Flames of my eyes
Chapter 3
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Junko- Ack! I forgot to do the disclaimer last time. I'm soo sry to all of you who want to sue me, but I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh! and I'm not making any money from this weak attempt at a fanfiction.
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Review Responses -
Nightmare (chili_kidd@hotmail.com) - I'm glad you like it. Yeah, I'm happy you're thinking so much into it, but I probably won't make it that serious. ^---^
rox - I'm glad you like it and I hope you keep reading.
Neo-QueenRini - Thank you, for the compliment and the recommendation. I got the fire/water/rock idea from a lot of metaphor poems I've been reading recently. I also find it interesting that everyone compares Yami's eyes with fire or blood and Yugi's with like lilacs or forget-me-nots, I decided to try making Yugi's eyes serious for a change.
Princess Strawberry - Thank you so much, reviews mean so much to me! I hope you like this chapter!
Karenu-anime - *bows deeply* Thank you. ^ _____ ^ I'll try to update soon.
Yami-Yugi - *embarrassed* Well, I'm not sure it's good enough to be jumped on for (O.#), but I'm glad you like it anyway.
metallicbubbles - Thank you SOOOOOO much for adding me to your favs list. *Huggles*
flowa - O.o You know of so many great stories!!! Thankies SOOOO much. You added me to your favs list too!!! *cries tears of happiness* You are my official new best friend. Thanks SOOOOOOOOOOOOO much.
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(A/N: This chapter will be written from Yami's point of view, just so you know.)
I blink my crimson eyes open and groan. Why did the clouds have to go away again? I. Hate. This. Ra. Cursed. Hot. Sun.
I sigh and stretch as I make my way out of bed and start to get dressed. I hate being a black mage. Why do we have to have a stupid dress code anyway? And what kind of clothes for Egypt are long-sleeved heavy black robes? Doesn't anyone have any sense? As if we don't get hot enough. Ra, why do you punish me? Someday I'm going to move away from this Ra-forsaken country to somewhere cold.
"Pharaoh wants you Master Yami." A servant poking his head in my room says.
Oh, he wants me? What for? Oh, that's right. The lessons in magic. I mentally slap myself. I had to agree to that, didn't I? Oh well, sometimes with the worst of pain comes the best of gifts.
Sometimes.
I walk down to his sitting room. It is entirely draped in red and violet silk, hanging from the windows, around the candles, and over the chairs. The pharaoh sits on one of the seats; hands folded gently in his lap, eyes intensely studying me. His tri-colored hair tinted faintly purple from the light cast by the candles.
"I am here to begin." I say, bowing low before standing up and taking a seat next to the young pharaoh.
"Yes," He looks up at me and smiles. I feel a lump start in my throat. How could such a simple glance make my heart thump so strongly? "Where do we begin?"
"Well, most people start with making fire. Simply focus on a specific point and with enough will-power you should be able to succeed." My voice smoothly slides over the words, in the tones I had been told could calm anyone.
"Okay," He holds out his hand, childish fingers cupped smoothly. His eyes glow red with power. I can almost feel his magic aura surrounding him in an inferno of intensity. Slowly, out of thin air, a small flame is born. It flashes darkly in the light of the surrounding candles. I gasp.
The flame is black.
Only the gods, angels, and demons create colored flames such as this. Only angels and demons can create them on Earth while gods can create them in the otherworld. Only the most blessed of people can be in a room with the intense heat of such a flame. Yet, I can not feel it at all.
"H-how is this possible?" I ask, my voice low in amazement.
"What?" He responds.
"Yugi," I say, unsure of what to say, "I think you're an angel."
He scoffs, unbelieving even as he looks upon the tender flame. "If I am an angel, then I could stop being pharaoh whenever I want," He voice breaks, sadness and tears in his voice as the flame flickers but continues to glow with its ghostly black light. "I-I could stop caring." He turns his head to look at me and the flame dies as he puts his hand down. "Do I care too much?"
My eyes grow wide at the question. What did he mean? "What are you asking, Pharaoh?"
"Do I care too much for my people and too little for myself? That's what I think. That's why I'm dying."
"Pharaoh, you are not dying!" My voice sounds panicky.
He sobs, "Yes, I am. I'm fifteen and I look ten. I'm losing weight and the doctors can't explain it. And every night I feel as if I'm being eaten by thousands of flames, and I wish they'd kill me at last, but every morning I awake to find that the pain has grown stronger." He begins to cry openly, tears streaming down his cheeks as he sits there, with me staring like an idiot, not able to do anything. "A-and yet, my people are h-happy, so I put up with it."
