Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Agonies of Love ❯ To The Palace ( Chapter 9 )

Arivid returns a moment later, holding a bright purple tunic. "This was all I could find. I thought you said you had several…" His voice trails off as his eyes roam over the crying form of Seth.

"Please Ra, please stop Father from whoring me out and beating me. I know I have grown to like it. In fact, I crave it. I need my body to be sold and ravished by the person who will pay the most, after all, that's the only thing I'm good for, but I don't think I can take anymore. I love Arivid so much; he has been so good to me. I want to be faithful, but how can I if I'm a whore?" Violent sobs start to rack his thin frame, threatening to topple him off the couch.

Arivid runs over, dropping the shirt. He pulls Seth close to him. "Sssh. Calm down, my love. Please calm down. There is no need for tears." He strokes Seth's hair, marveling at the torrent of emotions flowing from a normally stoic man. "I've brought you a bright purple shirt, I thought it would make you happy. Please cheer up, or at least, return to your arrogant self. We have a meeting with Pharaoh and his advisors. They need to know that you're still the same man you always were."

Seth cries for a few more minutes. He leans back and wipes his eyes on the corner of the tunic Arivid offers him. "Yes, General, I am still the same man I always was." He stands coolly, sliding the shirt over his bruised and battered frame. He strides to the looking glass, and repaints the Kohl lines around his eyes. Seth picks up his headdress and secures the Millennium Rod in his belt. "Are you ready to go, General?"

Arivid bristles slightly at the lack of civility in Seth's tone. Back to our old ways it would seem. I suppose he'd like to walk the long road to the Palace. He bangs open the door, walking out of it. "I was born ready, Priest. Let's go before I have to drag you along."

Seth follows as fast as his hobbling will allow him. Gods I wish he would carry me, but I don't want to risk Father finding out about this. The last thing I need is another broken limb. As it is, my magic will be limited with this arm out of action.

Arivid turns and waits impatiently. "Do I need to show you how to walk? You don't seem to be able to do it very well for a man your age."

Seth growls. "I need no walking lessons."

Walking through the West Gate, the pair stops. Arivid turns to Seth, snapping out a command, "Take off that shirt and bandages, Priest. Show the world what your indiscretions have earned you."

Seth glares and tries to take off the tunic. He manages to pull off one sleeve. He works at easing the rest of the garment off the broken limb, but fails. He turns to Arivid, his expression softer. "Please help me, Arivid. I can not take this off by myself."

Arivid groans, and more gently than anyone would guess, removes the offending shirt and folds it. "Here, Seth. I'm sorry for being so rough. Let me remove the bandages." He cuts the knot binding the bandages to the man and quickly unwraps the gauze, letting it fall to the ground in a heap. "Now, let's go in and face Pharaoh, your father, and the rest of the council. There is a serious possibility that I will be sent to war in the coming months. I will write to you everyday."