Chapter Three-Whirlwind
Yami shoved his way through the crowds (getting groped a few too many times to his liking) and quickly made his way to the unguarded back exit, which was locked, as per usual. He glanced over his shoulder before drawing upon a small measure of his powers to bend and shift the innards of the lock until it allowed the door to open. The former pharaoh stepped out into the chilly night air, shivering, and looking every direction for the owner of the telepathic voice.
*What is the matter, Pharaoh? You cannot find me?*
//Don't play games with me. Where are you?! How dare you address me by my birth name!*
*You always were such an arrogant little shit...* The voice mumbled, as if recalling a precise instance like this. *I will call you what I want to call you, Nahkti. Walk to the end of the alleyway you are currently standing in. And no, I am not above you in a window. I am not even in the vicinity.*
Yami gasped, pailing slightly. [How could he have known what I was thinking?] He thought, taking care to shield his mind from the stranger. He did as told, and walked down the alley, stepped out onto the sidewalk, and looked around yet again.
He saw no one and sensed no one.
The spirit growled, curiosity and apprehension eating his patience alive.
*You will only find me by going where I tell you to go. Stop trying to use your eyes.*
//I will only follow your instructions on one condition.//
*What would that be?*
//You must agree not to harm Malik, Jounouchi, or any of my friends and you WILL NOT go anywhere or be anywhere near my hikari.//
*You were always like this...you always assumed the worst in a strange situation. I have little intention of harming those oddities you seem so attached to, and I know how precious hikaris are, having one of my own, so Yu-gi will remain as is.*
Yami blinked. //What do you mean?//
*You ask too many questions. Walk to your right, and do not stop until I say so*
Seth disconnected his mind-link with Yami and laughed uproarously, causing a few people milling about to stop and stare at him. He glared at them and walked out of the market he had ducked into a little while ago (to escape the cold, more than anything). He had located his lover in a noisy establishment where flamboyantly dressed young men seemed to congregate. He had ignored their advances long enough to duck into a small crack between that building and another. He closed his eyes and relaxed, projecting his mind's eye into the building using the small hint of supernatural energy he had picked up on. And his efforts proved worthwhile.
The priest thought about rushing in and dragging his lover off to home, but that wouldn't have been as much fun. Instead, he decided to play a little game with his catch, by making him walk in all directions, before finally revealing himself and taking his lover right then and there, regardless of where they happened to be. He was thinking he would introduce himself to Seto in the morning when the boy was in a semi-lucid state, and seduce him as well before he left his semi-lucid state. When all was said and done, Seth would have a small harem-at least that's how he pictured it in his mind. The mortals were so nice looking in this time.
Had he been himself, he would have never even considered such a thing, but since he was more than a little stir-crazy from being confined for 3000 years, (and he was strongly resisting the homicidal urges that going without sex for so long produced) he was more than a little giddy and elated to find his old partner and have an equally beautiful young thing practically gift wrapped for him at home, asleep, unaware of his existence for the moment. So, he allowed himself some liberties in the sanity department, and figured his mind would recollect itself in the morning after he had been deliciously fucked and rested for a few hours. And no one ever said he was sane in the first place.
He made his way up the street, spotting his elegant little love in the distance and picking up his pace, careful to keep his steps silent and his energy concealed. He twirled the sennen rod around in his hand-keeping it exposed in case he had to perform any other executions before he reached his destination.
*I am very close to you now, my pharaoh* Seth purred, feeling his body reacting to being in close proximity of his lover. *I cannot wait to see you again. It has been so long since I held you in my arms...so long since I tasted your sweet essence...*
Yami froze, mouth agape. //Wh...what the...//
Seth chuckled and darted across the street so he was walking behind Yami. All the better for an ambush. *My body longs for your embrace, my lips ache in memory of your kiss...*
The pharaoh felt his body grow warm, in spite of the icy breeze that cut through the air. He blushed, trying to shed mental images of him and...another. //Don't toy with me, whoever you are.//
*I used to, all the time. You begged me every time, in the end, to finish you off. I loved to make you scream in ecstacy when I finally let you have your release. Aa Perti, you must remember the many nights we spent in your chamber together...how we passed the rainy season...*
Yami groaned, the stranger's words doing unmentionable things to his body. He gasped as a flash of his memory appeared before him, in his mind.
A tall figure approached his bed, clothed only in a black satin tunic which clung to it's owner's body like a second skin. He sighed, shrugging the top half of his garment from his shoulders to hang limp about his slim waist. His pale, northern skin, skin he had inherited from his father, glowed eerily in the dimming torchlight. His hair, the color of cocoa but with sun-bleached streaks hung over his face, obscuring his cobalt eyes from view. Yami felt himself reach forward...forward until he was touching the brunette's firm chest-still lightly muscled and boyish despite his age of 20.
"Seth, my fierce northern dragon, what is the matter?"
"Nothing , my beautiful son of the desert. It seems I have forgotten how to sleep alone. I would keep you company in your chambers tonight, as always."
"Nahkti...?"
"Yes, love?"
"How long can we continue like this?" Seth rose to a sitting position and smoothed his hair. "It feels so right, and yet wrong at the same time."
Yami's eyes widened. "You...you do not wish for us to continue...?"
Seth turned and looked down at the diminuative pharaoh, still flushed from their earlier bout of lovemaking. He smiled. "No, I wish we had more time." He whispered. "A lifetime does not seem long enough anymore."
"You are very ill, Seth...shall I send for a healer?"
"No need for that." Seth's muscles screamed in protest as he tried to sit up. "You must listen to me, my pharaoh, a time of chaos is approaching us..."
Yami shook his head and pushed against his lover's chest with his fingertips. "Lie back down Seth. Ypu should not be moving. Now, what are you talking about?"
"Last night...I had a vision." Seth gasped, clutching his head in pain. "Khemet...will be engulfed in flames and disorder soon...I...will not be able to protect the kingdom with you."
"What do you mean by that?" The pharaoh asked, laying his slender hands on his priest's shaking shoulders. "What will happen in Khemet in the future; what will happen to you?"
Seth shuddered, reaching up tp grasp Yami's hands for dear life. "I will die...fighting...but not on your side...I will be with...chaos..."
"Nonsense. I know you would never betray me, Seth." Yami said, looking intensely into his lover's glassy blue eyes. "You have proven your loyalty to me time and time again."
"I know that...but...I will not be in control when...I die...I will be already dead on the inside..."
Yami gulped, pressing his hand against the priest's forehead. "You feel hotter. Try and relax, my love." He turnd to a guard standing at the door. "You! Get the palace doctors immediately!"
"No healer can save me..." Seth murmred, deliriously. "Nothing can save us..."
"Calm down, Seth. What you had last night was a fever dream, nothing more. You need to try and rest now." Yami felt his apprehension growing. Seth had a reputation built on his amazingly accurate premonitions.
"Nahkti, I love you." Seth whispered, pulling the pharaoh close to him. "It was just a dream...but don't let me die..."
"Seth, you'll be fine, love." Yami said, trying to force his fear down. "Everything will be fine."
Yami cried out in anguish as the memories flooded his mind, a myriad of blinding colors dancing behind his closed eyelids. He gapsed, startled as he felt a pair of long arms encircle his body from behind and lift him into the air. His mind registered no more after that.
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