Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Summer Rain ❯ How We Met ( Chapter 3 )

Summary: It's summer time in ancient Egypt and the pharaoh to be Yami and the high priest to be Seto are 13 years old and they're sent to stay at the temple of Basest for the duration of the summer. While they're there, they run into two trouble making girls, one a junior priestess named Saria and the other a young thief named Kure, who put the two boys in quiet 'embarrassing' situations. Will young love come out of this or will Saria and Kure drive Yami and Seto crazy?

Disclaimer: I wish I may, I wish I might, own YGO for just one night…

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Chapter 3: How We Met

Yami and Seto had survived one week at the temple of Bastet without any further problems from Saria and Kure. They figured that Jhatu probably lectured them to behave and be good.

"Ankara has also been leaving us alone too," Yami commented.

"I wonder what's up with them ,but then again…it's a good thing their not bothering us anymore. I can't take anymore teasing or being told by a six-year-old that I have fleas," Seto replied.

Even though they liked the fact they weren't getting teased anymore, each admitted to themselves that the stay was now extremely boring and there was nothing to do. Without the girls calling them idiots, with Ankara telling them they have fleas, and they hadn't seen Demaere anywhere. Jhatu was occasionally around ,but they didn't felt relieve the torture that came with ennui.

One day as they were sitting peacefully beside the reflecting pool in the garden Saria come out of the temple, "Hello you two." she chimed cheerily. "Haven't seen you two all week."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Yami said laying down on his back on the moist grass in the garden.

"That isn't a nice thing to say," Saria said quietly sitting next to him and straightening her white silky dress, "Kure hasn't been here all week."

"Ra has blessed us then…" Seto whispered hastily, "Now I don't have to listen to her insulting me."

Saria glared at him, "She isn't as bad as you think."

Yami cocked his head at her, "You're just saying that because she's your friend. Anyways, why are you being so polite, I thought you hated us?"

"I don't hate you," Saria started slowly, "It's just…when I 'm around Kure I get a little hot headed. I'm sorry about that whole tree thing. I just got lost in the moment is all."

Yami rolled his eyes, "Yea…sure you did."

"How come Kure isn't a priestess? Demaere called her a freeloader, what was that about?" Set asked, he'd been wanting to ask that question for a long time.

Saria shook her head furiously, "Demaere…he's right, she is kind of a freeloader. I remember when I first meet her…" Saria thought about her awkward meeting with Kure when they first met…

~*~*~*~Flashback~*~*~*~

Saria was wandering around in the marketplace with her mother looking to buy some groceries.

"Apples or melons?" He mother asked examining a fruit stall.

Saria rolled her eyes, "They're both fruits, does it even matter? We're just going to eat them anyway."

"I know sweetie," he mother cooed, "But which would you prefer to eat? They also have some lovely grapes."

Saria wasn't paying attention, her eyes had diverted away from the fruit stall to a young girl who was standing only a few feet away from her. The girl seemed around her age so she figured it would be alright to talk to her, "Hello." Saria said.

The girl didn't seem to be paying attention and didn't respond, Saria noticed that the girl's eyes were fixed on a merchant purchasing some jewelry on the other side of the road.

Saria understood what the girl was planning to do, "It wouldn't be wise to steal from him, he catches all pick pockets."

That appeared to get the girl to notice her, "Why do you care who I'm going to pick pocket?" She studies what Saria was wearing, "Oh, you're a priestess. No wonder you're so noisy."

"I'm trying to be helpful," Saria pouted, "You're not making a very wise choice."

The girl snorted, "Who said I was going to pick his pockets anyway?" the young girl fished a little whistle out of her pocket and blew on it, it made a sound that was so soft that only someone with extremely keen hearing could possibly hear it.

Saria kept her eyes of the merchant and saw a cat walk of to the merchant and began rubbing up against his legs.

The merchant wasn't pleased, "Get away dumb cat," he waved his hands at the cat, "Shoo, go away."

The ginger colored cat than strolled over to the girl with something in its paw and sat in front of the young girl, "Good girl Rajeh," the girl smiled and picked the cat up and took the small bag it had in its paws then examine its contents, "Not much…this will only buy us about one weeks worth of food."

Saria was stunned , "Your cat just stole his money…but how?"

"You aren't going to tell on me are you?" the girl asked putting the whistle and the merchant's wallet in her front pocket.

"I should ,but I think its your cat that would be in trouble not you." Saria stated flatly, "Since she's the one who actually stole the money."

"So, does that mean you're not going to squeal on me priestess?" The girl repeated a little annoyed.

"Saria you mean," Saria answered.

"What?"

"My name's Saria."

