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Dark Soul: I'm baaaack! That's right! And I have another chapter here for you! My beloved fans!
Thank you so much for waiting. I know it has been a very, very, very long time since I wrote a chapter on any of my stories, but I thought I wouldn't start with this one. Happy? Hope so.
Well, I sort of left you hanging in the last chapter, but now you will know what happens. So read on! And thank you!
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Undercover
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Chapter 5
[... Yugi's POV ...]
"F-Father?"
My eyes widened and my jaw nearly dropped to the ground. There was no mistake. It was my father. I was going to run away, but the only problem was that everyone had already noticed me. In the corner of my eye, I saw Yami, who was staring at me in shock and maybe even a bit of anger.
I could feel the redness creep up on the cheeks and spread right through me. Everyone in the throne room was staring at me. You have to admit, an outburst like that is hard not to hear. Especially if it's from a litle guy who is a slave. Ok, I do call myself little. If you saw me, you would too.
"Yugi?!"
I winced. That stung. The way my father's voice projected over the whole room and seemed to be directed straight at me...although it was. But it sounded worse. Why did I have to be me right now?
I heard a calmer voice speak to me. It was Yami. I looked at him and oh did I wish that I could disappear. (a/n: maybe like Frodo when he uses the Ring of Power? Heh heh...Frodo...Frodo! I love you! ok...enough of that)
"Yugi?" Yami asked me.
I looked from him to my father. My knees were getting weak. I was either going to get of this fine; or else I was dead. I think the last was most possible.
"Yugi?" my father asked. "Is that you?"
I came out of my hiding spot behind the throne and stood staring at the ground. "Yes, father."
I could feel the tension. As I looked up to see my father, I saw that his face was going as red as a tomato. He was really mad. And he was going to take it out on me. I'd tink it be wise to cover thyne ears.
"Get down here this instant!"
I started to go down, but I felt a hand grip my arm. I looked back. Yami.
"Pharaoh?" I asked.
"This boy is my slave," Yami said calmly. "He is a peasant. Certainly not your son. You must be mistaken."
My father shook his head and approached us, shaking his finger wildly. "No. He is my son. Right Yugi?"
I had the urge to just lie and say that I wasn't. I didn't want to go back to that life. I liked where I was, even if I wasn't as all-powerful as I had been if I had accepted my place. But then again, my father was family. No matter how much I hated him, I loved him too.
I took Yami's hand and gently pried it off my arm. "I am sorry Pharaoh, but he is correct. I am his son."
Yami looked at me in even more astonishment, but he looked very disappointed as well. I walked down to my father, even so slowly, hoping that either time would speed up and I would be gone, or it would slow down so I would never have to come face to face with the one that I hated...and loved.
When a pair of feet were in my view as I stared at the ground, I looked up and stared into the piercing eyes of my father. His hair, quite different from mine, seemed to shadow the top part of his face. I knew he was staring at me, but what was he going to say?
He lifted is hand and put it under my chin and lifted my head up. Inspecting me as to make sure that I was really me, which I'm sure he was, he looked over my face and looked up and down at me before he came to a conclusion.
"What did you think you were doing?!"
Told you.
"Escaping the palace? And letting the Pharaoh make you a slave?! If you had not done this on your own, there would be much conflict between Egypt and our country!" he hissed at me, making sure that no one but us could hear.
I winced as my father grabbed my shoulder and flung me over to a few of his own guards who were with him. I knew I was being dragged away, I could feel it in my heart. What had I done? I had not only upset Yami, but my father was more upset now. Who knew what he was going to do to me?
I tried not to listen to what Yami and my father were talking about. Probably trying to straighten things out. In the end, where I had nearly fallen asleep, I saw my father and Yami shake hands. My father ordered his guards to take me away.
"No!" I cried. "Please father! I don't want-"
"Be silent!" my father yelled at me. "You shall be punished for your actions Yugi! Never has there been such disgrace to our royal family. You should be ashamed."
I saw Yami turn around and look at me. My heart was torn in two at that very moment. He looked so sad and so angry. His beautiful eyes were no longer shimmering like I had remembered. And all because of me. I lost that part of my soul. He was a part of it. What had I done?
I was forced to walk out of the palace with no arguing. Of course, that didn't mean that I didn't try to fight back. Oh, I swung my arms and I kicked my legs, screaming like they were going to kill me. But they were doing something worse. Taking me back. Before the doors were closed behind me, I turned back again, seeing Joey in the back, obviously wanting to come and get me, but Seto had his hand on his shoulder so all Joey could do was stare at me as I was being lead away. Crimson eyes were watching still. Why did it die? The colour of Yami's eyes were of blood. The bleeding of his heart.
[. Yami's POV .]
Plucking a grape from a smooth silver plate, I pinched it between my fingers and waited and watched as the juices slowly seeped out and trickled down my finger. I stared at the squished grape and threw it back onto the plate. Picking up another, I rolled it in my palm and admired the softness. The softness of lips. The softness of Yugi's sweet lips.
I felt myself quivering and the grape was squished. I raised my hands to my face and felt a wetness touch my palms. Was I crying? I had not done that for...
