Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Slave to Love ❯ Amaka's Last Day pt.2 ( Chapter 14 )

Angelbaby: Hey, sorry I've been gone. I had to collect my thoughts, but thank you to WFW (I'll call you that now) for reviewing and Imaginaryspirit. I read your story and it was really good. I love Yami/Yugi, they're so kawaii.

I don't YuGiOh this chapter, I didn't own it last chapter, and I doubt I'll own it in future chapters.

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The town was crowded and noisy due to the preparations of the next day. Zaire feared that it would remind Amaka of the fate that awaited her, but to her relief the girl was only excited by all the activities and trinkets that were going around.

"Wow, I can't wait to see this fair. Do you think Yami will let me go?" Zaire asked as she looked around at the many arts that were being set up.

Satire nodded, "Seto is already taking me. He asked me to accompany him. I'm sure Yami will do the same, but I think that he still has royal duties to do."

Zaire shrugged. The sound of music filled her ears. She turned to the source and her eyes lit up at the dances they were being currently practiced. She loved dance and music. She walked over to the girl and admired every step she took as she swayed to the music of the drums and strings.

Satire grabbed her by the shoulders, "Come on. You can see the dances tomorrow. It's Amaka's day today."

"O.K." Zaire stated disappointedly.

She looked down at the young girl, "So what do you wanna do?" she asked as she played with the girl's soft aqua hair.

Amaka smiled as she pointed to an old man sitting under a canopy. He was humming softly to himself as he continued to weave a small cloth. In front him was a large piece of stone with carving tools laid upon it. Beside him were various berries and powders of different colors.

They walked up to the man being weary of his mental stability. Satire cleared her throat to get his attention.

The man continued to rock and lace completely oblivious to his surroundings.

Zaire stared at the man. Never had she seen someone so old. He was covered in wrinkles and his hair, though long, was hardly there and completely gray. His humming, although barely heard, was shaking and throaty. His hands shook as he continued his creation with unsteadiness, but showed his years of training.

She brought her hand up and touched the man's face wondering how it felt. She brought her fingers down over the wrinkles feeling the smoothness of it but also the bumpy curves they caused along the way.

Satire snatched her hands away, "Quit being childish. That was very rude and uncalled for. We must respect our elders."

Zaire looked at the old man nodding at Satire's words.

The old man chuckled, "It's quite alright, Dear, "he said in a hoarse and drained voice, "she meant nothing of it but curiosity."

Zaire smiled at the man.

The man looked up at them his eyes not seen through the old age that adorned his face, "What may I do you ladies for?"

Amaka sat down on her knees looking up at the man, "My days are few and I know not much of myself. So who else should know much of me? I wish to be remembered as one who I barely know or who knows me sees me. Will you do me a favor, as one last wish of my life, to help me and other's know me as one of such prudence has come from this small talk to see me?"

The man stared at the small girl who was filled with such understanding and knowledge. He could see the seriousness of the matter in her eyes. With a slight smile and nod of the head he picked up his sandstone and tools and began to carve images into the stone.

Amaka nodded her head in thanks as she sat perfectly still and stared at the elder while his hands moved swiftly and steadily planting every detail into the slab.

Zaire looked at Satire with confusion. Satire shrugged. Although she was confused by Amaka's request she allowed her to continue anyway. She obviously knew what she was doing. As long as it made her happy, Satire was fine with it.

Zaire and Satire both took a seat next Amaka as they watched the man with great interest as he continued to work.

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Yami beckoned Duke over, "What? Tell me. What are your father's plans?"

Duke stood in front of Yami with a look a pure seriousness sketched upon his face, "Pharaoh Yami, you know that it is bold of me to go against my father's wishes in telling you."

Yami nodded his head, "But you wish to tell me because you are worried for her safety."

Duke closed his eyes and looked away, "Call it what you want. I, however, call it a mistake on my father's part."

"Tell me." Yami insisted.

Duke looked at him, "You cannot let him no you've got wind of this information."

Yami breathed harshly, "Then how am I to do anything about it?"

Duke shook his head, "There's nothing you can do. Listen, Yami, I will not tell you if you are going to go back and tell Pegasus."

"I want tell him you told me."

"I'm the only other person that knows."

Yami sighed, "Then what am I to do with the information I receive."

"Carry it as a burden." Duke stated simply.

Yami eyes widened but he quickly recomposed himself, "Fine."

Duke sighed, "Thank you."

Duke looked around, "Meet me at sundown by the garden. I'll tell you there." He stated bringing his voice to a whisper.

"Why can't you tell me now?" Yami asked frustrated.

"Because you never know if he is listening. He could walk up on us and hear." Duke explained.

Yami sighed as he nodded. It was true and perhaps a lot safer, "Alright, but you better tell me everything you know."

Duke nodded as he took his leave.

Yami closed his eyes trying to catch his thoughts.

"Milord." Said a guard as he bowed to Yami.

Yami opened his eyes slowly as he looked at the guards, "Yes?" he asked irritated.

The guard gulped, "The…um…realm is out of control once again."

"What?" Yami bellowed.

The guard shook, "The monsters are causing a terrible riot, sir."

Yami growled. What was wrong with the shadow realm recently? He turned on his heels and headed toward the room that sealed the beasts from the world.

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Zaire turned the picture upside down looking at it side ways and straight up, "What's it mean?" she asked as she fail to comprehend the meaning of the art.

Amaka laughed as she took the piece into her hands, "I'm not sure. Let's analyze it."

