disclaimer: don't own Yugioh or its characters.
Author's note: Thanks Red Sennacy...you inspired me to get this chappie going. :)
Prince Atemu...age 15 1/4
I've come to realize I neglected to ask a very important question to father. WHEN was he going to speak to Asru's father? It has been two rising and falls of the Aten and I've yet to hear anything on the matter. Meanwhile, I am being the best behaved prince I can be. Perhaps I am sucking it up a little to stay on father's good side or perhaps the gods' or even all? Regardless, being a 'good boy' is BORING! There is nothing amusing, entertaining, fun, challenging, or stimulating about being such. I'm beginning to stir-crazy as one of the older female servants muttered when she saw me pacing back and forth in my chambers like some caged animal. She's half right actually. I feel animalistic desires and I am caged within the palace walls. I'm TRYING TO BE GOOD HERE! I'm called strange things because of it? Somebody please explain that to me. I'm not deemed crazy when I do things I shouldn't, yet when I do things I should I am? I'm confused. Are you journal?
And since I am BORED, I have nothing but meaningless rambles to idle my time away. I am even thinking of a name for you journal. "Sacred Scriptures of Atemu's life?" Nah, too religious sounding. "Aty's guide to avoiding boredom?" Ick, that's boring in itself. "A Prince's Sultry Thoughts?" Maybe a little too racy though I bet that would perk some interest among other things. Great, here I am arousing myself? Maybe I AM crazy...more like nutty...wait, that's sexually connotative too isn't it? I give up. EVERYTHING in LIFE can be sexually related in some way, shape, or form!
Now, back to a name for you journal before I have to find another private, quiet place to quench another fire in that part of my body again. "Bad book of love. STAY OUT!" There, that works doesn't it? No. If it were me who discovered a book with a title like that, I'd do exactly opposite of what it says. Besides, a 'bad' book of 'love' sounds enticingly adventerous. Well journal, I guess I must delay naming you until my mind thinks more properly and not the one between my legs as mother keeps referring it as.
Let's see, what happened today. NOTHING! Guess that's why I'm BORED! It was the usual routine of studies. Oh wait, I did run into Mana since she, Mahaado, and I do have some magic lessons together. Luckily, it was my first lesson of the day and I was too relaxed in my stupor from my solitary romp and warm bath after to deal with the hinted venom within her expressions towards me. I was calm, cool, and relaxed. Wish I could stay that way all the time. Mahaado kept giving me strange looks though and he whispered to me asking me what was up. Nothing was UP anymore since I took care of that little need. Instead, I shrugged my shoulders at him and feigned ignorance. He raised an eyebrow in curiousity as I sometimes do. Even he thinks I'm plotting something when I'm trying to be a model student and being? Am I really getting into trouble that often that when I'm not, it's abnormal? I guess they think I'm being nice and perfect because I want something. Well, THEY'RE RIGHT! If I have a reason to be the way I am, be it good or bad, then I get something don't I? Usually though, it's a reprimand if I'm bad and stupified looks if I'm good.
After lessons, I spent some time beside father in the throne room. There's NEVER any fun or excitement in there! How can father stay awake like he does? If I wasn't standing I would've been asleep faster than Shimon can yell "NO!" Speaking of that word, I bet I know that particular word in so many different languages that I could baffle even myself. Wait, there was ONE bit of amusement in the throne room today. Shimon bent over to pick up the flail that father accidently dropped. As the old man bend over, he let out a loud, long fart! It was a perfect sound effect for the act of bending over. Of course all of us had to remain perfectly stoic. Seto's smirk was wavering at the corners like he was fighting his own urge to laugh. I heard father sigh and hold his breath. Obviously, he was downwind of the odor. I snuffled. I wanted to burst out laughing, but alas, I know there's a proper mode of behavior in the throne room and I did NOT want to be on father's bad side after all this effort I'm putting forth to be good. But dear Ra, it was hard not to laugh! I was just lucky the snuffle didn't result in a flying snot. Actually, that would've been funny too since Seto was in my line of fire below. Seto asked pharaoh's permission to step out of the throne room to relieve himself. Okay Seto, not fair! As he rounded the corner out of view, I heard the release his pent up laughter. I whispered in father's ear I needed to pee too, but he said no. Perhaps I should mark his throne as my territory like the resident dogs do to walls. Yes, I wanted to leave the throne room to laugh like Seto did, but I also really had to pee.
