Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Catechism ❯ Chapter 4

I feel a bit sorry for Mana - she doesn't know she's being used…

K, definite Loyaltyshipping in this chapter

Disclaimer: Yu-gi-Oh! Belongs to Kazuki Takahashi. I make no profit off this fanfiction, and it belongs to me under international copyright laws. Don't steal and don't sue. Thank you, *Phantomness bows*

 

Chapter 4

 

He finished the pastry and yawned. It was far too late to return to his rooms. Besides, Mahaado's bed was soft.

Mahaado blinked, seeing that his Pharaoh did not seem to be making any move to leave, and decided not to comment. He was unprepared, however, for Yami to pat the blankets next to him.

Did his Pharaoh mean…?

“Come on, Mahaado, I'm cold! And no, you are not sleeping on the floor. That's a royal command!”

That made sense. With a sigh, he removed his ornaments and jewelry and climbed into bed next to Yami. Yami immediately snuggled up to him and promptly fell asleep.

The Priest mentally sighed and was soon deep in dreams as well.

 

Mana found them the next morning when she came to `borrow' one of Mahaado's spell books. She nearly dropped that very spell book with a crash.

Were they… lovers?

It couldn't be! But as she peered closer, she saw that they were both fully closed. It was kind of cute actually.

But if Teacher didn't get up soon he'd be late for her lessons! Not that she minded. More time to play!
She left her completed assignment of the air and water runes on Mahaado's desk and ran outside.

 

Strange, he'd never slept so well before. Then again, he hadn't shared a bed in years, not since - wait, what?

Mahaado snapped awake, seeing a head of spiky hair pillowed on his shoulder. He was about to hyperventilate when he noticed that they were still clothed. It took a few more minutes for the events of the previous night to catch up with him.

With a sigh, he disentangled his Pharaoh and headed off to the bathing chambers. By the time Yami woke up, Mahaado was waiting with a tray of cakes, fruit, and wine.

Yami grinned appreciatively. He took a quick bath, and then returned, dressed in one of Mahaado's long robes. He kept tripping over the hem, and finally, Mahaado sighed and made a few adjustments with one of his hidden daggers. They had just finished breakfast when Priest Akunadin burst in, followed by four of the Pharaoh's royal guards.

 

“My Pharaoh! We were so worried! We were afraid…”

Yami blinked as he popped another grape in his mouth. “As you can see, I'm perfectly fine, uncle.”

“Yes, but why did you not take any of your royal guards with you?”

“They were asleep.” Yami replied promptly. He neglected to mention the fact that he himself had put the sleep spell on them so he could sneak out and see what Mahaado was doing. Well, last night had been a revelation!

The guards flushed in embarrassment. Akunadin sighed.

Well, he should have expected such. Priest Mahaado was Pharaoh's childhood friend, though from Yami's state of dress, he concluded that the barrier from friendship into more had been breached.

Yami reached for another grape.

 

“Morning Court should have started two hours ago, Yami!”

Yami frowned. “Was there anything of importance on the agenda today?”

Akunadin spluttered for several moments, but shook his head. Just more petitions, waiting for the Pharaoh's attention, from peasants, waited. With a sigh, Yami waved goodbye to Mahaado and followed Akunadin back to his room, where his servants dressed him quickly and slid the crown over his head.

It was not that he liked shirking duty. But sometimes, he wished that he weren't Pharaoh. There was just so much work involved in running a country.

 

It was afternoon court, with his Elected Priests in attendance, when they dragged in several rough-looking men. Apparently they had robbed the royal caravan traveling from Ethiopia. That was terrible.

They were trying to maintain good relationships with that country! It was perfectly justified to extract the Ka monsters of the criminals and then ship them off to the salt mines to work for several years.

What else were they supposed to do, kill them?

Yami frowned as death popped up. The idea was not new, but he hadn't actually seen anyone die yet. Still, he did not think it would be long.

His Father had passed away in his sleep, and the embalmers had taken him away. Yami hadn't seen him until the procession to the royal tombs.

But then again…

“Where are the Ethiopian dignitaries being lodged?”

Akunadin coughed. “I decided to lodge them in the East Wing.” That way, they would be far away from the corridors where the Priests practiced magic. “They desire an audience with you in two days.”

“Duly noted.” Yami yawned.

The first of the petitioners came up, and Yami eyed the parchment as the scribe rattled off the man's petition. Apparently, he wanted a tax decrease because his fields had been flooded so his crops had been ruined.

Hmm.

He'd send someone out to inspect that. Next item.

 

By the time they broke for dinner, Yami was exhausted. Sitting on a throne looking regal all day really cramped. He ate hurriedly, and than went to find Mana. It was nice to have someone to play with.

They spent a happy hour playing hide-and-seek, and then he went to find Mahaado. He found the Priest bent over a manuscript, and cleared his throat.

 

Mahaado spotted him and sank down to his knees in greeting. “My Pharaoh.”

“I wish you wouldn't do that.”

“I cannot break court etiquette, my Pharaoh.”

“Do you have any healing potions?”

Mahaado wondered why Yami did not simply seek out a palace Healer, but did not press the question. He fished a small vial from the shelves lining his study and handed it to Yami without a word.

Yami drank the potion without complaint, deciding that it hadn't tasted so bad as some of the others.

He spent the rest of the evening reading over Mahaado's shoulder about dark magic, and decided that it sounded quite interesting.

Maybe Mahaado could teach him…

 

End Chapter

Completed 4/7/06

Whee!

*Yawn*