Chapter 2

Yami had just arrived in Cairo after a two-month business trip to the Middle East. He decided to take a walk through the city. Without thinking, he chose to walk down a familiar path that would lead him to the Bazaar. Shops were closed and deserted. The bazaar had five parallel streets of shops and a main street of shops that connected the parallel ones. Something instinctively made his legs move toward the third parallel street. An attractive young woman was being assaulted by a man twice her size.

"Hey!" Yami yelled at the man unaware that he was hidden in complete darkness.

"Mind your own monkey. This is between me and my new friend here!" called the man drunkenly while holding Abnore'.

Yami stepped into the light. He called forth from a stone tablet his dark magician. "Dark magician, dark magic attack!" The man had instantly sobered up once he noticed who the young man was. He turned and ran, but it didn't matter; before he knew it, he was unconscious.

Abnore' took a look at the stranger who'd just saved her. He had soft, lavender eyes. His hair was blond in the front, black in the middle, and magenta in the back. His skin had a creamy yet tanned complexion, and his voice was as smooth as ice cream. He appeared to be the same age as Abnore', maybe a year or so older. Pharaoh picked up the unconscious man and held him over his shoulder like a sack, "Are you okay? Need an escort back to your home?"

"I'm fine, really. I think I'll be okay on my own for now. Thanks." She replied coolly.

"I'll drop him off at the jail. Do not worry." They each went their separate ways from that point on. Abnore' took a bath in the outside tub and pool and then climbed into her window and crawled into bed.

Yami had just reached the palace, after making a short detour to the jail. As he lie in bed trying to sleep, all he could think about was the girl from the bazaar. She had dark brown and black hair. Her eyes were a silvery light brown. She may have been a year or so younger than he, and two inches shorter. She appeared to be a native to Egypt, yet her clothes were of a foreign make. It was Japanese. He had gotten so caught up in the night's events that he'd forgotten to ask her, her name. Sometime around midnight he fell asleep.

Abnore' awoke at 6 that morning. Despite the fact that she was attacked, she looked fine. The only evidence of an attack was a that she was a little jumpy, and a bruise on her stomach which no one would see once she put on her clothes. She looked at her dress from last night. It had suffered a worse fate than her, a strap had been ripped off of her family air loom. 'No matter, I'll sew it back on. From now on, I'll only ware clothes I buy from the bazaar.' she decided firmly as she dress and ran out the door to start her chores around the sizable palace.

"The palace looks nice." Yami stated as he, Seto, and Mokuba sat down at the dinning room table.

"That's due your maid. I don't know her name. She didn't bring much. Doesn't talk much either." Seto replied.

"You never asked?" Yami asked taken aback that Seto wouldn't even attempt to get ask for a name.

"Seriously, I don't know why you bother with names. Who else cares if you know the names of your 'maids'." Seto spat out.

"Names matter, learning them is human courtesy, pure and simple. That is something everyone deserves regardless of rank in society." Yami spat back. Seto was one of his most trusted friends and ally, but some of his values were all messed up. Like the fact that he was better than servants because he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Just then, Abnore' walked in with two platters of food. She paid no attention to the people in the dinning room. Four maids were too sick to work today, and Abnore' was behind in her work.

It had seemed that the people at the table were in a deep conversation and did not notice her presence as she placed the silver platters down. Yami looked up at her and recognized her at once. It was too late though, she was making her way back to the kitchen.

"Who is that?" Yami inquired.

"Oh, that's the new girl. I think her name is Abby, Abnore', or something like that." Mokuba chimed in.

"I think I'll introduce myself." Yami said as he slipped away from the table and headed for the kitchen. Abnore' was washing dishes in a basin. She had just sent a servant away to fetch more water.

"So, you never told me your name." called a familiar voice behind Abnore' which caused her to turn an lock eyes with the pharaoh.

"I'm Yami." he replied.

"I'm Abnore'." was all she utter.

Soon after, the started dating secretly. On the one year anniversary of the first date, they got married.

A/N: Sorry if I moving a little too fast for you guys. I just want to reach the part where they reunite in the future.

-Chocolatedragon15