~Disclaimer...I can honestly say I do not own Yugioh!
Pegasus: -_- Took her three years in therapy to say that...
Yuugi: (singsong voice) Oh, Pegasus! Where'd you go? I wanted to know which dress you liked better! The lilac or the mauve?
Pegasus: O_O Hide me! (hides behind Nika)
Nika: (laughing wildly) Hell no! (calls out) He's over here, Yuugi!!
Pegasus: O______O NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (is dragged away by Yuugi to be stuffed into a dress) @__@
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Angel Eyes
Chapter Six:
"Memories Not Forgotten and Amunet's Cold Eyes"
"Angelica! What are you doing home!?"
Pierce's mother had seen fit to come home in the middle of the day and found her daughter stretched out across the couch, watching t.v., snacking on pretzels...covered in cuts and bruises.
Her short, firey red hair bobbed up and down as she chewed out the girl before her. "You got in another fight, didn't you!? I bet you were expelled! Expelled on your first day! Only you could pull that off!"
Pierce just stuck another pretzel in her mouth and regarded her mother with a cold look. "I wasn't expelled. The school caught on fire." Ignoring the raging woman, she turned back to the t.v. "And I bet I know someone else who could manage expulsion on the first day...if it weren't for Ryou."
"And just how did you get all those cuts!? Huh? Answer me that!" he mother yelled.
Sighing, Pierce turned off the t.v. and sat up, staring her mother down. "Fine. I did get in a fight. What do you care?" She leaped over the back of the couch and made her way up to her bedroom. "I'm taking a nap, Atsuko. Don't bother me." she called back to her mother.
She could hear her mother raging down below, but knew she wouldn't come upstairs. She was too afraid of her own daughter to go against her. She pulled off her clothes and quickly changed into her nightgown. She could never stand to sleep in clothes. Flopping down on her bed she thought about the first time she had seen her parents. It was just after her grandmother's death. She had no one to take care of her, and she was only fourteen, so she was sent to live with her parents in Japan. In Egypt it had been like a dream. A wonderful dream she never wanted to end. She could remember everything as clearly as if she were still there. It was her home. There everyone respected her. Her grandmother loved her. She had friends who cared about her and called her Angel. She never had to hide her secrets from anyone there. At least, not from most people. It was common knowledge she heard voices no one else heard and saw things no one else saw. Things that gave her special knowledge. She had been born special.
Her first words had been in the ancient language of Kehmet. Her first drawings, random doodlings of a child, had been secret texts written in hiroglyphs. By the time she was five she was fluent in at least six languages and could hold her own with the most educated of scholars. And when she had demonstrated the remarkable ability to fade into shadows, the locals had begun calling her Nephthys reborn. She was respected and revered as a goddess by the people of that wonderous land.
And then she had met Malik. Even as a child she had viciously attacked any who touched her, other than her beloved grandmother. When she found her reaction to contact with him was benign, she had stayed as close to him as possible. Of course, there were times he would disappear for weeks and even months at a time, but she knew he would return. He would always return. It was after one of these absences that he had returned only to disappear again, this time taking her with him. She was eight at the time.
He took her deep into a tomb, where others waited for them. Most of what happened remained only vague blurs in her mind, but sometimes she could see flashes. Flashes of a secret ceremony. Of Malik vowing before a room full of cloaked figures that he would use the priestess to protect the pharaoh. Then vowing in secret to her, when they were alone, that he would always protect her from her past, from the pharaoh.
After that, the next thing she remembered was standing outside her house. She could hear Amy speaking inside her mind, but the words were lost to her as her grandmother appeared to pull her inside. She had been gone two full days.
After that, Malik always remained close to her. His absences never ranged more than a few days. But when her grandmother had unexpectedly died, she had to bid farewell to the land and people she loved. She had boarded the plain, she thought, never to see neither Egypt nor Malik again.
She went to live with her parents, Atsuko and Genichiro Pierceson, in Osaka. Her father was a celebrated geneticist; her mother a talented singer. But alas, they had little time for a daughter they never wanted in the first place. They never said as much, but she knew she'd been dumped on her grandmother almost the instant she was born because her parents didn't want a child. They had no idea how to take care of a now teenaged daughter with gifts they had never been made aware of. When she freely told them that Amy had made her do it, they said she was insane. When she beat up anyone who touched her, they said she was violently agressive. She only attended school for two weeks before she was forced to withdraw. Her teachers were amazed by her intelligence and quick wit, but were at a loss as to how to deal with her 'special needs'.
