Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Cries of an Ancient Heart ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Hey guys, I'm back again with chapter five. Unfortunately, I'm not going to be true to my word. There is no death in this chapter. It's just SETO/YAMI fluff ALL THE WAY! For all of you who love this pairing check out the picture that goes with this chapter. You can find it in the fanart section. It's called, well if I tell you the name now, it'll ruin the chapter so find the name in my notes at the end. It's kind of big, so it might take a little while to load, but I'd like to think that it's worth the wait. Sorry, but I haven't completely figured out my scanner yet u_u'. If you like it, please review it.

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"words" - speech

'words' - thought

Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, shape or form own Yu-gi-oh or any of the characters mentioned hereafter, except for, Siamun, Netikerty, Pamiu, Seti, Nachash and Kiya. All of the other characters (though not their names) came from Yu-gi-oh or Forbidden Memories the video game.

Warning: Shonen-ai Seto/Yami (No Yaoi a.k.a. no lemons).

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Chapter5

Once again in the deep corners of the palace another meeting occurred; one not unlike the one a mere five years ago.

"Now that you've finally gathered all of the information that I need, we can begin the final phase of process."

"Oh and what pray-tell is that, Heishin?" asked the albino thief, leaning arms folded against the dank, stone wall of the small dimly-lit room.

"We must gather together all of the Thousand Year Items, and with the spells from these scrolls you found I-we will have unlimited power!" said the vizier. "No one will be able to stop us and you will finally have your revenge on the pharaoh."

"And just how do you plan on getting all seven items together?" Baruch questioned. "If I'm not mistaken, two of them belong to the pharaoh and the High Priest and I somehow doubt that they'll just hand them over to you."

"Just leave that to up to me boy," replied Heishin, exiting the room through the small wooden door. "Soon you will have what you've waited for." He closed the door behind him.

"Decrepit, old fool!" stated the thief to himself. "Revenge? Ha! Screw revenge! Power is what I want. And if that feeble-minded twit thinks that he'll use me for his own devices and then throw me away when he's done, he has another thing coming. For when the time comes, I will be the one in control."

"So you've found nothing?"

"No master, nothing," came the reply.

"And still no trace of the Ring that was stolen from Heishin?"

"No actual sightings of the item itself, but from the findings at the scenes of recent thefts at temples and tombs across the land, I am certain that it's still in use."

"Hmm… Well I thank you for your help," said the fifteen year old pharaoh, who was sprawled on one of the many cushions of the intricately designed couch in his large chamber, languidly drinking a glass of wine. "I'm very grateful for it. I know that sealing the Shadow Realm means locking you away from this world as well, and yet you still help me search for answers."

"There is no need to thank me Master," responded the purple haired mage, kneeling in front of the king. "It is my duty is to protect you and you will never be safe while humans still play the Games of Darkness."

"Please, there is no need for you to call me 'Master.' You've know me since I was barely above your knee."

"Yes it's true and in that aspect not much has changed," said the magician, smirking ever so slightly. Amun glared at him a bit, but other than that let the obvious comment about his 'lack of height' slide. The older man chuckled. "If, it pleases Sire you I would like to return home for some rest," he said. "It has been a long day."

"Of course," said Amun, not really paying attention as his mind had drifted off somewhere. "I wonder what Seth is doing right now," he mused out loud. Taking note, the Black Magician allowed himself another small chortle.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Amun arching an eyebrow at the other's strange behaviour.

"It's nothing Master… I should be going though."

"Alright… oh and say hello to your new apprentice for me."

"Of course. I do believe that she will be a useful and loyal ally when she is finished her training. She'll become a very powerful mage; perhaps even more powerful than myself."

"Really? I should like to meet her soon then," replied the king taking a sip of the refreshing liquid in his goblet.

"Indeed. I shall leave you to search for your lover then."

The magician probably would have been laughing outright at the expression that came over his master's face, had it not been for the fact that he was preoccupied with wiping away the fermented, fruit juice currently running down his face. Seeing that his master was still getting over his shock, he took it as a good time to make a swift exit and disappeared.

