Post by Scoleciphobic on Mar 12, 2005 0:52:13 GMT -5
I really need to stop starting these, don’t I? Oh well, sorry. No one seems to want commissions from me, so I’m writing my own. I hope you all don’t mind…^.^;;
This doesn’t mean I’m going to stop my other Ancient Egypt fic, either.
Let’s see…ah yes, the little key:
/blah/ = speaking in native tongue (Arabic)
{blah} = my random spazzes when I feel like I need to interrupt you with pointess comments…<br>Blah = thoughts
Blah = gods/goddesses speaking
Disclaimer: Anything historically incorrect—ignore! It is not my fault, and I am too lazy to look it up. I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, because if I did, why the heck would I be on here?!
Enjoy! ^.^;;
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You jerked awake, a scream of sadness dying in your throat. The horrors or what you saw in the dream still flashed behind your eyes. Jumping out of your comfortable bed in a panic, you fled your rooms and tore down the halls. A chill had settled over your heart as you neared the destination.
Pulling the door open, you silently slipped into the bedchambers of your betrothed; the pharaoh. A rush of soothing relief passed through you as you saw the young ruler sleeping peacefully. You leaned heavily on the door behind you. The nightmare had scared you senseless. Now you realized it was all just a dream.
Until you saw the adder.
The venomous snake was slithering silently towards the sixteen-year-old’s bed. A strangled cry rose in your throat and you couldn’t keep it back. Instantly the snake swirled and came towards you. Another scream, louder and bolder, tore past your vocal chords.
Atemu woke up, and looked around wildly. He stared at you in confusion, before also seeing the adder.
“Khalidah!” he yelled.
You didn’t move. Fear had wrapped your heart in its claws and refused to let go. The snake kept slithering towards you. Your deep brown eyes clamped shut, awaiting the meeting between your soul and Anubis. A silent prayer escaped your lips, pleading that the jackal-headed god would guard and guide you to Osirius.
Suddenly large, strong arms picked you up from behind. Opening your eyes, you saw deep green orbs looking at you worriedly. You smiled softly.
/“Relax, Amon, I was not bitten,”/ you said softly.
A smile of relief appeared on your young, and handsome, body guard. Even though he was really almost a slave, you treated him like an equal. He was your favourite servant, mainly because your father had sent him along with you from the last place your family had set up residence.
You were a Bedouin princess. The only reason you were betrothed to Atemu, was so that the Egyptians could get their hands in your family’s horse bloodlines. You had the finest horses in Arabia, and it would be quite a gain for the Egyptians. On top of the studs, a hundred Bedouin horse trainers had been sent along with you, too. All for a small dowry.
/“Relieved, that I am, Princess. I would miss you very much,”/ he said as he put you on your own feet back in your rooms. /“Something tells me the pharaoh would, too.”/
You flushed and sent him a haughty glare. /“Be careful, Amon. Even if these Egyptians cannot understand us, they can still tell that your tone of voice is a bit too bold.”/
The dark skinned would-be gladiator just grinned at you. /“As you say, Princess.”/ His voice was more respectful, even if you knew it was sarcasm.
Suddenly the doors to your greeting chamber flew open to reveal a very worried pharaoh standing in the doorway. When he saw you, he rushed over to you and put his strong hands on your tan, but bare shoulders. He stared into your eyes, and you were able to identify worry and love in his.
“Are you alright, Khalidah?” he asked anxiously, before shooting a careful glance at your guard.
Amon just stared at the wall, going back to the pretense that he was only educated in Arabic, and could not understand a single word the pharaoh was saying. You, too, glanced over at your guardian, before smiling kindly at Atemu.
“I am fine, /beloved/, Amon saved me.”<br>
He sent a calculating glance at your silent bodyguard, before muttering, “Will you tell him I said thank you?”<br>
You smiled a little, before glancing over at your friend. /“He says ‘thank you’ because you saved me.”/
Amon sent you both a grin, nodding a bit at Atemu, before looking back at the wall.
“What is he doing?” Atemu asked curiously, because he can’t see what’s so interesting about the walls of his home.
