Thanks for the reviews Shaami and QHII. Shaami, I'm not trying to kill you
-_- just calm down and before you say you are, just hush. QHII, thanks for
the plushie ^_^ *hugs Malik plushie* and thanks for the compliment.
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It's strange to be in Egypt, everything has changed from when I last saw it, though I expect it is the most unusual to Sah, no loyal subjects or gold in sight. Speaking of gold, I wonder if anyone found my hideout or if everything I took is still there. Enough digression Nub, you're not here for that, regardless of how tempting returning to old habits may be.
Currently, I am sifting through some rubble in the hopes of finding the scripture we need. The others, being An, Sah, Ishizu, Malik, Kaiba and Shadi are doing the same in other locations of the former city. Unfortunately, only Kaiba and myself have any real idea what we're looking for.
I hear Malik call, saying he's 'found something', but I ignore it, up to now, every time someone's said that it's been a complete waste of time, causing me to lose track of what I'm doing and where I've already looked. However, Kaiba, or should I be calling him Messheps? Anyway, he just called saying that Malik may well have found it, so now I have to look over the document as well, so the two of us can determine if it is the ritual we're looking for.
"This had better not be another blatant misuse of my time." I state snidely.
"Shut up thief and take a look instead." Messheps snaps back.
I snatch the manuscript from him and glance through it. From the format and wording, it's definitely a ritual, but there is no clear explanation of what the ritual is for. From my understanding, the Noble's had a lot of ritual manuscripts, so this could be for practically anything. Unfortunately, because they were so revered, they couldn't afford to make it obvious what the documents were for.
"You're High-born Messheps, shouldn't you be able to tell what this thing is for? After all, they didn't want anyone else understanding this stuff." I ask tersely.
"High-born, not Noble, I'm not completely sure on the codes they used, I was hoping the lady would have told you something." He replies, disgusting dignified.
"No priest, she didn't. Unsurprisingly, she thought you would know."
"Well I don't, I wasn't brought up here, so I didn't learn these things."
"Enough bickering! Can't you just ask her or something? Ryou did say she's been keeping an eye on you guys." Malik is the surprising voice of reason.
Still, I'm in a bad mood and his comment is misinformed, so I have no intention of being polite about this.
"If it were that easy to come and go from the Chaos Realm, we wouldn't be trying this. So, no."
"Please don't start with Malik niisan, he was only trying to help. May I see the scripture?" An interludes.
I shrug and pass it to him, then walk away from them far enough to sit idly on a fallen pillar. What good would An looking at it do? It isn't as though he's connected with them in any way. Although, having said that, Nef did teach him some things concerning her kind, so maybe reading the hidden coding was part of that? I think she bought some odd-looking scriptures for him to work through with her on at least one occasion.
"An, did Nef teach you how to decipher the codes?" I ask tentatively.
He nods slightly, without looking up, obviously trying not to lose track of where he is. I am slightly surprised that she taught him it, even if she did trust him, it wasn't normal practice, not even the people that lived in Perensheps were allowed to know the Noble's secrets. I wonder if Messheps would have even been taught had Pharaoh Ankhnetjer not destroyed everything.
After about fifteen minutes of An slowly working through the text and making illegible notes on it, I find myself becoming very restless and somewhat agitated. I don't understand how everyone else can sit around so patiently, because this is driving me mad.
Surprisingly, Malik walks over to me and takes a seat on the pillar. He looks as though he wants to ask me something, but is hesitant to do so. I tilt my head inquisitively, to let him know I'm not going snap if he talks to me. He nods slightly, but still seems unsure.
"I seem to know this place and I knew where about to look for the text. How is that possible?"
He seems very concerned about this and I have to try hard to suppress a grin. Perhaps Merenra remembering anything isn't so unlikely after all. Still, how could Perensheps be familiar to him?
"This will probably be hard to accept, but you existed in my time, just like Ryou and Kaiba. Though I don't know why you would have come here, it would have been destroyed by the time you were old enough to have memory of it."
