R Amythest: *sigh* okay, since I need it in his point of view, I'll tell
you as far as Yami Bakura's name is NOT Bakura. It will be later. But it'll
be Bakura in like. . . um, chappie 7 or something. Okay, just read.
'Thoughts by the POV person'
********************* (Yami's POV)
I arrived at my palace. I was about to barge in when I remembered I left me key with the guards. 'Where's lady luck when you need her?' The child in my arms shivered. I pulled him closer, hoping my body heat would warm him up. Stupid door. Stupid key. Everything's stupid just the moment you need them. My hand stung and still was bleeding heavily. Deciding something needed to be done, I approached the entrance. Hoping that it was unlocked, I turned the doorknob. It clicked halfway, resisting going any farther. 'Darn, it's locked.'
"Hey! Who are you?! Show yourself!" yelled a guard as a bunch of my servants approached me.
"Fools! It is I, the pharaoh!" I hollered back. The people approached me.
"What happened?" gasped a maid as she saw my shoulder.
"No matter! Just get this damn door unlocked!" I spat. No one dared argue with me. A guard approached the door and grabbed his key chain. Fumbling clumsily with the keys, he tried key after key.
"Anyone got a scribe out here?" I asked impatiently. "There are supposed to be labels. The faster it's unlocked, the better."
The clumsy guard finally unlocked the palace door, and I rushed in. The palace smelled of fresh fruits and steak, but it was no time for feasting, yet. I knew the food was for me, but right now, I had more serious things on mind. I rushed down a hallway. Paintings and carvings lined each side, with an occasional statue. The hall led to the stairwell, which my father recently made go up 5 floors. The medical room was on the 4th floor. Three whole flights of stairs. 'Luck is NOT on my side today.' Shifting the boy's weight onto my good hand, I used my spare - and bloody - hand to grab the railing and make sure I didn't tumble down. My dad just HAD to make the stairs wide. If they weren't so steep, I could've done without the hand railing.
Because my hand was immensely sore, on the second flight of stairs, my hand didn't grab the bar correctly. My feet at that instant slipped, and I did a backwards somersault down the stairs. I landed back first onto the porch. An alarmed servant stared at my shoulder, hand, and foot bleeding heavily, arms wrapped around a child I didn't even know.
"Sir, what happened?" he exclaimed. I tried to steady myself, but my foot slipped again and I landed harshly on my knee.
"Just get the doctor!" I commanded. The servant dashed up the stairs. Giving a little sigh and muttering, "clumsy servants," I balance my weight and stumbled over to the chair on the porch. My head was throbbing, probably from the loss of blood, and I felt out of breath. But the child cradled in my lap still lay unmoving, faintly breathing.
The medics were coming down the stairs; I heard their noisy chattering. Never the less, I pretended I didn't hear them and stared over my kingdom.
"Pharaoh," one gasped, "what happened? And what is that kid doing in your arms?"
I spun around, eyes challenging anyone who dared to approach. Let's face it - this day stunk, and I'm going to have to make the anger go away or I'm going to explode. "Do you think I'm going to tell you what's wrong with me? No! If I knew the answer, I wouldn't ask for it! YOU are the doctors, YOU are supposed to know what's wrong!" The doctors edged away. "What does it LOOK like he's doing? Resting! Now will you quit your chatter and hurry up with the diagnosis?!" The doctors looked at each other and shrugged. At the moment, I felt like I was going to bust. I HIRED them to hurry up and do their job! The doctors approached me. I felt light-headed and dizzy, I guess that's what comes from defeating your greatest foe, running all the way to the palace, barking at your subjects to open the door, running up 2 flights of stairs and slipping, then shouting your head off at your medics. Some day this is turning out to be. It was SUPPOSED to be the best day of my life!
A doctor sighed. "Okay, first, drop the kid."
I glared at them. "No, he STAYS with me, or you're banished."
The physicians exchanged glances and sighed again. "Fine then. . ."
'Good.' I leaned back a bit, finding sleep alluring. Again, activity had its toll. I felt myself blacking out. . .
When I regained consciousness, I found myself in the medical treatment center of my palace. Slightly painfully, I lifted myself up and forced myself to stay awake. The doctors were obviously chitchatting in the other room. To my left was the small child. He was tucked under snowy white covers that blended with his silver hair. His chest was still rising and falling, meaning he was alive. 'That's a relief.' The medics' voices grew nearer. I slid down into my covers and pretended to be asleep. Then I could catch what they're saying.
"What could that pharaoh possibly be thinking when he just ran off like that?" one doctor wondered.
"The guards had a hell of a time trying to find him," agreed a second.
"And who's that little tramp anyway?" a third asked.
"Probably just another worthless mutt," muttered the second doctor.
"The pharaoh obviously think he's worth something, he brought him all the way over here," pointed out the first.
