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Ch. 8 My Love for You
Malaya sat wearing her bridesmaids' gown; she listened to Karri's friends talking. "Karri's new husband is so handsome..." one muttered. "Yes." another interrupted. Malaya groaned, those three had been talking like that for hours on end. She suddenly wondered who was forcing her to sit there; in that sewing room, and jogged outthe door. She blushed as the men of the temple stared at her skimpy, sea green- not to mention see through- gown. It was practically nothing save a few scarves tied together. 'Seto... Yami... Help!' she thought as she headed for the two men's rooms.
"I wish Malaya was here..." Yami sighed as he slurped his breakfast, "Ahh... Come on, Yami... You know how long women take to get ready for big events!" "Unless of course the women is not like the others." a cold voice interrupted, "Malaya!" both males exclaimed, turning to their friend. "Whoa... " Yami gasped at the sight of her nearly nude body. Seto began choking on his food. "Dumbass!" Malaya snapped, pounding his stomach with a calloused fist. His food suddenly flew from his mouth and onto... Karri's forehead. "K-Karri!" Yami stuttered as he looked at his fiance. "I... I... HOW DARE YOU! I WAS COMING TO SHOW YAMI MY WEDDING GOWN FOR TOMORROW, BUT YOU HAD TO SPIT ON IT!!!" the woman screeched, storming away.
-wedding day
"My pharaoh." she whispered, intruiging eyes misty. "Do not marry her... Please... I'm begging you." "Malaya... I love you so much... Yet Karri is my priority now. Soon she and I will have children... And you can be their nursemaid..." "Why are you doing this?" "You fool! Don't you understand?I love you so much that I could not bear to see you burdened by my children! Be free!" he pushed her away from the castle, ignoring her pleas. "My pharaoh... I love you, and if I didn't want to be burdened, I wouldn't be laying my heart before you... So I AM NO FOOL! You are..." she darted away.
Yami stood at the grave, remembering his fight with Malaya years ago, "I'm.. sosorry..." he whispered, he had grown old... And she was out there, silently weaving webs of love, youth eternal.