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read my other one Broken Glass House, I'm three reviews short of a 100
reviews! But anyways, if you find any part of my fic confusing ask me,
especially if it has to do with the Egyptian background. I may be wrong so
don't be afraid to correct me.
Yuri Rikusentai: Yay! You reviewed my fic again! Joy! I feel so loved.........anyways here's a new chapter!
DaLizzie: I do feel bad for Ryou, all the bad stuff happen to him all the time.........
Kasbaka: Well here you go, chapter 2!
I realized I forgot to warn you but uh here it is:
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura in the later chapters! **************************************************************************** ***************** Ra was starting his journey into the underworld as the tomb raider set his eyes on the crumbling shanty that seemed to wither away even as he laid his eyes on it. While most people would wrinkle their noses in disgust the tomb raider let a resemblance of a smile touch his features as he sauntered up to the splintered door. If one were to pass by now, they would think a mad man was let loose in Egypt, with the still unconscious youth slung over his shoulder and blood running down his withdrawn hand he looked as if he just killed the youth. Rather then knocking he let out a low whistle and an instant later a golden head cautiously peeked out.
"Bak! Where have you been?! I swear I thought those guards picked you up! Who in the name of Ra is that?!"
"Just let me in already!"
Letting the tomb raider pass in Malik scanned the empty horizon with a steady lavender glare before he closed the weathered door.
"So will you tell me now where you got the kid?"
Growling he ignored the chirpy blonde. They passed dimly lit passages, the flickering torches creating haunting shadows across the crude stone walls, to anyone else other then the two boys walking down the path, it might have looked like the passages let to the dungeons or something and just the mere atmosphere of the passage would have the guards of the pharaoh running.
"Ah I see you are back Bakura."
A cool confident female voice filtered the still air as both boys came to the end of the long dark passage and into an elegantly decorated room. A tall lithe figure stood by the crackling fire, letting the licking flames silhouette her body. Bakura met the cool aquamarine eyes with his own garnet glare.
"Who's this?"
"Bak's new charge. Still won't tell me where he found him. Will you tell me now?!"
"No, now for the love of Ra do shut up!"
All argument was brought to a halt when a soft moan could be heard from the still figure. Setting the boy down onto the pile of silken cushions the tall figure neared the boy, her face thrown into the light showing a gentle yet serious face with wisdom held deep within her eyes. Soft green eyes met cool aquamarine as the youth awoke. Dry cracked lips tried to form words, only to fail.
"Malik water and a cloth."
Nodding he dashed off only to return soon with the said thing in his arms. Dipping the clean cloth into the water she wiped away the dirt and dried blood caked onto his face. She wet his dried lips and paused to rinse the cloth.
"My name is Isis, you're here with my brother Malik," The blonde nodded cheerfully. "And his friend Bakura." Bakura just stood stoically in the corner, glaring at the opposite wall. Ignoring the silent response Isis wiped away anther dirt smudge. The boy's soft green eyes looked tired, haunted, sorrowful. His face was young, innocent, yet behind the soft eyes one could see pain and anguish swimming in them. He let out a dry cough and soon Malik was by his side offering the boy a drink of water from a cup. As Malik lifted the youth to a sitting position he noted the hard shoulder bones jabbing into his arms. Once he had his fill he let out a sigh and let his eyes become half laden.
"Can you tell me your name?"
"Pa ren-a Ryou."*
Isis noted the slight accent on his speech.
"Sleep Ryou, no harm will come to you."
Nodding the boy let his eyes shut as he slipped off into the realm of sleep. Isis continued to wipe away the blood and dirt, slowly exposing the pale skin of the youth. The only sound that could be heard for awhile was the dripping of excess water as Isis wrung the dirtied cloth over the bowl of water and the soft wiping of the cloth onto the pale skin of Ryou. His even breathing reassured them he was fast asleep.
"Where do you think he's from?"
Malik's lavender eyes, illuminated by the fire light, studied the sleeping boy with an owlish gaze. One could see the resemblance between both the dark headed Isis and the sun bleached Malik by the spirit that lingered in their eyes. Wisdom combined with ferocity that told other's to be aware of their flaring tempers.
"Judging from that accent of his I'd say somewhere close to Thebes."
For the first time in awhile Bakura's rough voice penetrated the sibling's thoughts. From the darkened corner his hard garnet eyes seemed to glow with an unearthly shine. His silvery hair glinting in the dim firelight.
"But Thebes is a three days horse ride to here........."
"I saw no horse when I met him."
"That means he walked.........that's nearly a week's trip on foot. How did he make it wit-"
"Ma'at preserve me!"
Isis's gasp made both boys turn quickly to see her holding Ryou's arm with the cloth hovering above his forearm.
"Never seen an arm before Isis?"
Ignoring the joking voice of her little brother she set the cloth down and stared up at Ryou's sleeping face.
"Heru m udjat"*
"What?"
Her tanned face was drained of its color as her cool aquamarine eyes stared up in shock.
"It's the Heru m udjat, Malik, the Maat heru!"
Her voice no louder than a whispered gasp. Malik crouched close by and true enough tattooed on the soft pale flesh was the Heru m udjat. He traced the bold lines and looked up at Isis's face.
"But that means that........."
"He's a seer."
A collective silence gathered around the room, the only sound the quiet even breathing of the slumbering seer. ***************************************************************** **************************** End of chapter 2! How did you like that? They finally meet! Oh yeah don't be put off by Bakura's attitude, it's all part of his character. I might change it later on, but most likely he'll be quiet cold. Please read and review for me! Until the next chapter! Ja ne ^_^!
*Pa ren-a Ryou means my name is Ryou in Egyptian
*Heru m udjat is the Eye of Horus, the symbol most often seen on the millennium items, they'll connect later on! But anyways, in this story the Eye of Horus will be the sign of a seer, okay?
