The Legend of the Sennen Items
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! though I wished I did. Ankhkare (the spirit of the Ankh a.k.a. Key in the American version) and Senui (spirit of the Scales) also do not belong to me they are Indigo Tantarien's muses and she made them up for her story Three in One Combo. The spirit of the Eye and Rod are not mine either, she made them up too (cause supposedly there is no spirit in either one though the one in the Rod will be very familiar)
Okay, this is not totally about the Sennen Items a.k.a. Millenium Items. It is about how there came to be spirits in them. Enjoy!
* * * * * * * * * * Okay, my newest fic. Enjoy, no yaois in this one either.
* blah. * thoughts because italics wouldn't work. Chapter One: Troubles
Bang! Bang! Clang! Clang! The sounds of pounding hammers resounded throughout the royal forge. An unearthly red glow emitted from the high windows as steam poured out. Every now and then there could be heard a low chanting. Here was the beginning of their troubles.
Pharaoh, King of Games, Strongest in Shadow Magic, restorer of souls, protecter.
Yami groaned as another one of the royal advisors started droning on about the increase of the Shadow Games. He ran a hand through his spiked up tri- colored hair of black, magenta, and gold. And his eyelids drooped a bit over his crimson eyes threatening to take him to some much-desired sleep. They had talked about it so much and repeated it that he had had their speeches memorized by heart. Even if their talking was boring, every word was true. People were getting killed, their souls sacrificed.
"So what are your plans of action oh great pharaoh?" asked Seth, mocking the advisors as soon as Yami bade them away. The icy High Priest that had stood next to Yami throughout the whole meeting didn't look tired at all. Blue eyes that seemed cold were watching him with a glimmer of curiosity.
Looking away from the taller brunette, Yami covered his yawn. "The Items will be finished soon. I hope, we have been losing spellcastors to the heat and strain faster than crops in dry weather." Seth winced at that, for it was only the last year that there had been a drought, the people had survived being near the Nile river. But the plants weren't as lucky. The canals had just been finished constructing and weren't ready yet for use so there would have been a famine if trading hadn't gone up the same year.
"I can put the Shadow Magic into these Items with my magic. But the powers of these Items will not be held in unless a soul powerful with Shadow Magic is sealed in each one. I, being the strongest Shadow Magic wielder in Egypt shall most definitely be sealed. It will only be proper. And I'm afraid Seth, that you'd be the next." sighed Yami.
"How are you planning to recruit the others?" asked Seth, slightly amused, which really rarely occurred. Yami would have to find a way to get five more people to be sacrificed, and not to mention find a way to get everyone in Egypt with even the slightest amount of Shadow Magic in them to participate in the tournament. And that was not going to be easy.
"Here's what I have so far." and locked up in the pharaoh's royal chambers, they discussed and planned each step to achieve this goal and to save all of mankind.
Tomb robber, soul stealer, seer of the soul,
Bakura prowled around the last bit of his latest tomb 'excavation'. A sack of precious gems, gold, and money were hanging from his leather belt. His reed sandals swished against the stone floor. He lifted the torch to see what warning was inscribed onto the stone walls. * Stupid people, if they built traps, why do they out loud tell robbers where and what they are? * Thought Bakura in disbelief, but then again, he always thought that and it was just pure luck that these people were dumb enough.
A glint of gold caught his eye. * It must of fell out of my bag. * Thought Bakura in amusement, chocolate brown eyes narrowing with delight. He bent over to pick it up, but it was stuck to the floor in a small cranny in between two tiles. "Drat." muttered Bakura taking out his knife and working the coin out slowly.
"Gotcha!" smirked Bakura holding the freed coin and tucking it safely back into the burlap sack. Suddenly the floor dropped away into darkness and Bakura fell with it, his white hair thrashing past his face.
"By Raaaaaaa!" yelled Bakura as he plunged down.
Judge of the Royal Court, Anubis' caller, judge of the soul
Senui yawned as another stupid court session ended. He straightened his black turban and wiped a layer of sweat off his richly tanned face. Dust had settled on his black robes so he flapped them furiously to get them off. Why did he have to be so eager to pick this job? Why couldn't he have chosen something more interesting?
Storming out of the courthouse with his black cape with a red underneath it fluttering in his hurry. As usual, people paid him the respect he deserved, with him being a judge of course. This was the only good deal. He laughed at the convicted man to himself. * Poor guy, stuck in jail for the next few years. Well at least I'm getting decently paid for this. *
A thin, underfed, man came up to him with a gnarled wooden staff. Senui rolled his shadowy dark blue eyes and snatched his judge's staff away from the peasant. He muttered a curt thanks and flipped a small copper coin at the peasant's feet. Stupid beggars. He thought, something caught his eye. The royal guards were plastering up papyrus scrolls.
