Flames of My Eyes
Ch. 8
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Disclaimer:
Yami: Junko-chan the Lost, the mysterious authoress, the lover of all things Yu-Gi-Oh, and believer that I am the hottest being ever, does not, has never, and will never own the greatest anime show of all time, Yu-Gi- Oh! She does, however own this plot line, and owns her beloved Yu-Gi-Oh poster to which she pays homage to every night, so please do not sue her. She is trying to save up money for Yu-Gi-Oh graphic novels and DVDs and will sick Crystal, her yami, on you if you do happen to use all those pretty lawyers. Any semblance to other fanfictions is purely coincidental and she would like to say that she did NOT steal this idea from anyone. How come I have to say a long disclaimer?
Crystal: Cause we all like to hear the sound of your very sexy voice.
Everyone: *nods head in agreement*
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Review Responses:
CyberKat: Sorry you don't like it. -_-
Yami's Tenshi: Junko: Eep! Gomen for giving Kerra ideas! I really didn't mean to. . Actually, Crystal is . . . indisposed . . . at the moment. (Crystal is seen throwing up into a toilet) She also tried to get a tattoo. I didn't go over too well. Her tattoo is a picture of Yami. OF ALL THINGS!! YAMI!! If my mom finds out she'll kill me. This is what I get for sharing a body with a psycho, half-crazed, Yami-obsessed sprit. Gomen for the confusing OCs. In my HP/YGO crossover there will be fewer OCs. Thankies for the description of yourself for my fic. Crystal wants me to say she's sorry Kerra can't e-mail her, but she'll live (if she manages to survive her sickness with the tattoo) Crystal: Sorry I can't say much, but I'm really sorry. *grumbles* I hope Yami finds this a satisfactory tribute to his almighty being. Junko: (rolls eyes) Crystal, get over him. Anyways, thanks for the reviews, please keep reading! ^.~
SoulDreamer: OKAY!
Chibbiusa: Thank you for the recommendations and the compliment!
Javelin the Silent One: Thank you! I'm glad you keep reviewing. Hope you like this chappie! *laughs at cake mix* BYE!
Ryasha: Thankies!
metallicbubbles: Thanks!
Shi Tsukino: (Shudders at thought of Tea/Yuugi fics) Thanks for the review, hope you keep reading!
Nightmare: Arigato!
darkshadow-23: I've read some HP/YGO fics before and they've been really good so I decided to try it!
flowa1: Thankies for suggestions!
Cherry16: Arigato. Y/YY 4eva!
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Javelin stroked the small tabby in her arms. The kitten purred contentedly and huddled closer into the half-cat girl's arms. This was why Javelin insisted on remaining in the palace grounds. She knew she could be caught and held for sacrifice *again*, but nowhere else could she find as many cats and kittens. They wandered constantly throughout the grounds.
Javelin looked up at the moon through half-lidded, shining, cat-like eyes. They glowed like a cat's in the growing darkness. Her sensitive, furred ears picked up the soft padding of feet in another part of the garden.
A figure walked up to her and she tore her eyes away from the hypnotizing light of the moon to look at Malik. His sandy blonde hair glinted with blue light from the moon as he looked into the cat-like, green eyes of Javelin.
Javelin smiled up at him as he sat down next to her on the bench. His own violet eyes intrigued her and calmed her at the same time.
In the back of her mind, she noticed the huddled figure of a black kitten in his lap. He gently placed it on the bench between them, and she placed the tabby down beside the black one. The two kittens twined with each other, and even through the stone, Javelin and Malik could sense their purrs.
Malik tore his gaze away from the kittens; to be met with the full force of Javelin's piercing gaze. He was simply amazed at how one mortal could so possess such amazing beauty and grace. Javelin seemed so sure of herself, so calm and relaxed, especially here, in the cover of the night and the plants.
Javelin too found her companion intriguing. He seemed so awed to be in her presence, and this confused her. She had spoken to human males before, but none seemed so impressed with her as he did. Neither had she ever felt so inclined to learn more about one.
She realized with a jolt that they had never spoken a word to one another, and suddenly she felt self-conscious and awkward.
She tried to strike up a conversation, "So . . . beautiful night?" Malik gasped at the sound of her voice. It was soft and purring and soothing. He sensed the awkwardness in her voice and he silenced her with a gentle finger pressed against her lips. As much as he loved her voice, the silence was calm and inviting.
