Yugioh's not mine. Don't own it. Nope not me. To those who ask, this is not
a yaoi, there will be a few other Yugioh characters in here eventually.
As Seth continued to the market place, he heard his name being called. He turned to see his younger brother, Mokuda, running after him. Mokuda was the only person, besides the pharaoh, he would listen to.
"Where you going big brother?" the little dark haired boy asked. His gray eyes stared up into his brother's blue ones.
"To the slave auctioneer to tell him to inform him of what I would like to see at the next action." He replied.
"Oh. Boooooring! I'll see you later!" he turned and ran back to the palace.
Seth smiled. He had been taking care of his brother since his mom died. His father had been killed in a slave rebellion when he was only two, so he didn't remember him. His mother had drowned in the Nile. She had left him babysitting his brother and she went to bathe. The rains had caused the Nile to flood massively, as it did every year, but this year was more than usual. She had been swept away by the undercurrent and her servants couldn't swim to save her. She was already gone by the time one ran to the palace for help. The other servant girl had run down the river to try and follow her. It had taken a few days to recover her body and bury her properly.
Seth blinked hard as if to push back the pain. It still hurt to think about it. Mokuda had been only three and Seth was fifteen. He had remembered trying to explain that their mother was not coming back. That was almost harder than losing her. She had been the driving force in his education. His father had been the previous pharaohs high priest and he was to take his place. She had told him that he would be better than his father was. He wanted to make her proud of him. And he did. He was now by far the most powerful man in Egypt. Next to the pharaoh of course. He was making his way to the auctioneer's tent when he heard a yell. Curious he turned the corner, only to be slammed into.
Hmm.who slams into him? I wonder.wait. I KNOW!! HAHA! I'm soooo mean. Tune in for next week! Heehee.
As Seth continued to the market place, he heard his name being called. He turned to see his younger brother, Mokuda, running after him. Mokuda was the only person, besides the pharaoh, he would listen to.
"Where you going big brother?" the little dark haired boy asked. His gray eyes stared up into his brother's blue ones.
"To the slave auctioneer to tell him to inform him of what I would like to see at the next action." He replied.
"Oh. Boooooring! I'll see you later!" he turned and ran back to the palace.
Seth smiled. He had been taking care of his brother since his mom died. His father had been killed in a slave rebellion when he was only two, so he didn't remember him. His mother had drowned in the Nile. She had left him babysitting his brother and she went to bathe. The rains had caused the Nile to flood massively, as it did every year, but this year was more than usual. She had been swept away by the undercurrent and her servants couldn't swim to save her. She was already gone by the time one ran to the palace for help. The other servant girl had run down the river to try and follow her. It had taken a few days to recover her body and bury her properly.
Seth blinked hard as if to push back the pain. It still hurt to think about it. Mokuda had been only three and Seth was fifteen. He had remembered trying to explain that their mother was not coming back. That was almost harder than losing her. She had been the driving force in his education. His father had been the previous pharaohs high priest and he was to take his place. She had told him that he would be better than his father was. He wanted to make her proud of him. And he did. He was now by far the most powerful man in Egypt. Next to the pharaoh of course. He was making his way to the auctioneer's tent when he heard a yell. Curious he turned the corner, only to be slammed into.
Hmm.who slams into him? I wonder.wait. I KNOW!! HAHA! I'm soooo mean. Tune in for next week! Heehee.