Chapter Twelve: Coronation
Yami sat on his bed; his feet swinging aimlessly as the two serving girls fussed over what he was going to wear. The next day was to be his coronation; butterflies rose in his stomach just thinking about it. The priests had met and agreed; it would be best for the young prince to take the throne as soon as possible.
Therefore, Yami sat contently on his bed, occasionally having to stand for a fit test. The two girls were making sure the clothing matched his unique hair, or if a certain piece of jewelry would coincide with his skin tone.
The sun had completely dropped below the horizon when Taira and Khin presented Yami with a complete set of clothing for his coronation.
They had finally settled on a simple white silk kilt and top with plain gold embroidery around the edges. A black belt lay folded on top, it's edges also trimmed with gold thread. Hanging over the edge of the chair, was a dark, royal purple cloak that would cover his bare shoulders. To complete the outfit, various gold pieces were set out on his chest of drawers.
As he was examining the numerous articles of gold, a pale hand scurried across the top of the piece of furniture towards the jewelry. One of the slender fingers grazed a small, golden armband. Yami watched in amusement as the hand snapped closed around the armband and rapidly pulled back to where it had came from.
"Bakura, put it back. I need that for tomorrow," Yami chuckled. The gold was flung over the edge of the wood and landed neatly in the pile in front of Yami.
"You don't need it. Look at all the other jewelry you have to wear," came Bakura's voice from the curtain hanging nearby.
"If it's not there tomorrow, Taira and Khin will personally murder me. I'm expected to wear everything that they selected," Yami pouted. "And I know you don't want me dead. That gold will stay exactly where it is."
Bakura snorted and fell silent. The thief poked his head out from behind the curtain cautiously. Yami went out into the hall to talk to the assortment of guards. Bakura crept close enough to the door to catch the tail end of their conversation.
The guards nodded as Yami turned and re-entered his room. He walked through the door and was immediately attacked by Bakura. Giving in to Bakura's rough kiss, he sighed and leaned against the thief.
"I missed the taste of your lips," Bakura mumbled, catching the prince's mouth in another quick kiss.
"Bakura, I have to sleep. The process for the coronation starts at dawn, in case you didn't know," Yami informed the taller of the two.
"Fine. I'll let you have your 'beauty sleep'. Are you happy, Pharaoh?" Bakura mocked, letting go of the prince.
"You can't call me that yet. Not until tomorrow," Yami replied in the same mocking tone. He pulled Bakura into a hug and gave him a light peck on the cheek. "Goodnight, Bakura."
Yawning, Yami flipped the covers of his bed back and crawled beneath them. Bakura's pale hands reached over and pulled the blankets gently up to Yami's chin. Said prince's head sank deep into the multiple pillows, disappearing from sight.
Bakura waited for Yami to fall asleep before climbing into the large bed beside him. Yami moaned and tosses in his sleep as the thief rested his arm across his lithe form. Yami flipped over and set his face into Bakura's chest. He let out a weary sigh and fell into a deeper sleep. The pale haired one smiled tiredly and pulled Yami into a tight embrace.
Bakura woke before the first rays of light had hit the palace walls. Climbing stiffly out of the bed, he instantly missed the soft comfort of the silk sheets and Yami's warm body. Stretching his arms, he jumped when the door clicked open.
The two serving girls from the day before walked into the room. The older one, Taira, caught sight of Bakura sooner than he could hide. He froze as she started towards him.
"I'm not going to do anything. I know who you must be," she said after she was close enough for Bakura to hear her whisper. Bakura gave her his best dumbfounded look, hoping that she would buy it.
"You know who I am? I'm flattered. But if you know who I am, then why aren't you running for the guards?" Bakura wondered aloud. Taira just laughed.
"With the way the prince kept glancing quickly over at that curtain," she indicated the curtain he had hide behind, "I would have had to be blind to miss something that big going on. Plus, I saw your rather.....unique.....sandals," she explained.
Bakura looked down at his feet.
