Wow, you guys are totally going to hate me. I had this chapter here done for like 4 months; I just did it and forgot about it I guess. I was looking through some shit and now I am posting it ;; . Sorry it is so late. I work 40 hours a week and I move out to University in under two months so I am like losing my head. But I still get reviews for this story and it made me feel bad and so many people had it on their favourites I just had to add a chapter! And now that I have it again I can work on it. I have another I am working on as well, wait; I have two more; so lots to do. Buuuut, like always, leave a review and don't lose hope! I'll make it juicy (:
Chapter Six
Seto didn't sleep well that night, His mind was full of dreams about the past, not his of course, but nonetheless, it kept him awake. The next morning, he could hardly walk on his two feet, and he had another session with Kisara after work.
He had grown accustomed to her now; she really wasn't that bad. She was very quiet, but very pretty too. But there was something about her; it seemed as if she was hiding something. And she was always sad, or had that air about her. It made Seto pity her, though, he did not have any reason to.
Still, they found themselves at the same place, at the same time, together in the empty office.
"You do not look well."
Seto lifted his head and looked at her, "I didn't get much sleep."
"I am sorry."
He shook his head, "It isn't your fault, I usually can't sleep well."
She didn't say anything, but nodded, "We can do this tomorrow?"
"No, I am fine, really."
She took a hold of his hand. "Are you scared?"
"No," he whispered, every nerve in his body tingling with anticipation.
Soon, he felt the familiar sensation of someone grabbing the front of his clothes, and pulling him forward.
He opened his eyes. This time, it wasn't the courtyard that he had landed it, but a bedroom. He looked over, and was startled to see Seth sitting beside him, his eyes moving up and down, reading hieroglyphs off a scroll. Kisara was nowhere to be found.
He took this time to examine the man that looked so much like him. Standing up, he moved himself infront of Seth, and started down at him. His caramel brown hair, and tanned skin stood out to Seto.
He kneeled down infront of him. There was no mistaking the gorgeous sapphire eyes that looked to intently down at the scroll.
Just then the door opened. A well groomed slave entered Seth's quarters, "My lord, she is waiting."
Seth did not say anything, but got up from his bed, passed through Seto, and was out the door. Seto was close on his heels.
He could see the past Kisara, waiting at the beginning of a hall. He noticed Seth's eyes seemed to brighten upon seeing her, something that he knew. That never happened to him.
She smiled as he greeted her, "I am glad you have come."
Seth nodded, taking her by the forearm, "I don't think this should take very long. What did the slave master say?"
"Not much," She admitted, "he is very pleased with my work, so I think he was lenient in letting me go."
"As if he had a choice." Seth grinned, "When you are summoned by the Pharoh, you have to obey."
She did not say anything, but smiled in the same way Seto was used to now.
They came to the door that Seto remember as the Pharaoh's room.
"Go on," Seth ushered.
"Oh, but aren't you coming?" Her eyes were pleading him to join her.
He just shook his head, "Whatever needs to be discussed, it needs to be done in the presence of only you two. I need not be there; I have other business to attend to."
"Can I find you when we are finished?"
Seth nodded, "Send someone for me, I will come."
She smiled and thanked him, stepping into the room. The doors closed, and with a final look, Seth took off in the opposite direction.
It was mid-night when Seth finally came back into his room. He had not seen Kisara all day, which meant that one, she either was with Atem all day, or two, the slave master wanted her back again. He decided that he would just have to see her in the morning, before he began worship.
He woke up extra early, and made his way down to the slave quarters. A slave who was short, and had black hair greeted Seth. The boy must not have been older than fifteen. "How can I aid you my lord?"
He looked down at the boy, "I wish to speak to Kisara, is she awake yet?"
"She never came back to her quarters my lord. I do not know her whereabouts."
Seth's faced dropped, "Are you sure?"
"I think you need a walk my dear boy, for you have been living in the dark for the last day."
Seth turned around. Sure enough, he could see Akunadin's tall frame. What a pleasant time to meet with his father.
"What did you do to her?"
Akunadin gave a hollow laugh, "Surely you do not think I had anything to do with the situation?"
"The situation?"
Akunadin shook his head, "You need to talk to your dear cousin boy."
Seth watched him disappear around a corner, and to his benefit, out of sight.
"I can't find her." Seth looked up at Atem, "What happened after she left yesterday?"
Atem was not talking, but staring at the art that adorned the walls.
"Cousin?"
He turned to look at Seth, "I thought it was for the best."
Seth tried to understand what could possibly be going on at the moment, "what?"
"I sent her away."
"Where?" Seth tried to keep calm.
At first, Atem struggled with his words, as if there were poison on his lips. His sentences came out choppy at first, "I thought…it needed to be done. I sent her to the dungeons."
"WHAT!" Seth's voice rung about the room, and vibrated off the walls, "Why in Ra's name would you do such a thing!"
"I told you!" said Atem, frustrated, "There is something about her! She has a power Seth, it is not safe."
"Not safe!? If any harm was to be done, she would have done so when me and her were alone, you had no right-"
Atem was angry, "I had every right to do whatever I wish, or are you forgetting who I am? I spoke with Akunadin and-"
Seth gave a false laugh, "Oh, so that's it. Now you are being chummy with my father. Are you great pals now? Do you talk about how to make me miserable?"
"For the sake of the gods Seth, calm down." Atem stepped closer to his cousin, "I did what I thought was best. Not to hurt you, but to protect you."
Seth glared at his cousin, "Thanks for your protection." Without another word, he flew out of the room. Atem did not try and stop him, infact, he knew Seth would be mad. But there was something about that girl, something he did not like…
"My lord I am sorry, The Pharaoh's orders were to not let you enter the dungeons."
Seth approached the small guard, holding his rod up high, "If you would not like to get your head bashed in, I suggest you move aside."
The guard stood his ground, but to no avail. Soon, Seth had trapped his mind elsewhere, and walked past him without difficulty.
The dungeons were not a nice place to be. Often, people were sent here to die. It was a place infected with plague and disease. Dirt infested, and gloomy .The walls were coated with slim and whatever other bodily fluids happened to fall there when they were discarded from the body.
"Seth?"
Seth turned around to see a small pale figure in one of the cells.
"Kisara!" He surged forward, and bent down to see her. She was shivering, and looked weak. The cell she was in had a dirt floor, and the rags she had on were not adequate for this climate.
"Oh Kisara, I am so sorry. I never meant for anything to be like this, I didn't know Atem would do this, I swear."
"It is ok Seth, I should have told you."
Seth was silent for a moment, then "tell me what?"
Kisara looked down the dark hall, "Is anyone approaching?"
Seth shook his head.
"Then sit, I have a confession."