Pharaoh

The road ahead is long, and there is a golden desert as far as the eye can see.

A string of long traces of footprints stretched out on the sand, heading towards an endless direction.

The newborn sun rises slowly from the junction of the sky and the earth, and the slanting sunlight casts the shadow of the Boy King at the end of the remaining footprints on the sand forward, stretching it long.

The sunlight from behind illuminated the golden forehead hair on the young pharaoh's side cheeks, but shrouded his face in darkness, making it difficult to see clearly.

The wind blowing from the desert with the coolness of the night rolled up the blood-stained messy corners of the clothes, and even the golden hair that reflected the sunlight flew up.

The young pharaoh walked forward, and the sand behind him was a line of footprints going straight forward.

The traces of blood left on his forehead meandered to the corners of his eyes, and the sharp crimson pupils seemed to be dyed red to the extreme by the blood that flowed in.

The pure golden gold bracelet gleamed on his brown arm, and a splash of bright red blood made it even more luxurious.

He looked up to the front, which was where his king's capital and people were located.

He was the pharaoh who ruled Egypt.

Breaking free from the darkness, Egypt and its people, who have experienced countless disasters, are eagerly awaiting his return.

He has no time to stay here.

He didn't want to stay here either.

A long black shadow stretched alone on the sand in front of him.

The whistling wind passed by the blond young king, and the golden sand under his feet made the rolling sound of fine sand.

The voice kept echoing in his ears.

Even if the sound of the fine sand falling suddenly seemed to be a little louder, it was just like the wind suddenly blowing a little louder.

It's just that, suddenly, the keen hearing seemed to suddenly hear the hurried footsteps coming from behind.

That made the corners of his eyes twitch slightly.

The hurried footsteps stopped abruptly in an instant.

His right foot, which was about to lift up and make another footprint on the sand, unexpectedly paused at the same moment.

The Pharaoh of Egypt stopped suddenly.

He stood, as if waiting, but showed no sign of looking back.

He just stood quietly on the desert land, letting the hot wind of the desert howl to drive the golden sand under his feet to flow past his light brown feet.

The crimson pupils looked into the distance, and that handsome face was still expressionless and indifferent.

It's just that the hand hanging by the side clenched little by little, so hard that the knuckles showed white marks.

The shadow of the golden hair blown up by the wind fell in and cast a light black shadow on the bright red pupils.

The young pharaoh stood there.

Not moving.

There was no turning back.

The inaudible voice of conversation behind him may be just an illusion.

So he just paused for a little while just a gust of wind blowing by.

Then, he stepped forward again.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from behind him.

Let the steps he just stepped forward just stop again.

This time, the sound of running footsteps came towards him.

Getting closer--

……

Pressing the golden building block of the pyramid in his hand to the chest of the other, he looked left and right, and nodded with satisfaction.

That's right~~~ No wonder every time I see another one, I always feel that something is wrong.

he thought contentedly.

It's a pity that I can't find a rope or something to help the other wear it around his neck.

The hand holding the golden building block was suddenly covered by the opponent's hand, and the back of the hand was warm and a little hot.

You Yu raised his eyes, and his eyes met with another dark purple pupil that was slightly curved and showing a hint of a smile.

He saw the other one. He exhaled lightly, took the golden building block from his hand, and stood up.

The hand holding his hand exerted all his strength, pulling him who was kneeling on the sand to his feet.

"Then this is mine."

The other said to him with a smile like this, holding a golden building block in his left hand, raising his right hand and rubbing his head again.

"Even if the partner wants to go back in the future, it won't work."

The thumb of the hand rubbing his hair lightly rubbed against the corner of his eye, itching, making Yu You tilt his head unconsciously.

This side of the head, the corner of the eye caught a flash of light from the side.

Yu Yu lowered his head, and saw at a glance that the golden building blocks of the inverse pyramid were lying alone on the sand, and half of them were buried in the golden sand.

The flash caught in the corner of the eye just now is the golden light refracted by the sharp golden corners.

