THE CLASH OF THE PHARAOH'S
Author: Yo! Erm, guess what? I finished this whole story. Boy are ya'll in for a plot twist. Won't say anything here, hee hee. Oh, and since I don't know too much about the past of Yami (except whatever Kids WB tells me, what I can find on the Internet and after being confused by the personality switch on Yami from the manga that turns out that there is NO Yami in the manga 'cause the part when he weirds out is his dark side) pant pant talk about a fast sentence. Oh, here are questions me and my friend are always arguing about. A) Is Marik spelled Marik or Malik since Japanese can't pronounce their R's and is it Ishtar or Ichtar B) Is Marik's eye color purple/violet or silver/blue?!
Chapter 2: Party
"Yes," said I, stepping forward with a feeling of dread in my stomach. Had the pharaoh found out that I had spoken with the prince and walked with him?
"My lord, Prince Yami wishes you to come to the banquet tonight. He will send for you hardly three quarters after dark so you could be taken in by the servants to be made ready. Your mother is welcome as well," said he with a courteous bow, and then was off.
I stared after him, jaw dropping. Varnice and I had always made games about this, meeting all of the upperclassmen and even the prince. We had used old cloth to make those rich gowns they wore and mud as the face paint
As my mom shut the door, I saw that she was weeping. "Mom, mom, what is wrong?!" I had thought she was going to be happy!
She grinned at me through her tears. "You idiot, these are tears of joy. Maybe this hath not been all in vain!" said she and her eyes were very bright. "Dear Hathor hath blessed us!"
When the time came, I was ready alongside my mother and we were waiting for the maidens. They came to us like rolling thunder. They clucked at us in a form of disapproval. "You will defiantly need our help," one remarked, pushing me towards the gates of the pharaoh's palace while another tugged my hair. OW!
They practically threw me into the cavern as they whisked my mother away into another room. They scrubbed me raw, until it hurt. I felt sorry for Yami. If I had to endure this everyday, I wouldn't be as tanned as he, more like a red lobster.
They put all sorts of weird things in the bath that made it perfumed and change colors. The only good thing about the bath was it was warm. They hauled me out and dried me off with huge towels that looked like it could have belonged to a camel. If I hadn't thought my skin raw then, I defiantly did now.
Then they began to dress me. They put me in a white cloth that draped around me and left one of my shoulders bare. They applied black and green face paint to my eyes and lips. They painted a cat on my bare shoulder and a paw print on my cheek. Then they placed an armlet that was of entwining cats on my arm and placed a gold chain of Bastet around my neck. They did my hair in a way that was like a whole bunch of braids put together, but not. The last touch was an anklet and earrings. I felt uncomfortable. Then again, at my age, I should've already been married. I hated showing skin. The servants made me turn around to see every inch of me before they were satisfied.
"She is fit to marry the prince. You have quite a figure my dear," one of them told me kindly, making me blush. "Unlike those huge white-as-a- sheet idiots who come nearly everyday, all trying to win the prince over and complaining all the time. They haven't so much as lifted a finger for work, and the prince has worked so hard for his subjects. And if you think that's bad, wait to you see the white-anorexic-morons who can't even carry on a conversation for half a minute. It wouldn't do for either of them to be his bride. The poor prince is too polite and nice to send them away." The servant told me. "You have a healthy tan; you must help your mother around the house, as a proper lady should."
I blushed again. "Yes I do and help run the cart ever since my father died," said I. The maidens looked at me sympathetically. "Poor dear." The same one muttered. Then they took me to the hall where I sucked in my breath. It was beautiful.
The place was glittering with golden statues and beautiful cloth hung from the walls. I looked around to see many girls off to one side, and as the maid had said, they were pasty white and not pretty at all. Egh, iron deficiency here!
I walked around for a while, wondering where my mom was and when Yami was going to show when a girl came up to me. "So, you're Yami's new pet." She said nastily.
I tried hard to conceal my anger. "No, we just happened to meet. Though, now I understand him a little better, especially if ugly wenches like you take up his time. I don't know how he could put up with you, I would throw you out."