From somewhere inside of my stomach, I find courage. I take his hands in my own, the gesture feeling normal, as if I had known him for a long time. "Pharaoh, your people are happy, true, but not for the reasons you think. The weather has been perfect and farming conditions have without a doubt been the best ever, but they are happy for another reason."
"What is that?" He asks, tender eyes looking into mine, glazed over with tears as they once again take on a crimson shade to rival my own.
"They have found a pharaoh who _cares_. One that deals with upper and lower class citizens the same. If it is you that is making such perfect conditions throughout the nation, you could stop, and they would go on. But they would still be happy, for even without your magic creating good weather and fertile soil, you are a light for them to believe in. You are their sole purpose to go on, to fight their way through life. You are their fire, their light, their angel." Wow, did I say that? Where did that come from? Oh no, now he's looking at me like I'm crazy, which I probably am.
"You're right." His voice surprises me, shaking me from my thoughts. "I would like to be left alone now . . . please. To think."
"Okay," I stand up, and release his hands. I begin to walk towards the door.
"And Yami?" I turn around.
"Yes?"
"Please . . . call me Yugi."
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Over the next week, it was obvious to anyone who cared that Yugi was growing stronger. He began to regain his weight, although he still did not grow in height. He voice started to take on the rich tones of a maturing teen, although he still retained his child-like innocence. Yami cared, even if he didn't show it. He himself didn't know why he did.
Yugi began to take part in his government, passing new laws for the welfare of his people. He soon discovered that although some of the upper class citizens would protest at some of the laws, he had the gift to calm them with a few carefully chosen words. He began to walk through his city and meet his people, mostly the lower-class ones. He even invited a blacksmith to come and stay at the palace, for his work was quite fine. The blacksmith refused, saying he loved his work in the village. Yugi was surprised, but pleased that his people could be truthful towards him. He became quick friends with the man, whose name was Jounouchi, and his friends in the village.
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YAY!!! Yugi found confidence. Hope you liked. Please review. Sorry Junko, Kinoko, and Yukino weren't much in this chapter, but I decided to make it center mainly on Yugi and Yami for now. Sorry the Y/YY isn't much in it yet, but I'll try to make it come quicker. ^-^
Junko the Lost
Chapter 3
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Junko- Ack! I forgot to do the disclaimer last time. I'm soo sry to all of you who want to sue me, but I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh! and I'm not making any money from this weak attempt at a fanfiction.
~~~~~
Review Responses -
Nightmare (chili_kidd@hotmail.com) - I'm glad you like it. Yeah, I'm happy you're thinking so much into it, but I probably won't make it that serious. ^---^
rox - I'm glad you like it and I hope you keep reading.
Neo-QueenRini - Thank you, for the compliment and the recommendation. I got the fire/water/rock idea from a lot of metaphor poems I've been reading recently. I also find it interesting that everyone compares Yami's eyes with fire or blood and Yugi's with like lilacs or forget-me-nots, I decided to try making Yugi's eyes serious for a change.
Princess Strawberry - Thank you so much, reviews mean so much to me! I hope you like this chapter!
Karenu-anime - *bows deeply* Thank you. ^ _____ ^ I'll try to update soon.
Yami-Yugi - *embarrassed* Well, I'm not sure it's good enough to be jumped on for (O.#), but I'm glad you like it anyway.
metallicbubbles - Thank you SOOOOOO much for adding me to your favs list. *Huggles*
flowa - O.o You know of so many great stories!!! Thankies SOOOO much. You added me to your favs list too!!! *cries tears of happiness* You are my official new best friend. Thanks SOOOOOOOOOOOOO much.
~~~~~
(A/N: This chapter will be written from Yami's point of view, just so you know.)
I blink my crimson eyes open and groan. Why did the clouds have to go away again? I. Hate. This. Ra. Cursed. Hot. Sun.
I sigh and stretch as I make my way out of bed and start to get dressed. I hate being a black mage. Why do we have to have a stupid dress code anyway? And what kind of clothes for Egypt are long-sleeved heavy black robes? Doesn't anyone have any sense? As if we don't get hot enough. Ra, why do you punish me? Someday I'm going to move away from this Ra-forsaken country to somewhere cold.
"Pharaoh wants you Master Yami." A servant poking his head in my room says.
Oh, he wants me? What for? Oh, that's right. The lessons in magic. I mentally slap myself. I had to agree to that, didn't I? Oh well, sometimes with the worst of pain comes the best of gifts.
Sometimes.
