Shesepankh Chapter Three

"Kkw! Kkw!" Heba shouted as he climbed up on his bed and started bouncing on the poor spirit.

"NNnnnnnnnn," was his only reply as he shifted.

"Kkw! Nhs pri!" Heba said and shook him.

"Heba. Pri hsi r nqdd," he grumbled and pulled his pillow over his head.

Heba frowned, and sat on top of the spirt and started bouncing.

"Nhs pri!"

Kkw rolled over so Heba would fall to the floor, and he scrambled back up, frowning, with a cute little pout on his lips. He glared at Kkw, and just continued glaring. Soon Kkw drifted fully sleep and Heba poked him. No reaction. A smile formed on his lips and took a deep breath.

"NHS PRI!" he screamed in his ear.

Kkw bolted up and in reflex, sent out a powerful beam of magic that exploded in front of the door. The doors burst open and a yelp was heard on the other side. Heba blinked, and slowly walked through the dust and gasped.

"Abba!" he cried out, and ran to his unconsious father's side.

Kkw leaped out of bed and poked his head out of the room, and stared as he stared at the sprawled Pr-r3.

"Oh Ra."

'Is he dead?'

He slowly moved towards the Pr-r3 and pressed two fingers on the side of his neck.

'TAw. Bw-nfr.'

He looked back down at Yugi, feeling a bit guilty at his action, and received a water eyed glance back.

"Is he okay?" he sniffed.

"He's alive, just knocked unconsious," Kkw answered, like it was no big deal, and scooped the Peraa up and layed him on the bed.

As he arranged the pillows and sheets, a knock on the door was heard and Kkw immeditately paniced and dived under the bed.

"Pr-r3? Tw nttn im?"

Kkw stayed silent, as did Heba, and another knock was heard on the door.

"Pr-r3? If you are hiding from us with Prince Heba again, I'll be forced to enter."

Kkw paniced. If this person found out that the Peraa was unconsious...it could cause problems. He cleared his throat and took a chance.

"I am here."

"Ah, Pr-r3-i. Your meeting is waiting."

"My meeting?" Kkw asked dumbly.

"Pr-r3-i? Have you forgotten the meeting of an exicution?"

"Er...no, of course not. Give me a couple of minutes and I shall be with you in a moment."

"Very well Pr-r3," the man mumured and Kkw waited till the footsteps were gone. "Ack! Heba! Help me!"

Heba hurried from his Abba's side, and started instructing Kkw in what his father usually wore when he went out for a meeting.

"Are you sure?"

"Tou!"

"Alright, I'm going to be trusting you, alright?"

Heba nodded, with a big grin on his face. Kkw still had doubts.

~*~

'God damn it!' he cursed as he almost tripped.

He grumbled a string of colorful language as he smoothed his kilt, or in other words, a skirt, down the hall way. The jewls he wore became in his way constantly, and the tiara with the Eye of Horus was continuously slipping into his eyes. The saddles made his walk clumsy, and hated the feel of make up on his face.

'What kind of retard would wear make up and a skirt?' he scowled as he continued to hurry, and trip.

Heba strode along side him, on Kkw's personal request. Mostly to help him if he became in a tight spot.

"Are you absolutely sure this is how your father dresses?" he asked for the upteenth time.

"Tou."

"Well, he's insane."

Heba didn't answer, but did give a glare that surprised him immensly. Finally, he reached the door to the throne and was opened by two guards, who also bowed their heads in respect. The room fell silent as Kkw strode inside and took his place on the throne, sitting straight and glaring down at everyone around him. He made himself seem that he had authority over everything and a look that said 'if you don't do as I say I shall kill you on the spot.' But inside he was nervous. If anyone suspected one thing wrong, he would be gone. His worry broke, as he felt something sqeeze his arm and turned to see Heba standing at his side.

"Eh...my Pr-r3, I don't think it's wise that someone so young should be...present for todays meeting," said an elderly priest with a small beard, and a golden eye in his left socket, as he frowned down at little Heba.

