This one was a bitch! It was a tough chapter and it took all day to write but it came out great! Phew. I was kinda hoping to get a few more chapters typed up before now, but I got about 3 done which is a good goal cause its about one a week and they're all long chapters ^^

Sorry this is a bit late it took a long time to edit and my beta and I were both busy with school, but its up now!

WARNINGS: VIOLENCE AND ATTEMPTED ASSAULT AND BLOODY CHARACTER DEATH. Nothing graphic but I still wanna leave a warning.

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Chapter VI: Revulsion

Yugi hadn't realized he'd been followed, and he didn't notice anyone else until he'd heard snickering behind him. A hand came over his mouth and pulled him into a rough hold before he had a hope of turning around.

He thrashed on instinct, but another hand grabbed his fist, and only when he realized that neither the hand covering his mouth nor the arm around his waist had moved, that there were two assailants. The second rounded to the front and Yugi saw, to his bewilderment, it was a boy. A boy no older than himself, maybe younger. He was short and scrawny, with rounded limbs and head and face like a ball with beady, black bug eyes, aqua hair cropped to a short bob, and his smile was a tiny sinister thing that laughed in a scratchy rasp when he opened it.

His partner was hidden behind Yugi's form, but from the cold prick of metal roughly scrapping his back and arms both wore full bodied armor: smooth chain links connecting metal plates covering shoulders, chests, hips and legs. This wasn't the tough leather hides Kemet soldiers prided themselves on: this was thin, heavy, metal encasing all but their faces in an impenetrable shell.

Realization found instinct and Yugi pushed his head down as far as he could with the gauntlet gagging him, then slammed it back into his captor's nose. With a pained scream, his captor let go and Yugi dropped. His second assailant's grip loosened from shock, and Yugi quickly shot forward and punched him clear in the nose, the way he attacked Siam when he was angry. They retreated the same way Siam did when he was struck: screaming and cowering away to nurse their wounds.

Yugi didn't waste their momentary hesitation. He ran like Ammut nipped at his heels, but the day's events wore heavy on his weakening body. The adrenaline of survival withdrew its power once his attackers were dispatched. His feet were tired, heavy and blistered from the hot sand. His knees felt watery and his blood ran thin, but he pushed forward even as his heart begged him to stop.

As though he sensed the truth of Yugi's condition, the second attacker lunged. He missed but grabbed Yugi's foot, and the boy dropped as if he'd stepped over the edge of a steep cliff and slammed with just as much force. Dizziness overcame him from the force of the didn't have time to maneuver when he was dragged forward. His cheek and side scrapped rough stone irritating his already bruised cheek and leaving shallow scratches like claw marks. Tiny stones and dirt quickly embedded in the wounds, irritating them further.

Yugi rolled over with determination plucking his heart, and tried to kick. The soldier grabbed his foot, halting the blow and squeezed his ankle harshly. Yugi glared at him without fear, and saw the assailant's mask of hatred flinch. Yugi saw then: he was a boy too. Not much taller than himself with a wild mane of brown and white hair bunched together and sticking through the cracks in his helmet in wild stuffs. His eyes were small and sharp but shined with cowardly triumph. His nose bled from where Yugi had struck him but his face was young and adolescent, not yet perfected by maturity. He reminded Yugi of a lizard with the disturbing way he licked his lips, a lizard catching countless flies.

The bug-eyed boy came at him with just as much hate. He lunged but Yugi rolled out of the way, taking his captor with him. The two soldiers fell onto of the other, tangled in a heap of limbs and metal. Boys. Yugi realizes with a feeling of almost relief. Not soldiers, boys. Young, clumsy, inexperienced and desperate to stand tall in the face of their more fearsome comrades, even to a weak and tired boy.

Yugi pulled on his feet and pried off the lizards squeezing gauntlets, the fingers painfully tight like countless prickling metal thorns. Once free, he crawled away but his ankle screamed under the weight and forced him to stop. He flinched from the pain and the hesitation was his ultimate mistake.

The lizard threw bug boy off him and with eager hands grabbed the cloth of his shenti and Yugi froze when he heard it rip. With a victorious lunge, he grabbed Yugi's wrist and shoulder, and threw him into bug boys waiting arms. Armored vice grips pinned Yugi's arms to his sides, imprisoning him despite his wild struggling.

