A/N: Wow, I didn't expect a positive
response for this little scrap of a
fic! I'm most pleasantly surprised. ^^
I do believe quite a few of you got the
wrong idea when I posted before. I don't
plan on pairing Anzu-chan up with Bakura
nor having boys fight over her in such a way.
This is a yuri fic which means that it is
a female/female romance in this case Mai/Anzu.
I'm sorry if this disappointed some of you but
this fic is about Anzu change from a lost
Princess into... well into something
else. ^_~ I don't want to give away plot pieces...
Also, if Yuri doesn't bother you I hope Yaoi (boyXboy)
doesn't cause it's also chalked full of other couples
that are quite yaoi. ^^
Anyway, if anyone is still reading this now this chapter
is pretty much another transition chappie and no yuri
until the next one.
I don't own yugioh, might I add. It would be closer
to true to say it owns me, thank you very much. *nod nod*
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Chapter 1: Palace Raid
---------------------
"Lady Anzu! Lady Anzu, where are you?!"
Anzu groaned under her breath. It was absolutely impossible
to get away from servants and guards! As soon as Yami had left
one of the servant girls had turned up saying how she shouldn't
be by herself, especially not outside. The blue eyed girl
rolled her eyes although no one see her sitting square on
the ground against the farthest wall of the garden. She
hated how everyone always fussed over her and insisted on
treating her like some sort of pet, a delicate and refined
young woman who would become queen of the lands. She'd
never know anything else though, it was all she could do
but play her part in such a roll. Sighing helplessly she
wondered why she had always taken such a role quietly
and without question.
Was she so unwilling to defy her father?
Of course.
The man controlled everything in her life and everyone in
Egypt as well. With a simple motion anyone's life could be
claimed be they poor city dweller or heir to the throne,
it mattered not. Pharaoh's will was that of the Gods and
not one defied it.
The sound of foot steps was heard on the stoned path near Anzu.
"Nyu? You here?" a male voice called quietly.
Anzu raised an eyebrow. Wasn't Nyu that new servant boy? She
recalled a boy with shaggy black hair and blue-gray eyes
that acted as a messenger in the palace.
"I told you I would didn't I, your majesty? I wouldn't let
you down my lord."
An Amused snort was heard.
"You really are still acting much to servant like for my
taste, lad. Were ready then, what is the status of the
scrolls?" (1)
Anzu pressed her flat palms against the ground knuckles
going white. She wasn't sure what this man was discussing
with the servant boy but she didn't like the sound of it.
"The High Priest has them sealed somewhere. I couldn't get anymore
information without arousing suspicion. However, a have information
which is vital to finding out."
"Damn, you couldn't get anymore out of anyone?"
"I'm rather attached to my neck majesty, as I said before
getting people to notice my questioning would not be wise."
"Well be useful than, as soon as he finish you are to go
into the city. Find Gem and Gold (2) at there place and tell
them I wish to speak with them. Stay the night there if you
can and return to the den the next day, got it?"
"Yeah, yeah, you gonna make me wait again?"
"He'll be there when you get home brat, just follow orders
and you'll do fine."
"Fine, what's the signal?"
Before the other man could answer a high pitch shriek tore
from a nearby area of the palace.
"That would be it." , the man said simply. "See ya kid."
Anzu stood pressing herself fully against the wall with
shaky legs. What had she overheard? Who were these people?
Another scream came from the building and the sound of echoing
foot steps was heard. Anzu looked from behind the tree near her
to see a pair of guards slightly bloodied slumped over near Nyu.
One of them coughed up blood.
"Boy, find a healer... hurry..."
The short child for a moment seemed ready to do as his superior
said but a second later Anzu felt her heart wrench as his
eyes turned coldly to the men and a blade appeared in his hand.
He slashed there throats quickly the bodies collapsing with a sickening
thump on the ground.
Anzu covered her mouth looking on in pure terror.
"Bastards..." mumbled Nyu softly. "Can't even kill right, letting em
get away like that. Lord Malik's gonna here of this."
Lord Malik? Anzu still shaking over the murders she'd seen puzzled
over the name. Had she heard the name before? It sounded somewhat
familiar...
She was taken from her thoughts by the sudden appearance of another
guard this one clothed in crimson, the mark of the prince's guard.
He'd snuck behind Nyu and now had the boy by the back of his tunic,
the blade he's wedge lay forgotten on the ground as he struggled.
"So, your one of the bandit's boy? Yours will be a fate worse than
death that'll I'll make sure of..."
