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****Hey...I'm back...or at least the fic is. I'm really sorry that I haven't written since *looks at internet page that says updates and gasps* OMG has it really been that long?? NOVEMBER 28, 2002??!! Wow, I'm really sorry. Well I'm finally updating so please read and review it would be most appreciated. Uhh...where did we leave off...oh yes...this chapter is going to contain a flashback of ancient Egypt. The part of Orchid and Malik more so. I am gonna try and make it longer so its more worth while. And I'm going to have a preview of the next chapter like always. Read away...****
/ = Yugi's thoughts
// = Yami's thoughts
= Ryou's thoughts
= Bakura's thoughts
( ) = My comments (or my Yami's *laugh*)
****
Chapter 5: A Look At The Ancient Past
****
Orchid turned her beautiful pink eyes, that were filled with tears, to look at Malik.
"Yes, I do," Orchid's voice was as soft as a slow breeze on the beach in early morning.
****FLASHBACK****
Orchid stepped out of the golden chariot and onto the stone walkway into the palace of Abu Simbel (that's the place in Egypt with the big statures of the sun god Ra out in the front. It is carved out of the side of a cliff. This was for all of you uneducated fools that don't know what Abu Simbel is. Sorry, I know a ton about ancient Egypt its been a passion of my since I was 5.). She glided into the great halls and down to a great room. It had a bed and cabinet that held clothes.
"Miss Orchid, would you like anything to drink? Before you're voage to see you're master, the pharaoh?" (*gasp* yes YAMI) a man said from the doorway.
Without turning around to face the servant Orchid shook her head. "No, that is quite alright, I'm fine".
Orchid heard the man's soft footsteps on the marble floor as he walked away. She let out a heavy sigh.
"I don't want to marry this...pharaoh. I wasn't meant to be treated like this. I am in love and it doesn't matter!" Orchid whispered to herself. Tears streamed down her cheek as an image of her lover appeared in her head. She blinked them away and continued packing her belongings away into her trunk. She had to move to the pharaoh's palace and live there with him.
"Miss?? I'm sorry to interrupt, but it is time we are leaving for the pharoah's palace. His magasty has his high priest here to pick you up and ready you for him," another man said, again from her doorway.
Orchid turned around to look at the man. He was small and he was very skinny, most likely due to the poor food rations that they give the servants. She felt sadness and pity for the man and slowly nodded.
"Alright, I'll follow you," Orchid replied quietly. She picked up her trunk, which happened to be amazingly light. She just got to Abu Simbel when she was chosen to be the pharaoh's mistress and possible future wife.
"No, no miss, let me get that," the servant said as he hurried over to take her trunk.
Orchid held on to her trunk tightly. She thought slavery was wrong, why should somebody else have to carry her things now that she was close to royalty? When she was a peasant, nobody cared and she was just a girl with a pretty face that everybody expected to be a lowly mistress of the highest street bidder. Either that, or a slave for another peasant that happened to have more money than she. No one ever dreamed that she would actually audition, by ways of her parents and other people, to be the pharaoh's mistress or even his potential wife.
"Please, let me, I WANT to handle it. Say, what is your name?" Orchid replied.
The man was stunned a smile came upon his dust-crusted face. "Why, how kind you are, not to mention beautiful. My name is Sam, but most people refer to me as 'you there slave, fetch me something'," the man laughed.
Orchid laughed with him. "You are a clever man Sam, you flatter me. What brought you to work here?"
"Well, I was a boy and my parents died, so I roamed the streets looking for food scraps for my meals. A soldier that worked for the pharaoh, the old one, not King Yami, picked me up. He said I looked like slave material, and I was placed here. I am honored that I am here in your presence and working for the higher class. True it may be more work, and harsher words they call me. But it sure as hell beats working for a peasant like myself. Sorry for my language ma'am," Sam explained.
Orchid smiled. "No trouble, and I am glad you are happy. I'm growing fond of you, would you like to come with me to the pharaoh's palace?"
