Kaira-chan: And were back, to give you another chapter of The Childhood of a Pharaoh.
Chibi Kaira(Lets call her Kyla from now on, ok?): Yay!! Kaira-oneesan (Older Sister) Is the greatest ^-^
Pharaoh Yami: No she's not T-T She abuses me! What did I ever do to her?
Kaira-chan: You'll be happy to know that this chapter has no Yami abuse...yet.
Pharaoh Yami: Hurray!! ^__^
Kyla: Kywa-chan no own Yu-Gi-Oh. She neva will! *Crys* But, she do own Nabooru, Anuba and Eshe ^___^
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Gods and Goddess' used in this chapter:
Atum: Evening aspect of the Sun God Ra.
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"What should we do?" Nabooru asked.
"He's the prince, apparently, so they'll come back for him, right?" Anuba asked.
"If we're caught taking care of him, they might kill us, or torture us. I've never seen a father that cruel to his son," Eshe said to the two nine year olds sitting around her.
Anuba looked out the window. "It's getting late. I have to return home before Atum makes the sky go black."
Nabooru and Eshe nodded. Anuba got up and began to leave. "Will you come back tomorrow?" Nabooru asked.
"Un, ((Japanese for Uh huh))" And with that, the small, black haired boy left.
"We better get him somewhere to sleep," Eshe said, looking back to the young prince.
"But mama, we barley have anywhere to sleep ourselves. There is no where for him to sleep. Besides, he's the prince, he's gotten to sleep on a soft bed all his life. He can sleep on the floor!" Nabooru complained.
"At least lets get him out of the food, ok?" Eshe sighed.
The next day, Nabooru awoke to see the sun already risen. "No! I slept in!" She cried in disbelief. She ran over to a bowl filled with water, and looked at her reflection. She looked terrible. She quickly washed her face with the water, ran a wooden, home-made comb through her long black hair, and ran to the kitchen to see if she could help her mother with anything.
In her haste, she didn't see the bundle of clothing laying in her way. She caught her foot on it, and went flying onto her face.
"What was that?" She wondered to herself, crawling over to it. She moved a piece of fabric, to revile the future Pharaoh.
"Hey, hey you," She said, shaking him. She didn't want to call him Yami, for fear that whatever God had kept her, her family and possessions and Anuba from being destroyed would lose his or her patience. She also refused to call him Yabu, for that wasn't his true name. "Hey you, wake up!" She called angrily.
She gave up and ran to the kitchen.
"Nabooru honey, watch out for the boy. He lays in the middle of the hall, under many clothes. You wouldn't believe how the poor little thing was shivering last night."
Nabooru stared at her mother. "Now you tell me," was all she said, as she began to pick up some food. "He wouldn't wake up Mama. I shook him, and tripped over him, and still he wouldn't wake up. I even yelled at him. Is something wrong with him?"
Her mother smiled down at her. "Remember when I worked for those injured in combat?" She asked. Nabooru nodded. "Many with head injuries, they didn't wake up right away, some never did." She stopped when she saw her daughter look shocked at the prospect of having the Young Pharaoh asleep in her house forever. "Don't worry dear, I'm sure he'll awaken soon. It all depends on the strength of the individual, and I have the feeling, he is strong indeed."
Nabooru nodded, and continued to work.
Yami opened his eyes a slit, then quickly closed them. His head hurt, and all the light made it throb all the more. He braced himself, then opened them again. He looked around.
A homely house, made out of clay. 'Where am I?" He thought, before closing his eyes again. Maybe he could shut out the pain, if he shut his eyes.
"Hello Nabooru. I'm done my chores. Can you come out and play?" Anuba asked, appearing at her door.
Nabooru looked at Eshe, who nodded. "Yeah!" She grinned cheerfully, running to the door.
"Where's _He_" Anuba asked. Apparently he had the same fear as Nabooru.
"He's asleep, he won't wake up."
"Lazy thing. He might have been able to laze about in the palace, but this is the _Real_ world, he has to work like everyone else," Anuba complained.
"I - I don't think it's as simple as that," Nabooru said quietly. Anuba stared at her, then they went outside to play with the other children of the village.
Yami opened his eyes again. The Close-Your-Eyes-and-the-pain-can't-find you technique was failing horribly. He sat up swiftly. Dizziness over came him and he fell back onto the soft cloth and sand.
"Slowly, slowly," He muttered, sitting up slowly. Another wave of dizziness washed over him, but it was less this time, and he managed to stay up.
He stood up, bracing himself against the clay wall.
He walked towards the voices. Whose voices? He couldn't tell.
Then he walked into a room. There was a beautiful woman, talking to some man. He didn't recognize either of them.
"But Eshe, if you keep him here, there's no telling what could happen," The man said.
"What do you want me to do? Send him back to that Pharaoh? You should have seen him last night, it was like he cared nothing for the boy!" The woman, who Yami figured must be Eshe, argued.
'Who are they talking about? Me? Why would they talk about me?' Yami said, just before being over come by another tidal wave of dizziness. He leaned heavily against the wall before he regained his balance.