"Ah, shit," he muttered. In his hurry to get away from the oasis and to Thebes, he had grabbed the first sandals he had seen. As it turned out, they were mismatched. Taira laughed again.
"Since you're really not supposed to be here, I'll let you wake him up as your punishment. Unless he's changed, which I highly doubt, he was always an evening person," she chuckled.
Bakura walked over to where Yami was still asleep and lightly shook his shoulders. He was promptly bashed over the head with a pillow. Yami's eyes peeled open to reveal a pair of pissed off eyes. The two girls gasped in fear, but Bakura leaned over a pressed a light kiss to Yami's lips.
"Good morning beautiful. It's time get up," Bakura said cheerfully. Yami's eyes fluttered shut, but opened right afterwards.
"Oh, sorry Bakura. I should have warned you before, I'm not very thrilled when someone wakes me up rudely," he explained as he lazily swung his legs out from under the covers.
Standing up, he threw himself into Bakura's body; flinging his arms around the thief as he did so, pinning his arms to his side. Lifting himself up on his toes, he placed a soft kiss on Bakura's lips.
"Thanks for holding me last night. I was very comfortable," Yami whispered into Bakura's ear, leaning fully on the taller one.
"You're welcome. But your coronation starts soon and I think these two ladies here would like to see you properly dressed for once," Bakura whispered back.
Yami whipped his head in the direction Bakura had indicated. There stood Taira and Khin, both giggling wildly into their hands, which were placed firmly over their mouths. Yami flushed and moved away from Bakura.
"Don't you worry about it Young Highness. We caught your friend this morning, as he was getting out of your bed. We won't tell anyone," Taira confessed.
Yami let out a sigh of relief.
"I guess I should get dressed, shouldn't I?" he suggested.
Taira and Khin were immediately at his side a second later, handing him the silk clothing and pushing him off in the direction of a designated changing area. Handing Bakura the gold embroidered belt, they sent him off after the retreating back of the prince.
Bakura walked behind the curtain to find Yami struggling with his shirt. Dropping the belt nearby, he took in the scene, almost laughing.
Yami's arms were twisted in the white silk; his hands were high in the arm. The youth acknowledged Bakura's presence and stopped straining the material.
"Bakura? Can you help me? I seem the be stuck."
Bakura strode over to where Yami now stood still. Walking circles around him, Bakura devised a plan.
"Help you say? Now why should I help you when you're trapped in pretty position? Like that I can see your chest. It's very pretty," he joked, running a finger down the exposed skin.
Yami pouted and began to fight with the stubborn shirt again. In his turning and twisting, Yami slipped on a discarded article of clothing and fell into Bakura.
"Okay, fine. I'll help you," Bakura joked again. Yami regained his balance and stood still as Bakura reached forward and gently reached for the silk. Rapidly changing the destination of his fingers, he poked Yami lightly in the side.
Yami jumped and squealed in surprise, causing Taira and Khin to rush to see what was going on. They walked in to find Yami's arms pointing to the roof and Bakura doubled over in silent round of laughter.
The two girls watched as Yami finally got his shirt over his head and on his body the way it was designed to be worn. He turned and proceeded to tackle Bakura.
Taira cleared her throat, bringing the attention of two rolling on the ground to her.
"If you two have quite finished flirting, we have more work to do. We don't have much time left," she demanded.
Both Bakura and Yami blushed as the two disappeared. Yami quickly pulled on the kilt and Bakura adjusted the black belt onto Yami's hips. Together, holding hands, they reappeared in the main room.
Considering how much time had gone by, the two girls pushed Bakura out of the way and attacked Yami with various pieces of jewelry. With the gold in place, they added a bit of khol to his eyelids and ochre to his lips.
They had finished the last stroke of ink as the sun showed its full face. Bakura gazed in complete awe as Yami slowly turned in a circle.
"He looks like a god," the thief muttered. The girls completely agreed.
