Silver Lily: *insane giggles*
Jade: I think all of these fan fictions are going to her head.
Yami Yugi: Tread carefully, any who actually decide to read this. You might be permanently damaged.
Silver Lily: I really don't think he's joking, either. *talks to self* GO COOL RUNNINGS!!!! *cheers*
Jade: *quirks eyebrow* Something is seriously wrong. . .
Silver Lily: *giggles* Enjoy the fic!!!!
Sunstone
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Take me by the hand, take me somewhere new. I don't know who you are, but I'm with you.
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The young slave gazed warily at the room's new occupant. His face was in the shadowy recesses of the entrance, but his body was illuminated by the glow of the setting sun. A sense of mystery added, not being able to see his eyes.
He really didn't want to, but the slave couldn't help but stare at the moisture covered body. The pharaoh's flesh was flushed and bright with color, newly developed muscles moving under his skin. His sculpted chest was heaving slightly with un-normally heavy breaths. The wind was sucked out of the young slave, a strange feeling taking hold.
Yu Gi Oh, on the other hand, was starring at some sort of painted doll sitting on his bed. Wide eyes, pools of bliss ignorance and yet wise caution looked at him like a frightened bird. The morning star could practically see his tiny replica flittering away. He advanced slowly, and the young slave withdrew to himself on instinct. The pharaoh stopped, a questioning gaze ingrained in his eyes.
"Selene said you wouldn't hurt me," a sweet voice spoke, barely above a whisper.
"Selene has never lied, in all of the time that I have known her."
"She said that you were really nice."
Yu Gi Oh chuckled. "She has a high opinion of me."
The little one on the bed cocked his head to the side at the reply, but said nothing. The king of Thebes walked over to a table at the other end of the room, reaching a basin full of warm water. He washed his face clean of the formal make up that he had to wear every day. The glare from Re-Atum could be bad even for him.
"Are you my new master," the voice reached out to his ears. The king turned around and frowned, pouring himself a glass of wine. "My name is Yu Gi Oh, master isn't necessary." Of course it was tradition, but it didn't mean that he liked the tittle any more. In fact, he practically loathed its use.
"I'm going to take a bath, little one. I won't be long." And with that the taller one of the room retreated through a door adjoining the chambers.
True to his word, he wasn't long, back before the Eye had even completely set. The wide violet eyes tried to focus themselves else where when the glistening body came back out, the candle light playing tricks on the deliciously tanned skin.
"I suppose that most of your nights were spent pretty cold, weren't they?"
The slave nodded silently.
"I promise that you won't be cold anymore." The pharaoh advanced to the side of the bed, deep purple eyes starring wildly at the tall figure. What was he going to do? The slave remembered quite well those few nights when the slave drivers would advance on him. The only reason that he was never touched was because of one of the men, some one named Honda, always stepped up and protected him. Said that he was far too young to touch. Whatever the excuse, he was grateful.
He scooted further on the bed, falling into the depths of the feather pillows. "It's all right, little one. You've been told I wouldn't hurt you, and I won't. I'm just very tired, and desperately need some sleep. The Egyptian night is usually warmer when spent next to someone, maybe the both of us won't be so cold anymore." And with that, the pharaoh slipped under the covers and closed his eyes. He was right. He didn't seem to even want to touch his shorter version.
'So this is it', the slave thought. 'I get the be the pharaoh's personal bed warmer. Oh well, better than the whip.' He slipped in along side of his taller look alike and went into a much needed sleep.
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The slave woke up the next morning at the sound of the chamber doors creaking open. The curtains had graciously kept out the obtrusive light of the rising Eye, allowing the two to sleep longer. My, it was so warm. Cozy was the best word he could think of to describe this sensation. What was it that could produce so much heat?
The thick curtains flew open, and those wide purple eyes realized that they were nearly pressed against a muscular tanned chest. Sometime during the night, the pharaoh's arms became latched around his china doll replica. He wasn't sure if he should pull away from the still snoring king, or stay where he was in case of getting struck at.
"Yu Gi Oh, time to rise. We have many a court hearing to attend to today. Then, if we have time for it, we _must_ start planning for Heru Behutet. Yu Gi Oh, wake up!" Selene tried desperately to reach the ruler's ears. He seemed to merely grunt and nuzzle his face further into the tresses of the new slave.
