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This is an AU fic where Yugi is the Pharaoh and Yami is a sorceror.
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Pharaoh Yugi. Yugioh. The young Pharaoh. These are the names that the young Pharaoh Yugi is called. His parents died when he was two and left their counsel to rule until he grew up. He is now 15 and still young, still vulnerable, but he is ruling now.
All the people of the land of Khemet agree that there is a fire in his eyes that eats him up from the inside that causes him to weaken. It also provides light. When he began to rule, the people found hope in the harsh, dry land. Villages who had never before acknowledged a pharaoh swarmed to him with gifts of troops and food. The harvest after he came to power was abundant with surplus and all the ones after that were the same.
Even as his people prosper, though, he slowly begins to weaken. He stopped growing in height and weight and his body grows frail.
His eyes are still alight with power, though shrouded in an amethyst veil. Anyone who has looked directly into his eyes has claimed to see the lifting of the veil. They say his eyes glow red, as if they are looking directly in on the inferno that weakens him. The sick and the wounded that have looked into his eyes have reliably made quick recoveries afterward. When he looks at those he is angry with, they feel the pain of small sparks running all over their skin, burning into their brain. They say that his mother lived an extra week after it was assumed she would die, merely by looking into his eyes.
He is sad. All the people of Khemet admit it. Their pharaoh is slowly weakening, the power of being pharaoh tearing him apart, but as long as the flame still burns, the people are happy. He is still fire, pure and crackling and burning and searing and eating and drowning all whom look upon it in an unbearable heat.
No one knows where he got his fire, for his father and his father's father both had eyes of rock, steady and immovable. His mother had eyes of water, cleansing and pure and shifting and unpredictable.
He is kind, for all he has eyes of incandescence. He takes pity on the poor and the weak and gives to the hungry and the elderly. His punishments are not harsh, but fitting of the crime. His people have flourished in his kindness, and he has taken joy in their happiness with him.
He has no friends, no one to confide in. He has his father's counsel, but they do not care about him, so long as they can collect the taxes.
He loves storytelling, the one time when he can take delight in something. The one time when he can act his age and merely enjoy the tales, of evil witches from across the seas or starstruck lovers cast apart by their parents.
One day he was speaking to his counsel when he decided to ask a question.
"The harvest is still abundant," Began an advisor, telling the pharaoh the week's progress, "The Nile has not flooded in four years, and no major storms have caused severe damage." His voice was droning and caused a sleepy air to fill the room. He was speaking more to the others than to the young and naïve Pharaoh.
"Why?" Yugi asked, eyes alight with the innocence and joy of asking a question.
"Excuse me?" Asked another of his advisors.
"Why is everything so perfect?" He cocked his head to the side, jewelry and crown clinking around his tri-colored hair.
"We believe that the gods have been sorry for your loss and have blessed you. Therefore, your mere presence grants the gifts of abundance and good weather." Commented one advisor. He was one of the most looked down on and very often, he was not taken seriously. The others glared at him.
"Oh," He said, resuming his air of silent thoughtfulness. His counsel did not like him to think too much. They thought he might get ideas to fire some of them, or worse, look them in the eyes with fiery anger. He knew this, but he couldn't stop the thoughts that plauged him every day. He sometimes wished he could forget about being pharaoh, for he hated the power that was associated with his name. The only time he could forget, was in sleep, and even then sometimes dreams of being pharaoh haunt him there.
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Reviews are needed to continue. Flames will be used to continue the inferno in Yugi's eyes.
Junko the Lost
This is an AU fic where Yugi is the Pharaoh and Yami is a sorceror.
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Pharaoh Yugi. Yugioh. The young Pharaoh. These are the names that the young Pharaoh Yugi is called. His parents died when he was two and left their counsel to rule until he grew up. He is now 15 and still young, still vulnerable, but he is ruling now.
All the people of the land of Khemet agree that there is a fire in his eyes that eats him up from the inside that causes him to weaken. It also provides light. When he began to rule, the people found hope in the harsh, dry land. Villages who had never before acknowledged a pharaoh swarmed to him with gifts of troops and food. The harvest after he came to power was abundant with surplus and all the ones after that were the same.
Even as his people prosper, though, he slowly begins to weaken. He stopped growing in height and weight and his body grows frail.
His eyes are still alight with power, though shrouded in an amethyst veil. Anyone who has looked directly into his eyes has claimed to see the lifting of the veil. They say his eyes glow red, as if they are looking directly in on the inferno that weakens him. The sick and the wounded that have looked into his eyes have reliably made quick recoveries afterward. When he looks at those he is angry with, they feel the pain of small sparks running all over their skin, burning into their brain. They say that his mother lived an extra week after it was assumed she would die, merely by looking into his eyes.
He is sad. All the people of Khemet admit it. Their pharaoh is slowly weakening, the power of being pharaoh tearing him apart, but as long as the flame still burns, the people are happy. He is still fire, pure and crackling and burning and searing and eating and drowning all whom look upon it in an unbearable heat.
No one knows where he got his fire, for his father and his father's father both had eyes of rock, steady and immovable. His mother had eyes of water, cleansing and pure and shifting and unpredictable.
He is kind, for all he has eyes of incandescence. He takes pity on the poor and the weak and gives to the hungry and the elderly. His punishments are not harsh, but fitting of the crime. His people have flourished in his kindness, and he has taken joy in their happiness with him.
He has no friends, no one to confide in. He has his father's counsel, but they do not care about him, so long as they can collect the taxes.
He loves storytelling, the one time when he can take delight in something. The one time when he can act his age and merely enjoy the tales, of evil witches from across the seas or starstruck lovers cast apart by their parents.
One day he was speaking to his counsel when he decided to ask a question.
"The harvest is still abundant," Began an advisor, telling the pharaoh the week's progress, "The Nile has not flooded in four years, and no major storms have caused severe damage." His voice was droning and caused a sleepy air to fill the room. He was speaking more to the others than to the young and naïve Pharaoh.
"Why?" Yugi asked, eyes alight with the innocence and joy of asking a question.
"Excuse me?" Asked another of his advisors.
"Why is everything so perfect?" He cocked his head to the side, jewelry and crown clinking around his tri-colored hair.
"We believe that the gods have been sorry for your loss and have blessed you. Therefore, your mere presence grants the gifts of abundance and good weather." Commented one advisor. He was one of the most looked down on and very often, he was not taken seriously. The others glared at him.
"Oh," He said, resuming his air of silent thoughtfulness. His counsel did not like him to think too much. They thought he might get ideas to fire some of them, or worse, look them in the eyes with fiery anger. He knew this, but he couldn't stop the thoughts that plauged him every day. He sometimes wished he could forget about being pharaoh, for he hated the power that was associated with his name. The only time he could forget, was in sleep, and even then sometimes dreams of being pharaoh haunt him there.
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Reviews are needed to continue. Flames will be used to continue the inferno in Yugi's eyes.
Junko the Lost