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^ ^ Okay, I am at my moms and I am in a bad mood. . . so i've decided to update. ^ ^; yes no logic was involved!
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- - Transfer Students - - Yume Yui and Mahina Jaz Tanzir - - Chapter Sixteen: Final Warning - - Setting ~ Modern Day Japan - -
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Ankhmute walked with her books intertwined in her arms. She had been out of school for a few days and she needed to go back. Her eyes scanned the passing kids as she shuffled into the school.
Kaiba shuffled behind her with his normal don't-come-near-me look, his blue eyes never letting Ankhmute out of sight. Just in case Amenhotep decided he wanted to come back.
The school day went on progressively slow. The classes were easy and served no purpose to Ankhmute as she stared at the chalk board and copied the notes there. Her mind drifted on several topics, dancing upon each one as if they were as fragile as glass. Her heart faltered during one of her classes and she felt her mind slip away from her.
"Ankhmute," a voice called her mind away. "Ankhmute," it smiled. Her mind felt like it was being turned off and Ankhmute felt herself falling. Her head began to throb in pain and her eyes fluttered open.
"Yume, are you okay?" A boy asked helping her up from off the floor. He had deep purple eyes that reminded her of someone she once knew.
"I am sure I will be," Ankhmute said unsure of her own health. "It was nothing, Menatho," her mind responded without thinking. The boy blinked and gave her an odd look.
"You know my real name?" He asked puzzled.
"Of course, you're the captain of the guards," Ankhmute said beginning to gather her books from around her. She paused for a moment and looked up at Malik.
"Call me Malik here," He said handing Ankhmute her last book. Ankhmute thought about it for a moment and then nodded. "You sure you're okay?"
"I am sure it's nothing, although my head hurts a bit," she said smiling.
"Would you like me to walk you to the nurse?" Malik asked politely. Ankhmute shook her head and thanked him before turning on her heel. Her eyes widened and she felt a dark shadow fall over the room.
The shadows twisted and turned like black smoke and then fixed themselves into the shape of a man.
"Amenhotep," Ankhmute breathed the name. The shadow laughed and stared at her with blood thirsty eyes.
"You can still mouth my name," the shadow smiled.
"I told you to stay away from me!" Ankhmute whispered in harsh words. Malik watched Amenhotep grab onto Ankhmute's wrist letting her books fall to the ground.
"And I told you I would seek revenge against you," Amenhotep sneered.
"Are you here to take me again?" Ankhmute asked in a flat tone. Her eyes drifted away from his face and onto memories of her last encounter with the pharaoh.
"I have no need to take you against," Amenhotep smiled, "but I have a great need to end your suffering and kill you now. I have left you alive too long, I am afraid."
"Then what will happen next?"
"I will kill Set," Amenhotep sneered. Ankhmute's eyes widened at the thought of her love getting killed. She shook her head wildly shaking free the images her mind was producing.
"Never!" She growled. "I'll never let you go after Set!" She tried to jump forward and attack the pharaoh, but he still held her wrist. All he had to do was squeeze on her fragile bones and she let out a loud whimper of pain stopping her assault immediately.
"What will you do, little Ankhmute?" Amenhotep smiled watching Ankhmute cringe in pain and fear as he produced a small knife from his pocket.
Ankhmute looked around wildly for anyone who could see Amenhotep's onslaught, but she realized they had been covered in shadows. All of her hope seemed to fail her in an instant, like someone kicking a rock down a bottomless pit.
Ankhmute watched the blade fall against her throat and felt the few cold-red drops of blood fall down her throat.
"Set, I love you," she whispered.
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*evil laughter* really big cliff! because I am mad at my mom .
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^ ^ Okay, I am at my moms and I am in a bad mood. . . so i've decided to update. ^ ^; yes no logic was involved!
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- - Transfer Students - - Yume Yui and Mahina Jaz Tanzir - - Chapter Sixteen: Final Warning - - Setting ~ Modern Day Japan - -
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Ankhmute walked with her books intertwined in her arms. She had been out of school for a few days and she needed to go back. Her eyes scanned the passing kids as she shuffled into the school.
Kaiba shuffled behind her with his normal don't-come-near-me look, his blue eyes never letting Ankhmute out of sight. Just in case Amenhotep decided he wanted to come back.
The school day went on progressively slow. The classes were easy and served no purpose to Ankhmute as she stared at the chalk board and copied the notes there. Her mind drifted on several topics, dancing upon each one as if they were as fragile as glass. Her heart faltered during one of her classes and she felt her mind slip away from her.
"Ankhmute," a voice called her mind away. "Ankhmute," it smiled. Her mind felt like it was being turned off and Ankhmute felt herself falling. Her head began to throb in pain and her eyes fluttered open.
"Yume, are you okay?" A boy asked helping her up from off the floor. He had deep purple eyes that reminded her of someone she once knew.
"I am sure I will be," Ankhmute said unsure of her own health. "It was nothing, Menatho," her mind responded without thinking. The boy blinked and gave her an odd look.
"You know my real name?" He asked puzzled.
"Of course, you're the captain of the guards," Ankhmute said beginning to gather her books from around her. She paused for a moment and looked up at Malik.
"Call me Malik here," He said handing Ankhmute her last book. Ankhmute thought about it for a moment and then nodded. "You sure you're okay?"
"I am sure it's nothing, although my head hurts a bit," she said smiling.
"Would you like me to walk you to the nurse?" Malik asked politely. Ankhmute shook her head and thanked him before turning on her heel. Her eyes widened and she felt a dark shadow fall over the room.
The shadows twisted and turned like black smoke and then fixed themselves into the shape of a man.
"Amenhotep," Ankhmute breathed the name. The shadow laughed and stared at her with blood thirsty eyes.
"You can still mouth my name," the shadow smiled.
"I told you to stay away from me!" Ankhmute whispered in harsh words. Malik watched Amenhotep grab onto Ankhmute's wrist letting her books fall to the ground.
"And I told you I would seek revenge against you," Amenhotep sneered.
"Are you here to take me again?" Ankhmute asked in a flat tone. Her eyes drifted away from his face and onto memories of her last encounter with the pharaoh.
"I have no need to take you against," Amenhotep smiled, "but I have a great need to end your suffering and kill you now. I have left you alive too long, I am afraid."
"Then what will happen next?"
"I will kill Set," Amenhotep sneered. Ankhmute's eyes widened at the thought of her love getting killed. She shook her head wildly shaking free the images her mind was producing.
"Never!" She growled. "I'll never let you go after Set!" She tried to jump forward and attack the pharaoh, but he still held her wrist. All he had to do was squeeze on her fragile bones and she let out a loud whimper of pain stopping her assault immediately.
"What will you do, little Ankhmute?" Amenhotep smiled watching Ankhmute cringe in pain and fear as he produced a small knife from his pocket.
Ankhmute looked around wildly for anyone who could see Amenhotep's onslaught, but she realized they had been covered in shadows. All of her hope seemed to fail her in an instant, like someone kicking a rock down a bottomless pit.
Ankhmute watched the blade fall against her throat and felt the few cold-red drops of blood fall down her throat.
"Set, I love you," she whispered.
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*evil laughter* really big cliff! because I am mad at my mom .
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