Pharaoh

As the sun sets, half of tomorrow floats in the place where the floating clouds and the Nile River water meet. It looks like the floating clouds and the Nile River water are clustered together and burnt into a fiery red hue.

Then, the cluster of flames that flushed half of the sky went out little by little on the horizon until it became dim.

And the young man whose white porcelain cheeks were illuminated with a light layer of fire light did not move his position until the light of the setting sun on his face disappeared.

The young Wangdi curled up on a seat that was big enough for three people, and looked even smaller in comparison.

Occasionally, he hugged his knees, tilted his head and put his chin on the knees, and stared out the window at the beautiful scenery of the Nile River shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun.

After looking at it for a while, I got tired of watching it, so I looked away, lowered my head, and fiddled with the black shackle on my right foot as if bored.He stretched out his hand to grab the shiny black chain and tugged it. The palm of his hand was cold but smooth, obviously carefully carved and polished.

The chains made a small rattling sound as he swung, and occasionally they collided with each other, making the crisp sound of iron objects.

When Priest Seth opened the door and walked into the room, he saw this scene.

The young Wangdi curled up in a corner of the wide seat, lowered his head and tugged at the chains on his feet, just like a kitten whose neck was tied to a chain and couldn’t get free, so he had to fiddle with a cat that was tied to its own chain pitifully. .

I am used to seeing the free and unrestrained expression of the kitten who is used to running around because of its noble blood. When I first saw this pitiful appearance, it made people angry, funny, and a little bit unbearable.

Seth saw that when he pushed the door and walked in, Wangdi, who was listlessly fiddling with the chain, immediately raised his head, his eyes sparkling.

But after seeing him, those bright eyes dimmed slightly, and a discouraged expression appeared on that immature face.

Seth walked over, bent over, and put his hands on the black shackles on his bare right foot.

A flash of light flashed, and the complex runes on the anklets brightened and dimmed again.

All of this didn't happen quickly, but Wang Di, who was curled up on the chair, didn't stop the struggle in the slightest, and even resisted the subconscious movement of his right foot to shrink back.

Seth straightened up, glanced at You out of the corner of his eye, turned around and walked to the stone pillar not far away, raised his hand and lit a lamp hanging on the stone pillar.

The sky had already darkened, and the sporadic and weak starlight in the night sky was no longer enough to illuminate the darkness of the Egyptian land.

"Since I knew it would become like this, why did I do that kind of thing in the first place?"

The great priest with blue pupils said that he turned his back to Wang Di, and the lights danced endlessly on his handsome cheeks.

It wasn't an accusation, a question, or a sarcasm, but the tone of his speech, or what should be said... was more like the impatient complaint of the great priest.

"Seth is not the same."

The young Wangdi picked up a large and soft white cloak hanging on the armrest of the seat, and wrapped himself around his body.

When the night fell, the wind in Egypt had brought a bit of coolness.

"You know that those things will make Brother Wang angry, why do you still have to do them?"

Some things, even if you know what the consequences will be, you have to do it.

He has no regrets.

He's just a little uncomfortable...

Three days have passed.

After that day, Atum never stepped into this room again, obviously unwilling to see him again.

I was used to the care and doting of the young pharaoh without any trace on a daily basis, so the indifferent treatment I received at this moment after getting used to it was even more uncomfortable.

Seth didn't answer, but turned his head sideways, looking down at the game in a condescending attitude.

"If the king doesn't come, why don't you just wait like this?"

he asks.

"Brother Wang...will not leave me alone."

Yugi replied in a low voice, shaking his head slightly.

The golden hair swayed with his head, refracted a gleam under the firelight, and fell into the depths of his pupils.

Seth didn't say anything more, he walked towards the door, and before leaving, he lit another lamp near the window.However, the moment he put his hand on the door, he suddenly spoke again.

"It's time for you to mature, Brother Wang, it's impossible for Wang to take care of you forever."

He didn't look back, "The granddaughter of the High Priest of Lower Egypt was sent to the palace three days ago..."

He paused at this point, "...the king is not young anymore, it's almost time to marry the princess."

The Egyptian prince raised his head in astonishment, and looked at the back of the great priest standing at the door.

"You mean, Brother Wang has been preparing for the wedding these days? That's why he didn't come..."

