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Chapter #8: Unknown Secrets (II)
*~*~*Reader's POV*~*~*
"Goodnight mother, father. Goodnight Dieen." the young Justika called out as she entered her room. She removed her black wig and let her orange hair shine through. She didn't like that wig...it made her scalp itch. She climbed under the covers and tried to fall asleep.
Just as she was about to drift into unconsciousness, a gentle nudge woke her up.
"Oh, Dieen...what do you want?" Justi asked her older sister as she sat upright on her bed. Her sister was almost her exact opposite. She had dark skin with black hair and red eyes. She had fair skin, orange hair and green eyes. She didn't like her sister's eyes that much. She feared that if she stared into them too long, she would pass out because they reminded her of blood.
"Shh...don't talk so loud...father and mother will hear."
"Okay, what do you want?" Justi asked again in a faint whisper
"Don't tell anyone about this story, alright?" Dieen said, "Listen, today when I went to the market, a young boy came over to me and tried to take our money when I went through one of the alleys. I defended myself and slit his throat with...father's knife...I killed him. So don't tell anyone. It has been on my conscience since this afternoon and I needed to tell someone. Keep it secret...can I trust you?"
Justi got her fingers and rode them across her lips, as if she was zipping up her mouth. She always did this when her sister told her something or when she saw her do something bad. Like that time when Dieen grabbed a King Cobra that was about to strike both of them and crushed its skull with her fingers. Justi didn't know how she did it.
"Okay, good. Go back to sleep." Dieen left the room, not making a sound.
Justi knew that her sister was different. She would chant all sorts of words and get all sorts of stuff in return. Dieen told her once that everyone has a certain talent, and when she asked her what talent she had, Dieen responded, "Healing." Although Justi didn't understand her, she didn't question her big sister. Dieen was strong, even for a ten year old, and no one ever double-crossed her. Some of the local people thought that she was evil and had put false claims against her. Fortunately, her father, Priest Karim, dismissed all claims, and no harm was put on her sister. She soon fell asleep, but in the morning, she wished that she hadn't got up.
When the family was being served breakfast, a loud knocking came on their door. [Who could that be?] Justi wondered.
"Priest Karim? We need to talk to your daughter." Her father opened the door to see two guards standing there. Justi heard her sister mumbling under her breath.
"Dieen? Come with us..." ordered one of the guards
In a silent whisper, Dieen replied, "No."
"Are you resisting Pharaoh's orders?" the other guard demanded.
"What is this about?" shrilled Justi's mother. No one answered her. Dieen stood up and walked towards the guards. "No, I'm not resisting Pharaoh's orders. I'm resisting you. What do you want from me?"
Angered by the girl's refusal to come quietly, one guard said, "A witness believes that they saw you murder a young boy." Both parents were shocked, and the mother almost fainted.
Dieen smiled, and it was because she was laughing. "Fine...Take me away." And she held out her arms so they could pull her along.
"Dieen! Is this statement true?" Karim asked. Once again, she smiled, but she didn't answer him. Justi was almost close to tears. This was something that Dieen told her what would happen if she told anyone...but she didn't say anything. She ran to her room and cried softly on her pillow. What is going to happen to her? Her only sister?
The next thing that she knew was that she was being asked all sorts of questions about Dieen. She didn't answer any of them. Finally, the guard that was interrogating her grabbed both her wrists and painfully squeezed them. Before he broke them, she screamed out everything that her sister had done from the Cobra to the dead boy. The guards smiled as they watched Justi cry over her sister and her near-broken wrists.
When the guards taking Justi back to her parents, she saw Dieen walk hand- in-hand with two more guards down the opposite hallway.
"DIEEN!" she yelled as she broke free of the guards hands. She ran towards her sister and before she could say anything, Dieen said, "Don't worry sister, I'll be okay. I'm going to a place were I be me and not be killed for it."
With tears in her eyes, Justi watched as her sister broke free of the guards by easily snapping their wrists. Then to everyone's horror, the two guards began to choke and Dieen stood motionless before them staring at them with her bloody eyes.
