Pharaoh

The darkness sinks, and the newborn sun jumps out from the horizon.

The golden light that illuminated half of the sky dispelled the darkness of the entire Egyptian land in an instant, and dyed the ground with a layer of light golden light.

A ray of golden light fell on the bright white blade, making it all light up, as if the cold sharp blade was also dyed a little hot.

The light refracted by the lit sword blade was so bright that it didn't even stain a bit of color. With the sharpness of the blade, it pierced into the depths of the crimson pupils.

The light flashed across the bright red pupils, like a layer of floating flames ignited in the depths of the pupils of the young Pharaoh.

It seemed to make the bright red color of the pupils reach the limit in an instant.

That extreme tone is just like the last second when the bright red petals are so gorgeous that they are about to wither and the calyx is about to fall apart.

The rising sun leaped from the horizon behind the young pharaoh, stretching the shadow under his feet long, enveloping his whole body in shadow.

But the light of the rising sun reflected from the blade of the dagger resting on his neck just happened to illuminate half of his face.

He looked at his younger brother and didn't speak.

The sharp point of the sword was pressed against his throat, but he turned a blind eye.

His eyes just fell on his brother's face.

The Pharaoh's servants standing behind the young king couldn't see the expression on the pharaoh's face at this moment, but the young king's younger brother standing in front of him who was closer to him than anyone else did not look at it.

Or should I say, dare not look at it.

Yu Yu's gaze moved down slightly, and landed on the light brown neck.

The sharp dagger is there.

The violet-toned pupils trembled slightly, showing a little panic, and even his hands became a little unsteady.

His slightly pale lips pursed vigorously, as if trying to cheer himself up.

His hands gripped the hilt more tightly, and his knuckles were almost white from too much force.

His breathing was a little short at the moment, and his frantically beating heart was hitting his chest desperately, pulling it again and again, as if it would burst out of his chest in the next second.

Can't look up.

The young Wangdi gritted his teeth and clenched the dagger with both hands.

You must not look up, and you must not soften your heart at this time.

For Mahat, nothing is more important than the safety of the Pharaoh.

This is the only bargaining chip he can hold at this moment.

It's not that he doesn't know what his actions mean.

It's not that he doesn't know the consequences of doing so.

But to keep that person, he had no choice.

"Go away, Mahat!"

"Brother Wang!"

"Go away—"

Because he is too loyal, so long as he encounters something related to the pharaoh, the priest Mahat, who is easy to short-circuit his brain, chose to submit.

Because he was afraid of provoking the younger brother who was obviously emotionally unstable at the moment and was almost roaring when he spoke, so as to cause irreparable and terrible consequences, he threw the long sword in his hand and immediately backed away.

He knew in his heart that since he was so close, he would have a chance to rush up and snatch Wang Di's dagger by surprise.

He was just in case...

He didn't dare to gamble, and he couldn't afford to gamble.

Mahat took a deep breath, backed away slowly, and stared at Brother Wang unblinkingly, a little anxious, a little angry, and more doubtful.

Why did Brother Wang do such a thing for this person who he only met a few times?

Because this person saved him?

……

Then, his eyes fell on Pharaoh again, and all of them turned into worries.

...Such a clumsy and flawed posture, if it is the king, it is obviously easy to counter the king's brother...

...But the king remained motionless, allowing his younger brother to put the dagger on his neck...

The hands hanging by his sides were tightly clenched, Mahat gritted his teeth and did not speak, but the nails on his fingertips had already penetrated deeply into his palm.

The young Wangdi's chest heaved more and more because of the panic, and his breathing became more rapid.

He still didn't dare to look up at his brother Wang's face, his whole body was a little stiff and he took a step back slowly.

Just at that step, his hand suddenly loosened.

The sharp dagger fell from his hand, fell to the ground with a snap, and rolled again.

The shadow of the blond hair fell on half of his cheek, and suddenly a drop of sweat rolled out of the shadow, ran down the white cheek, hung on the chin, dropped to the ground and seeped into the bluestone slab.

The young Wangdi didn't say a word.

He just pursed his lips tightly and stood in front of the Pharaoh's enemies.

His shoulders were tense, and his raised left arm protected the man behind his not tall body.

The golden forehead hair swayed gently in the faint morning breeze, and the shadow of the swaying hair from time to time made his eyes faintly visible, unable to see clearly.

In dead silence, he confronted the pharaoh.

Atum looked at him, but he just lowered his head.

Atum didn't take half a step forward, nor did he take a half step back.

They seem to maintain a delicate balance that no one is willing to take the initiative to break - that is an extremely dangerous balance that is about to collapse at the last second that the silk thread that is about to burst can barely maintain.

The last thing to break the balance is an outside voice.

After seeing the young brother throw down the sharp weapon that threatened the Pharaoh, Seth was the first one who couldn't help it.

