Daphne in the wood (bromantic) wrote,
Daphne in the wood

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I've been updating a lot lately. More than I'm used to, but I've been bitten by the inspirational bug...

I was told all my life to love the pharaoh. And love him I did…

Enveloped By Dust

By Timberwolf220

Maybe I should go back. Even though going back is painful to most.

Especially for me.

It was so dark, the tomb. It was an enchanting place though, touched by the feel of majesty and awe. I would sit for hours in front of the tomb, wondering if the pharaoh would ever come and talk to me. The thought was sacrilegious, but I was a child and children needed dreams to live on.

My father was…

It was hard to say, but my father…was a wise man. He told me why we guarded the pharaoh and why we live to do so.

Blood debt, he said, by our ancestors before us. I used to wonder what great thing the pharaoh had done for us that we would spend eternity to protect his tomb.

Not that it mattered. I loved him. He was, shall we say, a fantasy of a child. I would dream he would come to me and tell me of his famous adventures in Egypt. How he raised the Sphinx or how he recovered the scrolls of Thoth.

Fantasy after fantasy.

I had no great desire for friends, for Rishid and Isis were pretty much the most understanding company I would have for a long time.

But they never understood fantasy. They never understood my great love for the Pharaoh. They never told Father, and I respected them for that, but they never took part in my dreams.

I didn’t hate them for that. I couldn’t.

Rishid is my older brother. Or I think he is. Father was not too found of him, kept calling him a ‘servant’. I didn’t know what that meant. Aren’t we servants, always having to guard the tomb? If that is honour, then isn’t Rishid an honourable person?

I didn’t understand. Now I do, but the logic of it is still somewhat lost on me.

I was nine when I was told I was going to become Leader.

I wasn’t exactly sure what happened to me. It seemed so dark…and I could hear this…person chuckling. It was someone I knew…no, not my father. Someone far…superior.

This…voice told me of things, cold things that lurk under the Earth, of Dragons and Trolls. And again, I was scared, more scared than when Mother had died.

You’re probably wondering how I could I know, or even feel my mother’s death. I did. It was like a wail in my mind that screamed at me. It felt sad…it was crying at me and when it comes back, it’s crying and I’m crying with it.

I was Ten. Ten years old. I was proud and Isis was proud. I remember the soft smiles she gave me, rather than the adult-ish ones. That was nice of her.

Rishid let me play a Duel Monster Game. I won (Obviously) but he rarely battles me and when he does, it’s a treat. I was scared and asked Rishid what might happen to me.

He looked at me with this odd smile of envy and love. And he walked away.

I heard sounds of beating later on.

Then my father dragged me to this place. This cold place where no heat was seeped into dusty stone. And I remembered the voice, the malicious voice that sang about Death and rattling bones in my sleep.

Then my Father held this rod with a nasty point at the end. And he dug it into my back. Can you imagine the Sun scorching into your back?

I was only ten. Do you understand?

I was only ten.

And I showed weakness.

It was…hard. I was crying and my father hit me again.

And that voice. That voice that always sing to me before I sleep…

He came to me, cackling happily like some old witch or sorceress from the legends.

He said, ‘Your own father is going to lead you to your own demise Mou Hitori No Boku[1]’

And I cried till the dust clogged up my eyes.


izure koware yuku kono sekai ni wa
yume ya kibou to ka dou demo ii
kokoro no naka de nemuru kimi wa mezameru koto nai kedo
kaerarenu mirai o sono te de kanjite

Of this world, the end is coming
Dreams and hopes do not matter

Inside your heart, you are sleeping
but you will not wake up
Feel the hand of a future that cannot be changed


That voice of mine. Yes, of mine. I asked Isis later what that meant and she gave me a searing look that scared me.

“Mou Hitori No Boku,” She murmured, staring into space, her eyes dissolving, “The Other Me.”

Her answer scared me more than herself.

It was me. That voice…was me.

Was I insane? Deluded? Was all the sand addling my brain?

I don’t know…

There was this time before the ‘succession’ ceremony that Rishid came to me in the night. I was sleeping and somehow I woke up to the sound of sheathing metal ringing in my ears.

I was scared once again. I wondered if the Pharaoh would ever hear my prayers and let me live. He did.

I lived.

Rishid suddenly broke down at seeing my face and I held him in my arms.

He was, after all, my brother.


Burning for your life
itsuka moetsukiru kono inochi o sasagete mo
(for the perfect dream)
Drowning in my dream
tatoe oborete mo yume wa yume de shika nai
kimi wa star light

hikari afureteku sono sekai ni wa
kimi no tamashii ga michite yuku
mushou no ai o negau tenshi wa mezameru to sugu ni
owari yuku mirai o kono te de uketomete

Burning for your life
This life will burn out someday, even if you try to cling to it
(for the perfect dream)
Drowning in my dream
Even if it's remembered, a dream is only a dream
You are star light

In that world, overflowing with shines
Your spirit will die out
Soon after the delivery of love by a wishing angel,
With its hand, stopping the end of the future


One day I went to visit the Pharaoh’s tomb. I could imagine him smiling at me, ruffling my hair, telling me what a great leader I would become. I loved that feeling, you know. I think its called encouragement.

Nobody has given me encouragement.

Even if no one believes in what I do, I know the Pharaoh will.

I love the Pharaoh.

