Shesepankh
Chapter One
'Now thee shalt rest in peace,' mumured the fat priest as he bent over the dead youngth to place the cloth over him.
The Youngth was still, and very pale, with sweat still prespiring down his brow.
Blonde hair covered his scalp, and hung damply around his neck.
His skin was the usual cream colored and was dressed in a tattered night gown while ugly, swelling boils shone under his armpits and behind his neck.
People who had gathered to witness his funeral, morned for his parting.
Morned for another victim of the sickness.
But little do they all know that another was also watching.
Two to be exact.
~*~
A man stood in the shadows, as he watched the younger man sitting on a roughly made stool.
The man in the shadows was Shadi.
He wore a gown of white, with heavy gold circular earrings, and a turban wrapped tightly around his head.
Souless blue eyes kept watch over the young man as he watched the burial.
Once the dead boy was buried, the image disappeared and they both were in silence.
"Another failer," Shadi finally spoke with a shake of his head. "You have failed again."
The young man refused to look up, which caused Shadi to frown.
This man was looked to be in his twenties, and had a nice head of yellow hair, just like the dead boy.
He also wore a rough gown, the same the boy had worn.
Shadi slipped in front of the man and lifted his chin, but his brown eyes still refused to look up at him.
"Look at me," he commanded, and the young man was forced to.
Once their eyes locked, Shadi released his chin, and took a step back.
"This does not boud well, Sekhmet," Shadi said in his ominous voice. "You were suppose to protect him from any harm. You have failed, the boy is dead."
Sekhmet gritted his teeth.
"It wasn't my fault," he growled. "The Black Death was spreading, and nobody ever escaped it. You assigned me to be a Yami, not a healer."
"But your responsibility was to protect the boy until be died of old age. You let him waist away with the fever. Just like all your other aibous."
Sekhmet flinched, and turned his head away.
It was true.
Females did not do well for him, and he did not make a good impression on himself when he was assigned to a male.
Shadi sighed as he shook his head.
"Sekhmet, you have failed more times then I can keep track off, and that is quite a few. Anymore could result to me having you to be sent back."
At those words, Sekhmet snapped his head up and stared.
"No, please...."
"Sekhmet," Shadi said. "You are a tainted soul in which I had granted mercy upon from being eatten by Ammit, and you repay me with failer."
Sekhmet fell to his knees and kissed Shadi's hem.
"Please, great one, have mercy once more," he mumured desperately.
The desperate expression, softened the great one's heart, and grasped his arm, rising him.
"I shall, dear Sekhmet, but only this once. If you fail, I'll be forced to send you back, you understand?"
"Tou."
"Good. Now listen with care. You shall be in Epgyt, your homeland, there you will find your charge. You understand me?"
"Tou."
"If he dies before the age of old, I shall be forced to send you into Nun."
"I understand," Sekhmet whispered.
Shadi nodded, and pulled out a beutifully shapped neclace made of gold, and chanted.
The eye in the middle of the necklace glowed, and Sekhmet was forced to sheild his eyes.
In minutes, he felt himself being pulled and experienced an odd sensation as he was pulled through different times.
But he was used to it, since this was his millionth time in being pulled.
It wasn't till that a particular place lit up, and Sekhmet knew that this was his destination.
~*~
As he slowly opened his eyes, he found himself in a room of gold.
A huge feathered bed was to one side, while nicely cushioned chairs were placed in the middle of the room with a table.
A desk with littered papers was to the left, while a balcony with billowing drapes was before him.
He was a bit curious in what he looked like this time and was happy to find a mirror, and gazed at himself.
His nose wrinkled up at the image.
He looked...punk.
A hand traced over his hair that hated gravity and his long bangs that hung in his face.
His eyes were unique, and he actually like them.
He looked down at his garb and gave a low whistle as he saw the white sleevless shirt he wore, that was accompanied by a kilt down to his knees.
Gold adorned his neck, arms, while a tiara of a cobra and vulture laid upon his brow.
For now nothing was placed on his feet, but he didn't really mind.
He was a bit tired from his time traveling and settled himself in one of the chairs, waiting for his young charge to arrive.
It seemed like hours before he heard footsteps hurrying on the other side of the wall, and the huge golden door opened, but what he saw made him gap, as did his charge.
'Holy shit!' he swore, as he stared. 'Who does Shadi think I am? A fucking baby sitter!?'
There in the doorway was a boy of _five_!
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Mijikai: I hope this was good enough for some praise. I had this nagging in my mind so I decided to try out the first chapter. Though if you like it, you may have a while for the next, maybe, we'll see. It would be most appreciated if you would please review!
Please!
a/n: forgive me for spelling errors or grammer structure. I dont' have a spell checker.
