squawk! this chappie here is longer than the first one....i try to keep
'em about 2 pages for this story, but....this one was an extra page long,
cuz i really didn't wanna cut it off and leave you guys hanging.
and.....i have reviewers! *glomps her reviewers * ff.net is being a total baka, and keeps telling me i only had 2 reviews for this story.....and i thought no one wuved it....*sniffles * but then i check my email, and i had reviews! lotsa reviews! so far, about 20 ^.^ i wuv you guys so much!
so, a huge thank you to all who reviewed! ^.^
katya: *pokes katya * innocent little girls should not be reading this. *giggles *
eve nightngale: *blushes * awww, thankies for the compliment! i never really did think about being a professional writer *blushes again *
tj: yes, i DID mean to cut it off there; that whole scene was wrapped up and ended on a nice note- yugi's being taken to yami's room, and the two are gonna....get introduced ^_~ this chappie, however, i had to cut off in the middle, so it's sort of a cliffy
celestial rayne 2003: *salutes then giggles * aye eye, mon capi'ton! i'll try to update kiss of a rose soon! glad ta know ur interested in it. i'm currently working on the third chappie of Tanz Mit Mich. ^.^ so far, it's ½ typed.
fang baby: yes, yugi does always seem to be getting dragged off. poor lil hikari
and now, onto da ficcie! and aren't y'all proud i updated so fast!
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chapter two: soul mate
Yami's golden sandals flashed in the torch light as he swiftly strode across the vast sandstone floor of his private chamber to the bed. The liter had been placed at the foot of his huge bed, and the small figure was still in the same bowed, submissive position.
"You, look at me." Yami stood a few paces back from the little one, wanting to gauge whether this was a trick or not. Assassination attempts came in many forms, after all.
The little one raised his head, and the pharaoh was lost in the deep violet eyes of the pure soul. The child gazed at him expectantly, waiting for him to come and unwrap him, but the ruler of Upper and Lower Egypt never moved, drowning in the soft innocence of the boy.
Yugi shuddered a bit, avoiding the crimson eyes for all he was worth. Just one glimpse into the cold, hard depths, and the child had felt his breath catch in his throat and his heart seize up. And he couldn't do that- couldn't loose himself. He had to be fully alert, ready to cater to every whim of his new master, else the young ruler be displeased, then the girls, his friends, would be put to death.
After several minutes of Yami standing completely still, gazing into the Yugi's wonderful lavender eyes, the little angel gulped, finding his courage, then spoke in a soft, hesitant voice. "P-perhaps the great pharaoh would like to unwrap his gift now?" He suggested timidly.
The boy's soft words broke the spell, and Yami shook his head and got a grip on himself. What was the matter with him? There was something about this boy, something that drew him to his innocence like a moth to a flame, and he had to see more. "Come," the pharaoh said, beckoning the child to the bed with his hand.
Yugi lowered his head, stifling a sigh. The pharaoh was unaware of the customs of his native land, therefore he'd have to guide him. "My pharaoh, I can't. It is for the master to release his gift, and judge it accordingly." To add emphasis to his meaning, Yugi lifted his arms a fraction of an inch, and his chains, which held him in place, jangled.
Yami's crimson eyes went wide with understanding. His other slaves had been chained, but never in so confining of a position. He quickly strode over and knelt down by the liter, and his fingers trembled with a thrill as he touched the gauzy soft linen, pulling it aside to reveal the boy's face.
The pharaoh's throat caught as he gazed into unparalleled beauty and innocence. Those huge, violet eyes were just the cherry on top. The face they were encased in was cherubic and youthful; Yami guessed him to be no more than eight years old, and he was slightly appalled. How could a country, any country, make bed slaves out of children so young?
Seeing the dismay in the pharaoh's eyes, Yugi gulped and quickly lowered his head, the only part of his frail body he could move, tears slipping past his thick lashes. "I'm so sorry, oh great pharaoh, that I am not to your liking. Please, have mercy, and take my life, not the girls. It is my fault, not theirs. Let me suffer the punishment."
Yami stared at the shaking child before him in shock. Quickly comprehending, he reached out with a golden ringed hand to grasp the little one's chin and pull his head up. Seeing those enchanting eyes filled with sorrow and fear, shedding tears, Yami's heart wrenched. "Hush, little one. It is not you I am displeased with, and no one is going to be beheaded, at the moment."
Yugi gulped and meekly nodded. "Thank you, great pharaoh. You're mercy is as legendary as your power-"
Yami snorted, and the boy flinched. "Little one, you do not have to kiss my royal ass; I get enough of that groveling from my council." His voice was dry and derisive, and he was glad when the boy cracked a small, shy smile. "There, that's better." Yami said, stroking a tear-dampened cheek. He was amazed and the softness of the boy. He smiled warmly. "Now, little one, tell me your name and age."
Yugi smiled back, greatly calmed by the show of affection from the pharaoh. "My name is Yugi, great pharaoh, and I'm fifteen summers old."
