Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Pretending ❯ Chapter 3

Mahaado is not quite sane.

Disclaimer: Yu-gi-Oh! Belongs to Kazuki Takahashi. I make no profit off this fanfiction, and it belongs to me under international copyright laws. Don't steal and don't sue. Thank you, *Phantomness bows*

Note: Though Mahaado is quite biologically male; Yami refers to him as `Mother' and may slip into incorrect gender pronouns. Insanity warnings!
Chapter 3

 

There was a man outside. Mahaado brushed water drops off the dark blue linen robe he was wearing. Yami blinked at him, puzzled, and the Kuriboh perched on his shoulder chirped a question.

His Prince blinked again. “Mother?”

“Just a moment, Yami. I'll finish washing your hair.”

“All right.” Yami sank back into the tub, watching the lotus blossoms float across the surface. Kuriboh gave a surprised cry and popped out of the water, shaking water out of his fur.

Yami laughed, distracted, and Mahaado stepped outside.

 

The man that was there was not alone. He had a full detachment of soldiers with him. He was trying to batter down the door to the Sanctuary, but the Sanctuary was so named because it was good at people in, and it was even better at keeping enemies out.

Mahaado felt the magic swirl around him in agitated screams. He let a small smile cross his lips as he stepped out, fully expecting an attack. He got one.

The Mirror Force spell shimmered into being around him, directing their arrows back at them. There were cries of agony, muffled curses, and the sudden bright light of a hundred torches.

So it was night. How nice.

He snapped his fingers and watched as the skies above thundered, bolts of jagged lightning, as brilliant as his Prince's hair, shattered the peace of the night.

The lightning broke the rank and file into chaos, and moments later, there was one man left alive. Mahaado gave him a charming smile as he flipped his hair.

“Now,” He said in a tone of voice that was much too soft and delicate to bode anything well, “Why are you here, and who are you?”

 

Tristan was not a bad man. He was a guard at the Palace before the war started and he got promoted to lieutenant, then on and on until he was someone competent enough to handle two hundred fighting men. Said men had all been wiped out in minutes.

They had seen the building, and recognized it from Priest Akunadin's whispers of dark magic. Now that Pharaoh Akunumkanon was dead, Not-yet-Pharaoh Akunadin had wished this place razed to the ground.

Apparently he had forgotten to mention it would be well guarded. Wait a minute; that man looked vaguely familiar, despite his feminine appearance…

And Tristan felt his stomach sink as the man held his hands in front of his chest and the Sennen Ring appeared.

Oh.

So that was where High Priest Mahaado had gone.

 

“Mother?” Yami peeked out from behind Mahaado, only the fact that he had bothered to grab a towel saving Mahaado from another blush, though now it was no longer quite as innocent. “I… who is he?”

“Prince?” Tristan gasped. So the Prince wasn't dead, was still alive! The Pharaoh must have planned this, stashed them somewhere far away and safe, while Egypt went to war… and now, four years later, it was time to bring them back-.

Pain suddenly blossomed in his gut and he stared in disbelief. The Priest's hands were now some black metallic material, extended into shining diamond claws that were almost a yard long, and they were pierced through…

Yami smiled. The bubbles in his hair only made him look younger.

“He's going to take me away from you, isn't he, Mother?”

“Yes, my Prince.”

“We can't let that happen, Mother. May I watch him die? I've never seen anyone die before. I think it might be pretty.”

Mahaado's eyes were a glitter of soft silver. “Of course, my precious Yami.”

Tristan closed his eyes and waited, and in a few moments, unimaginable pain screeched inside his mind and he had to open his eyes.

Yami was humming, and in his fingers there were things coming into being, bright silver and sharp and oh Ra I don't deserve this…

He screamed.

 

Afterwards, they headed back to the bathing chambers and Yami sank into water with a sigh, before he tugged on his Mother's arm, and so Mother nodded and shed her robes and stepped into the water with him, and Mother was so warm and gentle as they lay there together.

He sighed as he felt himself relax, and they watched the pretty lights glint off the water for a few moments, before they stepped out.

He sat quietly and let Mother dry him, before he stepped into his kilt and tunic, pretty dark shining green today, because he felt like it, and they headed into another chamber and had grapes.

And then Mother smiled at him, and whispered, and he laughed and said yes, he was still hungry.

Mother made the best pastries.

 

He mixed almonds and fine flour and honey and dates, arranged them into small rounded shapes, paper-thin wafers dripping with dark red, and waited for the oven to bake them. Moments later they slid out, hot, fresh, and sweet.

There was a trace of a bitter tang, Yami thought, as he bit into the first one, but it was sweet. The honey tasted so much better that way.

He licked his fingers and Mother asked him if he wanted more.

Of course he did!

Mother smiled at him, and he bit into another pastry. Yummy…

He should make Mother some more pretty things later, as thanks.

 

He wound his hair through the ropes of braided gold, glittering with rubies and emeralds. It was complicated, but it did look lovely. He cast another look at his reflection, frowning when he noticed that his kohl was smudged, and reached for the brush. Yami sat not two paces away, staring at him in adoration.

“Mother, you look pretty.”

“Thank you, Yami.”

“I never want to leave you, Mother. Never.” Yami stood, and Mahaado frowned slightly at the expression in his eyes.

It was the first time he had seen fear and he was not going to see it again.

“I'll protect you forever, Yami.”

“Mother, I want to make sure. The people outside might come and take us away again.” Yami shivered. “I don't want to leave you!”

“I know.”

“Then can we do the ritual, Mother? The one we found in the library…”

Mahaado's eyes glittered with pride as he scooped Yami up into a kiss. “Of course we can, Yami.”

“I love you, Mother.” Yami whispered, eyes aglitter with madness that reflected back in silver pools.

“I love you too, Yami. And now, we'll never be apart. Never.”

 

End Chapter

Completed 5/5/06

Ooh… no prizes for guessing what the ritual is though.

… Pause…

Does this not remind you of Sloth and Wrath from FMA? I thought my brain was channeling the crappy Star country Naruto filler, but now that I think of it. Hmm… it kind of does…