Hmm, it's been a while. What's with Ri and the whole, not updating this story? I don't really know; guess I've been more focused on other things. And right now I'm watching the original Japanese version for the Yu-Gi-Oh Duel Monsters movie, and it is so much cooler in that version, and way longer. Lots of Kaiba and Yami scenes in it. *smiles and dances around but stops and blushes*
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This chapter is based during the time that the British arrived in America and started Jamestown. I don't remember when that was, but it was in the sixteen hundreds; sadly I didn't pay any attention in US History last semester, though I passed with a perfect 98 percent suckers!
*ahem*
Okay, so we have another sad chapter here, though no one dies. But that doesn't mean that I won't let them live next chapter, I have REALLY big plans for the next chapter. Speaking of which, want to get a suggestion into the story?
I'm a bit of a history buff, but I don't know everything in history so here's the deal, you guys can write your own chapter for Atemu and Seth in a time period.
No string attached.
Think of it as a little gift from Ri, you guys keep asking me to write for certain time periods so I'm letting you guys do it. Hathor, you already said there was something you wanted to write that accorded in the 1970's, you still need to write that.
But you do have to have them in a time period I have not touched, you can't do the 1870's or the 1910's, I have plans for those. You have to use the names Atemu and Seth, not Atem and Seto. And you have to have one or both of them die in the end. Oh, and the War of the Roses is off limits to since I'm already in the works on that one.
Please, I'm a slow writer and a lot of you guys have great suggestions you want to see, so write your own, send them to me through e-mail, and I'll post them in the story.
NOTE! Sadly, I'm stealing a bit of Pocahontas for this story since I have no freakin' idea on how the natives and the British really met. Plus, I can totally see Atemu suddenly speaking Seth's language but I have a strong explanation behind that.
On with the fic!
Love History 101
Chapter Four: Jamestown, 17th century
John Mares' blue-eyes, the same color as the ocean waters that were between his home country of England and his new home in Jamestown, looked around. He had just arrived a week or so ago and was already sent on a scouting mission with Mathew, a young blond who was not that great of a shot when it came to his gun.
Their mission was to check different areas for any sights of special resources or the natives of this country that everyone called savages. John had never seen one before but he still needed to be on his guard. He was told that they were dark skinned and had black hair with dark eyes and didn't speak his language.
"Mr. Mares, must we keep going? We have been walking since sun up and I'm tired…" Mathew whined and John rolled his blue-eyes.
"You can return to the town if you want, I want to keep looking." The brunet responded and marched on. After an hour or so, John came upon a waterfall. The whole area around it was calm and quiet, but the man could feel eyes on him.
He walked behind the waterfall, acting nonchalantly. Once out of sight, he lit his musket and a moment later he jumped through the water and gasped.
Standing where he had been previously on the shore was a boy. Beautiful black hair, long and down past his shoulders, sun kissed tan skin, small nose, smooth face, and the most alluring eyes John had ever seen, a bright crimson.
Small foot falls could be heard as Moon Child walked through the forest. He went looking for berries for his tribe and sighed as he looked around. He was originally with another of his tribe, his brother Indigo Sky, before he ditched him to go off on his own.
Moon Child hated being watched over, he was the next of kin in his tribe, and with the white men around, he had to be protected.
But the red-eyed Native didn't want that so he ran off when he got the chance and was now off on his own, picking small berries and putting them in the basket he had. As he worked on his task, he heard voices.
Peeking through the bushes, he saw two men, a blond and a brunet, talking and the blond walked away while the brunet continued up a path. Moon Child blinked, the man's blue-eyes, they attracted him somehow and he had to see the man's eyes again. Taking his basket, he started to follow while hiding behind the bushes and trees.
Once the man stopped at the waterfall, Moon Child watched him. The white man had his guard up and looked around before going behind the waterfall. Moon Child stood up and walked over to the spot the other had been in, wondering what was going on.
But the disturbance of the water and a musket pointed at him made the child snap his attention to the man who jumped out of the water and looked at him in surprise.
The intense orbs of sharp blue, the shade of a clear twilight sky, look straight into his crimson ones, the color of freshly spilt blood.
Backing up a bit in fear, Moon Child dashed off a short distance before skillfully climbing up a tree, the white man following behind.
"Hey! Come down from there!" The man barked as he looked up the tree, unable to actually climb it like the Native did.
"No." Came the response in perfect English and John blinked.
"And why not?" He asked.
"Because you pointed that thing at me, and that is not a very nice thing to do."
John cocked his head to the side and placed his gun down before crossing his arms over his chest. "How… do you speak my language?"
"A white man came to my village once, stayed until he died, taught us to speak your words."
"I see. Will you come down; I'm not holding the gun."
Moon Child looked at him before crawling down a bit and sat on the branch above the white man. "What is your name?"