A solemn knock sounded at the door. Bakura dove out of sight as the heavy wooden door was heaved open. Accompanied by the two guards, all six priests walked single file across the threshold and into Yami's room. They were all in their traditional garbs.
Yami turned to face them; his cloak flaring out behind his back. Bakura was completely hidden beneath Yami's exquisite bed, yet his eyes never moved from Set.
The priests split apart from their line, allowing Yami to walk between them. Creating a secure circle around him, they set off in to the halls, Set leading them.
All the servants; both the young and the older, and the male and females, lined up against the walls to watch the slow procession. Yami recognized a few of the older ones, but there were others he suspected were Syrian. The ones he did remember were weeping, tears of joy flowing from their eyes.
The procession went all the way to the Grand Entrance in the front of the palace. A few paces from the bottom of the flight of wide stairs, was the rest of Thebes.
Yami could feel his stomach churning; imaginary butterflies fluttering around and knots tying themselves in various places. As the priests separated again, Yami found himself facing thousands of people. Twice as many eyes fell immediately on him.
Set began the coronation rituals, but his words were lost to Yami's ears. His main focus was the crowd looking up at him. As a round of triumphant shouts ran through the gathered people, Yami caught a slow movement in the corner of his eye.
On of the priests' apprentices, looking very pleased with himself, was slowly walking forward, carrying a plush scarlet pillow. Balanced on the pillow was a solid gold crown.
The previous crown had been stolen in the destruction of Thebes, so a new one had been fashioned. The unique crown boasted the eye of Horus in the middle with two wings designed after Ra's jutting out from the side.
Set gently lifted the headpiece from its resting place. Yami, remembering the sequence of the ceremonial events, turned and kneeled at Set's feet. He graciously dropped his head to allow the crown to be placed.
He felt the weight of the crown being set upon his forehead, Set's hand lingering slightly longer that need called for. The tall priest stepped back and Yami waited for the final point of the coronation.
"Rise, Atemu, King of Egypt, and greet your loyal subjects," Set commanded. Yami rose to his feet and faced the people below. As he turned, the six priests fell formally in front of him, in a bow of obedience and respect. Following suit, the collected people dropped to their knees as well, causing a ripple effect.
The priest rose and once again formed a tight circle around him. They walked through the halls in complete silence, as if their tongues had been cut out. The servants still lining the halls flattened themselves against the floor as he walked passed.
Yami was taken back to his rooms, where a hot meal was waiting for him. The priests then departed and left him in peace, as was the custom.
As soon as the door had been closed, Bakura rolled out from underneath the bed, dragging a separate tray with him. Looking at Yami's confused glare, Bakura explained.
"After you left, Khin came back with two trays. She gave one specifically to me," Bakura grinned with an added burp. He put his tray to the side and let his eyes fall on the crown now adorning Yami's tanned forehead.
"I wonder how much I could get for that," he though aloud.
"No one would buy it from you if you did steal it. The punishment for touching the King's crown is death and anyone found trying to sell it would be executed on the spot," Yami ran off. He sighed tiredly and glanced out over his balcony.
"You're tired, I can tell," Bakura expressed concerned. Yami nodded and sighed again.
"I'm now the single, most important person in the entire country. Thousands of people depend on me alone and my High Priest, I now know, wants to rape me. What a wonderful life I live now," Yami ranted sarcastically.
Bakura wrapped his arms around the new king, pulling him closer. Bending his neck, he placed a kiss on the back of Yami's neck.
"Don't worry. You can lean on me if you want. And don't worry about Set, if he tries anything, he'll have to answer to me," Bakura reassured him.
"I don't want you to die," Yami whispered, turning and burying himself in Bakura's arms.
They stood like that for what felt like an hour until a rumbling noise from Yami's stomach split them up. Bakura chuckled as Yami stared down at his midsection in disbelief.
"I guess you should eat now, shouldn't you?" Bakura laughed. The thief redirected Yami's attention towards the waiting tray of food, which, surprising, was still steaming.