"Dieen! Stop!" Her mother cried...but she didn't. She continued to stare at the two guards until they died. They did, and the two guards that were interrogating Justi were too scared to do anything.
"That is what you get for hurting my sister, my family, and I." She began to laugh manically as she put her hands, palms facing outwards, on her chest. Dieen began to chant and two bright lights began to form from her palms. Suddenly, two fireballs emerged from her palms and she shot them out towards the two remaining guards. They were sent flying backwards.
"I'm going to a place were I can be free." Justi was now crying as she realized that her sister wasn't the kind, loving one she thought. Something or someone was inside her, making her do all these evil things.
Soon, the Pharaoh [1] arrived from behind Dieen. Before she could do anything, he unleashed the power from his Millennium Item and sent her soul to the Shadow Realm. Dieen mouthed out the words, 'Goodbye' to her sister before her eyes went vacant, before her soul was pushed away into a dark, scary and merciless Realm. Justi fell to her knees...but she didn't cry this time. Whatever was in her sister was gone now, it was dead, it wouldn't hurt anyone again...and her sister was free.
But Justi was wrong...evil, unfortunately, lives forever.
*~*~*Two years later*~*~*
"Goodnight" Justi mumbled out to her parents. She entered her room and threw her wig at her mirror in anger. [Why do I have to wear that thing? Oh yeah, that way I can look normal.] She undressed herself and slipped under the covers. [Why can't anyone in this stupid city respect others for who they are?! Why does everyone have to look at status and appearance all the time? IT'S NOT FAIR!] She wasn't going to sleep tonight...she knew that. She decided to go out and talk a walk—or just stare at the pale white moon.
She silently crept out of her bedroom, and walked towards a secret exit her and her dead sister found when they were little. She missed her so much. Justi wiped away a tear as she slowly made her way through one of the main corridors in the palace. Her family, along with most of the other Priest's families lived within the Pharaoh's palace.
She made it past the two guards on watch easily and finally made outside onto the balcony in the cool night air. She looked up at the moon and wondered if her sister could see her. Justi also wondered if a world with tolerance and peace between people of different race, colour and status could ever be accomplished. She sighed...and chuckled to herself. [Not the way things are going now.]
Then, she heard something behind her...it sounded like footprints. She turned around to face the thing behind her. The thing moved slowly into the moonlight and she noticed that it could be a servant boy...he had dirty blonde hair and was wearing the standard brown robe. He had deep brown eyes...she began to get scared.
"Please," she whispered, "Don't tell anyone that I'm here. Please don't."
"I was just about to say the same thing."
"Huh?"
He laughed. "I'm a servant, you're probably a priestess...you do the math."
Justi understood now. If he told anyone, no one would listen anyways; he was a servant after all. "Oh. Well, don't worry, I won't tell a soul."
"If...?"
"If...what?" she asked.
"You won't tell a soul if I do something for you. What do you want?" he explained.
"Uh...nothing." Justi said dumbly.
"No, you just can't think of anything."
"Alright...fine." She said. "I won't tell a soul that you were here if...you stay out here and keep me company. Is that good enough for you?"
He shrugged. "Fine by me." He moved up, slowly, towards her. He rubbed his hand on his already dirty robe. "Uh, my name is Jouonuchi, but you can call me Jou." Justi shook his hand. It was very rough, and had many scratches that were probably made from working in the fields.
"My name is Justika, but you can call me Justi." She then removed her hand from his grip and noticed that she had blood on it. "Oh no...Jou, you're bleeding!"
He withdrew his hand and shook his head quickly, "No...I'm not. Don't worry about it."
"Give me your hand." She demanded. He showed her his palm, and she noticed that one of the scars reopened to let loose a slow trickle of blood that was staining his hand.
"Don't worry that always happens...it'll stop."
