Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Horse ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )
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By: JoeysGal 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.01.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 301 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.01.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 301 | Status: Completed
"Dark Horse"
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Hentai, drama, romance.
Anime: Yuugiou (or Yu-Gi-Oh!)
Written and edited by: Phantom_Panther
With the help of...: Various books and websites on the Ancient Egyptian world.
Warnings: Shoujo-ai and yuri follows. Yaoi and het in later chapters.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Hentai, drama, romance.
Anime: Yuugiou (or Yu-Gi-Oh!)
Written and edited by: Phantom_Panther
With the help of...: Various books and websites on the Ancient Egyptian world.
Warnings: Shoujo-ai and yuri follows. Yaoi and het in later chapters.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yuugiou and anything you read about in this fiction is purely for fanfiction purposes.
JoeysGal: Well, here I am again, with chapter four! For the people out there who don't review, but read the fic anyways, I just wanna thank you ^^ every hit counts, and I want this fic to be a success. There aren't many stories out there with this coupling and from what I can gather people are starting to like it ^_^
RyousGirl567: Hey hey!! Thank you soo much for your review, it's really inspired me to continue! To be frank, this is probably one of my better works. It's my first attempt at shoujo-ai but it seems to be working thus far! Hope you enjoy this next installment ^^
Chapter Four
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Isis stood watching - in the room which she had her daily lessons with Kisara - in dismay. The steady rain was not going to let up for a few days yet, which had ruined her plans to take Kisara on a day trip to the Nile on either camelback, horseback or by chariot. The riverbanks would be flooding and there would be no access to the river itself whatsoever. Isis sighed inwardly - what was she going to do now? She had planned on going somewhere outside of the palace at least for a little while, just so she could talk to Kisara and perhaps continue from where they left off last night.
Kisara was watching Isis standing like a statue, who was surveying the off-putting weather outside. She wondered what Isis had had in mind for today, and vaguely remembered her talking about going outside the palace walls for the day. She guessed that now with this strange weather, that wouldn't be happening any time soon. Ideas whirred in her head of what they could do, but they weren't on any level whatsoever to do with her education in the Egyptian language or way of life. Her mind was on other things…Oh, how she yearned to touch Isis. She knew it would be impossible, though, to do it during the light hours. At night it wasn't quite so risky.
“Isis, Kisara,”
Both girls were startled from their train of private thoughts as Atemu walked in with Seth at his side. They quickly turned their attention and bowed their heads to the respected young men standing before them, preparing to listen to what they wanted to say.
“Is everything alright, your grace?” Isis asked, addressing the Pharaoh.
“In a sense,” Seth replied before Atemu could speak. “But we wanted to let you know that Atemu and I are going to be in the mercenaries' headquarters for the most part of the day. The floods have come heavily this year and the city is in chaos over their crops. The rain is causing our people's homes to erode and collapse, and their crops are getting waterlogged and will soon die if they do not get harvested soon.”
Atemu smiled. “We are sending our army out to help the people temporarily maintain their homes and land until this weather passes, and when it starts to dry up, they will help them rebuild their homes and replant their crops for the coming season.”
Isis nodded. “That is very generous of you, your highness.”
“We may not be back until after dark, so I ask of you to please eat with Kisara without us tonight, if it comes to that.” Seth said. “Atemu and I have a lot of work to sort out today, so I will leave you with her until I return.”
An almost evil thought immediately sprung to mind as Isis nonchalantly nodded. The answer to her irritating question of what to use the day with had been finalized, and she had to restrain herself from glancing at Kisara with a wicked smile. She needed to know a few things first, though, before she jumped to conclusions and got herself caught out. She cleared her throat and decided to ask what needed to be asked.
“Who will be going with you?”
“The rest of the council; namely, the other priests. I'm sorry Isis, it is a man's job, and Kisara needs someone to look after her while Seth is away.” Atemu replied.