Then that night when she had went to bed as usual, but awoken fully dressed in the back of a police car. She honestly couldn't remember doing any of the things they accused her of. They said she had broken into an Egyptian exhibit at the local museum and smashed a stone tablet, then beaten the security guard who had tried to apprhend her. She was taken first to the police station, then to a mental hospital. They gave her nasty drugs that made her act funny and locked her in her room. She had tried not to use her power to move through shadows since she came to Japan, but finally she couldn't stand it anymore and escaped. That had been it. Her parents gave up all hope and let her do as she pleased. For some reason, the museum suddenly dropped all charges against her and she was declared mentally competent by the sanitorium. She was completely free.
Her parents soon found a new use for her though. She had the uncanny ability to play a tune simply by hearing it once. She was put to work at whatever club her mother was preforming at as her accompianst. That's when she gained a new ability, though she would never let her mother know about it. She could sing. Better than her mother, in fact, better than most.
When her father had lost his job for 'breech of ethics', a woman named Isis Ishtar had offered him a job as a guide in the museum in Domino. It was a far cry from valued scientist, but it was all he could get. So, here they moved. And now, even through the unfortunate incidents that had plagued her today, she had met several people she could like. And her childhood friend, Malik, was now back in her life. And Ra be damned, she was not going to let him go again!
Feeling tired, she allowed her eyes to close and the memories to fade away.
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*Now's my chance.* Amunet thought as she felt Pierce slip into unconsciousness. *I have to complete my tasks before she awakens. We can't have a repeat of last time.*
'Last time.' She could remember it vividly. But that was her curse. Memories. She held the memories until Pierce was ready. If she could just keep the memories away from her for long enough, then perhaps.......perhaps she could have memories of what it was like to be a normal girl in this time.
'Last time.' The last time she had taken control of their body was when she had seen through Pierce's eyes a report on a new discovery on a dig in Egypt. It was a stone detailing the life and death of an ancient priestess. Something she couldn't allow to be revealed to the world, to Pierce. So she had taken control and smashed the tablet. When the guard had tried to stop her by grabbing her arms, her old instincts surfaced and she violently attacked him. Beating him savagely. She hated reacting in that way and hated that she had passed it on to Pierce. But is was the memories. Memories of what had been done to her that made her react so violently.
Pushing away what memories she could, she rose to the surface until she could see only black. Opening her eyes, she found herself looking through Pierce's eyes. Her eyes really, though they now shared one body. She never wanted to let Pierce know that she could do this. Take over her body without her conscent.
She pushed herself into a sitting position, feeling the weight of her body a most strange sensation. It had been a long time since she had been forced to operate a physical body.
After getting control, she raised herself from the bed. Feeling Pierce stir slightly in the mental chamber that was normally Amunet's, she resolved to do this as quick as possible.
She paused before a mirror to take in her appearance. A short spaghetti-strap white silk nightgown and socks were her only clothes. It would just have to do. She looked out the bedroom window and was surprised to find it was night already. Pierce had spent so much time in contemplation, night had fallen. Glancing at a softly glowing clock she found it was almost eleven.
*Well, I better get moving.*
Not bothering to change into normal clothes for time's sake, she slipped into the shadows blanketing the room and disappeared. She could feel the familiar feeling of darkness rushing over her. This was nothing new for Pierce, who'd been doing it all her life. But Amunet had never possessed this ability in life. It was something altogether Pierce's. Something she couldn't understand. But she knew how to navigate the darkness. Afterall, darkness was a part of her now. Moving from shadow to shadow, silently and unseen down the streets and across town, she made her way to the Ishtar residence.
Not bothering to stop outside, she made her way inside and through the house. However she was stopped by a voice calling her name from the living room. Not Pierce's, but hers.
She moved inside and emerged from the shadows. Isis sat silently on the couch, studying her.
Amunet walked calmly and regally to stand in front of her. Looking down on her, she said, "You knew I was coming."
Isis just said softly, "Yes. My Necklace tells me you have something to discuss with me."
"I do." Amunet said in a commanding voice. "Tell me why you have called us here. And tell me why you caused the meeting of souls."
