HEY GUYS!!!! I"M BACK (for now)

I'm so sorry about not posting for so long!! Anyways, not sure how much sense this chapter will make right now but everything in this story will eventually come together. Don't worry, I have a plan *insert evil laugh*. 

Anyways, Enjoy this chapter and inbox me with any questions or suggestions about the book!

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At the boarder of the Shadow Realm…this can’t be happening.  Looking to Yumi’s unconscious body, I feel my stomach begin to sink; this sense of fear and doubt flooding the minds of everyone in the room. None of us are sure of exactly what happened when the puzzle and the bracelet brought us all to this realm. It seems, however, that we are safe for now.

We know that Duel Monsters can be seen in this world, which explains why the Ancient Saiyaness Oseye can be seen. We also know that any spirit can be seen as a normal person- explains why Yami and I appear to have our own bodies now. However we do not know how to leave or how to put Yumi’s soul back where it belongs. This could pose problems.

“I’m still confused,” Bulma says walking towards Yami with a hint of caution; she takes glances between Yami and I. She comes up in front of me, eyeing me with slight confusion and disbelief. Bulma takes her hand and slowly places it on my shoulder, trying to confirm that I am, in fact, not a hallucination, “You were not here a few minutes ago.” Bulma then looks over her shoulder, dropping her hand from my person, “And neither were you.” She directs towards Yami.

Her eyes were wide, like a dear in headlights. I could tell that she was very surprised by Yami and my sudden appearance. She looks between the two of us multiple times, “Yumi, what is going on?”

“Bulma, you have to understand,” Gohan begins stepping forward a bit, “The two spirits are here because of the realm we are in. In the real world we can not see them.”

“We’re in a different realm!?” 

Harley then steps forward, placing two hands on Bulma’s shoulders, “Bulma I know this is a lot to take in, but trust me when I say that you helping will make all the difference in trying to find the spirit’s memories.”

I can see that Bulma still does not fully understand what is happening around her; if I where in her position I would be baffled to say the least. She would glance between Yami and I several times while letting the information sink in.

“Well then,” The Ancient Saiyaness/Yumi says coming up to Bulma, “I guess we should start with the introductions since now you have been pulled into our crazy little world.” Yumi introduces Bulma to Yami and tells her the entire story of how he came to be, with a little help from Yugi to fill in the details. But as I watch them, I can see the curiosity in Bulma’s eyes as Yumi explains everything to her. I can also see that Yami can sense the curiosity as he stands off to the side, not saying a word, something totally out of his character.

Yumi then turns to me, all gazes lie on me, “And this,” Yumi says taking Bulma’s arm, guiding her over to me in excitement, “This is Yuma.” I stare up to the taller, blue haired women in slight curiosity as she does the same with me.

We both just observe each other for a few moments, then Bulma takes my hand with a smile, “It’s nice to meet you Yuma.” She says kind-heartedly. I feel slight relief wash over me knowing that Bulma excepts Yami and I, this should make everything a lot easier knowing that we have another reliable friend. “And Yuma came back to this world in practically the same way?” Bulma asks looking over to Yumi’s soul still clad in the Ancient Saiyaness clothing.

“Basically.” She confirms. As Yumi went on to describe the situation at hand in clearer detail, I sat on the side of the bed and tried to think of any explanations as to why Yumi is with us as the Ancient Saiyaness.

So now the question at hand is: Is Yumi’s soul the Ancient Saiyaness or is only part of it? I looked over the soul with Yumi’s face and the Ancient Saiyaness’ clothing; eyeing her up and down. Yumi’s Soul and the Ancient Saiyaness’ monster spirit being one in the same do make a lot of sense. But then how did that come to be? If an ancient version of Yumi lived in the same time period as Yami and I when we were real people, then it is possible that she had a monster spirit living inside her. But on the other hand, we have no clue as to what time period that is and if that is even a valid conclusion.

It’s also possible that the Ancient Saiyaness had never lived in the physical world and came into this time period as Yumi. Again though, that still might be way off from the truth. I sigh heavily as I look away from the Ancient Saiyaness and towards Yumi’s unconscious body, Why can’t you just tell us, or is that part of your memory gone like Yami and my own?