Both of the bed's occupants gasped when the blanket was ripped off, feeling the cold air hit them in a violent wave. Instead of moving, though, the morning star held on tighter the only warmth left, his smaller duplicate.
"Oh, for the love of Isis!" Selene cried in exasperation. "I know your up, pharaoh, now MOVE!"
No response.
No problem.
The silver haired woman grabbed hold of her king's ankle and pulled. Now his eyes shot open, dragging with him the young slave. Of course, he just fell off the end of the bed onto the pile of blankets on the floor with a big 'OOF!', the slave on top of him. His duplicate laughed when Yu Gi Oh pulled the tangle of blankets over his head.
"All right, that's it, you asked for it this time, god among men."
Yu Gi Oh looked wildly around when he felt his body leave solid ground. The advisor slash sorceress levitated him about four feet into the air, flipping him upside down.
"Selene, put me down!"
"Oh, no, not this time. I told you that you asked for it."
The young slave watched bewildered as the two left and entered into the door leading to the bathing room and heard a splash, followed by the unmistakable scream of the Pharaoh of Thebes.
"T-this is f-freezing!!"
The woman in the wash room laughed. "Maybe next time you'll get up when you're told!"
It wasn't long until the two entered again, many grumbles later, wet hair and new clothes for the day in hand. The slave watched curiously as Selene helped the king to get ready for the day, chatting about their schedule. She applied that thick eye makeup to his face and fixed his gold head band with the eye of Horus on it just right.
"Heru Behutet you said?"
"That's right. Preparations for the Mesore started last night."
"Gods, I hate this time of year."
"Oh, it won't be that bad. Aeyeta seems to have a real knack for planning this stuff. We'll have a bit more time on our hands, this time."
"Was a falcon found for the sacrifice?"
"It was either that or a hawk. I think the priests found one. We'll have to check with Seth."
The king shuddered. "How fun."
What where they talking about? Heru Behutet? Mesore? What is that? "What's 'Heru Behutet?' And 'Mesore'?" the slave asked.
"The great festival that we hold ever year. Mesore is the first day of it, where a falcon or hawk is sacrificed to Horus to ensure a good growing season and a good harvest come fall time. It's really a lot of fun, the different activities that are planned," Selene filled in.
"Are you doing the opening dance this year again?" Yu Gi Oh grinned. Selene glared. "I guess that I don't have too much of a choice, now, do I?"
The king chuckled.
"Aeyeta will be in here shortly with some breakfast for you, little love. The pharaoh must have his meals with his advisors everyday. I'll be back in later to give you a tour around the palace." Those blue gray eyes looked at the young one kindly, and he nodded. He could hear Yu Gi Oh ask her a question as they left.
"Any shadow games, today?"
"No, no time. Tomorrow there might be some, if the festival schedules don't go on too dreadfully long. . ." her voice drifted down the hall, and out of reach.
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Well, the same thing happened that night. And the night after that, and the night after that. The pharaoh would come in after his swordsman practice, sweaty and tired, take a bath and go to bed without hardly a word to the new slave. Yu Gi Oh figured that if he could somehow avoid conversation, he would stop it from leading to other things. Like taking advantage of something so much smaller than him. Of course, Selene would find them a finger's width closer every morning.
It was driving her and Jade crazy.
Selene battered her head against a wall, kicking vigorously with her foot at the same time.
"Don't hurt the wall, dear. Your head is thicker than you think."
She growled, choosing not to respond to that statement. "Gods, our pharaoh is so damned stubborn! He's driving me insane! That poor boy, he's barely even talked to him, beyond civil conversation. He's turned into a glorified bed warmer!" She proceeded to hit her head against the wall again. Then finally loosing the stamina to do that any more, slumped onto the floor. "Key to my heart, what are we going to do?"
"Love of my life, we have been looking every where for the answer. Maybe it's time that we let the answer come to us."
Selene buried her head in her hands.
"Hey, look what I found!"
"Huh?" Selene looked up to see a dark blue bottle of. . .something, pushed in front of her face.
"What is it?"
Aeyeta smiled. "I bought if off of some peddler down in the market today. He said that it's wine from the land of milk and honey."
"Jerusalem?" Jade asked.
