PP: Thanks a million to Yami Jenny, who, according to pruningshears, has
been advertising my story.
YPP: You go girl!!!
PP: Welcome, pruningshears, aboard the handful of reviewers for this story. As the budget is large, and there are few people to make use of it, everything is full class. Just request it in a review *wink*
YPP: And thanks again to Yami Jenny, Yami Crystal and pruningshears for reviewing Chapter 8.
PP: But I didn't fully understand Yami Crystal's review...Could you give me some clarifications? *blush*
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Yami is the spirit that resides in the millennium item, and Hikari is the real person.
//Zuzumea's thoughts in her dream//
/Yami talking to Hikari, or vice versa/
~* Start/end of the dream*~
"This is the seventh letter I've received this week, all similar." Yami explained when he saw that she'd finished. She simply looked at him, not sure what to make of this news, or even if her heart believed that the same Bakura she had known is now threatening whole of Egypt.
"We have reasons to believe that Yami Bakura is staging a big heist against the main pyramid in two weeks. What I would like you to do is to summon some of your Phoenix to help us when that time comes. In the meantime, we'll be training, and it wouldn't do you any harm to join us, in case it gets rough..." Yami looked at her, and Asophyre noticed how hard her heart was beating. 'Be sensible girl' she told herself, trying to follow her own advice. 'He's the pharaoh, way out of reach for you. Besides, there are more important things at stake here.'
"I would be honoured to" Asophyre muttered, not looking at the beaming boy, barely a handful of years older than she was, sitting across from her. The boy in question stood up, and she hastened to do so as well, for it is not prudent to sit in the presence of her betters. Yami smiled at her shyness, but it was to be expected. Not everyone would have the courage to even speak to the pharaoh, let alone defy him.
"I shall instruct Seto Kaiba to arrange for some tutors for you." Yami told her, leading her by the elbow. She flinched at the touch, but relaxed when she felt the warm tingles dance across her arm. How could she have fallen in love with the two most impossible boys? One, a tomb robber, wanted by the pharaoh, and the other, the pharaoh who wants to execute the aforementioned tomb robber. "You're dismissed." Yami said, returning to the formal politician, although his eyes told her he was sorry for her to go.
Asophyre skipped all the way home, contemplating the pharaoh. Was it possible, just possible, that he liked her? She shook her head. She was a teenager for heaven's sake! And he was young, too. Besides, they had only met three times. How could a relationship develop through three short meetings? But if that was so, why was her heart telling her otherwise?
/Even in her state of unconsciousness, Zuzumea felt nervous for her Yami. She understood how the spirit felt. After all, she'd known Yugi for two days, and already he'd become the thing she looked forward to in school every morning. She mumbled incoherently in her sleep and turned on her side, her hands clutching a Dark Magician Plushie (AM: Aww...How cute is that? ^_^)/
A young boy, of about fifteen, trudged across the desert, with his camel in tow. He was dressed ordinarily enough, a white robe that flowed to his feet. A hood attached to the robe hid his hair and shadowed his eyes. He was like any other trader, shielding from the sun, and the big bundles on his camel indicated that feat exactly. He sighed and looked up into the sky. Rain wasn't due for another two weeks, by the looks of it. Egypt needed it.
Those are what anyone would've thought. Had they been any closer, they would've noticed the dangerous gleam in his eyes, and the dagger concealed up his sleeve. Had anyone thought to investigate the bundles, they would've seen that they weren't trader's wares at all, but stolen riches and goods. The boy laughed openly, throwing his head backwards so that his laughter was send skywards.
What did he care about water? If he needed water, he'd just steal someone's reserve. If he was hungry, he would raid a town, what was wrong with that? Everyone feared his name, although at that moment, they didn't know who he was. Yet.
There was a small town not too far from here. Sure it was on the edge of the horizon, but that particular youth made such trips regularly. Who doesn't, living with the Dangers of the Desert? Or should he say: Who doesn't, leading the Dangers of the Desert?
Casting a furtive glance around, the boy threw back the hood, letting the slight desert air blow his hair back. When he was young, he'd been called an albino. When he retaliated that he didn't have red eyes, the people at the orphanage beat him up. It was like this, every single day, but he never stopped retorting. Well they'd be sorry. Ryou Bakura doesn't forget. He stores the memory away, for revenge, when he was a world-feared bandit.
There was one person he didn't want to hurt. There was one person who mattered to him, more than anything else in this forsaken world. There was one person, and only one, who moved him, who loved him, and whom he loved back, deeply. His childhood friend, the only person who was nice to him, who hugged him when he was sad, who accepted his weird, flowing white hair.
