Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Glaring Dream ❯ When I Woke Up From The Countless Wishes ( Chapter 3 )
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By: YamiYugiGal 
Yami's mother helps us in learning more...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Suspense / Angst / Adventure / Action / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.01.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 292 | Status: Work In Progress
Yami's mother helps us in learning more...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Suspense / Angst / Adventure / Action / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.01.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 292 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 3 In the end Irisa had ended up crying herself too sleep in her Duel Monsters arms. Tired, exhausted in body and soul, not too metchion the mind. WingWeaver however would not leave her young Mistress side, she would not allow Yami, Seth, nor any of the servants too touch her. Finally in annoyance, Seth had summoned his best and most loyal monster the, Blue Eyes White Dragon. Yami had just been thankful for the monster too return too her card, and had three female servants carry Irisa off too be cleaned, and dressed better then in the rags she was in.
It was the least he could do, after all, he and Seth had gone and looked into unwanted memory of her past she did not need too worry herself with, in this day and age. He sighed, and shut his crimson eyes, and looked at the door he stood before now. The door too his mothers personal chambers. The women hardly left her room anymore, she was ill, old, but even in her old age she still was a beautiful women in his eyes, and a loving mother he would always love unto the end of her dying days.
Biting his lower lip the Young Pharaoh pushed open the doors too his mothers room, and found her sitting at her desk, writing away on some parchment. Her long black hair hanging free from it's usual braids the servant women put in. He stood their just admiring her beauty in the door and felt his face turn red as his mother looked up at him with green eyes, and smiled lovingly at her son.
"Yami my son, I have been waiting all day for you too come and visit me." His mother said, and opened her arms too him.
Yami smiled, and closed the door too the room and moved across towards his mother and embraced her in a warm hug, planting a kiss on the side of her face. "I assumed you would miss me mother." He chuckled, and sat down, in the seat he usual sat in.
"Did any of the women meet your requirements?" She asked.
Yami sighed, and shook his head. "No, all of them are nothing more then dogs mother, you know just as well as I do these are just girls found in taverns and dressed up too look pretty, but in truth they are nothing, but dogs, all looking for nothing more then money, a title, and sex, which is not what I want." He sighed, and looked at the floor.
"I know my son, but you MUST find someone to bare you a child...You did at birth have someone picked out, but she was killed, or just vanished off the face of the Earth without a trace." Yami noticed the sad look fill his mothers face, and was rather curious about this now.
"Care too tell me who SHE was?" He asked, crimson eyes falling on his mothers green eyes.
"She was not or royal blood Yami, but of a rare race, her peoples numbers are dwindling, and their are hardly any left in the world with the gift she and her parents posed." She said, sitting back in her seat, and noticed an odd look fill her sons face. "Something the matter, my son?"
Yami shifted a little in his seat, and shook his head. "No mother, please continue. So what was her name, and what of this rare gift?" He asked.
"Her name was Irisa, a lovely little thing. Long auburn hair, violet eyes that seemed to sparkle brightly with life and innocence in them, but her parents as well as her were White Healers. People who can cure those ill, or near death. Your father and I had planned too move them into the palace, they had accepted the offer too work in the Palace, and in return be safe, and Irisa was too be your wife, your father loved her, and I loved her for the few months that I got too see her. Most of the time though you were away or out and about playing with Simon, learning Duel Monsters, but Henshin. He did not like them, he had always wanted your father dead, but he wanted too make your father look like a fool, and so he murdered The mother and father, but the guards never found the child's body." The women sighed, and shook her head in dismay at the unpleasant memories. "I had everyone I knew looking for her, but within a month we had given up hope. I think you would have loved her Yami, perhaps Seth as well, but if you ever do find your bride too be, please give her this." His mother said, as she reached up too her neck and unclasped the golden item around her neck, and placed it in Yami's lap, and realized now her son was almost in shock.
"Yami?"
Yami felt his stomach churn inside, by RA, what his mother all said was true, he had seen Irisa's life, and now he had learned yet another part too the puzzle, the girl was too have been his wife?! By RA, he could not deny he had felt some spark of interest in Irisa, but he did not think after today she could ever begin too trust him, not even too make her his friend!
Yami's mother was now concerned. "Yami, please, are you all right, you look as if you have seen a ghost." His mother stated, running a hand through his hair.
