Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Memories of Shadow and Light ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

A.N. Thanks for all the reviews! ^-^ I don't think I've ever received twenty reviews for two chapters. ^-^ As you can all see I'm back with chapter 2, and I Just wanted to say once more if anyone feels that my writing isn't as good as it could be, let me know, and I'll boost it up. ^-^ Now on with the chapter!

 

 

Chapter Two

 

“Yugi's… gone.” Yami repeated the same statement again, the dry feel of the words feeling out of place in his mouth. His chest felt tight with a deep sense of loss even as his mind denied the fact that his light, his partner was gone.

And yet, he was.

“Gone? What the hell do you mean by that Yami! Yugi can't possibly be…” Jonouchi's voice sounded angered and yet it trailed off distantly at the utter lack of response. Jonouchi fell silent with his own pain, but Yami was nearly completely unaware of it. His body and mind still numb, running frantically over the blurred memories of the past few moments.

Aibou… where are you? Why are you hiding from me?

Yami's breath came faster as a new feeling washed over him, one he was desperately unused to, panic. It was the icy fingers of that emotion that forced him from his motionless stance. Burning anger washed over his senses as he stood, eyes glaring over toward the professor who stood as shocked and motionless as Yugi's Ojii-san was.

Yugi blunted his glare when the professor gasped stumbling and falling to his knees, but his softened look had not been for that man but for the white-shocked terror that pained the elderly Muto's face.

“Y… Y…Yugi wa….” His sentence trailed off, and Yami had to look away from the desperation in the others face.

Ra damn it! What in the name of Hetepes-Sekhus, is going on around here! Yami spun around to look at the two mummies wrapped around each other in death, and felt a cold chill run down his spine.

“It isn't possible. Yugi cannot exist in that time if he exists here, I would have remembered him… and if he dies there… how is it possible for him to be here now? The shadow realm would have taken him. His innocence and light too much for it to let escape.” Yami said in a tight voice, trying to tell his mind that of the two bodies in there one was not his little light.

He wanted to do something, move forward, fight, find Yugi and drag him back, but how was he to do that when he had no place to start? Yami cursed under his breath at his own inability to protect Yugi.

Why didn't I listen to him? Yugi didn't want to come here, I felt it… I knew his fear, and yet… I made him come…

Yami's fist shook violently at his side, his mind plaguing him with memories of the small boy shivering against the wall as he sobbed, uncontrollable fear coursing through his body, a fear he could not explain, one that Yami should have understood.

“Somehow he knew…”

“The balance has been restored… it's balancing factor would have to have known.”

Yami jerked around at the oddly familiar voice, eyes widening in shocked horror at the tall Egyptian man who stood holding the Millennium key and the scales of truth.

“Shadi.” Yami growled out, finding an outlet for his rage and anger.

Jonouchi beat him to the man's side as he reached out and grabbed the man by the front of his garbs screaming into his face. “What the hell have you done to Yugi you bastard! Bring him back or so help me I'll—“

From behind him Yami could hear Sugoroku gasp in shock, the professor had either passed out or his mind had simply cut out as the other made no more sounds what so ever.

“I have done nothing to the one known as Yugi. It was his fate that he start his mission this day.” Jonouchi seemed less than pleased with Shadi's explanation and brought a fist back to strike, when Yami stepped in grabbing the taller boy's had.

“Yami!” Jonouchi snapped, and Yami knew the blond was most likely glaring at him but pulled back the boy's fist none the less.

“Stop it, Jonouchi, he's the only one with answers…” Yami could feel the tension in his friends arm as the boy fought with himself before allowing his arm to drop with a snort.

“Damn it!”

Yami agreed with him but kept that notion to himself as he met Shadi's hardened stare. “Why is my Aibou's soul room no longer with in me?”

Shadi seemed to regard his question for a long moment before responding, and when he did his voice rang with a deafening quality that made Yami's stomach twist and his eyes to widen in shock. “His soul has returned to his origin. There for until he returns to this time, you are all that's left to preserve his body.”

“What?” Yami whispered harshly, his heart dropping quickly as the man continued to speak, his fingers growing quickly numb.

“The soul room has been opened, Pharaoh. In order for balance to be kept, the light must return to set things in motion, in order for the world to survive.” Shadi said in a grave tone.

