Ahmose Inarus

Ahmose Inarus

Hato chiisai

Shonen-ai

Disclaimer: I own Ahmose. That’s all. Nothing else.

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Chapter 5

The Transformation

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“The boy is a genius, sir. A Prodigy.” Ahmose’s combat instructor was telling the Pharaoh, much to Wasret's chagrin.

“What’s a Prod, a pruh, a prugidy, a progigy…. What he said?” Eight year old Yugioh asked, and Ahmose giggled.

“It’s someone who has exceptional talent.” The almost nine year old said.

“Then why is he talking about you?” Yugioh asked, baiting Ahmose, who glared.

“Heyyy….”

“Enough, Yugioh.” The Pharaoh chuckled. “I’m glad to hear that Ahmose is coming along so quickly. Report his progress.”

“Well, sir… I have nothing left to teach him.” The man said. “He has learned all there is for him to learn from me. I think it is time he had a new teacher.”

“But you’ve only been here for two years!” The Pharaoh cried.

“As I said, my lord. He is a Prodigy. There is nothing more for me to teach him.”

“He has also mastered all the magic that I can teach him.” Ptashepses said.

“I see…. Very well. You will be paid the promised amount. Ptashepses, find another fighter and sorcerer to teach Ahmose!” The Pharaoh commanded, and both men left the throne room. The Pharaoh frowned. If a fighter could not be found to teach Ahmose, then he would have to place the boy under Wosret. HE did not want that. Wosret was his bodyguard, and he trusted the man with his life, but he held a strange hatred towards the young bodyguard in training. It was as if he were jealous of Ahmose, or had some grudge against the child, and he did not like the idea of the man training Ahmose. The Pharaoh looked at his son and Ahmose, who were whispering and giggling.

“I am not!” Yugioh gasped at Ahmose, giggling, then whispered back to Ahmose.

“DID NOT!” Ahmose shrieked with laughter.

“What are you two talking about?” The Pharaoh asked.

“Nothing!” They both chirped, and the Pharaoh chuckled.

“Go on you two. Scat!” He waved his hand. “Be gone with you!” The court laughed as Yugioh and Ahmose leapt up and ran from the room, laughing and playing.

“Daddy, can we go swimming?” Yugioh called, turning and looking at his father.

“If you like. But only if someone goes with you.” The nurse nodded and followed the chattering boys. The Pharaoh watched them go, and then covered his mouth as he coughed. He sat there, doubled over as the cough continued.

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Eight year old Yugioh sighed and looked out the window.

“Can I go out and play now?” He whined, looking at his instructor.

“We have another hour left, Prince.” The man said.

In another part of the palace, nine year old Ahmose stood with Ptashepses and his own teacher, holding his hand out over an empty glass. He chanted a few words, and water rose into existence. His instructor nodded, and began lecturing again. Ahmose paid close attention, and then was sent to memorize more spells. Ptashepses watched Ahmose’s mysterious instructor place his hands on the boys’ head, seeing to it that what ever Ahmose read was forever etched in his young mind. Ptashepses frowned, then turned and headed out the door. This new instructor had come last month, after Ahmose had mastered everything that the vizier had to teach him, magically. Wosret had found and hired him. And usually Ptashepses trusted Wosret's judgement. But he did not approve of this man’s methods. Ahmose was kept in that dark room nearly all day, working. When he got out of there, he ate, and passed out in exhaustion. But he never uttered a single word of complaint to the vizier, to the nurse, to the Pharaoh, not even to Yugioh.

His new teacher had also gotten rid of the board strapped to the eight year old’s back, and it turned out that Ahmose no longer needed it. Whatever he was doing, his back and neck were perfectly straight. He held his shoulders back and his head high. And recently, he had been walking around stiffly with no emotion on his face. Ptashepses was worried as to the dramatic changes in Ahmose’s personality over the last month. He never went outside to play with Yugioh; the only exercise he got was his combat training, which was done under Wosret since no other teacher could be found. And the combination of Wasret and the strange sorcerer were taking their toll on the boy.

He no longer whispered and giggled with the Prince; he always sat straight up and listened to what was going on around him. Ptashepses looked up when the doors suddenly burst open.

“Where are you going?!” Ahmose’s teacher barked.

“I have other things to attend to. You cannot have my every waking moment any longer.” Ahmose said, coldly. “In a few months, we will no longer have any need of you.” Ptashepses glanced at the sun and was startled to discover that he had left the room over two hours ago and had been pacing out side of it, thinking about Ahmose.

“How dare you disrespect me?” Ahmose’s teacher snapped, and the young boy glared.

