عبد الآلهة
Slave of Gods
A/N: Okay, okay, to explain myself. I doubt I have many viewers, no, I KNOW I don't have very many viewers. I also know my writing needs a lot of improvement… But I won't be able to fix things unless you guys review and stuff, seriously, do it… Now to the story…
Chapter 1: The beginning of misfortune
Hello, my name is Yugi, I'm fifteen years old and I live in Egypt. I have never been to the capital city. But how I wish I could. I have heard rumors that the Pharaoh is only a year or so older than me. I have always wondered what he looks like, and what his personality is like. Those are things I will never fulfill. That was, until now. My story starts two weeks after my 15th birthday.
Yugi looked out the window of his family's small home, to the desert horizon. He had never been out of the small village he lived in. His life dream was to see what the young pharaoh looked like, but he dreams were always crushed by the village elder. "The hell do you think fool! The Pharaoh would never look upon scum like YOU! Not even if you were a slave to him!" He would always scold Yugi. It was bad enough that he looked different from all of the other Egyptians, even though he had full Egyptian blood in his veins, his skin was lighter, and his eyes were a striking amethyst, childlike in every way. He was always a head shorter than even the girls.
His head snapped up as he heard cries from outdoors. He dashed out to see guards grabbing children and teens. The streets were chaos as a guard noticed Yugi standing horrified at the children crying. "STOP! What are you doing?" He cried. A guard smirked "Yer a purtty one. Hey, do ye think the Pharaoh would like this one… I think I want to keep 'em. Har har har!" Yugi struggled against the iron strong grip on his arm. "Let me go! Leave me alone! No one owns me!" The guard just laughed. "Stop it, Aswad! We are here strictly to gather servants for the palace, not for our own personal… fantasies. A man sneered. He seemed to be in charge of the group of guards. "Whatever, High Priest Seto." The guard sneered back. "Get moving kiddo or we will have to hit that pretty face of yers." Yugi winced. "MOTHER, FATHER!" He screamed into the sky, but only knowing that they wouldn't hear him, after all they had been dead for years. He was dragged into a carriage and stuffed into a boy he knew by the name of Tristan, one of the boys who always picked on him. "They got you too huh Yugi?" Yugi looked up to a small smile on his bully's face. "Yes, they have it seems." He whispered almost inaudibly. Joey looked over to Yugi. "Oh no Yuge, did yer white skin give yer hiding place away?" He was immediately smacked in the head by Tristan. "Not now Joey, leave him be, just not tonight. It's too much for the poor guy."
The thing of it was, the two boys were actually jealous of the boy's different looks, and had always wanted to befriend him, but didn't want to be shunned by all of the others. But who knew what would happen to them all now. Yugi looked out of the window of the carriage. "What does the Pharaoh look like? I always wanted to know that, now it seems that I will get to find out, the worst way possible. This day couldn't get any better or worse." Yugi breathed. It was going to be a long night. Soon he fell into an uncomfortable sleep.
Yugi was jolted awake but the abrupt stop and yell of the guards. Yells echoed across the palace courtyard. The door to the carriage opened and one by one the new slaves were chained and lined up in the court yard. A guard stood before them and bellowed at them, "DO YOU SLAVES HAVE ANY QUESTIONS BEFOR YOU ARE BROUGHT BEFORE THE PHARAOH HIMSELF?" Yugi gulped and timidly raised a hand. "What is the Pharaoh like?" His small voice rang out though the silence.
