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Chapter List
- 1-Here there be monsters
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I’ll think of a title later!
Disclaimer: Yu-gi-Oh! Belongs to Kazuki Takahashi. All I
have is 38 books of manga… and some cards and some GBA games…
Notes/Warnings: Atemu x Mahaado (I guess they’re a couple,
though not in a normal sense), Angst, Incest, Akunumkanon x Atemu (definitely
one-sided), Squick, Rape, Obsession, Insanity, Twisted Loyalty, Anzu torture,
and all that darkfic stuff. Written mostly kind-of-stream-of-consciousness, eh,
and jumping tenses and all. Meant to be confusing…
Timeline: Pre-Ancient Egypt Arc, technically could be canon
but… AU to be safe, since there are anime and manga aspects…
Title: Here there be Monsters

The boy was
young, too young for this act, perhaps. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.
The blood of the gods could not be denied. One sharp stab, one strangled cry…
The Healers
were silent. Who would dare raise a hand to the Living God or dare question his
motives?
And as the
prince was sickly, and he already had a condition that seemed to shorten his
height and keep him a child, well then, who would notice another contributor to
the problem that the Gods had not chosen to solve?
They should
be thanking Ra that Pharaoh took such good care of his son…

“Prince,
you really shouldn’t…”
“Mahaado,
I’m tired. I don’t want to go to any more lessons today.”
The
priest-in-training certainly could not argue with the Prince and his friend. He
looked around. The royal guards were busy…
Just in
case though… the shadows around them darkened slightly as he took the Prince’s
hand. They slipped out easily enough…
After all,
you can’t stop what you can’t see…

He liked
the palace, it wasn’t that he didn’t – the gardens were lovely and he often
spent time at the royal menagerie and in the house of tablets, studying, but
today he was feeling particularly ill or mischievous…

“What do
you mean my son is missing?”
The guards
made their obeisance and hoped that they didn’t get executed. Pharaoh groaned
and looked around.
“Never
mind. He will return. If he is not here by midnight tonight it will be on your
heads!” No, Akunumkanon was not in a good mood and only a suicidal fool would
cross him when he was in this mood…

I will
never let him hurt you. Never.
“It wasn’t
the Prince’s fault.”
He didn’t
scream.
He didn’t
know, no one was supposed to know, but then again, he wasn’t just
anyone… and he knew, even before he got the Ring, he knew.
He had
always been able to see the shadows, and what hid in them…

“Mahaado?”
Blue eyes
half-closed but it was all right, no one would see the pain and it would be all
right. His ka monster thrummed beneath his skin as he felt its power activate.
It was all
right.
Even if the
Pharaoh, may he live forever, although Mahaado didn’t think that was a good
idea, knew that he knew, he would not live much longer, not at all…
The Ring
pulsed gently against his chest, spikes digging into his skin, pale crimson
stains…
“Yes,
Prince?”
Atemu
looked at his friend. Something felt off, but he wasn’t trained enough to
detect what yet. He swallowed nervously. This was ridiculous! It was just
Mahaado, his best friend, nothing to get worried about, except…
Fingers twitched a second in a silent spell.
“My
Prince…”
“I hate my
Father.”

Fingers in
his hair – he kept his hair long, even though Seto scoffed at him and Karim
wore a wig since he was bald and Shadah was bald and sometime some idiot had
decided that priests should be bald but he was fairly sure that there was a
good reason for this. Of course there always was.
Ruby met
cobalt, cobalt surrendered…
“Kiss me.”
He didn’t
need to answer that question verbally, now did he?
After that,
everything was deceptively simple…

“You drink
tea?”
“Perhaps I
should request something else-.”
“No. The
servants would talk. They always do.”
“Then I
suppose it’s lucky that I am your Shadow Teacher, is it not?”
“And with
my health being the way it is, and your skills as healer, surely if I faint
here no one will care. Except him.”
“Except
him.” Mahaado agreed.
“I will
kill you if you ever tell this secret.” He pressed the dagger against the older
teen’s throat, drawing blood. Rubies.
Perfect
adoration met his eyes. “I know. If I ever betray you, kill me. Promise me, my
Prince.”
“I
promise.”

