Got the "Argument" bit in the beginning from a plane ride with people from my class. Lets say Habibah and Neema were these two girls and Talibah was this guy. It was funny, but I was sorta motion sick that time and didn't realize that it was funny till...later. This chapter took so super long to update! SORRY!!! And it's kinda weird. I was very depressed when I wrote this...my beloved snake, Hobbit (don't ask) died. So I'll make this weird chapter dedicated to HOBBIT!!! Oh yeah, I already know my "lyrics" suck...so don't flame me.
Disclaimer: I have never owned Yugioh...and I still don't.
Insomnia
The way back to the palace seemed very long to Yami. Neema woke up...
"Damn it, its so freaking hot." She started fanning her self with her hand. She whined. "I hate this. How come there aren't any servants in here?!"
Habibah responded. "SHUT-UP!!! You're making my head hurt."
"I care what the fu- reak you think." She corrected her self, remembering there was a prince present. And smiled at Yami.
"Stop that! You'll BLIND him." Habibah shifted in her seat. "When will we get theeeeeeere!?!?"
Then Talibah slapped Habibah's arm with the back of her hand. "Quit your bitching."
"Who's bitching?!"
For the first time all three of them were engaged in a conversation. Not the friendliest of all conversations, but...it was a start.
Yami opened his mouth to speak. Then found that there was nothing for him to say. So he...sat, and by the time they got back to the palace, the sky was blood red and everyone was very tired and cross.
People were mumbling unintelligible things as they were taken to the palace's dining room, but once they were in, every one woke up and started taking every little detail of the palace.
"WOW..."
"Never thought I would be here."
"You have to marry him!"
The pharaoh stood up and said, "Welcome to the palace!!!" Food was brought in and every one dug in, hungry from the ride.
There was lots of conversation and laughter during dinner. And there where finch eggs even better than Imhotep's.
Then after dinner, the pharaoh, red in the face with wine, had said. "I must hear Talibah play the lute!"
Benerib, who was also very red slapped Talibah's back, "Go on!" Then he turned to a servant. "Bring her instrument."
Soon she was holding the lute and all eyes were on her. "What should I play, father?"
"Ooh, I don't KNOW, my dear."
Then her mother called out, "Play the really long one!"
"Alright." She started tuning the lute, and made some of the strings tighter. Then finally, she started the song. The beginning was slow and simple, like a lullaby. Yami listened intently. But there were voices in the back of his head...and they seemed to be singing.
-It started out a dream. Followed by many others.-
The tune changed slightly, becoming less simple and more playful.
-You had fun, only to neglect seeing the problems.-
Yami ground his head into his palm. I must be deranged, he thought. The tune completely changed, becoming dramatic and sad.
-It cannot be done, but it is possible. You betrayed them, ran after her.-
Then the song seemed dreary and angst-ridden.
-You chased after her...-
The melody became bubbly and simple again.
-To meet her on the other side.-
The song ended and rivets of sweat poured down Yami's back, he ground himself into his chair. Praying that no one could hear his heart beating. That was so weird, he thought.
Everyone clapped, even Habibah forgot to furrow her eyebrows and she seemed fascinated.
"Excellent," the pharaoh boomed. "Wasn't that great?"
There were many murmurs of agreement.
"Hmm...How about a sword fight!"
Siamen giggled, "Sefu can handle a sword."
The pharaoh turned to Imhotep, "I trust Wamukota can too?"
"Why of course, pharaoh. But he is left-handed."
Then Sefu said, "That's okay! I can use my left hand as well!"
"Superb!" The pharaoh said. He called for his servants to bring them their swords.
The two eleven year olds faced each other, and walked in circles. To Yami it looked quite comical, for two children to sword fight.
Then some one yelled, "begin!"
They still stood their distance, flashing each other moves surprisingly fast. Wamukota tried to poke Sefu first.
Sefu leaned out of the way, giving Wamukota a hard time to keep his balance.