He shakes his head, though it I concerning my latter comment, not my explanation of his previous existence.
"No, I know it like this, I remember being bought here by a girl, something like a training exercise I think."
"Could you describe the girl Malik?"
I have to know if Nef bought him here and if so, why. I know Merenra worked at the palace, mainly under her supervision. That was how he got introduced to us. Malik is once again hesitant to answer me.
"She had burgundy, shoulder-length hair and emerald eyes, oh and she was pretty short."
I nod slightly, the description undoubtedly Nef. I don't understand why she would have brought him here though. He said it was training, but how could any sort of training be done here and why would she have shown him where this ritual was kept? I don't even know what position Merenra held in the palace, we never spoke of work, unless it was trying to convince Nef to join in with mine. I notice Malik waiting expectantly, so I suppose I'd better answer his unasked question.
"She is who we're trying to help, Saharen's sister, Nefersheps."
"But that would have made her royalty, why would I have been here with her? How could I have even known her? She didn't seem like royalty to me."
This time I do grin at his numerous questions. I suppose to someone looking from the outside, it must seem almost impossible for such things to have been real.
"Nef didn't like titles, she hated being treated like she was more important, hence her insistence of being called 'Nef', instead of 'Queen' or 'Nefersheps'. You were with her because you were assigned to her, but I don't know how you knew her, or why you were here."
He nods slightly and turns his attention back to An briefly.
"What was my name then thief?" He asks, without turning back to me.
"Your name was Merenra, which ironically means 'beloved of Ra', considering your attachment to the kami no card."
He smiles slightly at that, though his attention still remains on An, I wonder if his feelings for my ototo are returning as well. At that moment, An looks up and smiles.
"This is it, Malik really found it."
Time seems to stop at this point; it's hard to believe that this has happened so soon, hard to believe that soon, Nef will be gone. As soon as night falls & the full moon rises in the sky, the ritual begins, then we lose our light for good.
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Well, that ending was kind of depressive. Next chapter could be the last, or maybe the one after that if I manage to stretch things slightly further. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter and please review. Ja ne.
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It's strange to be in Egypt, everything has changed from when I last saw it, though I expect it is the most unusual to Sah, no loyal subjects or gold in sight. Speaking of gold, I wonder if anyone found my hideout or if everything I took is still there. Enough digression Nub, you're not here for that, regardless of how tempting returning to old habits may be.
Currently, I am sifting through some rubble in the hopes of finding the scripture we need. The others, being An, Sah, Ishizu, Malik, Kaiba and Shadi are doing the same in other locations of the former city. Unfortunately, only Kaiba and myself have any real idea what we're looking for.
I hear Malik call, saying he's 'found something', but I ignore it, up to now, every time someone's said that it's been a complete waste of time, causing me to lose track of what I'm doing and where I've already looked. However, Kaiba, or should I be calling him Messheps? Anyway, he just called saying that Malik may well have found it, so now I have to look over the document as well, so the two of us can determine if it is the ritual we're looking for.
"This had better not be another blatant misuse of my time." I state snidely.
"Shut up thief and take a look instead." Messheps snaps back.
I snatch the manuscript from him and glance through it. From the format and wording, it's definitely a ritual, but there is no clear explanation of what the ritual is for. From my understanding, the Noble's had a lot of ritual manuscripts, so this could be for practically anything. Unfortunately, because they were so revered, they couldn't afford to make it obvious what the documents were for.
"You're High-born Messheps, shouldn't you be able to tell what this thing is for? After all, they didn't want anyone else understanding this stuff." I ask tersely.
"High-born, not Noble, I'm not completely sure on the codes they used, I was hoping the lady would have told you something." He replies, disgusting dignified.
"No priest, she didn't. Unsurprisingly, she thought you would know."
"Well I don't, I wasn't brought up here, so I didn't learn these things."
"Enough bickering! Can't you just ask her or something? Ryou did say she's been keeping an eye on you guys." Malik is the surprising voice of reason.
