Bound
Chapter Two
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Anzu spun around in a slow circle, examining her surroundings. She had just been brought to her new quarters and to her slight -- and unexpected -- disappointment, Bakura hadn't been brought with her. He'd been showed off in the opposite direction. He had whispered that he would see her again before allowing his captors to lead him down the hall and out of her sight.
She, along with one other girl a few years older than her, had been escorted to a very colorful and exotic chamber with an inground bathing pool in the middle of the room. Anzu eyed the glistening water hungrily. She hadn't bathed in a few weeks and longed to feel the pure liquid washing away her filthiness. There were pillows strewn across the floor and mirrors lined the walls. Anzu got the sudden image in her mind of a Sultan's harem. Her eyes widened in alarm.
She turned to a lady who passed her and asked quickly, "Is this a... h-harem?"
The older lady smiled politely. "Only some of us are concubines. The rest of us are dancers for the court." Anzu felt her stomach drop to the pit of her stomach with a sickening dud. She was to be a whore. Either that or an exotic dancer. She had no experience in either of the fields and now wished that she had been chosen to work outside on the temples. Anzu felt faint as a loud ringing sounded in her ears. Her shoulder-length, brown hair swayed around her head as she leaned on the lady for support.
"Are you alright, hun?" the lady asked hesitantly. Anzu nodded dizzily. The lady led her to a larger pillow and sat her down on it. Anzu shook her head of the fuzziness it withheld.
"I'm terribly sorry," Anzu said with a thanks to the older, yet still beautiful lady. She had waist-length, blonde hair and large, grey eyes. She smiled, the smile reaching all the way up to her eyes in a sincere manner.
"It's quite alright. The new girls usually don't take it too well. I know I didn't when I was first brought here. I'm Mahalah (muh-HAW-luh), by the way."
"I'm... Anzu," she replied quietly.
"Forgive me for asking, but is your flower still intact?" Mahalah asked gently. Anzu tilted her head in confusion before realization dawned on her. She nodded unsure. "Well then," Mahalah continued, "You're safe. The virgins are the dancers."
Anzu hid her surprise well. She felt immense relief, however. She didn't favor exotic dancing, but she would take it against being a concubine anyday. She shifted uncomfortably. She had never had any dance experience except for the minimal amount of ceremonies she did in her home village before she was captured. Mahalah seemed to sense her fears and laughed lightly.
"Do not worry. Most new girls have no experience either. You'll learn quick. I haven't been a dancer in seven years myself, but if memory serves, it's mostly just how you rotate your hips and wrists," she ended with a wink. Anzu took her implication to mean that she had been a concubine for a nobleman for the past seven years. The lady was very nice and warmed up to Anzu, so she took her chance to ask a few questions of Mahalah while she had someone confiding to talk to.
"Then you are a concubine?" Anzu asked hesitantly. Mahalah seemed not to care about her curiosity and nodded.
"Yes," she began, "I was the concubine of Lord Otogi for the past five years, but he is betrothed to the Lady Shizuka now. He was a very nice master and he and Lady Shizuka are a love match. Would you imagine that? So rare these days. Anyway, now I don't belong to anybody, but am just picked out every now and then by random courtsmen."
Anzu nodded in comprehension, piecing together the blonde's long statement. "I hate to be a pest, but could you... what I mean to ask is, would you..."
Mahalah's eyes showed realization. "Show you the ropes? Why certainly, my dear!" She laughed and looped her arm through Anzu's.
"Now first I'll tell you about the girls," she started, waving her free hand at the surrounding concubines and dancers. "We're all like sisters here except for one." She dropped her voice to a whisper. She pointed to a lady with shoulder-length, black hair and startling, green eyes. She stood with a rigid back, glaring at the other girls near her. "That is Teneia (teh-NEE-uh). She thinks she is Ra's gift because she's the Great Pharaoh's favorite one... for now anyway." She stuck her tongue out at the raven-haired lady who didn't notice. Raising her voice back up to its full volume, she continued, "Now. The courtsmen know which of us are concubines and which aren't, so you don't have to worry about being called upon. That's not to say that they won't try something when they're drunk however. If they do, just yell for a guard. I'll tell you about the High Courtsmen, so you'll know who is who when you're dancing.
