Disclaimer: I don't own yugioh.

Danielle was lead to the back of the store belonging to the old man whose name was Abayomi. Danielle looked around and noticed two wooden flat beds to the side. Her eyes skimmed around the area and she saw how it resembled much of a home. In fact, she concluded this was their home. She saw a mirror on her right and practically jumped when she saw her reflection. Her hair which was originally dark brown was now that of silver, grey. Her eyes once light brown were now golden, and her skin was darker than before.

Was the sun that hot to completely change my color, or something?! Why do I look so different!?

Danielle snapped back to reality when the man called for her. Although it wasn't exactly her name, she knew he was referring to her. She saw that he was standing next to an old woman most likely around his age as well. She was sitting on an old chair, but it was enough to support her weight. She had what seemed like an old style of a weaving machine on the table.

"Khepri," she stated slowly as if Danielle was deaf.

"Ah.. Oh! Danielle," she replied pointing to herself.

They both gave a look of concern and began speaking to one another again.

Their POV

The man walked inside his cozy home where he and his wife have lived for so many years. It may look rundown, but he couldn't ask for anything else. It was his home and he was still with his wife. That was enough. He smiled to see his wife still working hard and approached her.

"Khepri?" he spoke up.

"Ah? Abayomi? Taking a break already? Or perhaps things are going slow," Khepri smiled at him.

"No, see, a girl walked in looking for something to wear, but I'm afraid she looks like an orphan."

"Oh my. What makes you say that?" she asked worriedly.

"She is wearing such strange clothing. I have never seen anything like it, nor from the palace either. I think they leave whatever they can make for her and she can't speak properly either," Abayomi shook his head.

"Oh, you're exaggerating, dear. That's not possible. Even orphans and strays can speak properly. Perhaps she is a foreigner?"

"That's what I thought at first when she entered our store. But I believe she is one of those rare outcasts. Her appearance is none like any foreigner or even people around her."

"So you believe she was mistreated and was not taught a single thing? Poor dear… Does she understand even a little bit?" Khepri asked.

"Not that I know of, but I had to slowly tell her my name. She can't really pronounce her name correctly either," Abayomi sighed. "Dalila? Come here."

They watched as the girl approached them and Khepri smiled.

"Khepri," she began slowly. "My name is Khepri."

"Ah? Oh… Danielle," she replied.

"Oh… the poor dear… Abayomi! How about we help teach her? We could adopt her!" Khepri suggested.

"I was just thinking that. We can't really leave her alone after finding her situation like this." Abayomi's eyes perked up after remembering the reason he came in. "Khepri? It seems this girl does not like any of the clothes we have outside. She wants something resembling… that weird legging she has on."

"She still wants something like that even though you offered her a nice dress? My, what a strange girl indeed. Well, I suppose I can make something of the sorts. In the meantime, how about we cook her something? She must be starving," Khepri went over to the fireplace. (I'm not exactly sure what they used to cook so I'm just going to say fireplace.)

Abayomi nodded, but his expression fell slightly when he saw what Danielle was holding.

Regular POV

Danielle merely blinked and stared at them blankly.

What are they talking about…? Danielle sighed.

She felt like she couldn't leave though; it might be rude. Danielle decided to wander around while they talk about something. She glanced toward them and couldn't help but smile a bit. They seem to be very loving to each other. Something shiny suddenly caught her eyes. (yes… shiny… heheheh…) She walked over to it and examined it carefully. It was something close to a sword, yet it was shorter than a sword but longer than a dagger. She picked it up with interest and noticed how it easily she can move it around in her hand as if she were a part of it.

"Dalila?" Abayomi began.

Danielle turned around still holding the weapon. Abayomi asked something and pointed at it. She gasped and quickly put it down.

"I'm sorry! I didn't realize it was yours!" she exclaimed. She had no way of knowing how to apologize so she bowed her head hoping he would understand.

Abayomi said nothing, but then chuckled. He walked over and picked up the weapon and began to speak once again. Although he knew Danielle could not understand, he was probably only remembering something he used to do for his eyes were in a thoughtful daze. He turned back to Danielle, flipped the weapon up in the air, and caught it by the handle. Her jaws dropped.

"Whoa!" she exclaimed. Whether he understood it or not, he could probably tell by her expression that she was amazed, so he smiled.

Abayomi motioned her to sit down at the table while they clear it.

Oh? Are they going to eat? Why are they inviting me?

Danielle decided to help them set up the table instead. She hated chores, but come on, she barely knows them yet they're helping her for some reason.

