A/N: Well, had a few problems with this chapter. Rewrite a few scenes over and over again, changed timelines, and decided I would never do a preview for next time ever again. XD Speaking of that preview, screw most of it, alright? I changed my mind. XD
Silver Nightingale: I posted the extra scenes in my LJ awhile ago, but I can't remember if you saw them.
XD I figured it'd be amusing for Jono and Bekhura to harass Seth, since Yami and Seth tend to team up together. XD As for Yami's hair, I never liked the idea of it being stuck up with something artificial, so it's always been weird. XD But I wanted it to be able to go up and down, so tada. XD Blame it on his mother. XD
Unfortunatly, I never planned to write a scene about the math teacher in this chapter, but I might write a tiny scene and put it in my LJ sometime. XD
Pokes What's floating in your head? XD I wanna knooooow. Oh, and yes, there will be a confrontation between Bekhura and Akunamukannon. Not a huge one, but still. Coughs and points at the chapter
Thanks a bunch for the sympathy about my cat. And thanks for the review!
ShadowSpirits: XD Yay for reading my LJ scene AND for working!
XD Bekhura and Jono are evil.
XD Spot's a good sport about being whacked with pillows. She's used to it. XD Glad you liked Yami's spell scene, too. XD
Glad you' liked Mokuba. Wanted to have someone cute and happy, since all the other chibis insist on being serious. XD Thanks for the review. XD
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Meeko-san: Cookie! [Munches] Sankyuu for the cookie and the review!
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Yeah, the last chapter was full of errors... Didn't run spellcheck because the one I have is a pain in the arse. [Sigh] Thanks for pointing them out so I can fix. And I write 'teh' instead of 'the' all the time. XD Did it in the first sentence of this paragraph and had to fix. XD
Yep, Nebenkharu's gonna start showing up more, and the plot will begin to make it's way into the story. XD By chapter 8 it should be in pretty well. I hope.
Yes, the group will wake up from the memories in the last chapter or two, then they'll head home, along with having something else happen which I won't tell what is. XD
Ooh, neat about the name Bekhura. XD I never thougth about meanings for it... Just had wanted an alternate spelling of 'Bakura' that was more Egyptian-y. Glad you liked the chapter.
Aw, I'm sorry about your mouse... [Hugs] And thanks for the sympathy about my cat. I think he's haunting the house, since my mom and I keep seeing him laying in his favorite places from the corners of our eyes. Thanks again, and thanks for the review.
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Shadowsage Hopesong (chapter 3): Mafdet's like glue. XD She sticks and you can't get her off your hands. Or something like that. XD
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Yeah, they were friends. Eventually I'll get to why they weren't later on.
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Other Notes: Alrighty, a few things to mention... Rishido's age was a pain in the arse to make. He had to be older than Aishizu, but since I'd made Aishizu seven years older than Yami and Malik was supposed to be about Jono's age, Rishido was ending up about ten years older than Malik, which isn't right. He should be more like seven, I think... I can never remember. So I made Rishido three years older than Aishizu, which makes him about nine years older than Malik. Though, since I'd mentioned before that the ages were a bit whacky because of the reincarnating thing, I think it works. XD Well enough, at least.
And this chapter was a pain in the ass to write. XD But I think I got in the important things. Like I mentioned before, this really doesn't follow the preview I gave last time much... For Mai didn't appear, and I jumped a year. But close enough, right? RIGHT?
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, though I have a lot of fun stuff for it. X3
Warnings: Erm... Cursing and offscreen violence? Can't say too much or I'll kill the plot. XD
Summary of Last Time: ...What happened? I have no idea, seriously... Oh yeah! They all snuck out and found Nebenkharu practicing Shadow Magic, and then got caught returning to the palace. XD
Preview for this time: Oh no you don't! Read!
Itsumo; chapter 6
by: Amiasha
Jono tore forward as fast as he could, before jumping to plant his feet squarely on the large pillow and go sliding across the floor, giggling madly.
He slid to a halt shortly, jumping off the pillow and picking it up, running over to pass it to Ryuuji who was standing with Anzu, Honda, and Seth. "This is fun!"
"... What is fun?" Mahaado asked, walking up to the small group with his arms crossed. The teenager stopped in front of them, tilting his head slightly and looking at them in confusion.
"This." Ryuuji answered before tossing the pillow to the floor and taking a running leap, just as Jono had, to plant his feet on the pillow and go sliding down the hall.
Mahaado's eyes momentarily lit up, before he went stoic again. "You know, that's not safe."
They all looked at him with cute eyes, and Mahaado began sweatdropping. They were very cute, and that DID look fun...
"Alright, let me try." Mahaado said, after glancing up and down the hallway to make sure no adults were coming. He set up the pillow and took his turn to jump and land on it, making it halfway down the hallway before coming to a stop.
The kids cheered, and Mahaado looked pleased with himself. Until he heard a feminine giggle.
He whirled around to see Aishizu and her older brother Rishido, behind him. Aishizu was giggling, and Rishido looked amused.
"I didn't think you'd take part in this sort of thing, Mahaado." The girl teased, smiling.
Mahaado sweatdropped, looking a bit embarrassed. "...Eh... Well..."
Aishizu smiled and giggled again. "Never mind, Mahaado. Just get out of the way so Rishido and I can try."
Mahaado gaped at them but nodded, wordlessly handing the pillow to the to-be priestess who promptly took a turn before letting Rishido try as well.
Rishido was a priest at one of the minor temples just outside of the palace, and he usually stayed there so Mahaado rarely saw him except on visits to get herbs from the temple supply. The man was five years older than Aishizu, making him twenty and far older than most of the group.
Aishizu also had a little brother, Malik, who spent much of his time with Rishido. He was something of a priest's assistant, and he was around Jono's age. He usually stayed at the temple, and so the group didn't meet up with him much either.
As if reading his mind, Anzu spoke up. "Aishizu, where's Malik?"
Aishizu looked over at her and smiled. "He'll be here soon. He was begging some food off the palace cooks."
The group giggled at the semi-inside joke. The palace cooks were all very nice, and they would give food out to anyone who asked, such as Bekhura, no matter who they were. There was never any begging involved, but it had devolped into a joke over time.
Aishizu looked around. "Now it's my turn to ask a question; where are our prince and the residant pick-pocket?"
Jono shrugged. "Last I knew, they were in Yami's room. We were going to fetch them to play with the pillow when Mahaado joined us. Yami's not been too happy lately, and we wanted to try to cheer him up."
"I'll go get them." Seth volunteered, uncrossing his arms and beginning to head off down the corrider. "I'll be right back."
The group nodded, before returning to their game.
The eight year old prince sighed, squinting into his scrying pool and willing it to give him images. The inky water stayed blank, however, much to the boy's annoyance.
"Come on!" He told it, frowning darkly. "Work, damn you!"
