Silver Lily: Wee!!!! Another chappie!!! *happy dances*
Yami Yugi: Tell me what happens!!! Please? *puppy eyes*
Jade: Sorry, pharaoh, it's just not the same unless it's coming from Little Yugi.
Yugi: Ha!
Silver Lily: Well, I do not own Yu Gi Oh!, sadly, because if I did all of the characters would hook up like all of the girls want that write and read yaoi fics. *wistful dreaming*
Jade: *gagging noises*
Silver Lily: *glares* On with the fic.
Sunstone
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Like the sphere that is perfect, with no beginning and no end, so is my being. Eternal and incomprehensible, it is I that am the enigma. The universe and the stars and the earths beyond earth, ever changing and ever the same. I am the light.
-The Trinity of Light
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Fragrance the likes of which he never had dreamed could exist wafted around his senses. Steaming water filled with bubbles that were oddly soft floated around him, his damp hair thick with soap.
"What did you call this stuff again?"
That strange, exotic woman that found him laughed. "It's called shampoo. It has quite a fair market value for trade. We usually exchange it for the tasty olive oil of Greece. Foot."
In reply, he lifted his left foot out of the water, allowing her to take hold. Delicately, she ran a small sponge over his tender skin and cleaned it of the blood and dirt.
Such an odd turn of events this day had been. He woke up this morning, realizing that his life would probably forever be as it was. That slave driver was cruel, the other slaves ridiculed him for his petite stature, and that infernal sun was always beating down upon him. Even worse was the night time. It was so cold, so dry, and he had but the clothes on his back to keep him warm.
Two weeks of memory. Some life. Amnesia, they had said he possessed. Someone went so far as to say that Set had a strong hold on him.
The young slave learned quickly that he didn't like this Set.
The silver haired woman placed his foot pack in the warm bath water and waited for his other one.
Suddenly, he was curious about something. "Do you have a name?"
She smiled at his naïve question. Most of the other slaves probably didn't have a name either. However, they just couldn't remember what is was. They knew that at one time they had one, though. Unlike this young slave who had _no_ memory at all. "Yes, my name is Selene. In Greek mythology Selene is the moon, who hopelessly fell in love with the handsome Endymion, but couldn't have him." She giggled. "Of course, the emerging Roman religion calls her Luna."
The small one's head was spinning. This woman, this beautiful creature, she must be filled with mounds of information! She must contain some sort of fountain of knowledge!
"Does every one around here know as much as you?" he asked tentatively.
She laughed again. Gods, her laugh. Crystal chimes. "Depending on what you want them to know."
She was finished with his legs, now contenting herself with his hair. It felt good to have her fingers run through his drenched tresses, some sort of massage that he probably didn't deserve.
"Are you my master? Will I get a name?"
He didn't expect her to growl. "I don't like the term 'master.' Please don't use it. As for a name, that's not my place to give you one. I am not the one you will be spending most of your time with. After your bath, we will be going to the pharaoh's chambers."
The child visibly shivered. "The pharaoh?"
"Is something wrong?"
"I-the tales that the slave drivers told. They said they would feed us to his monsters that he keeps locked up in the dungeon. That the- he would come in our sleep and crush our souls into nothingness. . ." The slave broke off in muffles sobs.
Delicate arms wrapped around his shoulders. "Those are lies, Little Love. Never believe them. He is one of my best friends, and I can promise you that he will never, _ever_ hurt you. Or any one else for that matter. If ever there is a time that he is angry, it is because of the power hungry people that he has to deal with every day and keep under control."
"Promise?" the young one whispered.
"With all my heart."
She finished rinsing his hair.
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Sweat visibly poured down his brow, golden bangs clinging mercilessly to his skin. He grunted, thrusting his saber in attack once again.
"Come on, Yu Gi Oh, I know that you have more in you than that!" The green eyed Greek taunted.
"You drive a hard lesson, advisor."
