UPDATED AS OF January 8, 2008: Finally up is the revised version of Chapter Two. Three might be revised as well as four. Five will, more than likely, be left as is. Anyways—ENJOY!
A/N: I don't really know where this is going. Hopefully this chappie is long too.
Warning: There are boys doing bad things to other boys in here. Does that cover it?
Disclaimer: I absolutely LOATHE this part of the beginning.
Summary: A boy accidentally gets himself mixed up in a supernatural battle ground. He awakens a mummy with a harsh past, and is now bound to him! What's the poor kid going to do now?
Remember:
Thoughts
"Speech"
Egyptian
Time Skip/Scene Change
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Chapter Two
Jou felt his breathing nearly stop. Or maybe he was never really breathing to begin with. The boy squirmed in Pegasus's arms. Panic was ensuing inside Jou. He never wanted anything more than to just run away. He didn't want to see this hideous creature he awoke to raise it's self from its sarcophagus, the way its bones had popped and ground together while moving.
Pegasus gripped tightly, hurting the child in his arms as the golden eye glinted fiercely at the monster. With a sweep of its icy blue eyes, it knew instantly it was no longer in its time. Confusion raked over the disgusting features of what could be its face. It focused its gaze on the young boy trapped against an older male; the only one who emanated the salty tang of fear.
He was a blond… at first it threw the priest. The face, the hair, and the pale body. It looked very… The only difference was the eyes. Honey colored, but bronze in terror. The others he did not recognize. Two men dressed head to foot in black. The leader, as he seemed to be, had long graying hair and one golden eye.
The Priest felt his eyes narrow dangerously. "What is you name?" the deep, unearthly voice of the monster rang out in the room. Pegasus glared down at the struggling teen in his hands.
"What did he say?" he commanded. Jou shook his head vehemently. The rising emotions clawed at him. Pegasus squeezed hard and Jou let a cry.
"Your name! He wants to know your name!" Jou tasted the brine as it streaked down his face. Pegasus smiled and stroked the boy's hair. He eye went back to the horrible thing in front of them.
"Pegasus," he annunciated loudly. The creature watched this all with intrigue. He glance lingered on the boy holding the book close to his chest.
"The year?" he questioned, voice making the blond shudder. The stormy haired man bit his nails into Jou's flesh. Jou bit his lip to keep from screaming.
"The year," he translated with a clench in his stomach. Pegasus nodded an approving way.
"It is 2006, Priest Seto." Pegasus explained. The Priest cocked his head to the side questioningly. The older man knew his name. How strange. Pegasus bent lower to breathe into Jou's ear. "Translate it." Jou screwed up his eyes in concentration.
"Please don't harm me. I didn't wish to wake you. It was all Pegasus. He's going to kill my friends. Please, please don't harm us! He tricked us; he's going to use you!" Jou shouted. The Priest felt himself smirk. He figured the boy was probably the only one who could actually speak and read his language. Pegasus gripped harder to the boy's body.
"What are you saying?" he growled. Jou shook his head and tried to brake from the grip.
"Why are you betraying your master?" Seto inquired. Pegasus looked between the two, fury rising slowly.
"Shut up! Just translate what I tell you!" he demanded, the body guards quickly snapping to attention.
"He's not my master! He's the damned devil!" Jou screamed. He began kicking and throwing his weight when the body guards gripped onto his legs. Finally Pegasus had had enough.
"GET THE BRATS!" he commanded, voice echoing across the golden room.
"NO! DAMIT LET GO OF ME!" Jou shouted. Tristan dashed to the back of the room. Jou scrunched up his eyes and began to furiously attack anyone within two feet. Seto watched as a silver haired boy was dragged across the room, coughing and tugging with all his strength. Another white haired boy tried to help, but was hit hard in the head with something metal and black.
Jou couldn't see over Pegasus's shoulders but he heard Ryou scream out his older brother's name fervently. Ryou was brought, pleading to be let go. Jou felt his heart race as the boy was dropped in front of the creature. Ryou sat, paralyzed by fear, eyes growing wide. His shoulders were shuddering and his breath was wheezing. "Don't do this Pegasus! He's sick! PLEASE!" Jou begged.
