Chibi: I am BACK!! I know, it's been awhile, but I've been busy. Believe
it or not ^_^ But I'm really excited about this fic. It takes place
completely in Ancient Egypt. Sorry Yugi fans, he won't be in this one,
only Yami and most other characters. Anywhos, if I made in mistakes in my
facts, grammar, or what-not, please correct me.
Now, without further ado: Oi Ni Tsuku*
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Libya
In a land far away from the Egyptian sands, a messenger runs to complete his duty. For over twenty harvesting seasons he has been a spy for the royal military, traveling to foreign lands and retrieving vital information. And never once had he been caught, till now that is.
It was an amateur mistake really. One that he would be teased about forever, "if" he made it out alive. While walking through the enemy's camp and talking politely with some of the soldiers he started to get to enthusiastic with a conversation.
The enemy soldier spoke of the previous night and an event that took place involving five drunken soldiers walking into their captain's tent and pissing on the officers. The Egyptian spy laughed heartedly at this as proclaimed "By Ra! That must have been a sight!"
The instant those words left his mouth he knew his mistake. The enemy soldier raised his brows and repeated, 'Ra'? Then, without wasting any time, he called for backup.
Thinking quickly, the spy grabbed a nearby ale jug and smashed it over the man's head. He turned to run, but already saw the guards coming. His sandals flapped against his heels as he dashed out into the desert night.
Why, oh why?! Why did he not leave the night before? He had already obtained crucial information that the Pharaoh must be told, but decided to wait one more day and try to find out anything else.
He could now hear the guards catching up. His mind ran franticly. What if his vital information never made it home? What would become of his beloved Egypt?
An arrow shot into his back, followed by another and another, till he fell to the ground. As blood seeped from his wounds and onto the sand, he pleaded with the gods.
'Please, my Pharaoh and his Fathers....' his eyes slowly shut, ' be warned.' The enemy soldiers stood around him, laughing manically. 'A traitor....is amongst you.' A sword slashed through his neck, severing his head.
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Thebes, Ancient Egypt
The new pharaoh walked the halls of his palace. The normally levelheaded prince was now a reluctant king. The economy thrived, the people loved him, and the royal treasury was bountiful. There was nothing to worry about, but somehow, that's what worried him.
'It's like father always said,' he thought woefully, "The lioness is most silent before she strikes."
With a heavy heart and worried thoughts, the king made his way back to his chambers. The floors were lined with the finest furs and the walls were covered with the exotic silks. It was, as they say, a room fit for a king. The pharaoh walked to his personal exit, which lead to a secluded garden. Water from the Nile ran around the edge of the rectangular enclosure as beautiful and foreign plants filled the air with a rich fragrance.
He sat on one of the many statues that filled the oasis, this one being a dog, in honor of the god Anubis. As he let out a sigh, a familiar giggle reached his ears.
"That's just like you," the female voice spoke. "Whenever something bothers you, you run out here to your garden."
Pharaoh Yami turned to see his childhood friend Anzu standing in the doorway. "It helps me to think. Being out here." He moved over and offered her a spot to sit.
"But what could possible be worrying you now? Everything's perfect."
"Not everything." He turned to see Anzu give him a confused look. Her eyes were so expressive. How was he going to tell her this? He looked away from her as he spoke. "I received word from the captain of the military that a spy had not returned yet."
Anzu seemed to freeze and her mouth hung slightly open. "You mean....." she stopped, as she looked down briefly than looked back at Yami, "my father?"
Yami tried to avoid her gaze.
"I see, my father hasn't returned yet." Anzu took a deep breath. She could tell Yami was already worried about other issues, there's no need for him to worry about this too. "Well," she tried to let out a small laugh, "it's not like he's never done this before. You know how my father is. He likes to stay out as long as possible. Gather as much information as he can. I'm sure he's ok, he could just be running late."
"Yeah, you're probably right," he tried to speak strongly, but he knew she wasn't buying her own excuse.
