Hello again! I'm back for another chapter! Yay! Anyways, thank you all
for the nice reviews!!!!!
Yuri Rikusentai: The plushies are doing great thank you! *waves to the plushies sitting on silk pillows, being worshipped* Yeah I know what you mean, I love the ancients, I've done lots of Roman and Greek, but lately it's been Egyptian that I'm interested in. Love the ancient mythology too...Oh and Malik and Isis will be playing a big part here, hehe!
Kasbaka: A seer is...well I won' ruin it for you. I'll tell you in the chapter, promise!
Ace and Avalon Hunter: Thank you! I tried to aim for an original plot, and I don't remember seeing one on Ryou as a seer so, well here you go!
Bakuraluva: Thanks! As you wised, a new chapter!
The Wanderer4: Thanks a lot!
Oh yeah, I want to thank all those who put me on their favorites!!! I love you all!
Aurora of the Moon: Thank you! You always review my stuff!
Bakura-Ryou1: Wow! That's all I can say...I really like your fics! I read them all the time! I think you're a great author, um...wow
Anyways, I was able to update fast because we had a small fire in my school and school was cancelled for two days, and this is how I spent it although I should be studying...^_^; Anyways, so don't expect a lot of updates after this, I'm really busy because the term ends soon, blah too many test. So on with the chapter! ***************************************************************** ******************************************* The sharp crackle of the fire seemed to draw everybody out of their trance. Blinking Malik stared at the small figure lying on the silken pillows. His lavender eyes reflecting nothing as he slowly traced the dark lines. Isis just stared ahead, her eyes clouded over with though as her lips moved in silent prayer. Only Bakura seemed to be terribly unfazed. He idly stood in his dark corner, eyes the opposite wall with a glare once more, what he had against the wall, nobody knew, or wanted to know.
"Malik, help me."
Isis had jerked out of her prayer and dropped the dirtied cloth. She looked over to see the sun bleached blonde still staring at the sleeping boy, his lavender eyes equally glazed over as Isis's was just a couple moment ago.
"Malik?"
"..."
"Malik?!"
"..."
"Malik Ishtar!"
Still no answer, so Bakura gave the silent blonde a good whack on the head to know him out of his reverie.
"What?!"
"Help me carry Ryou to the guest room."
Mumbling about being unappreciated he picked up the frail youth and followed Isis, leaving Bakura in his own dark corner. Walking down the marble passages Isis led Malik to the empty guest room where Malik laid the still sleeping boy gently onto the soft bed. Isis lifted the limp forearm to her lap and stared at the Maat heru, wondering what the child's story was. He looked so young, so innocent, but those bruises, those angry red cuts that littered his skin...
"You wondering who did it to him?"
Isis stared at her brother's serious lavender eyes and nodded. Her eyes softened as she gently smoothed the still dirt caked hair.
"He seems so young, so innocent."
With a disheartened sigh she began to smooth crushed herbs over his various cuts. Malik picked up the other arm to stare at the angry red cut that ran down his smooth pale flesh, marring the other wise perfect skin. His lavender eyes snapped in anger before he too let out a sigh and let a thin blanket drape the slim figure of the boy, Egyptian nights grew cold. Nodding to his sister he slipped out into the shadowy room again, to see the tomb raider sitting on the previously occupied silken pillows staring at the flickering flames, garnet eyes glazed over in thought. His hands lay limp across his knees; they were covered in dried crimson blood, Ryou's blood.
Hazy sleep filled sea green eyes stared up at the silent figure that worked at the wounds marring his skin as the cool aquamarine eyes were fixed at the angry red marks, oblivious to the fact that her newly acquired charge was now awake. Ryou just lay there letting the dark skinned Isis care for his wounds; he savored the feeling of being protected. Once Isis had wiped away the excess salve she looked down to see two soft green eyes staring up at her. Surprised she blinked before regaining her composure.
"I'm sorry did I startle you?"
His soft accented voice asked and as Isis nodded he looked apologetic.
"I'm sorry."
Shaking her head she let a small smile grace her normally serious face. She helped the boy into a sitting position, letting his back rest on the numerous cushions. She gently gripped his forearm and let the Eye of Horus stare up at them.
