Alright people, this is the last full chapter I have to post automatically,
so I might take a little longer to finish the chapters. *readers boo*
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Alright then. *releases Bradcorh* Let's do this. *puts on construction helmet* Dare I?
Bradcorh: DO IT!
*looks charged up* OKAY! LET'S GO!!!! *sits down calmly and types*
---------------------------( (o) )----------------------------- *Back to third person, rewound a little*
Yami frowned, concentrating on the Brace. Sakkira sat very still, contemplating the feelings that ran through her like quicksilver. They were not hers. Whose were they? The pharaoh's?
Suddenly it was like a wall in her mind just.... fell. There was something else, no someone else inhabiting her mind! How long had this person been there?
She thought, well, if there's a person here, why not speak to it?
\...Hello?\ It worked. She felt the part of her mind shared by the other person stir, just a little, and then she felt it. A blur of thoughts, and emotions, fear, confusion... it went on and on. The other person paused, and then tried to reply.
/Huh....?/
Sakkira noted the sound of the mind-voice. it's a she! she thought, her mind working furiously. Am I like that kid who turned into the pharaoh?
Suddenly she felt an electric shock go through her body. She didn't see the physical change, but Yami saw that her cerulaen highlights flared up and became a semi-mohawk among the ebony hair that hung down in her face. The Red Eyes tattoo disappeared, to be replaced with a different tattoo, one of the crook and flail of Osiris. This tattoo was burned into the skin over her collarbone, and it meant that she was forever in the service of her pharaoh. Her skin became the slightest bit darker, and her eyes, which were already unusual, seemed to become negative. The main red part of her irises became yellow, while the formerly yellow specks became red. Lastly, as her eyes closed and the spirit of the Brace took total control, Yami noticed that the Eye on her Brace had become an English S. How odd....
Sakkira, confused, tried to talk to her with the mind link again. \Can I have my body back?\
The other didn't seem to understand what she meant. But, somehow, she couldn't move. Someone else was controlling her! Was the pharaoh doing it? Or was it this mysterious other who shared her mind?
/I don't know how to give it back./ An honest answer. The spirit learned that she was in control now, and opened her eyes. She squinted at Yami for a moment, and then screwed her eyes shut in pain. She wailed out loud, something about how the light got much too bright, and Yami put a hand on her shoulder and comforted her. She stilled, although her hands remained over her face and her lips were drawn back in a grimace. "Keep your eyes closed," he said softly, as she calmed down. "You will get used to it."
(A/N: I know, this paragraph was extremely confusing and thrown back and forth from points of view, but I had to do it in order to show how confusing it felt for Yami, Nakte and Sakkira. Especially Sakkira.)
After a few moments, she slowly drew her hands back and opened her eyes cautiously. The first thing she did with her borrowed body was look around, and then she looked at Yami. She spoke. "Where.... are we?"
"This is called Domino. The nation is called Japan." Yami was calm, as if nothing especially strange had happened.
"I knew I wasn't in Egypt! Why have I left the banks of the Nile, Pharaoh- sama? Was I summoned?" Nakte asked, staring at the pharaoh even though age- old instincts scraemed at her to cast her gaze elsewhere. She knew, however, that he had no memory of her insubordination at the moment.
"Nakte..." Yami said quietly, looking almost sad as he stared back at the bi-colored priestess. (A/N: Yes, that is what she is.) "Five thousand years have passed. Everyone you know is dead now, and the body you are inhabiting at the moment is that of your reincarnation, Sakkira."
"REINCARNATION?!" she shrieked, scaring a bird out of its tree. "What do you mean, reincarnation?"
Before he answered, she heard the girl who was her supposed reincarnation speak again to her. \It feels like you don't know I'm here, too,\ she said quietly, as if not to disturb Nakte. \I can see everything you see, and right now you are looking at the neighbors' houses.\
/This is... confusing,/ Nakte said back to her. /I don't understand./ It was too short, Nakte felt. She probably sounded like she didn't want to know. On the contrary!
