Scythe: Well. I'm coming to love this story, but I'm so sad because I feel you guys don't like it... I usually get about ten reviews at least for one chapter... and I'm sitting here with like... 5... per chapter... it... makes me sad T.T But I will continue this, because I love it. Now, on with the random comments:
Standard Warnings: YAOI. Random (probably sick) Humor. Seth/Atem, Bakura/Atem. This and that, if you've read this far, you should already know this stuff. So on we go.
Disclaimer: I don't own the YuGiOh Characters; I'm not making any profit. This is just for fun, blah blah blah.
Thank You's: Anastasia- for telling me things I already knew :D. But thanks anyways, really. I know they like, fall to their knees and things, but for this story, I need them to be slightly... un-Egyptian(I'm really sorry readers ). It just makes things easier for me and less awkward on the story. But! I have an offer for you, so please go to my profile and e-mail me. I'd like you to, perhaps, be the editor of this story (since I hardly have time to do it myself). If you're interested, like I said, e-mail me, and tell me your info, like if you have any instant message systems. (I also have a few questions to ask of you , my expert on Egyptology). And lastly, thank you for being the first reviewer of Chapter 2. Ta Da. presents Anastasia with... a dung beetle May Ra be with you! You are my FAVORITE reviewer! (Look how long your thank you is :D)
Bakura: ... The sad thing is, I think she ACTUALLY means that Anastasia is her favorite reviewer.
Scythe: Hey... all my reviewers are my favorite reviewer.
Bakura: I know. That's the scary thing about it, and now... you actually mean it... um... more than usual? Ugh, just get on with it you idiot writer!
Scythe: ... =.= Ok, ok!
Chance Meeting- Chapter 3
Seth gazed at his beautiful self in the reflective metal mirror, tilting his head from side to side; making sure every detail was perfectly set. After a few minutes of just staring and loving the mirror, he pulled on his hat, completing his formal attire, and set off to meet the Pharaoh at their private dinner.
Checking carefully to make sure the vile of snake poison extract was firmly tucked away, the high priest snuck into the smaller, private dining hall, and smiled as he saw the Pharaoh fumbling with his clothes. The high priest had to admit that this pharaoh certainly wasn't ugly. In fact, he was quite the sight to look at, especially dressed in gold... or simply nothing at all. Not to mention, Seth thought, he was the best fuck he'd ever had. Ah, the only use for that pathetic Pharaoh, the priest concluded, stepping forward to make his presence known, and forcing a smile onto his face. He saw the pharaoh visibly light up and straighten, even saw him blush shyly, and smile back.
Bowing low before he dared look the Pharaoh in the eye, he picked up a bottle of flavored water (1), and poured them each a drink. When the Pharaoh averted his eyes to look to the servants bringing in platters of well prepared food, Seth took his chance, and slipped the poison into the drink.
He slid the goblet to Atem, and raised his own class. "To your wonderful rule."
The Pharaoh rose his own glass, gently tapped it against Seth's, and took a long drink. It was very delicious and very refreshing, the royalty thought, and such a rarity in his kingdom. Setting the goblet down, the pharaoh began to dig into his food, examining it and then making his poison tester taste it. He waited, making sure everything was tried, and when no one was falling over dying, choking, or anything as such, he nodded to Seth, and they began to eat.
Seth smiled to himself, peeking at the pharaoh as he slipped some food into his mouth. Any minute now, he thought, the pharaoh would start to sweat, and feel dizzy. He saw him take more of the tasteful liquid into his mouth, and smirked again. The more, the better, the faster, he thought. He took a sip of his own drink. He knew how to make things seem less apparent. By doing pretty much whatever the pharaoh did, it would raise less suspicion with anyone. Especially the stupid little servants that actually enjoyed serving the pharaoh... Such as the ones that were watching him carefully this very moment.
How he hated people who watched him constantly. He looked over to one of the servants, smirking at him sexily, and the reaction he got was perfect. A blush graced her features, and she looked away, shifting uncomfortably. Now that she was distracted, he felt a little better. She wouldn't be looking back at him for a while.
Remembering he was supposed to be monitoring the pharaoh's conditions, he looked back over to the tri-color haired ruler, expecting to see the beginnings of sweat, and his breathing to have been sped up... but he found this wasn't happening. In fact, it seemed the pharaoh had more energy now. Puzzled, the high priest was thankful he'd brought extra vials. Perhaps he'd given him the wrong thing?
No, that was impossible. He did have the vaccine for it, yes, but it was still safely tucked away. He narrowed his eyes some, and sat up straight. "My lord pharaoh," he started. "I wish to speak with you in private, if it is not too much trouble."
Atem looked up at him, blinking slightly, and then nodded, dismissing his servants. Once gone, the golden pharaoh smiled slightly at Seth. "What is it?"
