THE CLASH OF THE PHARAOH'S
Author: Hello.....I have nothing else to say so....good bye
Disclaimer: ZZZzzzZZzz SNOOOOOOOORE Author: TT whacks it on the head Disclaimer: looks around wildly huh?! Wha-? Oh....erm....I no own Yu-Giiii- Ohhhhhhhhhhhh ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZ Author: Sigh moron I tell you, moron
Chapter four: arising passion
When Yami and I were out of ear shot from the door, Yami swore and made a curse under his breath. "You're going to have to watch your back Mika. He's going to try something, which is why I asked for you to be close." He said.
I nodded. "That freaking.....pervert...." I managed to contain most of my curses till Yami told me to just let it all out. I cursed my head off, from pure spite and fear. Yami was looking at me in awe by the time I was done.
"I haven't heard some of those. Where do you pick them all up?" He asked.
I grinned. "The marketplace. Some of those the thieves were yelling at me when you came in and they ran."
Yami looked thoughtful. "Do you regret our meeting?" He asked.
I shook my head. "No. If you hadn't come in...well... I don't even want to think about what the thief would have done. He had the exact same look in his eyes like your father.... Oh Hell's Teeth and throw Nephthys in it, he's going to come to me isn't he?!" I was shaking on the inside, trembling on the out.
Yami placed an arm around my shoulders. "Don't worry Mika. I will make sure you will live in this palace without fear or anger for no one will lay a hand on you and my father will be out of power by the time I am of age!" He said the last part violently, as if he was swearing an oath.
Darn, his voice when manipulated as such sounded even better, and his handsome features stood out more. How could he expect me to not find him irresistible? I was going to have it tough. It didn't help that his arm was around my shoulders so casually, I nearly cried out.
When he led me into the room across from his, I was in for a shock. It was already ready. It already held paintings of cats on the walls, and the cloth was fairly old that hung around the room, but the bed was fresh and they had brought some of my old things. I saw the doll that my mother had made for me and hugged it.
Yami was watching me from the doorway, his slim frame leaning casually against the wall, his arms crossed. He was watching me with those peculiar violet eyes, his face held no emotion so I could not read it. When I looked up into those eyes, (while kneeling on the floor with a doll in hand) I felt fear for the first time. I saw a trace of his father in them, even if they were gentler, but they were also sharp. I would hate to be glared daggers with those eyes, I might actually feel it. His eyes were colder in some way than his father's, poisonous, I didn't know if it was for the good or for the worse.
After a minute of looking at each other, he lit one of my lamps that was nearest to him. "If you need anything, knock on my door or ring the bell for a servant. Don't hesitate to scream or yell if you hear something or see someone in your room. I'll knock on your door before I come in, and I'll knock on your door in the morning for breakfast. Goodnight." He said it all so fast, I barely understood it. He was gone before I could reply, closing the door behind him.
I suddenly became conscious of the fact I had been holding the doll the whole time and I felt stupid. Boy, I must have looked like a dumb little kid, seeking comfort in a doll. At my age is should be a man.
'Like Yami.' A little voice said from somewhere in the back of my brain. I hate it when it speaks to me. 'No, he's the prince, and I'm an orphan. It could never be.' I said to it, thoroughly irritated that I was talking to myself through my brain. The next thing they'll be telling me is that I have a mental illness. Oh Ra, why do the gods have to be so cruel? Why Yami? Why me? Why us?
I fell asleep to these horrid thoughts, and my dreams were filled with voices just beyond hearing and of emotionless, violet eyes.
I had only just begun to dress when there was a knock on the door. I hastened dressing quickly and said, "come in."
He came in just as I finished tying the cord of my robe. I bowed to him, but he waved it aside. "It is time for breakfast. Your mother's burial is forty days from today." Before I could comment on that, he added, "You cannot cry when you go. You only came because I did, and you are going to have to look confused. Perhaps Father won't see your mother's features in the light. I'll try my best to keep the both of you apart, at least until the mummification is over."
Yami was the prince and all, but I really hated it when people ordered me around. "And if I don't?" I growled.
"Then good luck in the dungeons." He said with a smile, leading me out of the room.
