The Pharaoh's Servant
Chapter 3.
Isis' Pov
I walked into Kagome Game Shop, holding a silver briefcase. I had on jeans and a lacy dark blue blouse. "Hello?" I called out. "ATEM I THINK I FOUND HER!" the boy behind the counter shouted in the direction of the stairs, making me jump back into a defensive position. The boy looked at me; I smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of my head "Sorry. I'm paranoid. I instinctively go into defensive positions." I said, and glanced at the figure that stood at the stairs. I dropped to my knees, my briefcase on the ground (I'd put it down when I jumped back). "What're you-!" The boy behind the counter, whose name tag said he was Yugi, exclaimed.
"I am once again in your presence, Great Pharaoh." I said, a large (but not quite half of) my hair falling forward as I knelt. Pharaoh Atem-who I knew was also by the name Yami, (I still have a habit of calling him Pharaoh though he no longer rules Egypt)-rushed forward, gathering me in his arms. "Isis, my Isis." He said into my long and black hair. "You're back, with me." He said, looking in my face. "You look and even smell the same." He said, brushing his nose against my earlobe. I blushed "I have missed you, Pharaoh." I said, my arms hugging his waist.
"Our programmer's here-" Yugi's grandfather and owner of the shop paused when he saw the embrace Atem/Yami and I had, before his face softened. "The lovers' reincarnation." "Computer programmer?" Atem asked, pulling back slightly to look at my face. I blushed, lowering my eyes and feeling my eyelashes brush my cheeks. "Yes, my Pharaoh. I have graduated early from high school and have moved here to attend an advanced Japanese college." "You always were amazingly clever, my Isis." I blushed with pleasure "Thank you, my Pharaoh." "Should you come back later . . . ?" Yugi's grandfather asked. "I'm so sorry for getting sidetracked!" I said, bowing my head for a quick instant and pulling away from my love's embrace to get my briefcase. "I'll get the program right now!" I said, hurrying over to the counter. Atem smiled to himself and walked to me, watching as I opened my briefcase to demonstrate the program.
"That's . . . advanced." I heard Yugi's grandfather say in awe. My brow furrowed. "Is it? I thought it wasn't much, but perhaps I'm wrong." I said, tapping my temple in deep thought. "N-no it's fine! You needn't go into deep thought about it!" Yugi flustered. "But why shouldn't I? Hmm, such a question . . ." I said, wandering around the shop. "My Isis always was somewhat a philosopher." Atem said, bringing me out of my head. I laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of my head again. Amazingly, my hair quickly went back into place. "I think you deserve a bonus." Yugi's grandfather said. "Oh no! I couldn't possibly accept!" I said. "You've paid me more than enough already(they'd paid me in advance) and I don't need any-" "Isis," my Pharaoh said, coming from behind and holding me, making my eyes widen "they simply wish to help you and show you how much you matter. Would you decline this chance to let them show you?" he asked, his breath brushing against my neck. "I-" "Would you, Isis?" I blushed. "I'm sorry. I will accept the bonus." Yugi's grandfather smiled "Good!" he said, going behind the counter and getting an envelope with Isis' Bonus written across it. "You planned to give me one from the beginning?" I asked, my mouth slightly parted in shock. "Isis." My Pharaoh muttered. I blushed, lowering my eyes again. I could feel Atem/Yami smiling against my hair, his lips softly brushing my hair, causing me to blush once again. He continued to smile "Shall we visit your home?" "My home is an apartment, my Pharaoh." He hummed, wondering why I was not getting the best of things. I bit my lip, attempting not to protest and saying he needn't worry about me. "I suppose your apartment will do for now." He said, unlinking one of his arms from my waist and picking up my briefcase-which no longer held the program-and led me to the door.
"I'm glad you can at least afford a decent car." Atem said, opening the passenger door for me. I slid in, and gently placed the empty briefcase he handed me in my lap. He then proceeded to go around the car and enter the driver's seat. I handed him the keys after we were both buckled up. He smiled at me, and blood rose to my cheeks. I lowered my eyes. He laughed and tilted my chin up with a finger-I raised my purple-blue eyes to his beautiful orbs. He leaned forward, I lifted my chin so my lips reached his. It was a sweet kiss. It was only sweet, with no passion as we didn't want to get (him) aroused in my car.
When we got to my nicer-than-most apartment building and locked the car, Atem immediately led me to the one I told him was my apartment. He unlocked it with my keys and carried me in bridal-style. I blushed and wrapped my arms around his neck. He then proceeded to carry me to my bedroom.