Isis simply said, "Because, it is necessacery. I know you want to protect your other half from the memories of your life and death, but the time is coming when you will be unable to shield her. She will learn the truth and you will have to face your past once again."
Amunet's eyes searched the woman before her for any sign of deception, then softened a bit, finding none. "Isis. Once I served one by that name. But that was long ago and now you must serve me. You must undo what you have done and send us back to Osaka. She must not remember. I will not let her!"
Isis shook her head sadly and said, "That is beyond your control. It is her destiny to remember and until she does, she will be incomplete. You both will." Suddenly her eyes darkened and she lowered her voice to barely a whisper. "Something is coming. Something is coming and it will leave only destruction in it's wake, if it gets what it desires. You must rejoin yourself if you wish either part of you to survive. Though you keep memories from Pierce, she also keeps memories from you. Memories she doesn't deem important, but will mean all the difference...in the end."
Standing, Isis said in finality, "Now, my lady. I'm going to bed. I believe you wish to speak to my brother before you go. I suggest you do so now."
Isis turned and calmly walked out of the room and up the stairs.
Amunet stood staring after her for a few moments. *Damn her!* she cursed. *She sees things I cannot, which means she holds power over me! The only ones allowed to hold power over me are my pharaoh and the gods!* She thought about angrily stomping up the stairs, but thought better. If she had one fault, it was her pride. She knew this. She had been in a position of great power in her previous life and was not accustomed to being anything else.
With a deep breath to steady her temper, she slipped back into the shadows and made her way up to Malik's room. Appearing in his room, she was surprised to find him awake. He was laying in his bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling. His arms crossed behind his head on the pillow and the blanket pulled down to his waist, revealing his defined, tanned chest.
He started up upon seeing what appeared to be Pierce enter his room from the shadows. Sitting up in his bed, he stared in wonder at Pierce's state of dress. "Angel?" he breathed.
Amunet shook her head and realization flashed in his eyes. "Amunet!" he gasped. He had never before spoken to the priestess inside his Angel, although he assumed she could take control at will. The look in her eyes was one he had never seen before in Angel's. It was a cold, calculating stare, devoid of any concern for anyone other than herself. He had never seen such a look from her, but he had seen the look before. In Seto Kaiba's eyes. It was a look of supreme arrogance. The look of one who thought themselves greater than others. It was frightening to see it in her eyes. Even that night when he had taken her, under his father's orders, to the secret ceremony and they had preformed the ritual to awaken the High Priestess Amunet, the look in her eyes had been warm and caring. Not cold and emotionless. It was because Angel had been awake then as well and they had shared one body and one mind. This was different. He could find no trace of his Angel in these eyes.
"What is your wish, my lady?" he asked cautiously of the being before him.
She regarded him with seemingly uncaring eyes. But it was a look she had perfected in her ancient daily role as a priestess. Though her eyes remained cold and unfeeling, she herself was not.
"I have come," she said, "To instruct you. You must not allow Angel to remember. She must be kept away from those that could trigger the memories. You will keep her away from them. She may be allowed to befriend Jounouchi Katsuya, Ryou Bakura, Yuugi Motou, or Anzu Mazaki. But you will keep her away from the others. Especially the pharaoh and Seth. My own emotions run too deep with those two and I cannot trust myself, nor Angel around them. She's already beginning to remember in dreams. I have allowed myself to become too comfortable and she has accessed a memory of the fateful day that changed my future. However, it may be for the best that she remembered that. It caused her to fear Seth, though I never did. She should willingly avoid him. She also had a timid uncertainity where the pharaoh is concerned. You should have little trouble keeping her away from them. The only problem I foresee is keeping them away from her."
"What about Bakura?" Malik asked.
Amunet chuckled slightly, amusement shining in her eyes for a brief moment. "He should also pose no threat. She'll be so caught up in our hatred for him that memories will never have a chance to surface." She paused for a moment and smiled sadistically. "And I shall enjoy seeing her unleash her wrath on him as I was never able to do."
Malik bowed his head and said dutifully, "I understand. You can count on me, my lady."
Amunet smiled confidently and said, with a bit more caring in her voice, "I know how much you care for her. If you truely love her, you'll protect her from the past."
Malik didn't meet her knowing gaze and instead just nodded. "I will. I promise I'll protect her."
