A/N: Here is chapter two! I know it is pretty crazy. Thank you to those who read and reviewed. I apprieciate it so much! I had sugar. And now I am awake! So what does someone do when they are awake? Class? Anyone? No? They write!
Kaiba: Or sound like complete idiots...
Surf: You know what. Your not a nice person...
Kaiba:...so?
Surf: Fine! Be that way! Grumbles.
Kaiba: She doesn't own anything. Because she is poor. If she was as hard working as I am, she could have her own company and start to own something but then again she isn't as smart as me either. That was the disclaimer for those of you who don't know.
Surf: On with the show!
Chapter Two
"Wake her up." A dominate voice ordered. Rough hands grabbed her by the shoulders and Elvis opened her eyes. She closed them tightly again though, because she had received a glimps of the sun.
"She won't wake up." The man holding her said.
"Put her on the mule. We will deal with her when we get back to the palace." The voice was full of irigance and pride. The hands that where holding her placed her ontop of a mule and then tied her hands to thr reighns to keep her from falling off. Elvis fell against the creatures neck and took in the disgusting stench of the animal. If that wasn't enough to wake her nothing was. She stiffened up and looked at the creature below her with disgust. Then she started to take the whole thing into view. She was on a donkey. Why was she on a donkey? He gaze pushed forward. Two men rode ahead of her. One was dark skinned and blond, like he spent much of his day out in the sun working and the other was fair skinned and wore a ridiculus hat. But this wasn't right. They were riding through the middle of the desert in what seemed to be a empty city. '
"Um... Excuse me? But where are we?" Still not one-hundred percent better from her time under the hot sun, she made a huge mistake.
"She's awake!" the blond boy said and turned towards her. Joey? How did he get so tan, so quick?
"Obviously you moron." The other young man turned. It was Kaiba. This was insane. "Give her some water. We don't need her dying on us." This is when Elvis relized how dry her mouth was. Her lips were cracked and bleeding. She tried to lick them but her tongue was dry too. Joey handed her a flask of water. Elvis drank from it hugrilly. Joey ripped it from her hands.
"Are you crazy? If you drink to much at once you will get sick!"
"She's a fool. Nothing better than a slave." Kaiba sneered at the girl. He looked at her up and then down. "Such strange clothes. I wonder what county she comes from?" Kaiba said more to himself than anyone else.
"She's a foriegner?" Joey asked.
"Yes you fool. Why do I torture myself and keep you?" Seth began to rub his tembles.
"Joey! What are you talking about! We met this morning. Remember lets go Hang with my Gang. We dueled!" Elvis called at him.
"Joey? That is not my name. My name is Mahaado..." Joey's look alike said giving her a puzzling look.
"Dueled! To think of a woman with a dagger! It is ridiculus! Stop this noncence. You have been in the sun for far to long." Seto Kaiba sneered at her. But if Joey wasn't Joey... Then what if Seto was someone else too.
"Are you Seto?" Elvis asked with a small voice.
"Of course not! I am High Priest Seth! Second to the Pharoah! You should do better to adress me as such and with respect! Slave scum, not knowing their places! I knew we needed more enforcement among the filth." Seto... No Seth said feircely.
Elvis's jaw dropped. They might be two different people but they had the same attitudes. This development came with a new thought, and it was starting to hit her hard. She was far from home in a country that she hadn't been in for over 6 years. And obviously it wasn't anywhere close to the year 2000. Panic settled in, her breathing became heavy and her body began to slump down. The sun seemed to be growing hotter and hotter. And hope began to trickle away from Elvis.
A ray of hope. It was a nightmare! This whole bloody affair was just a horrible nightmare. She would wake up and her new friends would be looking down at her with worry. That had to be it. There was no other way. What was happening to her was down right impossible. She willed herself to wake up. She had to. She shut her eyes with all her might, blocked out everything around her best she could. 'Wake up! Wake up! You have to! This is insane, wake up and go home, please!' she thought despretly to herself. She opened one eye and then the other. She peeked out into the world that she hoped was hers. But it was not. The desert still surrounded her on all sides.
Except in front of her. There loomed a large palace, fit for a king, or in this case a Pharoah. It stood high with mighty statues on either side. If Elvis's jaw had not already been open it would be now. She staired with awe at the home of the rich Pharoah. This was the last straw, there was no going back. She was stuck, maybe forever. Seperated from her new friends, her work-aholic dad, and her Elvis obsessed mom. Well they all had their corks but the thought of never seeing them again was ripping her apart. Her body began to shake as her mind sent her into shock. Tears streamed down her face. Her mind couldn't take it anymore. It was to much at once. Her body went numb and her eyesight began to blurr. It wasn't painful. It sort of felt like falling through water and just letting yourself sink to the bottem. Elvis's strange world turned dark.
