SLASH - Atemu/Yuugi

Summary: Yuugi is raised as a Prince of Egypt, an heir only second to that of his older brother Atemu. But as he grows older, he struggles to sort out the lies from the truth and falls deeper into his mysterious parentage.

Disclaimer: I don't own.

Note:

Alright, this is my 1st YGO fanfic so I'm really just dipping my toe into the metaphorical pool here. This is AU and based in Ancient Egypt. There will be incest (sort-of) as well. I'm going to try and keep this as accurate to Ancient Egyptian culture as I can, but books and such can only tell me so much and I do make mistakes. I'll probably be adding footnotes where the might be needed (i.e. gods/goddesses, etc) Also, Yuugi's parentage will be an issue through-out the story. ^_^; I hope you enjoy!

The palace's flickering lanterns cast an eerie glow across the room as Pharaoh Aknamkanon's concubine screamed. Her dark skin glistened with beads of sweat, lungs bursting as she shrieked once more. "Push once more," the healer said, eyes lowered respectfully as she hurriedly prepared for the babe about to be born. Behind them, Pharaoh Aknamkanon watched apathetically, dark eyes surveying the woman giving birth to his son to make sure nothing went wrong.

"You need to push," the healer snapped impatiently. "Otherwise this child will not be born."

Aknamkanon scowled, eyes narrowing at the convulsing woman on the bed. His patience was running thin with her antics. He wanted his son. Now. She tiredly lifted her head, locking gazes with the Pharaoh. His eyes passed along his impatience and with a defeated sigh, she grimaced and pushed with all her might.

Her head flew back, banging against the wall as another scream ripped itself from her throat. Soon after, another wail was heard as their child finally joined them. Aknamkanon kept his distance, watching indifferently as she crumpled to the bed in exhaustion. Moments later the healer stood up with a small bundle in her arms.

"It is a healthy baby boy, my Pharaoh," the healer said, averting her eyes to the floor and presenting the babe to Aknamkanon.

His chest swelled with pride and relief when he noticed that the child looked every bit as royal as the rest of his family. It would completely destroy his plans if the child had inherited his mother's features. He continued to look over his son resting in the healer's arms until he was satisfied with the results. Nodding his head, he motioned for two of his guards to come forth.

"Take him to the Queen immediately."

They bowed before acquiescing to his request. Once they left the room, Aknamkanon slid his eyes over to the woman on the bed. Her eyes swirled with mixed emotions as she stared longingly at the shut door behind him, her lips trembling. Irritated, he cleared his throat. Her eyes instantly snapped to him and the longing was gone to be replaced by hatred.

"You're going to take him from me, just like that?" she shrieked, shaky arms pushing herself into a sitting position. "You won't even let me hold him?"

Aknamkanon glared at her, she was lucky she had been valuable to him, otherwise her insubordination would have gotten her killed. "He is not yours to hold," he hissed coldly. "He belongs to us."

Her amethyst eyes glinted like jewels in the dim lights, unshed tears clinging to her lashes. "I have given you what you want and yet you take away something that I want."

"That was the deal, you would be a fool to expect otherwise. You have served your Pharaoh as is your duty, be thankful for that."

"Be thankful, be thankful? What do I have to be thankful for, you've taken everything away from me!"

Aknamkanon snarled, hand raising to strike her across her cheek. She gasped, instantly raising a hand to cover the stinging flesh. His eyes coolly regarded her. "Remember your place and remember it well. I am still Pharaoh, I am still your God and it matters naught that you have given me another heir. If you step out of turn again, I will have you punished accordingly."

She took in a shuddered breath, hand falling from her reddened cheek, looking at him with desperate, pleading eyes. "Please, my Pharaoh, please at least let me name my son."

"You mean my son," he paused, contemplating her request. "It is true that you deserve something for what you have done for Egypt..."

"Please, if nothing else, at least give me the pleasure of naming him."

"Alright then, I will grant you my permission to name him."

"Yuugi, I want his name to be Yuugi," she whispered brokenly. "My sweet little Yuugi."

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