Yami picked up the tray and moved it to his bed. Sighing again, he set it down and proceeded to remove the excess clothing that decorated his body.
Bakura helped remove most of Yami's jewelry, dropping it in a small wooden box that was still sitting on his chest of drawers. The crown he placed on its pillow beside his bed, its ornament wings catching the rays of the sun. The cloak was taken off and replaced in its proper spot in the hidden closet.
Yami remained in his silk clothing. He returned to the tray as if magnetized to it and rapidly devoured its contents. Using the cloth provided, he attempted to wipe away the remainders off his face.
"Let me help you," Bakura stated, sitting down beside Yami. Leaning over, his tongue brushed over the stubborn food, cleaning it away. Yami giggled.
"That tickles Bakura," he laughed.
The door open and Bakura instinctively tensed. There was no need. Taira and Khin walked in with a bow and were disappointed to find that Yami had taken off his accessories by himself. Offering more curt bows, they cleared away the empty dishes and left the room grinning.
A yawn escaped from Yami's mouth as he fell back into the comfort of the many pillows.
"Bakura, you don't have to stay. I just want to sleep and tradition states that no one except servants may enter my chambers until the morning after my coronation," Yami explained, yawning again.
Bakura considered his options as Yami rolled under the blankets.
"Alright then, I'll trust your judgement. I have business in the city anyway," Bakura decided. "Goodnight Pharaoh."
Yami turned over and walloped Bakura over the head with a large pillow.
"I don't want to hear that title coming from you, okay? I just want you to call me by my name," Yami complained from the pillows.
"Which one? Atemu or Yami?" Bakura continued to mock.
"Bakura.....You know which one I mean," Yami moaned. "Now go away and let me sleep."
The pale thief leaned over and gave Yami a light kiss on his sleeping cheek and walked towards the silk curtain that led to the balcony. Before stepping out into the sun, he turned and looked back at the boy lying almost completely hidden under the fluffiness of the blankets.
"Sweet dreams, my Yami."
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Yami sat on his bed; his feet swinging aimlessly as the two serving girls fussed over what he was going to wear. The next day was to be his coronation; butterflies rose in his stomach just thinking about it. The priests had met and agreed; it would be best for the young prince to take the throne as soon as possible.
Therefore, Yami sat contently on his bed, occasionally having to stand for a fit test. The two girls were making sure the clothing matched his unique hair, or if a certain piece of jewelry would coincide with his skin tone.
The sun had completely dropped below the horizon when Taira and Khin presented Yami with a complete set of clothing for his coronation.
They had finally settled on a simple white silk kilt and top with plain gold embroidery around the edges. A black belt lay folded on top, it's edges also trimmed with gold thread. Hanging over the edge of the chair, was a dark, royal purple cloak that would cover his bare shoulders. To complete the outfit, various gold pieces were set out on his chest of drawers.
As he was examining the numerous articles of gold, a pale hand scurried across the top of the piece of furniture towards the jewelry. One of the slender fingers grazed a small, golden armband. Yami watched in amusement as the hand snapped closed around the armband and rapidly pulled back to where it had came from.
"Bakura, put it back. I need that for tomorrow," Yami chuckled. The gold was flung over the edge of the wood and landed neatly in the pile in front of Yami.
"You don't need it. Look at all the other jewelry you have to wear," came Bakura's voice from the curtain hanging nearby.
"If it's not there tomorrow, Taira and Khin will personally murder me. I'm expected to wear everything that they selected," Yami pouted. "And I know you don't want me dead. That gold will stay exactly where it is."
Bakura snorted and fell silent. The thief poked his head out from behind the curtain cautiously. Yami went out into the hall to talk to the assortment of guards. Bakura crept close enough to the door to catch the tail end of their conversation.
The guards nodded as Yami turned and re-entered his room. He walked through the door and was immediately attacked by Bakura. Giving in to Bakura's rough kiss, he sighed and leaned against the thief.
