Past Present and Future
Rating: Teen-16
It was a dream. It had to be. How else could he possibly explain seeing Bakura
in a tutu dancing across the room? Actually, it looked to be the Spirit of the
Ring, so there was no way it was real. Nonetheless, he did dance quite nicely.
It was either the death scene from Swan Lake or maybe the Sugar Plum Fairy’s
dance from the Nutcracker. He wasn’t sure, but it was very pretty watching
Bakura running around in tights...that is until the teacher called Yugi’s name.
Yugi looked up at her wondering how she got in his dream before he remembered
where he really was. Seventh period. Mathematics. School! With eyes wide open,
he stared at her muttering an apology about not feeling well. It must have shown
on his face. With only ten minutes left to the school day she let him leave
class, accompanied by his friends Jounouchi and Honda, but only after making
them promise to get Yugi right home. It would not do to have an ill student fall
on the way home by himself.
Yugi made it home most of the way, if you did not count the last five blocks
that his friends had to carry him between them. Neither boy recalled ever seeing
the small duelist in such condition; after all didn’t the Millennium Puzzle and
Yami keep him healthy? Speaking of which...where was Yami, they wondered. The
Spirit of the Puzzle was always in charge when there was a threat to his other.
Wasn’t an illness a threat? Didn’t it matter to the Spirit that Yugi was
delusional? For on the way, he kept speaking of his missing life. They dismissed
the idea, figuring that just maybe they were imagining things, after all who
could possibly understand the rantings of someone in a fever?
~~~~~
He stood watching the lone figure on the throne. No one else would notice the
slight difference in his posture, the way his words seemed to come at a more
thoughtful pace. No one but the one who knew him so well. Something was wrong,
and he didn’t like it at all. It was time to end the processional for this day.
He signaled to the guards, and then watched as they started to move the people
out of the room before approaching the Pharaoh. “My Pharaoh, it has been a long
day. Perhaps before the night’s meal you would like to rest.”
The petioning by the people had worn him out more than usual, he had to agree.
Laying his head down upon his bed seemed the most wonderful of ideas. “Come with
me, Priest. We have need to talk.” He stood, slower than normal, again only
noticed by the one, and headed to his chambers followed by said Priest a
respectful pace behind.
The guards wearily eyed the man as he followed the Pharaoh into his room. No one
else ever dared to enter this way, then again the Pharaoh never allowed anyone
else to enter. It wasn’t their place to question the judgment of the living god;
they were just men after all. However, if anything were to happen to him, they
would kill the first person they came to, be he thief or priest.
Walking inside the Pharaoh’s private chambers the Priest was surprised when the
back of his head met forcefully with the wall behind him. He looked down into
the crimson eyes of his Pharaoh, his god incarnate, who was holding him back
with such strength it sent a wave of shock through his body.
A smirk crossed his face, “I thought we needed to talk.” The Pharaoh pulled his
head down capturing the mouth of the Priest in a kiss, taking away any chance he
had to complain.
The heat coming off the Pharaoh’s form was impossible. He struggled to break off
their kiss, the need for his thought overriding the want from his lust. “We need
to call a healer, your body burns.”
“Only for you my love, I’ve waited for you all day, listening to the peasants
and their petty complaints.” He released his hold on the taller man then walked
over to the bed sitting down on the edge. A hand rose toward the Priest, asking
him to come. “You worry too much.”
“It’s my job.” He knelt down at the Pharaoh’s feet, “I have to make sure you are
safe for the good of the country.” A displeased frown crossed the Pharaoh’s face
at this statement. “I want to make sure you are safe for me. I don’t want
anything to happen to you.”
“And nothing will, Set as long as you sit there talking. Come to me. Besides the
fact that you look ridiculous on the floor, you will be the one to get ill.” He
could see the concern in the other’s eyes. “Fine, go call for a healer if that
will stop this worrying of yours. But afterward, you will make it up to me in
many ways.”
“I really just want to make sure you are well.” He stood to leave, first
stopping to kiss his lover’s forehead. It felt even warmer now; this was not a
good sign. “I will be right back. Why don’t you wait for me to return in bed?
That way, when the healer pronounces you well enough, we can get to my ‘making
it up’ to you.”
The Pharaoh agreed that this was a good idea and started to undress, “I always
knew you were a smart boy, Set. Hurry back with this healer of yours so we can
get to more interesting uses of the time.”
