After about a week of this no one had made Yami happy. Mint tea, sewing, cooking, dueling, reading, messing around with Rio (Seto Kaiba in the past—not Priest Seto) and even the servants dancing didn't work to make him happy. Even seeing the two buffest guards, Jetna and Jola, dancing and doing the Egyptian, doggy on a dash board and even the now called disco didn't work, made him laugh but not happy for reals.
Mallid sent out for all of the best female dancers, the most beautiful women in the country. Girls hanging on Yami, pushing their breasts against his chest and flirting like crazy on him would give any guy the lust to be happy or at least drool! Yami just remained control, composed and calm. This began to drive Mallid into insanity; his brother would not get happy—no matter what he did!
On the tenth day Jounouchi came running in (he's a guard in this life and was dressed like the flame swordsman but no magical powers) and right up to the throne. He kneeled down. "Pharaoh! I have urgent news!" Yami nodded and Jounouchi stood and spoke his tale. He told of a village far to the south had been destroyed by some sort of typhoon or sand storm, all the village was on fire and lay burning with ash and coal. Everything a mess! "So far no survivors but one, a young girl."
"Where is she?" The mentioning of a girl didn't catch Yami's interest but he made it seem so.
Jounouchi nodded, "She has been carried off to the city around the Pharaoh now and is being put up to be put in the Servant's Trade so that she might end up in a place such as Alexandria."
(Author's Note: Remember, there are two kinds of "Pharaoh". Onethe king of Egypt and Twothe house of the king of Egypt. I wanted to be sure and make sure that everyone was aware of that. If you didn't know that well, now ya do! )
"Bring her to me with the next seven girls that Mallid has pulled here." Yami ordered. Jounouchi nodded and ran out.
About twenty minutes later Jetna and Jola had pushed in the eight girls ranging from ages ten to fifteen. Yami looked down the line of girls before him. When his eyes stopped and the end of the line there was a girl that looked to be about 12 (NOTE: YAMI NOT YET IS 14, BUT HE'S CLOSE).
She was very muddy and dirty. She was in a loose white dress (supposed to be white) that was covered in mud on one half. The other was sort of tan like water had been poured on it. Wet mud also dangled in her hair. Her skin was a dark tan, a slight darker then his (the color of Malik in the color picture when he's helping Bakura). She had dark oak eyes and shone bright with the torchlight. She was in torn sandals and even the hems of her dress were torn. Her hair was down to her hips and framed her body, hips, breasts and face; it was a very dark maroon mixed with oak colors. Tight thorn-like ropes were around her wrists and her hands were partly sindged. She was covered with sand mixed with all the mud. She wasn't paying anything any mind, but the drip of mud that had come from her bangs and had landed on her nose.
Yami looked into her eyes from where he was in the seat. He saw black shadows moving about in her eyes and some golden strips of light flashing every few seconds, the look of fire and death and pain and sadness and anguish all thrown into her eyes. Yami became curious of the mud-pit. He stood up and walked right in front of her. She blinked and looked to him, their eyes met. Now that he was closer he could see the shadows from her hair on her face better, the slight cuts by her lips and even the burns on her hands. Yami turned behind her looking at her, investigating. He looked at her from all angles and then stood in front of her again. He stood so close to her that with her breathing the tips of her breasts were just barely grazing his bare creamy chest.
Mallid noticed Yami had a great interest in this girl. What made her so different from the others? It didn't matter to him, like Yami while he was inspecting her up close and was falling in love, Mallid fell in love from a look at a far. Yami would be in trouble and he already was. Pharaohs could love, but couldn't do so much as write it down! They couldn't even show it. Yami had forgotten the side Pharaoh rule, a Pharaoh can act out his emotions so long as no one else is there to see it but the one he's giving the emotions to and that that person swears on their soul not to tell anyone else.
Yami found his voice after a few seconds, "Who are you?"
The girl slightly gagged but found her voice, "Yukai…" When she had said that Yami in his mind began to feel more calm, secure and relaxed.
Yami gave her a soft smile that no one else noticed, it was quick but it was there. "Her."
Mallid spoke, "Take the others back to where we got them from and get this girl all cleaned up. The Pharaoh has chosen to go with one girl, a personal servant, and see if that comforts him!" Jetna and Jola nodded and took the other girls out.
Jounouchi came over and guided Yukai to a room where she would get some new robes and would be dressed properly.