You laughed softly, and trailed a slender finger down your betrothed’s bare chest. “We don’t have hieroglyphics on the walls of our tents. He is fascinated by them, and tells me the stories he thinks they mean.”<br>
Atemu chuckled softly before kissing you gently on the nose. “He sounds like a good friend to have. It saddens me to know I cannot talk to him.”<br>
You raised an eyebrow. “Why would you need to talk to him?”<br>
“So that I could know all your secrets.”<br>
Getting an innocent expression, you tilted your head a little. “Secrets? What secrets?”<br>
He just sighed. “Like why you put up with this arrangement. Why you have a tattoo of a jackal on your lower back. Many other things…”
You smiled. “Because I have grown to love you. As for the tattoo that is not something you need to know.”<br>
He just growled darkly, before sighing. “Will you be safe for the rest of the night?” he turned his violet eyes to you in a somewhat pleading manner.
You rolled your eyes. “If you remember correctly, the adder was not in my room. It was in yours. I should be asking you that question.”<br>
He just gave you a wry grin. “I do not worry about myself, because I know how to wield a sword. I can defend myself.”<br>
“Oh, but of course. That is why, I suppose, you didn’t know there was an adder in your room until I screamed, right?” you asked, smirking a little. But then, you shrugged and yawned. “Do not worry about me, love. I have Amon to protect me.”<br>
His eyes flashed with jealousy. “I see.”<br>
You smile at him. “Don’t worry, my love for Amon will not overcome my love for you.”<br>
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your childhood friend shoot you a questioning look, but he quickly turned his attention to the wall when Atemu glared at him accusingly. It’s sweet how Atemu is jealous of an almost-slave, you thought to yourself, amused. Does his self-confidence go that low?
You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. The pharaoh looked back at you, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“You tricked me!”<br>
“How did I do that?” you asked, eyebrow raised.
“You made me think you loved another!” he said accusingly, glaring at you.
You smiled. “I do love Amon, but it is as a brother, Atemu. Nothing more.” At least, not anymore.
The moody sixteen-year-old smiled at you. “Oh,” is all he said before he gently kissed you.
Pulling away from him, you shook your head. “Go on, to bed with you! You’ve got a busy day tomorrow. Busy, but boring, yes.”<br>
He just nodded wearily and sighed. “I can’t wait for us to be married. Then I will be able to take you everywhere with me.”<br>
You raised an eyebrow. “I go everywhere with you, anyway.”<br>
He shot you a wicked smirk. “Not to the bathing pools {Just pretend they have those, and he has his own really large one, ok? >.> I don’t really know what they bathed in, only that the pharaoh’s would be heated whenever he wanted it to be.} you don’t. Nor to my bed.”<br>
You flushed lightly, but in the dark room, he couldn’t see it. “Atemu!” you said, softly smacking his tanned arm. “The priests would have a fit if they heard such talk.”<br>
He rolled his eyes and sighed. “I care not about the priests.”<br>
You gasped. “You’re going to anger the gods! I really, really don’t want Ra to kill you, even if it’s for a good cause.” You shoot him a glare. “What would happen to the baby?”<br>
His eyes widen in shock. “You’re—? But we—I mean—what?! How could—I don’t—what?!”<br>
Looking at him lazily, you just gave him a wry smirk. “Calm down, Mr. Panic. I’m not pregnant, so don’t worry about it. This coming from the guy who is upset I can’t share his bed with him…” you snorted, not caring that it was unlady-like. You never were one to be lady-like in the first place.
He relaxed visibly, which made you frown softly. “What? Would me being pregnant be that bad of a thing?”<br>
He looked confused for a moment, before shaking his head. “No! You just scared me…besides, I’m not ready to be a father yet.”<br>
Smiling at him, you put your hand on his cheek and stroked near the corner of his eye. “Well, when you are ready, I’m sure you’ll make a great one.”<br>
He just smiled at you, before kissing you gently and moving towards your door. “I’ll see you later, my love.”<br>
With that he was gone.
Sighing heavily, you looked over at the silent statue who was shaking with suppressed laughter.
/“Ok, mister wise guy, what’s so funny?”/ you asked, crossing your arms.
He burst out into laughter, although it was still rather quiet. The normally stoic guard bent over laughing, before finally catching his breath.
/“Did you see his face when you told him you were pregnant? He just about had a heart attack,”/ he snickered.
You just rolled your eyes at him. /“Haha, very funny. Yes, he just about died of shock because we haven’t done anything. I know. Now can you leave? I’m tired…”/ as if to prove your point, a huge yawn overcame you that ended up popping your jaw.
Still chuckling lightly, the dark-skinned man walked out of your rooms to stand just outside your now-closed doors.
You yawned again as you slowly made your way to your bed, only to find that a shadow was sprawled across it, looking idly about the room with keen interest in his chocolate eyes. Letting out a small, squeak, you instantly growled and glared at him.