Anzu watched just as silent. The boy would get what he deserved,
whatever it may be... he'd killed those men and plotted against
the Pharaoh and he would be punished fully by the might of her
father... But... Why was it she got the sudden urge to help the
child?
She thought no more of this however when a figure appear next to
her. He was taller than her but not as tall as the guard and clothed
strangely completely in tan dyed crimson with blood of those
he killed no doubt with drops not quite soaked in here and there.
The strangest thing about him was from toe to head he was wrapped
in the cloth, layers were wrapped completely and snugly around
his body while outer layers flowed outward like a robe concealing
most of his shape. Eyes peered out from under the wrap on his
face dark and glittering with a purple hue. Weapons of all sorts
hung at his surprisingly well rounded hips. He clutched a sword
in one hand.
The bandit pulled Anzu to him roughly gripping her tightly
against him with the blade to her throat. She was frozen against
him immediately.
"Hey you!" the bandit who now held Anzu growled in a voice far
too deep to be there true one. "Drop the boy."
The guard still holding Nyu glanced over at the masked bandit and
saw Anzu pale with fear against him. Scared for her life she
pleaded with her eyes for him help her.
It didn't matter what the man choose though because a second later
the sharp end of a sword was sticking through his chest and Nyu
fell to the ground the dead guard on top of him. Anzu's captor
didn't loosen his grip at all even after he fell and now all
there could see another man standing, a rogue-ish air about him
as his crimson cloak stirred slightly his face hidden by the hood.
"You really should be more careful Mokuba. He would have had
you if I hadn't been here with distraction." (3)
He nodded a thanks to the one who held Anzu.
Anzu glared at the child as he climbed out from under the dead.
A traitor to Egypt who even his given name was false. Mokuba
scrawled slightly pulling at the tunic he wore so that his belt
was visible. Four tiny but obviously quite sharp daggers were
tucked into the rough material.
"I could have handled it if need be, highness. What good would
I be if I couldn't?"
The man who had Anzu cleared his throat loudly and both of
the bandits looked towards him.
"What about this one?"
The man released Anzu throat keeping a hold on her arm though
and she opened her mouth to scream only to find herself once
again with a blade to her tender flesh.
"Scream and you'll regret it."
At this she whimpered softly. The bandit who seemed to be the
leader came forward pushing his hood back to give him as
well as her a better view. She couldn't hold back a gasp.
The man was strange but stunning with long silver hair and
crimson-brown eyes, a set of three scars one across his right eye
and down over his cheek with the two others across it decorated
his lightly tanned skin. He leaned in close making her shiver
slightly.
"How long have you been here?" He hissed softly his eyes slightly
narrowed. Anzu breathing heavily by now refused an answer, they'd
kill her anyway why tell them anything?
"I believe she has been here the whole time Bakura... Also..."
The wrapped man reached a hand forward and surprisingly gentle
lifted the necklace around her neck. The scarred bandit's eyes widened
before they took on a rather pleased expression.
"Excellent, I do believe we'll be getting out of here quite fine..
as long as we have a hostage, Princess."
"No, you can't I-I-", Anzu stammered fearfully but before she
could make any sense a pain was felt at the pressure point of
her neck and she fell limp against the mysterious bandit.
He lifted her up into his arms effortlessly like a child.
"Shall we go ahead then Bakura?", the masked one asked.
The man nodded and carefully undid the clasp of the Princess's
necklace taking the gold and placing it on the nearest garden
bench. Then, with a small knife from his belt he nicked the edge
of one of Anzu's fingers pressing a few drops on his finger and
shaping them into a sign next to the jewelry. (4) Smile with
satisfaction he nodded to the slightly shorter bandit and
looked to Mokuba who had striped off the servants tunic for
his own normal tan tight fitting leggings and white wrap shirt.
His weapons now stood prominently displayed on his belt.
"I'm off then, Bakura."
"What happened to 'majesty', Mokuba?"
"Too much time with servants and slaves gets to you. Back to
normal now. See ya."
He was gone like a flash.
Bakura rolled his eyes and turned to one who held Anzu.
"Back to the den then? Malik's going to kill us you know."
A simple nod was all the response he got.
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(1) - *gasp* perhaps a hint of plot!?
(2) - Codenames! Who do YOU think they are? If you guess, I'll give ya a
um, a King of Thieves Bakura plushie! *huggles her own. I wuv the little scars. ^^
(3) - For those who couldn't figure it out Mokuba had disguised himself as
a servant and went by the alias of Nyu until now.
(4) - Kinda hard to explain now... You'll see when they find her missing
at the palace.
