Ookami: Hello again....I'm terribly sorry about the very VERY late update. My computer's
being a butthole. Now stop listening to me and start reading!!
Thanks to these reviewers:
Celestial- I agree with you fully. Bakura's gonna have that staring problem in this story later
on...^o^
Empress I- Thanks for hanging around to read all my crappy chapters. And I'm glad to know
you liked every chapter anyway.......
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Chapter 6: The Sands of Time
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Yami's POV
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*Dream Sequence*
Where am I? The city looks deserted and what the hell am I wearing? The outfit is
a slave's, not a pharoah's.....I seriously need to get back in my own clothes. I feel like I only
have this on and nothing else. Oh shit....it IS the only thing I'm wearing.... All the color runs
from my face. This raged thing probably hasn't been washed since it's been made. Suddenly
a harsh voice interrupts my thoughts, "What? Is the mighty Pharoah scared of a.....piece of
fabric?"
No body says things like that to me!! I turn around to give them my famous death
glare, but instead my eyes widen and my jaw drops. There, being held by the neck, was my
old friend, Patricia(when he last remembered her), and she was struggling to get free. My
whole body tensed while my face turned a different color. "LET HER GO!!!!" I yelled at the
figure who stood behind her.
I figure just laughed and stepped into the light a little. That little bit was enough for
me to see the eyes. Oh....I stared in disbelief. They were rainbow.....but more narrow then
my friend's. Suddenly, Patricia shivers, makes a sort of gurgling sound, then dissolves into a
pile of sand at the figure's feet. The dark figure emerges, being sure the sweep the sand
behind her. I frozen on the stop because there, in front of me, stands a darker, taller, and
more powerful Patricia.
Her eyes were narrowed and the symbol of the Blood gang on her forehead glowed
with revenge. She smirks, which makes me shiver a bit, and then charges at me, aiming her
sharp claws at my throat..
*End Dream Sequence*
I jump up, partically grasping for air. I try to calm my heartbeat down because it
feels like it wants to jump out of my chest. My body's covered in sweat and I throw off the
silk covers. I get off my gigantic and fluffy bed to open the doors the led to my balcony. I
walk out in the freezing cold air to see the sun start to rise. As usual, that damn nightmare
woke me up before the sun rose. I've been having this nightmare for a few weeks and I still
can't figure it out. Patricia wouldn't have turned into a bloodthirsty creature as she aged,
would she? Well, with the Blood gang, she would have.
The Blood gang have been after my father's power in Egypt for decades and they're
out there somewhere, still trying to get it. They're known for hiding in the shadows and killing
innocent people with strange and unusual powers. Shortly after Patricia ran out of the palace,
my father ordered all of his guards to search the city for her and to kill anyone who got in their
way. The people feared him for that and the fact that he killed children for his own sick game
was even worse. (you'll find out later) My personal opinion was that the Blood gang could of
gotten the power out of Father's hands easier without the guards. But Father disagreed and
slapped me upside my head for questioning his mighty judgement.
But his rule soon came to an end when he had that heart attack 2 summers ago. I
came to power after that, good thing I was old enough, and I tried to order the guards to stop
looking for her. But that's when I found out that Father had a death wish. To find Patricia
and whip her til she dies. How could he be so cruel.... I have to be strong thou. Father
didn't beat me til his death for nothing. Anyway, I leave my balcony and call for some
servants to give me a sponge bath. I do love those.
I get the sponge bath and recover from the effects of the horrid nightmare. A soft
knock is heard on my carved double doors as other servants dress me into crimson robs and
silk pants. After nodding my approval, one servant goes and opens one of the gold trimmed
doors. A female servant dressed in blue slowly walks in, bows, and replys, "Mighty High
Priest wishes to meet your majesty, the Pharoah, at the dining hall to watch the festivities
this evening."