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(A/N) Next chapter will be several weeks later. Just letting you know beforehand. I don't feel like writing two weeks worth of words. Let's just say, Malik was true to his word. She made friends with Jounouchi, Honda, Ryou (even though he was a little hesitant at first), and Anzu. Yuugi is nice to her, but because she avoids Yami she and Yuugi never really became friends. She didn't really encounter Kaiba again because he's always busy and Malik made sure to keep her away from him. Everyone is wondering why Malik is so protective of her and so suddenly hostile to Yami again. After her week at school, she was suspended for the following week and Bakura came back, as angry, homicidal and protective of Ryou as ever.
(A/N-2) I know no one has asked, but I am going to explain how the two yamis got their own bodies. In most fics I read where the yamis have their own bodies it's never explained just HOW they got them. So, I plan to.
(A/N-3) I know!! I forgot Otogi!! I just realized it!! *sobs* I really don't want to go back and add him in, so...let's just say he's moved far far away and is never heard from again! In this fic, at least. *sobs again* How could I forget Otogi!!!??? Oh, and no. I have not forgotten about Serenity, Noa or anyone else. They just don't play a part in this. *wails uncontrolably* OTOGI!!!!! COME BACK!!!!! WAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!
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Reviews are fun! More fun than swiming the ocean just to find Pegasus' castle and burn it to the ground! Well...maybe not that fun... ^__^
lilhillbillie: Oh aren't they!? Couldn't you just hug them and squeeze them and love them allllll to death!? Pet the bunny!! ^_^ Heh, I haven't watched Yugioh in forever! I miss it because I'm in here writing! And when I start writing, I'm dead to the world! Except my world! ^__^ Heeheehee!!! You're a Yugioh junky!! Mwahahahaha!!! My plan is working perfectly! You'll never know! You'll never know!! Bwahahahahaha!!!!! Hey, I tried to get out...but I swear...it's the marshmellow! The Marshmellows!! Ahhhhh!!!!! (runs away in terror)
Kasa-chan: The Marshmellows!!!! AHHHH!!!!!!! (hiding in a corner chanting "It's the marshmellows." over and over) ^__^
Crystal Galadriel: Thank you for reviewing! Why are you pouting? Pweeze don't pout! ^__^ I like your name! (goes insane again) Crystal Galadriel shall triumph over the Marshmellow!!! (runs around the room in circles) The Marshmellows will fall before the might of CRYSTAL GALADRIEL!!!!!
*cough* Will I ever regain my sanity?
Pegasus: -_- Took her three years in therapy to say that...
Yuugi: (singsong voice) Oh, Pegasus! Where'd you go? I wanted to know which dress you liked better! The lilac or the mauve?
Pegasus: O_O Hide me! (hides behind Nika)
Nika: (laughing wildly) Hell no! (calls out) He's over here, Yuugi!!
Pegasus: O______O NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (is dragged away by Yuugi to be stuffed into a dress) @__@
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Angel Eyes
Chapter Six:
"Memories Not Forgotten and Amunet's Cold Eyes"
"Angelica! What are you doing home!?"
Pierce's mother had seen fit to come home in the middle of the day and found her daughter stretched out across the couch, watching t.v., snacking on pretzels...covered in cuts and bruises.
Her short, firey red hair bobbed up and down as she chewed out the girl before her. "You got in another fight, didn't you!? I bet you were expelled! Expelled on your first day! Only you could pull that off!"
Pierce just stuck another pretzel in her mouth and regarded her mother with a cold look. "I wasn't expelled. The school caught on fire." Ignoring the raging woman, she turned back to the t.v. "And I bet I know someone else who could manage expulsion on the first day...if it weren't for Ryou."
"And just how did you get all those cuts!? Huh? Answer me that!" he mother yelled.
Sighing, Pierce turned off the t.v. and sat up, staring her mother down. "Fine. I did get in a fight. What do you care?" She leaped over the back of the couch and made her way up to her bedroom. "I'm taking a nap, Atsuko. Don't bother me." she called back to her mother.
