"I own a very hurtful and painful story, Yugi. Are you still sure you
would like to hear it?"
" I want to hear every last detail. I can't stand to see two people,
the only ones on this Earth to actually understand each other not talking.
I want to make things right like they were before. There has just got to be
some reason why he acts that way"
" If you insist My Lord."
*****
Today was a joyous day; the King and the Princess of India would be attending the castle today. Egypt's finest slaves and maidens were to attend today, even if the castle wasn't there assigned occupational station. Cleaning, chores, the whole nine yards, everything was to be perfect. Including 20 assigned maidens to fix up the perfect rooms for the Princess and King, for The Pharaoh was going to invite them to stay, just in case. The finest of golden goblets, eating ware, everything, was laid out on a white cotton cloth with Hieroglyphic prints upon it. Meanwhile, while the whole country in chaos to be ready on time for the Pharaoh to check on them, even the Prince himself was also doing a little work. He was taking a bath in the tub. It was about 10 feet wide and 10 feet long with glittering statues spouting water every were. Strong smelling aroma's filled the air as a slave scrubbed the princes back as another cleaned his thick, multicolored long hair. He almost started purring as the loafa gently scrubbed his back. " My Lord, please if you will we need to soak your hair please." The slave said shakily terrified of angering the Prince. He was shocked to see the Prince happily grin and dive into the pool, leaving a trail of soap as he swam. Under water, he messaged the contents out of his hair. He splashed up to the surface, slightly getting the slaves wet as they winced. " Why don't you guys get a bath? Comon, I wont tell father nothing!" The prince asked happily. The look on the slave's faces was as if they had that present day Exodia coming after them. " My youthful Lord, we would never do such of a thing. This is your bath and we won't do anything to intrude upon it." This statement, caused Prince Yami (as he was nicknamed for his aggressiveness) to pout. " Ha ha! The look on your faces were priceless!! But don't get me wrong my friends, today is a good day! The Princess of India is coming with her father! I haven't seen her since we played at her castle gardens when we were. like six, well she was, I was. nine or ten. Boy, I think I had a crush on her if I remember correctly. But anyway! She's coming!! This is a day to celebrate! All of you! I order you to bath in my cleansing chambers today! But on one condition." Prince Yami smiled as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. " Anything my Prince." The slaves were so happy at this point. Wait till they tell their wives they bathed in the Prince's royal chambers that day! " . You mustn't tell my father what I told you about my old crush! If he gets to find out, he will probably set a wedding up, and I don't know if she blossomed into a swan, or an ugly duckling." Yami blushed so hard, he felt it. " Prince I thank you from the bottom of my heart, may you become ruler forever. But I must ask, how old is the girl now?" The peasant asked, feeling slightly more comfortable around his Prince considering he was in an excellent mood. " Well, I am 16, so she's 13 right now." Yami said as he got up from the huge tub. Immediately as he spread his hands out, a white silk robe was placed upon his body, lined with blue, gold, and green at the bottom and sleeves. He stepped out, ready to go to his room, he briskly walked through the grand room, when he spotted her there. / Ugh! She's here early! And I'm in my bathrobe still! He quickly walked away.
*** "Father, I don't think they want us here, otherwise they would have had someone here already, other than the servants. If I came to see servants and slaves, I would have stayed home." The Princess complained as she held her head high. She caused her father to grunt in laughter. " Mere Beiti. (My daughter) be patient. And, also, show some manners. I brought you here to see your old friend. Don't you wish to see him?" The old king questioned. " Ugh. oh father all you have in mind is marriage. And yes I will show some manners, you should feel happy that I express my feelings to you at the most only." " I know my child, you should start talking to other people you know, someday I will not be here to assist you in the kingdom, do you wish to rule alone? You shouldn't be so shy. And I hauled you up here mainly because I wanted you to see how to handle things when you become queen, obviously you wont be getting married anytime soon, so I will show you how to act and BE a Queen." He stated, sounded very old and wise at the moment.
