A.N: It has been a while hasn't it? School and writer's block have excellent odds in preventing me from writing. #sigh#

NOTE: Misspelling in this are due to the fact my computer is ill and I have to use another. Unfortunately this computer is using wordpad and has never heard of spellcheack. It sucks. To make it worse my English teacher decided my spelling was so crap I wasn't going to get an A. So yeah, please don't flame me for any errors. We'll call them typos n.n

Disclaimer: #chokes# I actually own this stuff? No? Ok, then I don't, but there are people out there that do, just not me. I own nothing.

Chapter Five: Helpless

Egypt, the ceremonial room:

It was obvious to most in the room that this was not a happy union. Being it was the Pharaoh's marriage, the contract was to be drawn up in the ceremonial room, with guests - mainly what was left of the royal family, elitists, the priests and honored servants of the palace.

Igasu sat on the straw mat, dressed in a long, heavy, linen dress, covered from head to toe with a bead-net. She was covered in gold and gems and looked beautiful, save for her blotchy, pink face, her eyes puffy from the tears. She felt suffocated in her wedding outfit, hot and wanted nothing more then to run away. She tried to stifle her sniffling, but succeeded not, everyone could hear her long, breathless gasps and could feel her sad emotion and if she hadn't been looking down, they probably would have noticed the tears. She felt helpless to this fate.

'I don't want this...'

Rei watched from around the middle of the room, according to her status, even through she felt no better then the meek slaves several rows behind. It bothered her that these were the 'elite' group of peasants from the palace underground. These were thin and frail, but happy to be present. She shuddered to think of the forgotten ones, locked away in the cold, damp kitchens, hungry and sick. She hoped now Atemu was in power, that equality would soon become a reality.

Ahead of her she could see the more elite preening themselves about how they'd come to be in such company. Before them were the six priests, minus High Priest Seto, who was, of course, conducting the signing of the contract at the top end of the room, before the to-be-weds. At Seto's side was the royal advisor, Shimron also acting as the advisor on the contract. Before these two lay the unlikely couple, a dainty, yet distressed young girl, the boy, the Pharaoh, listening to what was being said and making comments, yet also seeming troubled. Rei's heart pained for the two, she hated to see Igasu hurt, it was like a knife slicing into her soul, being her protector and watching this. She knew Igasu would have no way out of this union for she would not say a word to the Pharaoh about how she felt and so could not have a proper annulment later on.

If her pain for Igasu hurt like a knife into the soul, then watching Atemu was like a dull axe through the heart. She watched as he reached over to Seto, signaling something, something she did not want to hear and nearly weeped. This was too much for her. Even if she could not decide on which she loved more, her lovers, her life, her princess or her heart, she knew this was wrong.

'I don't want this...'

Imamizno watched from a dark corner, a sly smile across her lips. She could have sat nearer to the front, perhaps even further then where Ierion had been placed but she liked it here. She felt the cold, the dark and herself as one. If only her love was here to watch his plans fall into place...

She fingered the pendant she had received last night, the night she had crossed over fully to his side, to walk beside him and leave destruction in their wake. Had she lost all her pureness that night? Maybe, but this did not cross her mind. She could only feel her love for the thief, her power, growing stronger as she stood beside him. Her being away from him made her feel what could almost be called fury. The only thing stopping her from going overboard was her pendant. She could feel he loved her through it. He told her that together, it would bring the world to them. To do as they pleased, to say as they pleased and not be chastised for not comforming to the 'good side'. This world, these people had done nothing for Imamizno. She wanted nothing more to destroy it with ravenous, raging floods and icy blizzards. She knew she could do both...but only with the help of her beloved. He had helped her see the truth about these people...

She smiled watching her princess struggle to lean over and sign the contract. She shrugged. If Igasu didn't like it she could always divorce.

'Not that I will let her...I want her to suffer as much as I have...to be denied her love as I have been told to deny mine...Ierion, I knows she feels the same way, she just won't admit it. She deserves to have her heart broken too'

Imamizno smiled. This was so perfect, getting rid of two annoying palace cats in one go. That's when Imamizno heard a shout, which somehow shook her steady foundation of newfound confidence.