"Yeah...don't come crying when you get a new breed of bacteria growing on you." She looked around and found a pail of water; she pulled him over to it and made him wash his hands in it. She then took a piece of soiled linen from a nearby laundry heap and washed it in the water as well. Before he could protest, she bandaged his entire hand and put pressure on the cut with her hand. A faint glow came from her fingertips as she felt a stinging pain in her own hand where Jou's cut was. She drew her hand back and noticed that the blood had stopped staining the piece of linen. She didn't want to say anything.
"Thanks...Justi." He said quietly.
"Don't mention it." She smiled. And so did he.
It was well into the night before they stopped talking to one another and agreed that they better get back to their families. Jou suggested that they should meet every once in a while here. She agreed happily; Justi really liked Jou...and she didn't care that he was a servant. They talked about their families, their siblings, and their friends. Jou's father was a farmer and a carpenter. His mother was a seamstress; she made most of the linen to make the clothes for his village. He had no siblings...and he worked in the Pharaoh's fields with his father.
She told him that her father was Priest Karim, and that her mother was a Priestess. Her family was highly respected. She didn't tell him about her dead sister. She also told him about her plans for a better world. He wanted the same thing...but told her not to get her hopes up. They lived in a twisted world...and there was nothing either of them could do about it. She said that she would keep hoping until the day she died.
She returned to her home, getting past the guards with ease. She crawled under the covers and wondered why her hand glowed, how Jou's cut healed so fast and why she felt pain. Then, she remembered what her sister had said when she asked her how she killed the Cobra.
"Everyone has a gift, sister."
"What's mine, Dieen?"
"Healing, my sister...you have the curing touch."
Justi then fell asleep and dreamed happy dreams.
[1] The Pharaoh mentioned here isn't Yami, but his dad. Remember, both Justi and Yami are the same age.
\\ That is only part of my past, Elaya. Do you need to get up or anything? \\
Still half asleep, I managed to say // Nah, I'm good. That 'Jou' resembles my friend Joey...Is everyone in the world a re-incarnation of someone from the past? //
\\ I do not know. Most likely...\\
// I think that you looked so cute when you were little. // I smiled. // What time does the next memory take place? //
\\ The Prince Yami's 10th birthday brunch. \\
*~*~*Reader's POV*~*~*
It was a beautiful day in Egypt and Justi's family was gathered around a table outside. They sat in front of the Pharaoh and his son, Yami, who was celebrating his tenth birthday. Yami was already beginning to take responsibility of being the next Pharaoh because his father was very sick. Although he was very young, he already knew how to deal with problems, read and interpret the scriptures...he was ready to take charge of all of Egypt.
While the grown-ups talked, Justi was looking around in the fields for Jou...and maybe, if she could recognize him, his dad. She had barely eaten anything on her plate, just the fruit. The previous night, Jou and her were talking about the Prince and what they thought he could do to change the society. After they said what they thought, they burst out laughing knowing that it wasn't gonna come true.
After her parents and the Pharaoh had stopped talking, Justi asked her mother quietly, "Can I be excused?"
"Honey," her mom started, "The brunch is just getting started."
"I'm not hungry." Her mom looked very displeased at her daughter but allowed her to leave the table. Before Justi left, she grabbed a piece of fruit, bowed and curtseyed to the Pharaoh and the Prince then left in the direction of the fields.
She arrived at the grain fields first, and found Jou right away. He was very close to where she was standing.
"Jou!" she exclaimed softly.
"Hey, Justi...how's it going?"
"Great! Here, I got you some breakfast." Justi smiled as Jou took the fruit.
"I'll eat it later; after I'm done my work." He turned around and noticed that the slave master, Bakura, was coming their way. "You better get out of here. The slave master is coming." Justi heard the cruel snap of the whip as it came in contact with an old man's back. She walked away from the fields, but stayed close enough to come back to Jou when the slave master left his area. The slave master had long white hair with dark brown eyes. He wore a long white robe that was hemmed at the sides with a pale blue.
He noticed that a slave had stopped working and was taking a breather. "Keep working, you pathetic slave." He snapped the whip on the man's neck as he cried out in pain. "Yes, master." The man said slowly. It was then that Justi noticed this man looked a lot like Jou...it was his father.
