Ahmose Inarus
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,774
Reviews:
32
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer:
I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Youth
Ahmose Inarus
Hato chiisai
Shonen-ai
Disclaimer: I own Ahmose. That’s all. Nothing else.
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Chapter 2
Youth
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Inquisitive gold eyes stared hard at the papyrus scroll. They widened, and the face split into a grin.
“That’s my name!” The three year old cried, excitedly. Ptahshepses smiled.
“Correct. Do you know what the glyphs are telling now?”
“ME!” The three year old cried.
“Correct. They tell of your birth. Now, do you know why you were born?” Ptahshepses asked. Little Ahmose frowned for a moment, biting his lip, then sat up and pointed a finger across the room. Ptashepses turned and grinned at the nurse, holding a two year old on her lap.
“Yugioh!” Ahmose cried excitedly, and the two year old looked up from where he was playing with a little doll. He looked at Ahmose, then deciding that the older boy had nothing to say, went back to playing.
“What about Yugioh?” Ptashepses asked, and Ahmose blinked.
“Huh?” He asked, and the vizier chuckled.
“It is your job to learn many things to help Yugioh when he becomes Pharaoh.” He patiently explained to the dark haired child.
“I can count.” Ahmose said, and the vizier pat him on the head.
“Yes. And you’re very good at it too.”
“I’m two.” Yugioh piped up suddenly, from his place in his nurse’s lap.
“Well, I’m three.” Ahmose boasted, holding up four fingers. The vizier laughed and pressed one of them down. Ahmose blinked. Yugioh slid out of his nurse’s lap and toddled over to where Ahmose was perched on top of several pillows on a tall chair, so that he could see the scrolls laid out on the table top. Yugioh grabbed Ptashepses’ robe and pulled.
“Yes, Prince?” the man asked.
“I wanna wead.” He said, a pouty scowl on his face.
“You’re too little.” Ahmose said.
“AM NOT!!” Yugioh screamed.
“Well I’m higher up.” Ahmose said, and Yugioh glared. He threw his doll at Ahmose, who yelped. The little prince then grabbed the legs of the chair and jerked. Ahmose screamed as he fell off of his tower of pillows. He fell to the floor, then got up, picked up the doll and whacked Yugioh over the head with it. Yugioh yelped, then pounced. The pair began rolling on the floor, squabbling. The vizier and nurse separated the pair, who began trying to see who could blow the loudest, longest, and wettest razberry at the other.
“That’s enough, Inarus.” The vizier said, and Ahmose stopped, knowing that being called by his given surname meant that the vizier was not putting up with such things. Yugioh continued to blow razberries until he was red in the face.
“Nap time.” The nurse said, picking up Ahmose in her free arm. Ahmose glared at Yugioh.
“I don’t take naps. Naps are for babies. Like him.”
“AM NOT!”
“Are to.”
“Are not.”
“Are to.”
“Are not…..” Their voices drifted off down the hall, and the vizier rubbed his forehead. Taking care of small children was not in the job description.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ahmose sat silently, swining his feet as he perched on the stool next to the nurse, who was seated next to the Pharaoh, with Yugioh on her lap. The Pharaoh was having a meeting with his generals.
“They are going to attack here.” One of the generals was saying. “We should move our forces over here.”
“I don’t want to do that.” The Pharaoh said. “That will leave the people of this village unprotected. I do not want to move those forces unless we have to.”
“I’m two.” Yugioh announced, and the generals chuckled at the little boy. The Pharaoh glanced at him.
“Yes, I know, Yugioh. Now hush.” The Pharaoh said.
“Sir, if I may, we have some reserves ready to move from here.” The general indicated the location on the map.
“How many?”
“One hundred thirty, my Lord.”
“Get them moving. Keep the enemy forces away from my people.”
“Should we send a group of mounted soldiers too?”
“I’m two.” Yugioh said again, and Ahmose put a finger to his lips.
“Shhhhh!” He scolded the younger boy, and Yugioh stuck his tongue out at Ahmose, who mimicked him.
“That’s enough.” The nurse told them both, and they both obeyed. Wosret glared down at Ahmose from where he stood beside the Pharaoh.
“That will be fine.” The Pharaoh told his generals. “Send twenty mounted soldiers. And get them some chariots too.”
“I’m two.”
“Yugioh! What did I tell you?!” The Pharaoh barked, glaring at his son. Yugioh’s crimson eyes widened, and his lower lip began to tremble. The Pharaoh sighed and looked at the nurse. “Take them out to play.” He said, and the nurse immediately stood. Ahmose hopped off of his stool and took her hand as she guided him out of the room, Yugioh on her hip.
