*~*Disclaimer!*~* I'm sick of writing disclaimers. LOL!!! ANYWAY, um....I really have no idea what to put here, besides the usual stuff. Takes place back in the past, and all.......YEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH..........Oh, and yeah i know, this chappie's short, but I wanted to get out of writing such long ones. Plus, this part of the story HAD to be told, no matter how short it was... anyway, here I go!
*~*~*~*~*3003 BC, The Gardens at the Pharaoh's Palace*~*~*~*~*
When the last of the shifting wind had all blown away, and dusk turned into midnight, the festivities of the dance had drawn to a close. Standing alone, Yamara shivered, more from the coming darkness than from cold. The man she had danced with had left for awhile, saying he wanted to show her something and told her to wait. Crossing her arms, Yamara couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding deep inside her heart, like something was going to happen...
"I see not all of the Pharaoh's guests have left for the coming dusk," a low, gravely voice commented behind her.
Yamara closed her eyes, never turning her back as she replied, "Some of us don't want to leave, I suppose."
The silver-haired man behind her chuckled, his darkly outlined eyes glinting with mischief. "Are you sure you weren't just waiting for the right... man, to come around?"
Disgusted, Yamara faced him, scowling. "Leave me alone Ryou, or you'll have to go to bed with a dagger underneath your pillow." She snarled at him, angry that he would open up older wounds than the ones he had just exposed. "What we had can never be again. You're a liar, a thief, a plunderer, a murderer."
"Ooooooh, words shot right through the heart." He commented, grinning with pleasure. "I like a girl who plays rough with words."
Yamara's hand twitched, feeling the urge to slap Ryou with every muscle she had. "Go away! I have no use for you, and it does you no good to hang on to a love lost." Turning away, she began to take a couple steps away from the silver-haired man, who only stood still and grinned.
"I'd forgotten how beautiful you looked. That is, until you open your mouth, Yamara."
Angered, the raven-haired woman growled back in disdain, "My advice: KEEP FORGETTING. Maybe you would stop harassing me for once."
His hand shot out, catching her wrist with ease. "Come on Yamara, think about it: we keep running into each other in the most awkward of places. You, dressing like THAT," he swept his hand up and down in front of her. "It's enough to drive a man mad." Coming closer, Yamara could feel the cloud of sadistic darkness coming from the young man, his bare chest breathing in and out as his chained cloak on his shoulders slackened and tightened with every breath. Ryou drew close, and softly whispered in her ear, "I know what you want, Yamara. You want a better life for yourself, another shot at being not your title, but who you are." He grinned, leering at her as he drew back. "I can give that to you, if only you agree to become my bride."
Ryou's words tempted something in her heart, and for a moment, Yamara hesitated. *No... no, no, no, no! Not Ryou!*
Her eyes flashing a light bluish-purple, the young woman glowered at him, drew her hand back to slap him with a loud THWACK! and spit directly in his face. "Get a life, Ryou. We were over before we had ever begun."
His cheek burning and his chocolate brown eyes flashing, Ryou rubbed his cheek, and frowned at her. With a look of hatred, he sneered at her, like a rabid dog who just got slapped. "Fine. One day, your day will come, Yamara. One day, you'll regret ever crossing me!" Never giving another glance at Yamara, the silver-haired man ran away, as fast as he could go as to not show the tear running down his face.
Yamara huffed, furious at Ryou for ruining her perfect evening. *What a camel's hide! He's SO RUDE!* She scuffed the surface of the steps, thinking back to the night she caught him at his 'job' that left him rich and wealthy every night. *He's a grave robber, with the gull to go and plunder MY parents' tomb... And on the day i happened to be paying worship to them...* She frowned, off balance and distressed.. *He'll get his dues, I suppose.*
"I see milady hasn't left yet," a soft voice spoke from behind her. Yamara's heart skipped a beat, as she slowly twirled around to face her companion. What she saw took her breath away, and sent her mind spinning wildly.
His appearance shocked her. Yami was wearing his silken, high quality pants, that feel long across his golden sandaled feet. His bear chest was adorned with too many chains to count, as were his fingers with rings. On either side of his golden neck piece were the sides of his scarlet red cape, attached to the sides by clamped shimmering pins. Across his forehead lay a Millennium crown piece, the Eye of Horus included, and matching the gold hoop that pierced his right ear. His wrists and upper biceps displayed gleaming gold armbands, embedded with sapphires, rubies and emeralds. There was no doubt about it: Yami was the Pharaoh, in all of his glory.
