Title: The Coming Forth By Day
Author: JD
Rating: R
Note: I'm B.S.-ing most the the Egyptian mythology, don't hold my story up to your history teacher when you fail an exam! Of course, I did my best to research this, I have seven books with me right now on my bed. Plus, in my story, they're not Millenium Items, they're God Items. Just makes more sense considering the setting.
***Whenever Yugi's native tongue is spoken, to translated it, just reverse the letters of each word. "Glad" becomes "dalg," "My name is Yugi" would be "Ym eman si Yugi" and most double letters (like "kill" = "lik") are dropped. Oh, and it said the Celts emerged around 780 B.C., many years after the suppose time frame of this story. Sometimes you have to bend the truth a bit. I do my best to stick to the Egyptian way of life and mythology, but the Celtic are merely speculation, not knowing much about them. I just consider them to have heavily believe in magic, so that's why I chose them over an easier to study set of people.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, this is illegal, even if I do put this disclaimer. But since everyone else does it, I doubt anyone is going to turn me in. Of course, you never know. I suppose that's why we use pen names instead of real ones. It would be legal if I was mocking these lovely characters owned by Kazuki Takahashi and Konomi, like I did in my other fic "If The World Had Gone To Hell and DJ Owned Yu-Gi-Oh!" (I'm also DJ, btw), but this right here is illegal. But so is fanart, but you see plenty of magazines that showcase it. Oh well, think of this as one of those "Unofficial Guides of Why the Yu-Gi-Oh! Characters Hate Each Other."
Yugi, a young slave, ran his arms across his brow, wiping off the sweat from his forehead. He winced in pain as a whip cracked over his back. "Get back to rowing, slave!"
Yugi took a deep breath and dipped the paddle back into the water, then began pulling the paddle towards him. His gaze went down at the water, yearning to dip himself in the cool clear liquid. He looked up past his limp bangs at the slave in front of him. Katsuya glanced back at him, gave him a half-hearted smile, then went back to paddling.
~~~
Yugi climbed onto the thin, rough mat, exhausted. Katsuya inched himself towards Yugi, pulling him close. The nights were cold and they needed each other for the warmth. Yugi closed his eyes, Katsuya being so close to him, feeling the warmth of his breath on his neck, and the rhythm of his heart lulling him to sleep.
~~~
"Get up! Everyone get up! The god has ascended!"
Yugi woke up with a start, the slave corridors having become complete chaos. Katsuya grabbed Yugi by the hand, forcing him up. "What's happening?" Yugi asked in a slave dialect.
"The Pharaoh has died," Katsuya answered. "A new god has come to us."
Yugi stopped, pausing to let that sink in, but was forced out by the other slaves into the grand courtyard of the palace. He looked around, shocked by the pure utter admiration--or terror--they had for their pharaoh. "Katsuya, Katsuya!" he whispered frantically. "What's happening?" he whispered in his native tongue.
"A new son has been born from Ra, our high god. We have a new pharaoh."
Yugi looked up at the high platform, but, being as far away as he was, he couldn't make out anything but their blurry shapes. He felt himself being pulled down. "Get down, Yugi! Have respect for your god."
Yugi mimicked the hunched up position, forehead touching the ground, that his fellow slaves were in.
~~~
"Take off your clothes and form the sign of eternal life," the High Presist Seto spoke loudly.
Yami looked up into the eyes of his barley elder priest. After stripping himself of his royal robes down to a thin kilt, he held his arms straight out from either side, he formed the shape of the ankh with his body. Seto dipped his fingers into a bowl and ran sweet smelling oil over Yami's forehead into the shape of the Eye of Ra. Picking up his God Rod, he touched Yami's forehead, stomach, right side, left side in secession. He repeated this several times, faintly chanting an ancient prayer. Stepping back to the alter, he picked up the God Puzzle worn by Yami's father and placed the chain over his neck. "Our Pharoh, our Morning Star," he said loudly. "Lead us to prosperity and shield us from danger." He fell to his knees, bowing before his leader. All the guards followed, along with the advisors. Yami looked around, over whelmed.
~~~
Safely back in their sleeping chambers, Yugi began to fall asleep instantly in Katsuya's arms. Yugi paid no attention to the wondering guards that were in their room, the sound of their footsteps having become common to him. Suddenly he was ripped from his sleep when he felt hands grabbing him from Katsuya's protection, pushing him against the rough wall. The same hands began to rip at his clothes and hands wondered where he had never been touched before.
Katsuya stayed laying down, but watched as the guard rapped his best friend. Yugi soft cries kept all the slaves awake that night and it wasn't until the few hours before Ra's rebirth (dawn) that any sleep could be found for any of them. It was this time the guards finally grew bored of Yugi and left. Katsuya scrambled up and held Yugi close, whispering to him in a mix of Yugi's native tongue and his own. "It's alright, everything will be yako...eh si enog...eh si enog..."
