I am My Master's Shadow
This ficcie is about Rishid's past and present life. It's in his point of view kinda and is sorta angst, but at some parts nice and fluffy, and happy.
My muse will say my disclaimer.
Sabrion: Fire Pendant doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or the characters in it. But right now she is very happy cause she saw parts of the uncut version in Japanese.
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My third Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfic. If any of you have any other info about Rishid or Malik I will be so ever grateful if you tell me. Any suggestions, questions, and comments? Please R+R!
Okay my second chappie! The next ones will take a while cause I need to do a little more research on Rishid and the Ishtars. It's also because my internet time is limited and that I'm updating my fics in rounds. Dropped into Middle Earth first, then Master's Shadow, then Legend of the Sennen Items.
Just to tell you, Isis is two; Rishid is five; Ms. Ishtar is twenty-nine; and Ishtahl is thirty-three.
Enough of my jabbering. Read on!
Chapter 2: Adoption
Rishid got up from behind a crate of manure. He was hiding from his latest food heist victim. * That man looked murderous! * thought Rishid edging out into the open. He looked up into the sky to see the position of the sun.
"Oh no!" exclaimed Rishid, he began racing towards the edge of town. The lady and her daughter were waiting for him.
"Why hello Rishid." said the woman, "Here for another errand?" Rishid nodded.
"I am very sorry but I have none for you today." apologized the woman, Rishid's face fell and she smiled gently, "But how about you come home with me today? To pay you back for all the kind things you did for me."
Rishid wasn't sure whether or not he heard right. Was he actually being invited into a home? He was usually being kicked out. "Yes madam." gasped Rishid bowing gratefully to the woman.
"I am Aishisu Ishtar. This is my daughter Isis." informed the woman as she took Rishid's hand and her daughter's as she started walking out to the outskirts of the desert. They stopped at a place that looked like a storm cellar surrounded by knocked down and eroded brick stone walls. Ms. Ishtar opened the two trapdoors and beckoned Rishid in.
A man with pale blonde hair, a beard, and light lavender eyes glared at them. "Aishisu! What have I said about bringing street-rats to our home!" shouted the man. Rishid shivered as he caught the slightly insane glint in the man's eyes.
"But husband, I can explain." said Ms. Ishtar gently, she pulled her husband into a room and closed the door. Rishid could hear the man's yelling and Ms. Ishtar's soft protests but soon even those amounted to shouts.
"I don't want that mangy boy in our house do you hear me?" demanded Ishtahl furiously, "Why do you take pity to such lowlife?"
"He is a very nice boy. And we've been trying to get a heir to be the guardian of the pharaoh's tomb for years!" exclaimed Aishisu gripping the sides of her dress tightly, "I just don't think I can give you a son! We don't have any relatives except for Shadi and that father of his, and he's already training to be the guardian of the Sennen Items! [1]"
"Then we . we ." sputtered Ishtahl lost for words.
"We will take the boy in. He seems eager enough to be in a home and I'm sure he won't be a nuisance to you. I'll care for him with Isis." said Aishisu sharply cutting her husband off.
"Fine, take that street-rat in. He'll make a fine guardian of the pharaoh's tomb." said Ishtahl sarcastically as he left the room. The boy Rishid was standing a ways from the door. Ishtahl marched up to him and cuffed him sharply. "Remember boy, this is my house and you're living under my roof eating my food! Any acting up from you and I will personally give you a punishment you'll never forget!" With that the man strode away.
Rishid stood up, he was a bit shaken but not hurt. But his spirit was bruised but no tears shone in his eyes. He still wasn't accepted but at least he had Ms. Ishtar on his side. Ms. Ishtar came up to him and hugged him, "You're part of our family now. I am your mother and he is your father. You will be trained in the ways of the guardian of the pharaoh's tomb. Train hard. My husband will need a little bit more persuading. Now come, it's time for lunch."
Some flat bread and fruit was served by Ms. Ishtar; her husband was no where to be seen. That relieved Rishid considerably. "M-mother?" said Rishid. The word sounded strange coming from his mouth. Ms. Ishtar turned and gave him pleasant smile.
"Yes Rishid?"
"Why doesn't your husband, I mean father like me?" asked Rishid.