Selene took the bottle and looked at it incredulously. "Isn't wine bought down in the harbor from the trade ships?"
Aeyeta shrugged. "It was at a decent price. I figured why not?"
"What kind of wine is it?"
"Not sure."
"Well, instead of talking about it, why don't we open it up and try it?" All three looked up to see Yu Gi Oh standing next to Kekeweht. Selene shrugged, handing the bottle to Jade. "Why not?"
The Greek popped the cork open, pouring a glass for each person. Kekeweht sat at the table in the center of the room, smelling the bouquet of the deep purple substance. He nearly choked. "This stuff stinks!!"
Selene said the same. The pharaoh decided to be the brave one and try it. Nearly suffocating on his own tongue, he managed to swallow it. "I think the flavor is worse. What is this stuff?"
Selene held her glass up to her face while reaching for the bottle. Upon looking at the fine print on the label, she spit out the substance. Not because of the flavor, but because of what she read.
"Aeyeta, you don't read Aramaic, do you?"
"No, why?"
Selene nearly burst out laughing, while Jade started rolling on the floor after his inspection. "It, it says: "Caution. Aphrodisiac. Suggested dose, one spoon full." Now she couldn't help but laugh, while the blood drained from the king's face.
"And how much did you have, dear heart? Five or six?"
Kekeweht caught on, in as much hysterics as Jade.
Selene got up and kissed the apprentice on the forehead. "My good friend, I thank you for not being able to read the language." She collapsed on the floor with violent laughter.
"Oh, no. This is not good. I-I can't go back to my room! I've had to bite nails to keep myself under control for the past week! What am I going to do now?" Yu Gi Oh was in a mixture of rage, confusion, and a violent blush. He got no response out of the hysterical group.
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The young slave looked at the chamber door as it opened, expecting to see as usual an exhausted ruler covered in sweat. It made him nuts how he some how knew, deep down, that he wouldn't be able to do anything else but sleep next to it.
Tonight was different, though.
The pharaoh's deep purple eyes looked at him intently from the doorway, covered in a haze that the slave didn't recognize. At least, not yet, anyway.
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Silver Lily: Ooh, cliffie!!! HEHEHEHEH!!! R&R!!! *sing song voice*
Jade: I think all of these fan fictions are going to her head.
Yami Yugi: Tread carefully, any who actually decide to read this. You might be permanently damaged.
Silver Lily: I really don't think he's joking, either. *talks to self* GO COOL RUNNINGS!!!! *cheers*
Jade: *quirks eyebrow* Something is seriously wrong. . .
Silver Lily: *giggles* Enjoy the fic!!!!
Sunstone
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Take me by the hand, take me somewhere new. I don't know who you are, but I'm with you.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The young slave gazed warily at the room's new occupant. His face was in the shadowy recesses of the entrance, but his body was illuminated by the glow of the setting sun. A sense of mystery added, not being able to see his eyes.
He really didn't want to, but the slave couldn't help but stare at the moisture covered body. The pharaoh's flesh was flushed and bright with color, newly developed muscles moving under his skin. His sculpted chest was heaving slightly with un-normally heavy breaths. The wind was sucked out of the young slave, a strange feeling taking hold.
Yu Gi Oh, on the other hand, was starring at some sort of painted doll sitting on his bed. Wide eyes, pools of bliss ignorance and yet wise caution looked at him like a frightened bird. The morning star could practically see his tiny replica flittering away. He advanced slowly, and the young slave withdrew to himself on instinct. The pharaoh stopped, a questioning gaze ingrained in his eyes.
"Selene said you wouldn't hurt me," a sweet voice spoke, barely above a whisper.
"Selene has never lied, in all of the time that I have known her."
"She said that you were really nice."
Yu Gi Oh chuckled. "She has a high opinion of me."
The little one on the bed cocked his head to the side at the reply, but said nothing. The king of Thebes walked over to a table at the other end of the room, reaching a basin full of warm water. He washed his face clean of the formal make up that he had to wear every day. The glare from Re-Atum could be bad even for him.
"Are you my new master," the voice reached out to his ears. The king turned around and frowned, pouring himself a glass of wine. "My name is Yu Gi Oh, master isn't necessary." Of course it was tradition, but it didn't mean that he liked the tittle any more. In fact, he practically loathed its use.