“You will
marry Lady Anzu a moon from hence.”
“Yes
Father.”
Marriage,
was it? Well, if she were suitably empty-minded, he could tote her around on
his arm for a few months and have her die in childbirth.
Perfect.
He didn’t want
an heir. He was barely an heir himself, as his father was, Set curse him, still
quite alive. But it was lucky his father was so weak. He hadn’t inherited any
skill with the puzzle.
But he
couldn’t get the puzzle until after his father died. It wasn’t quite fair.
“Mahaado?”
His teacher
– now advisor – materialized out of the shadows and respectfully went into a
bow.
“I’m
feeling rather ill, could you escort me back to my quarters?”
“Of course,
my Prince…”
The royal
guards looked at each other. Sometimes, they felt rather like display pieces. They
had no magic, no ka, and no special skills, just their swords.
Sometimes,
it really sucked being a guard.

“Marriage
is often used for political alliances my Prince. Your father…”
“Mahaado.”
“I am
sorry, my Prince.”
The
nightmare chains locked into play around wrists and ankles. The captor smiled
sweetly, too sweet.
“I don’t
want her.”
The rest
went unspoken.
“I want you
here with me. I want you to protect me forever… and you will *never* betray me.
Never…”
“Never.”

The
marriage went of without a hitch. Of course, that might be because the five
assassins – in full possession of poisoned darts, daggers, and Ra knew what
else, who had been sent to do the job were mysteriously found hours later,
glowing with residue from dark magic.
Priest Seto
tsked, and called some slaves to come clean it up.
How
interesting…
But really,
this wasn’t his job. He’d have a talk with Mahaado later. Their security
sucked.

Anzu was
nervous. The banquet had been concluded, the dancers sent off, wine had flowed
freely, and now she felt dizzy.
The
Princess of Kush sat down miserably on her new bed in her new chambers as the
Great Royal Wife, the Consort, and wondered where her husband, the Crown Prince
was. He hadn’t gotten drunk from what she’d seen, although his father had
gotten a bit lively with the slave girls, but no one ever dared contradict the
Pharaoh, the living Horus, may he live forever…

“I wish….”
Soft
fingers brushed the tangles out of his hair, smoothed sweet-scented almond oil
over his body, danced in shadows…
“Wishing is
for fools.”
Silence. He
stood, watching, watching… there. A sudden motion, a strangled scream, and a
cry of pain…a flash of light before darkness descended over wrought silver.
Silence and
darkness…
He took a
sip of the proffered wine and walked into the room where his wife waited. He
had a duty.

She vomited
incessantly afterwards, willing herself not to cry. It didn’t help.
How could a
man be so damnably cruel?
He slept
soundly, but then again, she was the one on the floor.
Carefully,
she withdrew a hairpin. It would be quick. The jewels glittered brightly,
pearls inlaid in silver…
She struck…

Shadow and
darkness wrapped around him warmly.
The Prince
slept on soundly, knowing that his guardian demon was watching over him. It was
a very comforting feeling. He snuggled deeper into the bed linens.
One must
not waste the tools one has, after all…

“She’s been
poisoned by an assassin’s dagger.” Mahaado reported to the Pharaoh loyally… “It
appears that someone made it into the royal bedroom. One of the ones from
earlier that we caught, perhaps.”
“It was
terribly lucky my son was unharmed.” The threatening edge was quite present.
He inclined
his head.
“I expected
better of you, Mahaado.”
He
understood.
It didn’t
hurt.
Besides,
the mage reflected, watching through his scrying spell, the Pharaoh really
didn’t think far enough.
He licked
the last of the poison off his fingers and smiled at the Prince. No more
evidence. “My Prince…”
Atemu
smiled back.

“Do you
know,” He asked, “How the items were made, my Prince?”
“Of course
I know.” His fingers traced the edges of glitter buried in tanned flesh. “I
have the proof in front of me…”
Somewhere,
the Chief Royal Wife realized with a sickening feeling that she was pregnant.
Pregnant with the Prince’s child…
“Clever of
you, Mahaado.”
“But of
course. You need all the allies you can bring…”
“And no
heir.”
“Exactly.”
“My Dark
Magician… my precious Shadow Spellcaster…”
“I’m not a
full spellcaster yet.”
“No, but
you are… even without the Ring.”
The Ring glittered darkly as both watched it
with jealous eyes. Possessive item, to go with a possessive Prince…
The spell
was deceptively simple.