We broke our fast quickly, and Yami began to tell me of the place's history. He was humble about the wealth he had, and it didn't seem to excite him. I was happy for that. Yami was never a bore. He was always telling me of the different things that had happened throughout the castle and rarely talked about himself. That made me sad because I really was interested about what he enjoyed, what his past was, what are his dreams. He never confided in me however and was always emotionless most of the time.
To give him credit, he was nice and self-controlled. There was no need of telling him what he needed to do and what was expected of him. He gradually opened up and I learned a great deal about his father and the Order. His unnerving calm helped me with my own out-of-control emotions and he helped me through.
He soon figured out about my horrid nightmares and told me that they were probably prophecies. I didn't tell him that some of those 'nightmares' weren't necessarily nightmares. I had quite a few dreams about love that made we wake to a nightmare of a harsh reality. Life was a nightmare in it self.
"Hey, Yami, did you ever have any brothers or sisters?" I asked him on the thirty-fifth day of my stay.
"Yes I did. I had a younger brother, twin sisters and my own twin brother." Yami said quietly, his eyes taking on his sad yet cold look. I knew it meant that his sorrow was immense; I'd seen that look once too often.
"Hey, you say that you can't be beaten at any game. Then let's place senet." I said, taking out the game from behind a couple of storage cushions. He nodded with a small smile and helped me set up the game.
We played three games. He won the first one and I won the next. The last game would decide who would win. We played fiercely to get our mind off of reality, and I soon lost myself in a fantasy in which Yami and I were a couple (most grown-up couples played senet, but that didn't stop me from learning it from my mother) and having a happy day. When I won the game, I could hardly believe it.
"All right! I beat the Master of Games!" I cried out happily, giving him an enthusiastic hug. Because of the ecstasy (no she does not take drugs) running through my veins, I lifted my head and kissed him. He seemed surprised, but that didn't make him hold back. He kissed me back soundly, his hands on my back.
I found myself against the wall, kissing each other ferociously. When we broke it off and detached ourselves from one another, we both were blushing furiously. "Um...I...we....the..." I stammered, fishing around for words. None of them seemed to fit for what passed over me
"I believe it was merely a passing passion. I felt it come over myself. Perhaps that is the reason why most marry at twelve and fourteen." Yami said calmly, his face not-so-red as I thought he'd be. I remembered how when we met for the second time, he said he was uninterested in marriage. I couldn't understand completely why he didn't want to marry; he didn't seem like the type that stayed single too long.
"But to be certain that it doesn't happen too soon..." He leaned down and gave me another kiss. It was still passionate but he was a little tense and very aware of what he was doing. He glanced at the window where the sun was hanging in view and left me with the excuse he had duties to full-fill.
I had sat there stunned, my body limp and numb from his touch. We acted normal around each other again, but I felt a tense thing between us, a barrier of some sort. The kisses remained unspoken of, but I wanted so badly to ask him if he had kissed me back because he liked me. I knew already that I wanted him terribly.
So the days passed and the day of the burial came. It took everything out of me to not cry. When people were placing flowers on her grave, I couldn't resist. I took some flowers and placed them on her casket, muttering a swift prayer to Nephthys that she kept her safe.
When Yami came with flowers as well, he put them on the casket and turned to me. "It seems Father thinks that you need to be doing some sort of task while you are here. He doesn't seem to think that a woman is allowed a tutor. I believe he will have maidens assist you in learning the way of a woman. Things such as spinning, and weaving..." He trailed off, looking awkward.
"Interesting; I never thought I'd be in a place where I could learn such leisure things." I said. Might as well make the best of everything. I was cheered a little that I wouldn't have to clean or something like that.
"Today you have free." He said, looking relieved that I wasn't angry. I stretched.
"You guys get up early around here." I muttered, still in mid stretch.
Author: I finally thought of the thing I wanted to say. I know that Yami's father was actually really nice and that he had no other siblings, but I wanted to twist things around. I mean, I know I totally wreaked the story line up from the Manga and the Nihongo anime, but eh, I figured since it's called a FANFICT and since I know what really is supposed to happen, it's okay. Just letting you know.
