Uab Bak Am Neteru

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Disclaimer:
I don¡¯t own Yu
gi oh. I don¡¯t¡¯ own Malik, or Ryou, or Yami, or Seto. I don¡¯t own anything
except Ocs in this story, such as Sabni *shudders* and Ptahotep.

Summary: Malik is the adopted son of a
priest, vowed not to have anything to do with sexual affairs.. Ryou is a
seductive demon searching for an innocent prey to corrupt.. Well, let¡¯s say the
inevitable happens. First Ancient Egyptian setting, then moves onto Post Battle
City.

Rating: R for sexual content and
violence in later chapters.

Pairing: Ryou x Malik [S x U] for current
Ancient Egyptian setting. More pairings will be listed further.

Category: Romance/General

A/N: A fanfic challenge of spiderweb-san!

A/N
2: Ryou comes
out here at last!! Yay! *victory dance*

 

 

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Uab
Ba-k Am Neteru

By. Firemoon

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Chapter
4: Encounter with a Demon

 

 

 

 

¡°Your Majesty.¡±

 

A brown
haired man, clad in blue and white, kneeled in front of the elaborate throne
where a figure with tri-coloured hair was seated. The pharaoh Atemu-Yami [1],
the Morning and Evening Star, Beloved of Ma¡¯at, Protector of Egypt, Chosen of
the God of Light, Lord of the Two Lands [2], rested his chin on his hand, his
crimson red eyes seemingly bored. He lazily gestured at the High Priest Seth to
stand up, the beetle shaped gold ring with turquoise stone eyes glinting in the
sunlight streaming through the open windows.

 

The
blue-eyed High Priest of Annu [3] stood up stiffly, bowing deeply once more
before making his statement. The golden rod, symbol that he is one of the close
circle of people around the Pharaoh, also glinted brightly in the pouring
sunlight.

 

¡°The
borders to the Hittites are quite as the usual, and the Prince of Amurru will
be sending precious ivories and other annual gifts for you as usual. I suspect
that the offerings will be arriving around next month, providing that some odd
Nubian savages do not attack the transporting carts like they did last year. I
advise you to send some protective troops to escort the carts--¡±

 

Atemu-Yami,
or Yami, as some of the people close to the youthful 19 year old Pharaoh [4]
called him, barely resisted the urge to open his mouth and yawn loudly. The
blue eyed, brown haired High Priest always managed to recite his daily report
from heart, AND managing to make it sound almost as boring as his old tutor¡¯s arithmetic
lessons. Seth ignored the obviously bored tri-colour haired Pharaoh, and
continued on of his daily reporting stubbornly.

 

¡°Also,
there had been a news from the High Priest of Karnak..¡±

¡°Karnak?
Can we just skip that? You know it too, Karnak always sends some boring old
news..¡±

¡°Your
Majesty, this is important.¡±

 

Something
in Seth¡¯s cold blue eyes made Yami hesitate. After a short second or two, Yami
waved his hand once more in a sign to continue, and Seth coolly started once
more.

 

¡°They had
a young priest in training receive the traditional Karnak Vows.¡±

¡°A
priest in training? You sure?¡±

¡°Quite
sure, your Majesty.¡±

¡°But..
they haven¡¯t had an apprentice priest in almost 20 years!¡±

¡°17
years, to be precise.¡±

 

Seth
corrected the young pharaoh with the usual annoyingly cool calm, and the
tri-colour haied teenager sighed, frustrated. Sometimes he found Seth
unbearably annoying and hateful, and this was the said sometime.

 

¡°But
that¡¯s not what I had come to inform you about.¡±

¡°Than
what is it?¡±

¡°It is
the shape of the mark he had received.¡±

¡°What¡¯s
wrong with his Ra-damned mark?¡±

 

Seth
frowned; he never liked people to hold the name of the god he served so easily
on their tongues, much less say his name in every oath [5] imaginable.

 

¡°It is
said to be the shape of an ankh.¡±

¡°An ankh?¡±

 

Yami
jumped up from the throne where he was previously sitting, meeting the gaze of
the High Priest directly. Icy blue met and equally icy, but also hot, crimson.
Seth¡¯s gaze did not waver. Yami stood there, breathing a little faster then
normal. His mind was racing. Ankh? To a mere priest in training? This
can¡¯t be! Yami calmed down after a minute or two, at least on outer
appearance. On the surface, he was calm and composed as ever. Inside, he was
seething like a volcano, agitated as a wounded lion.

