Disclaimer: I don¡¯t own Yu gi oh. I don¡¯t¡¯ own Malik, or Ryou, or Yami, or Seto. I don¡¯t own anything except Ocs in this story, such as Sabni *shudders* and Ptahotep.
Summary: Malik is the adopted son of a priest, vowed not to have anything to do with sexual affairs.. Ryou is a seductive demon searching for an innocent prey to corrupt.. Well, let¡¯s say the inevitable happens. First Ancient Egyptian setting, then moves onto Post Battle City.
Rating: R for sexual content and violence in later chapters.
Pairing: Ryou x Malik [S x U] for current Ancient Egyptian setting. More pairings will be listed further.
Category: Romance/General
A/N: A fanfic challenge of spiderweb-san!
A/N 2: Ryou comes out here at last!! Yay! *victory dance*
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Uab Ba-k Am Neteru
By. Firemoon
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Chapter 4: Encounter with a Demon
¡°Your Majesty.¡±
A brown haired man, clad in blue and white, kneeled in front of the elaborate throne where a figure with tri-coloured hair was seated. The pharaoh Atemu-Yami [1], the Morning and Evening Star, Beloved of Ma¡¯at, Protector of Egypt, Chosen of the God of Light, Lord of the Two Lands [2], rested his chin on his hand, his crimson red eyes seemingly bored. He lazily gestured at the High Priest Seth to stand up, the beetle shaped gold ring with turquoise stone eyes glinting in the sunlight streaming through the open windows.
The blue-eyed High Priest of Annu [3] stood up stiffly, bowing deeply once more before making his statement. The golden rod, symbol that he is one of the close circle of people around the Pharaoh, also glinted brightly in the pouring sunlight.
¡°The borders to the Hittites are quite as the usual, and the Prince of Amurru will be sending precious ivories and other annual gifts for you as usual. I suspect that the offerings will be arriving around next month, providing that some odd Nubian savages do not attack the transporting carts like they did last year. I advise you to send some protective troops to escort the carts--¡±
Atemu-Yami, or Yami, as some of the people close to the youthful 19 year old Pharaoh [4] called him, barely resisted the urge to open his mouth and yawn loudly. The blue eyed, brown haired High Priest always managed to recite his daily report from heart, AND managing to make it sound almost as boring as his old tutor¡¯s arithmetic lessons. Seth ignored the obviously bored tri-colour haired Pharaoh, and continued on of his daily reporting stubbornly.
¡°Also, there had been a news from the High Priest of Karnak..¡±
¡°Karnak? Can we just skip that? You know it too, Karnak always sends some boring old news..¡±
¡°Your Majesty, this is important.¡±
Something in Seth¡¯s cold blue eyes made Yami hesitate. After a short second or two, Yami waved his hand once more in a sign to continue, and Seth coolly started once more.
¡°They had a young priest in training receive the traditional Karnak Vows.¡±
¡°A priest in training? You sure?¡±
¡°Quite sure, your Majesty.¡±
¡°But.. they haven¡¯t had an apprentice priest in almost 20 years!¡±
¡°17 years, to be precise.¡±
Seth corrected the young pharaoh with the usual annoyingly cool calm, and the tri-colour haied teenager sighed, frustrated. Sometimes he found Seth unbearably annoying and hateful, and this was the said sometime.
¡°But that¡¯s not what I had come to inform you about.¡±
¡°Than what is it?¡±
¡°It is the shape of the mark he had received.¡±
¡°What¡¯s wrong with his Ra-damned mark?¡±
Seth frowned; he never liked people to hold the name of the god he served so easily on their tongues, much less say his name in every oath [5] imaginable.
¡°It is said to be the shape of an ankh.¡±
¡°An ankh?¡±
Yami jumped up from the throne where he was previously sitting, meeting the gaze of the High Priest directly. Icy blue met and equally icy, but also hot, crimson. Seth¡¯s gaze did not waver. Yami stood there, breathing a little faster then normal. His mind was racing. Ankh? To a mere priest in training? This can¡¯t be! Yami calmed down after a minute or two, at least on outer appearance. On the surface, he was calm and composed as ever. Inside, he was seething like a volcano, agitated as a wounded lion.
¡°You are not to tell anyone of this, Seth. Nor does the priests of Karnak. Inform them of this. Understood?¡±
¡°Yes, your Majesty. I understand.¡±
¡°Swear it, by your ka, by your life and me, your pharaoh.¡±
The brown haired High Priest of Annu, City of Horus, Setherwemenef bowed respectfully, muttering the oath drawn up by the pharaoh earlier. He was thinking the whole while, about this mysterious priest in training and the reaction of the pharaoh. What was Yami planning?