"Little bitch!" Lizard hissed and delivered a swift blow to Yugi's gut knocking the air from his lungs. He froze momentarily then his body crumbled in a fit of coughs and hisses.

"Feisty, heehee," bug boy rasped with a chuckle so high pitched his shoulders bounced. "Maybe we should teach him a lesson?" He suggested with a sinister undertone that promised pain.

"Or maybe we should reward him." Lizard licked his lips, eyes blazing with greedy triumphant-lust?

Yugi's face froze in disbelief. For a moment that felt like a hundred years, he stared at nothing and the world was empty. He felt foolish, not quiet able to understand. Surely, they weren't suggesting…no, it had to be a mistake. His fear and hatred making him frantic and his mind was tired and scared from the hours events. Surely, they hadn't meant it. They were boys, they couldn't have meant it. Surely, it was just a ruse, a simple trick to scare him into submission so they could feel tough.

He knew of the brutalities of war, the fates that befell women and victims of invading armies if they weren't killed first. Kemet was no stranger to war and invasion, but such horrors never touched her. Not when such crimes were punishable by death by torture and denial of the afterlife, even for those with the best connections, it wasn't worth the risk. Occurrences, if any, were met with ferocious outcry and swift justice, the names of perpetrators banned from public speaking to emulate their fate in Ammut's belly. And Atlantis, for all its strength and power took a strong moral stance against such horrible acts. The Generals were known for training their soldiers rigorously in the art of restraint, and to publicly and brutally execute any who committed it. They were Atlanta Soldiers. Soldiers for his most ferocious General. Invading Egypt and in the House of Life of Mut-Sekhmet. Surely they weren't…

He stared in a daze until he felt his shenti being pulled, then he heard it rip, and saw it being lifted from his skin. Reality crashed upon him and with it, his will to fight returned.

NO!" Yugi screamed louder than he though his voice capable, and with all his strength, kicked forward. His shin by some God's mercy catching the lizard's jaw when he bent over and sent him spiraling. Wildly, he thrashed his head back, catching the bug for the second time in the face, but this time when the bug screamed in pain, he threw Yugi against Mut's statue.

Yugi's arms cushioned his fall, but the rest of him slammed hard into stone and he crumbled in a fetal pile. Only then did he notice his shenti, half torn and barely clinging to his hips. He tried to look up, but a metal hand punched his side with such force his head smacked the stone. An explosion of light flooded his vision, followed by a spinning haze of brilliant dots.

Before he could scream again, the two men were upon him with furious blows and spouting words of hate. Yugi curled into a ball, his arms flew to cover his head, his legs curled under his belly and he exposed his back, protecting his sensitive middle and head. He tried to scream again but his voice caught in his throat and he could only squeak. He tried to throw himself upward, punch back. Fight—he had to fight, but each resistance was met with another blow.

The rushing blackness threatened to overwhelm him. Bug boy was laughing like a swarm of vicious locus, delivering cowardly blows while the lizard pulled away and struggled in vain to undo his armored belt.

Unable to speak, his thoughts filled with silent prayers. To his parents. To Mut. To Sekhmet. Begging. Pleading for protection. For assistance. For help. To be saved…

In his dizzy pain-filled haze, he swore he heard Sekhmet's statues growling and saw Mut's flawless face, perpetually kind and loving , glare down with a vicious snare—and then a shadow appeared, standing in the entrance to the House. A brilliant green shadow, tall and powerful and spent after completing a heroic run towards a scream for help.

His scream.

Pain blotched his sight and then swirled into darkness and Yugi fell, praying that scream had saved his life.

X X X

It was a scream so filled with fear and determination that at first Timaeus thought that he had imagined it. Then the wind roared in his ears like a mother lioness charging to defend her cubs. Timaeus felt that spirit enter his body and he ran towards it. His armor, once a hindrance to his speed now felt as loose as leather. His limbs were agile and light but coursing, ready to defend, and his feet quick and floating, barely touching the ground. Even the sand felt solid as stone.

In a breath, he was in the threshold to Mut's temple and was paralyzed by what he found there: a boy, naked and bruised but glaring with a wild defiance, was curled in a fetal ball at the base of the statue of the deity and two men, his men standing over him. One prepared to beat him if he dared move, the other struggling to undo the chain-links of his lower armor. Atlantis smiths made specifically difficult in order to prevent such heinous acts during battle for those too weak-willed to remember their training.

