AN: Hey, miss me? I know I haven’t put anything up lately and I couldn’t apologize enough if I tried. So to start, I’ll give you this wonderful fic to read. I really hope you like this. It’s my version of Yami’s past life in Egypt. I don’t use any Japanese words in here at all (I’ve read some Yu-Gi-Oh fics where they are in Ancient Egypt and they are speaking Japanese *sweatdrop* ) There are a few characters that are my own and one of them is Lucky Ruti’s (Yoko is her character). Please read this and I hope you enjoy. Oh! And there’s this neat little button on the bottom of this page that helps you review. Onegai! Onegai! Use it and review me! Ja ne!

Ancient Past

Chapter 1

Times in Egypt were rough. The Pharaoh, not too long ago, began acting strange as an addiction for a game grew. He had grown ruthless and abusive and it was beginning to take affect and darken Egypt. The Pharaoh would be in his room for hours. This worried his people greatly as he soon began changing things for the worst.

His last son, having the others died of illness or at birth, was presently in his room growing restless. He had noticed his father’s changes in attitude right away and learned to steer clear. Yami walked out onto his balcony, leaning on the stone rail. It was a bright day. One of the rare days in Egypt at this time. The people had always thought the Prince was special. They seemed to think of him as a child of Ra and, at the same time, a child of Anubus.

He had eyes that were blood red and tri-colored hair. Black. Red. Gold. Gold for his royalty, black for his strength, and red for his fate.

Yami sighed, obviously bored, as he looked down at the land that would be his someday. He watched as the people went on with their busy lives, wishing he was one of them. He then turned around and decided to wonder the halls.

Soon, a servant girl found him. She was quite unique. She had blonde hair and green eyes. Yami smiled sweetly to her, being polite and to make her feel better. She still showed no emotion and spoke quietly, “My prince, your father wishes to speak with you.” He looked at her.

“Thank you. You may go…ummm…” She kept her gaze on the ground.

“Yoko,” she mumbled.

“Well, Yoko, you may go.” She bowed slightly and left. Yami walked on to his father’s room. He gently knocked on the door and waited for a response.

“Who dare disturbs me?!”

“Father?” Yami called softly.

“Come in, young one.” Yami pushed open the door enough for himself and walked in. He couldn’t help but notice his father’s voice had grown a bit soft. He walked over, though, still expecting the worst.

“Father? You wished to see me?” He shifted his gaze to the floor.

“Yes, I did. I wanted to inform you that we have new servants and entertainers. Also, your music instructor has informed me that you aren’t working hard enough!” Yami cringed at his father’s hardening tone.

“Well, I…I…” He didn’t know what to say without causing his father to go on a rampage.

“Yami, it’s the last class you’ll ever have to take. Why can’t you just show some effort?!” Yami had completed all his other classes. His father had been pushing him. He told Yami that he wanted him to be the ‘perfect child.’ He wanted to make Yami into a strict person, like himself. It didn’t seem to effect him though. Yami looked away, afraid.

“I-.” Something then caught Yami’s eye. It was a small gold box with the Eye of Horus carved on the front. Horus, the sky god, was the protector and symbol of the Pharaoh. Yami suddenly received a stinging slap to the face, turning it the other way.

“Have respect! Look at me when I speak to you!” Yami whimpered, causing his father to smirk. He seemed to like that he had this kind of control on his son. But it wasn’t like him at all. Ever since ha had started playing the Shadow Games he had grown cruel. It was just something about them that changed him. “Get out of my sight! And I don’t want to hear that you’re slacking off again!” Angered now about his father’s actions towards him, Yami turned quickly so his father wouldn’t seen his expression.

It’s okay, Yami. You’ll understand soon., said a voice. However, Yami heard it in his head and couldn’t tell the gender. He ignored it and soon found himself in the throne room.

“Ah! How are you today, my prince?” came another voice. This one, however, Yami knew and knew well. The High Priest approached him, just then seeing his face. “Upset your father, I see.”

“Do not disrespect me, High Priest,” Yami spat bitterly. The High Priest chuckled softly. Yami glared, unamused.