Pegasus merely snorted. He nodded to the body guard. A malicious grin spread over his face, and quickly, he pulled out a gun. Jou stopped his thrashing immediately. The room grew still, the wind didn't move and the smell of old death lingered. Seto felt his gaze bore into the stormy haired ones. The eldest living man whispered things into the blonde's ear. The Priest knew that whatever it was it would not bode well.
"What is it the devil tells you?" Seto questioned. Honey eyes stared at deeper blue ones. The teen's vision was so blurred by tears; he could almost make out the human form of Seto. In his state of despair he forgot that Seto was judging them.
"He'll kill my friend if I don't translate…" the boy breathed out. The priest looked past the heartbroken figure to watch Pegasus. Pegasus was utterly amused.
The man was gently running his fingers over the boy's bandaged hands. His voice was quietly commanding Jou to do what he said. The mummy felt the tension increase tenfold when the blond began to wriggle and shiver wildly. In these few minutes, Seto did not know English, but he could guess Pegasus was threatening the boy. With a flick of the head, the other man dressed in black had rushed to the unconscious male across the room.
With low footsteps, and strangled cries of protest, the white haired boy was laid down in front of the monster; who took in the two children before him, helpless, and seemingly dying. The younger one was clutching on to his brother, foolishly trying to shield him. The blond, Seto noted, was under strain as Pegasus ruthlessly ran his nails down the boy's flesh. At this, the priest noticed his hackles rise.
Finally Jou mutter a noise of submission, hunched over the golden eyed man's arms. "He says… You are… You can take one of them." The teen announced hollowly. The priest stood and blinked. This Pegasus was giving him one of the boys? Does he not understand the rule of waking the damned?
"You say I can take one of the boys?" the mummy clarified, eyes steeling and rancid breath washing out the room. Jou felt his head lift slowly. Quietly he asked Pegasus the question. Pegasus delicately stroked the flesh below Jou's collarbone. Again, the action made the priest want to lash out. Finally Pegasus nodded.
"Take who ever you want," he stated, eyes never leaving Seto's gaze. At this, a twisted smirk lit the mummy's face. His ancient coat fluttered as he swept over the white haired teens, their eyes closed in anticipation. The creature paid no attention to them as he halted in front of Pegasus.
Long, decrypted fingers with flesh still rotting, were held out just at Jou's face. The boy shivered and gave a small whimper in the back of his throat. Excitement tore through the mummy, making the air grow denser. Pegasus stepped back unsure, but the priest stood waiting. Pegasus could not understand the action and finally snapped. His hand darted out and pushed away the ancient's.
"What do want?" he snarled, breath making small white puffs of air in the tomb. The Priest's smile did not fade in the least. He simply put his hand down, resting it at his side. Jou watched him move, if only a fraction closer, to the man and himself.
"I want the blond," the accursed Priest's voiced loudly, commanding all in the room with shock. Pegasus looked at Jou and then the monster. He eyes flickered to the two white haired ones on the floor. Then back to his body guards, almost still as stone with fear trickling in their bellies.
"W-What?" he gasped. Jou felt the hands on him twitch and he screwed his eyes tight to keep the feeling of needles away. The Priest only held out his hand again.
"I said I want the blond," Seto simplified. Pegasus felt the room grow smaller, the air grow hotter, and his body seemed squeezed between a rock and a hard place. If the teen in his arms could have known, he would have asked the man if he liked the taste of his own medicine. But alas, he was too numb to even think properly.
Pegasus felt the boy in his arms stir to leave again. The stormy haired man growled, he latched on the teen's chin. It forced Jou too be pushed back painfully and up against a chest with no escape. "I found him! He's mine!" the man shouted, teeth bared in a fight. All sanity had gone from his tone and features. The twisted mess of rotting lips smirked at the irony.
Like a lighting bolt, the creature moved out. Pegasus gasped and went rigid as icy blue orbs were the only sight he could see. Weight had been pulled from the lunatic grasp he had on the blond. The boy felt his skin tingle when touched by the decaying flesh of the mummy. But all fight was drained out of him and he collapsed onto the board chest of Seto.
Pegasus let out a shriek as the popping sound came from his eye socket. Fingers, the old disgusting boned fingers, had ripped out his golden eye. There was a slow speed as the man floated toward the ground littered in glistening jewels. His body made a thump, spreading out a wave of collected dirt and billowing up into the wind.
