Hey, guys It's Shikamaru'sLove! I know. I'm terrible. I didn't update until now, four months later. I've been super busy with marching band and color guard things. Please don't kill me. I really wanted to write a Yu-Gi-Oh story. I haven't seen the show in like eight years, so I read around and the best ones are based around season five, in the Ancient Egyptian time. So...Here you go! Read and Review!

I don't own anything except, Myra, Maya, Alec, Alaster and Prince Christian(Sadly) If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh...I'll leave it at that. :)

The small girl was perched upon a stone wall, the Egyptian sun warm on her tan shoulders. She closed her eyes and relished in the feeling of the light breeze blowing through her long auburn locks. Moss eyes opened and the princess sighed, fiddling with her thin, beige dress. She looked at the horizon. Before her, lay the small valley of Kul Elna; she'd never been in the village itself, as she had always been confined within the palace walls. She wished she could sit outside by herself more often, "Myra, what are you doing out here?" A deep voice spoke from behind her. The girl glared at the skyline; speaking of being alone…

"Nothing…anymore." She mumbled. Taking a deep breath, she dropped to the ground and turned to see her big brother, who had a curious look about his features. His ebony bangs fell over his intense emerald eyes as he walked over to the girl and picked her up, spinning around. Myra giggled and latched onto her brother as they spun, "Ali, stop, I'm getting dizzy!" The little girl chirped happily. Chuckling, the boy obliged, "What are you doing here, Alaster?" Myra folded her arms over her chest and pretended to look official and serious. Her brother smirked at this and bowed gallantly, "Well…Milady," Alaster spoke respectfully, reminding Myra of her guards, "I have come to inform you that Bakura and Marik are at the palace…" He didn't get to finish, because when he looked up, the little mess of red hair was halfway over the palace wall which lay two hundred meters away. He chuckled and walked after her.

Her feet pounded on the sand and then onto cobblestone as she made her way through the courtyard and to the gate that led to her garden. As she made her way to her room, she skirted past servants to avoid being seen, lest her father know she was out of the palace. Myra made her way to her room and slipped on her sandals, which she only wore when she absolutely had to; she loved the feeling of the sand grains between her toes. She loved when Bakura and Marik visited; they always brought stories of life in the village.

But yet, Myra still had to wonder why they were here. She knew that the boys didn't come to the palace often, because her father disliked the idea of his little girl playing with boys; especially when they were boys who were older than her, like Bakura and Marik. Up ahead, she saw her father come down the hall, "Myra, my darling daughter!" King Alec smiled warmly and hugged his daughter, green eyes twinkling, "Papa!" Myra grinned and kissed her father on the cheek, "Now Qutaita, I know you hate celebrations, but there will be a ball for you birthday; only a small one." Her green eyes narrowed and she opened her mouth to protest but her father interrupted her, "No diplomats, no royals, and no princes. Just the villagers, I swear." Alec held up his hands in promise. A smile broke across the princess's face, "Thank you Papa!" Hugging him once more, she dashed down the hall and to the front courtyard.

The fair haired boys never saw it coming, "BAKURA!" The girl shouted in joy and excitement as she pounced on the white haired boy, knocking him to the ground. "Hi." Sharp violet eyes met sparkling emerald ones as she laid on him; head on her fists, elbows on his chest. "Hey, Kitten." Bakura tapped her nose. "Bakura, you know I hate it when you do that." The girl pouted and shot him a dirty look. The two boys chuckled which made her all the more upset. She smiled evilly, her vivacious jade eyes twinkling with mischief and pecked the white-haired boy on the cheek.

A flushed Bakura looked up at Marik, who was equally surprised, especially when she grinned and pounced on him too, "MARIK!" She smiled and perched herself on his chest as she had his friend only seconds ago. The gray haired boy merely sighed and ruffled Myra's hair, "Hey, Myra." The girl glared at the action but decided it wasn't worth it. Bakura lifted her off of his best friend and twirled her around, "Bakura!" She giggled, latching onto him. The white-haired boy chuckled before setting her down, "What are you doing here?" She wondered aloud, the warm desert breeze making her waist length auburn hair dance around her, "Don't worry, your brother invited us." Bakura smiled, his warm violet eyes always seeming to light up when she was around.

"Happy birthday, Myra." The girl turned to see Marik holding out something wrapped in cloth, a familiar scent wafted toward her and a huge grin spread across her face, "My mom's melon bread recipe." He laughed as the girl hugged him tightly and inhaled the melon bread goodness! "Myra," a soft voice spoke and said girl stiffened, turning slowly to face the voice. A smile graced her face, "Maya, you're back!" Maya embraced her little sister, enveloping the both of them in a curtain of raven hair that flowed from her long ponytail, "Of course, I wouldn't miss my little sister's eighth birthday!" Maya's moss-colored orbs softened when she gazed at Myra. Maya had been in Greece for the past three years, training to one day become the head priestess of the Four Great Kingdoms; maybe even the Pharaoh's Kingdom.