"... I was under the impression that cursing wasn't conductive to the state you're supposed to be in to correctly use that thing." Bekhura commented, snacking on a piece of fruit as he stepped over to the prince, looking over his shoulder at the pool. "Then again, I'm not sure that thing works at all."
Yami sighed. "It does, but I can't get anything at the moment." He said, giving up. He sighed and stalked over to his bed, flopping back on it dejectedly.
It had been two years since Bekhura had come to live in the palace, and almost everyone but Akunamukannon knew about him. Yami's magic had increased in a huge amount suddenly, thoroughly baffling most of the court magicians, and Yami's priests were gaining more and more power around the palace. They were almost full priests; though since Akunamukannon had a circle of priests already they'd not been officially named priests yet.
Bekhura followed after Yami, doing something of a flying leap onto the bed. He peered down at the prince. "Why are you so intent on divining?" He asked curiously.
Yami sat up, curling on leg under himself and turning to face Bekhura. "Aishizu and I have been feeling something strange lately, but neither of us can find out what it means. Aishizu asked her mother and while her mother couldn't feel it, she said that she doesn't doubt we do, and to keep trying to figure it out ourselves."
Bekhura chuckled evilly. "Maybe Nebenkharu will be 'let go'."
"I wish." The prince agreed, getting a devious smirk. "But the feeling would be easily identifiable as joy, then."
Bekhura chuckled again. "I suppose you're right."
Yami smiled, but then sighed slightly and looked down. Bekhura, catching this, became a bit concerned. "Little prince? What's wrong?"
The prince sighed softly, hesitating. Looking at his friend's expression, he sighed again. "It's sort of silly." He finally said. "I'm not even sure if it's real, or I'm just overreacting."
Bekhura nodded, intending to wait for him to continue. Yami didn't appeart to be going to, however, so he spoke up. "Why don't you tell me, and I'll help you figure it out. You rarely overreact, prince; I'd be more likely to think of you not taking something seriously enough rather than too seriously."
Yami looked up again, and smiled slightly at the reassuring words. He glanced back down, before starting to speak again. "Nebenkharu's been following me around, as you know... And whenever he's around me I become lightheaded and dizzy. It was managable for awhile, but now that he's been around more and more, and time has gone on, it's gotten to a point that I'm so dizzy I feel like I'm going to pass out."
Bekhura nodded again, agreeing, before waiting for the other boy to continue.
Yami sighed, shrugging slightly, swinging his legs back over the side of the bed and beginnign to kick them back and forth slightly. "This morning, it got worse and everything went black for a moment. I didn't loose consciousness, I just... Couldn't see anything and I didn't know what was going on for a moment."
The white haired thief's expression grew more concerned. "That's not good. Are you alright now?"
The prince looked over at him and smiled slightly. "Yes, I feel fine now, just tired as always. All the symptoms fade away when I'm not in Nebenkharu's presence."
"That's good." Bekhura said, sighing. "...Do you think he's doing this on purpose? And have you told Simon?"
"Simon knows; he was there when it happened." Yami said, nodding slightly. "He said he doesn't know whether Nebenkharu was meaning to do anything, but he's worried and is going to tell my father to keep him away from me."
Bekhura snorted. "It's about damn time. It's not as if you feeling ill around that bastard is something new. But I doubt your father's going to do a damned thing about it."
Yami nodded again, still kicking his feet, a bit touched by how angry Bekhura was getting in his worry over him. He was silent, staring at the ground, apparently lost in thought, until he heard the sound of his first set of doors opening. Bekhura hid under the bed quickly and Yami stood up, as the second set of doors opened and Seth entered.
"It's me, Bekhura, you can come out." The boy said, amused when a white haired head popped out from under the bed. He and Yami both snickered slightly as Bekhura sneezed once before climbing out, and standing up.
"What do YOU want, wannabe priest?" Bekhura asked, frowning.
Seth just looked at him. "You've got a spider in your hair."
Bekhura shrieked and began swating at his hair, while Seth burst into cackles. It took the thief only a moment to realize that Seth had lied to him, and he dove on the to-be priest and began a fight.
Yami sweatdropped as, yet again, the two pulled each other's hair and slapped at each other. Their fights were almost embarassing to witness, and Yami couldn't imagine how embarassing it would have to be to actually fight that way. He opened his mouth to say something, and stopped. There was really nothing to say.
"Why, exactly, am I not surprised?" A voice came from behind Yami, startling the boy until he realized it was Simon.
Yami smiled. "They're really pathetic..." He commented, before turning back to look at the vizier. "How did you get in here with me knowing?" He asked, wondering how he hadn't heard him enter with the two sets of doors.
"The doors got stuck on some pillows and were partially open." Simon answered. He and Yami watched the squabble a few minutes before Simon spoke to Yami again. "You look like you're feeling better."
Yami nodded. "I am. As soon as I'm away from Nebenkharu, I feel fine."
Simon smiled and ruffled the boy's long hair. "I'm glad, you had me worried again." He paused for a moment. "...But it's not good that you're feeling so badly around him. While I have no doubt he actively dislikes you... I don't even think he's meaning to do this. He seemed a bit confused, until I told him to go away."
The prince sighed. "If he's not even meaning to do it, that's worse because then we can't find a way to make him stop."
Simon gently pulled the boy into a hug. "Don't worry so much. We'll figure something out." He let go, smiling again. "Now, I'm going to go pry your friends away from each other." And with that, Simon stalked over to the scabbling boys, picked them both up by the backs of their robes and held them away from each other. They both sweatdropped.
Simon sighed. "Must you both get into one of these fights every day?" He asked them, earning slightly sheepish looks from both. He set them back down, and they shot last glares at each other before deciding to ignore each other's presence.
Seth stepped up to Yami. "The others sent me to find you." He said. "They've invented some game they want you to take part in and beat them at."
The prince's eyes lit up. "A new game?" He questioned excitedly, making Simon and Bekhura gain amused expressions at his enthusiasm. "Really?"
Seth chuckled. "Yes." He replied.
"Then let's go." The boy said, smiling broadly. He bounced for the doors, then stopped and looked back with a smirk. "Though, Seth, you should get that piece of fruit out of your hair first."
Seth blanched and reached up towards his hair, and as he moved, Bekhura couldn't contain himself. The white haired thief practically fell to the floor laughing as Seth found the bit of fruit in his hair. He stopped laughing, however, when the to-be priest threw it right back at him. "Hey!"
Simon just sighed and followed Yami, leaving the other two to throw things at each other.
Yami smirked as he made his way towards his archery class, followed by Mahaado, Shaadii, and Seth. He had, predictably, won the game many times over even when Aishizu's litle brother Malik had shown up. Apparently, Malik had played that game before, since he gave Yami and Seth, the usual two game champions, a challenge.
The prince walked through the arch and entered the archery courtyard, the to-be priests close behind him. They all ran into him as he stopped, stunned.