“I have other responsibilities now.” The boy said, and turned and strode down the hall. Ptashepses watched him go. What Ahmose had said was true. About two weeks ago, he had been initiated as a Priest of Anubis, and was in training to eventually become the High Priest of Anubis. He was being tutored by a young acolyte named Sethos, who was being raised to be the High Priest of the Egyptian Pantheon. Ptashepses wasn’t sure how Sethos and Ahmose got along; they seemed to remain indifferent towards one another.

Yes, all of the men who would be important to Yugioh had been chosen. Ptashepses’ successor was a young man with black hair and green eyes named Otogi. Yugioh’s High Priest was, of course, the boy Sethos. The boy being trained as the Captain of the Guards was called Tris, and the aged healer who would probably not live another year was training a boy named Jono as his successor. Yes, soon the palace would be full of these young inexperienced children in the highest positions in Egypt. The vizier shuddered at the thought.

He pushed it out of his head as he followed Ahmose at a distance, watching him performing his duties. Soon enough, he would be the High Priest of Anubis, as well as Yugioh’s personal Body Guard, Advisor, and Sorcerer. Ptashepses frowned. Never had anyone held more than one of those positions at one time. He wondered if making this boy so powerful would be a mistake. What would happen if he decided to rebel? They would have no one to stand up against him. The vizier frowned. No. He could not allow that to happen. It must be drilled into Ahmose’s head that his soul purpose in his life is to serve Yugioh. If he ever strayed from that, the results could be disastrous. Especially when he began to use the powers of the Shadow Realm. He and Yugioh were due to begin that training very soon. Ptashepses wasn’t exactly looking forward to that time, either….

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The Pharaoh watched the nine year old Ahmose easily defeat the even dozen full grown men that were attacking him in a test before the Pharaoh himself. They were seasoned soldiers and had been ordered not to hold back. And still they were easily defeated by a child wielding a pair of Egyptian Kris’. Ahmose’s long black hair fluttered as he whirled, sending his last opponent whirling to the floor. Seeing that none of them were getting up, he faced the Pharaoh, crossed his arms over his chest and bowed, his blades flashing. The court applauded his performance, and the Pharaoh was amazed that Ahmose was neither sweating nor breathing hard. Wosret glared critically at the boy that he was training.

“Impressive.” The Pharaoh said, and Ahmose straightened up, cold golden eyes fixed on the Pharaoh.

“I am honored, my King.” He said in a cold voice that hardly sounded like that belonging to a child. He had entered puberty early, and soon he would not be able to speak without his voice breaking. So far, it only did that if he was irritated. The Pharaoh was as shocked at the changes in Ahmose’s demeanor as Ptashepses. The boy who would smile and climb into his lap now hardly showed any emotions, and acted far more adult than most members of the royal council.

The doors across the hall opened, and the cloaked man that was Ahmose’s sorcery instructor appeared, and beckoned to the boy.

“With your permission…?” Ahmose said to the Pharaoh, who nodded. Ahmose bowed and sheathed his blades, then flung his purple robes around his pale shoulders and strode from the room, his instructor following him. So far, Ahmose had memorized all the spells that this man had brought, and over the last few days, he had been drilled in using them for hours straight. His instructor was making him think on his feet, throwing things at him to see how fast he could react. Ahmose had no trouble handling things, and a few days ago had begun striking back. The pair had been engaging in an all out battle of magic.

But Ahmose was merely toying with his instructor. He had mastered all that he had to teach him, and Ahmose had begun to study in the royal library, learning as much as he could. His instructor was shocked when Ahmose hurled him back with a spell that he had never seen before.

“Where did you learn that?” The man asked, getting to his feet and glaring at the nine year old.

“On my own.” Ahmose said. “I have no further use of you. I have learned all I can from you. Leave this place while you can.” He snarled, narrowing knowing eyes on the man, who was seething in rage.

“Do not be arrogant, boy!”

“YOU should not be arrogant. I have seen what you are doing; the fire showed me. You are using your position as my teacher to attempt to gain power. You are supposed to be the most knowledgeable sorcerer in all of Egypt, and yet I have surpassed you. Therefore, you are no longer needed.” Ahmose said, and turned to leave the room. He froze and whirled when he heard his teacher give a furious shriek, and the boy’s eyes widened when the sorcerer charged him with his blade drawn.

“I’ll kill you!” He screamed, and Ahmose turned and ran. Down the corridor they flew, past the room where Yugioh, who had just turned nine, was learning his lessons. But at the sight of Ahmose being pursued by his blade-wielding teacher, the prince and the vizier followed.

Ahmose burst into the throne room and all activity stopped. Ahmose ran up the steps of the raised dais and hid behind the throne. The Pharaoh stood.

“What’s going on here!?” He roared, and the sorcerer froze and hid the dagger in the folds of his robes.

