Ta-dah! Desert Garden teaser! ^^
I've decided I'm going to do one of these for each story that is featured on my "which story next" Poll. To give you guys more ground to base your votes on. If you haven't voted yet, please do! It'll be closed once I've finished Metamorphosis, which is drawing closer at a steady rate! :P
So, anyways... Two down, eight to go? XD
Teaser #2
Title: Desert Garden
Pairing(s): Blindshipping (Atemu/Yuugi)
Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, Drama, Fantasy, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Rating: T - M
Summary: After Atemu's tomb has been robbed and destroyed, and his belongings sold on the Black Market, archaeologist Yuugi Mutou vows to make things right. But, little does he know, that 'making things right' means more than returning the Pharaoh's stolen treasures, in the God Anubis' eyes.
Transformed to a deity, Yuugi finds himself stranded in Ancient Egypt during the time of Pharaoh Akhenamkhanen's rule. Revered and worshiped as a God for a development in Magic he has never seen before, Yuugi is finding all this attention and power a little overwhelming.
But, when things go awry, and the Prince Atemu is endangered, Yuugi will do anything to keep the one he loves safe.
Even if it costs him his own life.
(Blindshipping, AU. Ancient Egypt. Pt. 2 of Trilogy)
Chapters Written: Four
Teaser Word Count: 886
Captured
Heat.
It was the first thing his mind registered. A constant, burning heat that beat down upon every inch of his aching, unresponsive body. He could feel the rays of light hovering over his skin with a consistency that was nearly unbearable. Everything burned. Everything hurt.
It felt as if each singular nerve within his body had been supercharged by lightning bolts, then drained deader than an outed lightbulb; each cell having been ripped away, one-by-one, before being glued back together, only it had been done the wrong way.
As his mind slowly re-booted, Yuugi regained awareness of his limbs once more. He reached out mentally, to feel his arms, his legs, his chest as lungs inflated and deflated with tight, subdued breaths. His muscles refused to respond, and his flesh felt unnaturally heavy. The only way he could tell that he wasn't dead was by the thick and sluggish heartbeat that thumped away against his ribcage. He could hear it, reverberating inside his ears. He could feel the blood in his veins pulse to its rhythm. His fingers twitched, before curlling into a loose fist. His own skin felt foreign to him. He could see light shining through his closed eyelids, the sun trying to reach his retinas. A stiff, arid breath of wind brushed over his body, shifting through his loose clothing and wild hair, carrying traces of sands with it...
Wait, sand?
Did he fall asleep on a dig, or something?!
Were those footsteps that shifted along the ground?
Yuugi squinted his eyes open, giving a small groan as sunlight assaulted his vision, making his head pound in an agonizing mirgraine. He blinked, blurred vision taking a moment to focus on a dark silhouette that stood over him, dark and foreboding against a backdrop of clear, blue skies. A puzzled look crossed his face, voice quiet as he spoke, as if waking from a deep slumber. "Nn... Najja-kun...?" His murmur was greeted by a ramble of words - obviously in a foreign tongue - and the silhouette beckoning to others, outside of Yuugi's field of vision. At the smirk that crossed this strange man's face, Yuugi's stomach clenched with dread.
This man was certainly not Najja. But...
It was just a dream... wasn't it?
Two more strange-looking men, dressed in loose, airy robes, came up. They had equally wicked-looking expressions, murmuring with what could only be intrigue. Yuugi swallowed. Maybe... they were Egyptian? He gulped again, his throat parched and dry.
"*Aw... Aw ibek...?" he murmured hesitantly to the men. They stopped, falling silent and staring down at the young man with dark, slightly widened eyes as he propped himself up onto his elbows, moving to stand. "Wh-Who are you? Wo-Would you mind telling me where I am?"
The first male, a large, hulking figure with greasy-looking ebony hair, scowled, deep lines carving into his rough, dark-skinned face. "Egyptian," he growled, almost threateningly. Yuugi swallowed, thrice in the past few minutes, feeling as if he had made a horrid mistake. The other two men began talking again, quietly, in a vague language that Yuugi could not decipher. He moved to stand up, when the lead man spat a flurry of words, and planted his foot heavily on Yuugi's chest, sending him to the sand with a breathless, pained grunt. Before the youth could react, large, calloused fingers gripped his chin, angling his head forcefully to the side. Yuugi growled, and wrenched his face away. "Don't touch me!" he spat.
A hand came down, and struck him across the jaw, jerking his head to the side with force. "Such a pale, foreign beauty..." the same man who had hit him grumbled, his Egyptian choppy, and thickly accented. "But not as foreign as thought. Still..." His dark eyes glinted with a morbid sense of satisfaction. Yuugi cringed away as a hand went to brush his cheek, seeing a rather lewd glint to the gaze of the ones above him. "Such beauty you have... Khemet pays handsomely for freedom of their deity." A snicker. "That, or good price for a brothel."
A fist tangled itself into Yuugi's wild hair, dragging him to his feet. He shouted in pain, a rumbling... growl? Was that an actual growl that had left his throat? The man simply laughed, loud and jeering. "No noise you utter will save you, little cat!" he mocked. Yuugi was startled as he was, quite literally, tossed by his hair into a close, cart-like space made of wood. It was certainly imported, possible oak, and had a very strong, beautiful sort of craftsmanship. Yuugi got up from his chest-planted position quickly, only to see several more terrified, awe-struck faces looking to him. Over a dozen of them, in such a small, cramped space. Men and women, alike, both young and old - he'd estimate between the ages of seven and forty years of age. His heart froze in fear.
This was a slave carriage.
These men were slave traders.
Yuugi turned, eyes wide as the men guffawed with cruel mirth. Dark, black-looking eyes locked with bright, scared amethyst. The man gave a full, booming belly laugh at Yuugi's expression, before the entryway slammed shut, and was secured. The mocking laughter spat out a phrase, echoing within Yuugi's ears like thunder.
"Where are your Gods now, Deity?!"
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