She could hear her mother raging down below, but knew she wouldn't come upstairs. She was too afraid of her own daughter to go against her. She pulled off her clothes and quickly changed into her nightgown. She could never stand to sleep in clothes. Flopping down on her bed she thought about the first time she had seen her parents. It was just after her grandmother's death. She had no one to take care of her, and she was only fourteen, so she was sent to live with her parents in Japan. In Egypt it had been like a dream. A wonderful dream she never wanted to end. She could remember everything as clearly as if she were still there. It was her home. There everyone respected her. Her grandmother loved her. She had friends who cared about her and called her Angel. She never had to hide her secrets from anyone there. At least, not from most people. It was common knowledge she heard voices no one else heard and saw things no one else saw. Things that gave her special knowledge. She had been born special.
Her first words had been in the ancient language of Kehmet. Her first drawings, random doodlings of a child, had been secret texts written in hiroglyphs. By the time she was five she was fluent in at least six languages and could hold her own with the most educated of scholars. And when she had demonstrated the remarkable ability to fade into shadows, the locals had begun calling her Nephthys reborn. She was respected and revered as a goddess by the people of that wonderous land.
And then she had met Malik. Even as a child she had viciously attacked any who touched her, other than her beloved grandmother. When she found her reaction to contact with him was benign, she had stayed as close to him as possible. Of course, there were times he would disappear for weeks and even months at a time, but she knew he would return. He would always return. It was after one of these absences that he had returned only to disappear again, this time taking her with him. She was eight at the time.
He took her deep into a tomb, where others waited for them. Most of what happened remained only vague blurs in her mind, but sometimes she could see flashes. Flashes of a secret ceremony. Of Malik vowing before a room full of cloaked figures that he would use the priestess to protect the pharaoh. Then vowing in secret to her, when they were alone, that he would always protect her from her past, from the pharaoh.
After that, the next thing she remembered was standing outside her house. She could hear Amy speaking inside her mind, but the words were lost to her as her grandmother appeared to pull her inside. She had been gone two full days.
After that, Malik always remained close to her. His absences never ranged more than a few days. But when her grandmother had unexpectedly died, she had to bid farewell to the land and people she loved. She had boarded the plain, she thought, never to see neither Egypt nor Malik again.
She went to live with her parents, Atsuko and Genichiro Pierceson, in Osaka. Her father was a celebrated geneticist; her mother a talented singer. But alas, they had little time for a daughter they never wanted in the first place. They never said as much, but she knew she'd been dumped on her grandmother almost the instant she was born because her parents didn't want a child. They had no idea how to take care of a now teenaged daughter with gifts they had never been made aware of. When she freely told them that Amy had made her do it, they said she was insane. When she beat up anyone who touched her, they said she was violently agressive. She only attended school for two weeks before she was forced to withdraw. Her teachers were amazed by her intelligence and quick wit, but were at a loss as to how to deal with her 'special needs'.
Then that night when she had went to bed as usual, but awoken fully dressed in the back of a police car. She honestly couldn't remember doing any of the things they accused her of. They said she had broken into an Egyptian exhibit at the local museum and smashed a stone tablet, then beaten the security guard who had tried to apprhend her. She was taken first to the police station, then to a mental hospital. They gave her nasty drugs that made her act funny and locked her in her room. She had tried not to use her power to move through shadows since she came to Japan, but finally she couldn't stand it anymore and escaped. That had been it. Her parents gave up all hope and let her do as she pleased. For some reason, the museum suddenly dropped all charges against her and she was declared mentally competent by the sanitorium. She was completely free.
Her parents soon found a new use for her though. She had the uncanny ability to play a tune simply by hearing it once. She was put to work at whatever club her mother was preforming at as her accompianst. That's when she gained a new ability, though she would never let her mother know about it. She could sing. Better than her mother, in fact, better than most.
When her father had lost his job for 'breech of ethics', a woman named Isis Ishtar had offered him a job as a guide in the museum in Domino. It was a far cry from valued scientist, but it was all he could get. So, here they moved. And now, even through the unfortunate incidents that had plagued her today, she had met several people she could like. And her childhood friend, Malik, was now back in her life. And Ra be damned, she was not going to let him go again!
Feeling tired, she allowed her eyes to close and the memories to fade away.
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*Now's my chance.* Amunet thought as she felt Pierce slip into unconsciousness. *I have to complete my tasks before she awakens. We can't have a repeat of last time.*
'Last time.' She could remember it vividly. But that was her curse. Memories. She held the memories until Pierce was ready. If she could just keep the memories away from her for long enough, then perhaps.......perhaps she could have memories of what it was like to be a normal girl in this time.
