"Ankh Of Despair"
I hope that you liked the last chapter. I shall try to make this chapter interesting for you as I begin to develop the plot of this story. I must warn you that in my fanfictions I tend to wander away from the plot on many occasions, and what you believe is the plot may actually be just a minor idea. I like to make my stories a bit unexpected, so-to-speak. Enjoy chapter two.
An ANKH is an ancient Egyptian Cross meaning "LIFE".
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the show Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters. I do, however, own the plot of this story.
The morning sun flooded the streets as birds made sweet music for all to hear. The fresh smell of cooking eggs made its way to the noses of hungry children who still slept silently in their beds, waking them to start yet another day.
The palace was no different. The smell of a morning meal was down every corridor and in every room. Cooks hummed popular tunes as they went about their business preparing only the best of meals for the Pharaoh and the many other noblemen that resided within the palace.
A long table in the dining hall was set up to perfection. A lacy, silk cloth draped over it, and only the finest in pottery was placed on the table to be eaten off of. The food itself was placed in the center, and when one called for a certain item, it was brought to him by one of the many servants.
As the many hungry men and women entered the hall, the servants pulled out the chairs for them and bowed respectively while asking for orders.
Pharaoh Yami sat at the far end of the table in the largest, and by far the most state-of-the-art, of all the chairs in the dining hall. Seated near the Pharaoh were the Priests, Priest Seto and Akunadin being the closest to him, and from there, the lower your rank, the further down the table you were seated..
As though they had been starved for days, the many men and women dug into their food, being careful to watch their manners as much as possible so as not to upset the Pharaoh. Seto, however, only looked out the window that was near him, a glazed look in his eyes. He did this often, at least he did recently. It were as though he were fantasizing of something, almost like he wanted out of the palace. Perhaps that was why he made such frequent trips to the Sea Shrine.
Akunadin had just noticed Seto's failure to eat his breakfast, "Seto, you really should eat. You shall grow thin and weak if you do not do so." At his words, Seto snapped out of his daydream and began to drearily pick at the untouched food that sat before him. Akunadin smiled about it, taking no notion of the young priests unhappiness to do so.
The guards outside the palace kicked at the sand below their feet. Everyday, they stood watch, and everyday, the same thing happened. Absolutely nothing. No one ever attempted to get inside, no one ever attempted to kill them, no one even seemed to notice that the palace was even there.
One of the men hummed a desert march tune; the other man kept batting his eyes, as though he were trying to keep awake. The hot sun gleamed over the horizon, already baking the men, though it had yet to be the warmest hour of the day.
Off in the distance, the faintest sound of city life could be heard, as it was carried by the morning winds. Sounds of people chatting and horse hooves striking the ground repeatedly. This was an average day, in fact, no day had been out of the ordinary for 15 years. After the great war that followed the slaughter of Kuru Eluna village, the kingdom had lived in peace and happiness. Having put out palace guards almost seemed pointless, yet the men knew that when they least expected it, something would happen, someone would rebel against the kingdom and against the Pharaoh.
After the dragging breakfast had come to closure, priest Seto had hopped onto his horse and ridden off to his favorite spot. The Sea Shrine.
The breeze blew gently on the crystal water, rippling the surface. Setos azure eyes reflected the glistening beauty, taking in its tranquil image, allowing it to ease his tension. He let his knees give in to relaxation and fell to the edge of the water, causing only the most silent of sounds. With catlike grace, he removed his clothing and, without another thought, jumped into the pool that so wonderfully welcomed him.
Hidden in the shadows of this holy place, Akunadin watched his son strip the thin cloth from his fine form and dive into the water with only the utmost grace. Seto had never caught on to the elder priests presence, and that was for the best. What would Seto think of him if he knew that Akunadin had been watching him swim? Surely Seto would call the older priest a pervert, if he didn't say it out loud there is no doubt that he would think it. It was best if he just stayed hidden in the darkness and lay only his eyes on the blue-eyed beauty.
