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Catechism	By : phantomness Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Wow, I scare myself sometimes! ^^
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*
Notes: Yes, I know Yami�s real name. No one else
does, so they call him Yami.
Chapter 2

�� Mahaado,
I�m frightened.�
�� He tore
himself from his studies at the voice. His Pharaoh! He quickly sank to his
knees in a smooth bow. �My Pharaoh.�
�� Mahaado,
please. We are friends!� Yami looked around frightened, as was to be expected.
He was only thirteen, and the burden of kingship had been dropped into his lap.
Pharaoh Akunumkanon�s mourning period would continue for several months, but
even so� others might not respect this uneasy peace.
�� It is
late, my Pharaoh. Could you not sleep?� Mahaado got up to prepare tea, but Yami
shook his head.
�� That is
not it, my friend. I am concerned.�
�� Mahaado
frowned. �Tell me.�
�� He watched
as Yami climbed into bed and drew the covers around his thin frame. Without the
heavy jewelry, he looked simply drawn and tired. That would not do. He reached
for one of the healing potions, but Yami shook his head.
�� Please
don�t put me to sleep, Mahaado!�
�� It was not
my intention to do so, my Pharaoh. Yet, is this wise?�
�� What do
you mean?�
�� We are no
longer children, my Pharaoh. Sneaking through the halls at night to come visit
me� such is not wise, Pharaoh. The rumors will start.�
�� Yami
scowled. �It�s not like we�re actually doing anything.�
�� Mahaado
shook his head. �What troubles you?�
�� Yami
scowled, and with a sigh, Mahaado climbed into bed with him. The Pharaoh buried
his face in the priest�s chest and began to cry incoherently. Mahaado frowned.
The Prince had been trained well not to show weakness, why was he breaking now?
�� Wait�
�� Even if he
had lost his magic, he could still recognize it. There was someone controlling
his Pharaoh. His anger vibrated through his mind as he mentally visualized the
summon�
�� There was a
brief feeling of pain, as he summoned his Ka, but he ignored it, and snapped
out the instructions for Spell of Illusion. He must have done it quietly
enough, because Yami didn�t notice.
�� Dark magic
laced with gold incantations wound up, snapping around Yami�s chest, pinning
his arms tightly to his sides.
�� Yami stared
at him, before an outraged expression showed on his face. �You dare
attack the Pharaoh, Mahaado?�
�� I dare.�
Mahaado replied, picking up a jug of wine from his table. �Because you are not
the Pharaoh.� Without further ado, he dumped the contents over Yami�s form.
�� The Pharaoh
choked and sputtered for a few moments, but he felt the spell that had been
cast over his ruler vanish, along with his Spell of Illusion.

�� It was not
well known, but certain types of date wine worked as an excellent de-spell.
Mahaado always kept some at hand, just in case he needed to reverse Mana�s
spells, though he preferred that she correct her mistakes herself now that he
couldn�t any more.
�� Yami shook
his head, as Mahaado handed him a towel and he wiped his eyes.
�� How did I
get here?�
�� Do you not
remember anything, my Pharaoh?�
�� No.� Yami
shook his head.
�� Someone
cast a spell over you, my Pharaoh.�
�� Well, it
couldn�t have been benign if I have no recollection of it.� Yami scowled. �Can
you find out who did it?�
�� It will
take some time, my Pharaoh.�
�� Can you
not scry?�
�� Mahaado
winced. He could � if he still had his magic. It was another mark of his
failure that he couldn�t. His mind raced for an excuse, but he decided for
simply shaking his head. Yami frowned.
��
�� Mahaado��
�� I
apologize, my Pharaoh.�
�� Mahaado,
you are the strongest magician in court. Surely��
�� Mahaado
lowered his head and waited. Yami did not say any more, but he accepted a cloak
and left the room without another word. Disappointment was clear in every line
of his body.
�� This was
unacceptable.
�� Mahaado
shook his head as he recalled his Ka monster. Something had to be done. He had
been too reliant on his magic.
�� He checked
his shelves for scrying potions, found three bottled, and took the first one
down, pouring it into a bowl as he calmed his breathing�

�� The blue
liquid swam before his eyes before they focused on one man, laughing as he
drank his wine, sure that the scandal he had planted would dethrone the Pharaoh
and set up his own distant relation on the throne. Wishful thinking. At least
four others would have to be assassinated in that line of succession.
�� Still�
�� It was
better to eliminate such threats quickly.

�� Mahaado
sent for a servant girl and several more jugs of date wine, and got to work.
This time, the results were better. He only needed one try before the potion
was finished. There was a lot of it, but he would need a generous amount. Now
for the more difficult task� getting it to the perpetrators.
�� With a
shrug he began to examine the contents of his room, seeing if there was
anything especially shiny and golden he could use to bribe, gift, or kill with.
�� The Ring
whispered to him, but he shook his head, feeling the points dig into his skin
in anger.
�� No, he was
not going to be undone so quickly. His magic had to stay sealed. Had to� he
felt like yanking the Ring off and throwing it into the brazier, but he shook
his head.
�� This was
his burden. He had to keep control of it.
�� He swabbed
the armlets he wore with liquid that dried clear, careful not to get any on
him. He poured date wine and mixed in more poison.
�� The court
was going hunting tomorrow.
�� It was such
a dangerous business� surely no one would argue that, if several men fell
fighting against the lions, well�
�� That was to
be expected.
�� He left a
small piece of papyrus tacked to his desk, Mana would find it and hopefully run
through her lessons by herself tomorrow. It was all theory, in any case.
�� He offered
up a silent prayer to Isis, and then fell into dreamless sleep.

End Chapter
Completed 4/4/06
Damned midterms!

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