Well, people, after the insistence of a friend, here I leave a fic I wrote years ago during a period of exams. Don't ask to much of it (I was stressed) and say thanks you to my beautiful and well versed beta Kris.
Without you this would have been impossible.
The redhaired boy hit the wall with his knuckles with a soft but firm knock, then, he drew near the wall, and listened carefully to the echo the little sound emitted.
A big grin spread on his face as a hollow sound echoed through the hall of the tomb they were in. Definitely, on the other side of that wall, was a big hole. Or even something better: what they had been searching for months.
"It's here" he informed his blonde colleague standing behind him and holding a rudimentary flashlight to light the path within those labyrinthine walls.
They had been excavating in that barren place in Egypt, in search of one of his famous tombs. When they had finally got the fundings to start the project, he and his extravagant college fellow had thrown a hell of a party like teenagers after an examination period.
Egypt was the dream of every archaeologist, and his first project after getting his doctorate was just in that desert country. They couldn't even believe it. So they had quickly gathered their things, bought the plane tickets and flew to the chaos of the Cairo's airport ready to start immediately.
The excavations didn't take long to start and quickly, with the help of the natives of the area, they established their base in the place they had studied in their thesis and career, and where they expected a hidden tomb of one of the ancients pharaohs.
However, the beginning excitement and enthusiasm, had slowly evaporated, as the months passed by and nothing appeared from the earth but sand, dust... and more earth. Kidd and his colleague Killer began to lose hope by the lack of results and started getting irritated by the pressure. After all, if they didn't find anything, it would be a stunning loss of valuable time and money for the university.
It would also be the failure and ruin for them as archaeologists.
Thank God, when they were about to give up and return to America, what they were searching for finally appeared.
The tomb buried under the earth was completely covered with sand and, after finding it, they had to remove it all carefully, so the construction beneath the tomb wouldn't collapse by the pressure change. Then they had to remove the huge stones that had sealed the place for years and finally Kidd and his friend started the fun and exciting task of travelling through it's corridors and drawing a rudimentary map of its structure.
Neither seemed the tomb to have been plundered by grave robbers, nor had it suffered any alteration over the years, which meant that, hopefully, this tomb would be one of the greatest discoveries in Egyptology in several years.
The hieroglyphs on the walls gleamed as if they had been painted yesterday afternoon, and both Kidd and Killer had spent several hours deciphering the inscriptions stupidly excited. But they also had been spending a lot of time on surviving and disabling several traps that despite so many years, still had as much precision as they used to have.
But still, they hadn't been able find the damn main tomb and the treasures it hides.
Until now.
"If it's here, we'll have to rupture the wall if we want to get across it" Killer replied, finally settling against the wall behind him to watch everything the redhead did "but I think we should wait and analyze the hieroglyphs before, to see if it is really here" Killer added.
However, Kidd just rolled his eyes at his suggestion making it clear he was completely against this suggestion while making the blond frown even more.
"Kidd, you know this has a process" Killer reminded him. And the redhead rolled his eyes again and this time he accompanied the dramatic gesture by an exaggerated and bored snort.
"I'm tired of waiting Killer, we have spent a year looking for this, and I won't wait any longer" he answered like a little spoiled child.
The blond instead just looked at him intensely and frowning in a silent warning. The redhead stared back at him with an entertained look. Killer knew what that look meant, and he knew that there was no way to make him change his mind. Even more, if he kept insisting, at the end he would be the one breaking through the wall following Kidd's instructions.
"I'm not helping you" he finally surrendered looking away from the amber eyes, totally defeated.
The redhead smiled happily at his victory as he took the hammer from the utensils scattered around him, and rose from his kneeling position to face the wall properly. Killer turned his head not wanting to see the massacre. If he didn't see it, there was the chance that the court will charge him with less years in prison.
"Here we go."
The first blow echoed down the long, dark hallway, the ceiling shook violently causing the dust between the stone joints fell on top of them in a blinding rain. Killer coughed as the candle of the lamp flickered and sputtered, trying to keep burning the wick.