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Setnakht moved easily through the crowd, his lithe and slender form weaving through the throng of people almost effortlessly. Almost. His hair was unbound from its usual thin leather cord, and the light caramel golden brown hair shone in the bright sunlight. The cloudy violet eyes darted excitedly from here to there, striving to take everything in all at once. The elegant, curling Vow Mark tattooed on his left jawline stood up prominently black against his soft mocha tanned skin.
He couldn¡¯t wait to see the things they sold in the stalls! He had always wanted to look at them closely, but Ptahotep, now nearing his fifties and getting impossibly slow, had always stopped him 100 out of 100, dragging the priest in training off back to the Temples in his strong, vice-like grip. But since now he was 16, nearing his seventeenth year, the elders had allowed him to go out alone at last. A delightful half-giggle, half-laughter escaped his lips as he looked around exitedly.
Then, that¡¯s when Setnakht spotted him.
He was leaning onto a beam of one of the stalls, arms casually folded in front of his pale alabaster chest and eyes closed as if sleeping. The dark black hair was braided carefully into tiny thin little braids, and in between onyx beads were threaded into the braids, glinting in the sunlight as he moved his head slightly. A light jingling sound as the beads clicked against each other reached Setnakht¡¯s ears.
The pale skin was what fascinated the priest in training the most. It was quite a strange sight in these parts, in a boy. It was too hot and sun¡¯s rays too strong for anyone to not get tanned. His pale chest practically shone, even in a shaded area, and tied around his slender waist was a loincloth even whiter than the youth¡¯s skin, neatly arranged.
Then, the youth opened his eyes and looked straight at Setnakht, through the busily moving crowd of people. At him. Setnakht¡¯s breath hitched as he met the youth¡¯s stare. His eyes were.. strange. They were the most curious shade of silvery blue, and the long, curling black eyelashes and kohl eyeliner framed those mysterious depths perfectly.
They stared at each other for a long time, and finally the dark haired youth slowly smiled, his luscious pink lips curving up seductively. Then he was gone.
Setnakht blinked, confused. Where did he go? He looked around, but the pale skinned youth was nowhere in sight. Setnakht felt a compelling urge to just stand there, wait for the mysterious boy to come again, but he was running out of time fast. There were only a few more hours left until the golden haired priest in training had to go back to the Temples. He turned reluctantly, and hurried towards the nearest store, quite unaware of a pair of kohl-rimmed silvery blue eyes watching intently at his every move.
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Kashta chuckled lowly to himself, amused as he observed the lithe tanned youth in sandy golden loincloth weave through the crowd of densely packed people, his exquisite amethyst eyes shining brightly, the soft light brown curls swaying with every step, every breeze. He felt an immediate liking for the boy. So innocent, so... pure. Kashta loved to corrupt them, their innocence, their light tainted. He licked his lips absentmindedly. He would love to corrupt this little priest in training, and both of them would enjoy it.
Kashta shook his hair, the onyx beads glittering among his dark braids, and walked towards the direction of where the golden brown haired youth had gone. His mind was already working.
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¡°How could you?¡±
Setnakht looked decidedly guilty as he stood there, a thundering, angry Ptahotep looming above him darkly. The reason that the said gentle priest-scribe was so angry was because..
¡°How could you be an hour late to the daily ritual to Bastet?!¡±
¡°I.. I¡¯m so sorry Ptahotep sir.. I lost the track of time..¡±
¡°This is unacceptable, Setnakht.¡±
The dark skinned priest of Ptah crossed his arms, greenish blue eyes closed as he thought of a way to somehow punish the young boy in front of him. He opened his eyes finally, looking down at the nervous pair of lavender eyes.
¡°You will go to the temple of Bastet and scrub the area in front of her altar, to seek a pardon to your wrongdoing. Do not expect to sleep until you are done.¡±
Setnakht sighed, but picked up the rag and scented soap water obediently as it was handed to him. Ptahotep watched the golden brown haired priest in training slowly disappear towards the temple of Bastet, and sighed tiredly, already regretting his decision. The cat goddess¡¯s altar was quite wide, and the main hall vast. It would take Setnakht until early next morning to scrub the granite all by himself. But he couldn¡¯t take back his word now, if he wanted to flatten the boy¡¯s ego. Sighing once more, the dark skinned priest retired to his own room.