 

¡°You are
not to tell anyone of this, Seth. Nor does the priests of Karnak. Inform them
of this. Understood?¡±

¡°Yes,
your Majesty. I understand.¡±

¡°Swear
it, by your ka, by your life and me, your pharaoh.¡±

 

The
brown haired High Priest of Annu, City of Horus, Setherwemenef bowed
respectfully, muttering the oath drawn up by the pharaoh earlier. He was
thinking the whole while, about this mysterious priest in training and the
reaction of the pharaoh. What was Yami planning?

 

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Setnakht
moved easily through the crowd, his lithe and slender form weaving through the
throng of people almost effortlessly. Almost. His hair was unbound from its
usual thin leather cord, and the light caramel golden brown hair shone in the
bright sunlight. The cloudy violet eyes darted excitedly from here to there,
striving to take everything in all at once. The elegant, curling Vow Mark
tattooed on his left jawline stood up prominently black against his soft mocha
tanned skin.

 

He
couldn¡¯t wait to see the things they sold in the stalls! He had always wanted
to look at them closely, but Ptahotep, now nearing his fifties and getting impossibly
slow, had always stopped him 100 out100,100, dragging the priest in training
off back to the Temples in his strong, vice-like grip. But since now he was 16,
nearing his seventeenth year, the elders had allowed him to go out alone at
last. A delightful half-giggle, half-laughter escaped his lips as he looked
around exitedly.

 

Then,
that¡¯s when Setnakht spotted him.

 

He was
leaning onto a beam of one of the stalls, arms casually folded in front of his
pale alabaster chest and eyes closed as if sleeping. The dark black hair was
braided carefully into tiny thin little braids, and in between onyx beads were
threaded into the braids, glinting in the sunlight as he moved his head
slightly. A light jingling sound as the beads clicked against each other
reached Setnakht¡¯s ears.

 

The pale
skin was what fascinated the priest in training the most. It was quite a
strange sight in these parts, in a boy. It was too hot and sun¡¯s rays too strong
for anyone to not get tanned. His pale chest practically shone, even in a
shaded area, and tied around his slender waist was a loincloth even whiter than
the youth¡¯s skneatneatly arranged.

 

Then,
the youth opened his eyes and looked straight at Setnakht, through the busily
moving crowd of people. At him. Setnakht¡¯s breath hitched as he met the
youth¡¯s stare. His eyes were.. strange. They were the most curious shade of silvery
blue, and the long, curling black eyelashes and kohl eyeliner framed those
mysterious depths perfectly.

 

They
stared at each other for a long time, and finally the dark haired youth slowly
smiled, his luscious pink lips curving up seductively. Then he was gone.

 

Setnakht
blinked, confused. Where did he go? He looked around, but the pale
skinned youth was nowhere in sight. Setnakht felt a compelling urge to just
stand there, wait for the mysterious boy to come again, but he was running out
of time fast. There were only a few more hours left until the golden haired
priest in training had to go back to the Temples. He turned reluctantly, and
hurried towards the nearest store, quite unaware of a pair of kohl-rimmed
silvery blue eyes watching intently at his every move.

 

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Kashta
chuckled lowly to himself, amused as he observed the lithe tanned youth in
sandy golden loincloth weave through the crowd of densely packed people, his exquisite
amethyst eyes shining brightly, the soft light brown curls swaying with every
step, every breeze. He felt an immediate liking for toy. oy. So innocent, so...
pure. Kashta loved to corrupt them, their innocence, their light
tainted. He licked his lips absentmindedly. He would love to corrupt this
little priest in training, and both of them would enjoy it.

 

Kashta
shook his hair, the onyx beads glittering among his dark braids, and walked
towards the direction of where the golden brown haired youth had gone. His mind
was already working.

 

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¡°How
could you?¡±

 

Setnakht
looked decidedly guilty as he stood there, a thundering, angry Ptahotep looming
above him darkly. The reason that the said gentle priest-scribe was so angry
was because..

 

¡°How
could you be an hour late to the daily ritual to Bastet?!¡±

¡°I.. I¡¯m
so sorry Ptahotep sir.. I lost the track of time..¡±

¡°This is
unacceptable, Setnakht.¡±

 

The dark
skinned priest of Ptah crossed his arms, greenish blue eyes closed as he
thought of a way to somehow punish the young boy in front of him. He opened his
eyes finally, looking down at the nervous pair of lavender eyes.

