A/N: Hm. I've always wanted to do a Atem/OC fic- it seems pretty difficult to come up with an original idea, though. Most of them are amazing ideas and I love them, so I'm finding it hard not to base the story off them. XD But after several weeks of arguing with my brain, I finally came up with something slightly original. One thing I don't like about these fics, they always make Bakura the bad guy! DX I know he is, but I write ALL kinds of Bakura with other people fics! Ever read Stay with Me, my fic? If you have, you would know that Bakura is actually better! *cries* Anyways~~ Let's move onto the story, but I bet you already have because you don't care what I say! XD
Warning: Rated for later chapters...
I own nothing but the OC and plot! C:
Chapter One: Field of Innocence
Atem sighed as he let his small feet dangle from a small wooden dock that had gone unused for years now in the Nile, not going too far out from the shore at all. Amun-Ra(1) shown high above in the heavens that day; light penetrating even the darkest of places. And that is exactly why Atem was here, enjoying the nice day.
Saimun did not know he was here, though; he was Atem's grandfather and teacher. He was suppose to be studying things for when he would take over for his father once he passed onto the Afterlife.
Atem shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts. He didn't need to be thinking of sad thoughts like that on such a beautiful day like this one; he should be enjoying it while he can- before Saimun finds him, anyways. His grandfather knew where he fled to, it wasn't that hard to figure out, anyways.
Suddenly, he heard someone approaching him. Atem let out another sigh, not looking over at the figure. "I see you've found me, Saimun..."
"Who's Saimun?" asked a small voice.
Atem's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, biting his lip as an embarrassed blush spread upon his tan cheeks when he caught sight of a small seven-year-old girl staring at him curiously with neon blue eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry!" he laughed nervously. "I thought you were someone else!"
The small girl smiled softly at him, carefully sitting down next to him on the dock, smoothing out her cream dress, dangling her feet along with Atem's. "It's OK! But who is that?"
"That's my grandfather," Atem explained, a sly smile appearing on his lips and a mischievous gleam shines in his crimson orbs, "I'm hiding from him, so don't say anything,"
The girl giggled cutely. "I won't say a word!" asking, "How old are you?"
"I'm ten, and what about you?" Atem answered.
The blonde held up seven fingers at him, smiling bright. "Seven, but I'm almost eight!"
Atem laughed slightly, nodding. "That's nice; happy early birthday then, uh... What your name?"
The blue-eyed blonde giggled at the large blush accompanying the prince's cheeks. "My names Amaska! What's yours?"
"Amaska..." he repeated, smiling. "My names Atem,"
Amaska smiled at him, her neon blue eyes shining with childish joy. She carefully held out a small tan hand to him, "Nice to meet you, Atem,"
Atem smiled, shaking her hand with his. "Same here, Amaska."
"So," she began, "why are you hiding from your grandpa?"
Atem sighed. "He's my teacher," he explained, "and what he is teaching me is something I do not wish to do,"
"Oh," Amaska said, looking down to the Nile's bright blue water that reflected her and Atem's image. "What's wrong with your eyes?" she asked suddenly.
Atem blinked in confusion at her. "What do you mean by that?"
The blonde child shrugs. "They remind me of blood..." she states. "Did something happen to them?"
"No, I was just born with this eye color," he explains, looking rather amused, deciding not to poke fun at her sense she was so young.
"Oh," she giggles. "I'm sorry if I offended you, Atem!"
The tri-colored haired boy shook his head. "Not at all, Amaska. It was just a misunderstanding; it's fine," a small devious smirk curled onto Atem's lips as a thought crossed his mind. "But what about you?"
Amaska's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Your eyes! They're bluer than the Nile's water!" Atem exclaims, making Amaska blush bright pink. "Or even then the sky on this very day!"
Amaska blinked rapidly, her blush deepening. "N-no they're not!" she squealed in embarrassment; her hands covering her flushed face, turning away from Atem. "You're so mean!"
"How am I mean?" Atem questioned curious, scooting closer to her as he peeked over her shoulder. "I was just giving you a compliment," he explains.
"What does that mean, Atem?" Amaska asked, finally turning around and looking into Atem's bloody red eyes with her neon blue ones.
Atem smiled. "Well, I guess it means you think something of another person is really, um, beautiful or pretty or just something really nice," Atem explains awkwardly.
Amaska smiled brightly at him. "You think my eyes are pretty?"
The prince blushed as crimson as his eyes. "Eh... Well, yeah," he said awkwardly, "they're really pretty, you are too," Atem's eyes widened when he noticed what he had slipped out.
The blonde female grinned at him, tapping his nose with her small finger. "I like your eyes, too, Atem! Your face is pretty nice, as well!" she giggled.
Atem grinned, the blush still adoring his cheeks. "Thanks, Amaska,"
Amaska giggles more. "You're welcome, Temy!"
"ATEM! Atem, where are you!"
Atem bit his lip. "I have to go now, Amaska," he explained, smiling softly at her when he saw her face drop. "But meet me back here tomorrow?"
Amaska grinned. "Of course! Bye-bye, Temy! See your handsome face tomorrow!" she yelled to him as she ran off.
Atem laughed slightly, standing up from the small dock, frowning slightly as he watched his grandfather walk towards. "Hello, Jedde(2)," he said plainly. "How has your day been for you?"
"Stressful," Saimun states grudgingly. "Atem," he sighs, closing his eyes, "you can't just go off like that; at least let someone know,"
"If someone knew, I wouldn't be allowed to go," Atem spat irritably, Saimun wincing at his tone.
Saimun sighs once again, opening his eyes. "It's for your own protection, prince; you know that," hurt flashes in the elder man's eyes as he continues, "If we lost you, your father would be completely devastated. You are the only son he has, Atem, and you are very aware already that your sisters cannot rule Egypt..."
Atem nods. "I am aware, Jedde, but that doesn't mean I asked for this destiny. It's stupid, really, having to rule this place; having to carry my father's burden on top of my head in the shape of a crown, and having the fear that I won't match up to his great rule,"
Saimun smiles slightly at him. "Don't worry, Atem, you will be even greater than your father; he ruled better than I, you know." Saimun informed.
The ten-year-old's eyes widened slightly. "Really?"
Saimun chuckled, nodding. "Atem?"
"Yes, Jedde?"
"Who was that little girl you were talking to earlier?"
"Oh, Amaska?" Atem smiled. "She was just keeping my company while I hid from you," he teased, poking at his grandfather's side.
Saimun rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Well, I'm glad you made a friend, Atem,"
"Me, too, Jedde, me too..." Atem whispers, his mind playing back the image of the seven-year-old girl with neon blue eyes and golden-white hair.
A/N: It was weird listening to Simon Curtis while writing this; mostly because Simon is a very sexual singer while I'm writing a cute chapter about two children. *facepalm*
1- Amun-Ra: The Egyptian sun god, often referred to as "Ra" or "Amun", but was properly used as "Amun-Ra".
2-Jedde: Means Grandfather in Arabic.