" Ah! Vikram! How are you?" The Pharaoh asked draped in his finest cape, jewelry and under piece. " Couldn't be better, Ramious!!" The Indian Empire smiled widely at his old buddy. They embraced tightly before Pharaoh Ramious looked over at his best friends, now matured, grown up daughter. " She's a beauty Vik! Obviously she didn't take after you!" The Pharaoh joked. The slaves in the room nervously looked at each other, clearly not believing that their Pharaoh was acting like this, from his stern, grumpy moods. The Hindu laughed. " Honestly, Ramious, were is YOUR son? Common, last time I saw him, he was 13. So he's what? 16 now? Ha, he'll be ruler pretty soon." " Ha, I wouldn't say that Vikram, I am still young!" The two rulers laughed whole heartily. " So, were IS MY son?" The Pharaoh asked turning to one of the slaves, cringing under his glare, he bowed, running off to find the Prince that could have him beheaded. Moments later, Yami walked in, adjusting his huge necklace that draped over his bare chiseled chest. His long cape flapped behind him, as his bottom piece was for once tied correctly. He nodded to the slave that came to get him showing that it was okay to relax and lean against the doors. He walked in and stood next to his father. " Ramious, he's very handsome, although he looks identical to you, just like all your family, he's got the color in the hair still unlike your gray head." He paused as he glanced at his daughter before looking back at the prince and continuing. " Ramious, Pharaoh of Egypt, I have a great favor to ask of you." The Indian stared at the ground. " Go on now, what is it? You of all people know India and Egypt are in good shape of each other." "Well, you see, there is this group, they are attempting to take over the Taj, I am in great need of your assistance, I am requesting that you bring some soldiers along with yourself to help train my soldiers what they are supposed to act like." He slowly said, frowning. The Pharaoh looked at his son, nodding before smiling in approval. " I will be most honored to train your men." " Thank you Ramious, I knew I could count on you." " No problem." " And another thing." While this was being discussed, Prince Yami looked over at his young friend whom he was hyped up and ready to see. He was shocked at how she changed. Her eyelids carried thick charcoal black eye liner, while her lips looked tasty in a wine color. She wore a blue two piece out fit. The skirt consisted of about 50 layers of cloth lined with metal at the bottom. The spaghetti strap top, it stopped at her bust line, with the finest of beadwork that was clearly handmade. She had a belly piercing, with a chain connecting to it around her stomach, around her skirt piece below her belly piercing chain, was another belt. This one looked extremely heavy with a thick silver chain giving off various sizes of metal bars and tiny shiny chains, and made a sweet bell noise with movement, along with her dozens of bangles, her anklets and arm bands. They all had those little bells on them to make that sweet noise. Yami's scarlet eyes slowly allowed themselves to move up to her head, were a tiara was rested, it was made out of what shone like diamonds, with a semi-large heart in the middle, dangling off of the inner point of the heart was a small crystal that reflected light. He pictured himself gently taking off her crown and placing the Egyptian Queens thick gold crown upon her head. He almost started drooling when he noticed she was longingly staring out of the window, looking as if she wanted to go out into the balcony. " Are you sure Ramious? I mean, if it wasn't too much of a burden to young Yami here. if he didn't.." The Prince suddenly interrupted the King. " You know, you can go out into the balcony if you want." Yami was in his own little world with the Princess. The Princess looked startled and nervously tucked back a piece of her bangs. She didn't speak; she was lost for words as their last meeting came into play in her mind. She smiled gently, warming the hearts of all in the room. Yami knowing she must be WAY to shy to open the doors herself walked over next to her, never loosing eye contact, even when he began unlatching the French window. When he opened it, a wind blew in, causing her braided hair to blow around, as well as her bangs to flood over her face; the sun highlighted her eyes like the pyramids at sunset. /Ra! You have been good to me! Sending me someone like her! I will fulfill your request to get me married if you feel that strong about it! Thank you, Hail Ra! / Yami made his way over to her, as he led her to the grand balcony, silently she watched the over looking desert and pyramids, giant statues in progress, it was all so beautiful. Although one thing was bothering the dazed prince. She still hadn't seen his face; she kept looking down, he decided to be daring. He rested a finger under her chin and gently as possible pulled her chin up. She looked up at him like a deer in the headlights of a car. She was so frightened, and shy. But her eyes, simply stunned the prince, for they were a fiery ruby, but at the same time they were brown. Her beauty mesmerized him. He didn't know what to do.
