disclaimer: don't own Yugioh or its characters.
Prince Atemu...age 14 (and a half!)
My mother is determined to break my so-called "troublesome streak." I told her it was simply a side-effect to my naturally crazy hairstyle. She didn't buy that. I was then reprimanded for talking back. The irony of that is that if I didn't 'talk back' then how would I communicate? Anyway, since I've been told to shut up more times than the Aten can rise and set, then it was wise of me to find an alternative form of communication. And so...this journal was born. Better hope they have a consistent supply of papyrus because I have loads to say!
Shimon, likely from a suggestion of my mother, told me to start my journal with a daily routine of sorts. Talk about boring! Oh wait, that's what makes my day fun. Daily routines are so dull that I find ways to well...spice them up. Lucky me right? Wrong. I'm told I'm destined to become a king of games if I continue upon this path of creative challenges of avoidance. I don't know what that means. Life is a game! Father told me to stop pondering the unponderable. When I asked what in the Underworld's name that means, I was reprimanded and sent from the room. Okay...this is getting really dull really fast.
Anyway, I've side-tracked haven't I? Back to the daily grind right. Hmmm....grind...that has a whole new meaning at this age. Ah, nevermind, I'd better not start writing about that. My mother would gasp and I'd be reprimanded yet again for thinking impure thoughts. But isn't that natural at my age and gender? I'm really getting confused.
I'm dodging the subject again aren't I? Wow, I can't seem to stay on track for a second. Must be a side effect of puberty. My brain can't stay in a straight line. My body's even farther off track, and well...my thoughts fell off the track a couple of years ago.
Shimon's staring at me with that angry stare he always gives me when I'm not doing what I'm supposed to be doing. How can he know that? He can't read what I'm writing from where he's standing...or can he? I'd better stop talking about him. If he can read this, I'll be reprimanded...again.
So, here's yesterday for you. I figured I'd start one day back so that I'm actually one day ahead if I choose to find a way to skip out of this little task too. Gaming rule number 1, always be one step ahead. Life's one big game remember...anyway, here goes a day in the life of...me.
Wake up. Don't know what time I'm supposed to wake up. So, I just sleep until I hear the ranting of Shimon or my father.
Bathe and Dress. These are getting more and more interesting as the years go by. I'm beginning to take notice that the female servants who assist in such matters are rather...well...I'll stop. I'm off track yet again.
Morning meal. Hear the tasks for the day...most pertain to my father. My mother typically deals with the females throughout the palace and any matters the female nobles and commoners may have. Father and the priests take care of all the rest. Sometimes I'm scheduled to 'observe' father during his daily routines. Guess it's pre-king training. I know one thing...when I'm king, that dull routine is going to change! Being pharaoh is nothing but dull and boring!
Next on the agenda is magic training. Quite fun actually. Mahaado and Mana are there to liven things up. Mahaado and I must always keep an eye on Mana. She's blown up more pottery, fried more cats' tails, and even zapped Shimon on the ass once. Very amusing.
Use bathroom excuse and hide in a pot. Need to do this because next on the list is Shimon's dull lectures on politics, economics, and law. Bah! I'd rather shovel manure in the horse stables!
Usually discovered in the pot after an hour or so. But this time, I leap out on my own. Didn't realize palace spiders like pots too. Must keep that in mind next time. Reprimanded again. Then above mentioned lessons begin. Mana and Mahaado are not here for these. Their routine must be kinder to them than mine is.
Slight break as I await my next mentor. Decide to spice up the guards' routine two levels below me. It's hot out. I'll cool them off a bit. Drop two pouches of water atop them. They splat nicely! I dash back into the room. Now that was amusing! Moments later I find out one of the 'guards' was actually Priest Akunadin. Ooops. I'll be in trouble for that one. He's never in a good mood. Guess he needs to get laid more often? I've already got an excuse though. I'm studying this gravity theory thing. Yeah, that sounds like a decent explanation. Mental note to self: identify peoples before splatting them.
Language lessons next. I already know and speak fluently several different tongues. My father says one tongue that I've heard 'street rats' speak is one I'd best forget. But it's the most colorful and emotionally descriptive of them all! Reprimanded for using one of those colorful street rat words on Shimon. Wish I could hide in a pot again...another pot...not the last one. Too many spiders.
Midday meal break. This one I actually don't hide from. I usually find Mahaado and Mana here again. We discuss ways to break out of our daily routine. My father scowls at me. Shimon's eyes are sharper than a falcon's and father's ears are more sensitive than an elephant's! What sense does my mother excel at? Wait, I think I know...telepathy. No matter how creative my evasive tactics are or how smooth a talker I am...mother always knows.
