Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh.
"No... No... No," mumbled Taka as Kioko showed her dress options to wear to the celebration.
"My lady you have to choose one," Kioko said.
"Well all these ones I hate," she picked up a green dress, "Christine knows I hate green," she picked up a pink dress, "and she knows I would never wear pink if I were dead or alive."
Kioko sighed and put the dresses away.
"Can we go to the market?" asked Taka, "there were dresses out there I seen and liked."
"You want to see Malik right?" asked Kioko with her back turned.
Taka laughed, "That too."
Kioko sighed again.
"Might as well, let's go... this time out the gates," Kioko gave Taka a look.
"Alright, alright," Taka got on the cloak but this time she didn't put up her hood and they walked out of her room.
The soldiers nodded at them as they walked down the large hall. Taka pulled out a small blade and aimed it at Jinan's portrait.
"Taka!" warned Kioko.
'This woman has eyes on the back of her head!' thought Taka as she put away the knife.
They walked into the courtyard and out the front gates, into the market. Kioko pointed out a few but Taka scoffed and turned away from them. She stopped by one stand. A black dress lay out in front of her. It looked nice in Taka's eyes. It was thin (not one of the frilly ones Christine wanted her to wear) and it looked foreign. A woman looked at Taka.
"Does the princess like this dress," the woman asked.
'French accent? She's foreign... I knew it!' thought Taka.
"Yes, I do," she replied.
"Would she like to buy it? I bet it is just your size," the woman smiled, "Come, come try it on," she shoved Taka in a changing tent and gave her the dress.
Taka put the dress on. She looked fabulous. It was practically skin tight at the upper body and flowed beautifully on the lower half.
"Oh you look wonderful!" the woman stood at the door.
"Thanks," Taka looked in the mirror that was on the wall.
"Here I have something to go with that. Just let me do my thing," she sat Taka down.
The woman played with Taka's hair for about a minute or so.
"Voila!" she motioned for Taka to look in the mirror.
Her hair was now in a ponytail, with a small strand of hair in the front.
"One more thing," the woman took out something form a drawer.
She put it around Taka's throat. It was a black choker.
"Darling you look wonderful!" she said happily.
Taka looked in the mirror again. This look was foreign to the kingdom. She smiled.
"How much do you want?" she asked.
"Oh... since you're the princess about one hundred silver?"
"Deal," Taka handed the woman a small bag of money, changed back and walked out.
Kioko ran up to her.
"There you are my lady!" she exclaimed.
"I got a dress Kioko," said Taka.
"Ok let's get back," Kioko took her hand.
Taka stopped. She heard a groan of pain from behind her. The person who owned that groan sounded a lot like...
"Malik?" Taka turned.
It was only a slave trader's tent. How she loathed slave traders. Christine and Jinan enjoyed having slaves while she hated it. But then she noticed something. There on the ground where the slaves were being sold sat Malik. He was covered in cuts and looked badly beaten.
"Oh my god!" she ran up to Malik and kneeled in front of him, "Malik!"
"Hey!" Jules came up to her.
"What?"
"I should recommend someone else this slave is weak now..." Taka cut him off.
"Because you beat him," she snapped.
"As I was saying... you should pick a stronger slave."
"Why would you want to keep him?"
"Oh... for a little fun," Jules laughed and patted him groin.
Taka looked at him in disgust.
"You're sick!" she growled.
Jules stopped.
"How much?"
"Huh?"
"How much do I pay for him!" snapped Taka again.
"Uh... seven hundred silver? Eight hundred? One gold?" Jules rubbed his chin.
"One gold," Taka said.
"Ok, deal," Jules held out his palm and Taka placed a piece of pure gold into his palm, "Thank you for your business princess," he smirked kissing the gold coin.
"Must be rare for you to see one of those," said Taka and she swung one of Malik's arms aver her shoulders.
"Rare indeed," he said as he watched her walk away.
Kioko gasped when she seen Taka again.
"Miss Taka! Who is that!"
"It's Malik, Kioko," she explained as she struggled to keep Malik up, "I found him at a slave trader's"
"Let me help you," Kioko took Malik's other arm and helped support him.
They walked through the streets and into the courtyard. The guards stared at Taka as she brought in Malik. They came to Taka's room after a few flights of stairs to drag Malik up.
"Get a spare servant's bed," Taka ordered, "we have plenty."
Kioko nodded and bolted out the door. Taka sat Malik down on her chair and looked at him.
"Malik?"
"T...Taka?" he opened his eyes and looked at her before passing out again.
Kioko and another servant walked in the room, carrying a mattress that servants used when they slept. Taka lay Malik on it and Kioko began to work on fixing up his wounds. Taka looked out the window. It was nightfall.
"My lady," said Kioko, "you should get your dress on and go downstairs to the great hall... I'll take care of Malik."
Taka nodded and went into her washroom to change. She came out in the dress Kioko helped do her hair and went back to working with Malik. Taka was about to walk out but she looked at Malik again.
"Please be okay," she said aloud to his sleeping form before she hurried down the hall.