Author's Note: A sudden idea of my favorite couple of course, setting on ancient Egypt so we'll be going back to 'Seth' and 'Jou' ('Atemu' and 'Yugi') now.
Summary: A slave is found upon the priest's grounds. The slave begs for his life, only under one certain condition. SxJ; R&R
Love & Punishment
The city amazed at his glory.
The sun shined only on his staff and his presence, the wind followed him as he swept through the bowed crowd. With high respect, knowledge and wisdom known to be greater than anyone else- he is the priest of the golden sands, Egypt.
Often the winds would dance within the sand, and the sunset stars will form to gaze upon the ancient gods they worshipped for wealth, love, and prosperity.
But their strength and power belonged to the Head ruler and his Advisor.
So all men feared them-
The Ruler was known to be merciful and graceful, while the priest was full of hostility and righteousness. If one was to be caught among them, they'd pray for Atemu, their pharaoh.
Then a vulnerable one was caught on the feet of their priest.
He was immediately pulled to chair of answers, questioned and beaten.
"With r-respect, I n-needed food, I haven't eaten in ages,"
He shuddered as his numb pain all gathered to form bloody marks. His pale body was covered with filth and unworthy, ripped cloth to barely cover it all.
"You have no right to steal!"
The voice thundered and warned, whipping him again to keep alive to feel the burning pain.
"That is enough."
Almost a whisper, but a reminder heard by all men evens the stricken child.
"Leave this place. All of you."
He walked closer, as men bowed, almost smiling at the thought of all the brutal things the slave will go through. It was hardly enough for a wretched child.
"Open you eyes, let me see your face."
The man spoke as soon as the door behind them closed.
His voice echoed but the child pretended not to hear.
"Obey me."
His tone hinted of anger and annoyance and the slave responded. He opened his sand colored eyes, forcing his heavy pressured mind up to face the man, trying to see through his messy blonde hair. If the sun was to glisten at him, he would luster more than even the priest himself.
His amazing beauty was only veiled because of his case.
Then at the same time, the slave blushed, finally noticing he was with the mighty Priest himself.
"What have you done wrong?"
His eyes blinked and rolling tears came down to his cheeks.
Unexpectedly he spoke, coughing his desperate air, hoping to live.
"I stole- but Priest, I haven't eaten- I have no choice, this place I just-"
He almost screamed, cried to be heard in honesty.
But a doubt crashed into his mind.
This known brutal, difficult man can't possible understand of this cruel world of a slave.
He was high above many men and he just felt so different, something almost pristine.
Then he finally spoke in his true desperate manner.
"Please- Let me live."
The priest showed a smirk, looking down at the bowing slave.
"Why do you wish to live even when you have nothing to live for, child? You steal to eat, you sleep in places found near trash, you smell nothing but rotting and you can't even protect your vulnerable self."
The ground echoed of the teardrops that fell over and over.
"But slave, I will save you."
This was the first. The priest allowed a useless life to be saved.
"But once you are healed from every wound, I will indulge a punishment for your act."
The slave looked up.
He was given a choice; to live and be punished or to die and end everything he had been given.
But he has nothing to lose.
"I expect your answer is obvious. Follow me."
He tried to stand but fell at the sudden force that pressured him like gravity.
But the man in front of him didn't bother to look back even at the groaning of pain, so the slave quickly tried to stand once again, even from the pain and walk behind this cold man.
The guards looked at them walk out and frowned.
"P-Priest, what shall the slave-"
"He's to follow me."
He spoke, showing little interest whether he spoke in respect just to shut him up.
"Yes, understood."
The man muttered, watching the slave walking behind him.
He was lead to a building he never seen.
The silk, velvet curtain was the door and welcomed him into a golden room.
Women covered in white, pastel clothing stood and answered in unison.
"Wash this man, and clothe him."
Then the priest walked away into another velvet sheet.
The slave was led a room covered in blooming scent, asked to take off his clothing and was washed.
The women giggled as they talked with this child.
He was bright, filled with light and that's what he only showed.
His body was then bloomed with sweet perfume, soon with white linen then a crimson robe over everything else. The women pulled on a box and placed a golden bracelet on his left wrist, covering his scars.
She whispered as she combed his hair.
"Child, you must not look directly at the priest. Spoke only when you are told and always walk behind him. Bow when you greet him and once you leave. Show him respect and no certain emotions."
He nodded, smiled gently and looked at his reflection.
"He is in the room left of the blue curtain."
She had him stand and gaze at his true beauty.
"Fly, child."
He stood in the center of the room, as the priest walked in a circle to look at his every detail- like an art piece he gazed at him.
"Answer me in truth, child."
"Yes."
He moved his eyes accordingly so he won't meet his fierce eyes.
"How old are you?"
"I am 18, my Priest."
He nodded and smirked.
"What is your name?"
"Jounouchi Katsuya, my Priest."
"Then Jou…"
He stopped, and looked at his face directly.
"What should be your punishment…?"
Jou showed a flustered face, looking down feared to see his eyes.
"Look at me."
He demanded and Jou's head almost certainly goes up.
His eyes started to flutter in tears once again.
The blue eyes glared, choking the air and making it hard to breathe.
So cold and breathless, Jou stopped breathing.
His hand went up, fearing that he will pain him Jou flinched.
But only his hand went to caress his cheeks, his pale flesh.
His thumb played with his lips, so close now- his face and his, their eyes met directly even when they weren't suppose to.
Jou was lost and he showed a confused face- only so attracting to the smirking priest. Closing his eyes, he gulped- melting only the sweetest in his mouth.
They were so close they could-
"Open your eyes,"
He smirked and Jou opened his eyes in surprise and utter embarrassment.
The sweet scent of the priest overwhelmed him.
"Follow me."
New Fic! Can't you see the likeness of Sold Love in this too? Heh. (Sold Love is the other fic I'm currently working on) I actually need a Beta Reader so if you're interested please, talk to me! Please Review and I hope you Enjoyed!