“He tried to kill me.” Ahmose said, his voice cracking as he came out from behind the throne, and fixed his eyes on the man, who snarled. He suddenly understood. Ahmose had set him up. He had angered him to a point of irrationality and had lured him before the Pharaoh in a murderous rage. Yugioh and Ptashepses slipped into the room to see what was going on.

“What is the meaning of this?!” The Pharaoh snarled.

“That, that, that BOY…..” The sorcerer snarled, pointing at Ahmose. “Is a maniacal manipulative corrupted little son of a bitch!!”

“Excuse me?!” The Pharaoh gasped. “What makes you think you have the right to say that about him?”

“He, he, he……”

“I know what he’s up to, that’s what.” Ahmose said from behind the Pharaoh.

“Up to?” The Pharaoh asked.

“He’s trying to use me to gain power in your court, Sire.” Ahmose said, glaring down at the man. “And when I told him that I knew, he attacked me.”

“That, that is not true, my King.” The Sorcerer stammered. “I was doing no such thing!”

“Then why did you attack me?” Ahmose asked. The Sorcerer did not answer. “I have watched him.” The boy continued. “I have watched him in the flames. He has been kissing up to the council members. He has an ally in the council. He planned to kill me from the start.” Ahmose said. “And then he would take my place as Yugioh’s body guard. And from there, he could manipulate him.”

“You saw this in flames?” The Pharaoh said, confused.

“Sire, Ahmose is knowledgeable in the art of Fire Gazing.” Ptashepses said. “I instructed him myself. And his talent is flawless. If he says he saw this, then he did. Ahmose does not lie. You know he doesn’t.” The Pharaoh nodded.

“Ahmose, who has he allied himself with?” The Pharaoh asked, and Ahmose looked up. He turned to look for the man, then yelped and ducked. There was a >thunk< and a knife quivered from where it landed in the arm of the Pharaoh’s throne, passing through where Ahmose’s chest had been.

“SEIZE HIM!!!” The Pharaoh roared as the council member fled under a golden glare from the boy he had tried to kill. There was a sudden scream as Yugioh suddenly found himself in a choking grip. Ahmose’s teacher had grabbed him and pulled his knife again. The throne room was in chaos. But in all of the hectic noise, Ahmose’s ears immediately tuned in on the prince screaming. He whirled, drawing his Kris’, and charged. His eyes flashed as he snapped a few words. The sorcerer yelped as the knife suddenly became scalding hot and he dropped it. Ahmose raised a blade and sliced down, slashing his arm and freeing Yugioh. Yugioh toppled over, confused and upset, and Ahmose got between him and the sorcerer.

The council member was seized and the chaos had calmed, but Ahmose and the sorcerer circled each other in the middle of the room. The Pharaoh ran down and scooped up his son, carrying him away from the soon-to-be battle ground. Wosret pulled his scythe and moved forwards, but the Pharaoh held up a hand to stop him, waiting to see what Ahmose would do.

“You filthy little bastard….” The sorcerer snarled, and Ahmose flipped his blades around, ready to move in an instant. The sorcerer sent a spell towards the nine year old, which slapped it aside with the flat part of his sword, and spat one of his own, engulfing his blades in a dark fire. He spun them around as he charged at his instructor.

“You will not harm the Prince….” Ahmose snarled. His instructor dodged the burning blades in wariness, not familiar with the spell that caused this unnatural fire. Ahmose whirled and the tip of his blade caught the hem of his opponent’s robe. Fire immediately devoured the garment, causing the man to yelp and tear it off. Moments later, only embers smoldered, black smoke rising thickly with purple sparks shooting up.

Ahmose spun his blades and attacked, forcing his teacher to retreat. The man was sweating profusely, having realized miserably late that he had vastly underestimated the nine-year-old-body-guard-in-training. He tried to go on the counter attack but anything he threw at the young Priest of Anubis was hurled right back at him. At last, he tripped on the stairs leading up to the Pharaoh’s throne, and fell back, at the boy’s mercy. Ahmose thrust his blades forward, not touching the man, but effectively trapping him with his head between the blades. Ahmose then raised his eyes to his King and Prince.

“Pharaoh?” He said, and the Pharaoh put his son down and glared.

“Kill him.” The Pharaoh commanded. “He attacked the Prince, who it is your duty to protect. Anyone who attacks the Prince will be shown no mercy.” Ahmose nodded, spun the blades, and plunged them into the man’s shoulders. The sorcerer threw back his head and screamed as Ahmose’s dark fire engulfed his body and devoured it. Ahmose backed off, his swords merely smoking, and stuck them back into his belt, before dropping to one knee and bowing his head to the Pharaoh.

Ahmose’s teacher was dead, but he had left his mark on the young sorcerer, one that would never be lifted…

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