Stupid Seth...he changed his description again. I had forgotten there for a second
that Seth's servants wore blue all the time while mine wore crimson. I dismissed her while
Gia, my personal servant, puts my Millenium Puzzle around my neck and then perked my
spiky hair up. It's amazing how my hair can deify gravity with a simple push-up. Anyway,
Gia puts my 3-pound leadweight (what do you think it is?) in front of my red/black spiky hair,
but behind my gold colored bangs that poke out everywhere. I pick up my diamond half
necklace and slip it over my head and underneath my robe. Gia bows and then follows me
out of my chambers.
As my head guard (Snoutface, remember him?) escorts me down the many
hallways to the dining hall, I look around at my surroundings. The great stone walls that
housed me since birth looms over my head. Many carvings of past kings and queens pass
by us. And my mother.....she too was there, smiling ever so sweetly. I never met her for
she died giving birth to me. Father said she was a angel that he was blessed to love with
all his heart. Then he slapped me for even asking about her.
"Pharoah Yami, we are here.."
I nodded my head slightly and walked over to my throne, after he took his stand
next to it. 'Mighty High Priest' stares at me as I sit down. I stare back at him with a smirk
playing its way onto my face. Seth smirks as well. (Since Yami isn't 'that way' with Seth,
I will describe Seth for all you Kiaba fans. *ahem* Brown bangs almost cover his icy blue
eyes while the rest of his hair is hidden under his big poofy hat. The hat has gold and blue
lines in strange patterns all over it. A gold snake is wrapped around the perimeter on the
bottom layer of the hat. Gold bands wrap around his slim, yet muscular arms, with one on a
little under his shoulder and the other around his wrist. He also wears a gold collar with
inscriptions, showing that he is the high priest. His well toned chest and tummy have little
shadows playing tag upon them. Baggy blue pants with gold lines down the sides cover his
strong and smooth legs. *drool* okay, I'm done ^o^)
Some music interrupts our annual staredown. I break eye contact and look at
dining hall, finally noticing its fine decorations. A well woven carpet of crimson with specks
of blue and violet covers the floor in front of my throne and the way to the large double doors.
On either side of the carpet are many tables in which the guests of high station for the city
sit, knowing that slaves or sellers aren't allowed to attend unless they're the hired help. On
the walls are many tapestries that have Seth and me in them in some way. Like the one to
my left has a five year old me with my first heavy crown. And to my right, a proud looking
Seth with his Millenium Rod within his palms. But my favorite tapestry is the one that is on
the wall behind us.
It has a green border on a black background. In the middle of a lush green garden
with red roses and green vines reaching out of the bushes to wrap around the border, is a
white wolf. I just like it, probably because of the garden part. I shrug and turn my attention
back to the festivities. I hear Seth snort then hear him whisper, "This is boring, and too early
in the morning. If this low-lives don't pick up on the activities already, I'm leaving..."
I laughed a little and unfortunalty, Seth heard me. He hit me lightly on the arm and
returned to dissing the festival. My stomach growled and I think Seth's did too, so I motioned
for Gia to stop serving people.
She bowed and I said, "Go get the royal grapes and some apples." She bowed
again and left.
Seth leaned over and whispered, "I don't like grapes OR apples."
I laughed silently and replied, "Learn to like something new."
He growled back, "Yes Mother."
~~~~~~~~~~~
The Egyptian sun shown over the poor and rich parts of the city. Fortunalty for
Yami, he was inside a building, but everyone outside was sweating their butts off. Now Gia
had to go into the oven to retreive apples and grapes that haven't dissolved or melted yet.
The problem was to find these items that were suitable for kings to eat. Gia had a scheme
going on and she needed no screw-ups. She thought if she was extremely nice and kind,
then Yami would choose her for his wife. What she didn't know was Yami didn't give crap
about her, or the wife marrying thing. He had more things on his mind, like the Shadow
Realm, for example, had been opened and needed to be closed before monsters blew
the Earth up. And he did an excellent job hiding his frustation, too.
Anyway, while she was in a happy dreamland, Gia found a cart full of apples and
grapes. What luck, she thought. It's not everyday that someone finds apples and grapes on
the same cart. She started diging through her bag o Pharoah money, when a soft voice
interrupted the silence.
"Can I..uh..help you?"