The two sat in contemplation for a while until a polite shout came from outside the chambers.
"My Pharaoh, your presence is needed in the Temple of Harous for your blessing." Yami quickly recognized the voice.
"I'm coming Seto." As Yami opened the door the high priest bowed till the Pharaoh had his back to him and was half way down the hall. Yami quickly stopped as he turned and shouted out, "Are you coming Anzu? You are more than welcome to join me."
"Coming!" a cheerful voice responded. A few moments later Anzu came out of the room carrying a small bouquet of the exotic flowers. She smiled at Yami and quickly walked up to him.
Priest Seto watched her every movement. The flow of her hair, the sway of her white dress, the elegant steps from her long legs. He inhaled deeply as she passed by him. He smell sent shivers down his back.
Once Anzu caught up to Yami she smiled shyly and slipped her hand into his as they happily walked off together.
The sight had Seto gritting his teeth together. He quickly turned down the opposite hall and stormed out. He couldn't stand to be near the two of them any longer. Let the lower priests handle the blessing ceremony; he had better things to do anyways.
Seto walked along the pathway from the main palace leading to his temple and personal shrine dedicated to the god Seth, the god of chaos. Upon entering the main room, he noticed the lack of light. He closed his eyes and bent his head as a small arrogant grin passed his lips.
"Well?" said a strange foreign voice. "When are you going to invite me in?"
"It seems to me," Seto spoke as he lit the nearby torches, "that you already invited yourself in Bakura." The last torch flickered light on the silver haired boy's face, the shadows playing with his already sharp features.
"Perhaps, but it's still proper conduct to invite me in anyways."
"Ha!" the high priest laughed as he sat on his chair. "Since when do you care about 'proper conduct'? How absurd!"
"Like you would know more than me? This? Coming from a man who's betraying his king?"
"NOT just a king....a GOD! And I will proudly admit it once the time is right! Those fools!!!!!" Seto practically jumped out of his chair as he began to pace back and forth.
"Oh, here we go again." Bakura murmured under his breath.
"The gods are blasphemous! They do nothing! I. RUN. THIS. LAND! Without me the people would die! They shouldn't worship that fool of a pharaoh! They should worship ME!! Everything is wrong, but I, I shall set it right. And this is where you," he turned and pointed at Bakura, "my friend, come into the picture."
"Yes, yes! I am well aware of your plans. My king, the King of Libya, is in full agreement with your terms. We provide the manpower to aide in your takeover of Egypt in exchange for 80% of its wealth."
"A heavy price to pay, but well worth it. You will get the money and I will obtain the title, prestige, and all that is rightfully mine!"
"All that is rightfully yours?" Bakura grinned at Seto. "That wouldn't happen to include that chipper little brunet? Would it?"
"I will not allow Yami to have her! She will be mine! Anzu's beauty surpasses that of the gods and only she is fit enough to be my queen!"
"I don't know why you're obsessing over that 'commoner,' but if you desire her so," Bakura's eyes brightened with a furious light, "why not devise a plan?"
"A plan? What type of plan?"
"Through your information, we have learned of a spy lurking amongst our troops."
"A spy?! That would ruin everything! If word got back to the Pharaoh...."
"Calm down. True, a spy was in our midst, but we got to him."
"Good, but what is the point of this tale."
"It just so happens that this spy was the father of your beloved Anzu." Seto's widened as he listened to Bakura. "I imagine once word of her fathers demise reached her, she would be heart-broken. In a constant state of grieving. She'll need comfort, if you get my drift."
"Indeed I do and I believe Anzu is about to get the worst news of her life." Seto's grin grew until he burst out laughing. The sound echoing throughout his temple as the foreign spy Bakura left through a secret passage.
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Well, there ya have it! I hope you liked it! The title, as I'm sure you are well aware of, is in Japanese and means "Ascend to the Throne." I'm not sure how well it will actually fit the fic, but it sounded good ^_^
As always, please review! I love reviews! I write faster for reviews! I'll stop ranting when I get review! ^_~
Ja ne minna!