I walk down to his sitting room. It is entirely draped in red and violet silk, hanging from the windows, around the candles, and over the chairs. The pharaoh sits on one of the seats; hands folded gently in his lap, eyes intensely studying me. His tri-colored hair tinted faintly purple from the light cast by the candles.
"I am here to begin." I say, bowing low before standing up and taking a seat next to the young pharaoh.
"Yes," He looks up at me and smiles. I feel a lump start in my throat. How could such a simple glance make my heart thump so strongly? "Where do we begin?"
"Well, most people start with making fire. Simply focus on a specific point and with enough will-power you should be able to succeed." My voice smoothly slides over the words, in the tones I had been told could calm anyone.
"Okay," He holds out his hand, childish fingers cupped smoothly. His eyes glow red with power. I can almost feel his magic aura surrounding him in an inferno of intensity. Slowly, out of thin air, a small flame is born. It flashes darkly in the light of the surrounding candles. I gasp.
The flame is black.
Only the gods, angels, and demons create colored flames such as this. Only angels and demons can create them on Earth while gods can create them in the otherworld. Only the most blessed of people can be in a room with the intense heat of such a flame. Yet, I can not feel it at all.
"H-how is this possible?" I ask, my voice low in amazement.
"What?" He responds.
"Yugi," I say, unsure of what to say, "I think you're an angel."
He scoffs, unbelieving even as he looks upon the tender flame. "If I am an angel, then I could stop being pharaoh whenever I want," He voice breaks, sadness and tears in his voice as the flame flickers but continues to glow with its ghostly black light. "I-I could stop caring." He turns his head to look at me and the flame dies as he puts his hand down. "Do I care too much?"
My eyes grow wide at the question. What did he mean? "What are you asking, Pharaoh?"
"Do I care too much for my people and too little for myself? That's what I think. That's why I'm dying."
"Pharaoh, you are not dying!" My voice sounds panicky.
He sobs, "Yes, I am. I'm fifteen and I look ten. I'm losing weight and the doctors can't explain it. And every night I feel as if I'm being eaten by thousands of flames, and I wish they'd kill me at last, but every morning I awake to find that the pain has grown stronger." He begins to cry openly, tears streaming down his cheeks as he sits there, with me staring like an idiot, not able to do anything. "A-and yet, my people are h-happy, so I put up with it."
From somewhere inside of my stomach, I find courage. I take his hands in my own, the gesture feeling normal, as if I had known him for a long time. "Pharaoh, your people are happy, true, but not for the reasons you think. The weather has been perfect and farming conditions have without a doubt been the best ever, but they are happy for another reason."
"What is that?" He asks, tender eyes looking into mine, glazed over with tears as they once again take on a crimson shade to rival my own.
"They have found a pharaoh who _cares_. One that deals with upper and lower class citizens the same. If it is you that is making such perfect conditions throughout the nation, you could stop, and they would go on. But they would still be happy, for even without your magic creating good weather and fertile soil, you are a light for them to believe in. You are their sole purpose to go on, to fight their way through life. You are their fire, their light, their angel." Wow, did I say that? Where did that come from? Oh no, now he's looking at me like I'm crazy, which I probably am.
"You're right." His voice surprises me, shaking me from my thoughts. "I would like to be left alone now . . . please. To think."
"Okay," I stand up, and release his hands. I begin to walk towards the door.
"And Yami?" I turn around.
"Yes?"
"Please . . . call me Yugi."
~~~~~
Over the next week, it was obvious to anyone who cared that Yugi was growing stronger. He began to regain his weight, although he still did not grow in height. He voice started to take on the rich tones of a maturing teen, although he still retained his child-like innocence. Yami cared, even if he didn't show it. He himself didn't know why he did.
Yugi began to take part in his government, passing new laws for the welfare of his people. He soon discovered that although some of the upper class citizens would protest at some of the laws, he had the gift to calm them with a few carefully chosen words. He began to walk through his city and meet his people, mostly the lower-class ones. He even invited a blacksmith to come and stay at the palace, for his work was quite fine. The blacksmith refused, saying he loved his work in the village. Yugi was surprised, but pleased that his people could be truthful towards him. He became quick friends with the man, whose name was Jounouchi, and his friends in the village.
~~~~~
YAY!!! Yugi found confidence. Hope you liked. Please review. Sorry Junko, Kinoko, and Yukino weren't much in this chapter, but I decided to make it center mainly on Yugi and Yami for now. Sorry the Y/YY isn't much in it yet, but I'll try to make it come quicker. ^-^
Junko the Lost