Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Someday I will though. *evil laugh*
HA HA HA HA HA!!!!! Okay, I'm done.
I'm SO sorry that it's taking me so long to update my fics! But summer's coming, and with all the free time I'll probably be able to update faster. Only about one more week.
I'm really glad that I have some steady readers. Or at least one. I hope you're still reading my story, MoonbeamMarik, since I haven't updated for weeks. (I had to shorten your name, it's long.) No, of course you aren't being annoying, I love to hear from my readers. My e-mail address should be in my FanFiction user description thing. Are you registered yet? Let me know in a review, or e-mail me, and make sure you let me know who you are.
So, to whatever readers I still have, here's the next chapter!
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Over the years they ruled together, Aislin and Yami grew very close. Yami's father stepped down from the Egyptian throne just after Yami's wedding ceremony, so Yami began ruling Egypt very soon. He and Aislin ruled Egypt for ten years. Then they discovered that Aislin was going to have a child.
Yami was overjoyed, yet a lingering fear hung over him. He didn't know what this child might bring to Aislin, but whatever it was, he knew he didn't want it to come.
Of course, Yami wanted an heir. Son or daughter, he would love the child, and bring him or her up to take the throne when he was gone. But this uneasy feeling didn't leave him. Yami told nothing of this feeling to his wife.
Late one night, not long after they had first found out that Aislin was to have her child, Yami had a premonition. Only a year or so in the future, he still ruled Egypt, with his small child. But Aislin was not by his side, as always. There was an air of sadness all around the palace. Something was missing, terribly wrong. The pharaoh kept this quiet as well.
Nine months later, Yami paced the hall outside his wife's room nervously, holding his hands to his head. How he hated to hear her screams of pain!
Inside the room were three female nurses. It was wrong for any man to be inside the room, which was why Yami was to be found outside the room, stalking back and forth, half angrily, half anxiously, his wife's voice ringing in his ears.
Suddenly the cries of Aislin ceased, with one last shriek of, "Yami!" and ended in a shuddering gasp. One nurse cried out. A few minutes passed, and Yami paced faster, wringing his hands, waiting for someone to come out.
Two of the ladies emerged, leaving one in the room. One of the two nurses had tears streaming down her cheeks.
Yami ran up to them. "Well?" he cried. Then he composed himself. Taking a deep breath, he began again, "Well? What has happened?"
Looking at the floor by the pharaoh's feet, the nurse who wasn't crying said, "You have a son Pharaoh, a fine healthy boy."
Yami relaxed a bit. At least the child was all right. But that meant. . .
"And Aislin? How is Aislin?" Yami did not like the looks on these women's faces.
"I am afraid that. . .that Queen Aislin did not survive the childbirth." She continued to stare at Yami's feet. The second nurse sobbed harder.
Yami couldn't believe it. His Aislin. . .his beloved Aislin. . .she couldn't be. . .
"May I go in?" he stammered, forgetting his authority.
The two nurses stepped aside for Yami to enter. The nurse still in the room was holding Yami's newborn son, standing over her dead queen's bed. When Yami entered, she started for the door. Before she left, Yami gave the boy who had cost his mother's life a gentle kiss. Then he knelt by Aislin's bedside.
She looked quite peaceful, as if she were only asleep, almost as if Yami could just give her a vigorous shake and she would awaken, like every other day. But then he picked up her hand, and though still warm, he could feel her growing colder and paler every moment. Then he broke down.
"Aislin. . .oh Ra. . ." The young pharaoh sobbed as he kissed his wife's hand, and laid his head on her bedside to weep.
For one fleeting moment, Yami could hear Aislin's voice echoing throughout the room, or perhaps only in the chambers of his own mind, calling out, "Yami. . .my love. . .farewell. . ."
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Aw, sad. *tear* My friend would call it 'fluff.' I love dramatic death scenes. :-) Actually, I don't like the way this chapter turned out. It's really short, and while writing it, I couldn't decide how she should die. Oh well. Don't get mad at me for killing her off. It was kind of necessary for the storyline. Oh, and this is the last chapter placed in ancient Egypt. Okay, now there's the new chapter. Review, people, onegai?