A moment of clear dread strung the air taunt. The clatters rang out as heavy feet slid over meaningless objects. Tristan was running for the open passage way. He looked back to find the grinning mummy over his shoulder. It made the body guard panic and move his feet faster. A pathetic move, because as he did this, he failed to watch were he was going and tripped. Tristan impaled himself on a spear of a golden statue of a warrior.
Duke's eyes were wide as he took in the scene before him. Slowly, he made his way to the door. Those cold fires of blue orbs followed him as he made it safely to the passage. Once he was sure the mummy would do him no harm, he took off down the corridor. A screech pierced the air from the darkness of the tunnel. The priest was still smiling.
Jou was whispering frantically to himself, trying to calm his heart. His eyes were closing too fast, and he was afraid of tumbling into darkness for all eternity. Carefully, the creature pressed his arm over Jou's frame and turned around. A swish cut the air, and the monster put out his arm just in time to catch a blow from a golden scepter.
"Give us back Jou," Bakura gritted through his teeth, awake now with blood slowly weeping from a gash just above his eye. His breathing was harsh and he pulled back his weapon. The priest just laughed at the boys hopeless antics.
"Bakura…" Jou warned out of breath. He was held firmly against the deathly body of Seto, but he still tried to writhe his way out. "Please run…" the tired boy begged.
Bakura shook his head and lifted up his item like a bat. His breathing was erratic and angry. No—not angry. It went beyond anger. Bakura felt so helpless, so useless. He had gotten Jou into this situation. Mummy be damned! Bakura would not leave Jou to be condemned for his stupidity.
"I'll be fine… Please run," he tried, tone growing weaker, his fingers curling around the book he forgot he held. Bakura's grip tightened on his weapon, his fingertips slowly turning white. Seto's eyes never left Bakura's glower. No, he was enjoying the lad's inner turmoil too much.
"I beg of you… They have nothing to do with you… Let them go." The boy pleaded. He turned his eyes to the mummy. Jou felt himself slipping away somehow. The book grew heavier in his hands. His digits were growing clammy and the item slid down a few inches. "Please… Take me instead." As his plea left his mouth, the book fell to the floor in a hard clang. Pages had fallen open, old words scattering and littering Jou's brain. Seto glanced at Jou, and the boy's weight gave out. He would have hit the ground, if the priest had not safely caught Jou in his arms. Bakura step forward but wavered when the undead creature had turned back to Bakura.
"What have you done to him?" Bakura snarled.
"Nothing. He was the one who woke me," Seto answered in his gravelly voice. Blue fire caught the dark brown eyes for a moment. The unease and hatred were almost palpable. "To give life to the dead means to take it away from some other life. He is that other life."
"Save him!" he shouted, hand fisted at his side.
"It doesn't work that way," the Priest scoffed and held up the blond. Ryou stood shaking on the floor. Carefully, he eased his way to the book on the floor. Bakura was too busy glaring at the mummy to notice. The teen's finger's brushed against the words on the pages.
Out of no where a hand clamped down on his pale wrist. Ryou let out a scream and tried to pull back. Bakura wiped around as Ryou was crushed into the chest of Pegasus, his eye wide, blood leaking from an empty eye socket. Seto calmly stared at the crazed man. "YOU WILL OBEY ME!" he shouted.
"I think not," he growled, eyes narrowing; his hold on the blond had unconsciously tightened. The ground began to tumble. Bakura's head spun around as the walls and pillars groaned. The lights were dimming quickly and a putrid smell filled the golden room. Ryou whimpered and tried to dislodge himself from the maniac grip; Pegasus ground his palms into the boy' shoulders.
"You wouldn't dare kill an innocent!" he exclaimed, far pass any sanity he held earlier. Seto laughed in a shuddering baritone.
"If he awakened me, I will!" Seto declared. In his sleep, Jou had reached up and wrapped his arms around the priest's neck. His monstrous eyes widened and his power faltered. The ground leapt from under the men in the chamber. It caused Pegasus to roll back and release Ryou into Bakura's arms. The teen held him close, so close Ryou could hear the fluttering heart beat. Bakura stood them up shakily. Jou's hands had loosened and he was limply being held by Seto's confused frame.
"You will give us back our friend!" Bakura demanded and extended his hand in front of the creature. Their eyes were boring into each other from across glittering treasures. Ryou hugged tight to his brother's arm. Jou's breath ghosted over Seto's neck. For an instant, he almost felt flesh and blood again.