Yami nodded, vastly relieved the child was old enough for this. "I want you to call me Yami, not 'great pharaoh'. I hear that so much it makes me sick. Yellow-bellied snakes in the sand, all seeking just to cure favor with me." Yami rolled his eyes at the thoughts of his council.
Yugi nodded hesitantly, smiling softly at him. In this brief contact with his latest concubine, Yami felt a world of relief. Yugi was far too innocent to be some cunning, scheming suck up, and Yami found that very refreshing.
"And now, my little Yugi, lets see the rest of you." Yami pulled the linen back some more, revealing a head of downy soft, tri colored hair. Yugi had soft, jagged golden bangs and spiky black hair edged in crimson. Much like Yami's own, except his hair was a bit more jagged, and some of his yellow strands proceeded back into the black and crimson.
Yami gasped. "By Ra, how is it you can look so much like me?" Yugi gulped and lowered his head, unsure of the answer and afraid to displease his master.
Yami studied the little one intently. Yugi looked so much like him, yet much more softer and delicate. The same yet the complete opposite. His mind fazed, and he remembered something he'd thought only a dream from four years ago.
~~~~~~~ flash back ~~~~~~
The thirteen year old pharaoh stood out on a balcony of the palace that over looked the mighty Nile, the bringer of life to all of Egypt. The young boy had just been coroneted three days ago, and already he was sick of it. His arms were crossed, and he was pouting, crimson eyes staring angrily out at the rushing waters and endless stretches of sand and sky.
"Little pharaoh, what is wrong?" Yami jumped, whirling around to face who had spoken. He'd given strict orders that no one was to disturb him. A man with blue font hair and bright blue eyes, dressed in purple robes and holding a wizard's staff [A/N: the dark magician] was leaning against the wall.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" Yami tried to keep his voice steady and regal.
The magician chuckled. "Who I am is not of importance, save to say that I'm a messenger of the gods, and they wish to know the true desire of the young prince."
Yami placed his hands on his hips, about to scoff, but then he sighed and sat down, gazing up at the night sky. "What my heart wants," he whispered, " is to have a soul mate. Someone I can talk to, and be myself around. I don't want to have to put up with those conniving vultures the high priest calls a council by myself. I don't want to be pharaoh."
"Ah, young one, but that is your lot in life. However, you may not need to bear that burden alone." The mysterious man bowed, then disappeared in a haze of blue smoke.
~~~~ end flashback ~~~~~
"You." Yami said suddenly, causing Yugi to jump. "You're the gift from the gods that odd man told me about.
tbc......
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gee, heck of a nice place to leave off, ne? i'm trying not to make the cliffies too evil, but.....there's not much i can do about it.... but what prompted me to update so fast was all the reviews i got! so, plz review if you would like a fast update.
and.....i have reviewers! *glomps her reviewers * ff.net is being a total baka, and keeps telling me i only had 2 reviews for this story.....and i thought no one wuved it....*sniffles * but then i check my email, and i had reviews! lotsa reviews! so far, about 20 ^.^ i wuv you guys so much!
so, a huge thank you to all who reviewed! ^.^
katya: *pokes katya * innocent little girls should not be reading this. *giggles *
eve nightngale: *blushes * awww, thankies for the compliment! i never really did think about being a professional writer *blushes again *
tj: yes, i DID mean to cut it off there; that whole scene was wrapped up and ended on a nice note- yugi's being taken to yami's room, and the two are gonna....get introduced ^_~ this chappie, however, i had to cut off in the middle, so it's sort of a cliffy
celestial rayne 2003: *salutes then giggles * aye eye, mon capi'ton! i'll try to update kiss of a rose soon! glad ta know ur interested in it. i'm currently working on the third chappie of Tanz Mit Mich. ^.^ so far, it's ½ typed.
fang baby: yes, yugi does always seem to be getting dragged off. poor lil hikari
and now, onto da ficcie! and aren't y'all proud i updated so fast!
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chapter two: soul mate
Yami's golden sandals flashed in the torch light as he swiftly strode across the vast sandstone floor of his private chamber to the bed. The liter had been placed at the foot of his huge bed, and the small figure was still in the same bowed, submissive position.
"You, look at me." Yami stood a few paces back from the little one, wanting to gauge whether this was a trick or not. Assassination attempts came in many forms, after all.
The little one raised his head, and the pharaoh was lost in the deep violet eyes of the pure soul. The child gazed at him expectantly, waiting for him to come and unwrap him, but the ruler of Upper and Lower Egypt never moved, drowning in the soft innocence of the boy.
Yugi shuddered a bit, avoiding the crimson eyes for all he was worth. Just one glimpse into the cold, hard depths, and the child had felt his breath catch in his throat and his heart seize up. And he couldn't do that- couldn't loose himself. He had to be fully alert, ready to cater to every whim of his new master, else the young ruler be displeased, then the girls, his friends, would be put to death.
After several minutes of Yami standing completely still, gazing into the Yugi's wonderful lavender eyes, the little angel gulped, finding his courage, then spoke in a soft, hesitant voice. "P-perhaps the great pharaoh would like to unwrap his gift now?" He suggested timidly.