* Probably another wanted man. * Snorted Senui, but he went to take a look anyway. Best to know who you are going to set a trail against. People backed away from the scrolls to let him through. Senui's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he read the formal hieroglyphic writing. They were never used unless something of extreme importance had emerged. He backed away slowly and tried rush to his home, but two pairs of the strong, rough, hands of the guards grabbed him. And he was dragged away.
Healer, traveler of the mind,
Ankhkare brushed away a few strands of his long yellow-green hair from his face and straightened up, looking at the setting sun. Then he turned and looked north-east and sighed. He had been an outcast and traveled to Egypt by accident. The Greeks had thought him a sorcerer with destructive powers and he had just only escaped during the night of his 'surprise' execution. In Egypt he belong now as a healer of body, soul, and mind.
He felt a slight tug on the belt of his long green robes. Looking down, Ankhkare saw a small Egyptian boy, the one he had cured of the cough a few days ago, with a smile on his face. The boy grew a bit more nervous and handed the man a small purse that jangled with few coins. Ankhkare bent over and murmured a soothing thanks to the child and patted his head. As soon as the boy left, Ankhkare chuckled and returned back to his 'clinic' and home.
A sudden gust of hot wind made the cube-like green hat fall off his head. Ankhkare tried to catch it but it alluded his grasp and tumbled along the dusty ground. Quickly he started chasing after it, a few teen boys laughed at seeing the healer in his state of distress, but remembering his unconditional kindness to them, they joined in on the chase, making it a game.
The hat came to a stop at a big man's feet and he picked it up and glanced at Ankhkare blandly. "Excuse me," he stopped to look down at a scroll in his hands and squinted to look closer, "Ankhkare, but you are to come with us. Pharaoh's orders."
Ankhkare was puzzled, what would the pharaoh want with him? The man was obviously one of the pharaoh's royal guard. Without waiting for Ankhkare's reply, the guard grabbed his arm and forcefully pulled him away.
Soothsayer, Seer of the Past, Reasons of the Present
Isis rubbed her sweaty palms on the white cotton dress she had on as her blue eyes fluttered open. Her customer looked at her expectantly. "So, will my husband get better?" asked the woman wringing her hands worriedly.
"He will become better in time, just keep on giving him the same medication and everything will be fine." assured Isis. The woman gave a squeal of delight and hugged Isis ecstatically and kissed her on the cheek before rushing out to tell her neighbors the good news.
A soft smile highlighted Isis's tanned face. She stepped outside into the light and a sheen of sweat showed on her. Soothsaying really took a lot of her energy and Shadow Magic. Looking into the past was a lot easier because they had already happened.
"So sis, looking into the future again?" asked a boy with jagged blonde hair standing in her doorway, his violet eyes shown with disgust.
"Yes Marik," was Isis's simple reply.
"You should quit it, knowing the future spoils all the fun in life. I like to see life try and surprise me." said Marik smugly. A sly look came on Isis's face.
"What if I told you I was being courted by.Senui?" asked Isis.
"Ra, he is?" yelled Marik grabbing onto a chair before he fell over.
"See, there's a surprise you didn't count on little brother. I'd never even think of going with Senui, corrupt he is." laughed Isis, Marik glared at his sister for playing him so easily.
"Isis, did you see the scrolls being posted up all around town? The pharaoh is." Marik was cut off by Isis's hand over his mouth.
"Quiet, hurry, you have to hide!" hiss Isis pushing her brother into the house. She opened a closet and thrust him in, locking it from the inside.
Right when she had gotten back to the hallway, two large figures were standing at the door. "We are looking for a member in this household that has Shadow Magic. We heard that there was a young man here that has strong powers." said one of them in a gruff voice.
"You must of heard wrong. I am the only member of this household. But you are right about one thing. The member of this household does have strong Magic. I will go with you willingly." lied Isis coolly. The guards wouldn't have suspected a thing.
Traveler, painter, Mind reader
Navar fanned his broad-brimmed hat against his face. It was as hot as ever in Egypt. The natives looked at his long, straight, white hair curiously and his pale complexion. Maybe he was some relative to the unstoppable tomb robber? The man just regarded them with his lazy brown gaze.
* Maybe I should travel a bit into town? Something tells me that I'll need to go there whether I like it or not. * Thought Navar walking idly into Cairo.