“I killed a
hundred innocent villagers?”
Guilt
always hits the worst villains. People have the oddest sense of morals…
He kept his
eyes down as he knelt in front of the Pharaoh. Mustn’t look up, or else he’d
see the shadows…
The old
fool broke down almost immediately, clutching his chest.
He watched
impassively as life drained from those eyes. It glittered between his fingers,
a strand of ruby, glowing darkly… it was slow and very painful, but the
silence spell held well. Nothing less for what the man had done to his beloved
Prince after all.
Soul
Exchange…
Then, he
called the guards in.

He had been
tempted to leave the body unburied, but as Guardian of the Royal Tombs, he’d
had to preside over the embalming. Ra, that took forever…
Mana
chirruped to the prince happily. She was a wonderful creation. His apprentice,
of course, quite a nice way to hide the truth, planted two memories of
childhood and she was a perfect drone.
The Prince
liked Mana. He liked playing with dolls after all.
There was a
scream.
It seemed
the Chief Royal Wife was going into premature labor. How unfortunate. The
healers left the corpse when nothing more could be done.
It was
always nice to have a model.
Twisted a
few strands, programming, and of course, it needed loyalty. Keeping the gender
the same would use less power… and the clothing changed, of course.
“I…?”
“Aishizu…”
The
Millennium Tauk glittered around her throat, as if it had always been there. A
pity altering with shadows always left him so weak, but it suited his new role.
The woman’s
bright blue eyes met her creator’s in a silent smile.
Anzu joined
the pharaoh, entombed. Days later, Atemu became Pharaoh, as he was meant to be.
Of course,
now he had two helpers to keep an eye on his beloved Pharaoh, and he had the
Ring to claim its new owner, soon, oh very soon…
But before
the Ring could be claimed, there were events to set into motion.

Really,
Seto had every right to be suspicious. He certainly didn’t remember Mana being
around, for all her claim that she and the Pharaoh and Mahaado had been
childhood friends. He wouldn’t forget a girl as annoying as that so easily
would he?
Perhaps Mahaado
just didn’t want them to kick his apprentice out. Weak fool.
And then
there was Priestess Aishizu… why had they ever let a woman on the team?
Still, no man wanted to wield the Tauk…
Shadah and
Karim were conversing in quiet tones, as if the thought he didn’t understand.
He did. Weak. They were all weak.
To rely on
another person was to be weak.
He fingered
the dagger hidden in the Millennium Rod and watched as Mahaado made his report
to his cousin.
If not for
Atemu, he would be Pharaoh. But the damned priest was always there, keeping
watch. It was rumored that he even slept in Pharaoh’s bed to prevent
assassination attempts. Seto didn’t discredit it.
And that
was when Thief King Bakura entered.

The puzzle
is warm against his chest and he cradles it in his hands and he has to bite
back the laughter bubbling inside him at the sight of the corpse dragged in on
the end of a rope. So this is what his father has been reduced to!
But he has
to act. He noticed the subtle flickers and he understands, and he watches as
they all lose to Diabound, and then Obelisk is summoned and he laughs inside
because everything will be all right now.
Now Bakura
will hate him and become the weapon to end this cursed dynasty. Now his cousin
grows jealous and plots his demise. Now his uncle begins to research and find
what was too loosely buried under watchful blue eyes.
He leaves
and stands on the balcony. Shimon enters. Time to act. He watches as Mahaado
falls to his knees.
Now
punishment does sound interesting… but he gives his forgiveness, because
there is nothing to forgive, and after Shimon leaves, he tastes blood and wine
and darkness. It’s addicting.
He traces
the pointers of the cursed item. “Though I walk through the Valley of Shadow,
you will be by my side…”
The answer
he receives is brilliantly conceived, and the next morning, when they battle,
he understands why Mahaado is so distracted…

The Tomb
Robber has come. He acts and his magic is brilliant, brilliantly dark, and
well, when he dies, does he really? He lost his life long before he was born.
Besides,
the game was fun while it lasted. His acting skills have improved ever so much
since then…
“Spirit-Sorcerer’s
Final Secret! Sacrifice Life to fuse Ba and Ka together!”
The Tomb
Robber looks shocked, but now the Ring is his and meddlesome priest is out of
the way, isn’t he?
That’s all
he has time to think about before the Dark Magic Attack blasts him off the
bridge and into the abyss below.
Mahaado
smiles and then reaches for his beloved Pharaoh one last time.