Gia looked up and shook her head in a double-take. There, standing in with his
hands on the cart, was a minature Pharoah. Only this guy looked 11 as the Pharoah was
22, only because of his height. (that's assuming which makes an ass out of you and me ^o~) Although he was smiling, his violet
eyes were sad and he had cuts and scratches all over his face and bare arms. The rest of
him had a torn latin cloth covering him. But the most interesting feature was....the hair.
It stood straight up and was red and black like his majesty's, but instead of some gold bangs
sticking straight up, they all fell forward.
After shaking her head once more, the first-class servant pointed at some apples
and grapes. The young boy lost his smile, but put the food in the bag she carried. She
handed over the money and left just as quickly as she came. He carried to money into the
back area where all the extra food was.
"So, what happened?" a deep voice said.
The boy dropped the money and backed into a corner, scared silly. The owner of
the voice narrowed his eyes and stood up. Then he slowly walked over to the Pharoah
copy-cat. The boy was about to wet himself. The figure started laughing and fell to the
ground.
"I can't believe you fell for that, Yu." the laughing figure stood up, dusted himself off,
and helped the short boy up. (For all you 'I don't feel like using my brain right now', all the
Yugioh hikaris and Jou will have shorten versions of their name, like Yu for Yugi. Kay for Jou.
Ry for Ryou. And Mal for Malik.) This guy had the messiest blond hair in the world and
probably the muddest latin cloth ever. He didn't have as many cuts as Yu did nor were his
eyes violet. His eyes were a soft honey color.
"Kay, you know that's how my dad used to speak. But it is great that practicing
has been helping you." Yu softly spook, recovering from the effects of the dark voice. Kay
had been learning to copy others' voices.
"You should have seen your face, thou. It was funny as hell."
Yu laughed a little, trying to imagine it. Kat, Yu, and their friend Ry all had abusive
fathers when their were younger, but they escaped and found a seller who needed help
selling food. There, they got a job and had a safe haven too when guards looked for them.
The seller was a traveling salesman, Mal, and was not too much older than them. He was
21 while they were 20. Poor Yu. He was 4"2 all his life, while Ry was 5"4 and Kay was 5"7.
Mal was the same as Kay.
Yu and Kay were best friends ever since they met, knowing that one could depend
on the other. And being one of two that knew his past, Kay always tried to help Yu laugh at
it, like he did. But not even the jokester himself (who's that?) could keep Yu laughing for long.
Because of the abusive father, all he's known was fear and pain. Kay laughed with his little
buddy, as someone else entered the back area.
"What are you guys doing? Mal needs our help carrying some stuff?"
Both Kay and Yu looked at each other, then back at their albino friend as he walked
over to a box and sat on it. He was wearing the same thing as Kay and Yu but more clean,
as he was a neat freak. His big brown eyes used to shine with innocence but was broken
when his own father raped him. (Sad, isn't it?) After that, Kay and Yu found him out in the
shivering cold. That's when the three of them escaped the clutches of their fathers and ran
for the city. But anyway, he somewhat recovered from the rape, but he sometimes zones
out completly and Yu thinks it wise to let him come out on his own. Another person came
into the room and grunted.
"Ry, I asked you to come get these two. And Kay, I asked if you could get Yu.
But no, you're chatting away.
The albino stood up and replied, "It seems you don't have much patience today."
The lavendar eyed one turned his heel and said, "Of course I don't, because if I
don't get these fruits to Bhakato, I'll be out of business." This guy had on a more expensive
looking outfit than the other three. In fact he also had shoes. But the only fact he wore
these things was to look like a slave owner and the sad truth, he was a escaped slave as
well. Ry, Kay, and Yu all knew that so they didn't complain. Plus Mal had given them a
home and food when no one else would.
"True, let's go." Kay said as he ran out the back opening.
"Okay." Yu and Ry said in unison as they too ran out.
"It's about damn time!" Mal cried as he followed.
~~~~~~~~~
In the shadows to the left of where Ry had sat down, a black figure stood with
Shadow Realm energy surrounding her. The symbol on her forehead glowed blood red with
her narrow eyes following suit. With the light that shown in from the tent opening, a deadly
smile with fangs was seen before the scene blackened out all together.