In the middle of his words, he suddenly stopped, but he clenched his hand on the seat unconsciously.

Seth didn't answer his words, but looked back at him meaningfully, then opened the door and left here without saying a word.

The door closed again, and You You knelt on the large seat, a little dazed.His head was slightly tilted upwards, and the direction of his gaze seemed to be watching the lights jumping on the stone pillars in front of him.

The light that fell into his pupils also danced with the firelight, making it look like something was flickering in his eyes.

He clenched his hands even tighter, and a sense of panic that had arisen from the depths of his heart suddenly spread and swept his whole body.

Atum ignored him for someone else, something that had never happened before.

Or rather, he never thought that such a thing would happen.

Yatum...Brother Wang is really tired of things like him...

Seth had said long ago that he was safe, and he had just thought it was ridiculous.But thinking about it now, maybe Seth was right.

【Who is that proud person? 】

All along, he knew that he was the most special person to Atum.

Deep down in his heart, he had always been proud of this, which was why he did things that Egypt could not tolerate again and again to provoke the Pharaoh's bottom line.

Relying on his special position in Atum's heart, he was confident.

[Wang's tolerance also has a bottom line. 】

Yu Yu does not regret doing those things, even if he does it all over again, he will still make the same choice.

He was just finding out that Atum's affection for him might be worn out in this one thing after another... He couldn't control the panic that swept through his body.

You Yu didn't want to think about it anymore, the dancing fire light unknowingly caused his vision to shake and blur.

A sense of fatigue emanating from deep within his body and limbs made him close his eyes in the flickering firelight.

-

In the dead of night, a full moon hangs high in the night sky, and the bright moonlight shines all over the earth.

With a creak, the door opened quietly, and a ray of moonlight coming in through the skylight refracted a pure golden light on the headdress of the Eye of Horus on the visitor's forehead, illuminating that handsome light brown face.

The bright red pupils that seemed to emit light even in the dark looked around the room and landed on the large seat in front of the window.

The young Wangdi was half lying on it, with his head tilted and leaning against the armrest, as if he was in a deep sleep.

A white cloak that was probably used to keep warm slipped off Wang Di's body and piled softly under the seat, covering most of the shiny black chains.

The young pharaoh watched his brother for a long time, and finally stepped forward.

He bent down slightly, and stretched out light brown fingers to caress the white and tender forehead. Feeling the coolness on the white skin, the fingertips stopped on the temples with a little hesitation.

Perhaps because he felt the warmth coming from his temples, the sleeping Wangdi turned his head to one side, and the warmth of his skin made Yuyu subconsciously rub his cheeks, probably to make him feel cold. The cheeks draw more heat from it.

That warm hand touched Yugi's face, at first it seemed that he wanted to wake him up.

But when his hand was about to touch the cheek that was blown cold by the night wind again, the young Pharaoh's movements paused, and he seemed to have a little hesitation.

Then, he bent down, passed his hands under the armpits and knees of Wang Di who was half lying on the seat, and hugged his Wang Di.

The dragging chain made a slight rattling sound as he moved, and from the corner of his blushing eyes, he glanced at the shaking chain on the ground, revealing a complex expression of unknown meaning.

Even in his sleep, the warm and comfortable feeling on the left half of his body still made Wang Di take the initiative to shrink his body into Yatum's arms, and tilted his head towards him.

Atum had already hugged him tightly, and with this movement, Wang Di's forehead lightly brushed against his cheek, and the soft golden hair fluttered slightly, sliding across his chin, bringing A little tickle.

The crimson pupils stared silently at the immature and familiar face similar to him, and the sleeping Wang Di let out small breathing sounds, and the warm breath passed over the skin of his neck.

He exhaled lightly, closed his eyes, and pressed his cheek against the soft forehead, feeling the hair on the forehead that was fluttered by the breeze slipped over his chin or neck time and time again, the hair was soft and full of breath. There is a hint of coolness.

The soft body held in his arms seemed to have not been touched for a long time, and there was a feeling of nostalgia.

This idea flashed by, and the young king suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

The person in his arms was his younger brother whom he almost loved... When the sharp edge of the dagger was aimed at his throat, his mind went blank.

……

That was not the first time.