I took away my hand and stared at the clear liquid.
"I've never cried before."
Suddenly, there was a loud sound and the great walls to the throne room opened. I looked to see who would come at a time like this and sat up straight, knowing that I wanted no one to see me like this.
As soon as the person walked through the door, I sighed.
"Not so glad to see me, your highness?"
Seto approached me wearing his usual robes and oddly enough he look particularly happy. I knew something was going on. He was never excited unless there was a trial of some sort or his expertise was needed.
I took a deep breath and tried to remain in a calm stature. Seto bowed before me and then looked up at me, his eye shimmering with delight.
"Good morning Pharaoh! Have a good rest I do hope?"
"Why are you so blissful?" I asked sighing again.
Seto raised an eyebrow. "I believe you did not...?"
I raised a hand. "Never mind it. I am sure you have your duties to go to, don't you?"
I turned my head not to look at the High Priest, but I heard him walk up to me and I saw his shadow beside my seat. I tried to ignore him, but he coughed as to get my attention. I turned my head and looked up at him.
"Can I help you Seto?"
"You seem troubled my Pharaoh."
"Do I?"
"Yes. It does not have to do with the young slave, Yugi. Does it?"
"..."
"I knew it."
I growled at him and stood up. "It's none of your business Seto. He was my slave and nothing more."
Seto sighed. "And he was a prince...how very odd for someone of royalty to come to a city and become a slave."
I tried not to listen to Seto and what he had to say. All of what he was saying was true, but I didn't want to hear of it. I knew the story, but I didn't want to be told it over and over again.
I turned to Seto and put on a more serious face. "There's nothing that can be done. I must return to my duties. You may leave."
For a few moments, Seto just stood there. I believe he was studying my face, trying to see what I was thinking. I gave him another look and he got the point.
"I leave you then my Pharaoh. Do have a good day," Seto said as he backed up, bowed and left the room.
I sat down in my throne chair once again and rummaged through a pocket. I felt something cool touch my finger tips. I pulled out the object and it dangled before my eyes, shimmering like the blazing sun. It was Yugi's gold necklace. I gripped it tightly in my hand, closed my eyes and held it close to my heart.
"My dear Yugi, I will get you back. No matter what."
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Sorry that it was pretty short. But I will have the next chapter up soon and I am sure that you can't wait for that...so maybe I should get to work on it? Ready...set...go! Ok...maybe not right now, but very soon!
I will tell you that the next chapter will be interesting. Maybe a few more characters added? Heh heh. Who knows...you may know these people. Personally, they're my favourite! Till next time!
Dark Soul: I'm baaaack! That's right! And I have another chapter here for you! My beloved fans!
Thank you so much for waiting. I know it has been a very, very, very long time since I wrote a chapter on any of my stories, but I thought I wouldn't start with this one. Happy? Hope so.
Well, I sort of left you hanging in the last chapter, but now you will know what happens. So read on! And thank you!
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Undercover
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Chapter 5
[... Yugi's POV ...]
"F-Father?"
My eyes widened and my jaw nearly dropped to the ground. There was no mistake. It was my father. I was going to run away, but the only problem was that everyone had already noticed me. In the corner of my eye, I saw Yami, who was staring at me in shock and maybe even a bit of anger.
I could feel the redness creep up on the cheeks and spread right through me. Everyone in the throne room was staring at me. You have to admit, an outburst like that is hard not to hear. Especially if it's from a litle guy who is a slave. Ok, I do call myself little. If you saw me, you would too.
"Yugi?!"
I winced. That stung. The way my father's voice projected over the whole room and seemed to be directed straight at me...although it was. But it sounded worse. Why did I have to be me right now?
I heard a calmer voice speak to me. It was Yami. I looked at him and oh did I wish that I could disappear. (a/n: maybe like Frodo when he uses the Ring of Power? Heh heh...Frodo...Frodo! I love you! ok...enough of that)
"Yugi?" Yami asked me.
I looked from him to my father. My knees were getting weak. I was either going to get of this fine; or else I was dead. I think the last was most possible.
"Yugi?" my father asked. "Is that you?"
I came out of my hiding spot behind the throne and stood staring at the ground. "Yes, father."
I could feel the tension. As I looked up to see my father, I saw that his face was going as red as a tomato. He was really mad. And he was going to take it out on me. I'd tink it be wise to cover thyne ears.
"Get down here this instant!"
I started to go down, but I felt a hand grip my arm. I looked back. Yami.
"Pharaoh?" I asked.
"This boy is my slave," Yami said calmly. "He is a peasant. Certainly not your son. You must be mistaken."
My father shook his head and approached us, shaking his finger wildly. "No. He is my son. Right Yugi?"
I had the urge to just lie and say that I wasn't. I didn't want to go back to that life. I liked where I was, even if I wasn't as all-powerful as I had been if I had accepted my place. But then again, my father was family. No matter how much I hated him, I loved him too.
I took Yami's hand and gently pried it off my arm. "I am sorry Pharaoh, but he is correct. I am his son."
