Remember Me
By: rox
Disclaimer: Really, I don't own YuGiOh. Don't you believe me?
Note: Hi! I'm on vacation! Yup! This is a prolog to see if anyone likes this story. If people do, I will continue it.
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"Yariman, how are you today?" Pharaoh Gaiji asked his wife, hiding his deep loathing and hatred toward her. She was watching their two sons, who looked just like twins, play a game together. There was actually a years difference in them, the eldest, a four year old, was named Yami, and his brother, Makoto, was three. They each had spiked black hair with red on the edges, and golden bangs. The only difference was that Yami's hair had gold running up the spikes too. They each had innocent purple eyes, and both smiled all the time. Yami, though he was really young, seemed to enjoy watching over his brother, and was always with him. They were extremely close.
Yariman wondered how much longer she would be able to stay at the palace without Gaiji finding out about the fact that she was stealing his treasures. 'Not much longer, he'll find out soon.' She thought as she turned to her husband. "I am fine Pharaoh Gaiji. Thank you for your concern O great one." She said as she glared at Sumimasen, Gaiji's advisor. Gaiji had been talking to Sumimasen, and it had been about her. She decided to leave that night, taking his prized possession, his favorite son, Makoto.
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Yariman stole away from the palace, her young son Makoto following behind her, not willingly though. His mouth was covered by a cloth, and his wrists were bound and being rubbed raw by the coarse rope. Yariman had roughly tied him up, and was now pulling him along. They walked like this until they reached Yariman's old home, on the far reaches of the city. She saw a light on and thought, 'Perfect, my brother Makeinu. I'll sell him Makoto and then leave Egypt!' With that thought she yelled, "Makeinu! Get your lazy ass out here! It's me, Yariman! Get out here NOW!!" A large, unpleasant looking man stepped out of the house.
"What the? Yariman? Well, it's been a while. Hey, who's that?" He growled, seeing Makoto.
"He is Makoto, the Pharaoh and mine's son. I'm willing to sell him to you, interested?"
"Hell ya! He'd make a good slave. I'll buy him." With that, Makeinu tossed her a pouch full of coins. She caught it, then kicked Makoto and watched as he fell to the ground. Then she left. She never looked back, toward her son and the fiend she left him with.
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Yes, it's short. Dose anyone like it? I wrote it while I was on the train the other day. That train ride was really boring. Okay people, should I continue? Please review. Now I gotta go and do vacationy things. Later-
By: rox
Disclaimer: Really, I don't own YuGiOh. Don't you believe me?
Note: Hi! I'm on vacation! Yup! This is a prolog to see if anyone likes this story. If people do, I will continue it.
~*~*~*~
"Yariman, how are you today?" Pharaoh Gaiji asked his wife, hiding his deep loathing and hatred toward her. She was watching their two sons, who looked just like twins, play a game together. There was actually a years difference in them, the eldest, a four year old, was named Yami, and his brother, Makoto, was three. They each had spiked black hair with red on the edges, and golden bangs. The only difference was that Yami's hair had gold running up the spikes too. They each had innocent purple eyes, and both smiled all the time. Yami, though he was really young, seemed to enjoy watching over his brother, and was always with him. They were extremely close.
Yariman wondered how much longer she would be able to stay at the palace without Gaiji finding out about the fact that she was stealing his treasures. 'Not much longer, he'll find out soon.' She thought as she turned to her husband. "I am fine Pharaoh Gaiji. Thank you for your concern O great one." She said as she glared at Sumimasen, Gaiji's advisor. Gaiji had been talking to Sumimasen, and it had been about her. She decided to leave that night, taking his prized possession, his favorite son, Makoto.
~*~
Yariman stole away from the palace, her young son Makoto following behind her, not willingly though. His mouth was covered by a cloth, and his wrists were bound and being rubbed raw by the coarse rope. Yariman had roughly tied him up, and was now pulling him along. They walked like this until they reached Yariman's old home, on the far reaches of the city. She saw a light on and thought, 'Perfect, my brother Makeinu. I'll sell him Makoto and then leave Egypt!' With that thought she yelled, "Makeinu! Get your lazy ass out here! It's me, Yariman! Get out here NOW!!" A large, unpleasant looking man stepped out of the house.
"What the? Yariman? Well, it's been a while. Hey, who's that?" He growled, seeing Makoto.
"He is Makoto, the Pharaoh and mine's son. I'm willing to sell him to you, interested?"
"Hell ya! He'd make a good slave. I'll buy him." With that, Makeinu tossed her a pouch full of coins. She caught it, then kicked Makoto and watched as he fell to the ground. Then she left. She never looked back, toward her son and the fiend she left him with.
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Yes, it's short. Dose anyone like it? I wrote it while I was on the train the other day. That train ride was really boring. Okay people, should I continue? Please review. Now I gotta go and do vacationy things. Later-