“Like that makes any sense, stop speaking in riddles you quack!” Jonouchi bellowed from where he stood next to Yugi's grandfather. “Right Yami?”

There was a silent pause as Jonouchi turned to regard the Pharaoh, “Yami…?” His rising fear was evident in his voice, but Yami could not hear it, as all his color drained from his face, as a cold grasp of utter helplessness wrenched a hold of him, the panic welling up to consume him.

No…

Crimson eyes turned to the mummies in fear, his heart slamming painfully into his ribs.

Aibou…

 

^^^^^

 

It was hot.

That was the first thing on his mind as Yugi continued to trudge through the sand dunes, his insides numb and cold as his feet dragged through the heavy sand. His feet felt as if they were swimming inside of his sneakers and he doubted very seriously that he would every be able to wear his socks comfortably again after this.

He sighed, hunching his shoulder's higher in an attempt to disappear into the crowds of people around him, but it only seemed to make him stand out more. Why? Usually my school uniform keeps me hidden… here its' like a neon yellow stripper sign… Yugi felt like crying.

Since he collapsed that morning, screaming and sobbing for well over an hour, waiting for his yami to realize his pain and come to his aid, the sun had risen, and remembering what Yami said about deserts, Yugi had forced himself to his feet and stumbled in the direction the sun rose from. Yami had made mention that the Nile flowed from the pulse of the rising sun. Yugi had teased him then for his poetic speech, but now the memory gave him a solid hope. He wasn't sure that this place was even Egypt, but if he kept traveling that way at least he'd be going somewhere. After the first three hours, a flicker of hope rose inside his chest when he realized that if he was there then Yami must also be elsewhere, and all he had to do was find him. It was a slim chance, with the fact that even though Yami could project a solid body of his own, it was difficult for him to sustain it far from the millennium puzzle, but still Yugi clung to that hope all the same.

When he'd first stumbled upon a group of people, Yugi was extremely happy. Jumping a bit with an intense joy that finally he wasn't completely alone, he'd called out and moved toward them, only to at first realize that they had no clue what he was saying, and then once they saw him they paled and fell to their knees muttering so quickly that Yugi could hardly translate the scattered hieratic language. It was after realizing that they were speaking that ancient language that Yugi noticed the difference in their attire, and darkness of their skin. Yugi tried to get them to stand, but his mere presence seemed to terrify them, so he'd quickly left them in their white, dust clung, robes feeling as if he'd fallen back in time to before he'd assembled the puzzle.

Yugi sighed, as yet another crowd of people looked his way before whispering and bowing their heads low to avoid his eye contact. What's wrong with me?! Haven't you seen a Japanese high schooler before?! At least, that's what he wanted to say, but he stayed quiet picking up the pace a bit. He wasn't sure why all the people where acting so weird, or why their were rebuilding the pyramid's, but he had no one to question about this kind of stuff so Yugi brushed it off as being some Arabic thing, considering how most of Egypt was now populated with the Arabians. … So why are all these people still speaking Sekh shat? Yugi stopped in his movements to ponder that question, standing straight in the middle of what appeared to be a very small and run down market place, with small venders, selling what appeared to be grain and meats, and some odds and ends. Wait a minute… if their speaking Sekh Shat…and the Pyramids are being rebuilt… then that means—Yugi's panic started to rise up harshly and he lifted startled hands toward his cheeks. A crash from behind startled Yugi from his thoughts and he jumped around noticing a white clothed figure, standing with wide startled eyes.

Yugi blinked in concern, noticing the shattered pot that had spilt what appeared to have once been water across the sandy ground. “Daijoubu?” Yugi questioned before he could stop himself, and immediately smacked himself in the forehead for his slip up. Kuso! I have to stop doing that… Glancing back up he noticed that the man seemed to be even more frightened of him than before. Yugi reached out a hand, moving toward the scared man stumbling slightly over his own words, trying to recall how Yami had taught him to pronounce the words and stresses. “Are you all right?”

The man's native language, seemed to snap him from his frozen state and he screamed turning and running from him, only two words clear in Yugi's ringing ears. “Shadow Games!”

Yugi's amethyst widened in horror and he stepped back and away from the fleeing man, his heart thundering in his ears, like a morbid beat of a drum. He knows… about the shadow games?! But how? And why would he think of them when seeing me? Yami's been dead for over 3,000 years… how could he… Unless, Yami's already here! Yugi turned around blinking, searching the faces of the crowd who surrounded him. They all quickly avoided his eyes, and he called out to them, his voice wavering in his second language, “Have you seen him? Have you seen Yami?! Please, tell me, I need to find him!”

