Spirit of the Heart
By: Tiger LiLy
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Disclaimer: I own what I own.
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Chapter 5: Revealing the Past
Yami pulled back from his embrace with Reira. He looked in her eyes. "Reira, tell me, how is it that you are here?"
"It is a difficult tale, my Pharaoh." She reached up with both her hands and touched his face while looking into his eyes. "It has been so long."
Yami reached up and gently grabbed her wrists. He led her upward so that they were both standing. He was slightly taller. "Please, I must know."
"It's like I said before. Anything is possible with love and magic." Reira slipped out of his loose hold on her wrists, turned from him, and walked off the path to the shoreline of the pond.
Yami followed her and stopped a couple feet behind her. He waited for her to speak.
"You left me." she spoke.
"I did?"
"Don't you remember?"
"My past is still much of a mystery to me."
"Then how is it you remember me?" she turned to him.
"I don't know. Maybe my heart remembers you though my memories have faded."
Reira said nothing. She turned her back to him again. "I remember- I remember waking up early one morning to find you gone from my side. We had made such sweet love that night. I was not our first, but it shunned out the other times. Do you remember?" she turned to him again.
Yami saddened. "I'm afraid I don't."
Reira looked sad as she momentarily turned from him. She then looked back to him and approached him. "You're memorizes might have faded but they can't be forgotten. Please, you must remember something about our time together."
"I don't-"
"You held me to you so I was perfectly pressed to your body." Reira stood close to him. "You brushed your hand across my cheek and held my neck." She moved his hand to do so. "I thought you were then going to kiss me, but instead-"
"Instead-" He interrupted. "I looked in your eyes and whispered- to you."
She looked up at him pleading him with her eyes. "Do you remember what you said?" she asked barely above a whisper.
He looked at her for a long moment. "I said- I loved you." He managed to reply.
Reira had tears of joy swelled in her eyes. "It was the first time you had said that to me."
"Yes, and you returned my love by, too, saying that you loved me." He managed to recall.
There was a moment of silence as they stood together. Reira just looked up at Yami with tears in her eyes still.
"You said I left you?" Yami asked.
Reira looked down. "Yes. I could feel that something was wrong when I didn't see you when I woke up. I put on my robes and ventured forth in search for you. That's when I found out that you were gone from this place."
"Gone?"
"Yes, you did what you had to do to save the world from its destruction" she paused. "To save me. You always told me that you would let no harm come to me." Reira's tears began to fall. "But I felt abandoned! Alone!" she let her head fall on his chest and began to sob.
"Reira, I'm so sorry for causing you so much pain."
"I couldn't bare the pain! I couldn't go on living without you!" Reira pulled out the necklace around her neck. "This is the necklace you gave me, and with it, I would find my way back to you. And I did."
"Reira, how did-?"
"Please, Yami! Please! I can't! I can't talk about this anymore now! My heart hurts too much!" she cried.
Yami nodded. "I'm so sorry, Reira. I would never intentionally hurt you. I know I couldn't."
"Yes, I know." She whispered as she hid her face in his chest once more.
Yami wrapped his arms around her in a gentle embrace. He breathed in her sent as he stroked her hair in comfort. Her scent is different now but still alluring. He wrapped his arms around her tighter so that she was pressed firmly to his body. Reira felt this and her eyes opened. Her eyes still shined with tears as she looked up at him in wonder.
"This is how I held you." He spoke. "When you were sad, or whether I needed comfort."
She starred at him for a moment with surprise. "Yes." She responded.
Reira tightened the embrace so her body could press more to Yami. She liked the feeling of his chest pressed against hers. How she had missed him. Through his clothes, she could feel the bulge of his member against her. Her body tingled with the thought and her body shivered.
Yami felt her shiver. "Are you cold?" He looked over at the setting sun. "It's getting dark fast. I'll take you home. We'll talk more there."
Reira looked up at him and nodded. Once more, they broke their embrace. Yami took her hand and they left for Hana's home.
