Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Empty Sands ❯ Chapter 2
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By: Niu Shiy-Ue 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.29.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 829 | Visits: 272 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.29.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 829 | Visits: 272 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Empty Sands 2/?
Author: Niu Shiy-Ue
Disclaimer: Forget it. I'm not putting a disclaimer up for every chapter.
Pairing: SetoxMokuba
OCs: Minor
Archive: MM.org
Warnings: None for this chapter
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Sethos watched as his new assistant dismissed the slaves, having finished transfering the needed items from both Akunadin's and his old quarters. The child was young, but competent. Perhaps Akunadin had been grooming 'him' to take over the position as High Priest of Osiris. Sethos only hoped Moswen hadn't been too contaminated by associating with the treacherous priest.
"Is there anything else you require, my Pharoah?" He did not grovel, but kept his face lowered, causing his black hair to hide his eyes. Sethos was slightly disappointed with that, Moswen's eyes were striking. They had literally taken Sethos's breath away when he had first seen him and continued to make an impact every time he looked into them. An unusual color, a royal purple, almost the same shade as Atemu's. Set off by long, dark lashes, they looked huge in a pale, childish face. That pallor was heightened even further by the dark waterfull of hair that surrounded his face; Sethos wondered if the child had been devoted to the priesthood early by his parents. "Look up." Yes, very much like Atemu's. Perhaps this child was some distant cousin. He might have competition for the throne. "What is your lineage?"
"Aaah . . . my mother was the Hebrew concubine of my father, sire."
"And your father?"
"A priest of Osiris, my Phaoah." Maybe he was just being paranoid. Moswen was too old to be some bastard child of Atemu and Akunumkanon had no other surviving siblings. Perhaps he had inherited his eyes from his mother's family. "Dedicated early to the priesthood?"
"I became an acolyte at age eight, the same as my older brothers, sire."
"A talented family." He had entered at age eight, a year before the usual acceptance age for most apprenticeships. He dimly recalled one other person entering early as well, but whoever it had been had been destined for another God. He couldn't remember who it was or where he had ended up. Absently, he wondered if that boy might have been Moswen's older brother. "Set for the cult of Osiris?"
"Yes, my Pharoah." This was becoming annoying. "Moswen, unless we are in court, you don't have to refer to my title after every sentence. In fact, I order that you cease that."
"Yes, s-" A cold glare. "Do you understand?" Moswen swallowed nervously.
"I understand."
"Good, it would rather tedious and inefficient to be addressed that way constantly." He thought back to the earlier conversation. "How old are you now?"
"Eleven" Moswen had dropped his eyes again, but Sethos let it pass for now. "So young? I'm surprised. No wonder you're so pale, if you've spent the past three years in the shadows." He shook his head. "You're almost old enough to begin specific studies into the cult you enter." The black hair nodded. "When you return to the dormitories tonight, you will tell your instructors that I will be taking over your education from now on."
"Wha-why?" Moswen's head shot up, eyes even wider than before.
"Are you questioning me?"
"N-no." And down again. Sethos absently reminded himself not to be too harsh, obviously his new assistant had very little in the way of self-esteem. "It would not be fitting for the High Priest of Ra to have an assistant belonging to the cult of Osiris. You will be changing allegiance to Ra and I will tutor you to catch up with the other acolytes." He suddenly realized something. "Did Akunadin teach you or were you merely his assistant?"
Moswen looked like he was getting confused from the rapid switches of topic. "Yes, uh, yes he did." Sethos sighed in vexation. "We may have more to go over than I thought." He noticed Moswen reaching up to anxiously fiddle with the end of his plait. "Oh, and I will allow you to keep you hair, in view that it has sentimental value to you."
"Thank you, sire. Is that all then?"
"Remember what I told you earlier?"
"Oh, I am very sorry, m-" Sethos cut off the end of the apology. "You are dismissed!" He watched the child scurry in retreat away from him. A little weak in character, but compliant and competent. He would suit the job perfectly with some training. And Sethos's ego was mildly soothed by the thought of having someone like Moswen at his beck and call.
