PP: It's me again!!! And I've started a new story!!!
YPP: You didn't even finish Oh the horror of it all!!!
PP: You're the one who's been nagging me!
YPP: Oh. you're writing my story? That's so sweet!
PP: Save the chit-chat and do the damn disclaimer.
YPP: As much as she hates to say it though, Yu-Go-Oh is not hers, although, Yami Phire Phoenix, Zuzumea/Phire Phoenix, Sorella, and any other characters that may seem unfamiliar to the greatest of Yu-Gi-Oh fans, and the millenium pen are hers. Technically, the millenium mirror is hers too, but Chibi Dragon stole the copyrights...
PP: *sniff* YEAH!!! SOME FRIEND YOU ARE!!!
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A/N: Asophyre in Chibi Dragon's story is Phire Phoenix in this one. This is more serious than any of my other fictions.
Yami is the spirit that resides in the millenium item, and Hikari is the real person.
//Zuzumea's thoughts in her dream//
/Yami talking to Hikari/
~* Start/end of the dream*~
Zuzumea lay back on her bed and stared at the ceiling. Huge posters of Egyptian gods jumped out at her, hurting her eyes. She turned her head and looked towards her computer. She hasn't touched it for a week now, a miracle for her. Sighing, she got up, and sat down behind her desk, taking out her journal. As she reached for the silver pen hanging off as a pendant around her neck, a golden aura surrounded it and a look-a-like appeared on the bed.
"Hi, Yami." Zuzumea acknowledged the spirit's presence with a nod. The other girl, who, although looked like a twin, appeared much older. She put a caring hand on her Hikari's arm. "Are you ok, Phire Phoenix?" She asked worriedly.
"Fine" Zuzumea replied, smiling at her nickname. She unscrewed the silver pen and placed it above a piece of paper, all the while looking at the pattern. There was a ring of tiny upside down pyramids around the top of the lid and the middle of the pen. In the centre of each of these pyramids was a scary-looking eye. The nib of this pen was black, as was the ink, which magically, never ran out.
A hand nudged the pen away. Zuzumea looked up to see her Yami standing behind her, shaking her head. "You know as well as I do that knowing too much of the future is not a good thing." Zuzumea scowled and glanced out her window at the rain lashing against it. Every house on her street in Domino city looked grey and unpromising. She sighed again.
"Yes Yami, I am well aware of that. However, tomorrow IS my first day of school here, and I am very anxious about it. Suppose I don't fit in? Suppose they didn't like me? What then" The younger girl asked, imploring at her Yami.
"I already told you that there are two other millenium item-bearers in this neighbourhood. One of them is the reincarnated king. In my time, he was gentle, and caring. I'm sure he'd been happy to help you. All of the spirits in the millenium items have the honor of bearing his name, Yami."
Zuzumea grinned and turned to her friend. "Tell me, Yami Phire Phoenix." She said, "tell me what it was like in your time. Tell me how you lived, how the cultures were, everything."
Her Yami laughed, a pretty tinkling sound. "Oh I don't know about everything, little miss, but I can tell you about the pharaoh." A dreamy expression came over her face as she recalled those sacred times, three thousand years ago, when she'd been serving under the respected pharaoh, Yami the Second. "Perhaps it would be easier for me and for you to imagine it if I was in my old get-up." She suggested.
With a snap of her fingers, her clothes changed. She'd been wearing her Hikair's outfit: Jeans and Tanktop. But now she was wearing a hairband with the colours gold and silver weaved in criss-crosses. A top made of satin the colour of sand, with only one thick strap, and the edge embroidered in navy. A ruby embedded on a starp of leather served as belt for the skirt that covered her feet, the same colour as the top. Three golden bracelets tinkled on each of her hands, and the silver millenium pen was more visible than ever.
Grinning at the stunned look on Zuzumea's face, Yami stood up and swept her the finest bow she had. Then she sat back down and began her narrative:
"Long before anything modern was invented, long before TVs, cars, computers, radios, any of that stuff, and long before you were born, there lived a great pharaoh. Three millenia ago, the country of Egypt was ruled by a loving king, Yami the Second. His hair the colour of the sun, of blood and of darkness, he dominated with kindness and respect. Anyone in the palace, anyone lucky enough to serve him died happy."
