Magician

Pairing: very soft Mokuba/Mahaado

Warnings: Soft yaoi/shota

Disclaimer I own nothing

Summary: Mhaado dreams of a child. But why?

Inspired by Laryna6's series with the yamis, Black Magic Woman, Hierophant, High Priestess, and Dragon Lady Also dedicated to her.


Mahaado dreamed of a child's laughter.

Not the kind he heard every day from the palace children or when he walked in the marketplace, no, this laughter was different.

For starters, it was always the same laugh he heard, and only one voice, not the discordant chorus that one encountered every day.

For another it was… brighter than most children, as though this child knew nothing of hardship or suffering…

No, that wasn't right. The child of his dreams knew suffering, knew sadness and hardship, he simply ignored it.

When Mahaado first began to dream of him, the priest was, admittedly, jealous; the boy in his dreams had a childhood but Mahaado had entered Temple at eight and began training to control his volatile magic.

He had never actually seen the boy either only heard him, felt him. His presence was… like nothing the magician had ever felt before. It was… Ra. Light. Purity. Innocence. Youth. It was what Mahaado was not.

Mahaado recalled observing insects one night in the desert with his teacher. They had all flown into the fire the two had lit, and had died in the flames. 'To them the fire is beautiful,' his teacher had said, 'that beauty draws them in, even as they watch their brothers burn, they want to touch that beauty.'

Mahaado was an insect, he was drawn in by a fatal attraction to that glorious flame in his dreams, but he feared that, instead of being burned, the flame would be doused.

Even without knowing why, he knew he could not allow that to happen. He resolved to resist the siren call of the child in his dreams. A resolution that crumbled that very night.

The laughter had changed to tears.

Mahaado ran through his dreamscape, desperate to reach out and comfort the child who should never cry. That night was the first time the priest saw him. Raven black hair in terrible disarray spilled across his arms as he sat knees hugged to his chest and face resting on his arms as the boy sobbed.

Mahaado dropped to his knees beside the child, hesitantly reaching out he stopped just a hair's breadth from actually touching the specter of his dreams. Did he really want to cross that line?

To touch the flame that called to him and risk putting out that sacred light?

It was as though he knew that once he touched the apparition he could never turn away again.

But I can't turn away now either, he thought.

So Mahaado gathered the child into his arms, holding him close, "Don't cry little one," he murmured. "It's all right. Let me protect you."

And so the magician held the boy close until he could feel himself begin to awaken, but even then he clutched the light close to his chest, never wanting to let go.

"MAHAADO!"

The priest awoke with a start to see his pharaoh looking at him concernedly.

"I apologize, my king, I suppose I was more tired than usual."

Atemu nodded, "Well, hurry to court. We can't start without you."

Mahaado nodded as the royal left. Before closing his eyes to better recollect those beautiful storm-gray eyes still glimmering with tears that had been the last thing he saw in his dream.

Unbidden a word came to his lips, he did not understand the meaning of it but he knew that it was of utmost importance, "Hikari."

-OWARI-


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