"Let's just enjoy the night," He said smoothly, his own voice taking on calmness and sliding smoothly through the air like honey. She nodded mutely and gently shivered when he removed his hand from her lips, only to place it on her hand.
She gently tried to pull away, confused by her bombardment of feelings that overwhelmed all thought, but he held on. She looked at him in the eye and was instantly calmed.
He leaned towards her hesitantly, careful to avoid the kittens between them. His lips gently swiped across hers, tentatively, to check her reaction. She didn't pull away so he pressed closer, and was awarded by a deep purring from her throat.
Through the crush of lips, Javelin could sense him smiling. She caught herself purring and realized his amusement. 'It must be strange, hearing a person purr,' she thought. But he seemed to enjoy the gentle thrumming the sound made so she didn't stop.
The two kittens looked up at their masters and someone watching might have seen them smile.
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Aisha hurried through the halls, in her arms a basket full of laundry. It didn't make a difference that she was friends with both the pharaoh and the high priest; she still had just as much work to do.
Panting heavily in the overwhelming heat of the sun, she took the laundry downstairs to the laundry room. Every day was like this, she never could rest. She wasn't highly trusted either. Ever since that day she had beaten up one of the other servants. She smiled wryly. She wasn't one to be underestimated.
Her tanned muscles were proof of that fact. That day a young male servant had tried to order her around, but she had been very stressed that day, and taken out her anger on him.
She continued about her chores and sighed heavily that night as she relaxed onto the torn mattress in the servant's quarters that was considered a bed. She was about to fall asleep when one of the head servants tapped her on the shoulder and informed her that Master Seto requested her.
She sighed and went to his chambers. She knocked on the door and it was opened almost immediately.
"Finally, you're here. Come in." Seto said harshly. She walked in and stood in the center of the room, the bed behind her.
"What do you need, High Priest?" She looked at him and he smirked, as she realized exactly what he had in mind for her that night. She gasped and backed away only to feel her backside come in contact with the bed.
'Smart one, Aisha,' She told herself. 'Now you're by the bed.' She looked up in horror to his face as he calmly walked up to her.
"No, please, Master Seto." She said breathlessly as his smirk grew wider. She closed her eyes and tried to avoid thinking about what was happening. If it was anyone else, she would have punched them right then, but this was the high priest.
She felt herself being pushed onto the bed, as her lips were harshly claimed by Seto's own. She squirmed and he pushed down harder on her shoulders. His lips moved to trail wet kisses down her neck as she panted heavily. He bit down harshly on one piece of skin and smiled as she gasped.
He brought his eyes level with hers and he watched her for a few seconds. She kept her eyes tightly shut and her ragged breath beat against his own lips.
"Open your eyes," He ordered. She whimpered, but slowly opened them. He was caught off guard by the hatred he sensed in her gaze.
Her eyes burned with hidden magic and anger. Suddenly, he felt himself magically torn off the bed and roughly thrown into the wall.
He looked around for the creator of such magic, but the only one in the room was a terrified looking Aisha who was watching him with a mixture of hatred and fright.
"Leave," He ordered harshly. She practically ran out of the room. He rubbed his head, how could one girl possess so much magic as to catch the high priest off guard.
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Aisha awoke the next morning to find tear stains on her cheeks. She gently got out of bed and stretched her aching muscles.
A servant came in and told her that pharaoh wanted to see her in his throne room. She walked down the halls wondering what Yuugi could possibly want from her.
She entered the room to find Seto there as well as Yuugi seated upon his throne. Yami was standing next to Yuugi.
"W-what did you want me for, Phar - I mean, Yuugi?" She said, belatedly remembering Yuugi's request for her not to call him pharaoh.
Yuugi smiled and said, "High Priest Seto has told me that you seem to be a possessor of great amounts of shadow magic. He would like to make you one of my priestesses, if you would be willing to undergo the training."
Aisha looked over at Seto, who seemed very interested in his feet at the moment. She looked back at the pharaoh and nodded, "Yes, I think I would like that." She said.
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Next chappie will be entirely dedicated to total Ryou and Bakura Fluff! I will be out of town from the 4th to the 18th so don't be expecting any updates for a little while. GOMEN!!! Review please!