Isis felt a twang of jealousy that she didn't get to have a say in the matter of helping the townsfolk, but she'd much rather stay behind and be with Kisara alone than go out in this wretched weather with the other priests. “I understand,” she replied. “I'll make sure no harm comes to Kisara, Seth. In fact, since this weather is so lousy, I was thinking of teaching her how to cook or weave, since it is a day to stay indoors.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” Seth said, grinning. “But now, we must go. See you tonight, Kisara.”
Kisara nodded absently, not exactly listening to - much less understanding - the conversation. Once the royal men had left, she turned to her tutor - and lover - with a curious and questioning gaze. The air between them was filled with an unusual tense nervousness, but it soon diminished after Isis sat down and exchanged a blameless smile with the pale-haired woman. Processing her thoughts, Isis soon came to a conclusion with a few ideas in store for the day.
“The palace will mostly be empty today,” Isis said. “Pharaoh and the priests are gone; only Mana, the guards and the servants will be here. Because of Seth's absence, we don't have to have a lesson today. What would you like to do?”
Kisara struggled to understand Isis for a moment. “What do I want to do?” she repeated the question. In seeing Isis nod, she said, “I want to be with you.” The reply came almost automatically.
Isis knew there was more implication to that statement than Kisara had mentioned. “Yes…Let us go to my quarters. I would like to show you something.”
Once again, the two women were in Isis' room, but this time the atmosphere was different. There was nobody around to catch them, to scrutinize them, to suspect them. Isis opened a small wooden cabinet in the corner of her room and sat down on her bed, beckoning Kisara to join her. She opened the book of papyrus paper marked with hieroglyphs in black henna, and sighed apathetically. Memories of her childhood came back to her mind in turning the first page.
“This book was my mother's. She read it to me, page by page, night after night, teaching me endlessly about the names of the Gods and Goddesses, their significance, and their stories.” Isis said, running her finger along the dried ink. “Would you like me to teach you about them?”
Kisara nodded. “Yes. Seth speaks of these `Gods' that you wor… worsh…”
“Worship,” Isis filled in.
“Worship. But I do not know of them. Please, tell me who they are.”
“Alright, then.” Isis said, clearing her throat. She pointed to the first set of hieroglyphs. “Nun was the god that created life. From his body, he created all. Atum - the sun god -then created many other gods including Shu, the god of air and Tefnut, the goddess of water. Both Shu and Tefnut created Geb and Nut. Geb and Nut created Osiris, Isis, Seth and Nephthys.”
“So…you and Seth are named after gods?” Kisara questioned. “That must bring much luck to you.”
Isis smiled halfheartedly. “I have not had a lot of luck in my life, Kisara. Neither has Seth…Until now, I have had nothing. Kisara, we can change each other's lives if we really want to!”
“Yes.” Kisara agreed, putting her palm to the side of Isis's face. “We have not much time left until the matrimony…and I don't know if I can take much more.” Kisara's voice cracked as she laid her head on Isis's shoulder. “I can't… I really can't…”
Isis understood how Kisara was feeling. Though she was young, she remembered how her mother and father's relationship was before Malik was born. Her father was outraged that their first true-born child was a daughter. Rishid did not count as a child to him, as he was not true blood. But Isis's mother loved Rishid. She loved him like her own son, she loved Isis like any mother would love a daughter, but she did not get the chance to love Malik the way a mother would love a son. The blonde-bearded man, father of both Isis and Malik, had left once he found out that his wife had fallen pregnant once again. He had said that he could not bear to raise another daughter, and even if she did bear a son, he would not be worthy, as he was not first-born. The day Malik was old enough to understand, he had never been the same.
“It's alright, Kisara, it's alright…” Isis cooed in a hushed whisper. “Once the wet season has finished and spring has come, we will leave. We will leave before the matrimony, and nobody will ever find us.”
Kisara looked up at the priestess with sparkling, tear-drenched eyes. “Do you mean that? You won't be taken away from me like Yolanda was, will you?”
“I mean every word, Kisara.”
