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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�

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