The shadows fluttered with the second hit, causing the figures drawn on the walls to move around them, coming back to life thanks to the flickering candle. The blonde gasped as he felt the hairs on his arms stand on end and a strange atmosphere fall over the place. It almost seemed as if they were opening the gates to hell, and with each blow the redhead delivered against the decorated wall, they were unleashing a new curse.
"Kidd" Killer coughed slightly disturbed by the strange sensation.
But finally, with a final blow, the sound of something breaking rang in front of him, and he heard the redhead letting out a satisfied laugh and the wall collapsed, revealing its ancient secrets.
"Give me the light Killer" the younger and impulsive boy ordered.
The blond moved to catch the small flame shivering in an invisible wind, but the impatient redhead had already moved to take it and was quickly pointing it towards the newly opened cavity. With curiosity exceeding concern and fear, Killer rose from the ground, eager to see too what the redhead has found.
"Can you see something?" The blond man asked the other as he approached the place, but Kidd was just frowning as he moved the lamp from side to side trying to glimpse through the dark space.
"Still nothing, I think we should make a bigger hole" Kidd said lifting the hammer again, willing to keep pounding at the artwork that was the wall.
Another blow echoed in dark and isolated place. And suddenly the redhead was no longer at his side and only a cloud of dust and sand flow around him. Killer blinked in confusion as he returned to dip slowly into the absolute darkness and silence of the tomb, when he heard something falling down with an impact further away.
"Kidd?" he asked scared. But the echo of his own voice and the ancestral calm of those walls were his only answers.
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When Kidd woke up after the deep fall, he found himself surrounded by the purest darkness and with a throbbing pain in his temple that didn't let him think. Stunned by the strange environment Kidd took a breath trying to remember where the light was, while his sigh echoed in what seems as a large room.
Where was he? What had happened? With difficulty, thanks to the throbbing pain in his head and the complete darkness, Kidd sat up on the cold stone floor where he was lying, and probed the ground around himself in search for the lamp he remembered falling with him.
Unfortunately only stones and dust surrounded him in that oppressive darkness.
Where was he? Where was Killer? While fear began to seize him within each passing minute, his hand finally touched something metallic and cold. Kidd gripped the broken lamp tightly with cold fingers and pressed it against his chest, starting to panic. His other hand quickly flew to his jeans pockets in search of something that will make the damn wick burn again.
The fear was making his whole body tremble more and more and he just couldn't find the lighter. He hated dark places, and in this void darkness, something seemed to be hiding. Something occult and lurking. Something that seemed to have been waiting thousands of years.
This was a tomb after all. The traps and tricks of the architects used to be very creative for thieves not to pillage their treasures. Spiders? Snakes? His hand shook as he clutched the rudimentary box of matches in his damn shinbone pocket.
He hated spiders. Kidd swore that if he was surrounded by spiders, he would panic and destroy the whole place not caring for any shit. God, if he was surrounded by spiders he won't dig ever again, and he would spend the rest of his life as one of those archaeologists that lived among books as a sensible and normal person. He swore he would never go searching for adventure again.
An orange spark burned a few seconds before his eyes when he tried to light the match before going off again.
For the virgin's virginal shake. Fuck it. Just no. It had to fucking work. Otherwise he will just start screaming like a frightened teenager until someone found him, it had to fucking work.
A second and serene flame lit in front of his eyes between his trembling fingers after the second try and Kidd couldn't contain a sigh of pure relief that escaped his lips. Quickly but gently, the redhead took the little match and tried to lit the candle inside the lamp before it extinguished again and drowned him in that horrible darkness.
When everything was in place and the flame burned strong and proud inside the broken lamp, Kidd finally raised it to illuminate the room, and looked around.
No poisonous cobras, spiders or stupid traps awaited him in the depths of the tomb. No, what he saw around him left him with his mouth open, but for an entirely other reason.
Gold.
He sat in the middle of a huge room covered from floor to ceiling in gold. Above his head was the only dark hole that must has been created when he had fallen and -by some kind of miracle- survived, but the rest was just pristine gold coating every surface.
