"Ankh Of Despair"
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Here I am again! This story isn't getting very many reviews. . . I'm very tempted to take it off of I'll keep it here for a few chapters more and see if it gets a little more popular. Sorry that I took so long to update. I was out of town. Anyways, on with chapter four!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the show Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters. I only own the plot of this story.
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Priest Seto stood, smoothing out his garments and adjusting his headpiece, "The sun is high now. We should return to the palace. . ." His voice was carried away by the gentle wind, his eyes misted over with sadness. The young priest wished to live here, yet he was burdened with duties. . . to protect the Pharaoh. . . to protect Yami.
The small ruler jumped up in a more child-like manner and faced his much- taller cousin, "We don't have to go just yet. We can go horse-back riding through the village!" He clasped his hands together, "Seto, you and I could spend the whole day together. . . just you, me, and the lands of Egypt. . ." The Pharaoh's voice trailed off just as the brunette's had.
Azure eyes looked sorrowful. He didn't want for his cousin to be upset, but he knew of the younger boys wishes and was very uneasy in his presence. When the Pharaoh wanted something, no matter what it may be, he got it, no questions asked. Seto wouldn't allow for Yami to take advantage of him, but he also knew that it didn't matter whether he wanted to or not. It was all in Yami's hands now. . . and the young priest had a feeling that Yami wasn't about to give up.
The Pharaoh looked around and shifted his weight as he stood. The blue- eyed boy before him seemed to space out, just staring into ruby depths. . . no feeling in those beautiful blue eyes. It were as though in that thin body and in those eyes, there was nothing. Now Yami had also begun to space out; both of them had their eyes locked, but their hearts and minds were in another world, wondering, figuring, observing. . .
"We should go back to the palace."
Seto's voice startled Yami from his thoughts. The small Pharaoh looked up to the priest with wide, puppy eyes, "Why not? You don't want to spend time with me? Does that mean you don't like me? Do you hate me Seto?" Tears brimmed his eyes. The boy twisted his cousin's words into something cruel as an attempt to bend his will.
Unfortunately, Priest Seto was smarter than the ruler thought him to be, "Nice try my Pharaoh, but I'm not falling for-"
"Yami."
"What?"
"You called me 'Pharaoh' again and I told you to call me Yami. Do as I say."
The brunette raised an eyebrow, a small, cat-like smirk tugging at his lips, "Is that a threat?"
Now Yami was dangerously close to the older boy, their bodies against each other, eyes locked in a sort of glaring contest, "It's an order." A malicious grin played on his face as he brought his arms up to wrap around the thin waste of his priest. . . that's right, HIS priest. The shorter boy licked his lips as he eyed his prey.
Seto was no longer smirking. Instead, his eyes were wide and he was timidly glancing down at the Pharaoh's arms and then back at the boys face. Yami's eyes were glazed over with lust, his tongue still sliding across his rose-colored bottom lip seductively, "What's the matter koi?"
Within a matter of seconds, his royal highness was in the water, splashing around like a madman. . . just like in his daydream. The priest was still on dry land, looking at his hands as though they were stained with blood. He had pushed the Pharaoh into a pool. . . if that wasn't considered a crime, he didn't know what was. 'If the others find out about this,' he thought to himself, 'I could be-'
Before he could finish his thoughts, he too was splashing around in the water. . . Yami had pulled him in. Contrary to Seto's beliefs, the Pharaoh wasn't angry; in fact, he was laughing and splashing his cousin as though it were some sort of game. . . was Yami really THAT young?
'Okay, so I made one wrong move' Yami mentally went over his actions, 'Alright, alright. . . I completely screwed up! I didn't expect him to push me into the water! Well, this IS kinda nice. . . I was awfully hot and- Woah baby! The way his clothes stick to his fine form. . . he looks delicious. . . I wonder what he would do if I told him that. . . probably drown me! He must think that I act like a little kid; I mean look at me! An underling pushed ME into the water, and here I am splashing around like a damn two year old!' All the while, he continued to swim around and hang out with his beloved cousin.
Seto went along with it. As long as the Pharaoh didn't pull anything dirty, he would splash and swim with his cousin as though nothing had happened. . . maybe this way, Yami would forgive him for the push and the priest would keep his head.
