Ahaha, Claudia's chapter made me L-O-L so hard, especially the "'Small note to self- dye hair if too lazy to cut it"!!!! Okay, this part will be in 2nd person cuz I feel like it :P. Now, for the disclaimer…I own NOTHING except for Neteb. Btw, we'll pretty soon have some amvs and a deviantart account for this story!


Neteb prepared for this mission just as she did for any other. She finished dressing and tied on a knee length cloak. Then she secured her prized dagger onto her belt and finally left her (current) hiding place. What need did she have for a horse? Of course, any kind of company was favorable, as she always thought. Still, Thebes wasn't that far-off.

Then again, the Egyptian desert isn't exactly a walk in the park. She had started the journey at dawn and arrived in the bustling city of Thebes around noon. Crowds weren't favorable. So, she remained out of sight.

The palace was in full view, and Neteb smirked at how easy this job was going to be.

Keep reminding yourself that it's just a job, she told herself. The court probably has hundreds of heirs hidden away in these cases.

Bodyguards? Of course, they can't be spared. But they weren't that much of a problem, since their poor excuses for skills lacked refinement.

Neteb hid herself in the shadows. She kept close watch on anyone who seemed important, since they could lead her to the Pharaoh. She couldn't help but be amazed by the immense richness of the palace. It was a great opportunity to see it, but her mind had to dwell on the task at hand. Any slip-ups, and there goes the bounty.

After what seemed like hours, the six priests left the throne room. Neteb took this as the signal to finally move towards the Pharaoh. A golden headdress flashed in the light, and Neteb moved silently behind her target.

Her soft sandals made no noise on the floors. The young Pharaoh took no notice of his surroundings. Atem's day had been especially tiring, and he had no wish to listen to Set's continued rants and complaints about Mahaddo's inability to strengthen up his ka. It was times like these that made him wish that he wasn't Pharaoh. Of course, who else would be there to guide his people? He thought to himself, I mustn't focus only on myself. Father wouldn't have wanted it this way. He reached his room and didn't bother closing the doors, giving the disbelieving girl behind him an ideal opportunity. Atem removed his cloak, headdress, and fell onto the bed. The semi-dry air quickly soothed him to sleep, his only getaway.

Neteb continued to tread carefully into the decorated room while the young man on the bed was breathing slowly. She unsheathed the dagger, but grimaced as the Pharaoh stirred at the noise. He continued to breathe softly and steadily. Atem moved to his side and grabbed a pillow, pressing the cool side to his cheek.

Still, the noise had dragged him from sleep, and he knew that it was another assassin. He opened one eye and paid close attention to the person who approached behind him. Atem had taken this particular pillow, since his own dagger was hidden inside of it.

It's just another job. It's just another job…

Neteb raised the dagger and prepared to bring it down on a lethal place.

Atem gripped the dagger handle and prepared to strike the assassin down.

Whoosh!

CLANG!

Both teenagers stopped their movements when their daggers crossed in the air.

The young Pharaoh, while holding his dagger steadily, stared at the unwavered young woman before him. Neteb's grasp seemed to loosen and tremble slightly as she stared at Atem for the first time.

Both noticed something similar. The intense awe that was clear in their gazes.

Of course, Atem was a little faster in his comeback. He managed to fling Neteb's dagger way across the room and took both her wrists. Neteb mentally slapped herself for letting her guard down. She wiped away the bewildered expression on her face and replaced it with a cold glare. She retorted his actions "So, you think you're wise enough to knock my dagger away?"

Atem gave her a smug look and replied "Well, I am holding on to you pretty tight. And you don't seem to be resisting."

Neteb's eyes widened at his confidence. Damn him...

She attempted to free herself, but his grasp was strong. Besides, he had no intention of letting her go. The night just began to get interesting. He stood up, brought her a little bit closer to him, and asked casually, "What's a lovely girl like you doing in a profession like this one?"


Oh, Atem, you're such a FLIRT! Read, review, and I will POST!!