DISCLAIMER: no, I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh so stop calling me!
Okay… I was told that the last part had to much mental talking and I agree it was confusing but I promise it will never, never get that hectic again!
So… are you happy Joey lived? Or not? Who (if anyone) should die?
Right now my couple scheme is going-to-be/is Triston/Tea Yugi/Aesil Yami/Isis Serenity/Seto and Joey will have someone eventually… to say any more would ruin the whole plot of the story.
Thanks to Rikku24, Naomi SilverWolf, Alaena Flame Dragonstar, Archer of the Blue Mist, Naira, KaTyA, and Jadesaber for reviewing this story so far!
As promised this is totally an 'Isis Memory' chapter, please, please help me, I am so unlearned in these areas! :)
And also, I want to make one thing clear(er) for everyone. Yami and Isis are the actual people and Yugi, Joey and Aesil (and everyone else who is in the present and comes back) are reincarnations.
Chapter Nine: Wandering Mind
After Joey was healed, Isis outfitted Yami and Joey with their own chambers, Kaiba left and she retired to her own room.
Isis sat alone in her chamber. Connecting with her hikari was painful for both of them, so their link had been abruptly broken after they called upon The Power. She remembered what she had begun to tell Aesil before about her connection with Yami. The stress of the day finally caught up with her and she lapsed into her own mind.
^^^^^^^^^ Isis's Memory ^^^^^^^
She sat on her reed bed in her home by the Nile, shivering with hidden tears. Her family was dead. Her brother, Yamut was killed by an "accident" in the quarry. Her mother died from food poisoning. Her father was killed by the pharaoh's guards. She was the only one left. She knew the guards of the pharaoh would soon be here to kill her or take her away.
"Isisantra?" a timid voice called from outside the hut.
"Anuesestra!" she cried jovially. A lithe little girl entered the hut.
"My brother heard about your mother. You know the guards will take you away if you have no family to care for you…"
"Oh, I couldn't let your family take me in; I would cause trouble." What she didn't say was that she thought they would kill them so the pharaoh could have her.
"No, my brother has told me to come… because he wants you to come to his house… as his… wife!" the little girl blurted out. Isis gasped. Her brother, Yamut, had been a good friend with Teryoit and she had known he was pining after her…
"Oh Anue, I… I…" the sound of clanking chains outside the hut interrupted their conversation. "Quick Anue!" Isisantra whispered harshly. "Go out the back!" Anuesestra gave her a sad look of farewell and slipped out the back.
The pharaoh's own guards entered the small hut and, without a word, grabbed Isisantra roughly by the arm and pushed her out the door. She could see Anuesestra in the reed, tears filling her eyes as Isisantra was dragged away. The guards slapped heavy cuffs around her ankles and wrists and threw her in a cell in the pharaoh's own house.
Isisantra sat in the gloomy depths for hours and hours before two guards came escorting a finely dressed woman. Isisantra could tell she was one of the pharaoh's servants because of the cuff around her upper arm with an oval plate hanging off it. She gave Isis a happy smile as the guards opened the door of her cell and removed the cuffs on Isis's wrists and ankles.
"Don't be afraid love." The woman said gently when Isisantra shrank away from her touch. "I won't hurt you." Against her will, Isisantra stood and followed the kind woman into a spacious room.
"Here now love, just wait a moment and we'll get you cleaned up." Isisantra stepped into a small tub and the maid, whose name, she found, was Aselita, scrubbed her skin and washed her hair.
Then she was dried off and her skin rubbed down with sacred incenses and washes while Aselita chanted. She soon smelled like a garden of flowers and her skin was its full pale amber shade. Her hair was adorned with sparkles and the maid painted her eyes with kohl. Her cheeks were painted with a form of blush and her fingers cleaned and painted clear, same with her toenails.
Finally, Aselita dressed her in a beautiful linen dress that was high cut in front and stopped at her shoulders, accenting her strong and beautiful arms. Clear silk fell down where the linen ended at her arms and a veil covered her raven black hair.
Isisantra was fully decked out in golden jewelry, including heavy cuff-like golden bands around her wrists and ankles. Decorated gold bands danced around her wrists and upper arms and ankles, while delicate golden bands hung around her throat. When she was done, Isisantra began to look around her room.
"Where does that door lead?" Isisantra asked, pointing to a finely inlaid door at one end of the bedchamber.
Aselita got a nervous look on her face. "That, Mistress, leads to… the Pharaoh's bedchamber." Isisantra gasped. Ideas of what that could mean flowed through her mind along with the excitement of having only a door between her and a living god, especially one as young and handsome as Yamihuit. "Good bye for now, little Mistress, my daughter will be along shortly to care for you. She will be your own personal slave." Aselita continued, closing and locking the main door behind her.
Isisantra crumpled onto her bed and began to cry.
^^^^^^^^ End Isis's Memory ^^^^^^^
'Oh gosh, I didn't want to think that…' Isis yawned and closed her eyes.
^^^^^^^^ Isis's Dream (Memory) ^^^^^^^
"Mistress?" A little voice called from outside the door.
"Anuesestra?" Isisantra said excitedly.
"No, mistress." The voice answered.
"Oh. Come in, little one." She called. She had a pity for children. A little girl entered the room, head bowed. She looked exactly like Isisantra, save for the clothes. Isisantra gasped and began to stutter, but the girl, recovering, spoke.
