Two Hearts, One Puzzle
In ancient Egypt, Atem is a cruel Pharaoh and Yugi is a slave. Before they even know each other, they start having similar dreams. What happens when Atem chooses Yugi to personally serve him, and when they discover they are connected by the millennium puzzle? Who stole the other items and what terror will they unleash with them? AtemxYugi Rated M for future graphic content
Credit:
Creators of Yu-Gi-Oh! BECAUSE IM NOT ONE OF THEM SAD FACE
Inspiration from WannabeWerewolf and shadowrealm818 who have written GREAT stories that I borrowed a lot of ideas from and want to give them credit for their awesome ideas (loved their stories, but wanted to add my own twists :3) Go check them out, they're great authors!
THIS STORY WILL FEATURE BOYXBOY. DON'T LIKE DON'T READ IT'S NOT THAT HARD PEOPLE.
Otherwise, enjoy :D
Chapter 2 – The Spiteful King
The Pharaoh woke from his dream, startled. It was the same dream he'd been having lately, so mysterious and lifelike. Sleeping normally, then hearing someone scream from far away. Who was it? Why were they screaming? He opened his eyes and saw a boy who looked a lot like himself falling from the sky. Their eyes met for an instant before the boy's body fell through his and he woke up, gasping in his bed. He blinked a few times before realizing he was in the real world again. But that voice…it echoed in his mind…
Aibou
What could it mean? Hmph, probably nothing, he thought. Just a dream.
Nevertheless, it was a new day. The Pharaoh got out of bed, stretched, and went to his window sill, staring out at the horizon lined with stupendous geometric structures built in his glory. The morning sun glinted off them, pouring light upon his majestic kingdom. Looking down, he could see the many slaves who had been at work since dawn building the rest of his empire. He had no idea exactly how many slaves he had working for him, but there were thousands. Keeping track of things like that was a job for his advisors. He watched for a few minutes as they toiled, smirking knowing that their work was exhausting.
A knock at the door broke the silence in his room.
"Who dares bother me at this hour?!" the Pharaoh bellowed.
A small female voice came from the other side. "Forgive me, my King, but you have an early meeting today. Your dressing servants are here to clothe you."
The Pharaoh scoffed. "Enter."
Two female servants came into his bedroom, holding folded garments and assorted jewelry. Their heads were bowed as they forced themselves not to look their king in the eye. The Pharaoh stood by the window, waiting.
"Well? Get to it!"
The two quickly dressed the Pharaoh in a white and gold tunic and purple cape along with gold sandals. His jewelry consisted of a large gold neckpiece, earrings, bracelet, long gold anklets, and several rings. The servants' hands trembled as they placed the jewelry, careful not to scuff his skin. The final piece was a gold eye that was tied around the king's forehead. When they were finished, the two servants stepped back and let the Pharaoh look at himself in a full length copper mirror. One of them couldn't help but glance up at him when his back was turned. His body was perfect, thin but muscular and powerful. His face was considered the most handsome in the entire kingdom, not only because the Pharaoh himself had declared it, but it was truth. He had spiky hair that was crimson around the edge and had several gold spiky strands that looked like lightning and a few others that hung by his face. Some said he was given his beauty in the image of Ra himself. The most enticing part of him was his dark crimson eyes.
The servant girl didn't realize that by staring at those eyes, the Pharaoh could see her looking at him through the mirror and he turned like a viper and struck her across the face hard, sending her flying back into a wall. The other girl remained still and silent, not daring to make a noise.
"How dare you look at your king with such eyes?! Lecherous cur! You will be punished severely after my meeting. Both of you, leave my chambers. Now!"
The other servant hurried to the girl's side and helped her up. She was coughing from the force of the wall on her back, but she tried to hide it until the two of them were out the door.
"Tsk, peasants. I suppose I can't blame them for gazing at my perfection," he told himself as he briskly walked over to a drawer that was locked. He took a key from under his pillow and unlocked it, pulling out a pyramid shaped object that was made of pure gold. It was upside down with a hook attached to a leather strap. It was nearly complete, but for a hole on one side. The thing was like a puzzle with many pieces; but it seemed a piece was missing where the hole was. It had been given to him as a gift from his parents when he turned of age. But at the time it wasn't complete. It was in pieces in a gold box with an eye carved on the side which was also in the drawer. They told him it was a powerful item that could alter the course of history should it ever be completed. It was one of the seven millennium items: the millennium puzzle. But the final piece had been missing for many years after a thief attempted to steal the completed puzzle and shattered it. All but one piece was found and returned to the box.