“Hey Yuma?” I jump a little from the sudden pull from my own thoughts. I whip my head around to look at the person, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Bulma says with a genuine smile gracing her face.

I push myself up to adjust my position so I can face her, “No need to apologize, I wasn’t paying any attention.”

Bulma takes the chair a few feet from her and pulls it towards the bed, sitting in it as she begins to speak, “Well, since this is probably the only time I will get to talk to you separate from Yumi; I have a few questions.” Her expression now was serious, not hint of humor or intention of having a light conversation.

I can feel my stomach twist a little, not knowing what the women will ask, “Uh…sure. I’ll answer them to my best.”

The blue haired women’s serious expression softened a little, much to my relief, and she asked her first question, “So You are a spirit as well as the other man standing by Yumi.” The “other man” must be Yami.

I shift my gaze to Yami and then back to Bulma, “Yes. We were both trapped in our own Millennium Items, mine being the bracelet,” I hold up the golden bracelet that I wear on my right wrist, “And Yami over there came out of the upside-down pyramid that’s hanging around his neck. That is the Millennium Puzzle. Both of our souls laid dormant in these objects for who-knows-how-long and were released when the items where put back together.”

“They were originally in pieces?” Bulma asks.

“Well yes, the pendant is called the “millennium puzzle” after all.” I say with a slight laugh in my voice.

“Interesting,” Bulma says, wonder and awe lining her words, “Do either of you know how you got there?”

“No.” I respond flatly, suddenly feeling a little depressed.

“Where your from?”

“Nope.”

“Birthday?”

“Still no.”

“Family?”

“None as far as we know.”

“Then are the names you two have now really your own?” That is when Yami’s attention was also caught by the question.

My eyes grew sad and I looked away towards the wall on my right, “No I…we, remember nothing of our past.” I could hear the choking sound in my voice as I spoke and cursed to myself, I must not show any weakness…not now. I cleared my throat, “But there is a reason for Yami’s and my return; that we are sure of and we intend to find it.”

Bulma sat back, crossing her arms. Her face held this looking of pity, but also a feeling of astonishment,  “Well by the looks of things, both of you are pretty young; somewhere in the neighborhood of seventeen to eighteen years old.” Her eyes close and her head hangs a bit, “Amazing, that both of you were thrown into this at such a young age. I can’t imagine the terrible pains you both must be feeling.”

I guess I had never thought about it that way, about feeling this terrible pain. I’ve been fine with Yumi; she’s kept me happy in the midst of all this. I’ll admit that I had some moments, but nothing I would consider a “terrible pain”. But I guess with ignorance towards ones past comes the comfort of not having to know what really happened. But as for Yami I never know. He is not easy to read, never really has been; at least that is what I gather.

“We get by,” I hear Yami say. I pick my head up and look over to him. He stood tall, but his bangs hung in his eyes, I could tell that he may have been hurting a bit inside, “Going through this with someone else makes it more bearable.”

Bulma took that as her cue to not press the subject any further. She turned herself a bit more in the chair so that she could face Yumi, “So I have to ask you Yumi,” She begins, “what’s with the get up?”

Yumi definitely looked taken aback by the question, but at the same time I think she was wondering the same thing the whole time, “I’m not sure to be honest.”

“It’s because your soul is the monster spirit of the Ancient Saiyaness,” Yami interjects definitely, “We can all see monster spirits in this world; therefore we can see Yumi. It’s the only logical explanation.”

“I don’t exactly see how that is logical.” Gohan comments from the side.

“Or possible!” Yugi exclaims, “I know that Yumi’s soul was trapped in the Ancient Saiyaness card back in Duelist Kingdom; but that was because Pegasus put her there! There’s no way that Yumi is a Duel Monster!” I noticed something in his voice when he spoke, I could hear the shock but also this sense of hurt. I don’t understand it myself; I just heard it.

“I’m just explaining the situation Yugi,” Yami begins again in a firm voice, not yet a shout but definitely more then his normal voice, “I don’t know why or how.” I can see Yugi shrink back a bit, looking confused as ever.

“Well there has to be some crazy explanation.” Bulma exclaims.