Amaka traced her fingers along the bottom river that seemed to disappear into the mountains. Above the mountains was a soft white accompanying the blue of the sky. The white seemed to flow over the mountains like a bird over the trees. Beyond the white were many color lined up in a row diagonally across the page. The grass around the river seemed to immerge into the river as though there was no boundary for the water. There were also small winged creatures that seemed to fly across the stone in a graceful harmony.

Amaka smiled, "I think the fairies represent my child like innocence."

Zaire laughed as she rolled her eyes, "Or just the fact that you're a child."

Amaka looked at her with humor in her eyes.

"The rainbow most definitely tells of your color character." Satire added in.

Zaire looked at the carving, "Hum. I think the river and the fact that the grass seems to go together with the river represents the fact that there is no limits to who you are."

Amaka nodded her head understanding what she meant, "No boundaries. I'm free to be me without limits."

Zaire smiled as she nodded her head.

"I think the white is your spirit, so caring and gentle, like a breeze, soft and always wanted." Satire smiled at Amaka.

Amaka blushed, "Thank you." she looked at the picture again, "What's the mountains?"

They all looked at the mountains thinking of its meaning.

"Well mountains are big." Amaka stated.

Zaire snapped her fingers, "Higher power."

They looked at her.

"You know. Ra. Amaka is the river and the river is going into the mountains which is Ra. The river joins the mountain. Amaka joins Ra. And everything on here shows all the good you will do as a spirit just as you are alive."

Amaka smiled, "I'll become a wanted breeze?" she asked.

Zaire nodded, "And a free river."

Satire looked at Zaire surprised by what she said. She smiled. Zaire was growing up. She looked at Amaka, "So did the old man give you what you want?"

Amaka nodded, "Yes." Her face grew serious as she stopped and turned to them, "Can you guys somehow keep this safe for me? Maybe if I'm good at being in nature Ra will grant me life again. Maybe when I get life I can come back here and see this painting."

Zaire and Satire nodded, "Of course, anything." Satire stated as she took Amaka's hand and they continued home.

Amaka smiled, "Thank you for the best day of my life."

Satire smiled, "Your welcome."

"Except for that food." Zaire stated with a sour face, "it was disgusting."

Amaka and Satire laughed, "Just forget about it." Amaka giggled.

She breathed a sigh, `Well I guess I'm ready.' She thought to herself as the sun began to set.

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Yami stomped into the throne room. He couldn't believe Duke blew him off. He sat on his chair and held his head in his hands. He began to groan. Too much was happening, he was glad tomorrow was the day of the red moon. They needed Ra's blessing now more than ever.

"Moping again are we?"

Yami looked up at Seto. He straightened himself out, "No. Just a lot on my mind is all."

Seto walked up to Yami sitting on the armrest, "The realm."

"Yeah, that mostly. I don't understand how it can be out of control right now."

"Do worry about it. The sacrifice will be given tomorrow and all will be fine." Seto reassured him.

Yami sighed as he stood up, "I hope so."

Yami began to walk toward the doors. He turned and looked at Seto, "Are the girls back yet?"

Seto nodded, "Zaire is in your room."

Yami smiled and Seto laughed as he shook his head.

Yami walked out the room and headed toward his chamber.

Once he got to the room he opened the door and smiled slightly at Zaire who lay upon the bed trying to read some of the scripts on the wall.

Yami walked up to her, "Any luck with the story?"

Zaire turned her eyes toward him, "Kind of but I still want to figure it out myself."

Yami shrugged, "Fine, fine. I won't spoil it."

Zaire sat up crossing her legs as Yami sat beside her and placed his head in her lap, "Yami, I really wish to go to the fair tomorrow. May I go?" she asked as she played with his hair.

Yami closed his eyes in contentment breathing steadily, "I would love for you too."

Zaire smiled as she leaned over and kissed his cheek, "Thank you. I will be sure to get permission from Pegasus first though, but I'm sure he'll say yes."

At the mention of Pegasus, Yami was reminded of Duke, "Have you seen your young master?"

Zaire continued to play with Yami hair twisting and braiding it, "Yes. He went with Pegasus. He told Master that he had to go somewhere, but Pegasus wouldn't listen. Said they had more important things to do. That's when he told me that if I wish I could spend the night with you."

Yami frowned at this. He turned onto his back looking up at Zaire meeting her golden eyes with his crimson ones. Zaire smiled as she leaned down and captured him in a kiss.

"I have one more thing to ask you, Love." Zaire stated as she pulled away.

"Um hum." Yami stated as he continued to stare into her eyes.

"Amaka got a painting done for her in town and wishes for it to put somewhere safe. Once you…you know…where do you put the body?"

"We burn it and put the ashes in the river." Yami stated as he kissed Zaire's hand.

Zaire traced Yami's feature's with her other hand as she continued, "Can you bury it and use the picture as a head stone, please, for me?"

Yami captured Zaire's fingers in his mouth sucking on them gently before pulling them out and sitting up, "Anything for you." he stated as he kissed her and pushed her back onto the bed.

Zaire returned the kiss with great passion, "Thank you." she mumbled into the kiss as the heat of lust and passion consumed them for the night.

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Amaka sat before her altar praying to the gods, "Please let it be quick and painless. Please let me go then and not linger to wallow in the pain and please let me meet my friends Satire and Zaire again in another life." she finished with a bow and got up looking out the window.

"Well Ra, here I come." She whispered before she laid in her bed ready to awaken one last time and face her fate.

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Angelbaby: Wow, writing long chapters is fun. Maybe I'll do it more often. Ok, once again thanks to my reader and many thanks to my reviewers. Next chapter is the festival and sacrifice and also a little twist. So if you wanna know please review and I'll continue. Luv ya.