((Back inside the castle))
"Ramious, I think we have a case upon our hands, for when a boy interrupts a King for a reason such as that, well then you know you have to do something about it!" The Indian said. " Surely, you're not offended." the great Pharaoh was ready to punish his son for ruining his friendship with his best friend and ally. " We. we. have to." The king paused, scaring the living daylights out of the Pharaoh, wondering what the consequences would be for his son acting so foolish. War perhaps? " We'll get them married!" The king exclaimed. The Pharaoh was shocked, he hadn't expected this, nor did he look at it in this perspective. " Well Vikram, like you planned, we HAVE to leave them here for a few weeks or months anyway, so we'll see if they can get along then, we'll get them married when we come back!" " Beautiful! Like my daughter and your son!" They embraced, leaving the royal room together to further discuss their trip.
** Out on the Balcony ***
They just stood there, taking in each other's new features of maturity. He couldn't believe what she had grown up to be he laughed mentally, he had good taste even when he was 9! She looked at him with great wonder. Her wine lips gently tugged into a smirk. " So young pharaoh, you have lost your baby fat in the face, its must thinner now, with higher cheek bones." She merely choked out the mockery of Yami, for she used to always tease him about that as children. His smile simply vanished. He needed a come back, and bad. although, he could win her heart, obviously she wasn't as in love with the idea of first site love as him, he needed to win her heart with something such as. " And you've grown even more beautiful than anyone could have thought possible." He smirked. Compliments! That's must have been the best come back of all time. She couldn't have expected that! He was his father's son after all! " You expect me to fall for your little tricks? Please, you utterly disgusting kings and pharaohs simple marry for looks, then when your finished taking away her most prized gift, her virginity, you marry someone else. At least 50 wives by the time your worthless body is incased in your tomb and pyramid." Even the princess was shocked at what came out of her mouth. The prince on the other hand, looked at the city below them. He smiled. He knew she was shy, but she had a right to her thoughts and opinions. He had to admit thought; her outburst scared him a little bit. " If I have offended you in any manner, forgive me my lord. I slightly startled myself after all. For after all I am in your hands for the next few weeks, or rather months." Her bitterness changed to fear, slightly. " You what?" " You weren't paying attention to what our fathers were talking about?" She asked taken aback. " No, why?" " Well, there are intruders who are rebelling, for some unearthly reason, they are attacking the Taj Mahal. I almost got. well you know. violated in wrong ways. of so many.." She looked at the ground shamefully. " They did something to you?!" Yami asked aggressively, sounding like the present day Joey. " No, my main maiden helped me out" " Okay, good!" Yami managed a smile. " Well, we have come to ask your father if he could take some of your highest generals, to help train our men. Unfortunately, after many arguments, I will have to stay with you. I think that sneak of my father is trying to get me to marry. you.." She looked down to the paved sand floor, blush running across her tanned face. " And he won't let you go why..? I'm not saying it's a bad thing you're here, just wondering." Yami asked casually. " Well, I told you, I almost got violated by some creep with silver hair." She shuddered at the memory. " Okay, then, I shall let you use my chambers then." Yami said respectfully. " Of course not! Those are your chambers!" She said, her shyness creeping away at her old childhood friend, replaced by frustration, for this was the only time she wasn't shy. " Noo, I will have your baggage transferred to my rooms immediately." " And were on Earth are you to sleep?" She asked. Yami simply smirked. " Oh no you don't." The Indian princess looked at him sternly. " We're not even married, and I'm just meeting you!" " HA! We played together as children, and well, we CAN do something about that marriage thing." Yami said, tossing her braid playfully as he left the balcony to go inside. She stood there dumbfounded, remembering why she wasn't so shy around this boy; he always had frustrated her with his stupid questions and playfulness. / Ugh, how on Earth can he be future Pharaoh?/
** That night***
The princess waltzed through the grand hall, were the balls and fancy parties were held. Her many layered skirt and metal lining along with the many bells prettily clamoring to her movement. She was dancing with the Pharaoh, her godfather, before he left. Her father on the other hand had already headed towards India again. As she danced, her hips would occasionally shake, causing her belly chains to sing. Her godfather had always tried to teach her to dance as a little girl, but she didn't quit get it. Now, she was as good as his late wife. And that was excellent! " Sapna, your wonderful at dancing!" The Pharaoh complimented. " Thank you." Sapna said shyly. She turned her head to find Yami looking in on them at the grand doorway. He smiled at her as she blushed. The Pharaoh knew for a fact that Yami couldn't hear them talking so he decided to talk to his Goddaughter. " So, you've taken quite a liking to that boy, eh?" The Pharaoh chuckled. " Not at all.." she said blushing as she looked at the ground. " Your father told me what you're afraid of. Don't worry, Yami, well, lets just say, once he likes something, he's persistent to keep it." He said with a fatherly smile. Sapna was to surprised at her god fathers opinion on this one to answer, never the less, she only smiled as Yami began to walk over to them.