\Neither do I, but I just want you to know that if you need help with this body or anything, I can probably help you,\ the younger girl said helpfully. What was her name? She searched her mind, and it came up easily. Nakte hoped that this Sakkira girl wouldn't let her read all her thoughts....
"Nakte?" Yami said. Nakte looked back at him. "Are you talking to your hikari?"
"Hikari?" Nakte said curiously. "What's that?"
"Oh, you don't know." Yami blew a stray wisp of blond hair out of his face, and explained. "You and Sakkira are hikari and yami, better known as light and dark. You, Nakte, are her dark, and she is your light. One cannot exist without the other. So you better make friends with her, because you'll be with her from now on."
Nakte had no idea what was going on. Oddly enough, she kind of felt Sakkira's equal confusion through some kind of link they had. "Are you... like this?"
"Yes," the pharaoh said, not hesitating. "The boy you were speaking to earlier is my young hikari, and my reincarnation. His name is Yugi."
"And that is why they call you.... Yami?"
"Seems reasonable, right?" Yami asked. Nakte shrugged, glad for once that she'd forgotten almost nothing. "Although a lot of Yugi's friends just call me Yugi or 'big Yugi' even though they know. So don't always correct them when they call you Sakkira."
\I would,\ the young girl-- her hikari-- said, almost to herself.
"What... happened to my body?" Nakte asked, almost afraid to hear the answer but knowing she had to find out.
"When your soul was sealed away in the Brace," the pharaoh began, gesturing towards Nakte's arm, "you left your body behind. Perhaps your hikari's father has found you somewhere."
"They would have buried me with you, pharaoh-sama," Nakte said subtly.
"What?" It suddenly struck Yami that this woman didn't just know his title, perhaps she'd known him. And so, perhaps she could hold the key to parts of his forgotten past... He knew that some celestial force had wiped his name from her memory, but nothing could keep his image from her. She had belonged to him, and she thought she still did. "With.... me?"
"Of course, pharaoh-sama. All six of us, not including Seth's father Akunadin," she added, nearly spitting the word Akunadin. "Me, Mahado the magician, and his student Mana, that strange girl with blue eyes and white skin, Kisara... and your cousin, Seth, the high priest. Surely you remember all of them?"
"I'm sorry, I remember almost nothing." Something about the description of the priests and priestesses struck home, and he noticed something she'd said casually. Blue eyes? White skin? Was there a connection here? And Seth? A cousin of his? The name sounded so familiar....
"You mean you don't even remember your father, Akunumkanon?" Nakte said, eyes wide and a little sad. Just a little.
"My father?"
"Yes, Pharaoh-sama. He died when you were sixteen. An amazing pharaoh, that man. Nearly forty when he died. Pretty long, eh?"
Yami considered this last; Yugi had said once that he'd heard of a Middle Kingdom pharaoh named Tutankhamen who became pharaoh at nine and who died at eighteen. Yami knew that he'd "died" young, too, at least nineteen. "I guess so," was all he could manage.
"It was a sad day when Akunumkanon-sama died, because you were in Israel purchasing slaves for your father's tomb, and..." she trailed off.
It suddenly struck Yami that Nakte remembered everything. She even remembered the first letter of his name! He needed to keep track of her. "Nakte..." he said. She looked up. "Why don't you come to my house and spend the night? My hikari and yours seem to do well together." (A/N: I just noticed that I wrote "it suddenly struck Yami" twice! Ergh. -_- How original.)
"I'm not sure.... I don't know my hikari or her body all too well... but if you command me, pharaoh-sama, it will be so," she finished decidedly, getting up and trying to balance in Sakkira's high shoes. In her mind link, she asked Sakkira why she wore such footwear.
\I don't know, I just like it....\
/Well, at least you have good clothing taste, unlike most hikaris I know..../
\Er, Nakte....\ Sakkira began hesitantly, \you don't know any hikaris.\
/True, but just go along with me, alright?!/
\Okay....\
/Oh, before I forget. Pharaoh-sama requests my presence at his house./
\Just tell my father. Better yet, give me my body back.\
/I could, if I knew how..../
\Ask Yami.\
/Who?/
\The pharaoh dude.\
/Mind your mouth, commoner,/ Nakte said threateningly. Sakkira shut up.
