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The Pale Savior	By : SasatheShy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The Pale Savior

Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh, nor do I make a profit off of the writing of this story. It is for fan purposes only.

In a land where men called Lords rule and judge, where enemies are easily made, and violence is easily drawn, a young pallid slave named Yuugi will become a character of great importance when he discovers an item that has chosen him to restore the land to a time of peace, and to free a man who has fallen deeply in love with him.

This is the legend of the Pale Savior, and that which he possesses.

Main Pairings: Yuugi x Yami Yuugi, Yuugi x Atemu, Ryou x Thief Bakura, Ryou x Thief Bakura x Yami Bakura, Malik x Yami Mariku

With Priest Seth x Kisara

And Atemu x OC, Thief Bakura, Ryou Bakura, and Yami Bakura x OC, and Seto Kaiba x OC

This erotica piece of fan fiction contains material not suitable for young readers, including lemons. Please heed to its rating.

It’s been so long since I’ve last posted a YuGiOh story and I am greatly excited for this one. Legend of Glory was my last upload, and I did not enjoy it one bit. While Puppyshipping is not my forte, I worked hard to improve my grammar, and I am looking forward to seeing if I can get as many hits for this as I did with that one. So, with that said I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter One: The Golden Pyramid

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   In a vast plain ruled by one of Five Lords, where the river ran fullest, was a boundary of slaves laboring in the scorching sun. They were slaves distinguished by their milky skin, for in the Five Lords’ land, it was the tanned who ruled. The slaves, commonly called Pale Faces, consisted of few, while the Dark Faces were many, having been the first to be born in the flat deserts.

   The slaves had no choice but to commend to their duties. They worked best they could as their owner’s guardsmen patrolled the area. It would not be wise to attempt escape. The guardsmen carried on them spears with arrowheads razor sharp, and bowmen stood ready at distant marks, prepared to snipe any audacious peon. The slaves feared them, but it was not just the guards they had to fear. If they managed to get away, a battle with the desert’s endless perils would be positively fatal. There was the sun, of course, but venomous snakes and scorpions skittered its sand-blanketed floor. The opposite course would lead to the river, which homed territorial hippopotamus and crocodiles. Entering its waters would be suicide.

   The innocence with moon white skin had no other choice. They must serve the superior. But no matter, for there always poised one reckless servant who condemned to their opposite foes only for the chance to some day live as an equal.

   Yuugi lived on as one. Years ago, when he was just a child, Yuugi was sold by his old master, and taken from his mother and grandfather. Now, at age eighteen, he strived to live on as he dreamed of one day seeing his family again, alive and well.

   With red hands, he held a shovel’s splintered handle. Yuugi did best to ignore the stank dripping off the large piles of cow manure he had to scoop. To his left, a blonde and white-haired duo steadily worked alongside him. They were his greatest friends in the devastatingly long six months since their shared arrival. Yuugi had told them the rules, and what not to do. He’d seen many deaths since becoming accession to his owner.

   Unfortunately, the sun’s heat was incredibly hot that day. Yuugi paused long enough to wipe his gold-painted bangs free of sweat and out of the sight of bright amethysts bogged with dizziness. He tried to keep focused, not fond of showing weakness. He was, in no way, strong. Short, with weak arms and legs, he couldn’t exactly compare to most men his age or older. He was like a young man in the body of a child, and he was so very tired. Not only were his hands blistered, but he had a bad cut oozing puss on his bottom lip. Even his friends, though the white-haired Ryou was just as easily frail as he, were both taller and stronger.

   “Hey Yuugi, how you holding up?”

   Yuugi looked to his blonde companion, Katsuya. “I’m good.”

   Nodding, Katsuya’s attention turned to the other. “Ryou?”

   “Fine,” said Ryou.

   It was as it was every day. Katsuya, being the brawniest, made sure his two friends stayed focused on the task at hand, and to not think about anything they desperately needed, such as water. Every servant was given his or her fair share. Two meals a day, with water for all every couple of hours. The best way, Yuugi concluded, to make the days seem faster was to think happy thoughts. For him, those thoughts were of his mother and grandfather. For Katsuya, it was also about family. He was as determined as Yuugi to escape and find them, knowing they were out there, scattered somewhere. For Ryou, it was his own mother, who was deceased. She had been his only family, and remembering her warm heart made him smile.

   As their day progressed, chores switched for Yuugi and Katsuya from scooping manure to collecting chicken eggs. Yuugi scavenged the sandy ground. Kneeling, he folded a small, brown egg around his fingers. He eased it into the basket of duplicates, being careful not to crack the frail shell. By the setting of the sun, he knew that the day was nearing its end. He was thankful. Exhaustion was overpowering his anguished body. Soon, he and the others would indulge in their stale bread, and cuddle together in the night, using each others’ bodies as warmth. They’d all dread the next day, doing the same un-appealing routine, but Yuugi never worried over that. Sleep he loved. It gave him the pleasantry of dreams, prayers, and hope.