"I missed the taste of your lips," Bakura mumbled, catching the prince's mouth in another quick kiss.
"Bakura, I have to sleep. The process for the coronation starts at dawn, in case you didn't know," Yami informed the taller of the two.
"Fine. I'll let you have your 'beauty sleep'. Are you happy, Pharaoh?" Bakura mocked, letting go of the prince.
"You can't call me that yet. Not until tomorrow," Yami replied in the same mocking tone. He pulled Bakura into a hug and gave him a light peck on the cheek. "Goodnight, Bakura."
Yawning, Yami flipped the covers of his bed back and crawled beneath them. Bakura's pale hands reached over and pulled the blankets gently up to Yami's chin. Said prince's head sank deep into the multiple pillows, disappearing from sight.
Bakura waited for Yami to fall asleep before climbing into the large bed beside him. Yami moaned and tosses in his sleep as the thief rested his arm across his lithe form. Yami flipped over and set his face into Bakura's chest. He let out a weary sigh and fell into a deeper sleep. The pale haired one smiled tiredly and pulled Yami into a tight embrace.
Bakura woke before the first rays of light had hit the palace walls. Climbing stiffly out of the bed, he instantly missed the soft comfort of the silk sheets and Yami's warm body. Stretching his arms, he jumped when the door clicked open.
The two serving girls from the day before walked into the room. The older one, Taira, caught sight of Bakura sooner than he could hide. He froze as she started towards him.
"I'm not going to do anything. I know who you must be," she said after she was close enough for Bakura to hear her whisper. Bakura gave her his best dumbfounded look, hoping that she would buy it.
"You know who I am? I'm flattered. But if you know who I am, then why aren't you running for the guards?" Bakura wondered aloud. Taira just laughed.
"With the way the prince kept glancing quickly over at that curtain," she indicated the curtain he had hide behind, "I would have had to be blind to miss something that big going on. Plus, I saw your rather.....unique.....sandals," she explained.
Bakura looked down at his feet.
"Ah, shit," he muttered. In his hurry to get away from the oasis and to Thebes, he had grabbed the first sandals he had seen. As it turned out, they were mismatched. Taira laughed again.
"Since you're really not supposed to be here, I'll let you wake him up as your punishment. Unless he's changed, which I highly doubt, he was always an evening person," she chuckled.
Bakura walked over to where Yami was still asleep and lightly shook his shoulders. He was promptly bashed over the head with a pillow. Yami's eyes peeled open to reveal a pair of pissed off eyes. The two girls gasped in fear, but Bakura leaned over a pressed a light kiss to Yami's lips.
"Good morning beautiful. It's time get up," Bakura said cheerfully. Yami's eyes fluttered shut, but opened right afterwards.
"Oh, sorry Bakura. I should have warned you before, I'm not very thrilled when someone wakes me up rudely," he explained as he lazily swung his legs out from under the covers.
Standing up, he threw himself into Bakura's body; flinging his arms around the thief as he did so, pinning his arms to his side. Lifting himself up on his toes, he placed a soft kiss on Bakura's lips.
"Thanks for holding me last night. I was very comfortable," Yami whispered into Bakura's ear, leaning fully on the taller one.
"You're welcome. But your coronation starts soon and I think these two ladies here would like to see you properly dressed for once," Bakura whispered back.
Yami whipped his head in the direction Bakura had indicated. There stood Taira and Khin, both giggling wildly into their hands, which were placed firmly over their mouths. Yami flushed and moved away from Bakura.
"Don't you worry about it Young Highness. We caught your friend this morning, as he was getting out of your bed. We won't tell anyone," Taira confessed.
Yami let out a sigh of relief.
"I guess I should get dressed, shouldn't I?" he suggested.
Taira and Khin were immediately at his side a second later, handing him the silk clothing and pushing him off in the direction of a designated changing area. Handing Bakura the gold embroidered belt, they sent him off after the retreating back of the prince.
Bakura walked behind the curtain to find Yami struggling with his shirt. Dropping the belt nearby, he took in the scene, almost laughing.