Egypt fact:
Men did clothes washing due to the fact there was alligators in the Nile
Nephthys- funeral goddess, befriends dead mortals
Author: Hello.....I have nothing else to say so....good bye
Disclaimer: ZZZzzzZZzz SNOOOOOOOORE Author: TT whacks it on the head Disclaimer: looks around wildly huh?! Wha-? Oh....erm....I no own Yu-Giiii- Ohhhhhhhhhhhh ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZ Author: Sigh moron I tell you, moron
Chapter four: arising passion
When Yami and I were out of ear shot from the door, Yami swore and made a curse under his breath. "You're going to have to watch your back Mika. He's going to try something, which is why I asked for you to be close." He said.
I nodded. "That freaking.....pervert...." I managed to contain most of my curses till Yami told me to just let it all out. I cursed my head off, from pure spite and fear. Yami was looking at me in awe by the time I was done.
"I haven't heard some of those. Where do you pick them all up?" He asked.
I grinned. "The marketplace. Some of those the thieves were yelling at me when you came in and they ran."
Yami looked thoughtful. "Do you regret our meeting?" He asked.
I shook my head. "No. If you hadn't come in...well... I don't even want to think about what the thief would have done. He had the exact same look in his eyes like your father.... Oh Hell's Teeth and throw Nephthys in it, he's going to come to me isn't he?!" I was shaking on the inside, trembling on the out.
Yami placed an arm around my shoulders. "Don't worry Mika. I will make sure you will live in this palace without fear or anger for no one will lay a hand on you and my father will be out of power by the time I am of age!" He said the last part violently, as if he was swearing an oath.
Darn, his voice when manipulated as such sounded even better, and his handsome features stood out more. How could he expect me to not find him irresistible? I was going to have it tough. It didn't help that his arm was around my shoulders so casually, I nearly cried out.
When he led me into the room across from his, I was in for a shock. It was already ready. It already held paintings of cats on the walls, and the cloth was fairly old that hung around the room, but the bed was fresh and they had brought some of my old things. I saw the doll that my mother had made for me and hugged it.
Yami was watching me from the doorway, his slim frame leaning casually against the wall, his arms crossed. He was watching me with those peculiar violet eyes, his face held no emotion so I could not read it. When I looked up into those eyes, (while kneeling on the floor with a doll in hand) I felt fear for the first time. I saw a trace of his father in them, even if they were gentler, but they were also sharp. I would hate to be glared daggers with those eyes, I might actually feel it. His eyes were colder in some way than his father's, poisonous, I didn't know if it was for the good or for the worse.
After a minute of looking at each other, he lit one of my lamps that was nearest to him. "If you need anything, knock on my door or ring the bell for a servant. Don't hesitate to scream or yell if you hear something or see someone in your room. I'll knock on your door before I come in, and I'll knock on your door in the morning for breakfast. Goodnight." He said it all so fast, I barely understood it. He was gone before I could reply, closing the door behind him.
I suddenly became conscious of the fact I had been holding the doll the whole time and I felt stupid. Boy, I must have looked like a dumb little kid, seeking comfort in a doll. At my age is should be a man.
'Like Yami.' A little voice said from somewhere in the back of my brain. I hate it when it speaks to me. 'No, he's the prince, and I'm an orphan. It could never be.' I said to it, thoroughly irritated that I was talking to myself through my brain. The next thing they'll be telling me is that I have a mental illness. Oh Ra, why do the gods have to be so cruel? Why Yami? Why me? Why us?
I fell asleep to these horrid thoughts, and my dreams were filled with voices just beyond hearing and of emotionless, violet eyes.
I had only just begun to dress when there was a knock on the door. I hastened dressing quickly and said, "come in."
He came in just as I finished tying the cord of my robe. I bowed to him, but he waved it aside. "It is time for breakfast. Your mother's burial is forty days from today." Before I could comment on that, he added, "You cannot cry when you go. You only came because I did, and you are going to have to look confused. Perhaps Father won't see your mother's features in the light. I'll try my best to keep the both of you apart, at least until the mummification is over."
Yami was the prince and all, but I really hated it when people ordered me around. "And if I don't?" I growled.
"Then good luck in the dungeons." He said with a smile, leading me out of the room.