The brunette struck out in attack again, renewed vigor and stamina behind every blow. "I've had to train with my other half, what do you expect? She'd be calling me lazy by now if I gave out."
The king of Thebes growled again. "My training just started a week ago!"
"All the more reason to keep going! Push you limits to their fullest extent. And when you're about to collapse, keep going!" The iron blades collided more.
Sheer will forced him on.
"We can't allow our beloved ruler to become inactive like his father, nothing but skin and bones. We have to keep you active and put muscles on your frame!"
"So I'm told, but I don't see any improvement yet."
"Give it about a month or so."
The sweat continued to erupt in torrents from his pores, though he tried to ignore it. He would _definitely_ need a bath tonight. Silently he hoped that Selene might have it poured for him already.
"Alright, my friends. I think that your activities are done for the evening." The pharaoh turned to see a strawberry blonde apprentice standing in the doorway, arms crossed. Of course, in doing this, allowed his guard to drop. The flat of a blade connected with his thigh.
"Hey!"
"Hey yourself! You let your guard drop!" Jade smiled in a friendly manner.
"You just wait until next time, I'll wipe that smirk off your face."
"I look forward to it."
Utterly exauhsted, the ruler gave his weapon to the Greek and headed to the doorway. 'Thank you,' he mouthed gratefully at Aeyeta.
"My pleasure," she whispered back.
The setting sun stained the horizon in a violent red, fading in the high sky into a royal purple. Yes, a bath and bed was exactly what he needed.
It wasn't long until Jade had caught up with the two of them walking to his chambers. "I think I can find well enough on my own, you know."
"Nope, I had no idea," Jade replied mater-of-factly.
He sighed, turning the corner of the hall that led to his room. He certainly didn't expect to see Selene standing outside of his door, arms folded and a knowing smirk about her lips.
The pharaoh narrowed his purple eyes suspiciously. "What are you plotting?"
The silver haired woman gave a fake look of hurt. "Oh, you think that _I_ would be plotting something? Against my secret boyfriend the pharaoh? How could you even _think_ such a thing?"
He gave a mixture of a scoff and a laugh. "I'm not fooled by you, my lady rose hiding her thorns."
She smiled. "Your bath is waiting for you."
Still knowing that she was up to something, probably with the rest of their little group behind her, he opened his chamber door, walked in, and closed it.
Aeyeta smiled. "How long do you think it will take him to notice?"
Jade rubbed his nails against his shirt. "I'd say in about three, two, one. . ."
They heavy oaken doors, expensive as such wood was rare in Egypt, flew opened and a wide eyed ruler, covered in perspiration, stood starring wildly at the three people standing outside of his door with grins plastered on their faces.
"What the, . . .who is, . . .why is there. . . what going on?" he demanded.
Selene laughed. "Isn't it amazing how that poor slave you let me take home today looks so much like you? I'm so sorry to impose this upon you, my liege, but he simply wouldn't be safe in any other room but yours. How many might want to take advantage of a young slave with no name that looks so much like their king? The medjai will keep a very good eye on him, as I'm sure that you know. And only your closest allies are allowed in there at all. No problems with intruding strangers."
That grin still didn't leave her face.
"You planned this somehow. I know you did. 'Take advantage of?'" he lowered his voice to almost a hiss. "How do you expect me to keep my hands off of what's in there?" For emphasis, he pointed behind him to the occupied bed.
Jade shrugged. "We're sure that you can handle it."
Yu Gi Oh growled, snarled, and grunted. "You wait, I'll find out how you managed to pull this off. Just wait. I'll. . ." he turned around stalking off to his room.
"Have fun, dear heart!" Selene called back.
The king closed the door, looking back at his doll-replica on the bed. Purple eyes looked back at him, the Egyptian sun glowing faintly behind him.
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Silver Lily: HEHEHEH!!!! Yeah!!! Another down! *victory dances*
Jade: Scary. R&R people.
