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New Beginnings
Chapter III A Slap in the Face and a Trickle of Blood
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Bakura opened the door to the small shack to find the new servant sitting on the bed. As the sunlight filled the room, he got a good look at her.
"Listen, there's a reason that you have those white robes in that chest. You have five minutes to change into one." A mix of sarcasm and annoyance filled his voice.
She looked at him and smiled, "Go raibh maith agat[1]."
The foreign words stung his ears. He leaned against the closed door waiting for her to change.
`Great we finally get some new servants and, surprise, she can't speak Egyptian.'
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Aithne smiled as the white haired man closed the door. It was so obvious that the boy didn't have any clue about what she said, the look on his face made sure of that. And as she thought about it, she began to like the thought of no one understanding her. It gave her a sense of power over him. Sure she got the basic drift of what he was saying and speaking his language, but she just didn't feel like letting him know.
She opening the chest and pulled out one of the dirty white robes. Stripping off the red tunic, she pulled the dress over her head. Shockingly, it fit her nicely, minus the fact that it was about six inches too long.
`Weird!'
Grabbing the hem of the dress, she started to rip it. She twitched as she tore its edge; the sound of ripping fabric drove her up a wall. She attempted to keep it strait, but her hair came into view. Raising her hand to brush it away, she jerked and since she didn't have her other hand there leveling it, the cloth tore off. Leaning back down to finish the job, she grasped it again, but her hair, once again, fell in her face. She stopped to brush it aside and went back to her work. The same thing happened again, and again, and again. By the time she was done the hem of her dress was so jagged and the two strips of cloth lay in front of her. As she back and forth at ruined hem and pieces of cloth
Parting her hair down the middle, she began to braid.
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Bakura leaned against the door of the shack.
"You have one minute to get your ass out-"
The door opened while he was in mid-sentence; pushing him to the ground. He couldn't help but notice her snicker at him.
"So you think this is funny, huh?" He heaved himself off the ground, "Well let's see how funny you this is."
SMACK!
He slapped her as hard as he could on her cheek; a hand print was visible. The girl's eyes widened, but she did not let any tears slip out. She brought her slender hand to the red spot on her face.
`Well, she certainly has nerves of limestone; all the better for a slave.'
He gripped one of her two red braids, pulling her as he walk, as if on a leash. The winced ever so slightly.
"Now, you'll be working in the palace for the pharaoh as one of his servants."
"A mug [2]?!"
Bakura ignored her comment and handed her a bucket.
"Your job will be to scrub the floors in the palace. And these floors better be clean; I want to be able to see my face on it. Oh yes, you'll be needing this."
He handed her long, white strip of cloth. The girl looked at the cloth for a moment as if it was an object that was foreign to her. Bakura rolled his eyes.
"Put your hair up with it."
The girl took the cloth and slung it over her arm and began to wine her two braids on to the top of her head.
"What the hell are you doing?! I told you to put it on your head, not on to hang it over your arm!"
Bakura took out his whip and started to beat her. Over and over again the leather smacked her left arm, leaving a fresh trickle of blood flowing down her arm.
"Perhaps this will teach you to think twice before you disobey me again."
She nodded but went back to winding her two braids. He griped his whip as a threat. The girl took no notice and placed the cloth atop her head.
As Bakura dragged the girl up the palace, he notice three figures at the door. One of them was dress in a crisp white skirt that fell to his caves, decorated with gold arm bans. The other two weren't as cleanly dress, but Bakura recognized the first.
"Ryu, is that you?"
The man turned around. "Bakura, good to see ya. It's been too long."
Bakura nodded. "It has; but tell me, what brings you here?"
"I have to speak to the pharaoh about the peasants in my village. They're refusing to work, stealing crops and tools, and killing my flocks. I need the pharaoh to sign a conviction notice to allow me to take action against it. Oh by the way, this is my personal servant Sef."
He gestured to the man to his left. He had a skirt almost identical to Ryu's, except that it had a dust film over it. He had tan skin and his head was shaved. Thick, black eyeliner surrounded his brown eyes.
"And this is Jiro, my personal body guard." He indicated to a man with black eyes. "I hired him about a month ago. Good help is so hard to find these days." He glanced at the girl. Her green eyes narrowed as she looked strait back at him and she wore a smug smile. "Where did you get her?"
"She washed on the banks of the Nile. She's strong she was able to take a beating without shedding a tear. Doesn't speak a word of Egyptian thought."
"That's a pity, but I guess the gods won't give us and she appears to have a little temper.Well I shouldn't keep the Pharaoh waiting; don't want to face the wraith of his mighty rage."
Bakura dragged the girl inside and threw her to the floor. "Get to work," was all he said before he left her.
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Yami sat on his throne as Ryu explained his situation.
".they're stealing food and killing the flocks, Pharaoh. I go way out of my way to give them jobs and this is the thanks they give me. It's preposterous, I tell you. They're refusing to work. They say that they're not being treated fairly.."