He stood there dumbfounded. His world a daze that seemed perpetually frozen, even though he knew it wasn't. He felt blinded, foolish even, and yet it felt impossible, blasphemous. These were his men. His people. Men, soldiers, boys, he'd trained, taught them honor, moral, justice in life and in war. He couldn't accept that two of them, even the most foolish and rash, were capable of something as evil as rape.

And then he saw it. It was only a second, barely a moment, but he did, and that was all it took to make the whole thing crushingly real. He met the boy's wet eyes, and beneath the wild, determined bravado he saw pain and the fading will to fight. His hair was tasseled to a mop like drooping plant craving water, his face ashen and speckled with blood, an ugly bruise was growing on his cheek and his lips morphed into a single desperate word.

Timaeus gaze fell, his bangs shadowed his face. Neither attacker had seen him as he entered the temple, and his steps were steady and dangerously calm. Haga's laughter and Rex's disgusting slurs: bile burned his blood. Furious fingers found the hilt of his sword when Rex finished unfastening his chains and wailed with triumph: the victorious glee of a spoiled toddler crushing beetles. Timaeus saw him tower over his captive whose face was etched with pain, but not fear.

With a single wave of his arm, Timaeus drew his sword, and slashed Rex across the back. Slicing armor and flesh, blood sprayed his face. Haga screamed. Rex spun, his face a mask of surprise as he dropped, his body tried to scream but blood foamed in his mouth. His eyes pooled into a pleading almost desperate "Why?", but when he met his General's eyes he found no sympathy—and no mercy.

"You dare look at me that way!" Timaeus thundered and flung his hand forward. Rex's expression dropped. Timaeus snatched him by the hair and dragged him up and punctured each word. "You. dare. Question. Why!" His voice dangerously low. His eyes narrowed to enraged, unforgiving slits. Rex shook in pure fear and suddenly the pain meant nothing.

Out of the corner of his eye, Timaeus caught Haga trying to crawl away. His whole head spun, catching the boy and he froze like a rabbit cornered by a wolf—and knowing it was about to die. Timaeus dropped Rex, snatched Haga by the hair before he could run and threw him into a corner. His back hit the wall with a loud thud. Haga's scream was all breath and he crumbled paralyzed by shock and fear.

Timaeus rushed to the fallen boy and dropped to his knees, wrenching his mantle free from its clasps. He examined the boy carefully, but kept his eyes in appropriate places. Indents from metal gauntlets dotted his back and arms, tiny groves already healing ringed his ankles. There was blood, but only splatters like they'd been dropped on him. Timaeus checked for wounds but found only bruises. He wore only the tattered remains of a Kemetic wrap. One thigh was covered in bruises but the other was clean, and none dotted the insides. No blood either or liquid. Good, he thought, least he hadn't been raped, but the boy kept his knees tightly closed. More bruises littered his arms and sides, some pale and sickly yellow, others forming ugly blackish purple masses. The worst was on his cheek. The other was scraped. Scratches grooved his side, but none were too deep.

He'd been beaten, but judging from the blood and broken noses of the soldiers he'd fought. He'd screamed and it had saved him.

Thank Leviathan Timaeus prayed, covering the boy with his cloak. Then looking up and faced with Mut's statue and surrounded by duplicates of Sekhmet, he remembered where he was, and amended his prayer. "Thank you Lady of the Heavens and Mistress of Blood and Wars," he whispered. "For protecting this child long enough for my arrival. Rest assured," his voice turned dark and settled Haga and Rex with unforgiving eyes. "This crime will not go unpunished."

X X X

Yugi awakened a moment later to strong arms bundling him in soft warmth. He listened to prayers of thanks to the Goddess and promises of retribution. It stirred him awake and he saw The Shadow. No, not a shadow but a man standing protectively over him. His captors cowered in pure terror, too afraid to even slink away from his glare. One writhed on the floor, blood seeping from his mouth and a terrible wound on his back. The other trembled in the corner like a child about to be whipped for deliberate disobedience.