Not one of them answered him, and if he drew close to them at all, they dropped to their knees, bowing low. What is going on! Why won't anyone help me! In his frustration, Yugi turned and bolted down the streets. His heart daring him to move as quickly as it beat.

His body was quickly over heating inside of his school uniform, but Yugi didn't much care, his mind humming with the agonized screams to his darkness, begging the other part of his soul to answer. Yami! Yami, onegai! YAMI!!!

Only the echo of the empty space where their link should have been , responded. Yugi closed his eyes, pushing himself to move faster, and due to this, missed the girl who stepped out in front of him, and collided painfully into her, knocking her back onto her back side. The collision caused Yugi to spin and topple onto his side were he stayed for several minutes, shaking in his misery.

“Watch where you're running, kid! The guards do not take kindly to impudent little speed mice, running around near the pr-aA.“ The girl's voice was curt and slightly recognizable as she lectured him about being too close to the palace, but Yugi brushed that aside, instead rising to protect his bruised ego. He sat up and spun to give the girl an anger pout, not all surprised when she gasped, her face paling as a hand rose to her lips.

“I'm not a kid! I'm in high school!”

The girl seemed to choke on her words a moment before falling to her knees as well, bowing low and hiding her face, but it had only taken that small fraction of time for Yugi to recognize her face.

“Anzu-chan?” Yugi whispered blinking in shock, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Though the girl looked slightly taller then his friend, and her hair was a deep black instead of brown, her skin tanned darkly from the sun, she looked defiantly like Anzu. Yugi felt tears in his eyes, and he moved forward, dropping to his knees to hug her tightly, ignoring the way the girl stiffened and shuddered in his embrace.

“Anzu-chan, anta desu! Yagata! Kawai, sugoku kowai!” Yugi bawled into her shoulder, telling her his joy at seeing her and his incapacitating fear that he'd felt. Still speaking in Japanese he gripped her shoulder's pulling back to meet her startled gaze as he continued to cry, “I can't feel Yami, Anzu-chan, I can't sense him! Gods, where are we? Where did he go? … and why are you dressed like this? New job?” Yugi asked finally noticing the slightly revealing silk cloth she wore in a toga stile skirt, and midriff showing top. Yugi blushed and looked away for a moment before meeting her eyes again.

Yugi gasped at her terrified gaze, and leaned closer to question her when she tensed and closed her eyes, speaking in hieratic, “I am sorry for my earlier words, and accept any punishment you see fit.”

Yugi blinked. “Anzu-chan—“ suddenly, the differences finally clicked in and Yugi sat back and away from the girl, once again speaking in her language. “You aren't Anzu, are you?”

“No, my name is Anuksu, pr-aA.”

Yugi jumped, lifting his arms into the air in shock. Pharaoh?! Did she just call me… but… there's no such thing as pharaoh's not since the last of the Roman empire fell and their lost their hold on Egypt…. But if she just said…

Yugi's already pale skin, turned pasty as he asked in a low quiet voice. “Where are we?”

Anuksu, seemed startled by his question, and chanced a glance at him with her wide blue eyes, “In Kehmet, pr-aA. Where else would we be.”

Yugi shook his head sharply and reached out grabbing her hand, to which she struggled briefly, “No, I mean what year!”

“… The second year of your rule, pr-aA.” She said, starting to sound scared, and Yugi shook his head again in disbelief. I'm back in ancient Egypt… and this girl thinks I'm the Pharaoh!

“pr-aA…?” The girl questioned, her posture bent low so as not to insult him with her petty questions. Yugi glanced down at her still in shock before realizing that if she continued to think him the Pharaoh, things could get ugly.

“Anuksu, I'm not the pr-aA, my name's Yugi… I'm from… far away…” Yugi said after a moment, telling her he came from the future was probably not the brightest thing to do, considering how if he really was back in ancient Egypt, they would not understand his concept time anyway. The last thing I want is to be placed in an ancient loony-bin, some 3,000 years before I'm even born.