Not far from where Yami and Reira had been, there was a figure behind a tree. He watched as Yami and Reira left and a small chuckle came from somewhere deep in his throat. It was none other than Bakura. "Everything is working perfectly." He smirked.
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They entered to find no one home. Reira was a few steps ahead of Yami. She took a short look at her surroundings. This place did feel like home- well, a home; not her home. However, her home is in the past, something she can only go back to in the few memories she can recall.
"Reira? Shall we go into the living room?" Yami asked.
Reira turned to Yami and nodded. He guided her into the living room where they sat on the couch.
Once seated, Yami took Reira's hands in his. "I know this is difficult for you, but I need you to tell me everything you can remember."
Reira gave him sad eyes. "Oh my Pharaoh." She let her right hands slip out of his and she caressed his cheek. "You have forgotten so much."
"Yes, this is why I need you to tell me everything you remember. I need to find out what my purpose for being here is and you're memories could help me."
Reira took a deep breath. "The one thing I can recall most vivid is our last night together. I don't remember how we came to be an item though." Reira retracted her right hand from Yami's face and she gingerly grabbed the necklace around her neck. "I do recall some incidents with this necklace."
Reira had a quick flashback of the palace and Yami giving her the gold box with the necklace inside. She remembered him helping her put it on.
"This necklace was a gift from you, my Pharaoh."
"Yes, when I saw Hana with it, I recognized it."
Reira smiled. She was glad he was remembering something about them and their past together.
"I heard you speak my name while dueling." She spoke. "How did you remember me?"
"It was the Dark Magician Girl card Hana used in her duel with Yugi. The last and only time had I seen someone use it was when you did long ago."
"How can you remember that?"
"Because women were forbidden to participate in the Shadow Games. But- I do not recall the reason."
"It is because women were seen as inferior to men. It was said that our minds were too weak to handle the intensity of a duel." She said while facing straight ahead of herself.
Yami looked at Reira who looked strictly solemn. She turned back to him. "But I had too."
He sat silently giving her permission to continue.
"My mother was a very proud woman. After my father passed on, we found ourselves unable to afford the necessities we needed. People had offered to help us but my mother would not accept their kind generosity."
"It is hard for people to accept charity when they know they need it. It's like an admission of defeat." Yami tried to reason.
"But she didn't just have me! She had my younger sister to care for as well!"
Yami was silent, not sure of what to say.
"Mother declined charities and refused to have her daughters reduced to being pick-pockets." She sighed. "So, I took matters into my own hands. I was the eldest in my family as well as the strongest. I had to find a way to earn some money and quickly."
Yami nodded. "What did you do?"
She was silent for a moment. "I can't recall what happened."
Yami looked disappointed.
"I'm sorry, my Pharaoh." She hung her head.
"It is alright, Reira." He placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him. "Are you thirst? Would you like some water?"
Reira nodded. Yami stood up and Reira quickly stood up too. "My Pharaoh, please, allow me." she walked ahead of him into the kitchen.
Yami hesitantly sat back down. "This is not necessary." He spoke to her from where he sat.
Reira returned shortly with two cups in hand. She knelt next to the coffee table near Yami and placed the cups there.
"Thank you, Reira." Yami took a drink of water.
Reira turned slightly from him. "A tavern." She mumbled.
Yami looked up at her and placed his cup back down. "Huh?"
"I served at a tavern." She recalled. "It was a disgusting pigsty with filthy lecherous drunks." Her fists were clenched tight.
Yami nodded.
"I hated it. I hated being there. I felt dirty just looking at them half passed out on the tables, rolling in their filth." She cringed. "That's when I began to wonder."
"Wonder what?"
"Wonder if men weren't as superior as we are to believe. I observed their behavior and they were truly not men but pigs."
"I see." Yami nodded.
"Since then I was convinced that women could be the same if not better than a man. That men and women could be-"
"Equals?" Yami filled in.
