Yu-Gi-Oh does not belong to me; they are the sole creations of Kazuki Takahashi.

Last time, we left off with Kisara unconscious after the villagers attack her, leaving certain priests and guards to save her.

Told in Kisara's POV.

"…" someone else is talking

'…' Kisara is talking, otherwise she's just thinking. After all, it's in her perspective.

I italicized lines from the story that I will explain the reason for at the end of the story. If there's anything else you want me to italicize (doesn't have to be so I'll explain it, but that's ok too), please tell me so in a review and I'll edit the chapter and chapters to come. If there's anything inaccurate, please tell me so I'll rewrite that part.

Italics = parts of story to be later explained in my notes; flashbacks; dreams

Bold = emphasis

Behind Blue Eyes

-Dream-

The sun outside burned as scorching as ever, and despite being under a roof and having palm leaf fans, we were still hot. We consisted of me and this other girl with dark hair and brown eyes. She was dressed as I was, in a plain white skirt and no shoes. It was far too hot for both shoes and sandals. I tried wearing them once. They protected my feet from the blistering sand, but inside, they irritated my skin.

We were almost to a city, and the Temple of Bastet loomed above us in all its glory and magnificence. We could see the cat ears of the goddess, just barely through the high walls of the city. There were songs praising her, undoubtedly led by priests and priestesses.

'I wonder what it's like to be a priestess.' I said, more thinking aloud than actually voicing a question. But she answered anyway.

"It's great. You get to see the Pharaoh and you're very rich."

'And how would you know? Have you ever been or known a priestess?'

"Well no, but any normal person could see that it'd be great. I've heard stories of their houses, and it's almost as grand as the palace. Besides, what's not good about it? People kiss up to you wherever you go."

Her remark about normality stung me. She knew I was different, I knew I was different, but we decided a while ago that besides my appearance, I was normal. I wanted to yell at her, but she was one of the few friends I had. So I continued our conversation, ignoring the hurt I felt.

'Kiss up?'

"Yea, kiss up. Priests and priestesses are rich, like I said, and people want to be in their favor. If you've earned their favor, chances are they'll try to get your farther in life or invite you over and help you out in times of trouble. But the sad thing is that they can be bribed too. Of course, that's good for whoever's bribing them."

'I lost you somewhere.' The girl sighed at Kisara's naivety: She still believed that priests were all good.

"Tomb robbers. Sometimes they pay priests to turn the other way as they're getting out of a tomb. And it works too. But sometimes the priests take it and look while the thief is still in there. And when they do that, the pharaohs usually accuse the priests of treason and kill both of them. But it's still good to be a priest."

That didn't make any sense to me. How could it be good if the Pharaoh ordered your execution?

'Why if the Pharaoh is out to get you?'

"Because everyone else isn't. Put it this way, Kisara: If you were a priestess, no one would dare make fun of you. So if you have the chance, you might want to kiss up to one so they feel sorry for you and protect you."

That was about all I could take. I don't really know what happened, but I pushed her out the window and onto the ground. I jumped out after her and she was still shocked, but I didn't care and started choking her. People—I don't know who, came over and pulled us apart. When we were questioned about what happened, she opened her mouth before I even thought of an answer.

"Get that freak away from me."

-End Dream-

I sat straight up in bed, shocking the person who'd been leaning over me. He was dressed in blue, a color of nobility, and he held the Sennen Rod, one of the Seven items that saved Egypt from invaders a decade and a half ago. He must be a Royal Priest. What was he doing? Did he save me? Am I in trouble? What is he doing? The way he stares at me…he knows more about my soul than I do…What does he want? [1]

What am I supposed to do while he's looking, studying me? Look back? Look away?

"Look at me."

Better do what he says…I brought my eyes to meet his. They were a deeper, much darker, shade than mine. My eyes were a bright sapphire, his were cerulean. And his face, which contrasted greatly from mine, his dark tanned skin, and my sickly pale, pallid [2]color. Is all of this to torment me? I want to turn away, but his eyes are so enchanting. Am I under a spell? Someone, I think my mother, once told me long ago, that sorcerers could control you if you met eye contact with them. To break the spell and gain back your free will, you had to close you eyes and look away. That's what I wanted to do. Look away.