"You little-"
"Just shut it if you don't want to go home with a black eye." I said, turning on my heel. I walked away, but, as luck would have it, I tripped over my own cursed feet and fell. I came in contact with a tanned, hard chest.
"Are you all right?" Yami asked as I sputtered an apology. He really did have a nice voice. Where my cheek had landed, there was now a little paw print. His chest was bare for the occasion with a purple vest, but there was no way he could conceal the print now, even if he tied the cords to it. He looked at it and began to laugh. "Well then, I might as well have two," said he, touching the paint. He made an exact replica of it on the opposite side of his chest.
"Well, it's fitting for the Celebration of Bastet," said I with a grin. Later I realized I could have been punished for my ignorance. We both began to laugh. Then that little wretch came over with her friends.
"Well Prince Yami, it seems your little pet has made a mess, do you need help cleaning after it?" She purred, placing a hand on his arm.
He shook her off and placed an arm around me. "Play along." He whispered in my ear, barely audible for me to hear. His hands slid down to my waist, making me blush brighter than a ruby. Dangerous waters we are treading upon! I saw the girl's, Iniik I learned later, eyes widen.
Yami turned me around and kissed me deeply, it was an experience you wouldn't believe, my whole body pulsed with it, a fire within surged through me. I tried hard to look convincingly unsurprised, though my face couldn't hide my wonder of the kiss. I heard intakes of sharp breaths as we broke, even as blood rushed through my ears.
I wanted to push away and think about it, I remembered in time that I and him were pretending to be in love. I placed my arm around his neck and lowered my head on his chest, resting it there, well away from the paw prints.
"Sorry Iniik, I have someone already. If you please..." He waved her aside and we walked arm-in-arm together to the table. People stared at us, I was glad the pharaoh wasn't there yet.
They eyed me with distaste as we disappeared from sight in the crowd. Yami sighed. "You may be of use to me yet," said he with a glance at me.
I didn't like the way it sounded. "I'm not your pet," growled I. I didn't really know this prince; he could have been nice as an act.
"I am sorry if it sounded that way, I was just glad to be rid of those morons," he said. I grinned. Oh, sure he was polite. But holy Ra, I swear I felt something between, a jolt of lightning it felt. He didn't seem to notice.
We talked for a while. He was highly interested in my life, how hard it was, what I did, what I hated about it and my opinions of his father. He never talked about himself.
"So, Yami, how in the name of Sebek do you endure a bath like that everyday?" I asked when the conversation was beginning to slide.
He grinned. "I can hardly stand it. Hopefully when I turn 18 I'll be able to wash myself. They think so little of me."
I opened my mouth in surprise. "So you're how old?" I asked. Well, more like demanded.
"I am 17, turning 18 in six more moons, how old are you Mika?"
"Well...um..." I blushed. "I am 16, turning 17 in two moons."
"Do you have plans for marriage? Girls normally are married by the time they turn that age." His tone was flat.
"No. I don't love anyone."
"Surely a lovely young lady such as yourself surely would have someone." He actually sounded surprised. I gave him some due credit.
"No. I am too poor for a man for that is what they think about. Either that or a beauty they could get in their bed," said I; my tone bitter.
Yami raised a brow. "Oh, so I suppose I am the same as them." He said sarcastically.
I blushed. "Um, I am sorry for offending you milord," said he, and bowed my head.
He rolled his eyes, and I lifted my head. "Would you stop becoming so polite when you apologize? I hate it when people treat me like that. Besides, how do you know what is going on inside a guys head?" His grin was wry.
It took me a while to answer. "That is the reason none of them talk to me."
"Or perhaps a woman with such a strong personality scares them while it attracts others, even if they do not show it for they are simply too shy." He said, pushing his bangs from his eyes again.
I grinned; even the prince had nervous habits. "And how do you know this?" Now I was curious. Did he feel the jolt too?
"I just do, milady."
"What about you Yami, do you have plans for marriage?"