"You're much to kind, Eshe! I don't want that _boy_ out playing with my children. I don't want him influencing them!" The man yelled.
"Sir, I don't see what you're so worked up about. He's only a boy after all," Eshe said kindly.
"I don't care! You keep him away from my children," The man growled, storming out the door.
'Huh? Who are they talking about? Why can't some boy play with his children?' Yami wondered silently.
Eshe sat down heavily on the floor, her hands on her head. 'She looks so sad. I wonder what's the matter?' He thought. He briefly considered going over to her, but then decided against it. He didn't want to get in trouble.
'Why would I get in trouble?' He thought to himself. Only to answer himself. 'Because, you just will. She'll yell, and then she might hit you.'
'Hit me? She doesn't look like the type to hit someone.'
'Trust me. She'll hit you. Everyone seems to do that.'
Yami nodded, and snuck out the door without her noticing.
Yami looked around. There was no one in sight, though he could here laughter, and high screeches coming from not far off.
'Yay! Kids! Now I can play!' Yami thought joyfully, beginning to run. As yet another wave of dizziness over took him, he decided it was a bad idea. A very, very bad idea.
He walked. The voices were getting louder. He smiled inwardly. 'I was so bored there, all alone!' He smiled. He broke into a run. 'Maybe I can outrun the dizziness,' He thought, and ran the rest of the way there. He collapsed, on the outskirts of the playing area, and some kids stopped and looked at him.
A young boy with blond hair ran up to him.
"Are you OK?" He asked, taking Yami's arm, and helping him to his feet.
"I'm really dizzy," Yami muttered shyly.
"You must have gotten hit in the head really hard. You bleeding alittle, and when I get hit in the head playing ball or something, I get really dizzy too," The boy grinned.
"Really? You think that's what happened to me?" Yami asked.
"You mean you don't remember?"
"Nu-uh," Yami shook his head violently, then regretted it as he fell forward into the boys arms.
"Are you really OK?"
"Yeah, just really dizzy," Yami smiled, pushed himself up, and grinned at the boy.
The boy smiled. "My name is Jonouchi, what's yours?" He asked.
"My name is..." Yami thought. And thought. "I...I don't remember it."
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Kaira-chan: My longest chappy yet, at 1052 words ^-^ Hurrah.
Kyla: We gots bad news U.U
Pharaoh Yami: Kaira-chan's grounded for a week, for failing social studies. So she'll only be updating when her mom doesn't know, and when she's at school.
Kaira-chan: Sorry...
Pharaoh Yami: Please read and review...while I severely punish the failure.
Kaira-chan: Eep O_o
Chibi Kaira(Lets call her Kyla from now on, ok?): Yay!! Kaira-oneesan (Older Sister) Is the greatest ^-^
Pharaoh Yami: No she's not T-T She abuses me! What did I ever do to her?
Kaira-chan: You'll be happy to know that this chapter has no Yami abuse...yet.
Pharaoh Yami: Hurray!! ^__^
Kyla: Kywa-chan no own Yu-Gi-Oh. She neva will! *Crys* But, she do own Nabooru, Anuba and Eshe ^___^
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Gods and Goddess' used in this chapter:
Atum: Evening aspect of the Sun God Ra.
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"What should we do?" Nabooru asked.
"He's the prince, apparently, so they'll come back for him, right?" Anuba asked.
"If we're caught taking care of him, they might kill us, or torture us. I've never seen a father that cruel to his son," Eshe said to the two nine year olds sitting around her.
Anuba looked out the window. "It's getting late. I have to return home before Atum makes the sky go black."
Nabooru and Eshe nodded. Anuba got up and began to leave. "Will you come back tomorrow?" Nabooru asked.
"Un, ((Japanese for Uh huh))" And with that, the small, black haired boy left.
"We better get him somewhere to sleep," Eshe said, looking back to the young prince.
"But mama, we barley have anywhere to sleep ourselves. There is no where for him to sleep. Besides, he's the prince, he's gotten to sleep on a soft bed all his life. He can sleep on the floor!" Nabooru complained.
"At least lets get him out of the food, ok?" Eshe sighed.
The next day, Nabooru awoke to see the sun already risen. "No! I slept in!" She cried in disbelief. She ran over to a bowl filled with water, and looked at her reflection. She looked terrible. She quickly washed her face with the water, ran a wooden, home-made comb through her long black hair, and ran to the kitchen to see if she could help her mother with anything.
In her haste, she didn't see the bundle of clothing laying in her way. She caught her foot on it, and went flying onto her face.
"What was that?" She wondered to herself, crawling over to it. She moved a piece of fabric, to revile the future Pharaoh.
"Hey, hey you," She said, shaking him. She didn't want to call him Yami, for fear that whatever God had kept her, her family and possessions and Anuba from being destroyed would lose his or her patience. She also refused to call him Yabu, for that wasn't his true name. "Hey you, wake up!" She called angrily.
She gave up and ran to the kitchen.
"Nabooru honey, watch out for the boy. He lays in the middle of the hall, under many clothes. You wouldn't believe how the poor little thing was shivering last night."
