Chapter Nine: Separation
"So I have to go with you then?" Yami asked, worry and discontent edging on his voice.
"Of course Atemu. Slaves and citizens alike are rebuilding the palace as we speak, so that when it's done, your coronation can take place immediately afterwards But until that time, we have to keep you safe and out of danger. It won't be long until the palace in finished," Mahaado explained.
Yami glanced at Bakura. His eyes showed uncertainty.
"You have to go Yami, oops, I mean Atemu. If Egypt is to enter the world as strong as it was before, it will need a strong king to lead it," he said dejectedly. Yami turned his head and took a step towards Set's chariot. Before he could take another step, however, he whipped himself around and propelled himself at Bakura. Tears slipped from his eyes and were absorbed by Bakura's snow covered cloak.
"I don't want to leave you. I want to stay in your arms," he cried. Yami's hands were clutched into fists on Bakura's rough shirt.
"Yami, shh, it's okay. Please stop crying," Bakura pleaded, feeling tears collect in his own eyes. Holding them back, he bent his head down and caught Yami's lips with his own for a brief kiss.
"No matter how far away you are, I will always feel the same love for you," he confessed, feeling the wetness of tears coat his cheeks. Looking at Yami, he noticed a sad yet expectant look on the prince's face.
Before Yami could say anything in return, Bakura pushed him in the direction of the chariots.
The priests were completely oblivious to the words that had been shared between the two of them Neither of them had seen the tears, or the kiss. The horses were becoming antsy and the priests were impatient. As Bakura gave Yami a nudge, Set roughly grabbed his upper arm and yanked him aggressively into the waiting chariot.
The horses took off, sending another shower of ice into the air. Yami watched as the small oasis shrunk and finally disappeared into the distance. With it went who had loved him deeper than physical; the one person he had loved with his whole soul.
Yami turned to face forward and towards their general destination. The wind was cold on his exposed skin, as he had no protection. But he stood against it, forcing himself to ignore the slices of wind that hurled passed him. He would never turn to anybody except Bakura for comfort from now on.
The chariots dashed across the frozen sands, leaving small tracks in the snow. The way was rough, but Yami managed to remain standing.
As the grand city of Thebes came into their view, the chariot's runner hit a large rock buried beneath the snow. Yami lost his balance and fell into Set's tall frame.
"Be careful now, we wouldn't want our little prince to get hurt," Set suggested, a pleased smile crossing his face. Yami didn't see it nor did he resent that Set had called him 'little', he was more concerned about the arm now firmly pressing him against Set. He tried to rip free of Set's grip, but Set was too strong.
Set eventually released Yami, but only as the city's rebuilt walls loomed over them. Once through the gate, they were hailed and cheered by many people as they worked their way through the snow packed streets. Yami was shocked at the number of people on the streets.
"I thought they had all been taken as slaves!" he exclaimed. Set chuckled.
"You didn't think that we would just abandon them to slavery, did you? No, after we broke free from the Syrians' hold, we freed every captive in that city. Everyone got out before we destroyed it," Set explained.
The horses pulled the chariots now without being maneuvered by Set. As they wove through the crowds, they pulled around the corner of a particularly large building; Yami got his first sight at the new palace.
It was bigger and more beautiful than he had remembered it. Workers were standing atop tall, rickety scaffolding, placing ivy and other extras on the exterior of the walls. He voiced his opinion to Set, who then explained more things to Yami.
"We decided to take advantage of our enemies' spoils. They were rich, so now we are rich. Besides, you're going to be king here, and a palace has to be suitable for the king. And you are beautiful, so why shouldn't your palace be beautiful?" he stated.
Yami was a little surprised by Set's last remark. Set thought he was beautiful? Yami sincerely hoped he didn't mean it.
Bakura watched the two chariots top the horizon and vanish over it. He sighed. He wished Yami didn't have to go, but he knew it was for the best.
He walked back to the cave, trying hard to ignore every fresh imprint in the snow created by Yami. The sled brought back many memories; it sat motionless by the door. As he entered his little home, tears clouded his eyes once more. In every direction he looked, something reminded him of Yami. The tri-haired prince wouldn't leave him alone. The bowls that had once held their stew, the blankets they had slept under and the mat they had shared. The last pushed the tears over the brink of his eyes. Tears hit the ground as he fell to his knees
"Why did you have to leave me? Why couldn't you have stayed with me, like you wanted to?" he cried. Scrambling to his feet, he stumbled over to the mat. Grabbing one of the blankets that had covered their bodies the night before; he curled up into a loose ball and allowed his thoughts to argue.
'Yami only left you for a better life. Once he becomes Pharaoh, he'll have access to every individual in the country. Why would he choose a pathetic thief like you?' one of his thoughts sneered.
'Yami only left you because he had to. He wanted to stay with you, but the country needed him and you agreed with that concept,' another argued back.
The discussion continued all night, disturbing Bakura's dreams with taunting remarks. Yami made frequent appearances, either shoving him away while claiming he didn't need a lowlife like Bakura or trying to get back to his embrace forever.
Bakura woke exhausted the next morning, still split in his opinions. Half of him believed that Yami loved him, the other half believed Yami never wanted anything to do with him ever again. Confusion filled him.
Dias: My chapters aren't getting any longer right now. But this is chapter nine; chapter twelve is twice the size as chapter nine written.
Dark Dias: I know that.
Dias: Whatever. I'm going to keep typing now. Please leave me a review, it helps me morally. And because I am infuriated at the amount of reviews I am getting.....
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"So I have to go with you then?" Yami asked, worry and discontent edging on his voice.