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AN: Most of the rest of this story will be in Sethos's perspective. Nothing much this chapter.
Author: Niu Shiy-Ue
Disclaimer: Forget it. I'm not putting a disclaimer up for every chapter.
Pairing: SetoxMokuba
OCs: Minor
Archive: MM.org
Warnings: None for this chapter
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Sethos watched as his new assistant dismissed the slaves, having finished transfering the needed items from both Akunadin's and his old quarters. The child was young, but competent. Perhaps Akunadin had been grooming 'him' to take over the position as High Priest of Osiris. Sethos only hoped Moswen hadn't been too contaminated by associating with the treacherous priest.
"Is there anything else you require, my Pharoah?" He did not grovel, but kept his face lowered, causing his black hair to hide his eyes. Sethos was slightly disappointed with that, Moswen's eyes were striking. They had literally taken Sethos's breath away when he had first seen him and continued to make an impact every time he looked into them. An unusual color, a royal purple, almost the same shade as Atemu's. Set off by long, dark lashes, they looked huge in a pale, childish face. That pallor was heightened even further by the dark waterfull of hair that surrounded his face; Sethos wondered if the child had been devoted to the priesthood early by his parents. "Look up." Yes, very much like Atemu's. Perhaps this child was some distant cousin. He might have competition for the throne. "What is your lineage?"
"Aaah . . . my mother was the Hebrew concubine of my father, sire."
"And your father?"
"A priest of Osiris, my Phaoah." Maybe he was just being paranoid. Moswen was too old to be some bastard child of Atemu and Akunumkanon had no other surviving siblings. Perhaps he had inherited his eyes from his mother's family. "Dedicated early to the priesthood?"
"I became an acolyte at age eight, the same as my older brothers, sire."
"A talented family." He had entered at age eight, a year before the usual acceptance age for most apprenticeships. He dimly recalled one other person entering early as well, but whoever it had been had been destined for another God. He couldn't remember who it was or where he had ended up. Absently, he wondered if that boy might have been Moswen's older brother. "Set for the cult of Osiris?"
"Yes, my Pharoah." This was becoming annoying. "Moswen, unless we are in court, you don't have to refer to my title after every sentence. In fact, I order that you cease that."
"Yes, s-" A cold glare. "Do you understand?" Moswen swallowed nervously.
"I understand."
"Good, it would rather tedious and inefficient to be addressed that way constantly." He thought back to the earlier conversation. "How old are you now?"
"Eleven" Moswen had dropped his eyes again, but Sethos let it pass for now. "So young? I'm surprised. No wonder you're so pale, if you've spent the past three years in the shadows." He shook his head. "You're almost old enough to begin specific studies into the cult you enter." The black hair nodded. "When you return to the dormitories tonight, you will tell your instructors that I will be taking over your education from now on."
"Wha-why?" Moswen's head shot up, eyes even wider than before.
"Are you questioning me?"
"N-no." And down again. Sethos absently reminded himself not to be too harsh, obviously his new assistant had very little in the way of self-esteem. "It would not be fitting for the High Priest of Ra to have an assistant belonging to the cult of Osiris. You will be changing allegiance to Ra and I will tutor you to catch up with the other acolytes." He suddenly realized something. "Did Akunadin teach you or were you merely his assistant?"
Moswen looked like he was getting confused from the rapid switches of topic. "Yes, uh, yes he did." Sethos sighed in vexation. "We may have more to go over than I thought." He noticed Moswen reaching up to anxiously fiddle with the end of his plait. "Oh, and I will allow you to keep you hair, in view that it has sentimental value to you."
"Thank you, sire. Is that all then?"
"Remember what I told you earlier?"
"Oh, I am very sorry, m-" Sethos cut off the end of the apology. "You are dismissed!" He watched the child scurry in retreat away from him. A little weak in character, but compliant and competent. He would suit the job perfectly with some training. And Sethos's ego was mildly soothed by the thought of having someone like Moswen at his beck and call.
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AN: Most of the rest of this story will be in Sethos's perspective. Nothing much this chapter.