disclaimer: don't own Yugioh or its characters.
Prince Atemu...age 15
Well as aforementioned, I spoke with mother about what I had done. I was expecting a lecture in either form, positive or negative. Instead, she simply wept. How am I supposed to take that? Was it a weep of joy or sorrow? This is exactly what I mean about females and ambiguity. I opted to slink slowing backwards and out of her chambers. As I closed the door, I could still hear her weeping. I sat in my chambers and just stared blankly at a crack on a wall for Ra knows how long. Is the palace shifting? I don't remember this crack. This is a new crack. Am I actually pondering a crack? Speaking of crack...Asru's behind...ohhh...did I just go to that subject yet AGAIN? My apologies journal...the ass topic is plaguing my thoughts of recent.
After a while, mother came to me. I was expecting a soft toned, meaningful discussion with her. Instead, I got a loud, sharp reprimand. It was so unlike mother. She went through the usual rants that father or Shimon typically would say..."YOU IRRESPONSIBLE, IGNORANT, RECKLESS BOY! HOW COULD YOU...(insert some act I performed here)!" Mother must listen closely to reprimands father usually doles out to me. She nearly got it word for word. As she ranted, my mind was already flanking her. I knew WHY she was ranting. All parents want better for their children...to step above and surpass them in every way possible. Apparently mother wasn't as keen to me marrying 'beneath my station' as I hoped she'd be considering her own original status. Doesn't she and father realize that the Egyptian royal bloodline is doused with too much incest and outer nationalities? Several of us have to be bold and step outside the lines to bring in fresh EGYPTIAN blood. Otherwise, our proud, dignified bloodline will end up with strange, deformed mutants or people who look more foreign than native. How dignified is that? I do not wish to marry some royal princess or whatever they are called from another nation or country. That does NOT keep the Egyptian blood pure and true. Granted, I have no qualms about having a few in my supposed 'harem' and under different circumstances, would look beyond race and nationality, but with the Egyptian bloodline already mixing with Hyksonian and Nubian blood,etc., I feel the need to bring us back to trueblood before we're completely bred out. Pharaohs above all else represent Egypt and her gods. So it makes perfect logic that his mate should be true Egyptian as well. I want to breed pure. I'm already a freak of Egyptian nature. I know of no other Egyptian who sports the 'hair of the gods' as father terms it. No need to emphasize that a little more in the next generation. For some reason, I feel uneasy about Egypt's future...that we will cease to be as we currently are. Progress and change are a natural course of events in human culture and lives, but I fear that ours is heading for destruction. I've had dreams of an Egypt that was no longer herself...that she flew flags of foreign origins and her people became much the same..a strange mix of native and foreign cultures. Now why am I even pondering all this? Oh yeah, mother is STILL ranting.
I phased back into her 'loud lecture.' I caught bits of it...something about being led by my penis. Why is that part of my anatomy ALWAYS thrown into the fray? It seems it has been such since my tenth birthday. I don't hear about women being led by their bosoms. Is there a double standard here? I'm not going to incriminate myself here. I honestly don't know how much say my 'penis'' had in the matter. I surely hadn't consulted it. If it partook in any actions or decision making, it did so without my direct approval.
Father boomed into my chambers within moments. He probably heard mother. Probably all of Egypt heard mother. Her voice carries with a relatively high but strong pitch. I wouldn't be surprised that the dead in the Valley of the Kings were rolling in their tombs at being awakened by her voice. The speed father arrived from the throne room to my chambers indicates that he knew EXACTLY where to go...namely my chambers. Must be becoming a normal thing.
Mother informs him at breakneck speed of the situation here. She should be utilized as a messenger for our armies. She could relay information faster than a godbird can dive. But now I realize my own situation. It will soon be two to one...odds against me. I'm sure nosy Shimon will join in the fray soon too. Then it will be three to one...against me. Much more challenging and better odds for me to pull off my gaming skills. Yes, even in dire situations like this, I still treat it as a game. Life is one big game...with lots of little side games thrown in along the way. Thinking in this manner keeps me focused and not worried about what kind of outcome or negativities could flow my way. Besides, my whole gaming strategy is easy and never fails...ALWAYS WIN. I'm undefeated in all games. I choose not to face my first defeat now. Am I phasing in and out of their ranting and lecturing? Sure as the Aten rises and falls I am! Don't they realize that I am so accustomed to being ranted at, reprimanded, punished, yelled at, etc. that it has become 'normal' and I now multi-task during such events? Guess not because they are still ranting.
Father did not look well at all. I do not know why he was even in the throne room anyway. He should have been resting in bed. I fear this little ordeal with me may worsen his condition. Why couldn't mother just wait and let me handle this in the smooth, calm, stepwise tactic I had devised for this news? Mother tried to calm father down. He's stubborn. I now know where I got that little trait from. They can't blame me for that trait any longer. Father's loins caused it. There, I've blamed father's penis for something! HA!
