Yu-Gi-Oh: A Past and Future Pharaoh

Written By: Lady Lunar Phoenix

Beta By: Lady Lunar Phoenix

A/N: …. I 'do' enjoy writing MahaxSet snark.

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"Lord Kaiba he is following the itinerary provided to him by Mr. Mouto," Fugata answered promptly.

"And what itinerary would that be," Kaiba demanded with his gaze fixed on the surgery going on before him.

"He was instructed to pick up Mr. Mouto's friends then Young Master Mokuba and bring them here." Fugata answered facing the window before him, his glasses hiding his eyes.

"And when exactly did this itinerary get issued?" Kaiba asked, as Yugi looked so lifeless on that cold stone table.

Fugata didn't answer immediately, a bead of nervous sweat rolled down his head before he forced himself to finally speak. "Lord Kaiba we were informed yesterday and Mr. Mouto gave him the itinerary this morning upon Lord Kaiba and Mr. Mouto's arrival at the Dueling Stadium."

"I see. You're dismissed until Isono arrives," Kaiba ordered as his eyes shifted towards Yugi's pale face.

"So what you're saying is that if the Prince likes me enough, he'll get me a nice bed?" Set asked as he sat on the lounging couch in Mahaado's room eyeing the vastly nicer bed that Mahaado slept on. Said prince was curled up in Mahaado's arms his face tucked into the crook of the magician in trainings' neck.

Mahaado would have shaken his head but the princes' presence stopped him, instead he opted to merely stand up and make his way out of the room. "I will put the prince to bed."

The air smelled of rain and lightning, there had been clouds in the distance all day, and in truth such weather always made Set sleepy. So the presence of a nice comfortable bed was vastly appealing. He gave the door an idle glance before getting up climbing into Mahaado's bed, a bed that was as every bit comfortable as he imagined. Far more comfortable than his own and his current bed was leagues ahead of the bed he had back home.

It was so comfortable, soft enough to feel like a cloud, hard enough not to forget where he was and end up rolling out of bed. The sheets and blanket were ever so soft, and vastly different after a punishment. So apparently when Mahaado got in trouble the sheets and blankets were replaced with something of lower quality. Pitiful really, but when he had his seemingly 'normal' sheets. Set couldn't decide between curling up like an indulgent cat or stretching out his full length.

The Princes' Maha had a way of making things feel better when he was around. The Prince was mindful to the guy, and that left Set with the easy job of getting the prince to 'do something'. The only downside to Maha being awake and active appeared to be that the Prince just didn't think he needed to talk anymore. The pair had their own language at this point, and could go for long stretches of time in silence.

Which annoyed Set, not because he had an issue with silence, the gentle sounds of water or the distant sounds of life was enough sound for him. It was that cheeky bratty princes' sly smirks as though the little ankle biter was 'pleased' that Set was out of the loop. If the prince could sound out the word 'Jealous' he would. Set honestly believed the prince 'would' say 'that'.

Little Ankle Biter of the Gods.

"Are you seriously laying in my bed? You have your own if you're tired, go to sleep there."

Set curled up a bit at the sudden sound heralding the return of the magician in training, bunching up a bit more of the blanket under his head as he laid there. "Go get your own bed, this one is nice enough for me."

"That is my bed you idiot," Mahaado retorted, as he made his way to his dressing table to get ready for bed himself. "Go, shoo you bothersome sheep."

"'Sheep'? Sheep?! Did you dare compare me to a mere beast?!" Set argued sitting up as Mahaado finished dressing down for bed.

"I don't know, I don't speak sheep," Mahaado countered and walked to his bed, resigned that he couldn't physically force the guy out without risking his back. And using his magic was a waste of good magic on such a guy. Even if he did, he'd wake up with Set in his bed knowing his luck. "At least have the decency to share my blanket." Which was a fair request so Set settled himself into the bed properly so the mage in training could sleep under the blanket.

Mahaado's bedroom, when the mage was strong enough to manage it alone, held a sweet scent of incense. While a good deal of his personal belongings struck Set as something a child would give as 'useful' or rather, what the 'prince' would give. Just as the prince held a baby fisted grasp on such concepts of 'food' or 'bath' he seemed to understand the need for personal belongings. There were toys neatly placed about the room, as though the prince figured that what made him happy would make Mahaado happy to. A simple idea, but endearing all the same, while all of Mahaados' personal effects were summoned up as clothes, jewelry, and whatever the prince deemed 'fun'.