'Last time.' The last time she had taken control of their body was when she had seen through Pierce's eyes a report on a new discovery on a dig in Egypt. It was a stone detailing the life and death of an ancient priestess. Something she couldn't allow to be revealed to the world, to Pierce. So she had taken control and smashed the tablet. When the guard had tried to stop her by grabbing her arms, her old instincts surfaced and she violently attacked him. Beating him savagely. She hated reacting in that way and hated that she had passed it on to Pierce. But is was the memories. Memories of what had been done to her that made her react so violently.
Pushing away what memories she could, she rose to the surface until she could see only black. Opening her eyes, she found herself looking through Pierce's eyes. Her eyes really, though they now shared one body. She never wanted to let Pierce know that she could do this. Take over her body without her conscent.
She pushed herself into a sitting position, feeling the weight of her body a most strange sensation. It had been a long time since she had been forced to operate a physical body.
After getting control, she raised herself from the bed. Feeling Pierce stir slightly in the mental chamber that was normally Amunet's, she resolved to do this as quick as possible.
She paused before a mirror to take in her appearance. A short spaghetti-strap white silk nightgown and socks were her only clothes. It would just have to do. She looked out the bedroom window and was surprised to find it was night already. Pierce had spent so much time in contemplation, night had fallen. Glancing at a softly glowing clock she found it was almost eleven.
*Well, I better get moving.*
Not bothering to change into normal clothes for time's sake, she slipped into the shadows blanketing the room and disappeared. She could feel the familiar feeling of darkness rushing over her. This was nothing new for Pierce, who'd been doing it all her life. But Amunet had never possessed this ability in life. It was something altogether Pierce's. Something she couldn't understand. But she knew how to navigate the darkness. Afterall, darkness was a part of her now. Moving from shadow to shadow, silently and unseen down the streets and across town, she made her way to the Ishtar residence.
Not bothering to stop outside, she made her way inside and through the house. However she was stopped by a voice calling her name from the living room. Not Pierce's, but hers.
She moved inside and emerged from the shadows. Isis sat silently on the couch, studying her.
Amunet walked calmly and regally to stand in front of her. Looking down on her, she said, "You knew I was coming."
Isis just said softly, "Yes. My Necklace tells me you have something to discuss with me."
"I do." Amunet said in a commanding voice. "Tell me why you have called us here. And tell me why you caused the meeting of souls."
Isis simply said, "Because, it is necessacery. I know you want to protect your other half from the memories of your life and death, but the time is coming when you will be unable to shield her. She will learn the truth and you will have to face your past once again."
Amunet's eyes searched the woman before her for any sign of deception, then softened a bit, finding none. "Isis. Once I served one by that name. But that was long ago and now you must serve me. You must undo what you have done and send us back to Osaka. She must not remember. I will not let her!"
Isis shook her head sadly and said, "That is beyond your control. It is her destiny to remember and until she does, she will be incomplete. You both will." Suddenly her eyes darkened and she lowered her voice to barely a whisper. "Something is coming. Something is coming and it will leave only destruction in it's wake, if it gets what it desires. You must rejoin yourself if you wish either part of you to survive. Though you keep memories from Pierce, she also keeps memories from you. Memories she doesn't deem important, but will mean all the difference...in the end."
Standing, Isis said in finality, "Now, my lady. I'm going to bed. I believe you wish to speak to my brother before you go. I suggest you do so now."
Isis turned and calmly walked out of the room and up the stairs.
Amunet stood staring after her for a few moments. *Damn her!* she cursed. *She sees things I cannot, which means she holds power over me! The only ones allowed to hold power over me are my pharaoh and the gods!* She thought about angrily stomping up the stairs, but thought better. If she had one fault, it was her pride. She knew this. She had been in a position of great power in her previous life and was not accustomed to being anything else.
With a deep breath to steady her temper, she slipped back into the shadows and made her way up to Malik's room. Appearing in his room, she was surprised to find him awake. He was laying in his bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling. His arms crossed behind his head on the pillow and the blanket pulled down to his waist, revealing his defined, tanned chest.
He started up upon seeing what appeared to be Pierce enter his room from the shadows. Sitting up in his bed, he stared in wonder at Pierce's state of dress. "Angel?" he breathed.