* * * * to be continued . . . maybe * * *
Okay, had to repost this cause I made a whole bunch of mistakes and didn't want people to get mad at me. So whadaya think? I had to put the little stars: * . Because the italics wouldn't work. How do you authors do those italic thingys? Please R+R. If you want to know more about Ankhkare and Senui read Indigo Tantarien's Three in One Combo. Thankyou! - Fire Pendant ^-^
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! though I wished I did. Ankhkare (the spirit of the Ankh a.k.a. Key in the American version) and Senui (spirit of the Scales) also do not belong to me they are Indigo Tantarien's muses and she made them up for her story Three in One Combo. The spirit of the Eye and Rod are not mine either, she made them up too (cause supposedly there is no spirit in either one though the one in the Rod will be very familiar)
Okay, this is not totally about the Sennen Items a.k.a. Millenium Items. It is about how there came to be spirits in them. Enjoy!
* * * * * * * * * * Okay, my newest fic. Enjoy, no yaois in this one either.
* blah. * thoughts because italics wouldn't work. Chapter One: Troubles
Bang! Bang! Clang! Clang! The sounds of pounding hammers resounded throughout the royal forge. An unearthly red glow emitted from the high windows as steam poured out. Every now and then there could be heard a low chanting. Here was the beginning of their troubles.
Pharaoh, King of Games, Strongest in Shadow Magic, restorer of souls, protecter.
Yami groaned as another one of the royal advisors started droning on about the increase of the Shadow Games. He ran a hand through his spiked up tri- colored hair of black, magenta, and gold. And his eyelids drooped a bit over his crimson eyes threatening to take him to some much-desired sleep. They had talked about it so much and repeated it that he had had their speeches memorized by heart. Even if their talking was boring, every word was true. People were getting killed, their souls sacrificed.
"So what are your plans of action oh great pharaoh?" asked Seth, mocking the advisors as soon as Yami bade them away. The icy High Priest that had stood next to Yami throughout the whole meeting didn't look tired at all. Blue eyes that seemed cold were watching him with a glimmer of curiosity.
Looking away from the taller brunette, Yami covered his yawn. "The Items will be finished soon. I hope, we have been losing spellcastors to the heat and strain faster than crops in dry weather." Seth winced at that, for it was only the last year that there had been a drought, the people had survived being near the Nile river. But the plants weren't as lucky. The canals had just been finished constructing and weren't ready yet for use so there would have been a famine if trading hadn't gone up the same year.
"I can put the Shadow Magic into these Items with my magic. But the powers of these Items will not be held in unless a soul powerful with Shadow Magic is sealed in each one. I, being the strongest Shadow Magic wielder in Egypt shall most definitely be sealed. It will only be proper. And I'm afraid Seth, that you'd be the next." sighed Yami.
"How are you planning to recruit the others?" asked Seth, slightly amused, which really rarely occurred. Yami would have to find a way to get five more people to be sacrificed, and not to mention find a way to get everyone in Egypt with even the slightest amount of Shadow Magic in them to participate in the tournament. And that was not going to be easy.
"Here's what I have so far." and locked up in the pharaoh's royal chambers, they discussed and planned each step to achieve this goal and to save all of mankind.
Tomb robber, soul stealer, seer of the soul,
Bakura prowled around the last bit of his latest tomb 'excavation'. A sack of precious gems, gold, and money were hanging from his leather belt. His reed sandals swished against the stone floor. He lifted the torch to see what warning was inscribed onto the stone walls. * Stupid people, if they built traps, why do they out loud tell robbers where and what they are? * Thought Bakura in disbelief, but then again, he always thought that and it was just pure luck that these people were dumb enough.
A glint of gold caught his eye. * It must of fell out of my bag. * Thought Bakura in amusement, chocolate brown eyes narrowing with delight. He bent over to pick it up, but it was stuck to the floor in a small cranny in between two tiles. "Drat." muttered Bakura taking out his knife and working the coin out slowly.
"Gotcha!" smirked Bakura holding the freed coin and tucking it safely back into the burlap sack. Suddenly the floor dropped away into darkness and Bakura fell with it, his white hair thrashing past his face.
"By Raaaaaaa!" yelled Bakura as he plunged down.
Judge of the Royal Court, Anubis' caller, judge of the soul
Senui yawned as another stupid court session ended. He straightened his black turban and wiped a layer of sweat off his richly tanned face. Dust had settled on his black robes so he flapped them furiously to get them off. Why did he have to be so eager to pick this job? Why couldn't he have chosen something more interesting?
Storming out of the courthouse with his black cape with a red underneath it fluttering in his hurry. As usual, people paid him the respect he deserved, with him being a judge of course. This was the only good deal. He laughed at the convicted man to himself. * Poor guy, stuck in jail for the next few years. Well at least I'm getting decently paid for this. *
A thin, underfed, man came up to him with a gnarled wooden staff. Senui rolled his shadowy dark blue eyes and snatched his judge's staff away from the peasant. He muttered a curt thanks and flipped a small copper coin at the peasant's feet. Stupid beggars. He thought, something caught his eye. The royal guards were plastering up papyrus scrolls.
