Today was the day.
Izuku looked at himself in the rushing water of the Nile River, touching the golden braces and his headdress. It was identical to the one his father wore. His green eyes seemed even more vibrant from the dark coal lining his lightly tanned skin. His upper eyelids were lined with a fine green powder, giving him the full appearance of a God. His tunic was simple, but large, golden necklace made the linen less modest.
It almost embarrassed him to be so made up. He didn't have to wear so much when he worked under All Might. Back then, he wore the same things as the royal guards. Of course, that was more by his own choice than anyone else's.
Now, he had to be a God for his people. He would be a Pharaoh by the end of the evening. How could his people trust him to bring peace to their land without such an attire? A part of him doubted he was even capable of it.
All Might had been the best Pharaoh in history, protecting all of Egypt against the cities of thieves who wished to take their riches and joy. Of course, that protection had taken their Pharaoh's life and honor. Now, Izuku's father was buried deep in a pyramid, sailing away with Ra. He hoped the Kind of Thieves had gotten eaten in the afterlife.
"Pharaoh!" Uraraka yelled from behind him, causing a few grains of sand to fall into the river. "What are you doing here?! The Sed Festival is about to start! Iida's going to be so mad when he sees-"
"When I see what?!"
Izuku shrunk in on himself. He loved his friends, -who were now working as his most loyal guards- truly he did, but sometimes, they were over protective of him. Iida huffed in disappointment and chopped his arm in the air. That was the signal that a rant was just on the tip of the blue haired male's tongue.
"I was just washing off!" Izuku lied. "I stepped on a grape and had to wash it off! I was just about to go inside, see?" He gave a too-wide smile as he walked between his friends and toward the stone palace that was his home.
Iida walked behind, ignoring everything Izuku had just said. "You are the Ninth Pharaoh of your family! How could you be so careless as to go missing just before the ceremony?! Do you wish to displease the gods?!"
"I don't know about that, Iida." Uraraka laughed awkwardly. "He did say he was just washing off. Would you rather the Pharaoh was late or filthy?"
She made a rather good point, much to Izuku's luck. "Besides, I still have a little while, right?" Izuku tried to reason, rushing toward the castle. He tried to kick a bit of the sand out of his sandals, but only got even more inside. He could empty them out before going inside.
"Alright, but don't be too light with Webwawet's care. He will only guide you as long as you are willing to take his path to-"
"I know, Iida." Izuku hated when his friend recited their scripture to him, as if he didn't read it nearly every day.
"Pharaoh!" Yet another friendly, yet agitated, voice called to Izuku. This time, it was his most trusted sorcerer, Tokoyami. Shoji and Koda were right behind, holding a few offerings for the festival. Oh boy. He just hoped they didn't plan to tell Gran Torino about this. "What are you doing out there? Your people are waiting!"
"Let me cast a spell to get you there." Shoji suggested, sprinkling a few herbs and potions around Izuku's head. "By the power of Ra, Anti and Buchis, go!" Winds whipped around Izuku's body and the next thing he knew, he was standing in front of a roaring crowd.
He gasped, staring at the people below. They cheered for him. These were his people. They trusted him to protect them with his life. With a smile, he pressed the Crook and Flail across his chest as a silent promise to rule with justice. He was their god now.
"All bow to King Izuku!" A voice boomed behind him. A glance behind him said it as Kacchan, although the gruff voice was telling enough.
They've come such a long way. From friends, to enemies to friends again. Now, the blonde served as his high priest. He trusted this man with the world. All Might had as well. He saw potential in both of them, no matter how different they were. All Might was always right.
The crowd fell onto their knees in worship. It was breathtaking, having so much power over so many people. He promised to do them proud. Them, and the rulers before him. He owed it to them all.
Author's Notes: Hey! This is just a random AU I thought of, since I love all things about Ancient Egypt. I was thinking of doing a full series with this, but decided just to do this little story first. Tell me if you'd be interested in a full series of an Ancient Egyptian AU. Also, don't be scared to give suggestions for new stories in this collection!