Just thinking about her made his heart ache. Oh how he longed to be back with her. He promised her he'd be back when he was worth it. And he wouldn't be until he fulfilled his goal: Take over the throne.
He sped up his pace and struggled harder against the wind, which had now picked up into a gale. Perhaps some raiding would get his mind off her. Yes, that would certainly do the trick. *~
Zuzumea woke with a start, sitting up straight in her bed, sweating. She touched a hand to her forehead, trying to think quietly so that her Yami won't detect her thoughts. Bakura was trying to take over throne, just like Yami had said. And if history repeats itself, like Yami Phire Phoenix had hinted at the day before, the Bakura was going to hurt Yugi! She wouldn't let that happen, not for the world. She, Zuzumea, is going to protect that lovable boy, and his solemn Yami.
Zuzumea shook her head to dislodge any thoughts of what Bakura could do to Yugi, to no avail. Instantly, her Yami appeared, sitting opposite of her on the bed, looking at her intently.
"I was trying to think quietly." Zuzumea muttered, half in apology, half in annoyance. The worried expression stayed on Phire Phoenix's face, but she grinned to lighten the effect.
"I didn't hear your thoughts, per se, but your emotions are strong." Her Yami explained. Her face got a hard look, and she seemed to decide something. "You seem a bit disturbed by these dreams, perhaps it is for your own good that I should undo the spell." Before Zuzumea could protest, her Yami had pointed a finger at her forehead and started to chant something indiscernible. She tried to argue, to advise her Yami not to, to tell her that her Hikari needed to know about history if it was going to repeat itself, when Yami Phire Phoenix opened her eyes, her face even longer in distress.
"I can't undo it."
"WHAT?" Although Zuzumea was rather glad, she was also a bit baffled. Her Yami was quite a powerful magician, from what the latter told her Hikari. Why couldn't she undo the spell? It seemed to be a rather easy spell.
"It isn't." Her Yami assured her, nevertheless frowning. "It's hard for a lot of people, but I've done it before with Yami, when he inquired after all that I know of Bakura, for I did not like to retell the story. But it should work. Dreams are one of my specialties, because the pen predicts the future, and dreams are a reflection of the same thing. I don't understand why I can't undo it." Her Yami brooded for about five minutes, suddenly remembered Zuzumea was still there, and told the younger girl to go to sleep. That she did, but with an undecipherable expression on her face.
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PP: *sniff* I really like how this story is turning out...Don't have much time for author's notes, so this is all there's going to be today.
YPP: You go girl!!!
PP: Welcome, pruningshears, aboard the handful of reviewers for this story. As the budget is large, and there are few people to make use of it, everything is full class. Just request it in a review *wink*
YPP: And thanks again to Yami Jenny, Yami Crystal and pruningshears for reviewing Chapter 8.
PP: But I didn't fully understand Yami Crystal's review...Could you give me some clarifications? *blush*
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Yami is the spirit that resides in the millennium item, and Hikari is the real person.
//Zuzumea's thoughts in her dream//
/Yami talking to Hikari, or vice versa/
~* Start/end of the dream*~
"This is the seventh letter I've received this week, all similar." Yami explained when he saw that she'd finished. She simply looked at him, not sure what to make of this news, or even if her heart believed that the same Bakura she had known is now threatening whole of Egypt.
"We have reasons to believe that Yami Bakura is staging a big heist against the main pyramid in two weeks. What I would like you to do is to summon some of your Phoenix to help us when that time comes. In the meantime, we'll be training, and it wouldn't do you any harm to join us, in case it gets rough..." Yami looked at her, and Asophyre noticed how hard her heart was beating. 'Be sensible girl' she told herself, trying to follow her own advice. 'He's the pharaoh, way out of reach for you. Besides, there are more important things at stake here.'
"I would be honoured to" Asophyre muttered, not looking at the beaming boy, barely a handful of years older than she was, sitting across from her. The boy in question stood up, and she hastened to do so as well, for it is not prudent to sit in the presence of her betters. Yami smiled at her shyness, but it was to be expected. Not everyone would have the courage to even speak to the pharaoh, let alone defy him.
"I shall instruct Seto Kaiba to arrange for some tutors for you." Yami told her, leading her by the elbow. She flinched at the touch, but relaxed when she felt the warm tingles dance across her arm. How could she have fallen in love with the two most impossible boys? One, a tomb robber, wanted by the pharaoh, and the other, the pharaoh who wants to execute the aforementioned tomb robber. "You're dismissed." Yami said, returning to the formal politician, although his eyes told her he was sorry for her to go.
Asophyre skipped all the way home, contemplating the pharaoh. Was it possible, just possible, that he liked her? She shook her head. She was a teenager for heaven's sake! And he was young, too. Besides, they had only met three times. How could a relationship develop through three short meetings? But if that was so, why was her heart telling her otherwise?