Without words, the high priest rose and strode over to his side, kneeling doing beside his chair, and taking his hand into his. "I wish to give you a gift tonight." He whispered softly, leaning up to grace his lips over the pharaoh's ear. "A gift that only you may receive from me..." He felt the younger one shiver, and get the basic picture.
Now he could distract him much more easily, and poison his drink... again. He nearly crawled into the pharaoh's lap, capturing his lips and kissing him deeply. He heard a small, surprised moan, and he began to work his magic, slipping his hands into his own clothes pockets to retrieve the poison, and dumping a much larger dosage into his drink. He pulled away, looking into the pharaoh's now half-lidded eyes, and smirking. A blush tinted his cheeks, much like that of the girl-servant he'd smirked at earlier.
How naive this little pharaoh was. He'd never found manipulating so easy. Then, teasing the pharaoh slightly, he pecked his lips and told him, "But you have to wait for later..."
The pout that was suddenly on the soft, beautiful lips was really, very entertaining, and he rose. "Would you like another drink?" Without waiting for an answer, he poured some more of the flavored water into his cup, mixing the poison thoroughly. How he loved to think of the snake venom lacing through the pharaoh's body right this instant. "Another toast?"
"Yes. To you and your success as high priest." Atem offered.
"Oh, you are too kind, my pharaoh. I do not deserve your praise." And he really didn't.
"No, no, Seth. You have always been the one I can trust the most."
Oh goody, Seth thought mockingly. But it was good, he noted, that the pharaoh already trusted him more than anyone. He smiled, and raised his glass into the air, gently knocking it against Atem's and they took a long, long drink.
Good. Now I know for sure that he's drank it. Who knows what could have happened while I wasn't watching. Some stupid servant could have changed his goblet, for all I know, Seth contemplated.
But now, all he had to do was wait.
And wait he did. He waited a good hour, and still nothing. Could it be, he wondered, that the pharaoh was... immune? He felt his eye twitch at the thought. No... It couldn't be possible, could it?
"My pharaoh, I have a question."
"What is it, Seth?"
"Were you sick often when you were a child?"
The pharaoh looked up, thinking hard. "You know, now that I think about it, I was. Especially after my father died," he mumbled softly, sadly.
That was it... he was poisoned, on purpose, as a child, in small doses, so that his body would be immune! Damn it all! Seth's mind raged on, anger flooding through him. So, he pondered, when he poisoned his father, the high priests had taken extra precautions and made him immune to poisons... but there had to be some sort of poison that he wasn't immune to. He would find out what it was... and he would get it.
After their delicious dinner gone bitter, Seth had told the pharaoh to wait for him in his chambers, and that he needed to bathe. He called it somewhat of a purification ceremony that he preformed before going to the pharaoh's bed chambers. He always found Atem flattered that he'd go through so much trouble. It was almost sickening how easily he manipulated this young one! Nothing could come in his way.
Atem took a deep breath, looking himself up and down in his mirror. He was always making little perfections before Seth came to him, making sure everything was just right. At the moment, he was making sure candles were lit in his room, as it was getting quite dark. But not only did they supply light, they supplied a romantic atmosphere for what was to come.
He sniffed his arms slightly, hoping his Egyptian Musk was still on, but it was getting weak, so, out of pure habit, he applied more to his neck, arms, and chest. He loved the smell so much; he ordered his oil in bulk from a merchant.
He wasn't a very wealthy merchant. In fact, he was quite poor, and many of his advisors had told him not to buy such filth, but he'd never found anything better, so he ordered in secret. The merchant was very kind, and wasn't like most merchants, who got extreme ego's when the pharaoh would buy even one thing from then. He was old, and just trying to make a living by selling his oils and herbs, and never once bragged or told anyone his best customer was the pharaoh.
Sighing softly, he took another deep breath, reveling in the scent of it. He purred to himself and reapplied his kohl to his eyes. The finished product was absolute perfection. One might call it godliness if he wasn't already known for being a walking god.
There was a knock on the door, so soft, it could only be Seth. But when he opened the door, there was no one there. His brow furrowed and he stepped out into the hall, peeking every which way.
"Seth?" He called softly. Was the high priest playing hard to get again? Ugh, he hated being teased.
Well, he decided, I'm not playing by that game. And he slipped back into his quarters, a bit frustrated as he plopped onto his bed. Only for a moment did he sit there, and the door was knocked upon again. "Come in!" He said, taking a different approach, Seth peeked in, and then smiled.
"I knew it was you."
"Of course, who else would it be?"
"Well I don't know. Why did you run away the first time? You know I hate being teased."
Seth stopped, confused. What was this 'first time' he was speaking of? He narrowed his eyes slightly, taking a cautious look around, but nothing seemed out of place, or strange. The brown haired priest let his gaze once again fall to the pharaoh. "What first time?"
"Did you not knock on my door before?"
"No, my pharaoh, I did not."
He saw the high pharaoh tense slightly and look around, he too, concluding nothing was out of place. He licked his lips slowly. "If this is joke, Seth, I'll have you mummified alive."