Having finally recovered from his slight coughing fit Amun took a look around and realized that his magician had departed. Slumping back into his chair, he pondered over the magician's words. 'Lover? That's preposterous… Though, I don't think I would mind if I were,' he thought wide grin. 'How do I really feel about Seth?' he wondered. 'There's no doubt that we've gotten closer over the years since we first met.' His smiled broadened at the memory, lazily resting his head in the palm of his idle hand, its elbow supported by the chair's armrest. 'But recently I've felt so different around him. Happier, I suppose, but also something… more.' He exhaled heavily, not knowing what to make of these new feelings. Was it truly 'love' as the magician had not so subtly put it? He really couldn't tell. All he knew was that whenever the older, chestnut-haired boy wasn't around, he felt himself longing to be with him. Like right now. He grumbled, finally getting frustrated with his thoughts. "This is ridiculous," he decided vocally. 'Besides, even if it was "love" Seth would never feel the same way… would he?' He made up his mind. This couldn't go on. He had to talk to Seth about this, so that was exactly what he set out to do.

Knowing that Seth was most likely busy working at the temple that was where Amun went. Not really wanting to see or talk to anyone else, he had hidden himself with a common sand-coloured robe and snuck in through one of the side entrances. Stealthily, he crept through the halls and passageways of the temple, hiding behind the large statues and pillars and constantly keeping his eyes out for the youthful High Priest. He was rather good at it as he and the other teen had spent many of their childhood days pretending to be emissaries and sneaking around those very corridors in much the same manner. After a good fifteen to twenty minutes of searching, he finally found the person he was looking for. He was about to go and speak with him as intended, but remained in hiding when he noticed that the other was not alone.

In front of him stood a lady, who seemed to be a few years older than the priest himself. She was dressed in similar purple robes, though hers were of a lighter, lilac colour, which made her position obvious. She had dark eyes, smooth, dark skin and a hair colour that couldn't really be determined as it was all stuffed up underneath a headdress that was not quite as elaborate as Seth's gold and violet one.

Not really being able to hear the conversation from his position, Amun settled for reading their body language. Suddenly the priestess' features erupted with a bubbly laughter, at a comment Seth had apparently made. Amun felt his blood boil and for some reason found himself desperately wanting to inflict some sort of physical pain upon her right then, but deciding against it he settled for silently glaring at her. His mind refocusing on the scene before him, he noticed something that he hadn't before. Seth was laughing… with her. He couldn't help but stare disbelievingly at the sight. Seth was always a serious character and he hardly ever openly laughed, even with him. Now here he was doing it with this… this… that! If he hadn't been so angry he would have been basking in the melodious sound, but his mind wasn't on that at the moment. Then out of the blue, the young woman wrapped her arms around the tall boy's neck and kissed him affectionately on the cheek. That didn't really get to him though. I was the fact that the other actually returned the embrace.

The monarch's scowl quickly melted to a disheartened frown. 'Seth…' He turned away, leaning his weight against the stone column and squeezed his eyelids closed. 'Well I guess I have my answer, don't I? He couldn't possibly ever return my feelings.' He sighed sullenly and opened his eyes. 'This is probably for the best anyway. At least this way I don't have to worry myself about ever losing you. I mean, I can't lose something that I never really had, can I?' Smiling sadly at this realization he turned and left.

Seth snapped his head around quickly catching something from the corner of his eye. 'Was that-' he was jolted from his thought when two feminine fingers snapped together in front of his face.

"Hello, Seth. Is anyone home?"

"Huh… What… I'm sorry I wasn't listening," he said facing her again.

"Really Seth, you have a smaller attention span than some of the children I teach[1]. What were you looking at anyway?"

"I thought I saw Amun over there," he replied motioning with his thumb to the location where Amun had been hiding before.

She looked at him questioningly, with a tilted smile. Recognizing his error Seth quickly tried to recover.

"I mean His Majesty." If anything the priestess' grin only grew.

"You like him don't you?"

"Tch! Please, I haven't got the slightest idea as to what you're talking about."

"Don't deny it. You'd be lying to yourself if you did. It's written all over your face. And besides, you can barely go for more than ten minutes without talking to me about him with that ridiculous grin you never realize you have on your face." Seth, for once, didn't know what to say. "It's alright. I won't tell anyone."