Jou had stopped working to hear his dad get the whip, and he whirled around so he didn't see it. Bakura walked over to him and gave him the whip as well. "You too, slave boy." Jou collapsed in the sand, holder his shoulder where the stinging pain of the whip remained. Jou's father called out, "No! Stop! Don't hurt the boy, please!" as he rushed to his son's side.
Bakura showed no mercy as he got a knife from one of his holsters, and sliced Jou's father's arm. Instantly, a large puddle of blood formed at their feet as the man fell to the ground.
"Next time, don't question my doings!" Bakura kicked Jou's father in the side, and walked away.
"Dad! Are you alright?!" Jou was crying. He didn't want his dad to die.
"Yes..." he croaked as he held his upper arm, trying to stop the flow of blood.
"We need to get you some help. Come on!" Jou cried. His father's eyes began to close up and his breathing was slowing down. Bakura had slashed a main artery into pieces...so Jou's father was dying because of blood loss.
Justi began to run back to Jou to try and heal his dad like she healed him. When she got there, it was too late. Jou's father went lifeless in his arms, and Jou began to cry softly. Justi began to cry as well...she could have helped him if she left her hiding place sooner instead of waiting for that white-haired jerk to leave.
"Dad," Jou sniffed between sobs. Justi turned around and ran away. She couldn't help the dad...or Jou anymore. She returned to the brunch. She noticed that many of the other servants were beginning to gather around Jou and his dead father...to offer condolences. Finally, some people picked up the dead man and went inside a little house to begin the burial process. Wiping away her tears, and making sure she didn't look like she just witnessed a murder, she went back to her seat and sat quietly.
She noticed that her parents were smiling...a lot. Apparently, they were done eating and were about to leave. Her mother hugged her and pulled her along towards their rooms. Her father stayed behind to talk some more. Justi knew that something was up, but she didn't care. Her friend's father was just killed, and she couldn't do anything about it.
Knowing that Jou wouldn't be waiting for her at the balcony, she walked slowly towards it. When she got there, she put her head in her hands and cried. [Poor Jou.] She thought. [Poor, poor Jou.] She looked up towards the moon, staring at its size and pale white colour. [I wonder if Jou's dad can talk to my sister...] Then, she heard something from behind her. She whirled around to see that it was a boy with spiky hair, wearing a vest and long shorts. Justi gulped [The Prince!]
"What are you doing here?" Yami asked her. She stood silent. "Well Justi?" She hadn't taken off her wig, so her orange hair wasn't visible.
She remained calm. "I was about to ask you the same thing. I—I couldn't sleep."
He laughed. "Where did you go today? I wanted to talk to you." What was she going to say? 'I went to the fields and saw my best friend's dad get murdered. That's all.'?
"I went for a walk." She lied.
"You're lying." He said with a smile.
"No. I'm not."
"Yes you are. I can tell."
"Fine...the truth is I went for a walk and saw my best friend's dad get killed. Happy?"
"I'm sorry." Yami bowed his head.
"Don't be. You had nothing to do with it." She turned back around and looked at the moon. [Why is this guy so mature?]
"What is this 'friend's' name?"
"You wouldn't know." She wasn't trying to sound bitter, but the Prince wouldn't know the names of all of the people who service him.
"I see. Are you going to be okay?" He put a hand on her shoulder. She froze...why was the Prince of Egypt touching her?
"Uh...I'll be—I'll be fine." She stuttered. "What did you want to talk about at the brunch today?"
"I'm sure that your parents will tell you later." Then he turned around and left. [That boy is strange. He tells me that he wants to talk, and then he doesn't. Sure is cute though.] She felt herself blush. Justi returned to her room and fell asleep instantly.
// Aww, you had a crush on the Pharaoh! // I chanted in a sing-song voice when the memory ended.
\\ Hush. There is more to show you...The next memory will be when I am thirteen years old. That is three years after Jou's father died. \\
*~*
That was a fun chapter. There's more coming up, though. The next memory scenes may have sex and the occasional violence. Happy reading! Next chapter soon!