She makes him sound like god, Zuzumea mused, but did not say anything. She was enraptured. She simply waited for her to continue her speech of this young man.
"I happen to be one of those." Yami Phire Phoenix sighed gladly. "I remember that day well, but it is too beautiful to be captured by words. Let me show you."
She closed her eyes and touched upon Zuzumea's forehead. Nothing happened. The Hikari looked at her questioningly, but she just laughed, and waved it away. An instant later, the Yami had vanished. Zuzumea shrugged annoyed, but inwardly she thought: "Cruel, leaving me hanging like this."
She got into bed and drifted off to an eventful sleep, for that night, she dreamt. She dreamt of Phire Phoenix, her Yami's time.
~* "Hey Asophyre! There's a young man here to see you!" A girl called. She looked about 10. //Asophyre? Who's that?// A second girl came flying down the stairs. "Coming!" She shouted. There was something familiar about that girl. Black hair tied back in a ponytail, a satin top with a belt and a skirt the colour of sand. //Phire Phoenix!!! I get it, that must be a nickname. Asophyre is her real name!!//
"Hey Sorella, do you have any idea who it is?" Asophyre asked. The little girl shook her head and gestured towards the door. Asophyre smoothed out her skirt and opened it. Before her stood a palace guard. His skin tanned by the grazing sun, he held a scroll bearing the royal seal. Asophyre's attention was diverted from his deep-blue eyes when he began to red from the scroll.
"His royalty, Pharaoh Yami the Second requests Asophyre of the Emika Clan's presence immediately. This matter is of utmost urgency, and it is decreed that you move as swiftly as possible." The soldier finished and looked at her. Asophyre was standing there, dumbstruck, with her mouth open. She shook herself and nodded, then she dashed around the room, trying to find a comb. Five minutes later, she appeared again, panting, and her eyes gleaming. //Wow, I've never seen Phire Phoenix, I mean, Asophyre, so excited before!//
Asophyre followed the guard out. They found their way through the thick crowd, all hurrying to the market. An instant later, they arrived at the palace. The guard instructed her to wait, while he went in to report. //That is one amazing palace!// The guard returned, and showed her inside.
The hall was lit with torches mounted on angel brackets. Large posts were painted with hierogrlyphics that tell of pharaohs gone by. A red carpet was spread till the end of the hall, where great brass doors opened to reveal a most magnificent throne room. Two slave girls stood on either side of the throne, which seemed to be made of pure gold, studded with sapphires, aquamarines, emeralds, diamonds, and the likes. Upon it sat a young man.
Asophyre gasped. It was Yami! His unruly tri-coloured hair stood out as he glanced around the room, in a dignified manner. Noticing her, he waved the guard and the slaves away, and motioned for her to come closer.
Slowly, hardly daring to believe her eyes, she advanced, until she was mere paces away from him. She knelt down in front of him, and murmured: "Hail to the great Pharaoh, Yami the Second."
An alarm sounded somewhere. With a start, Zuzumea bounded out of bed. She rubbed her eyes and stared at the alarm clock. "WHAT???" She yelled into the silence. "It can't be seven o'clock already!!! That only felt like ten minutes!!! (A/N: My impatience of writing a lot at a time... : P)" Her Yami appeared and smiled. "Hurry along now, kiddo, school!" With a grumble, Zuzumea got out of bed. "See ya later, Asophyre!" She called as she left the house, and her Yami disappeared into the pen again.
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PP: SEE!!! Why can't YOU be this nice to me? You know, be friends and stuff? Why can't YOU be caring, like all the other Yamis!!!
YPP: There are two kinds of Yamis.The goody-two-shoe kind, and the evil kind. I'm an evil type, and so's Bakura.
PP: Oh great, so now I'm stuck with a Yami who wants to take over the world?
YPP: Not necessarily the world, just the Net!!
