Sephiroth was having a nice dream. He and his little brother, Mokketh, were
in the palace. Only they were dressed like the Pharaoh. Said monarch was
next to them. It was strange, but nice nonetheless.
" Sephiroth?" Said a smooth voice in his ear.
Now torn from his dream, he was fully awake. He refused to open his eyes however. Just because he was awake didn't mean he had to like it. He had gotten into the Pharaoh's bed because that little floor pallet thing wasn't happening. It was better than his own bed at home and he wasn't getting up without a fight.
" What?" He asked; irritated.
" Go get my bath ready." Said the voice.
" What?!" He shouted sitting up; totally unbelieving the previous statement.
" You heard me slave. Go get my bath ready. And make sure it's warm water, and rose petals and it has the scented oils I like." Yagami said.
Sephiroth gave him an 'are-outta-your-mind?' look. He wanted him to go run him a bath? And put all kinds of special accessories to it? Did it say 'live-in maid' on him somewhere that he didn't see?
" Don't give me that look. Get to it." He said pointing to the door.
" Go fix your own bath." He said rolling over.
" What?!" Yagami said in the similar he had used.
" Did I stutter?" He asked from the other side of the bed.
Yagami started to hit him. He really wanted to. This kid, Sephiroth, was so irritating! It was not possible to go one hour without wanting to punch in his, charming, beautiful, gorgeous face.
Yagami shook his head. That was NOT the thought he was going for. The things this slave was doing to him were unnerving. He needed to get away from him for a while.
Wait a minute.
An evil grin spread across his face. He had the perfect way to get rid of him.
*****************
" I'll get you for this Pharaoh."
Since Sephiroth had refused to run the Pharaoh's bath, he was assigned work with the other slaves; building the fallen Bastet temple.
His job was to make mudd bricks. He didn't mind it so much. It was kinda fun. He used to play in the mudd when he was oh-so-young.
The only drawback was the loudmouth cracking a whip and barking orders. His name was Kimoth. He was the assistant of the current High Priest, Peguseth.
Kimoth seemed to take great pleasure in 'accidentally' hitting him with the whip. He had 4 lashes on his back so far.
*CRACK*
" Oops! I'm so clumsy!" Kimoth said smirking.
" I'll show you clumsy!" He threatened; getting up and going after him.
" Hold it!"
Someone grabbed his arm. He turned to see who it was before he just out- right attack them.
It was some guy. He had messy blond hair that fell into his face. Amber eyes looked at him with warning and concern. He didn't know him, but he was helping him. The guy seemed like he'd been here for a while.
" Don't attack. You'll only get more lashes." He said.
Sephiroth growled and looked at Kimoth. Then he looked down at him and swallowed his anger. He'd get Kimoth later on. He would find some kind of way to get back at him. He ripped his arm away and got back to work.
" You must be new here." He said going back to his own work.
" So?" He said; not looking up.
" You don't know the rules. You don't know your way around this place." He said.
" I don't have too. I'm smart enough to find my way around just fine." He said.
" I'm Jono. Who are you?" He asked.
" I'm Sephiroth. Personal 'slave' to the Pharaoh. But not for long. I'm getting out of here real soon." He said.
" Sephiroth, eh? Well, I'd like to see ya get out of here. But I know ya won't." He said.
" Really?" He asked smugly.
" Really." He answered.
Sephiroth started to retort something, but something else stopped him. The way that this 'Jono' person was looking at him. His eyes shown with something he wasn't able to identify. It made him feel a little uncomfortable.
" You wanna take a quick break? I know someplace where they won't bother us." He said motioning with his eyes to a place off to the side.
Sephiroth looked over to the side where he was motioning. It was dark over there and there weren't any guards over there. He wasn't sure he wanted to go over there with Jono. He still wasn't positive about the look in his eyes.
But before he could answer, Jono grabbed him and yanked him to stand in line with a bunch of other slaves. They were in some kind of inspection as far as he could tell. He wasn't too sure he understood everything, but he didn't want the Pharaoh to think this work had gotten the best of him.