"I see that you've made it, Maya." Alaster spoke up from behind the two. The older girl narrowed her emerald eyes and glared at the wall, "Alaster, I see you're well." Maya acknowledged her twin brother politely with a smidge of resentment. Myra sighed and remembered the fight her siblings had the day her sister left, "Maya, you've returned." The king's voice made the group jump, "Alaster, lend Myra's friends some clothes for the ball. Maya help your sister get ready." He commanded. The younger children hurried down the hall to the sleeping quarters, the twins following close behind, until they were stopped by their father,

"We have caught word that certain people want to take the magic that resides here in the kingdom. I don't want any fighting or arguing, you need to be on guard and protect your sister. Understood?" His voice left no room for negotiation. The two nodded and mentally noted to conceal extra weaponry as they dressed.

Two hours later, Myra was twirling around in a deep navy blue gown, "Thank you papa! It's beautiful!" The aged man that danced with her chuckled, "Glad you like it, Qutaita." He spun her around and knelt down to her, "Myra, you look so much like your mother." Alec's emerald eyes glittered with tears at the memory of his late wife, "Papa, might I borrow Myra for a moment?" Maya appeared, beaming in her green flowered gown. Nodding, the king returned to his throne and started to speak to a few servants. The two sisters went off to the side of the ballroom and sat at a table with a few candles. Maya handed Myra a golden box with a circular jade lid. Black hieroglyphic carvings covered the sides.

Myra looked up at her sister; Maya's ebony ringlets had been let out of its usual ponytail and hung down her back, her bangs framed her face. She smiled at her baby sister, "Open it." Myra looked back down at the box curiously, "What's in it?" She asked, but her sister merely told her once again to open it. A shiver of excitement rolled down Myra's back as her fingers found the latch and popped the lid open. A pair of dancing bears and a flock of birds were painted on the inside of the lid and a galloping horse spun in the center of the box. But what caught her attention was on the soft, sweet music that seemed to pour out of it. Maya took Myra onto her lap and began to sing,

"On the wind,
Cross the sea,
Hear this song and remember,
Soon you'll be home with me,
Once upon a December."

Myra hummed the melody as her sister softly closed the lid, "It's so you don't miss me when we're apart. Mother gave this to me before…" She took a breath, "Before I started my Priestess training, just before she passed." Maya was only four years older than Myra, but she acted much older. "I want you to have it, so you'll have something of hers and mine." Her sister's voice cracked and Myra looked up at her sharply. Maya's emerald eyes shone with unshed tears and she wrapped her arms around her sister tightly, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Someone cleared their throat and the sisters turned. There, leaning against the wall, was Alaster and Bakura, "Maya, can I speak with you for a moment?" the older twin's tone implying urgency. Nodding, Maya stood and left abruptly, leaving Myra and Bakura alone.

Myra opened her music box and hummed the melody, when she felt Bakura tap her shoulder, "What's that?" the girl looked up at him, "A music box. It was my mother's; Maya gave it to me for my birthday." She smiled and shut the lid. "I have something for you." He said and fished in his pocket for something, "Happy Birthday, Kitten." Placing a simple red orb around her neck, the boy kissed her forehead. Myra flushed and thanked him. "Qutaita, come here." Alec called from a group of villagers, "Coming, papa!" Leaving her music box in a maid's care, the girl told her to take it to her room, before hurrying over to her father. "This is my youngest daughter, Myra. Qutaita, this is Prince Christian. He's from Rome." The boy in front of her had bright blue eyes and blonde spiky hair; he was dressed in fine clothes and gold. Myra narrowed her eyes and glared up at her father before plastering a faux smile on her face, "Welcome to Egypt, my prince." She curtsied. "It's my pleasure, princess." He kissed her hand and bowed. The boy seemed to be a few years older than her, 'About the same age as Bakura, actually.' Myra mused to herself, "Papa, might I speak to you for a moment?" She hissed through her smile, "Excuse us, prince." Myra apologized over her shoulder as she dragged her father off to the side, "Papa! You swore, no princes!" She hissed, "Myra, listen to me. I'm getting older and your sister is becoming a priestess and your brother will soon become king. Our kingdom is becoming poor, when you are old enough, you will be married to a prince and weather he is from Egypt or not, you will be married!" Alec spoke clearly, not allowing any argument, "If you meet with some suitors now, I will allow you to choose who you want to marry then." Tears welled up in Myra's emerald orbs; she was appalled that her father would do something like this to her. Crimson light glittered faintly from the pendent around her throat.

