Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Egyptian Beginnings ❯ Princess Tearrah ( Chapter 4 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Chapter 4: Princess Tearrah
Savira had found a way to make it to nubia with no touble. She had some supply replinishing to do. After deciding that it was not safe to remain in her current form she changed herself into a young man with the alias of `Shadow'.
His hair was jet black with white streaks in it. His eyes were a deep blue and his skin tone was an unusual pale for the sunbeaten desert. Nevertheless, the tall young man drew admirers which he ignored.
While Shadow was walking through town, he saw people kneeling and, not wanting to stand out, did so as well.
A royal family was passing through, but it wasn't Nubian's. he glanced up and scowled. It was Pharaoh Atemu, and his wife/sister, Yamira.
Reall, is any of this necessary? He thought to himself as he stood after the royal carriage had gone a distance away. After dusting himself off, he thought of a way to have some fun and repay Bakura for ruining his chance at killing the Pharaoh at the same time.
He was going to steal the millennium puzzle.
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after Atemu and Yamira were welcomed by the royal family and situated, Yamira said that she wished to go into the villiage. Atemu cited exaustion as the reason for him not wanting to go and Yamira shrugged it off and, to his mute horror, promised to make it up to him later.
When she left, Atemu collapsed on the bed. His eyes closing, he drifted off to sleep.
Atemu's soul room
Atemu opened his eyes to look into crimson orbs. He groaned at the deep chuckle of the man on top of him.
“beween you and Yamira, I'm not sure who will give me a nervous breakdown first.”
“aw, aibou. Don't say such things.”
“I need to with you around Yami.”
Yami smirked, and flipped them so that Atemu was on top of him. Atemu studied his darkside a bit. He looked like his exact copy, save for the black hair and crimson eyes.
And for some strange reason, when Atemu wore something, ymai wpuld wear the same thing in the inverse color. Like tonight, Atemu wore his white pharonic robe with a wide golden sash around his waist and iolet cape with gold jewelery.
Yami wore the the same thing but his robe was black and he had on a silver sash with silver jewelery. A crimson cape cascaded over his shoulders. Curious…
“what is it aibou? Trying to decide how to get my clothing off?”
“no, I leave such a task to you. But I was actualy thinking about you in general.”
Yami's joking smile disappeared momentarily before returning, which Atemu noticed. “what about me?”
“well, how is it that I am egyptian and you are japanese? How did you become my darkside and why-“ Atemu's line of inquiries were cut off by Yami's lips on his own.
“I'm sorry aibou, but I can't answer such a thing now.” Atemu had never seen his other half so somber and it worried him to death.
“Yami, I-“
“sh. You don't need to say anything. By the way, can I take over tonight?”
“uhm, sure.” Yami never asked when he wanted to take over ususally resulting in things that stick to Atemu's reputation like the `execution' thing.
Back to reality.
Yami sat up on the bed and noticed that it was still light out. Just enough time to take a stroll around the palace. He hoped that the place had a garden because he really needed to mull over things. His mind went back to Atemu's questions and he sighed.
Soon, my aibou, I will tell you everything…
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after Yami had settled on a place to sit within the garden he had found, he was incased in his thoughts. So much so, he didn't notice anyone else there until-
“Pharaoh Atemu?”
he glanced up then blinked. It was Tearrah, Princess of Nubia. She was a a lightly tanned beauty with long mahogany hair and wide blue eyes. She smiled when she had caught his attention.
Almost immediately, Yami felt himself being shoved iout of the control of Atemu's body, Atemu taking over.
“hello, princess, how are you on this fine afternoon?”
jeez, Atemu. You are some playboy. Yamira's not enough to satisfy you? Yami drawled.
/that demon in human form doesn't count/ Atemu retorted, and Yami winced. If only Atemu knew what he really was, other than Atemu's darkside…
Over the next couple of hours, Tearrah and Atemu got to know one another. Although, far in the vogue of darkness, hidden behind a bush of roses, Yamira stood, her eyes, brimming with jealousy. In her hand she had a white rose.
As she watched her husband and the princess conversate, her fist clenched around the flower, thorns puncturing her skin. Ignoring the pain and blood, she made a dark vow.
"Atemu, you think you'll get away with this. Well, I'll make sure you hate every single day of your life!"
Her face contorted with a darkness that no one, not even their own father knew of. A darkness that would soon fill Atemu and corrupt his very soul.
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Mitzumi: chappy 4!! Things are finally getting into romance. I hope none of you were shocked by the fact I have Tea in this fict. She was in the original and though I know most of you hate her, her personality is totally different.
A bit about Yami: yes, he is japanese and he is not Atemu's natural darkside. You'll find out about that later in the fict. He and Atemu are not connected due to the puzzle so yea…
Mitzumi: I would have you guess Yami's secret but I think I have it posted on my profile somewhere so yea…-jeez, I say that a lot-Anyways, R&R&R!!
