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MoonStar: Sorry so much for not writing lately, but I haven't been feeling well so my mom wouldn't let me on the internet for a while. I have gotten an idea from a friend who also writes at ff.net.
If you like poetry, a good pen name to try would have to be Argentum-Draco. She came up with this next idea, helping me a great deal. Hope you like it.
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"Come on, how 'bout we duel now. I don't know how you and Yaharo duel, but let's try ourselves. Just a friendly game."
"Okay."
Seto and Mokuba started a duel against each other. Mokuba knew all of the rules of the game and was really good at it. The life points of both opponents dropped slowly, they were almost the same.
Knock, knock.
"I wonder who that would be." Mokuba stood up and walked to the door. He opened the door to see Prince Yaharo's caretaker.
"Hello, Prince Yaharo wishes to duel with you."
"Is there anyway that he could come here? He could watch the rest of my duel with my brother. I could play with him when we are finished."
"I will see to it."
Prince Yaharo's caretaker left the room in the direction of the main chambers of the palace. Mokuba closed the door and returned across from his brother.
"That was the caretaker to the prince. He wants to see if I can duel with him."
"And you said?"
"I asked if he could come here. He would probably want to see our duel."
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Knock, knock.
This time Seto rose to answer the door. "Yes?"
In the doorway, stood a small boy, not much older than Mokuba. He was wearing the basic tunic of fine white fabric and gold trimming. A large collar and headpiece showed his position of royalty. Seto dropped into a bow and the boy tried to hold back a laugh.
"High Priest Seto, you don't have to bow. It's not as if anyone is really watching. Is Mokuba here?"
"Mokuba and I are just finishing a duel. Would you like to watch the rest of the game?"
"That seems like a great idea."
Seto went back to where his brother was waiting. He sat down in his place and motioned the prince to sit down by the game.
Prince Yaharo watched the game with much interest. The life points were down to Seto 160 and Mokuba 155. 'A very close game.'
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Finally it got down to a tie. The different tactics of the two boys caused them to get to zero at the same time. They were still trying to figure out how it could have happened like that when another knock happened at the door.
"How many people have to come within a few minutes?" Seto asked to no one in particular.
"It wasn't just a few minutes, Seto," Mokuba said, "how 'bout try an hour."
Seto just shook his head and stood up to get the door.
"Hello? How could I help you?"
Seto looked up at the woman at the door. 'She's so beautiful.' He thought. 'Wonder who she is.'
"Hello. I'm here to escort Prince Yaharo to the main chambers. His father wishes to speak with him."
"Of course," Seto said, not really listening, "May I ask who you are?"
"I'm Imra," the woman said softy, "and I have been taking care of Prince Yaharo since he was born."
"You've known him for that long?"
"Oh, yes. Prince Yaharo was so funny when he was first trying to learn how to talk. I remember when..."
"Are you telling embarrassing stories about me again?"
Prince Yaharo had just walked to the hallway with Mokuba.
"Are you ready, my prince?" Imra asked nicely.
"Are you finished telling stories about me?" Yaharo asked innocently.
"Yes. Well, actually, I haven't told any stories. You saved yourself there. Your father wishes to speak with you. Are you ready to go?"
"If I have to." Yaharo turned to Mokuba. "Thank you for allowing me to stay. I wish I could duel you later."
"I wish that also," Mokuba said, trying to be formal.
"Maybe we could talk later," Imra said to Seto, "you haven't heard anything, yet."
"Imra, please don't tell him about me. I hate when you do that."
"You are so funny sometimes. Don't worry. Unless he pleads to hear the stories over and over again, I won't say anything."
"I would love to speak with you later. Just come by when you feel like it." Seto said, not trying to seem eager.
"That will be fine."
Imra and Yaharo turned and left the room. Mokuba ran back to his room while Seto closed the door. Seto turned and leaned against the door.
'Why do I feel so weird around her?' He thought. 'What's wrong with me?'
Not leaving the door, Seto pondered the mystery of his feelings toward Imra.
'Am I falling in love with the Egyptian? This can't be... I can't fall in love with someone here... It would only be cruel when I have to leave... Though I don't think that I can resist her."
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MoonStar: Isn't that cute? Seto falls in love with one of the past. What will they talk about later? What will happen when Seto has to return to Japan?
Sorry for not writing sooner. I was recovering slightly from writer's block. Hope you liked this chapter and I hope that you review. I will try to write another chapter soon.
