MEMOIRS OF A CONCUBINE
Author's note: A big THANK YOU goes out to those very special individuals (You know who you are), who have read and politely reviewed this story. This particular chappie, and the several following were inspired by a song from the group Evanescence entitled "Going Under". As you read on you'll see why.
As always, I don't own YGO or any of the characters in the manga or anime series. ENJOY! Plz R &R ----Thanks!
Last night I spent alone in my own chambers. I wasn't alone the entire time as Yami was with me for a potion of it----that is until a servant came
pounding on my door to inform Yami that Iris was experiencing a fit of panic and was crying for him. Pathetic woman! This isn't the first time which she has attempted this. I'm sure it's just another one of her countless ploys for attention or simply a pitiful attempt to win the Pharaoh's favor. Yet, being the noble man that he is, Yami left me to answer the cries of his first concubine. So unbefitting for a Pharaoh----- I thought. Seething with extreme jealousy, I forced myself back to sleep. Soon after I did, I had the most alarming dream..........
My dream was so vivid, yet so dark in nature. It was a world shrouded in a deep violet haze of unintelligible whispers. One voice I could understand quite clearly though------the voice of my deceased grandmother! "Now I will tell you what I've done for you.....fifty thousand tears I've cried." Her spirit had returned to me-----so terribly distressed and teeming with regret. "What have I done my dear grandmother?" I asked. "It's not what YOU have done my precious Neferure, it's what I have done." "But my dear grandmother", I replied. "I am well aware of how you acquired your education ant the expense of Pharaoh Thutmosis's tomb." I shuddered as I spoke those words knowing my increasing love for Yami and the and realizing the possible consequences if this information ever reached his ears! "Yes Neferure", my grandmother sadly replied. "All the treasures of the Pharaoh's tomb weren't enough to satisfy him-----he desired more." What could possibly be worth more than the Pharaoh's treasures? I wondered. Then to my great horror, a pair of chains and shackles appeared from nowhere and tightly bound my grandmother's wrists! At the other end of the chains was a hooded figure of a man. I witnessed him slowly pulling my beloved grandmother closer and closer to himself. "No! Stop!", I cried out-----flailing my arms about in sheer panic. There was nothing I could do. I faintly heard my grandmother pleading and bargaining with the dark stranger to persuade him to stop. To my utter relief he finally did. However, no sooner than I blinked the same shackles which had bound my grandmother's slender wrists were now bound to mine!!! Completely terror stricken, I franticly jostled and tugged at the chains in a feeble attempt to fee myself, but the stranger would simply tighten his grip and continue to draw me into himself-------laughing all the while. Just then Yami appeared in my dream. I desperately cried out for him to save me, but his face was laden with sheer judgment and disappointment. He only shook his head and turned his back towards me! "Yami! Yami!" I cried. "Please don't be angry with me-----it wasn't my fault!" "Yami?!" sneered the sinister stranger. "Oh he is no longer your concern for you belong to me now-----body and soul!" His evil laughter was a stabbing pain in my ears. As he lifted his head to reveal his face, I abruptly awoke.
My pillow was drenched with my sweat and tears. My heart could not stop racing. It was as if an invisible weight had been crushing down upon my chest------preventing me from taking another breath. I finally wrestled free from the entanglements of my bed coverings and discovered that the curtains to my balcony window were drawn wide open! Fear gripped my heart once again. I did not cry out as a poor child cries out for it's mother for I had no one. Betrayed by my own grandmother and rejected by my beloved Pharaoh-------never in my entire life have I ever felt so vulnerable and alone.
Author's note: A big THANK YOU goes out to those very special individuals (You know who you are), who have read and politely reviewed this story. This particular chappie, and the several following were inspired by a song from the group Evanescence entitled "Going Under". As you read on you'll see why.
As always, I don't own YGO or any of the characters in the manga or anime series. ENJOY! Plz R &R ----Thanks!
Last night I spent alone in my own chambers. I wasn't alone the entire time as Yami was with me for a potion of it----that is until a servant came
pounding on my door to inform Yami that Iris was experiencing a fit of panic and was crying for him. Pathetic woman! This isn't the first time which she has attempted this. I'm sure it's just another one of her countless ploys for attention or simply a pitiful attempt to win the Pharaoh's favor. Yet, being the noble man that he is, Yami left me to answer the cries of his first concubine. So unbefitting for a Pharaoh----- I thought. Seething with extreme jealousy, I forced myself back to sleep. Soon after I did, I had the most alarming dream..........
My dream was so vivid, yet so dark in nature. It was a world shrouded in a deep violet haze of unintelligible whispers. One voice I could understand quite clearly though------the voice of my deceased grandmother! "Now I will tell you what I've done for you.....fifty thousand tears I've cried." Her spirit had returned to me-----so terribly distressed and teeming with regret. "What have I done my dear grandmother?" I asked. "It's not what YOU have done my precious Neferure, it's what I have done." "But my dear grandmother", I replied. "I am well aware of how you acquired your education ant the expense of Pharaoh Thutmosis's tomb." I shuddered as I spoke those words knowing my increasing love for Yami and the and realizing the possible consequences if this information ever reached his ears! "Yes Neferure", my grandmother sadly replied. "All the treasures of the Pharaoh's tomb weren't enough to satisfy him-----he desired more." What could possibly be worth more than the Pharaoh's treasures? I wondered. Then to my great horror, a pair of chains and shackles appeared from nowhere and tightly bound my grandmother's wrists! At the other end of the chains was a hooded figure of a man. I witnessed him slowly pulling my beloved grandmother closer and closer to himself. "No! Stop!", I cried out-----flailing my arms about in sheer panic. There was nothing I could do. I faintly heard my grandmother pleading and bargaining with the dark stranger to persuade him to stop. To my utter relief he finally did. However, no sooner than I blinked the same shackles which had bound my grandmother's slender wrists were now bound to mine!!! Completely terror stricken, I franticly jostled and tugged at the chains in a feeble attempt to fee myself, but the stranger would simply tighten his grip and continue to draw me into himself-------laughing all the while. Just then Yami appeared in my dream. I desperately cried out for him to save me, but his face was laden with sheer judgment and disappointment. He only shook his head and turned his back towards me! "Yami! Yami!" I cried. "Please don't be angry with me-----it wasn't my fault!" "Yami?!" sneered the sinister stranger. "Oh he is no longer your concern for you belong to me now-----body and soul!" His evil laughter was a stabbing pain in my ears. As he lifted his head to reveal his face, I abruptly awoke.
My pillow was drenched with my sweat and tears. My heart could not stop racing. It was as if an invisible weight had been crushing down upon my chest------preventing me from taking another breath. I finally wrestled free from the entanglements of my bed coverings and discovered that the curtains to my balcony window were drawn wide open! Fear gripped my heart once again. I did not cry out as a poor child cries out for it's mother for I had no one. Betrayed by my own grandmother and rejected by my beloved Pharaoh-------never in my entire life have I ever felt so vulnerable and alone.