The ninth chapter! ! ! I've been waiting for this moment: a real breaking
point in the fic! Oh, and KiddiChi, I promise Yami isn't a bad guy. He's
just enforcing the rules. Hey? What can I say? It's his job.
"Sapphire?" Seth as quietly, walking into her room.
"Come in," she called. She didn't sound agitated; just scared.
"I have something for you. I think it might help you packing," he said. "It's a shoulder bag, dyed white. I was impressed by the beadwork and hoped you would like it," he said, holding out the prettiest bag she had ever seen in her life. He was right; the beadwork was too intricate for words.
"It's so pretty," she said, smiling at him. His stomach flipped. *She* was so pretty when she grinned like that.
"I mean, hey. I couldn't let you carry all your new silk palace gowns in a tattered bag like that, could I?" he said shrugging.
A/N: Since Seth is an animae character, in the show he would have symbols indicating emotion. Right now, he would have his hand behind his head (you know what I'm talking about) and an enormous sweat drop would be next to his face.
She just smiled again and begun packing.
"Since it will just be the two of us and the horse we'll ride, I suggest you carry only what you can carry comfortably on your shoulder," he added as he left.
"I see," she replied. "I understand."
He walked back to his room and pulled the sheet back behind him. He took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror.
"Seth, you can do this," he said. His stomach was still in his throat. This wasn't going to be easy. He pulled a few simple robes out and one palace robe and threw them into his bag. He pulled out a few other miscellaneous articles of clothing. Finally he took a few small things that had belonged to his parents and added them between the clothes so that they wouldn't get broken. 'I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be,' he thought, stepping out of his room. Sapphire was already packed and in the kitchen.
"How long do you expect us to stay at the secret palace?" she asked.
"I'd say five days maximum. I honestly don't where we'll go afterwards. I suppose we'll have to play it by ear," he said truthfully.
"I see. I'll prepare food for six days, because I imagine we'll need to eat on the journeys also," she said.
"Good thinking. I agree," he said, putting his arm around her shoulders. "Can I do anything to help?"
"Just wait for a minute or two. I think I can handle it," she said, giving him a grateful look none the less.
"That's fine. I'll get a bag to put the food in," he replied, getting a cloth satchel.
They loaded up, and with a final look into each other's eyes, they nodded and walked out the door. They left the lights on to just incase any suspicions arose. They had both dressed in simple brown hooded robes to travel. They pulled the hoods up and crept through the darkness.
"What happens if someone catches on to us?" Sapphire whispered. Seth smirked and reached to his belt. He pulled out a knife. This wasn't just any knife. It was as long as her arm. The edge was so sharp that the moonlight reflection caused it to almost glow.
"That's what'll happen," he whispered back with a sneer. She smirked back and kissed him on the cheek. They neared the stable. Seth walked in silently and stopped outside one stable door.
"Do you have a hairpin?" he asked through the darkness. She nodded and stepped forward. Within a few seconds, she heard a click. Seth opened the door and stepped up to the greatest stallion that she had ever seen. He blended into the dark desert night.
"His name is Storm," Seth smiled. He reached up and calmed him. Throwing on a saddle, he led Storm out into the dark. When they left the stable, Seth knelt down next to the horse and held out his hand.
"Ladies first," he smiled. She swung up to sit on Storm's back, ignoring Seth's gesture of assistance. After she was comfortably seated, he swung up behind her.
"This horse is property of the Pharaoh, that's why I had to pick the lock." Seeing her horrified glance, he continued. "No one in Egypt rides horses. It's a Trojan tradition. Come to think of it, I didn't expect you to be as comfortable as you are." She smiled.
"I didn't come from Egypt, as you well know. I came from a distant land. It's common knowledge there, but not usually for girls. My brother taught me," she said.
After a few miles, they started to relax. They had Storm slow his pace. She leaned into him and the steady beat of Storm's hooves began to lull her to sleep. Suddenly, she was awoken with a start. More hoof beats sounded behind them. Many more. They started distant, but became louder.
"Seth, what's going on?" she said in a loud and fearful whisper. As she looked up, she saw Seth's face. It was startlingly pale; all the color had drained from it.