"Were you two THAT hot?" Mahaado stood just on the edge, staring at the two wet boys and shaking his head, "You know, you're supposed to take your clothes off first. Now you're going to have to sit out here and wait until they are dry. Wouldn't want sand to stick to your garbs now, would you?" He smiled playfully. Mahaado sounded like a parent sometimes, always bickering, but a good person nonetheless.
Seto pulled out of the water, a slight blush on his face from the embarrassment of being scolded like a child. Yami, however, got out of the water and sat next to Seto, smiling bigger than anyone would have thought he could, "You know Seto," He began, "if you took the violet cloth that is tied around your waist off, the bottom half of your clothing would dry faster." He pointed to the purple thing (I dunno what it's called!) that the priest wore.
"Yeah you're probably right." He did as was suggested, but just as quickly as he had removed it, the boy put it back on. Blue eyes flashed with anger and his cheeks were flushed with a dark scarlet. The basic both worn was white and when white cloth gets wet. . . well, under the violet cloth he might as well have been naked.
The Pharaoh pouted and turned back to gaze upon the city; The Priest turned away, disturbed by his cousins perverted antics.
Mahaado felt sorry for Seto. He knew very well of Yami's 'secret' crush on the youngest of the priests. It was true that the Pharaoh could love and have whoever or whatever he pleased and no one would ask questions or hate him for it. . . well, no one in the village would at least. 'Perhaps,' Mahaado thought, 'That Yami has not asked to have Seto because he wants real love. . . but from a guy?' He shrugged and turned to leave, as he left, he called, "Come back to the palace once you are dry." With that, Seto and Yami were left alone. . .
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A low chuckle came from inside the Sea Shrine. Violet eyes gleamed as they stared intently at the two, "Sorry Mahaado," Sarcasm dripped like a thick poison, "But I don't believe your Pharaoh and Priest will be joining you this evening." In his hand, he held a rope and a pair of shackles. Glancing down at him, he grinned, white teeth flashing mysteriously, "Excellent."
His horse still as Bakura studied his victims, preparing for attack. . .
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Oooh. . . I think that this was a short chapter. . . sorry! I have an idea of where I'm going with this fic! (Wow) Chapter five, coming right up! Rate and Review!
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Here I am again! This story isn't getting very many reviews. . . I'm very tempted to take it off of I'll keep it here for a few chapters more and see if it gets a little more popular. Sorry that I took so long to update. I was out of town. Anyways, on with chapter four!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the show Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters. I only own the plot of this story.
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Priest Seto stood, smoothing out his garments and adjusting his headpiece, "The sun is high now. We should return to the palace. . ." His voice was carried away by the gentle wind, his eyes misted over with sadness. The young priest wished to live here, yet he was burdened with duties. . . to protect the Pharaoh. . . to protect Yami.
The small ruler jumped up in a more child-like manner and faced his much- taller cousin, "We don't have to go just yet. We can go horse-back riding through the village!" He clasped his hands together, "Seto, you and I could spend the whole day together. . . just you, me, and the lands of Egypt. . ." The Pharaoh's voice trailed off just as the brunette's had.
Azure eyes looked sorrowful. He didn't want for his cousin to be upset, but he knew of the younger boys wishes and was very uneasy in his presence. When the Pharaoh wanted something, no matter what it may be, he got it, no questions asked. Seto wouldn't allow for Yami to take advantage of him, but he also knew that it didn't matter whether he wanted to or not. It was all in Yami's hands now. . . and the young priest had a feeling that Yami wasn't about to give up.
The Pharaoh looked around and shifted his weight as he stood. The blue- eyed boy before him seemed to space out, just staring into ruby depths. . . no feeling in those beautiful blue eyes. It were as though in that thin body and in those eyes, there was nothing. Now Yami had also begun to space out; both of them had their eyes locked, but their hearts and minds were in another world, wondering, figuring, observing. . .
"We should go back to the palace."
Seto's voice startled Yami from his thoughts. The small Pharaoh looked up to the priest with wide, puppy eyes, "Why not? You don't want to spend time with me? Does that mean you don't like me? Do you hate me Seto?" Tears brimmed his eyes. The boy twisted his cousin's words into something cruel as an attempt to bend his will.
Unfortunately, Priest Seto was smarter than the ruler thought him to be, "Nice try my Pharaoh, but I'm not falling for-"
"Yami."