Then, that same day, the voice began calling my name.


I felt my strength seep away, into the stone and dust. My eyes snapped.

I had to protect the Pharaoh’s tomb!

But that voice…the voice that soothed me with tales of blood drenched in skin…

Then I heard Rishid’s voice from far away. It seemed far away.

The voice in me…the Mou Hitori No Boku…

Then I saw, in a burst of clarity, saw Rishid’s face.

The day after the ceremony, Rishid wore these bandages on his face.

Now I know why.

He carved the ceremonial symbols on his face.

I break down, letting my tears turn to dust.

Dust into dust…[2]


Burning for my life
itsuka tsukihateru kono inochi wa modoranai
(for the eX dream)
Drowning in your dream
tatoe oborete mo yume no tsuzuki wa doko e
boku wa moon light

Burning for your life
yagate otozureru sono kibou ni kakete demo
(for the perfect dream)
Drowning in my dream
tatoe taorete mo nigedashitari wa shinai

Drowning for my life
Someday it will hit, this life cannot go back
(for the eX dream)
Drowning in your dream
Even if it's remembered, where will the dream continue?
I am moon light

Drowning for your life
A surprise is on the way, even if hope is held on to
(for the perfect dream)
Drowning in my dream
Even if destruction occurs, I will not run away


“Vile Scum!”

A slap.

“Go back to the desert, filth!”

A kick.

“You don’t deserve this!”

Another kick.

I didn’t know what was going on. I was looking for Isis, but she was nowhere to be found. Probably gazing into the past. She likes doing that.

“Common servant!”

I walked into Father’s quarters and found Rishid on the floor.

My breath caught.

He wasn’t moving…

He wasn’t moving!

I desperately prayed to the Pharaoh that he should spare Rishid’s humble life even if he isn’t an ‘Ishtar’. Father would hate me for this, but…

A chuckle.


‘Ah, Mou Hitori No Boku’ It smirks at me, ‘I know you want revenge. Don’t you want to hurt Father?’


I can’t hurt Father…

Can I?

‘You can,’ It tells me, ‘Your brother…needs you, Mou Hitori No Boku.’

My brother needs me.

Dear Pharaoh, protect me and my family.

I let my semblance drop and I see only shadows.

He whispers to me as he takes control of the body. I know he has.

I hear screams. I panic, but the other me whispers comfortingly and my nightmare fades.

Then I see Rishid. And I see Father.

Father is bleeding. He’s letting the blood drop onto the ground.

I cry again and the dust is nothing but a black spot of mud on the ground.


Burning for my life
kesshite mayowanai kono kimochi wa tomaranai
(for the eX dream)
Drowning in your dream
tomo ni tsukisusumu ashita e no michi to naru
bokura wa star light

Drowning for my life
Never undecided, this feeling will not stop
(for the eX dream)
Drowning in your dream
A rushing companion, this will be the road of tomorrow
I am star light


A guy named Shadi came soon after Father had passed away. He had black scarab eyes that scared me. They reminded of the darkness my Mou Hitori No Boku puts me in, with his soft whispers and comforts.

He told me that this was the will of the Pharaoh.

“Liar!” I yell at him, balling my hands into fists, “He is not so cruel to condemn my father to death. I prayed for him!”

For him, the pharaoh I love…

Shadi gave me a disgusted look, “The Pharaoh bows to no one Ishtar and it is his will who lives and dies. Especially for you.”

I ran away, my tears blurring.

I reached the Pharaoh’s tomb where it remained holy and sanctified.

I bent down on one knee and prayed.

“I know you didn’t kill him Pharaoh,” I said, smiling at the tomb. I could almost feel his gratified smile at me, “You just taken him away for a while. I know I’ll see him again. I will, right?”

And I could see the Pharaoh nod. And hug me close to him, his warm breath in my ear.

My mother was warm too.

He kissed my forehead and everything seemed right again.

For now…

I have Rishid, Isis…

I have you, pharaoh and my fantasy.

“I’ll protect you!” I whisper harshly, “I’ll be the best Tomb-Protector ever! That stupid Shadi will never bother us again!”

His smile…

And my tears fell, mingling with the dust.

A/N: Okay, that didn’t exactly turn the way I wanted it to, but its still angsty.
Surprisingly, no one has ever thought of this pairing, and if they have, I’ve never seen them XP.

And despite the fact I’m a hikari/yami fan, there are times when you just can’t see that happening.

To anyone who likes Malik. All yours people!

[1] Mou Hitori No Boku: This is what the yamis’ were first called. ‘Aibou’ came later. XP

[2] Taken, I think, from the Bible: Genesis. So, it’s not mine.

Oh, and the song used is called the ‘eXe Dream’ from the anime ‘X’. I thought the lyrics suited this story.

Please drop some feedback. Us authors need this so whether you liked it or not, say why. Flames will not be appreciated, because they are simply a waste of time. For both you and me. XP

;__; Does anyone here feel sorry for Malik?

  • (no subject)

    I wonder if it's possible to make a life for yourself if you keep failing secondary education.

  • (no subject)

    I'm starting to wonder if good MCU Bucky players are like mythical creatures. Everyone thinks they exist, but they really don't.

  • (no subject)

    With talk of Civil War and Ant-Man, maybe the MCU will destroy itself in a blaze of glory. One can hope.

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