A/N: My, my, things seem to be heating up, kukuku~


Chapter 9

There was barely time for anyone to breath before the onslaught came. Finn charged at Bastet, full force. Punches were thrown, kicks were tossed, and there's was a headbutt that missed by a mile, but he had to try it sometime. Bastet made an offhand comment that sounded something along the lines of, "Darling, you can't give me a head, but I can give you one."

It flew right over his head, but Amun's jaw dropped and he blanched a little.

Minutes passed. But, Finn's hat was becoming more and more unbearable by the second. Finally, he tugged it from his head and quickly tossed it aside. Sweat beaded on his forehead and made his golden locks stick to it. He panted.

It was getting harder to keep up and he knew it. If there was just a way to keep her from dodging, I could land a hit on her. And that's when it hit him. Finn smirked and sprinted forward. On the other side of the battle, Bastet was amazed.

This boy was giving her the challenge of the century. It was refreshing and it made her wonder if he might be a Guardian. Bastet had gotten the idea that whoever this Amun mortal was, he was a Guardian for sure. But, this Finn the Hero? Perhaps...

The next round came. They had been fighting for the past fifteen minutes and Guardian or not, he was tired. So much so that when he struck, she decided it was time to have a little fun. Bastet leapt up on top of Finn's head and pushed off.

There it is!

Finn turned and pushed off the ground. When he tried to strike her in mid air, she grabbed him up by the wrist and chucked him past her into the air. Finn smirked. Outstretching his hand, a small green thorn turned into a vine and that vine sped to catch Bastet. She gasped as the green tendril wrapped around her waist. Her eyes nervously flickered from the vine about her waist to Finn, "... Kinky...?"

Finn grasped the vine and growled out, "Get over here!"

With a mighty pull, Bastet sped towards Finn. Finally, Finn's fist was driven right into her stomach. Silence fell over them all. An awestruck, open mouthed smile grew across Set's face as a single word slithered across his mind, Magnificent... Bastet was sent hurtling towards the ground.

However, she quickly composed herself and landed on her feet. Finn landed as well, but his breathing shook, his body shook. The adrenaline was leaving his system. Bastet's lips pursed into a pout and she rubbed her stomach. "You could should've been gentler giving a lady like me your fist in such a manner, Finny," she whined cutely.

Cutely and full of innuendos that flew right over Finn's head.

"What?" he was still steadying his breath, "But, being gentle isn't part of fighting."

Bastet laughed as, out of the corner of her eye, she could see the purple one shake his head and the fire elemental fume. "You're too much, Finny."

Then, slow clapping filled the room. "Impressive," Set chimed as he arose from his sitting.

Marceline hovered above, Phoebe behind. "I daresay you were marvelous, Finn," the yo-yo was slung again.

Amun went for his sword, "Back off, Set. You're outnumbered and outclassed."

"Am I?"

"Are you?"

"I believe I'm a league my own," Set smirked and added, "Is that too pompous of me to say? I mean, 'league of my own' is so generic and-"

"Shut up!" Amun rose his voice, "I'll end you!"

In the blink of an eye, Set was next to amun, an arm draped around his shoulder. "You'll die trying."

The arm came off Amun's shoulder and Set shrugged. "Not that I really care right now. It's really been an eventful day for me. So, if you'll excuse me," he crossed his arms and a faint golden aura surrounded him, "I must be going. Ta."

And as the aura dispersed, so did his body, leaving an empty space. Amun's hand still gripped the handle of his sword, white-knuckled. His body shook, and his eyes glared at the air. Silence for a moment as the occupants of the room spectated the man. Finally he caved, letting a harsh yell rip from his throat, "Dammit! I should've just cut him down!"

Bastet could sense something in him far deeper than his hatred of the corrupted man. Something akin to regret and longing. She felt pity, "He was far stronger than you. You were prudent in letting him go."

Finn's hand clasped onto his shoulder, "We'll get him next time."

Amun didn't calm so easily, "And why didn't he go for the amulet? Dammit, does he have more than I thought?"

A brief thought crossed his mind. The Lantern! "Fuck!" he cried, "He might have the Lantern! Dammit, dammit, shit!"

Bastet cocked her head to the side, "The Lantern? Anubis'?"

"Yes!" he barked, "That's why he was so smug! He must already have the majority of the relics."

"We need to check the other dungeons," he continued, "And fast. We have to make sure he doesn't actually have the lantern."

"So I was right."

"Hm?"

Bastet smiled a sincere smile, "You are a Guardian."

Amun gave her a puzzled look. He took a deep breath. He nodded, "The last."

"Then you have my support," she said.

Not surprisingly, from the cloth covering her breasts, she pulled an amulet, "This is my amulet. Use it well and defend the world. Should you need my guidance, wear it and meditate. I shall come."

The amulet was placed in his hand. He placed it in his pocket. Amun gave a short nod before a glint of mischief crossed his visible features, "Oh, you'll cum, huh? Didn't I already tell you I'm a married man?"