The room was spacious and had a lovely view of the interior of the palace grounds with large opaque curtains that were currently drifting in the idle breeze. Said breeze carried the scent of a storm, and off in the distance, once Mahaado was comfortable on his side of the bed, Set could hear a soft sound of thunder.

Mahaado, himself, was seemingly doing better now. Given what Set finally had learned he strove to be considerate of the other guys' back. Understanding how the prince reacted at the horrible reminders of what Mahaado went through. In that, Set could finally relax about his place in the palace as he felt it important to look after the pair. So long as he kept Mahaado up and healthy, kept the prince out of whatever mischief he could concoct on his own, Set found himself satisfied.

It was nice to have a purpose.

It was also nice to have context when he distantly heard a tiny voice say 'boom'.

The word was repeated and a bit louder, but he assumed it was just some fragment of a deeper dream and tried to get comfortable when he felt something stubbornly kick his back.

"Boom!"

In fact some distant part of his mind was noting that the kicks were coming from decidedly tiny feet... tiny PRINCELY feet.

"No Set bed! Maha Bed! GO GO..." The angry little voice was coupled with incredibly insistent kicks when a large clap of thunder suddenly slammed into the air. "BOOOOOM!" The prince wailed in terror just as Set rolled around to demand what was wrong with the prince to start with.

And promptly got two terrified baby feet slamming into his most tenderest of parts and earning a pained shriek out of him. Self preservation made him kick, what he could use of his legs, himself out of the bed and onto the floor. The blanket went along with him and there was a tiny 'omph' that he could hear somewhere mixed with the sound of pounding agony in his ears that he was suddenly crippled with.

A spell created orb of light materialized and Set was left squinting as the Prince righted himself up on the bed. Looked behind him where Mahaado just laid there, with all the passive calm disinterest of a soon to be dead mage in training, and scuttled over.

"Maha! Boom! Make Boom boom go away!" The prince wailed as he shoved himself into the mages protective arms.

"There, there Lord Prince, it shall be fine, I'm here..." Mahaado crooned out in a well experienced voice. His eyes, casually gazing down at Set, "Oh there you are Set. Did you opt to sleep on the floor with the dogs?"

"I may not have children thanks to his royal highness!" Set hissed in the most pained and angered tone he could muster, with tears distorting his vision.

"Did you hear that Lord Prince? The future has just been saved from a terrible fate!" Mahaado directed his reply to the quivering baby curled at his chest. Taking his free hand and gently stroking the boy's hair. "Literally on this glorious night, we have a retelling of the battle between Horus and Set."

"I am going to hurt you Mahaado."

"Because either you're going to have to be exclusively into boys or you're just going to have to lose your fertility if you want to do proper honor to the God you were named after..."

Set really wanted to do more verbal sparing. Wanted so badly to get up and strangle Mahaado where the smug magician laid. But he couldn't, because he couldn't feel the lower half of his body just above the hips. Everything was numb, every sound was punctuated with the beat of his heart and the blood in his veins. All he could find the strength to do was peer over the side of Mahaado's bed and stare up at him with wide, pained, tear filled, outraged eyes. Eyes in fact that saw tiny bursts of light that were either the magician in training's doing or just something to tell him he was about to die and ascend to the Field of Reeds.

"The prince despises storms at night. When one comes he screams and refuses to sleep unless it is with someone. Though oddly he has no qualms about storms in the daytime, indeed he enjoys storm watching. But at night the storms scare him so that he ends up running in here to sleep with me." Mahaado began in a casual, albeit sleepy, voice. "He stays with me through out the night, hence why 'I' have such a bed as this, since the Prince sleeps here as well. Oh and you should be warned that he always runs around the bed to the right side because I shield him from the door for his safety."

"If I could just reach your neck..." Set squeaked out in a voice that probably would have been menacing if it didn't sound like a mouse was given voice to speak. "I would choke you, so much."

"Anyway, you have a pleasant night, Set." Mahaado finished addressing Set before turning his gaze down to the prince who was shivering at his chest. "Now now my prince, its going to be fine, the Gods hold their wings over you to keep you safe."

Mahaado curled up a bit to give the prince a more surrounded feeling as he wrapped his free arm around the child. The orb disappeared and in the after image of it Mahaado and the Prince went from defined humans to dark shapes outlined in faint light. Until there was a blast of lightning in which case the prince would give a squeak of his own before curling up closer to Mahaado.

