Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Empty Sands ❯ Chapter 6
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Niu Shiy-Ue 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.22.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 287 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.22.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 287 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Empty Sands 6/?
Author: Niu Shiy-Ue
Rating: R
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A month or so later things had pretty much settled down. Without any more incidents, Sethos's schedule had become downright routine, meeting with his advisors in the morning, holding open court in the afternoon, with his duties as High Priest taking up the rest of his time. In the evenings, he tutored Moswen and then the next day he started the whole thing over again. All in all, his regency was downright tame after the crisises that had marked Atemu's. He actually found himself longing for the some of the excitement from the past.
Because he was so desperate for anything to break up his boredom, he was ripe to notice even the slightest change in his surroundings. Usually, it was some small mistake made by the servants, and often resulted in the offender being banished to the copper mines. This naturally, made his attndants even more nervous than they had already been, which resulted in more mistakes, which led to him scrutinizing them even more and continued the vicious cycle. He may have been a good ruler for Kemet, but not even his advisors wanted to spend any more time with him than they had to. However, this severity meant he immediately saw something slightly different about his aide, when before he wouldn't have even noticed. "Moswen, where did you get that armband?"
"Wha-oh, you mean this?" Moswen had finally stopped stuttering in his presence. "High Priestess Isetnofret gave it to me."
"Let me see it." Moswen handed it up to him. It was a soft gold circle, incised with a racing scene, figures in chariots chasing each other while birds flew overhead. It wasn't up to his standards at all, but it was still good quality work. Certainly not cheap. He gave it back. "Very nice. Why did she give it to you?"
"For my birthday." said Moswen slipping it back on.
"It's your birthday today?" Sethos hadn't known that. So much for his attempts to build some sort of trust between him and Moswen.
"Yes. Why, is it important?"
"No." He felt somewhat irritated at himself, but he didn't know why. A quick glance at the shadows revealed it was somewhat later than he had expected. "You may leave. Inform Shadah, Mana and Masud that they will be present for court this afternoon. And send the new slave in."
"Yes, sire. Um, which new slave do you mean?"
"Whoever you come across first. I have no need to learn thier names." Probably, he reflected absently to himself, because they rarely last long enough to make it worthwhile. Moswen bowed and left.
Sethos closed his eyes and thought. He easily heard the slave enter, apparently this one had not even been trained in the basics of courtesy yet. "Wakhakwi at your service, my Phaorah."
"Go to the market place, buy the best set of earrings you can find and bring them back here before the evening ceremony. Go to Shimon for the money." He heard th other scramble off. "Heh, a fitting name for the idiot."
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It was after the evening meal and Sethos was waiting for Moswen to enter for his studies. In his hand he glared at what Wakhakwi had brought back just a few minutes ago. For his tardiness and incompetency he had joined the growing ranks of people dismissed from the Pharoah's service. Perhaps he should have ordered him to bring him a variety. The pair he had bought were gold, small, delicate things molded in the shapes of hawks with spread wings. Or maybe he should have had it custom made.
He glanced up when Moswen entered the room. "Come here." he ordered. Moswen obeyed, purple eyes somewhat bewildered. "These are for you." and tossed them to him.
"Ah, what are they?"
"I should think that would be obvious."
"I mean, why?"
"For your birthday, of course."
"Th-thank you. Um . . . " He looked more than a little lost.
"Go on, wear them."
"I-I can't."
"Why not?" Sethos frowned. Moswen should have been honored to receive a gift from his Pharoah.
"I don't . . . " he made a gesture towards his head. Sethos leaned towards him and brushed back his soft hair. "I see. Get me the cedar and lapis box from the shelf and a tallow candle." The smaller boy obeyed. Sethos opened the box and lit the candle. He didn't think this would take too long so the table would be in no danger. "Now leans towards me a little." He frowned. "Could you pull back your hair a little?" He took out a small needle from the box and the younger boy shivered. "Don't move." After heating the needle in the flame he stabbed the other's ear. "Now the other side." When it was over, he threaded a thin strip of linen in each hole. "This should take about a week to heal."
"Yes, my Pharoah." With that, they started thier usual lessons.
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Sethos found himself unexpectedly happy when he saw his servant wearing his gift a week later.
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AN: I have no idea if the Ancient Egyptians celebrated birthdays. Probably not.
& nbsp; Wakhakwi: Little fool
Niu Shiy-Ue
SNIPPET
Seto: Mokuba, what's wrong? You've been very quiet all day.
Mokuba: It's nothing.
S: Don't lie to me.
M: You're going to think it's stupid.
S: Mokuba, I promise, I will never think you're stupid. Now what is it?
M: Well there's this girl in school and I kinda like her . . .
S: You have a CRUSH? You're not old enough to be having crushes!
M: Niisama, I'm almost nineteen. Other people have had sex by now. I think I'm old enough to have a crush on someone.