"Mistress? Are you alright?"
"Child… we look so much alike…"
"Yes Mistress. I know."
"What is your name, child?"
"What ever you wish it to be, mistress." The girl said, biting her lip.
"What was your name?"
"Aesil. But you can call me whatever you want to, mistress." She said.
"Well Aesil," Isisantra said, grinning, "I will have to set a few ground rules here."
"Yes?"
"First of all, you are to call me Isisantra, or, rather Isis. We are going to be friends, not mistress and servant."
"Oh… Thank you mist- er- Isis!"
"And secondly, you can stop bowing your head. We are equal. I was a slave before I came here, and because I was never freed we are still equals! Now, do you know how to read and write?"
"No Isis. No one ever taught me."
"Well, then, I better teach you so when I can I can free you and make you great!"
"You can?" Aesil asked, dumbfounded. Only nobles could read the texts, and Isis had said she had always been a slave.
"Yes. When I was younger I was a servant of a noble. He had a tutor for his son, and on the hot days I was there fanning him and I picked it up."
"Oh, thank you! But are you allowed to? I mean it is illegal to anyone…"
"Then keep it quiet!" Isis said, quieting the little girl's fears.
"Good idea." Aesil said grinning.
"We will be very good friends."
"Yes, I hope so… but there is something you should know. My birth name was not Aesil, it's just what I am called. My birth name was Aesiliartiaea." Aesil bowed her head sadly. Isis wondered what difference it made.
"I understand." She said, though she didn't. "But I will still call you Aesil. Now what say you we start your lessons immediately!"
"Okay!" Aesil replied happily.
^^^^^^^^ End Dream ^^^^^^^
Isis smiled in her sleep. Little Aesiliartiaea was a joy to her, and still was.
^^^^^^^^ Back to the Dream/Memory ^^^^^^^^^
As night drew closer, little Aesil grew tired and Isis sent her home to get some rest. Much to her surprise, Aesil went out a smaller door Isis hadn't noticed to a small bedroom.
"Good-night!" Aesil called, yawning.
"Sleep well, Aesil." Isis called after her. A few minutes after Aesil left, Isis heard movement in the other room beside hers. The pharaoh's. The inlaid door creaked open slowly and a soft light fell into her darkened room. The pharaoh who had killed her family. The ruthless, hard-hearted bastard.
His shadow entered the sanctuary of her room first, then his whole body. He looked right at her, violet eyes piercing her skin and entering her mind. She met his gaze and did what no one had ever done before, held his gaze. Most people looked into the pharaoh's eyes for a moment, some, like his own servant, for minutes at a time, but never long enough for him to withdraw his eyes.
"Is the servant girl serving you well?" he asked, his voice was deep.
"Aesil is a very bright little girl." She snapped. "She and Aselita are kind and gentle. It is strange they are so when they are owned by someone so cruel." Isis's eyes glowed.
"You must have much courage to speak to me like that." Yamihuit said, really astounded now.
"I do have much courage; more then you know." She said angrily. The pharaoh was taken aback by this woman's courage before him, but how? "Now, why am I here?" she added sharply.
"You are here because I ordered it." He answered, voice steely. "Now come here." Isis stood and walked over by him, slowly. He took her arm and escorted her into his chamber, to his bed. Isis felt panic rising to her throat. He sat on the bed and patted the space beside him. She sat down carefully, nervously. They sat in silence for a few moments while he planned his next move. Suddenly, he roughly grabbed her shoulders and turned her around so she was facing him. He kissed her deeply and pushed his tongue past her lips and into her mouth. He put his hand on the back of her head, forcing her to stay where she was. She struggled a little against his grasp, but, as those before her, felt strangely happy. Unlike others, she didn't want it to go further then that.
'Hmm… I wonder what she will do…' Yami thought. Most times they whimpered and begged him to stop, mindless, weak fools. She did quite the opposite. When he released her, she drew back and said in a controlled tone;
"Please, my Pharaoh, please don't." Her tone totally hid the panic in her mind. "I am not the one you want for this; but maybe…" she let her voice trail off.
Yamihuit was really astounded now. He had been told someday The One would come to him, but this was unexpected. 'A woman?' he thought 'what can one woman do?'
As though she had read his mind, she spoke out. "Women are not as weak as they seem, Pharaoh. We are the true strength of Nations, and only one of us could bring unity to Egypt."
He had no idea what she meant.
Neither did she.
"Well, Isisantra, that is your name right?"
"Ah… Yes." Yamihuit bowed his head.
"I am heartily sorry for what I did. And I," Yamihuit said, blushing. "I hope you could forgive me?" Yamihuit raised his eyes to look at her face. Isis was taken aback by his face. He was honest, she could see that at least, and he was… humbled.
"Well… I…" Isis fumbled for words. "I guess I could forgive you, Pharaoh Yamihuit."
"My name," Yamihuit began "is Yamihuit, but would you call me Yami, Isisantra?"
"Only if you call me Isis." She said haughtily.
"Alright, Isis." He said.
"Works out right for me, Yami." Isis replied. "Now, I have a few questions for a certain God Incarnate of Darkness."
To Be Continued…
Alright… I think I will have two chapters about Isisantra and Yamihuit. And for the record, I know it's an interesting name… it's French! It means 'darkness eight' right now. Hehe well I'm not good with the whole Egyptian name deal and it looked better then Yamihut so… yeah…
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