"And why not?" Kkw hissed, glaring down at the shrinking advisor.

"Well...it is an execution and..."

"Enough! The heir to Kemet should be able to be used to witnessing such things. You understand me...what is your name?"

"Tou...tou great Pr-r3," he stammered, but then looked up with confusion. "Pr-r3? Don't you remember me? I am Priest Aknadean."

"Tou...must have slipped my mind."

Priest Aknadean nodded, but Kkw overheard him mutter, 'I knew the Pr- r3 was to young to take over his father's place.' Kkw chose to ignore him. He stiffly pulled his eyes away and nodded at the two guards. The guards both opened the door and a struggling boy was brough in. He was a young one, with a head of golden hair, light skin and honey brown eyes. He wore a filthy garb, and Kkw assumed him being a peasent.

"Get off a me!" he shouted. "I did nothing wrong so get your damn hands off of me!"

The guards only tightened their grip, and forced him to kneel before Kkw.

"Pharaoh, we found this boy stealing in the market, and injuring royal guards along with insulting the you. The punishment, exicution."

Kkw stared at the struggling boy, who only glared back at him with rage, and hatred. He was lost in thought in what to do. He could just kill him and be done with it, but what if the Pr-r3 was kind? Then it would seem really suspicous in the sudden change. But if he let him go, what if the Pr-r3 was evil, and then that would seem suspicous too.

'Arg! What am I to do?'

His thoughts shattered as he heard movement from his side, and glanced down to see Heba slowly moving towards the boy and kneeling before him.

"Can you please let go of him?" Heba asked.

The guards removed their grips and slowly backed away.

"Are you alright?"

The boy looked up at Heba, glaring fiercely.

"Do I look alright to you? I'm about to have my head cut off for fucked up sakes!"

Heba flinched.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry! HOW CAN YOU BE SORRY WHEN I'VE SUFFERED SO MUCH AND YOU LIVE IN THE LIFE ON LUXERY!?"

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry? It was because of you filthy Egyptian's that my mother is gone and..."

"You knew your mother?" Heba asked curiously.

The scrowl on the boy's face melted into confusion.

"Yeah, don't you?"

Heba shook his head.

"She's gone. I never knew her. I wonder if she was nice."

"Siblings?"

"Uh, huh. Fifty all together."

"Holy shit! Your father's been busy!"

Heba only shrugged.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Katsuya Jounouchi."

"I'm Heba Mutou."

"Hey, for an Egyptian, you ain't that bad."

"What are you?"

"Huh?"

"If you aren't Egyptian then what are you?"

"I'm...He...brew," he muttered and winced, waiting for the boy to shun him.

"What's it like being a Hebrew?"

Jounouchi's eyes snapped open and stared.

"W...what?"

"What it like being a Hebrew?"

"Not bad, yet not good."

"Oh," Heba said sympathetically.

Kkw smiled. It seemed that Jounouchi and Heba were getting along quite well, and Heba didn't really have a lot of friends...well...except for him, but that was only temporary. He cleared his throat and eyes fell on him.

"Katsuya Jounouchi," he said and he slowly stood. "Do you have any parents that are alive?"

"Naw. My mom's dead, and my Pop don't give a shit about me, and...I don't know where my sister is. Everyone's gone."

Kkw considered this, and took a deep breath.

"Jounouchi, put your hand on the scarab. Good, now kneel. Now repeat after me. I solomnly swear that I shall do no harm to my new family that reside in the palace of Kemet."

"I, Katsuya Jounouchi, solomnly swear that I shall do no harm to my new fa...mi...ly...wha...?"

"Finish it."

"That reside in the palace of Kemet. What? You mean...?"

Kkw stood and decended down the stairs and pulled Jounouchi back up.

"Yes, my son."

Shock spread through the advisors and people, and all mumured to each other.

"A Hebrew? Adopted by the Pharaoh?" they whispered.

Aknadean stepped forward, eyes wide.