"I am honnered that you would ask me such a thing," Sam replied with a grin. He bowed to Orchid. "But I am not so sure that the soldiers, mostly my boss, would be too thrilled with that idea,"
"That's not a problem, I mean, I'll talk to them," Orchid said. "If I have a friend going into that place, I'm better off than going alone."
"Wow, you're my first friend too. This is an extraordinary feeling, is it not?" Same agreed.
"I say, yes it is," Orchid replied with a laugh. "But we best be off, before they send gaurds after me."
"Yes, I agree, well, let me get that trunk of yours," Sam said. When he saw Orchid's look of determination about carrying her own chest, he replied "I insist!"
"Fine," Orchid gave in. She gave her chest to Sam and followed him out of the room. They walked down the long corridors, and as Orchid walked by the rooms, she peered in to discover what was inside. Some had unpacked boxes of things, some had empty beds, and some had things Orchid couldn't decode.
Orchid followed Sam out to the outside of the palace and saw the pharaoh's high priest, Seto. Priest Seto waved to them and slowly walked over to them.
"Well, the pharaoh made a good decision when it comes to picking a mistress. He's expecting you, we must get you there to his palace and ready you to meet him, and have your meeting with him. Plus there's dinner to ready for," Seto said as he looked Orchid over from head to toe over and over again.
"I have one request, that you take this man with us," Orchid pointed to Sam, who smiled wide.
"Fine, but hurry, we have much to do. Put that trunk in the back of the chariot, servant man. Come, come, into the chariot," Seto ushered Orchid into the sitting compartment and shut the door behind them.
"Yes, well, tell me your story. It is a long way to the palace, and we should talk about something, or we will bore each other to death with our staring," Seto laughed.
"My story of what?" Orchid asked confused. Her eyes had worry hidden in them.
"Of how you came to audition to become the pharaoh's mistress and won, and all of that," Seto explained.
"Oh, that story. Well, my father and mother were always proud of the way I looked. When they heard their friends talk about how they thought I would be a mistress to the lonely, poor, average peasant that paid the most they were furious. They raged about it for hours, so when they heard about that the new pharaoh was looking for a mistress and a future wife, they took charge. I know it's hard to find out about this sort of thing, but my father's best friend has no child, and he works in the palace, so he told my father about it. My parents were so sure that I would be chosen and put down the path for a better life that no matter what the cost was they had to enter me. They had to sell almost all of their belongings and treasures to get the entrance fee. Then they had to actually be able to get my name on the list, they had to try to persuade the guards to put me on the roster. They simply wouldn't have it, so my parents were depressed for ages. One day I was outside working, I had a job of cleaning and doing housework for a richer neighbor, the pay went to my parents. A man went by outside me, you, and you saw my face, and decided to enter me. The palace servants prepared me to be in the competition. Not a single person, other than my proud parents, thought I would win. I had no dance training, or beauty school, nothing of the sort. But before the show *pause*," Orchid stopped. An image of the boy she loved popped into her head. She had met him at the very same competition that she found her fate. He was a scribe, for the pharaoh. His highest, personal scribe. She met him when he talked to her and walked her down the walkway into the palace. He was her dance partner, and he was her escort for the whole day. The memories of them laughing and talking were like the sweet smell of roses. The kisses that they shared were like shooting stars through the Milky Way. "Then during the competition I decided that I had to win, to prove to the people that I, a lowly peasant girl could get to be the lover of a pharaoh if they tried, and to honor my parents. I danced, and I walked, I glided, as if I were a butterfly flying high in the sky over a patch of daisies. Then I won, even after I motivated myself to win, not even I imagined I would win. But I did, and then I sat in my throne at the side of the wondrous King Yami, in shock. I was showered with gifts to honor me, and my parents were thrilled. I had never seen them so happy. But then, when I talked to the pharaoh, I found that he, like me, was once underestimated. And we really got along. But to tell the truth, I am truly very scared. I am a virgin, and I am only 15, King Yami is 16, and the thought of me baring a child is horrifying," Orchid's eyes clearly showed the fear she was expressing with her words.