He responded with his flat tone again. "I don't but my father does. Before I turn 18 he's going to make sure that I am married, it's the law."
I stared at him open-mouthed. Then I regained myself and looked down. "Sorry for asking, but how does he plan to do this?"
He shrugged. "Festivals, parties, any social event since it means any eligible lady can come. He thinks that I will fall in love with a girl with one encounter and marry her." I felt sorry for him along with a little remorse, so I decided not to say anything.
We ate and the entertainers came out. By the time the dancers came around, I was quite bored. Yami motioned me over to the garden door and we left without anyone sparing us a glance. "It's quite tiring after a while. All of those annoying girls staring." He whispered in my ear as we stepped out.
"Well then, if it's not your looks, then it's because you're a prince." I said. I thought he had to be the hottest guy I've ever seen.
He rolled his beautiful violet eyes. "So my father tells me." He muttered.
I then realized that I hadn't seen my mother since I had been cleaned up. "Where is my mom?" He shrugged.
"Probably inside." I nodded, walking with royalty kept me on my toes. "These parties get me so edgy. Every eligible woman comes and won't leave me alone, trying to flirt. It gets on my nerves, partly because my father invites most of them."
I looked up at him in surprise. "Palace life that horrible?"
Gods:
Hathor- Goddess of joy and beauty. Also known for love goddess and was in the contest against the Greek god Aphrodite and one other god that caused part of the Trojan War. (Besides Helen that is) had cow horns and ears seeing as Egyptians thought that cows were beautiful animals
Bastet- one of Osiris' daughters. Is the cat goddess of love and pleasure.
Ra- also known as Re. The sun god.
Sebek- can be called Sobek. The god of the crocodiles.
Fact:
Egyptians didn't care if they showed off their bodies. (contrary to Mika's belief) All wore white linen made from flax and it was rather see-through. Men mostly wore loincloths and tunic-style shirts at times. Women wore ankle-high sheath dresses and children hardly anything if not nothing. If you wore a leopard skin you were considered very important. Underwear was never even heard of.
Author: Yo! Erm, guess what? I finished this whole story. Boy are ya'll in for a plot twist. Won't say anything here, hee hee. Oh, and since I don't know too much about the past of Yami (except whatever Kids WB tells me, what I can find on the Internet and after being confused by the personality switch on Yami from the manga that turns out that there is NO Yami in the manga 'cause the part when he weirds out is his dark side) pant pant talk about a fast sentence. Oh, here are questions me and my friend are always arguing about. A) Is Marik spelled Marik or Malik since Japanese can't pronounce their R's and is it Ishtar or Ichtar B) Is Marik's eye color purple/violet or silver/blue?!
Chapter 2: Party
"Yes," said I, stepping forward with a feeling of dread in my stomach. Had the pharaoh found out that I had spoken with the prince and walked with him?
"My lord, Prince Yami wishes you to come to the banquet tonight. He will send for you hardly three quarters after dark so you could be taken in by the servants to be made ready. Your mother is welcome as well," said he with a courteous bow, and then was off.
I stared after him, jaw dropping. Varnice and I had always made games about this, meeting all of the upperclassmen and even the prince. We had used old cloth to make those rich gowns they wore and mud as the face paint
As my mom shut the door, I saw that she was weeping. "Mom, mom, what is wrong?!" I had thought she was going to be happy!
She grinned at me through her tears. "You idiot, these are tears of joy. Maybe this hath not been all in vain!" said she and her eyes were very bright. "Dear Hathor hath blessed us!"
When the time came, I was ready alongside my mother and we were waiting for the maidens. They came to us like rolling thunder. They clucked at us in a form of disapproval. "You will defiantly need our help," one remarked, pushing me towards the gates of the pharaoh's palace while another tugged my hair. OW!
They practically threw me into the cavern as they whisked my mother away into another room. They scrubbed me raw, until it hurt. I felt sorry for Yami. If I had to endure this everyday, I wouldn't be as tanned as he, more like a red lobster.