“Did you know we have new slaves?” The priest moved his own blonde hair out of his eyes as he spoke.

“I do.” The priest pointed to the red mark on Yami’s cheek.

“Did you find out before or after-”

“SILENCE!” His voice echoed, causing everyone to freeze and look in their direction. The priest placed a hand on Yami’s bare arm.

“Please, Your Highness, calm down,” he said.

“Hiroshi, you should be punished for such disrespect,” he started, his eyes burning into Hiroshi’s green ones. “Luckily for you, however, I am not my father.” He looked down at his arm and pulled it away roughly. “Don’t touch me,” he said rather coldly. Hiroshi glared at him before bowing and leaving him alone. Yami waved his hand slightly, a sign for everyone to continue what they were doing. Sighing, Yami walked over and sat in his seat next to his father’s. His father had been preparing him to become Pharaoh but it wasn’t what he wanted. He felt so trapped. He was a prince and yet had so many limits. The one that bother him the most was that he wasn’t allowed to leave the palace. Not once had he left these walls. Yami tensed as his father came out and sat in his seat next to him. Yami tried to leave but his father grabbed his arm and pulled him roughly into his seat.

“Stay,” he growled. He turned and clapped his hands. Yami stared dully as the dancers came out to entertain their Pharaoh. He smiled relaxed, growling when he noticed his son’s reaction. Yami let out a quiet sigh.

‘They aren’t dancing to entertain. They’re dancing for their lives,’ Yami thought bitterly. He tensed as his father shifted in his seat. Then something caught his eye. Yami turned his head towards the new dancers coming out on the floor. Most of them looked about Yami’s age. He wouldn’t have been surprised with the way his father had been. The Pharaoh smiled as he noticed his son show great interest. The main dancer came out and Yami thought his heart was going to explode. She looked to be about his height with dark blue hair that cascaded down her back in a loose braid reaching about the middle of her back. She was wearing a white sleeveless dress that was cut on the sides from the waist down, showing her shapely legs. Also, around her waist was a black ribbon-like belt and on her right arm was a gold armlet. Her bracelets and anklets clanged as she gracefully danced with two small fans. He couldn’t see her eyes but he could tell without seeing them that they were beautiful. “Father? Are these the new dancers?”

“Yes. They are doing a wonderful job.”

“Where are they from?”

“The city. I decided to hold out on trading slaves from other regions so I had sent out troops to get some new ones.”

“Father,” Yami whined.

“I am their Pharaoh. They should return the favor.” Yami sulked. He hated it when his father did something like this.

“May I leave?” The Pharaoh looked down at his son.

“Very well,” he said after a slight pause. Yami left quickly before he changed his mind. He decided to wait till the dancers returned to their living quarters to meet them. He would talk to the slaves for hours. They were his only friends. They would always tell him stories of the lives outside the palace, which, of course, he would listen to with great interest. He especially wait to meet the blue-haired girl.

‘She’s so beautiful,’ he thought with a slight blush creeping on his face. ‘And quite unique. No one has blue hair. I wonder what color her eyes are.’ He waited outside near where the servants ‘lived.’ After a short while some of the dancers came to rest. However, the blue-haired angel wasn’t among them. He wandered around until he found her in the royal garden. He smiled as he watched her stare at her reflection in the pond. She gasped as she suddenly saw his reflection. She turned quickly and bowed. He shook his head, sighing. “Please, don‘t. Pretend I’m a commoner.” Too worried about how much trouble she could’ve been in, she remained bowed. ‘Poor thing,’ he thought, ‘She’s lucky I found her and not my father.’ He brought his hand up underneath her chin and lifted her head. He was right. Her eyes were beautiful. Blue eyes.’ The girl could feel a faint blush creep over onto her face. “Well, my dear, what are you doing in the garden?” he asked, giving her a sweet smile.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, trying to look away.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Relax. I won’t hurt you. I’m not my father.”

“Father?” She knew he was the prince but the people had been worried about his father.

“The Pharaoh.”