Junko the Lost
Ch. 8
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Disclaimer:
Yami: Junko-chan the Lost, the mysterious authoress, the lover of all things Yu-Gi-Oh, and believer that I am the hottest being ever, does not, has never, and will never own the greatest anime show of all time, Yu-Gi- Oh! She does, however own this plot line, and owns her beloved Yu-Gi-Oh poster to which she pays homage to every night, so please do not sue her. She is trying to save up money for Yu-Gi-Oh graphic novels and DVDs and will sick Crystal, her yami, on you if you do happen to use all those pretty lawyers. Any semblance to other fanfictions is purely coincidental and she would like to say that she did NOT steal this idea from anyone. How come I have to say a long disclaimer?
Crystal: Cause we all like to hear the sound of your very sexy voice.
Everyone: *nods head in agreement*
~~~~~
Review Responses:
CyberKat: Sorry you don't like it. -_-
Yami's Tenshi: Junko: Eep! Gomen for giving Kerra ideas! I really didn't mean to. . Actually, Crystal is . . . indisposed . . . at the moment. (Crystal is seen throwing up into a toilet) She also tried to get a tattoo. I didn't go over too well. Her tattoo is a picture of Yami. OF ALL THINGS!! YAMI!! If my mom finds out she'll kill me. This is what I get for sharing a body with a psycho, half-crazed, Yami-obsessed sprit. Gomen for the confusing OCs. In my HP/YGO crossover there will be fewer OCs. Thankies for the description of yourself for my fic. Crystal wants me to say she's sorry Kerra can't e-mail her, but she'll live (if she manages to survive her sickness with the tattoo) Crystal: Sorry I can't say much, but I'm really sorry. *grumbles* I hope Yami finds this a satisfactory tribute to his almighty being. Junko: (rolls eyes) Crystal, get over him. Anyways, thanks for the reviews, please keep reading! ^.~
SoulDreamer: OKAY!
Chibbiusa: Thank you for the recommendations and the compliment!
Javelin the Silent One: Thank you! I'm glad you keep reviewing. Hope you like this chappie! *laughs at cake mix* BYE!
Ryasha: Thankies!
metallicbubbles: Thanks!
Shi Tsukino: (Shudders at thought of Tea/Yuugi fics) Thanks for the review, hope you keep reading!
Nightmare: Arigato!
darkshadow-23: I've read some HP/YGO fics before and they've been really good so I decided to try it!
flowa1: Thankies for suggestions!
Cherry16: Arigato. Y/YY 4eva!
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Javelin stroked the small tabby in her arms. The kitten purred contentedly and huddled closer into the half-cat girl's arms. This was why Javelin insisted on remaining in the palace grounds. She knew she could be caught and held for sacrifice *again*, but nowhere else could she find as many cats and kittens. They wandered constantly throughout the grounds.
Javelin looked up at the moon through half-lidded, shining, cat-like eyes. They glowed like a cat's in the growing darkness. Her sensitive, furred ears picked up the soft padding of feet in another part of the garden.
A figure walked up to her and she tore her eyes away from the hypnotizing light of the moon to look at Malik. His sandy blonde hair glinted with blue light from the moon as he looked into the cat-like, green eyes of Javelin.
Javelin smiled up at him as he sat down next to her on the bench. His own violet eyes intrigued her and calmed her at the same time.
In the back of her mind, she noticed the huddled figure of a black kitten in his lap. He gently placed it on the bench between them, and she placed the tabby down beside the black one. The two kittens twined with each other, and even through the stone, Javelin and Malik could sense their purrs.
Malik tore his gaze away from the kittens; to be met with the full force of Javelin's piercing gaze. He was simply amazed at how one mortal could so possess such amazing beauty and grace. Javelin seemed so sure of herself, so calm and relaxed, especially here, in the cover of the night and the plants.
Javelin too found her companion intriguing. He seemed so awed to be in her presence, and this confused her. She had spoken to human males before, but none seemed so impressed with her as he did. Neither had she ever felt so inclined to learn more about one.
She realized with a jolt that they had never spoken a word to one another, and suddenly she felt self-conscious and awkward.
She tried to strike up a conversation, "So . . . beautiful night?" Malik gasped at the sound of her voice. It was soft and purring and soothing. He sensed the awkwardness in her voice and he silenced her with a gentle finger pressed against her lips. As much as he loved her voice, the silence was calm and inviting.