They put all sorts of weird things in the bath that made it perfumed and change colors. The only good thing about the bath was it was warm. They hauled me out and dried me off with huge towels that looked like it could have belonged to a camel. If I hadn't thought my skin raw then, I defiantly did now.
Then they began to dress me. They put me in a white cloth that draped around me and left one of my shoulders bare. They applied black and green face paint to my eyes and lips. They painted a cat on my bare shoulder and a paw print on my cheek. Then they placed an armlet that was of entwining cats on my arm and placed a gold chain of Bastet around my neck. They did my hair in a way that was like a whole bunch of braids put together, but not. The last touch was an anklet and earrings. I felt uncomfortable. Then again, at my age, I should've already been married. I hated showing skin. The servants made me turn around to see every inch of me before they were satisfied.
"She is fit to marry the prince. You have quite a figure my dear," one of them told me kindly, making me blush. "Unlike those huge white-as-a- sheet idiots who come nearly everyday, all trying to win the prince over and complaining all the time. They haven't so much as lifted a finger for work, and the prince has worked so hard for his subjects. And if you think that's bad, wait to you see the white-anorexic-morons who can't even carry on a conversation for half a minute. It wouldn't do for either of them to be his bride. The poor prince is too polite and nice to send them away." The servant told me. "You have a healthy tan; you must help your mother around the house, as a proper lady should."
I blushed again. "Yes I do and help run the cart ever since my father died," said I. The maidens looked at me sympathetically. "Poor dear." The same one muttered. Then they took me to the hall where I sucked in my breath. It was beautiful.
The place was glittering with golden statues and beautiful cloth hung from the walls. I looked around to see many girls off to one side, and as the maid had said, they were pasty white and not pretty at all. Egh, iron deficiency here!
I walked around for a while, wondering where my mom was and when Yami was going to show when a girl came up to me. "So, you're Yami's new pet." She said nastily.
I tried hard to conceal my anger. "No, we just happened to meet. Though, now I understand him a little better, especially if ugly wenches like you take up his time. I don't know how he could put up with you, I would throw you out."
"You little-"
"Just shut it if you don't want to go home with a black eye." I said, turning on my heel. I walked away, but, as luck would have it, I tripped over my own cursed feet and fell. I came in contact with a tanned, hard chest.
"Are you all right?" Yami asked as I sputtered an apology. He really did have a nice voice. Where my cheek had landed, there was now a little paw print. His chest was bare for the occasion with a purple vest, but there was no way he could conceal the print now, even if he tied the cords to it. He looked at it and began to laugh. "Well then, I might as well have two," said he, touching the paint. He made an exact replica of it on the opposite side of his chest.
"Well, it's fitting for the Celebration of Bastet," said I with a grin. Later I realized I could have been punished for my ignorance. We both began to laugh. Then that little wretch came over with her friends.
"Well Prince Yami, it seems your little pet has made a mess, do you need help cleaning after it?" She purred, placing a hand on his arm.
He shook her off and placed an arm around me. "Play along." He whispered in my ear, barely audible for me to hear. His hands slid down to my waist, making me blush brighter than a ruby. Dangerous waters we are treading upon! I saw the girl's, Iniik I learned later, eyes widen.
Yami turned me around and kissed me deeply, it was an experience you wouldn't believe, my whole body pulsed with it, a fire within surged through me. I tried hard to look convincingly unsurprised, though my face couldn't hide my wonder of the kiss. I heard intakes of sharp breaths as we broke, even as blood rushed through my ears.
I wanted to push away and think about it, I remembered in time that I and him were pretending to be in love. I placed my arm around his neck and lowered my head on his chest, resting it there, well away from the paw prints.
"Sorry Iniik, I have someone already. If you please..." He waved her aside and we walked arm-in-arm together to the table. People stared at us, I was glad the pharaoh wasn't there yet.
They eyed me with distaste as we disappeared from sight in the crowd. Yami sighed. "You may be of use to me yet," said he with a glance at me.
