Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The King of Thieves ❯ Once Upon a Time in Egypt ( Chapter 4 )

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Note: Dude, these people talk weird… I'm NOT some uneducated person, who has a horrible sense of sentence structure…

OK: All the names and such, like Akunadin and Akunamukanon are from the mange…My friend told me these names, but she might be wrong. But she did inform me that Akunamukanon was in fact Yami's father, and he was actually a good ruler…But of course I will be twisting the characters for my own wicked purposes. In fact, Akunadin, Seth's father, was the High Priest or something, and he wanted his son to be the Pharaoh… I have no idea if they were twins, but I'm making them twins…so there you have it…

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*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Once Upon a Time in Egypt *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"It all started long before the boy himself was born. Like so many great stories, it contained greed and lust, hatred and betrayal, and of course, love…"

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"My son, you will soon come of age, and you must marry, I know that you will make the right choice, and therefore, I will not choose a wife for you."

"Oh wise Pharaoh, you are too good to your son," the man replied to the aging Pharaoh.

"My only request is that you marry before your 21st birthday."

"But father, that is in only a week."

"Yes, but then I will hand over the throne to you, and make you Pharaoh, and you must have a queen. I don't want to rush you, but I fear that I am not long in this world, and I wish to die, knowing my favorite son will be Pharaoh."

"Father, speak not of such troublesome things, I don't want you to speak of such depressing things. Let us talk of other things, like how well the harvest has been this year. The God's have blessed us with a good crop."

"My son, you must listen to me. I must talk of this, for it is very important."

"Father, I am already searching for a bride."

The door to the throne room, for that was were they were, swung open to reveal a rather annoyed young man, he had been listening at the door, and was shocked at what he had discovered. The two other men turned around when they heard the door open. The young man stood up, and greeted his brother, the one who had been listening at the door, whose name was Akunamukanon. He glared at his brother and father.

"Well, dearest brother, and beloved father, I see that as usual, you have excluded me from your plans. It seems funny though, seeing as how I'm the elder."

His brother, Akunadin, and his father, exchanged glances.

"Brother," Akunadin said, "You are only 12 minutes older than me."

Ignoring his brother, Akunamukanon said, while glaring at the aging Pharaoh, "You've never liked me, father, admit it, you always hated me, I have known it since I was a mere child, I know that you detest me. Well, the feeling is mutual, and as for you, dear brother," now turning his gaze onto his sibling, "I've never liked you." He sneered as he said this, and left the throne room. His cape swishing as he turned on his heel.

Surprised by the sudden outburst, father and son looked at each other for a minute. Akunadin thinking of why he disliked his brother.

Akunamukanon had always been a cruel child. He had enjoyed torturing small animals, and watching them die. He was a heartless boy, catching fish, and leaving them in the sun, laughing like a maniac as they gasped and slowly died. As he grew, so did the torture. Now it was no longer small animals, but people that he hurt, he would kill a peasant for no reason other than that he felt like it. He raped women, and left them out on the street once he tired of them. He was always drunk, and would walk through the city, making lewd remarks about women, sometimes feeling them up, or raping them in the street, while people watched helplessly, knowing that things would be worse if they intervened.

He was a disgrace to their family, and he knew it. He had hated his family, and especially his father. He had never liked anyone, scorning the presence of others, and snapping bitterly at anyone who even tried to be nice to him, causing them to give up.

He was dismissed as a mistake. He was the evil that lingered beside the blessed. His brother was the angel, who was cursed to forever have a brother who was the embarrassment of the city of Thebes.

"Son, what do you think of?" The old Pharaoh asked gently.

"I was thinking merely of my brother," the young man replied.

The Pharaoh sighed, turning away, "Yes, I too have thought of him. Many hours I have spent pondering where your mother, may Ra preserve her, went wrong with that brother of yours. It is my fault; I could have prevented him from turning out like this."

"That is not true."

The old Pharaoh merely shook his head wisely, and then said, "Son, find Akunamukanon. I must speak to him."

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The Pharaoh's son, Akunadin wandered the streets of Thebes, looking for his brother. He passed many stalls, ignoring the merchants who cried out to him, telling him of the miraculous items they sold. Out of the corner of his eye, something that was on display in one of the stalls caught his attention. He turned around, and looked at it. It was beautiful; it was a brooch depicting the Great White Beast*, the Holy Dragon. The brooch was magnificent, the dragon had been so excellently sculpted that it looked like it would suddenly take flight on its glorious wings. Somehow, he felt a connection to that dragon, he didn't know why, but the dragon reminded him of himself. Without even looking at the woman who was running the stall, he asked how much it cost.