“You’re loud.” Ahmose said, looking up at Yugioh.
“Am not.”
“Are to.”
“Are not.”
“Are to.”
“Are not.”
“Are they still at it?” Ptashepses asked the nurse as he approached her in the corridor. She smiled and gave him a small curtsy.
“They will grow out of it.” She said.
“I certainly hope so. These two cannot spend their lives arguing.”
“They will grow out of it.” The nurse assured the vizier.
“Where are they going?”
“Out to play.”
“Good. See to it that they run off a lot of energy. I need Ahmose to pay attention to the lessons.”
“Of course, sir. You’ll pay attention, won’t you, Ahmose?”
“Huh?” Ahmose said. The nurse and vizier laughed as they left the palace and entered the courtyard. The nurse put the squirming prince down, and he ran after Ahmose.
“I bet I can throw farther than you!” Ahmose crowed, picking up a small rock.
“Can not!” Yugioh objected, and picked up a rock, too. He threw his, and Ahmose grinned.
“See?” He said, and chucked his rock a few feet further than Yugioh had. The vizier nodded approvingly; Ahmose was strong for his age and size. He watched the pair and their rock throwing contests, pleased with Ahmose’s strength. This contest ended abruptly in a large splash. The vizier’s eyes widened and he ran over where a scowling Yugioh stood glaring at a drowning Ahmose in the fountain. The vizier leapt into the waist-deep water and hauled the three year old out. Ahmose coughed, clutching at Ptashepses’ robes, then began to wail. Yugioh blinked, and began to cry as well. The vizier rolled his eyes and climbed out of the fountain, glancing at the nurse.
“I think it’s nap time….”
“Noooo Nap!!” Yugioh shrieked. The vizier sighed. He had been through this phase with Ahmose, and now he had to deal with Yugioh… oh well. As Ahmose, he would outgrow it. He and the nurse carried the pair to the room that they shared. Both froze when they saw the Pharaoh looking out the window.
“DADDY!!!” Yugioh shrieked, and began to squirm.
“FARA!!” Ahmose cried, using the name that he had created for the man, and also struggled. Both boys were set down and they ran over to the Pharaoh, who knelt to receive them. He caught them both and lifted them up into his arms laughing.
“Yugioh! How was playti-- Ahmose? Why are you all wet?” He said, looking into the large gold eyes.
“Yugioh pushed me into the fountain.” Ahmose said, pouting his lip. The Pharaoh turned and gave his son a calculating look.
“Ahmose was being mean!” Yugioh shot back, letting his lower lip tremble.
“Was not!”
“Was too!”
“Was not!”
“Was too!”
“That’s enough, you two.”
“I’m two.”
“Yes, I know.” The Pharaoh told Yugioh. “Ahmose, why don’t you get dried off.” He put Ahmose down, and Ahmose ran after the nurse into the bathroom. The Pharaoh smirked and went over to the big bed and set Yugioh down on it.
“Daddy!” Yugioh squealed, loving it when his father occasionally put him down for his nap.
“Your birthday is next week.” The Pharaoh said.
“Huh?” Yugioh asked. “What’s that?”
“You’re going to turn three.”
“Like me!” Ahmose squealed, running into the room in dry robes that he was nearly tripping over. Wosret, who was in the corner of the room, glared at the child eagerly running to the Pharaoh. He clambered onto the bed and scuttled over to the Pharaoh. The man smiled and let Ahmose cuddle up to him with Yugioh.
“I’m two.” Yugioh said.
“Yes. But next week, you’ll be three. Like Ahmose.” The Pharaoh said, and Ahmose grinned. Yugioh looked at Ahmose, thought a moment, then smiled.
“Okay!” He sang, and the Pharaoh snickered, ruffling his son’s hair.
“Tell us a story!!” Ahmose cried, flinging his hands into the air. The Pharaoh grinned and waved his hand, dismissing the nurse and vizier.
“All right.” He said, with a grin.
“YAAAY!!!” The two boys cried, and they settled down with the mighty king of Egypt.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yes, Ahmose and Yami are brats. Don’t worry, they’ll grow out of it…. Well, Ahmose will.
Yami:: HEYYY!!! -_-*
Ahmose:: She’s right. You never did grow out of it….
Yami:: Did too!
Ahmose:: Did not!
Yami:: Did too!