* Probably another wanted man. * Snorted Senui, but he went to take a look anyway. Best to know who you are going to set a trail against. People backed away from the scrolls to let him through. Senui's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he read the formal hieroglyphic writing. They were never used unless something of extreme importance had emerged. He backed away slowly and tried rush to his home, but two pairs of the strong, rough, hands of the guards grabbed him. And he was dragged away.
Healer, traveler of the mind,
Ankhkare brushed away a few strands of his long yellow-green hair from his face and straightened up, looking at the setting sun. Then he turned and looked north-east and sighed. He had been an outcast and traveled to Egypt by accident. The Greeks had thought him a sorcerer with destructive powers and he had just only escaped during the night of his 'surprise' execution. In Egypt he belong now as a healer of body, soul, and mind.
He felt a slight tug on the belt of his long green robes. Looking down, Ankhkare saw a small Egyptian boy, the one he had cured of the cough a few days ago, with a smile on his face. The boy grew a bit more nervous and handed the man a small purse that jangled with few coins. Ankhkare bent over and murmured a soothing thanks to the child and patted his head. As soon as the boy left, Ankhkare chuckled and returned back to his 'clinic' and home.
A sudden gust of hot wind made the cube-like green hat fall off his head. Ankhkare tried to catch it but it alluded his grasp and tumbled along the dusty ground. Quickly he started chasing after it, a few teen boys laughed at seeing the healer in his state of distress, but remembering his unconditional kindness to them, they joined in on the chase, making it a game.
The hat came to a stop at a big man's feet and he picked it up and glanced at Ankhkare blandly. "Excuse me," he stopped to look down at a scroll in his hands and squinted to look closer, "Ankhkare, but you are to come with us. Pharaoh's orders."
Ankhkare was puzzled, what would the pharaoh want with him? The man was obviously one of the pharaoh's royal guard. Without waiting for Ankhkare's reply, the guard grabbed his arm and forcefully pulled him away.
Soothsayer, Seer of the Past, Reasons of the Present
Isis rubbed her sweaty palms on the white cotton dress she had on as her blue eyes fluttered open. Her customer looked at her expectantly. "So, will my husband get better?" asked the woman wringing her hands worriedly.
"He will become better in time, just keep on giving him the same medication and everything will be fine." assured Isis. The woman gave a squeal of delight and hugged Isis ecstatically and kissed her on the cheek before rushing out to tell her neighbors the good news.
A soft smile highlighted Isis's tanned face. She stepped outside into the light and a sheen of sweat showed on her. Soothsaying really took a lot of her energy and Shadow Magic. Looking into the past was a lot easier because they had already happened.
"So sis, looking into the future again?" asked a boy with jagged blonde hair standing in her doorway, his violet eyes shown with disgust.
"Yes Marik," was Isis's simple reply.
"You should quit it, knowing the future spoils all the fun in life. I like to see life try and surprise me." said Marik smugly. A sly look came on Isis's face.
"What if I told you I was being courted by.Senui?" asked Isis.
"Ra, he is?" yelled Marik grabbing onto a chair before he fell over.
"See, there's a surprise you didn't count on little brother. I'd never even think of going with Senui, corrupt he is." laughed Isis, Marik glared at his sister for playing him so easily.
"Isis, did you see the scrolls being posted up all around town? The pharaoh is." Marik was cut off by Isis's hand over his mouth.
"Quiet, hurry, you have to hide!" hiss Isis pushing her brother into the house. She opened a closet and thrust him in, locking it from the inside.
Right when she had gotten back to the hallway, two large figures were standing at the door. "We are looking for a member in this household that has Shadow Magic. We heard that there was a young man here that has strong powers." said one of them in a gruff voice.
"You must of heard wrong. I am the only member of this household. But you are right about one thing. The member of this household does have strong Magic. I will go with you willingly." lied Isis coolly. The guards wouldn't have suspected a thing.
Traveler, painter, Mind reader
Navar fanned his broad-brimmed hat against his face. It was as hot as ever in Egypt. The natives looked at his long, straight, white hair curiously and his pale complexion. Maybe he was some relative to the unstoppable tomb robber? The man just regarded them with his lazy brown gaze.
* Maybe I should travel a bit into town? Something tells me that I'll need to go there whether I like it or not. * Thought Navar walking idly into Cairo.
* * * * to be continued . . . maybe * * *
Okay, had to repost this cause I made a whole bunch of mistakes and didn't want people to get mad at me. So whadaya think? I had to put the little stars: * . Because the italics wouldn't work. How do you authors do those italic thingys? Please R+R. If you want to know more about Ankhkare and Senui read Indigo Tantarien's Three in One Combo. Thankyou! - Fire Pendant ^-^