A/N : I hope you guys have as much fun reading this as I did writing it. I
have so many ideas for this, it may turn into an epic, but we'll jump the
hurdle when we com to it, won't we?
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The Lies we Tell Ourselves
Prolog
What was this feeling inside of him? He was angry, no furious, at Seth for doing this to him, but that wasn't it. He had trusted the priest with secrets he didn't want revieled to anyone else. Yet the priest had turned on him and broken his trust, and his heart.
"Don't do this, Seth." He begged. He never begged, but he wanted so badly for this to stop.
"I'll stop when you are dead!" Seth cried, his dragon echoing his rage.
"So be it." He knew what this feeling was now, hurt. For the first time in his life, he hurt inside. He had been sad when Mahaado hadd died, but that sadness was nothing to the pain he was feeling now. Seth had been his closest friend, his trusted priest, and his firt love. He had thought that he knew Seth, but this man standing in front of him somehow managed to be both the man he loved and the person who was trying to kill him. There was no difference anymore. HIs love had betrayed him, and it hurt.
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Yami woke up suddenly, the pain of the nightmare fading with the growing light. His nightmare confused him. He had been looking through the eyes of someone he didn't know. Seth, though, he know how that was. Pharoah, King of Upper and Lower Egypt, and any other title the people felt he needed. Seth had been high priest once, but that had been years ago, before he challenged Pharoah Atem to a shadow duel and won. No one knew what happened to Atem, but Seth was Pharoah now, and to mention Atem's name was death. That was probably the only rule Seth had that Bakura made his thieves follow.
"Atem was-" here, Bakura usually degraded to swearing. Every thief knew that thier king and the previous Pharoah had a history.
The dream was gone now, and trying to remember it was like trying to grasp at wisps of smoke. Yami was left with only the feeling of hurt.
In the other room, Bakura listened to Yami attempt to get dressed quietly. Yami had been talking in his sleep, and the words made Bakura think. Perhaps thier was something speical about the boy after all.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
The Lies we Tell Ourselves
Prolog
What was this feeling inside of him? He was angry, no furious, at Seth for doing this to him, but that wasn't it. He had trusted the priest with secrets he didn't want revieled to anyone else. Yet the priest had turned on him and broken his trust, and his heart.
"Don't do this, Seth." He begged. He never begged, but he wanted so badly for this to stop.
"I'll stop when you are dead!" Seth cried, his dragon echoing his rage.
"So be it." He knew what this feeling was now, hurt. For the first time in his life, he hurt inside. He had been sad when Mahaado hadd died, but that sadness was nothing to the pain he was feeling now. Seth had been his closest friend, his trusted priest, and his firt love. He had thought that he knew Seth, but this man standing in front of him somehow managed to be both the man he loved and the person who was trying to kill him. There was no difference anymore. HIs love had betrayed him, and it hurt.
------
Yami woke up suddenly, the pain of the nightmare fading with the growing light. His nightmare confused him. He had been looking through the eyes of someone he didn't know. Seth, though, he know how that was. Pharoah, King of Upper and Lower Egypt, and any other title the people felt he needed. Seth had been high priest once, but that had been years ago, before he challenged Pharoah Atem to a shadow duel and won. No one knew what happened to Atem, but Seth was Pharoah now, and to mention Atem's name was death. That was probably the only rule Seth had that Bakura made his thieves follow.
"Atem was-" here, Bakura usually degraded to swearing. Every thief knew that thier king and the previous Pharoah had a history.
The dream was gone now, and trying to remember it was like trying to grasp at wisps of smoke. Yami was left with only the feeling of hurt.
In the other room, Bakura listened to Yami attempt to get dressed quietly. Yami had been talking in his sleep, and the words made Bakura think. Perhaps thier was something speical about the boy after all.