Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Flower of Egypt ❯ The Flower's Death ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Author's Notes: This is my first Yu-Gi-Oh fic I have ever written. But I am hoping it is has good has my DBZ ones seem to be based on the reviewers. Also this is a Yugi (Yami)/ Own Character romance. If you have a problem with that I suggest you not read. This starts out when Yami is Pharoh and then goes into the modern times when Yugi is seventeen.
I do not own Yugi or any characters within it. I also do not own any Egyptian god or godess. I own everyone else.
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Once a long time ago in Egypt, there was a pharoh. Now the pharoh was a strong ruler. His people loved him for his fairness and good judgement. The pharoh cared about his people deeply and only wanted what was best for them. Ever since the pharoh had first been crowned he had had the respect of his fellow rulers in the neighboring kingdoms. The pharoh had many treasures in his palace, though if asked people would say that the most beautiful treasure he owned was a woman.
Everyone that saw her agreed that the woman was beautiful. She was so beautiful that the pharoh called her "The Flower of Egypt". She was called Arora and the people loved her for her kindness. Arora had hair the color of a raven's wing, and eyes the color of the bluest sapphire. When she and the pharoh had first meet she had been a gift to him from an Egyptian noble for the pharoh's birthday. However over the next two years they had started to fall in love with eachother.
The love they shared was so sweet, so pure, so passionate that the dark god began to envy them for their happiness. So he called upon one of his minions to destory their happiness. The man he called upon was Mandoriki a member of the elite the protectors of the royal family.
"Mandoriki I want you to kill the pharoh by the next full moon," demanded the god coming to the startled mortal during his meditations.
"You want me to kill the pharoh?" asked Mandoriki startled.
"Yes," growled the annoyed god.
"May I ask why my Lord?"
"No you may not go and do what you are told or you will regret it. If you serve me well you will be rewarded with the Pharoh's precious "Flower of Egypt".
Mandoriki blinked twice it was a well known fact that he wanted the Mandoriki which is why the Pharoh refused to allow him to guard her.
"Has you wish my lord," said Mandoriki bowing knowing that if he were caught he would be killed.
Mandoriki rose has the image of the god disappeared even if he would die the thought of having Arora moved him to do what he would have to do to get her. He knew she would hate him at first but she would soon learn to appreciate him. One way or another the sooner he killed off the pharoh the sooner he would have Arora. He immediately set about planning the assination of the pharoh.
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Yami awoke to the sun in his eyes, he groaned and covered his eyes with his arm. He didn't want to get up yet but he would have to eventually. Upon rolling over he was greeted with the site of Arora's bare back. He reached out and ran his hand down her tan skin, a look of tenderness crossing his face. She was so beautiful her hair, her eyes, her skin everything about her was perfect. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him, burying his nose in her soft hair.
His face moved downward and he kissed her face softly. He felt her stirring against him and chuckled softly. With a yawn she turned around and looked at him with a sleepy look on her face.
"Hi," she said softly. "Shouldn't you be getting up now?"
"I don't have to meet the nobles for another two hours. So I figured I'd stay with you awhile," said Yami running his hand up her side.
"You stay and you'll be late for the meeting."
"So?" asked Pharoh kissing her softly running a hand through her long hair.
Arora wasn't completely talking about the fact that he would only be late if he stayed and made love to her. She simply meant that he would be late if he stayed with her because they would talk about many things which would cause them to lose track of time and him to be late. She giggled when his lips moved to kiss her eyelids.
"I adore you," whispered Yami. "You do know that right?"
"Yes I know you adore me and I adore you."
Yami turned slightly to look over his back at the soft sound of movement and saw Arora's tiger Kuba stirring from his bed, which was basically a large pillow. He turned back to Arora and chuckled.
"I think that cat of yours is getting spoiled," he remarked.
"Your the one that brought him for me," she said softly running her hand down his chest.
"Are you blaming me?" he asked.
"No of course not," said Arora innocently.