"What the hell did you stop for?" Seth asked, the only one daring enough to speak that way to a future king as he looked around the other boy, trying to find what had shocked Yami enough for him to stop. "Well, shit."
Shaadii and Kalim looked as well, and their eyes widened. Nebenkharu just looked at everyone, seemingly unnoticing their less than pleased reactions to him.
"No way in hell." The prince declared, turning on his heel and making to storm back into the palace, when he ran straight into someone and fell in an undignifed manner onto his rear. About to curse at the person, he intelligently looked up so see who it was first, and the rude words died in his mouth as he saw it was his father.
"Going somewhere, Atem?"
The boy glared. He knew then that his father had something to do with this, and many seething comments were comign to mind. It took most of the willpower Yami had to not begin with them, and to try to be respectful. "Yes, I WAS going somewhere. I will not stay around that... That..." He trailed off as he attempted to find a suitible name to call Nebenkharu but failed. "It's not happening. Now kindly get out of my way." Well, so much for attempting to be respectful.
Akunamukannon turned a bit red, but before a fight could escalate Shaadii stepped in. "Pharaoh," He addressed politley, "May I ask why Nebenkharu is here?"
The Pharaoh turned his attention toward Shaadii. "He's teaching the class."
Yami sighed. There was obviously something up. Nebenkharu was a horrible shot. Aishizu, who while excelled in her magic and potions, barely knew how to hold her arrow, yet she could shoot better than he could.
Kalim and Nebenkharu made their way over, and Yami stood back up. He glared up at Akunamukannon again, subtly shifting away from Nebenkharu as his vision hazed slightly around the edges. "I am not taking part in a class where he is the teacher. Not only can he not hit the wall even if he's standing just in front of it, but I certainly can't concentrate with him around. I'm going back to my room, and when you actually decide to stop... Whatever this is, I'll return." The prince spat, his temper rising and showing itself in his voice. With a swish of his cape, he turned to walk past his father and back into the palace but was, not unexpectedly, stopped.
"You'll do nothing of the sort." Akunamukannon said, his tone matching Yami's as he pulled the boy back to stand in front of him. "I'm not in the mood for this, Atem."
"Neither am I." Yami replied, eyes narrowing and beginning to change color.
Akunamukannon noticed this, but appeared unfazed. "What exactly are you going to do about it? You're not leaving until the lesson is finished."
"I'm not staying with this idiot." Yami responded, wrenching free of the grasp his father had on his cloak and pointing at Nebenkharu. "I won't take the chance of hiting anyone with an arrow if I can't see. Well, actually," The prince corrected, tilting his head slightly and smirking, "If it's just Nebenkharu, you, and I, I'll take the chance because there won't be anyone I care about hitting."
"You are the most disrespectful little brat..." Akunamukannon snarled, taking a step forward. He was about to comment farther, when Seth spoke.
"Pharaoh, why is it that Nebenkharu is teaching?" The boy ventured. "If there's no particular reason, wouldn't it be easier to avoid any further conflict by simply having our usual teacher return?"
"You're not a part of this, Seth." Akunamukannon said harshly, turning his attention towards the other boy and disregarding the questions entirely. "If you want to be a priest, you really should learn when to shut up."
"Excuse me." Yami cut in sharply, looking more than a bit unamused. "He's MY priest. He can do whatever he damn well pleases. Lord over your priests all you like, but don't go near mine."
Akunamukannon's eyes narrowed and he glared down at the boy. "Who exactly do you think you are? You're just a prince, Atem. They are not priests, and you are not Pharaoh. Learn your place, Atem."
"I know my place." Yami responded, his voice going soft and warning his priests that he was getting very angry. "However, you apparently don't. Now get out of my way."
"How. Dare. You." Akunamukannon spat, shaking with rage as he stared down at his calm son. The boy had his arms crossed loosely over his chest and his head was tilted slightly; the only thing showing his anger was the deep red of his eyes.
Yami opened his mouth to respond, when suddenly he stopped and looked horrified. His eyes quickly changed back to violet and he almost gasped as he looked at a point a bit behind and to the side of Akunamukannon.
The Pharaoh turned around to come face to face with a boy with long white hair, and a leopardess. A glare so dark that Yami was surprised by it was given to the Pharaoh from Bekhura, who then turned and walked around the man, coming to stand in front of Yami.
"Are you alright?" Bekhura asked Yami, completely ignoring everyone else. "I felt your emotions go haywire."
Yami nodded weakly, still in a bit of shock that Bekhura had shown up in front of everybody and not even having time to wonder about what the other boy had said. "I-I'm alright... But..."
"Who the hell is this!?" Akunamukannon asked angrily, almost shaking the ground with his booming voice. Bekhura turned around and looked up at him, his dark eyes narrowing to almost slits. He offered no comment or explanation however, and with an obvious amount of effort he tore his glare from Akunamukannon and looked back at Yami.
Kalim, Shaadii, Seth, and Nebenkharu, meanwhile, were all standing with identical looks of shock on their faces. Spot glanced to the side, pounced on a bird, ate it in one gulp, then strutted over to flop down at Seth's feet and burp.
"... WHO THE HELL IS THIS!?" Akunamukannon repeated, and that time Yami was pretty sure he DID feel the ground shake.
At that, Bekhura turned back again and seemed about to make some sort of comment, his eyes narrowed again and white hair falling into his face, more angry than Yami had ever seen him before and leavign the prince wondering whether there was somethign Akunamukannon had done to the thief before that he didn't know about.
Luckily, before Bekhura spoke, Simon chose to arrive at that moment with Mahaado, Aishizu, and Akunadin. They all entered the yard and just stared at the scene before them.
"... What's going on?" Simon finally asked, making his way over and quickly assesing the situation.
"That's what I want to know." Akunamukannon snarled. "Who is this stupid boy!?"
Simon sweatdropped as he looked at Bekhura, who turned the glare he was giving the Pharaoh towards the vizier. "He..." Simon faltered, trying to think of a good excuse and at the same time wondering along the same lines as Yami had been just before.
Aishizu had an answer for Akunamukannon's question, though. "He's an aspiring alchemist." The seeress explained calmly, stepping over next to Yami and Bekhura. "An aspiring alchemist with no manners." She added.
Bekhura, though angry, had to resist the urge to stick his tounge out at her.
Akunadin raised an eyebrow slightly at the priestess's words, since the story she'd told conflicted with the one Simon had told him two years before. However, he wisely didn't comment on that, knowing that if Simon was going along with it he should as well.
Meanwhile, Yami was simply frozen. It was one thing for him to mess with his father; it was another thing entirely for his priests and Bekhura to get into it. Then again, wherever he went the priests followed, and Bekhura usually did as well. With or without the cats.