Egypt's not going to be so bad after all. Danielle thought with a small smile. Still.. It doesn't explain how I got here and why my appearance changed…

Their POV

"Dalila? What are you doing with that?" Abayomi asked.

Abayomi noticed her panic a bit and stammered jumble of random words. He saw how she bowed her head apologetically, so she must be trying to apologize.

This girl is strange indeed being interested in swords more than clothing… Abayomi couldn't help but chuckle.

He went to pick it up and examined it, memories rushing from the sword to his mind.

"I'll let you on a little secret… This weapon was mine a long time ago when I was a thief. I fought everyone and everything that tried to capture me. I'm sure you're wondering how an old man like me used to be a thief and live here not being bothered by guards at all. I tried to invade the palace once, but I was caught. Right when I was about to receive punishment, the Pharaoh stood up and defended me… He said that there was goodness in my heart and that I should be given a second chance… To let someone like me survive, I owe him my life," he gazed at the sword thoughtfully.

Abayomi glanced at Danielle not knowing whether or not she understood some of it, but decided to give her a little show. He flipped the sword into the air, and watched as it spun rapidly. He concentrated and timed the right moment to catch it. He opened his hands and easily caught the sword's handle. Abayomi turned to Danielle after hearing her shout out in amazement. He smiled at her astonished face.

"My wife and I sell clothes for the Pharaoh now. He says my wife's designs are original. She also makes wonderful food. Come with us," he motioned her to follow him to the table.

Although, she didn't sit down. She searched around and soon began to set the table. Khepri smiled.

"My, what a nice young girl!"

Regular POV

As Danielle was setting the table, she felt something rustle in her pocket. She paused and slid her hands inside to pull the object out. It was a green plant like substance, a root perhaps. She stared at it curiously and realization struck her.

Oh! This is valerian plant that we were supposed to use in our science project. Ah… I think it's too late for them to use it now since I'm… well, gone. I can always use it for something else. Danielle shrugged and placed the plant back in her pocket.

After dinner, the sun began to slowly fade out into darkness, replaced by a whiter light and the coolness of air. Danielle had helped clear the table, but realized how late it was already.

"It's getting late… I better go and find a way home," Danielle mumbled to herself. "But how do I even get home…?"

"Dalila?" a gentle voice called out to her.

She turned around to see Khepri showing Danielle the bed. Khepri motioned her to come sleep, but Danielle shook her head. They were giving a stranger hospitality and she didn't want to be a bother. Khepri noticing this insisted and gently pushed Danielle on the bed. She softly muttered something and slept over on the other bed while her husband slept on the floor. By this time, Danielle felt really bad, but she slowly dazed out and immediately fell asleep. In the middle of the night, she awoke tiredly and looked around trying to figure out where she was.

Oh yeah, I magically appeared in Egypt… I hope they don't send the entire police force to search for me…

Danielle suddenly felt less tired and began to look around the house. It was dark, but the moonlight struck through the window giving her enough vision to see. Danielle merely walked around taking everything in. This place seemed too old century. But then again she didn't know much about Egyptians, so this must be how they live. Danielle soon spotted something she recognized as vinegar. (I don't know if they really did have that, but I need this for upcoming events.) She knelt down to closely observe it, and indeed, it was vinegar.

This might come as use for me in the future. Danielle thought with a smirk.

She turned back to her bed, but noticed that the old man had no blanket. She looked over at the old peaceful lady sleeping and saw that he had given her his blanket. Danielle walked over to her bed and placed the blanket over the old man. They need it more than her after all. She didn't mind the cold much, anyway. Her eyes caught a glimpse of the full moon outside and she admired its glow. She decided to get some fresh air and walked outside.

Danielle noticed how peaceful Egypt was at night. There were no rushing crowds screaming or laughing. Nothing but the wind and the coolness of night. She inhaled the as fresh cold air ran through her nose and out. It was a clear night; a perfect weather in her opinion. Danielle decided to sit down near the house and just stare at the moon. After a few minutes, she heard a rustle. Her eyes and ears became alert. She stood up and looked around listening for another sound of movement. It was completely silent.

Unknown to her, there was a shadow above the roof tops right behind her staring down. The figure stared down at her and disappeared. Danielle still continued to search around, making sure this mysterious noise was not something after her. Suddenly, a hand was placed on her shoulder and she immediately turned around ready to defend herself. Her eyes met that of the old man, Abayomi.

"Dalila?" he asked something in his foreign language.

Danielle assumed he was asking why she was outside, so she merely shook her head and smiled reassuringly. She took one last glance outside and followed Abayomi back in. Abayomi also turned to look outside and slightly shifted his head to the roof tops. He closed his eyes and shut his door tightly. Abayomi stood next to the bed while Danielle crawled back in. He muttered something and went back to sleep on the floor. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep as well.