Everyone in the room turns at look at Yumi. She stood there nervously, twirling her now long hair with her fingers and keeping her gaze locked on the floor. I could see her nervous fidgeting from where I was sitting. This is strange; rarely does Yumi get like this around people she knows well.

Yugi’s face hardens in impatience, “Well, do you have a crazy explanation for us?” I couldn’t help but cringe a little at Yugi’s cold tone of voice; a tone you almost never hear from him.

Yumi does not even react to his tone, “Trust me, the explanation I have is a bit more than crazy.” She says, rubbing the back of her neck nervously, “Even I don’t quite understand it.”

I take an opportunity to speak, “Yumi, if you have any insight as to what’s happening you should share it.”

Yumi turns her gaze towards the floor, her expression covered by her long hair. Her thumb twiddled nervously in front of her as she tried to find the right words, “W-well,” she brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear, and now I could see the nervous expression engraved in her features, “I-I mean, I guess…I honestly don’t really know what it means but…” Yumi’s voice is shaky, but still you can make out the words that she is struggling so hard to find. I guess what ever the explanation is a hard one to tell to others.

“Yumi, your gonna have to use your words,” Harley flatly cuts in,  “I haven’t learned to speak gibberish.”

Yumi took in a deep breath in attempt to calm herself, “As crazy as it sounds, this is not the first time my soul has dwelled on this earth.” Everything in the room fell silent as questioning looks arose on the faces of every on the room. Could that be it?, “I mean, ever since I was little I have had dreams of a life in another time period. In fact, in those dreams, I looked exactly as I do now. And every time I would have these dreams, I would feel safe. Everything around me would seem so familiar and I would see people in those dreams…”

If what she says is true, then this could be a break through! If, now I know this is a really big “if”, but if Yumi comes from the same time period as Yami and myself, then maybe in one of these dreams she saw Yami and I. Even if she didn’t see us, maybe she heard something about us. Anything would be a breakthrough at this point. But how would we know? Even that part of Yumi’s mind is out of my reach.

“What do you mean?” Yami asks. He moves so that he stood in front of Yumi, placing his hands on her shoulders and bending down a bit so that he was at eyelevel, “Whom did you see?”

~Yumi’s P.O.V.~

“Whom did you see?” Why would he need to know that? I barely even remember what they look like. I look to Yami completely baffled, I could not remember who I saw in those dreams. I just remember having them; not where they were, who was in them (at least no one specific), what they were about, nothing! It’s as though I were not supposed to see them at all. As soon as I wake up, I can recall nothing from the dreams. I just know that I have them.

Yami shook my shoulders gently to bring me out of my thoughts, “Yumi, whom did you see?” Yami asks again, this time with a bit more urgency in his voice.

“No one specific.” I say firmly, “I just vaguely remember these two figures. Both of their eyes are shadowed out but everything else is fairly clear.”

“Could you draw them out?” Yuma chimed in from the corner, still sitting by my unconscious body. Her voice also held this sense of urgency. But as I think hard about it, I can see the faded image that resides in my sub-consciousness. It is nothing more than to people, both with crazy hair and on the slim side.

With this possible lead I say, “I could try, no guarantee that they’ll look like anything.” I snake out of Yami’s gentle grip on my shoulders and make my way over to the desk in the corner. Sitting down, I try to picture the eyeless people in clearer detail and begin to draw them out.

Slowly, I create line by line. Erasing and drawing, erasing and drawing, that’s basically how it goes when I draw. I never was the best when it came to putting my mental images on paper; I could really only draw by going off a picture for reference. But this time was different. As soon as the first few lines went on the paper, everything else came almost effortlessly. I could almost feel the eyes drilling into my back, trying to look through me to see the picture (and yes I do know that I am currently a spirit and can actually be seen through). But as I drew, I felt entranced; whatever I was drawing was not registering in my head.

Only when I had put the pencil down did I see whom I had drawn; I was stunned to say the least.

The First one drawn was the girl; not the one I recognized immediately. Her age was about seventeen or eighteen and she stood at about five foot four inches inches tall. Her hair was tri-colored and long, but it was not my hair. There were more maroon tips and a few more golden pieces in her bangs. It was not my face on the paper either, much sharper and older looking then my own. Her build, however, was similar to my own. Only after I had looked at the girl for a minute or so did I realize who she was.

