Sacred Tears
Zidet: hello! Yami: yes.....hello... Zidet: oh be cheerful will ya? Celsius: anyway......would we please start already? Zidet: ok then, Yami, read the disclaimer. Disclaimer: Zidet does not own any Yugioh characters but does own some of her own.
The day was young, early morning. Pharaoh Yami's palace stood shining from the golden sun. Everyone seemed to be having a normal day. Everyone except one girl. Her red hair swung back and fourth as she walked through the town shining tears going down her cheek. Where was the place? Why had she come here? She hadn't remembered coming here. She didn't even seem to know anything about herself. Only her name.
As she walked through the town, she began to her whispers and gossip about some pharaoh named Yami who was supposedly having this day chosen to bring new slaves to his palace. What scared her the most was that these slaves she was hearing about were not just normal labor slaves. In fact, slaves didn't sound normal at all. But aside from that; these slaves they were talking about were pleasure slaves. Their ages ranging from fifteen to eighteen. What scared the girl the most was that she was sixteen. Normally in any case, she wouldn't feel scared because she wasn't part of this place. But this man, Yami they were talking about was a king, and obviously not a very nice one at that. Besides now that she was paying closer attention to her surroundings. She began to notice that these people were all staring at her.
The girl put her head down sadly. Yes, they would be. She had different attire from all of them, and to make matters much worse she was the only red head in this town it seemed.
The girl began to feel very dizzy as the flaming sun began to take its toll. She looked around seeing many markets in every corner selling jewelry, food, and clothing. These stores all had a bit a shade; which was precisely what she wanted right now. But she certaintly didn't want to go near the food market or the clothes. The food market would increase her hunger pangs, and the clothing market would draw more attention to her own clothes. So the only option as of now was the jewelry market.
Sighing, The redhead walked cautiously up to the market head down. People still stared all around her. They didn't even seem to care whether she noticed or not. As she walked closer, more tears began to blur her vision. "May I help you, miss?" a voice rang out. The girl looked up to see the store owner beside her smiling kindly. Her lip quivered as she went to the ground, burying her face into her hands. People nearby watched closely; some commenting on her strange looks. And others whispering about her rare aura she was giving out.
The store owner kneeled down beside her holding her in her arms. "Dear child, what is the matter? Why are you crying"? The redhead looked up, her face tear streaked. "Because I don't know where I am and I'm scared!" she cried out, tears still falling. The was a murmur from the gathering crowd as someone came closer. The store owner looked up, shocked and a bit afraid. She immediately bowed her head in respect. "High priest Seto... This girl... She..." She trailed off as the man who had parted the crowd, lifted up one hand to silence her. He looked around before dropping his gaze on the young girl. He tilted his head slightly before speaking. "Does anyone hear know this child that lays before you?!" he shouted so all could hear. The crowd was silent as the girls whimpering continued. The store owner continued to stroke the redheads hair, not uttering a single word. The priest waited a few more minutes before speaking once again. "well then, I'm sure this unique gift from Ra will be most suitable for the pharaoh." He said looking to the store owner with his cold eyes, signaling the command. The store owner stood up lifting the frightened girl with her. She walked her over toward the priest looking down. Her eyes stayed to the ground as Seto took the girl from her arms holding her tightly. "Lets go." He said sternly. The redhead let more tears fall as she walked with him, his hand still tightly around her. In the palace, Pharaoh Yami sat on his throne, his servants rushing around, getting ready for all the slaves to be presented to the pharaoh. The floor glimmered as the walls shining gold reflected through the floor, leaving golden streaks on the ground. "Where are they?!" Yami shouted out, banging his fist on the arm rest of his throne. He hated waiting. He was losing his patience very fast. He wanted someone right now. The servants all bowed before him, one speaking in a quavering voice. "My Pharaoh. The slaves have just arrived, shall we tell your council to bring them in?" She asked still keeping her head down. Yami glared giving the permission to let them come. The door burst open a few minutes later, the guards leading in the slaves, all girls ranging from the spoken ages. They all had their head down, tears coming from all their eyes. Yami smiled coming down from his throne and looking them all over carefully. True, they were all beautiful, yet they weren't the gift that he desired. He continued walking down the row, gazing at all of them, smiling still with a dark intention. There was a whimper all the way down the row, which Yami heard and intended to find out who it was. Skipping all the girls, he walked to the end seeing something he had never expected to find. A girl, ranging from fifteen to sixteen stood, her head bowed down low, crying as he expected. But what he didn't suspect was her clothes and her beautiful exotic red hair. Nobody in this place had that color of hair before. And her face was so soft as he lifted her chin up to see her eyes. And a lovely color they were. Pure green and so rare to find. He had never seen a slave quite like this. This girl seemed to destined to belong to him; and indeed she would. Yami looked over to the guards nodding as he took the girls hand. "I have chosen my gift. The others may go." He explained still grinning at the beautiful flower he had now in his possession.