"Pharaoh-sama...?"
"Please, call me Yami." The pharaoh was staring off into space, perhaps inwardly conversing with his hikari, too. "What do you want?" he asked, smiling at Nakte curiously.
"My hikari needs permission from her father to go to your dwelling," Nakte started. "but she needs control of her body back. And I don't know how to give it to her."
"Well, just release hold, kind of. Do you need a demonstration?" Yami asked. Nakte hesitantly nodded. "Okay then. Hold on to my arm, so you can feel it."
She obeyed -- what choice did she have? -- and she felt carefully as she got hold of his arm. Yami's brows knotted together, and then relaxed as he released control. She felt his muscles relax entirely, and then flex slightly as Yugi took control. She released his arm, and he looked at her, big, innocent purple eyes into narrowed yellow eyes.
"What happened to the pharaoh?" she asked quietly.
"He went back into the Puzzle, well, kind of. He's watching though," he added, smiling. "Did you understand how it's done?"
"Well, a little..." she trailed off again.
"Try it, you'll have to let her take control eventually," Yugi said. Nakte noted that the blonde streaks in the violet crest of hair he had were gone.
"Okay, but it might not work." Nakte paused, concentrating; she spoke to Sakkira.
/Do you think you know how to do this?/ she asked. Sakkira mentally shrugged.
\Doesn't seem hard, like waking up maybe.\
/Okay, let's try it./
Nakte relaxed, bit by bit, as Sakkira's spirit surfaced and started creeping back into control; she noticed that as she let go of the body that it felt as if she were being shoved out. She got less and less aware of Sakkira's body, and Yami saw that as the last thread of Nakte's control broke, her mohawk fell down and became mere highlights. The crook and flail on her collar disappeared, and on her arm reappeared the mighty head of the Red Eyes. The "S" on her Millennium Brace shifted back into an Eye. Her eyes had closed as Nakte surrendered control of them, and now they opened, red once again. They shifted from side to side, looking around, and stood up straighter. When Nakte had let go entirely, she had slumped, typical for a first time.
"Erghhh.... why do I feel like I got hit by a truck?"
"You are just tired from having the feeling come back all at once," Yugi replied, as if he'd done it a hundred times before. (A/N: He probably has.)
"Okay..." she said slowly, before realizing she was standing up. "You know, it probably would have been safer if that woman wouldn't have left my body standing up on a stair like this," she said sardonically.
"Nakte. Her name is Nakte," Yugi said, reminding her. Sakkira nodded.
"Well, I have to go and get my father now. I don't suppose I should tell him about my yami yet?"
"Wait until you have a lot of time to explain. He'll probably understand better than most, him being able to read a lot of heiroglyphics and stuff."
"Actually, no one really knows how to read them all that well. Daddy's like a little kid reading a book, in that he just looks at the pictures and says what it's about," she said, smiling." Seeing how the ancient Egyptians tied their entire writing system in with pictures, that makes it a whole lot easier."
"I know what you mean," Yugi said. "I've seen some before, and I couldn't read it, but I saw some familiar pictures."
"Anyway," Sakkira said quickly, changing the subject, "I'll be right back. Daddy!" she yelled, once she was inside. Yugi stayed outside.
A few moments later, she returned, carrying a bag with an assortment of Egyptian writings on it. "Daddy said I could come."
"What does the bag say?" Yugi asked in pure curiosity.
"It's a legend; I'll read it to you later." (A/N: Yes, she can read them better than her father. What do you expect, she's the reincarnation of a priestess.) "By the way, who is your big brother?"
"Er," Yugi stammered. "Well, actually... I don't have one. Yami and I just felt the tug of your Millennium item, and we needed to see it. So we kind of had to lie to get you to show us..." he said, embarrassed.