Why in the name of all the Gods the Prince came 'here' instead of making a hot trail to the Royal couple was beyond Set. But again, this room was the closest to the Prince so perhaps 'closest port in a storm'. But as he slowly regained some strength in his lower body he pushed himself back onto the bed. Delicately mindful of his brutally assaulted region as he laid down with the most distrusting look at the shadowed sign of the princes' outrageous hair.

Set was 'not' giving up the really nice bed.

"You're a stubborn person Set."

"You seriously..." Set squeaked before trying to speak like a normal Gods created human, "lets pretend for a moment I would even give this bed up. You would expect me to walk all the way down to my bedroom after being kicked? 'There'?"

"I could," Mahaado replied with a totally practical and calm voice. And given how badly he was whipped, he probably 'could' as horrifying as that sounded.

"Want to try it out?" Set offered in pure snark only to realize the prince was still awake as well.

"No kick Maha! You kick Maha, I kick you!" The prince announced, despite his voice being muffled from clinging so tightly to the magician in training. But his feet began to pump a little in a growing threat and warning.

For which Set immediately set about stopping to the best of his ability because NO. "Oh no you will not! You don't kick people there."

"I kick you!" the Prince retorted his little baby voice low and... trying to be threatening.

"Yes, but Set has a point, it is not kind or good to actively strike a man, or Set, in that area," Mahaado replied gently stroking the boy's hair with his free hand.

"Hmmmm," the prince was silent for a moment then the sound of thoughtful sucking could be heard as the Prince apparently used his favorite deep thinking tool.

Thumb sucking.

Because he was a baby and did baby things, like kick growing men in their very private parts with careless abandon because he was scared by the sound of thunder. But while killing the Prince was forbidden, his cherished 'Maha' was up for grabs. "Just to let you know, I'm killing you as soon as Ra returns and before I break fast."

"Everyone needs hopes and aspirations, yours are a little base but sure, go ahead, try," Mahaado answered sleepily in a mutter. Even when he was close to dreams he could counter snark!

Brat mage.

Brat Prince.

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He woke up to the sound of childish giggles, and for a sleepy moment Set couldn't recall exactly 'why' he would hear a child. The air smelled clean, the light beyond his eyelids was bright indicating the storm had passed through completely, and there was a gigglier near by. Set sleepily opened one eye open to get a look around and the first thing he saw were the large lavender colored eyes of the Prince.

The Prince blinked at him before pushing himself up into a sitting position, "Set notty, Maha punish." Said prince crooned in amusement before he crawled to the other side of the bed and climbed down.

What in the Gods names was 'notty' Set was left to ponder for all of a moment. Then it hit him he couldn't move his arms independently causing him to sit up in alarm. His hands were bound together at the wrists and no amount of struggling was getting them loose! From them came another cord that stretched down to his ankles and while his legs had full mobility the same couldn't be said for his hands. For that matter, what did Mahaado use to start with? For nothing came to mind that looked the same as the cords that were used, could he even find a way to cut them off? 'Could' they be cut off or were they merely magically created leaving Set at the whim of that soon to be dead magician in training?

His eyes began scanning the room when they fell upon the Prince who was staring up at him with his gaze full of mischief.

'Notty' came back to Set's mind and he realized that the prince was 'trying' to say 'naughty'. And while sometime later he would ponder with irritation that the baby could say a long word like 'punish' but not something just as long, and less severe, as 'naughty'... He had a magician in training to murder most brutally.

He turned his gaze from the playful prince and looked about to find Mahaado quietly brushing out his hair. Serenely gazing out into the world as though he didn't hear the obvious fact that Set was awake and surmise that said Set was annoyed.

"What is the meaning of this outrage!?" Set demanded as he glared from the bed and started planning a murder most foul.

"You threatened my life! I'm not just going to let you kill me in sleep," Mahaado argued in a mature responsible tone of voice. With a steady undercurrent of snark that Set would try to threaten a magician like it wasn't the worst idea ever.

"Let me go! I can't do anything tied up like this!" Set argued thrusting out his hands to show how he couldn't get his head above his neck line.

"Oh come now, you're perfectly capable of feeding, bathing, you can even relieve yourself, so don't pretend like you've been faced by the impossible." Was the retort that Mahaado gave lightly as the prince suddenly dashed off past Set, his focus seemingly on a small set of toys.

"I want my freedom!" Set protested shaking his hands as though that would help him in some way.

"Don't we all?" Mahaado asked easily enough as he put aside his brush and took out a small box and began applying his kohl.