Regolilo Libero

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Hello, and I am here! Uh, yeah....(;) I am typing this one for my first reviewer, Anime Lover J() Thank you for reviewing, and I will make another chappie. I would like to know if anyone else is wanting me to continue on, though. Anyways, if you want me to continue, then by all means, please do tell me so! I just thought that I should make another chappie for my reader.

Before I would like to continue on, I would like to waste much of my breath on this er, 'Short' and "Brief" note. I would like to warn you that this fic might be carrying some OC's and some of the real characters from Yugioh. I just might put in Yami, and maybe some other people, but in other words, and as I would hate to put, cause I love all of the characters dearly, I might not be putting them in, so if you would already take note of that, it would be fine, just to clear out some confusion. Also, in spelling Pharoah, I don't know itf Pharoah is right, or Pharoh is right. I got confused. Next, is that the characters might be a little OOC. Yes, right here. It might be a little OOC. So, in the beginning, I have already warned you, that some of you, or all, might not approve of the way I interpret the characters, and I must impress to you to.......(OO) Please not sue me!

Lastly, I would like to repeat myself one more time, ( I have not changed the summary ) is that if you would like me to continue, please do tell! I have another fic to work on, ( I just made this for a different change, and I have just finished a little one-on-one with a flamer ) so I would keep on working on this if you want it enough. For the other who are waiting, I will indeed write-er, type this fic out, but if lack of reviews, expect slower updates. So, the more persistent you reviewers are, the sooner I can update! Well, if I have the time. (;)

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Last warning, is, um..................I like to er, put in detail! (--) There, got that out of my system.

Disclaimer: I, Sweet Enigma, do not own anything that has to do with Yugioh, of with ancient Egypt. Although, I probably made some of the little bits and pieces, just to add in some sense of reality.

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Chapter 2 - Three Years Later

"Pharoah, but what about Dhasur? Have they been affected?"

"No, Erod, luckily not, but reports show that they are headed for us. There might not be enough time until they reach the town... Yes, Khan?"

"My Pharoah, shouldn't we bring troops to guard Abydos before they can use the river to get to Thebes?"

"No, they are unpredictable. They have gone through as close as Karnak before. We cannot let them know that we are worried for the safety of our people. They shall enjoy the pain even more."

Seven people were seated at a long table. In the very end of it sat a pharoah, who was still quite young when he had recieved the duty of ruling a land at age nineteen. Now, however, three years later, he has dealt with many problems already, and one would expect that soon the young pharoah would show signs of greying hair. However, his tri-coloured hair stayed in it's current, colour and spiky form, from which the pharoah is most known for having. On his head rested a gold crown, or the symbol of power in Egypt. He wore robes of the finest cotton, with a matching cape, in the colour of the darkest black. Lastly, which was hung on his neck, was an upside down pyramid made of pure solid gold, with a symbol of the eye of Horus on it.

The other men at the table also had items like these, and each one had the same eye labelled on it. There was also a golden Key, Eye, Ring, Rod, Scale, and Necklace, which, unlike the other seven items, was in posession of a woman. It was highly peculiar for a woman to hold a place in the pharoah's council, however, but she was chosen by the Pharoah, and no one was about to question his desicions. The others, however, were much more older than they were, who had been from young adults, to middle-aged men.

"What are we to do now, my pharoah? Is it fate for us to lose control over some robbers?"asked one with a bald head. "We await your desicion. But be as it may, that we are to support you in any way that we were supposed to, all of us are fearing the plague that might ensnare us once this is all over."

The men began to mutter amongst one another, whilst the Pharoah sighed, resting his head on his hand, which had been propped up by his elbow. The only other quiet presence was the young woman, who was rolling her eyes in annoyance. Another man stood up, with an expression of deep resentfulness.

"Wait, what if there more to what these thieves are letting on? Pardon me, my Pharoah, but they have stolen from many of our temples. I'm afraid that the gods will not be pleased with what you have let them do." he shot the pharoah an angry look.

"Indeed, not only the shrines, but our agriculture as well! I find it hard to believe that we were once the well-feared force of this world, and that we are to protect everything from law-breakers and thieves? What has become of us, my pharoah?"