I mentally smiled wickedly. If they ever found out I was conscious at the time, they're probably be begging on their knees. They knew they weren't allowed to talk behind my back.
"He's always had a soft spot for children," the first doctor continued.
"But where's he get all those gashes?" inquired the second.
"The pharaoh's always been the fighting type," the third commented.
"What a KID pharaoh," muttered the first doctor.
I felt like leaping up and yelling "I HEARD THAT," but I kept it to myself. I sort of wondered about other things. If I were to get an answer, I'd have to wait.
"But I wonder what he'd say if he tried all this time to protect that kid and then he learned that the boy was to die?" the second mused.
I felt my heart skip a beat. 'Is he?' I've loved this child, although I just met him a few hours ago. I've learned to love his gentle features and his silvery hair. . .
"I don't know. But it probably would be dramatic. At least the kid has SOME chance of surviving," the first reflected.
I almost sighed in relief. I felt my heartbeat return to normal.
"Even though it's not a great chance," the first continued.
'WHAT?! Even through all I did to try to save him, he still might not live?' I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. Thank Ra it was the side farthest from the doctors. I felt a sob bottling up inside me. Even though I tried to contain it, it still escaped in a whimper. I shot up in my bed. This surprised the medics, and even more surprising to them was the trail of fresh tears. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S NOT A GREAT CHANCE HE'LL LIVE?!" I roared.
The doctors took a few steps back. "Is one out of. . ." the second doctor checked the notes and continued. "Eighteen suitable?"
"What?" I gasped. I felt the hot tears flood my cheeks. I flung the covers aside and stepped towards the little kid. . .
(Rayo's POV)
My head still hurt. But I wasn't in that alley with the caped men, I was sure of that. Wherever I was, it was warm, and comfortable. I tried to open my eyes. I saw a guy with lightning hair standing above me. 'Is that one of the cloaked men?' The man reached out and touched my hair. I gave out a little whine and tried to get out of his reach.
"Great respect he gives to a pharaoh," someone muttered. I spun my head around and saw three men standing by the doorway, blocking it, I guess.
Oh no, I was in trouble with the pharaoh?! "Please Mr. Pharaoh, don't hurt me!" I begged. My dad was always complaining that the new pharaoh was tough on people who oppose him, but my mom liked him, saying that he would a kind ruler when he grew up. But I couldn't help noticing the slightly hurt expression on his face. Maybe my mom was right.
(Yami's POV)
The kid was afraid of me? I guess he would, after Kaiba and his followers chased him. And besides, I KNEW that lots of people around here were afraid of me. Except his parents were followers. I wonder why he would be afraid of me.
"Don't worry," I assured him soothingly. "You're safe here. And you can call me Yami."
I could hear those ignorant doctors still bickering over the information on their clipboards. "And you guys, get OUT!" I shouted. The doctors scooted out of the room, closing the door behind them. The child winced at the tone of my voice. I guess I'm a bit scary whenever I raise my voice.
I turned my attention back to the trembling boy. I guess he was scared of me all over again. "What's your name?" I asked gently.
"Rayo," he replied, a bit shakily.
At that moment, he looked so innocent. His large brown eyes just stared up at me. His small frame portrayed someone who wanted to live in peace, for all fighting and madness to stop. The sun's rays shone off his silver hair like a halo.
Rayo seemed to notice my staring. "Something wrong?" he timidly asked.
"No, everything's okay," I replied, snapping out of the trance. "Do you need anything?"
"Can I have some water?" he asked.
"Sure." I opened the door and pulled a string out in the hall. A servant immediately rushed over.
"How may I help you, Pharaoh Yami?" the servant asked quickly.
"A cup of water, and hurry with it!" I commanded. He bowed quickly, then turned and left. I closed the door and turned to Rayo. He was watching me intently.
"Um, phar- Yami, can you not shout? It's scary," he requested in a small voice.
A smile spread across my face that I rarely shown. "Okay, Rayo."
*********
R Amythest: *wipes away tear* aww. . . now isn't that just sweet?
Yami Amythest: let's hope it doesn't turn into a lemon. *shudders* last time you read one I was afraid of coming out for a week. . .
R Amythest: it won't. That'll relive you and that one reviewer, won't it?
Chibi Yami Bakura: good. Mummy says I'm too young to have babies. *small smile with puppy dog eyes*
R Amythest: O_o that is one scary kid. . .
Yami Yugi: *gazes at CYB* god, I wouldn't half care if this WAS a lemon.
R Amythest: *thinks about it* nah. Too big of an age difference.
Chibi Yami Bakura: *tears well up in those HUGE brown eyes* WAHHH!!!!!! YOU'RE MEAN!!!! *cries*
R Amythest: sorry, that only works with Ryou.