Next morning, she woke to the smell of something fresh and could almost taste it in her mouth. She rolled over and saw Abayomi cooking while Khepri was back on her weaving machine. She looked outside the window wondering what time it was and saw many people walking back and forth outside.

Did I oversleep?

Khepri was the first to notice her awakening and smiled with a greeting it seemed. Abayomi turned around and also smiled. He placed the food on the table while Khepri stopped what she was doing to assist him. They motioned Danielle to come over and join them once again. She slightly smiled sheepishly and ate with them. After breakfast, Abayomi walked to the front of his store and opened the shop. Khepri continued weaving. She pointed at Danielle, then pointed to Abayomi.

She wants me to follow him…?

Danielle nodded and followed Abayomi.

Abayomi's POV

As Abayomi opened his shop, he squinted his eyes at the sun.

"Thank Ra for a new day," he said.

Abayomi turned around and nearly jumped back when he saw Danielle right behind him.

"Dear Ra! I really am growing too old," Abayomi panted.

Danielle merely stared at him questioningly.

"You have silent feet; that's a good skill," Abayomi smiled. "Now, being that you are unable to understand us, I will teach you. This is called linen wrap. Linen. Wrap."

"Linen wrap?" Danielle repeated what he said.

Abayomi's eyes widened at how well she pronounced it.

"Maybe this could go quicker than I expected."

Regular POV

Danielle rose her eyebrow when the man nearly ended up having a heart attack.

I wasn't that quiet was I…?

Once again, he jumbled on about something that she completely didn't understand. She inwardly sighed loudly and wondered why they tried talking to her when they know she couldn't understand anything whatsoever. Her head was beginning to hurt just trying to figure out what they wanted her to do.

Ann's better at this kind of stuff… She catches on pretty quickly in a lot of languages for some reason. Smart girl… No, just kidding. She likes Kaiba.

Danielle couldn't help but snicker at the thought, but Abayomi didn't notice that. He walked up to one of those man skirts and began to say something in his language slowly. He continuously pointed at it and repeated the same word over and over again. Danielle repeated after him questioningly, but his eyes perked up. It was almost as if he was amazed by her repeating what he had been saying over and over again. Abayomi walked up to one of the dresses and did the same thing, only it was a different word.

Oh! He's trying to help me understand his language better. I was never good at languages… How many times have I half-assed Spanish class? I guess it's worth a try… But I'm in for another major headache… Danielle sulked.

A month later

It's been a month since Abayomi had been trying to teach her, and she caught on quickly. It was as if it all came naturally. Over the weeks, she had been waking up in the middle of the night and did a little experimenting with her valerian plant. Sometimes she would work outside as to not wake up Khepri and Abayomi, but she stopped after the first two weeks. Abayomi told her that the guards were searching around for anyone suspicious and they might assume she's one of them, so she had to do her experimenting quietly as possible.

On the third week, Khepri had apparently completed the clothes that Danielle asked for. Even though it wasn't exactly how Danielle imagined it would look like, it was close enough and Khepri put a lot into it. It didn't seem normal for them to make something like this. She wore something that imitated a long skirt, however, the front was ripped open, but was left enough to still stay on her waist. Sewed into this skirt were pants that reach eight above her knee. They were slightly loose on her, giving her comfort to move around. The shirt was more of a tank top, but there were sleeves, yet her shoulders were revealed. She had felt weird with her stomach showing, so she tied a large sash around it.

Not what I had in mind, but this will do I suppose.

Danielle have tried to make sense of how she got there, but only resulted in a major headache, so she put it past her for a while and just enjoyed being sheltered by these kind people. However, that one sound of the footsteps of people will change things.

"Oh? Customers? I'll handle this, Dalila. You can continue eating," Abayomi stood up.

Danielle nodded. She was used to them calling her Dalila. It turned out, they thought she couldn't pronounce her own name. She found that sort of amusing. She held the spoon to her mouth, ready to take a bite of the delicious food Abayomi had made until she heard something break out at the shop. She immediately stood up and ran over, Khepri following her with worry. They both stopped to see Abayomi arguing with about six to seven guards.

"I told you. I do not know about this thief that has been stealing around these parts," Abayomi answered sternly to them.

"Why should we believe you?" their leader, it seemed, asked. "You're probably lying."

"Are you only suspecting me because I was once a thief? I quit that many years ago! I am loyal to the Pharaoh now."

"Ha! Once a thief, always a thief, Abayomi. I don't know what the Pharaoh saw in you, but you're probably hiding them somewhere here."

