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Mahado and Mana	By : Rocks Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 2021 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, I am not making profit from this stoy, it is just for fun.

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“I think you’re ready to try a spell now.” Fourteen-year-old Mahado announced as they sat at the table in his dungeon study room. Mana looked up at her teacher doubtfully before turning her attention back to the book, “Come on, we won’t do anything major to start with…how about the butterfly spell? I know it’s one of your favourites.” He added as he flipped through the book and stopped. Mana looked down at the page, but still lacked confidence,
“I don’t think I can…what if something happens?” she asked nervously as she looked at the book,
“You mean like the fire? Don’t worry, there’s nothing to this spell.” Mahado assured. Mana sighed and stood up, walking along a small shelf, which held many jars of powders. She stopped at a light pink powder and pulled it down, “That’s the wrong powder.” Mahado added as she stopped at the table.
“I know, I’m trying something different.” She replied as she went back to the book, which was still open at the same page. She took a small handful of powder and held it in her hand, “Utar.” She said as she opened her hand, but the powder was still there, until she blew it and a small swarm of butterflies appeared.
“Very good, even if it’s not what I asked you to do.” Mahado added as he watched the butterflies fly out of the room and into the corridor, where there was a high pitched scream from Isis, who was wearing long white robes with her long black hair flowing down her shoulders,
“Sorry Isis.” Mana apologised as Isis leaned on the wall panting and Mahado laughed behind his hand quietly.
“I’m glad that you are so amused Mahado.” Isis scolded as she looked over at him accusingly,
“My apologies, what can I do for you?” he asked as his laughter died,
“Your master has sent for you.” She replied before slipping out of the door,
“Mana, I am sorry. Go to page ten and read it thoroughly before I return.” He ordered as he walked to the door. Mana flicked through the pages and began to read carefully, but her mind wandered and she found herself in a trance.