"Yes, I agree, what will the gods think of us now? What with your abysmal ruling, we have been disgraced!!" called one with the golden scales.

"That is ENOUGH!" said the woman loudly, standing up from her chair so quickly that it tipped over. All quieted, but remained sulky. She had been trying to stay in serenity for the whole meeting, seeing as they already had an argument going on, but insulting the Pharoah was going too far. The young woman was eyeing the all with peircing glares, speaking in a cold tone. "I have been surprised at how you treated your Pharoah, and all of you should be ashamed of yourselves. If he were the old Pharoh, you all would have been beheaded by now, and for that you should be grateful." the young woman's tone turned softer, this time. "I am also in grief of what this is doing to us, but can't you all see that the Pharoah is doing all that he can to bring this all to an end?"

Silence followed the short speech, but it was because of shame. She gave them each a glare that was as if she were daring them to protest, but none had the courage to.

"Pharoah, I believe I have proven my point. I apologise for this interruption."

The Pharoah gave the woman an understanding smile, which she returned.

"Thank you, but I wish to end it here. A word, though, if you please?" he called to the young woman, and she sat back down as the other men left quietly from the isolated room.

Silence again, and the girl was left uneasy. The Pharoah looked at her curiously, then pursed his lips.

"Well, what is it that you have to say for yourself?" he asked, folding his arms imperiously. She gave him a meek glance, and wrung her hands.

"I am sorry, my Pharoah, but they had been making unappropriate comments which were not necessary." she mumbled.

The young woman looked up at him, and thier eyes met. Boy, did the Pharoah look so serious. She bit her lip nervously. Indeed, it wasn't her place to interrupt. But to her relief, the Pharoah grinned.

"Are you kidding me, Isis? They had never been so ashamed in their life!" and with that the Pharoah laughed, and Isis sighed, rolling her eyes at her pharoah.

"Pharoah, it wasn't funny! Your council is getting impatient with you!"

He frowned, and said teasingly; "Hey, geez, Isis, you do know how I feel when you call me that 'P' word!" he punched her arm, and Isis stood up.

"Yeah well, PHAROAH, all of your subjects say that it is the proper way, and it is to show respect for the PHAROAH!" Isis snapped.

"I think you are doing that on purpose now." he mumbled, but his expression brightened. "You do know I prefer being called by my real name, it makes it more, what is it-Personal, yes."

"I can see the expressions on everyone's faces when I call to you." she then said something in a fake cheery voice. "'Hello, Pharoah Yami! Nice day, isn't it?'" she snorted. "That would be not worth getting beheaded for. Especially if they start thinking."

"Oh, I get it." Yami grinned wider. "You're thinking that if you let people know that you're calling me by my real name, they'll think that were together, you mean? That would be funny. But then, that would be in the law of betraying your queen." he laughed, and then, without warning, placed Isis in a bone-crushing hug.

"Ouch-Yami-You're-Squishing-Me." she gasped for air, and Yami let go just a bit, still keeping a gentle embrace. Cautiously she hugged back, and finally, Isis smiled. "Alright, Yami, you win. But only because you're the Pharoah."

"Yay." Yami chuckled, and was about to say something, when a smooth voice was heard in the room.

"Dear, dear, me, what is this? The young Pharoah having an affair from his wife?"

The two quickly let go, and whipped around to look at the newcomer, eventhough they already had a good idea on who it was. It was a woman, two years older than Isis. The woman had dark brown hair that came down to her waist, and was tied in a loose ponytail. She had lightly tanned skin, and creamy brown eyes, that bore the signs of true flame when angered, and twinkled when happy. She wore an ivory sleeveless robe, which had been made of lightly woven cotton, with many assorted jewelry on her wrists and neck, and the gold head dress, which was her symbol of royalty.

Isis waited, until-

"Isis, I'm so glad that you're back, but I'm upset that you haven't greeted me!" the woman gave a glare at Yami, and continued; "Because someone, told you to go to a meeting right away."

"Syri, I'm sorry." said Isis, siting her lip.

