A/N: It's me again! I'm writing OrangeJuice once more...haha! To those who read my OliEnri Lorelei, sorry but I wouldn't be able to update it for a while. I'll be finishing this story first before I update Lorelei's chapter two...bear with me...anyhow, read this and enjoy!xD

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade, YuGiOh, GateKeepers and certainly not Inxs and their song Afterglow. In case I forget to disclaim in later chapters, well...I'm disclaiming now...

...and just a note before you begin...Gate Magic/Power is good magic and Shadow Magic/Power is bad magic...okay? Kid's stuff...I know...but hey...it's in the story.

The Pharaoh's Daughter

Chapter One

Pharaoh Robert fondly watched his eldest son teach his younger brother Gate Magic. The man found out that his Princess Oli, as he now called him, was gay every since the boy was seven. Prince Enrique, the said younger brother, was only two at the time and their mother was still alive. Pharaoh Robert had been, in a sense, sexually harassed by his own beautiful son. After the incident, the pharaoh, with mixed feelings, had declared a mistake at the issuance of his eldest son's gender, hence Princess Oli, then appointed Prince Enrique as heir to the throne.

Now, eight years later, there wasn't much change. Princess Oli was a devoted big "sister" to Enrique. The younger blonde was fond of him. Even if he did know of his brother's very well kept secret (can't blame him, Oliver DID look like a girl) he didn't mind and still loved him as brothers do.

Enrique's face brightened as a hieroglyph appeared above him palm on command.

"It did it!" he turned to Oliver happily. The older green-haired boy ruffled his hair and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"See?" the princess told him. "You opened your Gate Magic!" Oli smiled up at his father, who smiled back.

"All right kids..." Robert sighed after a while, rearranging his butt on the throne and summoning his High Priests. "Shoo...out the garden. Daddy's going to have a meeting. Get some fresh air."

Princess Oli nodded and affectionately carried her baby brother out the palace and into the courtyard, followed by five or so slaves.

In the brother's private garden, Enrique and Oliver sat hidden among tall roses that grew solely on Gate Power. The young blonde was making a crown of desert flowers while Oliver once again told him the story history behind Gate Magic and how he himself was taught the art by his mother.

The pair were having a peaceful time when suddenly warning horns sounded and the servants panicked, signaling some sort of invasion of the palace.

"Get Enrique outta here!" Oliver commanded sternly as they stood up, preparing to run for it. The servants whisked him away and ran to the palace, leaving Oliver rooted to his spot. The green-haired boy lost control of his limbs at the terrifying sight of fast approaching horses.

"It's him!" screamed a servant watching from the second-story window. "It's the Thief King! He's heading toward the palace!"

Lavender eyes widened as the horses drew near. Oliver defenselessly shielded himself by throwing his hands in front of him. A split second later he felt something close to the force of a boulder knock the wind out of his lungs. It was then he learned that he had been hoisted on the horse of one of the raiders as if kidnapped. The princess struggled weakly in the unearthly iron grip. He looked up in numb terror and captor...and saw a face none less than that of a god.

"Whatcha got there Johnny?" asked a tangy redhead with hair shaped like an airplane, riding on a horse beside the one Oliver was on.

"Looks like the pharaoh lost something, Tala..." Oliver's captor, Johnny, laughed.

"Surprise, surprise..." sniggered another horse-bound redhead named Michael. "It's his beloved daughter..."

"We'll return her along with her mother...The pharaoh shall be delighted..." yet another redhead replied.

"Got that right, Brooklyn..." Johnny said (he seemed to be the leader) "Raul!" he looked behind him with some difficulty to a red-haired teen who was slightly lagging behind. "Y'still alive?"

"The bitch is still hangin' on, John!" Raul shouted back.

Out of curiosity, Oliver, too looked behind him too see who the 'bitch hanging on' was. To his horror, it was his mother.

"Mama!" he managed to scream, speaking for the first time in a few horrifying minutes.

"Mama she says..." the others laughed as Johnny threw the Princess to the ground.

"Sister!" young Enrique exclaimed from behind his father's throne and ran to him, pulling his brother to the safety of the servants.

"Thanks Pharaoh..." Tala said (he was second in command). "At least some people give us poor ones money to live by..." and Oliver only noticed now that they were adorned with gold, silver and lapis lazuli.

"We just dropped by to pay our respects..." Johnny grinned. "And of course returned your most esteemed daughter." the redhead cast a haughty glance at Oliver, who was standing defiant by a servant. "I had fun..." Johnny added.

Blood rushed to the princess's cheeks as stared unflinchingly into those deep sea-violet eyes.

Pharaoh Robert was enraged. "High Priests! Bryan, Max, Rei, Garland, Mystel, Kai, Mathilda!" he commanded. "Get them!"

The addressed presented themselves respectively and threateningly displayed the awesome power of their distinct Gates.

"Not on your life..." Johnny hissed. He, Tala and the others too opened their Shadow Power. The mighty forces of the two opposing sides almost collided.

The palace was a deathly quiet except for the unearthly hum of magic. Oliver saw Johnny flash a smirk in his direction before the group disappeared.

"Papa!" the two royal children shouted and ran to the Pharaoh, dissolving into tears.

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Finally there was enough food for everyone. Michael and Raul were fighting again over the last slice not far a sand dune away. The groups had set up camp on the outskirts of the city.

"Ei! Don't you two start using your Shadow magic to fight!" Tala scolded them and went over to make sure they didn't.

"Johnny what the hell is stuck to your belt?" Brooklyn asked, sitting beside him. "You look like a prat..."

"What?" the redhead blinked and felt the said garment, then in utter bewilderment pulled out a tall rose.

Brooklyn raised an eyebrow. "You scored a biggie, Johnny..." he remarked lightly and walked away.

Johnny said nothing. He looked down at the flower in his hand. A soft smiled made itself known...

A/N: okay...to make some things clear...Oliver is addressed as the following: he, "she" when addressed by Johnny/Tala etc, "sister" by Enrique, the princess, Princess Oli, Oliver, Oli and the green-haired boy...and variations of the last one. I shall try my best not to confuse you all...