Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Egyptian Beginnings ❯ Falling For You ( Chapter 9 )

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Egyptian Beginnings

Chapter 9: Falling For You

Mitzumi: two more chappies then it's on to the sequel, To Love Loveless! And Yami's coming back this chappy!! Huggles Yami

Yami: silently takes his glomp …

Mitzumi: aw, why so sullen? You mad I'm giving you a character revamp?

Yami:….

Mitzumi: sighs no matter what I do…whatever, ONWARD!!

Savira swiftly adjusted to palace life but it took some while for people to get adjusted to her. Servants were not exactly sure as to how to treat this girl that was neither a high ranked officer nor one of them. The guards tried to avoid her as much as possible for fear of incurring lady Yamira's wrath.

Her only friends were Mana, who was friendly to everyone, and Tearrah, who thought Savira reminded her of her servant, Mokeeba. The three of them were seen often exploring the palace and the gardens, giggling and talking about something or the other.

In the afternoon, Savira had lessons with Seth and Mahado. At first, it was difficult trying to explain to the foreign and amnesiac girl of Egyptian life but once she caught on, on more than one occasion, the junior priests found themselves having to consult with Shimon on matters even they could not explain.

Some nights, in the dead of the night, Atem would visit her in her room and they would talk until sunrise. At those times, Savira would notice that Atem would be heavily injured and his aura would be pulsating with loneliness. Many a time, she would ask him what was wrong, but he would brush her off, claiming that it was nothing. But still she worried.

She had a good reason to do so. Atem would be sick more often or so severely depressed, he would not leave his bed for days on end. Those days, Savira would sneak in to see him and they would talk until Yamira arrived or he fell asleep. Everyone noticed their King's bad health and it weighed heavily on the kingdom.

Savira was walking to Atem's room when she sensed something dark nearby. Thinking it was Yamira, she hid around the corner. Then she realized she didn't hear any footsteps. Peeking around the corner, she stifled a gasp.

Heading into Atem's room was a black Shadow, thick and silent.

`Omigawd, Atem!' she thought as she ran to his room, throwing the door open. Her jaw dropped at what she saw.

Atem was on his knees, on the floor, the Shadow's arms wrapped around his head as he clung to it tightly. But that wasn't what shocked Savira. The Shadow now looked like Atem!

He had darkly tanned shin and his hair was in a similar hairstyle to Atem's save for the fact that it was jet black. He was garbed in ebony satin robe that floated about him with dark energy. When he opened his eyes, they were a soulless crimson with a single slit down the center.

He glanced at Savira then frowned at her, his hold on Atemu tightening. That was when Savira noticed the wings. Big pitch-black Angel wings that were curled about him like a shield. The sight struck her as a devil cornering an Angel, about to drag it back to the pits of hell.

The dark man gently pulled Atem from him, who whimpered, and picked him up. He sat him on the bed and laid down on top of him.

Before Savira's eyes, the man's body melded with Atem's until only Atem was left, his breathing smooth and easy and the color in his face returning.

Savira slumped to the floor.

“W-what just happened?” she whispered.

Atem's pov

When I woke up in the morning, I stretched and went to the mirror.

”Good morning aibou”

I jumped and stared into the bemused scarlet orbs staring back at me. I thought last night was a dream!

“Good morning, Yami,” I grinned. Yami was finally back.

”Care to tell me who that girl was I saw last night?” he asked. I blinked confusedly.

“What girl?” I said, voicing my thoughts.

”The girl who came in last night. Not that I was sure if that was a girl, no boobs.” He said, then adding at my confused look, ”silver hair, innocent look, and weird eyes?”

“Oh! You mean Savira!”

”Who is this Savira? He said, an eyebrow rising.

“Well, the guards had found her and she was in a coma at the time. When she woke, we found out that she lost all her memory save for her name and fighting skills. Other than that, she's a total mystery.” I explained, getting ready for the day. I tried to put on my headdress but it was too heavy.

”Might as well leave that off. So you're letting her stay here until she gets her memory back?”

“Yea, and Shimon would freak if I didn't go out there in full regalia.” There were days I despised the elder for his strict ways.

“Hn…how about this…” he murmurs something in a language I have yet to learn and my crown glows before returning to normal.

“What did you do?” I pick it up and it's surprisingly light as cotton.

”Just transferred the weight elsewhere. That way, you can wear it without hurting your head. It's something I picked up while I was away.” He replied, shrugging as I put on the crown.

“Thanks Yami. By the way, where were you when you left?”

He smiles at me mysteriously before answering, ”that, aibou, is for me to know and for you to never find out.”

Normal Pov

The day went on as normal though Atem had to deal with quite a few people inquiring about his health before he prohibited everyone from asking him that again. He felt better now that Yami was back though he wondered where his darkside had went in those long 4 months.

Savira, relieved that the Pharaoh was well, decided that she would go into the village. She never went in there alone, at least to her knowledge, and wanted to explore it in solitude. After donning a cloak and getting a small jug of water from the kitchens, she left.