“You can't leave me here to rot, Isis! You can't! I won't live a life of bitterness with Seth! I won't!” Kisara wailed, wheezing and choking.
Isis frowned in bemusement; why was Kisara so paranoid over the issue? Did she not have faith in Isis? Did she not trust her? She looked down at the hysterical young woman and sighed deeply, gently tilting her head up so they were eye-to-eye. “I am as desperate as you are to escape these walls, Kisara, but you must understand. We can't just up and leave. We need a plan…and there is no better time to discuss it than now, while the others are out.”
“How do we leave, then?” Kisara questioned in an almost demanding tone.
“I have been thinking this over for several days now,” Isis said. “Our options are limited, but there is one in particular that I feel may be successful.”
“What is it?”
“We tell Pharaoh and Seth that we are going on a trip to the Nile for the day, so I can show you the wildlife and teach you about it… but really, we run - as far and as fast as we can - and never return.”
Kisara's blue eyes glinted with excitement, wanting to believe the plan. In the paranoid side of her mind, though, she knew that it could easily backfire. “Where we go after…?”
Isis frowned, not having given it much thought. “As far away as we can, I suppose. We can go north to Al-Iksandriyah, or head south to Aswan or Luxor. We may even need to leave Egypt entirely… perhaps go as far south as Nubia.”
“They will try to find us…” Kisara said quietly. “We can't let them find us! They will kill us for leaving!”
Isis nodded solemnly, knowing how grave the consequences would be. “It's a risk I'm willing to take, Kisara. With the tauk, though, we are always one step ahead of the present. You must remember that. As long as I have the tauk, we are safe.”
“How will we travel? If we walk, it won't be… enough.” Kisara pointed out, in the basic language that she knew.
“We will go by horseback or camelback. They go a lot faster than we can, and the risk of being suspected will be lower than if we take a chariot. That would make it obvious that we are runaways from the palace.”
Kisara's heart was thumping with excitement, barely able to hold in her swelling anticipation. “I can not wait!” She cried. A deafening clap of thunder quickly silenced her, proving its point. She cringed a little and rubbed her gooseflesh-clad arms.
“We will have to take our possessions with us,” Isis continued. “I will have to sell or trade some of my jewellery for necessities such as food, and not only for us, but the horses or camels too. Depending on where we decide to head, we may need shelter, too.”
“How will we convince Seth and Atemu? We will look like we really are running away…forever…” Kisara said.
“Like I said,” Isis replied, with a touch of dignity. “There is no way they can deny us. We have the perfect excuse to leave. Nobody will suspect us.”
Chapter Four
**~***~**
Isis stood watching - in the room which she had her daily lessons with Kisara - in dismay. The steady rain was not going to let up for a few days yet, which had ruined her plans to take Kisara on a day trip to the Nile on either camelback, horseback or by chariot. The riverbanks would be flooding and there would be no access to the river itself whatsoever. Isis sighed inwardly - what was she going to do now? She had planned on going somewhere outside of the palace at least for a little while, just so she could talk to Kisara and perhaps continue from where they left off last night.
Kisara was watching Isis standing like a statue, who was surveying the off-putting weather outside. She wondered what Isis had had in mind for today, and vaguely remembered her talking about going outside the palace walls for the day. She guessed that now with this strange weather, that wouldn't be happening any time soon. Ideas whirred in her head of what they could do, but they weren't on any level whatsoever to do with her education in the Egyptian language or way of life. Her mind was on other things…Oh, how she yearned to touch Isis. She knew it would be impossible, though, to do it during the light hours. At night it wasn't quite so risky.
“Isis, Kisara,”
Both girls were startled from their train of private thoughts as Atemu walked in with Seth at his side. They quickly turned their attention and bowed their heads to the respected young men standing before them, preparing to listen to what they wanted to say.
“Is everything alright, your grace?” Isis asked, addressing the Pharaoh.