Yami shook his head, "She is not dead mother, she lives.." He stated in almost a whisper.
The hand that was in his hair slowly withdrew, and Yami slowly lifted his crimson eyes too see the shocked look in his mother face. "But it has been nearly over 14 years, and she was but four at the time of her parents murder, their is no way she could remain alive!"
"She does live mother, but I fear by having Shadi force his way into her mind and looking at forgotten things she had buried I have all, but ruined her, and whatever else may remain of her, that has now been torn apart by me." He sighed, putting his face in his hands.
"Does she have it, WingWeaver?" His mother asked faintly with some trace of hope this WAS the Irisa she remembered from over 14 years ago.
"Yes."
"Please, take me too her room, I wish too see her." His mother demeaned.
"Fine, but I will not go in, I am not ready to face her yet." He stated, and stood, taking his mothers hand with his own, and held the frail women too her feet, and lead her out of her chambers, and down the many hallways, too where the guestrooms lay.
Yami's mother soon found herself standing in the doorway too Irisa's room, and felt her heart leap in her throat, and slowly, as he eyes landed on the sleeping young women. This was no doubt Irisa, the young little child of four she had remembered, when she was still a young Queen, but all grown up.
Yami watched his mother for a few seconds and not even bothering too say anything turned and left the room, too let his mother do as she pleased, he still had a Kingdom too rule and could not worry about some women at the moment, no matter how much he had caused them pain, he was no supposed to care, but why did it feel like he was running away from this? Never the matter, he would live.
The older women moved too sit by Irisa who lay under the soft silken bed covers, her auburn hair shined in the sunlight that filled the room, and looked almost like silk with its shine too it. The hair had been brushed, and the dead ends trimmed so the hair could grow. Irisa resembled her mother well in body and looks, but she wondered how much personality of her mother and father she got.
When I woke up from the countless wishes, you are reflected in a shimmering illusion, the silhouette whose faint smile leads me along. "Queen Isis.." Came a small whisper.
Isis looked down too find herself meeting sad violet eyes, and ran a soothing hand through the young women's silken hair. "Yes Irisa, it is me, but call me Isis." She smiled warmly, and placed a kiss on the girls forehead, and watched as the girl nodded, and shut her eyes only to drift back off into the world of dreams, but before her body went entirely ridge she snuggled up closer too the other women for comfort.
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Sorry if this chapter was so short, but I appear too now be running low on ideas, if anyone out their has some feel free to share them with me and help me out! Review please, all comments and such help me too write and make this better!!
It was the least he could do, after all, he and Seth had gone and looked into unwanted memory of her past she did not need too worry herself with, in this day and age. He sighed, and shut his crimson eyes, and looked at the door he stood before now. The door too his mothers personal chambers. The women hardly left her room anymore, she was ill, old, but even in her old age she still was a beautiful women in his eyes, and a loving mother he would always love unto the end of her dying days.
Biting his lower lip the Young Pharaoh pushed open the doors too his mothers room, and found her sitting at her desk, writing away on some parchment. Her long black hair hanging free from it's usual braids the servant women put in. He stood their just admiring her beauty in the door and felt his face turn red as his mother looked up at him with green eyes, and smiled lovingly at her son.
"Yami my son, I have been waiting all day for you too come and visit me." His mother said, and opened her arms too him.
Yami smiled, and closed the door too the room and moved across towards his mother and embraced her in a warm hug, planting a kiss on the side of her face. "I assumed you would miss me mother." He chuckled, and sat down, in the seat he usual sat in.
"Did any of the women meet your requirements?" She asked.
Yami sighed, and shook his head. "No, all of them are nothing more then dogs mother, you know just as well as I do these are just girls found in taverns and dressed up too look pretty, but in truth they are nothing, but dogs, all looking for nothing more then money, a title, and sex, which is not what I want." He sighed, and looked at the floor.
"I know my son, but you MUST find someone to bare you a child...You did at birth have someone picked out, but she was killed, or just vanished off the face of the Earth without a trace." Yami noticed the sad look fill his mothers face, and was rather curious about this now.
"Care too tell me who SHE was?" He asked, crimson eyes falling on his mothers green eyes.