When the girl still hadn't looked up, Yugi kneeled in front of her with a smile. “C'mon, do I really act like the Pharaoh? Do I even look like him?” Yug I asked motioning to his odd attire. Finally she looked up, but her eyes where still frightened.

“You wear the Millennium Puzzle, that only the Pharaoh can put together… and you do look… like him.” Her words trailed off to a whisper and Yugi felt his heart still for a moment. I look like him… and he had the Millennium Puzzle… it's Yami! Of course it would be him! Damn it, why didn't I think of it before! Yami was a pharaoh… and we were looking at his corpse so… we must be trapped in his past, right?

“Yami's… Oh my god, you have to take me to the pr-aA! Please!” At his sudden begging, Anuksu seemed to straighten, either believing that he was not the Pharaoh, or that he was a complete nut. “Please, I have to speak to him, it's important!” Yugi gripped the millennium puzzle tightly in his hand and Anuksu's eyes traveled down to his hand before meeting his eyes.

“I can not.”

“What? Why, Anuksu, you don't understand! I have to see him, it's a matter of life and death!”

The girl suddenly stood, towering over Yugi and she smiled lightly rolling her eyes and grabbing his hand, dragging him off in the direction she'd just come from. “Look, shorty, it will be a matter of life or death if I take you there. Now come on.” Under her breath, Yugi thought he heard her mutter about being crazy, helping some child out of his own death, and glared slightly.

“I'm not a Xrd, I'm—“

“I know… a High Schooler, what ever in Ra's name that means. Now come along, before the guards find us. In case you didn't know, it's a crime to impersonate the Pharaoh, Little Yugi.”

Yugi felt his cheeks heat with anger at her comment and looked to the ground feeling rather annoyed. Great… she's like Anzu but with a real mean streak… with all my luck she'll like Yami better too… I just can't win.

With a sigh, he followed her allowing her to lead him in between buildings and around a giant garden like area, Yugi could only assume to be a part of the palace, and then out into the street, and toward a small home.

It looked rather run down, but then again, compared to Domino everything looked that way. Yugi was hastily dragged inside of the little building and ungraciously dropped as the girl turned to shut the door tightly behind her.

“I don't think they saw us. But you never know…” Anuksu said under her breath before wiping her hands down the side of her skirt a moment before looking him in the eyes. “So… where did you say you were from?”

Yugi jumped feeling his stomach plummet through the floor. Well, he was in a bind now wasn't her? What do I tell her? The truth? Hell, I can't even believe that this is happening. I mean reliving a memory through a soul is one thing, but falling into the past just because you saw a mummy? I don't think so!

Yugi swallowed hard when Anuksu began to tap her foot impatiently. “W-well, you see… it's like this… I'm from… Japan… a country across the ocean?” At Anuksu's blank look, Yugi continued quickly. Jonouchi had once said, that if you put enough detail into a lie, no it becomes believable, so the same should be true for when explaining the unbelievable, right?

Wrong.

“… so you're from far away.”

Yugi felt like laughing and crying all at once. “Yeah… that about sums it up.” He managed a smile, holding back the tears that wanted to fall down his face. He missed his grandfather, he missed Yami, he missed his friends, and he even missed school. But most of all, as sad as it was, Yugi missed his own language. Is it so bad to want to hear someone talking to me, to miss hearing Ojii-san speak to me? Telling me to study for an upcoming test?

“Well, in any case, you couldn't possibly be any trouble to the pr-aA, being a Xrd and all…” Anuksu said flippantly as she strode over to another room in the small home, tossing aside a cloth that acted like a door, and stepping inside returning moments later with a bundle in her arms.

Yugi sat up and glared at her for her comment on his age, hoping he looked like Yami, but knowing he didn't all at once. Anuksu smiled warmly at him and tossed the bundle his way.

Yugi caught it before it hit the ground, looking up at her curiously. “What is this?” He asked, mixing the language with his own making one odd sounding sentence.

Anuksu seemed to ignore his blunder, obviously used to his oddity by now as she continued, her hands propped on her hips, eyes closed as she explained standing tall with authority, as if she had never been allowed to show it before. “You should change out of those weird clothes. They look uncomfortable and hot… plus you'll stand out way to much if you continue to wear them.”

Yugi blinked up at her in slight confusion and she pointed to the cream colored bundle in his arms, “You can wear that for now.”