“In a sense,” Seth replied before Atemu could speak. “But we wanted to let you know that Atemu and I are going to be in the mercenaries' headquarters for the most part of the day. The floods have come heavily this year and the city is in chaos over their crops. The rain is causing our people's homes to erode and collapse, and their crops are getting waterlogged and will soon die if they do not get harvested soon.”
Atemu smiled. “We are sending our army out to help the people temporarily maintain their homes and land until this weather passes, and when it starts to dry up, they will help them rebuild their homes and replant their crops for the coming season.”
Isis nodded. “That is very generous of you, your highness.”
“We may not be back until after dark, so I ask of you to please eat with Kisara without us tonight, if it comes to that.” Seth said. “Atemu and I have a lot of work to sort out today, so I will leave you with her until I return.”
An almost evil thought immediately sprung to mind as Isis nonchalantly nodded. The answer to her irritating question of what to use the day with had been finalized, and she had to restrain herself from glancing at Kisara with a wicked smile. She needed to know a few things first, though, before she jumped to conclusions and got herself caught out. She cleared her throat and decided to ask what needed to be asked.
“Who will be going with you?”
“The rest of the council; namely, the other priests. I'm sorry Isis, it is a man's job, and Kisara needs someone to look after her while Seth is away.” Atemu replied.
Isis felt a twang of jealousy that she didn't get to have a say in the matter of helping the townsfolk, but she'd much rather stay behind and be with Kisara alone than go out in this wretched weather with the other priests. “I understand,” she replied. “I'll make sure no harm comes to Kisara, Seth. In fact, since this weather is so lousy, I was thinking of teaching her how to cook or weave, since it is a day to stay indoors.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” Seth said, grinning. “But now, we must go. See you tonight, Kisara.”
Kisara nodded absently, not exactly listening to - much less understanding - the conversation. Once the royal men had left, she turned to her tutor - and lover - with a curious and questioning gaze. The air between them was filled with an unusual tense nervousness, but it soon diminished after Isis sat down and exchanged a blameless smile with the pale-haired woman. Processing her thoughts, Isis soon came to a conclusion with a few ideas in store for the day.
“The palace will mostly be empty today,” Isis said. “Pharaoh and the priests are gone; only Mana, the guards and the servants will be here. Because of Seth's absence, we don't have to have a lesson today. What would you like to do?”
Kisara struggled to understand Isis for a moment. “What do I want to do?” she repeated the question. In seeing Isis nod, she said, “I want to be with you.” The reply came almost automatically.
Isis knew there was more implication to that statement than Kisara had mentioned. “Yes…Let us go to my quarters. I would like to show you something.”
Once again, the two women were in Isis' room, but this time the atmosphere was different. There was nobody around to catch them, to scrutinize them, to suspect them. Isis opened a small wooden cabinet in the corner of her room and sat down on her bed, beckoning Kisara to join her. She opened the book of papyrus paper marked with hieroglyphs in black henna, and sighed apathetically. Memories of her childhood came back to her mind in turning the first page.
“This book was my mother's. She read it to me, page by page, night after night, teaching me endlessly about the names of the Gods and Goddesses, their significance, and their stories.” Isis said, running her finger along the dried ink. “Would you like me to teach you about them?”
Kisara nodded. “Yes. Seth speaks of these `Gods' that you wor… worsh…”
“Worship,” Isis filled in.
“Worship. But I do not know of them. Please, tell me who they are.”
“Alright, then.” Isis said, clearing her throat. She pointed to the first set of hieroglyphs. “Nun was the god that created life. From his body, he created all. Atum - the sun god -then created many other gods including Shu, the god of air and Tefnut, the goddess of water. Both Shu and Tefnut created Geb and Nut. Geb and Nut created Osiris, Isis, Seth and Nephthys.”
“So…you and Seth are named after gods?” Kisara questioned. “That must bring much luck to you.”
Isis smiled halfheartedly. “I have not had a lot of luck in my life, Kisara. Neither has Seth…Until now, I have had nothing. Kisara, we can change each other's lives if we really want to!”