Ahmose:: Did not!!
Me:: -_-()
Hato chiisai
Shonen-ai
Disclaimer: I own Ahmose. That’s all. Nothing else.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 2
Youth
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Inquisitive gold eyes stared hard at the papyrus scroll. They widened, and the face split into a grin.
“That’s my name!” The three year old cried, excitedly. Ptahshepses smiled.
“Correct. Do you know what the glyphs are telling now?”
“ME!” The three year old cried.
“Correct. They tell of your birth. Now, do you know why you were born?” Ptahshepses asked. Little Ahmose frowned for a moment, biting his lip, then sat up and pointed a finger across the room. Ptashepses turned and grinned at the nurse, holding a two year old on her lap.
“Yugioh!” Ahmose cried excitedly, and the two year old looked up from where he was playing with a little doll. He looked at Ahmose, then deciding that the older boy had nothing to say, went back to playing.
“What about Yugioh?” Ptashepses asked, and Ahmose blinked.
“Huh?” He asked, and the vizier chuckled.
“It is your job to learn many things to help Yugioh when he becomes Pharaoh.” He patiently explained to the dark haired child.
“I can count.” Ahmose said, and the vizier pat him on the head.
“Yes. And you’re very good at it too.”
“I’m two.” Yugioh piped up suddenly, from his place in his nurse’s lap.
“Well, I’m three.” Ahmose boasted, holding up four fingers. The vizier laughed and pressed one of them down. Ahmose blinked. Yugioh slid out of his nurse’s lap and toddled over to where Ahmose was perched on top of several pillows on a tall chair, so that he could see the scrolls laid out on the table top. Yugioh grabbed Ptashepses’ robe and pulled.
“Yes, Prince?” the man asked.
“I wanna wead.” He said, a pouty scowl on his face.
“You’re too little.” Ahmose said.
“AM NOT!!” Yugioh screamed.
“Well I’m higher up.” Ahmose said, and Yugioh glared. He threw his doll at Ahmose, who yelped. The little prince then grabbed the legs of the chair and jerked. Ahmose screamed as he fell off of his tower of pillows. He fell to the floor, then got up, picked up the doll and whacked Yugioh over the head with it. Yugioh yelped, then pounced. The pair began rolling on the floor, squabbling. The vizier and nurse separated the pair, who began trying to see who could blow the loudest, longest, and wettest razberry at the other.
“That’s enough, Inarus.” The vizier said, and Ahmose stopped, knowing that being called by his given surname meant that the vizier was not putting up with such things. Yugioh continued to blow razberries until he was red in the face.
“Nap time.” The nurse said, picking up Ahmose in her free arm. Ahmose glared at Yugioh.
“I don’t take naps. Naps are for babies. Like him.”
“AM NOT!”
“Are to.”
“Are not.”
“Are to.”
“Are not…..” Their voices drifted off down the hall, and the vizier rubbed his forehead. Taking care of small children was not in the job description.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ahmose sat silently, swining his feet as he perched on the stool next to the nurse, who was seated next to the Pharaoh, with Yugioh on her lap. The Pharaoh was having a meeting with his generals.
“They are going to attack here.” One of the generals was saying. “We should move our forces over here.”
“I don’t want to do that.” The Pharaoh said. “That will leave the people of this village unprotected. I do not want to move those forces unless we have to.”
“I’m two.” Yugioh announced, and the generals chuckled at the little boy. The Pharaoh glanced at him.
“Yes, I know, Yugioh. Now hush.” The Pharaoh said.
“Sir, if I may, we have some reserves ready to move from here.” The general indicated the location on the map.
“How many?”
“One hundred thirty, my Lord.”
“Get them moving. Keep the enemy forces away from my people.”
“Should we send a group of mounted soldiers too?”
“I’m two.” Yugioh said again, and Ahmose put a finger to his lips.
“Shhhhh!” He scolded the younger boy, and Yugioh stuck his tongue out at Ahmose, who mimicked him.
“That’s enough.” The nurse told them both, and they both obeyed. Wosret glared down at Ahmose from where he stood beside the Pharaoh.
“That will be fine.” The Pharaoh told his generals. “Send twenty mounted soldiers. And get them some chariots too.”
“I’m two.”
“Yugioh! What did I tell you?!” The Pharaoh barked, glaring at his son. Yugioh’s crimson eyes widened, and his lower lip began to tremble. The Pharaoh sighed and looked at the nurse. “Take them out to play.” He said, and the nurse immediately stood. Ahmose hopped off of his stool and took her hand as she guided him out of the room, Yugioh on her hip.