"Yes. All I needed to do now was to prove it. That's when I decided to duel. If I could duel, it would prove that not all women are weak and can be a man's equal."
"How did you duel without being found out?"
"I wore a cloche and hood to hind my feminine features and hardly spoke, but when I did speak, I remembered to carry on with a deep voice." Reira chuckled some in amusement. "I dueled for quite some time before I was discovered."
"Then what happened?"
"One day-"
*Flashback*
"I summon The Wicked Worm Beast!" an Egyptian man shouted. He began to chant a prayer and the beast had risen from its dormant state within a giant stone tablet within the temple.
The opponent, a figure in a cloche and hood, stood watched in silents.
"Summon your beast if you dare!" the man shouted with his chest puffed out in arrogance.
The figure remained unfazed. The opponent in question obliged and whispered a chant. During this, a giant stone tablet had risen and out forth came the monster of a mystical elf quality. Do not be fooled by the creature's appearance, this was no mere elf. This was a lady of spells and magic; the Dark Magician Girl.
The man took a step back in puzzlement. The monster before him looked like a girl. She stood motionless. She looked almost as if sleeping. She just stood there in air. Never before had he seen a creature like this. He heard stories of such a creature but never knew if it were to be real.
The hooded figure raised an arm and pointed at the worm beast. The girl magician's eyes snapped open. She took a tight grip of her staff in her right hand and began to twirl it like a baton. The man watched in wonder when suddenly she stopped and froze. Suddenly her arm raised the staff above her head and forcefully pointed back down to the Wicked Worm Beast. A blast of energy emitted from the staff's end and the worm beast was destroyed.
The man stood in disbelief of the power of this gentle looking monster that had easily destroyed his beast.
"No! My Wicked Worm Beast!" the man cried out as he fell to his knees and held his head in shame.
The hooded figure walked over and stood before the man. The man looked up to see the figure with an outstretched arm, wanting their reward for winning.
Angry for his loss, the man stood up and grabbed the figure by the cloche. "You couldn't have beaten me! Who are you?!" he demanded.
The hood fell from the figure's head to reveal a very shocked young Egyptian woman.
The man was both shocked and angry. He threw her down to the ground. "A bitch?!" he barked. Her sweet honey eyes glared up at him from behind some strands of her raven hair. She spoke not a word.
He spat on her and demanded to know who she belonged to. (A/N: What he means is does she live with her father, is she someone's servant, or does she have a husband.) She but only stared at him with a piercing glare.
"I see, then you are a stupid whore who gets by with stealing from merchants and fucking drunks for pennies." He looked at her with disgust.
The young woman wanted nothing more than to make him eat those words; those vile, hateful words like poison, but knew she could not.
"You're going to rot in a dark, filthy prison for what you did, bitch!"
'Sore loser.' She thought.
He grabbed her by the arm and yanked her up towards him. "You're very pretty for some slut from the streets." He observed. "Maybe I should help myself before I turn you in."
The young woman's heart began to beat fast with anger.
"What's going on here?" a couple of guards approached the man.
"This whore was tampering with powers of the Shadow Realm." He threw her at the guards' feet.
"Grab the girl." The head guard ordered.
Two of the guards grabbed her while the man told the head guard of what happened. After he finished, the head guard turned and walked up to the young woman. He leaned in close to her face. "Women are forbidden to participate in Shadow Games. Shadow Games are nothing to be tampered with." He said almost threateningly. "Now you will pay for your insolence."
The young woman looked away and said nothing. The man watched as she was carried away. She spent the night alone crying in the cold, damp prison cells.
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The next day, the girl woke to the sound of metal clanging. When she lifted her head up from her knees and looked up, she saw two guards. One had a ring of keys and was opening the lock. She swallowed hard wondering what fate had been bestowed upon her.
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Sorry for the cliffhanger! I'll update as soon as I can! Questions? Comments? Concerns? Tell me! Please review too! Thanks!