(points for those who know who this is)
being a butthole. Now stop listening to me and start reading!!
Thanks to these reviewers:
Celestial- I agree with you fully. Bakura's gonna have that staring problem in this story later
on...^o^
Empress I- Thanks for hanging around to read all my crappy chapters. And I'm glad to know
you liked every chapter anyway.......
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 6: The Sands of Time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yami's POV
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*Dream Sequence*
Where am I? The city looks deserted and what the hell am I wearing? The outfit is
a slave's, not a pharoah's.....I seriously need to get back in my own clothes. I feel like I only
have this on and nothing else. Oh shit....it IS the only thing I'm wearing.... All the color runs
from my face. This raged thing probably hasn't been washed since it's been made. Suddenly
a harsh voice interrupts my thoughts, "What? Is the mighty Pharoah scared of a.....piece of
fabric?"
No body says things like that to me!! I turn around to give them my famous death
glare, but instead my eyes widen and my jaw drops. There, being held by the neck, was my
old friend, Patricia(when he last remembered her), and she was struggling to get free. My
whole body tensed while my face turned a different color. "LET HER GO!!!!" I yelled at the
figure who stood behind her.
I figure just laughed and stepped into the light a little. That little bit was enough for
me to see the eyes. Oh....I stared in disbelief. They were rainbow.....but more narrow then
my friend's. Suddenly, Patricia shivers, makes a sort of gurgling sound, then dissolves into a
pile of sand at the figure's feet. The dark figure emerges, being sure the sweep the sand
behind her. I frozen on the stop because there, in front of me, stands a darker, taller, and
more powerful Patricia.
Her eyes were narrowed and the symbol of the Blood gang on her forehead glowed
with revenge. She smirks, which makes me shiver a bit, and then charges at me, aiming her
sharp claws at my throat..
*End Dream Sequence*
I jump up, partically grasping for air. I try to calm my heartbeat down because it
feels like it wants to jump out of my chest. My body's covered in sweat and I throw off the
silk covers. I get off my gigantic and fluffy bed to open the doors the led to my balcony. I
walk out in the freezing cold air to see the sun start to rise. As usual, that damn nightmare
woke me up before the sun rose. I've been having this nightmare for a few weeks and I still
can't figure it out. Patricia wouldn't have turned into a bloodthirsty creature as she aged,
would she? Well, with the Blood gang, she would have.
The Blood gang have been after my father's power in Egypt for decades and they're
out there somewhere, still trying to get it. They're known for hiding in the shadows and killing
innocent people with strange and unusual powers. Shortly after Patricia ran out of the palace,
my father ordered all of his guards to search the city for her and to kill anyone who got in their
way. The people feared him for that and the fact that he killed children for his own sick game
was even worse. (you'll find out later) My personal opinion was that the Blood gang could of
gotten the power out of Father's hands easier without the guards. But Father disagreed and
slapped me upside my head for questioning his mighty judgement.
But his rule soon came to an end when he had that heart attack 2 summers ago. I
came to power after that, good thing I was old enough, and I tried to order the guards to stop
looking for her. But that's when I found out that Father had a death wish. To find Patricia
and whip her til she dies. How could he be so cruel.... I have to be strong thou. Father
didn't beat me til his death for nothing. Anyway, I leave my balcony and call for some
servants to give me a sponge bath. I do love those.
I get the sponge bath and recover from the effects of the horrid nightmare. A soft
knock is heard on my carved double doors as other servants dress me into crimson robs and
silk pants. After nodding my approval, one servant goes and opens one of the gold trimmed
doors. A female servant dressed in blue slowly walks in, bows, and replys, "Mighty High
Priest wishes to meet your majesty, the Pharoah, at the dining hall to watch the festivities
this evening."
Stupid Seth...he changed his description again. I had forgotten there for a second
that Seth's servants wore blue all the time while mine wore crimson. I dismissed her while
Gia, my personal servant, puts my Millenium Puzzle around my neck and then perked my
spiky hair up. It's amazing how my hair can deify gravity with a simple push-up. Anyway,
Gia puts my 3-pound leadweight (what do you think it is?) in front of my red/black spiky hair,
but behind my gold colored bangs that poke out everywhere. I pick up my diamond half
necklace and slip it over my head and underneath my robe. Gia bows and then follows me
out of my chambers.