"And why didn't I know about him?" Akunamukannon asked, reigning in his tone slightly at he seemed to forget about Yami, turning towards the to-be priestess and crossing his arms. While Aishizu was still a teenager, she was also the second most powerful woman in the palace after her mother, and arguably one of the most in the entire palace counting everyone, including the priests. When she said something, it was wisest to listen to her no matter who you were. The only one who ever broke that rule was Yami who knew he could get away with it, considering Aishizu saw him as a little brother.
"He arrived yesterday and just finished the tests to show he was qualified to stay. We were going to let you know today, actually." Aishizu said, still as calm as if she was talking to no one of importance. Her expression held no clue that she was lying.
"Fine, then." Akunamukannon said, before whirling back towards Yami who'd sighed in relief at his words. The prince stiffend again slightly as his father turned his attention back towards him. "As for you-"
"I'll handle this, Akunamukannon." Simon broke in, his tone one Yami hadn't heard before as he stalked over to Yami's side and grabbed the boy's arm gently but firmly. "And seeing as this class is mostly unsalvageable now, you have more important things to deal with."
Akunamukannon considered for a moment before turning and stalking back into the palace.
Everyone let out a sigh of relief collectively, except for Akunadin who just looked a bit baffled and Nebenkharu who had stormed off after Akunamukannon. Simon immediatly rounded on Yami. "What were you thinking!?"
Yami looked up at him evenly. "What do you mean?"
Simon just stared at the boy. "Yami! You know exactly what I'm talking about!"
"Oh, you mean telling my father I won't tolerate him pulling these sorts of stunts?" The prince asked, taking his arm away from Simon's grasp. "Or speaking to my priests however he wishes? Or testing me? I'm not here for his amusement, and he's going to have to figure that out." Yami's voice had lowered again, leaving Simon wondering a bit if the boy had implied something in his words.
"Yami, I know he's being unfair to you-" Simon began, but was cut off by Yami again. The prince was looking very displeased.
"Unfair doesn't begin to cover it. The only times he speaks to me now are to taunt or critisize me, or to tell me I'm being out of line. I'm sorry I'm not the perfect, quiet, docile little heir that worships the very ground he walks on liek he wanted, but I don't like liars. Maybe you can explain this to him, and tell him if he doesn't like it then he should go try to get some woman, if he can find one who'll go near him, to have another heir with and I'll gladly let the kid be crown prince. I don't care. I'm just sick of dealing with him." Yami finished, looking a cross between upset and shocked at himself. He only looked that way for a moment, before he took off back into the palace, violet cape fluttering after him.
Everyone stared at the archway the prince had disappeared through, stunned. That was, until Bekhura spoke up.
"...What did I miss?"
Yami stormed around his room, feeling more than a bit embarassed at his outburst and still angry at his father. Mafdet and Spot, who had followed him back a few minutes before, both laid on his bed watching him in concern.
Frustrated, the prince slammed his fist into the wall, only to realize that was an even more stupid idea as he sat down on the floor and held his fist to his chest, attempting not to cry.
"Why did you think hitting the wall would hurt less than kicking it?" A familiar voice said, and Yami looked up to see it's owner, Kalim, standing next to him for a moment before the to-be priest kneeled down beside him. "Let me see."
Yami obediently held his hand out for Kalim to take, and the other boy gently began to asses how much the prince had hurt himself as he spoke. "Mahaado, Shaadii, and Seth told me what happened in the courtyard." He commented. He looked up from Yami's hand to smile at the prince. "I have to say, you are the most daring person I have ever met."
Yami smiled back, giving a small laugh. "That or stupid."
"Same thing, apparently." Kalim responded casually, smirking. "Since you believe hitting a stone wall will fix a problem."
Yami made a face. "You're mean, Kalim. I've decided I don't like you, either."
Kalim chuckled at that. "Who DO you like, then? Because you say that to all of us at least once every two days."
"Oh, my liking and disliking lists reset every day or so." Yami explained casually, beginning to feel a little better.
Kalim chuckled again, before motioning for Yami to stand up. As the smaller boy did so, Kalim explained. "I'm going to take you to Aishizu so she can bandage your hand. I'd do it, but I'm not as good as she is."
Yami frowned. "What did I do to it?" He asked, looking at his hand.
"Nothing too bad, but it will bruise." Kalim responded, leading Yami out of his room and down the hall to Aishizu's room. "The bandaging will keep it from swelling too badly for you to use."
Yami nodded a few times, before changing the subject. "Where has Bekhura gotten to?" He asked.
"Last I saw him, Seth was smacking him, for some reason or another." The green eyed boy responded, reaching Aishizu's door and knocking twice.
The prince laughed. "Could be anything from Bekhura being rude, to pulling some sort of prank, to stepping on the flowers."
"They do get on each other's nerves." Kalim agreed, smirking slightly. He seeemed about to continue when Aishizu opened her door, and seeing who was visiting her led them into her room.
"What can I help you with?" The girl asked calmly, looking back and forth between them.
Kalim opened his mouth to explain, when a sudden boom sounded and all three of them whirled around, wondering where the sound had come from, and then Yami had to hold onto Kalim's arm to keep from falling as the three felt a huge wave of magic ripple over them. Exchanging glances of confusion and worry, they turned their attention to finding out where the blast had happened and started quickly down the hall. On the way they met up with Seth and Bekhura, whos' eyes were wide and seemed just as confused as Kalim, Yami, and Aishizu were.
The five silently ran down the hall, stepping out of the hidden hallway that had their rooms and going down the hallway that would lead toward the courtyard. Just as they were turning down the hall that went towards the throne room, they ran into Simon.
The vizer looked a bit haggard and when he saw Yami and the others, he seemed even more so. They all rushed up to him, concerned, but before Yami could say anything Simon held a hand up.
"Yami, you need to listen to me." He said, causing the boy to blink in confusion at Simon's tone. It wasn't harsh, but sounded more urgent and left no room for argument. "I assume that by your presence that you felt what happened."
Yami nodded silently, wondering what was going on but getting the horrible feeling it wasn't good. The inky blackness of his scrying pool for some reason surfaced in his mind, but disappeared just as quickly.
Simon looked around at the five, all watching intently for more information from him. "...There was some sort of magical explosion. I have no idea how it happened or why, but..."
The feeling in Yami's stomach grew. "Where was this...?"
"The throne room." Simon told him, attempting to be calm as he awaited the boy's next question.
"...Where were the priests and my father? Where was Mahaado!?" The prince asked, his voice rising slightly in ptich as he started to panic.
"There were all in the throne room." Simon answered gently. "Mahaado is alright; he was mostly out of the way. Nebenkharu, similarily, is alright as well though I'm sure you didn't really want to hear that."
The man paused a moment before continuing. "But... They were the only ones..."
Yami went pale and backed up a few paces, not caring that he ran into Kalim. "You can't be serious, Simon." He murmered, eyes wide and an odd shade of indigo. "Please tell me you're not."