Amunet shook her head and realization flashed in his eyes. "Amunet!" he gasped. He had never before spoken to the priestess inside his Angel, although he assumed she could take control at will. The look in her eyes was one he had never seen before in Angel's. It was a cold, calculating stare, devoid of any concern for anyone other than herself. He had never seen such a look from her, but he had seen the look before. In Seto Kaiba's eyes. It was a look of supreme arrogance. The look of one who thought themselves greater than others. It was frightening to see it in her eyes. Even that night when he had taken her, under his father's orders, to the secret ceremony and they had preformed the ritual to awaken the High Priestess Amunet, the look in her eyes had been warm and caring. Not cold and emotionless. It was because Angel had been awake then as well and they had shared one body and one mind. This was different. He could find no trace of his Angel in these eyes.
"What is your wish, my lady?" he asked cautiously of the being before him.
She regarded him with seemingly uncaring eyes. But it was a look she had perfected in her ancient daily role as a priestess. Though her eyes remained cold and unfeeling, she herself was not.
"I have come," she said, "To instruct you. You must not allow Angel to remember. She must be kept away from those that could trigger the memories. You will keep her away from them. She may be allowed to befriend Jounouchi Katsuya, Ryou Bakura, Yuugi Motou, or Anzu Mazaki. But you will keep her away from the others. Especially the pharaoh and Seth. My own emotions run too deep with those two and I cannot trust myself, nor Angel around them. She's already beginning to remember in dreams. I have allowed myself to become too comfortable and she has accessed a memory of the fateful day that changed my future. However, it may be for the best that she remembered that. It caused her to fear Seth, though I never did. She should willingly avoid him. She also had a timid uncertainity where the pharaoh is concerned. You should have little trouble keeping her away from them. The only problem I foresee is keeping them away from her."
"What about Bakura?" Malik asked.
Amunet chuckled slightly, amusement shining in her eyes for a brief moment. "He should also pose no threat. She'll be so caught up in our hatred for him that memories will never have a chance to surface." She paused for a moment and smiled sadistically. "And I shall enjoy seeing her unleash her wrath on him as I was never able to do."
Malik bowed his head and said dutifully, "I understand. You can count on me, my lady."
Amunet smiled confidently and said, with a bit more caring in her voice, "I know how much you care for her. If you truely love her, you'll protect her from the past."
Malik didn't meet her knowing gaze and instead just nodded. "I will. I promise I'll protect her."
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(A/N) Next chapter will be several weeks later. Just letting you know beforehand. I don't feel like writing two weeks worth of words. Let's just say, Malik was true to his word. She made friends with Jounouchi, Honda, Ryou (even though he was a little hesitant at first), and Anzu. Yuugi is nice to her, but because she avoids Yami she and Yuugi never really became friends. She didn't really encounter Kaiba again because he's always busy and Malik made sure to keep her away from him. Everyone is wondering why Malik is so protective of her and so suddenly hostile to Yami again. After her week at school, she was suspended for the following week and Bakura came back, as angry, homicidal and protective of Ryou as ever.
(A/N-2) I know no one has asked, but I am going to explain how the two yamis got their own bodies. In most fics I read where the yamis have their own bodies it's never explained just HOW they got them. So, I plan to.
(A/N-3) I know!! I forgot Otogi!! I just realized it!! *sobs* I really don't want to go back and add him in, so...let's just say he's moved far far away and is never heard from again! In this fic, at least. *sobs again* How could I forget Otogi!!!??? Oh, and no. I have not forgotten about Serenity, Noa or anyone else. They just don't play a part in this. *wails uncontrolably* OTOGI!!!!! COME BACK!!!!! WAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!
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lilhillbillie: Oh aren't they!? Couldn't you just hug them and squeeze them and love them allllll to death!? Pet the bunny!! ^_^ Heh, I haven't watched Yugioh in forever! I miss it because I'm in here writing! And when I start writing, I'm dead to the world! Except my world! ^__^ Heeheehee!!! You're a Yugioh junky!! Mwahahahaha!!! My plan is working perfectly! You'll never know! You'll never know!! Bwahahahahaha!!!!! Hey, I tried to get out...but I swear...it's the marshmellow! The Marshmellows!! Ahhhhh!!!!! (runs away in terror)
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*cough* Will I ever regain my sanity?