I Am An Outsider {Ikaia/Imhotep}
May 20, 2018 10:03:41 GMT -5
Post by kap on May 20, 2018 10:03:41 GMT -5
IMHOTEP ZONTINI
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I'm on the outside looking through.
“Tep,” his mother told him that morning. “You’re twenty-three years old. It’s about time you moved out.”
As the oldest child in the Zontini family, he knew that this particular request would be making its way to the surface one of these days. His parents may have respected him, but they still seemed to care more about his younger siblings. He understood that he was at an age where he should be living on his own, and he had enough money to do so, but what made him a bit curious was as to what age his other siblings would have to move out at. His parents paid much more attention to them than him, and certainly seemed to favor them, so Tep assumed that they’d likely be allowed to stay longer.
There wasn’t much time to prepare himself for the move, either. That morning, as soon as Imhotep was told that he needed to move out, they wanted him to leave. He had to pack up his things and get out of the house to go out on his own. Therefore, he did just this. He hated having to do so, but he wasn’t going to disobey his parents. Making anyone in the family look bad was a big ‘no’, meaning that he had to do as he was told.
Once Imhotep’s things were all packed up, he was to move them on his own with no assistance from the family. His parents insisted that this was to teach him independence. Personally, he thought it was just lazy and rude of them not to help or not to ask any of his many siblings to give a little bit of assistance. Regardless, he still wasn’t going to argue. Taking a couple boxes at a time by stacking them on top of each other, he headed out the front door with them. He’d been told by his parents that there was a place for him to live down the street. They’d purchased it for him with their excess wealth, and he was at least appreciative that they had thought about finding a place for him to actually go when they kicked him out.
A couple of hours later, there was only one very large box left. Picking up the remaining box, Tep started to walk towards his new home with it. He headed down the street, almost there, when he tripped, causing the box to hit the ground and him to go down with it, the contents of the box scattering in front of him. Luckily, nothing broke, as it was a box of books, but he was still rather irritated. He just had to try his best not to show his irritation.
”You are never to make us look bad as a family. We are the Zontini family, and we do not give others a bad impression of ourselves to anyone, got it?” His father had told him this many times before. Imhotep obeyed, of course, not wanting to get any of the many punishments that his parents certainly had up their sleeves. Now that he was on his own, though, did he still have to follow those rules, or could he finally be himself? He supposed he’d just have to figure that out as time went on.
Regardless, Tep started picking up his books and placing them back in the box. He brushed the dirt off of each book that he picked up. As he was doing this, though, he felt another presence, like someone was nearby, watching what he was doing. Imhotep looked up to see another face. At first, he was caught a bit off guard, thinking it was the victor by the name of Kirito Miristioma. It didn’t confuse him for more than a moment or two, though, as he quickly realized that this wasn’t Kirito. It was his twin brother, Ikaia. Ikaia hardly got any attention compared to Kirito, especially since Kirito was not only a victor, but the mayor of the District. Perhaps that was why Imhotep knew who this guy was. Imhotep had always been the one in his family who was overlooked for his siblings, and Ikaia seemed to be the same way.
Imhotep had always been the one to notice the hidden or obscure, and Ikaia seemed to certainly be hidden, as Tep had never really heard his name mentioned in conversation very much before. It was very occasional that Ikaia was mentioned, and it was normally when someone was speaking of his brother. Tep knew how that was, at least to some extent. It was always Horus did this, Thoth did that. They never focused on him. They were more concerned about the others. What did Hapi do today? Anything new with Khonsu? No one cared about what Imhotep did, as long as he was following the family’s rules and customs.
Now that he was on his own, maybe he could finally break the cycle of being an outsider.
That’s why Imhotep stood up, brushed off his jeans and spoke to Ikaia.
”Ikaia, it’s nice to meet you, sir,” he said with a slight nod of the head. ”I’m Imhotep Zontini. I hope I’m not a bother, being in the way here. I was just moving this box of books to my house and I tripped. Now I have to pick it all up. Hopefully I’m not in your way.”
I know I'm not the same as you.
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