Disclaimer: I can't say I own any of these characters, but if I did…there would no fun to the yaoi possibilities. Also, mucho thanks to the English version of Shonen Jump for the Egyptian words ^_~
Author's Note: Thank you, everyone that reviewed the first part of this! I was so glad it got as many reviews as it did; I thought it was going to suck ^_^ Oh, and is the title really that bad? Lame? I thought it kind of fit nicely with the setting and everything, but if it doesn't, then I can change it. I guess…
Anyway, I would just like to say that I've decided to make this four parts instead of three and there will definitely be some lemon in it…somewhere…but I'm not going to give it away. Heh, I'm evil, I know. Well, I'm done talking. R&R and most importantly…enjoy!
~Yami's POV~
The High Priest Seth had his arms crossed and was leaning against the sand block wall beside a giant statue of the hawk-headed god of the pharaoh, his eyes piercing themselves into my brain as I walked into the Temple of Horus, my thoughts set on meditating.
I could not tell what he was thinking, but it was most likely something pertaining to disgust, which bothered my worried soul even more.
I had never prayed before, not really, and learning to mask an air of pretended reverence was something easier than hiding an obvious desire I held. After the night before, I found myself wanting to truly reconcile with the deities of my culture, and now, the idea was completely futile as I realized that Seth was not going to move, meaning which he was going to stay and watch. I ignored the open stance of his long tanned legs and the fact that he was naked from the waist up, as was I -with only the Sennen Puzzle hanging down my chest- and lowered to my knees, my legs tucked carefully beneath my stiffened body.
I performed the beginning ritual with practiced ease- pretending that the object of my desires wasn't there- as I burnt a stick of incense to help calm my nerves, and I tried focusing my thoughts on Ra and Horus, asking them for guidance as to what I was to do, but nothing would come. Words were stuck in the back of my mind, and the only thing that surfaced was me…alone in my bed…crying out Seth's name as I orgasmed violently.
And, the other priests had said I was innocent in body and soul.
I think not.
Grinning inwardly at the thought, I was brutally interrupted from my trance by a slow and lingeringly deep voice that had my body thrumming with each word.
"It's a little early to be praying, is it not, Pharaoh?" That tone sent a sharp, thrilling chill down my spine, and I managed to repress a groan of explicit longing. It wasn't a good thing to be dwelling on dirty thoughts when the person being fantasized about was standing not three feet away. I gradually opened my eyes, preparing myself for a sight I had come to live with -beauty masked with complete and open loathing- and sighed, my hand running through my hair as I slowly got to my feet, the Sennen Puzzle rattling against my body. I forced a small smile for the sake of appearances, and, as always, it went unnoticed.
"It is never too early nor too late to do something, High Priest. You, of all people, should know that." I immediately wanted to slap myself and scream while I shook my shoulders to get a grip on myself, if that was even a possibility. I had sounded so cold and uncaring, an immense contrast to what I truly felt.
Oh, Seth, if you only knew-
A small grin edged its way onto his usually stoic features, and I tried to suppress the urge to shiver when he stepped closer, the long violet cape hanging from his broad shoulders making a soft sweeping sound in the silence of the temple.
"Of course, Highness, how could I not?" Oh, Ra…I swallowed the lump in my throat, my heart ready to pound out of my chest at any given moment due to the proximity of his tall and equally lean body. 'Don't come any closer' suddenly became my most beloved mantra.
"I-I-" Nothing would come, and there was that same mocking smile on his face, taunting me. "W-what is it that you want, High Priest?"
Not exactly what I had wanted to say, but it was good enough, although I was afraid of the answer. This could not be happening to me; it just couldn't be.
"Are you sure you want the answer to that question, Highness?" That was it; I couldn't take any more. I stepped back, my feet tangling in the robe that I wore, but Seth reached out, grabbing my wrist with physical strength I knew I would never possess before I could fall, and he pulled me close, raising a contradicting thought in my mind. At first, I thought it was because he actually held the same feelings for me as I did him, and my spirit soared with that knowledge, but when I looked back over my shoulder, I found that his other hand was gripping the arm of a masked stranger, sharp dagger clenched tightly in trembling fingers. It had been an attempt on my life, and that meant that Seth was only trying to protect me.
Protect something he hated.