Still, I'm in a bad mood and his comment is misinformed, so I have no intention of being polite about this.
"If it were that easy to come and go from the Chaos Realm, we wouldn't be trying this. So, no."
"Please don't start with Malik niisan, he was only trying to help. May I see the scripture?" An interludes.
I shrug and pass it to him, then walk away from them far enough to sit idly on a fallen pillar. What good would An looking at it do? It isn't as though he's connected with them in any way. Although, having said that, Nef did teach him some things concerning her kind, so maybe reading the hidden coding was part of that? I think she bought some odd-looking scriptures for him to work through with her on at least one occasion.
"An, did Nef teach you how to decipher the codes?" I ask tentatively.
He nods slightly, without looking up, obviously trying not to lose track of where he is. I am slightly surprised that she taught him it, even if she did trust him, it wasn't normal practice, not even the people that lived in Perensheps were allowed to know the Noble's secrets. I wonder if Messheps would have even been taught had Pharaoh Ankhnetjer not destroyed everything.
After about fifteen minutes of An slowly working through the text and making illegible notes on it, I find myself becoming very restless and somewhat agitated. I don't understand how everyone else can sit around so patiently, because this is driving me mad.
Surprisingly, Malik walks over to me and takes a seat on the pillar. He looks as though he wants to ask me something, but is hesitant to do so. I tilt my head inquisitively, to let him know I'm not going snap if he talks to me. He nods slightly, but still seems unsure.
"I seem to know this place and I knew where about to look for the text. How is that possible?"
He seems very concerned about this and I have to try hard to suppress a grin. Perhaps Merenra remembering anything isn't so unlikely after all. Still, how could Perensheps be familiar to him?
"This will probably be hard to accept, but you existed in my time, just like Ryou and Kaiba. Though I don't know why you would have come here, it would have been destroyed by the time you were old enough to have memory of it."
He shakes his head, though it I concerning my latter comment, not my explanation of his previous existence.
"No, I know it like this, I remember being bought here by a girl, something like a training exercise I think."
"Could you describe the girl Malik?"
I have to know if Nef bought him here and if so, why. I know Merenra worked at the palace, mainly under her supervision. That was how he got introduced to us. Malik is once again hesitant to answer me.
"She had burgundy, shoulder-length hair and emerald eyes, oh and she was pretty short."
I nod slightly, the description undoubtedly Nef. I don't understand why she would have brought him here though. He said it was training, but how could any sort of training be done here and why would she have shown him where this ritual was kept? I don't even know what position Merenra held in the palace, we never spoke of work, unless it was trying to convince Nef to join in with mine. I notice Malik waiting expectantly, so I suppose I'd better answer his unasked question.
"She is who we're trying to help, Saharen's sister, Nefersheps."
"But that would have made her royalty, why would I have been here with her? How could I have even known her? She didn't seem like royalty to me."
This time I do grin at his numerous questions. I suppose to someone looking from the outside, it must seem almost impossible for such things to have been real.
"Nef didn't like titles, she hated being treated like she was more important, hence her insistence of being called 'Nef', instead of 'Queen' or 'Nefersheps'. You were with her because you were assigned to her, but I don't know how you knew her, or why you were here."
He nods slightly and turns his attention back to An briefly.
"What was my name then thief?" He asks, without turning back to me.
"Your name was Merenra, which ironically means 'beloved of Ra', considering your attachment to the kami no card."
He smiles slightly at that, though his attention still remains on An, I wonder if his feelings for my ototo are returning as well. At that moment, An looks up and smiles.
"This is it, Malik really found it."
Time seems to stop at this point; it's hard to believe that this has happened so soon, hard to believe that soon, Nef will be gone. As soon as night falls & the full moon rises in the sky, the ritual begins, then we lose our light for good.
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Well, that ending was kind of depressive. Next chapter could be the last, or maybe the one after that if I manage to stretch things slightly further. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter and please review. Ja ne.