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Chapter #8: Unknown Secrets (II)
*~*~*Reader's POV*~*~*
"Goodnight mother, father. Goodnight Dieen." the young Justika called out as she entered her room. She removed her black wig and let her orange hair shine through. She didn't like that wig...it made her scalp itch. She climbed under the covers and tried to fall asleep.
Just as she was about to drift into unconsciousness, a gentle nudge woke her up.
"Oh, Dieen...what do you want?" Justi asked her older sister as she sat upright on her bed. Her sister was almost her exact opposite. She had dark skin with black hair and red eyes. She had fair skin, orange hair and green eyes. She didn't like her sister's eyes that much. She feared that if she stared into them too long, she would pass out because they reminded her of blood.
"Shh...don't talk so loud...father and mother will hear."
"Okay, what do you want?" Justi asked again in a faint whisper
"Don't tell anyone about this story, alright?" Dieen said, "Listen, today when I went to the market, a young boy came over to me and tried to take our money when I went through one of the alleys. I defended myself and slit his throat with...father's knife...I killed him. So don't tell anyone. It has been on my conscience since this afternoon and I needed to tell someone. Keep it secret...can I trust you?"
Justi got her fingers and rode them across her lips, as if she was zipping up her mouth. She always did this when her sister told her something or when she saw her do something bad. Like that time when Dieen grabbed a King Cobra that was about to strike both of them and crushed its skull with her fingers. Justi didn't know how she did it.
"Okay, good. Go back to sleep." Dieen left the room, not making a sound.
Justi knew that her sister was different. She would chant all sorts of words and get all sorts of stuff in return. Dieen told her once that everyone has a certain talent, and when she asked her what talent she had, Dieen responded, "Healing." Although Justi didn't understand her, she didn't question her big sister. Dieen was strong, even for a ten year old, and no one ever double-crossed her. Some of the local people thought that she was evil and had put false claims against her. Fortunately, her father, Priest Karim, dismissed all claims, and no harm was put on her sister. She soon fell asleep, but in the morning, she wished that she hadn't got up.
When the family was being served breakfast, a loud knocking came on their door. [Who could that be?] Justi wondered.
"Priest Karim? We need to talk to your daughter." Her father opened the door to see two guards standing there. Justi heard her sister mumbling under her breath.
"Dieen? Come with us..." ordered one of the guards
In a silent whisper, Dieen replied, "No."
"Are you resisting Pharaoh's orders?" the other guard demanded.
"What is this about?" shrilled Justi's mother. No one answered her. Dieen stood up and walked towards the guards. "No, I'm not resisting Pharaoh's orders. I'm resisting you. What do you want from me?"
Angered by the girl's refusal to come quietly, one guard said, "A witness believes that they saw you murder a young boy." Both parents were shocked, and the mother almost fainted.
Dieen smiled, and it was because she was laughing. "Fine...Take me away." And she held out her arms so they could pull her along.
"Dieen! Is this statement true?" Karim asked. Once again, she smiled, but she didn't answer him. Justi was almost close to tears. This was something that Dieen told her what would happen if she told anyone...but she didn't say anything. She ran to her room and cried softly on her pillow. What is going to happen to her? Her only sister?
The next thing that she knew was that she was being asked all sorts of questions about Dieen. She didn't answer any of them. Finally, the guard that was interrogating her grabbed both her wrists and painfully squeezed them. Before he broke them, she screamed out everything that her sister had done from the Cobra to the dead boy. The guards smiled as they watched Justi cry over her sister and her near-broken wrists.
When the guards taking Justi back to her parents, she saw Dieen walk hand- in-hand with two more guards down the opposite hallway.
"DIEEN!" she yelled as she broke free of the guards hands. She ran towards her sister and before she could say anything, Dieen said, "Don't worry sister, I'll be okay. I'm going to a place were I be me and not be killed for it."
With tears in her eyes, Justi watched as her sister broke free of the guards by easily snapping their wrists. Then to everyone's horror, the two guards began to choke and Dieen stood motionless before them staring at them with her bloody eyes.