Yugi unraveled the mass of cloth and held it up to his face. His eyes narrowed after a second and he dropped the cloth into his lap with a pale-faced, glare.

“No.”

Anuksu seemed taken aback by his words, and turned her curious gaze back to him . “What do you mean no? It's clothes, they belonged to my late brother, he was about your age when he died of a sickness. They should fit you.”

Yugi shook, trying to ignore the pun against his age once more, as he turned his eyes to her in horror holding up the clothing once more.

“I will not wear a skirt!”

And that was final.

 

^^^^^

 

It was dark now. Dark and cold, and Yugi couldn't stop shaking from the chill that brushed over his flesh as he huddled under the light blanket Anuksu had supplied him with.

Moonlight spilled in through the window, and without glass it let in the cold breath of the night as well. Yugi looked up at the glimmering stars, tears in his eyes and on his face.

He couldn't sleep.

It was impossible to relax and forget that he was not only thousands of miles, but also thousands of years away from his family and friends, and now, he was cold, and afraid. I want to go home, Yami… I want to sleep in my own bed, and duel against Jou and Honda in class… I want to see how badly I failed that history test!

Yugi cried harder, a sudden childish need filling him with cold despair. I want to see my Okaa-san!

Yugi curled tightly around the millennium puzzle his tears running over its golden surface to pool along his fingers. He kept his cries quiet not wanting to wake the sleeping girl, who seemed to live in this house all by herself, under the pretense that her father was ill and still alive, though he had passed away long ago like the rest of her family. Anuksu wouldn't expand much on that topic, and only mentioned that she worked in the Palace as a dancer. That had made Yugi smile, she truly was Anzu deep down inside, and that had brought him at least a small bit of peace.

He sniffled loudly, and quickly balled the blanket against his mouth to muffle the sounds. He was being consumed by the cold blackness of the room and his fear began to rise. He wanted to go to his soul room, to leave and enter Yami's but he feared that when he got there that Yami's door would not be there. It was that fear that held him in the darkness of the night. I need someone… anyone… please…

Yugi curled into himself shaking. The darkness reminding him of the shadow realm and the pain that lived there. Suddenly, his eyes opened in realization, and a bright hope burned in his chest, the darkness seeming to dim in his bright hope. The Dark Magician! He's my friend… yes, he'll defiantly come help me, right? He always has before!

Closing his eyes Yugi reached into his pocket the card placed on the top of his deck, brushing against his fingertips as he called the shadow monster to him. A swell of wind, and a ripple dark smoke appeared at the foot of the blankets that made up Yugi's bed. The Shadow magic brushing faintly across its master breaking away as it touched his light.

Yugi could feel a tug on his soul and opened his eyes slowly when the wind died away. The dark Magician was kneeling before him, crouched low, staff help in his hand. Yugi could have cried with his joy, as the shadow card looked up at him with confused and startled eyes.

Yugi, not noticing the Dark Magician's odd behavior launched himself forward and into the shadows arms. The fact that until that moment Yugi had been unsure if he could actually touch the shadow monster or not, not even in his mind. The shadow seemed just as stunned by the contact as he was to be there, and unconsciously returned the embrace.

“Dark Magician! Ore wa kowai!” Yugi cried needing to hear his own language even if I was he who said it, and buried his face into the taller man's purple cloak. “Yami won't answer me, and I can't get home, no one knows me… I was afraid that you… that you would not come, and that I'd be stuck here alone forever!” He cuddled closer, and the magician seemed to stiffen. Looking up, Yugi noticed his slightly scared expression as he looked over Yugi and himself. That's funny… I don't remember the Dark Magician showing emotions before… Yugi shrugged the thought off just as quickly as it had come, rubbing at face trying to get rid of his tears.

“How?” The hieratic startled Yugi and he swallowed, ready to cry again, when Dark Magician then met his eyes, his voice softening before speaking to Yugi in the language he most desperately wished to hear. “Naze ka?”

Yugi smiled and scrubbed at his reddened cheeks once more his hands dropping to hold the millennium puzzle tightly as he tilted his head back toward his dear friend, never noticing the wide-eyed look he gave as his eyes dropped to Yugi's most precious treasure.

“Naze ka, nani ka, otomodachi?”

There was a long pause, at which Yugi opened his to look at the stony face above him with concern. “Ee? Daijoubu ka, Dark Magician-san?”