He just took a step forward, but the sound of his footsteps was extremely clear in this dead silence, and the younger brother, whose spirit had been stretched to the limit, looked up at Seth as if taken aback.

His light purple eyes widened when he saw Seth walking towards him, and the others seemed to be following the same trend.

He looked a little at a loss at Seth who was walking towards him with a gloomy face, and then looked around at the unfriendly eyes cast on him.

Finally, he met the eyes of the aged high priest.

He saw Simon sighed softly, then looked away from him, turned around and walked towards the temple above.

You Yu stared at the High Priest's back for a while, then finally made up his mind and gritted his teeth.

"Silence Sword..."

The gushing magic power was instantly suppressed by the powerful force surging up from all around, and the unimaginable damage suffered by the backlash caused the soul to suffer unimaginable damage, making the pair of light purple eyes widen to the limit due to the severe pain tearing the body .

He coughed in pain, and blood had already oozed from the corner of his lips.

The body swayed unsteadily, Yu Yu staggered and fell forward after all, unable to support himself.

A pair of light brown strong arms stretched out, catching the fallen body of the young brother Wang.

The pair of arms that stretched out in time firmly supported his body that was so weak that he could no longer stand alone.

His cheek was pressed against Atum's chest, and the warm feeling was transmitted from his face, and he could almost hear the beating of the heart in that chest.

The game suddenly felt a little dazed and in a trance.

He raised his head, his light purple eyes meeting the bright red pupils of an icy hue that looked down at him.

He finally wanted to see Atum's expression at the moment.

But his vision suddenly became blurred at this moment, and only a shadow could be vaguely seen in his eyes of that handsome face with sharp lines.

All he could feel was the tightness of the arms around him.

Those hands grasped him so hard that his tight body ached.

Suddenly, Yugi felt that his eye sockets were getting hot.

Atum couldn't see his slightly red eyes because his face was buried in Atum's chest.

He stretched out his hand and hugged the person in front of him tightly.

He closed his eyes, and the heat from the warm skin on his cheek made his eyes even hotter.

Brother Wang...

He opened his lips, but he still couldn't get out the sound in his throat.

His hands tightened the clothes on the back of Yatum, exhausted all his strength, his trembling knuckles seemed to be almost convulsed.

He pressed his face tightly against Atum's chest, and the blood oozing from the corners of his lips stained the snow-white linen clothes in bright hues.

No one could see the twitching corners of his eyes, and no one could see the trembling of his clenched teeth.

Atum will never let that person go.

he knows.

and so……

so----

The young brother's hand holding Pharaoh's clothes was already clenched to the limit, his nails pierced deeply into his palm, and even the clothes he was holding were stained bright red.

The severe pain in the depths of the soul, which is almost unbearable for human beings, penetrated his entire body. It was as if the internal organs were placed in a cold flame and burned to ashes little by little. He could almost clearly feel that little bit of burning. feeling.

He thought he would cry out in pain, but he opened his lips, but the trembling lips could not even penetrate the slightest sound from his throat.

It turned out that the pain was extreme, but he didn't even cry out.

A hurricane suddenly rose from the young Wangdi's body, causing his hair to fly upwards wildly.

It suddenly squeezed out from between Wangdi and Pharaoh with a sudden and strong force, and sent them flying in completely opposite directions.

A ferocious airflow exploded between them along with the whirlwind, thrusting into them abruptly.

This extremely violent airflow violently tore Wangdi and Pharaoh apart——

The young Pharaoh was accidentally pushed back by the sudden air current and took two steps back.

His crimson pupils widened instantly, and he saw the blood on his chest.

That large area of ​​blood, just the little blood oozing from the corner of Brother Wang's lips at the beginning, cannot be stained so deeply and so brightly.

unless……

He looked up suddenly.

He saw what his younger brother would do even if he tried his best to damage his body.

Those were two figures that suddenly appeared behind Wang Di.

The moment the young brother Wang fell backwards, a pair of slender arms stretched out from behind him and caught him.

The girl in a long robe with blue patterns on a white background hugged the master who fell in her arms, her sky-colored clear pupils showed a worried look.

And the young man beside her holding a giant sword as tall as a person watched the group of people in front of her with dangerous eyes, and had already assumed a fighting posture.

"...Take me and...to a safe place..."

It was a sound so faint that only monsters with keen hearing could hear it.

A few inaudible words were annihilated in the whistling whirlwind.

The girl raised her head and exchanged glances with the young man standing beside her.

Then, the silent magician levitates with her unconscious master in her arms and takes to the sky.The silent swordsman watched their backs flying away, and then glanced at everyone.

The giant sword in his hand suddenly disappeared, he bent down and picked up the person his master wanted to protect, and followed the silent magician and flew into the sky.

They didn't go on a killing spree.

For the last order left to them by their master before they fell unconscious was to leave and not to fight.

The remaining whirlwind set off a gust of wind and sand on the ground, and everyone's vision became blurred in an instant.

