Note: I really have a difficult time coming up with most of the character's dialogs. No, really. The way I speak, I like to keep things short, sweet, and to the point. These people seem to like the idea of saying everything possible to get their point across. The only people I enjoy writing are the red head, cause right now she can't talk, Tozukuo cause he's a villain and I LOVE doing villainous dialog, and that figure cause she's a villain too. And by the way, if you didn't get it from the first part, Tozukuo is the name of ancient Bakura.
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Just as the red head turned in the direction of Tozukuo's command, the double helix beam that was Diabound's attack was only two feet from her, and her chances of escape very impossible. Just as she was about to gasp, the beam froze in place, as did pretty much everything around her. She screamed, still thinking the beam was moving, but when she realized how long she was screaming, she stopped to breathe and took a good look around her. She mumbled something in her odd language after noticing that everything that moved was locked in some rainbow aura. She ran up to the guardians and started waving her hands in front of their faces, making rude gestures, and even poking them to see them to see if they'd react. Not even a blink came from them. She was about to sit down on the ground to scream her head off when a voice sounded.
"Don't bother. They're trapped within that very moment of time."
The red head looked towards the source of the magical voice and saw what looked to be her double. The only differences were that her hair was neater, and she wore some kind of red bikini-like armor. That, and she also had this strange ancient staff with a broken clock that had its gears showing at the top. She seemed to emit glittery light from the translucent blue fairy wings on her back, and her red boots seemed to be metallic as well. The red head gave her a quizzical look, blinking several times before her fairy double answered.
"It's alright. I'm your servant. You have nothing to be afraid of."
The red head said something with an even more puzzled look.
"Yes, servant. Like that thief's creature, Diabound."
The red head made joyous words fly from her mouth, along with joyous gestures, then asked her something.
"You wish to know what I am called?"
She nodded.
"You may call me whatever you wish. I am your servant, after all."
She put her finger to her lips and one hand on her hips, tapping her foot as she thought. She dropped her head as if to sulk after about five minutes.
"Can't think of anything, can you?"
She shook her head."
"It's alright, Master. You have all the time you wish to come up with a name for me. A bit of a warning, though. My ability to alter time, no matter how I alter it, is only temporary. I suggest you run before it wears off."
She whined to her fairy, pointing towards the Guardians of the Pharaoh.
"Do not worry. I shall protect them. You just run off towards the palace, alright?"
She nodded, smiling, and did as her fairy asked. Not long after, the time freeze wore off and Diabound's attack hit the ground where the red head once stood. Her fairy waved her staff and a barrier formed around the guardians, protecting them from the shock waves. Once they subsided, everyone was left in some sort of shock from two things. The first being that the guardians weren't hurt by the attack, and the second being that the red head was missing. Her fairy waved its wand in a circle around herself, then aimed it towards Tozukuo. Tiny orbs of light gathered in front of it, fusing into a large orb of energy, then shot out towards the thief, only to be blocked by Diabound. It still hurt the creature greatly, though, and Tozukuo felt the effects of the attack. As soon as he finished cringing in pain, he glared at the fairy look-alike of the red head and retreated, leaving the guardians puzzled like hell. The fairy turned to them and smiled before waving her staff around her once more, disappearing behind an illusionary clock this time.
As the thief walked into his little "home", he was greeted by the figure again. More of her was visible now. It seemed her hair was as black as the blackest of nights, and there was some kind of purple silk visible down to her shoulders. She had on a nasty glare, aimed directly at Tozukuo.
"Why isn't she with you?" She asked, her voice dripping with venom.
"She got smart about my intentions and fled toward the Pharaoh and his buddies," the thief answered.
"And you didn't bother to try to get her back?"
"No. I ordered Diabound to attack, but then just as his attack hit the ground, she disappeared and some fairy creature that looked like her shot a powerful attack at me and I was forced to retreat."
The woman glided around a bit with her eyes closed, mumbling to herself. Once she stopped, she cursed, putting a quizzical look on the thief's face. She saw his reaction and sighed angrily.
"She's gotten herself a bloody guardian now. This means that I can't just take her body whenever I wish to anymore."
"And this is bad how, exactly? You'll still be able to take it, right?"
"Yes, I will. The only problem is that if she can fight back, there's always the chance that she'll defeat me, thus putting a permanent end to the shadows. And if she's with him, she's bound to gain that strength sooner or later."
"'Him?'"
"That wretched pharaoh who looks exactly like my ex-husband."
"You were in a relationship with the pharaoh?"
