Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Flower of Egypt II ❯ Arguements and Bloodshed ( Chapter 11 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Author's Notes: My second YuGiOh fic actually my thrid if you count the song one I wrote. Anywho this is the squel to The Flower of Egypt. I hope everyone likes this one has much has they did the first one. I know I will! Anywho don't worry I plan on making this one somewhat longer then the first by at least one chapter. Well on with the story and enjoy!
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Yami held his head in pain and sat up looking around hearing the groans of the others all around him.

"Everyone all right?" he asked.

"Has alright has we are going to be," muttered Malik. "I feel like I got hit be a bus."

"And you look like it too," snorted Seto.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you Kabia," growled Malik.

"Because right now we have to work on finding Arora," said Mai who was brushing herself off.

"What are you talking about?!" demanded Yami shooting to his feet.

"Simple," said Malik. "The person that attacked us snuck in here while we were out of it and took her."

"Damnit how are we going to find her?!" Said Yami staring accusingly at Malik.

"Why are you looking at me pharoh?" asked Malik glaring at the pharoh.

"Who else would possibly do it?!"

"I don't know could it possibly be your brother?!"

"How do we know you are working with him?!"

"Do I like the sort of person that would kidnap a female?"

Everyone just stared at Malik with their arms crossed of their chests not saying a word.

"Yeah well that was different," said Malik.

"How?!" demanded Yami flatly.

"Looks like I should break up this little love feast before they go into testosterone overdrive," muttered Isis.

"Good luck," muttered Tea.

"Yeah really," muttered Mai.

"Trust me I know how to deal with my brother," said Isis cheerfully.

Mai and Tea exchanged a look before watching the older woman march up to stand between her brother and Yami with interest.

"What's going on?" asked Seranity comeing up behind them.

"Isis is going to keep Yami and Malik from killing eachother," said Mai shrugging her shoulders.

"Really how is she going to accomplish that?" asked Seranity.

"Not a clue," said Tea.

"Alright that's enough boys," said Isis.

"Stay out of this sister," growled Malik.

"Shut up both of you before you suffer heartattacks from an overdrive of testosterone," snapped Isis.

"Sister I am warning you," growled Malik.

"No I am warning you," snapped Isis. "I have PMS, a splitting headache, and I haven't had my damn chocolate fix. So excuse me dear brother but I am not in the mood to hear the two of you bitch at eachother at the moment! So the both of you just shut the hell up and get over your damn testosterone drive and get a life. Before I kick the shit out of the both of ya!"

Malik and Yami just stared at her in shock with their mouths hanging open. Although Malik had taken a few steps back and looked like he was going to have a heartattack. He had forgotten how scary his sister could be when she was in this sort of mood. The three girls looked at eachother before bursting out laughing and pointing at the two guys.

"Shut up onnas!" shouted Malik glaring at them which only caused the girls to laugh harder.
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Arora moaned and opened her eyes slowly only to be greeted by darkness; that was only broken by the occansional flickering of the candles that were set up all around the room. She jerked her arms and realized that she was chained down to whatever it was she was ontop of. It was cold and hard almost like it was made of stone and perhaps it was since she could feel the granite under her bare back. She looked down at her and realized the only thing that covered her was a thin blood red satin sheet. The sheet covered her chest and stopped an inch above her knees.

'Where am I?' she thought to herself. 'What am I doing here? Who brought me here?'

"Oh looks like the little princess has finally woken up," said a female voice.

"Who's there?!" demanded Arora.

"What's wrong you little slut don't you remeber me?!" demanded the voice.

"No should I?" asked Arora.

"You should considering what you did?"

"And what would that be?"

"You stole Yami's attention away from me!"

Arora's eyes widened at that moment, "Now I remeber you! You're Haria that noble woman that annoyed the hell out of Yami!"

"I did not annoy the hell out of him!" snapped Haria storming into the light that was provided by the small candles. "He was so busy sleeping with you to notice that I was really the woman for him!"

"You never had him," said Haria. "He never belonged to you and he never will."

"That's what you think!" snapped Haria pulling a dagger out and holding it out above Arora. "With you out of the picture he will realize we were meant to be together!"

"Haria that's enough!" snapped Yakimo walking into the room and grabbing Haria's arm. "Remember the deal onna you are to leave the woman alone for me to have."

"You were never part of this deal to begin with!" snapped Haria yanking herself out of his grasp. "You are just a pawn in this game the woman was going to go too him and you were going to be out of the picture!"

"Onna," said Yakimo warningly. "What are you talking about?"

"You were a pawn!"

Yakimo growled and slapped her clear across the face. She surged back at him and slashed his neck open the blood scattered everywhere and splashed across Arora's face. She stared at the scene her eyes wide in fear. She had never before seen such an act not even back then when she shared tha pharoh's bed. Back then the pharoh had been protective of her innocence and had sought to keep it at all costs. He never wanted her to witness the brutality of an execution or of a war or a sacrifice. He was protective and he wanted so desperately to keep her pure and not see the bloodshed that happened of the world. So seeing it now surprised her since she had never bloodshed like this since she was given to Yami. The only blood shed she had seen was the whip marks on other slaves and the cuts she had patched up on the pharoh after a hunting expedition or war practice.
This blood shed she had just witnesed scared her and she had no idea how to deal with it. However she always prided herself on being a brave woman and would not allow herself to faint.

"Haria was that nesaccary?" asked a male voice that Arora knew was famillar but she couldn't place it.

'Who is that?' asked Arora. 'I know that voice.'

"Do you remeber me woman?" asked the male voice before coming into the light. "You should after all you were the one that killed me."

Arora stared at him and a bloodcurling scream ripped from her thoart and pierced the night air.
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Mokuba hadn't said a word since waking up he had gone into his own little word. His subconcus searching for the lost woman that he had considered his older sister. It took awhile before Seto realized that something was wrong with his little brother.

"Mokuba what's wrong?" asked Seto kneeling in front of his little brother.

"Oh leave the little brat alone," muttered Malik. "He is probably still in shock."

"Must people in shock do not look like this," growled Seto.

"And I am sure you have seen many people in shock," growled Malik. "Considering I am sure you have always been the cause of the shock."

"Stop it both of you," said Isis before another fight could break out.

"Mokuba," said Seto shaking his brother slightly.

After awhile Mokuba blinked his eyes and looked around the room in a daze before seattling his gaze on his brother's.

"I know where she is," he said softly.
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Aut hor's Notes: Okay the reason Mokuba was acting so strange will be explained in a later story that will be written when I finish this one. Anywho this story will be done in like two chapters. Well see you next update.

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