disclaimer: don't own Yugioh or its characters.
author's note: This was just a short little random fic I felt like writing. It's going no where and doing nothing. All just for fun and amusement. ;P
Prince Atemu...age 14 (and a half!)
I'm back. I'm not giving dates because I can't keep them straight anyway. That happens when you tend to spend your waking hours asleep and your sleeping hours awake. I find that, more and more, I'm a being of the night. I prefer the solemn peace and tranquility of a dark, cool night over the hustle and bustle, scorching hot, bright days. But, I must learn to tolerate the day. Our society functions mainly during the day. But, I do know of a pharaoh who defied prophecy of his own untimely death and ruled by candlelight of the night. Perhaps I am a night royal too? I tend to think so. But alas, my court will likely be day people so I'll be outnumbered and I refuse to use my own rank to change so many people.
I'm writing again (obviously!). I find a good time to do these entries is when I'm reprimanded. It occurs almost daily and there's nothing else better to do. The way this is going, I'll have several books written before I'm even crowned king! My whole life is an irony. I tend to get into trouble when I'm bored. And, boredom occurs rather frequently around here. Yet, when I'm reprimanded, I'm sent to my chambers to sulk in the very thing that started it all...boredom! Confusing isn't it? How am I supposed to learn to deal with boredom if I go stir crazy in the very essence of it whether I'm in my parents' good graces or being reprimanded!? Too much boredom. See, I'm even pondering boredom. That's scary in its own right!
Shimon pops in from time to time as I slowly write this. Guess father doesn't trust me to stay put. He's a very smart man. It would be the same exact tactic I would use if I were him. I tend to find let's just say, creative ways to rid myself of viewing these walls on a regular basis. Father is learning this very quickly. Though as usual, I'm one step ahead. Father is easier to fool than mother. But, I'll not let the kingdom know of that flaw of his. It's my secret...for now. Mother probably knows it too though. Mother knows EVERYTHING. She doesn't mind me galloping off for adventure so long as I don't get into trouble. She always mentions things about being well-rounded. I guess that means experiencing many facets and aspects of life...not just the sheltered one within the palace. I know one thing however, I know not to test my leash. As I've said before...mother always knows. I actually fear her more than my father simply because I have no idea how much she knows so I'm afraid to defend myself or give some reason other than the total, complete truth. With my father, it's a bit easier...he's a male and I know how males think since I am one myself. Word to the ladies, males are dupable...very easily dupable. Oh wait, nobody reads this do they. Well then, my little secret.
Speaking of ladies, I'm learning quite a bit about them. I observe them when they don't expect it. No, I'm not some perverted peep. I'm simply fascinated by what I'm not. My mother and Mana give me much insight into standard feminine behaviors. I've already learned that it doesn't matter if a male is right or not. Against a woman a man is ALWAYS wrong. I'll remember that when the time comes for me to take a wife. Of course she'll have to compete with my natural gaming abilities so women's intuition verses gaming instinct...hmm, wonder which will be one up on the other? Ah well, that's years down the road. I have no intention of marrying anytime soon. I want to enjoy life before being chained to it with a wife (or wives) and kids.
Food of the day...watermelon. I love watermelon! Didn't like yesterday's food of the day...seemed to be some sort of grain imported from a far off nation. It was sticky and white and reminded me of maggots. Had no flavor to it. I added onion for flavor but then it just ended up as blah! But watermelon...it's a survival food for us. It's nearly all water with a natural sweet, cooling taste to it. We pack many of these on long journeys across the desert and fortify our moving military troops with it. They're heavy, but well worth their weight in gold! And on a side note, the seeds do wonders in modified blow pipes! You could take out an eye with one strategically fired seed! Father told me to stop creating ways to cause trouble. I told him, the military could utilize this little weapon I created. I mean, how many enemies would expect to have to flee from the mighty pang of a high speed watermelon seed!? Father says a sense of humor doesn't belong in the ranks of trained killers (ahem, the military). I told him that humor is what does the most damage to an opponent when utilized at the right time in the right way. I was reprimanded for talking back again.
Let's see, what else can I needlessly ramble about? Tried a new type of lesson the other day. Pottery. Shimon told me that if I enjoyed hiding in pots so much then perhaps I should learn to make them. He was just being sarcastic, but I figured I'd take him up on that one. You know, make a multi-chambered pot so I can stash food in it and hide there all day long! How women can spin that goopy, soupy clay into bowels is beyond me. Perhaps it is womens work and requires a woman's hands? I don't have the patience or attention span for such fine, careful work. I had more fun spinning that stuff as fast as it would go. Splats nicely in all directions! Maybe this is another creative weapon that can be utilized? Goopy clay does make for some interesting games. I tossed some upon my chamber's ceiling. It remained there for half a day! But, it decided to give way to gravity just as Shimon stood underneath it. It was hilarious! I was reprimanded for that however. I am now banned from touching pottery clay.
