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Legend: Other Half: (Monogatari Zatsuyou Han)
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Hidden Emotions
Chapter Two:
Akefia ran as fast as his weakened legs could carry him, intent on getting as far away from the capital as he possibly could.
On the way out, he spotted a rather well-established looking stable. With a feral grin, he hopped the fence, darted in, and dashed out, riding bareback on the closest horse that he could get his hands on.
Immediately pushing it into a gallop, he raced out and fled from the capital, back to his village, his family.
It was well into the night when he finally returned to his village, his brown eyes widened as he saw the fires still lit and everyone still outside.
Jumping off his horse and tying it up, he flinched when he heard shrill crying and figures hurtling onto his legs.
“Brother!” His sisters cried into his legs, sobbing. He rolled his eyes, kneeling down to ruffle their white hair. Putting a hand under both of their chins, he lifted them up gently, smiling.
“Now, you didn't think that your big brother was going to die, did you?” he asked, his gaze softening as they broke out into sniffles.
“We thought.....the......Pharaoh....had gotten you....” they said sniffling. He ruffled their small heads, standing again.
“Akefia no Ryou!” a harsh voice sounded, sharp and clear. He flinched, his gaze lifting up to find a pair of hazel eyes glaring at him.
“Inside the tent! NOW!” she ordered, as he obediently followed her into the tent.
As soon as they were in the tent and away from prying eyes, her calloused hand swung at him, slapping his left cheek, and hard.
“What the fuck have you been doing, boy?! Worrying your sister's sick, worrying Kul Elna sick!” She cried.
He hung his head.
“Mother.....please... “ he tried. She scoffed.
“Explain. Now!” she said, pointing to the folded up bed pile on the floor, indicating for him to sit. He sat, and started to explain, his head still hung low.
“I was captured by the palace guards, mother.” he said quietly. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, and waited for him to continue.
“I was whipped, injured, being one of their best and lowest form of prisoners....when the guard finally came back and told me that I was to receive the Pharaoh's judgment.” he continued.
“I had almost succeeded in escaping from the tomb....when I suddenly became weak, and nausea spread through me. If that hadn't happened then, I would've gotten back safely.” He paused, seeing his mother's eyes harden.
“I received the Pharaoh's judgment. I was brought into the throne room, put before the Pharaoh. I had thought that......thought that because I had done such a deed, such an 'evil' deed, that I would be immediately executed.” he said softly,
“The Pharaoh......all the Pharaoh did was ask what I stole, wondering if my abilities were as high as they claimed. She approved...., stated that even a thief has a reason for thieving, and let me go.” he whispered, recalling.
“......she?” his mother asked quietly. He nodded, his gaze still down.
“The Pharaoh really said something like that?” she asked again, in disbelief. He nodded again.
“Yes....she let me take this.” he said, pulling out the necklace. She let out a gasp, her jaw dropping.
“She said that it was one of her mother's prized possessions.....that I should take it and sell it, use it for my own pleasure....as if it needed some other purpose than just sitting in a tomb collecting dust.” he finished. His mother stayed silent, absorbing, and analyzing the scenerio.
“There is something you are not telling me, my boy.” she finally said. He looked up.
“She...seemed to be injured. She looked very weak, very pale, and I could clearly see bandages that were wrapped around her torso from where her clothes were left untied.” he said.
“And you say you suddenly became sick as you escaped?” she asked. He nodded, now confused.
“Yes, but....what does that have anything to do with it?” he asked curious. His mother stroked her chin, deep in thought.
“........Mother?” he asked. Her head snapped up, and she smiled.
“It's nothing, my child. Now, come, and get some rest, you must be tired after your whole ordeal.” she said, hurriedly rushing him into his side of the tent, closing the curtain to give him some privacy.
He raised an eyebrow at the action, before shrugging slightly and curling up on his bed pile.
Closing his eyes, he let himself drift off into an uneasy slumber.
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Tossing from side to side, the Pharaoh of Egypt feebly attempted to get to sleep. Sighing, she sat up, running a hand through her sweaty bangs. A quiet knock then sounded from her door, her crimson eyes unfocused and staring into her lap.
“.......Enter.” she said automatically. The door opened and a tiny, spiky-haired head popped in.
“Sister?” the voice asked meekly. The Pharaoh blinked and lifted her head up to see a smaller, brighter pair of scarlet eyes gaze intently back at her. She smiled.
“What brings you here at such an hour, little one?” she asked, scooting slightly to the side so he could sit next to her. He shifted uncomfortably, now on the bed, as if wanting to say something.
“Atemu...” she started, before he took in a deep breath.
“Why didn't you have the thief killed?” He blurted. His brightened crimson eyes widened, before slapping his hand over his mouth, starting to breath hard. The Pharaoh shook her head, placing both of her hands on the boy's shoulders.