"Yeah right," muttered Yami. "Hey!"
Yami whirled around to see Kuba pulling the sheets off of the bed.
"See even Kuba thinks you should get up and get ready for the meeting," said Arora sweetly.
Yami snorted and grabbed Arora kissing her gently, he then let her go and walked off into the bathing room. Arora giggled and feel back onto the bed. A hand suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her into the bathing chambers and shoved her into the giant bath.
"Yami!" she shrieked when she came to the surface.
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It was midafternoon two days later and word had gotten around that thier was a traitor among the palace walls. Yami had called the royal guards into his throne room to discuss things with them on tracking down the traitor. Mandoriki felt very nervous in front of the pharoh he didn't know how they knew that there was a traitor and he wondered if the knew who it was.
"Does anyone have any ideas has to who the traitor is?" asked Yami looking at his guards.
Yami was uneasy something didn't feel right, it was almost has if the man was in the room. He dismissed the idea knowing that none of his men could possibly be the traitor. His guards were loyal but still the only one in the room was him, Arora, and his guards and he knew that Arora wouldn't kill him. That only left a memeber of the guards if his intuition was correct and it always was. He would have to be careful around them, he would have Arora be especially careful he didn't want anything to happen to her.
Mandoriki listened to the guards has they suggested anyone that could be the traitor.
"Mandoriki what do you think?" asked the general.
Mandoriki was silent and looked at the soilders that were looking at him expectently. He couldn't think nothing was coming to him. He felt the sweat run down his face and felt himself begin to panic. His heartbeat began to speed up and with a shaking hand reached for his dagger. He jerked his dagger out and with a war cry rushed forward startling the guards. He saw the pharoh jump to his feet and reach for the sword at his side.
"No," shrieked a voice that barely registered in Mandoriki's mind.
Suddenly there was a flash of black and dark blue, and Mandoriki slashed his dagger forward and felt it go into a body. He smirked and jerked back his smirk leaving there in the arms of the pharoh was Arora. Blood was coming from the small of her back and soaking up her dark blue linen shift. He was aware of him being thrown onto the ground and the dagger ripped from his hands. He watched has the pharoh sank to the ground cradling her in his arms. He felt his hands being bound and a gag placed around his mouth to silence him. Strong hands forced him on his stomach has the mistress (incase u were wondering mistress also means Girlfriend) of their pharoh began to die.
"Arora?" he whispered softly. "No don't die."
"Oh beloved," she whispered softly. "I love you so much."
"Don't die," whispered Yami trying to deny the inevitable.
"I will love you for all eternity," said Arora touching his face. "Until we meet again."
With that Arora breathed her last breathe and went limp in his arms. Yami pulled her to his face and breathed deeply swallowing down the sob he had a job to do he would mourn her when he was alone. He stood up with Arora in his arms and looked at the guards.
"Take him away to the servant mummification room and have him mummified alive," commanded Yami.
"Yes Pharoh and your lady?" asked one the men.
"I will take her myself," said Yami briskly.
"You do not want her to be mummified?"
Yami turned around and glared at him.
"Oh," said the guard suddenly realizing what the pharoh meant.
Yami was taking his beloved to be mummified in the room where the royals underwent the mummification rites. Which meant he had just crowned her has his late queen which also meant that she would share his tomb with him when he died. This was something that had never been done before and the guard wasn't sure how people would feel about this but at that moment he really didn't care. The girl had been a good person and he was sure she would have made a great queen if only he had protected her. Mandoriki's betrayl had taken them all completely by surprise. At the moment he had a job to do and had he been a priest of Anubis he would have gladly mummified Mandoriki alive after what he just happened.
"You heard the pharoh take him away to be mummified," said the guard.
Three guards dragged Mandoriki away and closed the door behind them. No one intervened when they saw the four men walk through the halls there was a cold chill in the air and everyone knew something was wrong.
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Auth or's Notes: next time on 'The Flower of Egypt' Mummification