Chapter8:
Priest Seto's POV:
"Kisara, are you awake?" I called out into the darkness.
"Yes, what is it?" a voice answered.
I lit one of the oil lamps, "I wanted to give you something."
"You aren't supposed to be here. You know it is forbidden."
"Do you think I care what my father says?"
"No, but-"
"Shh, everything's going to be all right."
Kisara sighed, and then looked up at me, "Is it true that your father killed your mother right before your very own eyes?"
"Unfortunately, yes," I responded looking at the floor.
"But why?"
"That I cannot answer, for I do not know."
"Seto?"
"Yes?"
"You're crying."
I am amazed. How can she see so well in the dark? I wiped my eyes on the back of my hand.
"How did you know I was crying?" I ask.
"When you share a special bond with someone, you can feel their pain, feelings, emotions, and sometimes thoughts. It's not a matter of what I knew; it's a matter of what I felt. I thought you knew that." She replies calmly.
"I didn't," I respond.
"Have you not shared that bond with someone? You must have at least once. Your first bond is usually discovered when you're just a small child, usually with your parents."
"I haven't shared that bond in a long while, Kisara. In fact, I haven't felt it in many, many years. Only twice have I felt that bond. My first was with my mother. She was gentle and kind and never thought about herself. She always put other people before her, whether she knew them or not. We did everything together. We ate together, prayed together, went to sleep at the same time, and she even did my training to become a priest with me, even though she already knew the prayers and chants by memory. She was always there when you needed someone to talk to, or to just confide in. We were so close, that it seemed our movements were one.
When my father killed her before my very eyes, I felt her pain. It felt as if my heart was being ripped out and shredded apart from the inside out. The last memory of my mother was of her, my beloved mother, on white sand tainted with blood, her white robes red with the essence of life that Ra had given her.
After that day, I completely shut myself from the rest of the world. I didn't attend the ceremony to the afterlife, even though I had rituals to perform there. I blocked the mutual understanding between whom I shared my life with and who was most dear to me. I couldn't stand the pain and suffering if that bond was broken again. So, I made it disappear from me.
A few days after my mother's trip to the afterlife, my father defiled her grave and made sure that no god in the afterlife could recognize her, making her trip to the afterlife miserable, and not peaceful like it's supposed to be.
After I found this out, I refused to eat and lashed out at anyone who spoke or got near me. I was released of this agony when my cousin was born. I thought it was a new life to replace the recently departed. Though I never did share that special bond with him, I felt it was my duty to look after him when his mother died. I treated him like he was my younger brother and we became very close.
When Yami got older though, we saw less and less of each other in our spare time. He was always busy with his duties, and I was always busy with mine. We saw even less of each other when Yami's father died, but he was only eleven at the time, and acted almost the same way I did. His was not as drastic though. There were times when my father tried to kill Yami, but either me or one of the other priests stopped him. Yami became less and less social at the age of seventeen, because he never got to do things that he wanted to do. Yami didn't want to sit around in court all day, he wanted to drag me into chariot races with him, but he never did. He just sat bored in court all day long.
My second special bond was with you, Kisara. When I first saw you, that forgotten thing was released and let it self be known to me once more. I tried sealing it away again when I thought you went to the afterlife, but it stayed.
Now, that bond has grown stronger each passing sun, because I'm with you."
She looked up at me again, "Seto, you said you had something for me?"
"Oh, I almost forgot about that. Thanks for reminding me," I responded, struggling with the clasp on the cartouche I was wearing.
"Here," I said when I finally got it off, "Lift your hair up, it's in the way."
She lifted her hair up obediently, while I put the cartouche around her delicate neck.
"Seto, I can't take this. I can't wear what belongs to the royal family. If anyone catches me wearing this, I could be killed. Besides, it's yours," she said.
I cupped her chin in my hand, "Just take it. If you ever need me, and I'm not there, this will remind you that I'm with you in spirit and I reside in your heart forever."
I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek headed towards the door.
"Seto," her voice came from behind me.
I stopped in the middle of the doorway.
"Thank you," she whispered.
I nodded and blew out the oil lamp, so everything was dark once more.
Author's Note: There are only a few more chapters left of this story. In the second to last chapter, I will hold a contest to win a sneak preview of the sequel to this story. Also, I made this chapter extra-long for you guys since you love this story so much. The angst part of the story will start to come into play in the next chapter. -Yuugi-chan
Priest Seto's POV:
"Kisara, are you awake?" I called out into the darkness.