"Thanks," was all he could manage.

"No need. After all, you've done for me, I owe you. You always listen to me babble on and on about my love life for hours on end."

"I don't mind Kiya[2]. You're probably the only person that I work with who I can stand being around for prolonged periods of time anyway," he said crossing his arms, "I think that I'd have gone mad by now if all I had around were those old geezers who call themselves priests." Kiya laughed, but then got back to the subject at hand.

"You should tell him you know."

"I couldn't. Besides it could never work out. I'm High Priest and he's the Pharaoh. We'd never be able to have a decent relationship."

"Humph, I don't believe that for a second," said the priestess.

"What do you mean by that?" asked Seth.

"What I mean, is that I know you. You're as stubborn as a mule, and if you want something you won't let anything stand in your way of getting it. I think that you're just afraid to tell him, because he might reject you. But Seth," she continued softly, taking one of his hands in both of hers, "You don't know that for sure, and you'll never know if he feels the same unless you take the first step. Trust me." Seth didn't have a response. He simply thought to himself.

'Could he?'

Unnoticed by all, a familiar white haired figure was observing the whole ordeal from the safety of the shadows.

Having left late in the afternoon it was near dusk when Amun made it back to the palace. He did it rather swiftly and snuck into his room once again avoiding everyone. He flopped down backwards onto his oversized bed, revelling in the soft comfort of the white and navy silk sheets. His mind did not stay in that state for very long though. It quickly strayed back to prior events. Covering his face with one of the many pillows, he growled loudly. 'Why is this bothering me so much? I should be happy for Seth.' He sighed loudly and allowed himself to drift into a night of uneasy rest.

Heishin, tired after a day of scheming decided to retire early that night as well. Imagine his surprise to find none other than Baruch waiting for him seated comfortably on his bed; one leg over the other and arms supporting him from behind. The aforementioned tomb raider didn't bother to hide his smirk at Heishin's reaction.

"Glad to see you too," he said.

"Just what do you think you're doing here?" spat Heishin making sure that his door was shut tight. It wasn't safe for them to confer in a place like this, and Baruch knew it. Heishin's face contorted in anger. The boy had been getting harder and harder to control over the years. This was just another example of his stubbornness.

"Well if that's the greeting that I'm going to get then I suppose I should leave and that you wouldn't be interested in the information I have about our two favourite Item holders."

"I've told you not to come- Information?" Heishin cut himself off. "What information? And I'm warning you, just get strait to the point I'm in no mood," he added noticing the sadistically playful look coming over Baruch's face.

"Alright. Alright. I'll make this quick," he started. "Well, it seems to be that the pharaoh and the priest have quite the little drama brewing between them, if you follow me." He jiggled his eyebrows suggestively. It took a moment, but Heishin's eyes did widen in comprehension.

"Well this is an interesting twist. Perhaps I can use this to my advantage," he deliberated, caressing his chin.

"I thought so."

'Yes very useful indeed.' "I trust you don't need directions to find your way out," said Heishin crossing the room heading towards a bowl of fruits situated on a small, round table in the middle. Not getting a response he spun around to face the other man. He was gone.

It was a long night and needless to say Amun did not get much sleep. On the up side he had managed to make himself feel a bit better, by convincing his mind that it would be better in the long run for him and Seth to remain apart. However, on the down side, his heart was having trouble accepting that as fact. His constantly conflicting emotions and lack of much needed sleep was did not leave him in a pleasant mood the next day.

Seth was in only slightly better condition. He had definitely already sorted out his feelings for Amun; he just hadn't sorted out Amun's feelings for him. He's spent his night wondering whether or not to confess, and he was still no closer than he had been for the last two years. Yes, he had figured it out a long time ago, after trying, unsuccessfully, for some time, to deny it. He'd been with a few people, and had his share of parents offer their daughters' hands in marriage. Many of them were very attractive, he admitted, but he could never find it within himself to accept. He knew why. It was because of him. 'That beautiful, ruby-eyed, sexy- Ugh! Stop that!' he berated himself, as he sat on beside the young pharaoh at their morning council meeting. 'Gods, even my brain is against me.' It took all of the self control he had to maintain a normal demeanour while in such close proximity of his secret love.