They stopped yelling and were staring at me. I guess it means I didn't respond to a question that was tossed at me. Usually when that's the case another lecture comes forth...the one about paying attention and how it is respectful to do so. Luckily Shimon bolts in. For once I'm actually happy to see the little old man. He distracted my parents onslaught from me.
Normally, he'd be dismissed as this is a 'private' family matter, but both father and mother realized that there is strength in numbers, especially if it is on their side of the argument. They quickly inform Shimon of my desire to wed Asru. As his expression changes, I realize that he too, sides with them as mother and father had anticipated. They all just fell into my court. The higher the odds are against me, the better my game is. If Akunadin, Seto, no...not Seto...I can't stand his baffooning cackle and smartass smirk, or any of the other priests enter this, my game rise up moreso and my chance of winning this battle increases. I just wish Mahaado or Mana were present to support me and see me at my best. They know I play a good game, but they never see me in a great game.
As I phased back into the three voice lecture I was now receiving, I heard the words 'eunuch' and 'penis' in the same sentence. That can't be a good thing. But it's a bluff...a very obvious one at that. I am the lone royal male son...the only heir to the throne. As I mentioned in a previous entry, threatening to lop off my royal jewels or manhood worsens the very stability of Egypt herself. It also pressures father to get busy with mother again. He doesn't have the time or health for such. Eeewww, I just pictured my parents doing 'that act.' I need to change the subject...NOW!
Then came the very predictable, "Now what do you have to say for yourself!" line. The three awaited my response. Silence is golden. Speak and it will most definitely be held against oneself. Shimon cannot say I do not learn what I study. These are key bits from my criminology studies. Though my proposal to Asru is anything but criminal. It is perfectly legal, just, and just plain meant-to-be. So, I remain silent. Father expected such. He grins. He knows I've mastered at least that much of my studies. Sometimes I think parents just look for their kids to mess up. Then it gives them a way to test the knowledge and learned skills of said kids. At the rate I'm going though, I'm going to run out of studies. I get more tests per day than I do study subjects. Wait, is that a good thing? Probably not. But, I can't help being one inquisitive, overly curious, anxious, easily bored, hormonally stirred, energetic, highly intelligent young man now can I? Might I throw in 'amusement toy for the gods' and that would sum it all up right there.
Father looks tired and worn. He ends his ranting, raving, and whatever else he was doing. Mother ceases her almost on cue. Shimon huffs. He wants more action since he was late in the game. Too bad. Father tells me that this discussion isn't finished and it will be continued once I've thought my own process through. Guess he still hasn't caught on that I am always a step, and these days two or three, ahead of him. Nevertheless, it'll give me reprieve and a chance to be alone to my musings once again. Now comes the reprimand phase.
Father has Shimon remove many items from my chambers. My senet board, bao board, and other games and objects that I utilize for fun and amusement. They are replaced with a lone dia diank. I am told I must master ka and the dark magics of the millenium items. Father will place the Millenium Puzzle into my chambers each night after departing from his duties in the throne room. I now know there is no longer time for fun, innocent games. This is an obvious step towards my own kingship. I just wish I knew what was wrong with father!
Well journal, you and I will be busy these next many moons. I have been confined to my chambers to "contemplate the implications of my actions." That's father's royal-speak for "change your mind now you dolt before I tan your behind and change it for you." For once I actually wish to avoid the latter. Asru likes my behind as it is. I don't wish it tanned or roughened any further. Did I just go back to the ass topic again? I also notice that father has ordered several more servants into my chambers and more guards outside it. I will be getting typical royal room service I guess...eating meals in my chambers, enjoying long baths and massages, sleeping whenever I desire, and other 'harsh punishments.' Father terms it a reprimand. I term it a royal vacation. Was father that much of a goody goody boy when he was a child? Otherwise, he'd realize that this is no punishment whatsoever but rather a blessing for a teenage boy. Or maybe he does know and my acceleration into kingship has firmly taken foothold and thus has 'gone easy' on me for my studies will be so much more demanding? I will know which it is as time goes by.
Speaking of Asru, I will train more of these palace rats to my bidding. I sent one with a special whistle and message for Asru. The whistle will call one of my godbirds that isn't caged. It's a mated pair that I've trained, but allow them to remain wild. They nest on one of the temple spires within the village so they will hear the whistle and respond to whomever holds that whistle. They can carry messages from her to me. I will use the rats. I told her do NOT use the village rats. Those are likey diseased and untrained. I also told her do NOT use the roaches in her stable. They're probably large enough to be message carriers, but since that night she showed them to me, I have had nightmares of those things! I honestly think I fear those vile crusty ugly speed demons. That's only for you to know journal. Ahh, the wonders of modern communication methods eh? Rats and falcons. What a step up from human runners!
I will place this entry to a close. I feel my bed calling me. I have a headache from today's rant sessions and crack staring. Now there's a good image to fall asleep with...Asru's ass.