Tiger LiLy =^..^=
By: Tiger LiLy
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Disclaimer: I own what I own.
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Chapter 5: Revealing the Past
Yami pulled back from his embrace with Reira. He looked in her eyes. "Reira, tell me, how is it that you are here?"
"It is a difficult tale, my Pharaoh." She reached up with both her hands and touched his face while looking into his eyes. "It has been so long."
Yami reached up and gently grabbed her wrists. He led her upward so that they were both standing. He was slightly taller. "Please, I must know."
"It's like I said before. Anything is possible with love and magic." Reira slipped out of his loose hold on her wrists, turned from him, and walked off the path to the shoreline of the pond.
Yami followed her and stopped a couple feet behind her. He waited for her to speak.
"You left me." she spoke.
"I did?"
"Don't you remember?"
"My past is still much of a mystery to me."
"Then how is it you remember me?" she turned to him.
"I don't know. Maybe my heart remembers you though my memories have faded."
Reira said nothing. She turned her back to him again. "I remember- I remember waking up early one morning to find you gone from my side. We had made such sweet love that night. I was not our first, but it shunned out the other times. Do you remember?" she turned to him again.
Yami saddened. "I'm afraid I don't."
Reira looked sad as she momentarily turned from him. She then looked back to him and approached him. "You're memorizes might have faded but they can't be forgotten. Please, you must remember something about our time together."
"I don't-"
"You held me to you so I was perfectly pressed to your body." Reira stood close to him. "You brushed your hand across my cheek and held my neck." She moved his hand to do so. "I thought you were then going to kiss me, but instead-"
"Instead-" He interrupted. "I looked in your eyes and whispered- to you."
She looked up at him pleading him with her eyes. "Do you remember what you said?" she asked barely above a whisper.
He looked at her for a long moment. "I said- I loved you." He managed to reply.
Reira had tears of joy swelled in her eyes. "It was the first time you had said that to me."
"Yes, and you returned my love by, too, saying that you loved me." He managed to recall.
There was a moment of silence as they stood together. Reira just looked up at Yami with tears in her eyes still.
"You said I left you?" Yami asked.
Reira looked down. "Yes. I could feel that something was wrong when I didn't see you when I woke up. I put on my robes and ventured forth in search for you. That's when I found out that you were gone from this place."
"Gone?"
"Yes, you did what you had to do to save the world from its destruction" she paused. "To save me. You always told me that you would let no harm come to me." Reira's tears began to fall. "But I felt abandoned! Alone!" she let her head fall on his chest and began to sob.
"Reira, I'm so sorry for causing you so much pain."
"I couldn't bare the pain! I couldn't go on living without you!" Reira pulled out the necklace around her neck. "This is the necklace you gave me, and with it, I would find my way back to you. And I did."
"Reira, how did-?"
"Please, Yami! Please! I can't! I can't talk about this anymore now! My heart hurts too much!" she cried.
Yami nodded. "I'm so sorry, Reira. I would never intentionally hurt you. I know I couldn't."
"Yes, I know." She whispered as she hid her face in his chest once more.
Yami wrapped his arms around her in a gentle embrace. He breathed in her sent as he stroked her hair in comfort. Her scent is different now but still alluring. He wrapped his arms around her tighter so that she was pressed firmly to his body. Reira felt this and her eyes opened. Her eyes still shined with tears as she looked up at him in wonder.
"This is how I held you." He spoke. "When you were sad, or whether I needed comfort."
She starred at him for a moment with surprise. "Yes." She responded.
Reira tightened the embrace so her body could press more to Yami. She liked the feeling of his chest pressed against hers. How she had missed him. Through his clothes, she could feel the bulge of his member against her. Her body tingled with the thought and her body shivered.
Yami felt her shiver. "Are you cold?" He looked over at the setting sun. "It's getting dark fast. I'll take you home. We'll talk more there."
Reira looked up at him and nodded. Once more, they broke their embrace. Yami took her hand and they left for Hana's home.