The boy's soft words broke the spell, and Yami shook his head and got a grip on himself. What was the matter with him? There was something about this boy, something that drew him to his innocence like a moth to a flame, and he had to see more. "Come," the pharaoh said, beckoning the child to the bed with his hand.
Yugi lowered his head, stifling a sigh. The pharaoh was unaware of the customs of his native land, therefore he'd have to guide him. "My pharaoh, I can't. It is for the master to release his gift, and judge it accordingly." To add emphasis to his meaning, Yugi lifted his arms a fraction of an inch, and his chains, which held him in place, jangled.
Yami's crimson eyes went wide with understanding. His other slaves had been chained, but never in so confining of a position. He quickly strode over and knelt down by the liter, and his fingers trembled with a thrill as he touched the gauzy soft linen, pulling it aside to reveal the boy's face.
The pharaoh's throat caught as he gazed into unparalleled beauty and innocence. Those huge, violet eyes were just the cherry on top. The face they were encased in was cherubic and youthful; Yami guessed him to be no more than eight years old, and he was slightly appalled. How could a country, any country, make bed slaves out of children so young?
Seeing the dismay in the pharaoh's eyes, Yugi gulped and quickly lowered his head, the only part of his frail body he could move, tears slipping past his thick lashes. "I'm so sorry, oh great pharaoh, that I am not to your liking. Please, have mercy, and take my life, not the girls. It is my fault, not theirs. Let me suffer the punishment."
Yami stared at the shaking child before him in shock. Quickly comprehending, he reached out with a golden ringed hand to grasp the little one's chin and pull his head up. Seeing those enchanting eyes filled with sorrow and fear, shedding tears, Yami's heart wrenched. "Hush, little one. It is not you I am displeased with, and no one is going to be beheaded, at the moment."
Yugi gulped and meekly nodded. "Thank you, great pharaoh. You're mercy is as legendary as your power-"
Yami snorted, and the boy flinched. "Little one, you do not have to kiss my royal ass; I get enough of that groveling from my council." His voice was dry and derisive, and he was glad when the boy cracked a small, shy smile. "There, that's better." Yami said, stroking a tear-dampened cheek. He was amazed and the softness of the boy. He smiled warmly. "Now, little one, tell me your name and age."
Yugi smiled back, greatly calmed by the show of affection from the pharaoh. "My name is Yugi, great pharaoh, and I'm fifteen summers old."
Yami nodded, vastly relieved the child was old enough for this. "I want you to call me Yami, not 'great pharaoh'. I hear that so much it makes me sick. Yellow-bellied snakes in the sand, all seeking just to cure favor with me." Yami rolled his eyes at the thoughts of his council.
Yugi nodded hesitantly, smiling softly at him. In this brief contact with his latest concubine, Yami felt a world of relief. Yugi was far too innocent to be some cunning, scheming suck up, and Yami found that very refreshing.
"And now, my little Yugi, lets see the rest of you." Yami pulled the linen back some more, revealing a head of downy soft, tri colored hair. Yugi had soft, jagged golden bangs and spiky black hair edged in crimson. Much like Yami's own, except his hair was a bit more jagged, and some of his yellow strands proceeded back into the black and crimson.
Yami gasped. "By Ra, how is it you can look so much like me?" Yugi gulped and lowered his head, unsure of the answer and afraid to displease his master.
Yami studied the little one intently. Yugi looked so much like him, yet much more softer and delicate. The same yet the complete opposite. His mind fazed, and he remembered something he'd thought only a dream from four years ago.
~~~~~~~ flash back ~~~~~~
The thirteen year old pharaoh stood out on a balcony of the palace that over looked the mighty Nile, the bringer of life to all of Egypt. The young boy had just been coroneted three days ago, and already he was sick of it. His arms were crossed, and he was pouting, crimson eyes staring angrily out at the rushing waters and endless stretches of sand and sky.
"Little pharaoh, what is wrong?" Yami jumped, whirling around to face who had spoken. He'd given strict orders that no one was to disturb him. A man with blue font hair and bright blue eyes, dressed in purple robes and holding a wizard's staff [A/N: the dark magician] was leaning against the wall.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" Yami tried to keep his voice steady and regal.
The magician chuckled. "Who I am is not of importance, save to say that I'm a messenger of the gods, and they wish to know the true desire of the young prince."
Yami placed his hands on his hips, about to scoff, but then he sighed and sat down, gazing up at the night sky. "What my heart wants," he whispered, " is to have a soul mate. Someone I can talk to, and be myself around. I don't want to have to put up with those conniving vultures the high priest calls a council by myself. I don't want to be pharaoh."
"Ah, young one, but that is your lot in life. However, you may not need to bear that burden alone." The mysterious man bowed, then disappeared in a haze of blue smoke.
~~~~ end flashback ~~~~~
"You." Yami said suddenly, causing Yugi to jump. "You're the gift from the gods that odd man told me about.
tbc......
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gee, heck of a nice place to leave off, ne? i'm trying not to make the cliffies too evil, but.....there's not much i can do about it.... but what prompted me to update so fast was all the reviews i got! so, plz review if you would like a fast update.