"Well, I understand that feeling, I too am only 16, and if I were in King Yami's position I think I would be just as scared as you are. I believe that Yami does, too, feel like you and I don't think anything serious will happen. He may fool the public and make us assume something happened, but I don't really think he'd go through with that sort of thing this soon," High Priest Seto said with a warm smile. "Plus he is a very nice man, as you know, and I think he will listen to you if you would tell him what you told me. He is strong, but he is still compassionate."
Orchid's face suddenly had a smile appear on it. "Thank you, that means a lot to me".
The chariot arrived and Seto escorted Orchid to her room to get ready.
After Orchid was ready, they were actually ahead of schedule, and she was allowed to rest in her quarters.
The door slowly creaked open and a young, handsome man walked in. He, too, looked to be the age of 16.
"Malik!" Orchid sqeeked with joy. "I've missed you terribly!" She got up from her chair and ran to him.
Malik smiled and took her into his arms. "I've missed you too Orchid. You look extraordinary! I don't know how we are going to be able to see each other, you know with you being my master's mistress and all. I can sneak in like this when you are alone, but if we are caught...it could be both of our lives," Malik said with worry in his voice. "I love you too much for that to happen!"
****END OF FLASHBACK****
"Oh Malik, that was one of the worst days of my life, the day when I had my first dinner with the pharaoh," Orchid sobbed into Malik's chest. "I thought I'd never get to see you again!"
"Shh...simmer down baby girl. We're together now, and most of everything worked out back then too," Malik comforted the weeping girl in his arms.
Suddenly, there was a loud scream downstairs. Orchid and Malik looked to each other and then they both jumped up. They rushed down the stairs..
****So...what do you think??? Please, please review it! I'd really appreciate it. The next chapter is about what happened downstairs. It also might contain another small flashback to ancient Egypt. I might not update for a few days...I have tons of fics and I need to type them and enter them online. I have another pen name it's Kykura....it has many fics that a lot of my friends LOVE so check it out and read and review those fics. I also have an account on Fictionpress it too is Kykura (*gasp* my yami's name! *laugh*) So keep checking back for more updates!!****
****Hey...I'm back...or at least the fic is. I'm really sorry that I haven't written since *looks at internet page that says updates and gasps* OMG has it really been that long?? NOVEMBER 28, 2002??!! Wow, I'm really sorry. Well I'm finally updating so please read and review it would be most appreciated. Uhh...where did we leave off...oh yes...this chapter is going to contain a flashback of ancient Egypt. The part of Orchid and Malik more so. I am gonna try and make it longer so its more worth while. And I'm going to have a preview of the next chapter like always. Read away...****
/ = Yugi's thoughts
// = Yami's thoughts
= Ryou's thoughts
= Bakura's thoughts
( ) = My comments (or my Yami's *laugh*)
****
Chapter 5: A Look At The Ancient Past
****
Orchid turned her beautiful pink eyes, that were filled with tears, to look at Malik.
"Yes, I do," Orchid's voice was as soft as a slow breeze on the beach in early morning.
****FLASHBACK****
Orchid stepped out of the golden chariot and onto the stone walkway into the palace of Abu Simbel (that's the place in Egypt with the big statures of the sun god Ra out in the front. It is carved out of the side of a cliff. This was for all of you uneducated fools that don't know what Abu Simbel is. Sorry, I know a ton about ancient Egypt its been a passion of my since I was 5.). She glided into the great halls and down to a great room. It had a bed and cabinet that held clothes.
"Miss Orchid, would you like anything to drink? Before you're voage to see you're master, the pharaoh?" (*gasp* yes YAMI) a man said from the doorway.
Without turning around to face the servant Orchid shook her head. "No, that is quite alright, I'm fine".
Orchid heard the man's soft footsteps on the marble floor as he walked away. She let out a heavy sigh.
"I don't want to marry this...pharaoh. I wasn't meant to be treated like this. I am in love and it doesn't matter!" Orchid whispered to herself. Tears streamed down her cheek as an image of her lover appeared in her head. She blinked them away and continued packing her belongings away into her trunk. She had to move to the pharaoh's palace and live there with him.