"But my Pr-r3. He is Hebrew..."

"Do you think I care? He will live as a Prince from now on, and he will be sharing a room with Heba. If you both don't mind..."

Both looked at each other and grinned.

"Thought so. Now, you are all dismissed. I...have some buisness. Jounouchi, Heba, go play outside."

Everyone from the room left and Kkw pulled himself up and disappeared down the hall.

~*~

Once Kkw was back inside Heba's room, he lifted the hair from his neck and pressed two fingers on a tatoo of the Eye of Horus, and it glowed bright yellow, before fading back to black. In minutes, Shadi appeared from the floor, and once he settled on the stone floor, he looked at Kkw questionabely.

"Why do you summon me Sekhmet?" he asked.

"I need the Key."

"The Ank is a powerful object."

"Please Master. I swear I will do nothing dangerous with it. All I need to do is talk to the Pr-r3's soul. Please," he begged and collapsed to his knees, forehead touching the cool stone.

"Be swift," was his answer, and the Ank was handed to him. "But I shall watch, to see if your intention is true."

Kkw slowly drew himself beside the Pr-r3 and pressed the end of it to his forehead. Slowly he was pulled into the Pr-r3's mind.

~*~

Once he landed, he was looking into a room that was filled with...faces. One was a woman with a short hair style and smiled, showing white teeth. They were everywhere, even dolls, statues, and beautifully panted artifacts.

'He must really be obsessed with her,' he thought, then turned to be face to face with a picture of Heba. 'Woah! Okay, now why is his mind filled with a woman and Heba?'

"Hey! Who are you? And what are you doing here?" came a deep voice, and Kkw's eyes widened.

The voice sounded just like his! He turned slowly and came face to face with the Pr-r3. The Pr-r3 was about his height, with the same eyes, except his were crimson, and his almost double was violet. Just like Heba's. They both wore the same outfit and both possessed the same hair style. It was scary, yet amazing.

"Who are you? And why do you look like me?" the Pr-r3 demanded again.

"Listen, I am...am...the son of Ra!" he blurted out.

"Son...of Ra?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Tou. I'm the one of the many son's of Ra. And have come from him himself. There is a boy who is Hebrew, and without parents. You shall adopt him."

"But...I can't adopt a Hebrew. It will digrase my honor!" he protested.

Kkw sighed, and his eyes adverted to the picture of Heba, and formed an idea.

"Heba, is alone. He barely has any friends. He shall be a perfect companion."

"But..."

"Heba wants this."

That stopped the Pharaoh.

"Heba...want's it? Well...if he wants it, I can't refuse," he said, and glanced at the woman and Heba sadly. "After my beloved wife died, he was all I had left."

"But you have fifty other wives," Yami protested.

"No, twenty, I have fifty children in all. My advisors arranged so many marriages that I couldn't refuse, but all I wanted was to live together with my her and Heba."

"She was your first?" Kkw asked.

"No, she was my twentith. I can't believe it took this much time to find the right one," he said sadly and placed a hand on the woman's portrait.

Kkw nodded in understanding, and slowly faded from the Pharaoh's mind, leaving him to start remising about his wife and child.

~*~

Kkw appeared back into the room, and presented the Ank back to Shadi.

"Sekhmet, you have been seen again by a mortal," Shadi said with pursed lips.

"Ah, but Master Shadi, the rules say that they can not discover my identity. If they believe me to be something else or another, I am perfectly far from breaking the rules."

Shadi was quiet, then smiled.

"I knew you were strong in the mind," he mumured and bright lights lit up everywhere.

Once they faded, he was gone. Kkw took a deep breath, but froze as the Pharaoh started stirring, and dived into the closet.

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Translations: (I'm trying not to be lazy any more)

Pr-r3 - Pharaoh

Nhs pri - Wake up

Abba - Father

Pri hsi r nqdd - Go back to sleep.

TAw - breath

Bw-nfr - Good

Tw nttn im - are you here?

-i - my

I think that's all. Bye! Review! Please!