The Crown of Peace

Chapter 1-Pilot of the Middle Khait

Luanne Quibilah Issa Khait POV

I lived my entire life being under my father who is the Vice President of Egypt: Badru Khait. Being the middle child and all, no one pays any attention to me. I have an Older Brother: Wati Khenemu Khait, an Older Sister: Nubit Bahiti Khait is and twin Brothers: Atsu Bomani Khait amd Idogbe Osaze Khait. I go by a very long name in such I nickname myself 'Lick-it-Quick-Lu'. Okay Brace yourselves… I'm Luanne Quibilah Issa Khait. Let it roll through your tongue as you repeat it. I'm the only child that has a name from and English background and four names. And God must have played a prank on us but our personality fits our name. Well I'll tell you more about them but I'm trying to make a point that I live pretty much a solo life. However I don't feel lonely as a matter of fact. I have my companions with me. They are my Duel Monsters deck and I plan to conquer the world with them… Jokes! I wish… No one gives a damn about ruling the world these days unless you are conspiracy theorist that believes the New World Government is working on an agenda. No war is all I ask. I go to High School and I get so much attention from the school because I'm simply a Politian's daughter. With that said, I'm currently observing a duel at school. Next thing you know I get a phone call from one of my dad's secretary for a press conference. Indeed my time is definitely occupied with study and being in the front page of local headlines newspapers if I'm lucky. It's only when my family is invited to be present then I'm spotted somewhere in the media.

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"Luanne here, splendid day to you Bes! Yes… Sure, so the limousine is at the front?" Luanne held her phone casually.

"Yes my lady, make your way here if you may proceed." Bes said politely from the other end of the line.

Luanne entered the vehicle without hesitation, tossing her backpack to the side seat. She closed the door and sighed.

"Miss Luanne, the third conference is international but for now this first one is only addressed to United Nations." Bes informed Luanne, next to the chauffeur Jumoke.

"Jumoke, I'm confident in father's judgment and the support of the president. Opinion Polls are only figures but can the opposition win the hearts of our people? I'd say I highly doubt it… I can only hope father's proposal in the third conference would do that. If the general public can inquire our current legislation, I'd be very happy to answer them."

"The security is tighter Luanne, the Chairman of the United Nations had arrived. Any chance of a riot may happen but lets ensure things don't get out of hand. Wati isn't coming so control would be much swifter." Jumoke replied her.

Luanne's POV

Wati, is my elder brother. He's never home and he's a complete jerk. Actually I could say the same with Irisi, a selfish bitch who only cared about her image. They are both irresponsible adults and only prolong trouble for father. I mean they are suppose to stand up for the family name and for some reason I feel like I'm bearing all that responsibility. Wati joined the army at first and then later went into air force. When it didn't work out he want into studying law. Then he stated doing arts because he wanted to search his inner soul and fair enough it was a combined degree. Then that's where he started rebelling in his philosophical studies. A rebel at heart and that's where the name comes in.

Nubit is a bitch, a bimbo who prefers to live by fashion and meaningless riches. This is my interpretation of her name. She would manipulate guys and sleep with them. Yes my father almost disowned her for sleeping with one of the minister's son. She bloody wears thick makeup and sometimes I imagine her in Moulin Rouge. Instead of fashion, her career should be linked in running a brothel under her well know identity. A bitch. Period. Love her but can't be associated with her.

Looks like the security has taken its toll. There are protesters outside the parliament. I wonder why they have chosen Egypt this time but I totally support the United Nations and all it's policies for the world. I guess I'm already here to discuss matters, well more my father. Paparazzi as usual flashing and sticking their microphones down your through so that I can be in the front page. I will never have a private life and walking to the entrance is a struggle. I guessed the few aren't interested in the daughter of the Vice President, especially the one that doesn't stir up trouble.

There are at least 48% of attendees are general public and the 62% belonging to a political party or a fraternal group. Most are aristocrats or even entrepreneurs. All together makes up approximately 1759 people. I happen to be the important in this event under the Egyptian sun. I have to pass through the heavy security… my identity card and my status are all recorded as mandatory procedures of the Press Conference.

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Before Luanne got a chance to register her attendance at the Information Desk, a tall dark security guard came to stop her path.

"You, please step aside… children are prohibited in this Press Conference." The security addressed Luanne.

"And I came all the way from school receiving a call from my father's secretary requiring my presence. I highly doubt my father would change his mind so quickly. I could call the Federal Counsel to have you removed for misconduct to a politician's daughter". Luanne said strictly.