“Yes, I know, my prince. But may I ask, what has happened to him?”

“I really don’t know. Anyway, let’s change the subject. What’s your name?”

‘Why would he want to know my name?’ Slaves were just faces without names to royalty. “Miyu,” she answered.

“What a pretty name. Look, I know this will sound strange but you can call me Yami.”

“But I will get in trouble. It’s disrespectful of me to use your name alone.”

“You really must be new.” He walked over and stared in the water. Then, both Yami and Miyu jumped slightly upon hearing a rough voice behind them.

“Hey, you!” Miyu blinked and looked over to see a guard. Yami continued to stare in the water. Miyu pointed to herself. “Yeah! You! You’re not suppose to be here!” He walked over and grabbed her arm roughly. He then stopped upon hearing Yami’s low, cold voice.

“I’m sorry. But am I not standing …right…here!?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Then let me think. If I didn’t want her here wouldn’t I have sent her away?”

“Y-yes.” Yami turned and stared at him hard.

“Well?” The guard let go of the trembling girl.

“Forgive me, my prince, f-forgive me,” he mumbled, bowing and leaving as quickly as he could. Sighing, Yami turned and continued to stare in the water. Miyu turned to face Yami, relieved that he did what he had done.

“I hate the way they treat you. All of you.”

“Huh?” Miyu looked up at him.

“Like you’re all just dirt under their feet.” He looked down then up at the sky. “You all don’t deserve this. To be slaves.” Miyu walked over, putting a hand on his shoulder. He looked into her eyes.

“I’m glad you feel that way, but you can’t change it.”

“I try my best.”

“Thank you by the way. Being new, I don‘t want to even think about what they would‘ve done to me for being here.”

“They would have punished you. Perhaps have you whipped,” he answered. She gasped, taking her hand back. “Don’t worry. That rarely happens anymore. I won’t allow it.” He watched her relax, smiling. He let out a small chuckle.

“What’s so funny?”

“You. You’re so cute.” she turned a bright shade of red. Watching the entire scene from his balcony, the Pharaoh scowled.

‘What’s he doing,’ he thought to himself. He continued to watched, unnoticed.

“Uhh… th-thank you.” He took her hand and walked her over to a bench near the pond.

“Tell me about yourself,” he said, sitting down. “Where are you from? The city?” She nodded. “What’s It like out there? I’ve never left the palace.”

“Never!” He nodded sadly.

“I’m not allowed.”

“Not allowed? You’re the prince.”

“My father. He won’t let me. He want me to become like him.” He scoffed, “Like that’ll happen.” Miyu stood.

“Well, I hope you know that I think you’re very sweet.” He smiled, watching her twirl, dancing around a statue of Anubus.

“You’re a very good dancer. I was watching you before. Did you learn how to dance when you lived out there?”

“Yes. Self-taught. I love to dance.” She leaned against the statue, looking up at the sky, closing her eyes. Yami stood and quietly walked in front of her. She opened her eyes and looked at him. She blushed as he leaned in, brushing his lips across hers. He kissed her, feeling her kiss back. Above them on his balcony, the father was fuming. His son with a slave! Yami pulled away slightly and Miyu opened her eyes, still blushing a bright red.

“I think you’re sweet too,” he said with a smile. Miyu had butterflies in her stomach but they flew away when a guard and announced that the prince was to see his father immediately. Frowning slightly, Yami turned back to Miyu. “I’ll see you again,” he whispered. Giving her one last smile, he turned and followed the guard, leaving Miyu in the garden. She stayed there for a minute, repeating everything over in her head. Finally, she brought her hand up to her lips, then smiled. Remembering where she was, she hurried off before another guard came and found her.

TBC…

Yay! Chapter one is up! I’m so proud. It’s so hard for me to get these typed up. *sweatdrop* (Check my bio for reason)  Anyway, LOOK! The button. Use the button…(I know. I’m a psycho…you don’t have to tell me) Onegai, reviews are good. I have part of chapter two done but I’ll get it up ASAP, k?

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Hotaru the Demon Goddess