The swirling wind caused the young pharaoh's golden hair to fly upwards, dancing endlessly above the golden headdress of the pure golden Eye of Horus.

Its violence caused the heavy gold earrings to shake, appearing and disappearing in the shadow of the young king's cheek.

The brilliant light of the newborn morning sun shot from the distant horizon behind the Pharaoh, stretching away the shadows under his feet.

The golden light reflected from the pure gold bracelet on his wrist illuminated his beige hand, which was still stained with blood.

Under the feet of the young Pharaoh, the silver-white dagger shone dazzlingly in the sunlight.

-

Tick.

A drop of water fell and hit the porcelain-white cheek.

Then, the drop of water slid down the edge of that immature face, leaving a light-colored wet trace, which was immersed in the slightly messy golden hair sticking to the cheek.

The fine eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a slight movement.

The pair of pupils were slowly opened, and the bright sunlight fell in for an instant, showing a translucent violet hue.

It was half-closed, but it blinked lightly with a dazed look in its eyes, and then blinked again.

A gleam of light flashed through the depths of the pupils, and the half-closed eyes suddenly opened wide.

You You turned over and sat up all of a sudden, with a flustered expression on his face, his eyes quickly swept around.

Not far from him, a clear spring gurgled from top to bottom through a narrow stone crevice, silently.

The figure lying on the edge of the rock in Xiquan made his eyes widen, and he hurriedly propped up his body and stood up, wanting to run over.

After only taking two steps, his already disobedient legs gave way, and he fell forward, falling heavily to the ground with a thud.

Several bloodstains were wiped out by the fine gravel on the ground on that tender cheek and arm.

As if he didn't realize it, he immediately struggled to get up again, staggered a few steps, and finally stumbled to the front of that person.

Yuyu eagerly stretched out his hands, hugging the young boy who was lying down on the white rock, motionless.

He gritted his teeth and pulled with the last of his strength.

The boy's upper body fell from the rock and fell into his arms, but he fell heavily to the ground because he couldn't bear the weight.

The boy whose half of his body was stained red with blood was breathing quite rapidly, as if suffering from a severe lack of oxygen.

The body in his arms was hot, and the fiery temperature made the bloodless pale cheeks take on a bright red hue like burning life.

The game's violet pupils seemed to be sluggishly staring at the face of the boy in his arms.

He looked at him, his whole body was too stiff to move.

His hand holding the opponent's shoulder tightened a little bit, and it was deeply drawn into the shoulder with a similar skin color to his.

As if he was afraid that the person in his arms would suddenly disappear in front of him, he used his last weak strength to hug him tightly.

His fingers tightening on the opponent's shoulders trembled as if in convulsions.

The boy in his arms felt nothing.

The furrowed brows, the chapped lips stained with blood, and the rapid panting indicated the great pain he was enduring even in a coma.

Suddenly, big teardrops gushed out from those light purple pupils full of moisture, and dripped down on the hot cheeks of the person in his arms.

The game suddenly couldn't cry by itself.

His tensed shoulders twitched violently, like a wronged child.

In a trance, it seemed that something burst out of his entire chest at this moment, and he could no longer control all the behaviors of his body.

In the blink of an eye, that immature face was stained with tears.

[Have we met before? 】

【…】

【...He won't hurt me. 】

[As long as it's something you don't like, I won't do it. 】

[I don't want to treat him as an enemy. 】

[Pharaoh is my enemy, but you are not, no matter in the past, present, or future. 】【I don't want to see you get hurt. 】

[It feels good to see you by my side when I open my eyes. 】

【I think... If it was him, I could believe it. 】

[Game, if there is one person in this world that I can trust, then it is only you. 】Why is he always defenseless in front of that person.

Why does it feel like a part of my body is missing when the hand holding him is released?

Why did he feel almost suffocated in a trance and reluctance when watching that figure disappear.

Why doesn't he want to lose him even if he violates Atum...

——All the questions were finally answered at this moment——

The boy with violet pupils hugged the person in his arms, and he hugged him very tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go, he would not be able to grasp anything.

The person in his arms was still drowsy, and there was an abnormal blush burning on his bloodless cheeks.

His pale lips squirmed unconsciously, as if he was saying something indistinctly.

The man's hand tightly clenched his hand, so tightly that it hurt his hand.

You You pursed his lips, and pressed half of his cheek against the hot forehead of the other party, the remaining tears soaked the golden hair stained with blood.

The only remaining right half of his cheek was mostly covered by his messy blond hair sticking to his wet cheek, only the tears rolling down from the shadow of the blond hair, and the trembling but bitten Tight lower lip.

After a while, the bitten lips finally loosened, leaving a deep tooth mark on it.

The lips that had been bitten deeply trembled, and slowly spit out a few words.

"another me."

The morning sun illuminated the true face that was exposed to the sun for the first time.

After the magic that concealed his appearance faded, what was revealed was a face that was exactly the same as that of the young Pharaoh except for the skin color.