** Bows happily as veggies and fruit are thrown at her, heh heh. So? What'd ya think? Well R&R please, I need to know your comments. I need to know if I should keep my plan, and another thing, I'm not sure about, but if ya email me I will ask you and you can tell me what I should do about my story issue. Hehehe! BTW: I don't know Yami's real Egyptian name, and it would help a lot if someone told me if it has been out. And another thing, I know, that some of this stuff wasn't here 5000 years ago, but gimme a break, its my fiction! Thanx! Common, I worked hard on this chapter I seriously want to know whether I like it or not. *Nervously puts hand behind head* sorry bought that sudden burst on seriousness, Yami, he's here, complaining about whether I got his past right or not, so I told him to shut up and let me put some interesting fiction in history. We don't want to bore the fans, do we Yami? *Yami glares at Sephiroths_Goddess, thinking he should change her name* well, g2g, Yami wants hi chocolate pudding! *Winks* L8taz! PS: if you want to see some of my drawings, email me, I got a pic of Yugi, Dark Magician Girl (in color and sketch. (Not the Mystical sorceress!!!!!!) and some other stuff. Well, l8taz!***
Today was a joyous day; the King and the Princess of India would be attending the castle today. Egypt's finest slaves and maidens were to attend today, even if the castle wasn't there assigned occupational station. Cleaning, chores, the whole nine yards, everything was to be perfect. Including 20 assigned maidens to fix up the perfect rooms for the Princess and King, for The Pharaoh was going to invite them to stay, just in case. The finest of golden goblets, eating ware, everything, was laid out on a white cotton cloth with Hieroglyphic prints upon it. Meanwhile, while the whole country in chaos to be ready on time for the Pharaoh to check on them, even the Prince himself was also doing a little work. He was taking a bath in the tub. It was about 10 feet wide and 10 feet long with glittering statues spouting water every were. Strong smelling aroma's filled the air as a slave scrubbed the princes back as another cleaned his thick, multicolored long hair. He almost started purring as the loafa gently scrubbed his back. " My Lord, please if you will we need to soak your hair please." The slave said shakily terrified of angering the Prince. He was shocked to see the Prince happily grin and dive into the pool, leaving a trail of soap as he swam. Under water, he messaged the contents out of his hair. He splashed up to the surface, slightly getting the slaves wet as they winced. " Why don't you guys get a bath? Comon, I wont tell father nothing!" The prince asked happily. The look on the slave's faces was as if they had that present day Exodia coming after them. " My youthful Lord, we would never do such of a thing. This is your bath and we won't do anything to intrude upon it." This statement, caused Prince Yami (as he was nicknamed for his aggressiveness) to pout. " Ha ha! The look on your faces were priceless!! But don't get me wrong my friends, today is a good day! The Princess of India is coming with her father! I haven't seen her since we played at her castle gardens when we were. like six, well she was, I was. nine or ten. Boy, I think I had a crush on her if I remember correctly. But anyway! She's coming!! This is a day to celebrate! All of you! I order you to bath in my cleansing chambers today! But on one condition." Prince Yami smiled as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. " Anything my Prince." The slaves were so happy at this point. Wait till they tell their wives they bathed in the Prince's royal chambers that day! " . You mustn't tell my father what I told you about my old crush! If he gets to find out, he will probably set a wedding up, and I don't know if she blossomed into a swan, or an ugly duckling." Yami blushed so hard, he felt it. " Prince I thank you from the bottom of my heart, may you become ruler forever. But I must ask, how old is the girl now?" The peasant asked, feeling slightly more comfortable around his Prince considering he was in an excellent mood. " Well, I am 16, so she's 13 right now." Yami said as he got up from the huge tub. Immediately as he spread his hands out, a white silk robe was placed upon his body, lined with blue, gold, and green at the bottom and sleeves. He stepped out, ready to go to his room, he briskly walked through the grand room, when he spotted her there. / Ugh! She's here early! And I'm in my bathrobe still! He quickly walked away.