Review, for me? Pweese?
response for this little scrap of a
fic! I'm most pleasantly surprised. ^^
I do believe quite a few of you got the
wrong idea when I posted before. I don't
plan on pairing Anzu-chan up with Bakura
nor having boys fight over her in such a way.
This is a yuri fic which means that it is
a female/female romance in this case Mai/Anzu.
I'm sorry if this disappointed some of you but
this fic is about Anzu change from a lost
Princess into... well into something
else. ^_~ I don't want to give away plot pieces...
Also, if Yuri doesn't bother you I hope Yaoi (boyXboy)
doesn't cause it's also chalked full of other couples
that are quite yaoi. ^^
Anyway, if anyone is still reading this now this chapter
is pretty much another transition chappie and no yuri
until the next one.
I don't own yugioh, might I add. It would be closer
to true to say it owns me, thank you very much. *nod nod*
---------------------
Chapter 1: Palace Raid
---------------------
"Lady Anzu! Lady Anzu, where are you?!"
Anzu groaned under her breath. It was absolutely impossible
to get away from servants and guards! As soon as Yami had left
one of the servant girls had turned up saying how she shouldn't
be by herself, especially not outside. The blue eyed girl
rolled her eyes although no one see her sitting square on
the ground against the farthest wall of the garden. She
hated how everyone always fussed over her and insisted on
treating her like some sort of pet, a delicate and refined
young woman who would become queen of the lands. She'd
never know anything else though, it was all she could do
but play her part in such a roll. Sighing helplessly she
wondered why she had always taken such a role quietly
and without question.
Was she so unwilling to defy her father?
Of course.
The man controlled everything in her life and everyone in
Egypt as well. With a simple motion anyone's life could be
claimed be they poor city dweller or heir to the throne,
it mattered not. Pharaoh's will was that of the Gods and
not one defied it.
The sound of foot steps was heard on the stoned path near Anzu.
"Nyu? You here?" a male voice called quietly.
Anzu raised an eyebrow. Wasn't Nyu that new servant boy? She
recalled a boy with shaggy black hair and blue-gray eyes
that acted as a messenger in the palace.
"I told you I would didn't I, your majesty? I wouldn't let
you down my lord."
An Amused snort was heard.
"You really are still acting much to servant like for my
taste, lad. Were ready then, what is the status of the
scrolls?" (1)
Anzu pressed her flat palms against the ground knuckles
going white. She wasn't sure what this man was discussing
with the servant boy but she didn't like the sound of it.
"The High Priest has them sealed somewhere. I couldn't get anymore
information without arousing suspicion. However, a have information
which is vital to finding out."
"Damn, you couldn't get anymore out of anyone?"
"I'm rather attached to my neck majesty, as I said before
getting people to notice my questioning would not be wise."
"Well be useful than, as soon as he finish you are to go
into the city. Find Gem and Gold (2) at there place and tell
them I wish to speak with them. Stay the night there if you
can and return to the den the next day, got it?"
"Yeah, yeah, you gonna make me wait again?"
"He'll be there when you get home brat, just follow orders
and you'll do fine."
"Fine, what's the signal?"
Before the other man could answer a high pitch shriek tore
from a nearby area of the palace.
"That would be it." , the man said simply. "See ya kid."
Anzu stood pressing herself fully against the wall with
shaky legs. What had she overheard? Who were these people?
Another scream came from the building and the sound of echoing
foot steps was heard. Anzu looked from behind the tree near her
to see a pair of guards slightly bloodied slumped over near Nyu.
One of them coughed up blood.
"Boy, find a healer... hurry..."
The short child for a moment seemed ready to do as his superior
said but a second later Anzu felt her heart wrench as his
eyes turned coldly to the men and a blade appeared in his hand.
He slashed there throats quickly the bodies collapsing with a sickening
thump on the ground.
Anzu covered her mouth looking on in pure terror.
"Bastards..." mumbled Nyu softly. "Can't even kill right, letting em
get away like that. Lord Malik's gonna here of this."
Lord Malik? Anzu still shaking over the murders she'd seen puzzled
over the name. Had she heard the name before? It sounded somewhat
familiar...
She was taken from her thoughts by the sudden appearance of another
guard this one clothed in crimson, the mark of the prince's guard.
He'd snuck behind Nyu and now had the boy by the back of his tunic,
the blade he's wedge lay forgotten on the ground as he struggled.
"So, your one of the bandit's boy? Yours will be a fate worse than
death that'll I'll make sure of..."