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Setnakht struggled to keep his eyes open, all the while scrubbing the smooth stone surface with the rag. He looked around, sighing. It was well over midnight, and he hadn¡¯t even finished half of it! Dusky lavender eyes half closed with sleep, Setnakht dipped the rag into the soap water once more. Then, a low chuckle reached his ears.
¡°Huh?¡±
The golden brown haired boy looked up, seemingly confused. The lavender eyes met silvery blue, and Setnakht gasped, seeing the boy from the market grinning lazily down at him from his place on the shoulder of the statue of the goddess. Setnakht quickly scrambled up, chucking the rag into the soapy water before glaring up at the dark haired boy.
¡°You! Get down from there this instant!¡±
Unfazed, the youth merely smiled, straightened up, and slid smoothly down the stone statue, the onyx beads clicking together. The white loincloth slid up slightly to reveal the flawless pale thighs, and Setnakht looked away, blushing heavily. The dark haired youth was standing in front of him the next moment, seemingly out of a thin air, and the lavender eyed priest in training took one step back, strangely conscious of the strange, alluring scent of the boy – honey and lotus.
¡°Yes?¡±
The pale skinned boy said with soothing, melodious voice, almost purring.
¡°Wha.. what are you doing here?¡±
The dark haired youth chuckled seductively, his hypnotizing silvery blue eyes darting up to meet the dusky lavender shade of Setnakht¡¯s.
¡°Why, can¡¯t an Egyptian come in to pray to the gods?¡±
¡°Well..¡±
Setnakht stammered; he found his thoughts slipping away from him like a handful of fine golden sand as the dark haired boy leaned down slightly, putting his hands on both his knees to look at the golden haired boy in the eye once more. The lustrous pink lips were slightly open, giving Setnakht a glimpse of pearly white teeth, the moist pink tongue. His kohl-rimmed silvery blue eyes were half closed, the dark eyeliner and long black eyelashes shadowing them to a dark blue-ish colour.
Setnakht blushed to his neck this time, as he inhaled the sweet scent of the boy. The dark haired boy cocked his head to the side, lips now grinning.
¡°But if I had displeased you, I would be glad to leave to win back your favour.¡±
And, with the faint clicking of his stone beads, he was gone. Only a glimpse of white loincloth and a pale hand was seen before the youth disappeared completely, and Setnakht shivered, feeling both cold and hot at the same time. His mind was crowded with questions. What was that? Who is he? Why is he...?
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[1] Reference from Lizeth-san¡¯s webpage/Spoilers. Thanks!
[2] Reference from Ramses saga by Christian Jacq. The ¡°Morning and Evening Star¡± from various movies/manga, and ¡°Lord of the Two Lands¡± a commonly used title of the Egyptian Pharaohs throughout the dynasties.
[3] Annu is Egyptian name for Heliopolis.
[4] Let¡¯s say that Yami¡¯s 19, cause I kinda need him to be around Setnakht and Kashta¡¯s age.. and I can¡¯t actually imagine a 25 year old Yami.. yet.
[5] this oath is as in swearing/profanity = oath thing. Ok?
Yay! Kashta is finally out! Love Kashta! *glomps him* Love Setnakht! *glomps the priest in training* Yeah.. *sweatdrops* For everyone who loves our favourite Tomb robber, he¡¯ll be coming out in next chapter! Yay! *hugs Bakura* Hm.. one thing to go over. As I was writing about Ptahotep, I was kind of imagining someone like Rishid.. *grins* Anyone noticed? No?
Thanks to: Lotus re-incarnate – Wow, thanks A LOT for all the compliment! I love writing about ancient Egypt.. Maybe I¡¯ll write another one after this is over.. *grins* dangerousgirl – Yeah, here¡¯s the first seduction part! *drools/glomps Kashta* Thanks again for all the reviews! Impish Pixie – Um there ins no god of homosexuality as far as I know in ancient Egypt.. apparently it was forbidden. So there is no connection between Set and Malik¡¯s a/Egyptian name except that Set is one of my favourite Egyptian gods.. He will be called Malik in Post-Battle City later on the story. Well, he¡¯ll have the mark until he dies.. or not? *grins* jen wit 1 n – Ah.. thanks! *sweatdrops* Crystalline Entity – Wow. Nice penname you¡¯ve got there.. thank you VERY MUCH for the review! Bakura.. mmm.. *drools* spiderweb – Yay, Ryou-chan came out! *victory dance* I love his eyes, don¡¯t you? And onyx beads! *drools* Egyptian_lover – Thanks x 1000 for the review! Glad you loved it!
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Firemoon