I struggled away from his grasp, which he easily gave in to and watched with large eyes as Seth twisted the small knife away from my attacker and bent his arm tightly behind his back, the blade the assailant had dropped finding its way into the High Priest's hands and at the other's throat.
"You will not touch him," he murmured quietly in the thick Egyptian tongue, the sharp edge of the dagger digging a little deeper into his exposed flesh. Although the foe had been hooded, I could tell that a valiant expression was written across his face, from the way he held himself. All assassins were like this; they had no fear they would die as long as I went with them; kamikaze plain and simple.
" Traitor! The Aa-perti-nu-heba.w* will die…it does not matter what you do with me. The Heba.w-kekui** will be his end, and there is nothing you can do about it." He laughed then, almost mockingly, and I stood poignant as Seth drew the dagger across his neck, silencing him with one blow that left blood spilling down his chest and onto the temple floor. Swallowing harshly, I took another step back as the High Priest turned to face me, his murky blue eyes fading to an even darker color.
The Aa-perti-nu-heba.w will die…
That was me.
The Heba.w-kekui will be his end…
Those were the Shadow Games.
This was truly an omen from the gods; I was going to die.
"Pharaoh-" Hastily, I shook my head, my entire body trembling with the effort to keep standing. Why was I so weak now? I had never let anything this primitive bother me before; I was Yu-Gi-Oh, king of the Egyptians…
"Pharaoh!" That voice was more demanding, more forceful, and I came from my trance with a sharp intake of breath, my head -as well as my heart- pounding furiously. I turned to gaze at him then -my savior, my High Priest- and I knew I looked helpless to him, like a bird trapped within a cage that expected to die because he smiled then, a more welcoming grin than I had ever seen on his lips. "Are you injured?"
I wanted to laugh; I wanted to cry; but most of all, I wanted to fall to his feet and tell him the truth.
"No…I wish to-to thank you, High Priest," I mumbled quietly, holding myself regally even though my emotions were pulling me into a pit of darkening depression. Seth's smirk faded then, a more serious demeanor falling over the face that I loved so much.
"I have a name, Pharaoh, and I would be…obliged if you would use that instead of my title. Names are less…superficial." I nodded numbly, trying to ignore the fact that he still stood there -a dead corpse at his feet- with dark blood covering his hands and the bronzed skin of his arms.
"T-then, Seth, no, I am not…" It was a squeak, more soundly than naught, but he didn't seem to mind. Perhaps he understood what I was going through, but then again, perhaps he didn't.
"Pharaoh…what he said means nothing. You understand that, right?" His voice was less formal, almost as if he knew me personally, and deep within, I wished he had. He might have been able to slow the pain in my soul if he did.
"Y-yes, I understand…please, speak no more of it. I-I'll go now…have the body-" I couldn't speak anymore, and worse yet, I turned my back to him and fled, running down the long corridors of the temple away from the one I wanted to understand me, to know me.
When I thought I was a good distance away from that scene, I slid to the ground, burying my face in my hands as a sob hitched in my throat, threatening to spill forward as would the tears that I knew were gathering. My guards -possibly even Seth- would not be far behind, and I suddenly yearned to be someone else, anyone else as long as I didn't have to be pharaoh…king…a monarch that would die. I raised my voice, cursing in several languages -for I knew many- but mostly in my native tongue, the thick Egyptian ricocheting off the stone bricks and back into my ears. My voice…it no longer sounded like that of a proud and mighty sovereign but that of a weak and terrified boy…and I felt it as well. All my life I had never known affection -no love, no hope, no kindness- because it was a leader's duty to be fortified and hardened to accept the fate laid before them, and I broke easily under the pressure, never revealing…always…
Always pretending.
I hugged the Sennen Puzzle against me, murmuring half-comforting words in hopes to find some console in them, and I thought of my ka, wondering how my beautiful little double was fairing with these new circumstances, but instead of the image I wanted so badly to placate me, I was visited by another.
Dark hair, dark skin, dark azure eyes…
I saw Seth and cried harder.