Spent several days in a row standing by my father's side as he sat upon the throne. BORING! As I've said before and I'll say it again, being a pharaoh is really boring stuff! I've got to change all that when I do become king. Naked dancing girls in the room at all times, food readily available, music playing in the background, happy faces upon all my subjects, guards,etc. just to name a few things that could spice up that boring room. I noticed not a single priest, guard, or even subject brought in to face my father, err, the king had a happy face. All were serious, solemn, and just overall boring. See what I mean, boring, boring, boring! Whole life surrounded by that stuff! That can't be what life's all about! The colorful murals and paintings within the throne room are total irony to the mood and environment set within it. There's that word again too...irony. Boring and irony make up the majority of my life right now. I thought these were supposed to be the best years of my life? Then why are they made up of such dull things? May as well paint the throne room totally black and put a few coffins in there because some of us, like myself, are going to drop dead of utter boredom!
New guy on the scene. His name is Seto. He's a tall, lanky, moody kid that's at least a few years older than myself. He's got unusually blue eyes for an egyptian too. No, I'm not interested in males, it's just a feature that stands out in him besides his attitude...just as my hair is my most obvious feature. Already from the looks of things he's rubbing Akunadin the wrong way. The old man seems skittish around this boy. Unless there's more than meets the eye? Hey, I made a funny! Eye...Akunadin...get it? But, back to Seto. I'm not sure if I like him yet. He's very, well, he's got this mean streak he seems to carry upon himself at all times. Mahaado and myself were thinking about allowing him to join us in some of our sporting events, but both of us think he might ruin the 'fun' mood of the things or kill one or all of us for real. He's got a real chip on his shoulder. Wonder if anyone will ever break through his icy cold stare and solid walls he's built up around himself? Maybe I'll have to be the first to try? Someday...not today...not tomorrow. I've got my own issues to deal with right now or so my mother says. I don't have issues...I have valid complaints about how this place is run and how it keeps bringing me down. Not issues. Oh wait, I have one issue...being a teenager where my body and mind are uncooperative with one another is an issue. What crazy game did the gods have when they created puberty? I'm not liking it one bit, but, as always, I will master and best this game too. I just wish I knew what the rules were.
Mana has been keeping things on the bright side for me. Nothing seems to phase her at all! Life is one big, happy time for her! She's one of the few that sees life as one big positive thing. I envy her for that. But, I know that's not reality. One day, she will have to realize that too. When she does, she too, will step beyond childhood. As much of either of us wish it could remain, childhood has left us. The games we once played together now feel rather...awkward. We used to have a game where we tackled each other for control of a sand dune. Last time I tackled Mana, it felt entirely wrong...or at least awkward. My body reacted differently to her being beneath me. Guess that means we're not kids anymore. The rules have definitely changed. What's eerily scary is I think we both liked it. I wish we would've been forewarned about that. No matter, our friendship still remains as strong as ever...only our games have changed. I still have no qualms about tackling Mahaado though. He needs to gain a little more of...something! I mean, he's taller than me and built a little stronger than me...yet...he puts up less fight than Mana. Maybe he's still stuck in that status thing. If that is so, he'll have sand up his ass every time he's toppled from that sand dune! One day, he's going to have to stand up for himself. If I have to drive that home, then so be it. Oh speaking of Mahaado, he had GOT to get a sense of humor! You would think he would developed that by now...hanging around me all the time. He's got the personality of a dog bone! Will have to change that somehow.
I never mentioned why I was reprimanded this time. I should keep note of such stuff so I know what's been done so I won't repeat it again (unless it's a good one...but I didn't just say that). Well, that stuff I was banned from...that pottery clay. I kindly 'borrowed' some on my way back from my magic training. Seto was a level below me, sulking or whatever upon a bench. I felt like cheering him up. So...well...I did that little gravity plop thing upon him. The pottery clay splatted upon his head so well that it looked like he was wearing a wig of soupy, goopy mud! I was caught because I was on my back on the floor laughing hysterically when father found me. I couldn' t stop even long enough to get out of that room! The look upon Seto's face was priceless! I'd even take ten lashings to see that reaction again! But, Seto's not one to let someone be 'one up' on him. He'll get even with me, somehow...or at least he'll try. As long as I'm one step ahead in the game, he'll never best me.
I hear Seto is skilled in his magic use too. But then again, he's going to be a priest. I would hope he is. But, I'm hearing rumors that his power rivals my own. This concerns me. I enjoy this little reward for my skills. I don't wish to lose it to some moody, dull, strange kid! Mahaado is concerned about him as well. But then again, Mahaado is concerned about the fly on the wall too so that isn't surprising. Mana seems a bit interested in Seto though I'm unsure why. She said something about tall, dark, and handsome. Hey! You know, while it usually doesn't bother me, sometimes I just hate it when insults about height slap me up against the side of the face when I least expect them to. There's nothing wrong with my height...I've got the goods all in the right places. THAT's what matters...but Mana's a bit young to realize that yet. So, let her drool...just not on MY magic books! Wait, am I jealous!? I just reread what I wrote. I've got to be kidding myself! She's like a sister to me! Right? Come on Atemu, you know better than that! Oh, this is really pathetic, I'm yelling and talking to myself in my own journal. Note to self: burn this entry in the near future. In fact, while at it, burn this whole entire thing!
Mother has just stepped into my chambers. I suppose I should end this now and close it before mother sees what I've been writing. I'm sure my entries would entice another reprimand for countless unprincely thoughts. Am I just a beacon for trouble and reprimands or what!? Soon I will be immune to them. They will become a part of my daily routine. Oh wait, nevermind, they already are.