Now, without further ado: Oi Ni Tsuku*
*~*~*~*~*~*
Libya
In a land far away from the Egyptian sands, a messenger runs to complete his duty. For over twenty harvesting seasons he has been a spy for the royal military, traveling to foreign lands and retrieving vital information. And never once had he been caught, till now that is.
It was an amateur mistake really. One that he would be teased about forever, "if" he made it out alive. While walking through the enemy's camp and talking politely with some of the soldiers he started to get to enthusiastic with a conversation.
The enemy soldier spoke of the previous night and an event that took place involving five drunken soldiers walking into their captain's tent and pissing on the officers. The Egyptian spy laughed heartedly at this as proclaimed "By Ra! That must have been a sight!"
The instant those words left his mouth he knew his mistake. The enemy soldier raised his brows and repeated, 'Ra'? Then, without wasting any time, he called for backup.
Thinking quickly, the spy grabbed a nearby ale jug and smashed it over the man's head. He turned to run, but already saw the guards coming. His sandals flapped against his heels as he dashed out into the desert night.
Why, oh why?! Why did he not leave the night before? He had already obtained crucial information that the Pharaoh must be told, but decided to wait one more day and try to find out anything else.
He could now hear the guards catching up. His mind ran franticly. What if his vital information never made it home? What would become of his beloved Egypt?
An arrow shot into his back, followed by another and another, till he fell to the ground. As blood seeped from his wounds and onto the sand, he pleaded with the gods.
'Please, my Pharaoh and his Fathers....' his eyes slowly shut, ' be warned.' The enemy soldiers stood around him, laughing manically. 'A traitor....is amongst you.' A sword slashed through his neck, severing his head.
*~*~*~*~*
Thebes, Ancient Egypt
The new pharaoh walked the halls of his palace. The normally levelheaded prince was now a reluctant king. The economy thrived, the people loved him, and the royal treasury was bountiful. There was nothing to worry about, but somehow, that's what worried him.
'It's like father always said,' he thought woefully, "The lioness is most silent before she strikes."
With a heavy heart and worried thoughts, the king made his way back to his chambers. The floors were lined with the finest furs and the walls were covered with the exotic silks. It was, as they say, a room fit for a king. The pharaoh walked to his personal exit, which lead to a secluded garden. Water from the Nile ran around the edge of the rectangular enclosure as beautiful and foreign plants filled the air with a rich fragrance.
He sat on one of the many statues that filled the oasis, this one being a dog, in honor of the god Anubis. As he let out a sigh, a familiar giggle reached his ears.
"That's just like you," the female voice spoke. "Whenever something bothers you, you run out here to your garden."
Pharaoh Yami turned to see his childhood friend Anzu standing in the doorway. "It helps me to think. Being out here." He moved over and offered her a spot to sit.
"But what could possible be worrying you now? Everything's perfect."
"Not everything." He turned to see Anzu give him a confused look. Her eyes were so expressive. How was he going to tell her this? He looked away from her as he spoke. "I received word from the captain of the military that a spy had not returned yet."
Anzu seemed to freeze and her mouth hung slightly open. "You mean....." she stopped, as she looked down briefly than looked back at Yami, "my father?"
Yami tried to avoid her gaze.
"I see, my father hasn't returned yet." Anzu took a deep breath. She could tell Yami was already worried about other issues, there's no need for him to worry about this too. "Well," she tried to let out a small laugh, "it's not like he's never done this before. You know how my father is. He likes to stay out as long as possible. Gather as much information as he can. I'm sure he's ok, he could just be running late."
"Yeah, you're probably right," he tried to speak strongly, but he knew she wasn't buying her own excuse.
The two sat in contemplation for a while until a polite shout came from outside the chambers.