*** "Father, I don't think they want us here, otherwise they would have had someone here already, other than the servants. If I came to see servants and slaves, I would have stayed home." The Princess complained as she held her head high. She caused her father to grunt in laughter. " Mere Beiti. (My daughter) be patient. And, also, show some manners. I brought you here to see your old friend. Don't you wish to see him?" The old king questioned. " Ugh. oh father all you have in mind is marriage. And yes I will show some manners, you should feel happy that I express my feelings to you at the most only." " I know my child, you should start talking to other people you know, someday I will not be here to assist you in the kingdom, do you wish to rule alone? You shouldn't be so shy. And I hauled you up here mainly because I wanted you to see how to handle things when you become queen, obviously you wont be getting married anytime soon, so I will show you how to act and BE a Queen." He stated, sounded very old and wise at the moment.
" Ah! Vikram! How are you?" The Pharaoh asked draped in his finest cape, jewelry and under piece. " Couldn't be better, Ramious!!" The Indian Empire smiled widely at his old buddy. They embraced tightly before Pharaoh Ramious looked over at his best friends, now matured, grown up daughter. " She's a beauty Vik! Obviously she didn't take after you!" The Pharaoh joked. The slaves in the room nervously looked at each other, clearly not believing that their Pharaoh was acting like this, from his stern, grumpy moods. The Hindu laughed. " Honestly, Ramious, were is YOUR son? Common, last time I saw him, he was 13. So he's what? 16 now? Ha, he'll be ruler pretty soon." " Ha, I wouldn't say that Vikram, I am still young!" The two rulers laughed whole heartily. " So, were IS MY son?" The Pharaoh asked turning to one of the slaves, cringing under his glare, he bowed, running off to find the Prince that could have him beheaded. Moments later, Yami walked in, adjusting his huge necklace that draped over his bare chiseled chest. His long cape flapped behind him, as his bottom piece was for once tied correctly. He nodded to the slave that came to get him showing that it was okay to relax and lean against the doors. He walked in and stood next to his father. " Ramious, he's very handsome, although he looks identical to you, just like all your family, he's got the color in the hair still unlike your gray head." He paused as he glanced at his daughter before looking back at the prince and continuing. " Ramious, Pharaoh of Egypt, I have a great favor to ask of you." The Indian stared at the ground. " Go on now, what is it? You of all people know India and Egypt are in good shape of each other." "Well, you see, there is this group, they are attempting to take over the Taj, I am in great need of your assistance, I am requesting that you bring some soldiers along with yourself to help train my soldiers what they are supposed to act like." He slowly said, frowning. The Pharaoh looked at his son, nodding before smiling in approval. " I will be most honored to train your men." " Thank you Ramious, I knew I could count on you." " No problem." " And another thing." While this was being discussed, Prince Yami looked over at his young friend whom he was hyped up and ready to see. He was shocked at how she changed. Her eyelids carried thick charcoal black eye liner, while her lips looked tasty in a wine color. She wore a blue two piece out fit. The skirt consisted of about 50 layers of cloth lined with metal at the bottom. The spaghetti strap top, it