“Hullo, Bakura.”
This doesn’t mean I’m going to stop my other Ancient Egypt fic, either.
Let’s see…ah yes, the little key:
/blah/ = speaking in native tongue (Arabic)
{blah} = my random spazzes when I feel like I need to interrupt you with pointess comments…<br>Blah = thoughts
Blah = gods/goddesses speaking
Disclaimer: Anything historically incorrect—ignore! It is not my fault, and I am too lazy to look it up. I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, because if I did, why the heck would I be on here?!
Enjoy! ^.^;;
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You jerked awake, a scream of sadness dying in your throat. The horrors or what you saw in the dream still flashed behind your eyes. Jumping out of your comfortable bed in a panic, you fled your rooms and tore down the halls. A chill had settled over your heart as you neared the destination.
Pulling the door open, you silently slipped into the bedchambers of your betrothed; the pharaoh. A rush of soothing relief passed through you as you saw the young ruler sleeping peacefully. You leaned heavily on the door behind you. The nightmare had scared you senseless. Now you realized it was all just a dream.
Until you saw the adder.
The venomous snake was slithering silently towards the sixteen-year-old’s bed. A strangled cry rose in your throat and you couldn’t keep it back. Instantly the snake swirled and came towards you. Another scream, louder and bolder, tore past your vocal chords.
Atemu woke up, and looked around wildly. He stared at you in confusion, before also seeing the adder.
“Khalidah!” he yelled.
You didn’t move. Fear had wrapped your heart in its claws and refused to let go. The snake kept slithering towards you. Your deep brown eyes clamped shut, awaiting the meeting between your soul and Anubis. A silent prayer escaped your lips, pleading that the jackal-headed god would guard and guide you to Osirius.
Suddenly large, strong arms picked you up from behind. Opening your eyes, you saw deep green orbs looking at you worriedly. You smiled softly.
/“Relax, Amon, I was not bitten,”/ you said softly.
A smile of relief appeared on your young, and handsome, body guard. Even though he was really almost a slave, you treated him like an equal. He was your favourite servant, mainly because your father had sent him along with you from the last place your family had set up residence.
You were a Bedouin princess. The only reason you were betrothed to Atemu, was so that the Egyptians could get their hands in your family’s horse bloodlines. You had the finest horses in Arabia, and it would be quite a gain for the Egyptians. On top of the studs, a hundred Bedouin horse trainers had been sent along with you, too. All for a small dowry.
/“Relieved, that I am, Princess. I would miss you very much,”/ he said as he put you on your own feet back in your rooms. /“Something tells me the pharaoh would, too.”/
You flushed and sent him a haughty glare. /“Be careful, Amon. Even if these Egyptians cannot understand us, they can still tell that your tone of voice is a bit too bold.”/
The dark skinned would-be gladiator just grinned at you. /“As you say, Princess.”/ His voice was more respectful, even if you knew it was sarcasm.
Suddenly the doors to your greeting chamber flew open to reveal a very worried pharaoh standing in the doorway. When he saw you, he rushed over to you and put his strong hands on your tan, but bare shoulders. He stared into your eyes, and you were able to identify worry and love in his.
“Are you alright, Khalidah?” he asked anxiously, before shooting a careful glance at your guard.
Amon just stared at the wall, going back to the pretense that he was only educated in Arabic, and could not understand a single word the pharaoh was saying. You, too, glanced over at your guardian, before smiling kindly at Atemu.
“I am fine, /beloved/, Amon saved me.”<br>
He sent a calculating glance at your silent bodyguard, before muttering, “Will you tell him I said thank you?”<br>
You smiled a little, before glancing over at your friend. /“He says ‘thank you’ because you saved me.”/
Amon sent you both a grin, nodding a bit at Atemu, before looking back at the wall.
“What is he doing?” Atemu asked curiously, because he can’t see what’s so interesting about the walls of his home.
You laughed softly, and trailed a slender finger down your betrothed’s bare chest. “We don’t have hieroglyphics on the walls of our tents. He is fascinated by them, and tells me the stories he thinks they mean.”<br>
Atemu chuckled softly before kissing you gently on the nose. “He sounds like a good friend to have. It saddens me to know I cannot talk to him.”<br>
You raised an eyebrow. “Why would you need to talk to him?”<br>
“So that I could know all your secrets.”<br>
Getting an innocent expression, you tilted your head a little. “Secrets? What secrets?”<br>
He just sighed. “Like why you put up with this arrangement. Why you have a tattoo of a jackal on your lower back. Many other things…”
You smiled. “Because I have grown to love you. As for the tattoo that is not something you need to know.”<br>
He just growled darkly, before sighing. “Will you be safe for the rest of the night?” he turned his violet eyes to you in a somewhat pleading manner.