"The Pharaoh is obviously the one on the throne," she joked and Anzu smiled, "Most of the court is unimportant and you needn't pay any special attention to any of them but a few. There's a blond man who is the Pharaoh's best friend. He is the only one who can address him informally; that's Lord Jounouchi. His sister is the Lady Shizuka I was telling you about. She has long, reddish-brown hair. She's your age, I think. Anyway, Lord Jounouchi grew up as the Pharaoh's childhood friend, I believe. Lady Shizuka's fiancee, Lord Otogi, is the Pharaoh's first cousin. He oversees the servants most of the time. You probably saw him when you came in -- he has long, black hair pulled back." Anzu nodded and Mahalah continued. "There's a blonde woman with violet eyes who you'll see sometimes. She's not even fully Egyptian, but Lord Jounouchi is in love with her, so that pretty much pulls her up to status. She's the Lady Mai.
You'll also see a few of the templekeepers sometimes. The High Priest, he has brown hair and blue eyes, is Seto. He's really mean, just avoid him if you can. The High Priestess is really kind -- she's also the only person High Priest Seto is nice to -- and that's Isis. Then there's one more who kind of oversees the temple proceedings who is the Overseer Shaadi. I think that pretty much does it!"
Anzu's head spun, trying to remember the names and descriptions, but Mahalah laughed and patted her on the back. "Don't worry, you'll get it."
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Bakura sauntered into the temple behind the High Priestess Isis. Her white gown flowed behind her and her ebony hair shined in the mid-morning sunlight like an angel. The few other slaves with Bakura and Isis stared at the many statues of the gods in awe, some murmuring prayers. Bakura's eyes, however, zoomed straight in on the seven golden objects laying out on a display table, guarded by four men. He felt his mouth water at the sight of the shining prizes and flexed his fingers as if to feel their texture on his fingertips.
He stifled a gasp as his eyes landed on the second to the middle piece -- a necklace shaped like a large ring with five pointed arrows. His eyes narrowed in anger. He clearly recognized that piece. It was one of the pieces of his treasure that had been stolen from him! Imagine -- someone daring to steal from the king of thieves! That nickname hadn't been given to him for any old reason. The very reminder of his bad luck made his blood boil. He resumed his outward appearance of indifference though. No need to give the High Priestess any cause for suspicion.
Looking back at the ring again, he now knew that he had once held a very special, very important work of art. These seven objects were guarded almost as much as the Pharaoh himself; they must be extremely important. He would have to get that ring back. He couldn't explain it, but when he had once possessed it, he felt drawn to it. He kept it around his neck at all times... except that one fateful eve when he had taken it off to bathe. So help him Ra, if he got it back, it would never leave his neck again!
"You will each be expected to keep the temple very clean as this is where the Great Pharaoh, himself, worships," Isis said, interrupting his thoughts. He raised an eyebrow at her.
"What do we look like -- women?" he asked haughtily. She gave him a severe look of disapproval before continuing. Her voice eluded him, however, when his gaze drew itself back to the seven, glorious items on the stone table. He examined each of them hungrily, now vowing that he would obtain all seven of them. The ring which was no longer on the chain he had worn it on around his neck, that pyramid-shaped one, the scale, that sharp rod-looking one, that other necklace, the strange eyeball, and the ankh. He would have to get them all! They would be worth a fortune, it was obvious. He wondered what could be so special about them that they would be guarded so heavily.
"Sister, High Priest Seto calls for your assistance," a voice once again broke into Bakura's thoughts. He reluctantly tore his eyes away from the seven items. He gasped audibly at the blond boy speaking to the High Priestess.
"You!" Bakura shouted. "It's you, the thief who took my treasure!"
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Anzu stared at the clothing given to her by Mahalah. "They are lovely undergarments. Where are the clothing I will wear over them?" Anzu asked innocently.
Mahalah seemed to hesitate before smiling. "That is all of your clothing for dancing, dear. Aren't they beautiful though? I just knew that the dark blue and gold trim would bring out your gorgeous eyes," Mahalah complimented, trying to take Anzu's mind off of her minimal clothing. She held a silk, dark blue, shiny top which had cloth over one shoulder and cut off just below her bosom. Her bottomwear was also minimal, it being also dark blue and shiny and ending just below her behind. She had golden anklets and wrist bracelets which jingled and yet more jingly jewels along the trim of her skirt and top. Anzu snorted disdainfully and quickly shrugged out of her dirty clothing in order to bathe.
