Lachlan: Okay…chappy three is now underway!! Yay!! *Runs around room arse naked.*
Isis: *shudders* That was disturbing… almost as disturbing as watching Bakura do the wedgie dance…
Bakura: Awww…. You remembered!! *Hugs Isis.* Yay!!
Ryou: Sorry. Bakura! Come here! Leave them to the story!!
Bakura: BYE!! *Stops and stares at Lachlan.* Is she-?
Lachlan: AHHHHH!!!!!!!!! *Runs*
Isis: Once again, we do not own Yugioh. ONWARD!!!!!!!!!!
Gwinamae screamed as she was pulled away from Ketrakae, and Anatsu smiled at her.
"You're cute." he said. "Let's see just how cute you are."
He untied her hair ribbon, causing her amber honey colored hair to fall over her shoulders.
"Cute." he remarked.
He reached out to remove her shirt when a green scepter smacked him in the face, sending him flying backwards.
"Master Doramae!" Gwinamae breathed.
"Get behind me." he ordered.
Gwinamae obeyed, and Ketrakae followed, the Armed Ninja that held her having fled.
"I thought we were goners!" she cried.
Master Doramae glared at the gang.
"Leave this neighborhood."
Anatsu laughed.
"Tough talk coming from someone who's wearing tights and a dress!"
His gang laughed heartily. Master Doramae sighed.
"Idiots. It's a robe!!!"
He rolled his eyes.
"I'm tired of you scum. DARK MAGIC ATTACK!!!" he roared, and with a splintering blast, they were gone. Gwinamae hugged him in her relief.
"Oh, Master Doramae, you were amazing!!" she cried.
He gently pushed her away.
"I told you to get here before Ra settled down. That was your first task as my apprentice. I'm disappointed in you, Gwinamae."
He pulled a silver whistle out of his robes and blew it. Presently, a Dark Witch appeared.
"Yes, Master Doramae?" she asked.
"Please take the young Dark Elf home. My apprentice needs to come inside with me."
The Dark Witch helped Ketrakae onto her floating staff, and quietly flew off.
Doramae looked at his young apprentice. She was scuffing her toes in the dirt, looking at the ground, her hands clenched behind her. Tears were running down her blushing cheeks.
"I'm sorry." she whispered.
Doramae sighed. He really didn't mean to be so hard on her. She was so young and fragile. He had just been worried about her, that's all.
"You're scared, and tired. And I bet you're hungry." he said. "Come on inside, I have dinner waiting."
He picked up his bags and walked inside, Gwinamae following reluctantly.
Inside, however, her fear and hurt disappeared as she observed the inside of his home.
It was decorated in the style of an Egyptian sorcerer's ceremony temple. The walls were beige, like the color of a temple, and the paintings on the wall of Osiris, Anubis, and Isis took her breath away.
"Come have some dinner." he said. "I bet you're hungry."
Dinner turned out to be some soup, soft bread, and ice water. She ate silently, avoiding his eyes. The warm soup and Doramae's gentle chatter helped her nerves calm down.
"So how old are you?" he asked kindly.
"170." she answered, keeping her eyes glued to her bowl.
"By Ra, you're young!" he exclaimed.
He frowned.
"What's wrong Gwinamae? You're all flustered."
She trembled.
"I CAN'T TELL YOU, OKAY?!" she cried, and ran from the room.
Doramae sat for a few minutes, wondering. Then realization dawned on his face.
"I see." he said. "I see."
Lachlan: R&R, please!!!
Isis: CAN'T CATCH ME!!!
Lachlan: WATCH ME!!!!!!!! COM'ERE!!!!
