Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ You're Who? ❯ Chapter 2

Bald Yami = Scary!

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Chapter 2

 

They had walked for perhaps two hours, when they both caught the glitter of water and palms. Yami broke into a run and Maha followed, as they stripped off their clothing and jumped into the water like children. But why would a servant girl and a noble be spending such together?

Perhaps they had grown up together?

They gratefully sank into the cool water, refreshed after their walk through the desert. Almost all of the figs were gone, but at least here they would not have to worry of dying of thirst.

“You're wonderful, Maha.” Yami smiled. “You really did find it. The Gods must be smiling upon us.”

Maha nodded, glancing away from her Master's body shyly. She had a feeling that there might be another reason they were in the desert.

Perhaps - perhaps her Master had taken her as his concubine, and perhaps, just perhaps, his wife had found out? And what if his wife had been a woman of some high station and forbidden their match?

No. That was too much like a love story. Such things never happened in reality - she gave a gasp as Yami laid a hand on her arm.

“Maha.”

The way he said her name sent shivers down her spine. She would have pulled away, but it would be impolite to do so.

“Maha, look at me.”

And she had no reason to disobey a direct order. She met his eyes. He did not look angry, simply contemplative.

“I am not angry with you.”

She knew that, so why did she feel frightened? Why did she feel as if she had failed some test?

“You have not done anything wrong. Relax.”

She really tried to, but she felt her nails digging into her palms and she had to forcibly unclench her fingers. For a second, she could have sworn his eyes were cold, glacial, blue, and his voice a sarcastic sneer. There was a phantom weight on her chest too. But then she blinked at it was gone.

Yami leaned over and kissed her.

 

She wasn't sure how or why, but even if her mind did not know what to do, her body did. Her arms wound around his neck as he leaned into her. And that was when her brain caught up with her and she tried to stop herself but it felt so right…

He broke it off though, not long after, with nothing but a calculating expression in his eyes. He really did have beautiful eyes.

But he was still a child.

Well, not so much a child, she thought and couldn't help the blush that spread over her cheeks. But it was odd being a head and a half taller than her Master.

“Maha…” He said, and she looked at him again. “I don't regret anything. I know this is not your fault.”

He did not know how he knew, but he knew that it was not her fault.

She would never betray him. He trusted her.

They finished washing in silence, and dried quickly. They washed their robes too, and waited.

It was almost… nice… out here, alone, away from all the pressures of... he glowered. Wait, what pressure?

Well, surely, if he had been a merchant, he would have much to do, but most of the nobles were simply there for feasting and pleasure.

He did not think he had been one of them.

But he would not know, unless he went to Court. And they could not risk it. Better not to know…

 

Afterwards, he puzzled over something else while they polished off the rest of the figs. They would need food. However, they were currently weaponless. He didn't even know if Maha could fight. She was slender and muscled, but that may be from dancing or other things.

Still, she had found the oasis, so perhaps she could find food?

It was worth a try. For now, he watched her sleep with her head pillowed in his lap, and stroked her long golden hair, marveling at its color. She was so different, pale skin, now a healthy golden tan, but he was sure she had been white. Her eyes were a strange mix of blue, green, and gold, and they shifted color depending on her mood. She was a foreigner.

Perhaps that was why she was his servant.

Women could be sold as slaves, though it was not something he enjoyed. He sighed.

There was too much to think about, and too little time.

There was a howl.

 

Both of them froze. Well, Yami froze. Maha bolted upwards, wide-awake, colored when she realized that she had been on his lap, and reached for - something.

He did not know, but he felt the rush. He had been in a situation like this before. They both had.

She was reaching for her weapons before her mind caught up with her, asking questions such as `what weapons' and `you're a woman and a slave girl, probably a pleasure slave, you couldn't possibly be a fighter' among other things.

The first of the animals rounded the bend.

 

It couldn't really be called an animal, even if she were being kind. It was some oversized jackal with silvery-white fur and sharp teeth, but she was quite sure it was not native to this land.

It lunged.

She moved.

Yami screamed, something that sounded awfully like her name.

She didn't register it, as she was already busy moving, high on adrenaline. Her hands yanked the earrings out of her lobes, and they materialized into a pair of sleek, tri-pointed blades.

Some part of her mind recognized the weapon as a trident, like the Greeks across the sea claimed their sea god used.

Yami stared in silent approval, mingled with shock and even a bit of guilty pleasure, as Maha's blades took down the first wolf, blood splattering across sand like oily water.

Wait. Wolf?

How had he known what the creature was?

He watched as she turned to the remaining three, and crocked a finger. Challenging, almost.

They attacked.

She countered.

After several moments, only her harsh breathing and the blood all over her gave any indication of what had happened.

They both stared at the empty sand, where the wolves had once been.

Why had that purple mist seemed so familiar?

 

End Chapter

Completed 5/18/06

Yep, whomever stranded Mahaado and Yami out in the desert found out they weren't quite dead. Mwahaha!