Sakkira laughed. "Oh, that's funny," she said. "But, don't feel bad. I understand why you had to do it. I woulda done it too," she added, smiling and pointing at herself. Yugi smiled, relieved. This girl was exactly what he'd hoped she would be.
---------------------------( (o) )----------------------------- At Yugi's house....
Sakkira unpacked a few of her things to show Yugi, many of them being artifacts. Probably little 'tomb trinkets', as she called them, Yugi thought. She smiled at him and sat down on his bed, beginning to brush her hair.
"Hey, Sakkira," Yugi began, looking at his new friend, "how did you get those highlights?"
"Oh, these?" Sakkira said, fingering the cerulean hair that stood straight up in a mohawk whenever her yami took over. "Ancient dye recipe. I was the guinea pig. Fortunately for Daddy, I liked it."
"Yeah." Yugi smiled, opening his drawer and getting out his pajamas. "We need to go to sleep early tonight, because tomorrow, you will be going to my school."
"Oh yeah, that's right," Sakkira said, coming out of her reverie. "Where am I sleeping?"
"Um...." Yugi thought for a moment. "Whenever my mother visits, Grandpa has a room downstairs for her. I guess he'll let you use it," he said.
"Okay then," Sakkira replied simply. "I'm going to ask him. Good night."
"Good night, Sakkira."
Sakkira opened the door. The hallway was dark, but fortunately her roaming hand found the light and turned it on. She came into the kitchen, where she found Sugoroku raiding the fridge. She stood there for a moment, waiting for him to notice her. No such luck. Finally she interrupted. "Sugoroku- san?"
His head popped out of the refrigerator and he smiled when he recognized her. "Oh, hello, Sakkira. You need anything?" he asked, and Sakkira noticed the lightning-shaped bangs in the front of his gray head of hair. Must run in the family, she thought.
"Only a place to sleep, Sugoroku-san."
"There's a room right down the hall, near Yugi's," he replied. "Let me show you."
Sugoroku led her into the room. It was next foor to Yugi's bedroom, and it was small and comfortable. The carpeting was lush and a sandy color, and the walls were white. There were artifacts all over the desks and nightstands. "Sorry about all the Egyptian stuff," he said. "These are the things that the museum didn't want, and so I got them."
"Oh, that's quite alright," she assured him. "Didn't Yugi tell you? I'm from Egypt," she said, revealing her Millennium Brace. "Yugi said this thing was special, and I believe him. You have got to see it!"
Sugoroku was quiet, staring at the Brace. "Another Item...." he said quietly. "It's silver! How rare!" He looked around the room. "I guess you won't mind these things, huh...."
"No, of course not," she replied, "the real question is, will you mind it if I put my 'trinkets' in here for now?" She showed him her heiroglyphics- emblazoned bag. When his eyebrows raised, she went inside and sat on the bed. "Come look." She undid the zipper, and showed him the contents; among them were gems and jewelry the likes of which the museum would have absolutely loved. "Being an archaeologist's daughter has its perks, huh? I brought these to show Yugi," she added. "He looked interested."
"I see why," Sugoroku said, amazed at the beautiful treasures. "Are those pharaoh's jewels?"
"Some are, most are not," she said. "We found this one in the tomb of a nameless pharaoh, the same one they found my Brace in." She raised up a small statuette of someone who looked suspiciously like Yami. "It's a rare find, the pharaoh's likeness. Many of them were stolen by tomb robbers, and the mummy was never found. But there were about seven of these, and I got hold of one."
"Wow," Sugoroku said. "That looks like Yami." She nodded. "Well, better go. Good night."
"Good night, Sugoroku-san."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ergh.... I must have been really tired when I wrote all this, because it is REALLY boring once she gets to Yugi's house.
Bradcorh: It's just unoriginal, mistress.
Gee, thanks, Bradcorh.
Bradcorh: ^_^'
....Anyway, review peoples! And remember, the next chapter will probably take longer to write! 'Kay, bye!
Bradcorh: That's okay mistress, I'll help you some up with ideas.