Once he was certain Yugi was alright, the Shadow grabbed the lizard first by the scruff of his neck. Blood pooled from his mouth, but he wheezed and chocked his words, whimpering, and sniveling to his king then snarling at Yugi as if pleading He made me do it!

The Shadow was unimpressed and only shook, pained. "Stupid," he growled, voice dripping with despair. "Stupid, cowardly, lecherous!" Each world was a punctured blow wracked with fury and pain. "Stupid!" He drew his sword and addressed both boys as he would a man. "What were you taught!? What were you trained!?" He held the lizard the way he spoke, sadly and firmly. "I taught you to fight with honor! I trained you to harm no innocent: attack only to defend, kill only if unavoidable, harm no child, rape no woman, kill no farmer or elder. We are not conquerors. We are not rapists. We are not monsters! We are soldiers: we are warriors of Atlantis and soldiers of Locri! We fight with honor because without honor is only slaughter and bloodshed and chaos. You know this!" His words were harsh and with the cruelty of a humorless judge, but with the pained scolding of a teacher punishing a disrespectful student.

The boy looked at Timaeus desperately, but Timaeus' glare remained unsoftened. "Did I not warn you? Did I not say what the punishment for dishonor would be? Have you not seen me enforced it many times before? I forgave your past digressions: your stupid pride, your foolish mischief, but this…attack, this evil….this…this…attempt to…" he choked as he spoke unable to speak the word, as if it would enact the act itself. "Rape," he said as if it were the ugliest curse, the vilest of venom, the very embodiment of the world's evil: because it was.

He raised his sword and the boy's eyes fell on the blade, a curved, shining thing like a fallen moon promising only darkness.

"I cannot forgive." Rex attempted to scream and scramble away, but the blood loss made him weak and his voice was mute. And the blade came down. It plunged into the boy's chest, quick and clean, through armor and flesh. Green eyes blazing with betrayal and pain bore into the foolish boy's remorseful ones until he died. The body crumbled to the ground dead.

The bug-eyes boy the Shadow called Haga screamed. When the Shadow turned on him, he threw himself at his feet and cried, his voice a jumbled of desperate pleads and begs for mercy, but the Shadow silenced him by seizing the back of his neck without mercy but not with cruelty.

"You knew," he said harsh and cutting and with heartbroken sadness. "You knew the act you were committing: did I not tell you many times your fate if you dishonored me? Dishonored your home, your king? Yes, Haga, you look at me now with those pleading eyes, but I've spared you many times for less! I could forgive your disobedience, I could forgive your cowardness, I could forgive your violence and punish you twice as hard for it, but each time I spared you, did I not warn you what would happen if you were so foolish again? Didn't I?" He demanded in an exasperated roar, and Haga trembled.

"Didn't I?" The Shadow yelled again, this time clear it wasn't rhetorical.

"Yes," Haga's voice was a squeak.

The Shadow's face didn't soften. "Did I not tell you the punishment for dishonor?"

Haga nodded, unable to speak, eyes filled with terror and regret. But it was too late.

"And you attempted to commit the worst of all such sins and you have the audacity to plead mercy?" The words were so harsh, even Yugi, who hated this creature and knew full well he meant to kill him, maybe even join his friend in raping him, felt pity for him.

"No, Haga, neither of you deserve mercy. You would not show it to your victim and I will not show it to you and your end will serve as a reminder to all those who dare think themselves above our law. Now, my stupid, arrogant friend."

The sword rose, the blade a great, shining thing like a shining star falling to earth: beautiful only until it landed bringing destruction in its wake.

"You die."

He killed him the way he killed Rex: quick and clean and plunging the blade through the chest, his eyes forced to meet those of his killer and face exactly what he had done. Haga's head flopped forward and Timaeus removed the blade. It came away dyed scarlet with blood and dripping drops to the stone like scattered rubies. The blade fell at his side, limb as a broken wing and the Shadow dropped the corpse.

His body shook, wracked with suppressed sobs and then he expelled an exasperated sob that transformed into an awful scream. The scream was a creature, a thing: awful and terrible and clawing its way out of him. It ripped and tore and in it was all his anger, all his rage at the men he'd trained and loved, and all his pain and betrayal. So much pain that his own body felt gutted from the inside and he collapsed to his knees for a brief moment of distress.