"NO!" Ierion said as Igasu tilted the pen onto the paper. Igasu threw a desperate look at Ierion and ran to her feet, gushing with tears.

"I can't do it, I can't do it...please don't let them make me Mars princess-sama.... Please" Igasu sobbed, crying out a plea for Ierion. Around them, people were muttering:

"Look what the insolate girl is trying to do now..."

"What an interruption!"

"That poor Igasu...she's gone mad!"

"What will the Pharaoh do?"

"...Thinks she butt in just because she is included by the priests...should still be outside with the other slaves..."

"Princess Igasu is very strange! Calling HER a princess..."

Ierion blinked as people continued to stare and gossip.

'What have I done?'

Usagi's bedroom:
Usagi yawned and blinked. Outside her window, the moonlight shone steadily across her bed, bathing herself and Luna in its peaceful glow. Luna uttered a small whimper, but it was obvious from her curdled up sleeping position at the foot of Usagi's bed that she was indeed in a deep slumber. Usagi rolled away from the light, pulling her covers up around her and sighed.

"Why did I have to wake so early?!" she mumbled.

'Through...I feel better...happier then I did in my dream. What was my dream about? I felt awful in it...but that's all I remember. I felt like death had come upon me...like when Mamo-chan was taken away...' Usagi smiled, just the thought of her boyfriend, and destined to be husband made her feel like she was soaring in the clouds.

'Oh, Mamo-chan and I.... Our wedding will be perfect!! All the bad things will just fade away...'

Usagi bit her lip.

"What made me think of marriage? My dream? Was getting married in my dream?...but then I should have been happy! In fact...I felt the same as those other dreams...the ones where I only remember how I feel...maybe I should speak to Rei-chan about it."

Usagi closed her eyes and smiled.

'Enough of that...I'm going to dream happy thought about being Mamo-chan's bride!' Usagi thought with a giggle and drifted back into her sleep.

Ami's home:
She woke up in a sweat. She could feel her heart pulsing away with anger and frustration.

"Ierion..." she snarled. Remembering the pain it had cost Imamizno she threw her bedside lamp against the wall. She could feel how much damaged she had caused. She could remember the pain that followed, from herself and from her beloved.

#br3#

"WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP HER?!?" Bakura asked, his face enraged.

"YOU KNOW IT WAS AN INTRICATE PART OF THE PLAN! YOU KNEW THAT!" Bakura yelled as he backed a scared Ami into a wall. The background was faded and she could only see him, she wanted to reach out and touch him, run her fingers through his lavender tinted hair, tell him she was sorry or at least die.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! It won't happen again! I couldn't have done anything to stop her! I didn't know! I didn't know she was going to do that!" Ami asked, sobbing as he produced a knife, holding it to her throat. The same one she had threatened Ierion with previously. Now instead of the Ierion's blood intended to be on it's blade, it was going to be hers. At the hand of her own beloved. Her sobbing stopped immediately. If she didn't the blade would become ever so close to her, she knew.

Bakura was infuriated and past reason. His plans against the Pharaoh were nearly vanishing from his reality.

"I thought you said you would make sure she didn't...do anything…stupid. Something like this…" He said in a low whisper, that chilled Ami.

"I made sure she wouldn't tell the Pharaoh...I didn't know she was really in love with him...I didn't know she would stop the wedding..." Ami said, close once again to tears. She could feel the knife edging closer, but then felt it pull away. She gasped for breath, as she looked up at Bakura, his face calm now, almost as if he had never held a knife to her throat. His breathing had also made a quick recovery. Placing the knife back inside his red and gold robe, he leaned up against her body. She could feel his naked, muscular body against her own, against her throbbing pendant, as he whispered in her ear.

"I'll pay her a visit...make sure she does what we tell her...make sure she doesn't make anymore foolish mistakes...make sure she never gets in our way again."

#br3#

Ami's blinked as she regained consciousness. She realized she had fallen on the floor, on the broken lamp. Her body was covered in small cuts and bruises. She took in large gasps of air. Her dreams...they weren't just dreams. They were visions. Of a past her.

She was Imamizno.

She had to find Bakura.

… # Rei Ant # …