As Mahado walked away from the room a light blue light started shining from within the room, making him turn round to look at it in confusion,
“What? I told her to read! What is that girl doing?” Mahado cursed as he walked back to the room, but just as he was about to shout at Mana he saw that the light was coming from her. A shining light enveloped her and she sat looking at the book as if she had been reading, “Mana! Mana! Snap out of it!” Mahado ordered harshly as he went to her side and held out a hand to touch her, feeling his own power trying desperately to come out. “No! I won’t let you!” he shouted in defiance as he tried to force his own power back, but then he saw the familiar purple light enveloping him and had just enough time to create a butterfly before he slipped into the same trance.
As he was frozen in place Mahado saw his monster come out, the Illusion Magician, which was the dark figure of a man inside a purple suit with a pointed hat and long coat, holding a purple staff, and as he looked at Mana he saw her monster had also emerged. Her monster was a lot like her, but with blonde hair rather than brown and she was wearing the same magician like clothes, but she wore a pink and blue dress in the same style as Mana’s white one and a pointed hat with a blue visor and a delicate staff. The two monsters looked at each other for a moment before slowly reaching out and touching at the fingertips lightly. At this point Mahado felt his power escaping his control completely and the table where Mana sat shattered, splinters of wood cutting him as they went flying and Mana’s chair fell over backwards, at which point her power shattered every jar on the shelf and the many powders mixed together creating explosions of varying power,
“Enough!” a strong voice shouted. Mahado saw the monsters disappear before he fell to his knees, his powers once again under his control. He felt his master’s hand on his shoulder, but shook it off as he cradled his bleeding arm, which had a large splinter of wood lodged in it,
“Mana, check on Mana.” He urged as he ripped the splinter out of his arm and threw it across the room. His master knelt beside Mana, who slowly stirred and rolled off the fallen chair. Her face had a long cut across the cheek, but it was shallow and would soon heal, she had escaped harm, but she was very shaken up.
“What have I done?” she cried as she looked around in horror and caught sight of Mahado cradling his arm, “Master Mahado, I’m so sorry.” She cried as she stood before him,
“It wasn’t you Mana, it was me. My power went out of my control,” he replied,
“No, I did it, it was my fault, I could see everything, but I couldn’t move and then all the jars shattered,” she argued, “I’ll never be able to control it!” she cried as she ran through the door.
“Mana wait!” Mahado cried, but Mana kept running until she found herself outside the palace where there were rows of large jars, which were large enough to hide her. Mana jumped up and into one of the jars and crouched there crying. I’m a failure! I’ll never be able to control that power! If Mahado keeps training me then one day…I might…I can’t let that happen…maybe it would be better if I just…left. She thought hopelessly as she listened to the sound of running feet and heard Mahado and Atem calling for her,
“Guards! Search the grounds! Find her!” the Pharaoh ordered. Mana waited a while until she heard the footsteps leave before she looked over the edge of the pot. There was no one in sight so she climbed out and crept towards the gates, where she found herself face to face with two guards, who looked at her for a moment and then tried to grab her, but being so small she was able to roll away and run into the streets.
“She’s escaped! Get Mahado and the rest of the guards!” a voice shouted as Mana ran. Mana soon found herself in the early evening streets of the city where people bustled about on their business. She kept walking until she found her house, or what was left of it. It was still a burned out shell and as she walked through the door a loose beam fell, almost hitting her. She jumped aside and went to the blackened stairs, which she climbed until she was on the roof where she sat down and closed her eyes as her tears flowed,
“Are you sure Mahado?” a voice said. Mana opened her eyes a few moments later and crawled to the small wall around the edge of the roof, where she crouched and looked cautiously over the top. In the street below Mahado was talking to one of the palace guards,
“Yes. This is where she’ll be.” He replied before heading to the door and disappearing. Mana heard footsteps and turned to see Mahado standing behind her, his arm now bound in a sling. “Mana, what were you thinking?” he asked gently as he sat beside her and put an arm round her,
“I don’t want to hurt you…while you’re teaching me you’re in danger…I could lose control again and next time I might…kill you. I don’t want to be alone again, but if it keeps you and Atem safe then that’s what I’ll do…I don’t think I could survive if I killed someone I care about again…you’ll be better off without me. I only cause trouble and hurt people.” She added as she looked at his arm and then around the blackened room,
“You don’t cause trouble, not yet, but you will if you don’t learn to control your powers. Let me help you and one day you’ll be that master of your powers rather than your powers controlling you. I should know…when I first arrived at the palace I was a lot like you. My master found me in the streets; my parents had died because of a thief. He killed them both, but when I was alone and vulnerable my powers strengthened to protect me, much as yours did. I was taken to the palace and began to learn how to control them, though as you know I’m not quite there yet. It will take time, and I’m not saying that it will be easy, but for your own sake you have to try.” He argued, but Mana wiped her eyes and continued to look at the floor, “Come on; let’s go home.” He added as he got to his feet, at which Mana smiled and stood up.
“Am I in trouble?” she asked as she took Mahado’s hand, but he shook his head,
“No, we were worried about you, that’s all. You never know who’s lurking in a dark alley, remember that, and never go outside the palace walls without permission again! You could have been killed or worse, captured by slave traders.” He added as they walked into the street.

“Atem!” Mana called as she ran through the palace gardens. Mana was now ten years old wearing the short white dress of a trainee magician, which was almost exactly the same as her old dress except it was a different material, which was much softer and smoother on her skin and a white piece of cloth shaded her eyes from the sun. Atem, the young prince of Egypt, had three colours in his spiked hair and wore a white toga and two gold armbands.
“Mana! Where were you? Mahado was looking everywhere for you! He really is worried, he thought you had gone outside the palace again!” Atem exclaimed as she stopped beside him beneath the tree where he sat on the grass. She stopped beside him panting and bent over,
“I was hiding from him. I hate studying! I’m no good at it! No matter how many times I try I can never do anything right and Mahado will be furious!” she moaned as she slumped to the ground beside Atem, who smiled at her as she buried her head in her hands,
“Don’t worry Mana, I know Mahado holds you in high regard, he’d never get angry when you haven’t done anything wrong. I’m sure if you listen to what he says and keep trying you’ll get it in the end.” Atem assured as Mahado walked across the garden by the palace walls, looking carefully in the bushes. Mahado was seventeen, but still looked to be a few years younger. He wore the white robes of a trainee magician at a high level, with a single gold square on the shoulder; he had almost completed his training. His long brown hair suddenly glinted in the sunlight as he looked up and saw Mana beneath the tree,
“Mana! Where have you been? I have been looking for you for over an hour! I thought you had gone outside! And you have missed you lesson again! Do you want to be a magician or not?” he demanded as he walked over. His voice was raised, but it was not a shout of anger, merely annoyance.
“I’m sorry Master Mahado.” She apologised, her eyes looking to the ground in shame, but Mahado sat beside her and put a gentle hand on her shoulder,
“Mana, I know you feel that you are not making progress, but I know the power you have is strong and true, you just need to harness it, and only study can help you to achieve this, now come. I have an hour before my own class.” He said calmly. Mana looked up doubtfully and nodded, getting to her feet as Mahado bowed to Atem and walked towards the palace,
“Bye Atem.” Mana said before running to catch up with Mahado.

