This is my new story, after a good couple of monthes without writing. It is not a one shot, because I was being creative, shudder and a plot popped into my brain. Crazy how those things work. There is romance and there is some humor. The humor is more satirical than anything, I guess. It is not really the 'hee hee I burned some toast and threw it at Yami before he could chase me with his flamethrower that magically appeared in his hand!!' kind of humor. Do not worry, it is not like that. This is also very, very short. I realize that. The rest of the chapters will probably be a lot longer. Anyway, enjoy. And if you feel so obliged, I would appreciate it if you would review. Be honest, I do not mind flames.

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Queen of Darkness

Prologue

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So, once upon a time there was a girl. This girl happened to be beautiful. And young. Also, a queen. This queen had a beautiful king, and they were very happy together.

This queen would go dancing with her king at parties. They could dance for hours. Her brown hair would dance to the beat as they moved. Her blue eyes would fall on his as she smiled warmingly.

He would lead her outside. The sky would suddenly be darker than it should be, and they would look at the moon. She would tremble and press into his arms. He would wrap her closer, and they would spot a shooting star.

He would tap her arm and motion for her to pause while he would go fetch a bench or something, and sit out under the stars with her. He would put his arm around her and ask if she was cold. She would slightly shiver, and he would squeeze her tighter.

She would look at him and star into his beautiful eyes longingly. With that, he would pull her closer and give her a small kiss on the cheek. She would smile and gaze out at the stars around them. She would sigh and think about how lovely everything was.

He would pull he even closer, gaze into her eyes, and let his lips gently caress her lips. The couple would embrace each other for what seemed like forever. They were so happy, Queen Anzu and...

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Chapter 1

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"Damn it!" Isis cried. "Why do this Ra-damned scrolls always have to be ripped!"

Isis proceeded to carefully set the scroll in the middle of a table, so it would not be messed up, walked over to the nearest wall, and began punching it.

A man walked in and grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away before she could do more damage to her hands.

"Isis! Have you completely lost it? What's the matter with you?"

"Seto! These stupid scrolls! They're all ruined. I was this close to finding something new, and the damn scroll just feels it must be incomplete."

"Something new... wow. What was this one about?" He asked as he picked up the tablet she had been reading.

"It was about an ancient queen, and her king. The queen was Anzu, the ancient form of Tea..."

"And who was the king?"

"That's what I was about to find out. It could have been many people. I just don't know."

"Wouldn't the king be Yami?"

"Not necessarily, he was pharoah, but that doesn't necessarily mean he was considered the king to whoever made this scroll. It could have been Bakura, or even you, for that matter."

'Hmm...even me. This could be interesting, Tea is pretty, and it would be nice to have a girl destined to be mine. And it would piss off Yami. Maybe I'll look into this more,' Seto thought.

"Wow. That does suck, then. I see why the dent in the wall was so vital."

"Would you like to help me cultivate it?"

"No, I have more important...business matters to attend to. Just don't kill yourself, we still need you for translating the scrolls."

Isis picked up the scroll again as Seto walked out. The scribe seemed to have a bit too much fun writing this one.

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"La la la..." Tea sang. Inside her room, Tea was dancing. The bright colors of her walls danced around her as she did a fast spin. They came to a sudden stop as her cd player skipped.

"Gah! I love this part, why do you always have to die?" She whined as she started the song again.

"La la la..." Tea sang.

Tea was practicing a few new moves for a competition tomorrow. Her class president had been running out of ideas for the essembly, and had decided to put in a dance competition that would, hopefully, take up a good 20 minutes or so. Just enough time to allow the entire school to miss the president's worst class. It had seemed like a good idea to him at the time.

Tea, on the other hand, was not so excited about it. She had volunteered, but reluctently. Tea had heard that the contestents would have dance parteners who were not picked ahead of time. That was the only part that annoyed her.

"La la la..." Tea sang.

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