Every time, it was thanks to the person in my arms.

That was perhaps the most embarrassing moment of his life.

It was like the unspeakable humiliation that something was thrown under his feet and trampled on.

……

When the crimson pupils opened again, the trance look in the depths of the eyes had already disappeared without a trace, and the sharp and cold eyes shot out again.The young Pharaoh turned and walked to the bed with his brother in his arms.

He bent down and put the person in his arms on the bed.

Then, he straightened up, turned around cleanly and wanted to leave without any hesitation.

The moment he turned around, the bright red cloak flew up behind him.

The young Pharaoh didn't notice that his brother, who was carried to bed by him, had woken up at some point and was rubbing his eyes sleepily.

When the wind blown by the flying bright red cloak, Wang Di opened his light purple eyes wide, straightened up from the bed, and stretched out his hand to grab the flying cloak——

Didn't notice the movements of the younger brother behind him, the young king who was already in an unsteady state where he had just stepped forward, landed on the ground, and was about to lift, was suddenly pulled by the sudden force behind him and lost his balance. .

Snapped.

Atum threw his whole body backwards and fell suddenly on the bed.

The elbow that bent back reflexively to support the off-balance body hit the bed hard, and even with the soft cushion, the impact immediately made Atum's hands numb and tingling.

"Brother Wang! You, are you okay, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Lying on the bed and looking at the flustered Wangdi sitting next to him, Yatum suddenly felt a little headache.

This scene always feels familiar.

It was also the time when I met his younger brother not long ago...

The young Pharaoh coldly pushed away and sat kneeling beside him, looking worriedly at his younger brother, and tried to sit up with his upper body propped up.

Brother Wang on the side stretched out his hand to help him, but he waved his hand away impatiently.

"Brother Wang, I have something to say..."

"I don't have time to listen."

When the game was interrupted indifferently again, Atum sat up on the bed with his upper body propped up, and moved his right hand. Although his elbow still hurt a little, it didn't seem to be a serious problem.

He got up, intending to leave.

But at the moment when he was about to get up, suddenly a pair of hands reached out and grabbed his shoulders.

The hands that were holding his shoulders violently pushed his upper body, which had already sat up, so that he fell back on the bed again.

The young king, who was a little stunned, hadn't reacted yet. The shadow in front of him flickered, and his younger brother stepped up and sat on him, holding his shoulders tightly with both hands, as if he wanted to use this to press him on the bed. .

The young Pharaoh stared at his brother with a frown.

Although if he just got serious, he could easily shake off the game that was sitting on him and trying to suppress him at the moment.

He didn't move, just looked at the other party coldly, and asked the other party what he wanted to do with a hint of impatience in his silent eyes.

Seeing his cold gaze, the violet pupils stared at him unblinkingly, shrank slightly, showing a sad look.

Sitting on him, Wang Di tightly pursed his lips, his immature face was wrinkled, as if he was holding back his tears.

"Even talking to me is a waste of time?..."

Her tightly pursed lips looked a little pale in the moonlight.

The hands on Atum's shoulders couldn't control the slight trembling of the fingertips even though they tried hard to hold back.

"To Brother Wang, is the princess who is about to marry more important than me?!"

"I just want to tell Brother Wang that I—"

Even though he understood that this kind of thing was a matter of course, the sense of loss that would almost swallow him hovered in his heart like a monster, making him uncomfortable.

In the past, even if Atum wanted to marry Rebecca, it didn't matter, because the person that Atum valued most was him.

But now it's-

Suddenly the clothes on his chest were tightly grabbed, and then pulled down by that hand.

Unable to resist this strong force, Yugi leaned forward and fell down, immediately lying on Yatum's body.

Before he could recover from his shock, he suddenly saw the handsome face of the Pharaoh, who was close to his nose and almost touching his nose, enlarged to the limit.

The low but sharp sound pierced his head like a sharp knife.

"I'm tired of hearing your lies!"

The undisguised anger stared at him viciously with bright red pupils that were as hot as flames. The Young King stared at him like a wild beast that wanted to devour the prey in front of him alive.

"Time and time again, you're always lying!"

Under the piercing and suppression of the extremely penetrating voice, the game could only subconsciously make the weakest rebuttal under the panic.