The second person in the picture, a man, was easy to recognize once the image was on the paper. He had to have been about seventeen or eighteen and his features were sharp as well. He’s slightly muscular but still on the short side, five foot six inches or a little more than. His hair is what made me recognize him. The hair was tri-colored again and was shaped somewhat like a star. The face and the hair together is what made everything seem so obvious.

My gaze shifted over from the paper over to Yami, who I find to be sanding almost directly over me. Then my shocked stare traveled from him to Yuma, “Oh my gods.”

That’s when I felt myself begin to fade away. My head began to go fuzzy and my “body” felt numb. I look down to my hands to see that slowly they begin to fade away. I stand up from the chair, knocking it back onto the floor. Anyone that had not been paying attention suddenly turns my way, “Yumi! What’s happening to you?!” That was the last thing I heard before I fell into unconsciousness.

“Oseye! Wake the hell up!” A deeper, smooth female voice spoke.

“Come on! We’re gonna be late!” A light male voice said.

“I don’t think shaking her will do anything…” A deeper, rich male voice chimed in. My weary eyes opened slowly as the harsh sunlight pierced my vision. I groaned inaudibly in protest to the bright light

“I agree with the prince, you guys are going to give the poor girl a concussion.” An equally deep, but smoother male voice spoke. I roll over onto my other side, and out of the grip someone had made on my bare shoulders.

“Oseye! If you don’t wake up now then there won’t be any food left!” The lighter male voice spoke again.

“Anyone who touches my food shall die!!”I exclaim, bolting up from my apparent sprawled position on the floor. I look up to my three friends and my sister. All of them look down on me with slightly surprised expressions, dazed from my nap and slightly confused on how I got outside, “Uh…how did I get outside?”

“You were sleep walking again,” Mahad, the leading sorcerer’s apprentice in the palace, says as he extends a hand my way. I take it and he hoists me to my feet.

Mahad was probably one of my first friends here at the palace. He’s a good looking fellow; tall at about five foot ten and still growing, light brown hair down to his shoulders, and sea blue eyes. His skin is a light brown, an average skin tone for the people of Egypt, and he wears white clothes with gold accessories. Currently Mahad is currently eighteen years old, much older than myself, and is the top running sorcerers apprentice. And now you must be thinking, how did I come to know Mahad? Well it goes like this…

When I first came to Egypt, I was…how you say…less than fit for palace living. That’s right, I am not originally from Egypt; but that is a story for another time. You see I was brought to the palace under special conditions, my sister and I both. After many less than graceful events had occurred, my sister and I were allowed to live in the palace under a condition; that we work as servants to the Pharaoh’s court. My sister and I were less than happy, but we were at least grateful for the accommodations. Mahad had approached us when I was nine and my sister was ten and ever since then we have been good friends.

Once balanced, I dust myself off, “Is this sleep walking habit of yours become a new development?” The older prince asks me.

The older Prince, or “Yami” as we’ve all come to call him, is next in line for the throne of Egypt. He’s cute to say the least but a bit on the short side, maybe five foot four inches but he still has a few years of growing left. The prince is older than me by one year and the same age as my sister; they are both fourteen. He also has light brown skin but has these eyes that are sharp and pools of crimson and amethyst. His features are sharp for a fourteen year old and he has a bit of muscle on him. His hair is what gets me, because it so similar to my own, my sisters, and the princes brother. His hair is tri-colored with a black base, maroon tips, and blond bangs that are held at bay by his crown.

And now for how I came to know the prince; we met him as my sister and I worked as servants. The first time was when my sister and I were bussing drinks back and forth from the kitchen to the prince’s lessons. It was tiring to say the least, but after a while the prince noticed our fatigue and told us that we did not need to get drinks on his behalf; however his teacher was being less than generous that day. Either way his efforts to be nice even towards servants were appreciated. And from there my sister and I saw him more and more. Eventually Mahad had brought us all closer together.