Religion lessons next. Dull again. But, I do need to digest my meal so I tolerate these. It's all a bunch of memorization of chants, rituals, and other traditional religious routines. Did I just say routine again? Told you my life was a bore!
Military combat training and horsemanship after that. I enjoy these. But the generals and skilled troops my father has given this task to are rather mean and unforgiving. As soon as I advance in my dueling skills...perhaps some of these guys would like a little vacation in the shadow realm? They say it's for my own good...the rudeness, the rough treatment, and so on. I'm continuously told that no enemy would ever go easy on me. I made the mistake of saying a female one might, especially with my good looks, status, and charm. I got horse-whipped for that. Now I know I will never use a whip on a horse. I know what that feels like. Now I have two searing slash marks across my nicely tone backside. Better not scar. I'll send them to the poop pits when I'm king if they do!
Hide in another pot. Don't want to go to social class and etiquette training. My mother and Shimon teach this. Nope, I will not stride daintily or enforce the rules of my rank upon commoners. Here I am trying to grow a penis and they're trying to cut it off! I'm no woman! I don't know whose wise idea it was to make me feel like a man with the combat training and then suck my balls in with these lessons right after! Utter stupidity! Must inform my father that if this continues, the kingdom will be in jeopardy because I will be unable to produce an heir due to my sexual inadequecies induced by these very lessons! I wonder if I will be taught sexual etiquette? That could be interesting. Oh wait, my mother and Shimon teach these subjects. Yeah, I'll be ball-less before I'm 18 for sure.
Had to leave pot. Am I growing or did this pot shrink? Doesn't matter...bit by a snake. Good diversion. I must see the palace doctors at once! Not a poisonous snake that bit me (I do enjoy my biology studies and know all snakes by species), but I'm not telling anyone that. Let them assume the worst. I'll get out of the rest of the day's lessons. See, I'm one step ahead.
Doctors and nurses are nice. I'm sent to my chambers for bed rest and given large amounts of water so I can piss the venom away. I don't think that works, but since it wasn't a venomous snake, I'll just go with their advice. It gets me out of the daily routine anyway.
In my bedchambers. I complain of my body aching (not really, but you'll see what I'm getting to). Special message servants enter my chambers. Ahh, now this is how life should be! Must try to find other ways to have message servants in my chambers on a regular basis. My mother comes in all worried. I know I know...I feel bad for making her worry. I tell her the truth about the snake, but I also show her what the mean general did. I bet she will tell father. Potential demotion of said general to follow. My father likes strict and stern, but not to the point of causing physical injury. They will argue about the harsh realties of war, but my father will pull rank at that point and all will be solved.
Evening meal is brought to me. Nothing like food in bed! Relaxing with a soothing herbal compound on my back, servants feeding me the food because well...they just do. I can do all this all by myself, but every time I try to mention this to my parents, I am reminded of my status and destiny. Think I'll change that too when I'm pharaoh.
Mahaado visits me after the meal. With my persuasive charm and skill, I manage to convince him to join me on a late night out-of-palace experience. He's such a rule player! One day he's going to have to realize that one can't always play by the rules. Sometimes rules have to be scewed because one's opponent may not play by any rules at all. Reluctantly, he agrees to follow me and we plot our escape. I tell him of a nearby village bazaar filled with exotic fruits and I'm not just talking about the eating type. I am also growing fond of the beer they serve. We mainly drink wine in the palace. Father says our status is above the commoners' beer. Father doesn't know what he's missing!
Hours later...near morning. Hey, I nearly managed to stay out all night this time!
Okay, father DOES know what he's missing. Like father like son? I was busted by one incognito pharaoh...said father suddenly appeared just as I challenged a common boy to a beer drinking game. I told him I'm learning how the 'other sides' live so that I may be better as a ruler when my time comes. He says he's grown tired of my smart ass excuses. I told him I'd rather be a smart ass than a dumb shit. I'm awaiting another reprimand. Mahaado tried to take all the blame for us not being in the palace. What is wrong with that guy!? He keeps trying to save me from trouble. I told him I can get out of my own troubles, but he still keeps doing it. He's so stuck on our rank and status thing! I keep telling him of my goals and aspiration to eradicate that crap when I become pharaoh. Guess he doesn't fully believe me yet.
My punishment is another's vacation. The two stableboys are sent home for the day. I must do their work alone for an entire day. Well, I always said I'd prefer to shovel shit over daily lessons. Guess the gods answered me. They don't have a sense of humor. I was only kidding!
And so another day begins only this time, the routine has already changed. I do not bathe this morning. I will need to do that after I clean the stables. See, I've already mastered the art of changing this daily routine thing! Look out world, Atemu is on the loose!
author's note: This was just a short little random fic I felt like writing. It's going no where and doing nothing. All just for fun and amusement. ;P