"Haha, loser." Sefu mocked. He raised his sword. And it's glare caught the light of a candle and produced a light directed toward Yami. The light took the shape of a girl, tall and thin. The dancer. Yami desperately looked around to see if anyone had noticed. But everyone was laughing and staring attentively at the two.
Then Wamukota's sword caught the light too and Yami saw yet another scene. It seemed to be himself, as he could tell by the hair, walking down a aisle of a temple with...He couldn't tell. He felt himself falling slowly forward.
"Great! Good job."
Yami's head snapped up quickly. And saw Wamulota holding his arm with a few streams of blood running down his fingers. It seemed that Sefu had won.
"Yes, yes, great," The pharaoh said. "Now it is getting late. We must rest. Servants!" He called to a group and told them to escort the guests to their bedrooms. Halima started to pull Yami away.
"I have to scrub you up...you are FILTHY."
Yami whined and followed Halima into the bathing room, were he was bathed.
Halima stared at Yami. "Are you alright?" She asked, a troubled look on her face.
Yami, who had been recollecting the unusual evening, looked up with a start. "Huh? Oh, yea, I'm okay."
Halima dried Yami and took him to his bedroom. "Good night, my prince."
"Night." Yami waved a bit and got on to his bed. Despite all the things on his mind, he fell easily asleep.
He didn't dream that night, however, he awoke and couldn't seem to go back to sleep. He glanced at his small dog in the corner, it's eyes were wide and were staring at Yami.
"Can't go to sleep?"
The puppy whimpered a bit.
"I'll take that as a no. Want to go for a walk?"
The puppy immediately sprang up.
"And I'll take THAT as a yes." Yami got of his bed and put on a black robe. He carried up the dog and pushed the door open s l o w l y, and very quietly. He walked lightly down the halls and finally came to the entrance were a guard was sleeping. Yami waved his hands in front of his face bit. Then he ran swiftly down the steps and disappeared into the nearest curve.
The night air felt pleasant against his face. He put his puppy down and started walking toward the village, his puppy following closely behind him.
Little did he know that many people who do their work at night were also awake: prostitutes, thieves, and rapists. But the only ones that he would run into would be three thugs...and a dancer.
end chapter
Huzzah! Now I get to go on with the story. You know, they also say "Huzzah" in Master and Commander. You know I meant the movie right? Well any ways...HUZZAH!!!
Reviews are nice... .
Disclaimer: I have never owned Yugioh...and I still don't.
Insomnia
The way back to the palace seemed very long to Yami. Neema woke up...
"Damn it, its so freaking hot." She started fanning her self with her hand. She whined. "I hate this. How come there aren't any servants in here?!"
Habibah responded. "SHUT-UP!!! You're making my head hurt."
"I care what the fu- reak you think." She corrected her self, remembering there was a prince present. And smiled at Yami.
"Stop that! You'll BLIND him." Habibah shifted in her seat. "When will we get theeeeeeere!?!?"
Then Talibah slapped Habibah's arm with the back of her hand. "Quit your bitching."
"Who's bitching?!"
For the first time all three of them were engaged in a conversation. Not the friendliest of all conversations, but...it was a start.
Yami opened his mouth to speak. Then found that there was nothing for him to say. So he...sat, and by the time they got back to the palace, the sky was blood red and everyone was very tired and cross.
People were mumbling unintelligible things as they were taken to the palace's dining room, but once they were in, every one woke up and started taking every little detail of the palace.
"WOW..."
"Never thought I would be here."
"You have to marry him!"
The pharaoh stood up and said, "Welcome to the palace!!!" Food was brought in and every one dug in, hungry from the ride.
There was lots of conversation and laughter during dinner. And there where finch eggs even better than Imhotep's.
Then after dinner, the pharaoh, red in the face with wine, had said. "I must hear Talibah play the lute!"
Benerib, who was also very red slapped Talibah's back, "Go on!" Then he turned to a servant. "Bring her instrument."
Soon she was holding the lute and all eyes were on her. "What should I play, father?"
"Ooh, I don't KNOW, my dear."
Then her mother called out, "Play the really long one!"
