*groan* my head is not agreeing with me today.
Okay lovelies, someone explain to me who Akefia is please? I've seen the name around more and more lately, and as far as I know he's Ryou's good Yami? Looks like Bakura but not evil? Cause Bakura in ancient Egypt is the Thief King, with the scar and all, but where did Akefia come from?
Oh, and the basket will be explained in this chapter, it's simple really just something to show that the Prince is good to his people. And I can't really answer the other Qs, you'll just have to wait and see :D
7-to-1 Yugi and the Prince get together, sorry puppy eyes you're losing, but I'm keeping the voting open for another chapter. Though I don't think it'll make much difference.
Oh and someone asked what I meant by Yugi and the Prince "getting together" I mean like lovers, yaoi, boyfriends, however you wanna put it, a couple.
And now…on with the story :)
The Priests enter the throne room first to announce the Pharaoh and Prince. I hear Seth call for quiet as the Pharaoh and Prince walk out, side by side, me and Jono follow behind our masters.
The throne room is crowded with people, each kneeling to their Pharaoh and Prince, each dressed in their best clothes. Soldiers stand against the walls, two at each arc to keep the crowd from the rest of the palace. I see Marik by the main door where people may come and go as they please.
Jono seems nervous and keeps glancing all around, he looks scared. I do the same, but I make sure I look relaxed, I watch the few shadows in the large room along with the guests, I glance to the Prince too keep track of him. Soon both he and the Pharaoh are seated in their thrones calmly watching the people before them. I and Jono stand less than a step from our masters watching anything and everything. Music starts to play, people begin to dance or retreat toward the outside of the room to talk, some simply stare at the Pharaoh and Prince in awe.
An hour passes before I see a figure enter the throne room; a dark hood covers their face. I step closer to the Prince who glances toward me, I keep my eyes on the hooded figure, the Prince follows my gaze, before catching Marik's eye. Marik begins to follow the figure through the crowd, stopping them Marik says something before smiling up at the Prince and Pharaoh who had been watching as well. The figure looks up revealing an old lady, Marik helps her to the two thrones, she immediately bows.
"My lady." The Pharaoh addresses the woman.
Standing up again the woman says, "My Pharaoh, I just had to come see you once more before these old legs gave out."
"We are always glad to see and old face." The Pharaoh says.
"My Pharaoh, the Prince is grown so much, a handsome man if I've ever seen one." The woman complements the Prince, who smiles and bows his head in thanks.
"Indeed, he shall be a fine Pharaoh." The Pharaoh agrees.
"My Pharaoh," the woman bows deeply, "not for quite a while I pray." She says before she turns away, Marik helping her through the crowd.
"The basket, Yugi."
"Yes Prince." I left the basket I had set at me feet.
The Prince stands, walking to the edge of the crowd who had stilled, he opens his arms in welcome, "My people, this day is in honor of my family, but the Pharaoh and I see fit to give back to you as you have given to us."
Reaching into the basket the prince scatters coins across the floor, throughout the room several guards follow suit, cheers are heard from outside the throne room as the streets are littered with coins. The Prince returns to his throne as people shout their thanks to their Prince and Pharaoh.
Hours pass, the people thin, the Prince sends me for wine, Jono seems to relax if only slightly, soon the sky turns to twilight, and the festival is silently regarded as finished. Suddenly I hear Mit screech. I stand beside the Prince, who's on his feet knowing the creature is close.
The throne room suddenly seems twice its size, the columns too tall, the walls too high, the second floor balconies shrouded in darkness seem too mysterious. Something's not right, I think to myself just as Mit rushes through the doors.
Mit stops in the middle of the room, the guards step back at his size, Marik stands at the main door frozen, the Priests however step forward, a line of golden items between Mit and the Pharaoh and Prince.
Mit crouches down staring intently at the Pharaoh. I stare wide eyed at him, what is he doing? Mit glances at me before focusing on the Pharaoh again; I shake my head slightly before looking to the Pharaoh myself.
Just as I look at him two things happen at once: a white haired man with a scar on his face puts a knife to the Pharaoh's neck, and Mit jumps clear over the Priests slamming into the Pharaoh's throne.
The Prince shouts for his father, as Mit throws the white hair man against the wall, a cracking sound filling the room.
Mit turns to me, "Mit." I whisper, immediately the Prince turns to me and I realize exactly how close I am to him, close enough for him to hear me.
A murderous looks comes over the Prince as I step back, "You knew."
I shake my head once before I look at Mit who's ready to attack the Prince, "Mit, no."
The guards come forward to attack Mit, but don't get the chance, Mit screeches again, everyone but me drops to their knees, covering their ears as best they can. Mit walks to my side and lies down; I climb on his back before he stands again. I glance back at the Prince as he looks up, I let my eyes show the sorrow I feel, "Mit run." I whisper, Mit bolts forward out of the palace, soon out of the city into the desert.
As Mit runs with ease I cling to his crimson mane and let myself cry, I cry and cry until I feel Mit slow and eventually stop at an oasis I know to be a four days journey from the city. There I slide off Mit and sit by the water; Mit curling up just behind me trying to comfort me. I look up to the stars and pray the Prince will not look for me as more tears escape my eyes.