Not far from where Yami and Reira had been, there was a figure behind a tree. He watched as Yami and Reira left and a small chuckle came from somewhere deep in his throat. It was none other than Bakura. "Everything is working perfectly." He smirked.
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They entered to find no one home. Reira was a few steps ahead of Yami. She took a short look at her surroundings. This place did feel like home- well, a home; not her home. However, her home is in the past, something she can only go back to in the few memories she can recall.
"Reira? Shall we go into the living room?" Yami asked.
Reira turned to Yami and nodded. He guided her into the living room where they sat on the couch.
Once seated, Yami took Reira's hands in his. "I know this is difficult for you, but I need you to tell me everything you can remember."
Reira gave him sad eyes. "Oh my Pharaoh." She let her right hands slip out of his and she caressed his cheek. "You have forgotten so much."
"Yes, this is why I need you to tell me everything you remember. I need to find out what my purpose for being here is and you're memories could help me."
Reira took a deep breath. "The one thing I can recall most vivid is our last night together. I don't remember how we came to be an item though." Reira retracted her right hand from Yami's face and she gingerly grabbed the necklace around her neck. "I do recall some incidents with this necklace."
Reira had a quick flashback of the palace and Yami giving her the gold box with the necklace inside. She remembered him helping her put it on.
"This necklace was a gift from you, my Pharaoh."
"Yes, when I saw Hana with it, I recognized it."
Reira smiled. She was glad he was remembering something about them and their past together.
"I heard you speak my name while dueling." She spoke. "How did you remember me?"
"It was the Dark Magician Girl card Hana used in her duel with Yugi. The last and only time had I seen someone use it was when you did long ago."
"How can you remember that?"
"Because women were forbidden to participate in the Shadow Games. But- I do not recall the reason."
"It is because women were seen as inferior to men. It was said that our minds were too weak to handle the intensity of a duel." She said while facing straight ahead of herself.
Yami looked at Reira who looked strictly solemn. She turned back to him. "But I had too."
He sat silently giving her permission to continue.
"My mother was a very proud woman. After my father passed on, we found ourselves unable to afford the necessities we needed. People had offered to help us but my mother would not accept their kind generosity."
"It is hard for people to accept charity when they know they need it. It's like an admission of defeat." Yami tried to reason.
"But she didn't just have me! She had my younger sister to care for as well!"
Yami was silent, not sure of what to say.
"Mother declined charities and refused to have her daughters reduced to being pick-pockets." She sighed. "So, I took matters into my own hands. I was the eldest in my family as well as the strongest. I had to find a way to earn some money and quickly."
Yami nodded. "What did you do?"
She was silent for a moment. "I can't recall what happened."
Yami looked disappointed.
"I'm sorry, my Pharaoh." She hung her head.
"It is alright, Reira." He placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him. "Are you thirst? Would you like some water?"
Reira nodded. Yami stood up and Reira quickly stood up too. "My Pharaoh, please, allow me." she walked ahead of him into the kitchen.
Yami hesitantly sat back down. "This is not necessary." He spoke to her from where he sat.
Reira returned shortly with two cups in hand. She knelt next to the coffee table near Yami and placed the cups there.
"Thank you, Reira." Yami took a drink of water.
Reira turned slightly from him. "A tavern." She mumbled.
Yami looked up at her and placed his cup back down. "Huh?"
"I served at a tavern." She recalled. "It was a disgusting pigsty with filthy lecherous drunks." Her fists were clenched tight.
Yami nodded.
"I hated it. I hated being there. I felt dirty just looking at them half passed out on the tables, rolling in their filth." She cringed. "That's when I began to wonder."
"Wonder what?"
"Wonder if men weren't as superior as we are to believe. I observed their behavior and they were truly not men but pigs."
"I see." Yami nodded.
"Since then I was convinced that women could be the same if not better than a man. That men and women could be-"
"Equals?" Yami filled in.