“Not necessarily.” My sister, whom we all call “Yuma”, says in my place, “Oseye has been a sleepwalker ever since she was young. However she would normally get a few steps then fall on the floor to sleep for the rest of the night.” Yuma comes up and loops her arm around my shoulders, “Lately you’ve been going farther and farther.”

Yuma and I have been through thick and thin together. Like I said earlier; the story of our origin is for another time, but because of our “heritage” we are set so far apart from everyone else. It’s made us different from everyone we know; some even consider us to be dangerous or deadly. But nonetheless, we are still people; we are just s bit different.

Anyways, my sister looks very similar to me and because we are so close in age people have mistaken us a twins. She is slightly taller than myself at five foot three inches. Her hair is longer than mine but has the same basic style; blank base, maroon tips, and blond lighting-shaped bangs. Her eyes are sharp pools of dark amethyst and her features are sharp. She is a slim girl, but covered in lean muscles.

“At this rate,” Heba, Yami’s younger brother and second in line the the throne, starts coming up next to me, “we’re gonna have to tie you to the bed.”

Heba looks a lot like his older brother. They have the same build and general look, but there are a few distinct differences. First off, Heba’s face is rounder and more childish looking compared to his older brothers. Along with that, Heba’s eyes are rounder and are a lighter shade of amethyst. His hair has a few less golden bangs, but other than that everything else is practically the same. His skin is also lighter than his brother’s, but not by much.

Once I had met Yami, Heba followed closely behind. Yuma and I would notice that Heba was almost always by his brother’s side especially when they were young. As they grew older and more mature, they were not together as much due to both of them having separate but equally busy schedules. In spite of that, they still remain close and are probably one of the most caring set of brothers that Yuma and I have ever come across in our years of traveling

“Trust me, ropes won’t hold her.” Yuma jokes, ruffling my hair with the arm draped across my shoulders, “In fact, I’m not sure that even any metals around here would hold her in one space.”

I huff to myself, “You’re one to talk…” I say flicking her in the side of the head, “You can’t stay still for more than five minutes!”

“Before you two go off and have another petty argument,” Mahad cuts in, stepping between my sister and I and placing his hands on each of our shoulders, “We have to return the throne room immediately. It’s a big day for the prince’s.”

“That’s right!” Yuma exclaims taking my hand in hers, “And we need to get ready.” Yuma grabs my hand and begins her mad dash towards the nearest entrance to the palace.

“Be sure to wear something nice!” Heba yells to us as we run towards the entrance to the palace. I look back to wave at the three boys, and I see a light blush dusted across both of the prince’s faces; Mahad stands to the side with a knowing smirk on his face. ‘That’s odd…’ I thought to myself. I raise an eyebrow, which I’m sure they didn’t see, but then decide to shrug it off.

A huge smile grows across my features. Today is the day that Prince Yami and Prince Heba will choose their future wives! The whole Kingdom has already begun to gather outside the palace walls. But it seems like they are so young to be making such a big decision. But I guess that is just the way it is in Egypt. I’ve heard rumors going around the palace that the princes have chosen girls that live within the palace walls.

My sister and I have known about this for a while and always tease the princes about it. ‘Maybe you should choose the cute servant girl!’ or ‘The daughter of the noblemen that came by is supposedly very sweet.’ It’s been like this for close to a year. The princes say that they both already know whom they will choose; supposedly they have known for some time now. But no matter how much Yuma or myself poke at them for an answer, they give us this smirk and say nothing at all. Another thing that ticks me is that Mahad also knows, and he won’t tell either!

Yuma dragged me all throughout the corridors of the palace on our way to our shared bedroom. She ran with great haste and excitement while I was lost in my own thoughts. ‘What if the princes were to pick one of us? No, that's crazy. We are good friends and nothing more. I could not even imagine them finding us to be anymore than friends. But even still, there is always that slim possibility. And I guess the slim possibility is what I cling on to for comfort.’

As Yuma and I bounced along through the corridors, I happen to notice some of the female servants giving us these looks. Not necessarily dirty ones, but ones of envy almost. That look in someone’s eyes that cuts right through you, but at the same time you aren’t afraid just confused. I kept my gaze towards the floor for the rest of the mad dash.

