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Yamis and other bishounen tied to one chair with duct tape over their mouths MMMMMPHH!
Joey got up bright and early after a night of planning and deep thought with Tristan. Other than what was to come at dawn, they spent almost the entire night reminiscing the best of times in their house. Ghost stories, pestering the neighbors, hopping on building tops playing games all young boys do. He got a peaceful vibe whenever he was with Tristan.
Joey went out back to wash, then he had the last meal he would ever have with Tristan for a long time. Tristan went out to buy the sweetest meats he could afford for this special breakfast. Not the usual crap they ate every normal morning.
After breakfast, Joey got his bags of clothes, food, and money and headed outside.
"Now that bag of coins better last you at least half the way, or so help me Ra I'll track you down and kill you myself!" Tristan kidded. "Only buy things you absolutely need. And don't forget to…"
"I'm okay, Tristan! I'm not a little kid anymore! I'm a big boy. I won't talk to strangers, look both ways before crossing the road, and I won't get sidetracked. See? I know what I'm doin'." Joey acted more confident than usual because he saw that worried look on his lover's face. When they had met, they became inseparable. In the 6 years they were together, he had never left his side except for work. And even then they were no more than a block away from each other.
Joey was about to walk away when Tristan pulled him back and kissed him gently with tears dripping down both of their faces. They pulled away and Tristan said, "I thought all night on what words to say to you when you left." He bent down close to Joey's ear as if it was a life-or-death secret. "Salaam." The words were almost inaudible but echoed in Joey's head like a chorus of cherubs.
Not wanting to disturb this beautiful sound in his head, he just picked up his things and left. He turned around again, praying that Tristan would stop him again. He felt like he couldn't do it. He wanted to turn around and run back to him. But that would only disappoint Tristan. So many weaknesses were being suppressed that tears streamed down Joey's face like the Nile, for everyone to see. He bit his lip to prevent himself from sobbing uncontrollably.
He regained control of himself and by that time he reached the city limits of his metropolis of Memphis. He bought himself a camel, c'mon, he wasn't gonna walk to Alexandria. On the way there, he came across several villages, some benign, some hostile hee hee . Days had passed and Joey was so delirious he must have fallen for over 20 mirages. Ones of Tristan, pretty women, towns, and most of all…WATER!
No matter how many times he wanted to turn back, he and his camel trekked onward. Money was running low and so was his food. This was truly a test of his wits and strength, both physical and mental.
More days passed and he became surer he was lost and headed the wrong way. He saw another city ahead. Just another mirage Joey thought. He headed towards it anyway because it was on his road path. Not wanting another hopeless disappointment he closed his eyes for the longest time. He began to hear voices. Great, I must really have died this time! There are voices all around me. Expecting to in the Afterlife, Joey opened his eyes.
It was the most beautiful sight he'd seen in a long time. It wasn't the Afterlife, but civilization. But not just any town, either. It was his destination! Thebes…
Oh and 4 u uneducated ppl, "Salaam" means peace. aren't I smart?
Bishies get tape off of their mouths: NO!
gives FIERY HELL GLARE
shuts up
See ya next chappie…
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