THE CLASH OF THE PHARAOH'S
Author: Hi. Erm, don't mind Yami's personality change, he's a teenager right now, not grown up and still young. Me and my friends have a belief that he was just like a regular person, you know, unsure of himself and another confused soul in this life. After the collision between powers and being imprisoned in the Millennium Puzzle gave him confidence though he always had the unnerving calm.
Chapter 3: Pharaoh hater
"It's nice you know, talking to you. You don't flirt or anything like that, even if you are a little uptight, and when I said to play along you didn't go wild as most girls would." He told me suddenly, and then he answered my question. "You'd be surprised; it's not what everyone thinks it is."
"Oh, silly I, a poor noble dreaming of palace life must be so hard to understand," said I sarcastically. I didn't know why, but I was angry at him for some odd reason.
He had the mind to stay quiet for a moment. "Either life has struggles," said he after a long time. I agreed.
It was getting late. "Prince Yami, I am sorry for having spent your whole evening, but I must also go. It is late and I need to find my mother."
"You haven't wasted it if that is what you are implying," said he, his violet gaze locking into my silver eyes. Damn it, his eyes made me feel attracted to him, and that might sacrifice this friendship.
"Will you help me find her?" I asked. I was afraid that I would give away something if I had said the other thing that was on my mind. He nodded and we wound our way through the crowds.
I found my mother at the food table, her head on the table. I was surprised; my mother does not take kindly to wine so she never drinks it, so that ruled out the possibility of her being drunk, so I had thought she was overly tiered. I shook her a couple of times, but she didn't respond. I sent a quick word of prayer to Nephthys for her to be alive.
She wasn't breathing. All at once Yami was behind me. "What is wrong?"
My words were cold with calm in a voice that chilled the bone. "She is dead Yami. My mother is dead."
Yami opened his mouth in shock. "Wha-" I silenced him swiftly by interrupting. I could careless that he was a prince and this was his father's court.
"She was poisoned. There are no wounds on her body, so it had to be poison." I couldn't believe how calm my voice was, I was screaming inside.
Yami was silent for a long time, just like in the garden. He always was thinking it seems. "We will take full responsibility, Mika. I shall arrange for you to have a bedroom by the end of the night," said he. Then he placed an arm around me and steered me out the door. No one noticed.
It was then I began to cry. I couldn't help it anymore. I cried on his chest, not caring that my makeup was running and that it was running onto him. His arms were wrapped around me patting me on the back, rather awkwardly. "Your damn household made me an orphan, it takes away everything! I hate it!" I cried, pounding my fists onto his muscular frame. My tantrum ended quickly, I was down to deep breathes, my hands clenched.
"I know how you feel Mika, my mother was murdered too," said Yami quietly. I didn't respond. It was then I realized that Yami's chest was a mess of different kinds of paint.
"Is there any place where we, that is, I might be able to clean off?" I asked. I didn't say anything about how he looked.
"There is a fountain nearby." I cleaned off all of the makeup from my face and washed off the paint that was on my arm. I turned to see Yami with a cloth quietly wiping away a mingle of tears and paint.
"It was nice knowing you Yami, but I can't spend more time in this evil household," said I and turned to leave.
Yami placed a hand on my shoulder and turned me around. "Please stay here. My father won't be able to touch you then, for you are a Khan are you not?"
I gaped at him. "Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?" I sputtered.
"Everything, since you are the last survivor, you must stay with us, nestled deep within the heart so that you could be safe. You could also help to undo my father's evil." I stared deep into those violet eyes of his. I hope he doesn't know how I feel.
"What is going on between the Khans and Pharaoh?!" I demanded.
Yami shook his head. "Not here. My father has eyes and ears everywhere. Come with me. There is only one place he doesn't monitor," said he, and steered me down a long hall and into his own chambers. I immediately felt uncomfortable.
The only time a girl goes into a guys chambers is when they were going to... well it happens when they are newly-wedded and take part in such activities. The problem is most never realized it makes children. They should honestly teach people about that. I guess that's where they get the term newly-wedded idiots.
He had to practically drag and push me into the room. I sat down on a floor cushion as he sat down on his bed. I kept my head down for my face was burning. I hoped that my dark hair would cover it.
"Mika, don't worry, no one will know that you're in here. I know I won't say anything and neither will you if you don't want to be beheaded."