For a moment Kidd stood quiet with his mouth open like an idiot, and just turned around admiring everything. The walls were riddled drawings that told stories that Killer and him will spend hours translating. The offerings of jewelry and food from centuries ago plagued the ground between common objects such as chairs or clothes, people of that time believed the dead would need in their next life.
Kidd walked through everything being careful not to touch or break anything more than what he had already broken by his fall. He slowly walked around the room litting the small torches on the walls until the entire place shone like a precious gem around him.
He returned to take another turn unable to stop watching the treasure. His treasure, as he was now the only man on earth who knew of its existence. God, he felt goosebumps running over his body at that feeling and for a moment, Kidd felt like the most powerful man in the world.
Stunned and amazed he read the hieroglyphs on the walls that told the life of the buried pharaoh without paying really attention: a famous pharaoh, loved by his people for his knowledge and intelligence, but died before the age of thirty, had won the battle against ...
Ah. He would read it later, now his mind was only focused on the most important object in the whole room, and the only reason he had come to Egypt: The huge sarcophagus, sitting in the middle of the room, that might contain the most famous mummy of all times.
Kidd approached it quietly. Almost holding his breath and with his heart beating fast. God, he had discovered a mummy, he, Eustass Kidd, the boy that his first professor of Egyptology, had dismissed out of class for being a stupid troublemaker.
He let out a sarcastic laugh.
However, as he approached the marvelous stone coffin, he realized that something was completely out of place. The mummies were usually covered by several sarcophagi, each more decorated than the previous one. One inside another like one of those famous Russian dolls, and then, as a final protection, these golden coffins were covered with large and heavy stone slabs to complicate things even more for the grave robbers and make them almost inaccessible.
But this mummy was completely different from that simple theory. The large stone block has been pulled apart, with all the several coffin lids, leaving the mummy covered with just the last lid.
Kidd frowned at it, disturbed by that strange discovery.
Why was it like that? Had the grave robbers entered? No, that was impossible, there hadn't been any indication of robbery so far, and the chamber only has one hole through which he had fallen. Would that be a new discovery? A new form of burial?
Smiling at this curious and strange Pharaoh, Kidd studied the coffin that covered the embalmed body of a thousands of years old mummy. He studied the face painted on the wood with those eyes lengthened with a thin black line of kohl, he admired the ornamental crown, the arms crossed over his chest holding the elements of power...
Kidd swallowed with the temptation and curiosity swirling in his mind. What would happen if he pecked at the mummy?
Kidd knew he shouldn't. He first had to call Killer and get the coffin out of there in a strict order, pointing the exact placement of each object and the conditions they were in. It all has to be scientifically recorded for others to study the discovery.
But he had already broken many rules today, especially when entering through the roof. So one more wouldn't make much of a difference, will it? Just a little glance and he will leave everything as it was now. There won't be any prove. Not even Killer would notice anything.
Leaning over the coffin, he placed his hands on the wooden lid that weighed more than it should as it was so decorated with gold and precious stones, and with a little effort, he pull it off and left it aside with the rest of the lids of the other coffins. Then, with the curiosity overflowing through the veins of his body, he leaned over the coffin to admire his discovery like a father leans over a cradle to see his son.
His eyes widened at what was inside, because it definitely wasn't what he had expected.
Instead of a mummy covered with bandages, smelling musty and old and hiding thousand secrets, there was just a normal man lying there like it was the most normal thing in the world. Neither embalmed nor covered with dust and bandages. Just nothing. He almost seemed to just has been resting, locked there, for all those millennia.
Kidd frowned, not sure of what to think of this. It didn't look like one of Killer's jokes, it was too real and complicated to be a joke. So what was this man doing here?
Approaching the mummy a bit more, he studied it carefully.
The man was completely motionless, dead, with his arms crossed over his chest as the drawing of the coffin, and was carrying the arms, jewelry and clothing typical of the era of unification of the low and high Egypt.