"Yami..." Simon said softly, stepping forward towards the boy slowly and reaching out to him. "Yami, I'm sorry..."
Yami shook his head rapidly in disbelief, chest heaving as he gasped for air around the lump forming in his throat.
"Yami..." Simon repeated, putting his hands on the boy's shoulders and looking into his eyes. "Yami... I know this is happening very fast... But we need to do the coronation ceremony as soon as possible before Egypt goes into hysteria."
Yami couldn't seem to comprehend what was happening, his confused and frightened gaze locked with Simon's. The vizier sighed softly.
"Yami... You're now the Pharaoh of Egypt."
A/N: Okay, I decided on a cliffhanger ending. Since I so rarely do that, I expect you all to wait patiently for the another month or two it takes me to write the next chapter. XD Dodges fruit and such
Anyway, review! I shall get to work on the next chapter.
Preview for next chapter: Just seeing if anyone was paying attention to my earlier author notes. XD Review!
Silver Nightingale: I posted the extra scenes in my LJ awhile ago, but I can't remember if you saw them.
XD I figured it'd be amusing for Jono and Bekhura to harass Seth, since Yami and Seth tend to team up together. XD As for Yami's hair, I never liked the idea of it being stuck up with something artificial, so it's always been weird. XD But I wanted it to be able to go up and down, so tada. XD Blame it on his mother. XD
Unfortunatly, I never planned to write a scene about the math teacher in this chapter, but I might write a tiny scene and put it in my LJ sometime. XD
Pokes What's floating in your head? XD I wanna knooooow. Oh, and yes, there will be a confrontation between Bekhura and Akunamukannon. Not a huge one, but still. Coughs and points at the chapter
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Yes, the group will wake up from the memories in the last chapter or two, then they'll head home, along with having something else happen which I won't tell what is. XD
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Other Notes: Alrighty, a few things to mention... Rishido's age was a pain in the arse to make. He had to be older than Aishizu, but since I'd made Aishizu seven years older than Yami and Malik was supposed to be about Jono's age, Rishido was ending up about ten years older than Malik, which isn't right. He should be more like seven, I think... I can never remember. So I made Rishido three years older than Aishizu, which makes him about nine years older than Malik. Though, since I'd mentioned before that the ages were a bit whacky because of the reincarnating thing, I think it works. XD Well enough, at least.
And this chapter was a pain in the ass to write. XD But I think I got in the important things. Like I mentioned before, this really doesn't follow the preview I gave last time much... For Mai didn't appear, and I jumped a year. But close enough, right? RIGHT?
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, though I have a lot of fun stuff for it. X3
Warnings: Erm... Cursing and offscreen violence? Can't say too much or I'll kill the plot. XD
Summary of Last Time: ...What happened? I have no idea, seriously... Oh yeah! They all snuck out and found Nebenkharu practicing Shadow Magic, and then got caught returning to the palace. XD
Preview for this time: Oh no you don't! Read!
Itsumo; chapter 6
by: Amiasha
Jono tore forward as fast as he could, before jumping to plant his feet squarely on the large pillow and go sliding across the floor, giggling madly.
He slid to a halt shortly, jumping off the pillow and picking it up, running over to pass it to Ryuuji who was standing with Anzu, Honda, and Seth. "This is fun!"
"... What is fun?" Mahaado asked, walking up to the small group with his arms crossed. The teenager stopped in front of them, tilting his head slightly and looking at them in confusion.
"This." Ryuuji answered before tossing the pillow to the floor and taking a running leap, just as Jono had, to plant his feet on the pillow and go sliding down the hall.
Mahaado's eyes momentarily lit up, before he went stoic again. "You know, that's not safe."
They all looked at him with cute eyes, and Mahaado began sweatdropping. They were very cute, and that DID look fun...
"Alright, let me try." Mahaado said, after glancing up and down the hallway to make sure no adults were coming. He set up the pillow and took his turn to jump and land on it, making it halfway down the hallway before coming to a stop.
The kids cheered, and Mahaado looked pleased with himself. Until he heard a feminine giggle.
He whirled around to see Aishizu and her older brother Rishido, behind him. Aishizu was giggling, and Rishido looked amused.
"I didn't think you'd take part in this sort of thing, Mahaado." The girl teased, smiling.
Mahaado sweatdropped, looking a bit embarrassed. "...Eh... Well..."
Aishizu smiled and giggled again. "Never mind, Mahaado. Just get out of the way so Rishido and I can try."
Mahaado gaped at them but nodded, wordlessly handing the pillow to the to-be priestess who promptly took a turn before letting Rishido try as well.
Rishido was a priest at one of the minor temples just outside of the palace, and he usually stayed there so Mahaado rarely saw him except on visits to get herbs from the temple supply. The man was five years older than Aishizu, making him twenty and far older than most of the group.
Aishizu also had a little brother, Malik, who spent much of his time with Rishido. He was something of a priest's assistant, and he was around Jono's age. He usually stayed at the temple, and so the group didn't meet up with him much either.
As if reading his mind, Anzu spoke up. "Aishizu, where's Malik?"
Aishizu looked over at her and smiled. "He'll be here soon. He was begging some food off the palace cooks."
The group giggled at the semi-inside joke. The palace cooks were all very nice, and they would give food out to anyone who asked, such as Bekhura, no matter who they were. There was never any begging involved, but it had devolped into a joke over time.
Aishizu looked around. "Now it's my turn to ask a question; where are our prince and the residant pick-pocket?"
Jono shrugged. "Last I knew, they were in Yami's room. We were going to fetch them to play with the pillow when Mahaado joined us. Yami's not been too happy lately, and we wanted to try to cheer him up."
"I'll go get them." Seth volunteered, uncrossing his arms and beginning to head off down the corrider. "I'll be right back."
The group nodded, before returning to their game.
The eight year old prince sighed, squinting into his scrying pool and willing it to give him images. The inky water stayed blank, however, much to the boy's annoyance.
"Come on!" He told it, frowning darkly. "Work, damn you!"
"... I was under the impression that cursing wasn't conductive to the state you're supposed to be in to correctly use that thing." Bekhura commented, snacking on a piece of fruit as he stepped over to the prince, looking over his shoulder at the pool. "Then again, I'm not sure that thing works at all."
Yami sighed. "It does, but I can't get anything at the moment." He said, giving up. He sighed and stalked over to his bed, flopping back on it dejectedly.
It had been two years since Bekhura had come to live in the palace, and almost everyone but Akunamukannon knew about him. Yami's magic had increased in a huge amount suddenly, thoroughly baffling most of the court magicians, and Yami's priests were gaining more and more power around the palace. They were almost full priests; though since Akunamukannon had a circle of priests already they'd not been officially named priests yet.
Bekhura followed after Yami, doing something of a flying leap onto the bed. He peered down at the prince. "Why are you so intent on divining?" He asked curiously.