I closed my eyes and started turning away—! I let out a breath and looked at him. He was not amused. His hand had shot out to grab my chin, keeping a tight firm hold on it. Now I was scared. Now I started praying against hope that they weren't going to kill me. If he was looking into my soul, he would hear all the things they said to me. All the insults people spat at me. All the people who ran away from me.

But he didn't say he was going to kill me. Instead, he looks at my arm, which is covered with dried blood, takes a washcloth and begins wiping it away. So I guess he must have been the priest who saved me. Sweet. I remembered my dream and how someone had told me to kiss up to priests because they were rich and powerful and influential. My chance in a lifetime. But I better confirm it before I dedicate myself to him.

'Did you save me?'

"Yes, you were hurt and being assaulted against false charges, so I brought you here. Here you will be tested."

So he did save me. False charges? Tested? I guess I'm going to go on a trial. But he said the charges weren't true, which meant he was on my side!

'I owe you my life.'[3]

He didn't say anything at first, just looked at me.

"Come with me."

He turned around and neared towards the door. I got off the bed and followed him. There were two sets of stairs: one which was more elegant and stable, the other one was narrow and winding. I thought we would go up; instead, he led me down, down the twisting steps.

Carefully, I followed him down, using the walls for support. I wondered where it led to; we'd been walking for awhile. He stopped. In front of him was a wall. I wondered if the exit had been blocked off. But instead, he used his Item to move the rocks. Amazing! I went through after him, but what I saw shocked me. There were levels of platforms held by chains, spikes at the bottom where I'm sure people fell into, and two people battling each other. Above them are huge monsters. I can't quite tell what that one is, but the other one is some sort of giant spider.

"Welcome Priest Set. Is that girl the one you say has tremendous power?"

I looked to my right. There are two other people besides the priest, the two battling, and myself. They both donned hooded linen robes. One of them was a short stout man, with a sadistic expression on his face. I don't like him. The other one was a much older man with the Sennen Eye in place of his left eye. Ouch. So I assume he's a priest as well.

But wait: tremendous power?

"Tell me, Gelbek, how do your experiments work? If she goes out there, how will her powers be unlocked? If she goes out there, will she even survive?" The Priest Set asked the shorter man who said I had tremendous power.

"Good question, Set. Gelbek told me that after several occasions, he noticed the prisoner's ka emerged or grew stronger to protect him when he was in danger. With this information, he concluded that all you need to do to draw out someone's ka, is to put their life in danger. Theoretically, one's ka will come out to protect them." The taller man said.

But the way they talk. Is this the test I'm supposed to take? I'll die if I go out there! And prisoners? So…he intended to kill me from the start? [4]  I'm struck with grief and despair, but if that's what he wants, that'll what I'll do. After all, I owe my life to him. They're arguing back and forth about my safety. What's the point? Finally, the older man convinces Priest Set to let me enter the arena. Priest Set looks put off and annoyed. I guess he doesn't think I'm worth his time or interrupting their experiments. Dejectedly, I walk onto the stage.

The prisoners notice me. They say something about attacking me instead. I close my eyes as their monsters charge towards me.[5]

[1] What was he doing? Did he save me? Am I in trouble? What is he doing? The way he stares at me…he knows more about my soul than I do…What does he want?

Kisara is one of those people who've been hurt and in trouble all their life, so naturally she would think something's wrong and act very paranoid.

[2] Sickly pale, pallid

I just can't imagine her describing herself in a self flattering way at this point. People have told her she's a freak because of her white skin.

[3] So…he intended to kill me from the start?

Remember what I said about paranoia? Yep, she's also rather pessimistic. According to her trail of thoughts, nothing good can happen to her without some catch.

[4] I guess he doesn't think I'm worth his time or interrupting their experiments.

She stopped listening to their conversation once she started thinking that he wanted her dead. I already mentioned that she's gotten a bit attack to him, and if she kept listening, she won't want to die or do whatever he wants. So bottom line is that she wasn't listening in on their conversation and thinking about the motive behind their words. Instead, she judged it all from his expression.

[5] I close my eyes as their monsters charge towards me.

First person who defended her sends her to her death. Would you really want to live then? Neither does Kisara.