Yami paced in his bedroom, a fine breeze blowing in from the open doors that led out to his balcony. When he was young, he and his father would stand out on that balcony and talk of how one day, the entire kingdom would belong to Yami.
The young Pharaoh shook his head of those memories as he stepped out onto that balcony. It was a rather large city. Smoke billowed from small fires and dissipated in the morning sky. The sun was beginning to peak over the mountain that held the six sacred shrines as well as the Valley of the Kings.
The Sea Shrine. Priest Setos favorite getaway. Yami marveled as images of his cousins elegant form in the crystalline water came to mind. His eyes stared dreamily out in the direction in which Seto would be. Everyday, he disappeared to the shrine to take a swim or to just lay out.
"My Pharaoh..."
Yami snapped out of his little fantasy and wiped away the drool which had begun to run down his chin. Whirling around, his found himself facing a servant, "Yes? What is it?"
The man smiled a gentle smile and laughed a bit, "I have been ordered to ask if you are alright. You have seemed uneasy the past few days and Mahaado asks that you go out to town some time. You could use the fresh air."
Yami practically flew past the servant, eager to get out of the stuffy palace. The priests were usually too overprotective to let Yami out by himself. He wanted to leave before they had the chance to change their minds.
He mounted his horse and sped out of the palace gates. A day out in town was too boring. The Pharaoh new where he would go. The Sea Shrine.
Seto was sitting on the edge of the pool of water when Yami arrived. The young Pharaoh jumped down from his horse, being as silent as he could be, and moved ever closer to the youngest of the priests. The ruby-eyed boy came to a halt when Seto was in clear view. Yes, Seto was wet, but what made the boy stop and stare was the fact that Seto wasn't clothed at all.
With an unmatched elegance, the Pharaoh sat next to his cousin, taking his soft face in one hand and wrapping the other arm around the brunettes waist. Seto didn't seem startled, but he attempted to push the younger boy away. Taking no notice of Setos struggle, Yami pressed his lips against Setos in a passionate kiss
Sorry that I took so long to update. The moment that I post this chapter, I will get to work on the third chapter, I PROMISE! You know the drill, rate and review!
I hope that you liked the last chapter. I shall try to make this chapter interesting for you as I begin to develop the plot of this story. I must warn you that in my fanfictions I tend to wander away from the plot on many occasions, and what you believe is the plot may actually be just a minor idea. I like to make my stories a bit unexpected, so-to-speak. Enjoy chapter two.
An ANKH is an ancient Egyptian Cross meaning "LIFE".
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the show Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters. I do, however, own the plot of this story.
The morning sun flooded the streets as birds made sweet music for all to hear. The fresh smell of cooking eggs made its way to the noses of hungry children who still slept silently in their beds, waking them to start yet another day.
The palace was no different. The smell of a morning meal was down every corridor and in every room. Cooks hummed popular tunes as they went about their business preparing only the best of meals for the Pharaoh and the many other noblemen that resided within the palace.
A long table in the dining hall was set up to perfection. A lacy, silk cloth draped over it, and only the finest in pottery was placed on the table to be eaten off of. The food itself was placed in the center, and when one called for a certain item, it was brought to him by one of the many servants.
As the many hungry men and women entered the hall, the servants pulled out the chairs for them and bowed respectively while asking for orders.
Pharaoh Yami sat at the far end of the table in the largest, and by far the most state-of-the-art, of all the chairs in the dining hall. Seated near the Pharaoh were the Priests, Priest Seto and Akunadin being the closest to him, and from there, the lower your rank, the further down the table you were seated..
As though they had been starved for days, the many men and women dug into their food, being careful to watch their manners as much as possible so as not to upset the Pharaoh. Seto, however, only looked out the window that was near him, a glazed look in his eyes. He did this often, at least he did recently. It were as though he were fantasizing of something, almost like he wanted out of the palace. Perhaps that was why he made such frequent trips to the Sea Shrine.
Akunadin had just noticed Seto's failure to eat his breakfast, "Seto, you really should eat. You shall grow thin and weak if you do not do so." At his words, Seto snapped out of his daydream and began to drearily pick at the untouched food that sat before him. Akunadin smiled about it, taking no notion of the young priests unhappiness to do so.
