The Stranger

A/N: this fic is in ancient Egypt with Seth and Jono (in case you guys can't tell, I really like these characters).


Chapter 1


The sun was rising on Egypt. The golden sands glistened with sunrays. Blue eyes, the color of Nile, snapped open.

The blue-eyed brunet stretched his arms and legs, getting up from bed. He quickly went towards completing his morning rituals. He bathed in his private bath in the palace, applied kohl to his eyes, and a little bit of gloss to his lips, brushing back his hair, and putting on his clothes and purple robe.

The brunet was tall, taller than the rest of the people in the palace. He had a stern expression on his face that told everyone who looked at him that he was not the kind of a person someone would want to mess with. The man had blue eyes, a rarity in Egypt. He was fairly young and had already become the high priest, pharaoh's right hand.

As he walked through the halls towards the pharaoh's chambers, every one in the palace stopped their activities to make way for the young, respected, and feared priest. As he entered his cousin's (aka the pharaoh's) room, he found him in his bath chamber, cleaning.

"Ra smiles down on us today. I portend a beautiful, sunny day." Atemu, the pharaoh, stated. Atemu was a skinny guy, tall but still shorter than Seth. He had tri-colored hair and amethyst eyes.

Seth did not say anything. He merely sat down next to his cousin, on the edge of the bath, as a young woman massaged Atemu's hair. Another person, a young boy, was washing his body.

"What's the matter, Seth? Did you have that dream again?" Atemu asked, a little concerned for the taller one.

"Yes. I think the Gods are trying to tell me something. And before you start your lecture again, I would like to say that I know that I am the last person in all of Egypt to believe this, but it felt so real."

"Seth, you are losing it."

"No. You don't understand. This time I saw all of him."

Atemu sighed. His cousin had been having the same dream over and over again for months. He told Atemu that he dreamed of this golden boy, a pleasure slave perhaps. So far, Seth had only seen a boy covered all in gold swimming in his bath. Atemu knew that the dream could not be interpreted physically because there wasn't a single person in Egypt that he knew who had golden skin and golden hair, like the boy in his cousin's dream.

"What do you mean by all of him?" Atemu felt an obligation to ask.

"I saw his golden eyes looking at me from underneath his golden locks. He had full, pink lips. Gods, he looked so..." Seth closed his eyes, falling into another daydream.

"Seth, you should really just drop it. There is no one in Egypt that we know that fits those descriptions." Atemu knew that it was useless. His cousin was the most stubborn man anyone had ever seen or heard of. Once Seth had his mind set on something, there was no turning him back.

"That's it!" Seth exclaimed.

"What's it?"

"We have only checked out the richer of the population. We haven't looked at any of the slaves yet." Atemu slipped and completely sank into his tub. As he resurfaced, he had a look of outrage in his eyes.

"Seth, you really have gone mad. I worry about you."

"Yeah, whatever. I have got to go."

"Where to?"

"Out into the fields and the pyramid building sites." With that, Seth ran out of his cousin's bath, leaving a puzzled pharaoh behind, and into his own room. He took his scepter and rushed out of the palace doors. He had to find the golden boy of his dreams. Those dreams haunted him every night. Not that he complained, it's just that he wanted to find that adorable being. Besides, he had nothing better to do.

It had already been an hour that he had been outside and all he saw were filth. People covered in nothing but dirt bowed to him, sinking even lower and immersing themselves all the way into the filthy ground. How could anyone live like this? He couldn't even tell where the dirt ended and the person began.

Just then, he noticed that people were gathering around a place. Curiosity got the better of him and he decided to see what was going on. When he entered the strange looking building, the owner recognized him at first site and took him into a private balcony that was fairly close to the platform. He was told that they sold merchandise here. What he didn't know was the kind of merchandize that these people sold.

Seth's eyes went side as he realized that they sold pleasure slaves here. He was disgusted to say the least. The slaves were either people who broke the law or those captured from distant lands. He was about to get up and leave when something caught his attention.

Some men were dragging a boy by the rope around his neck. The boy's wrists were tied behind his back with another rope, and so were his ankles. His mouth was tied so he couldn't speak. The men dragged him onto the platform and threw him to the ground.

"Here is our rarest merchandize yet! He's only thirteen years old and still a virgin!" Seth's eyes grew wide. That boy was only thrteen and being sold as a pleasure slave! But what caught Seth's eyes wasn't the fact that the boy was young. It was the fact that except for the dirt on his skin and hair, he resembled the boy of his dreams.

The only clothing covering the boy was ripped from him as his trembling form was presented to the mass of perverts in the building. The boy was crying silently. Seth set back down in his seat. He was feeling funny. It was like nothing he had experienced before. He actually... cared? Was that what t was? Seth didn't know. All he knew was that he couldn't tear his eyes away from the boy.

The bidding had already begun and the numbers were going high. The going price, Seth believed, was hundred thousand gold coins. Then, another voice came.

"One million coins for the young virgin."


A/N: I know I am pure evil but if I get 10 reviews, I'll update again tonight.