Yami sat up, curling on leg under himself and turning to face Bekhura. "Aishizu and I have been feeling something strange lately, but neither of us can find out what it means. Aishizu asked her mother and while her mother couldn't feel it, she said that she doesn't doubt we do, and to keep trying to figure it out ourselves."
Bekhura chuckled evilly. "Maybe Nebenkharu will be 'let go'."
"I wish." The prince agreed, getting a devious smirk. "But the feeling would be easily identifiable as joy, then."
Bekhura chuckled again. "I suppose you're right."
Yami smiled, but then sighed slightly and looked down. Bekhura, catching this, became a bit concerned. "Little prince? What's wrong?"
The prince sighed softly, hesitating. Looking at his friend's expression, he sighed again. "It's sort of silly." He finally said. "I'm not even sure if it's real, or I'm just overreacting."
Bekhura nodded, intending to wait for him to continue. Yami didn't appeart to be going to, however, so he spoke up. "Why don't you tell me, and I'll help you figure it out. You rarely overreact, prince; I'd be more likely to think of you not taking something seriously enough rather than too seriously."
Yami looked up again, and smiled slightly at the reassuring words. He glanced back down, before starting to speak again. "Nebenkharu's been following me around, as you know... And whenever he's around me I become lightheaded and dizzy. It was managable for awhile, but now that he's been around more and more, and time has gone on, it's gotten to a point that I'm so dizzy I feel like I'm going to pass out."
Bekhura nodded again, agreeing, before waiting for the other boy to continue.
Yami sighed, shrugging slightly, swinging his legs back over the side of the bed and beginnign to kick them back and forth slightly. "This morning, it got worse and everything went black for a moment. I didn't loose consciousness, I just... Couldn't see anything and I didn't know what was going on for a moment."
The white haired thief's expression grew more concerned. "That's not good. Are you alright now?"
The prince looked over at him and smiled slightly. "Yes, I feel fine now, just tired as always. All the symptoms fade away when I'm not in Nebenkharu's presence."
"That's good." Bekhura said, sighing. "...Do you think he's doing this on purpose? And have you told Simon?"
"Simon knows; he was there when it happened." Yami said, nodding slightly. "He said he doesn't know whether Nebenkharu was meaning to do anything, but he's worried and is going to tell my father to keep him away from me."
Bekhura snorted. "It's about damn time. It's not as if you feeling ill around that bastard is something new. But I doubt your father's going to do a damned thing about it."
Yami nodded again, still kicking his feet, a bit touched by how angry Bekhura was getting in his worry over him. He was silent, staring at the ground, apparently lost in thought, until he heard the sound of his first set of doors opening. Bekhura hid under the bed quickly and Yami stood up, as the second set of doors opened and Seth entered.
"It's me, Bekhura, you can come out." The boy said, amused when a white haired head popped out from under the bed. He and Yami both snickered slightly as Bekhura sneezed once before climbing out, and standing up.
"What do YOU want, wannabe priest?" Bekhura asked, frowning.
Seth just looked at him. "You've got a spider in your hair."
Bekhura shrieked and began swating at his hair, while Seth burst into cackles. It took the thief only a moment to realize that Seth had lied to him, and he dove on the to-be priest and began a fight.
Yami sweatdropped as, yet again, the two pulled each other's hair and slapped at each other. Their fights were almost embarassing to witness, and Yami couldn't imagine how embarassing it would have to be to actually fight that way. He opened his mouth to say something, and stopped. There was really nothing to say.
"Why, exactly, am I not surprised?" A voice came from behind Yami, startling the boy until he realized it was Simon.
Yami smiled. "They're really pathetic..." He commented, before turning back to look at the vizier. "How did you get in here with me knowing?" He asked, wondering how he hadn't heard him enter with the two sets of doors.
"The doors got stuck on some pillows and were partially open." Simon answered. He and Yami watched the squabble a few minutes before Simon spoke to Yami again. "You look like you're feeling better."
Yami nodded. "I am. As soon as I'm away from Nebenkharu, I feel fine."
Simon smiled and ruffled the boy's long hair. "I'm glad, you had me worried again." He paused for a moment. "...But it's not good that you're feeling so badly around him. While I have no doubt he actively dislikes you... I don't even think he's meaning to do this. He seemed a bit confused, until I told him to go away."
The prince sighed. "If he's not even meaning to do it, that's worse because then we can't find a way to make him stop."
Simon gently pulled the boy into a hug. "Don't worry so much. We'll figure something out." He let go, smiling again. "Now, I'm going to go pry your friends away from each other." And with that, Simon stalked over to the scabbling boys, picked them both up by the backs of their robes and held them away from each other. They both sweatdropped.
Simon sighed. "Must you both get into one of these fights every day?" He asked them, earning slightly sheepish looks from both. He set them back down, and they shot last glares at each other before deciding to ignore each other's presence.
Seth stepped up to Yami. "The others sent me to find you." He said. "They've invented some game they want you to take part in and beat them at."
The prince's eyes lit up. "A new game?" He questioned excitedly, making Simon and Bekhura gain amused expressions at his enthusiasm. "Really?"
Seth chuckled. "Yes." He replied.
"Then let's go." The boy said, smiling broadly. He bounced for the doors, then stopped and looked back with a smirk. "Though, Seth, you should get that piece of fruit out of your hair first."
Seth blanched and reached up towards his hair, and as he moved, Bekhura couldn't contain himself. The white haired thief practically fell to the floor laughing as Seth found the bit of fruit in his hair. He stopped laughing, however, when the to-be priest threw it right back at him. "Hey!"
Simon just sighed and followed Yami, leaving the other two to throw things at each other.
Yami smirked as he made his way towards his archery class, followed by Mahaado, Shaadii, and Seth. He had, predictably, won the game many times over even when Aishizu's litle brother Malik had shown up. Apparently, Malik had played that game before, since he gave Yami and Seth, the usual two game champions, a challenge.
The prince walked through the arch and entered the archery courtyard, the to-be priests close behind him. They all ran into him as he stopped, stunned.
"What the hell did you stop for?" Seth asked, the only one daring enough to speak that way to a future king as he looked around the other boy, trying to find what had shocked Yami enough for him to stop. "Well, shit."
Shaadii and Kalim looked as well, and their eyes widened. Nebenkharu just looked at everyone, seemingly unnoticing their less than pleased reactions to him.
"No way in hell." The prince declared, turning on his heel and making to storm back into the palace, when he ran straight into someone and fell in an undignifed manner onto his rear. About to curse at the person, he intelligently looked up so see who it was first, and the rude words died in his mouth as he saw it was his father.
"Going somewhere, Atem?"
The boy glared. He knew then that his father had something to do with this, and many seething comments were comign to mind. It took most of the willpower Yami had to not begin with them, and to try to be respectful. "Yes, I WAS going somewhere. I will not stay around that... That..." He trailed off as he attempted to find a suitible name to call Nebenkharu but failed. "It's not happening. Now kindly get out of my way." Well, so much for attempting to be respectful.
