Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Pretending ❯ Chapter 5
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
And… another chapter!
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*
Yes, I know Mahaado is male. However, I'm not sure Yami does. So he might use incorrect gender pronouns. This is despite the fact that Mahaado is anatomically male. Yes, you heard that right! And there's lemon in this chapter, ^^
Chapter 5
Yami didn't like the Palace. It was too big and too open and there weren't walls around to keep him safe and he missed hearing the magic hum. The first night, he was so frightened that Mother came out and held him and petted him until he stopped crying, and he mewled underneath her hands as she kissed him gently and rubbed warm oils into his pale skin, bleached white by years without the sun.
The next night, he was a little bit better, but only a bit. The food they had was too greasy and too oily and he was violently sick. The servant girls had fluttered around like doves, but they were noisy and stupid. So he let Mother out and she was very, very soft and warm and she washed his hair and put him to bed and fed him fruit and soft flesh that didn't make him sick.
The servant girls were never seen again.
Akunadin frowned. It had been two weeks since Yami had come back to the Palace, and it was clear that he was in no shape to rule. And yet, and yet… the Puzzle refused to accept himself, refused to accept Seto, as the Ruler of Egypt, and without the Puzzle, one could not be Pharaoh.
The Puzzle wanted Yami.
And whatever the Puzzle wanted, it got.
The next morning, Akunadin woke up to find Yami with the Puzzle around his neck. Only it wasn't the Puzzle, because… he rubbed his eyes.
Holy… the Puzzle and Ring had fused, with the Puzzle replacing the triangle in the Center of the Ring.
That was not good.
But they had to go through with it.
The delegate raised his eyebrows. This mere slip of a boy was the Pharaoh of Egypt? Well, he wore the golden symbols marked with the Eye of Ra, but even so…
He bowed as he began to recite his speech. Halfway through, he noticed that the Pharaoh wasn't even listening to him. Anger boiled in his heart and he reached for his throwing daggers. Screw the treaty! He wasn't going to be ignored!
Akunadin sighed and waited for the bloodbath that would sure follow. The Pharaoh tended to be rather cruel to those who openly attacked him.
Yami smiled sweetly as he pressed his hand to his chest and willed Mother to appear. She was beautiful, dressed in royal armor glittering bright…. Black Magic blasted the delegate back, not killing, and not sealing, for Mother did not seal any more, but enough that he would think twice about attacking Pharaoh again.
He coughed blood from his bruised chest and cast a murderous glance at the monster floating at the Pharaoh's side.
“Mother…” Yami said pleasantly, almost as if she had not just blasted the man, “What should we do about him?”
There was no verbal reply, but the monster slid to its knees in front of the Pharaoh's throne and pillowed its head in his lap.
The Pharaoh smiled as he rested his fingers in long lavender hair.
The delegate frowned.
A moment later, the royal guards sighed and escorted him out. It seemed like nothing else was going to get done this morning. The Elected Priests also bowed and made their exits.
Akunadin seethed as he and Seto stood in the temple of tablets. Either Yami wasn't eating at all or he had found some way to prevent poison. None of their tactics had worked so far.
Damn it all.
Mother's hands were so very gentle as she slid his legs apart and kissed him there, where he had never been kissed before and where he would never allow anyone else to touch him. He gave a satisfied mew, almost purring, as wetness slid down his body and pooled with liquid fire between his thighs, and Mother smiled at him as she slowly rose from her kneeling position. Her armor melted away, leaving her in a simple kilt of sheer white linen.
It reminded him of the Sacred Ceremony, and Mother writhing beneath him as the hieroglyphics cut into her skin glowed a beautiful red color, and he stood, nodding. He could still see the scars, white chains of spells over tanned flesh. Mm.
They closed their eyes, and it was a quick walk to the Royal Bedroom. There were no guards or servants watching. He had expressly forbidden any of them to come near his room, except to clean.
He pressed Mother down onto the bed beneath him, and wrapped his hands around the hard shaft jutting from between her legs. She gave him a smile and he felt his heart melt again, as he carefully stroked her, waiting until she was ready.
She almost was. Good.
He lay down next to her, purring as her fingers sought out his secret entrance, and soon, she placed her hands carefully on his shoulders and guided herself in. He gave a moan as his eyes glazed over slightly. Mother…!
Afterwards, they sat in the garden together, clean and wrapped in fine linen, and watched the stars.
Afterwards, they sat in the garden together, clean and wrapped in fine linen, and watched the stars.
“We have to do something. This state of affairs cannot continue. Egypt has only just recovered from a great war…”
“We have not the power if invasion comes.” Karim sighed.
Aishizu shook her head. “We could send them back to the Sanctuary, Shadah, Karim. That would be kinder…”
“Akunadin and his will not let them live, Aishizu. You know that.”
“But we are too weak to fight Akunadin and Seto.”
“Then we must believe that they know what to do.”
“But how can we, Karim? You've seen them. The Pharaoh is a child at best, and mad at the worst…”
“And if that Ka creature is Mahaado, he is no longer the man we knew.”
“Yes.”
Aishizu shivered slightly. She remembered her brother, quiet and loyal, but this parody of him was too gentle and too powerful and too brilliant for her to equate with him any more.
She would cry for him, but the tears wouldn't come.
Why?
Akunadin stared at the slave-boy shivering in the merchant's pen, before a smile crossed his lips. Perfect.
“I'll take him.”
End Chapter
Completed 5/5/06