PP: *groan*
YPP: You didn't even finish Oh the horror of it all!!!
PP: You're the one who's been nagging me!
YPP: Oh. you're writing my story? That's so sweet!
PP: Save the chit-chat and do the damn disclaimer.
YPP: As much as she hates to say it though, Yu-Go-Oh is not hers, although, Yami Phire Phoenix, Zuzumea/Phire Phoenix, Sorella, and any other characters that may seem unfamiliar to the greatest of Yu-Gi-Oh fans, and the millenium pen are hers. Technically, the millenium mirror is hers too, but Chibi Dragon stole the copyrights...
PP: *sniff* YEAH!!! SOME FRIEND YOU ARE!!!
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A/N: Asophyre in Chibi Dragon's story is Phire Phoenix in this one. This is more serious than any of my other fictions.
Yami is the spirit that resides in the millenium item, and Hikari is the real person.
//Zuzumea's thoughts in her dream//
/Yami talking to Hikari/
~* Start/end of the dream*~
Zuzumea lay back on her bed and stared at the ceiling. Huge posters of Egyptian gods jumped out at her, hurting her eyes. She turned her head and looked towards her computer. She hasn't touched it for a week now, a miracle for her. Sighing, she got up, and sat down behind her desk, taking out her journal. As she reached for the silver pen hanging off as a pendant around her neck, a golden aura surrounded it and a look-a-like appeared on the bed.
"Hi, Yami." Zuzumea acknowledged the spirit's presence with a nod. The other girl, who, although looked like a twin, appeared much older. She put a caring hand on her Hikari's arm. "Are you ok, Phire Phoenix?" She asked worriedly.
"Fine" Zuzumea replied, smiling at her nickname. She unscrewed the silver pen and placed it above a piece of paper, all the while looking at the pattern. There was a ring of tiny upside down pyramids around the top of the lid and the middle of the pen. In the centre of each of these pyramids was a scary-looking eye. The nib of this pen was black, as was the ink, which magically, never ran out.
A hand nudged the pen away. Zuzumea looked up to see her Yami standing behind her, shaking her head. "You know as well as I do that knowing too much of the future is not a good thing." Zuzumea scowled and glanced out her window at the rain lashing against it. Every house on her street in Domino city looked grey and unpromising. She sighed again.
"Yes Yami, I am well aware of that. However, tomorrow IS my first day of school here, and I am very anxious about it. Suppose I don't fit in? Suppose they didn't like me? What then" The younger girl asked, imploring at her Yami.
"I already told you that there are two other millenium item-bearers in this neighbourhood. One of them is the reincarnated king. In my time, he was gentle, and caring. I'm sure he'd been happy to help you. All of the spirits in the millenium items have the honor of bearing his name, Yami."
Zuzumea grinned and turned to her friend. "Tell me, Yami Phire Phoenix." She said, "tell me what it was like in your time. Tell me how you lived, how the cultures were, everything."
Her Yami laughed, a pretty tinkling sound. "Oh I don't know about everything, little miss, but I can tell you about the pharaoh." A dreamy expression came over her face as she recalled those sacred times, three thousand years ago, when she'd been serving under the respected pharaoh, Yami the Second. "Perhaps it would be easier for me and for you to imagine it if I was in my old get-up." She suggested.
With a snap of her fingers, her clothes changed. She'd been wearing her Hikair's outfit: Jeans and Tanktop. But now she was wearing a hairband with the colours gold and silver weaved in criss-crosses. A top made of satin the colour of sand, with only one thick strap, and the edge embroidered in navy. A ruby embedded on a starp of leather served as belt for the skirt that covered her feet, the same colour as the top. Three golden bracelets tinkled on each of her hands, and the silver millenium pen was more visible than ever.
Grinning at the stunned look on Zuzumea's face, Yami stood up and swept her the finest bow she had. Then she sat back down and began her narrative:
"Long before anything modern was invented, long before TVs, cars, computers, radios, any of that stuff, and long before you were born, there lived a great pharaoh. Three millenia ago, the country of Egypt was ruled by a loving king, Yami the Second. His hair the colour of the sun, of blood and of darkness, he dominated with kindness and respect. Anyone in the palace, anyone lucky enough to serve him died happy."