Akunamukannon turned a bit red, but before a fight could escalate Shaadii stepped in. "Pharaoh," He addressed politley, "May I ask why Nebenkharu is here?"
The Pharaoh turned his attention toward Shaadii. "He's teaching the class."
Yami sighed. There was obviously something up. Nebenkharu was a horrible shot. Aishizu, who while excelled in her magic and potions, barely knew how to hold her arrow, yet she could shoot better than he could.
Kalim and Nebenkharu made their way over, and Yami stood back up. He glared up at Akunamukannon again, subtly shifting away from Nebenkharu as his vision hazed slightly around the edges. "I am not taking part in a class where he is the teacher. Not only can he not hit the wall even if he's standing just in front of it, but I certainly can't concentrate with him around. I'm going back to my room, and when you actually decide to stop... Whatever this is, I'll return." The prince spat, his temper rising and showing itself in his voice. With a swish of his cape, he turned to walk past his father and back into the palace but was, not unexpectedly, stopped.
"You'll do nothing of the sort." Akunamukannon said, his tone matching Yami's as he pulled the boy back to stand in front of him. "I'm not in the mood for this, Atem."
"Neither am I." Yami replied, eyes narrowing and beginning to change color.
Akunamukannon noticed this, but appeared unfazed. "What exactly are you going to do about it? You're not leaving until the lesson is finished."
"I'm not staying with this idiot." Yami responded, wrenching free of the grasp his father had on his cloak and pointing at Nebenkharu. "I won't take the chance of hiting anyone with an arrow if I can't see. Well, actually," The prince corrected, tilting his head slightly and smirking, "If it's just Nebenkharu, you, and I, I'll take the chance because there won't be anyone I care about hitting."
"You are the most disrespectful little brat..." Akunamukannon snarled, taking a step forward. He was about to comment farther, when Seth spoke.
"Pharaoh, why is it that Nebenkharu is teaching?" The boy ventured. "If there's no particular reason, wouldn't it be easier to avoid any further conflict by simply having our usual teacher return?"
"You're not a part of this, Seth." Akunamukannon said harshly, turning his attention towards the other boy and disregarding the questions entirely. "If you want to be a priest, you really should learn when to shut up."
"Excuse me." Yami cut in sharply, looking more than a bit unamused. "He's MY priest. He can do whatever he damn well pleases. Lord over your priests all you like, but don't go near mine."
Akunamukannon's eyes narrowed and he glared down at the boy. "Who exactly do you think you are? You're just a prince, Atem. They are not priests, and you are not Pharaoh. Learn your place, Atem."
"I know my place." Yami responded, his voice going soft and warning his priests that he was getting very angry. "However, you apparently don't. Now get out of my way."
"How. Dare. You." Akunamukannon spat, shaking with rage as he stared down at his calm son. The boy had his arms crossed loosely over his chest and his head was tilted slightly; the only thing showing his anger was the deep red of his eyes.
Yami opened his mouth to respond, when suddenly he stopped and looked horrified. His eyes quickly changed back to violet and he almost gasped as he looked at a point a bit behind and to the side of Akunamukannon.
The Pharaoh turned around to come face to face with a boy with long white hair, and a leopardess. A glare so dark that Yami was surprised by it was given to the Pharaoh from Bekhura, who then turned and walked around the man, coming to stand in front of Yami.
"Are you alright?" Bekhura asked Yami, completely ignoring everyone else. "I felt your emotions go haywire."
Yami nodded weakly, still in a bit of shock that Bekhura had shown up in front of everybody and not even having time to wonder about what the other boy had said. "I-I'm alright... But..."
"Who the hell is this!?" Akunamukannon asked angrily, almost shaking the ground with his booming voice. Bekhura turned around and looked up at him, his dark eyes narrowing to almost slits. He offered no comment or explanation however, and with an obvious amount of effort he tore his glare from Akunamukannon and looked back at Yami.
Kalim, Shaadii, Seth, and Nebenkharu, meanwhile, were all standing with identical looks of shock on their faces. Spot glanced to the side, pounced on a bird, ate it in one gulp, then strutted over to flop down at Seth's feet and burp.
"... WHO THE HELL IS THIS!?" Akunamukannon repeated, and that time Yami was pretty sure he DID feel the ground shake.
At that, Bekhura turned back again and seemed about to make some sort of comment, his eyes narrowed again and white hair falling into his face, more angry than Yami had ever seen him before and leavign the prince wondering whether there was somethign Akunamukannon had done to the thief before that he didn't know about.
Luckily, before Bekhura spoke, Simon chose to arrive at that moment with Mahaado, Aishizu, and Akunadin. They all entered the yard and just stared at the scene before them.
"... What's going on?" Simon finally asked, making his way over and quickly assesing the situation.
"That's what I want to know." Akunamukannon snarled. "Who is this stupid boy!?"
Simon sweatdropped as he looked at Bekhura, who turned the glare he was giving the Pharaoh towards the vizier. "He..." Simon faltered, trying to think of a good excuse and at the same time wondering along the same lines as Yami had been just before.
Aishizu had an answer for Akunamukannon's question, though. "He's an aspiring alchemist." The seeress explained calmly, stepping over next to Yami and Bekhura. "An aspiring alchemist with no manners." She added.
Bekhura, though angry, had to resist the urge to stick his tounge out at her.
Akunadin raised an eyebrow slightly at the priestess's words, since the story she'd told conflicted with the one Simon had told him two years before. However, he wisely didn't comment on that, knowing that if Simon was going along with it he should as well.
Meanwhile, Yami was simply frozen. It was one thing for him to mess with his father; it was another thing entirely for his priests and Bekhura to get into it. Then again, wherever he went the priests followed, and Bekhura usually did as well. With or without the cats.
"And why didn't I know about him?" Akunamukannon asked, reigning in his tone slightly at he seemed to forget about Yami, turning towards the to-be priestess and crossing his arms. While Aishizu was still a teenager, she was also the second most powerful woman in the palace after her mother, and arguably one of the most in the entire palace counting everyone, including the priests. When she said something, it was wisest to listen to her no matter who you were. The only one who ever broke that rule was Yami who knew he could get away with it, considering Aishizu saw him as a little brother.
"He arrived yesterday and just finished the tests to show he was qualified to stay. We were going to let you know today, actually." Aishizu said, still as calm as if she was talking to no one of importance. Her expression held no clue that she was lying.
"Fine, then." Akunamukannon said, before whirling back towards Yami who'd sighed in relief at his words. The prince stiffend again slightly as his father turned his attention back towards him. "As for you-"
"I'll handle this, Akunamukannon." Simon broke in, his tone one Yami hadn't heard before as he stalked over to Yami's side and grabbed the boy's arm gently but firmly. "And seeing as this class is mostly unsalvageable now, you have more important things to deal with."
