Zidet: ah ha! Thank you Rikku! You're so nice! I'm ... Honored. Heh.
Yami: you would...
Celsius: oh my! Zidet, I think it's your Birthday today...
Zidet: nooooo! I'm not 16! Not until 6:00 tonight. That's when I am really born.
Yami: 16 huh? Oooh. Mind if you come to the palace with me dear Princess Z?
Zidet:twitches err; no... you see I have things to be doing so... um yeah, anyway on with the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own any Yugioh characters but Celsius is
Yami: don't even think about saying it.
Zidet: err, um.... Never mind
The Pharaoh looked up and down at them glaring. Celsius prayed silently still wishing for just once something would go ok in her life. Something would take a small positive turn. But would it? Now he was here to tear apart what she had just received. Something that meant the world to her was probably going to be taken away before her very eyes.
Isis stood up bowing before her Pharaoh.
"I was just visiting the child to see if her injuries were healing properly. And I think she is doing quite well". She explained, though inside she was shaking. Yami pushed his bangs out of his eyes, looking at the two, still glaring.
"Isis! Be silent"! He shouted angrily walking forward, not looking pleased at all. Isis quickly bowed in respect standing away from Celsius as Yami walked over to her, caressing the side of her face. With a silent voice which didn't sound very happy at all he looked back to the beautiful priestess.
"Isis..." he said while gritting his teeth turning slightly around. Isis's eyes widened as she clenched her fists in aggravation. She knew what was coming. She knew both she and Celsius would be punished for the conversation they were having. She was prepared for it as she held her breath. Yami looked back into Celsius's beautiful eyes once more before speaking.
"Isis... Why didn't you tell me that she was awake! I specifically told you to! Why have you disobeyed my orders"!? He shouted turning all the way around to her and glaring with those terrible arrogant eyes. Celsius stayed silent... Though was still fearful that he had heard their conversation. She wasn't sure. But she hoped for the best. The Pharaoh stood up, walking around them pondering. Almost as he was thinking long and hard, he looked back up.
"Isis..." he said sternly. Isis quickly looked up, afraid of his words and his power. There was no feeling worse than having to stand and helplessly watch as you or your friend got a sentence from the Pharaoh. Isis has seen it all too much. She once had a friend who she adored as a sister. They spent as much time as possible together. But that had all ended too soon.
Isis thought back to that day. That last day that they would both share the same sun and moon. The same sky.
The day was hot and dry. One of the many dressings of the country Egypt. The Egyptians continued their never changing work as the heat poured down like a fiery river of hell. Isis of course paid it no mind as her friend and faithful ally, Masika walked through the market square, having no intention of buying anything, just taking a nice look around. At that time, Isis was not a Priestess, but learning. Her Mother was serving the Pharaoh at that time, and was an excellent Guardian.
"Masika, where did you want to go now"? Isis asked smiling, almost doing a twirl. Her black hair shining like rich oil. Masika continued walking ahead, looking down in thought. Her black hair was short; shoulder length. The strange thing about it was that it always looked like it was wet. As if she was caught in a heavy rainstorm. But there was no water drips. Very strange, but Isis never said much about it. Masika's hair looked magical to her. It probably wouldn't look good on anyone else. On the other hand, Masika meant 'born during rain', so maybe that had to do with something. But as for on that day, Isis and Masika didn't want to think of anything but their free 'nothing to do day'. It was their favorite time.
"Isis, lets take a look on the jewelry today. I heard that this week they got new stuff. It's probably gorgeous"! She explained, jumping up and down. Isis smiled walking with her to the direction of the markets. Once they were there, their jaw dropped seeing the sparkling gems. They got new things every week. But this time, it was almost impossible to have those kinds of stones. Neither of them has seen anything like it before. The store owner watched intently to see if he had a few customers to tend with. Isis looked to the gems, occasionally glancing at Masika to see if she shared the same interest. She wasn't surprised to see that she had the same expression.
"Ladies, is there anything I can do for you? Would you like to buy anything today? Perhaps one that suits your personality"?
Isis gazed at all of the fine jewels, shaking head sadly.
"no, sir. We're fine. Just looking". The man smiled, though his face showed a bit of aggravation. He desparately needed a customer. And these two seemed like the perfect victims.