Suddenly, there was a terrible crash and swarms of men in black poured through the windows, "Lord Aknadin, how many do we need?" A man in a tan robe entered the room; he had a silver beard and dark brown eyes that sent chills down Myra's spine when they settled on her, "Kill them all, leave no one alive!" He said and Myra's breath caught. Chaos ensued, people trying to run were being killed, and bodies hit the ground, crimson life pouring across the marble flooring. Myra was picked up by her father and given to her brother, "Alaster, get her out of here! Protect her with your life." Myra looked up at her father curiously, "Papa? What's going on?"

Alec merely turned his gaze away from his daughter and pushed her into her brother, "Myra, go!" Alaster grabbed his baby sister's arm, "Come, Myra! We must leave!" Myra nodded and let her brother lead them out of the room. Running down the hall, the siblings made their way in and out of hallways in attempts to keep the murderous men from finding the two. They suddenly stopped, "Ali?" Her brother turned to his sister and ran a quick hand through his ebony locks, "Myra, I want you to take this," Alaster slipped a silver knife into her hands and pushed her into her quarters, "Stay here until I come for you, understand?" Myra looked up and met Alaster's eyes sharply, "Alaster-" The older sibling interrupted her, shaking his head, his lively jade eyes no longer twinkling with their usual mischief, "Don't argue with me, Myra!" Myra's sage eyes slowly filled with unshed but she held them at bay, especially when Alaster planted a kiss on her forehead before shutting her in the room. Swallowing her tears, the girl wiped her eyes and slid her dagger into her sleeve, securing it, tightly to her arm with a ribbon.

Suddenly, the wooden door started to shake and splinter. Myra started to whimper and back away from the door, only to have her back hit something warm and hard. Startled, she whipped out her knife and held it to her attackers throat, her necklace glowed slightly, "Kitten, relax! It's me. Marik and I are gonna get you out of here!" Bakura held his hands up and Myra released him. The boy smiled and slipped his hand into hers, "This way, through the servant's passage!" Marik held a stone in the wall open so they could escape. The boys used to visit Myra all the time through these passages, so it wasn't a surprise that they knew where all the entrances were. Emerald eyes flitted over the chaos of the room to a nearby table, where her music box lay. Fighting against Bakura's grip, Myra started towards the table. The door gave a groan and was seconds away from falling down. "Myra, come on!" Marik grabbed the girl and started into the tunnel, "My music box." The girl insisted and Bakura grabbed the box off the table as soon as the door burst apart. Just before men poured into the room, Bakura threw a dagger, hitting the middle of a hand that gripped the door jam, "Myra, Go!" the boy pushed her into his best friend,

"Get her outta here!" Marik suddenly tugged Myra down the tunnel as Bakura shut the passageway, with him on the other side, "No! Marik we have to go back! Bakura's still in there!" Myra hissed quietly. The boy shook his head, sending his ash colored locks back and forth. He lifted the girl up into his arms to cover more ground; her necklace glowed brightly in the dark tunnel. "No, he knows what he's doing, Myra. We have to get you to safety; he'll meet up with us." Marik tried to cheer her up as he ran.

Moonlight shone white on the sand dunes in the distance as Myra was lead outside of the village, "Yeah! We're home free!" Marik cheered, but at the rustling in the dry brush next to the wall, he brought the girl closer to him. Myra's necklace glowed faintly in the dark, "I wouldn't say that." A man with onyx eyes and ash blonde hair arose from his hiding place. "Who are you?" Marik spat, "Who I am has nothing to do with you. I'm here for the girl!" Myra's eyes widened and gripped Marik's shirt, "When I'm through with you, you will end up just like them." The man pointed to the sky just above them. Myra looked up at the sky just over the village and gasped; flames licked at the sky as if trying to reach the very heavens. Cries and screams floated to the small girl and seemed to weave into her ears, searing forever into her mind.

"M-Marik, I'm scared!" Myra shook and the boy merely placed her behind him, "Myra, listen to me. When I charge him, run and don't stop until you can't see the village anymore, understand?" The girl froze at his words, wanting to say no; she couldn't bear to lose another friend. "Marik, I-" Piercing lavender eyes met her green orbs, which were shining with tears, "We'll find you, I promise." He kissed the top of her head and gently touched the ruby orb that glowed at her throat. Marik stared into her eyes for a moment before tackling the man, sending the two of them into the sand, "Myra! Go!" Her friend shouted, sending Myra stumbling into the starless desert night.

She ran until her lungs burned and her legs shook with every step. The night was dark and the moon was a sliver of white against the black. Myra hugged herself, shivering in the cold desert wind. She looked down, her necklace had stopped glowing a while ago; Marik had told her to run until she couldn't see the village, but something inside her didn't want to stop. Up ahead, she saw lights, a village? She ran to what looked like a patch of grass underneath a willow tree, and decided it looked very comfortable. Myra stumbled and crumpled into the grass, pulling out her dagger and studied it intently. It shone in the low moonlight and she could make out a detailed dragon etched on the ebony blade. It had her brother's name carved in Arabic on the silver handle.