"Run!" he rasped, dusty bronze orbs had turned to the two white haired boys. Seto looked down at the boy. The boy turned back to his iced eyes. With a foolish grin, Jou reached up and whispered in his ear. Seto's face fell at the words, the top of the roof, began to cave. The two brothers backed up as a brink of plaster separated them.
A roar was sent out rumbling the whole desert it felt. With a mourned look, Bakura grabbed Ryou's hand and ran for the opening of the secret passage. There was nothing he could do for Jou now. He only hoped the boy knew what he was doing. Also, he wondered if the blond would survive…
"Bakura!" Ryou shouted pointing up. The eyes were thrown up as he saw the pricking of falling stalagmites. Quickly he launched his feet into another corridor. The dirt crashed around him and scattered debris everywhere. Ryou shuddered, lungs almost closing. Bakura swiftly lifted his brother up and carried him down the passages.
He could feel the time running shorter. His feet blindly speed him around circles of this old maze. Ryou gasped and held on for dear life. "Bakura- the door is closing!" Ryou exclaimed.
Bakura's legs zinged and his eyes confirmed Ryou was truthful. With a sudden rush of adrenaline, he shot off to the door that would opened them to the passage into the deep maze of the Valley of the Dead's final resting chamber of the Priest, which sat on top of the hill. Ain't that just peachy keen?
The huge russet entrance was coming up fast, but not fast enough. Finally, with all the strength the lad possessed, his feet had leapt off the ground. He tucked in his brother and rolled along the soil. He felt the rush of air, and the new light hit his eyes in a glare. Bakura swung his feet in as the tip of his shoe brushed over the edge of the wall.
He was panting and rolling coming to a stop soon as the door crumbled in. The silver haired boy had groggily looked up. The last few stars were twinkling in the dewy sky. He breathed out a sigh of relief. Safe, they were safe. A slight shudder from under him made his body snap up.
A line of sand was falling downward in a spiral.
With a grunt he heaved Ryou to his feet. Ryou cried out as he was tugged down a road of the Valley. They twisted around building, once more escaping the rumbling noises and evading the crashing stones from above them and around their feet. After what seemed to drag on for hours, the gate came into view.
Bakura grinned and practically collided into the ground before the entrance of the Valley. Ryou squeaked as his body was pushed under his older brother's. The sounds of hell kept going on around their trembling forms. With a last bang of the falling gates and the blast of sand that hit the teens, everything ended.
'Kura had finally dared to utter a sigh of relief and satisfaction. His body bent up with a proud smirk. Now, they were safe. His eyes popped open and black metal met his vision while the sound of a safety click met his ears. Ryou groaned and held on to his brother. "Can't a guy get a brake already?" Bakura muttered.
The first rays of the sun were filling blond highlights. A tan Egyptian man with violet eyes stared hard at the young boys on the floor. "Do you even know what you've done?" he asked exasperated. Ryou looked from the gun to Bakura, who was slumped almost uncaring now.
"Yeah… But the question is- do you know?" Bakura asked. The Egyptian nodded tired, his gun spun around in his palm before he clicked onto a belt.
"You better start explaining kid," The violet eyed man warned. Bakura nodded wearily. He and Ryou stood; a wave of sand blew around them as a helicopter touched down in front of them.
"You first," the elder albino responded.
After an Hour or So
"So you knew about the monster?" Ryou's interest piqued almost ten fold when he found out that the violet eyed man was THE Malik and he did more than run a mafia ("Of sorts; we prefer organization against the laws," Malik had told them). Bakura on the other hand, found none of the stuff so enlightening.
"My clan was the body guards of the Pharaoh. We protect all the tombs. Of course we knew about the monster," he answered matter of factly while folding his hands neatly in his lap. Bakura sighed and let his eyes roam over the landscape from his window. Ryou pulled up his knees to listen to the Clan leader.
"The monster, as you call him, is (or I should say was) an old legend passed down only to the name of the Ishtars. At least I thought it so," Malik added sullen, he eyes darkening. "The creature you met was once a high priest. The story goes he betrayed the Pharaoh."
"What did he do?" Ryou interrupted. Malik momentarily glared but then sighed and shrugged.
"That part of the story is lost," he admitted. Bakura let out a laugh, almost, but it turned into a snort.