'Now thee shalt rest in peace,' mumured the fat priest as he bent over the dead youngth to place the cloth over him.
The Youngth was still, and very pale, with sweat still prespiring down his brow.
Blonde hair covered his scalp, and hung damply around his neck.
His skin was the usual cream colored and was dressed in a tattered night gown while ugly, swelling boils shone under his armpits and behind his neck.
People who had gathered to witness his funeral, morned for his parting.
Morned for another victim of the sickness.
But little do they all know that another was also watching.
Two to be exact.
~*~
A man stood in the shadows, as he watched the younger man sitting on a roughly made stool.
The man in the shadows was Shadi.
He wore a gown of white, with heavy gold circular earrings, and a turban wrapped tightly around his head.
Souless blue eyes kept watch over the young man as he watched the burial.
Once the dead boy was buried, the image disappeared and they both were in silence.
"Another failer," Shadi finally spoke with a shake of his head. "You have failed again."
The young man refused to look up, which caused Shadi to frown.
This man was looked to be in his twenties, and had a nice head of yellow hair, just like the dead boy.
He also wore a rough gown, the same the boy had worn.
Shadi slipped in front of the man and lifted his chin, but his brown eyes still refused to look up at him.
"Look at me," he commanded, and the young man was forced to.
Once their eyes locked, Shadi released his chin, and took a step back.
"This does not boud well, Sekhmet," Shadi said in his ominous voice. "You were suppose to protect him from any harm. You have failed, the boy is dead."
Sekhmet gritted his teeth.
"It wasn't my fault," he growled. "The Black Death was spreading, and nobody ever escaped it. You assigned me to be a Yami, not a healer."
"But your responsibility was to protect the boy until be died of old age. You let him waist away with the fever. Just like all your other aibous."
Sekhmet flinched, and turned his head away.
It was true.
Females did not do well for him, and he did not make a good impression on himself when he was assigned to a male.
Shadi sighed as he shook his head.
"Sekhmet, you have failed more times then I can keep track off, and that is quite a few. Anymore could result to me having you to be sent back."
At those words, Sekhmet snapped his head up and stared.
"No, please...."
"Sekhmet," Shadi said. "You are a tainted soul in which I had granted mercy upon from being eatten by Ammit, and you repay me with failer."
Sekhmet fell to his knees and kissed Shadi's hem.
"Please, great one, have mercy once more," he mumured desperately.
The desperate expression, softened the great one's heart, and grasped his arm, rising him.
"I shall, dear Sekhmet, but only this once. If you fail, I'll be forced to send you back, you understand?"
"Tou."
"Good. Now listen with care. You shall be in Epgyt, your homeland, there you will find your charge. You understand me?"
"Tou."
"If he dies before the age of old, I shall be forced to send you into Nun."
"I understand," Sekhmet whispered.
Shadi nodded, and pulled out a beutifully shapped neclace made of gold, and chanted.
The eye in the middle of the necklace glowed, and Sekhmet was forced to sheild his eyes.
In minutes, he felt himself being pulled and experienced an odd sensation as he was pulled through different times.
But he was used to it, since this was his millionth time in being pulled.
It wasn't till that a particular place lit up, and Sekhmet knew that this was his destination.
~*~
As he slowly opened his eyes, he found himself in a room of gold.
A huge feathered bed was to one side, while nicely cushioned chairs were placed in the middle of the room with a table.
A desk with littered papers was to the left, while a balcony with billowing drapes was before him.
He was a bit curious in what he looked like this time and was happy to find a mirror, and gazed at himself.
His nose wrinkled up at the image.
He looked...punk.
A hand traced over his hair that hated gravity and his long bangs that hung in his face.
His eyes were unique, and he actually like them.
He looked down at his garb and gave a low whistle as he saw the white sleevless shirt he wore, that was accompanied by a kilt down to his knees.
Gold adorned his neck, arms, while a tiara of a cobra and vulture laid upon his brow.
For now nothing was placed on his feet, but he didn't really mind.
He was a bit tired from his time traveling and settled himself in one of the chairs, waiting for his young charge to arrive.
It seemed like hours before he heard footsteps hurrying on the other side of the wall, and the huge golden door opened, but what he saw made him gap, as did his charge.
'Holy shit!' he swore, as he stared. 'Who does Shadi think I am? A fucking baby sitter!?'
There in the doorway was a boy of _five_!
***************************************************************
Mijikai: I hope this was good enough for some praise. I had this nagging in my mind so I decided to try out the first chapter. Though if you like it, you may have a while for the next, maybe, we'll see. It would be most appreciated if you would please review!
Please!
a/n: forgive me for spelling errors or grammer structure. I dont' have a spell checker.