Then he rose again, inhaled then exhaled and his body fell steady. He turned away from the corpses, no longer seeing them as his solders or stupid boys. Only traitors and rapists.

Yugi's tiny hands clenched the blanket covering him with trembling fingers. He'd hated those two solders. He didn't know if they hated him, but they meant to harm him, rape him, do far worse than whatever they'd been ordered to do, but even he couldn't fathom such a cruel and sudden end to their cowardly lives.

The shadow was merciless, he realized. His justice was harsh, but it was fair and his heart wasn't hard, nor was he incapable of mourning those he had loved and trained, but they had betrayed him. Tried to commit an act so wrong that he could not forgive them, and he'd punished who they had become, not who they had been, and in his steps was the sadness of parting with an old but dangerous comrade.

He'd stepped towards Yugi, who only now saw his face and recognized immediately who this Shadow was.

X X X

"Are you injured?" Timaeus asked now that the boy was awake. Only now did he recognize the colors in his hair, which had fallen to a mop of black but the forelock of spun gold betrayed his identity. His heart leapt and he knelt closer to gaze into the boy's eyes, their faces met and Timaeus saw him light up in shocked recognition, but he ignored it and focused only on the shining color of his pupils. A deep, shining blue, far deeper than lapis lazuli, nearly violet. They stared at each other until those violet eyes fell on his armor and shook. Timaeus blinked then grasped the situation with a sudden start and said reassuringly, "It's alright," he waved his hands defensively, trying to wipe the blood from his armor. "Are you Yugi?"

He stopped when a look of darkness overcame the boy's face, and grabbed the dagger Timaeus kept tucked in his boot. The boy struck with a wild circular slash, the diameter of his arm. Timaeus fell back on instinct, and rolled away when they boy abandoned the mantle Timaeus had given him and stabbed at him in a single downward strike.

Timaeus dodged it easily and rolled to his feet, but made no more to attack. The boy came at him again, attacking, stabbing inelegantly and without strategy, his eyes wild as a caged beast suddenly freed: savage, murderous and terrified.

Of course he was. Were he not dodging blows and shielding his face and neck with armored arms, Timaeus would've smacked himself. It didn't matter if he'd killed his attackers, to this boy he and all Atlantis soldiers were enemies and he mostly thought Timaeus' gallant rescue was just someone else who just wanted to use his body as a toy, but didn't like to share.

After one particularly powerful strike that had the boy propelling all his energy and power into a single strike, Timaeus waited. Then dodged right, catching the boy by surprise. He slammed his hand down on the boy's wrist and he dropped the dagger with a pained scream. At the sound, Timaeus' heart lurched with guilt.

The boy had made the same mistake as countless others: he'd attacked his left side, his blind side. And it cost him. Where he anyone else, the boy would be dead. Instead, Timaeus grabbed his arms and pulled his wrists behind his back, but the boy didn't surrendered peacefully. He thrashed and kicked, slamming his heel into Timaeus' shin with such force he felt it even through his armor.

"Stop!" Timaeus yelled, but regretted the tone when he felt Yugi shiver and thrash harder in terror. Tears streaming from his eyes and he started screaming.

"Stop," he said less commanding. "Yugi," Hearing his name, the boy froze and looked at him with wet-eyed shock and trembled slightly. The question in his eyes spoke what his voice could not. Timaeus looked at him with a sympathetic smile.

"It's alright," he leaned in and whispered the promise in the trembling boy's ear. His hand gently grasped the back of his head, just above the ear. "You're safe now."

The blow was soft and swift with only enough force to compel the already exhausted child to sleep. He collapsed in Timaeus arms, not so much unconscious as in a deep sleep. Good Timaeus exhaled a sigh of relief and retrieved his mantle. The boy needed rest.

He'd just finished bundling him up, when an exasperated gasp echoed through the stone walls. Timaeus sighed and lifted the child into his arms like a bride. He offered no excuse when he met his King's incredulous face.

Dartz did not speak, even as more men poured into the enclosure. His eyes flew to Timaeus fallen sword, the blood pooling from the corpses of soldiers like a red stream at the base of the lioness statues but, confined by their armor, did not dare tread towards the mother goddess feet.

Only now did he see the bundle in Timaeus' arms.

"Is that him?" Dart asked, his voice numb.