"You are the one lying. I can see it in your eyes that you merely dislike me because you believe I am lower than you. You are doing this for yourself, aren't you?" Abayomi strictly glared at them.

"How dare you talk to us like we're equals!" another guard shouted in anger.

"Please!" Khepri cried out running over to Abayomi. "We have done nothing wrong! We do not even know this thief that lurks around! Abayomi still faithfully serves the Pharaoh, so please!"

"Don't speak unless you're spoken to, woman!" another one stepped out yelling at Khepri.

She flinched, but stood by Abayomi's side while he stood by her protectively. Danielle glared at these guards. There were some words she didn't understand, but she knew for sure that they were accusing Abayomi of something he didn't do. Danielle stepped out and stood in front of them, challenging these guards boldly with her glare.

Who ever heard of people coming in to threaten old people? These guys need to get whatever it is out of their ass and leave them alone.

"Dalila?" Abayomi exclaimed.

"Oh? What do we have here? I thought you said you weren't hiding anyone, Abayomi?"

"No! She has done nothing wrong!" Khepri defended Danielle.

"Keep your mouth shut!" one of them came up to backslap her across the face.

Danielle saw this and she was about to stop him, but Abayomi stepped in first. It shocked her and everyone else in the room how well he grasped the guard's wrist so easily without budging. The guard, on the other hand, was having a hard time. Abayomi glared at the man and threw him back.

"Don't you dare lay a hand on my wife," his voice was deep and stern.

Danielle was slightly scared for an instant how threatening his voice sounded. She was glad she never got him angry during the month she stayed with them.

"Oh my," the leader faked worry. "What will the Pharaoh say if he heard that the Abayomi had betrayed him?"

"You know very well that you intruded in my home accusing me of something I did not commit."

"Really? I recall how we came in looking for a thief, and here, and ex-thief tries to fight against us without warning."

"How dare you," Danielle hissed. "You attacked Khepri. Now accuse Abayomi?"

Okay, well, maybe her knowledge of their language still has yet to be fully learned, but that sentence was the best she could do to make sense.

"It's our word against all of yours," he mocked. "Guards. Arrest them!"

As they charged inside, Abayomi pushed Danielle and Khepri into the back room and stood in front of the guards.

"Go! Take care of each other!" Abayomi shouted trying to fight off the guards, who were also armed by the way.

"What of you?" Danielle asked. I sound so formal! It's freaking irritating!

"I'll be fine!"

"Come, Dalila," Khepri pulled Danielle along with her.

Danielle couldn't help but look back to see Abayomi having a hard time fighting off all those guards by himself. Her eyes filled with determination as she followed Khepri.

"Through the back door, Dalila!" she ushered.

"Hide, Khepri. I go back," Danielle ran back toward the bed she had slept on.

"Dalila!" Khepri cried out, but Danielle didn't look back.

She dove under her bed and took out a box. She hurriedly opened it and grabbed one of the small, circular item. She took a small cloth and tied it around her mouth. Running back in the shop, Danielle saw Abayomi close to tiring out and fainting. He was sweating and panting heavily, but continued to fight.

Let's put my experiment to the test… Danielle thought with a smirk.

She ran back in the room only to have Abayomi shout out her name in shock, but she ignored him.

"Hold breath, Abayomi!" she cried out.

In and instant, she threw down her stink bomb and grabbed Abayomi, who had held his breath immediately after she threw it down. The smell flowed through the air like a plague. The guards' eyes got teary and blurry as they began to choke. There were cries such as,

"What is this disgusting smell!?" or "I can't breathe!"

Danielle rushed out as fast as she could seeing how Abayomi was losing his breath. But out of the corner of her eye, she saw that weapon. That weapon that called out to her the first time she laid eyes on it.

This isn't the time to want something that doesn't belong to me!

Her mind shouted that, but whether it was consciously or subconsciously, her hand grabbed the sword and continued to help Abayomi out.

"They're getting away!"

"I can't see anything!"

"My nose! It burns!"

"Almost there, Abayomi," Danielle noticed how he was getting weary and ready to go unconscious. He was tired from the fight after all. As they got outside, Danielle looked around. "…Khepri?"

"You will come with us without a struggle, or else an accident might happened to this nice old lady," a voice in the shadows spoke.

Danielle turned to see one of the guards. He had escaped and discovered them… The cold knife was pressed softly against a frightened Khepri's neck. She couldn't scream. She couldn't whimper. She was just held there. And all Danielle and Abayomi could do was stand and watch.

"Khepri…" Abayomi whispered.