You rolled your eyes. “If you remember correctly, the adder was not in my room. It was in yours. I should be asking you that question.”<br>
He just gave you a wry grin. “I do not worry about myself, because I know how to wield a sword. I can defend myself.”<br>
“Oh, but of course. That is why, I suppose, you didn’t know there was an adder in your room until I screamed, right?” you asked, smirking a little. But then, you shrugged and yawned. “Do not worry about me, love. I have Amon to protect me.”<br>
His eyes flashed with jealousy. “I see.”<br>
You smile at him. “Don’t worry, my love for Amon will not overcome my love for you.”<br>
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your childhood friend shoot you a questioning look, but he quickly turned his attention to the wall when Atemu glared at him accusingly. It’s sweet how Atemu is jealous of an almost-slave, you thought to yourself, amused. Does his self-confidence go that low?
You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. The pharaoh looked back at you, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“You tricked me!”<br>
“How did I do that?” you asked, eyebrow raised.
“You made me think you loved another!” he said accusingly, glaring at you.
You smiled. “I do love Amon, but it is as a brother, Atemu. Nothing more.” At least, not anymore.
The moody sixteen-year-old smiled at you. “Oh,” is all he said before he gently kissed you.
Pulling away from him, you shook your head. “Go on, to bed with you! You’ve got a busy day tomorrow. Busy, but boring, yes.”<br>
He just nodded wearily and sighed. “I can’t wait for us to be married. Then I will be able to take you everywhere with me.”<br>
You raised an eyebrow. “I go everywhere with you, anyway.”<br>
He shot you a wicked smirk. “Not to the bathing pools {Just pretend they have those, and he has his own really large one, ok? >.> I don’t really know what they bathed in, only that the pharaoh’s would be heated whenever he wanted it to be.} you don’t. Nor to my bed.”<br>
You flushed lightly, but in the dark room, he couldn’t see it. “Atemu!” you said, softly smacking his tanned arm. “The priests would have a fit if they heard such talk.”<br>
He rolled his eyes and sighed. “I care not about the priests.”<br>
You gasped. “You’re going to anger the gods! I really, really don’t want Ra to kill you, even if it’s for a good cause.” You shoot him a glare. “What would happen to the baby?”<br>
His eyes widen in shock. “You’re—? But we—I mean—what?! How could—I don’t—what?!”<br>
Looking at him lazily, you just gave him a wry smirk. “Calm down, Mr. Panic. I’m not pregnant, so don’t worry about it. This coming from the guy who is upset I can’t share his bed with him…” you snorted, not caring that it was unlady-like. You never were one to be lady-like in the first place.
He relaxed visibly, which made you frown softly. “What? Would me being pregnant be that bad of a thing?”<br>
He looked confused for a moment, before shaking his head. “No! You just scared me…besides, I’m not ready to be a father yet.”<br>
Smiling at him, you put your hand on his cheek and stroked near the corner of his eye. “Well, when you are ready, I’m sure you’ll make a great one.”<br>
He just smiled at you, before kissing you gently and moving towards your door. “I’ll see you later, my love.”<br>
With that he was gone.
Sighing heavily, you looked over at the silent statue who was shaking with suppressed laughter.
/“Ok, mister wise guy, what’s so funny?”/ you asked, crossing your arms.
He burst out into laughter, although it was still rather quiet. The normally stoic guard bent over laughing, before finally catching his breath.
/“Did you see his face when you told him you were pregnant? He just about had a heart attack,”/ he snickered.
You just rolled your eyes at him. /“Haha, very funny. Yes, he just about died of shock because we haven’t done anything. I know. Now can you leave? I’m tired…”/ as if to prove your point, a huge yawn overcame you that ended up popping your jaw.
Still chuckling lightly, the dark-skinned man walked out of your rooms to stand just outside your now-closed doors.
You yawned again as you slowly made your way to your bed, only to find that a shadow was sprawled across it, looking idly about the room with keen interest in his chocolate eyes. Letting out a small, squeak, you instantly growled and glared at him.
“Hullo, Bakura.”