(Ch. 42. Reg. POV.)

There is nothing better than holding your own new born baby, thought Tekuta. She was sure of that. She couldn't stop staring at him, her son. He was so beautiful. The child's eyelids where set to a peaceful rest, his precious lips soft and smooth, just as they should be. The mother smiled upon her child, caressing the back of the baby's hand in soothing circles.

Yes. Absolutely nothing better, than this.

Or at least that's what Tekuta wanted to believe.

Her husband, on the other hand, was nearly neglecting them. Well, neglecting being used vaguely, but certainty uninterested.

The warm smile on Tekuta's face faded when she looked up at him. His face was stiff, eyes glossed over with thought, gazing off into the distance.

A gust of wind blew by before she worked up the courage to break him from his trance. "Is something on your mind, dear?"

The man blinked himself back into reality.

"Oh," he mumbled as erecting his back from where he sit, turning to face his lover. "Nothing critical, no… why do you ask?"

For a good few moments, his wife stared blankly into his lavender eyes, as if saying she knew he was lying.

Tekuta faced her new born child once again. She did not grin or smile this time.

"I just… wanted to know what could have kept you so thought provoken to forget about your son–"

"I did not forget, Tekuta, I was only…"

And then there was the split second occurrence, in which the two had made perfect eye contact. It was one of the few moments one could look at another directly, and only by the sheer gleam in their eyes, does an arrow hit you dead center in the heart.

This usually sunk the heart, as well

It certainly did, in this situation.

After what seemed like an eternity, Tekuta broke the eye contact, and looked longingly upon her child. Steadily, she stood to her feet, and walked across the floor of the boat her and her husband had been sailing on for the entire evening. She sat down upon the ledge of the boat and snuggled her baby close.

The pharaoh could have sworn on his own name he heard the slightest snicker from the rowers, officially changing his mood from thoughtful, to frustration, to guilt, all in under a minute. The man rested his chin on the palm of his hand, staring intently at his lover. After so long of watching her raven-black hair sway with the current of the winds, his sunken heart told him to at least go over and settle things with her.

Sighing silently, the man rose from his throne with a creek, and made his way down towards his wife.

The only hard part was, when he reached Tekuta's side, kneeling down and having to face his first son wasn't one of the easiest things to accomplish for the Pharaoh.

He couldn't explain it, nor wanted to admit the fact even thinking about his son was… a pain for the King.

The man held his breath when he kneeled next to his lover's side.

There he was. His son, the prince of Egypt. Sleeping in a cocoon of elegant silk, fit for a future king such as himself. The baby's bangs, in whose where obviously inherited from his mother, bounced in the salty yet weak wind, making his plump face seem all the more whole.

Unlike his mother's.

When the Pharaoh laid sight on Tekuta, her face seemed wrecked. Circles under her sapphire eyes, skin almost pale and slightly wrinkled, and hair all frizzed up.

He probably wasn't all that different in comparison, either. The past few months had been quite a struggle.

And not in the way you'd necessarily think, either.

"I was only thinking," the king abruptly began, "...of Cairo… and the recent break-in's… is all."

After the word's where said, Tekuta's let out a shaky sigh, her hands tightening ever so slight around her child.

"I do not wish to speak of it, Aknamkanon." She sternly answered.

Said man could agree completely, though sadly couldn't do much about it. It's no one's desire to ponder on such things like the recent murder of a young preist, or the burning wreck several sections of the kingdom has faced within the last few months.

Though he was King, and has decided enough was enough, knowing that the rest of his people demanded an act to be made considering these events.

Of course, Aknamkanon had prepared for such a threat in earlier time, though the essence of time and its unpredictability had interrupted those plans…

Two of the seven Millennium Items had been stolen.

Not only was that a monumental problem, but also the fact that the Pharaoh had little to no idea who he was up against.

The King was stumped for a solution to this growing problem, had been for quite a while. He had always thought that he'd fixed this problem whilst creating the items; instead of making out for war, having fathers and sons leave their loved ones, everything and everything that consisted of violence would then be resolved with the power of the Millennium Items.

It seemed like the perfect plan at the time.

Tough without the whole set, it seemed like a waste of time… and lives.

The godly man swatted that memory away as if it were a fly.

"May I hold him?" the Pharaoh asked with a soft tone.

His wife blinked for a moment, and then gently handled the new born into her lover's arms.

The King chuckled with a grand smile on his face. This was the first time he was able to hold his heir to the throne.