It had been days that Elvis laid in the halls of healing. The High Priest Seth and the others were baffled. No matter what magic they performed the girl would not wake. On the fifth day her eyes finally sprang to life. They fluttered and then rested on her surroundings. To her horror, she was still in what she assumed was accient Egypt.
A young woman was sitting across the room. She was braiding her long brown hair. When Elvis started to push herself up the woman jumped to attention.
"Your awake. Oh good, I will fetch the guard." Before Elvis could offer her protest the woman was out of the room and down the hall.
Five minutes later Seth stormed in. Mahaado came rushing in after him, panting like he had run a great distance in a short time.
"I told you my high priest, she's awake." Mahaado panted.
"I can see that. Good she is in new clothes." Seth pointed out. Elvis looked down. Indeed she was wearing different clothes. They were a little clingy and Elvis looked for something else to put on or at least to hide her figure. But she didn't have the time, Seth grabbed her wrist and pulled her from the straw bed. "Hurry woman! Must you be so slow?" Seth ordered.
Elvis's stomach was begging to be fed, while her throat called out for anything to crench its thirst. But the High Priest would have nothing of the sort. He pulled her through hallway after hallway towards the thrown room. For once Mahaado was quiet. Not a good sign, Elvis guessed.
When they reached the thrown room, the ceiling opened up and expanded three or four stories. The floor was smooth and cool. Elvis relized she was not wearing any socks or shoes. On the other side of the room a huge chair overlooked the whole room. In it was a young man.
"Yugi?" peeped Elvis.The hair was unmistakably Yugi's! But this Yugi was taller and so much more tan than Yugi was.
"Keep quite! Be respectful to your Pharoah!" Seth barked. Seth's scowl was replaced by a humble smile when they reached the pharoah. "My lord, here she is. The spy!"
"I am not a spy!" Elvis would soon learn to keep her mouth shut. Seth's hand swept across her face, sending her to the floor.
"You have no right to speak you scum! We know who you ar-"
"Enough Seth. We shall see if she is a spy or not." It was the first time the pharoah had spoken. "Stand." the Pharoah commanded.
Elvis still felt weakened and shocked. A stranger had hit her, for simply defending herself. But Elvis had not listened to the Pharoah soon enough and another pair of rough hands lifted her to her feet. Joey held her in a tight grip. She winced.
"Who are you?" The pharoah asked simply.
"My name is Elvis Shouren and I-" She was inturpted again.
"What can you do? What are you good at? There must be something." The Pharoah mocked her.
"I am good at many things. I can read and write, I am very good at math. I play soccer and other sports like it. And I can also dri-" It was the second time in a minute that she had been cut of by this young man.
"I have no use for that. Tell me what you can do for the palace. To help your pharoah." There was no easy way out of this. Elvis didn't know what she was supposed to say.
"Um... I can cook?..." She had struck gold. The Pharoah smiled when she said that. She continued. "I can clean... and I am pretty good at laundry...is there anything else? Lets see I can..." Third time.
"That is good enough. Seth you know what to do with her." he simply stated.
"Pharoah are you sure this is wise, she could be here to kill you!" Seth said with true worry in his voice.
"Do you question me? But do not fret Seth, she is harmless. She would not hurt a horse fly. Send her to the kitchens or the maidens housing. She will do fine in either one." The pharoah waved them off. Seth shot a death glare towards Elvis. She shuddered. This man was not use to being made the fool, especially by a woman. Kaiba took Elvis from Mahaado and dragged her through the room again. Mahaado stayed where he was beside the Pharoah.
"Where are you taking me?" Elvis breathed.
"To the kitchens, they can deal with you there."
"But how will I get home. I have to talk to someone. I don't belong here." Elvis told as much as she thought she should without getting in any more trouble.
"Get home? Ha, you are a fool. You are a slave to the palace now. This is your home!" It was obvious that Seth was enjoying her pain. "Besides who do you think would talk to you? No one! You are an imbicil for even thinking it!"
She could have broken into tears, but her attention was deverted to two very large doors in front of her. As they approached, the doors burst open and men and women carrying trays and platers of food spilled out. They all walked through the next arch and what seemed to be a terrance. They laid the food out in beautiful arrangements and then as quickly as they came, they dissapeared.
"Get in there!" Seth pushed her forward. The door opened up and Elvis walked into an oven, or at least that is what it felt like. More than a dozen cooks were at fires cooking another potion of the Pharoahs meal. A beefy woman strode up to Seth.
"Oh no! Not another one! We can't take anymore! There is barely enough air for the fires. You will have to take her else where." The womans voice rang with authority.