"Alright." She started tuning the lute, and made some of the strings tighter. Then finally, she started the song. The beginning was slow and simple, like a lullaby. Yami listened intently. But there were voices in the back of his head...and they seemed to be singing.
-It started out a dream. Followed by many others.-
The tune changed slightly, becoming less simple and more playful.
-You had fun, only to neglect seeing the problems.-
Yami ground his head into his palm. I must be deranged, he thought. The tune completely changed, becoming dramatic and sad.
-It cannot be done, but it is possible. You betrayed them, ran after her.-
Then the song seemed dreary and angst-ridden.
-You chased after her...-
The melody became bubbly and simple again.
-To meet her on the other side.-
The song ended and rivets of sweat poured down Yami's back, he ground himself into his chair. Praying that no one could hear his heart beating. That was so weird, he thought.
Everyone clapped, even Habibah forgot to furrow her eyebrows and she seemed fascinated.
"Excellent," the pharaoh boomed. "Wasn't that great?"
There were many murmurs of agreement.
"Hmm...How about a sword fight!"
Siamen giggled, "Sefu can handle a sword."
The pharaoh turned to Imhotep, "I trust Wamukota can too?"
"Why of course, pharaoh. But he is left-handed."
Then Sefu said, "That's okay! I can use my left hand as well!"
"Superb!" The pharaoh said. He called for his servants to bring them their swords.
The two eleven year olds faced each other, and walked in circles. To Yami it looked quite comical, for two children to sword fight.
Then some one yelled, "begin!"
They still stood their distance, flashing each other moves surprisingly fast. Wamukota tried to poke Sefu first.
Sefu leaned out of the way, giving Wamukota a hard time to keep his balance.
"Haha, loser." Sefu mocked. He raised his sword. And it's glare caught the light of a candle and produced a light directed toward Yami. The light took the shape of a girl, tall and thin. The dancer. Yami desperately looked around to see if anyone had noticed. But everyone was laughing and staring attentively at the two.
Then Wamukota's sword caught the light too and Yami saw yet another scene. It seemed to be himself, as he could tell by the hair, walking down a aisle of a temple with...He couldn't tell. He felt himself falling slowly forward.
"Great! Good job."
Yami's head snapped up quickly. And saw Wamulota holding his arm with a few streams of blood running down his fingers. It seemed that Sefu had won.
"Yes, yes, great," The pharaoh said. "Now it is getting late. We must rest. Servants!" He called to a group and told them to escort the guests to their bedrooms. Halima started to pull Yami away.
"I have to scrub you up...you are FILTHY."
Yami whined and followed Halima into the bathing room, were he was bathed.
Halima stared at Yami. "Are you alright?" She asked, a troubled look on her face.
Yami, who had been recollecting the unusual evening, looked up with a start. "Huh? Oh, yea, I'm okay."
Halima dried Yami and took him to his bedroom. "Good night, my prince."
"Night." Yami waved a bit and got on to his bed. Despite all the things on his mind, he fell easily asleep.
He didn't dream that night, however, he awoke and couldn't seem to go back to sleep. He glanced at his small dog in the corner, it's eyes were wide and were staring at Yami.
"Can't go to sleep?"
The puppy whimpered a bit.
"I'll take that as a no. Want to go for a walk?"
The puppy immediately sprang up.
"And I'll take THAT as a yes." Yami got of his bed and put on a black robe. He carried up the dog and pushed the door open s l o w l y, and very quietly. He walked lightly down the halls and finally came to the entrance were a guard was sleeping. Yami waved his hands in front of his face bit. Then he ran swiftly down the steps and disappeared into the nearest curve.
The night air felt pleasant against his face. He put his puppy down and started walking toward the village, his puppy following closely behind him.
Little did he know that many people who do their work at night were also awake: prostitutes, thieves, and rapists. But the only ones that he would run into would be three thugs...and a dancer.
end chapter
Huzzah! Now I get to go on with the story. You know, they also say "Huzzah" in Master and Commander. You know I meant the movie right? Well any ways...HUZZAH!!!
Reviews are nice... .