Anzu watched just as silent. The boy would get what he deserved,
whatever it may be... he'd killed those men and plotted against
the Pharaoh and he would be punished fully by the might of her
father... But... Why was it she got the sudden urge to help the
child?
She thought no more of this however when a figure appear next to
her. He was taller than her but not as tall as the guard and clothed
strangely completely in tan dyed crimson with blood of those
he killed no doubt with drops not quite soaked in here and there.
The strangest thing about him was from toe to head he was wrapped
in the cloth, layers were wrapped completely and snugly around
his body while outer layers flowed outward like a robe concealing
most of his shape. Eyes peered out from under the wrap on his
face dark and glittering with a purple hue. Weapons of all sorts
hung at his surprisingly well rounded hips. He clutched a sword
in one hand.
The bandit pulled Anzu to him roughly gripping her tightly
against him with the blade to her throat. She was frozen against
him immediately.
"Hey you!" the bandit who now held Anzu growled in a voice far
too deep to be there true one. "Drop the boy."
The guard still holding Nyu glanced over at the masked bandit and
saw Anzu pale with fear against him. Scared for her life she
pleaded with her eyes for him help her.
It didn't matter what the man choose though because a second later
the sharp end of a sword was sticking through his chest and Nyu
fell to the ground the dead guard on top of him. Anzu's captor
didn't loosen his grip at all even after he fell and now all
there could see another man standing, a rogue-ish air about him
as his crimson cloak stirred slightly his face hidden by the hood.
"You really should be more careful Mokuba. He would have had
you if I hadn't been here with distraction." (3)
He nodded a thanks to the one who held Anzu.
Anzu glared at the child as he climbed out from under the dead.
A traitor to Egypt who even his given name was false. Mokuba
scrawled slightly pulling at the tunic he wore so that his belt
was visible. Four tiny but obviously quite sharp daggers were
tucked into the rough material.
"I could have handled it if need be, highness. What good would
I be if I couldn't?"
The man who had Anzu cleared his throat loudly and both of
the bandits looked towards him.
"What about this one?"
The man released Anzu throat keeping a hold on her arm though
and she opened her mouth to scream only to find herself once
again with a blade to her tender flesh.
"Scream and you'll regret it."
At this she whimpered softly. The bandit who seemed to be the
leader came forward pushing his hood back to give him as
well as her a better view. She couldn't hold back a gasp.
The man was strange but stunning with long silver hair and
crimson-brown eyes, a set of three scars one across his right eye
and down over his cheek with the two others across it decorated
his lightly tanned skin. He leaned in close making her shiver
slightly.
"How long have you been here?" He hissed softly his eyes slightly
narrowed. Anzu breathing heavily by now refused an answer, they'd
kill her anyway why tell them anything?
"I believe she has been here the whole time Bakura... Also..."
The wrapped man reached a hand forward and surprisingly gentle
lifted the necklace around her neck. The scarred bandit's eyes widened
before they took on a rather pleased expression.
"Excellent, I do believe we'll be getting out of here quite fine..
as long as we have a hostage, Princess."
"No, you can't I-I-", Anzu stammered fearfully but before she
could make any sense a pain was felt at the pressure point of
her neck and she fell limp against the mysterious bandit.
He lifted her up into his arms effortlessly like a child.
"Shall we go ahead then Bakura?", the masked one asked.
The man nodded and carefully undid the clasp of the Princess's
necklace taking the gold and placing it on the nearest garden
bench. Then, with a small knife from his belt he nicked the edge
of one of Anzu's fingers pressing a few drops on his finger and
shaping them into a sign next to the jewelry. (4) Smile with
satisfaction he nodded to the slightly shorter bandit and
looked to Mokuba who had striped off the servants tunic for
his own normal tan tight fitting leggings and white wrap shirt.
His weapons now stood prominently displayed on his belt.
"I'm off then, Bakura."
"What happened to 'majesty', Mokuba?"
"Too much time with servants and slaves gets to you. Back to
normal now. See ya."
He was gone like a flash.
Bakura rolled his eyes and turned to one who held Anzu.
"Back to the den then? Malik's going to kill us you know."
A simple nod was all the response he got.
---------------------
(1) - *gasp* perhaps a hint of plot!?
(2) - Codenames! Who do YOU think they are? If you guess, I'll give ya a
um, a King of Thieves Bakura plushie! *huggles her own. I wuv the little scars. ^^
(3) - For those who couldn't figure it out Mokuba had disguised himself as
a servant and went by the alias of Nyu until now.
(4) - Kinda hard to explain now... You'll see when they find her missing
at the palace.
Review, for me? Pweese?