I slowly raised my head, hoping dearly that my face had lost its flush. Thankfully it had, or maybe it was because of my tan and the room was rather dark. Yami lit a candle and I could see around the room. It had paintings all over the walls, and some I suspected Yami had done. There was a cloth that draped in front of a door and it held special symbols on it. I didn't ask what it was for I feared the truth.
"You want to know about the Khans and the Pharaoh. It happened around 10 years ago, when my father had yours executed. Your mother started a secret organization that wanted to rid the Pharaoh of his power. It had many important people in it, high nobles, Pharaoh's guards, maids here, and commoners. The power of the organization slowly increased. It wasn't until a month ago my father found out about it. He wanted to kill your mother so badly. He hired those thieves to kill her but they grew greedy and stole your things instead. When you came back to them, they were supposed to kill you, but then again, you can never trust a thief. He must have poisoned your mother." Yami informed me quickly.
I stared at him open-mouthed. "How do you know all of this?" I asked breathlessly.
"I am part of the organization," said he flatly. Then his face grew grim and sorrowed. "I am sorry for what happened to your mother. I feel that it is partly my fault, for I was the one who invited you and her to come."
I remained silent at this comment. Did I feel remorse for Yami? No. I missed my mother. Do I hate Yami? No, I couldn't. He has been to kind and he was truly sorry. Did I regret meeting him? I was unsure.
Yami sighed, placing a hand on his face, deep in thought. "Yami?" I spoke his name quietly.
"Yes?" He asked, turning to face me.
"What if your father finds out that you are part of the organization?" I asked. It wasn't really my place to be asking this, but...ah... I was a curious person.
"I will be killed," said he calmly. I covered my mouth in horror. The Pharaoh would kill his only son?! This was unspeakable, unheard of!
"He can't do that! You're the prince!" said I in denial.
"It's quite true. Though, some may think it's better for me to die for they fear I'll be like my father and run a terrible rein," said he with a hollow grin. It frightened me.
"But you are so much different! When I snapped at you, you didn't send for your guards out of irritation like your father does! You broke his laws talking to me and you've helped me out so much! How can someone think evil of you?!" I cried out.
That, for some reason, made him laugh. "I won't tell you everything milady." He said.
His eyes, those violet eyes, were so sad. I sat down with my head bowed. "I am sorry," said I. He didn't comment on the formality of the apology.
"It is time I talked to my father about you staying. Here..." He handed me a damp cloth for me to wipe my face for it was still rather red from crying earlier. I took it and wiped my face and he helped me to my feet.
"We will have to make a story up Mika, for I don't think my father would house you if he knew who your mother is. You're to say that you and your mother were taken by bandits on your way here and they killed her. Your father died fending them off as you ran away. I found you at the fountain and helped you out. Understand?" He said with a brief glance at me as we walked down the hallway.
"Yes..." said I breathlessly. He didn't realize it, but I had to run with the pace he was keeping.
"Your name is Mirika Kahn," said he just as we strode (ran in my case) into the pharaoh's quarters. I tried to stay behind, but Yami pushed me into the room. I bowed low, sinking onto my knees with my head to the ground.
"Hello Father. I fear we have trouble," said Yami coolly to his father. Then he told the story of what 'happened' to me on my way here. When he was done, the pharaoh indicated that I should get to my feet.
"Girl, what is your name?" He asked. The pharaoh was a tall man with a goatee as it was fashionable now-days. His dark hair spilled out from beneath his headdress and his clothes were of golden cloth. It hurt to look at him.
"I am Mik- Mirika Kahn, Highness." I said, avoiding his gaze.
"Look at me Mirika so I may know you speak the truth."
I could hardly defy the pharaoh, even if I did hate him. His eyes were green, a color almost as rare as violet. He eyed my body over and I saw the lustful gleam in his eyes. It made me feel disgusted, even more spiteful than I had felt of him before. I almost launched an attack on him when Yami cut in.
"Father, I propose she stays here, but near my chambers in case she needs assistance." He said with a bow. I couldn't believe it, Yami bowed to his father? Why would he have to do that?!
"It shall be done. Though, does this mean my son that you have finally found someone?" He asked.
I felt myself blush as Yami said, rather coldly, "No, for I have only just met her and all it means is she knows me better than the others. She might be afraid to ask others for help but me."
The pharaoh nodded, looking at me again. I swear, if looks could kill, he would be dead a thousand times over for the look I wanted to give him. "I bid you goodnight" said he, waving us out.
Gods:
Neophytes- funeral goddess, befriends dead mortals
Fact:
All wore eye makeup, guys, girls, woman, men and even servants.