Aww, thak you Bradcorh. Isn't he sweet everyone? *hugs Bradcorh*
Bradcorh: *uncomfortable at first, but then begins to like his mistress' warm embrace* ^_^
Alright then. *releases Bradcorh* Let's do this. *puts on construction helmet* Dare I?
Bradcorh: DO IT!
*looks charged up* OKAY! LET'S GO!!!! *sits down calmly and types*
---------------------------( (o) )----------------------------- *Back to third person, rewound a little*
Yami frowned, concentrating on the Brace. Sakkira sat very still, contemplating the feelings that ran through her like quicksilver. They were not hers. Whose were they? The pharaoh's?
Suddenly it was like a wall in her mind just.... fell. There was something else, no someone else inhabiting her mind! How long had this person been there?
She thought, well, if there's a person here, why not speak to it?
\...Hello?\ It worked. She felt the part of her mind shared by the other person stir, just a little, and then she felt it. A blur of thoughts, and emotions, fear, confusion... it went on and on. The other person paused, and then tried to reply.
/Huh....?/
Sakkira noted the sound of the mind-voice. it's a she! she thought, her mind working furiously. Am I like that kid who turned into the pharaoh?
Suddenly she felt an electric shock go through her body. She didn't see the physical change, but Yami saw that her cerulaen highlights flared up and became a semi-mohawk among the ebony hair that hung down in her face. The Red Eyes tattoo disappeared, to be replaced with a different tattoo, one of the crook and flail of Osiris. This tattoo was burned into the skin over her collarbone, and it meant that she was forever in the service of her pharaoh. Her skin became the slightest bit darker, and her eyes, which were already unusual, seemed to become negative. The main red part of her irises became yellow, while the formerly yellow specks became red. Lastly, as her eyes closed and the spirit of the Brace took total control, Yami noticed that the Eye on her Brace had become an English S. How odd....
Sakkira, confused, tried to talk to her with the mind link again. \Can I have my body back?\
The other didn't seem to understand what she meant. But, somehow, she couldn't move. Someone else was controlling her! Was the pharaoh doing it? Or was it this mysterious other who shared her mind?
/I don't know how to give it back./ An honest answer. The spirit learned that she was in control now, and opened her eyes. She squinted at Yami for a moment, and then screwed her eyes shut in pain. She wailed out loud, something about how the light got much too bright, and Yami put a hand on her shoulder and comforted her. She stilled, although her hands remained over her face and her lips were drawn back in a grimace. "Keep your eyes closed," he said softly, as she calmed down. "You will get used to it."
(A/N: I know, this paragraph was extremely confusing and thrown back and forth from points of view, but I had to do it in order to show how confusing it felt for Yami, Nakte and Sakkira. Especially Sakkira.)
After a few moments, she slowly drew her hands back and opened her eyes cautiously. The first thing she did with her borrowed body was look around, and then she looked at Yami. She spoke. "Where.... are we?"
"This is called Domino. The nation is called Japan." Yami was calm, as if nothing especially strange had happened.
"I knew I wasn't in Egypt! Why have I left the banks of the Nile, Pharaoh- sama? Was I summoned?" Nakte asked, staring at the pharaoh even though age- old instincts scraemed at her to cast her gaze elsewhere. She knew, however, that he had no memory of her insubordination at the moment.
"Nakte..." Yami said quietly, looking almost sad as he stared back at the bi-colored priestess. (A/N: Yes, that is what she is.) "Five thousand years have passed. Everyone you know is dead now, and the body you are inhabiting at the moment is that of your reincarnation, Sakkira."
"REINCARNATION?!" she shrieked, scaring a bird out of its tree. "What do you mean, reincarnation?"
Before he answered, she heard the girl who was her supposed reincarnation speak again to her. \It feels like you don't know I'm here, too,\ she said quietly, as if not to disturb Nakte. \I can see everything you see, and right now you are looking at the neighbors' houses.\
/This is... confusing,/ Nakte said back to her. /I don't understand./ It was too short, Nakte felt. She probably sounded like she didn't want to know. On the contrary!