"Dieen! Stop!" Her mother cried...but she didn't. She continued to stare at the two guards until they died. They did, and the two guards that were interrogating Justi were too scared to do anything.
"That is what you get for hurting my sister, my family, and I." She began to laugh manically as she put her hands, palms facing outwards, on her chest. Dieen began to chant and two bright lights began to form from her palms. Suddenly, two fireballs emerged from her palms and she shot them out towards the two remaining guards. They were sent flying backwards.
"I'm going to a place were I can be free." Justi was now crying as she realized that her sister wasn't the kind, loving one she thought. Something or someone was inside her, making her do all these evil things.
Soon, the Pharaoh [1] arrived from behind Dieen. Before she could do anything, he unleashed the power from his Millennium Item and sent her soul to the Shadow Realm. Dieen mouthed out the words, 'Goodbye' to her sister before her eyes went vacant, before her soul was pushed away into a dark, scary and merciless Realm. Justi fell to her knees...but she didn't cry this time. Whatever was in her sister was gone now, it was dead, it wouldn't hurt anyone again...and her sister was free.
But Justi was wrong...evil, unfortunately, lives forever.
*~*~*Two years later*~*~*
"Goodnight" Justi mumbled out to her parents. She entered her room and threw her wig at her mirror in anger. [Why do I have to wear that thing? Oh yeah, that way I can look normal.] She undressed herself and slipped under the covers. [Why can't anyone in this stupid city respect others for who they are?! Why does everyone have to look at status and appearance all the time? IT'S NOT FAIR!] She wasn't going to sleep tonight...she knew that. She decided to go out and talk a walk—or just stare at the pale white moon.
She silently crept out of her bedroom, and walked towards a secret exit her and her dead sister found when they were little. She missed her so much. Justi wiped away a tear as she slowly made her way through one of the main corridors in the palace. Her family, along with most of the other Priest's families lived within the Pharaoh's palace.
She made it past the two guards on watch easily and finally made outside onto the balcony in the cool night air. She looked up at the moon and wondered if her sister could see her. Justi also wondered if a world with tolerance and peace between people of different race, colour and status could ever be accomplished. She sighed...and chuckled to herself. [Not the way things are going now.]
Then, she heard something behind her...it sounded like footprints. She turned around to face the thing behind her. The thing moved slowly into the moonlight and she noticed that it could be a servant boy...he had dirty blonde hair and was wearing the standard brown robe. He had deep brown eyes...she began to get scared.
"Please," she whispered, "Don't tell anyone that I'm here. Please don't."
"I was just about to say the same thing."
"Huh?"
He laughed. "I'm a servant, you're probably a priestess...you do the math."
Justi understood now. If he told anyone, no one would listen anyways; he was a servant after all. "Oh. Well, don't worry, I won't tell a soul."
"If...?"
"If...what?" she asked.
"You won't tell a soul if I do something for you. What do you want?" he explained.
"Uh...nothing." Justi said dumbly.
"No, you just can't think of anything."
"Alright...fine." She said. "I won't tell a soul that you were here if...you stay out here and keep me company. Is that good enough for you?"
He shrugged. "Fine by me." He moved up, slowly, towards her. He rubbed his hand on his already dirty robe. "Uh, my name is Jouonuchi, but you can call me Jou." Justi shook his hand. It was very rough, and had many scratches that were probably made from working in the fields.
"My name is Justika, but you can call me Justi." She then removed her hand from his grip and noticed that she had blood on it. "Oh no...Jou, you're bleeding!"
He withdrew his hand and shook his head quickly, "No...I'm not. Don't worry about it."
"Give me your hand." She demanded. He showed her his palm, and she noticed that one of the scars reopened to let loose a slow trickle of blood that was staining his hand.
"Don't worry that always happens...it'll stop."
