HELLO EVERYONE!

I'm back! With another chapter for you all to enjoy. Aren't I nice?

Anyways I think that this is probably the longest chapter I've ever written for anything so I do hope you enjoy.

Thanks MickyMcMuffinx3 for being my very first reviewer for the story! Cookie for you :D

Atem: Can I have a cookie?

Me: ...No...

Disclaimer: Though I don't own Yu Gi Oh in any way shape or form, I do own Micah and her dad Aristotle. :D

ENJOY! ENJOY IT DAMN YOU!

Egypt, The Palace Of Aknamkanon. 3011 BC

"They're coming! They're coming!"

The cry spread like wildfire throughout the Egyptian palace as several of the Pharoah's magicians hurried towards the throne room, fixing their items and their clothing.

It was five years after the birth of the princess and as per the agreement with the two kings, she was going to come spend the summer with her father at the Pharoah's palace.

The Pharoah Aknumkanon and his son, the Prince Atem stood at the bottom of the dais and waited, the young boy fidgeting with his jewellery. The pharoah noticed and frowned at the boy, who stopped almost immediately.

"Introducing, King Aristotle and the Princess Micah."

The two entered, dressed in traditional Grecian tunics. The court stared puzzledly at the young princess who seemed to wear no jewellery other then a simple silver bracelet to adorn her. Her silver coloured hair seemed out of control, not unlike their own tri-coloured haired prince.

At least her navy blue eyes looked nice, they decided.

"Aknumkanon, it's a pleasure to see you." King Aristotle said, a smile breaking out on his face as he gave the other man a hug.

"Aristotle, it's been too long." The other royal smiled as his eyes took in the silent prince.

"And who might this strapping young man be then? Young Prince Atem, no doubt."

"Welcome to our fair kingdom, dear Aristotle. And to you, young princess. Go on, Atem." Pharoah Aknumkanon chuckled as he nudged the young prince towards the princess. "Son, go on…"

At the same time, King aristotle was nudging his sullen daughter towards the prince, despite her protests.

The young prince looked desperately at his father, his terrified violet eyes staring into his father's. "Father!" He implored uselessly. The Pharoah gave him a look. "Atem!" He said menacingly.

The young prince sighed and pushed his hair out of his face.

"Hello Princess Micah, I'm very pleased to meet you." Prince Atem muttered bowing slightly, his hair flopping over his eyes.

The young princess sighed and curtseyed to the young prince. "Pleased to meet you, Prince Atem."

She rose from her curtsey to notice the prince was walking determinedly towards his father who motioned for him to go back to her. The prince sighed exasperated and turned towards the princess.

Several of the Millenium guardians snickered as the young prince took hold of Princess Micah's hand and with a slightly disgusted and pained expression kissed it. The princess snatched back her hand hurriedly and wiped it on the side of the her tunic, horror blatant in her eyes as the Prince wiped his mouth quickly to rid himself of any girl germs.

"Yuck!" Atem cried as he glared at the strange girl in front of him. I can't believe I'm stuck with her all summer, I bet she doesn't wrestle hunt or box. He flung up his hands in self defence when she raised hers in a boxing stance.

Micah looked at him annoyed. He looks conceited.

What a total bummer. Atem thought crossing his arms and glaring at her.

Both poked their tongues out and thought If I get lucky I'll get chicken pox.

"So happy you could come" The prince said insincerely.

"So happy to be here." The princess smiled benignly at him as her eyes narrowed. (A/N: Contradictory much? O.o)

How I'd like to run! The children thought as they looked desperately for an escape. Turning around they saw the entire court containing their laughter

This is not my idea, This isn't my idea

Of fun.

A few hours later, the two kings were discussing the arrangements of the betrothal as the two young royals attacked each other with wooden swords that they'd found in the weapons room.

A frazzled young Seth and Mahad watched the two warily, weary from the constant fighting of the two.

"The children seem to get along quite nicely,"Pharoah Aknamkanon observed of the two children, wincing slightly when Micah smacked Atem in the head with her little sword.

"We'll join our lands if this arrangement clicks," added King Aristotle, as he perused the map that was spread before them.

