You were full of excitement. You could barely restrain yourself from pacing. Tonight your troupe was performing at the Pharaoh's palace. You hadn't been born into the troupe, but they had taken you in as a child. They had found you in the desert when you were about ten.
The first time you had seen them perform you were enthralled. Especially by the dancers. They moved their bodies in ways you hadn't thought possible. Curving, spinning, leaping, they made it all look graceful. You had worked hard to become an amazing dancer. And tonight, it would be proven.
The troupe leader had told you that you were finally good enough to perform. Most in the troupe had known this for a while; the troupe leader was just stubborn. But you were amazing. Your hips shook beautifully and the entire dance was sensual. Though that was practically the opposite of your personality. You were rather shy.
As your troupe walked up to the Pharaoh's Palace you almost trembled with anticipation. Your first dance. At a PALACE. It was too wonderful to possibly be real. But it was. You had heard stories of the Pharaoh. He was said to be young, a bit severe and handsome.
You approached the throne room. The Pharaoh entered and sat in his throne. You could not get a good look; you had to stay away until it was your turn to perform. First were the jugglers. It always amazed you how they were not afraid in the least to juggle torches lit with fire. You would faint from fear.
Next was the comedy act. You had seen their routine countless times but still could not help but to let a giggle escape your lips. The two other dancers raised their fingers to their lips and shushed you. You looked down guiltily. You had been told to be silent; you knew you had to be.
It was your turn. You quickly calmed your nerves and carefully walked to the center of the room with the other dancers. You were in the center. The attention was focused mainly on you seeing as how you were the youngest and the prettiest. It could not be helped. The other two just didn't have the most appealing faces. That's where their veils helped. You did not have one.
The dance was about half-way through when you finally looked into the eyes of the Pharaoh. And they stayed there. The rumors were true. He was definitely handsome. You and he watched each other the entire dance. His purple eyes were enchanting.
When it was time to leave you were stopped. Two guards came and lifted you up. "She'll be coming with us." they informed the troupe. "Why is that?!" asked the troupe master angrily. "Pharaoh desires her." was their simple response as they walked away. A light blush covered you face. 'Pharaoh… wants me?'
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You have been living at the palace for months now. You are the Pharaoh's private dancer. Every night you are called to his chambers, he never seemed to grow tired of your dancing. Every time you went you could feel his eyes on you. It sent pleasurable shivers down your spine. You had grown to love the man.
But you were a lowly dancer. Nothing but a leaf in the path of a strong gust of wind. There was no possible way for him to desire you the way you wished he would. He was probably using you. And when he was tired of your petty dances you would be disposed of.
This was not true. Tonight, when you danced in his chambers Pharaoh Atemu was going to make you his. He no longer wanted you as a dancer. Like his eyes were wonderful to you the same was for him with your eyes. They were purple, like his own. But unlike his they were soft, gentle.
He had grown to love you, also. And he had decided that since he was Pharaoh he would have whoever he wished. And he chose you. Why, he did not know. He didn't know why he loved you. He just did. He constantly sent guards to make sure no harm befell you. He examined you when you thought you were alone. This was how he knew you loved stars.
You entered the room. He beckoned you to him. Surprised, you walked over. This had never happened before. It was confusing. When you came within his grip, he grabbed you and kissed you passionately. You heart beat quickly. 'What's going on?'
Not being able to deny that you enjoyed it, you kissed back. When he was finished he simply stared at you. A flush rose to your cheeks and he smirked upon sight. "You are mine." he said, as if telling you the weather. "Eh?" "And no one else's." With that, you were drawn into another torrent of kisses.
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Atemu was surprised when Yugi informed him that he had a lover in his previous life. "A lover?" he asked curiously. "Yes!" was Yugi's excited response. "She was said to be a dancer, beautiful, with purple eyes." "Ah." He struggled to remember but could not.
He knew lovers were important for Pharaoh's. Even with his memory loss he could figure that out easily. "What was her name?" he asked young Yugi. "Sayuri San." 'San…'
The name was in the back of his mind. But he could not connect it to a person. Yet the name held unimaginable importance somehow. Like this person was his life. But Atemu could not remember. 'I must find the God Cards.' he told himself, very determined. "I have to remember who she was." "What?" "Nothing…"