Reason for having to pee. I guess that was a story too. Mahaado and I had a drinking contest. Not of fine egyptian beer or wine, but of just plain water. Mahaado's too much of a goody goody to do anything more, especially since he is just about in service as a priest now. He will be the holder of the Millenium Ring. It'll be made official in a couple of days. Technically, he's been such for almost a year now, but since his training wasn't officially complete yet, he couldn't become part of the Millenium Item priests until it was. If I get all perfect scores on all my magic spells and tests like he does, could I become pharaoh then? I know I won't get any sort of promotion like that until father can no longer be king. So, why bother with perfect scores. It's more fun to mess with them and see what else can happen. In fact, I've invented two new spells thanks to my antics. Mana's probably invented a whole bookload. But even I will admit, Mahaado is the best magician in all of Egypt. Not even I can match him magically...though I'd never admit that openly to anyone. Actually I could probably admit that to him and he'd say: "No my prince, you are the finest in the land." Suck up.
What else happened today? I ate...what did I eat you ask? I atefood! Did you honestly think I'd bore you journal, with the menu once again. That's not juicy enough. Well, the leg of lamb was, but that's not the point. Yikes, I said that p-word again. Must stop. New subject.
Throne room business. BORING. Two pick-pocket kids were brought forth. They couldn't be older than ten. Father just wanted to scare them a little and hope to set them straight that way so that they don't become full blown thieves as adults and end up with a criminal record and perhaps no hands left as that is the punishment for thievery. I'd hate to see how you pee with no hands. A female might find it easier than a male. Only way I see a male peeing with no hands is squatting like how the females do. That's just so unmanly! Nothing against females mind you. But if you have a prong, then use it as it should be.
Other throne room business. Akunadin tripped on his own tunic. Was today 'curse the priests' day by the gods? That was funny too. It was a few hours before the Shimon fart so perhaps Seto and I were primed for an outburst. Akunadin didn't fall, but his off-balance motion sent him careening into Mahaado. Mahaado was most displeased, but prevented the always grumpy priest from falling. I woudn't want Akunadin rubbing up against me either. But that was Mahaado's good deed for the day. Oh wait, he does at least one a day. Suck up!
That brings me to today's thought of the day. Don't wear those longer tunics! Wear the short knee-length skirts like I do. More motion to the legs and the ladies love looking at legs and wondering what's farther up. Did I just say that? Wait, I wouldn't want to see Akunadin in one of those. Prune legs are NOT attractive to ANY female. Maybe another prune, or a raisen, or a shrivelled grape, but since they're fruits they wouldn't know much now would they? I wonder why Seto or Mahaado don't wear shorter skirts. They wear longer tunics too. Maybe it's a requirement for priests? Maybe I'll ask father that someday. But what do I care about men's legs! I'm just glad we live in a desert environment where it's scorching hot and the females go around topless or totally nude. Nice site to behold. Isis don't though, but again, that must be a priest thing. Wait, Mana don't either. Wonder why Mana doesn't? She's got nice ones. Why hide them? Am I speaking of Mana's bosom? I must give myself a lashing for that. I should be talking about Asru's bosom. Then again, it is proper and expected for a royal to have several wives. Asru would be my primary. Ewww, no! I just got goosebumps. I couldn't make Mana a wife. She's too much like a sister...but pharaohs do often bed their sisters...okay, I need to change the subject. My prong is getting involved in this conversation and it's just plain rude.
Well, that about does it for today's entry. As I said, not much happened and I'm nitpicking for something to write about other than whining or pining away with my Asru-complex. Yes, I fully admit, I have an Asru-complex. Summon the doctors! I'm addicted to her! She drives me crazy, insane, utterly loopy, and totally unprince-like! Then again, the only treatment for this problem is to give me my fill of Asru. I'd be fine if Asru was within my sight from the time the Aten rises to the time the Aten sets to the time the Aten rises to the timeyou get the idea of time here.
Until next time...Journal of a Thousand Secrets. Hey that's it, Millenium Journal! Nah, too corny. At least it's not horny. Hey, I made another rhyme!