Since that time, the Pharaoh had spent many days trying to put it together and after several years finished it. But with the final piece still missing, he had little use for it other than an accessory. He placed the leather strap around his neck and turned the puzzle so that the side with the hole was hidden against his chest before exiting his chambers.
Four guards stood outside his room holding spears, waiting for his departure.
"Good morning, my king," the first guard kneeled and bowed his head. "We shall escort you to your throne room."
The Pharaoh walked across his palace surrounded by his escort to the throne room, where another two guards opened the massive doors for them. The room was empty but for a large throne at one end and several pillars rising out of the obsidian floor. Already kneeling before the empty throne were his advisors and sorcerers as well as his military generals and the overseers of the slaves. Upon seeing the Pharaoh enter, they all bowed their heads, greeting him in unison with "My King". The Pharaoh strode over to his throne, cape billowing behind him, and sat, crossing his legs and resting one elbow on the arm rest to support his head. With a wave of his hand, his escort exited and the doors were shut.
"Begin."
One by one, the advisors came forward and gave a report of their activities and the economic status of the kingdom. During this, a servant came in and fed the king from a bowl of grapes and figs since he did not have time to formally have his breakfast. After listening to the advisors, generals, and most of the sorcerers who had nothing of much interest to speak of, the Pharaoh motioned for his head sorcerer, Seth, to speak. He wore a blue tunic and sorcerer's hat which had a figure of a cobra on the front. His eyes were distant and cold as always.
"My King," he began, "I have some interesting news to report. It would seem that there has been an increasing amount of magical energy coming from the surrounding area as of late. Myself and the other sorcerers are unsure where it is coming from, but it is possible it may be a holder of a millennium item."
The Pharaoh was suddenly interested. His hand instinctively reached around the puzzle hanging from his neck. At the time, he only knew the owners of four other items: the scales and key, kept by tomb keeper Shadi, the necklace kept by a woman named Isis, and the millennium eye which was currently sealed away in his family's tomb.
The other two however, were missing; the rod and the ring. Ever since a grave robber raided his family's tomb, the same one that tried to get away with the millennium puzzle, the other two items were missing. Those who possessed them would become very powerful and could pose a threat to him.
The Pharaoh gave Seth a cold stare. "Find out what it is and report to me any findings on the subject."
Seth bowed his head to the ground. "Understood, my king."
Pharaoh sighed. These meetings were so often boring that he wondered why he even had these people working for him. Luckily, his slave overseers often had news; whether good or bad, it often meant punishment would be dealt. It was his favorite part of the meetings.
A large, burly man came forward from the back of the room. He wore a strange black mask over his face that covered all but his sinister, crooked grin.
"All goes well with the slaves, my king. There was one who attacked several guards yesterday, but he was swiftly dealt with and sent to the chamber of solitude for three days," the man explained.
The Pharaoh's eyes narrowed. "Is it the same one that's been stepping out of line in such a way recently?"
"Yes, my king. Unfortunately, he is actually a hard worker. To kill him as punishment would be to lose a valuable slave. However, there are many more where he came from," the man chuckled under his breath.
A smile ran over the Pharaoh's face. "I'd hate for others to follow his misdoings. I will not have my "precious" slaves defy me because of one's foolish idea that he could actually overthrow my orders. Make it five days and then kill him before the others. Let him be an example to them for what shall happen should they disobey."
The overseer's grin widened and he snickered, fingers clenching as if he already held his blade in his hands above the slave's neck. "Understood, my king. Consider it done."
The man sat down, concluding the reports of the Pharaoh's council. The Egyptian king was tired, partially from the lack of sleep due to his strange dream. He dismissed the high council away and they exited through another door, eyes averting the king's face. It had been a few hours since the meeting started, and the Pharaoh was hungry again. He stood and left his throne room, coursing the tapestried halls of his palace until he reached his grand dining room. In the middle was a long stone table that could feed 30 people, but the king had it all to himself. He sat down at the head of the table and put his feet up, lounging back into his chair. Two female servants, different from the ones who clothed him, immediately appeared at his side, kneeling with their heads bowed.