He cries
and Mana cries, and the rest of the priests don’t press too hard as they stand
in front of the stone slab. It was all Mahaado’s fault anyways, careless, his
own fault for being so weak, Seto whispers, and the others agree.
Aishizu
cries, but no one understands the true reason.
He wipes
his eyes on a handkerchief after they return to the palace, wincing, wishing
that the onion hadn’t stung so much and that the shadow wraiths had been a bit
more difficult to defeat, and less of those cowards. How predictable of
Bakura….
He falls
into dreamless sleep and dreams of madness. Then, he sends out Slifer and the
battle is rejoined, and he falls off the cliff until Hasan rescues him. And
then Shadah finds him and off they go to Kuru Eruna and, well, it’s not his
fault his Father decided to kill those thieves? But he cries just to make sure
Bakura sees it.
And when
the magic glitters around him and resolves and the battle begins, so what if he
doesn’t have the Puzzle?
He doesn’t need
the God Cards when he has this.

Spellbinding
Circle, Magic Cylinder, Mahaado had always been resourceful and if they knew
the future, so what?
It was the
same, even if the light blinded him so badly he had to hide in a maze of
corridors and traps and nightmares to stay away from it, and deal with those
pitiful humans – Anzu had been reincarnated and she’d fallen for him. What
irony!
The Puzzle
was the closet to immortality he could have gotten, in any case, and if he
happens to have a Dark Magician living with him, well, who has to know?
But getting
bashed into those stone pillars had to hurt.
Still, once
the rest of the priests showed up and Karim brilliantly fused their Ka together
that rescued him from making explanations…
Mahaado was
such a good actor. Of course, the shadows probably had something to do
with it, but no one could see, so it didn’t’ matter…

Then, Zork
appeared and it went downhill… no, it didn’t, once he found out what Bakura was
playing with, acting distressed had been second nature sever since he had
joined Yugi and his gang, and wasn’t it wonderful that they had never found his
true soul room and only the door to his false memories?
Idiots.
But in any
case, they summoned Horakhti and Zork was banished, and light won and everyone
was happy. Right…
And then
Isis told him he’d have to die.

“You must
remember, Pharaoh. Isis is not Aishizu.”
“More’s the
pity.” That armor was a pain to get off, but luckily, they didn’t need to do it
by hand.
“I
apologize for my oversight.”
“You could
not have known how the program became corrupted.” Blue eyes brilliant with
agony met his own. “Then again, perhaps you deserve some punishment for that…”
Yes, his spirits were lifting already.
“Yes, my
Pharaoh…”

He’d lost.
The almighty king of games had lost to a pathetic little light!
It was inconceivable! It was – it was-!
Invisible
hands steadied him, warmth…
< You
don’t really think we didn’t plan this? >
< We’re
waiting for you, Pharaoh… >
<
Everything will be fine… >
So he
stepped through the door of light and didn’t look back. As soon as it closed,
he kicked his father in the balls. Hard.
Then, he
hid behind Mahaado.
Perhaps
Eternity would be interesting.

End Fic
Completed 9/10/05
Okay. I bastardized Akunumkanon. I apologize for that. And
Anzu got, er, damaged in the process of the fic. Sorry to her fans. And
I tried to make Seto better, if not a cold emotionless bastard. I don’t think I
succeeded. And yes, in this timeline the Millennium Ring corrupted Mahaado,
unless he really is that scarily loyal! Which could be possible…
*ponders* But anyways, hope ya’ll enjoyed the fic and again, I don’t own
Yu-gi-oh! And I had warnings at the top so if you ignored em its your own
fault!
As on Anzu, Mahaado messed with her – he was the one who
poisoned her when she tried to kill Yami, and later, he caused her to go into
premature labor so he could use her body for other things… like creating
Aishizu. She and Mana aren’t, er, human, since Mahaado made them. I think
that’s it. It could technically still fit into canon…
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