Yami Yugi: Tell me what happens!!! Please? *puppy eyes*
Jade: Sorry, pharaoh, it's just not the same unless it's coming from Little Yugi.
Yugi: Ha!
Silver Lily: Well, I do not own Yu Gi Oh!, sadly, because if I did all of the characters would hook up like all of the girls want that write and read yaoi fics. *wistful dreaming*
Jade: *gagging noises*
Silver Lily: *glares* On with the fic.
Sunstone
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Like the sphere that is perfect, with no beginning and no end, so is my being. Eternal and incomprehensible, it is I that am the enigma. The universe and the stars and the earths beyond earth, ever changing and ever the same. I am the light.
-The Trinity of Light
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Fragrance the likes of which he never had dreamed could exist wafted around his senses. Steaming water filled with bubbles that were oddly soft floated around him, his damp hair thick with soap.
"What did you call this stuff again?"
That strange, exotic woman that found him laughed. "It's called shampoo. It has quite a fair market value for trade. We usually exchange it for the tasty olive oil of Greece. Foot."
In reply, he lifted his left foot out of the water, allowing her to take hold. Delicately, she ran a small sponge over his tender skin and cleaned it of the blood and dirt.
Such an odd turn of events this day had been. He woke up this morning, realizing that his life would probably forever be as it was. That slave driver was cruel, the other slaves ridiculed him for his petite stature, and that infernal sun was always beating down upon him. Even worse was the night time. It was so cold, so dry, and he had but the clothes on his back to keep him warm.
Two weeks of memory. Some life. Amnesia, they had said he possessed. Someone went so far as to say that Set had a strong hold on him.
The young slave learned quickly that he didn't like this Set.
The silver haired woman placed his foot pack in the warm bath water and waited for his other one.
Suddenly, he was curious about something. "Do you have a name?"
She smiled at his naïve question. Most of the other slaves probably didn't have a name either. However, they just couldn't remember what is was. They knew that at one time they had one, though. Unlike this young slave who had _no_ memory at all. "Yes, my name is Selene. In Greek mythology Selene is the moon, who hopelessly fell in love with the handsome Endymion, but couldn't have him." She giggled. "Of course, the emerging Roman religion calls her Luna."
The small one's head was spinning. This woman, this beautiful creature, she must be filled with mounds of information! She must contain some sort of fountain of knowledge!
"Does every one around here know as much as you?" he asked tentatively.
She laughed again. Gods, her laugh. Crystal chimes. "Depending on what you want them to know."
She was finished with his legs, now contenting herself with his hair. It felt good to have her fingers run through his drenched tresses, some sort of massage that he probably didn't deserve.
"Are you my master? Will I get a name?"
He didn't expect her to growl. "I don't like the term 'master.' Please don't use it. As for a name, that's not my place to give you one. I am not the one you will be spending most of your time with. After your bath, we will be going to the pharaoh's chambers."
The child visibly shivered. "The pharaoh?"
"Is something wrong?"
"I-the tales that the slave drivers told. They said they would feed us to his monsters that he keeps locked up in the dungeon. That the- he would come in our sleep and crush our souls into nothingness. . ." The slave broke off in muffles sobs.
Delicate arms wrapped around his shoulders. "Those are lies, Little Love. Never believe them. He is one of my best friends, and I can promise you that he will never, _ever_ hurt you. Or any one else for that matter. If ever there is a time that he is angry, it is because of the power hungry people that he has to deal with every day and keep under control."
"Promise?" the young one whispered.
"With all my heart."
She finished rinsing his hair.
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Sweat visibly poured down his brow, golden bangs clinging mercilessly to his skin. He grunted, thrusting his saber in attack once again.
"Come on, Yu Gi Oh, I know that you have more in you than that!" The green eyed Greek taunted.
"You drive a hard lesson, advisor."