He bent down subconsciously and picked up the golden building block as soon as he stretched out his hand.

Wipe it vigorously to wipe off the fine grains of sand on it, he turned his head and began to look around to find it.

When he didn't find the figure he wanted to find, he paused and looked up at the person standing in front of him.

"That you... um..."

Holding the golden building blocks of the inverse pyramid, Yugi said in a low voice.

"Brother Wang..."

The boy king with purple pupils tilted his head, and suddenly the corners of his lips rose, but an invisible brilliance flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Touching his partner's head again, he turned half of his body to get out of the way.

Raising his hand, his slender white fingers pointed to the direction blocked by his body just now.

The game looks in the direction of the finger.

At the end of the footprints extending from not far away on the sand, the Pharaoh of Egypt stood there.

He could only see his back standing quietly on the golden desert land, and the desert wind messed up his flying golden hair.

Under the feet, the black shadow from the backlight stretched long.

I watched the game for a while, but I never saw the other party turn around.

He was holding the golden building block, his slender black eyelashes drooped slightly, his eyes were a little puzzled and aggrieved.

Brother Wang just left him and left?

He was almost...

The king of Egypt tightly pursed his lips, his slightly puffed cheeks showed that he was a little angry now.

Another pharaoh stood by, watching the game but not speaking.

Then, he turned his head and glanced at his other self in the distance.

Throwing the golden building blocks of the positive pyramid to his right hand, he raised his left hand, inserted his fingertips deeply into his wind-blown forehead hair, brushed away the strands of hair blocking his eyes, and then exhaled slowly.

He can probably guess what that awkward self is thinking now.

It was because he could guess, so he couldn't speak.

He and the former him... things seem to be a little troublesome.

Pressing his head heavily with his fingertips, the pharaoh who looked at his own underworld 3000 years ago narrowed his eyes slightly and thought so.

……

The king of Egypt was holding the golden building blocks and was still hesitating. Suddenly, he saw the figure in front of him who had paused for a while and strode forward again.

As soon as he was in a hurry, he immediately ignored other things, and he hurriedly chased after him holding the golden building blocks.

His feet stepped heavily on the sand while running, causing the sand grains to slide and make a slight cracking sound, leaving another messy and disorderly footprint next to the line of originally straight and rhythmic footprints. .

"Brother Wang!"

The young Wangdi shouted loudly.

He ran over, a little out of breath, and a little lost.

Holding the golden building block in his arms with his left hand, he stretched out his hand to the back of the young king in front of him.

However, just a few steps away, the young king in front suddenly turned around.

The game's footsteps suddenly stopped, and they froze at the gap of these few steps between each other.

His outstretched hand was still hanging in the air, but for some reason, he couldn't extend it a little further——

The Pharaoh of Egypt stood there, looking sideways at him.

The sunlight shining from behind Brother Wang fell on the young and handsome face with half of the bloodstain remaining, and the shining golden hair fell on the dark brown skin.

The crimson pupils were as bright red as usual, but at this moment they were silently looking at him, as if looking at an endless golden desert, without any emotion in their eyes.

The gaze that was looking at Brother Wang was so quiet that it was so weird that it almost sucked out the surrounding air, making it impossible to breathe.

That was the indifferent gesture that came out of the young king's bones and was almost born with a refusal to be thousands of miles away.

He stood there, but it was more like standing thousands of miles away.

The young brother Wang took a small breath, retracted his hand and touched the golden building blocks in his arms uncomfortably, looking a little at a loss.

The refusal emanating from Yatum's body almost formed a substantial sense of oppression and stopped him.

He was keenly aware that Atum really didn't want him to get close at this moment.

You You opened his mouth, but couldn't speak, he frowned, suddenly a little annoyed, and a suffocation came out of his chest.

At this time, I have to show him a face.

Isn't it because I did it on my own initiative and did that kind of thing...

Also, he knows.

The moment he activated the fusion of the three phantom gods, at the moment he thought it was the last, he knew that his brother Wang had been watching his back.

But he didn't look back.