\Neither do I, but I just want you to know that if you need help with this body or anything, I can probably help you,\ the younger girl said helpfully. What was her name? She searched her mind, and it came up easily. Nakte hoped that this Sakkira girl wouldn't let her read all her thoughts....
"Nakte?" Yami said. Nakte looked back at him. "Are you talking to your hikari?"
"Hikari?" Nakte said curiously. "What's that?"
"Oh, you don't know." Yami blew a stray wisp of blond hair out of his face, and explained. "You and Sakkira are hikari and yami, better known as light and dark. You, Nakte, are her dark, and she is your light. One cannot exist without the other. So you better make friends with her, because you'll be with her from now on."
Nakte had no idea what was going on. Oddly enough, she kind of felt Sakkira's equal confusion through some kind of link they had. "Are you... like this?"
"Yes," the pharaoh said, not hesitating. "The boy you were speaking to earlier is my young hikari, and my reincarnation. His name is Yugi."
"And that is why they call you.... Yami?"
"Seems reasonable, right?" Yami asked. Nakte shrugged, glad for once that she'd forgotten almost nothing. "Although a lot of Yugi's friends just call me Yugi or 'big Yugi' even though they know. So don't always correct them when they call you Sakkira."
\I would,\ the young girl-- her hikari-- said, almost to herself.
"What... happened to my body?" Nakte asked, almost afraid to hear the answer but knowing she had to find out.
"When your soul was sealed away in the Brace," the pharaoh began, gesturing towards Nakte's arm, "you left your body behind. Perhaps your hikari's father has found you somewhere."
"They would have buried me with you, pharaoh-sama," Nakte said subtly.
"What?" It suddenly struck Yami that this woman didn't just know his title, perhaps she'd known him. And so, perhaps she could hold the key to parts of his forgotten past... He knew that some celestial force had wiped his name from her memory, but nothing could keep his image from her. She had belonged to him, and she thought she still did. "With.... me?"
"Of course, pharaoh-sama. All six of us, not including Seth's father Akunadin," she added, nearly spitting the word Akunadin. "Me, Mahado the magician, and his student Mana, that strange girl with blue eyes and white skin, Kisara... and your cousin, Seth, the high priest. Surely you remember all of them?"
"I'm sorry, I remember almost nothing." Something about the description of the priests and priestesses struck home, and he noticed something she'd said casually. Blue eyes? White skin? Was there a connection here? And Seth? A cousin of his? The name sounded so familiar....
"You mean you don't even remember your father, Akunumkanon?" Nakte said, eyes wide and a little sad. Just a little.
"My father?"
"Yes, Pharaoh-sama. He died when you were sixteen. An amazing pharaoh, that man. Nearly forty when he died. Pretty long, eh?"
Yami considered this last; Yugi had said once that he'd heard of a Middle Kingdom pharaoh named Tutankhamen who became pharaoh at nine and who died at eighteen. Yami knew that he'd "died" young, too, at least nineteen. "I guess so," was all he could manage.
"It was a sad day when Akunumkanon-sama died, because you were in Israel purchasing slaves for your father's tomb, and..." she trailed off.
It suddenly struck Yami that Nakte remembered everything. She even remembered the first letter of his name! He needed to keep track of her. "Nakte..." he said. She looked up. "Why don't you come to my house and spend the night? My hikari and yours seem to do well together." (A/N: I just noticed that I wrote "it suddenly struck Yami" twice! Ergh. -_- How original.)
"I'm not sure.... I don't know my hikari or her body all too well... but if you command me, pharaoh-sama, it will be so," she finished decidedly, getting up and trying to balance in Sakkira's high shoes. In her mind link, she asked Sakkira why she wore such footwear.