"Yes, what is it?" a voice answered.
I lit one of the oil lamps, "I wanted to give you something."
"You aren't supposed to be here. You know it is forbidden."
"Do you think I care what my father says?"
"No, but-"
"Shh, everything's going to be all right."
Kisara sighed, and then looked up at me, "Is it true that your father killed your mother right before your very own eyes?"
"Unfortunately, yes," I responded looking at the floor.
"But why?"
"That I cannot answer, for I do not know."
"Seto?"
"Yes?"
"You're crying."
I am amazed. How can she see so well in the dark? I wiped my eyes on the back of my hand.
"How did you know I was crying?" I ask.
"When you share a special bond with someone, you can feel their pain, feelings, emotions, and sometimes thoughts. It's not a matter of what I knew; it's a matter of what I felt. I thought you knew that." She replies calmly.
"I didn't," I respond.
"Have you not shared that bond with someone? You must have at least once. Your first bond is usually discovered when you're just a small child, usually with your parents."
"I haven't shared that bond in a long while, Kisara. In fact, I haven't felt it in many, many years. Only twice have I felt that bond. My first was with my mother. She was gentle and kind and never thought about herself. She always put other people before her, whether she knew them or not. We did everything together. We ate together, prayed together, went to sleep at the same time, and she even did my training to become a priest with me, even though she already knew the prayers and chants by memory. She was always there when you needed someone to talk to, or to just confide in. We were so close, that it seemed our movements were one.
When my father killed her before my very eyes, I felt her pain. It felt as if my heart was being ripped out and shredded apart from the inside out. The last memory of my mother was of her, my beloved mother, on white sand tainted with blood, her white robes red with the essence of life that Ra had given her.
After that day, I completely shut myself from the rest of the world. I didn't attend the ceremony to the afterlife, even though I had rituals to perform there. I blocked the mutual understanding between whom I shared my life with and who was most dear to me. I couldn't stand the pain and suffering if that bond was broken again. So, I made it disappear from me.
A few days after my mother's trip to the afterlife, my father defiled her grave and made sure that no god in the afterlife could recognize her, making her trip to the afterlife miserable, and not peaceful like it's supposed to be.
After I found this out, I refused to eat and lashed out at anyone who spoke or got near me. I was released of this agony when my cousin was born. I thought it was a new life to replace the recently departed. Though I never did share that special bond with him, I felt it was my duty to look after him when his mother died. I treated him like he was my younger brother and we became very close.
When Yami got older though, we saw less and less of each other in our spare time. He was always busy with his duties, and I was always busy with mine. We saw even less of each other when Yami's father died, but he was only eleven at the time, and acted almost the same way I did. His was not as drastic though. There were times when my father tried to kill Yami, but either me or one of the other priests stopped him. Yami became less and less social at the age of seventeen, because he never got to do things that he wanted to do. Yami didn't want to sit around in court all day, he wanted to drag me into chariot races with him, but he never did. He just sat bored in court all day long.
My second special bond was with you, Kisara. When I first saw you, that forgotten thing was released and let it self be known to me once more. I tried sealing it away again when I thought you went to the afterlife, but it stayed.
Now, that bond has grown stronger each passing sun, because I'm with you."
She looked up at me again, "Seto, you said you had something for me?"
"Oh, I almost forgot about that. Thanks for reminding me," I responded, struggling with the clasp on the cartouche I was wearing.
"Here," I said when I finally got it off, "Lift your hair up, it's in the way."
She lifted her hair up obediently, while I put the cartouche around her delicate neck.
"Seto, I can't take this. I can't wear what belongs to the royal family. If anyone catches me wearing this, I could be killed. Besides, it's yours," she said.
I cupped her chin in my hand, "Just take it. If you ever need me, and I'm not there, this will remind you that I'm with you in spirit and I reside in your heart forever."
I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek headed towards the door.
"Seto," her voice came from behind me.
I stopped in the middle of the doorway.
"Thank you," she whispered.
I nodded and blew out the oil lamp, so everything was dark once more.
Author's Note: There are only a few more chapters left of this story. In the second to last chapter, I will hold a contest to win a sneak preview of the sequel to this story. Also, I made this chapter extra-long for you guys since you love this story so much. The angst part of the story will start to come into play in the next chapter. -Yuugi-chan