"She was not or royal blood Yami, but of a rare race, her peoples numbers are dwindling, and their are hardly any left in the world with the gift she and her parents posed." She said, sitting back in her seat, and noticed an odd look fill her sons face. "Something the matter, my son?"
Yami shifted a little in his seat, and shook his head. "No mother, please continue. So what was her name, and what of this rare gift?" He asked.
"Her name was Irisa, a lovely little thing. Long auburn hair, violet eyes that seemed to sparkle brightly with life and innocence in them, but her parents as well as her were White Healers. People who can cure those ill, or near death. Your father and I had planned too move them into the palace, they had accepted the offer too work in the Palace, and in return be safe, and Irisa was too be your wife, your father loved her, and I loved her for the few months that I got too see her. Most of the time though you were away or out and about playing with Simon, learning Duel Monsters, but Henshin. He did not like them, he had always wanted your father dead, but he wanted too make your father look like a fool, and so he murdered The mother and father, but the guards never found the child's body." The women sighed, and shook her head in dismay at the unpleasant memories. "I had everyone I knew looking for her, but within a month we had given up hope. I think you would have loved her Yami, perhaps Seth as well, but if you ever do find your bride too be, please give her this." His mother said, as she reached up too her neck and unclasped the golden item around her neck, and placed it in Yami's lap, and realized now her son was almost in shock.
"Yami?"
Yami felt his stomach churn inside, by RA, what his mother all said was true, he had seen Irisa's life, and now he had learned yet another part too the puzzle, the girl was too have been his wife?! By RA, he could not deny he had felt some spark of interest in Irisa, but he did not think after today she could ever begin too trust him, not even too make her his friend!
Yami's mother was now concerned. "Yami, please, are you all right, you look as if you have seen a ghost." His mother stated, running a hand through his hair.
Yami shook his head, "She is not dead mother, she lives.." He stated in almost a whisper.
The hand that was in his hair slowly withdrew, and Yami slowly lifted his crimson eyes too see the shocked look in his mother face. "But it has been nearly over 14 years, and she was but four at the time of her parents murder, their is no way she could remain alive!"
"She does live mother, but I fear by having Shadi force his way into her mind and looking at forgotten things she had buried I have all, but ruined her, and whatever else may remain of her, that has now been torn apart by me." He sighed, putting his face in his hands.
"Does she have it, WingWeaver?" His mother asked faintly with some trace of hope this WAS the Irisa she remembered from over 14 years ago.
"Yes."
"Please, take me too her room, I wish too see her." His mother demeaned.
"Fine, but I will not go in, I am not ready to face her yet." He stated, and stood, taking his mothers hand with his own, and held the frail women too her feet, and lead her out of her chambers, and down the many hallways, too where the guestrooms lay.
Yami's mother soon found herself standing in the doorway too Irisa's room, and felt her heart leap in her throat, and slowly, as he eyes landed on the sleeping young women. This was no doubt Irisa, the young little child of four she had remembered, when she was still a young Queen, but all grown up.
Yami watched his mother for a few seconds and not even bothering too say anything turned and left the room, too let his mother do as she pleased, he still had a Kingdom too rule and could not worry about some women at the moment, no matter how much he had caused them pain, he was no supposed to care, but why did it feel like he was running away from this? Never the matter, he would live.
The older women moved too sit by Irisa who lay under the soft silken bed covers, her auburn hair shined in the sunlight that filled the room, and looked almost like silk with its shine too it. The hair had been brushed, and the dead ends trimmed so the hair could grow. Irisa resembled her mother well in body and looks, but she wondered how much personality of her mother and father she got.
When I woke up from the countless wishes, you are reflected in a shimmering illusion, the silhouette whose faint smile leads me along. "Queen Isis.." Came a small whisper.
Isis looked down too find herself meeting sad violet eyes, and ran a soothing hand through the young women's silken hair. "Yes Irisa, it is me, but call me Isis." She smiled warmly, and placed a kiss on the girls forehead, and watched as the girl nodded, and shut her eyes only to drift back off into the world of dreams, but before her body went entirely ridge she snuggled up closer too the other women for comfort.
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Sorry if this chapter was so short, but I appear too now be running low on ideas, if anyone out their has some feel free to share them with me and help me out! Review please, all comments and such help me too write and make this better!!