"John Mares, what is your name?"
"In your language, it is Moon Child."
"Why do you have that name?"
"Why do you have that name?" Moon Child repeated.
"I asked you first." John snapped back and Moon Child rolled his eyes.
"I was born in the light of the full noon. Now tell me why you have such a strange name, I don't know what thing in nature has that name, though you are named after a mare in your second name."
"John is my first name, I'm not sure what meaning it has right now off the top of my head, but it was just the name my parents gave me." Blue-eyes looked up. "Are you going to come down?"
"Can I trust you John?"
"Look me in the eyes and tell me what you think." Moon Child did just that and then jumped down. It seemed that he was shorter then the Englishman before him, so he glared slightly and folded his arms. John noticed this and smirked, something about this kinda thing seemed so familiar but he had never seen this child before in his life.
"What's with the look?" Moon Child asked, raising an eyebrow.
The other only smirked and chuckled. "Nothing, just the way that someone so small is trying to be strong and intimidating."
"You have a horrid sense of humor John." The smaller glared and turned to walk away.
"Hang on, don't leave!" He reached out and grabbed Moon Child's wrist, stopping the Native. The boy was quiet and then turned, looking at the other, seeing those blue-eyes sparkle slightly.
"There is something about your eyes," the Native spoke softly; "they look familiar."
"I could say the same about yours, and yet I have never seen you before." John replied and let go of Moon Child's wrist before taking a seat under the tree. Moon Child looked at him and sighed, sitting down as well.
"Where are you from? You do not speak the same way as the fur traders that come by here." The smaller asked, trying to start up a conversation after a few moments of silence.
"I'm from England, but I came here for an adventure, unlike everyone else who actually came here to claim this land in the name of England and to find gold."
Moon Child blinked. "Gold?"
"Yeah, they say it can be found here."
"Is it food?"
It was now John's turn to blink. "You don't know what gold is?" Moon Child shook his head so John continued. "It's found in the ground and is a shiny gold color; it kinda looks like a shiny rock."
"Never seen it, the only colored rocks are the ones we use for beads." The other said as he removed the necklace from around his neck, showing John the beads on it, made of blue and red stones. "We don't have any of this gold you speak of, and even if we did it really wouldn't mean anything to us."
"Really? Where I'm from it is a symbol of luxury, those of high class wear it and use it for currency, like this." Reaching into his pocket, John pulled out a gold coin and Moon Child took it, studying it with large red-eyes in fascination. The look on his face seemed familiar to John…
"What are you looking at?"
"The puzzle, it's a beautiful thing, so shiny and golden! I can't wait to wear it when I'm older."
"You're eyes look almost as big as that puzzle right now prince."
"Oh hush Seth!"
John blinked and shook his head; he thought he heard some voices, speaking in a strange yet familiar accent. He looked over at Moon Child who was flipping the coin in the air a few times. "I don't see what is so great about this thing, here, you can have it back." He placed it in John's open palm.
"Hey… I have to ask… are you a prince?"
"Yes I am, I'm the son of the tribal chief."
"That's not what I meant."
"What do you mean?"
"Does the name, Seth… mean anything to you?"
Moon Child looked at him, his eyes flashing for a brief second. "It sounds familiar… Seth?" He spoke the name so softly that the other almost didn't catch it. "I think, that's why I like your eyes… you have the same eyes as him."
"I am him." John replied, speaking an entirely different language. Moon child's eyes lit up and he smiled.
"I knew it! Seth! It's been so long!" He hugged the other tightly.
"Atemu! I can't breath!" Seth squirmed and Atemu pulled away, pouting slightly.
"We haven't seen each other in years since the last reincarnation; I can hug you if I want to!"
"I know love, but it is weird, how do we usually end up as enemies like this. I mean, the settlers and barbarians are enemies and…" He was stopped by the dark look Atemu gave him.
"Seth, just because I love you does not give you permission to call my people of this life time barbarians! That is uncalled for!"
Seth sighed and kissed the side of his pharaoh's head. "Sorry love, I'm use to the life I am living now, just as you are with this one. I didn't mean to offend you Atemu, please don't be mad."
Atemu looked at him and smiled. "I can't stay mad at you Seth." He leaned up, almost connecting their lips together, but a voice alerted them, someone was calling for John. Seth sighed and stood up, looking at his lover.
"I have to go, but meet me here again, tonight. Try not to let anyone see you okay?" Seth spoke softly and Atemu nodded.
"I'll be here when the moon is at its highest. I'll be waiting." He stood up and scurried up the tree just as some men came out of the bushes, Atemu saw it was the blond from earlier and a brunet.
"John, we've been looking everywhere for you!" The blond spoke first.
"Yeah, we need to get back to camp; you need to help us with some things." The brunet said, pulling on Seth's hand. As he was being dragged away, Seth looked back at the tree and saw sad crimson-eyes.