"What does his majesty desire?" they asked in unison.
"Meat. Bring me meat."
The two hurried away and reappeared a few moments later, carrying platters of various meats. The Pharaoh had a whole staff of personal cooks who were ready to make him whatever food he wanted to eat at any time. And it was rather good he had to admit for being made by peasants. The girls shook as they carried the food, intimidated by the Pharaoh's intense presence. Her hands sweaty, she dropped her tray of food directly on the Pharaoh's lap and squeaked in terror.
The king's eyes flew open and he grabbed the servant girl by the throat, hoisting her up off the ground. His fingers tightened around her neck, suffocating her.
"YOU PIECE OF SHIT, LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE! YOU WORTHLESS, IMCOMPETENT PEASANT!" he screamed at her, eyes flaring with anger.
The girl tried to gasp for air, but she didn't attempt to remove the Pharaoh's hands from her throat. Her feeble attempt to survive the king's rage failed, and her eyes glazed over as her head fell forward. The Pharaoh threw her limp, dead body across the table and directed his stare to the other girl who had been frozen in place during the whole ordeal.
"WELL? CLEAN THIS MESS UP, SWINE!"
Immediately she hurried over and set the plate of food on the table, clearing the spilled meat and other food from the floor. The Pharaoh reached out and took a chicken leg from the plate, tearing into the dark meat with his teeth. As the girl finished cleaning the spilled food, she bowed and turned to the king: "I-I-Is there any-t-t-thing else his h-h-highness would like?" she asked timidly.
The Pharaoh swallowed his bite of chicken and motioned at the body of the other girl on the table.
"I said clean up this mess, swine. DO AS YOU'RE TOLD."
She quickly bowed and dragged the girl's body out of the dining hall, sobbing softly as she exited. The king continued to eat from the platter until only bones were left.
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"Ahhh…"
Atem sighed as he sat in the hot water that came up to his neck. Four female servants washed him as he relaxed after the exhilarating lunch event. Taking his rage out on his servants often calmed his nerves and stress, however also often required more servants to be brought in and evaluated on their productivity. All his servants were replaceable, and perhaps that was why they were all so incompetent.
He shooed the girls away. "That's enough."
They all bowed and left his bathing room, leaving Atem to his privacy. The Pharaoh made it forbidden for any of his followers to look him in the eyes directly, with the exception of Seth, his trusted head sorcerer. He was in a way, sort of his friend and so he had a little leniency with the king. But no one was allowed to see the Pharaoh's "assets". His bathwater was always mixed with milk and thus opaque, and he always wore a cloth before his servants dressed him. This did, obviously, not apply to his pleasuring concubines. But even his bathing servants were forbidden from seeing anything unnecessary. He sent them away while entering and exiting the bath and thus dried himself off. It was one of the few things he did himself.
Atem rose from his bath, droplets racing down his dark bronze skin. He grabbed a nearby towel and softly patted himself dry. He set the damp towel on a clothes line to dry and covered himself before calling the servants back in to clothe him.
I'm getting tired of these plain females always in my presence Atem thought to himself. They're always the same, boring peasants. A change of pace would be nice.
He smirked as he gazed over himself in his mirror.
Perhaps a visit to the fields is in order.
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End Chapter 2
GAH. I'm so lazy, I'm sorry. I swear there's a plot to this story in here somewhere. Hope you guys like it enough to read this far.
Atem: Obviously, peasant.
Writer: Oh gurl, don't take that tone with me. You know what I can do to you right?
Atem: I AM PHARAOH
Writer: I HAVE A LAPTOP
Seth: Stop fighting, you two!
Atem: Seth! You dare order your king?!
Seth: Well, I can when you're a newt.
Atem: -suddenly a newt- WTF WHY AM I A NEWT
Writer: MUAHAHAHAHAHA
Please take my laptop away from me. Please
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Two Hearts, One Puzzle – Chapter 3: The Fated Meeting