She got lost in the beauty of the blade and thought of her friends; Marik, fighting that man, telling her to run; and Bakura telling her to run away with Marik…come to think of it, he'd never called her by her real name until that moment as he always called her, 'Kitten'. She remembered the day he gave her that nickname the moment he looked into her eyes, 'Green as Emeralds,' he had said, 'Green as a cat's.' Now, she murmured the words in an attempt to comfort herself. Her father heard the nickname and started calling her 'Kitten' as well but in Arabic, Qutaita. Myra sighed shakily, finally allowing herself tears. All she could think about was being safe in her family's arms. Tucking her knife back into the ribbon, she yawned, the effects of her run taking its toll.

When Myra disappeared into the tunnel, Bakura shut the stone and turned to face the attackers, "Where is she boy?" A man with a silver beard asked. The boy noticed an insignia on the man's cloak; the eye of Horus. The white-haired boy was dealt a sharp blow to his stomach, sending him into the stone wall. "Well? Answer me, boy!" A knife was held to his right cheek, "I don't know." Bakura cried out as the knife's tip dug its way into his skin. Aknadin, upset with the boy's answer, sliced a jagged double lined T into the boy's face. When he was through, he dropped the boy in disgust and kicked him in the stomach for good measure. Bakura clutched the music box close to his chest and blacked out, hearing the footsteps leave the room. A little while later, Marik stumbled back through the wall, the man that had attacked Myra dead. The boy glanced down at the fallen hero, who was covered in scratches and bruises. Gripping his arms, Marik lifted Bakura onto his back and started down the burning hall. When they were successfully out of the burning village, the boys sat watching their village burn. Bakura had awoken and was staring at the music box in his lap, "Where is she?" Marik looked over at his best friend, "I don't know, we were attacked and I told her to run."

The white-haired boy lunged at Marik and pinned him to the cold sand, "You idiot! She's never been outside of the village! She's in the middle of the desert, in the middle of the night, ALONE!" Bakura yelled in his face, angered. Marik kicked his friend off of him and shouted, "She is better off! If she was here, would you have been able to protect her?" Bakura's retort froze on his tongue; 'Could I have protected her?' the words swirled around in his mind. The boy sighed and helped his best friend off the ground, "Well we might as well see who survived and what we can salvage." Marik looked at the boy, "Who could have done this?" Bakura told him of the man that had beaten him and the symbol he had on his cloak, "The Pharaoh must have ordered it!" He growled and then looked back at the box that lay in the sand next to him. Marik saw this and put his hand on his shoulder, "We'll find her, I promised her that much." Nodding, Bakura walk toward the burning embers; the sun rose on the boys' dead village.

Elsewhere, a boy dressed in gold jewelry and a tan tunic was playing with a girl who wore a thin beige dress and hat, "Mana, come back!" His tri-colored hair blowing behind him as he ran after the brown haired girl, "Catch me if you can, Atem!" She stuck her tongue out at him as she ran ahead of the boy. Suddenly, she stopped and the boy almost ran into her back, "Mana, what's wrong?" She turned back towards him, deep emerald eyes glittered with tears, "Atem, is she ok?" Atem's crimson eyes looked confused and he looked behind her.

Underneath the willow tree, lay a small girl with bright auburn hair. Her torn navy gown, tangled in her legs. Her hair lay scattered in the soft grass. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed and Atem nodded, "She's breathing." The two knelt down to her and shook her, "Hey, wake up." Mana's fingers trailed over the delicate looking, ruby pendent on her neck, when it moved underneath her hand. Shrieking, Mana hid behind Atem as the girl stirred. Eyes that shone like the Nile cracked open as she struggled to rise. The boy helped her sit up and she froze underneath his touch. She turned and met the boy's crimson eyes, "Who are you?" Mana asked softly, appearing at her side. The mystery girl turned to look at her, "Who am I?" Her voice was hoarse and weak. Mana nodded, "Yeah, what's your name?" The girl shook her head,

"I don't know." Her eyes shut and she fell into the boy's arms, unconscious. Mana looked at Atem, "Can we keep her?" The boy looked at his best friend, "She's not a pet, Mana. But she needs help." Mana looked sideways at the prince, "So, we can keep her." Atem didn't reward her with an answer. With the mystery girl in his arms, he started back towards the palace with Mana bouncing happily at his side.

4,109 words! That's the longest first chapter I have ever written! Aww poor Myra! Well this only took a month and a half to be this long and good in my eyes.

I weep to see how lazy I've become. Forgive this lousy writer. She means no harm or tears.

Myra's dad calls her Qutaita, which means... you guessed it, Kitten in Arabic.

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Until next time Lovelies,

~Shikamaru'sLove