"Ryou, do you know what this is?"
He looked away, his soft green eyes closing as if they couldn't bare the sight of the tattoo on his arm. He could feel hot tears pushing their way to the lids of his eyes, yet he refused to let them fall. He shook his head.
"I don't know what it is. I always though it was a birthmark."
Isis's cool eyes tried to look into Ryou's only to find them screwed shut. She let a cool finger slide under his chin, forcing him to face her.
"Look at me khered"*
Slowly he opened his eyes once more, meeting her unnerving stare.
"This is the Maat heru; the sign of the seer."
Ryou's eyes clouded over in confusion and tilted his head to one side. Isis could tell his village had never heard of the seers.
"A seer is a person gifted with something very special, something wonderful and powerful. There are five seers that reside in the pharaoh's royal court. They aid him and advise him in his line of work to protect and justify the people of Egypt. The seers are venerated throughout Egypt, honored for their power. You see Ryou; the seers are people who have the ability to see what has not happened yet, or to put it bluntly, to see the future. They have the ability to see what is to happen, what has happened, or something that is happening, and each and every one of them are marked with this special sign, the sign of the seer. The Eye of Horus sees all that is to happen, that has happened, and that is happening, and you my child are a seer."
Ryou's eyes seemed to widen as Isis ended her little lecture, not that anyone would blame him. I mean how many people are told that they have the ability to see the future? Ryou just opened his mouth to contradict her until she met him with a glare of her own countering his objections before they spilled out of his mouth.
"You are a seer Ryou, don't contradict me in something I am sure of child."
Staring into her confident gaze Ryou found that he couldn't protest. Sighing in a defeated way he looked down, tears gathering around those soft eyes. It all made sense now. He let a single tears glide down his cheek as he closed his eyes trying to escape the overwhelming guilt he felt.
"Ryou, what's wrong?"
Isis laid a comforting hand on the thin shoulder's only to have him jerk away as more tears coursed down his face.
"Ryou?"
He drew his knees around him, wrapping thin arms around him, curling up into a small ball, sobs shaking his little form. Worried by the sudden mood change, Isis leaned in to wrap the little one in a comforting hug.
"What's wrong child? The gift of the seer is nothing horrible; it's something that most would rejoice about!"
"But it's because of this gift I'm miserable!"
His voice muffled by the folds of cloth he had buried his head in. Isis could feel confusion bubble up inside her at those words. As if to solve her confusion Ryou pulled out of Isis's shoulder and started to tell his story in a soft voice.
"I lived in a village, near Thebes. I was happy, I had my family, my friends, nothing more than what I wanted. Then...then these people came, these people dressed in black, like the bringers of death...they were the bringers of death. They killed everyone, my mother, my father, my friends, everyone I knew. I watched them all die, I watched their bodies get hacked down or filled with arrows either way I saw them fall and just lie on the ground, dead. I can still see their eyes looking up at me, still open in death. Still staring up at me, pleading for me to help them..."
Ryou paused, his voice shaking as well as his body. His shaky breathes made his body tremble even worse.
"How is all that your fault?"
"Because I was the one they were after. I was the one they wanted, and because of me they killed everyone. I heard the men shouting out, 'look for the one with white hair.' It was easy to see it was me they wanted, I was the only one with white hair in my village...they wanted my power, they wanted me and it's all my fault that they died!"
Burying his head into Isis's shoulder he cried as Isis gently rocked him like a mother would do to a child. Isis could feel her tears prick at her eyes as she felt his sobs tear through the thin little body. She prayed to Bast, asking for protection of such a hopeless child, of such an innocent one. The quiet night of the Egyptian air filled the room once more and the only sound that could be heard was the soft sobs of Ryou and the quiet shushes of Isis as she cradled the little child in her arms, tears rolling down her cheeks as well. ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Oh dear...Ryou's gotten all angsty again...I'm sorry!!!! Please forgive me!!!!!! I will make it all better soon, I promise!!!! And no it won't be Bakura who comforts him, sorry folks he's still the cold hearted tomb raider. I'll elaborate more on Ryou's story later; it sounds a little too vague and fake sounding to me, so I'll try to make it more angsty. Anyways, please until the next chapter, read and review as always!!! Ja ^_^!