"It's not for sale," the woman said.

His eyes still on the brooch, he replied, "Woman, I am the Prince of Egypt, the next Pharaoh, tell me the price of that object. Whatever price you name, I'll pay it. I want that brooch."

"I'm sorry, it's not for sale. My father made it for me to give to my future husband, it will pay my dowry. Therefore, you see, you cannot have it." She said, taking the brooch in her hand.

Akunadin's eyes traveled up the woman's hand, to her slim waist, to her amble bosom, and at last rested on her beautiful face. Right then and there, Akunadin knew, he was going to marry this angel.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* End Flashback *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Bakura let out a yawn, love stories always bored him. "Are you done?"

The other boy glared at him, before reaching down, and grasping an item that he had strung around his neck. It was underneath his shirt, and he pulled it out, allowing the thief to get an eyeful of the boy's treasure.

Bakura's eyes glittered as he looked at the object. It was a brooch, and his experienced eye quickly appraised it. The brooch had a dragon on it, a silver dragon, with sapphire eyes; it was framed by a solid gold backround, and was shaped like a coin, only a little larger.

"But that brooch," Bakura stammered, as realization dawned on him. "That must mean, that you are the son of that boy who was the child of the Pharaoh, Akuna-whatever."

"Yes, I should be the Pharaoh, but my uncle, the greedy pig that he is, took it away."

"Didn't your father poison his father, because the Pharaoh didn't want him to marry your mom?"

The boy again glared at Bakura, "No. My grandfather wholeheartedly supported the marriage, he was a fine man, and saw that a marriage between a commoner and a prince would only go to show that the royal family was dedicated to its people. My uncle poisoned the Pharaoh, and blamed my father, creating that awful story. A servant, loyal to my father, warned him that his brother was out to kill him. He fled, with his wife. They had a son, who they named Seth, and when I was one year old, I watched my uncle strike down my father, while my mother and I watched. He tried to seduce my mother, but ended up killing her too. My nanny, who grabbed me and ran for her life, is the only reason I'm still alive."

"Wow…" These kinds of stories were much more interesting than soppy love stories to the young thief. "But why are you telling me this?"

"Because you're the `King of Thieves,' and if anyone can break into the palace, it's you."

"Wai….wai,,,wait,,,you had me `til you got to the part about me breaking into the palace."

"Oh," the other boy said, his eyes glinting mischievously, "you mean to say that you can't even break into the palace? Some thief you are." The boy made a great show of sighing, and then saying, "I guess I'll have to find another thief, and this time they have to be good."

"Hey," Bakura said angrily, falling for the trick, "I'm the best there is, I'll break into the stupid palace," and then added, his eyes narrowing, "but what do I get in return?"

"I have no money to give you, but if you are such a great thief I'm sure you will find something of value in that palace. Besides," and here, the boy's eyes began to glitter, "you'll be famous. The only thief to be able to break into the palace."

"All right," Bakura agreed warily. He had no way of knowing what would happen. "But surely you don't just want me to break into the palace, just for the heck of it."

"You're right, I want you to leave this in the Pharaoh's bedroom," the brown-haired boy said, handing Bakura a slim clay tablet with a strange etching of a child. The child was a girl with blonde hair who was wearing light blue robes. She held a heart in her hands, and she looked like she was offering it up. The strangest thing about the drawing was that the child had wings, but that in itself wasn't the weird thing, it was her wings themselves that were quite odd. Her left wing was a bat-like wing, a demon's wing, the right wing was an angel's, white and covered in down. Also, the one side, the one with the demon's wing was cast in darkness, while the angel side of the child was bathed in light. Bakura stared at the thing, perplexed. Seeing his confusion, the other boy explained, "It was drawn by an artist, it symbolizes on one side, my uncle," he indicated the demon's wing, "and the other side, the one with the angel wing, symbolizes my father."

"But why do you want to deliver this tablet to your uncle?"

"Because," and here the boy smirked, "do you see the writing on the back of the tablet?"

Bakura turned it over, and traced the hieroglyphics with his finger, in total awe. He was a commoner so he had never been taught to read or write. "What does it say?" He asked.

"It says," the boy replied, allowing his own hand to outline the letters, "Murderer."

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LusciousDragon: OK…yes…the boy is Seth…

*- The Great White Beast was supposedly what they called the Blue Eyes, but that's only what my friend told me, and well…she has given me false info before, so tell me if this in fact is not true…

The whole part about Seth's parents is totally, 100% Luscious-made… meaning it came from the depths of my twisted mind…