“Breath easy, brother.....you don't start wanting to hyperventilate.” she said with a smile as the boy started to resume his normal breathing.
“And to answer your question, Atemu......I truthfully do not know. It's as if his very presence, or existence, struck me somehow, and I suddenly wanted to set him free.” she said softly. The child snuggled into her, climbing onto her lap, while wrapping both of his small arms around her slim waist.
“Just be careful......ok?” he asked quietly, slightly muffled. She sighed, burying her face into his tri-colored hair, breathing in the smell of sand and time.
“I shall, little one, I shall....” she said, her eyes starting to mist with tears.
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Cursing as loud as he could, he plopped himself down on the damp grass that had wrapped itself around the riverbank.
“Stupid, fucking Pharaoh.....” he cursed again, his brown eyes hardening in his current gaze.
For some reason, since that day he was set free, his whole body seemed to fluctuate with hidden emotions that weren't his own, and for the life of him, he could not figure out who's or why he was having them.
He hissed as another emotion ripped through him again, this was thankfully a lot calmer than the last few. Blinking, he felt something moist drop onto his hand. Looking down, he held up his hand in shock, he blinked more tears out of his eyes.
“Why......am I....” he stuttered, his voice not cooperating. Throwing his body back against the soft ground, he grunted slightly, his still moist eyes looking up at the stars that littered the sky. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath in an effort to calm himself, before his mind chose at that moment for him to start drifting off into slumber. The last thing that lingered on his mind were a pair of scarlet eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Another spasm of pain ripped through her body again, as it shuddered and quivered due to the force.
“.....Ashiako.....” a tiny voice whimpered as it saw his only family in endless pain. Her body broke out into convulsions again, and he almost hurled himself forward, wrapping his tiny body around her frame.
“Fight it sister....please...” he whispered as her spasms quieted because of his touch.
The elder healer shook her head, her hands balled up into fists. She stood, helpless, as she saw her Pharaoh twitch again in pain.
“Atemu.” She choked out, “Get the High Priest, and Saimun.” she rasped out. Atemu flinched but nodded, darting off. He soon returned with said people, both of whom who looked like ghosts, they had gone so white.
The High Priestess finally collapsed onto Ashiako's bedside, tears starting to form.
“Ashiako,” She whispered forcefully, “Is dying.”
End Chapter Two
Review? Onegai? *pleads*
Akefia ran as fast as his weakened legs could carry him, intent on getting as far away from the capital as he possibly could.
On the way out, he spotted a rather well-established looking stable. With a feral grin, he hopped the fence, darted in, and dashed out, riding bareback on the closest horse that he could get his hands on.
Immediately pushing it into a gallop, he raced out and fled from the capital, back to his village, his family.
It was well into the night when he finally returned to his village, his brown eyes widened as he saw the fires still lit and everyone still outside.
Jumping off his horse and tying it up, he flinched when he heard shrill crying and figures hurtling onto his legs.
“Brother!” His sisters cried into his legs, sobbing. He rolled his eyes, kneeling down to ruffle their white hair. Putting a hand under both of their chins, he lifted them up gently, smiling.
“Now, you didn't think that your big brother was going to die, did you?” he asked, his gaze softening as they broke out into sniffles.
“We thought.....the......Pharaoh....had gotten you....” they said sniffling. He ruffled their small heads, standing again.
“Akefia no Ryou!” a harsh voice sounded, sharp and clear. He flinched, his gaze lifting up to find a pair of hazel eyes glaring at him.
“Inside the tent! NOW!” she ordered, as he obediently followed her into the tent.
As soon as they were in the tent and away from prying eyes, her calloused hand swung at him, slapping his left cheek, and hard.
“What the fuck have you been doing, boy?! Worrying your sister's sick, worrying Kul Elna sick!” She cried.
He hung his head.
“Mother.....please... “ he tried. She scoffed.
“Explain. Now!” she said, pointing to the folded up bed pile on the floor, indicating for him to sit. He sat, and started to explain, his head still hung low.
“I was captured by the palace guards, mother.” he said quietly. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, and waited for him to continue.
“I was whipped, injured, being one of their best and lowest form of prisoners....when the guard finally came back and told me that I was to receive the Pharaoh's judgment.” he continued.
“I had almost succeeded in escaping from the tomb....when I suddenly became weak, and nausea spread through me. If that hadn't happened then, I would've gotten back safely.” He paused, seeing his mother's eyes harden.
“I received the Pharaoh's judgment. I was brought into the throne room, put before the Pharaoh. I had thought that......thought that because I had done such a deed, such an 'evil' deed, that I would be immediately executed.” he said softly,
“The Pharaoh......all the Pharaoh did was ask what I stole, wondering if my abilities were as high as they claimed. She approved...., stated that even a thief has a reason for thieving, and let me go.” he whispered, recalling.