The brunette struck out in attack again, renewed vigor and stamina behind every blow. "I've had to train with my other half, what do you expect? She'd be calling me lazy by now if I gave out."
The king of Thebes growled again. "My training just started a week ago!"
"All the more reason to keep going! Push you limits to their fullest extent. And when you're about to collapse, keep going!" The iron blades collided more.
Sheer will forced him on.
"We can't allow our beloved ruler to become inactive like his father, nothing but skin and bones. We have to keep you active and put muscles on your frame!"
"So I'm told, but I don't see any improvement yet."
"Give it about a month or so."
The sweat continued to erupt in torrents from his pores, though he tried to ignore it. He would _definitely_ need a bath tonight. Silently he hoped that Selene might have it poured for him already.
"Alright, my friends. I think that your activities are done for the evening." The pharaoh turned to see a strawberry blonde apprentice standing in the doorway, arms crossed. Of course, in doing this, allowed his guard to drop. The flat of a blade connected with his thigh.
"Hey!"
"Hey yourself! You let your guard drop!" Jade smiled in a friendly manner.
"You just wait until next time, I'll wipe that smirk off your face."
"I look forward to it."
Utterly exauhsted, the ruler gave his weapon to the Greek and headed to the doorway. 'Thank you,' he mouthed gratefully at Aeyeta.
"My pleasure," she whispered back.
The setting sun stained the horizon in a violent red, fading in the high sky into a royal purple. Yes, a bath and bed was exactly what he needed.
It wasn't long until Jade had caught up with the two of them walking to his chambers. "I think I can find well enough on my own, you know."
"Nope, I had no idea," Jade replied mater-of-factly.
He sighed, turning the corner of the hall that led to his room. He certainly didn't expect to see Selene standing outside of his door, arms folded and a knowing smirk about her lips.
The pharaoh narrowed his purple eyes suspiciously. "What are you plotting?"
The silver haired woman gave a fake look of hurt. "Oh, you think that _I_ would be plotting something? Against my secret boyfriend the pharaoh? How could you even _think_ such a thing?"
He gave a mixture of a scoff and a laugh. "I'm not fooled by you, my lady rose hiding her thorns."
She smiled. "Your bath is waiting for you."
Still knowing that she was up to something, probably with the rest of their little group behind her, he opened his chamber door, walked in, and closed it.
Aeyeta smiled. "How long do you think it will take him to notice?"
Jade rubbed his nails against his shirt. "I'd say in about three, two, one. . ."
They heavy oaken doors, expensive as such wood was rare in Egypt, flew opened and a wide eyed ruler, covered in perspiration, stood starring wildly at the three people standing outside of his door with grins plastered on their faces.
"What the, . . .who is, . . .why is there. . . what going on?" he demanded.
Selene laughed. "Isn't it amazing how that poor slave you let me take home today looks so much like you? I'm so sorry to impose this upon you, my liege, but he simply wouldn't be safe in any other room but yours. How many might want to take advantage of a young slave with no name that looks so much like their king? The medjai will keep a very good eye on him, as I'm sure that you know. And only your closest allies are allowed in there at all. No problems with intruding strangers."
That grin still didn't leave her face.
"You planned this somehow. I know you did. 'Take advantage of?'" he lowered his voice to almost a hiss. "How do you expect me to keep my hands off of what's in there?" For emphasis, he pointed behind him to the occupied bed.
Jade shrugged. "We're sure that you can handle it."
Yu Gi Oh growled, snarled, and grunted. "You wait, I'll find out how you managed to pull this off. Just wait. I'll. . ." he turned around stalking off to his room.
"Have fun, dear heart!" Selene called back.
The king closed the door, looking back at his doll-replica on the bed. Purple eyes looked back at him, the Egyptian sun glowing faintly behind him.
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Silver Lily: HEHEHEH!!!! Yeah!!! Another down! *victory dances*
Jade: Scary. R&R people.