"That's comforting, now isn't it, Ryou?" the teen mumbled. Ryou glanced sideways sheepishly. The mafia boss also carefully watched Bakura, however, he made no other remarks.
"Of course, the Pharaoh found out about his friend. He was so outraged, so broken, he punished the priest to be erased from history… to remain a legend." Malik's voice drawled out the story. "He mummified him alive, placed with a curse—if you were to waken him you'd be judged. You would most likely die and end up spending eternity with his soul."
"Then why would Pegasus try to awaken him?" Ryou asked. At this, Malik frowned.
"Because… as outraged as the Pharaoh was, he still held a small kernel of loyalty to the Priest. He let it be that only one person would be able to awaken Seto. They would be bound and the mortal would have unlimited power while Seto had a chance to become mortal once more," the man tried to explain. Ryou looked down at his lap. Bakura tightened his hands, knuckles turning white.
"The chance that our friend survived?" Bakura finally asked, unable to say Jou's name. Malik looked at them with a somber face.
"I'm sorry… But he is dead." Malik replied. Bakura's grip had released and he fell against the window pane. I thought so… There was a quiet that wrapped around the three occupants. Finally Ryou coughed and Malik patted his back sympathetically. Ryou nodded that he was fine and Malik went back to his original seat.
"Mr. Malik?" Ryou tenderly started. "I was wondering… Pegasus had this golden eye… What is it?" Malik's eyes widened.
"A golden eye?" He murmured. Bakura's gaze flew to the Egyptian. His head lifted from the cool glass.
"Is there something you forgot to mention Malik?" Bakura growled. Malik looked up at his harsh voice. With a slight grunt, the blond had rubbed his face with his hands.
"This golden eye…" Malik narrated. "It's one of the few items that would make the mummy mortal." Ryou's eyes nearly popped out while Bakura scrunched his brows.
"I don't get it. If Pegasus wanted power, why bring the creature something that makes him human?" Bakura inquired.
"Well, for one, he might have bribed the mummy with the gift of humanity if the mummy did everything Pegasus wanted," Malik suggested. Bakura could assume it was very close to the truth. Malik on the other hand didn't look too happy. "However… each item to give the mummy back his mortality can also be used to create longer life for the mortal who's wielding it."
Bakura winced and Malik nodded his agreement with the sentiment. Ryou was too busy looking at his lap to really see. "If that's true though… Pegasus is still alive," Ryou pointed out. Bakura blinked and looked at his younger brother. The Egyptian tilted his head to the boy.
"What makes you say that?" he questioned.
"Yeah, the mummy killed him remember?" Bakura recounted. Ryou bit his lip and shook his head. Malik glanced between the two brothers.
"Jou stopped him Bakura… to save me… to save us…" Ryou slowly began to cry. Bakura quickly got up and pulled Ryou into him, whispering sweet words. Bakura's memory came back a little clearer.
"Pegasus had been ripped away from my brother," Bakura told Malik mutely. Malik nodded for the white haired one to continue. "I didn't pay attention to him after that. I just wanted J—my friend back." The teen breathed deeply. Malik didn't move to comfort the boy, knowing it would be of no use anyways.
"Now that I think about it… The camels we had ridden to get to the Valley were gone. None were running out with us. We left them right by the entrance, and tied up no less..." Bakura recalled, his voice going grim with each word. Ryou nodded, growing excited but ended up rocking back and forth when a coughing fit had seized him.
"Pegasus is still out there. I doubt he will give up quest for power," the blond finished that thought for him. The adult was fishing through his pockets for something. It turned out to be a cell phone. He dialed a number, waited for the answer, and spoke some Arabic into it. After a few minutes, Malik closed the shiny black phone.
"What is going to happen to us?" Ryou asked shakily. Bakura's deep brown orbs looked into Ryou's emerald ones. Bakura couldn't find a sufficient answer. Malik laughed and the boy's gaze went to him.
"Isn't it obvious?" the weirdo teased. In his hands he held a gun. Bakura spun his brother behind him, a rumble deep in his throat.
But instead of pointing it at the boys, he flipped it over and handed it to Bakura. Bakura looked down at the guns and back up to Malik. Malik sighed and picked up Bakura's hands, clasping them on to the weapon. "You're… I don't get it." Bakura answered.