She moaned in delight as the warm, crystalline water made contact with her filthy skin. She almost cried, she was so happy to finally bathe. She jumped in surprise as Mahalah slid into the bathing pool next to her. She suddenly felt quite self-conscious. She had never bathed with another person, let alone another woman. Mahalah sensed her tension and shrugged apologetically.
"It's hard to get used to, but when there's only one pool, it's all you can do."
Anzu nodded. "Sorry, I didn't mean to seem rude. It's just... this is all so new to me."
Mahalah smiled sympathetically. "I know it is. But I have to tell you, you're dancing tonight."
"Already?! But I just got here!" Anzu cried in dismay. Mahalah patted her hand reassuringly.
"You'll do just fine. Just try to steer clear of Teneia. She's also dancing tonight, but that's a good thing, too. The Pharaoh and his servants will probably be paying attention to her since she's his 'favorite.' You'll have time to get some practice in."
Anzu nodded and stood, deep in thought. She absently reached for one of the fluffy, cotton towels. She quickly dried herself off and slipped on her clothing. The silk felt nice against her freshly cleansed skin, but she felt so bare. Mahalah clapped her hands gleefully and ooh'd over Anzu.
"Oh, you look beautiful! We need to add some make-up though to make you the star." Anzu sat patiently as the older woman applied blue kohl paint around her eyes and colored in her lips with red coal paint. She stood and examined herself in one of the numerous mirrors lining the wall, her body jewels jangling as she walked. She spared a glance at Teneia who was decked out in lime green clothing, hers being a small piece of clothing, just enough to cover her breasts, and a knee-length skirt which was cut diagonally so that it only covered down to the top of her thigh on one of her legs. Teneia sneered back at Anzu.
"Oh, ignore that bitch. You look great and you'll be fine tonight!" Mahalah said supportively, ushering Anzu out of the door and towards the courtroom. Anzu fell into step behind Teneia and the three other girls, imitating their seductive walks. The guards outside of the courtroom doors looked up as they heard the jingling of the girls' jewels coming up the hall. Anzu could see, even from their distance, that the guards were practically drooling and they scrambled to open the doors for the five girls.
As soon as they entered the courtroom, all eyes were on them. Teneia started to sway seductively, the other three girls following in her lead. Anzu did her best to imitate them. One of the younger girls smiled reassuringly at her before dancing off in the opposite direction. Anzu turned and swayed, becoming mesmerized by the sound of her jingling. She closed her eyes and twirled, twisting her hands above her head. She smiled to herself. This isn't so hard afterall! she thought to herself.
Her eyes scanned the room, landing on all of the people Mahalah had described to her: Otogi, Shizuka, Mai, Jounouchi... and the Pharaoh. Her steps faltered as she gazed into his eyes. He was so gorgeous... and young! He couldn't have been more than two years older than her. He sat in a casual manner, leaning back in his throne as a servant girl held a platter of grapes to him. He waved her away and eyed Teneia. Anzu struggled to hold in the urge to roll her eyes. Teneia approached the throne and licked her finger suggestively before turning away.
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Yuugi let his eyes roam over the five dancing girls before stopping on one he had never seen before. His magenta orbs widened slightly as he gazed at the brunette dancing in front of Otogi and Shizuka. He leaned forward to Jounouchi.
"Jou, look at that new girl! I have not seen her before; isn't she a sight?" Yuugi exclaimed, pointing at Anzu who wasn't paying attention. Teneia, however, was and scowled at Anzu quickly before returning to her dancing.
Jounouchi shrugged. "Yeah, she's alright."
Yuugi returned his gaze to the young, blue-eyed girl and felt hypnotized by her dance. He knew that Teneia watched him, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the new dancer. She was lovely in a way which he didn't undertand. He had to know who she was.
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NEXT CHAPTER: Bakura confronts the man who stole his treasure. Mysteries about the seven items are revealed. Seto comes into play. Yuugi thinks more about the 'new dancer.' Anzu is disfavored by Teneia.