"Yeah...don't come crying when you get a new breed of bacteria growing on you." She looked around and found a pail of water; she pulled him over to it and made him wash his hands in it. She then took a piece of soiled linen from a nearby laundry heap and washed it in the water as well. Before he could protest, she bandaged his entire hand and put pressure on the cut with her hand. A faint glow came from her fingertips as she felt a stinging pain in her own hand where Jou's cut was. She drew her hand back and noticed that the blood had stopped staining the piece of linen. She didn't want to say anything.
"Thanks...Justi." He said quietly.
"Don't mention it." She smiled. And so did he.
It was well into the night before they stopped talking to one another and agreed that they better get back to their families. Jou suggested that they should meet every once in a while here. She agreed happily; Justi really liked Jou...and she didn't care that he was a servant. They talked about their families, their siblings, and their friends. Jou's father was a farmer and a carpenter. His mother was a seamstress; she made most of the linen to make the clothes for his village. He had no siblings...and he worked in the Pharaoh's fields with his father.
She told him that her father was Priest Karim, and that her mother was a Priestess. Her family was highly respected. She didn't tell him about her dead sister. She also told him about her plans for a better world. He wanted the same thing...but told her not to get her hopes up. They lived in a twisted world...and there was nothing either of them could do about it. She said that she would keep hoping until the day she died.
She returned to her home, getting past the guards with ease. She crawled under the covers and wondered why her hand glowed, how Jou's cut healed so fast and why she felt pain. Then, she remembered what her sister had said when she asked her how she killed the Cobra.
"Everyone has a gift, sister."
"What's mine, Dieen?"
"Healing, my sister...you have the curing touch."
Justi then fell asleep and dreamed happy dreams.
[1] The Pharaoh mentioned here isn't Yami, but his dad. Remember, both Justi and Yami are the same age.
\\ That is only part of my past, Elaya. Do you need to get up or anything? \\
Still half asleep, I managed to say // Nah, I'm good. That 'Jou' resembles my friend Joey...Is everyone in the world a re-incarnation of someone from the past? //
\\ I do not know. Most likely...\\
// I think that you looked so cute when you were little. // I smiled. // What time does the next memory take place? //
\\ The Prince Yami's 10th birthday brunch. \\
*~*~*Reader's POV*~*~*
It was a beautiful day in Egypt and Justi's family was gathered around a table outside. They sat in front of the Pharaoh and his son, Yami, who was celebrating his tenth birthday. Yami was already beginning to take responsibility of being the next Pharaoh because his father was very sick. Although he was very young, he already knew how to deal with problems, read and interpret the scriptures...he was ready to take charge of all of Egypt.
While the grown-ups talked, Justi was looking around in the fields for Jou...and maybe, if she could recognize him, his dad. She had barely eaten anything on her plate, just the fruit. The previous night, Jou and her were talking about the Prince and what they thought he could do to change the society. After they said what they thought, they burst out laughing knowing that it wasn't gonna come true.
After her parents and the Pharaoh had stopped talking, Justi asked her mother quietly, "Can I be excused?"
"Honey," her mom started, "The brunch is just getting started."
"I'm not hungry." Her mom looked very displeased at her daughter but allowed her to leave the table. Before Justi left, she grabbed a piece of fruit, bowed and curtseyed to the Pharaoh and the Prince then left in the direction of the fields.
She arrived at the grain fields first, and found Jou right away. He was very close to where she was standing.
"Jou!" she exclaimed softly.
"Hey, Justi...how's it going?"
"Great! Here, I got you some breakfast." Justi smiled as Jou took the fruit.
"I'll eat it later; after I'm done my work." He turned around and noticed that the slave master, Bakura, was coming their way. "You better get out of here. The slave master is coming." Justi heard the cruel snap of the whip as it came in contact with an old man's back. She walked away from the fields, but stayed close enough to come back to Jou when the slave master left his area. The slave master had long white hair with dark brown eyes. He wore a long white robe that was hemmed at the sides with a pale blue.
He noticed that a slave had stopped working and was taking a breather. "Keep working, you pathetic slave." He snapped the whip on the man's neck as he cried out in pain. "Yes, master." The man said slowly. It was then that Justi noticed this man looked a lot like Jou...it was his father.