“You’re loud.” Ahmose said, looking up at Yugioh.
“Am not.”
“Are to.”
“Are not.”
“Are to.”
“Are not.”
“Are they still at it?” Ptashepses asked the nurse as he approached her in the corridor. She smiled and gave him a small curtsy.
“They will grow out of it.” She said.
“I certainly hope so. These two cannot spend their lives arguing.”
“They will grow out of it.” The nurse assured the vizier.
“Where are they going?”
“Out to play.”
“Good. See to it that they run off a lot of energy. I need Ahmose to pay attention to the lessons.”
“Of course, sir. You’ll pay attention, won’t you, Ahmose?”
“Huh?” Ahmose said. The nurse and vizier laughed as they left the palace and entered the courtyard. The nurse put the squirming prince down, and he ran after Ahmose.
“I bet I can throw farther than you!” Ahmose crowed, picking up a small rock.
“Can not!” Yugioh objected, and picked up a rock, too. He threw his, and Ahmose grinned.
“See?” He said, and chucked his rock a few feet further than Yugioh had. The vizier nodded approvingly; Ahmose was strong for his age and size. He watched the pair and their rock throwing contests, pleased with Ahmose’s strength. This contest ended abruptly in a large splash. The vizier’s eyes widened and he ran over where a scowling Yugioh stood glaring at a drowning Ahmose in the fountain. The vizier leapt into the waist-deep water and hauled the three year old out. Ahmose coughed, clutching at Ptashepses’ robes, then began to wail. Yugioh blinked, and began to cry as well. The vizier rolled his eyes and climbed out of the fountain, glancing at the nurse.
“I think it’s nap time….”
“Noooo Nap!!” Yugioh shrieked. The vizier sighed. He had been through this phase with Ahmose, and now he had to deal with Yugioh… oh well. As Ahmose, he would outgrow it. He and the nurse carried the pair to the room that they shared. Both froze when they saw the Pharaoh looking out the window.
“DADDY!!!” Yugioh shrieked, and began to squirm.
“FARA!!” Ahmose cried, using the name that he had created for the man, and also struggled. Both boys were set down and they ran over to the Pharaoh, who knelt to receive them. He caught them both and lifted them up into his arms laughing.
“Yugioh! How was playti-- Ahmose? Why are you all wet?” He said, looking into the large gold eyes.
“Yugioh pushed me into the fountain.” Ahmose said, pouting his lip. The Pharaoh turned and gave his son a calculating look.
“Ahmose was being mean!” Yugioh shot back, letting his lower lip tremble.
“Was not!”
“Was too!”
“Was not!”
“Was too!”
“That’s enough, you two.”
“I’m two.”
“Yes, I know.” The Pharaoh told Yugioh. “Ahmose, why don’t you get dried off.” He put Ahmose down, and Ahmose ran after the nurse into the bathroom. The Pharaoh smirked and went over to the big bed and set Yugioh down on it.
“Daddy!” Yugioh squealed, loving it when his father occasionally put him down for his nap.
“Your birthday is next week.” The Pharaoh said.
“Huh?” Yugioh asked. “What’s that?”
“You’re going to turn three.”
“Like me!” Ahmose squealed, running into the room in dry robes that he was nearly tripping over. Wosret, who was in the corner of the room, glared at the child eagerly running to the Pharaoh. He clambered onto the bed and scuttled over to the Pharaoh. The man smiled and let Ahmose cuddle up to him with Yugioh.
“I’m two.” Yugioh said.
“Yes. But next week, you’ll be three. Like Ahmose.” The Pharaoh said, and Ahmose grinned. Yugioh looked at Ahmose, thought a moment, then smiled.
“Okay!” He sang, and the Pharaoh snickered, ruffling his son’s hair.
“Tell us a story!!” Ahmose cried, flinging his hands into the air. The Pharaoh grinned and waved his hand, dismissing the nurse and vizier.
“All right.” He said, with a grin.
“YAAAY!!!” The two boys cried, and they settled down with the mighty king of Egypt.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yes, Ahmose and Yami are brats. Don’t worry, they’ll grow out of it…. Well, Ahmose will.
Yami:: HEYYY!!! -_-*
Ahmose:: She’s right. You never did grow out of it….
Yami:: Did too!
Ahmose:: Did not!
Yami:: Did too!
Ahmose:: Did not!!
Me:: -_-()