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Thanks to the few reviewers who left kind words about the story so far! I hope you're enjoying it. I'll continue to try to keep the chapters coming, but school starts on the 14th, so I am unsure as to how quickly I'll be able to write when class begins. Please continue to review and tell me what you like and dislike about this fic. Thanks for stopping by! ^^
Chapter Two
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Anzu spun around in a slow circle, examining her surroundings. She had just been brought to her new quarters and to her slight -- and unexpected -- disappointment, Bakura hadn't been brought with her. He'd been showed off in the opposite direction. He had whispered that he would see her again before allowing his captors to lead him down the hall and out of her sight.
She, along with one other girl a few years older than her, had been escorted to a very colorful and exotic chamber with an inground bathing pool in the middle of the room. Anzu eyed the glistening water hungrily. She hadn't bathed in a few weeks and longed to feel the pure liquid washing away her filthiness. There were pillows strewn across the floor and mirrors lined the walls. Anzu got the sudden image in her mind of a Sultan's harem. Her eyes widened in alarm.
She turned to a lady who passed her and asked quickly, "Is this a... h-harem?"
The older lady smiled politely. "Only some of us are concubines. The rest of us are dancers for the court." Anzu felt her stomach drop to the pit of her stomach with a sickening dud. She was to be a whore. Either that or an exotic dancer. She had no experience in either of the fields and now wished that she had been chosen to work outside on the temples. Anzu felt faint as a loud ringing sounded in her ears. Her shoulder-length, brown hair swayed around her head as she leaned on the lady for support.
"Are you alright, hun?" the lady asked hesitantly. Anzu nodded dizzily. The lady led her to a larger pillow and sat her down on it. Anzu shook her head of the fuzziness it withheld.
"I'm terribly sorry," Anzu said with a thanks to the older, yet still beautiful lady. She had waist-length, blonde hair and large, grey eyes. She smiled, the smile reaching all the way up to her eyes in a sincere manner.
"It's quite alright. The new girls usually don't take it too well. I know I didn't when I was first brought here. I'm Mahalah (muh-HAW-luh), by the way."
"I'm... Anzu," she replied quietly.
"Forgive me for asking, but is your flower still intact?" Mahalah asked gently. Anzu tilted her head in confusion before realization dawned on her. She nodded unsure. "Well then," Mahalah continued, "You're safe. The virgins are the dancers."
Anzu hid her surprise well. She felt immense relief, however. She didn't favor exotic dancing, but she would take it against being a concubine anyday. She shifted uncomfortably. She had never had any dance experience except for the minimal amount of ceremonies she did in her home village before she was captured. Mahalah seemed to sense her fears and laughed lightly.
"Do not worry. Most new girls have no experience either. You'll learn quick. I haven't been a dancer in seven years myself, but if memory serves, it's mostly just how you rotate your hips and wrists," she ended with a wink. Anzu took her implication to mean that she had been a concubine for a nobleman for the past seven years. The lady was very nice and warmed up to Anzu, so she took her chance to ask a few questions of Mahalah while she had someone confiding to talk to.
"Then you are a concubine?" Anzu asked hesitantly. Mahalah seemed not to care about her curiosity and nodded.
"Yes," she began, "I was the concubine of Lord Otogi for the past five years, but he is betrothed to the Lady Shizuka now. He was a very nice master and he and Lady Shizuka are a love match. Would you imagine that? So rare these days. Anyway, now I don't belong to anybody, but am just picked out every now and then by random courtsmen."
Anzu nodded in comprehension, piecing together the blonde's long statement. "I hate to be a pest, but could you... what I mean to ask is, would you..."
Mahalah's eyes showed realization. "Show you the ropes? Why certainly, my dear!" She laughed and looped her arm through Anzu's.
"Now first I'll tell you about the girls," she started, waving her free hand at the surrounding concubines and dancers. "We're all like sisters here except for one." She dropped her voice to a whisper. She pointed to a lady with shoulder-length, black hair and startling, green eyes. She stood with a rigid back, glaring at the other girls near her. "That is Teneia (teh-NEE-uh). She thinks she is Ra's gift because she's the Great Pharaoh's favorite one... for now anyway." She stuck her tongue out at the raven-haired lady who didn't notice. Raising her voice back up to its full volume, she continued, "Now. The courtsmen know which of us are concubines and which aren't, so you don't have to worry about being called upon. That's not to say that they won't try something when they're drunk however. If they do, just yell for a guard. I'll tell you about the High Courtsmen, so you'll know who is who when you're dancing.