/Even in her state of unconsciousness, Zuzumea felt nervous for her Yami. She understood how the spirit felt. After all, she'd known Yugi for two days, and already he'd become the thing she looked forward to in school every morning. She mumbled incoherently in her sleep and turned on her side, her hands clutching a Dark Magician Plushie (AM: Aww...How cute is that? ^_^)/
A young boy, of about fifteen, trudged across the desert, with his camel in tow. He was dressed ordinarily enough, a white robe that flowed to his feet. A hood attached to the robe hid his hair and shadowed his eyes. He was like any other trader, shielding from the sun, and the big bundles on his camel indicated that feat exactly. He sighed and looked up into the sky. Rain wasn't due for another two weeks, by the looks of it. Egypt needed it.
Those are what anyone would've thought. Had they been any closer, they would've noticed the dangerous gleam in his eyes, and the dagger concealed up his sleeve. Had anyone thought to investigate the bundles, they would've seen that they weren't trader's wares at all, but stolen riches and goods. The boy laughed openly, throwing his head backwards so that his laughter was send skywards.
What did he care about water? If he needed water, he'd just steal someone's reserve. If he was hungry, he would raid a town, what was wrong with that? Everyone feared his name, although at that moment, they didn't know who he was. Yet.
There was a small town not too far from here. Sure it was on the edge of the horizon, but that particular youth made such trips regularly. Who doesn't, living with the Dangers of the Desert? Or should he say: Who doesn't, leading the Dangers of the Desert?
Casting a furtive glance around, the boy threw back the hood, letting the slight desert air blow his hair back. When he was young, he'd been called an albino. When he retaliated that he didn't have red eyes, the people at the orphanage beat him up. It was like this, every single day, but he never stopped retorting. Well they'd be sorry. Ryou Bakura doesn't forget. He stores the memory away, for revenge, when he was a world-feared bandit.
There was one person he didn't want to hurt. There was one person who mattered to him, more than anything else in this forsaken world. There was one person, and only one, who moved him, who loved him, and whom he loved back, deeply. His childhood friend, the only person who was nice to him, who hugged him when he was sad, who accepted his weird, flowing white hair.
Just thinking about her made his heart ache. Oh how he longed to be back with her. He promised her he'd be back when he was worth it. And he wouldn't be until he fulfilled his goal: Take over the throne.
He sped up his pace and struggled harder against the wind, which had now picked up into a gale. Perhaps some raiding would get his mind off her. Yes, that would certainly do the trick. *~
Zuzumea woke with a start, sitting up straight in her bed, sweating. She touched a hand to her forehead, trying to think quietly so that her Yami won't detect her thoughts. Bakura was trying to take over throne, just like Yami had said. And if history repeats itself, like Yami Phire Phoenix had hinted at the day before, the Bakura was going to hurt Yugi! She wouldn't let that happen, not for the world. She, Zuzumea, is going to protect that lovable boy, and his solemn Yami.
Zuzumea shook her head to dislodge any thoughts of what Bakura could do to Yugi, to no avail. Instantly, her Yami appeared, sitting opposite of her on the bed, looking at her intently.
"I was trying to think quietly." Zuzumea muttered, half in apology, half in annoyance. The worried expression stayed on Phire Phoenix's face, but she grinned to lighten the effect.
"I didn't hear your thoughts, per se, but your emotions are strong." Her Yami explained. Her face got a hard look, and she seemed to decide something. "You seem a bit disturbed by these dreams, perhaps it is for your own good that I should undo the spell." Before Zuzumea could protest, her Yami had pointed a finger at her forehead and started to chant something indiscernible. She tried to argue, to advise her Yami not to, to tell her that her Hikari needed to know about history if it was going to repeat itself, when Yami Phire Phoenix opened her eyes, her face even longer in distress.
"I can't undo it."
"WHAT?" Although Zuzumea was rather glad, she was also a bit baffled. Her Yami was quite a powerful magician, from what the latter told her Hikari. Why couldn't she undo the spell? It seemed to be a rather easy spell.
"It isn't." Her Yami assured her, nevertheless frowning. "It's hard for a lot of people, but I've done it before with Yami, when he inquired after all that I know of Bakura, for I did not like to retell the story. But it should work. Dreams are one of my specialties, because the pen predicts the future, and dreams are a reflection of the same thing. I don't understand why I can't undo it." Her Yami brooded for about five minutes, suddenly remembered Zuzumea was still there, and told the younger girl to go to sleep. That she did, but with an undecipherable expression on her face.
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PP: *sniff* I really like how this story is turning out...Don't have much time for author's notes, so this is all there's going to be today.