`Bah bah bah; I get the picture. You've spent twenty minutes explaining the same thing over and over again. Just hurry up and get to the point. I really want to use some of my shadow powers soon'
"..so you see Your Highness, I need that permit for the good of the village."
"Well, within the next fortnight, either myself or one of my diplomats will come to your village and determined the severity of the problem and the appropriate punishment."
"Thank you Pharaoh."
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Aithne listened intently to the conversation between the Pharaoh and the noble man.
"..go way out of my way to give them jobs and this is the thanks they give me.."
`Yeah right; this is only on side of the story. Let's hear the peasant's story of what's going on.'
"Thank you Pharaoh."
Aithne heard footsteps heading towards the door.
`Shit!'
She backed away from the door but it was three seconds too late and was flung to the floor.
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Yami looked girl on the ground. Ryu had stepped over her and left. He was about to do the same when he realized that, to be in that position, she had to have been pushed or thrown. A terrible thought came to mind.
"You were listening in, Slave. What did you hear?" He kicked her to make it known he was talking to her.
The girl said nothing but heaved herself off the ground. She turned around and looked directly at him, her emerald eyes blazing. Their color was not one native to his ruling lands, but then again no one ever looked him directly in the eye. Such action was punishable by death
Yami grabbed her arm. "Did you not hear me? Answer my question."
His temper began to flare. The girl just looked at him wearing a smug grin. He dug his nails into her flesh.
"You are already facing serious consequences, I'm sure you don't want them to get any worse." His voice was dangerously soft, but then he began to shout. "TELL ME WHAT YOU HEARD!!!"
The girl mumbled something under her breath.
"What did you say?"
She smiled. "Titim gan éiri [3]."
Yami jumped back when he heard her foreign tongue. The girl used this moment to tug away from the Pharaoh. She picked up her bucket and walked away briskly, with her own sort of airs.
`Next time I see that girl, there will be hell to pay.'
He fingered his Millennium Puzzle.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: Here are the translations for the words with powers 1. Irish Gaelic for `Thanks' 2. Irish Gaelic for `His slave' 3. Irish Gaelic curse meaning `May you fall without rising'
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New Beginnings
Chapter III A Slap in the Face and a Trickle of Blood
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Bakura opened the door to the small shack to find the new servant sitting on the bed. As the sunlight filled the room, he got a good look at her.
"Listen, there's a reason that you have those white robes in that chest. You have five minutes to change into one." A mix of sarcasm and annoyance filled his voice.
She looked at him and smiled, "Go raibh maith agat[1]."
The foreign words stung his ears. He leaned against the closed door waiting for her to change.
`Great we finally get some new servants and, surprise, she can't speak Egyptian.'
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Aithne smiled as the white haired man closed the door. It was so obvious that the boy didn't have any clue about what she said, the look on his face made sure of that. And as she thought about it, she began to like the thought of no one understanding her. It gave her a sense of power over him. Sure she got the basic drift of what he was saying and speaking his language, but she just didn't feel like letting him know.
She opening the chest and pulled out one of the dirty white robes. Stripping off the red tunic, she pulled the dress over her head. Shockingly, it fit her nicely, minus the fact that it was about six inches too long.
`Weird!'
Grabbing the hem of the dress, she started to rip it. She twitched as she tore its edge; the sound of ripping fabric drove her up a wall. She attempted to keep it strait, but her hair came into view. Raising her hand to brush it away, she jerked and since she didn't have her other hand there leveling it, the cloth tore off. Leaning back down to finish the job, she grasped it again, but her hair, once again, fell in her face. She stopped to brush it aside and went back to her work. The same thing happened again, and again, and again. By the time she was done the hem of her dress was so jagged and the two strips of cloth lay in front of her. As she back and forth at ruined hem and pieces of cloth
Parting her hair down the middle, she began to braid.
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Bakura leaned against the door of the shack.
"You have one minute to get your ass out-"
The door opened while he was in mid-sentence; pushing him to the ground. He couldn't help but notice her snicker at him.
"So you think this is funny, huh?" He heaved himself off the ground, "Well let's see how funny you this is."
SMACK!
He slapped her as hard as he could on her cheek; a hand print was visible. The girl's eyes widened, but she did not let any tears slip out. She brought her slender hand to the red spot on her face.
`Well, she certainly has nerves of limestone; all the better for a slave.'
He gripped one of her two red braids, pulling her as he walk, as if on a leash. The winced ever so slightly.
"Now, you'll be working in the palace for the pharaoh as one of his servants."
"A mug [2]?!"
Bakura ignored her comment and handed her a bucket.
"Your job will be to scrub the floors in the palace. And these floors better be clean; I want to be able to see my face on it. Oh yes, you'll be needing this."
He handed her long, white strip of cloth. The girl looked at the cloth for a moment as if it was an object that was foreign to her. Bakura rolled his eyes.
"Put your hair up with it."