stopped at her bust line, with the finest of beadwork that was clearly handmade. She had a belly piercing, with a chain connecting to it around her stomach, around her skirt piece below her belly piercing chain, was another belt. This one looked extremely heavy with a thick silver chain giving off various sizes of metal bars and tiny shiny chains, and made a sweet bell noise with movement, along with her dozens of bangles, her anklets and arm bands. They all had those little bells on them to make that sweet noise. Yami's scarlet eyes slowly allowed themselves to move up to her head, were a tiara was rested, it was made out of what shone like diamonds, with a semi-large heart in the middle, dangling off of the inner point of the heart was a small crystal that reflected light. He pictured himself gently taking off her crown and placing the Egyptian Queens thick gold crown upon her head. He almost started drooling when he noticed she was longingly staring out of the window, looking as if she wanted to go out into the balcony. " Are you sure Ramious? I mean, if it wasn't too much of a burden to young Yami here. if he didn't.." The Prince suddenly interrupted the King. " You know, you can go out into the balcony if you want." Yami was in his own little world with the Princess. The Princess looked startled and nervously tucked back a piece of her bangs. She didn't speak; she was lost for words as their last meeting came into play in her mind. She smiled gently, warming the hearts of all in the room. Yami knowing she must be WAY to shy to open the doors herself walked over next to her, never loosing eye contact, even when he began unlatching the French window. When he opened it, a wind blew in, causing her braided hair to blow around, as well as her bangs to flood over her face; the sun highlighted her eyes like the pyramids at sunset. /Ra! You have been good to me! Sending me someone like her! I will fulfill your request to get me married if you feel that strong about it! Thank you, Hail Ra! / Yami made his way over to her, as he led her to the grand balcony, silently she watched the over looking desert and pyramids, giant statues in progress, it was all so beautiful. Although one thing was bothering the dazed prince. She still hadn't seen his face; she kept looking down, he decided to be daring. He rested a finger under her chin and gently as possible pulled her chin up. She looked up at him like a deer in the headlights of a car. She was so frightened, and shy. But her eyes, simply stunned the prince, for they were a fiery ruby, but at the same time they were brown. Her beauty mesmerized him. He didn't know what to do.
((Back inside the castle))
"Ramious, I think we have a case upon our hands, for when a boy interrupts a King for a reason such as that, well then you know you have to do something about it!" The Indian said. " Surely, you're not offended." the great Pharaoh was ready to punish his son for ruining his friendship with his best friend and ally. " We. we. have to." The king paused, scaring the living daylights out of the Pharaoh, wondering what the consequences would be for his son acting so foolish. War perhaps? " We'll get them married!" The king exclaimed. The Pharaoh was shocked, he hadn't expected this, nor did he look at it in this perspective. " Well Vikram, like you planned, we HAVE to leave them here for a few weeks or months anyway, so we'll see if they can get along then, we'll get them married when we come back!" " Beautiful! Like my daughter and your son!" They embraced, leaving the royal room together to further discuss their trip.