"Let's just enjoy the night," He said smoothly, his own voice taking on calmness and sliding smoothly through the air like honey. She nodded mutely and gently shivered when he removed his hand from her lips, only to place it on her hand.
She gently tried to pull away, confused by her bombardment of feelings that overwhelmed all thought, but he held on. She looked at him in the eye and was instantly calmed.
He leaned towards her hesitantly, careful to avoid the kittens between them. His lips gently swiped across hers, tentatively, to check her reaction. She didn't pull away so he pressed closer, and was awarded by a deep purring from her throat.
Through the crush of lips, Javelin could sense him smiling. She caught herself purring and realized his amusement. 'It must be strange, hearing a person purr,' she thought. But he seemed to enjoy the gentle thrumming the sound made so she didn't stop.
The two kittens looked up at their masters and someone watching might have seen them smile.
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Aisha hurried through the halls, in her arms a basket full of laundry. It didn't make a difference that she was friends with both the pharaoh and the high priest; she still had just as much work to do.
Panting heavily in the overwhelming heat of the sun, she took the laundry downstairs to the laundry room. Every day was like this, she never could rest. She wasn't highly trusted either. Ever since that day she had beaten up one of the other servants. She smiled wryly. She wasn't one to be underestimated.
Her tanned muscles were proof of that fact. That day a young male servant had tried to order her around, but she had been very stressed that day, and taken out her anger on him.
She continued about her chores and sighed heavily that night as she relaxed onto the torn mattress in the servant's quarters that was considered a bed. She was about to fall asleep when one of the head servants tapped her on the shoulder and informed her that Master Seto requested her.
She sighed and went to his chambers. She knocked on the door and it was opened almost immediately.
"Finally, you're here. Come in." Seto said harshly. She walked in and stood in the center of the room, the bed behind her.
"What do you need, High Priest?" She looked at him and he smirked, as she realized exactly what he had in mind for her that night. She gasped and backed away only to feel her backside come in contact with the bed.
'Smart one, Aisha,' She told herself. 'Now you're by the bed.' She looked up in horror to his face as he calmly walked up to her.
"No, please, Master Seto." She said breathlessly as his smirk grew wider. She closed her eyes and tried to avoid thinking about what was happening. If it was anyone else, she would have punched them right then, but this was the high priest.
She felt herself being pushed onto the bed, as her lips were harshly claimed by Seto's own. She squirmed and he pushed down harder on her shoulders. His lips moved to trail wet kisses down her neck as she panted heavily. He bit down harshly on one piece of skin and smiled as she gasped.
He brought his eyes level with hers and he watched her for a few seconds. She kept her eyes tightly shut and her ragged breath beat against his own lips.
"Open your eyes," He ordered. She whimpered, but slowly opened them. He was caught off guard by the hatred he sensed in her gaze.
Her eyes burned with hidden magic and anger. Suddenly, he felt himself magically torn off the bed and roughly thrown into the wall.
He looked around for the creator of such magic, but the only one in the room was a terrified looking Aisha who was watching him with a mixture of hatred and fright.
"Leave," He ordered harshly. She practically ran out of the room. He rubbed his head, how could one girl possess so much magic as to catch the high priest off guard.
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Aisha awoke the next morning to find tear stains on her cheeks. She gently got out of bed and stretched her aching muscles.
A servant came in and told her that pharaoh wanted to see her in his throne room. She walked down the halls wondering what Yuugi could possibly want from her.
She entered the room to find Seto there as well as Yuugi seated upon his throne. Yami was standing next to Yuugi.
"W-what did you want me for, Phar - I mean, Yuugi?" She said, belatedly remembering Yuugi's request for her not to call him pharaoh.
Yuugi smiled and said, "High Priest Seto has told me that you seem to be a possessor of great amounts of shadow magic. He would like to make you one of my priestesses, if you would be willing to undergo the training."
Aisha looked over at Seto, who seemed very interested in his feet at the moment. She looked back at the pharaoh and nodded, "Yes, I think I would like that." She said.
~~~~~
Next chappie will be entirely dedicated to total Ryou and Bakura Fluff! I will be out of town from the 4th to the 18th so don't be expecting any updates for a little while. GOMEN!!! Review please!
Junko the Lost