disclaimer: I don't own this anime sadly . but I do own Ayame . I made her up.

Ayame - descriptions of Ayame:
wears: normal clothing, nothing fancy.
Student: Average student with an absolutely normal life(at least that's what everyone in the school thinks).
Where Ayame lives: in a mansion
People Ayame lives with: by yourself with lots of Maidens and servants
Parents/Relatives: none. Parents were millionaires, they were business people, but they did when Ayame was 13.
Siblings: none
Status: Above average business girl genius. Currently
Business: Designing/building high-tech machines, invent illusions and virtual images. Why? Ask her that, because I don't know.

Flash back

"Please, don't die!" A voice, a familiar deep voice that sounded worried.

Ayame opened her eyes. The pain was searing through her body. She saw his face. There was the rarest jewel in all of Egypt on his forehead. The jewel was shaped as an upside down triangle. It's shaded as a blend of emerald and sapphire with a well designed golden frame. It was the color of Ayame's eyes. He was a pharaoh, a pharaoh from the ancient Egypt.

"You must forget me from now on." He said.
"No! I will never forget you! Please don't…!" Ayame started crying in his arms. The tears just wouldn't stop.
"I'm sorry, but you must." He held her tight with his bloodstained arms. There were cuts and bruises everywhere on him.
"Atem-sama! Please, d-d-don't leave me abandoned in this world!" She choked out each word.
"Ayame, I must! It's the only way. It's the only way for you to live on, " Pharaoh Atem said. "I don't want you to die, I love you too much to let that happen!"
Tears were trickling down his tanned cheeks.
A flash of light, and the Pharaoh was gone.

Flash Back Ends

Ayame was in her math class, chewing on the back of her pencil, daydreaming about a fantasy with her destined prince, sigh, again .

"Ayame?"

She snapped out of the dream. "Huh? What?"

"That's the third time in my class today, if you dare to space out one more time, I'm going to send you down to the office," said the math teacher.

Everyone was looking at Ayame with giggles. Feeling the embarrassment rushing through her head, and she felt she was turning pink.

"I'm sorry." Knowing perfectly well that the teacher won't forgive her.

Why am I always like this? Ayame asked herself.

RRRIIIIINNNNGGGGG!

The end of the school bell rang. All the students rushed out of the classroom. Ayame went to her locker to get her homework and jacket to get ready for home.

"Yeah, that girl with the long straight brown hair over there," A boy on the other side of hall asked his friends. "What's her name again?"

"Erm, I think its Aya? No. Maybe Ami? No. I don't know." replied the one named Tristen who was looking at the same girl.

That guy walked up to Ayame, and leaned on the locker that's beside her's. Ayame looked at him with her bluish-green eyes with a what-do-you-want-with-me look.

"Yo, what's your name?" The guy with the blondish-brown hair asked the girl with a grin.

She turned away from him then answered, "Ayame."

He bends down to level his head with Ayame's, " Look at me when I am talking to you."

"Why should I look in the eye of some stranger?" Ayame answered him coldly.

His friends are laughing at him. One of them was girl. She has shoulder length hair, brown eyes. She was pretty.

"Oh, Joey, burn!" That girl is still laughing. "You started of on the wrong foot, man!"

"Shut up!" Joey yelled, "Mind your own fuckin' business, Tea, why don't ya?"

Ayame, a girl without any friends, just stared at them arguing. She stared at them with such loneliness. Thinking about how alone she was, with no friends or anyone.

Wondering what it would be like to have someone to rely on. Someone to share joy and secrets. She forgot everything about having friends.

They stopped immediately when they saw the lonely expression of this abandoned child. They felt sympathy for her.

"We can be your friends."

Ayame turned to the boy who taking to her. Two violet eyes were gazing at her face with such kindness and respect.

Those eyes, she thought, those eyes reminds me of someone, but of whom? She couldn't remember the last time people treating her with respect and as their equal.

"Friends?"
"Sure!" The short boy with violet eyes smiling at her with true pureness.
"Yugi, what the hell are you doing?" Joey asked, who's just about to blow up.
"Trust me on this Joey."
"Cut me some slack, friends means to share secrets, share joy, and share their most inner emotions, right? If friendship means that, then I don't need any." She lied, to everybody, and to herself.
"No, friends don't just mean that." The one named Yugi said. "Friendship is something that's really precious, and something that cannot be bought or sold. You can't get friendship from anywhere but from one's heart. It is held by trust."
Ayame just stood there, stunned, she never knew.
A flash of memories rushed through her mind.