My sister and I are no more special in the eyes anyone in the palace than themselves. We are merely servants to the pharaoh; as any citizen of Egypt is. The only reason we were released from actual servitude was because the Prince Yami and Prince Heba had wanted us relieved of our duties. Now we are simply here to fill empty rooms, at least that is what I think of our purpose to be. 

"Oseye? Are you there?" Yuma asks, finally beginning to slow her hot pursuit down to a slow jog

"Y-yeah," I begin suddenly, not having really gathered my words, "I'm just lost in my own thoughts."

Yuma and I come up to the doorway of our room and she pushes the beige curtains aside so that we can enter. I go in first and then she follows, "Really, that's a rare thing for you." She says with a snicker, "Since you are so deep in thought, I'm interested. So spill, what's got you so riled up?"

"I-it's nothing" I stutter, knowing that my true feelings about a certain person are severely frowned upon by my older sister. I move quickly past her and go straight to the closet. 

"Well I have a feeling I know what it's about considering that fact that your face is all red." Yuma's voice was almost toneless, showing her disappointment and agitation in my weakness, "I've told you before and I will tell you again if I must." That next part came out almost like a threat; definitely my cue to not push the subject any further

I let my head drop a little so I could escape her gaze, "No need, I already know there's no way it could happen." I sigh heavily and grab one of my long beige skirts with a long slit that goes up the side of my right leg, 'But a girl is allowed to dream'. I also pick out my light blue crop shirt and bring the articles over to the bed. I lay them out on the bed, looking over my clothing choice carefully, ‘I’m sure this will do. We are, after all, just guests.’

“Yumi! Yumi! YUMI GOD DAMN IT SAY SOMETHING!!” I can hear Harley’s voice, but to me it sounds distant. It’s so strained, like she’s been crying. Harley…crying? She never cries, never once have I seen her cry in my entire life. I can only hear what is going on around me; my eyes don’t want to open.

I try and open my eyes a little, but the blinding light of the fluorescent bulbs above my head prevents me from opening them fully. I don’t have the strength the let out a groan, but I shut my eyes tight, “Harley, calm down.” I hear Gohan say to her. I can hear the collective sobs of Harley and Bulma; light and unsteady. Geez, did I die and not know about it?

I felt someone’s hand tighten their gentle hold on my hand. “Sebastian, that bastard is going to die…” I couldn’t help but mentally jump a little at Yugi’s words. His tone, the words themselves, they were not Yugi. They were anything but Yugi. Those words not even Yami’s either. Something deep inside Yugi snapped because of the events that have occurred.

My body feels numb, but at the same time I feel excruciating pain everywhere. I try to move the fingers on my right hand, but even that I have trouble with. Whoever was holding my hand noticed my slight movement, I heard a gasp, “She’s awake!” I hear Gohan exclaim.

 I again try to open my eyes, and this time I have success. The first thing I see is the bright light above my head, slightly blinding bright lights. I clutch my eyes tight for a second, trying to shield my unusually sensitive eyes. “Turn down the lights.” Harley says. Almost instantly the lights begin to dim and I open my eyes.

The first person I notice is Gohan, sitting right next to my hospital bed and clutching my hand in a firm grip. His face etched with relief, but I can see signs of worry in his eyes. Next I see Harley, standing right behind Gohan with her had on his shoulder. I could see Harley’s glassy eyes that confirmed my suspicions about her crying. On my left, standing right next to the bed was Bulma, also holding prominent signs of crying in her eyes.

And finally I look to the foot of my bed and see Yugi standing there with an expression of pure relief, but I noticed that something was off. His face showed the expression of relief, but his eyes showed signs of fear. I had a feeling that once he knew of my true power he would become hostile towards me. I was so afraid of this happening but I guess it was bound to happen.

Even the most excepting of people have their limits.

To be continued…

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SR: PLease no one kill me cuz this is another "to be continued"

Yumi: I can't believe that dream tho...things are starting to make sense to me.

Yuma: Really, becasue I'm still lost.

Yumi: You're not supposed to have any memories, that's why.

SR: anyways, I can guarantee nothing about when the next posting will be up. But I promise to try my hardest to make the next chapter extra special ;)

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