"Miss?? I'm sorry to interrupt, but it is time we are leaving for the pharoah's palace. His magasty has his high priest here to pick you up and ready you for him," another man said, again from her doorway.
Orchid turned around to look at the man. He was small and he was very skinny, most likely due to the poor food rations that they give the servants. She felt sadness and pity for the man and slowly nodded.
"Alright, I'll follow you," Orchid replied quietly. She picked up her trunk, which happened to be amazingly light. She just got to Abu Simbel when she was chosen to be the pharaoh's mistress and possible future wife.
"No, no miss, let me get that," the servant said as he hurried over to take her trunk.
Orchid held on to her trunk tightly. She thought slavery was wrong, why should somebody else have to carry her things now that she was close to royalty? When she was a peasant, nobody cared and she was just a girl with a pretty face that everybody expected to be a lowly mistress of the highest street bidder. Either that, or a slave for another peasant that happened to have more money than she. No one ever dreamed that she would actually audition, by ways of her parents and other people, to be the pharaoh's mistress or even his potential wife.
"Please, let me, I WANT to handle it. Say, what is your name?" Orchid replied.
The man was stunned a smile came upon his dust-crusted face. "Why, how kind you are, not to mention beautiful. My name is Sam, but most people refer to me as 'you there slave, fetch me something'," the man laughed.
Orchid laughed with him. "You are a clever man Sam, you flatter me. What brought you to work here?"
"Well, I was a boy and my parents died, so I roamed the streets looking for food scraps for my meals. A soldier that worked for the pharaoh, the old one, not King Yami, picked me up. He said I looked like slave material, and I was placed here. I am honored that I am here in your presence and working for the higher class. True it may be more work, and harsher words they call me. But it sure as hell beats working for a peasant like myself. Sorry for my language ma'am," Sam explained.
Orchid smiled. "No trouble, and I am glad you are happy. I'm growing fond of you, would you like to come with me to the pharaoh's palace?"
"I am honnered that you would ask me such a thing," Sam replied with a grin. He bowed to Orchid. "But I am not so sure that the soldiers, mostly my boss, would be too thrilled with that idea,"
"That's not a problem, I mean, I'll talk to them," Orchid said. "If I have a friend going into that place, I'm better off than going alone."
"Wow, you're my first friend too. This is an extraordinary feeling, is it not?" Same agreed.
"I say, yes it is," Orchid replied with a laugh. "But we best be off, before they send gaurds after me."
"Yes, I agree, well, let me get that trunk of yours," Sam said. When he saw Orchid's look of determination about carrying her own chest, he replied "I insist!"
"Fine," Orchid gave in. She gave her chest to Sam and followed him out of the room. They walked down the long corridors, and as Orchid walked by the rooms, she peered in to discover what was inside. Some had unpacked boxes of things, some had empty beds, and some had things Orchid couldn't decode.
Orchid followed Sam out to the outside of the palace and saw the pharaoh's high priest, Seto. Priest Seto waved to them and slowly walked over to them.
"Well, the pharaoh made a good decision when it comes to picking a mistress. He's expecting you, we must get you there to his palace and ready you to meet him, and have your meeting with him. Plus there's dinner to ready for," Seto said as he looked Orchid over from head to toe over and over again.
"I have one request, that you take this man with us," Orchid pointed to Sam, who smiled wide.
"Fine, but hurry, we have much to do. Put that trunk in the back of the chariot, servant man. Come, come, into the chariot," Seto ushered Orchid into the sitting compartment and shut the door behind them.
"Yes, well, tell me your story. It is a long way to the palace, and we should talk about something, or we will bore each other to death with our staring," Seto laughed.
"My story of what?" Orchid asked confused. Her eyes had worry hidden in them.
"Of how you came to audition to become the pharaoh's mistress and won, and all of that," Seto explained.
