A God's Purpose

Pharaoh Atemu stood into the throne chamber, his wine-red orbs focused onto the large doors that opened. He already knew the news that was to come, he had already seen it just as the priestess that wept by his side.

His friend was dead.

He took the news with hard features and seemed to glide out of the throne room.

"Atemu, no!" the priestess shrieked as she tried to follow after him, she fell on the ground and grabbed onto his long red cape, stopping the Pharaoh completely. "You can't," she cried, confusing the others in the chamber even more.

The youth turned around, his wine-red orbs focusing onto the pair of the woman that had been like a sister to him the entire time. "You can't," she repeated softly. The younger male pulled at his cape and kneeled in front of her, collecting her face in his hands and pulled it up. His lips descended upon each of her eyelids in turn, then onto her own lips in a display of true love and respect.

With that, he let her go and slid away, his steps as graceful as his moves during a fight, his eyes as deadly as the Sais he wielded with practiced ease.

The other priests gathered around their weeping comrade and question her motives and words. Seth just looked on, watching his Pharaoh, his best friend, his lover, walk away from them with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"BAKURA!" the Pharaoh screamed out at the top of his lungs, letting his cry echo throughout his city, silencing the chatter on the streets, the birds and animals at bay and the children at play.

All looked up to see their Pharaoh standing at the edge of the roof of his palace as he screamed out one more, this time even louder, his cry echoing into the distance, carried by the winds to reach the Nile.

Atemu took in short and quick breaths, trying to regain himself before he screamed it once more. Amongst the gathered crowd were his guards, his friends, his advisors, his priests… and his lover.

They all looked up and watched, as Ra's rays seemed to disappear for a moment.

Horus glared at the large house he had been a guest of not two cycles ago. His different coloured eyes blazed with fire and he turned back towards the city that was his home, all that was left of it now was ruble, smoke and sand.

Seth rushed away from the crowd, through the palace and hitting servant girls and boys in his run, his headdress flying off and his robes disheveled, the golden necklace that held the top up breaking apart from its string with his vigorous movements. He circled and ran up the steps to the Pharaoh's chambers. He entered them and rushed to the corner where he knew of the hidden passage leading to the roof of the palace.

A strong wind picked up, throwing robes of crimson, black and white, adjoined with golden trinkets and ribbons, to its play. The darkness overtook the skies and Atemu watched as his vision was slowly coming to life. It wasn't as dark as in his dream for he could still see the fires of the Pyramids, the sparkle of the Nile, the buildings below him and the silent people all watching with awe as their Pharaoh screamed out once more.

The wind picked up even more, sending his locks flying with his cape in a twirl of black, red, white, and gold. The darkness formed even more and it seemed like the clouds above them were forming a tornado as they danced down towards the roof of the palace.

Seth rushed out just in time to see the strong winds descend… and disappear.

In their place stood a youth with blazing, wild eyes and long white hair, thrown to the wind with his black and blue robes. The youth just grinned, hands by his sides, hidden within the folds of his dress.

They dashed out and within them were a pair of deadly, silver Sais. The Pharaoh withdrew his own, golden pair and the two stood before the crowd silently.

Seth reached out, but Atemu's strong voice stilled him. "By the will of the Gods you shall be the first to die here, by my hands, if you interfere," his voice was cold, deadly, as sharp as the blades he held and as hurtful as their stabbing pain.

Seth pulled back and watched with wide eyes as the two graceful figures entangled themselves in a deadly dance of beauty and flashes of silver and gold.

Horus turned back to Seth's house and sighed softly, facing up towards the sky. "Please Ra, give me the strength to fight him," he whispered softly and looked down once more before sending off a falcon to fly towards the other's house.

The white-haired youth stabbed out and pulled back the feint immediately, instead slashing with his other hand and cutting the Pharaoh's cheek with the action, sending droplets of blood to fly and hit the ground. Seth watched with wide eyes as the two fought, unable to move not only from the command, but mainly from the sheer awe that struck him at watching the deadly dance.

Each hit was matched and soon a matching red strike was upon the thief's cheek. "You are not the one to kill me," the Pharaoh growled out and came into a hard offensive, stabbing and slashing, each of his hits blocked by the other's silver pair of Sais.