No matter that the sharp and almost substantive gaze was burning his back like a fire, he still never looked back at his brother Wang.

It's not that he doesn't want to look back.

He just thought that in those stories he had read a long time ago and the last life and death parting in the movie, the last look at each other and the last smile would always make people feel sad for a long time.

The saddest person will always be the one who survived.

Leaving something behind is more painful than leaving nothing behind...

So, it's better not to watch.

Yu You thought about it silently, the more he thought about it, the more wronged he felt.

Although it was his fault for avoiding Brother Wang all the time, it wasn't because he worked so hard for...

Thinking of this, the young brother Wang suddenly became angry and raised his head suddenly, ignoring the repulsive aura and indifferent attitude of the other party, he stepped forward two steps and stretched out his hand to push the golden building block in his hand.

"You can't forget this even if you leave!"

He said, while pushing the gold blocks over, he stretched out his right hand to grab his brother Wang's left hand.

He was angry and wanted to grab the opponent's hand so that he could press the golden building block heavily on the opponent's hand.

The young Pharaoh raised his hand abruptly, and at the moment when Wang Di's fingertips were about to touch his hand, he swung it away suddenly.

There was a bang, that was the loud sound of a heavy slap on the back of the hand.

The golden building block fell suddenly on the sand, rolling on the golden sand between the light brown feet and the white feet.

The young brother Wang's left hand was covering the back of his right hand which was slightly red and tingling when it was opened heavily just now.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at his brother Wang, who was already in a daze.

Violet pupils revealed an unbelievable gaze.

In the next second, Brother Wang stretched out his hand again.

He stared at his own hand and the other's hand, stubbornly wanting to grab his brother's hand again.

But, again.

He missed again.

At the moment when the fingertips were almost touching, the light brown hand shrank suddenly, and quickly avoided his hand.

Yu Yu raised his head subconsciously.

The moment the young pharaoh raised his head, he quickly took two steps back, opening the distance from him.

He raised his head, so he didn't see that the young king's step back was a little unsteady.

During the few quick steps back, the ankle was shaking slightly due to the excessive force of the back, and he was a bit caught off guard.

It was like a gesture of some flood beast attacking him——

The young Pharaoh, who was still expressionless, took several steps back in a movement that could almost be described as hasty to be caught off guard.

That gesture was as if countless bloodthirsty beasts in front of him suddenly rushed towards him when his foothold was not stable.

Such as avoiding snakes and scorpions.

He stared unblinkingly at the younger brother who had suddenly approached him just now, his crimson pupils suddenly shrank and opened, and the turbulent glimmer in the depths of his eyes seemed to see the most terrifying existence in the world—— —

Wang Di, who was regarded as a scourge, stood there in a daze.

"Brother Wang..."

He yelled in a low voice, a little puzzled, a little confused, and faintly wronged.

After being silent for a while, he pursed his lips and squatted down, trying to pick up the golden building blocks on the sand again.

He bent down on one knee and reached out to the golden blocks on the sand.

A flash of light flashed past his eyes, lost in the dry golden sand.

Brother Wang's hand was already on the golden building block.

There was a sudden pause.

Then, there was another trace of light falling from above.

Brother Wang suddenly raised his head——

The oncoming sunlight reflected the golden streamer of the golden ornaments on the young king's body, exposing his front to the bright light.

That light brown handsome face is still expressionless and blank, like a cold wooden sculpture standing in the desert.

At this moment, his left hand was pressing heavily on his left cheek, his five fingers spread out, and his fingertips were deeply inserted into the messy golden hair.

The brown hand pressing on his face covered half of his cheek, but he could clearly see the flame-colored left pupil between his fingers.

The bright red eyes of the washed ruby ​​were widened to the limit, and they just stared blankly at Wang Di.

The boy king's pupils didn't focus on the younger brother, or even focused on any point. He seemed to be looking at his younger brother, but he didn't seem to be looking, but his eyes were blank.

He looked as if he thought he was looking at an unreal figment of his own fancy.

His eyes were so empty that nothing existed, as if he was looking at something that could never exist.