Pharoah Aknamkanon turned away from the children and smiled at the other royal. "My dear King Aristotle, that's my point precisely," He chuckled as behind him, a desperate Mahad held back a kicking and biting princess as Prince Atem taunted and teased her from the safety of being behind Seth.

"It's such good parenting," mused Aristotle as his daughter escaped Mahad's clutches and flung herself on the prince, punching the poor boy in the stomach.

"And politics. So happy we agree." Added Pharoah Aknamkanon.

"I think we've got a deal," surmised King Aristotle as they shook hands.

"Atem's quite a catch," pointed out Aknamkanon as the two turned to see their children running towards them, a terrified expression on Atem's face. Aristotle grabbed Atem and Aknamkanon grabbed Micah, holding them away from each other. They beamed at each other, oblivious to the struggling children and to the exhausted Seth and Mahad standing behind them.

"This is my idea," Aknamkanon said as he struggled to hold the princess.

"This is my idea," Aristotle puffed as Atem smacked him in the stomach.

"Of a match." They beamed as the exhausted Mahad and Seth slumped to the floor.

Several Years later, outside the palace of King Aristotle 3006 BC

"Good heavens child. We can't keep Atem waiting." King Aristotle called up to his daughter who stood in the window of her room. Her freckled face had an expression of worry on her face and she tucked her silver hair back nervously.

"I haven't packed or washed my hair and Father I get seasick!" Micah cried as she looked down at her father who watched her with disapproving eyes.

Aknamkanon's Palace

Pharoah Aknamkanon walked to his son's room and opened the door. His son lay on his bed, a rough drawing of Princess Micah on his wall with various knives sticking into it.

Pharoah Aknamkanon was shocked. "She soon will be arriving. Is that respect you're showing?" He asked his sullen son who looked up at him and glared.

"You make me kiss her hand again, I swear I'm going to be sick!" Atem announced, pushing his bangs out of his eyes.

"One day prince Atem will be her intended." Stated a proud Aristotle as he greeted his friend after the long ship ride. Micah stood further back watching tentatively through her bangs.

"Splendid." Beamed Aknamkanon as a plum hit Micah in the face, obscuring her vision. She looked around startled, only to see Atem and a brown haired girl cackling. Her heart sank as she wiped away the sticky purple fruit from her face.

Atem and his new friend Mana ran through the garden trying to lose the persistent Micah.

"We've tried all summer, but we just can't lose her," grumbled Atem as they raced towards the plum tree that was where the two friends had first met.

"Hey fellas, wait up!" Came the annoying voice that belonged to the perilous princess of pushiness.

Mana looked panickedly at him as they climbed the plum tree. "Quick, put on some speed!" She cried as she boosted him up to the next branch. They watched from above as Micah looked around puzzledly for them.

"When picking teams-" Atem began but was interrupted by Mana.

"Or friends." Mana interjected, smiling at the annoyed prince.

"I'd never choose her." Finished Atem as Micah looked up into the plum tree.

"You'd think she'd take a hint and learn how to read." Mana mused as the princess's face fell at the sight of them in a tree.

Tears threatened in her eyes as she stared unhappily at the pair. "This really isn't fair." She said, swallowing hard as a fat tear eked its way out of her navy blue eyes.

Atem and Mana looked at each other and shrugged. "We really couldn't care." They chorused in unision, laughing at the friendless princess.

"Guys,, it's all or none!" She cried as she kicked the plum tree, causing the pair in the tree to fall out of it and be pelted with overripe plums.

King Aristotle glared at his daughter as they rode away from the Egyptian palace, at her plum stained attire and bruises. Micah smiled weakly. "This is not my idea," She started as back at the palace, Atem and Mana were being berated by an angry Aknamkanon. They looked at each other. "This is not my idea," they yelped, "Of fun!"
As the Grecian envoy rode away from the palace, the Millenium guardians stood at various windows.

Seth was startled when a voice came from behind him. "Long before they met, Atem and Micah, were destined to be wedded." Seth spun around to see Mahad standing behind him, his eyes on the disappearing form of the princess and her entourage.

MAHAD! Yay! He sings! Anyways, I've decided to split this chapter considering it is nearly 400 words long... Anyways. Rate and review or I'll throw a plum at you!