Ms. Ishtar sighed and sat down next to Rishid. "He had always believed that only people of the true bloodline could guard the pharaoh's tomb. Since you aren't exactly our true son he doesn't want you as his heir. But listen to this Rishid, you'll always be a true son to me. You've already proved that. The other boys I have asked to run errands always never returned with the items I've requested. Rather they had run off with the money. But you were different. I can trust you Rishid." She hugged him.
"Aishisu! The boy reeks! Tell him to go and wash himself!" shouted Ishtahl as he came into the kitchen.
"Yes father." said Rishid, but as he was about to go out the door of the kitchen, Ishtahl grabbed his arm.
"Don't call me father you little dirty-blood." snarled Ishtahl, "I am sir, nothing else. Especially not a father to you!"
"Yes sir." mumbled Rishid bowing and backing away slowly before running down the hall.
Ms. Ishtar leaned out the kitchen and called out, "Rishid! The bathing room is on your first right!" she then turned to Ishtahl as soon as the door closed. "How could you treat him that way? He is only a child!"
"A stupid child." snorted Ishtahl. Aishisu made an indignant noise and walked away.
"I have to tuck Isis into bed for her afternoon nap. You go and finish you're work." said Aishisu taking Isis's hand and leading her away.
Rishid stretched out on his bed and breathed in its scent. This was his home. He closed his eyes and grinned, he finally belonged somewhere. To a home. That was his lifelong dream ever since his parents had died in a confrontation with some thugs when he was only three. Since then he had been raised for one year by a small homeless family. They taught him the skills to survive on the streets. Then he was on his own. But not anymore. "Thank Ra for Ms. Ishtar." murmured Rishid as he fell into a blissful sleep.
* * * to be continued . . . maybe * * *
[1] Okay, I have some things from Indigo Tantarain's fic. In her Millennium Inheritance, Shadi and his dad are really distant relatives with the Ishtars. There will be more inclusions of them later in the fic.
And I chose Aishisu to be Ms. Ishtar's name because I didn't want to use the American dubb name of Isis for Isis so I thought it would suit Ms. Ishtar better. But I do like Isis's dubb American name but it doesn't suit Isis.
Okay the next chapters will be longer, I hope. This is just the beginning of my fic for Rishid and my beginnings are always kinda short. So bear with me here! I'll be updating ASAP. R+R pretty please!
This ficcie is about Rishid's past and present life. It's in his point of view kinda and is sorta angst, but at some parts nice and fluffy, and happy.
My muse will say my disclaimer.
Sabrion: Fire Pendant doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or the characters in it. But right now she is very happy cause she saw parts of the uncut version in Japanese.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
My third Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfic. If any of you have any other info about Rishid or Malik I will be so ever grateful if you tell me. Any suggestions, questions, and comments? Please R+R!
Okay my second chappie! The next ones will take a while cause I need to do a little more research on Rishid and the Ishtars. It's also because my internet time is limited and that I'm updating my fics in rounds. Dropped into Middle Earth first, then Master's Shadow, then Legend of the Sennen Items.
Just to tell you, Isis is two; Rishid is five; Ms. Ishtar is twenty-nine; and Ishtahl is thirty-three.
Enough of my jabbering. Read on!
Chapter 2: Adoption
Rishid got up from behind a crate of manure. He was hiding from his latest food heist victim. * That man looked murderous! * thought Rishid edging out into the open. He looked up into the sky to see the position of the sun.
"Oh no!" exclaimed Rishid, he began racing towards the edge of town. The lady and her daughter were waiting for him.
"Why hello Rishid." said the woman, "Here for another errand?" Rishid nodded.
"I am very sorry but I have none for you today." apologized the woman, Rishid's face fell and she smiled gently, "But how about you come home with me today? To pay you back for all the kind things you did for me."
Rishid wasn't sure whether or not he heard right. Was he actually being invited into a home? He was usually being kicked out. "Yes madam." gasped Rishid bowing gratefully to the woman.
"I am Aishisu Ishtar. This is my daughter Isis." informed the woman as she took Rishid's hand and her daughter's as she started walking out to the outskirts of the desert. They stopped at a place that looked like a storm cellar surrounded by knocked down and eroded brick stone walls. Ms. Ishtar opened the two trapdoors and beckoned Rishid in.
A man with pale blonde hair, a beard, and light lavender eyes glared at them. "Aishisu! What have I said about bringing street-rats to our home!" shouted the man. Rishid shivered as he caught the slightly insane glint in the man's eyes.