Was this then a new preservation technique? Kidd wondered, what the hell they had done for the body to absolutely not corrupt for so long? Formaldehyde? No, definitely not, it didn't smell of any kind of chemicals, and not even fixed dead bodies lasted so long without the minimum corruption.
His "mummy" seemed almost to be sleeping. His messy black hair was spreading over the bottom of the sarcophagus, and he even had the typical sun kissed skin of the people who lived in that part of the world and had to endure the desert sun daily. God, that skin looked so temptingly soft. He even had that typical little goat that followed the fashion of the time, and he was completely covered in jewels at every part of the body where someone could wear jewelry.
The man had been more or less of his height Kidd calculated quickly, but the pharaoh was definitely much thinner than he was. Which was no surprise for the redhead. After all, the man was a pharaoh who didn't have to do any physical work for a living, while Kidd had spent the last months lifting stone after stone in search for treasures.
Kidd looked at the man still not believing what he was seeing. This was just absurd. Nobody endured so many centuries without being corrupted at least a bit. This was simply impossible.
The redhead then straightened up and circled around the coffin admiring "the mummy" from different angles trying to figure out the trick. However, nothing caught his attention. What the fuck? How was this even possible? He stood again in front of the pharaoh, observing that tanned and peaceful sleeping face.
Somehow, the man had actually been very attractive, the redhead allowed himself to think. Now he understood why his people had given him so much offering and praise. He won't mind to pray to someone with that face either.
Swallowing, and with the impression that he was doing something he shouldn't do for so many different reasons, Kidd reached out to touch that beautiful face to know how it felt under his fingers.
His own skin tingled as his hand came closer to that pristine and velvety skin with the only intention of just caressing it. His body leaned unconsciously into the coffin while he still hesitated to touch the ancient and beautiful mummy, but was, at the same time unable stop the slow progress of his hand.
Kid shivered for no apparent reason as his fingers brushed the smooth surface of a cheek.
And the mummy's eyes flew open and stared at him with an intense gaze with eyes the color of silver.
Kidd immediately jumped back with the biggest scare of his life causing him a mini-stroke, and with a hysterical shriek escaping his mouth in a humiliating way. In shock, he also slipped on the dust on the floor and landed on his backside pathetically.
"F-fuck" he swore under his breath suffering from another huge panic attack.
What the fucking fuck? It was alive? .Fuck?
He quickly looked around himself trying to find something to defend himself from that millenary zombie. Unfortunately, what he caught in the chaos of the moment was only a little plate of offerings, made of shimmering gold. But Kidd didn't even care. He was just pissing himself in fear, and he just menacingly raised the dangerous dish between themselves, watching with wide eyes the damn tomb from the ground.
At first nothing happened. Then, an angry growl was heard and a tanned hand gripped the side of the coffin with long, strong and very alive fingers. The pharaoh elegantly rose from the grave as zombies did in the movies, only that, instead of wearing a dumb and drooling expression, the old king showed a clear sign of anger in his frown.
Kidd swallowed as he grabbed the plate even stronger. But then the man turned to look at him with that intense and angry face after being asleep for thousands of years, and Kidd just wanted to scream again hysterically and run away while throwing the plate and everything around him towards that monster.
Fortunately the fear had paralyzed him and all he could do was shaking terrified. The ex-mummy however, only studied him carefully for a moment with those piercing gray eyes just doing nothing.
"What are you doing?" the pharaoh then asked looking at the dish Kidd was holding as sword in his hand.
"I ... is ... you're ... " Unfortunately Kidd's mind was too altered to form a decent phrase and he just babbled confused.
The man stared at him intently again before smiling sideways with a slight mockery in his eyes. Resting his arm on the side of the grave, he leaned his chin on the back of his hand and looked at the person who had awakened him in detail.
"Are you aware of what you have done? How you dare to wake me, child?" He began to ask him, teasing the man slightly "And why are you bearing such horrendous garments?", and what troubled him the most since he had seen the boy, "And why has your hair the color of blood?"