Ja!
I'm SO sorry that it's taking me so long to update my fics! But summer's coming, and with all the free time I'll probably be able to update faster. Only about one more week.
I'm really glad that I have some steady readers. Or at least one. I hope you're still reading my story, MoonbeamMarik, since I haven't updated for weeks. (I had to shorten your name, it's long.) No, of course you aren't being annoying, I love to hear from my readers. My e-mail address should be in my FanFiction user description thing. Are you registered yet? Let me know in a review, or e-mail me, and make sure you let me know who you are.
So, to whatever readers I still have, here's the next chapter!
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Over the years they ruled together, Aislin and Yami grew very close. Yami's father stepped down from the Egyptian throne just after Yami's wedding ceremony, so Yami began ruling Egypt very soon. He and Aislin ruled Egypt for ten years. Then they discovered that Aislin was going to have a child.
Yami was overjoyed, yet a lingering fear hung over him. He didn't know what this child might bring to Aislin, but whatever it was, he knew he didn't want it to come.
Of course, Yami wanted an heir. Son or daughter, he would love the child, and bring him or her up to take the throne when he was gone. But this uneasy feeling didn't leave him. Yami told nothing of this feeling to his wife.
Late one night, not long after they had first found out that Aislin was to have her child, Yami had a premonition. Only a year or so in the future, he still ruled Egypt, with his small child. But Aislin was not by his side, as always. There was an air of sadness all around the palace. Something was missing, terribly wrong. The pharaoh kept this quiet as well.
Nine months later, Yami paced the hall outside his wife's room nervously, holding his hands to his head. How he hated to hear her screams of pain!
Inside the room were three female nurses. It was wrong for any man to be inside the room, which was why Yami was to be found outside the room, stalking back and forth, half angrily, half anxiously, his wife's voice ringing in his ears.
Suddenly the cries of Aislin ceased, with one last shriek of, "Yami!" and ended in a shuddering gasp. One nurse cried out. A few minutes passed, and Yami paced faster, wringing his hands, waiting for someone to come out.
Two of the ladies emerged, leaving one in the room. One of the two nurses had tears streaming down her cheeks.
Yami ran up to them. "Well?" he cried. Then he composed himself. Taking a deep breath, he began again, "Well? What has happened?"
Looking at the floor by the pharaoh's feet, the nurse who wasn't crying said, "You have a son Pharaoh, a fine healthy boy."
Yami relaxed a bit. At least the child was all right. But that meant. . .
"And Aislin? How is Aislin?" Yami did not like the looks on these women's faces.
"I am afraid that. . .that Queen Aislin did not survive the childbirth." She continued to stare at Yami's feet. The second nurse sobbed harder.
Yami couldn't believe it. His Aislin. . .his beloved Aislin. . .she couldn't be. . .
"May I go in?" he stammered, forgetting his authority.
The two nurses stepped aside for Yami to enter. The nurse still in the room was holding Yami's newborn son, standing over her dead queen's bed. When Yami entered, she started for the door. Before she left, Yami gave the boy who had cost his mother's life a gentle kiss. Then he knelt by Aislin's bedside.
She looked quite peaceful, as if she were only asleep, almost as if Yami could just give her a vigorous shake and she would awaken, like every other day. But then he picked up her hand, and though still warm, he could feel her growing colder and paler every moment. Then he broke down.
"Aislin. . .oh Ra. . ." The young pharaoh sobbed as he kissed his wife's hand, and laid his head on her bedside to weep.
For one fleeting moment, Yami could hear Aislin's voice echoing throughout the room, or perhaps only in the chambers of his own mind, calling out, "Yami. . .my love. . .farewell. . ."
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Aw, sad. *tear* My friend would call it 'fluff.' I love dramatic death scenes. :-) Actually, I don't like the way this chapter turned out. It's really short, and while writing it, I couldn't decide how she should die. Oh well. Don't get mad at me for killing her off. It was kind of necessary for the storyline. Oh, and this is the last chapter placed in ancient Egypt. Okay, now there's the new chapter. Review, people, onegai?
Ja!