors they would go through if kidnapped.

          "I'm sorry." She paused. "Might I ask who those two boys were?" She looked almost scared to ask the question, as if Yami would yell at her or something for asking.

          Yami, however, was too much in shock to notice her expressions. "Bakura and Marik . . ." He told her softly.

          The woman's hand fluttered up to her mouth and she gasped quietly.

          "Something wrong?" Yami asked, looking confused at her actions.

          "N-no, nothing Master Yami. Sorry." She replied very quickly.

          Yami decided to ignore her sudden actions, as she seemed like she did not wish to press further on the topic.

          After a while of just sitting around, and some more bouts of small talk, Yami began to feel comfortable around this woman. There was something about her that just put him at ease.

          "So, um, what should I call you?" Yami asked awkwardly.

          "Oh, you may call me whatever you wish, Master Yami."

          "I-I, well," Yami sighed, "I meant – what is your name?"

          "My name? You want to know my name?"

          "Sure."
          "W-well, it's Skye."

          "Okay then." Yami said, smiling.

          "You know," Skye started, "you really will grow up to be a great pharaoh."

          "Ah well, I'm not too sure about that, but thanks anyway."

          Yami then sighed and looked longingly over the castle walls.

          "Anxious to get out there again?" Skye asked him as a mischievous smile played on her lips.

          "Yeah . . . sort of."

          "I won't tell anyone."

          Yami was confused for a second, but then got what she meant.

          "Oh no, no, no! I could never do something like that! If they ever found out that I left, you'd get all of the blame and it would be my entire fault! I couldn't do that to you!" Yami insisted.

          "It's okay. After all, you're hanging out with some interesting people. Your life must be boring with them, huh?"

          "You know them?"

          Skye froze. "Well, no, but from the stories, they do seem like interesting characters." She said quickly – a little too quickly.

          Yami raised an eyebrow. "Mm-hmm, well, if it's okay with you. I'll do my very best not to get caught."

          "Good – now hurry up and get on with it." Skye said, urging him to leave. "And don't worry about them finding out, I'll cover for you.

          "Thank you so much!" Yami exclaimed as he went over to the part of the wall that he was going over at.

          "Oh, and Master . . ." Skye spoke softly. Just as Yami was about to clear the wall, he looked back. "I was lying before – I do know the two boys you spoke of."

          "You do?" Yami asked, surprised. Then suddenly it hit him. That's who Skye reminded him of; physically and personality-wise. Bakura!

          "Well . . . you see . . ." She kept on pausing. "Bakura is my son . . ."

          "I figured as such." Yami said, and Skye looked up at him oddly.

          "You mean you aren't mad that I lied to you?"       

          "Nah, it's all right."

          "Why . . . thank you." Skye gasped, and Yami didn't think she had a whole lot to thank him for. "I meant what I said before, Master Yami, you truly will grow up to be a great leader one day."

          Yami was surprised by this once more. That was one of his biggest fears. He was always scared that all of the people in his land would hate him. Now he knew that at least one person wouldn't. This definitely was a turning point in his life.

          "Ah, um – thanks." Yami finally replied, now sitting on the wall. "Oh, and Bakura told me to tell you that he says 'hello'." Yami stated as he disappeared over the wall.

          This time he almost landed on his feet, but still ended up in the dirt. He was getting better at it, however.

          It was a hot day out, hotter than normal, and Yami was soon becoming tiresome as he walked the way to Marik's home.

          He did finally get there, however, and when he knocked at the door, he was surprised that he didn't get his usual cheery greeting from Marik. Instead, this one was quite . . . gloomy, actually.

          "Ah, hey. Why so sad?" Yami asked, never have seen Marik like this before.

          "I can't find Bakura." He stated bluntly.

          "W-what do you mean?!"

          "HE'S GONE! I don't know where he went. I'm worried that they might have kidnapped him for that STUPID money that YOUR dad decided to put out for me and him just because he can't take any BRUISING to his FREAKING ego!"

          "Oh. So it's true then?"   

          "OF COURSE IT'S TRUE!"

          "No need to yell, Marik. This isn't Yami's fault." Someone from the back room spoke calmly, and Yami guessed that it was Marik's sister that he had been told about.

          "I-I know . . . I'm sorry, Yami. I'm just frustrated, that's all. I miss Bakura . . ."

          "Well then, we'll have to go find him!" Yami said determinedly.

(a.n. – Yay. I finished it. Sorry if that was a boring chapter. No humor in this one, sorry. But I am leading up to something in the plot. At least I think I am. Let me believe that I actually know what I'm doing. Heh heh – yeah, and as far as I know, that really is Yami's dad's name. Got it off a site – blame them, not me. Eh heh heh – yeah – CLICK THE REVIEW BUTTON AND WRITE SOMETHING! Constructive criticism is okay. And I'm running out of ideas, sort of. So if you have any – please send. I'll even give you credit and everything! Heh heh – Ja ne!)