\I don't know, I just like it....\
/Well, at least you have good clothing taste, unlike most hikaris I know..../
\Er, Nakte....\ Sakkira began hesitantly, \you don't know any hikaris.\
/True, but just go along with me, alright?!/
\Okay....\
/Oh, before I forget. Pharaoh-sama requests my presence at his house./
\Just tell my father. Better yet, give me my body back.\
/I could, if I knew how..../
\Ask Yami.\
/Who?/
\The pharaoh dude.\
/Mind your mouth, commoner,/ Nakte said threateningly. Sakkira shut up.
"Pharaoh-sama...?"
"Please, call me Yami." The pharaoh was staring off into space, perhaps inwardly conversing with his hikari, too. "What do you want?" he asked, smiling at Nakte curiously.
"My hikari needs permission from her father to go to your dwelling," Nakte started. "but she needs control of her body back. And I don't know how to give it to her."
"Well, just release hold, kind of. Do you need a demonstration?" Yami asked. Nakte hesitantly nodded. "Okay then. Hold on to my arm, so you can feel it."
She obeyed -- what choice did she have? -- and she felt carefully as she got hold of his arm. Yami's brows knotted together, and then relaxed as he released control. She felt his muscles relax entirely, and then flex slightly as Yugi took control. She released his arm, and he looked at her, big, innocent purple eyes into narrowed yellow eyes.
"What happened to the pharaoh?" she asked quietly.
"He went back into the Puzzle, well, kind of. He's watching though," he added, smiling. "Did you understand how it's done?"
"Well, a little..." she trailed off again.
"Try it, you'll have to let her take control eventually," Yugi said. Nakte noted that the blonde streaks in the violet crest of hair he had were gone.
"Okay, but it might not work." Nakte paused, concentrating; she spoke to Sakkira.
/Do you think you know how to do this?/ she asked. Sakkira mentally shrugged.
\Doesn't seem hard, like waking up maybe.\
/Okay, let's try it./
Nakte relaxed, bit by bit, as Sakkira's spirit surfaced and started creeping back into control; she noticed that as she let go of the body that it felt as if she were being shoved out. She got less and less aware of Sakkira's body, and Yami saw that as the last thread of Nakte's control broke, her mohawk fell down and became mere highlights. The crook and flail on her collar disappeared, and on her arm reappeared the mighty head of the Red Eyes. The "S" on her Millennium Brace shifted back into an Eye. Her eyes had closed as Nakte surrendered control of them, and now they opened, red once again. They shifted from side to side, looking around, and stood up straighter. When Nakte had let go entirely, she had slumped, typical for a first time.
"Erghhh.... why do I feel like I got hit by a truck?"
"You are just tired from having the feeling come back all at once," Yugi replied, as if he'd done it a hundred times before. (A/N: He probably has.)
"Okay..." she said slowly, before realizing she was standing up. "You know, it probably would have been safer if that woman wouldn't have left my body standing up on a stair like this," she said sardonically.
"Nakte. Her name is Nakte," Yugi said, reminding her. Sakkira nodded.
"Well, I have to go and get my father now. I don't suppose I should tell him about my yami yet?"
"Wait until you have a lot of time to explain. He'll probably understand better than most, him being able to read a lot of heiroglyphics and stuff."
"Actually, no one really knows how to read them all that well. Daddy's like a little kid reading a book, in that he just looks at the pictures and says what it's about," she said, smiling." Seeing how the ancient Egyptians tied their entire writing system in with pictures, that makes it a whole lot easier."
"I know what you mean," Yugi said. "I've seen some before, and I couldn't read it, but I saw some familiar pictures."
"Anyway," Sakkira said quickly, changing the subject, "I'll be right back. Daddy!" she yelled, once she was inside. Yugi stayed outside.
A few moments later, she returned, carrying a bag with an assortment of Egyptian writings on it. "Daddy said I could come."
"What does the bag say?" Yugi asked in pure curiosity.
"It's a legend; I'll read it to you later." (A/N: Yes, she can read them better than her father. What do you expect, she's the reincarnation of a priestess.) "By the way, who is your big brother?"
"Er," Yugi stammered. "Well, actually... I don't have one. Yami and I just felt the tug of your Millennium item, and we needed to see it. So we kind of had to lie to get you to show us..." he said, embarrassed.
