Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Pharaoh's Angelic Demon ❯ The Painting ( Chapter 2 )

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

Yami stared at the picture in total shock. The painting on the wall of the young woman was exactly the young woman from his dreams/nightmares. Hazuki walked over to the plate that was underneath. “How could people in Ancient Egyptain named their kids after planets?” she stated, disgusted. She stepped back and looked at the painting. “She is beautiful... but she looks only about 16 in the picture.” she added. Yami took a step forward, unsure to being seeing the real thing. What in the world was going on? This painting... the dreams and nightmares... he placed his hand on his head and sighed. “Maybe I just need to nap.” he thought to himself. He then looked up at the painting again and wondered what wat the connection between him and this young woman.

“I see that you have grown fond of this painting.”

Hazuki and Yami turned around and stared at the young woman shoulder length aqua hair. She looked up and smiled at the painting herself. “She’s quite beautiful, don’t you think?” she asked. Hazuki crossed her arms and looked at the stranger. “So, what’s the background story on her?” she asked. The young woman looked back up at the painting and replied, “She was the Pharaoh’s guardian and lover.”

Yami stared at her. “Lover?” he asked. She smiled, “Yes, many believed that the young Pharaoh didn’t have a love, but the thing is he did... but...” she turned her head towards the painting. “What? I hate when people do that!” Hazuki stated. “She was-”

“Anbius’ daughter....” Yami whispered. The two looked at him. “Yes, how did you know?” Yami had to find away to cover it up. “I-I guessed?” he stated, chuckling nervously. “Oh... anyway, She was promised to another, in which she grew furious about. She wanted to experience love on her own... not by being forced into loving some stranger. She then ran away and ran into the Pharaoh one morning. That’s all we really know about her. We don't even know her name, which makes it worst. The fact that she died before he did is also a mystery.” she told them.

Is that what Yami saw in his nightmare... her death? He was so confused right now that it began to make his head hurt. He placed his hand on his forehead and whispered, "Hazuki... I think I'm going to head home... I have a headache." he told her, heading for the door. Hazuki nodded and waved goodbye to him.



Yami opened the door to his apartment and tossed his keys and jacket on the couch. He honestly didn't know what was wrong with him. One minute he was find, the next...

Yami....

Yami closed his eyes, listening to the sweet, innocent voice. “Tell me who you are... I just want to get this over and done with.” he thought, heading for his room. He opened the door and walked over to his bed. He just fell forward... his face landing directly on his pillow. “Who are you exactly?” he thought. Silence filled the air as he laid there still. He wasn’t sure if he was going to get an answer or what. He then looked at the clock on the nightstand. “It’s not even passed four yet.” he thought, grimly. He turned the other way, his mind a drift from present and past. All he knew was she was the Lord of the Underworld’s daughter, and the fact that she died before he did. “Why do you haunt me... are you trying to tell me something or...” he whispered.

Suddenly, the phone rung. He turned over and answered it. “Hello?” he answered, flatly. “Yami? Are you feeling okay?” Anzu asked. Yami stared at the ceiling. “Yeah... just came back from the doctor’s... she said I was stressed out and that I needed to lay off of work for a few days.” he replied. “Oh... umm... so how is everything down there? Joey said it’s beautiful in the spring time.”

“It is... the cherry blossoms are in bloom and just to think that over a thousand people come to see each year.”

Anzu giggled. “They must be something. So, other then just the whole stressed out thing, you’re fine?”

“Yeah, I’m fine... I would have let someone know if something was wrong.”

There was a pause on the other line for a few minutes. “Yami... I have to go... I’ll talk with you later?”

“Sure... bye.”

Yami hung up the phone and sighed out of bordem. Even though his mind was thinking about the young woman, he really didn’t want to do anything.

“Maybe...”

He sat up and went to this closet. He then reached into his book bag, searching for the one book that may have all the answers about the young woman. He was in searched for her painting, hoping it was in the book. He pulled out the fairly thick book and sat on the floor. He tossed his book bag on the bed and opened the book. Looking through the index, he found nothing about her.

“Maybe I’m looking in the wrong places.” he thought, going over the index again. A sudden thought came to mind and he began to look for another name. He then flipped through a few pages and saw in bold letters Anbuis’ name. He began to read, having a inkling that he might find something about her.

“Nothing...”

He closed the book and wondered what was he doing wrong. He felt like something was missing from the entire picture. He closed his eyes and the image of her smiling face popped in his head. He reopened his eyes and stared at the ceiling...

“She was wearing morden clothing... that means...”

He then opened the book, looking up ‘reincarnations.’ He flipped towards the back and began to read the segment about reincarnations. “Once every 5 thousand years? Well, that explains me in the long run... but I don’t think that she was...” he kept reading, hoping to find something else. Something that would give him hints to what this young woman was doing to him. He then paused when he finished the previous sentence. “Every thousand years? A God or Goddess can be reincarnated?! That’s a lil much.” he thought. He began to think of some caculations, trying to figure it all out. He had to find out who she was, even if it meant searching for her. He wanted to know... what their relationship was back then... he needed to know what was going on! But the fact that he didn't even know her name made it worst.