"I do not have……"

"You always say that I am the most important, but every time, you will always give up on me for others - even a lowly servant is more important in your eyes!"

The anger that the young king had suppressed and accumulated for a long time finally erupted completely at this moment.

The fingers he was holding onto the clothing on Yu Yu's chest were so hard that it almost tore the solid fabric completely.

"You were forced to stay in Egypt, and you always wanted to go back. Yes, I know! But so what?"

"I won't allow it, you can't go anywhere!"

The moonlight of the bright full moon shone in from the skylight, passed over the young prince's shoulders, and fell into the crimson pupils that seemed to be burning with flames.

They glowed reddish in the darkness, almost melting the gold ornaments of the Eye of Horus on their foreheads into the bright red.

The bright red cloak spread out on the bed, like a red flame burning violently behind the young king, dazzlingly gorgeous.

"What do you want to say? Want to leave Egypt? Want to go home?—that's all you want to say!"

"Brother Wang, I..."

"Shut up! I don't want to hear it!"

The words trying to justify were interrupted again, and the Pharaoh, who was already in a state of rage, moved his right hand slightly, as if he wanted to just grab his clothes and throw Wangdi away from him.

But in the next second, his hands that clenched the opponent's clothes froze for an instant.

The Wang brothers, who were forced to get close to each other's faces because of his force, suddenly lowered their heads, and actively covered their lips on his sharp and tight lips.

There was a bit of coolness in the lips that came close to him suddenly, soaking through it.

This bit of coolness permeated in, drowning out the restless emotions in my mind in an instant.

The Pharaoh, who rarely showed obvious astonishment on his face, froze as if he was being held by magic.

Even without words, there are ways to communicate your thoughts.

He didn't want to create a gap between him and Brother Wang, not even at all.

You Yu opened his eyes, it was just a very thin slit, the slender eyelashes seemed to be trembling slightly due to panic and tension, one by one was very clear under the moonlight.

Then, the eyes that had been opened extremely narrowly closed again.

Brother Wang's lips, which were a little stiff due to tension, once again fell on Pharaoh's slightly parted lips due to surprise.

The two lips met, but they remained motionless as if time had stood still.

The only change may be the young Pharaoh's eyes that softened a little bit even though they became more complicated, and the burning flames in the depths of his eyes seemed to gradually turn into bright light.

He opened his eyes and looked at his younger brother, looking at the traces drawn in the darkness by the extremely thin eyelashes trembling nervously.

I'm sorry, brother Wang.

I like you.

I did not lie.

Instead of words, the stiff and clumsy lips worked hard to convey those unspeakable words.

It trembled slightly, as if it had reached its limit.

Feeling that the other party didn't respond, after deliberating for a long time, he finally made up his mind to go one step further. The little pink tongue stuck out from the stiff lips, and cautiously probed into the slightly opened lips of the other party.

It moved forward slowly as if it was probing, and retracted in shock the moment it touched the opponent's teeth.

You You opened his eyes, and met the slightly surprised gaze of Atum, who raised his eyebrows slightly. A faint blush appeared on his cheeks for an instant, which was very obvious under the bright moonlight.

The idea of ​​continuing to try hard was suddenly shattered under the surprised eyes staring at him, he finally couldn't help shrinking back, retracted his hot face into Yatum's neck, deeply Bury it.

Even so, his hands still tightly grasped Atum's shoulders and refused to let go, as if he was still worried that the other party would leave again.

The pink hue gradually spread from his cheeks, dyed the pinnae of his ears red, and even the nape of his neck was also dyed a little reddish.

A large light brown hand wrapped around his neck, covering the faint pink on the nape of his neck.

The full moon with silver-like rays of light hangs high in the night sky, and a piece of clear light falls on the Pharaoh's light brown cheeks.

The gold earrings flashed, and the reflection flashed through the bright red pupils.

The young king of Egypt hugged his younger brother who was curled up in his arms like a tortoise, trying to make himself smaller and smaller so as to disappear out of thin air. The bright red cloak was scattered on the bed, and the other half held the king in his arms. Brother wrapped up.

Yatum looked at the round moon in the night sky, and an untimely question suddenly popped up in his mind.

What princess to marry?

Why didn't he know when he was going to marry a concubine?