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Second chappie of "Staring at the Sun." Enjoy!
Chapter 2:
Mahado's face creased in worry as he lay on the large couch in his bedroom. He should have really been concentrating on his plans for the Pharaoh's tomb (though the Pharaoh was only eighteen years of age, you always had to be prepared for this type of thing) but all inspiration had left him. The pale, plaid young woman he had rescued from the waves of the river Nile floated around in his brain, ceasing all other thoughts in his head. Brows furrowed as Mahado twirled the brush in his slender fingers, trying his hardest to ignore the twitching thoughts of repose that lingered at the back of his mind. Why had his ring reacted in such a manner? It ate away at him, until with a defeated sigh he slung his parchment aside and swept from the room.
Down, down in the dank chambers of the underbelly of the palace a young woman trembled as her frightened eyes darted around her unfamiliar surroundings. Kisara pulled her knees around her chin, biting her lip as she did so. The guards paid her little heed, which caused her to give a sigh of relief: though some men found her appearance "exotic," some, like her carefully chosen guards, just found her strange. It was unknown to Kisara however, that Mahado had promised the young men that if any of them touched her, even the tips of her hair, a very unsavory punishment was heading their way.
"Um..excuse me...S-sir," she mumbled as a young man cocked a eyebrow at her nervous expression. "I do n-not mean to sound ungrateful...but why am I here?"
Jou, her personal body guard ( appointed by you know who) gave a shadow of a smile, though it looked more to her like a smirk, before replying;
"Beats me, love. Just be a good little girl and wait for Master Mahado to show his face,"he said callously, retrieving her water jug. He grinned as he saw it was empty, causing a slow blush to grace her features.
"What is the meaning of this?" scowled a dark, deep voice that rang out around the room. Jou's posture stiffened, and Kisara could see a look of pure horror cloud his features. The jug crashed to the floor as the young man sank to his knees in front of Priest Seto, trembling beneath those cold sapphire eyes that had narrowed in anger. "Forgiveness...Master Seto, I was just attending to this young girl..."
"Girl?"
Priest Seto's eyes fell on the shaking form of Kisara, who bowed her head in respect, her bangs covering her face completely as she mimicked Jou's pose. Kisara could almost feel the heat of his glare on her white hair, blue eyes and unearthly pale skin. This was it. As soon as he saw the disgusting, repulsive creature that knelt before him, she would be tasting the dust of the desert sand once again, or worse, the cold steel of the soldiers sword to her neck.
Priest Seto let his eyes move slowly over her outlandish looks, before settling on her shaking shoulders. He could sense her fear quite easily thanks to the Sennen Rod...but he could sense something else also. Something deep, dark yet light, brimming with powers beyond any mere mortals control...it danced before his eyes, astounding him into silence. He had to inspect this so called "power" further. He advanced onto the girl, cupping her pale shaking chin into his hand, lifting her eyes to his.
Kisara's fear was now beyond extreme. Her heart banged in her chest as her eyes locked with that of the high Priests. Under the flickering light of the torch that hung near his head, bathing his face in shadow, made him look more majestic and menacing then ever. The expression that lingered on his face was unreadable, his eyes captivating, almost hypnotic to her.
The golden light of the Sennen Rod blinded her as the tip of it touched her head, invading her mind, consuming her very core as a sigh escaped her lips. Jou was watching all this with his mouth hanging open. Seto's eyes were closed as he concentrated, a small smirk tracing his features as he became closer to his goal.
"Master Seto!"
Knocking her out of her dreamlike state, Kisara collapsed onto the flag stoned floor, her eyes wide with the shock of it all. Standing in the doorway, his eyes narrowed in distaste, stood the holder of the Sennen Ring. Mahado marched past the astounded Jou, before standing protectively in front of the young woman.
"Have you gone mad? What were you inflicting on this innocent young girl?"
Seto shrugged, hiding his anger as he placed the Sennen rod back in his belt.
"Nothing unbelievably terrible, mind,"sighed Seto, before gazing in the direction of Kisara who's head was downcast to the floor. "Just having a little look, thats all." His lip curled as he glared at Mahado's defensive expression. "But may I ask Mahado, what your motives were when you bought this woman into the palace? It is very unlike you to be picky, but your certain taste in women..."
Mahado's left eye twitched.
...is fairly defined, don't you think?"
"I found her on the shore of the river Nile," he hissed, "battered and injured. If she had been left out there, then she would have died."
Mahado's eyes darkened. "Content?"
"Hardly," drawled Seto tactlessly, "But if thats what you say, Mahado...However, I shall see you at Court tomorrow, oh and..." His eyes flashed as he peered at Kisara distastefully, "bring your little friend." With a flapping of his cloak, Seto exited the room, leaving behind a awkward silence.
Mahado stood breathing heavily, making a mental note to drop poisonous scorpions into Seto's wine goblet. Turning to the young girl, he was disheartened to see her face glaring at the shoddy tiles, yet he was in no doubt that she had heard every word, along with Seto's extremely crude remark. To his astonishment however, Kisara peered into his eyes, before a gentle half smile came to her lips. "T-Thank you...for showing me kindness...I owe you everything..." her head bowing in respect. Despite himself, he smiled warmly, a smile that told Kisara she had nothing to fear from this young man.
Turning to Jou, Mahado's smile quickly vanished and his face took on a business like air.
"Get this young woman some clothes, Jou. Make sure that everything she desires is given to her," he ordered as he went to leave the room, as Jou scrambled to his feet to meet his demands.
He paused as he came to the door. There was something he was forgetting.
"Child, what is your name?"
Kisara looked up, startled, before answering quickly:
"Kisara."
"Kisara," said Mahado to himself as he left the room, savoring the new word. It sounded odd to him, exotic and far away, far from the pyramids of Egypt and across the never ending seas.
The girl gazed in wonder as the Priest left the room, before glancing down at Jou who was cursing silently to himself as he struggled to pick up the pieces of the smashed jug. Kisara smiled empathetically as she pointed to the remaining fragments.
"Would you like some help with that?"
The look on Jou's face was priceless.
BB3: Second chappie in! Hooray! (does happy writer dance)
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