Sakkira laughed. "Oh, that's funny," she said. "But, don't feel bad. I understand why you had to do it. I woulda done it too," she added, smiling and pointing at herself. Yugi smiled, relieved. This girl was exactly what he'd hoped she would be.
---------------------------( (o) )----------------------------- At Yugi's house....
Sakkira unpacked a few of her things to show Yugi, many of them being artifacts. Probably little 'tomb trinkets', as she called them, Yugi thought. She smiled at him and sat down on his bed, beginning to brush her hair.
"Hey, Sakkira," Yugi began, looking at his new friend, "how did you get those highlights?"
"Oh, these?" Sakkira said, fingering the cerulean hair that stood straight up in a mohawk whenever her yami took over. "Ancient dye recipe. I was the guinea pig. Fortunately for Daddy, I liked it."
"Yeah." Yugi smiled, opening his drawer and getting out his pajamas. "We need to go to sleep early tonight, because tomorrow, you will be going to my school."
"Oh yeah, that's right," Sakkira said, coming out of her reverie. "Where am I sleeping?"
"Um...." Yugi thought for a moment. "Whenever my mother visits, Grandpa has a room downstairs for her. I guess he'll let you use it," he said.
"Okay then," Sakkira replied simply. "I'm going to ask him. Good night."
"Good night, Sakkira."
Sakkira opened the door. The hallway was dark, but fortunately her roaming hand found the light and turned it on. She came into the kitchen, where she found Sugoroku raiding the fridge. She stood there for a moment, waiting for him to notice her. No such luck. Finally she interrupted. "Sugoroku- san?"
His head popped out of the refrigerator and he smiled when he recognized her. "Oh, hello, Sakkira. You need anything?" he asked, and Sakkira noticed the lightning-shaped bangs in the front of his gray head of hair. Must run in the family, she thought.
"Only a place to sleep, Sugoroku-san."
"There's a room right down the hall, near Yugi's," he replied. "Let me show you."
Sugoroku led her into the room. It was next foor to Yugi's bedroom, and it was small and comfortable. The carpeting was lush and a sandy color, and the walls were white. There were artifacts all over the desks and nightstands. "Sorry about all the Egyptian stuff," he said. "These are the things that the museum didn't want, and so I got them."
"Oh, that's quite alright," she assured him. "Didn't Yugi tell you? I'm from Egypt," she said, revealing her Millennium Brace. "Yugi said this thing was special, and I believe him. You have got to see it!"
Sugoroku was quiet, staring at the Brace. "Another Item...." he said quietly. "It's silver! How rare!" He looked around the room. "I guess you won't mind these things, huh...."
"No, of course not," she replied, "the real question is, will you mind it if I put my 'trinkets' in here for now?" She showed him her heiroglyphics- emblazoned bag. When his eyebrows raised, she went inside and sat on the bed. "Come look." She undid the zipper, and showed him the contents; among them were gems and jewelry the likes of which the museum would have absolutely loved. "Being an archaeologist's daughter has its perks, huh? I brought these to show Yugi," she added. "He looked interested."
"I see why," Sugoroku said, amazed at the beautiful treasures. "Are those pharaoh's jewels?"
"Some are, most are not," she said. "We found this one in the tomb of a nameless pharaoh, the same one they found my Brace in." She raised up a small statuette of someone who looked suspiciously like Yami. "It's a rare find, the pharaoh's likeness. Many of them were stolen by tomb robbers, and the mummy was never found. But there were about seven of these, and I got hold of one."
"Wow," Sugoroku said. "That looks like Yami." She nodded. "Well, better go. Good night."
"Good night, Sugoroku-san."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ergh.... I must have been really tired when I wrote all this, because it is REALLY boring once she gets to Yugi's house.
Bradcorh: It's just unoriginal, mistress.
Gee, thanks, Bradcorh.
Bradcorh: ^_^'
....Anyway, review peoples! And remember, the next chapter will probably take longer to write! 'Kay, bye!