Desire
Author's note:
This is a Yu-Gi-Oh! FanFiction.
It will be a drama, hurt, angst, violence, romance and there will be YAOI and SMUT! So please if you don't like it, do not read it!
The story takes in Egypt place, after the end of Season 5.
I will use the Egyptian History here, but nothing will be accurate, this is just fictional. In no means, I want to insult any cultures, traditions or anything at all here, so please don't be mad, if the stuff I write is incorrect to the history.
Hope you will like it, so please review if you read :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! *T_T*
Summery:
Atem has returned to his ancient life and him being the Pharaoh again has become even more complicated than during Zork's time. He experiences intrigues, power games, heart breaking events and passionate moments. Magic is gone and human affairs have replaced it. Scandalshipping (SethxAtem), YAOI, SMUT!
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Atem
Suddenly his mind was awake. His senses began to work again and he slowly opened his eyes. His mouth parted and he inhaled the air, sweet fragrances entered his nose, making him turn his head to the side. Where was he? His eyes searched the place, he was lying in a huge, soft bed, surrounded by white, transparent linen baldachin. There was light coming from different directions, but he couldn't really tell, if it was the sun, or something else. Now his muscles twitched and he looked down on himself. Atem's arms were crossed on his chest, he was wearing just a linen skirt, his ankles, wrists, neck, hips, fingers, toes were covered in bracelets, or rings, or chains… his body was glowing in the light, coated with perfumed golden oil.
"Uhm…" finally his voice came to him and he tried to sit up. There was a rustle somewhere, the baldachin was parted and a person appeared before him. His face was pale and his eyes were widened in shock, as he quickly kneeled, smashing his fist on his chest "we praise, Osiris for Your return, my Pharaoh!". Atem blinked several times, as the person before him started to cry silently. "With Your permission, my Pharaoh, I will inform the High Priest of Osiris." he just nodded tiredly. The tanned man bowed several times and quickly ran off.
While waiting, he tried to stretch his muscles, starting with his fingers and toes, going to arms and legs and finally torso. He felt how exhausted he was and how much his body hurt. Shifting a bit for several seconds, Atem closed his eyes and tried to focus his dizzy mind - why was he dressed like that and why was he lying in such a luxury bed. He obviously could understand the language, but he was sure, he had spoken another some time ago. He looked around again – this all was so familiar to him. So, he tried to stand up, but quickly felt sick, his stomach twisted and he was about to vomit his guts out. The Pharaoh quickly closed his eyes squeezing them tightly, his lips pressed into a line as he slumped back on his fluffy pillow. He just had to wait.
"He is here, I swear he woke up, High Priest Nebwawy!" the voice from before got near him and the linen baldachin was pulled to the side once more. Now, two faces were looking at him, both dropped to their knees, as the older one spoke with deep voice "Pharaoh, welcome back to our world! Osiris has heard our prayers and You are walking among us once again, oh great Pharaoh!" Atem has gathered some energy, so he swallowed drily "thank you… please could I have some water?" the sheer speaking made him even more exhausted as he was. Nebwawy arched his head up "Muhmad, call the Sisters, now!". The younger one nodded without looking up and left the room quickly again. "My Pharaoh, have no worries, You will be served everything You need. The Sisters, will prepare You for Your return".
Several seconds later four women, dressed in simple linen dresses, entered the room and surrounded the bed. Their faces looked kind, but their eyes showed nothing but emptiness. The oldest of them spoke "My Pharaoh, we will help You, to stand up.". Without waiting for an answer, or any kind of response, two of them grabbed him under his shoulders and the other two pushed his legs gently to the side of the bed. He was glad they were here, he felt sick again and his head was still dizzy. Atem was sure he wouldn't be able to stand on his own, if it weren't for the Sisters. He could see the room now – it was huge, one side was completely opened looking to a peaceful, beautiful garden. On the other three walls were paintings of a person with a feathered headdress and people kneeling before him. Candles were placed everywhere, illuminating the room in a golden light.
While he was observing the beautiful room, four muscled men came in with a chair being hold by long wooden bars, painted colorfully, on their shoulders. The men kneeled before him and the Sisters helped him sit in it. "To the baths!", the strong men stood up and he was brought through beautifully decorated corridors, people dropped their heads as they saw him, before his journey ended in a bathroom.
