By Sakata Ri Houjun
Warning: Yaoi. Ancient Egypt story that follows the past
relationship between the High Priest Seth and a neglected servant
he rescued. Other pairings will spring up throughout.
AN: This was a chat that was conspired between me and the
ever-talented Sibby. What started out as something fun grew to
such un-godly proportions that I had little choice but to create
a fic to contain it all. Of course, other people have contributed
to this fic: Ginga-san, Ekindu, and Jamie.
A whisper of billowing linen was the only sound that followed
the Hem-netjer-tepey* as he stalked from the grand chamber that
served as a dueling arena for the Pharoah's most trusted, the
massive alabaster halls ringing with absolute silence at his
departure. As the keepers of the Sennen items, the six chosen
priests gathered every day before their ruler to train and hone
their skills, strengthening the control they weilded over dark
magic and the creatures they summoned. However, the training was
for far more than just to exert power over your opponent; it was
to also proove true strength of heart among the gaurdians, for if
they could not stand together, then surely the empire would
crumble before their enemies. Yet, for the newest member
initiated into the revered ranks, the pressure to succeed weighed
heavily upon his young shoulders.
Barely a man in the eyes of the gods, the son of one of the
original Sennen protectors had advanced beyond leaps and bounds,
prooving himself to be worthy of his rank and station. But even
as his fellow priests witnessed his first loss at the hands of
the Pharoah's closest advisor, Mahaado, it was certain that Seth
still had a long way ahead of him. Even Tutenyami admitted
secretly to himself as he watched Seth duel that he was vastly
impressed by the strength and skill that his newly titled High
Priest showed, a cool demeanor in those azure eyes that
intimidated even him. But Seth had one major flaw that prevented
the brunette from suceeding in this match: he relied too much on
Though such power could surely summon the strongest of beasts
from the sacred Temple of Tablets south of the Palace, it was
Mahaado's sheer might stemming from his heart and the loyalty
housed within that brought forth victory to the soft spoken
priest. Not one of the spectators present missed the brief flash
of fury that glittered within the peircing depths of the High
Priest before he made his hasty departure, but no one made a move
to stop him lest his wrath was turned on them. In the short time
Seth had come to work among the Sennen gaurdians, all learned to
bear with the High Priest's temper, affording the imposing
brunette space and time to cool off else he became unbearable to
To Seth however, this was not just a mere defeat, but a
crushing loss to his pride. He had no choice but the leave the
stifling arena and the staring eyes of his predecessors,
progressing straight past the startled gaurds and out of the
palace, angry at himself for losing so quickly and against such a
weak spirit creature as well. Seth didn't stop until he had
passed the walls surrounding the immense courtyard, knowing full
well that his father and fellow Priest, Akunadin, certainly did
not approve of his loss to Mahaado. But this didn't matter to the
teen as he progressed through the city, Sennen Scepter shaking in
a white-knuckled grip. As he moved through the bustling
marketplace, the press of common people parted out of fear from
the presence of one with such regal and holy bearing, bowing
their heads, some even whispering prayers of reverance. But Seth
paid them no heed, far too lost in his anger.
Just as the High Priest reached the outskirts of the bazaar, a
slight commotion caught his waning attention. From among the
throng of awed people, a slender youth streaked out, his bare
feet pounding hard across the packed sand. His skin gleamed a
dark bronze, hair a myriad of golden blonde, streaked from the
sun and hanging about his eyes. His clothing was nothing more
than a simple tunic, tattered and worn in a few places, a pair of
bracelets on his wrists the only ornamentation. Seth halted in
his steps, wondering what this wayward youth would want of him,
finding that his anger, though strong and consuming his thoughts
a moment ago, was abating out of curiousity.
Half a heartbeat later, he found his answer as a grating voice
carried out harshly through the tightly pressed crowd.
"Don't run away from me, you damn brat!"
The youth turned his head to look fearfully behind him, and in
that instant he bumped into the unyeilding hardness of Seth's
body. Stumbling back, the blonde looked up, a rich honey gaze
staring, widening further in fear at the sight of the High Priest
in his full reignment, those hard blue orbs sending a chill
through his body. This became the perfect oppurtunity for the one
who shouted to make his appearance, an aging man of medium build
shoving his way through the crowd, looking as though he had once
been muscled but evently grew soft over time, clothed in the rich
robes of a merchant. In one hand, he carried an ornate bottle of
beer, the other raised in a meaty fist which instantly struck the
blonde youth squarely upside the head as soon as he drew close
enough, sending him sprawling to the sand in a tangle of
Much to Seth's amusement, the red-faced man apparently was too
infuriated, and perhaps intoxicated, to take notice of his
presence though he stood scant feet away, observing everything.
"Don't you dare try to run away from me again you stupid
child!" One sandaled foot roughly kicked into the side of
the cowering youth, no sound escaping despite the strength of the
blow. "You want to escape so badly, I'll send you to
hell!" With that prononcement, he chunked the half-full
bottle which slammed into the blonde's shoulder with a sickening
Something sparked within the High Priest's bosom and before
the merchant could utter another scathing threat to the cowering
boy, he stalked forward, putting himself between the two, his
scepter raised athouratively in his hand. "Enough!" The
brunette fixed the man with a hard stare, all the anger he had
felt before at his defeat earlier now focused at this drunken
fool. "No more, shewtey!* If you want this boy you must pass
first through me!" By now all business in the market had
ceased around them to watch the scene unfold; a few hushed
whispers murmured softly throughout the crowd in speculation.