Yuri Rikusentai: Yay! You reviewed my fic again! Joy! I feel so loved.........anyways here's a new chapter!
DaLizzie: I do feel bad for Ryou, all the bad stuff happen to him all the time.........
Kasbaka: Well here you go, chapter 2!
I realized I forgot to warn you but uh here it is:
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura in the later chapters! **************************************************************************** ***************** Ra was starting his journey into the underworld as the tomb raider set his eyes on the crumbling shanty that seemed to wither away even as he laid his eyes on it. While most people would wrinkle their noses in disgust the tomb raider let a resemblance of a smile touch his features as he sauntered up to the splintered door. If one were to pass by now, they would think a mad man was let loose in Egypt, with the still unconscious youth slung over his shoulder and blood running down his withdrawn hand he looked as if he just killed the youth. Rather then knocking he let out a low whistle and an instant later a golden head cautiously peeked out.
"Bak! Where have you been?! I swear I thought those guards picked you up! Who in the name of Ra is that?!"
"Just let me in already!"
Letting the tomb raider pass in Malik scanned the empty horizon with a steady lavender glare before he closed the weathered door.
"So will you tell me now where you got the kid?"
Growling he ignored the chirpy blonde. They passed dimly lit passages, the flickering torches creating haunting shadows across the crude stone walls, to anyone else other then the two boys walking down the path, it might have looked like the passages let to the dungeons or something and just the mere atmosphere of the passage would have the guards of the pharaoh running.
"Ah I see you are back Bakura."
A cool confident female voice filtered the still air as both boys came to the end of the long dark passage and into an elegantly decorated room. A tall lithe figure stood by the crackling fire, letting the licking flames silhouette her body. Bakura met the cool aquamarine eyes with his own garnet glare.
"Who's this?"
"Bak's new charge. Still won't tell me where he found him. Will you tell me now?!"
"No, now for the love of Ra do shut up!"
All argument was brought to a halt when a soft moan could be heard from the still figure. Setting the boy down onto the pile of silken cushions the tall figure neared the boy, her face thrown into the light showing a gentle yet serious face with wisdom held deep within her eyes. Soft green eyes met cool aquamarine as the youth awoke. Dry cracked lips tried to form words, only to fail.
"Malik water and a cloth."
Nodding he dashed off only to return soon with the said thing in his arms. Dipping the clean cloth into the water she wiped away the dirt and dried blood caked onto his face. She wet his dried lips and paused to rinse the cloth.
"My name is Isis, you're here with my brother Malik," The blonde nodded cheerfully. "And his friend Bakura." Bakura just stood stoically in the corner, glaring at the opposite wall. Ignoring the silent response Isis wiped away anther dirt smudge. The boy's soft green eyes looked tired, haunted, sorrowful. His face was young, innocent, yet behind the soft eyes one could see pain and anguish swimming in them. He let out a dry cough and soon Malik was by his side offering the boy a drink of water from a cup. As Malik lifted the youth to a sitting position he noted the hard shoulder bones jabbing into his arms. Once he had his fill he let out a sigh and let his eyes become half laden.
"Can you tell me your name?"
"Pa ren-a Ryou."*
Isis noted the slight accent on his speech.
"Sleep Ryou, no harm will come to you."
Nodding the boy let his eyes shut as he slipped off into the realm of sleep. Isis continued to wipe away the blood and dirt, slowly exposing the pale skin of the youth. The only sound that could be heard for awhile was the dripping of excess water as Isis wrung the dirtied cloth over the bowl of water and the soft wiping of the cloth onto the pale skin of Ryou. His even breathing reassured them he was fast asleep.
"Where do you think he's from?"
Malik's lavender eyes, illuminated by the fire light, studied the sleeping boy with an owlish gaze. One could see the resemblance between both the dark headed Isis and the sun bleached Malik by the spirit that lingered in their eyes. Wisdom combined with ferocity that told other's to be aware of their flaring tempers.
"Judging from that accent of his I'd say somewhere close to Thebes."
For the first time in awhile Bakura's rough voice penetrated the sibling's thoughts. From the darkened corner his hard garnet eyes seemed to glow with an unearthly shine. His silvery hair glinting in the dim firelight.
"But Thebes is a three days horse ride to here........."
"I saw no horse when I met him."
"That means he walked.........that's nearly a week's trip on foot. How did he make it wit-"
"Ma'at preserve me!"
Isis's gasp made both boys turn quickly to see her holding Ryou's arm with the cloth hovering above his forearm.
"Never seen an arm before Isis?"
Ignoring the joking voice of her little brother she set the cloth down and stared up at Ryou's sleeping face.
"Heru m udjat"*
"What?"
Her tanned face was drained of its color as her cool aquamarine eyes stared up in shock.
"It's the Heru m udjat, Malik, the Maat heru!"
Her voice no louder than a whispered gasp. Malik crouched close by and true enough tattooed on the soft pale flesh was the Heru m udjat. He traced the bold lines and looked up at Isis's face.
"But that means that........."
"He's a seer."
A collective silence gathered around the room, the only sound the quiet even breathing of the slumbering seer. ***************************************************************** **************************** End of chapter 2! How did you like that? They finally meet! Oh yeah don't be put off by Bakura's attitude, it's all part of his character. I might change it later on, but most likely he'll be quiet cold. Please read and review for me! Until the next chapter! Ja ne ^_^!
*Pa ren-a Ryou means my name is Ryou in Egyptian
*Heru m udjat is the Eye of Horus, the symbol most often seen on the millennium items, they'll connect later on! But anyways, in this story the Eye of Horus will be the sign of a seer, okay?