"It's the pharaoh's army. They're on to us," he whispered. "Get ready to hold on tight."
"Sapphire?" Seth as quietly, walking into her room.
"Come in," she called. She didn't sound agitated; just scared.
"I have something for you. I think it might help you packing," he said. "It's a shoulder bag, dyed white. I was impressed by the beadwork and hoped you would like it," he said, holding out the prettiest bag she had ever seen in her life. He was right; the beadwork was too intricate for words.
"It's so pretty," she said, smiling at him. His stomach flipped. *She* was so pretty when she grinned like that.
"I mean, hey. I couldn't let you carry all your new silk palace gowns in a tattered bag like that, could I?" he said shrugging.
A/N: Since Seth is an animae character, in the show he would have symbols indicating emotion. Right now, he would have his hand behind his head (you know what I'm talking about) and an enormous sweat drop would be next to his face.
She just smiled again and begun packing.
"Since it will just be the two of us and the horse we'll ride, I suggest you carry only what you can carry comfortably on your shoulder," he added as he left.
"I see," she replied. "I understand."
He walked back to his room and pulled the sheet back behind him. He took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror.
"Seth, you can do this," he said. His stomach was still in his throat. This wasn't going to be easy. He pulled a few simple robes out and one palace robe and threw them into his bag. He pulled out a few other miscellaneous articles of clothing. Finally he took a few small things that had belonged to his parents and added them between the clothes so that they wouldn't get broken. 'I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be,' he thought, stepping out of his room. Sapphire was already packed and in the kitchen.
"How long do you expect us to stay at the secret palace?" she asked.
"I'd say five days maximum. I honestly don't where we'll go afterwards. I suppose we'll have to play it by ear," he said truthfully.
"I see. I'll prepare food for six days, because I imagine we'll need to eat on the journeys also," she said.
"Good thinking. I agree," he said, putting his arm around her shoulders. "Can I do anything to help?"
"Just wait for a minute or two. I think I can handle it," she said, giving him a grateful look none the less.
"That's fine. I'll get a bag to put the food in," he replied, getting a cloth satchel.
They loaded up, and with a final look into each other's eyes, they nodded and walked out the door. They left the lights on to just incase any suspicions arose. They had both dressed in simple brown hooded robes to travel. They pulled the hoods up and crept through the darkness.
"What happens if someone catches on to us?" Sapphire whispered. Seth smirked and reached to his belt. He pulled out a knife. This wasn't just any knife. It was as long as her arm. The edge was so sharp that the moonlight reflection caused it to almost glow.
"That's what'll happen," he whispered back with a sneer. She smirked back and kissed him on the cheek. They neared the stable. Seth walked in silently and stopped outside one stable door.
"Do you have a hairpin?" he asked through the darkness. She nodded and stepped forward. Within a few seconds, she heard a click. Seth opened the door and stepped up to the greatest stallion that she had ever seen. He blended into the dark desert night.
"His name is Storm," Seth smiled. He reached up and calmed him. Throwing on a saddle, he led Storm out into the dark. When they left the stable, Seth knelt down next to the horse and held out his hand.
"Ladies first," he smiled. She swung up to sit on Storm's back, ignoring Seth's gesture of assistance. After she was comfortably seated, he swung up behind her.
"This horse is property of the Pharaoh, that's why I had to pick the lock." Seeing her horrified glance, he continued. "No one in Egypt rides horses. It's a Trojan tradition. Come to think of it, I didn't expect you to be as comfortable as you are." She smiled.
"I didn't come from Egypt, as you well know. I came from a distant land. It's common knowledge there, but not usually for girls. My brother taught me," she said.
After a few miles, they started to relax. They had Storm slow his pace. She leaned into him and the steady beat of Storm's hooves began to lull her to sleep. Suddenly, she was awoken with a start. More hoof beats sounded behind them. Many more. They started distant, but became louder.
"Seth, what's going on?" she said in a loud and fearful whisper. As she looked up, she saw Seth's face. It was startlingly pale; all the color had drained from it.
"It's the pharaoh's army. They're on to us," he whispered. "Get ready to hold on tight."