"My Pharaoh, your presence is needed in the Temple of Harous for your blessing." Yami quickly recognized the voice.
"I'm coming Seto." As Yami opened the door the high priest bowed till the Pharaoh had his back to him and was half way down the hall. Yami quickly stopped as he turned and shouted out, "Are you coming Anzu? You are more than welcome to join me."
"Coming!" a cheerful voice responded. A few moments later Anzu came out of the room carrying a small bouquet of the exotic flowers. She smiled at Yami and quickly walked up to him.
Priest Seto watched her every movement. The flow of her hair, the sway of her white dress, the elegant steps from her long legs. He inhaled deeply as she passed by him. He smell sent shivers down his back.
Once Anzu caught up to Yami she smiled shyly and slipped her hand into his as they happily walked off together.
The sight had Seto gritting his teeth together. He quickly turned down the opposite hall and stormed out. He couldn't stand to be near the two of them any longer. Let the lower priests handle the blessing ceremony; he had better things to do anyways.
Seto walked along the pathway from the main palace leading to his temple and personal shrine dedicated to the god Seth, the god of chaos. Upon entering the main room, he noticed the lack of light. He closed his eyes and bent his head as a small arrogant grin passed his lips.
"Well?" said a strange foreign voice. "When are you going to invite me in?"
"It seems to me," Seto spoke as he lit the nearby torches, "that you already invited yourself in Bakura." The last torch flickered light on the silver haired boy's face, the shadows playing with his already sharp features.
"Perhaps, but it's still proper conduct to invite me in anyways."
"Ha!" the high priest laughed as he sat on his chair. "Since when do you care about 'proper conduct'? How absurd!"
"Like you would know more than me? This? Coming from a man who's betraying his king?"
"NOT just a king....a GOD! And I will proudly admit it once the time is right! Those fools!!!!!" Seto practically jumped out of his chair as he began to pace back and forth.
"Oh, here we go again." Bakura murmured under his breath.
"The gods are blasphemous! They do nothing! I. RUN. THIS. LAND! Without me the people would die! They shouldn't worship that fool of a pharaoh! They should worship ME!! Everything is wrong, but I, I shall set it right. And this is where you," he turned and pointed at Bakura, "my friend, come into the picture."
"Yes, yes! I am well aware of your plans. My king, the King of Libya, is in full agreement with your terms. We provide the manpower to aide in your takeover of Egypt in exchange for 80% of its wealth."
"A heavy price to pay, but well worth it. You will get the money and I will obtain the title, prestige, and all that is rightfully mine!"
"All that is rightfully yours?" Bakura grinned at Seto. "That wouldn't happen to include that chipper little brunet? Would it?"
"I will not allow Yami to have her! She will be mine! Anzu's beauty surpasses that of the gods and only she is fit enough to be my queen!"
"I don't know why you're obsessing over that 'commoner,' but if you desire her so," Bakura's eyes brightened with a furious light, "why not devise a plan?"
"A plan? What type of plan?"
"Through your information, we have learned of a spy lurking amongst our troops."
"A spy?! That would ruin everything! If word got back to the Pharaoh...."
"Calm down. True, a spy was in our midst, but we got to him."
"Good, but what is the point of this tale."
"It just so happens that this spy was the father of your beloved Anzu." Seto's widened as he listened to Bakura. "I imagine once word of her fathers demise reached her, she would be heart-broken. In a constant state of grieving. She'll need comfort, if you get my drift."
"Indeed I do and I believe Anzu is about to get the worst news of her life." Seto's grin grew until he burst out laughing. The sound echoing throughout his temple as the foreign spy Bakura left through a secret passage.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Well, there ya have it! I hope you liked it! The title, as I'm sure you are well aware of, is in Japanese and means "Ascend to the Throne." I'm not sure how well it will actually fit the fic, but it sounded good ^_^
As always, please review! I love reviews! I write faster for reviews! I'll stop ranting when I get review! ^_~
Ja ne minna!