"Of course Atemu. Slaves and citizens alike are rebuilding the palace as we speak, so that when it's done, your coronation can take place immediately afterwards But until that time, we have to keep you safe and out of danger. It won't be long until the palace in finished," Mahaado explained.
Yami glanced at Bakura. His eyes showed uncertainty.
"You have to go Yami, oops, I mean Atemu. If Egypt is to enter the world as strong as it was before, it will need a strong king to lead it," he said dejectedly. Yami turned his head and took a step towards Set's chariot. Before he could take another step, however, he whipped himself around and propelled himself at Bakura. Tears slipped from his eyes and were absorbed by Bakura's snow covered cloak.
"I don't want to leave you. I want to stay in your arms," he cried. Yami's hands were clutched into fists on Bakura's rough shirt.
"Yami, shh, it's okay. Please stop crying," Bakura pleaded, feeling tears collect in his own eyes. Holding them back, he bent his head down and caught Yami's lips with his own for a brief kiss.
"No matter how far away you are, I will always feel the same love for you," he confessed, feeling the wetness of tears coat his cheeks. Looking at Yami, he noticed a sad yet expectant look on the prince's face.
Before Yami could say anything in return, Bakura pushed him in the direction of the chariots.
The priests were completely oblivious to the words that had been shared between the two of them Neither of them had seen the tears, or the kiss. The horses were becoming antsy and the priests were impatient. As Bakura gave Yami a nudge, Set roughly grabbed his upper arm and yanked him aggressively into the waiting chariot.
The horses took off, sending another shower of ice into the air. Yami watched as the small oasis shrunk and finally disappeared into the distance. With it went who had loved him deeper than physical; the one person he had loved with his whole soul.
Yami turned to face forward and towards their general destination. The wind was cold on his exposed skin, as he had no protection. But he stood against it, forcing himself to ignore the slices of wind that hurled passed him. He would never turn to anybody except Bakura for comfort from now on.
The chariots dashed across the frozen sands, leaving small tracks in the snow. The way was rough, but Yami managed to remain standing.
As the grand city of Thebes came into their view, the chariot's runner hit a large rock buried beneath the snow. Yami lost his balance and fell into Set's tall frame.
"Be careful now, we wouldn't want our little prince to get hurt," Set suggested, a pleased smile crossing his face. Yami didn't see it nor did he resent that Set had called him 'little', he was more concerned about the arm now firmly pressing him against Set. He tried to rip free of Set's grip, but Set was too strong.
Set eventually released Yami, but only as the city's rebuilt walls loomed over them. Once through the gate, they were hailed and cheered by many people as they worked their way through the snow packed streets. Yami was shocked at the number of people on the streets.
"I thought they had all been taken as slaves!" he exclaimed. Set chuckled.
"You didn't think that we would just abandon them to slavery, did you? No, after we broke free from the Syrians' hold, we freed every captive in that city. Everyone got out before we destroyed it," Set explained.
The horses pulled the chariots now without being maneuvered by Set. As they wove through the crowds, they pulled around the corner of a particularly large building; Yami got his first sight at the new palace.
It was bigger and more beautiful than he had remembered it. Workers were standing atop tall, rickety scaffolding, placing ivy and other extras on the exterior of the walls. He voiced his opinion to Set, who then explained more things to Yami.
"We decided to take advantage of our enemies' spoils. They were rich, so now we are rich. Besides, you're going to be king here, and a palace has to be suitable for the king. And you are beautiful, so why shouldn't your palace be beautiful?" he stated.
Yami was a little surprised by Set's last remark. Set thought he was beautiful? Yami sincerely hoped he didn't mean it.
Bakura watched the two chariots top the horizon and vanish over it. He sighed. He wished Yami didn't have to go, but he knew it was for the best.
He walked back to the cave, trying hard to ignore every fresh imprint in the snow created by Yami. The sled brought back many memories; it sat motionless by the door. As he entered his little home, tears clouded his eyes once more. In every direction he looked, something reminded him of Yami. The tri-haired prince wouldn't leave him alone. The bowls that had once held their stew, the blankets they had slept under and the mat they had shared. The last pushed the tears over the brink of his eyes. Tears hit the ground as he fell to his knees
"Why did you have to leave me? Why couldn't you have stayed with me, like you wanted to?" he cried. Scrambling to his feet, he stumbled over to the mat. Grabbing one of the blankets that had covered their bodies the night before; he curled up into a loose ball and allowed his thoughts to argue.
'Yami only left you for a better life. Once he becomes Pharaoh, he'll have access to every individual in the country. Why would he choose a pathetic thief like you?' one of his thoughts sneered.
'Yami only left you because he had to. He wanted to stay with you, but the country needed him and you agreed with that concept,' another argued back.
The discussion continued all night, disturbing Bakura's dreams with taunting remarks. Yami made frequent appearances, either shoving him away while claiming he didn't need a lowlife like Bakura or trying to get back to his embrace forever.
Bakura woke exhausted the next morning, still split in his opinions. Half of him believed that Yami loved him, the other half believed Yami never wanted anything to do with him ever again. Confusion filled him.
Dias: My chapters aren't getting any longer right now. But this is chapter nine; chapter twelve is twice the size as chapter nine written.
Dark Dias: I know that.
Dias: Whatever. I'm going to keep typing now. Please leave me a review, it helps me morally. And because I am infuriated at the amount of reviews I am getting.....
Dark Dias: Or not getting.
Dias: Right. As I was saying, I'm only going to post on Saturdays from now on unless reviews pick up. Got that? Good. Now push the purple button down there and make me happy. Thanks