Dropping to her knees, the raven haired woman paid her respects; bowed in front of the Pharaoh on her hands and knees. Her eyes downcast, she couldn't believe that she had danced with this man, and being the Pharaoh no less!
Yami scowled, saying, "NO! Don't... don't bow..."
"I must, it's customary..."
"No! STOP! Rise! Don't bow, RISE!"
"I bow to the Pharaoh..."
Yami's eyes, with frustrated tears, clasped her hands in his, and slowly forced her to rise. "NO! Don't bow to me! STOP BOWING TO ME!!!!!!!!"
His angry, commanding tone made her jump, causing tears of shame to well in her eyes. She refused to look into the face of the young man; afraid of the death that would follow such an infraction.
Sighing, the Pharaoh lifted her chin, making her eyes even and level with his. "If you... feel as I do, milady, if you feel like your heart is going to jump out of your chest and burst with feelings you've never felt before... If you... love me, open your eyes." He smiled faintly, closing his eyes halfway with severe compassion. "I've known how I've felt about you the moment I saw you, and it wasn't your beauty that drove me to ask you to dance."
He continued on, his words haunting like echoes in her mind. "I didn't see a beautiful, young lady with flowing raven hair. I saw an intelligent, witty, graceful woman who could be every bit my equal and more." He clasped Yamara's lovely face in his hands, softly stroking them affectionately. "I am not your Pharaoh, milady. YOU are my equal, in every aspect of the word. When I am with you, there is nothing I can't do."
In a darkened, overshadowed portion of her heart, Yamara knew these words rang true. Those precious words were what she had held in her heart all along, what she had been dying to hear all her life. To care for someone as she did, and to have them love her in return... and falling for the right person, even though he is the Pharaoh...
She never knew what hit her next. As her eyes cracked open and the sun was rising along the Egyptian border, the Pharaoh of Egypt held his love close, giving into the passion they both shared and kissed her gently on her lips. At first softly and then hungrily, he savored each moment of bliss coming from those lush scarlet lips, wrapping her up in his cape. And the raven-haired Yamara, surprised, never missed a beat, and never complained as they shared one moment of passion with the rising sun.
*~*~*~*~*3003 BC, The Gardens at the Pharaoh's Palace*~*~*~*~*
When the last of the shifting wind had all blown away, and dusk turned into midnight, the festivities of the dance had drawn to a close. Standing alone, Yamara shivered, more from the coming darkness than from cold. The man she had danced with had left for awhile, saying he wanted to show her something and told her to wait. Crossing her arms, Yamara couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding deep inside her heart, like something was going to happen...
"I see not all of the Pharaoh's guests have left for the coming dusk," a low, gravely voice commented behind her.
Yamara closed her eyes, never turning her back as she replied, "Some of us don't want to leave, I suppose."
The silver-haired man behind her chuckled, his darkly outlined eyes glinting with mischief. "Are you sure you weren't just waiting for the right... man, to come around?"
Disgusted, Yamara faced him, scowling. "Leave me alone Ryou, or you'll have to go to bed with a dagger underneath your pillow." She snarled at him, angry that he would open up older wounds than the ones he had just exposed. "What we had can never be again. You're a liar, a thief, a plunderer, a murderer."
"Ooooooh, words shot right through the heart." He commented, grinning with pleasure. "I like a girl who plays rough with words."
Yamara's hand twitched, feeling the urge to slap Ryou with every muscle she had. "Go away! I have no use for you, and it does you no good to hang on to a love lost." Turning away, she began to take a couple steps away from the silver-haired man, who only stood still and grinned.
"I'd forgotten how beautiful you looked. That is, until you open your mouth, Yamara."
Angered, the raven-haired woman growled back in disdain, "My advice: KEEP FORGETTING. Maybe you would stop harassing me for once."
His hand shot out, catching her wrist with ease. "Come on Yamara, think about it: we keep running into each other in the most awkward of places. You, dressing like THAT," he swept his hand up and down in front of her. "It's enough to drive a man mad." Coming closer, Yamara could feel the cloud of sadistic darkness coming from the young man, his bare chest breathing in and out as his chained cloak on his shoulders slackened and tightened with every breath. Ryou drew close, and softly whispered in her ear, "I know what you want, Yamara. You want a better life for yourself, another shot at being not your title, but who you are." He grinned, leering at her as he drew back. "I can give that to you, if only you agree to become my bride."