*Khered means child in Egyptian.
Yuri Rikusentai: The plushies are doing great thank you! *waves to the plushies sitting on silk pillows, being worshipped* Yeah I know what you mean, I love the ancients, I've done lots of Roman and Greek, but lately it's been Egyptian that I'm interested in. Love the ancient mythology too...Oh and Malik and Isis will be playing a big part here, hehe!
Kasbaka: A seer is...well I won' ruin it for you. I'll tell you in the chapter, promise!
Ace and Avalon Hunter: Thank you! I tried to aim for an original plot, and I don't remember seeing one on Ryou as a seer so, well here you go!
Bakuraluva: Thanks! As you wised, a new chapter!
The Wanderer4: Thanks a lot!
Oh yeah, I want to thank all those who put me on their favorites!!! I love you all!
Aurora of the Moon: Thank you! You always review my stuff!
Bakura-Ryou1: Wow! That's all I can say...I really like your fics! I read them all the time! I think you're a great author, um...wow
Anyways, I was able to update fast because we had a small fire in my school and school was cancelled for two days, and this is how I spent it although I should be studying...^_^; Anyways, so don't expect a lot of updates after this, I'm really busy because the term ends soon, blah too many test. So on with the chapter! ***************************************************************** ******************************************* The sharp crackle of the fire seemed to draw everybody out of their trance. Blinking Malik stared at the small figure lying on the silken pillows. His lavender eyes reflecting nothing as he slowly traced the dark lines. Isis just stared ahead, her eyes clouded over with though as her lips moved in silent prayer. Only Bakura seemed to be terribly unfazed. He idly stood in his dark corner, eyes the opposite wall with a glare once more, what he had against the wall, nobody knew, or wanted to know.
"Malik, help me."
Isis had jerked out of her prayer and dropped the dirtied cloth. She looked over to see the sun bleached blonde still staring at the sleeping boy, his lavender eyes equally glazed over as Isis's was just a couple moment ago.
"Malik?"
"..."
"Malik?!"
"..."
"Malik Ishtar!"
Still no answer, so Bakura gave the silent blonde a good whack on the head to know him out of his reverie.
"What?!"
"Help me carry Ryou to the guest room."
Mumbling about being unappreciated he picked up the frail youth and followed Isis, leaving Bakura in his own dark corner. Walking down the marble passages Isis led Malik to the empty guest room where Malik laid the still sleeping boy gently onto the soft bed. Isis lifted the limp forearm to her lap and stared at the Maat heru, wondering what the child's story was. He looked so young, so innocent, but those bruises, those angry red cuts that littered his skin...
"You wondering who did it to him?"
Isis stared at her brother's serious lavender eyes and nodded. Her eyes softened as she gently smoothed the still dirt caked hair.
"He seems so young, so innocent."
With a disheartened sigh she began to smooth crushed herbs over his various cuts. Malik picked up the other arm to stare at the angry red cut that ran down his smooth pale flesh, marring the other wise perfect skin. His lavender eyes snapped in anger before he too let out a sigh and let a thin blanket drape the slim figure of the boy, Egyptian nights grew cold. Nodding to his sister he slipped out into the shadowy room again, to see the tomb raider sitting on the previously occupied silken pillows staring at the flickering flames, garnet eyes glazed over in thought. His hands lay limp across his knees; they were covered in dried crimson blood, Ryou's blood.
Hazy sleep filled sea green eyes stared up at the silent figure that worked at the wounds marring his skin as the cool aquamarine eyes were fixed at the angry red marks, oblivious to the fact that her newly acquired charge was now awake. Ryou just lay there letting the dark skinned Isis care for his wounds; he savored the feeling of being protected. Once Isis had wiped away the excess salve she looked down to see two soft green eyes staring up at her. Surprised she blinked before regaining her composure.
"I'm sorry did I startle you?"
His soft accented voice asked and as Isis nodded he looked apologetic.
"I'm sorry."
Shaking her head she let a small smile grace her normally serious face. She helped the boy into a sitting position, letting his back rest on the numerous cushions. She gently gripped his forearm and let the Eye of Horus stare up at them.
"Ryou, do you know what this is?"