Nabooru stared at her mother. "Now you tell me," was all she said, as she began to pick up some food. "He wouldn't wake up Mama. I shook him, and tripped over him, and still he wouldn't wake up. I even yelled at him. Is something wrong with him?"
Her mother smiled down at her. "Remember when I worked for those injured in combat?" She asked. Nabooru nodded. "Many with head injuries, they didn't wake up right away, some never did." She stopped when she saw her daughter look shocked at the prospect of having the Young Pharaoh asleep in her house forever. "Don't worry dear, I'm sure he'll awaken soon. It all depends on the strength of the individual, and I have the feeling, he is strong indeed."
Nabooru nodded, and continued to work.
Yami opened his eyes a slit, then quickly closed them. His head hurt, and all the light made it throb all the more. He braced himself, then opened them again. He looked around.
A homely house, made out of clay. 'Where am I?" He thought, before closing his eyes again. Maybe he could shut out the pain, if he shut his eyes.
"Hello Nabooru. I'm done my chores. Can you come out and play?" Anuba asked, appearing at her door.
Nabooru looked at Eshe, who nodded. "Yeah!" She grinned cheerfully, running to the door.
"Where's _He_" Anuba asked. Apparently he had the same fear as Nabooru.
"He's asleep, he won't wake up."
"Lazy thing. He might have been able to laze about in the palace, but this is the _Real_ world, he has to work like everyone else," Anuba complained.
"I - I don't think it's as simple as that," Nabooru said quietly. Anuba stared at her, then they went outside to play with the other children of the village.
Yami opened his eyes again. The Close-Your-Eyes-and-the-pain-can't-find you technique was failing horribly. He sat up swiftly. Dizziness over came him and he fell back onto the soft cloth and sand.
"Slowly, slowly," He muttered, sitting up slowly. Another wave of dizziness washed over him, but it was less this time, and he managed to stay up.
He stood up, bracing himself against the clay wall.
He walked towards the voices. Whose voices? He couldn't tell.
Then he walked into a room. There was a beautiful woman, talking to some man. He didn't recognize either of them.
"But Eshe, if you keep him here, there's no telling what could happen," The man said.
"What do you want me to do? Send him back to that Pharaoh? You should have seen him last night, it was like he cared nothing for the boy!" The woman, who Yami figured must be Eshe, argued.
'Who are they talking about? Me? Why would they talk about me?' Yami said, just before being over come by another tidal wave of dizziness. He leaned heavily against the wall before he regained his balance.
"You're much to kind, Eshe! I don't want that _boy_ out playing with my children. I don't want him influencing them!" The man yelled.
"Sir, I don't see what you're so worked up about. He's only a boy after all," Eshe said kindly.
"I don't care! You keep him away from my children," The man growled, storming out the door.
'Huh? Who are they talking about? Why can't some boy play with his children?' Yami wondered silently.
Eshe sat down heavily on the floor, her hands on her head. 'She looks so sad. I wonder what's the matter?' He thought. He briefly considered going over to her, but then decided against it. He didn't want to get in trouble.
'Why would I get in trouble?' He thought to himself. Only to answer himself. 'Because, you just will. She'll yell, and then she might hit you.'
'Hit me? She doesn't look like the type to hit someone.'
'Trust me. She'll hit you. Everyone seems to do that.'
Yami nodded, and snuck out the door without her noticing.
Yami looked around. There was no one in sight, though he could here laughter, and high screeches coming from not far off.
'Yay! Kids! Now I can play!' Yami thought joyfully, beginning to run. As yet another wave of dizziness over took him, he decided it was a bad idea. A very, very bad idea.
He walked. The voices were getting louder. He smiled inwardly. 'I was so bored there, all alone!' He smiled. He broke into a run. 'Maybe I can outrun the dizziness,' He thought, and ran the rest of the way there. He collapsed, on the outskirts of the playing area, and some kids stopped and looked at him.
A young boy with blond hair ran up to him.
"Are you OK?" He asked, taking Yami's arm, and helping him to his feet.
"I'm really dizzy," Yami muttered shyly.
"You must have gotten hit in the head really hard. You bleeding alittle, and when I get hit in the head playing ball or something, I get really dizzy too," The boy grinned.
"Really? You think that's what happened to me?" Yami asked.
"You mean you don't remember?"
"Nu-uh," Yami shook his head violently, then regretted it as he fell forward into the boys arms.
"Are you really OK?"
"Yeah, just really dizzy," Yami smiled, pushed himself up, and grinned at the boy.
The boy smiled. "My name is Jonouchi, what's yours?" He asked.
"My name is..." Yami thought. And thought. "I...I don't remember it."
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Kaira-chan: My longest chappy yet, at 1052 words ^-^ Hurrah.
Kyla: We gots bad news U.U
Pharaoh Yami: Kaira-chan's grounded for a week, for failing social studies. So she'll only be updating when her mom doesn't know, and when she's at school.
Kaira-chan: Sorry...
Pharaoh Yami: Please read and review...while I severely punish the failure.
Kaira-chan: Eep O_o
