Disclaimer: Don’t own YGO. Sue me and you earn about 40k in debt for college tuition.
Warnings: Atemu x Mahaado (eventually), Mary-Sue and OC bashing, Gender bending, Jealous! And Insane! Mahaado
Title: Jealous
Mahaado was jealous.
This, all in all, was a new feeling for the priest and wielder of the millennium ring. He stroked the smooth contours of gold leading down to the pointers against his chest as he watched the scantily clad short-skirted blonde girl with twenty times as much magical power as he did make out with the Pharaoh. She was making out with the pharaoh in the throne room. And this was while they were trying to have a council to debate Pharaoh's upcoming marriage!
His pharaoh.
Admittedly, Seto and Karim had their own beautiful blonde girls attached to them so they weren’t paying any attention either but still!
Pharaoh wouldn’t even notice if he left right now…
Mahaado made a mental note to request a nice, long vacation, and then exited. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
First, they had to get rid of that horrible imbalance of power…
What was the point of being the bloody most powerful magician in all of Egypt if these girls kept dropping in?
Yami wanted to scream. He was frozen inside his body and there was nothing to do and Mahaado had just left him alone with this horrible creature!
It’s not my fault! I can’t do anything about this! Can’t you tell it’s not me in control? HEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
“Master?”
Mana knocked on the closed door, feeling a trickle of power inside. Master must be practicing his spells…
Maybe she shouldn’t bother him then. He’d probably tell her to go study…
The apprentice priest ran off to find a nice quiet place to study – she was three weeks behind and her teacher would really have her head if she didn’t know the counter-spell to the one she’d used to freeze the fish solid…
It was known as fighting evil with evil, if that made any sense. The Sennen Ring glowed brightly as the pointers dug into the mage’s chest, drawing blood…
Mahaado’s dark blue eyes slitted slightly, but a few seconds later, they were brightly dilated as he trembled. Power. So intoxicating. So wonderful… and as a last-ditch attempt, it was a good substitute for love…
Besides, he’d be better able to protect the Pharaoh this way.
The Priest nodded, picked up a container of hot, glowing, water, and dumped it over his head with a grimace.
We all have our secrets after all…
The changes hurt.
Yami blinked as he felt... something coming from the Millennium Ring. Yay for Item-Item mental bonds – or lack thereof. But he still felt something.
If this was an actual duel with cards, he would have seen Mahaado’s Attack Points shoot up somewhere into the distance.
Of course, the feeling of indescribable agony that washed over him a second later was enough to snap him out of paralysis and throw the girl off. He ran for it.
Nefertiti-Rose-Diamond shrieked as the Pharaoh ran away from her... Oh no! She had to do something before he broke her spell of love!
Yami ignored the locked door, caught sight of Mana actually studying, and practically yanked the curtain – yes, curtain, separating Mahaado’s workroom from his study open. He caught sight of his most loyal to the point of obsession priest hunched over on the floor, looking as if he were about to be sick. And he was dripping wet too, but that wasn’t the point.
“Mahaado!”
What on earth had happened? Was it an attack? Had a spell gone awry? Mahaado didn’t answer, and Atemu quickly yanked him to his feet, only to freeze as he caught sight of… well…
White priest robes and water – even if it’s holy water don’t mix. At least the Ring was shielding some of it, but still…
Atemu blinked and wondered vaguely if he were hallucinating. He had not just seen what he had seen.
He had seen Mahaado without clothing plenty of times already, so it was not as if he had neglected this feature. It was just that…
Well…
Er…
He must
be hallucinating. Too much stress. Yes. That was it!
“Ma-Mahaado? Are you… um…?”
“Female?”
“Er… that’s the impression I am receiving, yes?” So the Pharaoh felt a bit floored by this sudden change. Maybe it was a spell that had backfired. Ra knew that Mana mixed up spells often enough…
Well, if it
were, Mahaado always knew how to fix her mistakes, right?
The priest – um, priestess, pulled out another over robe and carefully covered herself up with it. “This change was necessary.”
Atemu blinked and looked at Mahaado like he – um, she, argh, this was confusing – had grown another head. “Necessary?”
“Yes.” Brilliant blue eyes met his. “You need a true Great Royal Wife, not a whore picked up off the street. Seeing as the lack of females in the Palace is quite distressing, I believe I have come up with a suitable solution.”
Wait, what?
“Hathor has decided to grant me a boon, as her loyal priest.” Something about that just sounded wrong. “And so, my Pharaoh, do we have an accord?”
He didn’t really have much time to answer before Mahaado’s lips covered his in a searing kiss.
“Mahaado!”
And that was when Nefertiti of the long name came running in.
Mahaado shot the girl a glare that would have frozen lava. As it were, it was strong enough to freeze her to he ground.
The priestess began to smile as the Millennium Ring began to glow. She’d never bothered to use this power before, but then again…. She’d never needed to. But now she had to protect the Pharaoh at any cost, so…
Nefertiti really didn’t get to live long before her soul was sealed in a clay pot that Mahaado sent the servants to dispose of.
Poor Atemu was still in shock.
Well, it was normal, considering the circumstances…
Then again, when his mind finally caught up with him, this actually made sort of twisted sense after all, if he were sleeping with Mahaado, it would be kind of a friendship thing, and Mahaado wasn’t ugly, and he did need an heir…
Yes, it would work perfectly.
Until then, they could pretend…
End Fic
9/11/05 to 10/6/05
DONE! Short, plotless, MS-bashing. Ah well