~~~~~
Yugi’s friends stayed with him while his grandfather went to the pharmacy to get
some medicine for the boy. Both were starting to worry even more since Yugi had
passed out as soon as they got to his home. They tried several times to get a
response from either him or Yami to no avail. When Yugi’s Grandfather returned,
he promised both of them he would have Yugi call as soon as he was able, but
that he really should rest at least for the night ahead.
Jounouchi and Honda left, knowing they would be worried about their friend until
they heard from him.
Upstairs, unable to discern reality from the odd fantasy that his head seemed
fogged with, Yugi called out the one name he knew for sure was real besides his
own. He couldn’t understand why no one answered him. There was a door blocking
his way, he knew this door, had traveled through it before many times. It was
Yami’s door but now it wouldn’t open to him, refusing to move at his touch.
Banging on the door, Yugi called out to his other but still no answer came from
within…
~~~~~
The Priest returned as soon as he could with a trusted healer from the city. He
prayed to the gods that he was just imagining things. It would destroy the
country for the Pharaoh, the eternally reborn god Ra, to be ill. Gods did not
get sick. Die, well yes they died but only when their new bodies where ready for
them.
They entered the Pharaoh’s chambers, and the Priest went to reawaken the
sleeping form lying on the bed. “My Pharaoh, the healer is here to see you.”
Scarlet eyes slowly opened, out of focus, seeming to stare through him. “Kaiba?
What are you doing here?” The eyes blinked a few times more trying to clear the
fog that clouded them.
The Priest turned to look at the healer demanding answers for the Pharaoh’s
sounds. Neither one had understood the strange words, and it caused both to
worry even more so than originally. “Pharaoh?”
“Set, please do not shout. My head feels like the Nile has flooded over into
it.” He sat up looking at the men in his chambers.
“I apologize, Sire, that my voice was displeasing to you.” He bowed his head to
the Pharaoh, kneeling at the same time and pulling the healer down with him. “It
seems that you were still in Atraxia’s arms when we arrived.”
“Arise. I shall deal with you later, Priest. For now let us see this healer of
yours, so he may leave as soon as possible.”
The only thing found after a thorough exam by the healer was that the Pharaoh
was feverish. Set was ready to toss the healer out on his ear, he had already
known that. The healer did hand him a potion that the Pharaoh was to drink a
portion of right away and then again later if the fever did not leave. Before he
left, the healer pulled the Priest out of the room to speak privately.
“I do not like this fever, there is always a cause for the body to react thus.
But in this case, there is no obvious other signs of distress.” He watched the
Priest to determine if he understood his words. “I am also not sure how often
Atraxia sends a lover into a foreign land, but if he speaks these strange words
again, come and get me immediately. They may have a further meaning.” He turned
then, leaving the Priest with his own thoughts on the matter.
Looking over the bottle the healer had left with him, Set walked back into the
room determined that the Pharaoh was going to drink all of it if that was what
would be required.
The Pharaoh was still sitting up on the bed waiting for his return. “I do
believe you owe me.” A disappointed look crossed his face when the Priest handed
him the drink. “This is not what I was talking about, lay with me now Priest,
for your healer found nothing wrong with me.”
“Drink first. Because that’s not exactly, true. You are feverish, he just didn’t
find out why.” He stood still waiting for the Pharaoh to start drinking the
liquid before he agreed to the command. Sitting down next to the Pharaoh, he
noticed the heat coming off the barely covered body did seem less. It could have
been the fact that the exposed skin was open to the air, cooling it or just
maybe the healer’s potion was already working. Either way, he felt better as
long as the Pharaoh was better.
“You are too deep in thought Priest, leave it for the night.” He turned the
Priest’s face to his capturing Set’s lips once again. Soft and hungry at the
same time, lips pressed hard against each other in a fierce need forcing all
thoughts from the day out of mind. The slight bitter taste of the herbs still
lingered in the Pharaoh’s mouth and through the kiss, the Priest breathed them
in, their scent mingling in his head with the normal intoxicating scent of his
love. He barely felt the hands sliding over his body, stripping him of the robes
he wore. The cooler air caressed his skin and he longed for the warmth of his
lover’s touch.
A part of his mind that still decided to work poked at him; if he was feeling
the temperature drop so would the other, “Atemu, you are going to catch
something.”
“Yes I am…you.” His hands wondered over the nude form of his bedmate, stroking
the fine muscles that made up his chest. “I told you, I’ve been longing for this
all day. Don’t deny me Set, not now.”
Set looked into the large crimson eyes, “When have I ever denied you anything?
I’m yours…forever.”
onward
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