"I'm going to take a bath, little one. I won't be long." And with that the taller one of the room retreated through a door adjoining the chambers.
True to his word, he wasn't long, back before the Eye had even completely set. The wide violet eyes tried to focus themselves else where when the glistening body came back out, the candle light playing tricks on the deliciously tanned skin.
"I suppose that most of your nights were spent pretty cold, weren't they?"
The slave nodded silently.
"I promise that you won't be cold anymore." The pharaoh advanced to the side of the bed, deep purple eyes starring wildly at the tall figure. What was he going to do? The slave remembered quite well those few nights when the slave drivers would advance on him. The only reason that he was never touched was because of one of the men, some one named Honda, always stepped up and protected him. Said that he was far too young to touch. Whatever the excuse, he was grateful.
He scooted further on the bed, falling into the depths of the feather pillows. "It's all right, little one. You've been told I wouldn't hurt you, and I won't. I'm just very tired, and desperately need some sleep. The Egyptian night is usually warmer when spent next to someone, maybe the both of us won't be so cold anymore." And with that, the pharaoh slipped under the covers and closed his eyes. He was right. He didn't seem to even want to touch his shorter version.
'So this is it', the slave thought. 'I get the be the pharaoh's personal bed warmer. Oh well, better than the whip.' He slipped in along side of his taller look alike and went into a much needed sleep.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The slave woke up the next morning at the sound of the chamber doors creaking open. The curtains had graciously kept out the obtrusive light of the rising Eye, allowing the two to sleep longer. My, it was so warm. Cozy was the best word he could think of to describe this sensation. What was it that could produce so much heat?
The thick curtains flew open, and those wide purple eyes realized that they were nearly pressed against a muscular tanned chest. Sometime during the night, the pharaoh's arms became latched around his china doll replica. He wasn't sure if he should pull away from the still snoring king, or stay where he was in case of getting struck at.
"Yu Gi Oh, time to rise. We have many a court hearing to attend to today. Then, if we have time for it, we _must_ start planning for Heru Behutet. Yu Gi Oh, wake up!" Selene tried desperately to reach the ruler's ears. He seemed to merely grunt and nuzzle his face further into the tresses of the new slave.
Both of the bed's occupants gasped when the blanket was ripped off, feeling the cold air hit them in a violent wave. Instead of moving, though, the morning star held on tighter the only warmth left, his smaller duplicate.
"Oh, for the love of Isis!" Selene cried in exasperation. "I know your up, pharaoh, now MOVE!"
No response.
No problem.
The silver haired woman grabbed hold of her king's ankle and pulled. Now his eyes shot open, dragging with him the young slave. Of course, he just fell off the end of the bed onto the pile of blankets on the floor with a big 'OOF!', the slave on top of him. His duplicate laughed when Yu Gi Oh pulled the tangle of blankets over his head.
"All right, that's it, you asked for it this time, god among men."
Yu Gi Oh looked wildly around when he felt his body leave solid ground. The advisor slash sorceress levitated him about four feet into the air, flipping him upside down.
"Selene, put me down!"
"Oh, no, not this time. I told you that you asked for it."
The young slave watched bewildered as the two left and entered into the door leading to the bathing room and heard a splash, followed by the unmistakable scream of the Pharaoh of Thebes.
"T-this is f-freezing!!"
The woman in the wash room laughed. "Maybe next time you'll get up when you're told!"
It wasn't long until the two entered again, many grumbles later, wet hair and new clothes for the day in hand. The slave watched curiously as Selene helped the king to get ready for the day, chatting about their schedule. She applied that thick eye makeup to his face and fixed his gold head band with the eye of Horus on it just right.
"Heru Behutet you said?"
"That's right. Preparations for the Mesore started last night."
"Gods, I hate this time of year."
"Oh, it won't be that bad. Aeyeta seems to have a real knack for planning this stuff. We'll have a bit more time on our hands, this time."
"Was a falcon found for the sacrifice?"
"It was either that or a hawk. I think the priests found one. We'll have to check with Seth."
The king shuddered. "How fun."
What where they talking about? Heru Behutet? Mesore? What is that? "What's 'Heru Behutet?' And 'Mesore'?" the slave asked.