The thief spun then, throwing one silver Sai in the other hand and twisting his arm around the back of his robe, catching the golden Sai within it and pulling sharply to steal it from its owner's hand.

The golden blade flew across the roof and towards the edge, stopping bare centimeters before falling off. The thief threw his own pair between hi hands, bating and teasing his opponent as he held the two Sais carefully and securely.

Seth stood on the balcony as a falcon flew towards him. The black bird landed onto the edge of the balcony and waited there, a pair of black eyes looking right into the depths of the God. The God seemed to grin when he won a meaningless staring match with the bird then took the small scroll that was strapped to its leg. He opened it and read it, then a vicious smile graced his lips and he turned up to the sky.

The Pharaoh attacked with his one Sai, kicking out and even punching whenever he could with his other hand. He landed a solid kick on the other's leg to send him down on one knee, but the action caused a cut to run along his white-clad thigh, ripping the fabric. The Pharaoh used his own Sai to rip off the fabric completely and with a spin, he used his heavy cape to hit the other in the face, sending him in confusion. The youth pulled at the golden necklace that held the cape to his body and it easily gave under his fingers. He spun around though, covering the white-haired youth with the red cape and sending him toppling back on the ground.

Kicking away one of the Sais, the Pharaoh backed away and watched the white-haired thief compose himself, throwing the red cape away. By that time, Atemu had collected his falling Sai and joined it with the first, twirling the golden blades quickly and precisely between tanned fingers.

Why didn't he finish him off? Seth questioned softly, his eyes narrowing at the proud Pharaoh.

"Please Ra, let him know… he can have it all," the vicious smile was replaced by a sad one and Seth closed his eyes, letting the words of the note fly to the winds.

The two faced each other off once more, the thief throwing his own ripped cape away, revealing the traveling clothes he wore under it.

The Pharaoh's wine-red eyes narrowed dangerously and as before the attacks came, neither of them on the offence, nor the defense. They both countered and parried, kicking and ducking, spinning and dodging with such speed and grace, that more then once Seth and the other priests that had joined him, had gasped thinking one of the two was stabbed.

Matching lines of red formed on both the youths' bodies, but they didn't stop in their dance. That was when the Pharaoh took the offensive completely, sending the other reeling back towards the edge of the roof.

With a final thrust that the thief dodged, the white-haired youth slipped on the edge and his expression turned into… a smirk. He raised his hands with the Sais touching his forearms, pointing down and his white hair flew in his face and towards the Pharaoh as he fell back.

The smirk on his lips disappeared and his lips moved to form words that nobody could hear. A sudden darkness overtook the field and as before the tornado fell down towards him, going right beside the thief and hitting the ground where the people were.

The Pharaoh grimaced as he heard their screams, watched cloth and soon blood fly up into the black winds right before they disappeared. The winds disappeared and he watched a great monster catch the falling youth. The monster rose, the top half of it humanoid the bottom that of a serpent. It's full height revealed him as a huge creature that made the Pharaoh's neck hurt when he looked up.

The thief was let down onto the ledge once more, causing the Pharaoh to step back, and with a flick of each wrist, his Sais were ready to attack once more.

The Pharaoh stepped back and nodded softly, a smile gracing his lips. His lips moved then, forming words much akin to what the thief had said previously. The thief grinned and nodded as well, watching as a large monster appeared on the other side of the temple, huge muscles bulging of a dark blue colour and golden eyes narrowed down, way down at the smaller monster.

The two started off into a fight once more, stabbing and slashing, jumping and dancing with such grace and beauty that the dancers of the harems or girls trained from little, could never be able to achieve.

As they fought, their monsters rose into the air, latching onto one another and showing the viewers what they could not see from the roof. [6

The battle clashed and lighting struck.

'My home was the first battleground… your home shall be the last.'

The thief overpowered the Pharaoh and kicked between the captured Sais right into the center of the other's chest, sending him reeling back and losing balance to fall on the ground.

