Regolilo Libero
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Author's Note: Hello, and I am back, and I want to say thanks to my reviewers! Yeah, this fic is still alive, but, like I said, a longer time to put up, because it's not that much in demand. LOL.
I must impress, that if you want me to update, please tell me so, and I shall be happy to. Um, more warning, I have no idea who the priests are, so I might be making up some of them, okay? Yes, I do know about one of them, and that's Seth, and I take it that you also know who that is.
Lastly, I know you all mostly prefer Seto and Isis fics, but so do I. I mean, I have no idea what I'm doing, writing a Bakura and Isis fic!?!?! But please, do work with me here, I just had this idea, and I could'nt get it out of my head unless I something with it.
Disclaimer: I, Sweet Enigma do not own anything that has to do with YuGiOh.
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Unexpected Guests
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Isis had taken her time in fixing her clothing, returning all to where it once was. Her father always taught her that being well-organized can also lead to greatness. She snorted in laughter when she heard of that one. Then again, he would always want her to follow in his footsteps. Isis's father had once been a part of the late Pharoah's council, until he retired, at an early age to take care of his family. It was very important for Isis to have upheld the honour, for one time, her father had told her a story of when the Pharoah was in some mortal peril, and he had been brave enough to save him, and in return recieved a position in the Pharoah's council, and as a personal gift, gave him a sword, with the Pharoah's crest embedded on it, it's handle with two intertwined snakes. The sword that she lost. Well, not really, it was what the thief took, but she got well-punished for it.
She had no idea why she had not told the truth to her parents about the real reason on how she lost the sword. Maybe it was because she knew that he would return it someday? Well, she had been pondering about that, but three years and no sword is not a very good outlook. Perhaps it was the fact that she had just let in a thief in their house without any other person knowing. Yes, that was it.
Putting back the last of the robes that she had packed with her, Isis then crossed to the other side of the room where a bed was positioned facing a bay window, and a dresser perpendicular to that. Then after rummaging through the top drawers, she pulled out an ebony comb, and began to absent-mindedly comb out the tangles of her hair. Minutes later, she added some make-up, and dressed herself up for the evening, with a light blue cotton robe set, and matching slippers, and began heading down for the feast.
"Priestess Isis, greetings to this calm night."
Isis turned around to see a heavily jawed man standing behind her in robes of pure black, trimmed in gold. His brown eyes were barely visible through his thick, black hair covering them, looking at her in a way that was almost a sneer. Around his neck was a gold ring, with the eye of Horus on it.
She forced a gracious smile. "Ah, Oromun, you do look-" Isis stared at his appearance in a fraction of a second, deciding that he looked no less than the ruler of the underworld. "Vicar, today, absolutely vicar."
He gave a slight bow. "I am in no comparison to a jewel." he continued on; "Would you-" he offered her arm, and Isis, wanting better than to walk herself to the feast, gently placed her arm over his, feeling her face crack from all of the smiles.
How did a man like Oromun get into the Pharoah's council is beyond me. Isis thought. His compliments make me want to vomit.
"Of course, Oromun, it would be a pleasure."
They headed for the banquet room, which was a great hall lit with many wax candles that were hung from the ceiling. It was there where they spotted Syri and Yami, immersed in a deep conversation, sitting on silk throws, surrounded by other people of importance.
"They are still too young to rule, would'nt you think?" asked Oromun, who had followed her gaze. "Their reckless leadership is going to be a problem in the future, but I suppose it would not be long until someone does something about it." he gave a sneer to the couple, which gave chills up Isis's spine. She had not liked what he had said, but there were some truth to it. The country was in a rough time, but those words weren't what bothered her. It was the way he said it.
"Well, Oromun, it is your opinion, not mine." Isis answered coolly, spotting a seat next to Yami. "Please, if you'll excuse me, I have a spot waiting for me." she quickly walked away, not waiting for a reply. She had wanted to put some distance between her and Oromun. It wasn't just the whole appearance, but his whole self-the way he talked, the way he acted, and the way he spoke of Yami was what disturbed her.
"Isis, finally, you're here, we were wondering if you had forgotten your way through this place." teased Syri, offering her a slice of ham.
"I just had fallen asleep, and I had lost track of time, sorry about that." admitted Isis. Gladly she took the plate, taking the slice. "This looks real good, I haven't had time to eat at all today, actually."
"Pipe it down, you two, it is almost time for our announcement." shushed Yami, through gulps of wine, only to have it knocked out of his fingers.
"You are not to drink at all tonight." snapped Syri, glowering at him. "Ra knows what happens when you drink."
"I would rather not be reminded, Syri, but if you would care to enlighten me with the details-"
"Oh, no, you are NOT pulling that I-dont-remember-are-you-sure-you-werent-dreaming excuse again, Yami, now call for their attention and get this over with!"
"Yes, I know, but let me-"
Syri's eyes narrowed, and Yami swallowed, hard. "Alright, you win, just take it easy, okay?"
Yami stood up, and immediately, all conversations had drawn to a complete halt. All eyes turned to the pharoah, who regally cleared his throat, before continuing.