"Yes. All I needed to do now was to prove it. That's when I decided to duel. If I could duel, it would prove that not all women are weak and can be a man's equal."
"How did you duel without being found out?"
"I wore a cloche and hood to hind my feminine features and hardly spoke, but when I did speak, I remembered to carry on with a deep voice." Reira chuckled some in amusement. "I dueled for quite some time before I was discovered."
"Then what happened?"
"One day-"
*Flashback*
"I summon The Wicked Worm Beast!" an Egyptian man shouted. He began to chant a prayer and the beast had risen from its dormant state within a giant stone tablet within the temple.
The opponent, a figure in a cloche and hood, stood watched in silents.
"Summon your beast if you dare!" the man shouted with his chest puffed out in arrogance.
The figure remained unfazed. The opponent in question obliged and whispered a chant. During this, a giant stone tablet had risen and out forth came the monster of a mystical elf quality. Do not be fooled by the creature's appearance, this was no mere elf. This was a lady of spells and magic; the Dark Magician Girl.
The man took a step back in puzzlement. The monster before him looked like a girl. She stood motionless. She looked almost as if sleeping. She just stood there in air. Never before had he seen a creature like this. He heard stories of such a creature but never knew if it were to be real.
The hooded figure raised an arm and pointed at the worm beast. The girl magician's eyes snapped open. She took a tight grip of her staff in her right hand and began to twirl it like a baton. The man watched in wonder when suddenly she stopped and froze. Suddenly her arm raised the staff above her head and forcefully pointed back down to the Wicked Worm Beast. A blast of energy emitted from the staff's end and the worm beast was destroyed.
The man stood in disbelief of the power of this gentle looking monster that had easily destroyed his beast.
"No! My Wicked Worm Beast!" the man cried out as he fell to his knees and held his head in shame.
The hooded figure walked over and stood before the man. The man looked up to see the figure with an outstretched arm, wanting their reward for winning.
Angry for his loss, the man stood up and grabbed the figure by the cloche. "You couldn't have beaten me! Who are you?!" he demanded.
The hood fell from the figure's head to reveal a very shocked young Egyptian woman.
The man was both shocked and angry. He threw her down to the ground. "A bitch?!" he barked. Her sweet honey eyes glared up at him from behind some strands of her raven hair. She spoke not a word.
He spat on her and demanded to know who she belonged to. (A/N: What he means is does she live with her father, is she someone's servant, or does she have a husband.) She but only stared at him with a piercing glare.
"I see, then you are a stupid whore who gets by with stealing from merchants and fucking drunks for pennies." He looked at her with disgust.
The young woman wanted nothing more than to make him eat those words; those vile, hateful words like poison, but knew she could not.
"You're going to rot in a dark, filthy prison for what you did, bitch!"
'Sore loser.' She thought.
He grabbed her by the arm and yanked her up towards him. "You're very pretty for some slut from the streets." He observed. "Maybe I should help myself before I turn you in."
The young woman's heart began to beat fast with anger.
"What's going on here?" a couple of guards approached the man.
"This whore was tampering with powers of the Shadow Realm." He threw her at the guards' feet.
"Grab the girl." The head guard ordered.
Two of the guards grabbed her while the man told the head guard of what happened. After he finished, the head guard turned and walked up to the young woman. He leaned in close to her face. "Women are forbidden to participate in Shadow Games. Shadow Games are nothing to be tampered with." He said almost threateningly. "Now you will pay for your insolence."
The young woman looked away and said nothing. The man watched as she was carried away. She spent the night alone crying in the cold, damp prison cells.
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The next day, the girl woke to the sound of metal clanging. When she lifted her head up from her knees and looked up, she saw two guards. One had a ring of keys and was opening the lock. She swallowed hard wondering what fate had been bestowed upon her.
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Sorry for the cliffhanger! I'll update as soon as I can! Questions? Comments? Concerns? Tell me! Please review too! Thanks!
Tiger LiLy =^..^=