Jou had stopped working to hear his dad get the whip, and he whirled around so he didn't see it. Bakura walked over to him and gave him the whip as well. "You too, slave boy." Jou collapsed in the sand, holder his shoulder where the stinging pain of the whip remained. Jou's father called out, "No! Stop! Don't hurt the boy, please!" as he rushed to his son's side.
Bakura showed no mercy as he got a knife from one of his holsters, and sliced Jou's father's arm. Instantly, a large puddle of blood formed at their feet as the man fell to the ground.
"Next time, don't question my doings!" Bakura kicked Jou's father in the side, and walked away.
"Dad! Are you alright?!" Jou was crying. He didn't want his dad to die.
"Yes..." he croaked as he held his upper arm, trying to stop the flow of blood.
"We need to get you some help. Come on!" Jou cried. His father's eyes began to close up and his breathing was slowing down. Bakura had slashed a main artery into pieces...so Jou's father was dying because of blood loss.
Justi began to run back to Jou to try and heal his dad like she healed him. When she got there, it was too late. Jou's father went lifeless in his arms, and Jou began to cry softly. Justi began to cry as well...she could have helped him if she left her hiding place sooner instead of waiting for that white-haired jerk to leave.
"Dad," Jou sniffed between sobs. Justi turned around and ran away. She couldn't help the dad...or Jou anymore. She returned to the brunch. She noticed that many of the other servants were beginning to gather around Jou and his dead father...to offer condolences. Finally, some people picked up the dead man and went inside a little house to begin the burial process. Wiping away her tears, and making sure she didn't look like she just witnessed a murder, she went back to her seat and sat quietly.
She noticed that her parents were smiling...a lot. Apparently, they were done eating and were about to leave. Her mother hugged her and pulled her along towards their rooms. Her father stayed behind to talk some more. Justi knew that something was up, but she didn't care. Her friend's father was just killed, and she couldn't do anything about it.
Knowing that Jou wouldn't be waiting for her at the balcony, she walked slowly towards it. When she got there, she put her head in her hands and cried. [Poor Jou.] She thought. [Poor, poor Jou.] She looked up towards the moon, staring at its size and pale white colour. [I wonder if Jou's dad can talk to my sister...] Then, she heard something from behind her. She whirled around to see that it was a boy with spiky hair, wearing a vest and long shorts. Justi gulped [The Prince!]
"What are you doing here?" Yami asked her. She stood silent. "Well Justi?" She hadn't taken off her wig, so her orange hair wasn't visible.
She remained calm. "I was about to ask you the same thing. I—I couldn't sleep."
He laughed. "Where did you go today? I wanted to talk to you." What was she going to say? 'I went to the fields and saw my best friend's dad get murdered. That's all.'?
"I went for a walk." She lied.
"You're lying." He said with a smile.
"No. I'm not."
"Yes you are. I can tell."
"Fine...the truth is I went for a walk and saw my best friend's dad get killed. Happy?"
"I'm sorry." Yami bowed his head.
"Don't be. You had nothing to do with it." She turned back around and looked at the moon. [Why is this guy so mature?]
"What is this 'friend's' name?"
"You wouldn't know." She wasn't trying to sound bitter, but the Prince wouldn't know the names of all of the people who service him.
"I see. Are you going to be okay?" He put a hand on her shoulder. She froze...why was the Prince of Egypt touching her?
"Uh...I'll be—I'll be fine." She stuttered. "What did you want to talk about at the brunch today?"
"I'm sure that your parents will tell you later." Then he turned around and left. [That boy is strange. He tells me that he wants to talk, and then he doesn't. Sure is cute though.] She felt herself blush. Justi returned to her room and fell asleep instantly.
// Aww, you had a crush on the Pharaoh! // I chanted in a sing-song voice when the memory ended.
\\ Hush. There is more to show you...The next memory will be when I am thirteen years old. That is three years after Jou's father died. \\
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That was a fun chapter. There's more coming up, though. The next memory scenes may have sex and the occasional violence. Happy reading! Next chapter soon!
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