Chibi Yami Bakura: *crying in a really screechy voice*
R Amythest: *yelling over the racket* I SAID NO AND IT REMAINS NO! Curtains! CURTAINS! *curtains close*
'Thoughts by the POV person'
********************* (Yami's POV)
I arrived at my palace. I was about to barge in when I remembered I left me key with the guards. 'Where's lady luck when you need her?' The child in my arms shivered. I pulled him closer, hoping my body heat would warm him up. Stupid door. Stupid key. Everything's stupid just the moment you need them. My hand stung and still was bleeding heavily. Deciding something needed to be done, I approached the entrance. Hoping that it was unlocked, I turned the doorknob. It clicked halfway, resisting going any farther. 'Darn, it's locked.'
"Hey! Who are you?! Show yourself!" yelled a guard as a bunch of my servants approached me.
"Fools! It is I, the pharaoh!" I hollered back. The people approached me.
"What happened?" gasped a maid as she saw my shoulder.
"No matter! Just get this damn door unlocked!" I spat. No one dared argue with me. A guard approached the door and grabbed his key chain. Fumbling clumsily with the keys, he tried key after key.
"Anyone got a scribe out here?" I asked impatiently. "There are supposed to be labels. The faster it's unlocked, the better."
The clumsy guard finally unlocked the palace door, and I rushed in. The palace smelled of fresh fruits and steak, but it was no time for feasting, yet. I knew the food was for me, but right now, I had more serious things on mind. I rushed down a hallway. Paintings and carvings lined each side, with an occasional statue. The hall led to the stairwell, which my father recently made go up 5 floors. The medical room was on the 4th floor. Three whole flights of stairs. 'Luck is NOT on my side today.' Shifting the boy's weight onto my good hand, I used my spare - and bloody - hand to grab the railing and make sure I didn't tumble down. My dad just HAD to make the stairs wide. If they weren't so steep, I could've done without the hand railing.
Because my hand was immensely sore, on the second flight of stairs, my hand didn't grab the bar correctly. My feet at that instant slipped, and I did a backwards somersault down the stairs. I landed back first onto the porch. An alarmed servant stared at my shoulder, hand, and foot bleeding heavily, arms wrapped around a child I didn't even know.
"Sir, what happened?" he exclaimed. I tried to steady myself, but my foot slipped again and I landed harshly on my knee.
"Just get the doctor!" I commanded. The servant dashed up the stairs. Giving a little sigh and muttering, "clumsy servants," I balance my weight and stumbled over to the chair on the porch. My head was throbbing, probably from the loss of blood, and I felt out of breath. But the child cradled in my lap still lay unmoving, faintly breathing.
The medics were coming down the stairs; I heard their noisy chattering. Never the less, I pretended I didn't hear them and stared over my kingdom.
"Pharaoh," one gasped, "what happened? And what is that kid doing in your arms?"
I spun around, eyes challenging anyone who dared to approach. Let's face it - this day stunk, and I'm going to have to make the anger go away or I'm going to explode. "Do you think I'm going to tell you what's wrong with me? No! If I knew the answer, I wouldn't ask for it! YOU are the doctors, YOU are supposed to know what's wrong!" The doctors edged away. "What does it LOOK like he's doing? Resting! Now will you quit your chatter and hurry up with the diagnosis?!" The doctors looked at each other and shrugged. At the moment, I felt like I was going to bust. I HIRED them to hurry up and do their job! The doctors approached me. I felt light-headed and dizzy, I guess that's what comes from defeating your greatest foe, running all the way to the palace, barking at your subjects to open the door, running up 2 flights of stairs and slipping, then shouting your head off at your medics. Some day this is turning out to be. It was SUPPOSED to be the best day of my life!
A doctor sighed. "Okay, first, drop the kid."
I glared at them. "No, he STAYS with me, or you're banished."
The physicians exchanged glances and sighed again. "Fine then. . ."
'Good.' I leaned back a bit, finding sleep alluring. Again, activity had its toll. I felt myself blacking out. . .
When I regained consciousness, I found myself in the medical treatment center of my palace. Slightly painfully, I lifted myself up and forced myself to stay awake. The doctors were obviously chitchatting in the other room. To my left was the small child. He was tucked under snowy white covers that blended with his silver hair. His chest was still rising and falling, meaning he was alive. 'That's a relief.' The medics' voices grew nearer. I slid down into my covers and pretended to be asleep. Then I could catch what they're saying.
"What could that pharaoh possibly be thinking when he just ran off like that?" one doctor wondered.
"The guards had a hell of a time trying to find him," agreed a second.
"And who's that little tramp anyway?" a third asked.
"Probably just another worthless mutt," muttered the second doctor.
"The pharaoh obviously think he's worth something, he brought him all the way over here," pointed out the first.
I mentally smiled wickedly. If they ever found out I was conscious at the time, they're probably be begging on their knees. They knew they weren't allowed to talk behind my back.