"The Pharaoh is obviously the one on the throne," she joked and Anzu smiled, "Most of the court is unimportant and you needn't pay any special attention to any of them but a few. There's a blond man who is the Pharaoh's best friend. He is the only one who can address him informally; that's Lord Jounouchi. His sister is the Lady Shizuka I was telling you about. She has long, reddish-brown hair. She's your age, I think. Anyway, Lord Jounouchi grew up as the Pharaoh's childhood friend, I believe. Lady Shizuka's fiancee, Lord Otogi, is the Pharaoh's first cousin. He oversees the servants most of the time. You probably saw him when you came in -- he has long, black hair pulled back." Anzu nodded and Mahalah continued. "There's a blonde woman with violet eyes who you'll see sometimes. She's not even fully Egyptian, but Lord Jounouchi is in love with her, so that pretty much pulls her up to status. She's the Lady Mai.
You'll also see a few of the templekeepers sometimes. The High Priest, he has brown hair and blue eyes, is Seto. He's really mean, just avoid him if you can. The High Priestess is really kind -- she's also the only person High Priest Seto is nice to -- and that's Isis. Then there's one more who kind of oversees the temple proceedings who is the Overseer Shaadi. I think that pretty much does it!"
Anzu's head spun, trying to remember the names and descriptions, but Mahalah laughed and patted her on the back. "Don't worry, you'll get it."
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Bakura sauntered into the temple behind the High Priestess Isis. Her white gown flowed behind her and her ebony hair shined in the mid-morning sunlight like an angel. The few other slaves with Bakura and Isis stared at the many statues of the gods in awe, some murmuring prayers. Bakura's eyes, however, zoomed straight in on the seven golden objects laying out on a display table, guarded by four men. He felt his mouth water at the sight of the shining prizes and flexed his fingers as if to feel their texture on his fingertips.
He stifled a gasp as his eyes landed on the second to the middle piece -- a necklace shaped like a large ring with five pointed arrows. His eyes narrowed in anger. He clearly recognized that piece. It was one of the pieces of his treasure that had been stolen from him! Imagine -- someone daring to steal from the king of thieves! That nickname hadn't been given to him for any old reason. The very reminder of his bad luck made his blood boil. He resumed his outward appearance of indifference though. No need to give the High Priestess any cause for suspicion.
Looking back at the ring again, he now knew that he had once held a very special, very important work of art. These seven objects were guarded almost as much as the Pharaoh himself; they must be extremely important. He would have to get that ring back. He couldn't explain it, but when he had once possessed it, he felt drawn to it. He kept it around his neck at all times... except that one fateful eve when he had taken it off to bathe. So help him Ra, if he got it back, it would never leave his neck again!
"You will each be expected to keep the temple very clean as this is where the Great Pharaoh, himself, worships," Isis said, interrupting his thoughts. He raised an eyebrow at her.
"What do we look like -- women?" he asked haughtily. She gave him a severe look of disapproval before continuing. Her voice eluded him, however, when his gaze drew itself back to the seven, glorious items on the stone table. He examined each of them hungrily, now vowing that he would obtain all seven of them. The ring which was no longer on the chain he had worn it on around his neck, that pyramid-shaped one, the scale, that sharp rod-looking one, that other necklace, the strange eyeball, and the ankh. He would have to get them all! They would be worth a fortune, it was obvious. He wondered what could be so special about them that they would be guarded so heavily.
"Sister, High Priest Seto calls for your assistance," a voice once again broke into Bakura's thoughts. He reluctantly tore his eyes away from the seven items. He gasped audibly at the blond boy speaking to the High Priestess.
"You!" Bakura shouted. "It's you, the thief who took my treasure!"
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Anzu stared at the clothing given to her by Mahalah. "They are lovely undergarments. Where are the clothing I will wear over them?" Anzu asked innocently.
Mahalah seemed to hesitate before smiling. "That is all of your clothing for dancing, dear. Aren't they beautiful though? I just knew that the dark blue and gold trim would bring out your gorgeous eyes," Mahalah complimented, trying to take Anzu's mind off of her minimal clothing. She held a silk, dark blue, shiny top which had cloth over one shoulder and cut off just below her bosom. Her bottomwear was also minimal, it being also dark blue and shiny and ending just below her behind. She had golden anklets and wrist bracelets which jingled and yet more jingly jewels along the trim of her skirt and top. Anzu snorted disdainfully and quickly shrugged out of her dirty clothing in order to bathe.