The guards outside the palace kicked at the sand below their feet. Everyday, they stood watch, and everyday, the same thing happened. Absolutely nothing. No one ever attempted to get inside, no one ever attempted to kill them, no one even seemed to notice that the palace was even there.
One of the men hummed a desert march tune; the other man kept batting his eyes, as though he were trying to keep awake. The hot sun gleamed over the horizon, already baking the men, though it had yet to be the warmest hour of the day.
Off in the distance, the faintest sound of city life could be heard, as it was carried by the morning winds. Sounds of people chatting and horse hooves striking the ground repeatedly. This was an average day, in fact, no day had been out of the ordinary for 15 years. After the great war that followed the slaughter of Kuru Eluna village, the kingdom had lived in peace and happiness. Having put out palace guards almost seemed pointless, yet the men knew that when they least expected it, something would happen, someone would rebel against the kingdom and against the Pharaoh.
After the dragging breakfast had come to closure, priest Seto had hopped onto his horse and ridden off to his favorite spot. The Sea Shrine.
The breeze blew gently on the crystal water, rippling the surface. Setos azure eyes reflected the glistening beauty, taking in its tranquil image, allowing it to ease his tension. He let his knees give in to relaxation and fell to the edge of the water, causing only the most silent of sounds. With catlike grace, he removed his clothing and, without another thought, jumped into the pool that so wonderfully welcomed him.
Hidden in the shadows of this holy place, Akunadin watched his son strip the thin cloth from his fine form and dive into the water with only the utmost grace. Seto had never caught on to the elder priests presence, and that was for the best. What would Seto think of him if he knew that Akunadin had been watching him swim? Surely Seto would call the older priest a pervert, if he didn't say it out loud there is no doubt that he would think it. It was best if he just stayed hidden in the darkness and lay only his eyes on the blue-eyed beauty.
Yami paced in his bedroom, a fine breeze blowing in from the open doors that led out to his balcony. When he was young, he and his father would stand out on that balcony and talk of how one day, the entire kingdom would belong to Yami.
The young Pharaoh shook his head of those memories as he stepped out onto that balcony. It was a rather large city. Smoke billowed from small fires and dissipated in the morning sky. The sun was beginning to peak over the mountain that held the six sacred shrines as well as the Valley of the Kings.
The Sea Shrine. Priest Setos favorite getaway. Yami marveled as images of his cousins elegant form in the crystalline water came to mind. His eyes stared dreamily out in the direction in which Seto would be. Everyday, he disappeared to the shrine to take a swim or to just lay out.
"My Pharaoh..."
Yami snapped out of his little fantasy and wiped away the drool which had begun to run down his chin. Whirling around, his found himself facing a servant, "Yes? What is it?"
The man smiled a gentle smile and laughed a bit, "I have been ordered to ask if you are alright. You have seemed uneasy the past few days and Mahaado asks that you go out to town some time. You could use the fresh air."
Yami practically flew past the servant, eager to get out of the stuffy palace. The priests were usually too overprotective to let Yami out by himself. He wanted to leave before they had the chance to change their minds.
He mounted his horse and sped out of the palace gates. A day out in town was too boring. The Pharaoh new where he would go. The Sea Shrine.
Seto was sitting on the edge of the pool of water when Yami arrived. The young Pharaoh jumped down from his horse, being as silent as he could be, and moved ever closer to the youngest of the priests. The ruby-eyed boy came to a halt when Seto was in clear view. Yes, Seto was wet, but what made the boy stop and stare was the fact that Seto wasn't clothed at all.
With an unmatched elegance, the Pharaoh sat next to his cousin, taking his soft face in one hand and wrapping the other arm around the brunettes waist. Seto didn't seem startled, but he attempted to push the younger boy away. Taking no notice of Setos struggle, Yami pressed his lips against Setos in a passionate kiss
Sorry that I took so long to update. The moment that I post this chapter, I will get to work on the third chapter, I PROMISE! You know the drill, rate and review!