But the boy kept looking at him as if he'd seen a ghost, and when he responded he did it again without any consistency.
"I don't…"
The mummy rolled his eyes in exasperation. Why had he always to deal with brainless idiotic commoners?
Still he wanted the information. He had never seen anyone like this boy, brunettes?, of course, blind people, black haired men ... but someone with red hair? How could that be possible? That was weird. Something he had never seen and something he would love to study until he found the reason for such an effect. So this time, while trying to understand the phenomenon, he tried to ask a question that would be understandable even to an idiot like the one before him.
"Who are you, little boy?" He asked in a tone that made it clear what he thought of the man's intelligence.
And Kidd finally got his mind to react.
He frowned hearing the monster. Was it making fun of him? Yes, with that tone he was definitely mocking him. And no one made fun of him. Or at least no one made fun of him and lived to tell about it for a long time. The irritation quickly substituted the fear and he arrogantly raised his head, looking at the man straight in the eye.
"I'm Eustass Kidd" he proudly announced before adding an offensive "And you?"
The man raised an eyebrow at his question, as if the fact that Kidd ask him a question amazed him.
Kidd clenched his fists starting to get mad with that cocky attitude. He could not believe that such a man had scared him. He hated people who had that kind of look, as if the world belonged to them and Kidd's mere presence could contaminate them. He always felt the urge to make them fall from their pedestal with a good punch in the face, and then look at them in that arrogant way.
"Where are we? I do not recall having entered such a place?" Asked the gray-eyed mummy totally ignoring Kidd's earlier question as if it had no importance. And Kidd, instead of ignoring also the pharaoh's anwer in revenge, found himself answering to the question obediently.
"It's your grave" he replied clenching his jaw angry with himself. Why on earth had he answered?
"What?" The king's smile was amused, but his eyes could kill someone and Kidd found himself again slightly intimidated "What are you insinuating? That I am dead?"
"...Yes" he answered frowning but with his voice trembling slightly. Fuck.
"...Explain yourself " the mummy ordered with the poison this time clear in his voice, while he leaned back in the golden tomb and crossed his arms intimidatingly.
And looking at him with that look of 'I'm the master of the world'.
"Well …"Kid started sighing, he needed at least to explain himself, it was the man's tomb after all, that he had invaded "I entered this tomb by accident you see, I was searching for an ancient famous tomb and fell in this one by mistake, but as I was trapped here till my friend would find me, I looked around, studied the paints, assumed it was the tomb of a pharaoh for the wealthy offers and then looked at the coffin. Which was already open" he quickly explained himself acting all innocent and good "and well... you were inside the coffin".
He hated to behave so obediently to someone like this man, but he couldn't help it. He didn't know what the hell was happening to him. Was it the stale air of this place? The blow to the head? Yes, definitely it had to be the hit.
"According to what I've been able to study on the walls, this tomb has to be built two thousand years ago at least" he continued "So, if you are really a buried mummy, and you have been here from the beginning," Kidd said skeptically "you've really died two thousand years ago"
"...That's absurd" the tanned man replied as he rose from the coffin and tried to leave the sinister box "How you dare to insinuate I'm dead you insolent bastard? Who the hell are you? A grave robber? Do you really think I would believe an idiotic men like you who doesn't even know the name of his mother? Get out of my sight scum, get out before I kill you for such stupid prank"
And again Kidd felt his blood boil by the words of the living legend.
How dare he call him idiotic or scum? He, who had a bloody doctorate and was one of those most appreciated men in his collage by his incredible mind? He had not gone through all that, for a Pharaoh or a stupid spoiled man, to come and call him idiot in his face. And he even insulted his mother? A lady who had cared for him since childhood and was his own blood.
To kill the mighty bastard would not be enough.
Rising from the ground, Kidd finally stood on his feet with his head high and proud. Then, he approached the living mummy that had finally gotten out of the decorated coffin and grabbed him by the golden necklaces and raised him close to his face intimidatingly. The black haired man appeared to be older than him in age, but Kidd pulled him several centimeters in the air and didn't hesitate to use them in his favor, towering over the picky king like a menacing shadow.