" Hurry, the Pharaoh is coming on his morning walk to the temple." Jono said quickly.
Sephiroth stood with his hip out to the side and with his hands holding his arms. He was hot, uncomfortable, muddy and to Anubis with doing what the Pharaoh wanted.
*************
Yagami sauntered through the construction grounds of Bastet's new temple. He was sick of waiting and he wanted to see what was taking so long. He didn't think it took so long to build a temple if it only took a little time to knock it down.
He observed the building as it stood and went over the plans. He looked over the layout and what they had done so far. Then he looked over the slaves to see how his personal 'assistant' was doing.
He scanned the lines and lines of identical faces looking for the one that haunted him. Those beautiful blue eyes that released an uproar of emotions behind his solid, 'mighty Pharaoh' façade. Soft, warm lips that his own ached to touch. Auburn locks that he wanted to tangle his fingers in. And that body.....
Yagami shook his head violently. That was not what he intended to be thinking about. He seemed to drift off to the new slave even more now. Growling in frustration, he spotted him.
Sephiroth stood in his same lazed pose. He did not to care that he could be killed at the snap of a finger. He wanted that, this was why he was where he was now. But even if he did piss him off to that extremity, Yagami seriously doubted he'd be able to have him executed.
Hang on. What's this?
* That older slave with the dirty blond hair is staring at MY Sephiroth?!!!! I'll skin him alive!!!! * He thought furiously to himself.
As Yagami thought this, his fingers gripped the stone desk so hard that he sent cracks through it and broke it into tiny little pieces.
" Are you alright sire?" One of the architects asked.
" Bring me that slave," He ordered pointing to Sephiroth," Bring him to my chambers and lock the door behind you. If he resists, knock him out and tie him up!! And put the blond one in solitary!! 50 lashes!!"
With that, he stalked away feeling extremely angry and slightly proud of himself.
* Some ordinary slave thinks he can take away MY Sephiroth-I-I mean, My personal slave! Then he's got another thing coming! He's mine! And mine alone! *
" Sephiroth?" Said a smooth voice in his ear.
Now torn from his dream, he was fully awake. He refused to open his eyes however. Just because he was awake didn't mean he had to like it. He had gotten into the Pharaoh's bed because that little floor pallet thing wasn't happening. It was better than his own bed at home and he wasn't getting up without a fight.
" What?" He asked; irritated.
" Go get my bath ready." Said the voice.
" What?!" He shouted sitting up; totally unbelieving the previous statement.
" You heard me slave. Go get my bath ready. And make sure it's warm water, and rose petals and it has the scented oils I like." Yagami said.
Sephiroth gave him an 'are-outta-your-mind?' look. He wanted him to go run him a bath? And put all kinds of special accessories to it? Did it say 'live-in maid' on him somewhere that he didn't see?
" Don't give me that look. Get to it." He said pointing to the door.
" Go fix your own bath." He said rolling over.
" What?!" Yagami said in the similar he had used.
" Did I stutter?" He asked from the other side of the bed.
Yagami started to hit him. He really wanted to. This kid, Sephiroth, was so irritating! It was not possible to go one hour without wanting to punch in his, charming, beautiful, gorgeous face.
Yagami shook his head. That was NOT the thought he was going for. The things this slave was doing to him were unnerving. He needed to get away from him for a while.
Wait a minute.
An evil grin spread across his face. He had the perfect way to get rid of him.
*****************
" I'll get you for this Pharaoh."
Since Sephiroth had refused to run the Pharaoh's bath, he was assigned work with the other slaves; building the fallen Bastet temple.
His job was to make mudd bricks. He didn't mind it so much. It was kinda fun. He used to play in the mudd when he was oh-so-young.
The only drawback was the loudmouth cracking a whip and barking orders. His name was Kimoth. He was the assistant of the current High Priest, Peguseth.