As my head guard (Snoutface, remember him?) escorts me down the many
hallways to the dining hall, I look around at my surroundings. The great stone walls that
housed me since birth looms over my head. Many carvings of past kings and queens pass
by us. And my mother.....she too was there, smiling ever so sweetly. I never met her for
she died giving birth to me. Father said she was a angel that he was blessed to love with
all his heart. Then he slapped me for even asking about her.
"Pharoah Yami, we are here.."
I nodded my head slightly and walked over to my throne, after he took his stand
next to it. 'Mighty High Priest' stares at me as I sit down. I stare back at him with a smirk
playing its way onto my face. Seth smirks as well. (Since Yami isn't 'that way' with Seth,
I will describe Seth for all you Kiaba fans. *ahem* Brown bangs almost cover his icy blue
eyes while the rest of his hair is hidden under his big poofy hat. The hat has gold and blue
lines in strange patterns all over it. A gold snake is wrapped around the perimeter on the
bottom layer of the hat. Gold bands wrap around his slim, yet muscular arms, with one on a
little under his shoulder and the other around his wrist. He also wears a gold collar with
inscriptions, showing that he is the high priest. His well toned chest and tummy have little
shadows playing tag upon them. Baggy blue pants with gold lines down the sides cover his
strong and smooth legs. *drool* okay, I'm done ^o^)
Some music interrupts our annual staredown. I break eye contact and look at
dining hall, finally noticing its fine decorations. A well woven carpet of crimson with specks
of blue and violet covers the floor in front of my throne and the way to the large double doors.
On either side of the carpet are many tables in which the guests of high station for the city
sit, knowing that slaves or sellers aren't allowed to attend unless they're the hired help. On
the walls are many tapestries that have Seth and me in them in some way. Like the one to
my left has a five year old me with my first heavy crown. And to my right, a proud looking
Seth with his Millenium Rod within his palms. But my favorite tapestry is the one that is on
the wall behind us.
It has a green border on a black background. In the middle of a lush green garden
with red roses and green vines reaching out of the bushes to wrap around the border, is a
white wolf. I just like it, probably because of the garden part. I shrug and turn my attention
back to the festivities. I hear Seth snort then hear him whisper, "This is boring, and too early
in the morning. If this low-lives don't pick up on the activities already, I'm leaving..."
I laughed a little and unfortunalty, Seth heard me. He hit me lightly on the arm and
returned to dissing the festival. My stomach growled and I think Seth's did too, so I motioned
for Gia to stop serving people.
She bowed and I said, "Go get the royal grapes and some apples." She bowed
again and left.
Seth leaned over and whispered, "I don't like grapes OR apples."
I laughed silently and replied, "Learn to like something new."
He growled back, "Yes Mother."
~~~~~~~~~~~
The Egyptian sun shown over the poor and rich parts of the city. Fortunalty for
Yami, he was inside a building, but everyone outside was sweating their butts off. Now Gia
had to go into the oven to retreive apples and grapes that haven't dissolved or melted yet.
The problem was to find these items that were suitable for kings to eat. Gia had a scheme
going on and she needed no screw-ups. She thought if she was extremely nice and kind,
then Yami would choose her for his wife. What she didn't know was Yami didn't give crap
about her, or the wife marrying thing. He had more things on his mind, like the Shadow
Realm, for example, had been opened and needed to be closed before monsters blew
the Earth up. And he did an excellent job hiding his frustation, too.
Anyway, while she was in a happy dreamland, Gia found a cart full of apples and
grapes. What luck, she thought. It's not everyday that someone finds apples and grapes on
the same cart. She started diging through her bag o Pharoah money, when a soft voice
interrupted the silence.
"Can I..uh..help you?"