It was more a hall with huge tubs in the middle of it. Atem was helped out of his golden chair, only to get undressed by the Sisters. He opened his mouth to protest – why the hell were they doing that? But they did it with such precision, their faces remaining stone cold, friendly masks, that he considered otherwise and let it happen. They helped him inside the warm water and he saw the golden oil float on the surface of it, glittering in the light. A young woman joined him. She had a transparent dress on, revealing every part of her body, her hair was covered under a wig and her face painted beautifully. She smiled at him, blushing a bit, before she started washing him completely, not leaving any corner of his body. He got shaved and scrubbed and shampooed with many different essences, so that whole air was filled with flowery and herbal fragrances. As soon as they were finished, he was helped out and his body was dried with fluffy linen blankets, to finally be covered with a cloth around his hips. "Now, my Pharaoh, we will need to prepare You.". He nodded to the elder woman and turned to look at the bath girl one more time. She quickly bowed her head and smiled shily, blushing once more.
He was brought, still by the golden chair, to yet another room, where a man in his 40s, waited for him. As soon as he saw him, he kneeled "welcome back, my Pharaoh, I have the great pleasure to paint Your body.". Atem was seated in front of a huge window, looking down on the garden from before. The Sisters and the strong men left the room, leaving him alone with the older man. He began to fuzz around, putting millions of small chests and bottles in rich colors on a table near them. Brushes and small clothes and different other stuff, Atem couldn't really name were also on it. Now he looked at the tanned man, his eyes were underlined and his lips were red, he was wearing a wig and he smelled of a very heavy perfume and powder – a bit too heavy for Atem.
The perfumed man poured some kind of an oily liquid on a cloth and smeared it over his face and body. He was busy with his legs, as his hand reached deep underneath Atem's skirt, in order to cover the inner thighs. He flinched a bit and inhaled deeply, focusing on the garden once more. It was a strange feeling being touched like this, but it still felt familiar to him and again this man, just like the Sisters, didn't even care of what and where he was looking or touching. Had he been through this already? He was brought back to reality by the squeaky voice of the artist "a perfect match to Your skin. Now the face! I think a thick black and torques color would be perfect for Your eyes my Pharaoh.". The final touches were, painting his finger tips and toes blue. "Perfection" the tanned man was standing before him, his hips and head very strangely tilted to the side, his long finger was on his chin, observing Atem's almost naked body. "Manu, the clothes!" a woman rushed in with beautifully colored dress pieces. First, the cloth was removed and they put a linen skirt around his hips. A sash was layered on them, a heavy neckless with gem stones was laid on his chest, his fingers, wrists and ankles were covered in gold rings and chains and other jewelry pieces. Just beneath his chest a thin beaded chain was knotted tight, letting the gemstone ends of it dangle on his belly. Finally, a golden headpiece was placed on his head and earrings pulled down on his earlobes.
Suddenly there were loud voices outside of the room "I demand to know, where he is!", "but.. but, my Pharaoh, he is not…" the doors got opened forcefully and a tall handsome man came in. His blazing blue eyes pierced Atem's. The two people beside him immediately kneeled "My Pharaoh", while he was standing unsteady on his feet, being supported by the artists and the woman. "This can't be …" the tall man's loud voice, was now just a mere whisper "You came… back…" his handsome face was showing irritation and shock. "You came back..." he stepped forward, closing the gap between them to kneel to his feet "My Pharaoh, You came back, this is … the happiest day of my life. I praise the Gods." He bowed his head deeply, almost touching Atem's feet.
Now for the first time during this very, very weird day, he thought, no, he knew, he had to speak "please, stand up.". The tall man, who was dressed in even more gold, silver and gemstones inverted these intense blue eyes towards him. And finally, he remembered – he was Atem, the Pharaoh of Upper and Lower Egypt. He had sealed his soul with the millennium items in order to prevent the future falling into darkness. He has fulfilled his destiny and his souls was back now. His head, which had been dizzy during all this time cleared, his eyes became their stern intensity "stand up, Seth, my Pharaoh!".
Atem was back.