A/N: I'm such a terrible person…making Yami cry like that, but hey, it's my story, and I can do whatever I want. Right? Plus, who says they don't get together in the end? Please review and tell me if this was good or *winces at the thought* bad. I'll take either compliment or flames just because I have such a big heart ^_^
*Aa-perti-nu-heba.w is translated as Pharaoh of Games (or King of)
**Heba.w-kekui means Darkness Games (a.k.a. Shadow Games)
Author's Note: Thank you, everyone that reviewed the first part of this! I was so glad it got as many reviews as it did; I thought it was going to suck ^_^ Oh, and is the title really that bad? Lame? I thought it kind of fit nicely with the setting and everything, but if it doesn't, then I can change it. I guess…
Anyway, I would just like to say that I've decided to make this four parts instead of three and there will definitely be some lemon in it…somewhere…but I'm not going to give it away. Heh, I'm evil, I know. Well, I'm done talking. R&R and most importantly…enjoy!
~Yami's POV~
The High Priest Seth had his arms crossed and was leaning against the sand block wall beside a giant statue of the hawk-headed god of the pharaoh, his eyes piercing themselves into my brain as I walked into the Temple of Horus, my thoughts set on meditating.
I could not tell what he was thinking, but it was most likely something pertaining to disgust, which bothered my worried soul even more.
I had never prayed before, not really, and learning to mask an air of pretended reverence was something easier than hiding an obvious desire I held. After the night before, I found myself wanting to truly reconcile with the deities of my culture, and now, the idea was completely futile as I realized that Seth was not going to move, meaning which he was going to stay and watch. I ignored the open stance of his long tanned legs and the fact that he was naked from the waist up, as was I -with only the Sennen Puzzle hanging down my chest- and lowered to my knees, my legs tucked carefully beneath my stiffened body.
I performed the beginning ritual with practiced ease- pretending that the object of my desires wasn't there- as I burnt a stick of incense to help calm my nerves, and I tried focusing my thoughts on Ra and Horus, asking them for guidance as to what I was to do, but nothing would come. Words were stuck in the back of my mind, and the only thing that surfaced was me…alone in my bed…crying out Seth's name as I orgasmed violently.
And, the other priests had said I was innocent in body and soul.
I think not.
Grinning inwardly at the thought, I was brutally interrupted from my trance by a slow and lingeringly deep voice that had my body thrumming with each word.
"It's a little early to be praying, is it not, Pharaoh?" That tone sent a sharp, thrilling chill down my spine, and I managed to repress a groan of explicit longing. It wasn't a good thing to be dwelling on dirty thoughts when the person being fantasized about was standing not three feet away. I gradually opened my eyes, preparing myself for a sight I had come to live with -beauty masked with complete and open loathing- and sighed, my hand running through my hair as I slowly got to my feet, the Sennen Puzzle rattling against my body. I forced a small smile for the sake of appearances, and, as always, it went unnoticed.
"It is never too early nor too late to do something, High Priest. You, of all people, should know that." I immediately wanted to slap myself and scream while I shook my shoulders to get a grip on myself, if that was even a possibility. I had sounded so cold and uncaring, an immense contrast to what I truly felt.
Oh, Seth, if you only knew-
A small grin edged its way onto his usually stoic features, and I tried to suppress the urge to shiver when he stepped closer, the long violet cape hanging from his broad shoulders making a soft sweeping sound in the silence of the temple.
"Of course, Highness, how could I not?" Oh, Ra…I swallowed the lump in my throat, my heart ready to pound out of my chest at any given moment due to the proximity of his tall and equally lean body. 'Don't come any closer' suddenly became my most beloved mantra.
"I-I-" Nothing would come, and there was that same mocking smile on his face, taunting me. "W-what is it that you want, High Priest?"
Not exactly what I had wanted to say, but it was good enough, although I was afraid of the answer. This could not be happening to me; it just couldn't be.
"Are you sure you want the answer to that question, Highness?" That was it; I couldn't take any more. I stepped back, my feet tangling in the robe that I wore, but Seth reached out, grabbing my wrist with physical strength I knew I would never possess before I could fall, and he pulled me close, raising a contradicting thought in my mind. At first, I thought it was because he actually held the same feelings for me as I did him, and my spirit soared with that knowledge, but when I looked back over my shoulder, I found that his other hand was gripping the arm of a masked stranger, sharp dagger clenched tightly in trembling fingers. It had been an attempt on my life, and that meant that Seth was only trying to protect me.
Protect something he hated.
I struggled away from his grasp, which he easily gave in to and watched with large eyes as Seth twisted the small knife away from my attacker and bent his arm tightly behind his back, the blade the assailant had dropped finding its way into the High Priest's hands and at the other's throat.