"He's perfect" he half laughed.

Tekuta smiled for the first time today. "I would hope he would be… he came from the perfect father."

Aknamkanon was silent, though his grin somewhat fell flat.

The Queen almost rolled her eyes, knowing he had obviously taken compliment the wrong way.

"I said the perfect father, not the perfect Pharaoh." She clarified.

The King huffed to himself. "I understand that, I, ah…"

There was only the sound of still water as Tekuta analyzed her husband's face, which lay thoughtful once again.

"… Isis tells me he'll be a great ruler. I simply laughed at that, for I couldn't imagine someone greater than that of yourself… or a greater heart, either."

Silence still reigned over the two.

Tekuta sighed, cupping the Kings face with concern. "I understand you're worried, Aknamkanon. Though you cannot simply blame the things you have done in your past for any failure that could occur in our sons own future as King. I just, couldn't stand for it… for you to put that guilt on your shoulders…"

Aknamkanon looked deep into his wife's eyes, which were over glazed with seriousness. The King nodded contently, steadily removing Tekuta's hand from his cheek. "You love me too much."

The Queen grinned. "It is because of one's love that one worries." She said light-heartedly.

After smiling back at her, the King turned his attention to the setting sun, as added with a gleam in his eye, "As I do love this kingdom."

Tekuta looked in the same way, though her face became motely horrified as she caught a glimpse of the rising Nile waters.

A life to give and a life to take were all the Gods had in store for Cairo that day.

o.O.o

(Akefia's POV.)

I was not at all happy to be dragging myself the mile and a half it took to get from Elna to the Nile. The sand, baked to a high degree, barked at me as I trialed underneath the blazing sun. I was as hungry as any given animal after not eating for a number of days, and not to mention that I also risked my hydration level too.

For whatever reason, I had grown weary of traveling back and forth between here and Cairo for my own food supply, that and that I also was under a larger suspicion ever since my last visit, so it made thing more complicated to get around, I decided to try a different routine.

Not so long ago I had visited the Nile, and figured, 'why not catch my own dinner to eat?' So, with a little supplied I had proudly taken as mine, I set up a fish net.

So now I'm going to see how that plan worked out.

Upon my arrival, which couldn't have come sooner, I eased myself down the bank of the Nile to where I had my trap set up. The cool waters between my toes felt smooth as I took notice of the fresh soil and mud that had come from the flooding of the Nile. Hm. Hope that didn't effect too much of the sea life I had wished to catch.

Over thinking that, I knelt down in the clay-like substance that caked the entire bank, and checked every square inch of the netting, until I came across a large blue object.

I made a face at it; it didn't look like any fish or sea life I'd ever seen before. With my curiosity at high, I decided to take a closer look.

I eased myself into the waters and made my way over to the object. Stopping only a foot or so away from it, I noticed that it wasn't a fish or anything of the nature for that matter.

My eyebrows knitted together, oddly curious and somewhat puzzled by this foreign thing. I reached for it, touching it slightly; the blue part was fabric, though something inside was quite firm, rather solid. Now both my arms had grasped onto it to flip over and reveal…

… It was a woman's face.

OD: Okay So 1. HI IM NOT DEAD 2. I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT UPDATING FOR LIKE... MORE THAN 6 MONTHS OH MAI GAWD I FEEL SO BAD TTT-TTT

Yami: *pets head* its okay bb, everyone has that period of time.

OD: huh, well i still feel bad... plus this isn't a very long chpater, which i wnated it to be, but alskjdlaskd you people where eriously on your death bead because i hadn't updated, so i was like "no i need to save my reveiwers askldhlask!"

So... i do have some news/ reasons why it been so long... One is that i've been "enrolled" into a student assistance program at school; which is like counceling n stuff, so... thats been depressing, the least to say. Two, Karate has kept me skeptical; i got my instructors rank about a month ago, and iv'e been stressed about that. Three... i got my heart broken... yay. fun time... Four, school fucking hates me and wont stop giving me project after project to complete... huh. So, i am deeply sorry. I'm trying my best, i really am guys. Hang in there! I'm not giving up on this story yet! Please R&R... i need it :(

Yami: She also is aorry if this chapter was... well lamely writen... the nest one IS going to be longer and stuff like that... now excuse us as she heads off to bed... she's had along day.

OD: *yawns* I love you all and i shall dream of reveiws in the morning 333

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