"She will stay here. She has no other useful talants." The womans grim face stayed. "If she is such a bother, keep her outside and have her do the dishes. I don't care what you do with her, just make room for her! Pharoahs orders! Unless you would like to take the matter up with him?"
"No, no, that is fine. I will do as you suggest." This woman's courage went as far as Seth and not a step more. Still Elvis was impressed. "Leave her here, and I will care for her."
The High Priest nodded and made his way out from the busy kitchen. Elvis shrunk into a small figure. She swarmed to keep out of poeple's way. For five minutes she waited for what she was supposed to do. The large woman just continued with her work. Suddenly she turned.
"What are you still doing their! You heard High Priest Seth's orders! Out side with you! You are taking up precious room and air!" The woman hummed angrilly. Elvis did not need to be told twice this time. She hurried from the roasting room and out into the cold fresh air. She entered the room that the Pharoah would be eating in. The slaves had covered the food with a soft material, to keep away the bugs. 'Clever.' she thought. Elvis sat in one of the many chairs and looked at all the delicious food. It reminded her that she had not eaten yet today. Her stomach groaned in protest.
"No! No, I can't, they would surely kill me for something like that!" Elvis tried to fight the erge.
"Do you talk to yourself often?" A mysterious voice asked. Elvis looked over at who it was, but the figure was hidden by the blaze of the setting sun. All that she could make out was a bag in their hand that had gold dripping from its rim. Thats when she heard voices coming from down the hall. She turned towards the voices and then back at the figure, but he was gone... Well at least it sounded like a he. She walked over to the balcony where he/she had been crouching. Elvis looked out into the palace grounds but no one was there.
"How did they do that?" She asked herself.
"How did who do what?" The pharoah asked from behind her. Elvis turned on her heel to face what seemed to be a very angry looking pharoah. "Do you mind telling me what you are doing out here slave? I am trying to enjoy my meal without your stench!"
Elvis didn't think she smelled that bad, but she shouldn't have been worried about that. Yet again another hand was raised to hit her.
"Wait, wait! I saw someone!" She had caught his attention.
"Go on." The pharoah said.
"They were sitting right here. I was in here...uh... checking the food for bugs and then they just were sitting there..." Elvis gave a tiny white lie.
"What did he look like?" There was a sence of ergency in his voice. And because he was going too call it a he, so would Elvis.
"I couldn't see his face. He was sisting in front of the sun."
"That tricky devil! Guards! Spread the word, Bakura has been here this night. We will hunt that bastard down tonight! He has tormented my home for to long now!"
"Atem, I am concerned for your safety, perhaps-" Seth had started.
"I will join the hunt, that is after I finish questioning this young woman here." Atem said will pure power. The room was in a flutter of movement. Guards ran to their posts, Mahaado amoung them. The cooks, and slaves, rushed to clear the table and keep the food hot. The priest stayed next to Atem, so they could protect him. The Pharoah was leading it all. True power, as soon as he said one thing people were moving, running, and jumping to make sure it got done. He barked at her to fallow him and she did so, not wanting to feel his wrath. She fallowed to steps behind him.
"What good is it to talk to you if I can not see you and you can not hear me?" Atem questioned her. She took this as a hint to walk beside him. "Did you notica anything about him?"
Elvis thought back. "Only that he was carring a bag with a bunch of gold object in it... and thats about it." The Pharoah nodded to one of the priests and he left. Most likely to check on what had been stolen and what was still there.
"Nothing else? Not his face? His hair? His clothes?" Atem pressed.
"No, he was sitting in the sun, so all I could see was the bag that he had placed on the ground."
"Your useless! Get away from me!" Atem ordered. She hurried from his side. Seth gave her a strange look as she ran past. When she had reached the end of the hallway, she realized she had no where to go. She was losted! She looked around her but she could find nothing that was familular. Panic settled in yet again.
She stepped backward until her back hit one of the large pillars that held up the high ceiling. She slumped against it and slid to the floor. She could see some of the night sky on either side of her. The stars were shining like she had never seen before. All the city lights dimmed their glow. But there was no city now. Her thought stayed on cities and lights and other such things until she fell into a deep slumber.
A/N: Okay, so... Should I keep going? I now the kids from my guild will want me too. But what about everyone else. Should I just stop while I am ahead? Really I do need some input! Please review! It would make my day just brighten up! Thankyou to those of you that do.
Otaku22: You were my first Reviewer! That is so exciting! And good point! Please everyone read and review Forbidden temptations! It is my very first fanfic that I co-wrote with Otaku. It is under her name. I hope you liked this chapter better. There was a small hint of Bakura. Did you love it?
Starinthenight: Thank you for your support! I am supper glad you liked it for being my first time on my own.