Ahmose Inarus
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,776
Reviews:
32
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Training Begins
Ahmose Inarus
Hato chiisai
Shonen-ai
Disclaimer: I own Ahmose. That’s all. Nothing else.
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Chapter 3
Training Begins
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The five year old Ahmose followed the vizier into the usual room that he was taught in.
“You said we were doing something new today.” Ahmose said, pausing his tongue’s activities wiggling his first loose tooth.
“Yes.” The man said, and looked down. “I said we’d work on your posture.”
“What’s that?”
“The way you carry yourself. You need to have a commanding presence, Ahmose.”
“Yessir.” Ahmose said, climbing into the chair he was guided too. Ptashepses approached the boy with an odd board in his hands.
“Take off your robe.” He ordered, and Ahmose shed the deep purple garment. He blinked as the board was shoved against his back. The vizier began to tie it to him, forcing his back flat against it. “There. Robe on.”
“I can’t!”
“Yes you can.” The vizier said, but helped the boy put his robe back on.
“How long do I have to wear this?”
“Until you don’t need it. Now, cross your legs, and fold your arms. Head up, eyes straight ahead.” Ahmose did so, wincing, then schooled his features into an expressionless stare, as he had been taught to.
“Excellent. You look very commanding.” The vizier praised, and joy flashed through the boy’s eyes at the praise. “Now. You can read. You can write. Which is more than I can say for half of the council.” Ahmose muffled a giggle. “You can ride a horse. You have begun your combat training under Wosret, and can speak not only our language, but Sumerian and Babylonian.” Ahmose nodded an affirmative, but winced at the name of the Pharaoh;s bodyguard; the man seemed to have a strange hatred for the boy, and showed it. “You can read and write cuneiform. Today, however, we begin your most critical lessons.” The vizier went over to the window and closed the curtains. He brought an oil lamp over to the table where a few scrolls sat.
“We are going to begin the Magical Arts, Ahmose. This is very important. If you are distracted by the smallest thing, it could be very dangerous…” Ahmose nodded, eyes wide.
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The Pharaoh and Wosret raised an eyebrow at Ptashepses’ brand new tail.
“I see you began to teach Ahmose sorcery.” The King said, and four year old Yugioh giggled and ran towards the vizier to inspect this odd occurance.
“Yes.” The vizier drawled, wincing as Yugioh laughed and pulled his tail.
“Yugioh, no.” The Pharaoh ordered, and the little boy scampered up into his father’s lap. “So, what about your tail?”
“It should be gone by the time Ra shows us his face again.” The vizier said with a nod. “Ahmose is new and his spells will be weak and should wear off soon. Eventually, he may become strong enough to make something like this indefinite. But for now, he has exhausted himself and has fallen asleep. He is in bed.”
“Daddy, can I have a tail?” Yugioh asked, innocently.
“Absolutely not.” The Pharaoh said, sternly.
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The next morning, the Pharaoh was faced with Ahmose and Yugioh, both with tails. He let his face fall into his hand.
“Ra, give me patience….”
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The vizier and nurse watched Yugioh and Ahmose run in a circle, hanging onto each other’s tails. Apparently, Yugioh had ordered Ahmose to give him a tail, and Ahmose, who had been taught to always do what the Prince told him, obeyed. But the children were enjoying their tails for the twenty four hours that they had them, and the vizier decided to let them. Suddenly, Yugioh tripped, and he and Ahmose fell in a tangled heap. Yugioh just sat there in silent confusion, but Ahmose began to scream. He wriggled away from the Prine, and turned and ran towards the vizier, blood flowing from his mouth, and tears from his eyes. The vizier dropped to one knee to calm the five year old.
“Hush now, let me see….” He said. “You musn’t cry, Ahmose. You must be strong for your Prince.” Ahmose sniffled, and ceased his sobs, though tears continued to fall. The nurse ran to Yugioh who had started crying, simply because Ahmose was crying.
“Well, it’s not so bad, Ahmose.” Ptashepses said. “You simply lost your first tooth.”
“What?!” Ahmose cried, looking horrified.
“It’s normal, remember? Don’t worry about it. You will eventually lose most of your teeth. Don’t worry. It’s okay.” Ahmose nodded at the vizier’s words and wiped his tears away, then ran off to find his missing tooth. An hour later, after he had found his tooth and cleaned himself up, he was smugly showing Yugioh the new gap in his grin.
“That’s gonna happen to me?!” The four year old gasped, and Ahmose nodded wisely.
“Yes.” He said. “All kids lose their teeth so that they can get their grown up teeth.”
“Even me?”
“Yes.” Ahmose said, and the Pharaoh chuckled at the pair sitting at his feet playing with their toys. Ptashepses walked in then, and Ahmose stood with a bit of difficulty, since he still had the board strapped to his back. He ran to the vizier and followed him from the room for his sorcery schooling.
“I wanna go, Daddy!” Yugioh was whining.
“No, Yugioh.” The Pharaoh was saying. “You stay here and play and listen to me handle politics.”
“Daddy, what’s pototiks?”