Yami's arms were twisted in the white silk; his hands were high in the arm. The youth acknowledged Bakura's presence and stopped straining the material.
"Bakura? Can you help me? I seem the be stuck."
Bakura strode over to where Yami now stood still. Walking circles around him, Bakura devised a plan.
"Help you say? Now why should I help you when you're trapped in pretty position? Like that I can see your chest. It's very pretty," he joked, running a finger down the exposed skin.
Yami pouted and began to fight with the stubborn shirt again. In his turning and twisting, Yami slipped on a discarded article of clothing and fell into Bakura.
"Okay, fine. I'll help you," Bakura joked again. Yami regained his balance and stood still as Bakura reached forward and gently reached for the silk. Rapidly changing the destination of his fingers, he poked Yami lightly in the side.
Yami jumped and squealed in surprise, causing Taira and Khin to rush to see what was going on. They walked in to find Yami's arms pointing to the roof and Bakura doubled over in silent round of laughter.
The two girls watched as Yami finally got his shirt over his head and on his body the way it was designed to be worn. He turned and proceeded to tackle Bakura.
Taira cleared her throat, bringing the attention of two rolling on the ground to her.
"If you two have quite finished flirting, we have more work to do. We don't have much time left," she demanded.
Both Bakura and Yami blushed as the two disappeared. Yami quickly pulled on the kilt and Bakura adjusted the black belt onto Yami's hips. Together, holding hands, they reappeared in the main room.
Considering how much time had gone by, the two girls pushed Bakura out of the way and attacked Yami with various pieces of jewelry. With the gold in place, they added a bit of khol to his eyelids and ochre to his lips.
They had finished the last stroke of ink as the sun showed its full face. Bakura gazed in complete awe as Yami slowly turned in a circle.
"He looks like a god," the thief muttered. The girls completely agreed.
A solemn knock sounded at the door. Bakura dove out of sight as the heavy wooden door was heaved open. Accompanied by the two guards, all six priests walked single file across the threshold and into Yami's room. They were all in their traditional garbs.
Yami turned to face them; his cloak flaring out behind his back. Bakura was completely hidden beneath Yami's exquisite bed, yet his eyes never moved from Set.
The priests split apart from their line, allowing Yami to walk between them. Creating a secure circle around him, they set off in to the halls, Set leading them.
All the servants; both the young and the older, and the male and females, lined up against the walls to watch the slow procession. Yami recognized a few of the older ones, but there were others he suspected were Syrian. The ones he did remember were weeping, tears of joy flowing from their eyes.
The procession went all the way to the Grand Entrance in the front of the palace. A few paces from the bottom of the flight of wide stairs, was the rest of Thebes.
Yami could feel his stomach churning; imaginary butterflies fluttering around and knots tying themselves in various places. As the priests separated again, Yami found himself facing thousands of people. Twice as many eyes fell immediately on him.
Set began the coronation rituals, but his words were lost to Yami's ears. His main focus was the crowd looking up at him. As a round of triumphant shouts ran through the gathered people, Yami caught a slow movement in the corner of his eye.
On of the priests' apprentices, looking very pleased with himself, was slowly walking forward, carrying a plush scarlet pillow. Balanced on the pillow was a solid gold crown.
The previous crown had been stolen in the destruction of Thebes, so a new one had been fashioned. The unique crown boasted the eye of Horus in the middle with two wings designed after Ra's jutting out from the side.
Set gently lifted the headpiece from its resting place. Yami, remembering the sequence of the ceremonial events, turned and kneeled at Set's feet. He graciously dropped his head to allow the crown to be placed.
He felt the weight of the crown being set upon his forehead, Set's hand lingering slightly longer that need called for. The tall priest stepped back and Yami waited for the final point of the coronation.
"Rise, Atemu, King of Egypt, and greet your loyal subjects," Set commanded. Yami rose to his feet and faced the people below. As he turned, the six priests fell formally in front of him, in a bow of obedience and respect. Following suit, the collected people dropped to their knees as well, causing a ripple effect.