Walking through the village, she realized how much she stood out. With her pale hair and even paler skin, she was a sharp contrast to the peasants' dark skin and hair. She even noticed this in the palace but Mana and Tearrah just reassured her that it was just the fact that she was not from Egypt.

But where was she from? Where could she easily blend in? Where did she belong?

As she pondered this, a rock struck the side of her head. Stumbling, she raided a hand to the wound and when she pulled her fingers away, on it was blood.

“STAY AWAY FROM HERE DEMON GIRL!!”

She looked up and saw two small boys, both no older than 10, glaring at her.

“But, I'm no demon-“

“DON”T LIE TO US! GRANDFATHER TOLD US OF THE DEMON WOMAN WITH TWO COLORED EYES AND PALE SKIN!!” the bigger boy shouted, while his comrade threw more rocks at her.

She raised her arms to shield herself. Sure, she could have taken the runts out in seconds but what would that make her, striking children? When they paused to pick up more rocks, she fled into the river marsh, sprinting into the heavy mud.

She heard them shouting at her but she didn't care. She knew they were just yelling insults and she really didn't want to hear that. She wanted to be far away, far away to where she belonged…

“Ah!” she cried as she tripped and fell into the mud. She laid there for a second, listening out to see if she heard the boys coming after her and when she didn't, she let the tears run.

Where was it that she belonged? Where? Where-

“Savira? Gods, Savira, what happened?”

She looked up and saw Atem crouched down beside her. Without thinking, she got up and pounced him, sending him into the mud with her. She cried into his, now muddied, shirt the pain of not knowing, the hurt of not belong feeling alone, oh so alone.

And without hesitation, he held her until she was all cried out.

After that day, Atem realized he started to fall for the amnesiac since she allowed him to see her pain. Something about connecting to someone like that just leaves him raw and hell; he always had a thing for vulnerability. Besides that, she just had this aura that drew him in.

That was why, every night, after Yamira fell asleep, he would go to her room and stay with her until morning lights, talking, arguing and laughing over…life. Yes, that was what they talked about. Life.

As she told him more about the things she was finding out about herself like that she had a twin brother and that she loved dragon berries, he would share with her, in return, his hopes, his fears, what has happened to him since his father died and when she came into his life.

Yes, Atem was falling for this girl.

And he wasn't the only one that noticed.

Yamira did as well.

Yamira's Pov

I can't believe Atem is going after that boobless wonder! Really! What does she have that I don't have?!

I am all that Atem needs and I am going to make sure that he realizes this if it's the last thing I do!

I scour the royal library for information. That girl is too unusual looking for there not to be a scroll on her or her origins. Tirelessly I search and after long, I find it.

Apparently, this girl is an assassin under the orders of Anubis. More so, she is his niece. Now what to do with this information….

Should I give it to Atem and have him kick her out? Hmm…that would be nice but not much of an impression…

I wonder if Anubis has any ideas….

Normal Pov

Yamira snuck to the dungeon, past the political prisoners and into an empty cell. She pressed her hand to the cool to the cold stone and smoothes her fingers over it, tracing the cracks until her fingers found a certain groove in the stone.

She stroked her choker that was embedded with the Shadow eye, the dark counterpart of the sennen eye, and whispered:

“Portal of death, grant me passage into no man's land, fulfill my wish and prayer and let me meet the god that resides there!”

The stones opened, allowing a small doorway for her pass through. She straightened her back and fearlessly walked in, mentally flinching as the passageway closed behind her.

Inside was a realm of fire and brimstone in biblical proportions. Hellish creatures roamed the lands and skies of the universe where the god inhabited. And there, at the end of the path, on a throne of sulfur and thorn, was the lord of the dead, Anubis.

He was a robust man with long flowing blond hair that waved down past his waist. He had thick muscles that bulged impressively under his uniform of a dark blood red cloak and black pants tucked into mahogany boots. A silver sword shined at his waist. Covering his face was a fearsome gold and black mask shaped in the visage of a dog.

“Who goes there,” he thundered as she came close.

“It is I, Yamira, queen of upper and lower Egypt and daughter of the late Ankhnamkenam. I come before you with information and a request.”

“This information must be valuable if you dare venture here. What is it?”

“I know the location of your niece, Savira.”

Anubis went silent before his aura spiked with malice.

“Come here, dear child, and tell me of that which you desire.”

Meanwhile in the palace…

“AHCOO!!” Atem and Savira sneezed at the same time.

“Whoa… that was weird…a shiver went down my spine the same time I sneezed,” Atem murmured.

“Me too,” Savira agreed. “It was scary.”

Back with Anubis

“I see, you wish to be rid of my niece and to have Atem as your own. A simple request.”

“It is my heart's desire,” she breathed.

“And I will grant it,” he replied, twisting his hand in the air. Two bottles materialized from thin air and landed in his hand. “This is the potions of dark and memory. The dark one you give to Atem and the memory, you give to Savira. They are delayed reaction but have the tendency to reveal themselves when the time is right.” He explained, handing the glass bottles to her.

“I thank you lord Anubis…”

Mitzumi: chappy 9 ppls!! Not much to say here but hope you like this. Anyway, R&R&R!!