~~~
Author: JD
Rating: R
Note: I'm B.S.-ing most the the Egyptian mythology, don't hold my story up to your history teacher when you fail an exam! Of course, I did my best to research this, I have seven books with me right now on my bed. Plus, in my story, they're not Millenium Items, they're God Items. Just makes more sense considering the setting.
***Whenever Yugi's native tongue is spoken, to translated it, just reverse the letters of each word. "Glad" becomes "dalg," "My name is Yugi" would be "Ym eman si Yugi" and most double letters (like "kill" = "lik") are dropped. Oh, and it said the Celts emerged around 780 B.C., many years after the suppose time frame of this story. Sometimes you have to bend the truth a bit. I do my best to stick to the Egyptian way of life and mythology, but the Celtic are merely speculation, not knowing much about them. I just consider them to have heavily believe in magic, so that's why I chose them over an easier to study set of people.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, this is illegal, even if I do put this disclaimer. But since everyone else does it, I doubt anyone is going to turn me in. Of course, you never know. I suppose that's why we use pen names instead of real ones. It would be legal if I was mocking these lovely characters owned by Kazuki Takahashi and Konomi, like I did in my other fic "If The World Had Gone To Hell and DJ Owned Yu-Gi-Oh!" (I'm also DJ, btw), but this right here is illegal. But so is fanart, but you see plenty of magazines that showcase it. Oh well, think of this as one of those "Unofficial Guides of Why the Yu-Gi-Oh! Characters Hate Each Other."
Yugi, a young slave, ran his arms across his brow, wiping off the sweat from his forehead. He winced in pain as a whip cracked over his back. "Get back to rowing, slave!"
Yugi took a deep breath and dipped the paddle back into the water, then began pulling the paddle towards him. His gaze went down at the water, yearning to dip himself in the cool clear liquid. He looked up past his limp bangs at the slave in front of him. Katsuya glanced back at him, gave him a half-hearted smile, then went back to paddling.
~~~
Yugi climbed onto the thin, rough mat, exhausted. Katsuya inched himself towards Yugi, pulling him close. The nights were cold and they needed each other for the warmth. Yugi closed his eyes, Katsuya being so close to him, feeling the warmth of his breath on his neck, and the rhythm of his heart lulling him to sleep.
~~~
"Get up! Everyone get up! The god has ascended!"
Yugi woke up with a start, the slave corridors having become complete chaos. Katsuya grabbed Yugi by the hand, forcing him up. "What's happening?" Yugi asked in a slave dialect.
"The Pharaoh has died," Katsuya answered. "A new god has come to us."
Yugi stopped, pausing to let that sink in, but was forced out by the other slaves into the grand courtyard of the palace. He looked around, shocked by the pure utter admiration--or terror--they had for their pharaoh. "Katsuya, Katsuya!" he whispered frantically. "What's happening?" he whispered in his native tongue.
"A new son has been born from Ra, our high god. We have a new pharaoh."
Yugi looked up at the high platform, but, being as far away as he was, he couldn't make out anything but their blurry shapes. He felt himself being pulled down. "Get down, Yugi! Have respect for your god."
Yugi mimicked the hunched up position, forehead touching the ground, that his fellow slaves were in.
~~~
"Take off your clothes and form the sign of eternal life," the High Presist Seto spoke loudly.
Yami looked up into the eyes of his barley elder priest. After stripping himself of his royal robes down to a thin kilt, he held his arms straight out from either side, he formed the shape of the ankh with his body. Seto dipped his fingers into a bowl and ran sweet smelling oil over Yami's forehead into the shape of the Eye of Ra. Picking up his God Rod, he touched Yami's forehead, stomach, right side, left side in secession. He repeated this several times, faintly chanting an ancient prayer. Stepping back to the alter, he picked up the God Puzzle worn by Yami's father and placed the chain over his neck. "Our Pharoh, our Morning Star," he said loudly. "Lead us to prosperity and shield us from danger." He fell to his knees, bowing before his leader. All the guards followed, along with the advisors. Yami looked around, over whelmed.
~~~
Safely back in their sleeping chambers, Yugi began to fall asleep instantly in Katsuya's arms. Yugi paid no attention to the wondering guards that were in their room, the sound of their footsteps having become common to him. Suddenly he was ripped from his sleep when he felt hands grabbing him from Katsuya's protection, pushing him against the rough wall. The same hands began to rip at his clothes and hands wondered where he had never been touched before.
Katsuya stayed laying down, but watched as the guard rapped his best friend. Yugi soft cries kept all the slaves awake that night and it wasn't until the few hours before Ra's rebirth (dawn) that any sleep could be found for any of them. It was this time the guards finally grew bored of Yugi and left. Katsuya scrambled up and held Yugi close, whispering to him in a mix of Yugi's native tongue and his own. "It's alright, everything will be yako...eh si enog...eh si enog..."
~~~