The security guard's mouth was wide open but no words came out. Luanne rolled her eyes and walked passed the man. As she reached the desk, she placed her identity card at the entry gate and her bag at the security check. When it was done, she knew which room to enter and which seat to sit on.

Luanne, no one would know this average girl in her uniform was Badru Khait's daughter unless she reveals otherwise. Badru Khait, the Vice President of Egypt and the hero the people longed for since the riot recently. As she entered, the seats were filled, except for one. On the right was a tall man with sunglasses and a hood on. His ears were pierced with to dangling gold ankhs. Luanne, being the courageous and an extrovert walked over.

"Is this seat taken sir?" Luanne smiled to the man. He did not respond at first so Luanne just placed her bag over the handle.

"It was reserved, but you may take it." The man replied. He was holding a phone and a Bluetooth device of some sort. When she sat she was surprised he had his name on the desk for the guest to be known. It read 'O. R Kamir' and her desk was 'Luanne Q. I Khait', she placed her own. He had a sunglass on and a turban on. Luanne turned on her Smartphone to the UN in Manhattan news. Her job was to publish a blog in the New York Times for the Arabic audience internationally.

"Excuse me, could I borrow the pen please?" Mr Kamir asked Luanne. She nodded nonchalantly as she concentrated on the report and the upcoming talk. She kept typing as the conference went and she stretched. While many were leaving, the press remained for Badru Khait's Q&A session. Luanne was really tired so she lazily packed her things and published her article after proofreading her material. She took a long sigh, stretched her back and left the conference room. Luanne rummaged her bag for her phone but realized she left it in the room. "Shit, my phone!" She sprinted back to the conference room.

"You must be looking for this madam?" Mr Kamir said and Luanne squealed to her surprise. The man has hieroglyphs scarred on his left side of his face. He held her pen he burrowed earlier and her smartphone in each hand. Luanne smiled and gently took her belongings. "Thank God, you saved me." Mr Kamir walked away without a word. Luanne then tilted her head; "Hey wait! With my sincerest gratitude, how about a coffee or something?" Mr Kamir turned around as the invitation struck his mind. He grunted in response and nodded. Luanne led the way.

At the café, Luanne had a chai latte and a blueberry cheesecake and Mr Kamir had a flat white. The café was filled with tourist and what seems to be a rushed service for all.

"Anyway, I'm Luanne and I'm one of the publishers…I also play an important role in this country. So every time an issue has been raised from Egypt, I'm the correspondent representative. I send my materials to Manhattan, which some day I will go. The real United Nations Head Quarter is there and it's my dream to be part of them. My dad helps runs the country, besides that I like duel monsters and I'm pretty pro at this. I won the regional school tournaments 5 years in a row, I wanted to try I Duelist Kingdom but I was grounded for the first time." Luanne paused and Mr Kamir merely nodded. Luanne raised her eyebrow. " So… how about you?"

"Odiah Ryan Kamir, you may call me Odiah..." Odiah simply said.

"Uh, pleasure to meet you…" Luanne wanted to hear more. "Well okay, anything else like where you're living, what do you do as occupation. If you're not comfortable that's fine."

"I work for a Firm, which exercises a One World belief system. If you have read the news lately, you would have a rough idea. If you are aware, most policies; bills; legislations; commandments and law have been past down from elite societies." Odiah informed her.

"Elite societies, meaning secret organizations of some sort. My family does not have such affiliations with the elite but really… I'm very fond of the unity of the world. I mean a simple trade, such as technology or entertainment, can attain peace and harmony. I mean could you Egypt without rioting, legal action without corruption or reducing human trafficking? Anyway Odiah I must go, nice meeting you." Luanne pulled out a piece of paper and tore it in two. She handed one to Odiah and kept one to write her number. She handed her written piece to the Egyptian man and he did the same.

"Well Odiah, give me call if you need a hand with your Firm or company. Love to hear more about you and you know…" Luanne smiled, staring at his intriguing scars on his face.

"I'm sure our partnership will be valued, Miss Khait. However a word of warning, you must awaken your senses. It is not just the daily grind of politics and human intelligence you be dealing with; it is a forces of the unknown." Odiah placed a pair of Spellcaster cards in front of her and made his way to the cashier and exit. As she flipped the cards, it revealed an ultra rare card and a rare card, Empress of Prophecy and Emperor of Prophecy.


A.N: There is a lot of aliases and inversion of name to compliment the alias. I don't know how to develop her character yet but a series of events will change/shape who she I'm talking about Luanne. Imagine Marik and Luanne... *fan self* I'll come...Yup this is taken place before the acquiring of the Wing Dragon of Ra. I haven't describe Luanne's appearance but the next chapter in a quirky way.

Enjoy! meijosui