"Who are you calling idiot, you aged zombie" he insulted in response "I am a thousand times smarter than a pampered prince like you who hasn't even left his palace, so don't ever insult me or my mother or…"
"Or what?" the tanned man interrupted, looking at him with scorn and anger back into his gray eyes "Will you destroy me? Kill me? Ha!" the man laughed without a hint of fear or terror in his face "I have dealt with barbarians like you thousand times, bastards with muscle and no brain that believe themselves the center of the world and don't hesitate to impose their beliefs by force over others".
"What?" Kidd asked to that answer that had nothing to do with what he had mean "Wait, I don't ... "
"I'm sorry to deceive you, but if you think you can come here, drop some stupid nonsense and expect me not to insult you back," the other answers grabbing the wrist clutching his neck and forcing Kidd to let go with a strengh that didn't matched his thin body. "and if you really think I'm a 'prince' who has done nothing in his life but giving orders and live in paradise, I can show you in two seconds how wrong you are".
Kidd looked at him confused.
He still didn't understand that reaction, he hadn't threatened him ... well yes, he had hinted a threat, but he hadn't threatened, this made no sense. He had never taken advantage of his strength against others, he just broke some faces of people who deserved it. The other calling him bully really was something completely new. It was an insult he had never received and that left him looking like an aggressive brainless gorilla carried away by his impulses. In other words, the dark-haired man had called him idiot. Again. Despite the anger that resurfaced with renewed vigor in him, Kidd could only smile at the other's words.
"Are you challenging me? Do you really think you'd win in a fight against me?" that was just so ridiculous.
"I don't even doubt it".
"Oh, really?" Kidd said taking a step back and challenge the proud king from head to toe in a silent mockery of how thin and small he was compared to him. The tanned boy clenched his fists and glared.
"I'm gonna love to show you your place, you brainless idiot" the king hissed through clenched teeth. Because never in his life had he been insulted like this and, definitely, he wasn't going to let that barbarian man keep going.
Kidd saw him lean back and saw him raise an angry fist into the air. Stepping back to a guarding position, he was also prepared to block when...
"KIDD!" A voice shouted from a place above their heads "Kidd! Asshole, are you okay? Tell me that the karma has acted and that you've broken a leg or something as the idiot you are for not listening to me" the voice kept shouting in a worried tone "Kidd! my love~, answer me you ungrateful child!".
Kidd rolled his eyes as he cursed under his breath. Killer and his amazing skill to appear just in the right moment before he punched a millenary arrogant mummy. The fight immediately stopped thanks to the shouting, and, while the dark haired king looked around the room confused, the redhead approached the hole in the ceiling.
"I'm sorry mate" he screamed back into the darkness above his head "sadly I'm still alive".
"Too bad... next time then" he heard his disappointed friend say, and then, in a lower conspiratorial whisper "you owe me five dollars, I told you he had a thick head."
Kidd felt a slight twitch in his right eye. Did they bet? about his life? Really? His best friend? Stupid Killer, when managed to get out and he ended the arrogant pharaoh's life, he was going to throw his amazing blond friend into the hole and lock him in there while he laughed.
"Toss a damn rope you bastard" he asked with a pissed off voice and with no more patience in his huge body to deal with this shit.
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Kidd returned to run a hand through his hair in a frustrated motion and leaned against the cane seat behind him even more. His heavy boots, that in the tomb had protected him from the cold, were now laying on the wooden desk in front of his boiling feet. The desert heat was stifling, and to bring so many clothes for the tomb exploration, did a little to help regulate his body temperature at the end of the day. Even the stupid iced mint tea he was drinking in those strange metal cups didn't help him in the least.
But Killer remained committed to torture him and to not let him go to the house they have rented in Cairo where, at least, they had a prototype of air conditioner called wind streams.
"So ... He is a living mummy" the blonde man repeated for the eighteenth time sitting in front of the redhead in another one of those wicker sofas with cushions.