“......she?” his mother asked quietly. He nodded, his gaze still down.
“The Pharaoh really said something like that?” she asked again, in disbelief. He nodded again.
“Yes....she let me take this.” he said, pulling out the necklace. She let out a gasp, her jaw dropping.
“She said that it was one of her mother's prized possessions.....that I should take it and sell it, use it for my own pleasure....as if it needed some other purpose than just sitting in a tomb collecting dust.” he finished. His mother stayed silent, absorbing, and analyzing the scenerio.
“There is something you are not telling me, my boy.” she finally said. He looked up.
“She...seemed to be injured. She looked very weak, very pale, and I could clearly see bandages that were wrapped around her torso from where her clothes were left untied.” he said.
“And you say you suddenly became sick as you escaped?” she asked. He nodded, now confused.
“Yes, but....what does that have anything to do with it?” he asked curious. His mother stroked her chin, deep in thought.
“........Mother?” he asked. Her head snapped up, and she smiled.
“It's nothing, my child. Now, come, and get some rest, you must be tired after your whole ordeal.” she said, hurriedly rushing him into his side of the tent, closing the curtain to give him some privacy.
He raised an eyebrow at the action, before shrugging slightly and curling up on his bed pile.
Closing his eyes, he let himself drift off into an uneasy slumber.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Tossing from side to side, the Pharaoh of Egypt feebly attempted to get to sleep. Sighing, she sat up, running a hand through her sweaty bangs. A quiet knock then sounded from her door, her crimson eyes unfocused and staring into her lap.
“.......Enter.” she said automatically. The door opened and a tiny, spiky-haired head popped in.
“Sister?” the voice asked meekly. The Pharaoh blinked and lifted her head up to see a smaller, brighter pair of scarlet eyes gaze intently back at her. She smiled.
“What brings you here at such an hour, little one?” she asked, scooting slightly to the side so he could sit next to her. He shifted uncomfortably, now on the bed, as if wanting to say something.
“Atemu...” she started, before he took in a deep breath.
“Why didn't you have the thief killed?” He blurted. His brightened crimson eyes widened, before slapping his hand over his mouth, starting to breath hard. The Pharaoh shook her head, placing both of her hands on the boy's shoulders.
“Breath easy, brother.....you don't start wanting to hyperventilate.” she said with a smile as the boy started to resume his normal breathing.
“And to answer your question, Atemu......I truthfully do not know. It's as if his very presence, or existence, struck me somehow, and I suddenly wanted to set him free.” she said softly. The child snuggled into her, climbing onto her lap, while wrapping both of his small arms around her slim waist.
“Just be careful......ok?” he asked quietly, slightly muffled. She sighed, burying her face into his tri-colored hair, breathing in the smell of sand and time.
“I shall, little one, I shall....” she said, her eyes starting to mist with tears.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Cursing as loud as he could, he plopped himself down on the damp grass that had wrapped itself around the riverbank.
“Stupid, fucking Pharaoh.....” he cursed again, his brown eyes hardening in his current gaze.
For some reason, since that day he was set free, his whole body seemed to fluctuate with hidden emotions that weren't his own, and for the life of him, he could not figure out who's or why he was having them.
He hissed as another emotion ripped through him again, this was thankfully a lot calmer than the last few. Blinking, he felt something moist drop onto his hand. Looking down, he held up his hand in shock, he blinked more tears out of his eyes.
“Why......am I....” he stuttered, his voice not cooperating. Throwing his body back against the soft ground, he grunted slightly, his still moist eyes looking up at the stars that littered the sky. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath in an effort to calm himself, before his mind chose at that moment for him to start drifting off into slumber. The last thing that lingered on his mind were a pair of scarlet eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Another spasm of pain ripped through her body again, as it shuddered and quivered due to the force.
“.....Ashiako.....” a tiny voice whimpered as it saw his only family in endless pain. Her body broke out into convulsions again, and he almost hurled himself forward, wrapping his tiny body around her frame.
“Fight it sister....please...” he whispered as her spasms quieted because of his touch.
The elder healer shook her head, her hands balled up into fists. She stood, helpless, as she saw her Pharaoh twitch again in pain.
“Atemu.” She choked out, “Get the High Priest, and Saimun.” she rasped out. Atemu flinched but nodded, darting off. He soon returned with said people, both of whom who looked like ghosts, they had gone so white.
The High Priestess finally collapsed onto Ashiako's bedside, tears starting to form.
“Ashiako,” She whispered forcefully, “Is dying.”
End Chapter Two
Review? Onegai? *pleads*