"Don't be stupid, Tozukuo. I'm too old of a spirit for that to be so. If he's in anyway related to my husband, I'd say the best words to compare them would be reincarnations of a single soul."
"And how was your man back then?"
"He was a good for nothing goody-two-sandals who had his ideals locked on peace throughout the world. He also was in command of the very army that had destroyed my body, and if not for my servant Dartz, my homeland would still be standing today."
"And just what is the name of your homeland?"
"That is of no importance as of now. Your only focus should be to get that girl back so that I may gain the use of her body."
"Remind me again why you need her body, specifically?"
"Because I've tried people who don't have what's needed in their bodies, and all it did was dissolve those bodies into dust."
"And what is it that you need of a host's body?"
"My blood flowing through their veins."
The red head was now wandering through the palace, sniffing around like a dog. Her stomach was growling slightly, and she didn't want to nearly starve like she did a while back. Eventually, her nose lead her into what appeared to be the royal pantry. The whole room was filled with foods of all sorts available to Egyptian people, and she just lept at the shelves, grabbing a few loaves of bread, a couple of fish, and a few fruits. She found a nice place to hide and started to munch slowly on the food, enjoying each and every single bite. Once she finished the food, she belched loudly and sighed happily. She then yawned and fell asleep right on the spot.
The next morning she awoke and stretched, yawning herself out of sleep, then got up on her feet. She stretched to the sides, then back and forth, then made her way out of the pantry. Just as she reached the way out, she bumped into someone, who apparently was a cook for the pharaoh.
The man blinked, then shouted, "INTRUDER!!! INTRUDER IN THE PANTRY!!!"
The red head freaked and ran out of the pantry to the left, going as fast as she could. It only brought her closer to the guards, which roughly grabbed her arm and dragged her to who knows where. During the whole trip she was struggling like mad and shouting in whatever language she spoke. Eventually the guards stopped at a large set of double doors and knocked, asking permission to come in. A groan made its way through the door, and whoever owned the room asked something the red head could not make out. The guards explained their reason for pestering the person so early in the morning, and whoever was in the room must've given them permission to come in because one of the guards opened the door. The one who had a firm grip on the red head dragged her in rather roughly and asked what should be done with her. She turned to look at the bedroom's owner and both of their eyes widened in shock. The person in the bed was Atem, the Pharaoh himself, shirtless by the way, and both of their mouths just dropped open. The red head pointed to him and blurted out some word in her language, looking completely confused. Atem then cleared his expression and looked at the guard holding her.
"Just leave her here. I'll take care of her myself."
The red head heard a guard behind the door make a rude comment quietly before the guard released his grip on her and left. She rubbed the spot on her arm where the guard kept his tight grip on her and muttered a few words.
"Please forgive my guards for their rude behavior," Atem requested, smiling.
She merely stared at him with a quizzical look on her face and one of her eyebrows raised. Atem chuckled slightly and his smile grew slightly.
"Do not worry. It is the least I can do for the person who saved me and my guardians."
She still had that puzzled look on her face. Atem blinked twice before she started making pointing gestures. She pointed at herself, then at her head while shaking it, then pointed at Atem and her mouth while making speaking motions. Atem blinked once more and gasped slightly, then repeated her gestures, keeping in mind to change who he was pointing to when appropriate. She nodded and smiled, jumping up and down slightly as if cheering to herself.
"So she doesn't understand our language, eh?" Atem mumbled half to himself. "I suppose I'll have to get her a tutor fore that, but who should teach her?"
He rubbed his chin and closed his eyes in thought, leaving the red head to stare at him quizzically and angrily. She thought she already got the point across that she couldn't understand them for shit, and the fact that Atem insisted on talking in his language was pissing her off. As she was about to start making more gestures, Atem opened his eyes and snapped his fingers, calling for a guard. One came and asked for the reason he called.
"Get me Priest Seth and Priest Aknadan. I wish to speak with them."
The guard nodded and left, leaving the red head to stare at Atem more. She merely smiled at her, which was really confusing the hell out of her. Once the requested men arrived at the door, asking why Atem had called them, he merely looked at them with a straight face and commanded while pointing at the red head,
"Teach her how to speak our language. And while you're at it, learn her language as well."
"May I ask why, Your Majesty?" Aknadan asked.
"It's the least we can do for her," Atem replied. "After all, she did save use from Bakura last night."
Seth nodded and said, "Yes, Pharaoh."
He then walked over to the red head and motioned for her to follow him. She blinked, then nodded and eagerly followed him, figuring that the constantly smiling man that everyone obeyed wouldn't have intentionally left her with a couple of men he couldn't trust, right?