disclaimer: don't own Yugioh or its characters.
Prince Atemu...age 15
Is it just me or are the pots in the palace getting smaller?! Tried my usual standby to avoid lessons today...hiding in a pot. Actually, I tried several pots. I finally found one I could get into only to discover that I could only get in as far down as my shoulders. What is it with these pots! I used to dive right into them. I know I've grown a little, but it doesn't seem on that grand a scale to my eyes. Wider shoulders maybe? I'm really beginning to think that this new adult-life stuff isn't all I thought it would be. I had to literally crack and break the pot to remove myself from it. Shimon nearly broke his back in laughter! He wished I hadn't found the strength to break it. He wanted father to see my predicament...the crowned prince of Egypt, royal heir to the throne...physically stuck in a pot. Luckily, I denied him that and saved myself a world of humiliation. But, I still have to work off the expense of that pot. It was one of father's favorites. To work off the expense, father is making me stand at his throne-side for three entire days! That's not working off an expense, that's slowly setencing me to death! I will probably collapse as I fall asleep standing up due to so much boredom! Sleep is the best fix for boredom. Can't be bored if you aren't even aware right? Guess it is yet another way to amuse father though. Watch the prince go boom as he snoozes into a few bruises.
And so, as a result of trying to ditch lessons yet again, I had to write another 5 scrolls. One about the properties of pots and other breakable, sometimes valuable pottery. One about how a body changes as it grows older (I actually had fun with this one, pointing out how Shimon defies such, at least height wise). Two about the responsibilities of being a royal prince and heir to a kingdom (might I add...boring!), and the last one about the papyrus wads and their effects when falling from above one's head. I'm sure Shimon put in the request for the last one. I think father is amused by these scrolls I have to write. They probably break up the montony of reading all the dull stuff a pharaoh has to read. I am constantly reminded by both father and mother that when I have children, to watch them be as I am or worse. Worse? I would think the opposite word is proper. If they can best my ingenius antics, then they are extremely gifted! But, I understand my parents' concept. I only hope I have a son and that he has antics that go beyond even my own. Then as I am pharaoh, I can read amusing scrolls rather than the dull, boring stuff. Knowing my luck, I'll have some perfect, studious, follow all the rules type child. THAT would really be a punishment for me! I do hope the gods are not looking down upon this journal and getting ideas in regards to that. Enough of that though, all this talk of me having kids is probably giving me a grey hair or two and I'm not even old enough to have those yet! In fact thinking about marriage and having children of my own may scare me away from sex completely. I'm already curious about it, but it's not worthwhile if it's going to cost me a lifetime of boredom, responsibility, and other dull, monotonous routines.
Also, to this point in time, I have not come up with a worthy scheme to keep myself in Asru's stableyards. Perhaps while I am there for my final time tonight I can ponder the options.
Met up with Mahaado and Mana for magic lessons earlier. Those lessons were cut short thanks to Mana's slight 'deviation' from the lesson plan. Rather than find a way to distinegrate locusts and other larges masses of parasites, she found a way to enlarge and multiply them...and a spider that was webbed at the corner of a wall. The spider alone stood taller than me! Luckily, or unluckily depending on how it's looked at, Seto was nearby and summoned a creature with the millenium rod. He says I owe him. I asked him if he wanted a kiss in payment. That chased him off pretty quick. I think I really am learning how to push his buttons. He's so easy to rile!
Joined Mana and Mahaado after our lessons in the gardens. Taught them this recipie:
2 parts goopy mud (goopy2 parts water, 1 part dirt/sand), 1 part papyrus, 1 large palm leaf, 2 arm-length bits of twine. Combine goopy mud and papyrus. Roll in palm leaf (should be oval shape), tie ends just tight enough to hold, but not too tight, with twine. Take goop bombs to the guard watch posts atop palace. Wait for Seto, Shimon, or Akunadin to show below (usually some form of bait will draw one of them to the ideal spot such as avoiding one's lessons to draw out Shimon). Drop goop bombs and shout "oops." Said aforementioned person should instinctively look up at that time. See gravity work! Then hide like there's no tomorrow. Likely the bombed being will not search since he will be too busy getting the bomb goop off his person, but better safe than sorry. Whenever in doubt, ALWAYS hide, but NEVER run.