Sorry for the wait,
MoonStar
MoonStar: Sorry so much for not writing lately, but I haven't been feeling well so my mom wouldn't let me on the internet for a while. I have gotten an idea from a friend who also writes at ff.net.
If you like poetry, a good pen name to try would have to be Argentum-Draco. She came up with this next idea, helping me a great deal. Hope you like it.
* * * * *
"Come on, how 'bout we duel now. I don't know how you and Yaharo duel, but let's try ourselves. Just a friendly game."
"Okay."
Seto and Mokuba started a duel against each other. Mokuba knew all of the rules of the game and was really good at it. The life points of both opponents dropped slowly, they were almost the same.
Knock, knock.
"I wonder who that would be." Mokuba stood up and walked to the door. He opened the door to see Prince Yaharo's caretaker.
"Hello, Prince Yaharo wishes to duel with you."
"Is there anyway that he could come here? He could watch the rest of my duel with my brother. I could play with him when we are finished."
"I will see to it."
Prince Yaharo's caretaker left the room in the direction of the main chambers of the palace. Mokuba closed the door and returned across from his brother.
"That was the caretaker to the prince. He wants to see if I can duel with him."
"And you said?"
"I asked if he could come here. He would probably want to see our duel."
* * * * *
Knock, knock.
This time Seto rose to answer the door. "Yes?"
In the doorway, stood a small boy, not much older than Mokuba. He was wearing the basic tunic of fine white fabric and gold trimming. A large collar and headpiece showed his position of royalty. Seto dropped into a bow and the boy tried to hold back a laugh.
"High Priest Seto, you don't have to bow. It's not as if anyone is really watching. Is Mokuba here?"
"Mokuba and I are just finishing a duel. Would you like to watch the rest of the game?"
"That seems like a great idea."
Seto went back to where his brother was waiting. He sat down in his place and motioned the prince to sit down by the game.
Prince Yaharo watched the game with much interest. The life points were down to Seto 160 and Mokuba 155. 'A very close game.'
* * * * *
Finally it got down to a tie. The different tactics of the two boys caused them to get to zero at the same time. They were still trying to figure out how it could have happened like that when another knock happened at the door.
"How many people have to come within a few minutes?" Seto asked to no one in particular.
"It wasn't just a few minutes, Seto," Mokuba said, "how 'bout try an hour."
Seto just shook his head and stood up to get the door.
"Hello? How could I help you?"
Seto looked up at the woman at the door. 'She's so beautiful.' He thought. 'Wonder who she is.'
"Hello. I'm here to escort Prince Yaharo to the main chambers. His father wishes to speak with him."
"Of course," Seto said, not really listening, "May I ask who you are?"
"I'm Imra," the woman said softy, "and I have been taking care of Prince Yaharo since he was born."
"You've known him for that long?"
"Oh, yes. Prince Yaharo was so funny when he was first trying to learn how to talk. I remember when..."
"Are you telling embarrassing stories about me again?"
Prince Yaharo had just walked to the hallway with Mokuba.
"Are you ready, my prince?" Imra asked nicely.
"Are you finished telling stories about me?" Yaharo asked innocently.
"Yes. Well, actually, I haven't told any stories. You saved yourself there. Your father wishes to speak with you. Are you ready to go?"
"If I have to." Yaharo turned to Mokuba. "Thank you for allowing me to stay. I wish I could duel you later."
"I wish that also," Mokuba said, trying to be formal.
"Maybe we could talk later," Imra said to Seto, "you haven't heard anything, yet."
"Imra, please don't tell him about me. I hate when you do that."
"You are so funny sometimes. Don't worry. Unless he pleads to hear the stories over and over again, I won't say anything."
"I would love to speak with you later. Just come by when you feel like it." Seto said, not trying to seem eager.
"That will be fine."
Imra and Yaharo turned and left the room. Mokuba ran back to his room while Seto closed the door. Seto turned and leaned against the door.
'Why do I feel so weird around her?' He thought. 'What's wrong with me?'
Not leaving the door, Seto pondered the mystery of his feelings toward Imra.
'Am I falling in love with the Egyptian? This can't be... I can't fall in love with someone here... It would only be cruel when I have to leave... Though I don't think that I can resist her."
* * * * *
MoonStar: Isn't that cute? Seto falls in love with one of the past. What will they talk about later? What will happen when Seto has to return to Japan?
Sorry for not writing sooner. I was recovering slightly from writer's block. Hope you liked this chapter and I hope that you review. I will try to write another chapter soon.
Sorry for the wait,
MoonStar