Lips curled in anger as the merchant looked up at the imposing
priest, his inebrated brain not yet recognizing who it was that
had bothered to step between him and the blonde youth. But
eventually a spark of recognition blazed within and the
red-rimmed eyes widened in horror as he moved to kow tow before
the High Preist, heart pounding in fear for his very eternal
spirit. "Forgive me, Hem-netjer-tepey! I was not aware that
you had graced us with your presence!" the merchant sniveled
From behind Seth, the trembling blonde chanced a look,
realizing that someone had actually stepped in to intervene on
his behalf. All he could see was the flow of purple and white
linen and the flash of gold, yet he knew it was the
ornately-dressed man he had bumped into, the one with the
piercing blue eyes. His scared honey gaze flickered to his
father, catching a glare that promised a thousand deaths over and
he quickly looked away, as though just that gaze alone was
causing him physical harm.
Khol-lined eyes narrowed further; Seth had not missed the
glare shot at the blonde from the merchant and the plighted harm
contained therin. "What has this boy done to warrant your
rage? By the God Maat, I command you, shewtey djed!*" He had
yet to move from his protective stance over the blonde, remaining
between the two. The High Priest could not explain the compassion
he felt for the petrified youth and the sudden need he felt to
protect him. But the wounded look in those eyes compelled Seth to
take action instead of walking away and ignoring this misfortune.
The ruddy-faced man chanced a glance up at the priest, the
sun-lined face pulling into a beggarly expression of pleading.
"Hem-netjer-tepey, that ungrateful wretch of a boy is my
only son and therefore mine to do with as I please. He disobeys
my orders and runs away, and so I am forced to punish him."
At the word 'punish', the blonde shivered violently, his arms
moving to hold himself as he recalled such punishments that had
been invoked with little or no provocation at all. This had not
escaped Seth's attention whatsoever as he was continiously
observant. The boy's body prooved testament on behalf of the
blonde's defence, the evidence of just how much the cowering boy
behind him had suffered only fueling the ire he felt towards the
The High Priest scowled darkly as he raised his scepter before
the man and the Sennen item began to glow lightly, adding to the
menacing picture Seth presented. "Tell me what has this boy
done to deserve the quicking you have caused him." There was
a coldness to his baitone voice that could freeze the desert
itself as he spoke to the irrate man and Seth took immense
pleasure in watching him cringe in reaction. "Djed!"
"... ... ..." The merchant was completely helpless
to come up with an acceptable answer, transfixed in horror at the
sight of the scepter glowing omniously as it was held in front of
"I command you to answer me, iew!* Or is it that you know
you have a heavy heart." Seth smirked at his own words,
knowing that this man was indeed lucky he was not the Keeper of
the Sennen Scales else he would have surely fed his soul to
Ammit. The High Priest then turned to the cringing boy, his harsh
expression softening at the heart-wrenching sight presented him.
"Can you rise, boy?"
With a jerking nod, the blonde clambered shakily to his feet,
his head angled down towards the sandy ground, sun-streaked hair
shadowing his wounded gaze. His arms clasped about his trembling
body as though to ward off any more blows, seeming to expect
being hit again. For all the world, he appeared younger than the
High Priest, hunched over and cowering, refusing to glance up,
"I'm taking him with me, you will have no say!" Seth
tossed severely over his shoulder at the pudgy merchant, not even
bothering to waste time looking at the despicable excuse of a
human any longer. With that he strolled off calling to the
blonde, "Ii."* All around, those that had gathered
began to immediately go about their business, leaving the
wretched merchant to stand out alone in the middle of the street.
The blonde youth hesitated for a moment, weighing his options.
He would be leaving the only home he had ever known, but that
would mean no more nights of fear and pain, no more beatings. But
in following the High Priest, wouldn't he be willingly following
a stranger who quite possibly did not care for him? He opened his
mouth to protest about this new arrangement, but at the same time
his father rose from the dusty street, eyes blazing with hatred.
The blonde reacted instinctively, running off to catch up with
the richly-clothed priest, holding his wounded side and keeping
his head ducked low, looking no more than a beaten dog with its
tail between its legs.
Through the streets, the humbled youth followed mutely after
the taller man, his eyes trained low, focusing on the hem of the
regally-colored cape that shimmered with each step the High
Priest took. The brunette slowed his strides as they neared the
walls of the outer courtyard, allowing the boy to catch up as he
glanced over his shoulder. "What is your name, boy?"
The blonde looked up briefly, catching that piercing blue gaze
once again only to look away, unable to keep the sliver of fear
he felt out of his voice. "k-kasiya..."* the answering
response came softly, but the depth of his tone indicated that
the blonde in question was a bit older than he first appeared,
perhaps even the same age as his new 'master', much to Seth's
"You will be staying with me, Kasiya. No longer do you
belong to that man." He spat out that last part, as though
talking with the shrewd merchant left a foul taste in his mouth.
As Seth walked down the path of the gardens, the servants moved
aside and let the regal priest pass, eyes lowered respectfully.
Their voices were in hushed awe as the High Priest moved past,
leading the newly aquired Kasiya back to the palace.
The blonde youth's heart was pounding hard against his ribs,
not knowing if he should be thanking the gods for this miraculous
savior who came to his aid, taking comfort that he'd never again
be beaten or touched by his father and his associates. But then
again, he knew nothing of the one who would be his rescuer other
than what the occasional official from the Pharoah's court
gossiped about in passing while he was silently 'entertaining',
and even then it wasn't much. Kasiya's shoulders itched as he
felt the eyes of strangers staring at him, watching him. He could
hear them whispering, wondering why someone like him was being
led away by the High Priest Seth towards the gleaming alabaster
jewel that was the palace.
How ironic that he was asking himself those same questions.
Hem-netjer-tepey - High Priest
shewtey - merchant
djhed - speak
iew - dog (you'll see this used a lot)
Ii - come
Kasiya - a name that means 'depart'