Exception to the above rule...do NOT drop on Pharaoh! (stupid, stupid,Mahaado!). Always look and verify who's below!!! Father's going to tan his hide tanner than it already is. Or at least give him a verbal reprimand in public (Mahaado HATES that). But wait, somehow I am going to get punished too since father knew Mahaado didn't come up with such an ingenius device. Either that or goop bombs and papyrus wads are fast becoming a trademark of mine. My backside is going to be of the finest rawhide by the time I reach an age where father can no longer tan it. I suppose if I 'acted my age' since I proclaim to be a 'young man' he wouldn't be able to tan my backside at all. But alas, my mind simply will not cease its creative endeavors to alleviate boredom and routine. I keep trying to tell father that my pranks, jokes, schemes, games, antics, and other innovative methods of amusement are simply my personal way of practicing tactical perfection and strategic advantages as well as ways to avoid wars, combat, and other nuances. Father hasn't bought that reasoning yet. Guess I will have to prove it to him one day. He's such a pacifist, but so am I. The difference between us is that I know peace comes at a high price. Sometimes to protect peace, one must wage war. I know ways of going to war without the actual war part. Why put lives on the line when all you have to do is challenge the enemy's leader to a game or duel? Winner take all. Naturally the stakes must be high and so must the prize. Otherwise, the leader would probably laugh until his stomach hurt. And naturally, a leader making this challenge had better KNOW that he's going to win at all costs. Otherwise, the gamble is not worth the risk and war will happen anyway. I am going to be such a leader. I will be a king of games...master of every form of game, duel, or other non-war method of reaching a conclusion without war. Though of course, I will also know how to wage war...just in case my foe is a complete idiot. War would be short though...the millenium items would see to that. No need to extend supplies, men, or time when a couple of nasty high powered kaa beasts can do the job for you.
Speaking of dueling, Seto and I did indeed have a bit of a duel this morning. I royally kicked his ass! (Royally!?, Damn where do I come up with such perfect lines?!) Beat him in three turns. Just 3 TURNS! There's something to be said about weaker kaa whom have special effects when combined with magical spells. Kuriboh...that little brown ball of fuzz seems to give me endless possibilities in duels, both offense and defense. Needless to say, Seto did as Seto always does...brings out strong kaa in full attack mode before pondering what his opponent may have in preparation. Is it just me or does Seto have an obsession with dragons? A good portion of kaa monsters at his disposal are dragons. If he continues along this trend, his dueling will become even more predictable than it already is. Guess I should keep that to myself though. Regardless though, Akunadin for some reason looked really pissed that Seto lost. I don't know what that is all about, but right after the duel, he dragged Seto away and I didn't see him again until he saved Mahaado, Mana, and I from Mana's wayward spell. That was quite a few hours after that duel too. I'm guessing Seto had some serious studying to do. I am still undefeated in duels against Seto. Will he ever learn that he cannot and will not ever best me? My guess is probably not. Damn fool is more stubborn than four asses and a mule! I didn't just say that did I? I'm even starting to talk like a villager. I don't know if that is a good or bad thing either!
Which reminds me...I should be doing such as well. But, who wants to study when there's fun things to write and it makes one look like they are studying? Mother would have a fit if she found out that her little journal suggestion has become a way for me to ignore my studies. Again, I'm one step ahead...using something to my advantage. I can't help it...it's in my blood. I have to make a game of just about anything and everything. Is it an addiction? Perhaps, but if it makes me happy and confident, then I could care less what it could be labelled as.
And before closing this entry, my thoughts return to Asru. I have one last night to see her legitimately. Tonight is that final night. Anything after this, unless I come up with a way to extend my punishment there, will have to be me sneaking out of the palace...the usual pre-punishment routine. But now Asru's father and older sister know me well. Sneaking out of the palace is only half the problem. Getting past those two snoopy relatives of Asru's are the other, much harder half. I am also going to give Asru a little gift tonight. A token of my affections perhaps. I've told no one other than this journal about this. If all goes as I plan, I'll have something to write about in my next entry here. If not, well, I'd rather just forget about the whole thing and never mention it again.
Time for me to prepare for tonight. I will wear my 'cleanest' stable cleaning attire, eventhough it will not remain that way later. At least this particular tunic isn't completely stained with horse droppings and other foul, ugly markings. And I will give homage to Ra and other gods that be in hopes that they will indulge me with a plan to perhaps aid in a fulfillment of what could perhaps be a part of my destiny. If not, I will be suffering through a few days' worth of a condition called Asru-deprivation. And with that condition, may father choose to alter my punishment with him. Otherwise, he will be punishing himself. I will whine, bitch, moan, complain, rebel, and perform other moody antics to voice my protest over my deprivation of a certain desire. I can be a downright royal pain in the ass (or simply behave as a normal teenager often does) when I want to be. I consider it a teen prince's priviledge to voice or act out my concerns for the lackings of others or myself for that matter. Asru-deprivation could become an immediate cause for action.