Ryou's words tempted something in her heart, and for a moment, Yamara hesitated. *No... no, no, no, no! Not Ryou!*
Her eyes flashing a light bluish-purple, the young woman glowered at him, drew her hand back to slap him with a loud THWACK! and spit directly in his face. "Get a life, Ryou. We were over before we had ever begun."
His cheek burning and his chocolate brown eyes flashing, Ryou rubbed his cheek, and frowned at her. With a look of hatred, he sneered at her, like a rabid dog who just got slapped. "Fine. One day, your day will come, Yamara. One day, you'll regret ever crossing me!" Never giving another glance at Yamara, the silver-haired man ran away, as fast as he could go as to not show the tear running down his face.
Yamara huffed, furious at Ryou for ruining her perfect evening. *What a camel's hide! He's SO RUDE!* She scuffed the surface of the steps, thinking back to the night she caught him at his 'job' that left him rich and wealthy every night. *He's a grave robber, with the gull to go and plunder MY parents' tomb... And on the day i happened to be paying worship to them...* She frowned, off balance and distressed.. *He'll get his dues, I suppose.*
"I see milady hasn't left yet," a soft voice spoke from behind her. Yamara's heart skipped a beat, as she slowly twirled around to face her companion. What she saw took her breath away, and sent her mind spinning wildly.
His appearance shocked her. Yami was wearing his silken, high quality pants, that feel long across his golden sandaled feet. His bear chest was adorned with too many chains to count, as were his fingers with rings. On either side of his golden neck piece were the sides of his scarlet red cape, attached to the sides by clamped shimmering pins. Across his forehead lay a Millennium crown piece, the Eye of Horus included, and matching the gold hoop that pierced his right ear. His wrists and upper biceps displayed gleaming gold armbands, embedded with sapphires, rubies and emeralds. There was no doubt about it: Yami was the Pharaoh, in all of his glory.
Dropping to her knees, the raven haired woman paid her respects; bowed in front of the Pharaoh on her hands and knees. Her eyes downcast, she couldn't believe that she had danced with this man, and being the Pharaoh no less!
Yami scowled, saying, "NO! Don't... don't bow..."
"I must, it's customary..."
"No! STOP! Rise! Don't bow, RISE!"
"I bow to the Pharaoh..."
Yami's eyes, with frustrated tears, clasped her hands in his, and slowly forced her to rise. "NO! Don't bow to me! STOP BOWING TO ME!!!!!!!!"
His angry, commanding tone made her jump, causing tears of shame to well in her eyes. She refused to look into the face of the young man; afraid of the death that would follow such an infraction.
Sighing, the Pharaoh lifted her chin, making her eyes even and level with his. "If you... feel as I do, milady, if you feel like your heart is going to jump out of your chest and burst with feelings you've never felt before... If you... love me, open your eyes." He smiled faintly, closing his eyes halfway with severe compassion. "I've known how I've felt about you the moment I saw you, and it wasn't your beauty that drove me to ask you to dance."
He continued on, his words haunting like echoes in her mind. "I didn't see a beautiful, young lady with flowing raven hair. I saw an intelligent, witty, graceful woman who could be every bit my equal and more." He clasped Yamara's lovely face in his hands, softly stroking them affectionately. "I am not your Pharaoh, milady. YOU are my equal, in every aspect of the word. When I am with you, there is nothing I can't do."
In a darkened, overshadowed portion of her heart, Yamara knew these words rang true. Those precious words were what she had held in her heart all along, what she had been dying to hear all her life. To care for someone as she did, and to have them love her in return... and falling for the right person, even though he is the Pharaoh...
She never knew what hit her next. As her eyes cracked open and the sun was rising along the Egyptian border, the Pharaoh of Egypt held his love close, giving into the passion they both shared and kissed her gently on her lips. At first softly and then hungrily, he savored each moment of bliss coming from those lush scarlet lips, wrapping her up in his cape. And the raven-haired Yamara, surprised, never missed a beat, and never complained as they shared one moment of passion with the rising sun.