But something spread out from the young Pharaoh's fingers, drawing a flashing arc in the air and sinking into the golden sand.

The flaming pupils did not blink, as if the time had been fixed at this moment.

But the continuous rolling of the liquid seeping from his wide-open eye sockets drove the flow of time.

The rolling liquid has slid down to the point where the lines are sharp, and now it is tightened to the extremely thin corners of the lips showing a straight line, with a little trace seeped in.

The dried blood on the boy king's light brown cheeks was once again stained with wet traces.

A little messy blond hair was tightly pressed against the cheek by the brown hand, so it was once again stained with the light red blood.

The Pharaoh of Egypt is crying.

Silently.

The Pharaoh of Egypt did not cry.

There is no reason.

……

Brother Wang, who was half-kneeling on the sand, looked up at the flashing traces that kept falling from above.

He let go of the hand holding the golden building block, and reached out to the person above again.

But the young Pharaoh took another step back the moment he stretched out his hand, still avoiding the hand that Yuyou stretched out to touch him again.

He silently refused to touch each other with actions.

An inaudible panic hides under a tough stance.

[If you don't touch it, you won't find out that it was nothing. 】

The young brother's hand was still hovering in the air, he raised his head and stared blankly for a while, there was a faint light in the violet pupils.

Then, he lowered his head, stood up, and patted the sand on his knees.

He didn't move the golden building block that fell on the sand, but turned around, as if he wanted to leave from the boy king who refused him to approach again and again——

The bright red pupils, which were moistened and showed more and more translucent ruby ​​luster, moved slightly, as if they suddenly focused on Wang Di who turned his head and was about to leave him.

Subconsciously, the disobedient body took a step forward.

At the same time, at the moment when the young king's body leaned forward slightly, the younger brother, who seemed to be turning around to leave, suddenly turned his head.

He turned around and took a sudden step forward, stretched out his arms and hugged his brother Wang tightly, and the fingers he suddenly clenched tightly clasped the white linen clothes on Atum's back, refusing to let go .

"Brother Wang."

The white cheeks were lightly attached to the dark brown warm chest that was slightly torn from the clothes.

The young prince's forehead pressed tightly against the exposed collarbone of the other party.

He pressed his hands tightly on the boy king's back, and the heat of his skin was transmitted through his clothes.

He seemed to want to transfer his body temperature to the other's body through this close contact with each other.

Through the temperature of the skin, tell the other party the fact that 'I still exist'.

"I am here."

There was a long silence.

The strong desert wind roared past the two of them embracing each other, causing the sand grains under their feet to slide and make a rustling sound.

The Pharaoh, who was hugged tightly by his younger brother, stood quietly, not feeling the slightest movement.

Brother Wang, who hugged the other party so much that his whole face was buried in the other party's arms, did not look up.

He could only feel the ups and downs of his chest against his cheek, and the wet traces of hot liquid dripping from his chin on his head...

Although his heart was itching badly, he didn't try to look up.

He knew that his face-conscious brother Wang absolutely didn't want him to look up, so he kept this posture obediently.

……

Well, it's actually because he knew that if he showed any signs of raising his head, his brain would definitely be firmly pinned down immediately.

Moreover, he did not dare to look up.

Because his invisible face buried in his brother Wang's arms... was giggling very hard at this moment.

hehe~~

hey hey hey hey~~

It was because the pharaoh couldn't see it, so the little brother smiled happily like a fool without any scruples.

In the past, he was always taught by Brother Wang that he loves to cry.

Let's see how Brother Wang has the face to teach him a lesson after this time.

The Egyptian prince's childish face was smiling stupidly at the moment, but he had to hold his breath so as not to let out a little laughter, lest the pharaoh would find out and run away, so his shoulders shook.

He didn't care if the shoulder trembled like weeping.

Brother Wang is crying because of him.

hehe~~

very nice.

hey hey hey hey~~~

……

However, the happy-smiling Egyptian prince didn't know.

for him.

That wasn't the first time the young Pharaoh cried tears.