Yami: you would...
Celsius: oh my! Zidet, I think it's your Birthday today...
Zidet: nooooo! I'm not 16! Not until 6:00 tonight. That's when I am really born.
Yami: 16 huh? Oooh. Mind if you come to the palace with me dear Princess Z?
Zidet:twitches err; no... you see I have things to be doing so... um yeah, anyway on with the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own any Yugioh characters but Celsius is
Yami: don't even think about saying it.
Zidet: err, um.... Never mind
The Pharaoh looked up and down at them glaring. Celsius prayed silently still wishing for just once something would go ok in her life. Something would take a small positive turn. But would it? Now he was here to tear apart what she had just received. Something that meant the world to her was probably going to be taken away before her very eyes.
Isis stood up bowing before her Pharaoh.
"I was just visiting the child to see if her injuries were healing properly. And I think she is doing quite well". She explained, though inside she was shaking. Yami pushed his bangs out of his eyes, looking at the two, still glaring.
"Isis! Be silent"! He shouted angrily walking forward, not looking pleased at all. Isis quickly bowed in respect standing away from Celsius as Yami walked over to her, caressing the side of her face. With a silent voice which didn't sound very happy at all he looked back to the beautiful priestess.
"Isis..." he said while gritting his teeth turning slightly around. Isis's eyes widened as she clenched her fists in aggravation. She knew what was coming. She knew both she and Celsius would be punished for the conversation they were having. She was prepared for it as she held her breath. Yami looked back into Celsius's beautiful eyes once more before speaking.
"Isis... Why didn't you tell me that she was awake! I specifically told you to! Why have you disobeyed my orders"!? He shouted turning all the way around to her and glaring with those terrible arrogant eyes. Celsius stayed silent... Though was still fearful that he had heard their conversation. She wasn't sure. But she hoped for the best. The Pharaoh stood up, walking around them pondering. Almost as he was thinking long and hard, he looked back up.
"Isis..." he said sternly. Isis quickly looked up, afraid of his words and his power. There was no feeling worse than having to stand and helplessly watch as you or your friend got a sentence from the Pharaoh. Isis has seen it all too much. She once had a friend who she adored as a sister. They spent as much time as possible together. But that had all ended too soon.
Isis thought back to that day. That last day that they would both share the same sun and moon. The same sky.
The day was hot and dry. One of the many dressings of the country Egypt. The Egyptians continued their never changing work as the heat poured down like a fiery river of hell. Isis of course paid it no mind as her friend and faithful ally, Masika walked through the market square, having no intention of buying anything, just taking a nice look around. At that time, Isis was not a Priestess, but learning. Her Mother was serving the Pharaoh at that time, and was an excellent Guardian.
"Masika, where did you want to go now"? Isis asked smiling, almost doing a twirl. Her black hair shining like rich oil. Masika continued walking ahead, looking down in thought. Her black hair was short; shoulder length. The strange thing about it was that it always looked like it was wet. As if she was caught in a heavy rainstorm. But there was no water drips. Very strange, but Isis never said much about it. Masika's hair looked magical to her. It probably wouldn't look good on anyone else. On the other hand, Masika meant 'born during rain', so maybe that had to do with something. But as for on that day, Isis and Masika didn't want to think of anything but their free 'nothing to do day'. It was their favorite time.
"Isis, lets take a look on the jewelry today. I heard that this week they got new stuff. It's probably gorgeous"! She explained, jumping up and down. Isis smiled walking with her to the direction of the markets. Once they were there, their jaw dropped seeing the sparkling gems. They got new things every week. But this time, it was almost impossible to have those kinds of stones. Neither of them has seen anything like it before. The store owner watched intently to see if he had a few customers to tend with. Isis looked to the gems, occasionally glancing at Masika to see if she shared the same interest. She wasn't surprised to see that she had the same expression.
"Ladies, is there anything I can do for you? Would you like to buy anything today? Perhaps one that suits your personality"?
Isis gazed at all of the fine jewels, shaking head sadly.
"no, sir. We're fine. Just looking". The man smiled, though his face showed a bit of aggravation. He desparately needed a customer. And these two seemed like the perfect victims.