Flash Backs
Ayame was standing there, all alone, at the Pharaoh's Party.
"Hello, may I have this dance?" A hand reached out to her.
Ayame looked up, she saw the Pharaoh. She blushed. Ayame didn't dare to say no, it was the Pharaoh after all. They both had a great time.
After a while, they had strong emotions for each other. Was it that trust, from the heart?

Flash Backs End

You don't understand. None of you understand. Ayame thought, she can't remember anything that had happened, but she knows that it had happened. "My heart was loved once, broken once, and got betrayed once, and now it can never be repaired."

"I'm sorry." Yugi said. "You probably forgot what it was like to be have trust or to be trusted."
Ayame turned away once more, and headed off.

She was on her way home. Ayame was just about to cross the street, and then she met this teen-like guy. He has silver hair.

"Hey there, Ayame." Said the stranger.
"How did you know my name?"
"Oh, I know everything about you." He said. "I know about had happened when you were thirteen. I know how you feel. In this world."

Who's he playing at? Ayame wondered. "If you do, then how come I don't know you?"
"Ah, well, that's a long story," He said, "We go a long way back."
"We do?"
"You got a lot of questions eh? The stranger chuckled.
"Maybe you can start by telling me who you are?" Ayame asked with a curious look.
"My name is Bakura Ryu." He sighed, "I really don't want to tell you this, but I have to take you away with me."
"What? No, it's okay, I'm fine at where I am right now."
"I am not joking you know?" He said, this time in a more serious tone. Bakura grabbed Ayame's wrist, and tried to drag her with him, but Ayame was way to stubborned to be taken away like that, so she used her school bag, and slammed it on this guy's head, hard. Of course, she runs fast after that.
"Ouch! Get back here!" Yelled Bakura.
Ayame ran out of breath, and that guy is catching up. She was looking behind her back to see how far he's at. CRASH! She bumped into a couple some street bullies by accident.
"Oh shit." She said. This ain't good, she thought.
"Oh, what do we have here?" Said one of them, who were cracking their knuckles.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you." She was pleading for them to not beat her up.
She's got no time to think. She ran, faster than usual.

Oh, perfect, now I got everybody chasing me. She was talking to herself sarcastically. They just made my day, not.

She couldn't run any longer, she collapsed on to the ground. The bullies arrived first. Ayame was sitting on the ground.

"You little bitch, you made us ran all this way." One of them sneered. "Come on boys, lets have some fun."

He grabbed her by the collar, and was ready to punch her in the face. Ayame closed her eyes and waited for the worst to come. But it never came; instead, she got dropped back onto the ground. She opened her eyes, and saw Joey and Tristen there. They were fighting the bullies down. After they were done finishing them off they turned over to Ayame.

"So, we meet again." Joey grinned as usual.
"Joey, cut it out, you are going to make her mad again." Tristen said.
Ayame was really confused, "Why? After how I've treated you guys."
"Ayame," Tristen said, " Joey, he's…OW! What the hell?" It appeared that Joey has hit Tristen in the head with his fist.
Joey made an eye contact with Ayame. She smiled at him. "Thank you for helping me out."
"Uh, it was nothin'." Joey blushed.
She's so beautiful when she smiles. Joey thought to himself.
Yugi and Tea were there too.
"Say, do you guys want a ride home? My car is just down the street over there." Ayame insisted as a return of favor.
"Sure, lets go, why not." Everybody agreed.
After they stopped at her car, everyone was in shock.
"Does that belong to you?"
"Uh, yeah? Is it really that bad?"
"Bad? Of course not! That's such a hot car!" They all agreed, again.
The car's a sport car; it was painted with silver paint. The brand was one of the best.
"Good, lets get in then."

Ayame was driving.

"You are so rich. What are your parent's occupations?" Joey blurted.
Ayame's expression changed from happy and joys, to despair and sadness and said, "They're dead."
Oh no, what have I done? Now she's going to hate me. Joey thought. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, really. They died when I was thirteen."
"Do you live by yourself?"
"Yeah, but I'm used to it. I still got the maids and my other servants."

It's been very silent after that.

Ayame dropped Tea first at a dance studio. Then dropped off Tristen at his apartment.
Next stop was Joey's.

"Thanks for the ride." He looked at her then bend over. He could see every eyelash of Ayame, then give her a peck on the lips. Then he left with a wave with the hand.
Ayame was left there confused and embarrassed.
"What was that about?" She looked flushed. "Do you know Yugi…Yugi?"

Ayame turned around to see what's up. She saw what she couldn't believe. Her heart gave a light jot. Shocked. Speechless.

How could this be? This question stirred up in her mind.

It can't be.
It couldn't be.
Can it?
"Pharaoh-sama…?"

(Please wait 'till next chapter. It's not what you have predicted. I'm sure of it.) .

-FoxieAngel