"You think I'm heartless enough to keep a pair of orphans on the street? Especially a sick little guy?" Malik scoffed and kicked up his feet. Ryou loosening his tight back bone. Bakura held the gun with care.
"You're… letting us join your clan?" he asked disbelieving. Malik gave a huge grin and winked in a manner that was close to flirtatious.
"Yup!" he exclaimed. Bakura looked at him like he was crazy making Malik sigh. "Listen kid, my clan has been dwindling this last century. With Pegasus, so far the only person to awaken the most deadly creature in our myths, out there on the loose, I need all the help I can get."
"So, we're like a last resort," Bakura raised a brow. Malik gave a bark of laughter and shook his head no.
"Nah, I just like ya. Plus, you guys are exactly what we're looking for," Malik said with a stupid goofy face. Ryou rolled his eyes good-naturedly. The older brother was less amused. But what other choice did they have?
With a heavy sigh Bakura questioned, "What exactly will we be doing?" Malik was practically giddy, clapping his hands like a little ten year old at Halloween.
"Well, Bakura, you are perfect for reconnaissance! We'll start training you immediately," he informed. The white haired one settled back. Ryou hopped in front of the older one.
"And what about me?" he queried hyper. Malik grinned as he thought about it.
"First, we got to get you some medical attention. I take care of my clan," Malik said haughtily. Ryou beamed as he thought about it. He would be healthy.
"You seem to be the brains to your brother's brawn…" Malik noted. With a snap of his fingers he sat up excited. "Since I've been talking to my brother about an intelligence installation, you can be our first recruit to it!" the Egyptian was almost bouncing in his seat. Ryou cocked his head.
"Intelligence like research and stuff?" he inquired. Malik nodded with a pearly white smile.
Bakura scoffed, mumbling things like, "What a dork… some clan, they don't even have an intelligence agency…" Malik gave him a quick frown. He turned back to a bemused Ryou.
"You'd spend most of your time with hieroglyphs. We'll have to teach you," he continued.
"Great! Jou is teaching—" Ryou halted abruptly. Bakura's face turned back out to the window. "I mean… my friend was teaching me," he corrected soon enough. Malik looked between the two boys, silent for an appropriate time. So his name was Jou… the clan leader thought. Poor boys have been through so much…
"I guess it's settled then!" Malik said with a slap on his knee. Ryou recovered with a tired smile. Bakura wouldn't look away from the vast golden desert. The mafia boss sighed after the pilot told them they had to stop for fuel. Ryou yawned and leaned back against his brother's arm, who then absently stroked his younger sibling's palm.
"Now, you kids sleep. You've been through a lot, and you still have a lot more to get through." Malik ordered in a light way, watching them for a minute before getting up. Ryou hummed and was almost asleep immediately. Bakura never responded. He just continued to take in the scenery. It was close to dark when Malik got back.
Ryou was snoring lightly. Bakura was softly thumbing his new weapon, but his lazy smile wouldn't leave his younger brother's face. The blond awed mentally at the sight. Bakura didn't look up as Malik took his old seat.
"I have an older brother, you know?" Malik confessed. Bakura didn't respond again. Malik gave a soft chuckle. "You remind me of him." He tilted his chin up in though. "Except for the fact you are a lot more sober" he added. Then he held his hand over his heart. "Jou must have been like another brother to you…" The thumb paused its trail over the handle of the weapon.
"I'm going to kill Pegasus for condemning him, even if it's the last thing I do," Bakura calmly vowed. His thumb went back to moving slowly over the pistol. Malik threw him a solemn look. He had to brake away though, he couldn't stand the sight. Malik found an ache for his brother.
"I know Bakura," the male whispered. "I know." There was a silent flight over the dead sands of the earth broken only by sorrow.
The Valley of the Damned
There was this lone little falcon. It had been a few days since it last ate. When it saw the sands begin to bubble up it thought, sand snake? Under ground mouse? FOOD! Thus it shot off to the desert plain. Circling once, it dove and sat on the surface of the sand. Its head turn to the side and it blinked. A great big hand burst up and hit the ground.
It cawed in surprise and flew up. Not food… It thought sadly as it went to go find something else. While the bird was doing that, bodies had crawled up out of the ground. One was the lithe body of a teen age blond and the other was the golden brown of an ancient Egyptian priest brought back to life through magic.
