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:
3,773
Reviews:
32
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Ahmose Inarus
Ahmose Inarus
Hato chiisai
Shonen-ai
Disclaimer: I own Ahmose. That’s all. Nothing else.
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Chapter 1
Prologue
Two Births
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Smoke filled the sky as the village burned. The Libyan enemy soldiers ran from house to house, plundering raping and killing. In one house at the edge of the village, a man stood by the door of his home with his blade drawn. Every now and then, he glanced back at his wife on the bed, trying hard not to scream in pain. The midwife was working between her legs, trying to get the baby born. The enemy troops were drawing closer.
“We’re going to die!!” The pained woman cried. The midwife glanced at her.
“Almost there.” She said. “Just one more good push.” The woman obeyed and screamed. Her husband tensed as a soldier outside stopped at hearing the scream, and headed to their home. He raised his blade.
“It’s a boy!” The midwife cried, taking the infant in a blanket and cleaning him as best she could. The door slammed open and the soldier ran in, clashing with the infant’s father. A blade flashed and the baby and midwife were showered in the man’s blood. The midwife screamed and backed away as the soldier went over to the bed and stabbed the dazed woman. He then turned to the midwife.
The door slammed open again, and the soldier and midwife stared at the cloaked figure in the doorway. Royal guards from the palace swarmed in and killed the soldier. The cloaked man approached the midwife and pulled the blanket aside to look at the baby. The man nodded and took the baby from the stunned midwife and left the house, the guards following. They got on their horses and rode from the burning village, unnoticed in all the chaos.
Upon arriving at the capital of Egypt, they headed straight to the palace. The cloaked man went into the palace, the baby in his arms. He headed straight for the throne room. The doors were flung open.
“Grand Vizier, Ptahshepses!” A guard announced, and the Pharaoh and his bodyguard looked up. His pregnant queen sat beside him and watched the vizier approach.
“You found the child?” The Pharaoh asked. The vizier nodded and held out the baby, pulling the blanket aside.
“Straight from his mother’s womb, and baptized in his father’s blood.” The vizier said. “Born into chaos on the day of Anubis.” The king and queen watched as the baby made a face and began to squirm, his shrill cry echoing through the hall.
“Find a woman to nurse him.” The queen told one of her handmaidens. The woman came down and took the baby from the vizier. The vizier watched the woman go. He then looked at his queen.
“And how are you?” He asked. She smiled and placed a hand on her belly.
“Fat.” She said. The vizier and Pharaoh both chuckled.
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The queen entered the room she had been guided to. She approached the woman who was holding the baby to her chest. Her eyes asked the question.
“He is strong.” The woman said quietly. They both looked up as the Pharaoh and his servant entered the room and strode over, glaring critically down at the baby.
“He is of foreign parents.” The Pharaoh growled, and his bodyguard, Wosret, eyed the baby in distaste.
“That matters not.” The queen said. The Pharaoh gave her a look as she knelt and pet the black curls on the baby’s head. “He is the one prophesized.” The queen said with a smile, as the baby made a protesting noise to his hair being messed with. The Pharaoh grunted. “What will you call him?”
“Inarus.” He said. “Ahmose Inarus. I’m going to bed.” And he turned and left the room, grumbling. His wife smiled at his sour attitude and stood with great difficulty around her pregnant belly. She smiled at the woman nursing the baby, and left.
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The nurse stood silently, watching her Pharaoh pace back and forth before the door. Every now and then, the queen’s voice rose in a pained scream from behind the doors. The baby in the nurse’s arms began to cry, and the Pharaoh looked up.
“Silence him.” He ordered, and the woman rocked Ahmose until he quieted down. Wosret rolled his eyes. The screaming continued, until with a final shriek it stopped. The silence was broken by the chuckling cry of a baby. A few minutes later, the midwife stepped out and bowed to the Pharaoh.
“My Lord, it is a healthy boy.” She informed him. The Pharaoh nodded, but his eyes betrayed his joy. “But the queen...” She continued. “The queen is dying.” The Pharaoh’s eyes widened, and he burst into the room. After a moment, the nurse followed. The queen, dreadfully pale, was sitting propped up against the pillow, nursing her baby. She looked up and smiled tiredly at her husband, and the nurse. She held out her other arm.
“Let me have him.” She said, and the nurse placed Ahmose in her arm. She shifted the baby, allowing him to suckle her other breast. The Pharaoh knelt beside her on the bed, ignoring the women trying to make the queen comfortable. He laid a hand on the head of his son, staring down at him.
“They will be like brothers.” The queen said with a smile, looking back and forth between Ahmose and the new born. She finished feeding them, and the nurse took a sleeping Ahmose while the midwife took the newborn to be washed and dried. The Pharaoh held his wife gently.
“He looks like you.” She breathed, and closed her eyes. The Pharaoh closed his own eyes as her breathing stopped.
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The nurse looked up and bowed silently when the Pharaoh entered the room, his eyes red and swollen from tears. He glanced at her, then made his way to the cradle and looked into it. His newborn son slept quietly wrapped tightly in a blanket, next to Ahmose. The Pharaoh reached into the cradle and lifted his son into his arms. Making a face at the sudden loss of warmth, Ahmose gave an irritated grunt and his face scrunched up as he opened his mouth, ready to loudly protest the change in his environment. The nurse quickly picked him up and rocked him, keeping him quiet as the Pharaoh moved to the window and into the moonlight, to see his son properly.
“... Yugioh.” He said softly to himself. He and his wife had discussed names several times, and she had seemed to favor that name. The Pharaoh rocked his son gently for a while, before returning him to the cradle with Ahmose. He glanced at the nurse, then left. The nurse sighed, and began to rock the cradle slightly, keeping a close watch on the infants resting inside and silently mourning the death of her beloved queen.