The girl took the cloth and slung it over her arm and began to wine her two braids on to the top of her head.
"What the hell are you doing?! I told you to put it on your head, not on to hang it over your arm!"
Bakura took out his whip and started to beat her. Over and over again the leather smacked her left arm, leaving a fresh trickle of blood flowing down her arm.
"Perhaps this will teach you to think twice before you disobey me again."
She nodded but went back to winding her two braids. He griped his whip as a threat. The girl took no notice and placed the cloth atop her head.
As Bakura dragged the girl up the palace, he notice three figures at the door. One of them was dress in a crisp white skirt that fell to his caves, decorated with gold arm bans. The other two weren't as cleanly dress, but Bakura recognized the first.
"Ryu, is that you?"
The man turned around. "Bakura, good to see ya. It's been too long."
Bakura nodded. "It has; but tell me, what brings you here?"
"I have to speak to the pharaoh about the peasants in my village. They're refusing to work, stealing crops and tools, and killing my flocks. I need the pharaoh to sign a conviction notice to allow me to take action against it. Oh by the way, this is my personal servant Sef."
He gestured to the man to his left. He had a skirt almost identical to Ryu's, except that it had a dust film over it. He had tan skin and his head was shaved. Thick, black eyeliner surrounded his brown eyes.
"And this is Jiro, my personal body guard." He indicated to a man with black eyes. "I hired him about a month ago. Good help is so hard to find these days." He glanced at the girl. Her green eyes narrowed as she looked strait back at him and she wore a smug smile. "Where did you get her?"
"She washed on the banks of the Nile. She's strong she was able to take a beating without shedding a tear. Doesn't speak a word of Egyptian thought."
"That's a pity, but I guess the gods won't give us and she appears to have a little temper.Well I shouldn't keep the Pharaoh waiting; don't want to face the wraith of his mighty rage."
Bakura dragged the girl inside and threw her to the floor. "Get to work," was all he said before he left her.
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Yami sat on his throne as Ryu explained his situation.
".they're stealing food and killing the flocks, Pharaoh. I go way out of my way to give them jobs and this is the thanks they give me. It's preposterous, I tell you. They're refusing to work. They say that they're not being treated fairly.."
`Bah bah bah; I get the picture. You've spent twenty minutes explaining the same thing over and over again. Just hurry up and get to the point. I really want to use some of my shadow powers soon'
"..so you see Your Highness, I need that permit for the good of the village."
"Well, within the next fortnight, either myself or one of my diplomats will come to your village and determined the severity of the problem and the appropriate punishment."
"Thank you Pharaoh."
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Aithne listened intently to the conversation between the Pharaoh and the noble man.
"..go way out of my way to give them jobs and this is the thanks they give me.."
`Yeah right; this is only on side of the story. Let's hear the peasant's story of what's going on.'
"Thank you Pharaoh."
Aithne heard footsteps heading towards the door.
`Shit!'
She backed away from the door but it was three seconds too late and was flung to the floor.
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Yami looked girl on the ground. Ryu had stepped over her and left. He was about to do the same when he realized that, to be in that position, she had to have been pushed or thrown. A terrible thought came to mind.
"You were listening in, Slave. What did you hear?" He kicked her to make it known he was talking to her.
The girl said nothing but heaved herself off the ground. She turned around and looked directly at him, her emerald eyes blazing. Their color was not one native to his ruling lands, but then again no one ever looked him directly in the eye. Such action was punishable by death
Yami grabbed her arm. "Did you not hear me? Answer my question."
His temper began to flare. The girl just looked at him wearing a smug grin. He dug his nails into her flesh.
"You are already facing serious consequences, I'm sure you don't want them to get any worse." His voice was dangerously soft, but then he began to shout. "TELL ME WHAT YOU HEARD!!!"
The girl mumbled something under her breath.
"What did you say?"
She smiled. "Titim gan éiri [3]."
Yami jumped back when he heard her foreign tongue. The girl used this moment to tug away from the Pharaoh. She picked up her bucket and walked away briskly, with her own sort of airs.
`Next time I see that girl, there will be hell to pay.'
He fingered his Millennium Puzzle.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: Here are the translations for the words with powers 1. Irish Gaelic for `Thanks' 2. Irish Gaelic for `His slave' 3. Irish Gaelic curse meaning `May you fall without rising'
People REVIEW HERE! Even if you just say that it's good or bad, it's better than nothing. SO CLICK THE REVIEW BUTTON!!!!
Ok, I'm done with my little rant. I'd like to wish Orlando Bloom a happy 27th birthday. And everyone, I think that he is HOTT. It's actually quite funny; there are some plus sides to going to an all girls' school. One, you can actually talk openly about the hot actors and no one will ever look at you. (Accept my perverted biology teacher. The guy is like 60 years old and he thinks he looks like Brad Pitt. And he hits on all the girls) And you know every actors birthday, and if you don't you know by the end of second period. And people, REVIEW!!! -Solo_girl (