Zidet: hello! Yami: yes.....hello... Zidet: oh be cheerful will ya? Celsius: anyway......would we please start already? Zidet: ok then, Yami, read the disclaimer. Disclaimer: Zidet does not own any Yugioh characters but does own some of her own.
The day was young, early morning. Pharaoh Yami's palace stood shining from the golden sun. Everyone seemed to be having a normal day. Everyone except one girl. Her red hair swung back and fourth as she walked through the town shining tears going down her cheek. Where was the place? Why had she come here? She hadn't remembered coming here. She didn't even seem to know anything about herself. Only her name.
As she walked through the town, she began to her whispers and gossip about some pharaoh named Yami who was supposedly having this day chosen to bring new slaves to his palace. What scared her the most was that these slaves she was hearing about were not just normal labor slaves. In fact, slaves didn't sound normal at all. But aside from that; these slaves they were talking about were pleasure slaves. Their ages ranging from fifteen to eighteen. What scared the girl the most was that she was sixteen. Normally in any case, she wouldn't feel scared because she wasn't part of this place. But this man, Yami they were talking about was a king, and obviously not a very nice one at that. Besides now that she was paying closer attention to her surroundings. She began to notice that these people were all staring at her.
The girl put her head down sadly. Yes, they would be. She had different attire from all of them, and to make matters much worse she was the only red head in this town it seemed.
The girl began to feel very dizzy as the flaming sun began to take its toll. She looked around seeing many markets in every corner selling jewelry, food, and clothing. These stores all had a bit a shade; which was precisely what she wanted right now. But she certaintly didn't want to go near the food market or the clothes. The food market would increase her hunger pangs, and the clothing market would draw more attention to her own clothes. So the only option as of now was the jewelry market.
Sighing, The redhead walked cautiously up to the market head down. People still stared all around her. They didn't even seem to care whether she noticed or not. As she walked closer, more tears began to blur her vision. "May I help you, miss?" a voice rang out. The girl looked up to see the store owner beside her smiling kindly. Her lip quivered as she went to the ground, burying her face into her hands. People nearby watched closely; some commenting on her strange looks. And others whispering about her rare aura she was giving out.
The store owner kneeled down beside her holding her in her arms. "Dear child, what is the matter? Why are you crying"? The redhead looked up, her face tear streaked. "Because I don't know where I am and I'm scared!" she cried out, tears still falling. The was a murmur from the gathering crowd as someone came closer. The store owner looked up, shocked and a bit afraid. She immediately bowed her head in respect. "High priest Seto... This girl... She..." She trailed off as the man who had parted the crowd, lifted up one hand to silence her. He looked around before dropping his gaze on the young girl. He tilted his head slightly before speaking. "Does anyone hear know this child that lays before you?!" he shouted so all could hear. The crowd was silent as the girls whimpering continued. The store owner continued to stroke the redheads hair, not uttering a single word. The priest waited a few more minutes before speaking once again. "well then, I'm sure this unique gift from Ra will be most suitable for the pharaoh." He said looking to the store owner with his cold eyes, signaling the command. The store owner stood up lifting the frightened girl with her. She walked her over toward the priest looking down. Her eyes stayed to the ground as Seto took the girl from her arms holding her tightly. "Lets go." He said sternly. The redhead let more tears fall as she walked with him, his hand still tightly around her. In the palace, Pharaoh Yami sat on his throne, his servants rushing around, getting ready for all the slaves to be presented to the pharaoh. The floor glimmered as the walls shining gold reflected through the floor, leaving golden streaks on the ground. "Where are they?!" Yami shouted out, banging his fist on the arm rest of his throne. He hated waiting. He was losing his patience very fast. He wanted someone right now. The servants all bowed before him, one speaking in a quavering voice. "My Pharaoh. The slaves have just arrived, shall we tell your council to bring them in?" She asked still keeping her head down. Yami glared giving the permission to let them come. The door burst open a few minutes later, the guards leading in the slaves, all girls ranging from the spoken ages. They all had their head down, tears coming from all their eyes. Yami smiled coming down from his throne and looking them all over carefully. True, they were all beautiful, yet they weren't the gift that he desired. He continued walking down the row, gazing at all of them, smiling still with a dark intention. There was a whimper all the way down the row, which Yami heard and intended to find out who it was. Skipping all the girls, he walked to the end seeing something he had never expected to find. A girl, ranging from fifteen to sixteen stood, her head bowed down low, crying as he expected. But what he didn't suspect was her clothes and her beautiful exotic red hair. Nobody in this place had that color of hair before. And her face was so soft as he lifted her chin up to see her eyes. And a lovely color they were. Pure green and so rare to find. He had never seen a slave quite like this. This girl seemed to destined to belong to him; and indeed she would. Yami looked over to the guards nodding as he took the girls hand. "I have chosen my gift. The others may go." He explained still grinning at the beautiful flower he had now in his possession.