The woman who was known as Syri smiled, then grinned, which was eerily similar to Yami's. "That's alright, but now we have to reschedule our girl-to-girl time, I really missed that." They both then gave each other a warm hug. "So, tell me, how was your visit? I'm sure the family's doing well? Is your father still with that fever?"

"No, they're all fine, but oh, of course, Malik's a little immature about me leaving home again, but it's all the same. Somehow I heven't realized how much I have missed home until I came back." Syri then took Isis's arm, and they walked out of the room, with Yami behind them. "Tell me, how was the place while I was gone? Did it fall apart yet?" she added jokingly.

"No, of course not, but there had been some wonderful changes, which is still needed to be announced for tonight's special dinner." Syri took a glance at Yami, who grinned.

Isis gave a suspicious look from one face to the other. "Is there something you'd like to tell me, you two?" she asked, raising a brow. "I don't like it when you two are planning something without me...I hope you know how that makes me feel."

They came to a halt right in front of the door to the throne room.

"Yami, dearest, should we tell?" Syri asked, turning to the now blushing Pharoah, who just nodded. She then turned to a waiting Isis, and quickly changed her expression from joyous to sombre.

"What is it, Syri? Is it that much of a news that it's bad?" asked a concerned Isis.

"Well, let's just say that Yami is going to have his hands full in eight full moons and twenty days' time." Syri looked down, as Isis tried to take the news. Then, like a mustang revving up....

"WOW, YOU'RE-" but Isis was cut off by a flushing Yami who covered her mouth quickly.

"Shh, wait to jump and shout later in the dinner, that's when we'll announce it to everyone." said Yami, who now had a sound of pride in his voice. Syri shook her head, and grinned.

"He's already patting my stomach every morning, like a daily routine." she laughed.

Isis joined her, and then jumped. "Gods, I have to unpack, since I haven't done that already. I'll just leave you two alone, okay?"

Syri nodded, and watched as Isis disappear around the corner. She then turned to her husband, sighing.

"I thought that she would never return." she whispered, and the two carried on their stroll.

"Well, you know as well as I that she likes to help around, and well, be in charge."

"Isis is eighteen, I mean, she is now in the responsible stages of her life." answered Yami, as they reached a private balcony which overlooked a garden.

"Speaking of age, don't you think that she has thought about her future yet?"

"I suppose not yet, I mean, Isis had never even brought up a dicussion about her age."

"Yeah...I guess... By the way, what was it that you two were arguing about? I could hear you two through the door." she looked up her husband whose muscle twitched.

"She insisted on calling me Pharoah again." Yami mumbled, getting a giggle from his wife. He glanced down at her and she caught his gaze. Slowly his arms wrapped around Syri's slender waist, ( But not for long )and pulled her close to him, feeling her light breathing on his bare chest. Yami's head tilted forward, and gave her a teasing kiss. She had already wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and gave him a pinch once he had done that. Yami inwardly smiled. He loved to tease his wife, only because she was the one who would constantly rise to his bait.

"Yami, I don't like being teased." and she roughly kissed him again, deeper than the last. Both moaned at each other's touch, and broke off, staring at one another's eyes.

"I think we should get ready, don't you think, my love?" Yami whispered in her ear, felling her shiver with his closeness. Syri nodded.

"But my love, I think I would like to enjoy the scenery with you first."

"There. All done. I like being back. But I guess nothing beats home." Isis had finished putting the clothes that she had brought to her trip on to her dresser, and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She had grown conciderably in three years, and now she was on her way to her full development. Isis once more glanced around, and layed on the bed. it would be two hours til the feast, so there should be some time for her to take a nap.

At that thought, Isis's eyes began to droop, and soon she had fallen asleep.

S.E.: Hello, sorry if that wasn't very good, but I had to put in some intros and I wanted to introduce to you my OC. Please don't hate me for putting one in, but it was necessary. I also intended to show you Isis's relationship with Yami and Syri. Sorry, fangirls, but the Yami here is happily married, or so I think so... Anyways, this is just another detail, like a backgound, okay? I promise it would be better.

Syri = Seerie (Pronounced)

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