a/n: Another chapter of Ariah’s mind torture! So get ready for the ride, here we go!

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Yami entered his room that night, fairly tired. He took off his cape and began to undress.

Down at the riverbank, Ariah sensed he was back. With a sly grin, she transported herself to his room. Invisible, she watched him begin to undress.

Then, he stopped and looked around. He remembered the events of earlier and reconsidered.

Ariah was slightly impressed as she became visible. “You catch on quicker than most,” she commented and he spun around.

“You again,” he snarled. “I told you I didn’t want you here!”

“Yes, you did. And so did your father and the Pharaoh before him and the one before him...” she said, tilting her head to the side and counting them off on her fingers.

“I command you to leave me alone!” he cried.

“You can command all you want, Pharaoh, but you can’t carry anything out.” She said, sitting on the edge of his bed.

Furious, Yami stared at her. “How can you sit while everything else passes right through you?”

“Good question,” she replied, then rose into the air, making Yami take a few steps back. “See, I’m not /really/ sitting on your bed. I’m just sitting so close to it, it looks like I am.”

“What do you want from me? Why are you here?” the Pharaoh yelled.

“I only want to have some fun. And you’re providing the most fun I’ve had in a good while,” Ariah said with a smile.

“How do I get rid of you?”

She snorted. “You don’t.”

“There must be a way! I demand you tell me!” Yami exclaimed.

Considering it for a moment, she turned her head slyly to him and grinned. “There is one way, but you definitely wouldn’t like it.”

“What is it? Tell me! Whether or not I like it, I’ll do anything to get rid of you at this point!”

“Gee, you haven’t even known me for a day and you already can’t stand me,” she said in mock hurt. “If you really want me to tell you, you have to be nicer than that.”

“I don’t /have/ to do anything, spirit!” Yami growled.

“Quit calling me spirit, I have a name. Or have you forgotten? That old age getting to you?” she asked with a laugh.

“Ariah,” he answered, folding his arms and glaring at her.

“That’s right! Hmmm, I didn’t think you’d remember.”

“You are changing the subject,” he said.

“Hmmm, you’re right, I am, aren’t I?” she said thoughtfully.

“Tell me what I must do!”

Ariah held in a laugh and looked him up and down. “Weeelll...” she started.

Aggravated, Yami turned away. “Just leave me be.”

“Aw, come on. You’re too much fun to just leave alone,” she said, lying on her stomach on his bed and propping her chin up with her hands.

“I don’t care! I want you to go!” he cried, turning back to her. “And get off my bed!”

She laughed. “Okay. Let’s say I do go. How will you know if I really am gone, or if I’m still here, just invisible?”

Yami glared at her. - There must be someway to get rid of her! -

Ariah laughed again. “See? So what’s the point of me leaving visibly if you don’t even know if I really left? Wouldn’t you rather see me here instead of having someone invisible watch you?”

She got off the bed and started to walk towards him, making him back up.

“What, are you afraid of me?” she asked.

He immediately stopped and stood his ground as she advanced. “I’m not afraid of anything,” he replied as she stopped a few inches away from him. He could feel a cold chill coming from her and he held back a shiver.

“Hmmm. Impressive. This is the closest a Pharaoh’s ever let me get on the first day. Except for maybe when they’re asleep,” she said, heading back toward the bed.

Yami’s eyes widened. “You stay out of my bed!” he cried.

She turned to him. “Oops, did I say that out loud?” she asked with a sly grin. “How are you going to keep me out?”

“I’m tired of your games! Why don’t you just leave me alone?” he cried, furious.

She laughed. “Because you’re fun to aggravate. You’re cute when you’re mad.”

Fire blazed in his eyes, but there was nothing he could do to her.

She grinned and said, “But don’t worry, if I come for you when you’re asleep, you’ll know. You’ll wake up cold.”

“You’re sick,” Yami said, shuddering.

“Yeah, well,” she said with a shrug.

He thought back and tried to remember if he had woken up cold any night in the past few months, but Ariah stopped him.

“Don’t worry. I always try to meet the Pharaoh first,” she said.

“That’s a comfort,” he snarled, only half sarcastically.

Then she grinned. “Most of the time.”

“Ariah!” he cried, threatening a fist at her.

She laughed and held up both hands in surrender. “I’m kidding! No need to get hostile! Oh, and I’m kidding about the whole bed thing too. I’m a ghost. That’d be impossible.”

Yami breathed in relief and lowered his hand. “Leave me alone. I’m tired and I have things to do tomorrow.”

She sighed. “Yeah, okay. But this won’t be the last you see of me!” she said as she vanished.

Yami slowly walked to the spot she had once stood and waved his hand through the air. His hand didn’t feel cold, but he was still suspicious. So he went to bed without changing.

Ariah held in a laugh as he got into bed and transported herself to the Nile. As Yami drifted off to sleep, he heard her voice singing the soft melody.

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a/n: Ariah can be a real snake, huh? She loves to mess with minds. Yami can’t stand the fact that she is bothering him so much, which is understandable, huh? I mean, what would be your reaction if a ghost said they slept with you and you didn‘t know it? lol Anyways, review and I’ll post the next chapter, kay?