It was sometime after midday and Amun had just finished residing over a very long and tedious set of trials. He had a pounding headache and all he wanted to do was catch a quick nap before, having to tend with the rest of the days workload.

Seth was worried. He really wanted to speak with his small companion. He'd seemed irritated at something all day and was snapping at just about everyone. After searching for a while he finally caught up with the pharaoh as he headed back to his chamber. "Amun," he said once he was close enough, "I want to speak with you."

"Not now," replied the king as he continued to walk, not even bothering to look at the boy who had called him.

"Amun what is wrong with you today?" pressed Seth.

"Nothing." He wasn't in the mood to talk.

"Don't give me that bull. What is it?"

"I said it's nothing, so leave me be." He hastened his step. So did the other.

"Would you cut this out? I hate it when you act like such a… such a… spoiled brat!" Amun stop straight in his tracks and spun sharply around looking Seth dead in the eye.

"Well if I'm such a brat why don't you just go… bother your woman instead?" That said he stormed into his room, making certain to slam the door behind him.

'My… woman?' thought Seth, who was now thoroughly confused. Now, needing answers more than ever before, he carefully entered the massive bedroom closing the door softly behind him. The guards didn't bother to stop him knowing that the closeness he and the pharaoh shared usually allowed him in without question.

Looking through the large, elaborate room and finally spotted his quarry on the balcony with his back to him. Barely stopping to deposit his large headdress on the bed, he made his way over.

"'Mun?" he asked cautiously at first. Startled Amun jumped a little, but said nothing.

'Stupid guards,' he thought. Seth folded his arms and leaned on his shoulder against the balcony entrance. He smiled arrogantly as something dawned on him.

"So it was you I saw at the temple yesterday, wasn't it?"

'Shit!' "Maybe."

"So what were you doing there?"

"None of your business," spat the king as he stomped back into his room.

"Amun."

"Get out of my room!" he shouted still walking away. Seth, coming from behind him, grabbed his arm and pulled him back towards him, spinning him in the process so that they were now face to face.

"Let go of me." Seth just ignored him. He kept his hold on Amun's arm and placed the other hand firmly on his shoulder to keep his from escaping.

"'Mun she isn't my 'woman', as you put it. We're just friends. We were only talking ab-"

"Humph! It didn't look like you were just 'talking' to me," he interjected.

"Why does it bother you so much?" Amun looked away.

"It doesn't," he lied.

"Amun, look at me." He didn't "'Mun." Still nothing. Seth decided to take matters into his own hands. Sliding the hand on the other's shoulder to his chin, he gently tilted his head up so that his sapphires met rubies. Neither could say a word. They both searched each others' faces for some small clue as to what the other was feeling. Unconsciously, the two the two slowly closed the gap between them, until their lips brushed together. It was only a short contact, but they both felt as if lightning had just passed through their bodies and pulled away. Staring at each other again they silently and simultaneously acknowledged the need for more. They closed their eyes and once again joined their lips in a passionate kiss.

Though very much enjoying the feeling of the other's supple lips, Seth desperately wanted to taste more. He ran his tongue along the soft flesh, begging for entry which was more than willingly granted. He wrapped his arms around the smaller's waist pulling him closer. Amun was too busy losing his fingers in Seth's silky brown hair to even care. Finally, when it seemed as if they were going to burst into flames from the delicious heat, they broke apart, both panting heavily.

Still not fully satisfied, Seth slowly traced hot kisses along the other's jaw-line stopping to nibble on his earlobe. Amun could only moan at the wonderful new sensations coursing through him.

"Amum," Seth whispered softly, "I have to tell you something… I… I love you… I'm in love with you."

To Be Continued…

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Authoress' Notes:

Yes I am evil I know. But I like to think of this as revenge for all of the other cliff-hangers I've been forced to endure. So until next time, t.t.f.n.

[1] Schools were run by the priests.

[2] "Kiya" means "Jovial Lady."

Oh yes, and before I forget, the name of the picture is 'First Kiss' and I think that gives a pretty good idea of what it's about. *wink* *wink*