Neko2: Hi everyone, I'm back. Hmm…not so many reviews as last time, but oh well.
Onward to the Q/As and responses. Cookies for Lady Winged Knight. S because she gave a nice long review. I liked that.
Yami: You bought those with your own money?
Neko2: Yup!
Yami: Did you remember to get your change?
Neko2: No…
Yami: You're famous for that. --;;;
Lady Winged Knight. S: Hmm…Yugi has a point there. No I didn't realize how hentai that sounds. You're right Yugi is one VERY LUCKY boy! Sorry I misinterpreted your review. I guess I'm not actually a Tea hater but I'm not crazy about her repetitive friendship speeches. I find the fact that she does them a lot to be a little annoying. I don't hate her. But I'm not the Tea lover I used to be. She's okay. I like Mai a little more. Just my opinion. It is kinda hard to see the YGO cast singing I know, I have a little trouble myself. Just bear with me here.
Yana5: Probably, but he wouldn't know why he got jealous.
Kitty Neko: Will soon.
Latias: The songs help move the story along
Curtis Zidane Ziraa: I needed a hook at the end. It was weak I know ;;
Disclaimer: Still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or Aida otherwise I wouldn't be writing fan fiction now would I? I'm not Elton John, Tim Rice, or Kazuki Takashi, so there!
Yugi sighed quietly as he and the blond boy headed down a long dim hall. It was just bright enough for him to make out carvings of hieroglyphics and some rather vicious looking monsters. He sighed again as he thought of home. He missed the nice cool breeze against his face as he navigated the Nile, his loving Grandfather, and sailing. Yugi loved to sail because it was only on the river that he felt he could escape his problems. The river was freedom to him. Tears started to flow in his eyes, but he wiped them away before they could escape and run down his cheeks. Only then did it occur to him that the blond boy was starring in his direction with an amazed look in his eyes. Confused, Yugi turned to see what the other boy was looking at. Seeing nothing he turned around again.
"Why are you staring?" he asked.
"I'm sorry. Didn't mean ta stare. It's jus that I've been gett'n this feeling like I've seen you somewhere 'an it jus clicked!" he answered excitedly. Before Yugi could stop him, Jounouchi burst out in song and Yugi had to try his best to keep it down so no one could hear. He had to keep his wits about him if he valued his life and having this boy, blurt out the truth. No matter how much he begged he could not get the boy to calm down.
Jounouchi:
I grew up in your hometown
At least began to grow
I hadn't got my first shave
Before the body blow
Egyptians in the courtyard
My family in chains
You witnessed our abduction
Which possibly explains
How I know you
How I know you
Before that fateful morning
My family enjoyed
A privileged existence
For my farther was employed
Ass advisor to the king no less
Which surely rings a bell
For as you are his grandson
You probably can tell
How I know you
How I know you
Yugi began to sing in protest:
You know too much and what you say
Is better left unknown
And now I'm just a slave like you
Our lives are not our own
Jounouchi:
I never have abandoned
And nor think could you
That spark of hope for freedom
No terror can subdue
Yugi:
My only hope is silence
You've never seen my face (As if to emphasize his point, he pointed towards himself .)
Jounouchi:
No you remain a prince
In any time or place
Yugi:
You don't know me
Jounouchi:
Yes I know you
Yugi:
You don't now me
Jounouchi:
How I know you
How I know you
With that the two slaves proceeded down the hallway.
When Yugi entered the next room he saw nothing but endless rows of colorful gowns from ordinary dresses to ones that looked in his opinion perfectly tawdry. For example one dress was covered from head to toe in puce colored feathers with a matching bonnet.
'Amerhibeka might have liked this dress' he sighed inwardly as his thoughts trailed off to his deceased sister.
She had loved fashion, and dreamed about owning dresses such as the ones he now saw in before him. Although, he sometimes had gotten the feeling, that she felt that apparel was a way to hide her lack of self-esteem. She had died about a year prior to his capture, and he still missed her. She had taught him everything he knew about fashion.
'I've got a feeling that I'm going to need everything I know to please the princess.' he thought as he continued down the rows and rows colorful dresses 'she seems really like fashion.' He had to admire the clothes that these foreigners wore. They were so elaborate, some of them had intricate patterns woven around the edges, and others did not. However, they were still one step above what his family wore on even the most formal occasions. Jounouchi cleared his throat, snapping Yugi back to harsh reality and bowed. He motioned for Yugi to do the same.
"Your highness, my master, the crowned prince of Egypt, wishes to present you with present to you a gift to say he is sorry that he could not come to see you after his arrival home today." He stated uncharacteristically formally. Before them was a tall girl with light auburn and hair and grayish-blue eyes. Amneris glanced at Yugi with disappointment in her eyes, sighed, and then looked down at the floor. She was trying to hold back tears. 'Doesn't Atem like me anymore?' she wondered. Then she refocused her attention on her new slave.
"Can you sew?" she asked with her voice full of doubt.
"Yes, your highness." Yugi answered so quietly his voice was barely a whisper. "Would you like a long purple dress with a v-shaped neck?" Amneris' eyes light up brightly, like sparkles of sunlight on water.
"Yes, I'd love it!" She exclaimed, as smile crossed her face. She was absolutely delighted to meet a boy who could sew. "What's your name?"
"Yugi."
Neko2: --;; Sorry it's so short. Next chapter will be longer. I promise! And I'll update faster.