"Oh, that story. Well, my father and mother were always proud of the way I looked. When they heard their friends talk about how they thought I would be a mistress to the lonely, poor, average peasant that paid the most they were furious. They raged about it for hours, so when they heard about that the new pharaoh was looking for a mistress and a future wife, they took charge. I know it's hard to find out about this sort of thing, but my father's best friend has no child, and he works in the palace, so he told my father about it. My parents were so sure that I would be chosen and put down the path for a better life that no matter what the cost was they had to enter me. They had to sell almost all of their belongings and treasures to get the entrance fee. Then they had to actually be able to get my name on the list, they had to try to persuade the guards to put me on the roster. They simply wouldn't have it, so my parents were depressed for ages. One day I was outside working, I had a job of cleaning and doing housework for a richer neighbor, the pay went to my parents. A man went by outside me, you, and you saw my face, and decided to enter me. The palace servants prepared me to be in the competition. Not a single person, other than my proud parents, thought I would win. I had no dance training, or beauty school, nothing of the sort. But before the show *pause*," Orchid stopped. An image of the boy she loved popped into her head. She had met him at the very same competition that she found her fate. He was a scribe, for the pharaoh. His highest, personal scribe. She met him when he talked to her and walked her down the walkway into the palace. He was her dance partner, and he was her escort for the whole day. The memories of them laughing and talking were like the sweet smell of roses. The kisses that they shared were like shooting stars through the Milky Way. "Then during the competition I decided that I had to win, to prove to the people that I, a lowly peasant girl could get to be the lover of a pharaoh if they tried, and to honor my parents. I danced, and I walked, I glided, as if I were a butterfly flying high in the sky over a patch of daisies. Then I won, even after I motivated myself to win, not even I imagined I would win. But I did, and then I sat in my throne at the side of the wondrous King Yami, in shock. I was showered with gifts to honor me, and my parents were thrilled. I had never seen them so happy. But then, when I talked to the pharaoh, I found that he, like me, was once underestimated. And we really got along. But to tell the truth, I am truly very scared. I am a virgin, and I am only 15, King Yami is 16, and the thought of me baring a child is horrifying," Orchid's eyes clearly showed the fear she was expressing with her words.
"Well, I understand that feeling, I too am only 16, and if I were in King Yami's position I think I would be just as scared as you are. I believe that Yami does, too, feel like you and I don't think anything serious will happen. He may fool the public and make us assume something happened, but I don't really think he'd go through with that sort of thing this soon," High Priest Seto said with a warm smile. "Plus he is a very nice man, as you know, and I think he will listen to you if you would tell him what you told me. He is strong, but he is still compassionate."
Orchid's face suddenly had a smile appear on it. "Thank you, that means a lot to me".
The chariot arrived and Seto escorted Orchid to her room to get ready.
After Orchid was ready, they were actually ahead of schedule, and she was allowed to rest in her quarters.
The door slowly creaked open and a young, handsome man walked in. He, too, looked to be the age of 16.
"Malik!" Orchid sqeeked with joy. "I've missed you terribly!" She got up from her chair and ran to him.
Malik smiled and took her into his arms. "I've missed you too Orchid. You look extraordinary! I don't know how we are going to be able to see each other, you know with you being my master's mistress and all. I can sneak in like this when you are alone, but if we are caught...it could be both of our lives," Malik said with worry in his voice. "I love you too much for that to happen!"
****END OF FLASHBACK****
"Oh Malik, that was one of the worst days of my life, the day when I had my first dinner with the pharaoh," Orchid sobbed into Malik's chest. "I thought I'd never get to see you again!"
"Shh...simmer down baby girl. We're together now, and most of everything worked out back then too," Malik comforted the weeping girl in his arms.
Suddenly, there was a loud scream downstairs. Orchid and Malik looked to each other and then they both jumped up. They rushed down the stairs..
****So...what do you think??? Please, please review it! I'd really appreciate it. The next chapter is about what happened downstairs. It also might contain another small flashback to ancient Egypt. I might not update for a few days...I have tons of fics and I need to type them and enter them online. I have another pen name it's Kykura....it has many fics that a lot of my friends LOVE so check it out and read and review those fics. I also have an account on Fictionpress it too is Kykura (*gasp* my yami's name! *laugh*) So keep checking back for more updates!!****