“Mana!” Mahado cried as he stepped in front of her. Mana cried out as her spell hit him in the centre of his chest, sending him flying across the room where he lay sprawled twitching before lying still,
“Mahado! Mahado!” she cried, tears streaming down her face. “What have I done? I’m so sorry Mahado.” She sobbed as she held her hands over her face. It was then that she caught sight of the book on his desk. They were in the same small room in the dungeon with a table, cauldron and a spell book lit by two candles. She went to the red leather bound book and looked through it frantically, “There must be a healing spell! Please be in here!” she begged as she flicked through the pages,
“Found it!” she cried triumphantly as she mixed three powers together and ground them up before walking to Mahado, “Sprit of Healing, bless this Red Medicine with your powers, I beseech you!” she whispered as she sprinkled the power over his chest and lowered her hand to his smoking chest. As she touched it the burned robes repaired themselves and the melted flesh moulded back into shape.
“M-Mana…are you alright? What happened?” Mahado asked in confusion as he sat up, Mana’s hand still on his chest. He looked at her and then down at where the hole had been in his robes, “You cast a healing spell? That is most advanced magic! You should not cast spells unless you have been taught, it can be very dangerous!” Mahado warned, his voice rising in worry over what could have happened,
“Sorry Mahado. It won’t happen again.” Mana replied in shame as she hung her head. Mahado sighed and pulled himself up so that he sat leaning on the wall, his chest still painful from the impact,
“No, I am sorry. I must sound so ungrateful when you have saved my life. I thank you Mana.” He apologised, bowing his head in her direction. Mana dropped her face again, but this time because it was red,
“No, it was my fault you were hurt. I messed up again.” She apologised as she looked at the still smoking caldron. Mahado followed her gaze and nodded thoughtfully,
“Yes, it appears that your measurements were off. You must use the scales properly! Only when they are completely balanced can you use the ingredients safely.” Mahado instructed as he got to his feet and walked with Mana back to the table. With a wave of his hand the caldron was empty, “Now let us try again, I still have a few minutes before my lesson.” He said.

“Mana, here. I made this for you.” Mahado said as he handed her a delicate short staff, which was blue with a light pink ball on the end. Mana took it and looked at it in confusion,
“What is it?” she asked as she looked at the staff, which was almost as long as her arm, but felt smooth and light in her hand.
“It is a staff. You can use it to channel your powers. I believe that this method may serve you better, it makes your aim more precise.” He added as she swung it,
“And if anyone tried to attack me I can hit them with it.” She joked, almost hitting Mahado, who ducked. “Oops, sorry.” She apologised. “What do you mean?” she asked as she pointed the staff theatrically, testing the weight and the speed of her swing.
“When you cast a spell your power will look for the easiest route out of your body. Without the staff this means that the magic will cover a greater area because there are so many paths out of your body, but with the staff you can more effectively control where it goes…why don’t you practise with levitation? You seem to understand that.” Mahado suggested as Mana paused to listen to him, her staff still pointing.
“Alright…do I just point the staff at the object?” she asked as she looked at a rolled up scroll on the wooden desk. Mahado nodded and stepped behind her, watching as she pointed the staff in concentration, slowly lifting the scroll and moving it across the table before putting it down, “Was that right?” she asked hopefully,
“Yes, exactly right, and I want you to keep practising. Every time you get a spell try to use your staff to get used to it, now I have a class of my own to attend so I want you to remain here and practise as many spells with the staff as possible and if there is anything you do not understand, write it down and ask me when I return.” He ordered as he took the scroll from the table and walked to the door,