"I assure you, pharaoh, it is no joke."
"Well then, when I find who it was, I will have him mummified alive. You know I hate to be toyed with."
"Yes, I know..." he smiled. "I'm sure it was nothing. Perhaps you were hearing things? You always get so anxious when you're waiting for me." Seth said slyly, pulling the pharaoh into his arms and kissing at his neck. At once, his nostrils were invaded by the intoxicating smell of Egyptian musk. It made him weak for the pharaoh, and almost drove him insane. He found himself pinning Atem to the bed and kissing him hard, hands sliding along his body, enjoying the smooth skin.
A small moan was heard from those delicious lips, and the semi-god's body arched slightly into the air, rubbing against Seth's. The candles flickered slightly, but either was too busy to notice.
Until, suddenly, the candles went out, and both stopped dead in their tracks.
"Is the window open?" Seth asked.
"...No."
They sat in complete silence for a long while, waiting for their eyes to adjust. But when they did, they found they weren't alone in the room. There was just the slightest movement from a corner and Atem sat up, shoving Seth from him slightly. They watched carefully, waiting to see what would happen. And there it was again, that movement.
"Stay behind me." Seth said quietly. He was damned if this stupid prankster was going to ruin his perfect opportunity with the pharaoh. He'd kill him soon enough.
"I'm afraid that won't do." The voice said. "You see, I need the pharaoh, not you."
That voice sounded awfully familiar... But he just couldn't place a finger on it. Seth gritted his teeth. "Very funny."
"I don't believe I said it was supposed to be funny."
The intruder found his eyes straying over to the beautiful pharaoh. Perhaps he should have waited to blow out the candles so he could have seen more skin? Wiping that thought away, he regained his serious composure. He had to get this stupid, two-timing high priest out of his way before he could continue with his plan. He was going to prove to him just how sneaky he could be, by yanking the pharaoh right from under him.
He slid very slowly into the darkness of the corner, and Seth's eyes widened slightly. He could no longer see the figure, couldn't see movements, or hear breathing. He swallowed. This was serious. This was no prankster.
"Aghh!"
The Pharaoh looked around frantically, standing quickly. There was no mistake... that had been Seth's voice... and it sounded as if he was in pain. He quickly, frantically held his hands out, searching for him through the darkness. His hands found something hard... and it was directly in front of him. He felt up and down, fingers tracing the thing, and he soon heard a voice.
"Like what you feel?"
He jumped away. He had felt the intruder's body?! He quickly dashed around him, nearly tripping over something. That was funny, the only thing on the ground was his bed and a rug...
No... Seth?!
He got to his knees, hands finding the body of his high priest and shaking him. "Wake up... Hey! Seth?!"
"He won't wake up, Stupid Pharaoh, now just give up and come with me."
He said nothing, glaring in the general direction of where the voice was coming from. He felt around under his bed, looking for something he could possibly hit this intruder with, but once his fingers brushed across the metal ankh, he tensed.
"Now what do you think you're doing?" The voice was right by his ear, and he swallowed hard, stiff with anticipation. "I don't think you need to be grabbing anything from under there..." He gently pulled the pharaoh's hand away, and laced their fingers together.
"How dare you touch me as if you know me?" He growled, trying to pull his hand away.
"How dare you not acknowledge me as if I am nothing?" He countered, pulling the pharaoh closer, and onto his feet.
"What are you talking about? Let go of me, now! Guards!"
"It's not use, Pharaoh; I've knocked them all unconscious. You're so stupid; you never even realized it when you opened the door. In fact, you didn't even realize that you let me in, did you?"
So that was who knocked on the door! But who exactly was this that dared to speak to him like this, not to mention touch him!
"I don't know what you're talking-"
"Still wondering who I am, Pharaoh? Let me give you a hint... Let's see... you've captured me four times, and I've escaped four times, because your pathetic excuse for guards can't even see me when I walk right past them. Isn't that right?"
"The King of Thieves..." He said blankly. "Oh... it's just you. What was your name, again? King of Thieves is rather long."
Just... you? What's your name? The tomb robber felt himself twitch. That was it. He grabbed his dagger, unsheathing it from his side and holding it to the Pharaoh's neck. "Just me? I'll make you regret those words."
The Pharaoh remained silent, well aware of the danger that was presented to him. He finally found himself getting frightened, and he licked his suddenly dry lips. Sighing softly, he relaxed some. "Alright, King of Thieves, you have me. What do you plan on doing with me, now?"
"Oh, you'll find out. Don't worry. We're just going to.... take a little trip."
Scythe: (1) Primitive Kool-Aid XDDDDDD
Bakura: Finally, I get some action.
Yami: I'm so clever...
Bakura: -twitch- yeah, clever enough to get caught, you stupid pharaoh.
Scythe: sweatdrops Anywho, please review... I hope you liked it!