She makes him sound like god, Zuzumea mused, but did not say anything. She was enraptured. She simply waited for her to continue her speech of this young man.
"I happen to be one of those." Yami Phire Phoenix sighed gladly. "I remember that day well, but it is too beautiful to be captured by words. Let me show you."
She closed her eyes and touched upon Zuzumea's forehead. Nothing happened. The Hikari looked at her questioningly, but she just laughed, and waved it away. An instant later, the Yami had vanished. Zuzumea shrugged annoyed, but inwardly she thought: "Cruel, leaving me hanging like this."
She got into bed and drifted off to an eventful sleep, for that night, she dreamt. She dreamt of Phire Phoenix, her Yami's time.
~* "Hey Asophyre! There's a young man here to see you!" A girl called. She looked about 10. //Asophyre? Who's that?// A second girl came flying down the stairs. "Coming!" She shouted. There was something familiar about that girl. Black hair tied back in a ponytail, a satin top with a belt and a skirt the colour of sand. //Phire Phoenix!!! I get it, that must be a nickname. Asophyre is her real name!!//
"Hey Sorella, do you have any idea who it is?" Asophyre asked. The little girl shook her head and gestured towards the door. Asophyre smoothed out her skirt and opened it. Before her stood a palace guard. His skin tanned by the grazing sun, he held a scroll bearing the royal seal. Asophyre's attention was diverted from his deep-blue eyes when he began to red from the scroll.
"His royalty, Pharaoh Yami the Second requests Asophyre of the Emika Clan's presence immediately. This matter is of utmost urgency, and it is decreed that you move as swiftly as possible." The soldier finished and looked at her. Asophyre was standing there, dumbstruck, with her mouth open. She shook herself and nodded, then she dashed around the room, trying to find a comb. Five minutes later, she appeared again, panting, and her eyes gleaming. //Wow, I've never seen Phire Phoenix, I mean, Asophyre, so excited before!//
Asophyre followed the guard out. They found their way through the thick crowd, all hurrying to the market. An instant later, they arrived at the palace. The guard instructed her to wait, while he went in to report. //That is one amazing palace!// The guard returned, and showed her inside.
The hall was lit with torches mounted on angel brackets. Large posts were painted with hierogrlyphics that tell of pharaohs gone by. A red carpet was spread till the end of the hall, where great brass doors opened to reveal a most magnificent throne room. Two slave girls stood on either side of the throne, which seemed to be made of pure gold, studded with sapphires, aquamarines, emeralds, diamonds, and the likes. Upon it sat a young man.
Asophyre gasped. It was Yami! His unruly tri-coloured hair stood out as he glanced around the room, in a dignified manner. Noticing her, he waved the guard and the slaves away, and motioned for her to come closer.
Slowly, hardly daring to believe her eyes, she advanced, until she was mere paces away from him. She knelt down in front of him, and murmured: "Hail to the great Pharaoh, Yami the Second."
An alarm sounded somewhere. With a start, Zuzumea bounded out of bed. She rubbed her eyes and stared at the alarm clock. "WHAT???" She yelled into the silence. "It can't be seven o'clock already!!! That only felt like ten minutes!!! (A/N: My impatience of writing a lot at a time... : P)" Her Yami appeared and smiled. "Hurry along now, kiddo, school!" With a grumble, Zuzumea got out of bed. "See ya later, Asophyre!" She called as she left the house, and her Yami disappeared into the pen again.
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PP: SEE!!! Why can't YOU be this nice to me? You know, be friends and stuff? Why can't YOU be caring, like all the other Yamis!!!
YPP: There are two kinds of Yamis.The goody-two-shoe kind, and the evil kind. I'm an evil type, and so's Bakura.
PP: Oh great, so now I'm stuck with a Yami who wants to take over the world?
YPP: Not necessarily the world, just the Net!!
PP: *groan*