Chapter: 2

The next day Yugi and Atemu headed to school. They talked about nothing in particular—mostly about Duel Monsters (no surprise). They pasted Miu, who waved to them and they waved a reply. "I have to admit," Yugi teased, "yer sister is really, really hot."

Atemu shoved him into the wall. "Do not talk about her like that." He hissed.

Yugi shook off the shockwave he felt from the impact against the wall. "Sorry." He apologized.

Atemu sighed. "Forget it." He muttered. His mind wandered off to other things.

Yugi looked at him with worry in his eyes. I might not be able to read his mind anymore, he thought, but I can sense that something is wrong, and it isn't about his sister.

Atemu felt the girl's horror when he was unconscious last night. He did not fully blame her and he wondered if he would see her again. She might look like Tora, he thought, but she is not anything like Tora. Though it is very ridiculous how close the spelling and pronunciation between 'Tora' and 'Tara' is.

There were a lot of questions about Tara La Moure that her memories, origins, knowledge, or emotions could not answer. She seemed so mysterious, beautiful, fearful, intelligent, and creative.

When the two boys reached the school, Anzu, Jounochi, and Honda were there waiting. The three saw how deep in thought Atemu was, they did not even try to bring him out of it. After all, once the great Pharaoh was focused on his thoughts almost nothing brought him back to reality.

"Hey," announced Jounochi, "anyone hear about a foreign exchange student?"

Somehow that snapped Atemu back to the real world. "What about a foreign exchange student?" He demanded.

"They say her name's Tera La Moure and she's in 3-D." Anzu answered. "She just came out of no where."

"Tah rah." Atemu corrected sharply. "Her name is Tara La Moure."

All eyes fell onto him, but he ignored them. How did Atemu know that? Thought Yugi. We've never met her. Is the girl from last night and the foreign exchange student one in the same?

The first bell ran and Yugi-tachi saw a girl with long, brown hair with a solid, ruby red streak, pure blue eyes, pale skin, and a sender body with the perfect hourglass shape waist. She wore the Domino High School uniform, a teardrop shaped crystal on a thin rope, and black tennies. She was flawless and beautiful. She was drawing something as she sat on a bench in the sunlight.

"She's hot." Jounochi said.

"So true." Agreed Honda.

Anzu sighed. "You two need to grow up." She muttered. She, Yugi, Jounochi, and Honda headed into the school. However, none of them noticed Atemu staying behind.

Atemu was spellbound by the girl and knew she was Tara La Moure. He walked up to her.

A gentle breeze came by, making Tara's hair flow like the water. The scent of cherry blossoms wafted to Atemu and he breathed it in deeply.

The Pharaoh let out a slow, shaky sigh as he shivered slightly. He finally made it to her and cleared his throat. "Hello." He said.

Tara's eyes flickered up to him. "Hello." She replied. She looked down at her sketchbook and continued to draw. "What do you want?"

Atemu saw a picture of—himself when he ruled Egypt. "You are good." He complimented. He smelled the sweet scent of cherry blossoms that came from the third year high school girl. "I…well I…err…" His voice trailed off, very uncertain as to what he should tell her.

Tara snorted. "You're just like everyone else." She scoffed. She slammed her sketchbook closed, stood, and left.

Atemu stood frozen in place as she past him. Oh Ra. He thought in a daze from smelling cherry blossoms coming from her. She smells exquisite. He blushed slightly. He came back to reality when he heard the second bell. He hurried into the school before he got into trouble.

After school Atemu went up to the roof, promising the others he would meet up with them later, but he needed some time to himself.

He did not get his wish, however, when he saw Tara drawing in her sketchbook again. She acted like she was not aware of the Pharaoh's presence as she sat in silence. Then she hissed, "This place is occupied."

Atemu snorted. "I guess you will have to suffer with having company." He retorted. "What are you drawing?"

Tara held the sketchbook up and showed him a wonderful picture of a dragon flying in a starry night sky. She set the book back onto her lap and continued to draw.

Atemu strolled up next to her and looked out towards the rest of the city as the sun slowly set. He let the silence speak for itself, but it fell to deaf ears.

"It's still there." Tara muttered, making him look at her with surprise.

"What?" Asked Atemu.

"Where I bit you." Tara answered. "The mark may not be there, but I can still see it." She looked up at him. "I'm sorry."

Atemu tugged the collar of his jacket slightly as he blushed. He did not know what to say. The smell of cherry blossoms distracted him, luckily, just long enough for him to come up with a reply. "It is all right." He said. "There was not any harm done."

Tara smiled softly, which really made him blush a deep red. "You are the first person to say that." She looked away as her smile faded.

Atemu looked at her drawing and smiled. "You really are good."

Tara shrugged. She flipped to a blank page. "I need a new sketchbook. This is the last page." She flipped back to the dragon drawing then to other drawings. She sheepishly looked at each drawing.

A beet red blush snaked across Atemu's nose as he saw each picture.

It was a little strange, but all the pictures where of him. Some were black and white, while others were colored.

Tara slammed her sketchbook closed and rose to her feet. She glared at Atemu with her pure blue eyes as cold as death. "I think it would be best if you just stay away from me. I have an important job to do." Without waiting for a reply, she stormed off.

Atemu watched her back in silence as she left. He could feel her rage, guilt, sadness, and loneliness. He looked down at the ground. He knew things were going to get terrible if he tried to get close to her. He figured it was best if he did what she asked and stayed away.