A month had past since the settlers came and every night Atemu and Seth would meet at that one location, trying to make up for their years of separation.
One a full moon night, Atemu looked around outside of the small hut he lived in; knowing everyone in the village was asleep. He smirked and started to leave, but a small tug of his skirt caught his attention.
He turned to see large violet-eyes looking at him. "Indigo Sky…!" He whispered loudly. "What are you doing up?"
"I could ask you the same thing Moon Child. What is going on? You keep leaving every night and do not come back until almost dawn." Indigo Sky frowned.
Sighing, Atemu turned to face his little brother. "I'm meeting someone very important to me, but please do not tell Father, I don't want him worrying about me. Now I have to leave." He gave his brother a hug before dashing off.
Indigo Sky watched for a moment but decided to follow out of curiosity, was his brother meeting with someone from another tribe? Did he like someone?
Meanwhile, in Jamestown, Seth looked around as he left his small home, only seeing the guards over by the wooden fence. He smirked to himself and dashed off; going over to the loose poles in the fence to make his escape, never noticing that he was being watched at the time.
After a bit, Seth came through the bushes and found Atemu who smiled at him. "I missed you my priest." He walked over and hugged him close. Seth smiled and kissed his head, saying he missed him too.
"You weren't followed were you?" Seth asked and Atemu shook his head.
"No, but my brother is becoming suspicious of me." The smaller sighed and nuzzled his head on Seth's chest. "Tonight, shall we… you know…?"
A soft chuckle came from the blue-eyed man. "I don't see why you are so nervous of something we have done before." Lifting up Atemu's chin, he kissed the boy softly but added a little pressure a moment later and smirked as he heard a moan.
The kiss became heated, involving tongues. Soon Atemu began to open up Seth's shirt, lick his chest and hearing the other make a sound of pleasure as he pushed him against the tree. The moment became heated as Seth trailed his hands up and down Atemu's sides, tugging up the skirt he wore until…
"John! What in the name of the Almighty are you doing?!" Seth and Atemu turned to see Mathew staring at them in shock, holding a gun out in front of him. Another voice alerted them to look at their other side.
"Moon Child! Is that a white man?!" Indigo Sky exclaimed.
Mathew walked a little closer, his gun pointed at Atemu. "John, all this time you were with a savage, a male one at that?!" He didn't know what to do, John was his commanding officer and to see him with the enemy seemed like treason.
"Mathew, put the gun down and I can explain what the hell is going-!" Seth jolted when a loud bang was heard and he noticed Atemu looking at his arm, blood sliding down the tan skin at about the middle of Atemu's upper right arm. "You shot him!" Seth glared at the blond who had done it only on accident.
Atemu stumbled, shocked at the sudden pain in his arm, not the first time he's been shot, happened during a past war when he was a soldier, but it still hurt like all hell. He clutched his arm and fell to the ground. "Uhh… Indigo Sky…" He looked at his brother who was trying to stop the pain before the smaller boy turned to Seth and glared at him.
"This is your fault!" He yelled in English. "If you white men had never come to our land, then my brother wouldn't be in pain!" He blinked though when Seth got down by Yami and ripped of a piece of his own shirt, then tied it around the wound after pulling the bullet out, which thankfully wasn't in that deep.
Seth looked at his lover, seeing the pained expression, one he had seen so many times before. "Atemu… I can't stay here any more…" Red-eyes widened and Atemu struggled to sit up, only to have Indigo Sky keep him down.
"But why?! We are finally together after so long! Why would you leave me again?!"
"Because if I stay here, then one of us will die, Atemu, I love you dearly and all I want is for you to be safe, I can't stand having you die in my arms or by my hands. I'm gonna leave on the next boat to London, because this time, I want us to both be alive while we are living in this life after meeting again."
Atemu looked at him, tears coming down his face as he nodded, understanding what the other was saying. Seth didn't want them to die after just meeting up again. "I understand Seth; just remember that I love you."
A week passed and Seth was stepping onto the ship that would take him back the London. As he boarded, he turned and looked over at the shore, sighing softly. He didn't see Atemu anywhere, maybe he was still healing from the wound in his arm.
He was about to turn away to head down to the galley when he heard someone calling his name.
"Seth!"
He turned to see Atemu standing at a part of the shore where no one else was, waving at him with his good arm and smiled slightly, tears falling from his eyes. "We will meet again, very soon!" He called out to the blue-eyed man who smiled and waved.
"I'll hold you to that! Goodbye my Pharaoh." And the ship began to sail.
End
On to the next chapter! Which might be a two part chapter, so YAY! This is the longest chapter so far, nine pages. Remember, if you have an idea, I'm allow you to write it out, let you guys have some fun. *smirk*
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