"The great festival that we hold ever year. Mesore is the first day of it, where a falcon or hawk is sacrificed to Horus to ensure a good growing season and a good harvest come fall time. It's really a lot of fun, the different activities that are planned," Selene filled in.
"Are you doing the opening dance this year again?" Yu Gi Oh grinned. Selene glared. "I guess that I don't have too much of a choice, now, do I?"
The king chuckled.
"Aeyeta will be in here shortly with some breakfast for you, little love. The pharaoh must have his meals with his advisors everyday. I'll be back in later to give you a tour around the palace." Those blue gray eyes looked at the young one kindly, and he nodded. He could hear Yu Gi Oh ask her a question as they left.
"Any shadow games, today?"
"No, no time. Tomorrow there might be some, if the festival schedules don't go on too dreadfully long. . ." her voice drifted down the hall, and out of reach.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Well, the same thing happened that night. And the night after that, and the night after that. The pharaoh would come in after his swordsman practice, sweaty and tired, take a bath and go to bed without hardly a word to the new slave. Yu Gi Oh figured that if he could somehow avoid conversation, he would stop it from leading to other things. Like taking advantage of something so much smaller than him. Of course, Selene would find them a finger's width closer every morning.
It was driving her and Jade crazy.
Selene battered her head against a wall, kicking vigorously with her foot at the same time.
"Don't hurt the wall, dear. Your head is thicker than you think."
She growled, choosing not to respond to that statement. "Gods, our pharaoh is so damned stubborn! He's driving me insane! That poor boy, he's barely even talked to him, beyond civil conversation. He's turned into a glorified bed warmer!" She proceeded to hit her head against the wall again. Then finally loosing the stamina to do that any more, slumped onto the floor. "Key to my heart, what are we going to do?"
"Love of my life, we have been looking every where for the answer. Maybe it's time that we let the answer come to us."
Selene buried her head in her hands.
"Hey, look what I found!"
"Huh?" Selene looked up to see a dark blue bottle of. . .something, pushed in front of her face.
"What is it?"
Aeyeta smiled. "I bought if off of some peddler down in the market today. He said that it's wine from the land of milk and honey."
"Jerusalem?" Jade asked.
Selene took the bottle and looked at it incredulously. "Isn't wine bought down in the harbor from the trade ships?"
Aeyeta shrugged. "It was at a decent price. I figured why not?"
"What kind of wine is it?"
"Not sure."
"Well, instead of talking about it, why don't we open it up and try it?" All three looked up to see Yu Gi Oh standing next to Kekeweht. Selene shrugged, handing the bottle to Jade. "Why not?"
The Greek popped the cork open, pouring a glass for each person. Kekeweht sat at the table in the center of the room, smelling the bouquet of the deep purple substance. He nearly choked. "This stuff stinks!!"
Selene said the same. The pharaoh decided to be the brave one and try it. Nearly suffocating on his own tongue, he managed to swallow it. "I think the flavor is worse. What is this stuff?"
Selene held her glass up to her face while reaching for the bottle. Upon looking at the fine print on the label, she spit out the substance. Not because of the flavor, but because of what she read.
"Aeyeta, you don't read Aramaic, do you?"
"No, why?"
Selene nearly burst out laughing, while Jade started rolling on the floor after his inspection. "It, it says: "Caution. Aphrodisiac. Suggested dose, one spoon full." Now she couldn't help but laugh, while the blood drained from the king's face.
"And how much did you have, dear heart? Five or six?"
Kekeweht caught on, in as much hysterics as Jade.
Selene got up and kissed the apprentice on the forehead. "My good friend, I thank you for not being able to read the language." She collapsed on the floor with violent laughter.
"Oh, no. This is not good. I-I can't go back to my room! I've had to bite nails to keep myself under control for the past week! What am I going to do now?" Yu Gi Oh was in a mixture of rage, confusion, and a violent blush. He got no response out of the hysterical group.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The young slave looked at the chamber door as it opened, expecting to see as usual an exhausted ruler covered in sweat. It made him nuts how he some how knew, deep down, that he wouldn't be able to do anything else but sleep next to it.
Tonight was different, though.
The pharaoh's deep purple eyes looked at him intently from the doorway, covered in a haze that the slave didn't recognize. At least, not yet, anyway.
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Silver Lily: Ooh, cliffie!!! HEHEHEHEH!!! R&R!!! *sing song voice*