Author: Hi. Erm, don't mind Yami's personality change, he's a teenager right now, not grown up and still young. Me and my friends have a belief that he was just like a regular person, you know, unsure of himself and another confused soul in this life. After the collision between powers and being imprisoned in the Millennium Puzzle gave him confidence though he always had the unnerving calm.
Chapter 3: Pharaoh hater
"It's nice you know, talking to you. You don't flirt or anything like that, even if you are a little uptight, and when I said to play along you didn't go wild as most girls would." He told me suddenly, and then he answered my question. "You'd be surprised; it's not what everyone thinks it is."
"Oh, silly I, a poor noble dreaming of palace life must be so hard to understand," said I sarcastically. I didn't know why, but I was angry at him for some odd reason.
He had the mind to stay quiet for a moment. "Either life has struggles," said he after a long time. I agreed.
It was getting late. "Prince Yami, I am sorry for having spent your whole evening, but I must also go. It is late and I need to find my mother."
"You haven't wasted it if that is what you are implying," said he, his violet gaze locking into my silver eyes. Damn it, his eyes made me feel attracted to him, and that might sacrifice this friendship.
"Will you help me find her?" I asked. I was afraid that I would give away something if I had said the other thing that was on my mind. He nodded and we wound our way through the crowds.
I found my mother at the food table, her head on the table. I was surprised; my mother does not take kindly to wine so she never drinks it, so that ruled out the possibility of her being drunk, so I had thought she was overly tiered. I shook her a couple of times, but she didn't respond. I sent a quick word of prayer to Nephthys for her to be alive.
She wasn't breathing. All at once Yami was behind me. "What is wrong?"
My words were cold with calm in a voice that chilled the bone. "She is dead Yami. My mother is dead."
Yami opened his mouth in shock. "Wha-" I silenced him swiftly by interrupting. I could careless that he was a prince and this was his father's court.
"She was poisoned. There are no wounds on her body, so it had to be poison." I couldn't believe how calm my voice was, I was screaming inside.
Yami was silent for a long time, just like in the garden. He always was thinking it seems. "We will take full responsibility, Mika. I shall arrange for you to have a bedroom by the end of the night," said he. Then he placed an arm around me and steered me out the door. No one noticed.
It was then I began to cry. I couldn't help it anymore. I cried on his chest, not caring that my makeup was running and that it was running onto him. His arms were wrapped around me patting me on the back, rather awkwardly. "Your damn household made me an orphan, it takes away everything! I hate it!" I cried, pounding my fists onto his muscular frame. My tantrum ended quickly, I was down to deep breathes, my hands clenched.
"I know how you feel Mika, my mother was murdered too," said Yami quietly. I didn't respond. It was then I realized that Yami's chest was a mess of different kinds of paint.
"Is there any place where we, that is, I might be able to clean off?" I asked. I didn't say anything about how he looked.
"There is a fountain nearby." I cleaned off all of the makeup from my face and washed off the paint that was on my arm. I turned to see Yami with a cloth quietly wiping away a mingle of tears and paint.
"It was nice knowing you Yami, but I can't spend more time in this evil household," said I and turned to leave.
Yami placed a hand on my shoulder and turned me around. "Please stay here. My father won't be able to touch you then, for you are a Khan are you not?"
I gaped at him. "Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?" I sputtered.
"Everything, since you are the last survivor, you must stay with us, nestled deep within the heart so that you could be safe. You could also help to undo my father's evil." I stared deep into those violet eyes of his. I hope he doesn't know how I feel.
"What is going on between the Khans and Pharaoh?!" I demanded.
Yami shook his head. "Not here. My father has eyes and ears everywhere. Come with me. There is only one place he doesn't monitor," said he, and steered me down a long hall and into his own chambers. I immediately felt uncomfortable.
The only time a girl goes into a guys chambers is when they were going to... well it happens when they are newly-wedded and take part in such activities. The problem is most never realized it makes children. They should honestly teach people about that. I guess that's where they get the term newly-wedded idiots.
He had to practically drag and push me into the room. I sat down on a floor cushion as he sat down on his bed. I kept my head down for my face was burning. I hoped that my dark hair would cover it.
"Mika, don't worry, no one will know that you're in here. I know I won't say anything and neither will you if you don't want to be beheaded."