"Priests, Servants, Loyal subjects. I am glad that our feast has truly been a success, and that we warmly welcome Isis home, but I am afraid that there is more good news to come despite these difficult times." Yami paused, taking in the rapt attention from his audience. "It is my great pride and joy to announce that in eight full moon's time, the birth of our first born child shall take place."
A few seconds droned, until an ear splitting cheer broke out, the many people present stomping, cheering, and shouting congratulations to the pharoah and his wife.
Isis grinned at Syri, who looked flustered at their approval. She scanned the room. Everyone was deeply immersed in their own conversations now, and Yami had taken his seat, stealing a sip of wine. Her eyes landed on Oromun, who was...
It was hard to describe, but he looked a little disappointed, and angry at the same time.
Weird.
"Say, Yami, Syri, if you don't mind, I'm going to take a little trip to the washrooms, is that alright with you?" asked Isis, putting down her goblet.
Yami just nodded, while talking animatedly to Syri who was crying with mirth.
Isis excused herself past the other priests, carefully sliding through the large wooden doors. The sun had almost fully set, casting an orange glow into the sky. A few servants bowed to her as she passed, and she acknowledged them with a smile, returning the gesture with a nod. The washrooms were quite a ways off, but she had no hurry. It was a great excuse to get away from all of the noise.
Thp. Thp. Thp. Thp.
The only sounds that she could hear were her own footsteps. She turned a corner.
"Shh, do you want them to hear you, you dolt?"
Isis froze. There were two uninvited guests.
"What? They're all at that feast, we can take what we can, while the others create the distraction."
Isis hid behind the corner, her breath coming short. There was going to be an attack at the palace. They were going to steal some more items, and leave everything destroyed, like before.
She heard shuffling of feet.
"Hassim, Atalo, Hiero, make your way to the treasure room, I'll wait for the right time."
Make that four uninvited guests, and more to come.
'Forget going to the washroom, they need me to warn them.' She was about to turn, when she realized something. The man, whoever it was, was going to the banquet room. But to get to the banquet room, they would have to come through-This hallway. She knew that the man would be turning around the corner soon.
Making up her mind, Isis...Ran.
It felt stupid, knowing that the man would probably see her and come after her, but she just had to make sure that everyone else knew what was coming.
Panting, she turned another corner. Behind her, she could hear footsteps, moving faster, as they spotted her. Isis was close, she knew, and broke into a sprint at the long stretch of hall, that connected to the main gates.
"Hey, you!" shouted the man behind her. He had a voice which sent a shock through her.
Isis refused to turn around and listen. She pulled open the doors to the banquet room, and rushed inside. Hundreds of eyes turned to Isis, as she tried to catch her breath. Whisps of hair fell on her face, which had come undone by all her running.
Yami and Syri just looked confused. Isis was about to speak up, when a rough hand came up to her throat, choking her.
A shocked silence.
Isis struggled, as the man who was holding her hostage, now held a knife to her neck.
"Guards-" began Yami standing up abruptly, but the man interrupted.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Pharoah."
"What is it that you want?" asked Yami, as some of the guards were trying to get closer, taking out their weapons.
"Don't let them get any closer." warned the man, nodding his head to the guards. "I don't want to hurt anyone, but if I have to, I would." he tugged on Isis's neck, shaking the knife in his hands.
"What do you want?" repeated Yami, as Syri and the many people watched with sheer silence. "What do you wa-"
BOOM!
A loud sound echoed in the silence, as a wall where a live band was playing collapsed, and in poured many men, all dressed in brown cloaks, holding up sacks, and clubs. Like a flood of water they entered the room, making the people shriek and cower.
The scene was of confusion, as many people tried to get out of the way. Some of the intruders had stopped at the buffet table, while the others knocked out the guards. They were out numbered, surely, at least two to one. Isis watched as Yami instinctively grabbed Syri's hand, pulling her under the table for safety.
Isis scanned the room once more, noticing that some had only gone so far as to hit the guests on the head, rather than kill them. Looking up, she saw her captor, but it didn't help, because his face had been covered by a bandana. His eyes appeared to be searching for something, or someone, however, and Isis took this chance to step on his foot, and bite down on his hand.
The man let out a yell of pain, as he tried to cradle his foot and his hand at the same time. Isis ran, dodging the many men, and guards, who were trying to keep them out, but to no avail.
Most of the people had huddled in a corner, as the thieves threatened them with a metal bar.
Isis had tried to go past the broken wall, to get to Yami and Syri, when she had collided with something hard.
The impact had rebounded on her, and she fell to the ground. Shakily, she stood up, ready to apologize, when she made the mistake of looking up at the person.
Though his whole body was covered in a thick cloak, and hood, his familiar eyes bore into hers, as though trying to see into her mind.
"It's you." Isis whispered.
S.E.: Sooo sorry, I haven't updated in almost a year! Last update- 05.09.04 : No, I shouldn't be shouting that aloud. Well, this could end up short, actually. This may be the last chapter. I have been a little more busier than usual lately. Although if you wanted me to continue, I would gladly do it. It would just make me happy if there were people who would read.