Gia looked up and shook her head in a double-take. There, standing in with his
hands on the cart, was a minature Pharoah. Only this guy looked 11 as the Pharoah was
22, only because of his height. (that's assuming which makes an ass out of you and me ^o~) Although he was smiling, his violet
eyes were sad and he had cuts and scratches all over his face and bare arms. The rest of
him had a torn latin cloth covering him. But the most interesting feature was....the hair.
It stood straight up and was red and black like his majesty's, but instead of some gold bangs
sticking straight up, they all fell forward.
After shaking her head once more, the first-class servant pointed at some apples
and grapes. The young boy lost his smile, but put the food in the bag she carried. She
handed over the money and left just as quickly as she came. He carried to money into the
back area where all the extra food was.
"So, what happened?" a deep voice said.
The boy dropped the money and backed into a corner, scared silly. The owner of
the voice narrowed his eyes and stood up. Then he slowly walked over to the Pharoah
copy-cat. The boy was about to wet himself. The figure started laughing and fell to the
ground.
"I can't believe you fell for that, Yu." the laughing figure stood up, dusted himself off,
and helped the short boy up. (For all you 'I don't feel like using my brain right now', all the
Yugioh hikaris and Jou will have shorten versions of their name, like Yu for Yugi. Kay for Jou.
Ry for Ryou. And Mal for Malik.) This guy had the messiest blond hair in the world and
probably the muddest latin cloth ever. He didn't have as many cuts as Yu did nor were his
eyes violet. His eyes were a soft honey color.
"Kay, you know that's how my dad used to speak. But it is great that practicing
has been helping you." Yu softly spook, recovering from the effects of the dark voice. Kay
had been learning to copy others' voices.
"You should have seen your face, thou. It was funny as hell."
Yu laughed a little, trying to imagine it. Kat, Yu, and their friend Ry all had abusive
fathers when their were younger, but they escaped and found a seller who needed help
selling food. There, they got a job and had a safe haven too when guards looked for them.
The seller was a traveling salesman, Mal, and was not too much older than them. He was
21 while they were 20. Poor Yu. He was 4"2 all his life, while Ry was 5"4 and Kay was 5"7.
Mal was the same as Kay.
Yu and Kay were best friends ever since they met, knowing that one could depend
on the other. And being one of two that knew his past, Kay always tried to help Yu laugh at
it, like he did. But not even the jokester himself (who's that?) could keep Yu laughing for long.
Because of the abusive father, all he's known was fear and pain. Kay laughed with his little
buddy, as someone else entered the back area.
"What are you guys doing? Mal needs our help carrying some stuff?"
Both Kay and Yu looked at each other, then back at their albino friend as he walked
over to a box and sat on it. He was wearing the same thing as Kay and Yu but more clean,
as he was a neat freak. His big brown eyes used to shine with innocence but was broken
when his own father raped him. (Sad, isn't it?) After that, Kay and Yu found him out in the
shivering cold. That's when the three of them escaped the clutches of their fathers and ran
for the city. But anyway, he somewhat recovered from the rape, but he sometimes zones
out completly and Yu thinks it wise to let him come out on his own. Another person came
into the room and grunted.
"Ry, I asked you to come get these two. And Kay, I asked if you could get Yu.
But no, you're chatting away.
The albino stood up and replied, "It seems you don't have much patience today."
The lavendar eyed one turned his heel and said, "Of course I don't, because if I
don't get these fruits to Bhakato, I'll be out of business." This guy had on a more expensive
looking outfit than the other three. In fact he also had shoes. But the only fact he wore
these things was to look like a slave owner and the sad truth, he was a escaped slave as
well. Ry, Kay, and Yu all knew that so they didn't complain. Plus Mal had given them a
home and food when no one else would.
"True, let's go." Kay said as he ran out the back opening.
"Okay." Yu and Ry said in unison as they too ran out.
"It's about damn time!" Mal cried as he followed.
~~~~~~~~~
In the shadows to the left of where Ry had sat down, a black figure stood with
Shadow Realm energy surrounding her. The symbol on her forehead glowed blood red with
her narrow eyes following suit. With the light that shown in from the tent opening, a deadly
smile with fangs was seen before the scene blackened out all together.
(points for those who know who this is)