“Yes.” Kisara agreed, putting her palm to the side of Isis's face. “We have not much time left until the matrimony…and I don't know if I can take much more.” Kisara's voice cracked as she laid her head on Isis's shoulder. “I can't… I really can't…”
Isis understood how Kisara was feeling. Though she was young, she remembered how her mother and father's relationship was before Malik was born. Her father was outraged that their first true-born child was a daughter. Rishid did not count as a child to him, as he was not true blood. But Isis's mother loved Rishid. She loved him like her own son, she loved Isis like any mother would love a daughter, but she did not get the chance to love Malik the way a mother would love a son. The blonde-bearded man, father of both Isis and Malik, had left once he found out that his wife had fallen pregnant once again. He had said that he could not bear to raise another daughter, and even if she did bear a son, he would not be worthy, as he was not first-born. The day Malik was old enough to understand, he had never been the same.
“It's alright, Kisara, it's alright…” Isis cooed in a hushed whisper. “Once the wet season has finished and spring has come, we will leave. We will leave before the matrimony, and nobody will ever find us.”
Kisara looked up at the priestess with sparkling, tear-drenched eyes. “Do you mean that? You won't be taken away from me like Yolanda was, will you?”
“I mean every word, Kisara.”
“You can't leave me here to rot, Isis! You can't! I won't live a life of bitterness with Seth! I won't!” Kisara wailed, wheezing and choking.
Isis frowned in bemusement; why was Kisara so paranoid over the issue? Did she not have faith in Isis? Did she not trust her? She looked down at the hysterical young woman and sighed deeply, gently tilting her head up so they were eye-to-eye. “I am as desperate as you are to escape these walls, Kisara, but you must understand. We can't just up and leave. We need a plan…and there is no better time to discuss it than now, while the others are out.”
“How do we leave, then?” Kisara questioned in an almost demanding tone.
“I have been thinking this over for several days now,” Isis said. “Our options are limited, but there is one in particular that I feel may be successful.”
“What is it?”
“We tell Pharaoh and Seth that we are going on a trip to the Nile for the day, so I can show you the wildlife and teach you about it… but really, we run - as far and as fast as we can - and never return.”
Kisara's blue eyes glinted with excitement, wanting to believe the plan. In the paranoid side of her mind, though, she knew that it could easily backfire. “Where we go after…?”
Isis frowned, not having given it much thought. “As far away as we can, I suppose. We can go north to Al-Iksandriyah, or head south to Aswan or Luxor. We may even need to leave Egypt entirely… perhaps go as far south as Nubia.”
“They will try to find us…” Kisara said quietly. “We can't let them find us! They will kill us for leaving!”
Isis nodded solemnly, knowing how grave the consequences would be. “It's a risk I'm willing to take, Kisara. With the tauk, though, we are always one step ahead of the present. You must remember that. As long as I have the tauk, we are safe.”
“How will we travel? If we walk, it won't be… enough.” Kisara pointed out, in the basic language that she knew.
“We will go by horseback or camelback. They go a lot faster than we can, and the risk of being suspected will be lower than if we take a chariot. That would make it obvious that we are runaways from the palace.”
Kisara's heart was thumping with excitement, barely able to hold in her swelling anticipation. “I can not wait!” She cried. A deafening clap of thunder quickly silenced her, proving its point. She cringed a little and rubbed her gooseflesh-clad arms.
“We will have to take our possessions with us,” Isis continued. “I will have to sell or trade some of my jewellery for necessities such as food, and not only for us, but the horses or camels too. Depending on where we decide to head, we may need shelter, too.”
“How will we convince Seth and Atemu? We will look like we really are running away…forever…” Kisara said.
“Like I said,” Isis replied, with a touch of dignity. “There is no way they can deny us. We have the perfect excuse to leave. Nobody will suspect us.”
**~***~**
JoeysGal: Stay tuned, folks! There are more chapters in the making! Ja matte ne! ^_^