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Hato chiisai
Shonen-ai
Disclaimer: I own Ahmose. That’s all. Nothing else.
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Chapter 1
Prologue
Two Births
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Smoke filled the sky as the village burned. The Libyan enemy soldiers ran from house to house, plundering raping and killing. In one house at the edge of the village, a man stood by the door of his home with his blade drawn. Every now and then, he glanced back at his wife on the bed, trying hard not to scream in pain. The midwife was working between her legs, trying to get the baby born. The enemy troops were drawing closer.
“We’re going to die!!” The pained woman cried. The midwife glanced at her.
“Almost there.” She said. “Just one more good push.” The woman obeyed and screamed. Her husband tensed as a soldier outside stopped at hearing the scream, and headed to their home. He raised his blade.
“It’s a boy!” The midwife cried, taking the infant in a blanket and cleaning him as best she could. The door slammed open and the soldier ran in, clashing with the infant’s father. A blade flashed and the baby and midwife were showered in the man’s blood. The midwife screamed and backed away as the soldier went over to the bed and stabbed the dazed woman. He then turned to the midwife.
The door slammed open again, and the soldier and midwife stared at the cloaked figure in the doorway. Royal guards from the palace swarmed in and killed the soldier. The cloaked man approached the midwife and pulled the blanket aside to look at the baby. The man nodded and took the baby from the stunned midwife and left the house, the guards following. They got on their horses and rode from the burning village, unnoticed in all the chaos.
Upon arriving at the capital of Egypt, they headed straight to the palace. The cloaked man went into the palace, the baby in his arms. He headed straight for the throne room. The doors were flung open.
“Grand Vizier, Ptahshepses!” A guard announced, and the Pharaoh and his bodyguard looked up. His pregnant queen sat beside him and watched the vizier approach.
“You found the child?” The Pharaoh asked. The vizier nodded and held out the baby, pulling the blanket aside.
“Straight from his mother’s womb, and baptized in his father’s blood.” The vizier said. “Born into chaos on the day of Anubis.” The king and queen watched as the baby made a face and began to squirm, his shrill cry echoing through the hall.
“Find a woman to nurse him.” The queen told one of her handmaidens. The woman came down and took the baby from the vizier. The vizier watched the woman go. He then looked at his queen.
“And how are you?” He asked. She smiled and placed a hand on her belly.
“Fat.” She said. The vizier and Pharaoh both chuckled.
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The queen entered the room she had been guided to. She approached the woman who was holding the baby to her chest. Her eyes asked the question.
“He is strong.” The woman said quietly. They both looked up as the Pharaoh and his servant entered the room and strode over, glaring critically down at the baby.
“He is of foreign parents.” The Pharaoh growled, and his bodyguard, Wosret, eyed the baby in distaste.
“That matters not.” The queen said. The Pharaoh gave her a look as she knelt and pet the black curls on the baby’s head. “He is the one prophesized.” The queen said with a smile, as the baby made a protesting noise to his hair being messed with. The Pharaoh grunted. “What will you call him?”
“Inarus.” He said. “Ahmose Inarus. I’m going to bed.” And he turned and left the room, grumbling. His wife smiled at his sour attitude and stood with great difficulty around her pregnant belly. She smiled at the woman nursing the baby, and left.
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The nurse stood silently, watching her Pharaoh pace back and forth before the door. Every now and then, the queen’s voice rose in a pained scream from behind the doors. The baby in the nurse’s arms began to cry, and the Pharaoh looked up.
“Silence him.” He ordered, and the woman rocked Ahmose until he quieted down. Wosret rolled his eyes. The screaming continued, until with a final shriek it stopped. The silence was broken by the chuckling cry of a baby. A few minutes later, the midwife stepped out and bowed to the Pharaoh.
“My Lord, it is a healthy boy.” She informed him. The Pharaoh nodded, but his eyes betrayed his joy. “But the queen...” She continued. “The queen is dying.” The Pharaoh’s eyes widened, and he burst into the room. After a moment, the nurse followed. The queen, dreadfully pale, was sitting propped up against the pillow, nursing her baby. She looked up and smiled tiredly at her husband, and the nurse. She held out her other arm.
“Let me have him.” She said, and the nurse placed Ahmose in her arm. She shifted the baby, allowing him to suckle her other breast. The Pharaoh knelt beside her on the bed, ignoring the women trying to make the queen comfortable. He laid a hand on the head of his son, staring down at him.
“They will be like brothers.” The queen said with a smile, looking back and forth between Ahmose and the new born. She finished feeding them, and the nurse took a sleeping Ahmose while the midwife took the newborn to be washed and dried. The Pharaoh held his wife gently.
“He looks like you.” She breathed, and closed her eyes. The Pharaoh closed his own eyes as her breathing stopped.
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The nurse looked up and bowed silently when the Pharaoh entered the room, his eyes red and swollen from tears. He glanced at her, then made his way to the cradle and looked into it. His newborn son slept quietly wrapped tightly in a blanket, next to Ahmose. The Pharaoh reached into the cradle and lifted his son into his arms. Making a face at the sudden loss of warmth, Ahmose gave an irritated grunt and his face scrunched up as he opened his mouth, ready to loudly protest the change in his environment. The nurse quickly picked him up and rocked him, keeping him quiet as the Pharaoh moved to the window and into the moonlight, to see his son properly.
“... Yugioh.” He said softly to himself. He and his wife had discussed names several times, and she had seemed to favor that name. The Pharaoh rocked his son gently for a while, before returning him to the cradle with Ahmose. He glanced at the nurse, then left. The nurse sighed, and began to rock the cradle slightly, keeping a close watch on the infants resting inside and silently mourning the death of her beloved queen.
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