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Please Review!!! Lemme know what you think!!!
Hato chiisai
Shonen-ai
Disclaimer: I own Ahmose. That’s all. Nothing else.
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Chapter 3
Training Begins
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The five year old Ahmose followed the vizier into the usual room that he was taught in.
“You said we were doing something new today.” Ahmose said, pausing his tongue’s activities wiggling his first loose tooth.
“Yes.” The man said, and looked down. “I said we’d work on your posture.”
“What’s that?”
“The way you carry yourself. You need to have a commanding presence, Ahmose.”
“Yessir.” Ahmose said, climbing into the chair he was guided too. Ptashepses approached the boy with an odd board in his hands.
“Take off your robe.” He ordered, and Ahmose shed the deep purple garment. He blinked as the board was shoved against his back. The vizier began to tie it to him, forcing his back flat against it. “There. Robe on.”
“I can’t!”
“Yes you can.” The vizier said, but helped the boy put his robe back on.
“How long do I have to wear this?”
“Until you don’t need it. Now, cross your legs, and fold your arms. Head up, eyes straight ahead.” Ahmose did so, wincing, then schooled his features into an expressionless stare, as he had been taught to.
“Excellent. You look very commanding.” The vizier praised, and joy flashed through the boy’s eyes at the praise. “Now. You can read. You can write. Which is more than I can say for half of the council.” Ahmose muffled a giggle. “You can ride a horse. You have begun your combat training under Wosret, and can speak not only our language, but Sumerian and Babylonian.” Ahmose nodded an affirmative, but winced at the name of the Pharaoh;s bodyguard; the man seemed to have a strange hatred for the boy, and showed it. “You can read and write cuneiform. Today, however, we begin your most critical lessons.” The vizier went over to the window and closed the curtains. He brought an oil lamp over to the table where a few scrolls sat.
“We are going to begin the Magical Arts, Ahmose. This is very important. If you are distracted by the smallest thing, it could be very dangerous…” Ahmose nodded, eyes wide.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The Pharaoh and Wosret raised an eyebrow at Ptashepses’ brand new tail.
“I see you began to teach Ahmose sorcery.” The King said, and four year old Yugioh giggled and ran towards the vizier to inspect this odd occurance.
“Yes.” The vizier drawled, wincing as Yugioh laughed and pulled his tail.
“Yugioh, no.” The Pharaoh ordered, and the little boy scampered up into his father’s lap. “So, what about your tail?”
“It should be gone by the time Ra shows us his face again.” The vizier said with a nod. “Ahmose is new and his spells will be weak and should wear off soon. Eventually, he may become strong enough to make something like this indefinite. But for now, he has exhausted himself and has fallen asleep. He is in bed.”
“Daddy, can I have a tail?” Yugioh asked, innocently.
“Absolutely not.” The Pharaoh said, sternly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next morning, the Pharaoh was faced with Ahmose and Yugioh, both with tails. He let his face fall into his hand.
“Ra, give me patience….”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The vizier and nurse watched Yugioh and Ahmose run in a circle, hanging onto each other’s tails. Apparently, Yugioh had ordered Ahmose to give him a tail, and Ahmose, who had been taught to always do what the Prince told him, obeyed. But the children were enjoying their tails for the twenty four hours that they had them, and the vizier decided to let them. Suddenly, Yugioh tripped, and he and Ahmose fell in a tangled heap. Yugioh just sat there in silent confusion, but Ahmose began to scream. He wriggled away from the Prine, and turned and ran towards the vizier, blood flowing from his mouth, and tears from his eyes. The vizier dropped to one knee to calm the five year old.
“Hush now, let me see….” He said. “You musn’t cry, Ahmose. You must be strong for your Prince.” Ahmose sniffled, and ceased his sobs, though tears continued to fall. The nurse ran to Yugioh who had started crying, simply because Ahmose was crying.
“Well, it’s not so bad, Ahmose.” Ptashepses said. “You simply lost your first tooth.”
“What?!” Ahmose cried, looking horrified.
“It’s normal, remember? Don’t worry about it. You will eventually lose most of your teeth. Don’t worry. It’s okay.” Ahmose nodded at the vizier’s words and wiped his tears away, then ran off to find his missing tooth. An hour later, after he had found his tooth and cleaned himself up, he was smugly showing Yugioh the new gap in his grin.
“That’s gonna happen to me?!” The four year old gasped, and Ahmose nodded wisely.
“Yes.” He said. “All kids lose their teeth so that they can get their grown up teeth.”
“Even me?”
“Yes.” Ahmose said, and the Pharaoh chuckled at the pair sitting at his feet playing with their toys. Ptashepses walked in then, and Ahmose stood with a bit of difficulty, since he still had the board strapped to his back. He ran to the vizier and followed him from the room for his sorcery schooling.
“I wanna go, Daddy!” Yugioh was whining.
“No, Yugioh.” The Pharaoh was saying. “You stay here and play and listen to me handle politics.”
“Daddy, what’s pototiks?”
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Please Review!!! Lemme know what you think!!!