"What?"
"You called me 'Pharaoh' again and I told you to call me Yami. Do as I say."
The brunette raised an eyebrow, a small, cat-like smirk tugging at his lips, "Is that a threat?"
Now Yami was dangerously close to the older boy, their bodies against each other, eyes locked in a sort of glaring contest, "It's an order." A malicious grin played on his face as he brought his arms up to wrap around the thin waste of his priest. . . that's right, HIS priest. The shorter boy licked his lips as he eyed his prey.
Seto was no longer smirking. Instead, his eyes were wide and he was timidly glancing down at the Pharaoh's arms and then back at the boys face. Yami's eyes were glazed over with lust, his tongue still sliding across his rose-colored bottom lip seductively, "What's the matter koi?"
Within a matter of seconds, his royal highness was in the water, splashing around like a madman. . . just like in his daydream. The priest was still on dry land, looking at his hands as though they were stained with blood. He had pushed the Pharaoh into a pool. . . if that wasn't considered a crime, he didn't know what was. 'If the others find out about this,' he thought to himself, 'I could be-'
Before he could finish his thoughts, he too was splashing around in the water. . . Yami had pulled him in. Contrary to Seto's beliefs, the Pharaoh wasn't angry; in fact, he was laughing and splashing his cousin as though it were some sort of game. . . was Yami really THAT young?
'Okay, so I made one wrong move' Yami mentally went over his actions, 'Alright, alright. . . I completely screwed up! I didn't expect him to push me into the water! Well, this IS kinda nice. . . I was awfully hot and- Woah baby! The way his clothes stick to his fine form. . . he looks delicious. . . I wonder what he would do if I told him that. . . probably drown me! He must think that I act like a little kid; I mean look at me! An underling pushed ME into the water, and here I am splashing around like a damn two year old!' All the while, he continued to swim around and hang out with his beloved cousin.
Seto went along with it. As long as the Pharaoh didn't pull anything dirty, he would splash and swim with his cousin as though nothing had happened. . . maybe this way, Yami would forgive him for the push and the priest would keep his head.
"Were you two THAT hot?" Mahaado stood just on the edge, staring at the two wet boys and shaking his head, "You know, you're supposed to take your clothes off first. Now you're going to have to sit out here and wait until they are dry. Wouldn't want sand to stick to your garbs now, would you?" He smiled playfully. Mahaado sounded like a parent sometimes, always bickering, but a good person nonetheless.
Seto pulled out of the water, a slight blush on his face from the embarrassment of being scolded like a child. Yami, however, got out of the water and sat next to Seto, smiling bigger than anyone would have thought he could, "You know Seto," He began, "if you took the violet cloth that is tied around your waist off, the bottom half of your clothing would dry faster." He pointed to the purple thing (I dunno what it's called!) that the priest wore.
"Yeah you're probably right." He did as was suggested, but just as quickly as he had removed it, the boy put it back on. Blue eyes flashed with anger and his cheeks were flushed with a dark scarlet. The basic both worn was white and when white cloth gets wet. . . well, under the violet cloth he might as well have been naked.
The Pharaoh pouted and turned back to gaze upon the city; The Priest turned away, disturbed by his cousins perverted antics.
Mahaado felt sorry for Seto. He knew very well of Yami's 'secret' crush on the youngest of the priests. It was true that the Pharaoh could love and have whoever or whatever he pleased and no one would ask questions or hate him for it. . . well, no one in the village would at least. 'Perhaps,' Mahaado thought, 'That Yami has not asked to have Seto because he wants real love. . . but from a guy?' He shrugged and turned to leave, as he left, he called, "Come back to the palace once you are dry." With that, Seto and Yami were left alone. . .
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A low chuckle came from inside the Sea Shrine. Violet eyes gleamed as they stared intently at the two, "Sorry Mahaado," Sarcasm dripped like a thick poison, "But I don't believe your Pharaoh and Priest will be joining you this evening." In his hand, he held a rope and a pair of shackles. Glancing down at him, he grinned, white teeth flashing mysteriously, "Excellent."
His horse still as Bakura studied his victims, preparing for attack. . .
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Oooh. . . I think that this was a short chapter. . . sorry! I have an idea of where I'm going with this fic! (Wow) Chapter five, coming right up! Rate and Review!