"You will not touch him," he murmured quietly in the thick Egyptian tongue, the sharp edge of the dagger digging a little deeper into his exposed flesh. Although the foe had been hooded, I could tell that a valiant expression was written across his face, from the way he held himself. All assassins were like this; they had no fear they would die as long as I went with them; kamikaze plain and simple.
" Traitor! The Aa-perti-nu-heba.w* will die…it does not matter what you do with me. The Heba.w-kekui** will be his end, and there is nothing you can do about it." He laughed then, almost mockingly, and I stood poignant as Seth drew the dagger across his neck, silencing him with one blow that left blood spilling down his chest and onto the temple floor. Swallowing harshly, I took another step back as the High Priest turned to face me, his murky blue eyes fading to an even darker color.
The Aa-perti-nu-heba.w will die…
That was me.
The Heba.w-kekui will be his end…
Those were the Shadow Games.
This was truly an omen from the gods; I was going to die.
"Pharaoh-" Hastily, I shook my head, my entire body trembling with the effort to keep standing. Why was I so weak now? I had never let anything this primitive bother me before; I was Yu-Gi-Oh, king of the Egyptians…
"Pharaoh!" That voice was more demanding, more forceful, and I came from my trance with a sharp intake of breath, my head -as well as my heart- pounding furiously. I turned to gaze at him then -my savior, my High Priest- and I knew I looked helpless to him, like a bird trapped within a cage that expected to die because he smiled then, a more welcoming grin than I had ever seen on his lips. "Are you injured?"
I wanted to laugh; I wanted to cry; but most of all, I wanted to fall to his feet and tell him the truth.
"No…I wish to-to thank you, High Priest," I mumbled quietly, holding myself regally even though my emotions were pulling me into a pit of darkening depression. Seth's smirk faded then, a more serious demeanor falling over the face that I loved so much.
"I have a name, Pharaoh, and I would be…obliged if you would use that instead of my title. Names are less…superficial." I nodded numbly, trying to ignore the fact that he still stood there -a dead corpse at his feet- with dark blood covering his hands and the bronzed skin of his arms.
"T-then, Seth, no, I am not…" It was a squeak, more soundly than naught, but he didn't seem to mind. Perhaps he understood what I was going through, but then again, perhaps he didn't.
"Pharaoh…what he said means nothing. You understand that, right?" His voice was less formal, almost as if he knew me personally, and deep within, I wished he had. He might have been able to slow the pain in my soul if he did.
"Y-yes, I understand…please, speak no more of it. I-I'll go now…have the body-" I couldn't speak anymore, and worse yet, I turned my back to him and fled, running down the long corridors of the temple away from the one I wanted to understand me, to know me.
When I thought I was a good distance away from that scene, I slid to the ground, burying my face in my hands as a sob hitched in my throat, threatening to spill forward as would the tears that I knew were gathering. My guards -possibly even Seth- would not be far behind, and I suddenly yearned to be someone else, anyone else as long as I didn't have to be pharaoh…king…a monarch that would die. I raised my voice, cursing in several languages -for I knew many- but mostly in my native tongue, the thick Egyptian ricocheting off the stone bricks and back into my ears. My voice…it no longer sounded like that of a proud and mighty sovereign but that of a weak and terrified boy…and I felt it as well. All my life I had never known affection -no love, no hope, no kindness- because it was a leader's duty to be fortified and hardened to accept the fate laid before them, and I broke easily under the pressure, never revealing…always…
Always pretending.
I hugged the Sennen Puzzle against me, murmuring half-comforting words in hopes to find some console in them, and I thought of my ka, wondering how my beautiful little double was fairing with these new circumstances, but instead of the image I wanted so badly to placate me, I was visited by another.
Dark hair, dark skin, dark azure eyes…
I saw Seth and cried harder.
A/N: I'm such a terrible person…making Yami cry like that, but hey, it's my story, and I can do whatever I want. Right? Plus, who says they don't get together in the end? Please review and tell me if this was good or *winces at the thought* bad. I'll take either compliment or flames just because I have such a big heart ^_^
*Aa-perti-nu-heba.w is translated as Pharaoh of Games (or King of)
**Heba.w-kekui means Darkness Games (a.k.a. Shadow Games)