“Mana!” Atem called in a now much deeper voice. Fifteen-year-old Mana turned and saw Atem walking towards her through the gardens, “Have you heard? Mahado graduated and received the Millennium Ring!” he said excitedly as he reached her,
“Yes, I heard. We’re supposed to meet for a lesson soon.” She said, “I’m getting better…I think…well, I suppose.” She sighed as she slumped to the ground her staff in her hand,
“What’s wrong? I haven’t heard you speak like this since…well, since we were much younger.” He said in concern as he joined her on the ground.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me! Until a few months ago I could concentrate, but now whenever Mahado is close to me I…I just can’t think at all…” she sighed as she leaned her head on her knees. Atem gave her a small smile and leaned against the tree, it was the same spot that they always seemed to end up in when they were in the garden,
“Mahado!” a woman called. Atem and Mana looked up towards the walls of the palace where Mahado had just walked down the steps to the path that led to the garden. He was now twenty-two and had grown to six foot seven. Now that he had graduated and succeeded his teacher as the keeper of a millennium item, he wore a white hood over his head with a gold crown like headdress around it and round his neck was the millennium ring, which looked like a large golden dream catcher. The woman was Isis, the keeper of the millennium necklace, which looked like a golden eye tied round her neck. She wore the white robes of a priestess; her head covered by a hood much as Mahado, who was also a priest, but her hood had a much larger gold headdress that framed her face.
“Isis.” He said kindly as he turned back to her smiling as she walked over to him. When she was in front of him she placed a hand on his shoulder, though what she was saying, Atem couldn’t tell. As Mahado and Isis spoke, Atem heard Mana get up and when he turned to look at her she was already running away, her sobs clearly audible to him and when he looked to the palace doors he saw Mahado had also turned, but he had not seen Mana and was still looking around suspiciously, bowing when he saw Atem.

“Mana? Are you alright? You’ve been crying!” Mahado said in concern as he looked into a large brown pot where he had heard a small sobbing sound. Inside he could see Mana crouching, as she often did. The pots were the first place he checked when she disappeared,
“I’m fine.” She replied as she wiped her eyes and stood up, her eyes still red rimmed. As she began to climb out Mahado took her arm to help her, causing Mana to flinch,
“I’m sorry, have I up set you?” he asked in confusion as Mana touched the ground. Mana shook her head and looked away, “Now I know I have, how have I up set you, tell me.” he ordered, but Mana made no reply,
“Are we going to have a lesson today?” she asked,
“Yes, why?” he asked,
“Because I’d really rather not.” She replied as she ran away, fresh tears falling down her face,
“Mana wait!” Mahado cried before following her round into the palace gardens, which were now deserted. “Mana! Stop running away and tell me!” Mahado cried as he caught her arm. Mana shrieked and tripped, pulling Mahado down with her. Mahado lost his grip and she tried to get to her feet, but he pulled her back down by her foot and climbed onto her, holding her down by her wrists, “Tell me!” he begged,
“I love you.” She replied suddenly, her face turning red as soon as she said it. Mahado released her wrists in shock, but remained on top of her looking as if he had been slapped,
“Oh.” He replied awkwardly as he rolled off her and sat beside her, once again beneath the same tree,
“I know; it’s alright. I saw you with Isis…and it’s forbidden anyway.” She added as she wiped the stray tears out of her eyes.
“Here, let me help you.” Mahado offered as he lifted the sleeves of his robe and began lightly wiping the tears away. When they were gone he found himself looking at her as if for the first time and realising how mature and attractive she had become over the years. He had been so wrapped up in his studies that he hadn’t noticed. Before he could restrain himself he found he had leaned forward and kissed her.
“But Isis…” Mana said as he drew back, but in response Mahado leaned forward and kissed her again,
“She is a priestess, a fellow keeper, a good friend, but nothing more. She’s not like us.” He assured as he leaned his head on hers.
“But Mahado, it is forbidden! Teachers and students cannot…be together like that.” She argued sadly as she looked away.
“Mana, no one will know, not ever. Are you going to let one law stop us?” he countered, at which Mana smiled and looked at him,
“I never dreamed you’d say such a thing…I don’t know how I expected you to react, but not in this way.” She laughed as Mahado got to his feet and held a hand down to her.
“Come. We still have a lesson. Today is the day I take you to the training grounds where there will be other students, though many will be far less talented than you…in fact I can’t recall a single student with your talent.” He added as they walked towards the palace gates.
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