"But husband, I can explain." said Ms. Ishtar gently, she pulled her husband into a room and closed the door. Rishid could hear the man's yelling and Ms. Ishtar's soft protests but soon even those amounted to shouts.
"I don't want that mangy boy in our house do you hear me?" demanded Ishtahl furiously, "Why do you take pity to such lowlife?"
"He is a very nice boy. And we've been trying to get a heir to be the guardian of the pharaoh's tomb for years!" exclaimed Aishisu gripping the sides of her dress tightly, "I just don't think I can give you a son! We don't have any relatives except for Shadi and that father of his, and he's already training to be the guardian of the Sennen Items! [1]"
"Then we . we ." sputtered Ishtahl lost for words.
"We will take the boy in. He seems eager enough to be in a home and I'm sure he won't be a nuisance to you. I'll care for him with Isis." said Aishisu sharply cutting her husband off.
"Fine, take that street-rat in. He'll make a fine guardian of the pharaoh's tomb." said Ishtahl sarcastically as he left the room. The boy Rishid was standing a ways from the door. Ishtahl marched up to him and cuffed him sharply. "Remember boy, this is my house and you're living under my roof eating my food! Any acting up from you and I will personally give you a punishment you'll never forget!" With that the man strode away.
Rishid stood up, he was a bit shaken but not hurt. But his spirit was bruised but no tears shone in his eyes. He still wasn't accepted but at least he had Ms. Ishtar on his side. Ms. Ishtar came up to him and hugged him, "You're part of our family now. I am your mother and he is your father. You will be trained in the ways of the guardian of the pharaoh's tomb. Train hard. My husband will need a little bit more persuading. Now come, it's time for lunch."
Some flat bread and fruit was served by Ms. Ishtar; her husband was no where to be seen. That relieved Rishid considerably. "M-mother?" said Rishid. The word sounded strange coming from his mouth. Ms. Ishtar turned and gave him pleasant smile.
"Yes Rishid?"
"Why doesn't your husband, I mean father like me?" asked Rishid.
Ms. Ishtar sighed and sat down next to Rishid. "He had always believed that only people of the true bloodline could guard the pharaoh's tomb. Since you aren't exactly our true son he doesn't want you as his heir. But listen to this Rishid, you'll always be a true son to me. You've already proved that. The other boys I have asked to run errands always never returned with the items I've requested. Rather they had run off with the money. But you were different. I can trust you Rishid." She hugged him.
"Aishisu! The boy reeks! Tell him to go and wash himself!" shouted Ishtahl as he came into the kitchen.
"Yes father." said Rishid, but as he was about to go out the door of the kitchen, Ishtahl grabbed his arm.
"Don't call me father you little dirty-blood." snarled Ishtahl, "I am sir, nothing else. Especially not a father to you!"
"Yes sir." mumbled Rishid bowing and backing away slowly before running down the hall.
Ms. Ishtar leaned out the kitchen and called out, "Rishid! The bathing room is on your first right!" she then turned to Ishtahl as soon as the door closed. "How could you treat him that way? He is only a child!"
"A stupid child." snorted Ishtahl. Aishisu made an indignant noise and walked away.
"I have to tuck Isis into bed for her afternoon nap. You go and finish you're work." said Aishisu taking Isis's hand and leading her away.
Rishid stretched out on his bed and breathed in its scent. This was his home. He closed his eyes and grinned, he finally belonged somewhere. To a home. That was his lifelong dream ever since his parents had died in a confrontation with some thugs when he was only three. Since then he had been raised for one year by a small homeless family. They taught him the skills to survive on the streets. Then he was on his own. But not anymore. "Thank Ra for Ms. Ishtar." murmured Rishid as he fell into a blissful sleep.
* * * to be continued . . . maybe * * *
[1] Okay, I have some things from Indigo Tantarain's fic. In her Millennium Inheritance, Shadi and his dad are really distant relatives with the Ishtars. There will be more inclusions of them later in the fic.
And I chose Aishisu to be Ms. Ishtar's name because I didn't want to use the American dubb name of Isis for Isis so I thought it would suit Ms. Ishtar better. But I do like Isis's dubb American name but it doesn't suit Isis.
Okay the next chapters will be longer, I hope. This is just the beginning of my fic for Rishid and my beginnings are always kinda short. So bear with me here! I'll be updating ASAP. R+R pretty please!