I didn't like the way it sounded. "I'm not your pet," growled I. I didn't really know this prince; he could have been nice as an act.
"I am sorry if it sounded that way, I was just glad to be rid of those morons," he said. I grinned. Oh, sure he was polite. But holy Ra, I swear I felt something between, a jolt of lightning it felt. He didn't seem to notice.
We talked for a while. He was highly interested in my life, how hard it was, what I did, what I hated about it and my opinions of his father. He never talked about himself.
"So, Yami, how in the name of Sebek do you endure a bath like that everyday?" I asked when the conversation was beginning to slide.
He grinned. "I can hardly stand it. Hopefully when I turn 18 I'll be able to wash myself. They think so little of me."
I opened my mouth in surprise. "So you're how old?" I asked. Well, more like demanded.
"I am 17, turning 18 in six more moons, how old are you Mika?"
"Well...um..." I blushed. "I am 16, turning 17 in two moons."
"Do you have plans for marriage? Girls normally are married by the time they turn that age." His tone was flat.
"No. I don't love anyone."
"Surely a lovely young lady such as yourself surely would have someone." He actually sounded surprised. I gave him some due credit.
"No. I am too poor for a man for that is what they think about. Either that or a beauty they could get in their bed," said I; my tone bitter.
Yami raised a brow. "Oh, so I suppose I am the same as them." He said sarcastically.
I blushed. "Um, I am sorry for offending you milord," said he, and bowed my head.
He rolled his eyes, and I lifted my head. "Would you stop becoming so polite when you apologize? I hate it when people treat me like that. Besides, how do you know what is going on inside a guys head?" His grin was wry.
It took me a while to answer. "That is the reason none of them talk to me."
"Or perhaps a woman with such a strong personality scares them while it attracts others, even if they do not show it for they are simply too shy." He said, pushing his bangs from his eyes again.
I grinned; even the prince had nervous habits. "And how do you know this?" Now I was curious. Did he feel the jolt too?
"I just do, milady."
"What about you Yami, do you have plans for marriage?"
He responded with his flat tone again. "I don't but my father does. Before I turn 18 he's going to make sure that I am married, it's the law."
I stared at him open-mouthed. Then I regained myself and looked down. "Sorry for asking, but how does he plan to do this?"
He shrugged. "Festivals, parties, any social event since it means any eligible lady can come. He thinks that I will fall in love with a girl with one encounter and marry her." I felt sorry for him along with a little remorse, so I decided not to say anything.
We ate and the entertainers came out. By the time the dancers came around, I was quite bored. Yami motioned me over to the garden door and we left without anyone sparing us a glance. "It's quite tiring after a while. All of those annoying girls staring." He whispered in my ear as we stepped out.
"Well then, if it's not your looks, then it's because you're a prince." I said. I thought he had to be the hottest guy I've ever seen.
He rolled his beautiful violet eyes. "So my father tells me." He muttered.
I then realized that I hadn't seen my mother since I had been cleaned up. "Where is my mom?" He shrugged.
"Probably inside." I nodded, walking with royalty kept me on my toes. "These parties get me so edgy. Every eligible woman comes and won't leave me alone, trying to flirt. It gets on my nerves, partly because my father invites most of them."
I looked up at him in surprise. "Palace life that horrible?"
Gods:
Hathor- Goddess of joy and beauty. Also known for love goddess and was in the contest against the Greek god Aphrodite and one other god that caused part of the Trojan War. (Besides Helen that is) had cow horns and ears seeing as Egyptians thought that cows were beautiful animals
Bastet- one of Osiris' daughters. Is the cat goddess of love and pleasure.
Ra- also known as Re. The sun god.
Sebek- can be called Sobek. The god of the crocodiles.
Fact:
Egyptians didn't care if they showed off their bodies. (contrary to Mika's belief) All wore white linen made from flax and it was rather see-through. Men mostly wore loincloths and tunic-style shirts at times. Women wore ankle-high sheath dresses and children hardly anything if not nothing. If you wore a leopard skin you were considered very important. Underwear was never even heard of.