"Who is he? The Pharaoh is an attractive man who exudes an air of peace and calm. His discreet and reserved manner reflects a certain mystery which only adds to his undeniable charm. However, shyness can impede his ability to communicate effectively and this can mean that he sometimes feels awkward in his human relationships. Nevertheless, the Pharaoh is a pleasant and sociable man who is rather sensitive to beauty and art. He aspires to perfection, which can often render him critical and demanding - fussy even, and this can spill over into his social life where he can be highly selective, only getting involved if he considers that the person is worth his time and can be trusted. He is among those who believe that one is better off alone than in inappropriate company, and makes a point of allowing time for solitude and peace and quiet, far away from the busy world of hustle and bustle. Consciously or unconsciously, he cultivates mystery in his secret garden, and certainly prefers to remain silent than engage in small talk. A bit of a worrier he is susceptible to nervousness and anxiety, somewhat dreading the judgment of others and often needs to be supported and guided. His rhythm of activity is inconsistent, depending on the level of motivation that he feels for the task at hand. Even so, he is entirely capable of making up for the time that he dedicates to hesitation or reflection. Furthermore, The Pharaoh is a sensitive man (although he doesn´t always know how to show it) who is often influenced by the family environment in some way or another. With the karmic 6, he could be tempted to flee certain responsibilities, notably those concerning the family that he deems too burdensome or, conversely, he could become overly involved to the extent where he feels suffocated. As a child, he needs company and tranquility in order to thrive. He enjoys cogitation, reflection and meditation, although he equally needs to be physically active. It is completely useless to try to get him to talk at all costs if he has decided on the contrary: you´ll only embarrass him and you might as well bang your head against a brick wall for the entire difference it´ll make. It isn´t impossible for him to react to an intrusion into what he considers to be private with a certain opposition (either passive or active)... Moreover, he has a keen sense of justice and can react violently if he or those he loves are subjected to unfair treatment. Does that answer your question?" A woman with black hair spoke.
Yugi stood stunned. "Y-yes ma'am!" He whispered. "Good. Ladies and gentlemen, I am Isis. I am the slave head. I will be taking you to the Pharaoh. Please stand and follow me this way please." All of the new slaves were yanked up by the chains around their wrists and feet, and slowly pulled to the throne room. One by one they were unlocked and looked down by the Pharaoh himself, but from where Yugi was standing, he couldn't see him. Of course it didn't help that he had his eyes locked to his feet. He was terrified. Never in his life had he ever though he would actually meet the Pharaoh, and under these conditions. He felt rough hands grab him and yank him forward, eyes still locked on the floor he stood before the Pharaoh. Yugi glanced behind himself to see that he was the last slave that was in the throne room. "Look at me servant." A commanding voice told him. Yugi timidly raised his eyes to set sight on the Pharaoh. Crimson eyes met amethyst. Yugi's eyes widened to the face that the Pharaoh look similar to himself.
His hair was in the same style, but his fringes were red, unlike Yugi's which were purple. His golden bangs shot up though his hair like lightning bolts against the black of his hair. His eyes were more mature and less childlike than Yugi's and he was only a few inches taller. A spark of amusement lit up in his eyes. "Well it looks that I finally found a boy near my age that's actually shorter than me. And he also looks like me. How ironic." He laughed. Yugi mumbled something under his breath. The amusement was gone, "Speak up slave!" Yugi jumped "Sorry! I just said "once again, I'm the shortest person here" The Pharaoh smirked. "Well don't feel too bad. I'm sure there is someone out there even shorter than you. But don't get your hopes up." (I'm pretty sure Edward Elric is a few inches shorter than Yugi ^_^ Anyway, who cares) Yugi nodded. "Now to business, let's see here." The Pharaoh grabbed Yugi's chin and turned his head to the side. He glided over the boy, examining every inch of him, his arms, legs, back, and chest. "You aren't well built for heavy labor, what all can you do?" The Pharaoh demanded.
"I am good at taking care of people. I like helping injured persons. But I was discriminated at home, so no one would let me touch them." The Pharaoh frowned "What is your name slave? I don't feel right calling you "slave". It seems rude." Yugi tilted his head in confusion. "My n-name is Yugi, y-your highness." Yugi stammered bowing. "Yugi, I like that name. My real name is Atem, but no one is allowed to call me that unless I give them permission." Yugi nodded.
"You will be put in the medical corps for healing training, later you may be relocated to be someone's individual slave, for healing purposes." The Pharaoh said. Without another word, Yugi was escorted to the medical wing of the palace.
A/N: Well here we go again. I don't know how this one is going to turn out, but to all honesty, I have really wanted to do a slave story. Well then R&R