"He's always had a soft spot for children," the first doctor continued.
"But where's he get all those gashes?" inquired the second.
"The pharaoh's always been the fighting type," the third commented.
"What a KID pharaoh," muttered the first doctor.
I felt like leaping up and yelling "I HEARD THAT," but I kept it to myself. I sort of wondered about other things. If I were to get an answer, I'd have to wait.
"But I wonder what he'd say if he tried all this time to protect that kid and then he learned that the boy was to die?" the second mused.
I felt my heart skip a beat. 'Is he?' I've loved this child, although I just met him a few hours ago. I've learned to love his gentle features and his silvery hair. . .
"I don't know. But it probably would be dramatic. At least the kid has SOME chance of surviving," the first reflected.
I almost sighed in relief. I felt my heartbeat return to normal.
"Even though it's not a great chance," the first continued.
'WHAT?! Even through all I did to try to save him, he still might not live?' I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. Thank Ra it was the side farthest from the doctors. I felt a sob bottling up inside me. Even though I tried to contain it, it still escaped in a whimper. I shot up in my bed. This surprised the medics, and even more surprising to them was the trail of fresh tears. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S NOT A GREAT CHANCE HE'LL LIVE?!" I roared.
The doctors took a few steps back. "Is one out of. . ." the second doctor checked the notes and continued. "Eighteen suitable?"
"What?" I gasped. I felt the hot tears flood my cheeks. I flung the covers aside and stepped towards the little kid. . .
(Rayo's POV)
My head still hurt. But I wasn't in that alley with the caped men, I was sure of that. Wherever I was, it was warm, and comfortable. I tried to open my eyes. I saw a guy with lightning hair standing above me. 'Is that one of the cloaked men?' The man reached out and touched my hair. I gave out a little whine and tried to get out of his reach.
"Great respect he gives to a pharaoh," someone muttered. I spun my head around and saw three men standing by the doorway, blocking it, I guess.
Oh no, I was in trouble with the pharaoh?! "Please Mr. Pharaoh, don't hurt me!" I begged. My dad was always complaining that the new pharaoh was tough on people who oppose him, but my mom liked him, saying that he would a kind ruler when he grew up. But I couldn't help noticing the slightly hurt expression on his face. Maybe my mom was right.
(Yami's POV)
The kid was afraid of me? I guess he would, after Kaiba and his followers chased him. And besides, I KNEW that lots of people around here were afraid of me. Except his parents were followers. I wonder why he would be afraid of me.
"Don't worry," I assured him soothingly. "You're safe here. And you can call me Yami."
I could hear those ignorant doctors still bickering over the information on their clipboards. "And you guys, get OUT!" I shouted. The doctors scooted out of the room, closing the door behind them. The child winced at the tone of my voice. I guess I'm a bit scary whenever I raise my voice.
I turned my attention back to the trembling boy. I guess he was scared of me all over again. "What's your name?" I asked gently.
"Rayo," he replied, a bit shakily.
At that moment, he looked so innocent. His large brown eyes just stared up at me. His small frame portrayed someone who wanted to live in peace, for all fighting and madness to stop. The sun's rays shone off his silver hair like a halo.
Rayo seemed to notice my staring. "Something wrong?" he timidly asked.
"No, everything's okay," I replied, snapping out of the trance. "Do you need anything?"
"Can I have some water?" he asked.
"Sure." I opened the door and pulled a string out in the hall. A servant immediately rushed over.
"How may I help you, Pharaoh Yami?" the servant asked quickly.
"A cup of water, and hurry with it!" I commanded. He bowed quickly, then turned and left. I closed the door and turned to Rayo. He was watching me intently.
"Um, phar- Yami, can you not shout? It's scary," he requested in a small voice.
A smile spread across my face that I rarely shown. "Okay, Rayo."
*********
R Amythest: *wipes away tear* aww. . . now isn't that just sweet?
Yami Amythest: let's hope it doesn't turn into a lemon. *shudders* last time you read one I was afraid of coming out for a week. . .
R Amythest: it won't. That'll relive you and that one reviewer, won't it?
Chibi Yami Bakura: good. Mummy says I'm too young to have babies. *small smile with puppy dog eyes*
R Amythest: O_o that is one scary kid. . .
Yami Yugi: *gazes at CYB* god, I wouldn't half care if this WAS a lemon.
R Amythest: *thinks about it* nah. Too big of an age difference.
Chibi Yami Bakura: *tears well up in those HUGE brown eyes* WAHHH!!!!!! YOU'RE MEAN!!!! *cries*
R Amythest: sorry, that only works with Ryou.
Chibi Yami Bakura: *crying in a really screechy voice*
R Amythest: *yelling over the racket* I SAID NO AND IT REMAINS NO! Curtains! CURTAINS! *curtains close*