Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Catechism ❯ Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

 

Princess Anzu was frightened.

She'd been left alone, along with two of her maids, because she didn't want to go to the council session, but now she wished she had. The place was running wild with rumors about dark magic and monsters and she was scared!

The friend she'd made, a girl two years younger than she was, with similar hair and muddy eyes, came running by, followed by what looked like a cat. Anzu blinked.

“Mana?” She called out cautiously.

“Hi, Anzu!” Mana said. Anzu beckoned her over and Mana eagerly complied. The cat ran off.

 

“Do you know what happened in council today?”

Mana shook her head. “Of course not! I asked Teacher-sama but he wouldn't tell me!”

“Your teacher is…”

“High Priest Mahaado.” Mana said cheerfully. She would have said more, but that was when Mahaado and Yami care around the corner and stopped.

“Mana.” Mahaado said. Mana twitched, hearing the stern teacher voice.

“Yes, Teacher-sama?”

“I see that you've found the princess… this will make things much simpler…”

“What?” Mana blinked in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Mahaado inclined his head towards Yami as the Pharaoh began to speak. Anzu could not understand what he was saying, but Mana apparently could, because she turned pale and began pleading with him.

 

It was not to last long.

Before Princess Anzu knew what was happening, here was sharp pain in her chest. She looked down to see a dagger sticking out - why? Then, she slumped forwards. Mahaado smirked.

Just in case, of course, all his weapons were tipped with deadly poison.

Mana's eyes widened in anguish and she flew at her teacher. Mahaado simply snapped his fingers and she collapsed, drained. For a few moments, pink danced on his fingertips as he stole her magic.

Yami looked at the fallen princess with a measure of sympathy. “Can you give her a burial as befits her rank?”

“Of course.” Mahaado promised. He slid a vial out of his robes; golden liquid sparkled inside, and tipped it down Mana's throat.

She would not remember this. It was better that way.

They needed some innocence left in Egypt.

 

Yami almost purred as Mahaado called for the guards. “There will be no treaty now, Mahaado.”

“I understand, my Pharaoh. Is it better this way?”

“They struck first… and I will not risk it now.” Yami's eyes were glazed with a mixture of bloodlust and something else. He caught Mahaado's wrist in a strong grip and the Priest blinked.

Yami was aware of the poisons, but Mahaado had personally fed him all the antidotes first. No use in accidentally poisoning his dear Pharaoh after all. The bracers were useful against others though…

“Mahaado…”

“Pharaoh?” A question, though he was quite sure he already knew the answer. Yami met Mahaado's eyes and nodded once. With an answering nod, Mahaado scooped him up and headed towards his chambers. The guards didn't notice at all.

 

He started exploring before they got fully unclothed, and the Ring and Puzzle ended up tangled together on the floor, but it didn't matter and he smirked as Mahaado cried out beneath his exploring hands. Precious. His protector.

Mine.

He slept very well that night.

 

He woke earlier than both of them and gently shook his Pharaoh awake. They had to hide this before the others woke. Luckily, with all the confusion running around in the palace last night, most of the other Priests would be sleeping in late.

If not, well…

He checked his supplies. He had enough to erase their memories just in case they found out. Good. Not that he thought they would…

Yami blinked open sleepy eyes and stretched, feeling calm and safe and warm. They padded to the bathing chambers together, Yami still sleepy. He lay in warm water scented with lotus and let Mahaado wash his hair. It felt so nice…

Mahaado would never betray him. Never!

 

Mahaado finished with Yami's hair and moved onto his body, fingers oddly gentle. Yami purred. He knew Mahaado was soft - everyone said so, but what most of the idiots at Court didn't know was that Mahaado was like a cat. Soft at first, but when you got him angry, the claws and teeth came out. And they could do a lot of damage…

He bit back a moan as Mahaado's hands wandered somewhere they should probably not be going. “M-Mahaado…”

“Does this please my Pharaoh?”

Yami gave a soft growl and pulled Mahaado into a kiss. “Yes.” He hissed breathlessly. “But I don't want you to stop.”

“As you wish, my Pharaoh.”

 

It sounded different whenever Mahaado called him by title. Normally, he hated hearing it, but this was different.

He liked it.

They finally exited the bathing chambers, dressed in clean linen robes. Several servants came running with Yami's adornments and such, and Yami sighed as he smoothed back his hair and slipped the crown on his forehead. He felt tired.

There had been too much excitement last night.

A shrill cry came from above as a hawk dove downwards, a slip of paper in its claws. Yami held out a braceleted arm and watched as the bird landed carefully.

“Well?”

 

“Our spies at the border report that the army is moving.”

“Odd…” Mahaado commented. “I thought we killed all the delegates. How did the news travel so fast?”

“It seems…” Yami whispered and Mahaado's eyes widened, before they went pure green. Yami nodded and watched as the Wall Shadows slithered out around them. Mahaado held out his hands as black flames began to dance along his fingertips. The monsters drew closer until the first one brushed against his hands. At that instant, it turned into violet smoke. The rest followed.

Yami caught Mahaado as he fell forwards onto his knees. “Shh…”

“It was…” Mahaado coughed as he recited the list of names, scenes and memories not his own flashing through his mind in vivid color. Yami listened with growing dread at the last one.

High Priest Donkor of the Sennen Rod… he had dared betray them to the enemy… he had sent shadow messengers in the night to strike a deal with the foreign king, and that was how they knew. Even now, the army was massing…!

So. It had come down to this.

He felt righteous anger welling in his heart, as Kuriboh appeared by his side, worried. “Kuri?” The furry monster jumped onto his head.

This would not end so easily.

Yami's eyes were as cold as frozen ruby. “Kill him.”

 

End Chapter

Completed 4/8/06