The shadow smiled a bit, though it did not reach his eyes, but that did not scare Yugi in the least, being as the shadow was not known to show much emotion at all to begin with. “Nani demo nai, Hikari. Nani demo nai.”

Yugi smiled in return, simply glad to hear those words, recognizable to him since his birth. He did not notice the odd look the Magician turned on him, the angered concern he gave toward his puzzle piece, nor the distrust he gave toward Yugi. Yugi was too far gone to care about that, as he slowly slipped away, into sleep, clinging to his only friend that he could find, unknowingly, allowing his enemy to find him easily. Dark Magician… I knew you'd come… and now, I'm not alone any more… Aa hitori ja nai…hitori ja nai…

Yugi fell asleep.

 

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The large room was slightly open to the cold wind that brushed in off of the desert, slipping into the room like a shadow, blending into the darkness that sat at each corner like an animal stalking its prey.

The shadows swelled up and around the giant bed, the silken sheets caressing the sleeping occupant like a second skin. The shadows would rise no further, held back by the shear power the one asleep held over them.

Moonlight played over bronzed skin, glinting off of golden bangs and ed-tipped ebony. He looked almost innocent while he slept, like a child, but his eyes held a different story altogether, speaking of pain and hardship, of tough choices, and heavy responsibility.

The eyes of a rule.

The eyes of a god.

Another shadow crept across the room as silent as the shadows in the room, nearly undetectable in the night, aside from the startling white robes that draped over his tall form, his hat covering his hair and adding a drastic contrast to the color of his skin.

The person approached the bed unafraid of those shadows that lurked so close to the sleeping man, dismissing the curling particles of smoke as easily as the man in the bed could.

As the shadows dissipated, lost to the realm from which they were bred, the man on the bed groaned rolling onto his back one arm falling over his eyes as if the moonlight was too bright for him.

“Mahado… this had better be good, or I will have to challenge you to a shadow game for waking me up…” The voice muttered, low enough to be considered a growl.

The priest, Mahado, only nodded once toward his young Pharaoh before the man on the bed raised his arm, allowing one blisteringly angry, crimson eye glare at him .

“Well?”

“pr-aA, there is something I must tell you.”

The man in bed seemed to roll his eyes a moment before sighing, his arms flopping back to cover his eyes with a groan. “I know that, otherwise, I'd still be sleeping…”

“Atemu…” Mahado began, his voice sounding low and slightly off, and the tone made the young Pharaoh Atemu curious and had him tentatively listening, his arm drooping from his still closed eyes. “I was summoned… by another you. Another you that hold's the millennium puzzle in his hands.”

Atemu's eyes flew open.

 

 

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(Ending Theme: “Night Flower”)

 

I'm wandering lost in the land of love;

please come find me.

I hide my heart

that I thought I'd already wore the wings off of.

 

The thousands of petals

which color my heart

make me yearn for you, almost sadly

Once more

 

Mirage that slips through my fingers

the moment I grasp it...

I want to steal away all of you.

 

Brandishing a frozen knife,

love dances, scattering the night flowers

 

Love, comfort, let go - even my heart...

Feel it more intensely

 

If it's destiny,

then I don't need peace or warmth.

 

Brandishing a frozen knife,

love dances, scattering the night flowers

 

Break, injure, seal it away - even my heart...

Love me more intensely

 

 

A.N. There's chapter 2. First off, A big thank you to Blood Moon, who told me about the language and translation. The translations are real! ^-^ And I'll list them and their meanings shortly. First off, my history is most likely WAY off in this and will continue to be so, but hopefully it won't be too bad. And if you do not understand the Japanese words used (which also may be grammatically incorrect ^-^;) just leave you e-mail address with a review or e-mail me and I'll translate it for you. Thanks again Blood Moon, credit for the Egyptian and corrections of my mistakes, goes to her. ^-^

 

Lechan

 

Translation:

 

Sekh Shat: the name of their language. AKA Hieratic (Spoken) and much later Demotic (Writing).

 

Xrd: Child

 

Otomodachi: Friend

 

Ore wa Kowai: I am scared.

 

Pr-aA: Pharaoh and also used for palace. Pronounced per-ah.

 

The lack of vowels in the translation is normal, and you need to simply “add” them in when saying them. For example pr-aA sounds like per-ah.

 

Till next chapter! ^-^