I slowly raised my head, hoping dearly that my face had lost its flush. Thankfully it had, or maybe it was because of my tan and the room was rather dark. Yami lit a candle and I could see around the room. It had paintings all over the walls, and some I suspected Yami had done. There was a cloth that draped in front of a door and it held special symbols on it. I didn't ask what it was for I feared the truth.
"You want to know about the Khans and the Pharaoh. It happened around 10 years ago, when my father had yours executed. Your mother started a secret organization that wanted to rid the Pharaoh of his power. It had many important people in it, high nobles, Pharaoh's guards, maids here, and commoners. The power of the organization slowly increased. It wasn't until a month ago my father found out about it. He wanted to kill your mother so badly. He hired those thieves to kill her but they grew greedy and stole your things instead. When you came back to them, they were supposed to kill you, but then again, you can never trust a thief. He must have poisoned your mother." Yami informed me quickly.
I stared at him open-mouthed. "How do you know all of this?" I asked breathlessly.
"I am part of the organization," said he flatly. Then his face grew grim and sorrowed. "I am sorry for what happened to your mother. I feel that it is partly my fault, for I was the one who invited you and her to come."
I remained silent at this comment. Did I feel remorse for Yami? No. I missed my mother. Do I hate Yami? No, I couldn't. He has been to kind and he was truly sorry. Did I regret meeting him? I was unsure.
Yami sighed, placing a hand on his face, deep in thought. "Yami?" I spoke his name quietly.
"Yes?" He asked, turning to face me.
"What if your father finds out that you are part of the organization?" I asked. It wasn't really my place to be asking this, but...ah... I was a curious person.
"I will be killed," said he calmly. I covered my mouth in horror. The Pharaoh would kill his only son?! This was unspeakable, unheard of!
"He can't do that! You're the prince!" said I in denial.
"It's quite true. Though, some may think it's better for me to die for they fear I'll be like my father and run a terrible rein," said he with a hollow grin. It frightened me.
"But you are so much different! When I snapped at you, you didn't send for your guards out of irritation like your father does! You broke his laws talking to me and you've helped me out so much! How can someone think evil of you?!" I cried out.
That, for some reason, made him laugh. "I won't tell you everything milady." He said.
His eyes, those violet eyes, were so sad. I sat down with my head bowed. "I am sorry," said I. He didn't comment on the formality of the apology.
"It is time I talked to my father about you staying. Here..." He handed me a damp cloth for me to wipe my face for it was still rather red from crying earlier. I took it and wiped my face and he helped me to my feet.
"We will have to make a story up Mika, for I don't think my father would house you if he knew who your mother is. You're to say that you and your mother were taken by bandits on your way here and they killed her. Your father died fending them off as you ran away. I found you at the fountain and helped you out. Understand?" He said with a brief glance at me as we walked down the hallway.
"Yes..." said I breathlessly. He didn't realize it, but I had to run with the pace he was keeping.
"Your name is Mirika Kahn," said he just as we strode (ran in my case) into the pharaoh's quarters. I tried to stay behind, but Yami pushed me into the room. I bowed low, sinking onto my knees with my head to the ground.
"Hello Father. I fear we have trouble," said Yami coolly to his father. Then he told the story of what 'happened' to me on my way here. When he was done, the pharaoh indicated that I should get to my feet.
"Girl, what is your name?" He asked. The pharaoh was a tall man with a goatee as it was fashionable now-days. His dark hair spilled out from beneath his headdress and his clothes were of golden cloth. It hurt to look at him.
"I am Mik- Mirika Kahn, Highness." I said, avoiding his gaze.
"Look at me Mirika so I may know you speak the truth."
I could hardly defy the pharaoh, even if I did hate him. His eyes were green, a color almost as rare as violet. He eyed my body over and I saw the lustful gleam in his eyes. It made me feel disgusted, even more spiteful than I had felt of him before. I almost launched an attack on him when Yami cut in.
"Father, I propose she stays here, but near my chambers in case she needs assistance." He said with a bow. I couldn't believe it, Yami bowed to his father? Why would he have to do that?!
"It shall be done. Though, does this mean my son that you have finally found someone?" He asked.
I felt myself blush as Yami said, rather coldly, "No, for I have only just met her and all it means is she knows me better than the others. She might be afraid to ask others for help but me."
The pharaoh nodded, looking at me again. I swear, if looks could kill, he would be dead a thousand times over for the look I wanted to give him. "I bid you goodnight" said he, waving us out.
Gods:
Neophytes- funeral goddess, befriends dead mortals
Fact:
All wore eye makeup, guys, girls, woman, men and even servants.