S: No you're not! Maybe when you're sixty, but certainly not before then!
Author: Niu Shiy-Ue
Rating: R
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A month or so later things had pretty much settled down. Without any more incidents, Sethos's schedule had become downright routine, meeting with his advisors in the morning, holding open court in the afternoon, with his duties as High Priest taking up the rest of his time. In the evenings, he tutored Moswen and then the next day he started the whole thing over again. All in all, his regency was downright tame after the crisises that had marked Atemu's. He actually found himself longing for the some of the excitement from the past.
Because he was so desperate for anything to break up his boredom, he was ripe to notice even the slightest change in his surroundings. Usually, it was some small mistake made by the servants, and often resulted in the offender being banished to the copper mines. This naturally, made his attndants even more nervous than they had already been, which resulted in more mistakes, which led to him scrutinizing them even more and continued the vicious cycle. He may have been a good ruler for Kemet, but not even his advisors wanted to spend any more time with him than they had to. However, this severity meant he immediately saw something slightly different about his aide, when before he wouldn't have even noticed. "Moswen, where did you get that armband?"
"Wha-oh, you mean this?" Moswen had finally stopped stuttering in his presence. "High Priestess Isetnofret gave it to me."
"Let me see it." Moswen handed it up to him. It was a soft gold circle, incised with a racing scene, figures in chariots chasing each other while birds flew overhead. It wasn't up to his standards at all, but it was still good quality work. Certainly not cheap. He gave it back. "Very nice. Why did she give it to you?"
"For my birthday." said Moswen slipping it back on.
"It's your birthday today?" Sethos hadn't known that. So much for his attempts to build some sort of trust between him and Moswen.
"Yes. Why, is it important?"
"No." He felt somewhat irritated at himself, but he didn't know why. A quick glance at the shadows revealed it was somewhat later than he had expected. "You may leave. Inform Shadah, Mana and Masud that they will be present for court this afternoon. And send the new slave in."
"Yes, sire. Um, which new slave do you mean?"
"Whoever you come across first. I have no need to learn thier names." Probably, he reflected absently to himself, because they rarely last long enough to make it worthwhile. Moswen bowed and left.
Sethos closed his eyes and thought. He easily heard the slave enter, apparently this one had not even been trained in the basics of courtesy yet. "Wakhakwi at your service, my Phaorah."
"Go to the market place, buy the best set of earrings you can find and bring them back here before the evening ceremony. Go to Shimon for the money." He heard th other scramble off. "Heh, a fitting name for the idiot."
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It was after the evening meal and Sethos was waiting for Moswen to enter for his studies. In his hand he glared at what Wakhakwi had brought back just a few minutes ago. For his tardiness and incompetency he had joined the growing ranks of people dismissed from the Pharoah's service. Perhaps he should have ordered him to bring him a variety. The pair he had bought were gold, small, delicate things molded in the shapes of hawks with spread wings. Or maybe he should have had it custom made.
He glanced up when Moswen entered the room. "Come here." he ordered. Moswen obeyed, purple eyes somewhat bewildered. "These are for you." and tossed them to him.
"Ah, what are they?"
"I should think that would be obvious."
"I mean, why?"
"For your birthday, of course."
"Th-thank you. Um . . . " He looked more than a little lost.
"Go on, wear them."
"I-I can't."
"Why not?" Sethos frowned. Moswen should have been honored to receive a gift from his Pharoah.
"I don't . . . " he made a gesture towards his head. Sethos leaned towards him and brushed back his soft hair. "I see. Get me the cedar and lapis box from the shelf and a tallow candle." The smaller boy obeyed. Sethos opened the box and lit the candle. He didn't think this would take too long so the table would be in no danger. "Now leans towards me a little." He frowned. "Could you pull back your hair a little?" He took out a small needle from the box and the younger boy shivered. "Don't move." After heating the needle in the flame he stabbed the other's ear. "Now the other side." When it was over, he threaded a thin strip of linen in each hole. "This should take about a week to heal."
"Yes, my Pharoah." With that, they started thier usual lessons.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sethos found himself unexpectedly happy when he saw his servant wearing his gift a week later.
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AN: I have no idea if the Ancient Egyptians celebrated birthdays. Probably not.
& nbsp; Wakhakwi: Little fool
Niu Shiy-Ue
SNIPPET
Seto: Mokuba, what's wrong? You've been very quiet all day.
Mokuba: It's nothing.
S: Don't lie to me.
M: You're going to think it's stupid.
S: Mokuba, I promise, I will never think you're stupid. Now what is it?
M: Well there's this girl in school and I kinda like her . . .
S: You have a CRUSH? You're not old enough to be having crushes!
M: Niisama, I'm almost nineteen. Other people have had sex by now. I think I'm old enough to have a crush on someone.
S: No you're not! Maybe when you're sixty, but certainly not before then!