Kimoth seemed to take great pleasure in 'accidentally' hitting him with the whip. He had 4 lashes on his back so far.
*CRACK*
" Oops! I'm so clumsy!" Kimoth said smirking.
" I'll show you clumsy!" He threatened; getting up and going after him.
" Hold it!"
Someone grabbed his arm. He turned to see who it was before he just out- right attack them.
It was some guy. He had messy blond hair that fell into his face. Amber eyes looked at him with warning and concern. He didn't know him, but he was helping him. The guy seemed like he'd been here for a while.
" Don't attack. You'll only get more lashes." He said.
Sephiroth growled and looked at Kimoth. Then he looked down at him and swallowed his anger. He'd get Kimoth later on. He would find some kind of way to get back at him. He ripped his arm away and got back to work.
" You must be new here." He said going back to his own work.
" So?" He said; not looking up.
" You don't know the rules. You don't know your way around this place." He said.
" I don't have too. I'm smart enough to find my way around just fine." He said.
" I'm Jono. Who are you?" He asked.
" I'm Sephiroth. Personal 'slave' to the Pharaoh. But not for long. I'm getting out of here real soon." He said.
" Sephiroth, eh? Well, I'd like to see ya get out of here. But I know ya won't." He said.
" Really?" He asked smugly.
" Really." He answered.
Sephiroth started to retort something, but something else stopped him. The way that this 'Jono' person was looking at him. His eyes shown with something he wasn't able to identify. It made him feel a little uncomfortable.
" You wanna take a quick break? I know someplace where they won't bother us." He said motioning with his eyes to a place off to the side.
Sephiroth looked over to the side where he was motioning. It was dark over there and there weren't any guards over there. He wasn't sure he wanted to go over there with Jono. He still wasn't positive about the look in his eyes.
But before he could answer, Jono grabbed him and yanked him to stand in line with a bunch of other slaves. They were in some kind of inspection as far as he could tell. He wasn't too sure he understood everything, but he didn't want the Pharaoh to think this work had gotten the best of him.
" Hurry, the Pharaoh is coming on his morning walk to the temple." Jono said quickly.
Sephiroth stood with his hip out to the side and with his hands holding his arms. He was hot, uncomfortable, muddy and to Anubis with doing what the Pharaoh wanted.
*************
Yagami sauntered through the construction grounds of Bastet's new temple. He was sick of waiting and he wanted to see what was taking so long. He didn't think it took so long to build a temple if it only took a little time to knock it down.
He observed the building as it stood and went over the plans. He looked over the layout and what they had done so far. Then he looked over the slaves to see how his personal 'assistant' was doing.
He scanned the lines and lines of identical faces looking for the one that haunted him. Those beautiful blue eyes that released an uproar of emotions behind his solid, 'mighty Pharaoh' façade. Soft, warm lips that his own ached to touch. Auburn locks that he wanted to tangle his fingers in. And that body.....
Yagami shook his head violently. That was not what he intended to be thinking about. He seemed to drift off to the new slave even more now. Growling in frustration, he spotted him.
Sephiroth stood in his same lazed pose. He did not to care that he could be killed at the snap of a finger. He wanted that, this was why he was where he was now. But even if he did piss him off to that extremity, Yagami seriously doubted he'd be able to have him executed.
Hang on. What's this?
* That older slave with the dirty blond hair is staring at MY Sephiroth?!!!! I'll skin him alive!!!! * He thought furiously to himself.
As Yagami thought this, his fingers gripped the stone desk so hard that he sent cracks through it and broke it into tiny little pieces.
" Are you alright sire?" One of the architects asked.
" Bring me that slave," He ordered pointing to Sephiroth," Bring him to my chambers and lock the door behind you. If he resists, knock him out and tie him up!! And put the blond one in solitary!! 50 lashes!!"
With that, he stalked away feeling extremely angry and slightly proud of himself.
* Some ordinary slave thinks he can take away MY Sephiroth-I-I mean, My personal slave! Then he's got another thing coming! He's mine! And mine alone! *