... oh God, I could clean up an entire battle from YGO manga scans and rework it for litigation! 0________________________0 AND IT WOULD WORK!
Oh, trust me, it really is very exciting. And then after that I would write the post about why I simply can't do the Puzzleshipping thing despite it being the thing I started reading YGO for, because it is just too much like the life of a trainee lawyer. This really will make sense when I explain it, but not today. Because I was in the office at 8.30am and I was still at my desk after handing work I was given today in at 10.15pm when I got a call about work, and it is now 2.05am and I am typing this with an 360+++page affidavit in my lap.
Main similarity between the life of a trainee lawyer and puzzleshipping? You spend a lot of time doing impossible things for your aibou.
Main difference? IRL, when your aibou says JUMP, you don't ASK how high, you just say, FROM WHERE, HOW LONG DO YOU WANT ME TO STAY IN THE AIR, and Do You Want the Moon and Stars on My Way Down? And you say it with a smile.
SO! Because someone special asked: this isn't actually the answer, but one day I will get the courage to post it (and there will be great D: when I do). And until then I will work up my courage by posting in tiny pieces!
I wrote this during last year's examinations, when I only knew the vaguest outlines of YGO's Millenium Kingdom/Memory Arc canon. I knew next to nothing, but I really wanted to capture my idea of what I thought would happen before seeing how the mangaka actually made it happen, so I wrote this. I had a lot of fun writing it, probably for all the wrong reasons.
WARNING: SPOILERS for the YGO Egyptian Arc, (just a little, I think I was shockingly accurate in my predications for some parts), and canon-breaking because I didn't know what Atem and Seth were like when I wrote it. So I imagined characterisation for them the way I wanted it and this is what I got.
Characters: Atem and Seth.
Rating: Completely G.
author's note: Key differences between the story and YGO canon
(a) I didn't know that Atem and Seth were cousins when I wrote this, so Atem and Seth don't know they're cousins. Just like they didn't know for most of the Egyptian arc.
(b) I didn't know there was such a wide age gap between Atem and Seto. Canonically, Atem's a baby when Seto's a child, and Atem's a young boy/teenager when Seto is a young man. In the story I wrote a two-to-three year age difference.
(c) oh God the characterisation. Canon!Atem turned out so different from the way I wrote him. I wrote him mischievious and laughing and as different from Seto as possible. Canon!Seto, on the other hand, was surprisingly close to the way I imagined him.
( sun and moon )
They are children when they first meet, not yet the Pharaoh and the High Priest, for it is early yet in their lives, and the halls of power are as distant from them as the sun in the sky. They are just Atem and Seth, the youngest children in the Palace.
Even at that age, Seth is serious and reserved. He is a quiet child, often given to introspection. Some might call him standoffish, did it not seem more than slightly ridiculous to call a child of eight standoffish.
Atem knows better, though. He knows Seth isn’t standoffish, and neither is he shy, as some of the mothers think. Atem knows that Seth is neither of these things, and also that it is simply that there are not many things that interest him.
The simple monotony of the Palace life doesn’t disagree with Seth, but Atem chafes at it, as only a child can do. Atem is to Seth as day is to night: lively where Seth is still, talking from sun-up to sun-set where Seth tends to be silent, save for a few sharp words to him where he feels that Atem is being disruptive, which is almost all the time. No one stops Seth, though – privately, many feel that Atem, future Pharaoh or not, still has a lot to learn, and it might just as well be Seth who teaches it to him.
As the years march on they grow into their separate lives and the separate paths they will take through life, but somehow they remain always in each other’s orbit. Atem seeks Seth out, and Seth suffers his presence, and in that gives Atem more than he has given almost anyone whom he encounters. Seth does not suffer fools gladly, and he has remarked often enough that Atem is an exception, a habit – if not a disease – acquired with time.
Atem is fifteen when he is anointed Pharaoh, and Seth, to his intense annoyance, is ordained High Priest alongside him.
Just as the Pharaoh had predicted, the kingdom's newest High Priest was not pleased.
“With you as Pharaoh, I’m going to have to do everything in this kingdom!”
To this Atem laughs, and leans over to kiss the newest High Priest’s cheek. He laughs harder yet when Seth recoils as if he’s been struck by a viper.
Seth grumbles to him later that his appointment was as much due to his own abilities as it was to the fact that he is the only one who can really keep the Pharaoh in check.
At this Atem laughs, but Atem is always laughing.
Atem conquers and Seth consolidates. The priesthood suits Seth, with its rituals and adherence to order, just as the battlefield and the ever-changing rules of politics suit Atem. To each his own, and to both the ruling of Egypt. They’re both very good at the games they play. They have to be, and it’s just as well, because power is just another game, after all.
They make a good pair, it is said, and they do. They argue, but it is common for brilliant men who feel strongly about their own opinions to argue. There is something about the radiance of Atem’s sun that seems to find its balance and its touchstone with Seth’s calm and quiet.
The bright years do not last long undimmed, however, and in the third year of Atem’s reign, darkness descends over the land in the shape of vengeance held too long in abeyance and in the form of a demon no one knows how to defeat.
The final desperate plan is unexpected, and comes from the last person anyone would have thought could have come up with it. It is whispered later that the High Priest thought of it first, but that he refused to pay its price. However it happened, it was the Pharaoh who devised it, and as the Pharaoh predicted, his High Priest is to say the least, not happy with his plan.
“Over my dead body!” snarled Seth, when the Pharaoh first tells him of what he intended to do.
Atem knew he would react this way. After all, the High Priest was one of those charged personally with securing the Pharaoh’s life with his own. What Atem was proposing would have been a slap in the face to anyone who took their duty as seriously as Seth did.
“No, Seth,” says Atem, gently. “Over mine.”
Seth glares at him, and in that moment the Pharaoh feels everything his High Priest cannot say to him, all unspoken in the furious glare from those brilliant blue eyes.
The High Priest storms out of the room, but the Pharaoh knows that he’ll come around.
He has to. There’s no other way.
When it all falls apart, someone has to be left to pick up the pieces, put them back together, and carry on.
Atem is the sun, after all, but even that sun must set sometime, and the moon rise to take its place.