She moaned in delight as the warm, crystalline water made contact with her filthy skin. She almost cried, she was so happy to finally bathe. She jumped in surprise as Mahalah slid into the bathing pool next to her. She suddenly felt quite self-conscious. She had never bathed with another person, let alone another woman. Mahalah sensed her tension and shrugged apologetically.
"It's hard to get used to, but when there's only one pool, it's all you can do."
Anzu nodded. "Sorry, I didn't mean to seem rude. It's just... this is all so new to me."
Mahalah smiled sympathetically. "I know it is. But I have to tell you, you're dancing tonight."
"Already?! But I just got here!" Anzu cried in dismay. Mahalah patted her hand reassuringly.
"You'll do just fine. Just try to steer clear of Teneia. She's also dancing tonight, but that's a good thing, too. The Pharaoh and his servants will probably be paying attention to her since she's his 'favorite.' You'll have time to get some practice in."
Anzu nodded and stood, deep in thought. She absently reached for one of the fluffy, cotton towels. She quickly dried herself off and slipped on her clothing. The silk felt nice against her freshly cleansed skin, but she felt so bare. Mahalah clapped her hands gleefully and ooh'd over Anzu.
"Oh, you look beautiful! We need to add some make-up though to make you the star." Anzu sat patiently as the older woman applied blue kohl paint around her eyes and colored in her lips with red coal paint. She stood and examined herself in one of the numerous mirrors lining the wall, her body jewels jangling as she walked. She spared a glance at Teneia who was decked out in lime green clothing, hers being a small piece of clothing, just enough to cover her breasts, and a knee-length skirt which was cut diagonally so that it only covered down to the top of her thigh on one of her legs. Teneia sneered back at Anzu.
"Oh, ignore that bitch. You look great and you'll be fine tonight!" Mahalah said supportively, ushering Anzu out of the door and towards the courtroom. Anzu fell into step behind Teneia and the three other girls, imitating their seductive walks. The guards outside of the courtroom doors looked up as they heard the jingling of the girls' jewels coming up the hall. Anzu could see, even from their distance, that the guards were practically drooling and they scrambled to open the doors for the five girls.
As soon as they entered the courtroom, all eyes were on them. Teneia started to sway seductively, the other three girls following in her lead. Anzu did her best to imitate them. One of the younger girls smiled reassuringly at her before dancing off in the opposite direction. Anzu turned and swayed, becoming mesmerized by the sound of her jingling. She closed her eyes and twirled, twisting her hands above her head. She smiled to herself. This isn't so hard afterall! she thought to herself.
Her eyes scanned the room, landing on all of the people Mahalah had described to her: Otogi, Shizuka, Mai, Jounouchi... and the Pharaoh. Her steps faltered as she gazed into his eyes. He was so gorgeous... and young! He couldn't have been more than two years older than her. He sat in a casual manner, leaning back in his throne as a servant girl held a platter of grapes to him. He waved her away and eyed Teneia. Anzu struggled to hold in the urge to roll her eyes. Teneia approached the throne and licked her finger suggestively before turning away.
~*~*~
Yuugi let his eyes roam over the five dancing girls before stopping on one he had never seen before. His magenta orbs widened slightly as he gazed at the brunette dancing in front of Otogi and Shizuka. He leaned forward to Jounouchi.
"Jou, look at that new girl! I have not seen her before; isn't she a sight?" Yuugi exclaimed, pointing at Anzu who wasn't paying attention. Teneia, however, was and scowled at Anzu quickly before returning to her dancing.
Jounouchi shrugged. "Yeah, she's alright."
Yuugi returned his gaze to the young, blue-eyed girl and felt hypnotized by her dance. He knew that Teneia watched him, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the new dancer. She was lovely in a way which he didn't undertand. He had to know who she was.
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NEXT CHAPTER: Bakura confronts the man who stole his treasure. Mysteries about the seven items are revealed. Seto comes into play. Yuugi thinks more about the 'new dancer.' Anzu is disfavored by Teneia.
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Thanks to the few reviewers who left kind words about the story so far! I hope you're enjoying it. I'll continue to try to keep the chapters coming, but school starts on the 14th, so I am unsure as to how quickly I'll be able to write when class begins. Please continue to review and tell me what you like and dislike about this fic. Thanks for stopping by! ^^