This is a challenge fic for S.A. Bonasi. ^_^ I hope you like.
I in no way own Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did, Atemu wouldn't be bloody asexual .
Partly betaed by S.A Bonasi (as in, it's been fixed since her review. Don't think she was just making up random things).
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"Have you managed to translate that spell?" Akunadin demanded, barging into one of the palace rooms where three sorcerers were hunched over a thick, and obviously ancient book.
"Sorry sir, not yet. We just need a few more days," one answered.
A low growl escaped Akunadin's throat. "We don't have a few more days!" He exclaimed. "We need it done immediately. The enemy will be upon us in a few more days."
"Sorry sir, but it's a very complicated spell, and a very difficult code to decipher," the one exclaimed.
Akunadin clenched his teeth, before storming out of the room in a flourish.
Entering another room in the palace, his face immediately softened. He went to the far end of the room, and knelt on his knees, looking into a child's serene, sleeping face.
He brushed a lock of dark brown hair from the boys faces, feeling the softness of his skin under his own ragged and calloused fingers.
"I hope that we can get the Millennium Items soon, my son," he breathed quietly. "I do not want anything to happen to you."
The boy simply furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, before going back into a peaceful sleep.
That night, Akunadin slept in his son's room.
As the morning sun filtered through the window, Akunadin's eyes eased open. He rubbed them tiredly, trying to make the blurry images clear. It was only when he looked to his sons now-empty bed, that he remembered where he was suppose to be.
It was war time, blast it! He wasn't suppose to sleep in. He got up quickly, and walked hurriedly towards the great hall.
He walked in the room, just in time to hear the pharaoh sigh heavily.
"You sure that you can't have it ready?" He asked.
One of the sorcerers who had been working on translating the tablet nodded slowly.
"I guess we'll have to fight by hand then," his brother sighed, looking up at the high ceiling.
Akunadin stormed up to the pharaoh angrily as the priest left.
"Are you mad?!" he demanded of his brother.
Akunamakanon brought down his head, so he could look at his brother. "What do you mean?" he asked calmly, though it was obvious he knew exactly what Akunadin was asking.
"We cannot fight them ourselves!" Akunadin cried. "They out number us by at least ten to one. There is no way that we could possibly win without the help of the Millennium Items!"
Akunamakanon sighed. "It's not probable that we will. But we have to try. They can't translate the tablet in time. We have to fight. At least then there is some hope."
"There is no hope!" Akunadin cried, and, upon seeing that his brother couldn't – no, wouldn't change his mind, he stormed out of room.
In three days time, the Pharaoh's army, along with many of the common civilians marched out to face the massive army that rose to meet them.
~TSUDZUKU~
:To be continued:
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Sorry it wasn't longer.
Sorry it wasn't better.
Hopefully, the next chapter will be both longer and better.
And if this doesn't meet your challenge requirements, S.A, I'll gladly rewrite it ^-^.
Constructive critisim begged for. ^-^ Flames will be mocked.