Yami looked at me in even more astonishment, but he looked very disappointed as well. I walked down to my father, even so slowly, hoping that either time would speed up and I would be gone, or it would slow down so I would never have to come face to face with the one that I hated...and loved.
When a pair of feet were in my view as I stared at the ground, I looked up and stared into the piercing eyes of my father. His hair, quite different from mine, seemed to shadow the top part of his face. I knew he was staring at me, but what was he going to say?
He lifted is hand and put it under my chin and lifted my head up. Inspecting me as to make sure that I was really me, which I'm sure he was, he looked over my face and looked up and down at me before he came to a conclusion.
"What did you think you were doing?!"
Told you.
"Escaping the palace? And letting the Pharaoh make you a slave?! If you had not done this on your own, there would be much conflict between Egypt and our country!" he hissed at me, making sure that no one but us could hear.
I winced as my father grabbed my shoulder and flung me over to a few of his own guards who were with him. I knew I was being dragged away, I could feel it in my heart. What had I done? I had not only upset Yami, but my father was more upset now. Who knew what he was going to do to me?
I tried not to listen to what Yami and my father were talking about. Probably trying to straighten things out. In the end, where I had nearly fallen asleep, I saw my father and Yami shake hands. My father ordered his guards to take me away.
"No!" I cried. "Please father! I don't want-"
"Be silent!" my father yelled at me. "You shall be punished for your actions Yugi! Never has there been such disgrace to our royal family. You should be ashamed."
I saw Yami turn around and look at me. My heart was torn in two at that very moment. He looked so sad and so angry. His beautiful eyes were no longer shimmering like I had remembered. And all because of me. I lost that part of my soul. He was a part of it. What had I done?
I was forced to walk out of the palace with no arguing. Of course, that didn't mean that I didn't try to fight back. Oh, I swung my arms and I kicked my legs, screaming like they were going to kill me. But they were doing something worse. Taking me back. Before the doors were closed behind me, I turned back again, seeing Joey in the back, obviously wanting to come and get me, but Seto had his hand on his shoulder so all Joey could do was stare at me as I was being lead away. Crimson eyes were watching still. Why did it die? The colour of Yami's eyes were of blood. The bleeding of his heart.
[. Yami's POV .]
Plucking a grape from a smooth silver plate, I pinched it between my fingers and waited and watched as the juices slowly seeped out and trickled down my finger. I stared at the squished grape and threw it back onto the plate. Picking up another, I rolled it in my palm and admired the softness. The softness of lips. The softness of Yugi's sweet lips.
I felt myself quivering and the grape was squished. I raised my hands to my face and felt a wetness touch my palms. Was I crying? I had not done that for...
I took away my hand and stared at the clear liquid.
"I've never cried before."
Suddenly, there was a loud sound and the great walls to the throne room opened. I looked to see who would come at a time like this and sat up straight, knowing that I wanted no one to see me like this.
As soon as the person walked through the door, I sighed.
"Not so glad to see me, your highness?"
Seto approached me wearing his usual robes and oddly enough he look particularly happy. I knew something was going on. He was never excited unless there was a trial of some sort or his expertise was needed.
I took a deep breath and tried to remain in a calm stature. Seto bowed before me and then looked up at me, his eye shimmering with delight.
"Good morning Pharaoh! Have a good rest I do hope?"
"Why are you so blissful?" I asked sighing again.
Seto raised an eyebrow. "I believe you did not...?"
I raised a hand. "Never mind it. I am sure you have your duties to go to, don't you?"
I turned my head not to look at the High Priest, but I heard him walk up to me and I saw his shadow beside my seat. I tried to ignore him, but he coughed as to get my attention. I turned my head and looked up at him.
"Can I help you Seto?"
"You seem troubled my Pharaoh."
"Do I?"
"Yes. It does not have to do with the young slave, Yugi. Does it?"
"..."
"I knew it."
I growled at him and stood up. "It's none of your business Seto. He was my slave and nothing more."
Seto sighed. "And he was a prince...how very odd for someone of royalty to come to a city and become a slave."
I tried not to listen to Seto and what he had to say. All of what he was saying was true, but I didn't want to hear of it. I knew the story, but I didn't want to be told it over and over again.
I turned to Seto and put on a more serious face. "There's nothing that can be done. I must return to my duties. You may leave."
For a few moments, Seto just stood there. I believe he was studying my face, trying to see what I was thinking. I gave him another look and he got the point.
"I leave you then my Pharaoh. Do have a good day," Seto said as he backed up, bowed and left the room.
I sat down in my throne chair once again and rummaged through a pocket. I felt something cool touch my finger tips. I pulled out the object and it dangled before my eyes, shimmering like the blazing sun. It was Yugi's gold necklace. I gripped it tightly in my hand, closed my eyes and held it close to my heart.
"My dear Yugi, I will get you back. No matter what."
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Sorry that it was pretty short. But I will have the next chapter up soon and I am sure that you can't wait for that...so maybe I should get to work on it? Ready...set...go! Ok...maybe not right now, but very soon!
I will tell you that the next chapter will be interesting. Maybe a few more characters added? Heh heh. Who knows...you may know these people. Personally, they're my favourite! Till next time!