** Out on the Balcony ***
They just stood there, taking in each other's new features of maturity. He couldn't believe what she had grown up to be he laughed mentally, he had good taste even when he was 9! She looked at him with great wonder. Her wine lips gently tugged into a smirk. " So young pharaoh, you have lost your baby fat in the face, its must thinner now, with higher cheek bones." She merely choked out the mockery of Yami, for she used to always tease him about that as children. His smile simply vanished. He needed a come back, and bad. although, he could win her heart, obviously she wasn't as in love with the idea of first site love as him, he needed to win her heart with something such as. " And you've grown even more beautiful than anyone could have thought possible." He smirked. Compliments! That's must have been the best come back of all time. She couldn't have expected that! He was his father's son after all! " You expect me to fall for your little tricks? Please, you utterly disgusting kings and pharaohs simple marry for looks, then when your finished taking away her most prized gift, her virginity, you marry someone else. At least 50 wives by the time your worthless body is incased in your tomb and pyramid." Even the princess was shocked at what came out of her mouth. The prince on the other hand, looked at the city below them. He smiled. He knew she was shy, but she had a right to her thoughts and opinions. He had to admit thought; her outburst scared him a little bit. " If I have offended you in any manner, forgive me my lord. I slightly startled myself after all. For after all I am in your hands for the next few weeks, or rather months." Her bitterness changed to fear, slightly. " You what?" " You weren't paying attention to what our fathers were talking about?" She asked taken aback. " No, why?" " Well, there are intruders who are rebelling, for some unearthly reason, they are attacking the Taj Mahal. I almost got. well you know. violated in wrong ways. of so many.." She looked at the ground shamefully. " They did something to you?!" Yami asked aggressively, sounding like the present day Joey. " No, my main maiden helped me out" " Okay, good!" Yami managed a smile. " Well, we have come to ask your father if he could take some of your highest generals, to help train our men. Unfortunately, after many arguments, I will have to stay with you. I think that sneak of my father is trying to get me to marry. you.." She looked down to the paved sand floor, blush running across her tanned face. " And he won't let you go why..? I'm not saying it's a bad thing you're here, just wondering." Yami asked casually. " Well, I told you, I almost got violated by some creep with silver hair." She shuddered at the memory. " Okay, then, I shall let you use my chambers then." Yami said respectfully. " Of course not! Those are your chambers!" She said, her shyness creeping away at her old childhood friend, replaced by frustration, for this was the only time she wasn't shy. " Noo, I will have your baggage transferred to my rooms immediately." " And were on Earth are you to sleep?" She asked. Yami simply smirked. " Oh no you don't." The Indian princess looked at him sternly. " We're not even married, and I'm just meeting you!" " HA! We played together as children, and well, we CAN do something about that marriage thing." Yami said, tossing her braid playfully as he left the balcony to go inside. She stood there dumbfounded, remembering why she wasn't so shy around this boy; he always had frustrated her with his stupid questions and playfulness. / Ugh, how on Earth can he be future Pharaoh?/
** That night***
The princess waltzed through the grand hall, were the balls and fancy parties were held. Her many layered skirt and metal lining along with the many bells prettily clamoring to her movement. She was dancing with the Pharaoh, her godfather, before he left. Her father on the other hand had already headed towards India again. As she danced, her hips would occasionally shake, causing her belly chains to sing. Her godfather had always tried to teach her to dance as a little girl, but she didn't quit get it. Now, she was as good as his late wife. And that was excellent! " Sapna, your wonderful at dancing!" The Pharaoh complimented. " Thank you." Sapna said shyly. She turned her head to find Yami looking in on them at the grand doorway. He smiled at her as she blushed. The Pharaoh knew for a fact that Yami couldn't hear them talking so he decided to talk to his Goddaughter. " So, you've taken quite a liking to that boy, eh?" The Pharaoh chuckled. " Not at all.." she said blushing as she looked at the ground. " Your father told me what you're afraid of. Don't worry, Yami, well, lets just say, once he likes something, he's persistent to keep it." He said with a fatherly smile. Sapna was to surprised at her god fathers opinion on this one to answer, never the less, she only smiled as Yami began to walk over to them.
** Bows happily as veggies and fruit are thrown at her, heh heh. So? What'd ya think? Well R&R please, I need to know your comments. I need to know if I should keep my plan, and another thing, I'm not sure about, but if ya email me I will ask you and you can tell me what I should do about my story issue. Hehehe! BTW: I don't know Yami's real Egyptian name, and it would help a lot if someone told me if it has been out. And another thing, I know, that some of this stuff wasn't here 5000 years ago, but gimme a break, its my fiction! Thanx! Common, I worked hard on this chapter I seriously want to know whether I like it or not. *Nervously puts hand behind head* sorry bought that sudden burst on seriousness, Yami, he's here, complaining about whether I got his past right or not, so I told him to shut up and let me put some interesting fiction in history. We don't want to bore the fans, do we Yami? *Yami glares at Sephiroths_Goddess, thinking he should change her name* well, g2g, Yami wants hi chocolate pudding! *Winks* L8taz! PS: if you want to see some of my drawings, email me, I got a pic of Yugi, Dark Magician Girl (in color and sketch. (Not the Mystical sorceress!!!!!!) and some other stuff. Well, l8taz!***