A small giggle bubbled from Bastet before she said, "All the more reason for me to try, darling."

She turned to walk away, "Hopefully, I'll be seeing you around soon. Especially you, Finny."

Phoebe huffed, "C'mon, guys, let's go."

Marceline chimed, "Yeah, I'm beat."

They were already exiting the room when Finn started to catch up to them. Amun watched Bastet leap back into her hammock and lounge. With a sigh, his gaze shifted downward. And he turned around and walked out of the room. They exited her pyramid.


And, boy, were they tired. Not just physically, but mentally. Amun walked with the funny limp, his legs a bit further apart than they needed to be. Marceline actually sported a few bruises, and Finn himself had pulled a muscle when he had grabbed up Bastet the way he did. It bothered him only slightly.

It wasn't anything that he hadn't already had done to him. And Phoebe was more concerned with those comments that that so-called goddess had made towards Finn. There was a funny feeling in her stomach every time she thought about Finn doing any of those lewd things with Bastet, and it made her angry. That feeling only grew with time as they walked. All of those things couldn't have flown right over his head.

As the the Treefort came into sight and Marceline bade them farewell, she sighed. I need to be above this. I am a queen with much more to think about than some innuendos made to my ex-boyfriend, she thought. The trio funneled in, and Finn was left with a note from Jake. It covered that Jake was at Lady Rainicorn's.

She was very ill and he would be taking care of her. Phoebe tuned them out. Amun had sat himself down in a plush chair. Why he didn't take off that mask of his to sleep only made her warier of him. There was definitely some plot holes in what he is and isn't telling them.

Perhaps Set was the key to getting the whole truth out of him? But, manipulating someone like that, even the thought, tugged at her conscience. Soon enough, the man was asleep. A hand rested on her shoulder. It was Finn.

Firelight reflected off of the golden wristlet. He asked, "Are you hungry?"

"No," she answered, "Thank y-"

And her stomach grumbled loudly. Phoebe's cheeks glowed with a flush that made Finn chuckle. "Be careful," he teased, "You'll break your own law."

She almost took it personally, had it not been for the lighthearted smile that she had seen so many times.

It felt nice to be the cause of it again.

A small smile crossed her face as her emerald eyes flickered toward the kitchen, "What do you have?"

"Well," he crossed his arms in thought, "I don't think I have anything you can drink, but I keep a stock of charcoal for wandering fire elementals."

Finn laughed, "You'd be surprised how many grass fires Jake and I gotta put out."

The flame monarch shook her head, "My people are only slightly more competent than the candy people. But... I want the best for 'em, y'know?"

"I get that," Finn said softly, "I'm like that for the innocents of Ooo. I never want to let them down. And I don't wanna let PB or the other princesses down. I don't want to let you down. At least, no more than I already have."

"Finn, you know I forgive you, right?" she asked, "Everyone makes mistakes. We're both pretty much adults now. I mean, we can both move past that, right?"

He couldn't meet her eyes, "Yeah... I suppose we can."

There was an uneasy air that Phoebe wanted to disperse. So, as they moved further back into the kitchen, a glance at the sleeping Amun gave her an idea. "Uh, so- erm- how hard was it to get him to actually sleep this time?" she asked.

"Not very, actually," he pulled some half burnt wood from beneath the pantry cabinets, "But, he insists that we leave before the sun rises."

She groaned and gratefully took the wood, "This guy's always going."

"I know how he feels, though," Finn leaned on the counter.

Phoebe was caught mid-nibble, so she gave a puzzled hum. "This is how it goes when all of Ooo is on the line. A lot of work and not a lot of rest," he chuckled, "We'll both be hurtin' by the end of this."

"I'll bet."

Silence.

"What'd you think of Bastet?" Finn asked.

"I could ask you the same."

"Well, she's certainly got a personality on her," he said.

Phoebe rolled her eyes, "Yeah."

"What, do you not like her?" Finn had a strange look of confusion on his face.

"No," she answered abruptly, "I just think that her choice of words is crude and inappropriate."

An amused chuckle escaped Finn's lips, "Inappropriate? We're, like, seventeen, FP."

"Well, still! I mean... It's just-" Phoebe quickly shoved the rest of her food in her mouth and crossed her arms.

Finn laughed hard at the sight. She didn't expect him to understand. He was wise to the ways of the world in all ways except sex. Part of her wished she were still that way. But, being the ruler of her country, she couldn't remain ignorant as she once was.

At the same time, seeing Finn laugh in such a way... and seeing how far he'd come as a person, she felt a twinge in her chest that she hadn't felt there in a while. Phoebe smiled at the feeling.


GOD THIS TOOK SO LONG I AM SO SORRY! BUT FEAR NOT! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS (not really), SHALL BE DILIGENT AS EVER TO ENSURE THAT THIS STORY CONTINUES TO THRIVE! NYEH HEH HEH!

so, til next time. see ya round