Jou: Hello, you migi-muffins!! I'm really, really, REALLY sorry that it
took so long for me to update. I've been busy lately, you see, with "family
time" and all that with Easter and blah blah blah. So, how have you been?
My yami has been after my blood until we made a "truce" that, I would
"talk" to her before I put anything "like that" in the story again.
Aerin: And you'd better stick to that agreement, you dumb hikari or this peace is blown.
Jou: Just read the story that almost cost me my life. BTW, I forgot to put this in the other chapters, but I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, but I sure wish I did. Joey is all mine!!!! Marik goes to Tek ( Airimis, you can have his yami, if you want him!), Sweetheart, you can take Duke, Lando you take Yami, and the rest will be for Show and Tell!!! Therefore, you can read the story now. Please review!!!!
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Irry found Yami in the Pharaoh's bedchambers. Yami had been pacing the floor back and forth, waiting for his cousin to turn up from his night stroll. The first thing that came out of the young rulers mouth was "Where have you been?! Seth has been after me the whole evening, playing as if he had wanted to meet you."
After taking a moment or two to silence his upset relative, Iryylath told Yami all about Aerin and what had happened at the river branch. Yami listened in silence, and when Irry had stopped talking, he sat on his bed thinking. Maybe this was the lost princess that King Arnyas was always talking about. Unfortunately, he had never learned of this lost beauty's name, for it pained the King to hear it.
"Irry, I think that this girl, this Aerin you saved from the river's current, may in fact be the lost princess that everyone has been talking about." Yami looked over at that dark corner in which Irrylath stood, though he couldn't read the expression on his face. "You say that she has a fever? What is the condition of this illness?"
With a sigh, the prince returned "Yes, she does have a fever, and Anzu said it's very severe, not only from the river, but from fatigue. What?!" For Irry had seen the look that had crossed his cousin's face, almost guilt. "Yami, tell me truthfully, were you the reason that Anzu was crying a moment ago?"
Yami pulled a face, knowing he could hide hardly anything from Irry, who besides being his cousin, was also his best friend. "Yes, I was, though I wasn't trying to, honestly I wasn't. I merely said something sarcastic, though it would seem that she was not aware of that, since she turned on her heel and ran away from me right afterwards."
Chuckling at this, Irry responded with a "Aren't you the heartbreaker?" and was rewarded with a growl from Yami.
At this moment, they heard a knocking at the door. "Enter." Yami said imperiously.
Anzu slid silently into the room, and after bowing to the royals, turned to Irry. "Prince Irrylath, I'm afraid Aerin's condition has worsened considerably. I am not a healer, and though I can treat a common cold or comfort an injured one, I cannot heal her. If she is to live, she will need a healer very soon."
Irrylath looked pleadingly at Yami, who would know who was the best healer in the palace. Yami caught the look and said to Anzu "You can choose any healer you think best, and tell them that it is my wish that it is done. And I am sorry for what I said earlier this evening, Anzu."
Just as she did the first time she heard Yami say her name, Anzu's head jerked up and looked him the eye. "It is alright, my Pharaoh, for it was not your fault. I was merely under stress from preparing tonight's and tomorrow's socials, that is all. There is no need for an apology from you." She turned and left then, and left Yami with the feeling that he wasn't as innocent as Anzu said he was.
"Her fever has worsened? How could it do that? She was on fire as I carried back to the palace!" Irrylath exclaimed. "This can't possibly get worse!"
"You just said the magic words for inviting the worst of the worst." said a cold voice from the doorway. It was Seth again, back to make their lives miserable, Yami thought. "Is this Prince Irrylath, then?"
Yami answered with a nod of his head in Irry's direction. "Yes, Seth, this is my cousin. You can make a better acquaintance with him tomorrow night at the ball in his honor."
Seth, bowed at the waist, then started to leave, but before he walked out the door, he turned his head and said, "It is very uplifting to know that you are well enough to walk around again, Your Highness." Then he left Yami and Irry both in annoyance.
*****A Different Part of the Palace*****
Anzu was walking quickly down the halls, taking all the shortcuts she knew to get to the healers' wing of the grand Palace. As she moved silently around, thoughts of one person kept coming back, and she couldn't make them stop. He's the Pharaoh, and you're nothing, just give it up Anzu! Come back into reality, there's no way that he'll never fall for you, think you're beautiful, want to be with you. Just give up and stop thinking about him, you'll just hurt yourself!
With a deep sigh, she pushed a picture of Yami's face when he had said that he was sorry out of her mind. Then she pushed open a door and went in to find an elderly man with comforting blue eyes and silver hair was sitting behind a desk that was scattered with scrolls. Anzu cleared her throat to catch his attention.
"Yes, little beauty?" the man answered, smiling a mischievious smile that made him seem years younger. "Did you need something that I, Armin, can give you?"
"Oh, Armin, I told you not to call me that!" Anzu said pleadingly. "And, yes, I do need your assistance, from your healing art. There is a girl my age, she's very, very sick, and I can't do anything more for her. You never taught me to heal fevers, only how to calm injured ones, and heal common colds. I fear that if you don't come soon, she'll die."
Armin immediately stood up, faster than you would have thought possible for a man his age. "Why did you not say so sooner! Let us go at once to this patient!"
Anzu led him back to the room where Aerin was. Aerin was a mess: her hair was matted with sweat, her eyes were barely open, but the part you could see was glazed over with silver, her face was crimson red, and she was shaking in a feverish dream.
Laying a hand on the sick girl's forehead, Armin looked up at Anzu and said gravely "She is going to be a tough patient. Get some hot water and towels; we need to draw the fever down from her head. We're going to have to work fast."
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Jou: Ksat, is this better? Can you tell when the chappie ends now? I hope this helped you! Thank you so very much for reviewing! As for the rest of you who R, thanx!! I luv you! Plz R this chappie!