He looked away, his soft green eyes closing as if they couldn't bare the sight of the tattoo on his arm. He could feel hot tears pushing their way to the lids of his eyes, yet he refused to let them fall. He shook his head.
"I don't know what it is. I always though it was a birthmark."
Isis's cool eyes tried to look into Ryou's only to find them screwed shut. She let a cool finger slide under his chin, forcing him to face her.
"Look at me khered"*
Slowly he opened his eyes once more, meeting her unnerving stare.
"This is the Maat heru; the sign of the seer."
Ryou's eyes clouded over in confusion and tilted his head to one side. Isis could tell his village had never heard of the seers.
"A seer is a person gifted with something very special, something wonderful and powerful. There are five seers that reside in the pharaoh's royal court. They aid him and advise him in his line of work to protect and justify the people of Egypt. The seers are venerated throughout Egypt, honored for their power. You see Ryou; the seers are people who have the ability to see what has not happened yet, or to put it bluntly, to see the future. They have the ability to see what is to happen, what has happened, or something that is happening, and each and every one of them are marked with this special sign, the sign of the seer. The Eye of Horus sees all that is to happen, that has happened, and that is happening, and you my child are a seer."
Ryou's eyes seemed to widen as Isis ended her little lecture, not that anyone would blame him. I mean how many people are told that they have the ability to see the future? Ryou just opened his mouth to contradict her until she met him with a glare of her own countering his objections before they spilled out of his mouth.
"You are a seer Ryou, don't contradict me in something I am sure of child."
Staring into her confident gaze Ryou found that he couldn't protest. Sighing in a defeated way he looked down, tears gathering around those soft eyes. It all made sense now. He let a single tears glide down his cheek as he closed his eyes trying to escape the overwhelming guilt he felt.
"Ryou, what's wrong?"
Isis laid a comforting hand on the thin shoulder's only to have him jerk away as more tears coursed down his face.
"Ryou?"
He drew his knees around him, wrapping thin arms around him, curling up into a small ball, sobs shaking his little form. Worried by the sudden mood change, Isis leaned in to wrap the little one in a comforting hug.
"What's wrong child? The gift of the seer is nothing horrible; it's something that most would rejoice about!"
"But it's because of this gift I'm miserable!"
His voice muffled by the folds of cloth he had buried his head in. Isis could feel confusion bubble up inside her at those words. As if to solve her confusion Ryou pulled out of Isis's shoulder and started to tell his story in a soft voice.
"I lived in a village, near Thebes. I was happy, I had my family, my friends, nothing more than what I wanted. Then...then these people came, these people dressed in black, like the bringers of death...they were the bringers of death. They killed everyone, my mother, my father, my friends, everyone I knew. I watched them all die, I watched their bodies get hacked down or filled with arrows either way I saw them fall and just lie on the ground, dead. I can still see their eyes looking up at me, still open in death. Still staring up at me, pleading for me to help them..."
Ryou paused, his voice shaking as well as his body. His shaky breathes made his body tremble even worse.
"How is all that your fault?"
"Because I was the one they were after. I was the one they wanted, and because of me they killed everyone. I heard the men shouting out, 'look for the one with white hair.' It was easy to see it was me they wanted, I was the only one with white hair in my village...they wanted my power, they wanted me and it's all my fault that they died!"
Burying his head into Isis's shoulder he cried as Isis gently rocked him like a mother would do to a child. Isis could feel her tears prick at her eyes as she felt his sobs tear through the thin little body. She prayed to Bast, asking for protection of such a hopeless child, of such an innocent one. The quiet night of the Egyptian air filled the room once more and the only sound that could be heard was the soft sobs of Ryou and the quiet shushes of Isis as she cradled the little child in her arms, tears rolling down her cheeks as well. ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Oh dear...Ryou's gotten all angsty again...I'm sorry!!!! Please forgive me!!!!!! I will make it all better soon, I promise!!!! And no it won't be Bakura who comforts him, sorry folks he's still the cold hearted tomb raider. I'll elaborate more on Ryou's story later; it sounds a little too vague and fake sounding to me, so I'll try to make it more angsty. Anyways, please until the next chapter, read and review as always!!! Ja ^_^!
*Khered means child in Egyptian.