The priest rose and once again formed a tight circle around him. They walked through the halls in complete silence, as if their tongues had been cut out. The servants still lining the halls flattened themselves against the floor as he walked passed.
Yami was taken back to his rooms, where a hot meal was waiting for him. The priests then departed and left him in peace, as was the custom.
As soon as the door had been closed, Bakura rolled out from underneath the bed, dragging a separate tray with him. Looking at Yami's confused glare, Bakura explained.
"After you left, Khin came back with two trays. She gave one specifically to me," Bakura grinned with an added burp. He put his tray to the side and let his eyes fall on the crown now adorning Yami's tanned forehead.
"I wonder how much I could get for that," he though aloud.
"No one would buy it from you if you did steal it. The punishment for touching the King's crown is death and anyone found trying to sell it would be executed on the spot," Yami ran off. He sighed tiredly and glanced out over his balcony.
"You're tired, I can tell," Bakura expressed concerned. Yami nodded and sighed again.
"I'm now the single, most important person in the entire country. Thousands of people depend on me alone and my High Priest, I now know, wants to rape me. What a wonderful life I live now," Yami ranted sarcastically.
Bakura wrapped his arms around the new king, pulling him closer. Bending his neck, he placed a kiss on the back of Yami's neck.
"Don't worry. You can lean on me if you want. And don't worry about Set, if he tries anything, he'll have to answer to me," Bakura reassured him.
"I don't want you to die," Yami whispered, turning and burying himself in Bakura's arms.
They stood like that for what felt like an hour until a rumbling noise from Yami's stomach split them up. Bakura chuckled as Yami stared down at his midsection in disbelief.
"I guess you should eat now, shouldn't you?" Bakura laughed. The thief redirected Yami's attention towards the waiting tray of food, which, surprising, was still steaming.
Yami picked up the tray and moved it to his bed. Sighing again, he set it down and proceeded to remove the excess clothing that decorated his body.
Bakura helped remove most of Yami's jewelry, dropping it in a small wooden box that was still sitting on his chest of drawers. The crown he placed on its pillow beside his bed, its ornament wings catching the rays of the sun. The cloak was taken off and replaced in its proper spot in the hidden closet.
Yami remained in his silk clothing. He returned to the tray as if magnetized to it and rapidly devoured its contents. Using the cloth provided, he attempted to wipe away the remainders off his face.
"Let me help you," Bakura stated, sitting down beside Yami. Leaning over, his tongue brushed over the stubborn food, cleaning it away. Yami giggled.
"That tickles Bakura," he laughed.
The door open and Bakura instinctively tensed. There was no need. Taira and Khin walked in with a bow and were disappointed to find that Yami had taken off his accessories by himself. Offering more curt bows, they cleared away the empty dishes and left the room grinning.
A yawn escaped from Yami's mouth as he fell back into the comfort of the many pillows.
"Bakura, you don't have to stay. I just want to sleep and tradition states that no one except servants may enter my chambers until the morning after my coronation," Yami explained, yawning again.
Bakura considered his options as Yami rolled under the blankets.
"Alright then, I'll trust your judgement. I have business in the city anyway," Bakura decided. "Goodnight Pharaoh."
Yami turned over and walloped Bakura over the head with a large pillow.
"I don't want to hear that title coming from you, okay? I just want you to call me by my name," Yami complained from the pillows.
"Which one? Atemu or Yami?" Bakura continued to mock.
"Bakura.....You know which one I mean," Yami moaned. "Now go away and let me sleep."
The pale thief leaned over and gave Yami a light kiss on his sleeping cheek and walked towards the silk curtain that led to the balcony. Before stepping out into the sun, he turned and looked back at the boy lying almost completely hidden under the fluffiness of the blankets.
"Sweet dreams, my Yami."
Dias: There, 7 pages. I hope you're all happy.
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