 

¡°You
will go to the temple of Bastet and scrub the area in front of her altar, to
seek a pardon to your wrongdoing. Do not expect to sleep until you are done.¡±

 

Setnakht
sighed, but picked up the rag and scented soap water obediently as it was
handed to him. Ptahotep watched the golden brown haired priest in training
slowly disappear towards the temple of Bastet, and sighed tiredly, already
regretting his decision. The cat goddess¡¯s altar was quite wide, and the main
hall vast. It would take Setnakht until early next morning to scrub the granite
all by himself. But he couldn¡¯t take back his word now, if he wanted to flatten
the boy¡¯s ego. Sighing once more, the dark skinned priest retired to his own
room.

 

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Setnakht
struggled to keep his eyes open, all the while scrubbing the smooth stone
surface with the rag. He looked around, sighing. It was well over midnight, and
he hadn¡¯t even finished half of it! Dusky lavender eyes half closed with sleep,
Setnakht dipped the rag into the soap water once more. Then, a low chuckle
reached his ears.

 

¡°Huh?¡±

 

The
golden brown haired boy looked up, seemingly confused. The lavender eyes met
silvery blue, and Setnakht gasped, seeing the boy from the market grinning
lazily down at him from his place on the shoulder of the statue of the goddess.
Setnakht quickly scrambled up, chucking the rag into the soapy water before
glaring up at the dark haired boy.

 

¡°You!
Get down from there this instant!¡±

 

Unfazed,
the youth merely smiled, straightened up, and slid smoothly down the stone
ue, ue, the onyx beads clicking together. The white loincloth slid up slightly
to reveal the flawless pale thighs, and Setnakht looked away, blushing heavily.
The dark haired youth was standing in front of him the next moment, seemingly
out of a thin air, and the lavender eyed priest in training took one step back,
strangely conscious of the strange, alluring scent of the boy – honey and
lotus.

 

¡°Yes?¡±

 

The pale
skinned boy said with soothing, meous ous voice, almost purring.

 

¡°Wha..
what are you doing here?¡±

 

The dark
haired youth chuckled seductively, his hypnotizing silvery blue eyes darting up
to meet the dusky lavender shade of Setnakht¡¯s.

 

¡°Why,
can¡¯t an Egyptian come in to pray to the gods?¡±

¡°Well..¡±

 

Setnakht
stammered; he found his thoughts slipping away from him like a handful of fine
golden sand as the dark haired boy leaned down slightly, putting his hands on
both his knees to lot tht the golden haired boy in the eye once more. The
lustrous pink lips were slightly open, giving Setnakht a glimpse of pearly
white teeth, the moist pink tongue. His kohl-rimmed silvery blue eyes were half
closed, the dark eyeliner and long black eyelashes shadowing them to a dark
blue-ish colour.

 

Setnakht
blushed to his neck this time, as he inhaled the sweet scent of the boy. The
dark haired boy cocked his head to the side, lips now grinning.

 

¡°But if I
had displeased you, I would be glad to leave to win back your favour.¡±

 

And,
with the faint clicking of his stone beads, he was gone. Only a glimpse of
white loincloth and a pale hand was seen before the youth disappeared
completely, and Setnakht shivered, feeling both cold and hot at the same time.
His mind was crowded with questions. What was that? Who is he? Why is he...?

 

 

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[1]
Reference from Lizeth-san¡¯s
webpage/Spoilers. Thanks!

[2]
Reference from Ramses saga by Christian Jacq. The ¡°Morning and Evening Star¡±
from various movies/manga, and ¡°Lord of the Two Lands¡± a commonly used title of
the Egyptian Pharaohs throughout the dynasties.

[3]
Annu is Egyptian name for Heliopolis.

[4]
Let¡¯s say that Yami¡¯s 19, cause I kinda need him to be around Setnakht and
Kashta¡¯s age.. and I can¡¯t actually imagine a 25 year old Yami.. yet.

[5]
this oath is as in swearing/profanity = oath thing. Ok?

 

Yay!
Kashta is finally out! Love Kashta! *glomps him* Love Setnakht! *glomps the
priest in training* Yeah.. *sweatdrops* For everyone who loves our favourite
Tomb robber, he¡¯ll be coming out in next chapter! Yay! *hugs Bakura* Hm.. one
thing to go over. As I was writing about Ptahotep, I was kind of imagining
someone like Rishid.. *grins* Anyone noticed? No?

 

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