Cãll Of the Sãnd(MxM)

Awareness

A heavily ornamented voluptuous figure pranced around happily, humming on her own when her eyes focused on something far away. Upon looking at it properly she identified it as a whirlpool of sand, a quite angry and frustrated one. The effect of that whirlpool even reached her palace as well since the curtains and her clothes began to sway as per the direction of the wind. She breathed in deeply and a smile crept upon her ruby lips.

Seems like her boring days might be over soon.

At the center of Egypt where tall sand mountains rise to the height of the sun, two worried black pools stared at horizon. The sand storm had calmed down a while ago and the surroundings had become clear-the stars winked at her from the sky. She retreated back to her room, sat on the floor and dragged her finger on the floor to make a pattern, murmured some incantations making the pattern glow and few minutes later she gasped and scrambled off the floor. The pattern has stopped glowing and it was smudged by the sudden movement of its creator who looked at it with horrified eyes.

The entire desert stretches of Egypt hummed and vibrated even after the stillness and calm that prevailed after the sudden sand whirlpool. It seems that the most awaited storm is not very far.

An audible slap echoed in the dark corners of Duat or the underworld where the dark waters of Nile flowed silently like dead. Following the painful echo of the slap, a shadow of a tall man with slightly subsided raised hand and a dark haired guy sitting on the floor with his hands on his face, nursing his swollen cheek that was probably forming a bruise by now. His wide dark orbs stared at the other person as he felt himself tongue tied as to what to tell. He didn't feel the need to apologize neither did he feel the anger of the other person to be justified enough to hit him.

Still, he went according to his budding sensations that crept within the hollowness of his chest that he has always felt ever since he opened his eyes and started calling the other person as 'Father'; "I didn't know."

The other side gave no answer but continued to drill holes at him by glaring.

"I didn't know that the red flower is something un-I mean important to you." He added. "Father."

"You didn't know that the red flower was important enough to report to me but felt like visiting it every single day?" The 'Father' spoke coldly while twirling a lone red flower in his thick, sleazy fingers. "Answer me Anubis."

"It was quite unusual." Anubis replied desperately trying to steady his voice. The other man spoke to him a in a voice of repressed anger, his actions full of uncanny calmness.

"And I find you to be quite unusual enough to be punished." Without any further ado, a large palm covered Anubis' face.

And later the figure flopped down on the floor.