Bakura came then, his knees onto the Pharaoh's hands to keep him from attacking and putting most of his weight on them while his Sais crossed on the Pharaoh's neck.

A grin appeared on his features and he looked around him in delight, seeing that Diabound was attacking the larger blue monster with speed and precision, the noticing the silence of the crowd, some gasping and crying as they noticed their Pharaoh was loosing. His brown eyes then scanned the priests that had gathered at the entrance of the roof, their eyes wide in disbelief and all of them twitching to move.

"NO!" Pharaoh Atemu growled out, sending them reeling back and the thief's brown eyes now upon him again. A smile curved itself onto the Pharaoh's lips and he nodded softly to the priests. "No," he repeated, then turned his head just a fraction, already feeling the blood dripping from his neck at the earlier nod. "You are not the one to kill me," he repeated his earlier statement.

Horus raised his head high as he led his armies to attack those of the other God, watching from a distance as his handpicked, but mortal, generals faced off against the other mortals. They all parted before him as he moved towards the house, the opposing mortals stepping back at their own God's command.

The two gods stared at each other, Seth on the balcony of his mansion, Horus far below him and looking up, their eyes locked in a mix of emotions. Hatred, anger, vengeance, pity, fear… love. They all mixed as Horus entered into the house and Seth disappeared from the balcony.

The young Pharaoh struggled ever so slightly, causing the blades to dig in sharper and a hiss of pain to leave his lips. He paused for a moment before he resumed to get more comfortable. The thief watched with confusion and spoke his thoughts.

"Why are you struggling? What are you trying to do?" he looked him over, noticing the golden puzzle that rested upon the other's chest and rose and fell with each breath from the Pharaoh.

"You are not the one to kill me," the Pharaoh repeated one last time, his struggling stopping and his eyes narrowing dangerously as he watched the other. His golden puzzle started glowing a bright light, as did the golden ring upon the thief's chest and the other five golden items that were settled on the priests that watched the struggle.

"Then who is?" the thief grinned widely, feeling the power of the ring serge through him and the warmth filling his body, overtaking every part of it down to the tips of his fingers as he pressed the silver Sais down harder, to his knees when he heard the crack of the bones of the Pharaoh's hands beneath them, to his toes and back up to hit his brain with full force.

The Pharaoh grinned slightly and looked up at the thief.

He couldn't breathe. Every time he saw his lover right before the two were to fight, the older God could only gasp at the air and try to take it in, instead feeling like he was breathing in the sight of the younger God. He was beautiful, as always, and as always, he froze Seth in his tracks as if a brick wall.

Horus didn't have that much of a different reaction, the same male that had made love to him all those years ago, that had held him with those same arms that would probably be the death of him. He smiled softly, a wistful smile on his lips as he seemed to look right past the menacing God before him and towards that night spent in this very same house, making love to the older male.

"Seth."

The priest's eyes widened considerably and he gasped, suddenly straightening his body as the images flashed before his eyes. He saw the young Horus entering Seth's house, the same feeling overcame him as each night the Pharaoh and him made love. Next he saw the Goddess of Beauty and Fertility, the strongest Goddess in all of Egypt. He watched as she rushed Horus and spoke of Seth's betrayal. He saw the purely horrified expression on the youth's face and couldn't help but gasp at how much that face resembled his lover's.

"Seth?" a bark of laughter came from the thief. "Your own High Priest?" the laughter became even louder and the youth doubled over before arching back and letting his laughter rise into the air. The feuding monsters had moved from the city and were in the desert, fighting it all out without fear of killing any mortals.

"No," the Pharaoh grinned slightly and watched the thief's smile disappear when the golden light from the items amplified tenfold, though only onto the two items they carried. The rest of the priests watched as their Pharaoh smiled that sad smile of his, the same smile had had shown Nut so many times while staring at her beauty.

"Seth… my God of the Desert," he referred to the original meaning of who Seth was and the sudden light that overtook them caused them both to scream in pain.

i missed one day, apologized about that, but i still am updating the chapter i did yesterday [this one and later today gonna put up the other one... so far it's only 6 chapters XD and then last chapter is notes... hmm... -shrugs- reveiws appriciated it, even flames
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