Aerin: Plz do! I heped write this one!
Jou: Well, byes!
Aerin: And you'd better stick to that agreement, you dumb hikari or this peace is blown.
Jou: Just read the story that almost cost me my life. BTW, I forgot to put this in the other chapters, but I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, but I sure wish I did. Joey is all mine!!!! Marik goes to Tek ( Airimis, you can have his yami, if you want him!), Sweetheart, you can take Duke, Lando you take Yami, and the rest will be for Show and Tell!!! Therefore, you can read the story now. Please review!!!!
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Irry found Yami in the Pharaoh's bedchambers. Yami had been pacing the floor back and forth, waiting for his cousin to turn up from his night stroll. The first thing that came out of the young rulers mouth was "Where have you been?! Seth has been after me the whole evening, playing as if he had wanted to meet you."
After taking a moment or two to silence his upset relative, Iryylath told Yami all about Aerin and what had happened at the river branch. Yami listened in silence, and when Irry had stopped talking, he sat on his bed thinking. Maybe this was the lost princess that King Arnyas was always talking about. Unfortunately, he had never learned of this lost beauty's name, for it pained the King to hear it.
"Irry, I think that this girl, this Aerin you saved from the river's current, may in fact be the lost princess that everyone has been talking about." Yami looked over at that dark corner in which Irrylath stood, though he couldn't read the expression on his face. "You say that she has a fever? What is the condition of this illness?"
With a sigh, the prince returned "Yes, she does have a fever, and Anzu said it's very severe, not only from the river, but from fatigue. What?!" For Irry had seen the look that had crossed his cousin's face, almost guilt. "Yami, tell me truthfully, were you the reason that Anzu was crying a moment ago?"
Yami pulled a face, knowing he could hide hardly anything from Irry, who besides being his cousin, was also his best friend. "Yes, I was, though I wasn't trying to, honestly I wasn't. I merely said something sarcastic, though it would seem that she was not aware of that, since she turned on her heel and ran away from me right afterwards."
Chuckling at this, Irry responded with a "Aren't you the heartbreaker?" and was rewarded with a growl from Yami.
At this moment, they heard a knocking at the door. "Enter." Yami said imperiously.
Anzu slid silently into the room, and after bowing to the royals, turned to Irry. "Prince Irrylath, I'm afraid Aerin's condition has worsened considerably. I am not a healer, and though I can treat a common cold or comfort an injured one, I cannot heal her. If she is to live, she will need a healer very soon."
Irrylath looked pleadingly at Yami, who would know who was the best healer in the palace. Yami caught the look and said to Anzu "You can choose any healer you think best, and tell them that it is my wish that it is done. And I am sorry for what I said earlier this evening, Anzu."
Just as she did the first time she heard Yami say her name, Anzu's head jerked up and looked him the eye. "It is alright, my Pharaoh, for it was not your fault. I was merely under stress from preparing tonight's and tomorrow's socials, that is all. There is no need for an apology from you." She turned and left then, and left Yami with the feeling that he wasn't as innocent as Anzu said he was.
"Her fever has worsened? How could it do that? She was on fire as I carried back to the palace!" Irrylath exclaimed. "This can't possibly get worse!"
"You just said the magic words for inviting the worst of the worst." said a cold voice from the doorway. It was Seth again, back to make their lives miserable, Yami thought. "Is this Prince Irrylath, then?"
Yami answered with a nod of his head in Irry's direction. "Yes, Seth, this is my cousin. You can make a better acquaintance with him tomorrow night at the ball in his honor."
Seth, bowed at the waist, then started to leave, but before he walked out the door, he turned his head and said, "It is very uplifting to know that you are well enough to walk around again, Your Highness." Then he left Yami and Irry both in annoyance.
*****A Different Part of the Palace*****
Anzu was walking quickly down the halls, taking all the shortcuts she knew to get to the healers' wing of the grand Palace. As she moved silently around, thoughts of one person kept coming back, and she couldn't make them stop. He's the Pharaoh, and you're nothing, just give it up Anzu! Come back into reality, there's no way that he'll never fall for you, think you're beautiful, want to be with you. Just give up and stop thinking about him, you'll just hurt yourself!
With a deep sigh, she pushed a picture of Yami's face when he had said that he was sorry out of her mind. Then she pushed open a door and went in to find an elderly man with comforting blue eyes and silver hair was sitting behind a desk that was scattered with scrolls. Anzu cleared her throat to catch his attention.
"Yes, little beauty?" the man answered, smiling a mischievious smile that made him seem years younger. "Did you need something that I, Armin, can give you?"
"Oh, Armin, I told you not to call me that!" Anzu said pleadingly. "And, yes, I do need your assistance, from your healing art. There is a girl my age, she's very, very sick, and I can't do anything more for her. You never taught me to heal fevers, only how to calm injured ones, and heal common colds. I fear that if you don't come soon, she'll die."
Armin immediately stood up, faster than you would have thought possible for a man his age. "Why did you not say so sooner! Let us go at once to this patient!"
Anzu led him back to the room where Aerin was. Aerin was a mess: her hair was matted with sweat, her eyes were barely open, but the part you could see was glazed over with silver, her face was crimson red, and she was shaking in a feverish dream.
Laying a hand on the sick girl's forehead, Armin looked up at Anzu and said gravely "She is going to be a tough patient. Get some hot water and towels; we need to draw the fever down from her head. We're going to have to work fast."
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Jou: Ksat, is this better? Can you tell when the chappie ends now? I hope this helped you! Thank you so very much for reviewing! As for the rest of you who R, thanx!! I luv you! Plz R this chappie!
Aerin: Plz do! I heped write this one!
Jou: Well, byes!