Timaeus nodded. "He is unharmed," Timaeus assured then glared at the corpses, betrayal and anger etched so deeply in his face. At once, Dartz understood—and so did the men. "They dishonored me."

No further explanation was needed.

"Move the bodies," Dartz ordered. "And clean the blood. We shall not insult the consort of Kemet's Great one by leaving them here."

The men nodded and moved to clear them away, but Timaeus spoke. "Gather the blood first. We'll leave it as an offering to pacify the Heavenly Lady's less…" he paused, staring at the lioness statures as if in a daze. The spirit he'd felt before suddenly left him and now he felt face to face with the mother lioness herself, and she was not pleased. "Forgiving side."

Dartz nodded. "We shall not leave before pacifying them both." Dartz agreed with a dreadful aura. A tired hand rose to his forehead and suddenly his face was that of a man twice his age and half as experienced. "They were Atlantian men. They knew better."

"And they paid the price for their foolishness."

Dartz didn't flinch at Timaeus' cruel tone. "Let us pray Psusennes and Mutdjanent think so." He glanced at the two bodies on the floor, and the men confused on where to move them,

Throw them to the desert," Timaeus answered his unasked question without mercy.

The soldiers gasped at the command. "General?"

Timaeus stopped and glared, daring the man to challenge his rule. "Leave them for Mut's vultures and Sekhmet's cats to pick clean. It is the least they deserve for attacking her child. And rapists, even failed ones, deserve far less." He spoke without pity. No one questioned him.

He started out of the temple with the boy still bundled like a sleeping babe when Dartz asked "Shall I have one of the men carry him to the ship? There is room with the physician."

"No, I'll take him." Timaeus said firmly. "He's suffered enough at the priests' hands and my own men would have done worse. I will keep him until he awakes. I trust you have no objections?"

Dartz looked at him with a neutral gaze. "Were you anyone else, I'd question such kindness as an attempt at seduction," Dartz said flatly, his eyes betrayed nothing. Then he smiled. "But you are not anyone else, Timaeus of Locri."

Timaeus smiled. "Your faith will not be abused."

With that he left the temple. Winds prickled his neck like claws, almost warningly. His eyes fell on his beautiful burden. Only now able to see his face. He was lovely. Sweet, round cheeks, a sweetheart face set with a button nose, a small mouth with small petal pink lips and large round eyes: innocent, elegant and loving like an Earth Mother's. Even bruised, messy and caked with dirt, he was simply lovely.

Again, Timaeus smiled, but it was curved rather than slit. "I look forward to meeting you officially," he paused and purred the name, savoring the bell-like sound and how easily it rolled off his tongue. "Yugi."

My second longest chapter so far word wise. I'm very proud of how it came our, especially Timaeus. I had to redo the beginning like three times to keep the fight scene from going all matrix style and keep it real, plus Yugi's been running all day on hot sand (if any of you have been to the beach barefoot that shit BURNS!) so once his adrenaline is out he's gone.

I was also careful with the rape scene for historical purposes: Thought the Ancient Egyptians were very open sexually, rape was extremely rare in Egypt because it was considered a violation against life and the universe or Ma'At, even worse than murder and was punished accordingly. In fact, many foreginers were stunned that women could walk down the streets of Egypt alone and at night with no fear of sexual assault and of the few reports it was dealt with severely: one account I found (one of the VERY few) was of a woman who brought her husband a court official to trial for raping a servant, though the results of the trial are uncertain the fact that she was able to do this and that he was a high official and not immune to the consequences says a lot. Even during war times, Egypt saw very few accounts of rape because it was something deemed so horrible, that it shouldn't exist (and in Egypt the worse fate was non-existance) I hope this explains Yugi's reaction and also seeing that Atlantis is a very honorable country right now, I can feel them addressing the issue the same way. Granted rape and murder were extremely common during War, the only way it was avoided was if it was addressed as such: this is what Timaeus told his men and why he reacted the way he did so I hoped that was captured. That and I don't have the heart to let Yugi get raped. I don't have the emotional ability to address such a severe issue, but rest assured the attempt is still pretty terrifying and I intend to address it next chapter.

Next Time: Yugi awakens to the aftermath of the Atlantian Invasion and his capture is none other than the notorious Timaeus