"You stupid human! Damn dog…" the brunet cursed as he coughed out sand. The blond on the other hand, lie panting for breath.
"Shut up. We're alive aren't we?" the boy huffed out. He sneezed when the sun hit his nose. "And don't call me a dog!" The Priest gave him an icy glare and brushed his body of sand.
"If you hadn't uttered that damn sleeping spell, I wouldn't have reason to call you a dog," Seto retorted. Jou sighed and covered his eyes from the blazing ball.
"Well, if you hadn't tried to kill my friends after I begged countless times to spare them- I wouldn't have done it!" Jou shouted. Seto's blue eyes found the effort to roll.
"I suppose you're lucky that falling roof stopped the rest of the spell. Otherwise we would have been sleeping longer than a day," The mummy said reluctantly. Jou scoffed and looked over at the older man. He tilted his head to see his companion better.
"Why do you look human?" he asked after a moment. Indeed the "man" did ; a very delicious human too. Jou had to push that thought down. The ancient needed more clothes. Real clothes.
"Just read the book," he ordered indolently, resisting a profound urge to sigh. The blond sighed and picked up the book he shimmed up with him. He flipped the pages for a while before stopping somewhere near the end of the book and examined it carefully, piecing the words and glyphs in his head together.
"The moon has the ability to render the appearance of the curse?" Jou asked unsure. Seto nodded. Jou grinned, that's kind of cool. Jou's eyes went back to the pages sitting up confused. "Wait a minute; only ONE person can wake you up?"
Seto nodded again.
"Then what about me? I did and I'm still alive," he pointed out, thumb digging into his own sternum.
"Obviously, you're that one person," The priest sighed at the words. Jou looked around for a moment.
"No way…" he breathed. Then he popped up on his feet, pointing at the blue eyed one. "I don't want to be bound to an ass like you!" Seto could feel his brow twitch.
"Like wise mutt," he replied. Jou pouted and sat back down with his feet crossed. His nimble, still surprisingly bandaged, fingers tapped on the books cover.
"So then what do I do?" he muttered. The creature sighed, leaning back to feel the suns rays after a few thousand years in the cold darkness.
"Nothing. Either you use the powers, or I become human," The Ancient Egyptian answered. Jou tipped his head as he watched the contented look flitter off of the ancient. The blond sighed and stood up. Seto watched him with a blank face.
"Then that leaves me with just one choice." Jou responded. Seto could feel his heart clench at the words. The boy could only want one thing… all of the humans do… The honey colored orbs looked up to the bleu sky. "How do we make you human anyways?".
"What?" The monster exclaimed feeling his face fall into incredulity. Jou turned back to the brunet.
"The book talks about items and their places, how does that work now?" the teen questioned.
"Are you saying you won't even think about using my power?" Seto posed. Jou's gaze told the priest the boy thought he was a little dense.
"Of course not. What would I do with it?" the blond asked with a bit of sarcasm. Seto found his speech rendered useless. Then with a snort, he stood up.
"You really are a dumb mutt if you decide to throw away power just to make me human," the priest reprimanded coldly. Jou found himself with a tiny grin. He shrugged, book in hand.
"Maybe, but that's what I want to do," he retorted with finality. Seto in turn also shrugged at the boy's nonchalance. Together, they made their way out of the unbinding desert.
TBC
A/N: That ending kind of sucked… But the chapter was a page and a half longer than the first. I still have very little clue where this is going. If you have any ideas please throw them at me.
Yeah… anyone notice how incesty the brothers are? Almost sounds like Malik and Marik are incesty too. –Sighs- I can't help it. HIKARIS AND YAMIS JUST GO TOGETHER PEOPLE!
Anywho, This one was hard to write. Pegasus is alive! –Screams- Oh my god! He turned out so pedophilic! I didn't do it on purpose; it just kind of flew that way.
No one knows how the Priest betrayed the Pharaoh yet, anyone have an idea? That would be cool if some one could guess it. I would love them forever.
So yes, in case no one is sure and I don't know how you can't be, this is a SetoxJou pairing. I swear this came to me in a dream. I have no clue why, but it was really hot and angst and just wow. I hope you like it.
If not, oh well. It'll be up for my own entertainment. I LOVES IT!
I'm not exactly sure how this is going though, please tell me! Love to you who review! Until the next chappy!
-SteelAgainstIvory