"Oh," the girl said, "Well, I'm…Kure."

"That's an unusual name." Saria smirked, "Where's that from?"

Kure shrugged, "It's short for Kureruko, my parents thought it was a nice name and that it suited me. It goes to prove that parents pick horrible names for their children."

Saria smiled, "I know what you mean."

"Saria honey, who are you talking to?" Bethany asked staring displeasingly as Kure's scruffy appearance.

"I'm a-" Saria started, thinking quickly and racking her brain as fast as humanly possible.

Bethany grabbed her daughter's hand, "We're leaving."

Kure stared after them as Saria was being dragged off by her mother, smiling smugly and fingering the bracelet she had nicked off of Saria ,but she had an odd feeling that she should return it.

~*~*~*~Later That Day~*~*~*~

Saria had to get ready for a ceremony to Bastet. She first bathed in the purifying chambers then went to her room to put on her clothes and necessary garments. That's when she noticed her bracelet was missing.

She instantly knew that Kure had taken it, "That thief…" she hissed as she paced in her room, "Wait until I get my hands on her…I'll kill-"

"Saria," an old woman said from the doorway.

"Yes grandmother?" Saria said in a frustrated tone.

"There's a girl at the entrance who says she knows you." her grandmother replied.

Saria stood up, 'it couldn't be-', Saria thought.

She walked to the temple's entrance and she saw Kure leaning against the wall undisturbed, twirling a golden bracelet between her fingers. Kure eyed Saria and stood up straight, "Sorry," she said handing the bracelet back to Saria, "It just didn't feel right nicking this from you."

Saria snatched back her bracelet, "I hope you returned that money you stole, I mean that your cat stole. It isn't right to take things that aren't yours."

Kure scratched the back of her head, "Yea, yea I did. I didn't want to ,but…I returned it. Now thanks to that I'm not going to have dinner again."

Saria shuffled her feet feeling badly for Kure, she realized that Kure resorted to stealing to get by and the thought came to her that Kure was probably an orphan. "Well, after the ceremony we're having some dinner…you want to join?"

Kure studied her than nodded slightly, "Umm…okay."

~*~*~*~End of Flashback~*~*~*~

"She's really a good person," Saria added to a bored Yami and Seto.

"She's your friend…" Yami said.

Just then Ankara popped out from behind the tree and yelled at them, "BOYS HAVE FLEAS!!! Right Saria?"

"Gah!" Seto fell to the ground twitching slightly, "She still thinks we have fleas. Haven't you talked to her Saria?"

Saria shook her head, "Nope." She smiled enjoying Seto's extremely nerved face as he and the six-year-old girl pinched both of his cheeks.

"Mr. Stretchy face!" Ankara cried happily.

"Oh…isn't that cute?" Kure said walking out into the garden stretching her limbs before sitting next to Saria, "Seto's so cute when he's angry!" She teased.

Seto got Ankara to release her death grip on his cheeks, "You wouldn't be laughing if she did that to you!"

Kure bit her cheek to keep herself from laughing, but couldn't help it.

"Don't laugh!" he snarled.

"I'm not laughing at you…" she said bubbly, "I'm laughing with you!"

Seto gave her a puzzled looked, "But I'm not laughing."

Yami, Saria, Kure and Ankara burst out laughing making Seto look even more confused until he finally understood the joke, "You're so dead!"

Seto began chasing her as she ran around the garden trying not to fall into a fit of laughter, "You crude girl!"

Kure bit her tongue to stifle a small giggle, "It wasn't that mean of a joke was it?" she called back at him.

Saria, Ankara and Yami watched on the sidelines.

"Do you think we should stop him?" Saria asked.

Yami shrugged, "He's just a little too hot headed for own good. He's also really stubborn."

Saria sighed and smiled slightly, "Those two are so much alike," she said softly.

"How so?" Yami questioned.

"Well…" she started, "They both are extremely stubborn and not to mention, hot headed. Although Kure's probably more inflexible then he is ,but still just those two things make them seem so much similar."

Yami snorted, "I doubt Kure is more impractical then Seto ,but you do have a point."

Ankara, who had been twiddling a blade of grass between her fingers and hadn't been paying attention to the conversation looked up at them, "What are you two talking about?"

"Nothing that concerns you," Yami said glancing back at Seto who was still chasing Kure around, "I hope he doesn't catch her."

"Don't worry," Saria said standing up and brushing the wet grass off her dress with her hands. She grinned, "He won't be able to." She then walked back inside the temple with Ankara gleefully skipping at her heels.

Yami looked back at Seto once more who was still in hot pursuit of a laughing Kure and then followed Saria inside the temple.

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Author's Note: My stupid sense of humor.