We broke our fast quickly, and Yami began to tell me of the place's history. He was humble about the wealth he had, and it didn't seem to excite him. I was happy for that. Yami was never a bore. He was always telling me of the different things that had happened throughout the castle and rarely talked about himself. That made me sad because I really was interested about what he enjoyed, what his past was, what are his dreams. He never confided in me however and was always emotionless most of the time.
To give him credit, he was nice and self-controlled. There was no need of telling him what he needed to do and what was expected of him. He gradually opened up and I learned a great deal about his father and the Order. His unnerving calm helped me with my own out-of-control emotions and he helped me through.
He soon figured out about my horrid nightmares and told me that they were probably prophecies. I didn't tell him that some of those 'nightmares' weren't necessarily nightmares. I had quite a few dreams about love that made we wake to a nightmare of a harsh reality. Life was a nightmare in it self.
"Hey, Yami, did you ever have any brothers or sisters?" I asked him on the thirty-fifth day of my stay.
"Yes I did. I had a younger brother, twin sisters and my own twin brother." Yami said quietly, his eyes taking on his sad yet cold look. I knew it meant that his sorrow was immense; I'd seen that look once too often.
"Hey, you say that you can't be beaten at any game. Then let's place senet." I said, taking out the game from behind a couple of storage cushions. He nodded with a small smile and helped me set up the game.
We played three games. He won the first one and I won the next. The last game would decide who would win. We played fiercely to get our mind off of reality, and I soon lost myself in a fantasy in which Yami and I were a couple (most grown-up couples played senet, but that didn't stop me from learning it from my mother) and having a happy day. When I won the game, I could hardly believe it.
"All right! I beat the Master of Games!" I cried out happily, giving him an enthusiastic hug. Because of the ecstasy (no she does not take drugs) running through my veins, I lifted my head and kissed him. He seemed surprised, but that didn't make him hold back. He kissed me back soundly, his hands on my back.
I found myself against the wall, kissing each other ferociously. When we broke it off and detached ourselves from one another, we both were blushing furiously. "Um...I...we....the..." I stammered, fishing around for words. None of them seemed to fit for what passed over me
"I believe it was merely a passing passion. I felt it come over myself. Perhaps that is the reason why most marry at twelve and fourteen." Yami said calmly, his face not-so-red as I thought he'd be. I remembered how when we met for the second time, he said he was uninterested in marriage. I couldn't understand completely why he didn't want to marry; he didn't seem like the type that stayed single too long.
"But to be certain that it doesn't happen too soon..." He leaned down and gave me another kiss. It was still passionate but he was a little tense and very aware of what he was doing. He glanced at the window where the sun was hanging in view and left me with the excuse he had duties to full-fill.
I had sat there stunned, my body limp and numb from his touch. We acted normal around each other again, but I felt a tense thing between us, a barrier of some sort. The kisses remained unspoken of, but I wanted so badly to ask him if he had kissed me back because he liked me. I knew already that I wanted him terribly.
So the days passed and the day of the burial came. It took everything out of me to not cry. When people were placing flowers on her grave, I couldn't resist. I took some flowers and placed them on her casket, muttering a swift prayer to Nephthys that she kept her safe.
When Yami came with flowers as well, he put them on the casket and turned to me. "It seems Father thinks that you need to be doing some sort of task while you are here. He doesn't seem to think that a woman is allowed a tutor. I believe he will have maidens assist you in learning the way of a woman. Things such as spinning, and weaving..." He trailed off, looking awkward.
"Interesting; I never thought I'd be in a place where I could learn such leisure things." I said. Might as well make the best of everything. I was cheered a little that I wouldn't have to clean or something like that.
"Today you have free." He said, looking relieved that I wasn't angry. I stretched.
"You guys get up early around here." I muttered, still in mid stretch.
Author: I finally thought of the thing I wanted to say. I know that Yami's father was actually really nice and that he had no other siblings, but I wanted to twist things around. I mean, I know I totally wreaked the story line up from the Manga and the Nihongo anime, but eh, I figured since it's called a FANFICT and since I know what really is supposed to happen, it's okay. Just letting you know.
Egypt fact:
Men did clothes washing due to the fact there was alligators in the Nile
Nephthys- funeral goddess, befriends dead mortals