Akunamukannon considered for a moment before turning and stalking back into the palace.
Everyone let out a sigh of relief collectively, except for Akunadin who just looked a bit baffled and Nebenkharu who had stormed off after Akunamukannon. Simon immediatly rounded on Yami. "What were you thinking!?"
Yami looked up at him evenly. "What do you mean?"
Simon just stared at the boy. "Yami! You know exactly what I'm talking about!"
"Oh, you mean telling my father I won't tolerate him pulling these sorts of stunts?" The prince asked, taking his arm away from Simon's grasp. "Or speaking to my priests however he wishes? Or testing me? I'm not here for his amusement, and he's going to have to figure that out." Yami's voice had lowered again, leaving Simon wondering a bit if the boy had implied something in his words.
"Yami, I know he's being unfair to you-" Simon began, but was cut off by Yami again. The prince was looking very displeased.
"Unfair doesn't begin to cover it. The only times he speaks to me now are to taunt or critisize me, or to tell me I'm being out of line. I'm sorry I'm not the perfect, quiet, docile little heir that worships the very ground he walks on liek he wanted, but I don't like liars. Maybe you can explain this to him, and tell him if he doesn't like it then he should go try to get some woman, if he can find one who'll go near him, to have another heir with and I'll gladly let the kid be crown prince. I don't care. I'm just sick of dealing with him." Yami finished, looking a cross between upset and shocked at himself. He only looked that way for a moment, before he took off back into the palace, violet cape fluttering after him.
Everyone stared at the archway the prince had disappeared through, stunned. That was, until Bekhura spoke up.
"...What did I miss?"
Yami stormed around his room, feeling more than a bit embarassed at his outburst and still angry at his father. Mafdet and Spot, who had followed him back a few minutes before, both laid on his bed watching him in concern.
Frustrated, the prince slammed his fist into the wall, only to realize that was an even more stupid idea as he sat down on the floor and held his fist to his chest, attempting not to cry.
"Why did you think hitting the wall would hurt less than kicking it?" A familiar voice said, and Yami looked up to see it's owner, Kalim, standing next to him for a moment before the to-be priest kneeled down beside him. "Let me see."
Yami obediently held his hand out for Kalim to take, and the other boy gently began to asses how much the prince had hurt himself as he spoke. "Mahaado, Shaadii, and Seth told me what happened in the courtyard." He commented. He looked up from Yami's hand to smile at the prince. "I have to say, you are the most daring person I have ever met."
Yami smiled back, giving a small laugh. "That or stupid."
"Same thing, apparently." Kalim responded casually, smirking. "Since you believe hitting a stone wall will fix a problem."
Yami made a face. "You're mean, Kalim. I've decided I don't like you, either."
Kalim chuckled at that. "Who DO you like, then? Because you say that to all of us at least once every two days."
"Oh, my liking and disliking lists reset every day or so." Yami explained casually, beginning to feel a little better.
Kalim chuckled again, before motioning for Yami to stand up. As the smaller boy did so, Kalim explained. "I'm going to take you to Aishizu so she can bandage your hand. I'd do it, but I'm not as good as she is."
Yami frowned. "What did I do to it?" He asked, looking at his hand.
"Nothing too bad, but it will bruise." Kalim responded, leading Yami out of his room and down the hall to Aishizu's room. "The bandaging will keep it from swelling too badly for you to use."
Yami nodded a few times, before changing the subject. "Where has Bekhura gotten to?" He asked.
"Last I saw him, Seth was smacking him, for some reason or another." The green eyed boy responded, reaching Aishizu's door and knocking twice.
The prince laughed. "Could be anything from Bekhura being rude, to pulling some sort of prank, to stepping on the flowers."
"They do get on each other's nerves." Kalim agreed, smirking slightly. He seeemed about to continue when Aishizu opened her door, and seeing who was visiting her led them into her room.
"What can I help you with?" The girl asked calmly, looking back and forth between them.
Kalim opened his mouth to explain, when a sudden boom sounded and all three of them whirled around, wondering where the sound had come from, and then Yami had to hold onto Kalim's arm to keep from falling as the three felt a huge wave of magic ripple over them. Exchanging glances of confusion and worry, they turned their attention to finding out where the blast had happened and started quickly down the hall. On the way they met up with Seth and Bekhura, whos' eyes were wide and seemed just as confused as Kalim, Yami, and Aishizu were.
The five silently ran down the hall, stepping out of the hidden hallway that had their rooms and going down the hallway that would lead toward the courtyard. Just as they were turning down the hall that went towards the throne room, they ran into Simon.
The vizer looked a bit haggard and when he saw Yami and the others, he seemed even more so. They all rushed up to him, concerned, but before Yami could say anything Simon held a hand up.
"Yami, you need to listen to me." He said, causing the boy to blink in confusion at Simon's tone. It wasn't harsh, but sounded more urgent and left no room for argument. "I assume that by your presence that you felt what happened."
Yami nodded silently, wondering what was going on but getting the horrible feeling it wasn't good. The inky blackness of his scrying pool for some reason surfaced in his mind, but disappeared just as quickly.
Simon looked around at the five, all watching intently for more information from him. "...There was some sort of magical explosion. I have no idea how it happened or why, but..."
The feeling in Yami's stomach grew. "Where was this...?"
"The throne room." Simon told him, attempting to be calm as he awaited the boy's next question.
"...Where were the priests and my father? Where was Mahaado!?" The prince asked, his voice rising slightly in ptich as he started to panic.
"There were all in the throne room." Simon answered gently. "Mahaado is alright; he was mostly out of the way. Nebenkharu, similarily, is alright as well though I'm sure you didn't really want to hear that."
The man paused a moment before continuing. "But... They were the only ones..."
Yami went pale and backed up a few paces, not caring that he ran into Kalim. "You can't be serious, Simon." He murmered, eyes wide and an odd shade of indigo. "Please tell me you're not."
"Yami..." Simon said softly, stepping forward towards the boy slowly and reaching out to him. "Yami, I'm sorry..."
Yami shook his head rapidly in disbelief, chest heaving as he gasped for air around the lump forming in his throat.
"Yami..." Simon repeated, putting his hands on the boy's shoulders and looking into his eyes. "Yami... I know this is happening very fast... But we need to do the coronation ceremony as soon as possible before Egypt goes into hysteria."
Yami couldn't seem to comprehend what was happening, his confused and frightened gaze locked with Simon's. The vizier sighed softly.
"Yami... You're now the Pharaoh of Egypt."
A/N: Okay, I decided on a cliffhanger ending. Since I so rarely do that, I expect you all to wait patiently for the another month or two it takes me to write the next chapter. XD Dodges fruit and such
Anyway, review! I shall get to work on the next chapter.
Preview for next chapter: Just seeing if anyone was paying attention to my earlier author notes. XD Review!