Kidd groaned in desperation.
"Yes, Killer, yes, I entered the tomb, opened the coffin, and he was fucking inside sleeping. Then the bastard opened his eyes and began to yell some shit, and finally you rescued us" Kidd also repeated for the eighteenth time.
"Then he's a mummy... and he's alive" the blond boy repeated again making Kid want to hit his head against the desk.
"What other explanation can you give me?" the redhead roared frustrated.
"That this is some kind of twisted joke?" the blond answered without hesitation.
"Do you really think this is a joke?" Kidd incredulously asked, pointing to the said living mummy sitting next to his friend on the couch.
The man was sitting cross-legged beside him, still wearing his clothes riddled with gold and jewels, and was holding Kidd's mobile in his hands. They had been giving it to him a while ago, for the pharaoh to be quiet and to not make a scene. After all they were in a large fabric tent next to the camp, where they kept the maps and carried out the planning of the work.
Everyone could hear everything they said from the outside.
It had cost enough effort to take the man out of the tomb without anyone seeing him with those suspicious clothes, when said man refused to go with a certain redhead anywhere. So, once inside the tent, they had given the boy the stupid device, and, in the next moment, the dark haired man had been so fascinated with the device that he had even forgotten to scream at the redhead. Yet he kept on occasionally dropping his sarcastic and offensive comments revealing that he was paying attention to the conversation.
"What are you implying Eustass?" The mummy asked giving the redhead a nasty look.
"Nothing your highness, keep playing with the mobile" The redhead boredly answered, making him shut up with a vague wave of his hand. Not realizing how the pharao frowned at such gesture of disrespect.
Because, although the time had passed and they seemed peaceful now, Law was still feeling resentment for the redhead for their last discussion. Resentment that kept increasing at every new bored and evading gesture from the redhead, and that was almost ready to explode in front of the child's face.
"And what are we supposed to do with him?" Killer asked "I mean, it is the greatest discovery of the millennium".
"We'll keep him" Kidd answered without the slightest hesitation.
"..are you out of your mind?" the blond screamed alarmed.
"I'm sorry but I won't endure your barbarian presence longer than absolutely necessary" the tanned man interfered, leaving the phone on the table and now fully focusing on the conversation.
The other two looked at him weird because of that phrase. Offended by the sarcastic comments after they were trying to save his ass. The pharaoh, however, just shrugged as he leaned back in his chair and focused his attention on drinking the tea.
"I'm sorry but we can't let them take him" Kidd continued ignoring the aggressive comments. "I mean, as you say, he is the greatest discovery of the century, is ... the discovery of eternal life or something. Governments and organizations will fight over him, would analyze his every cell, they will dismember him until they discover the cause of why he's been alive for two thousand years".
"That's true" Killer replied.
"Wait, what?" the dark haired boy suddenly asked alarmed, leaving the tea on the desk and looking at them frowning "I'm a pharaoh. It is impossible to carry out any plan to harm me, my allies and army will annihilate them in seconds and …"
The other two looked at him, this time with a mixture of pity and concern. Law stopped speaking after seeing those looks.
No one had ever looked at him that way.
For the first time since he had awakened, Law realized what the strange situation he was in meant for him and for his life. The other two continued talking and ignoring his comments, deciding his future as if he was not in front of them. For the first time in his life, the king felt slightly lost and didn't know what to do. For the first time, his life, his future, was in the hands of others, when all his life he had had other's lives in his.
"How you intend to hide him?" Killer asked.
"I'll give him our clothes and take him to the apartment in Cairo for now. Then we can say he's a friend or something, and meanwhile Doflamingo can prepare the false documents. After all, he has already done it several times for the Straw Hat enterprise for Brook and Chopper"
"Okay, makes sense, but then what?" Killer asked "You don't plan on keeping him as a pet for the rest of your life, right? I don't mean to open the wound but you two don't seem to get along very well".
"That …" Kidd began looking at the Pharaoh sitting across the tent who was sending him a look of pure hatred again, but this time slightly empty and void "We will see".
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