   Smiling, he peeked into his basket. He’d collected a decent amount. He glanced over at Katsuya, the other just some inches in front of him, grabbing at a rather large egg. “Hey Katsuya?”

   “What is it Yuugi?”

   “How much eggs do you have?”

   Not sure what to make of Yuugi’s silly question, Katsuya took a peek inside his own basket as he counted. “Uh… Sixteen.” And he watched Yuugi count.

   “Aw,” Yuugi pouted. “I only have eleven. You’re winning.”

   “Winning?” gaped Katsuya. He sighed and shook his head. “Yuugi, this isn’t a game.”

   Giggling, Yuugi shrugged as he began roaming the ground for more eggs. “I know, but I like to think of it as one. It allows the time to breeze by. Besides, it’s fun. Isn’t it?”

   “Fun?” Katsuya gawked, nearly toppling over. “I wouldn’t really call what we do fun.”

   “Say what you will, but I find it encouraging.” Yuugi found another egg, and gleamed as he set it with the other few collected. “It helps me smile. It helps to ease my pain.”

   Wow. Katsuya eyed Yuugi. Those words hit him hard. Shortly, he smiled, and gave Yuugi a nod. “Hey, Yuugi?”

   “Hmm?”

   Grinning, the blonde held his basket high, faking a proud intention. “Bet you can’t collect as much as I’ve already done so by the end of the day.”

   With a never-faded smile, Yuugi nodded. “You’re on!”

   During the middle of their wild entertainment, a sudden shriek filled every hard-working Pale Face with unimaginable horror.

   All heads turned to find a Pale Face being dragged by his hair. The man that held him was the respected leader of the guard, Captain Gahiji, a man with ebony hair curled like a spider’s web and with a sneer worse than a demon’s trickery. He cracked a stiffness in his neck as his beady black eyes sneered at his quivering victims.

   “Form a circle,” he barked. “Move it, you worthless shits!”

   Yuugi swiftly followed Katsuya, moving as fast as his short legs could carry him. The two hunched shoulders, as well as every servant, to form a death ring. All knew what this meant. The slave the guard held had done wrong, and he must undertake punishment. To Yuugi’s demise, he knew the young boy. “Obi.”

   “Steady Yuugi,” warned Katsuya.

   The trial commenced. Captain Gahiji handled his prized cutlass with care, its silver blade ready. He ran his fingers along its smooth surface, checking the point to make sure it was sharp enough. All the while, the young boy named Obi begged for mercy, crying a fountain of tears. He repeatedly pleaded his innocence, and Yuugi believed him. Obi was a shy, quiet servant who would never dream of risking discipline. What could he have possibly done for the captain to show off that deadly blade?

   “We’re generous men,” Gahiji started, having a full-on speech prepared. “We provide you all with food, water, and shelter for your services. Yet in the end, there’s always one rotten soul who thinks he can get away with breaking the rules. That’s happened today. One of you dared to fight back: the worst crime of all.”

   No. No! It was a lie! It had to be a lie! Obi would never, ever risk his life. He did not have the guts to attack a guard.

   With his knees buckling, Yuugi stared petrified as Obi’s hands were tied. The boy, who was only a year younger than Yuugi, cried in panic as the men stripped him naked, and pushed him forward. His head was placed over a bucket that smelled of decay. It had been used before.

   Opposite the circle, Yuugi saw Ryou. The beautiful snowflake looked rather pale. He did not handle blood well, and Yuugi prayed his friend would not pass out.

   “I did nothing!” Obi squealed, not wanting to keep still. “Nothing! I swear! Please. Please believe me?”

   “Everyone shall now witness the punishment this little vermin deserves.” Gahiji kicked Obi in the stomach to shut him up. “If any one of you tries looking away, then you shall join this traitorous shit in the Underworld!”

   With no other choice, every Pale Face had to endure watching their fellow partner’s reparation.

   Yuugi stared on, apprehensive to rush over and peel them off of Obi’s tied down body. He saw Obi’s stricken horror, and new that the boy was not guilty.

   He’s innocent! Yuugi wished to shriek. Innocent! Can’t you see that? Why are you doing this? Don’t! But his thoughts meant nothing. In seconds, he watched the risen blade swoop down, cleanly slicing of Obi’s hands.

   Every slave trembled as Obi’s screams echoed across the diminutive village. Blood sprayed and stained the ground. A bemused smirk graced the lips of the depraved Gahiji while his foot met with Obi’s tear-streaked face.

   “Does it hurt?” He twirled his fine blade, now stained with the boy’s blood. “It is a shame, really. You could of easily avoided this if you had just followed the rules.” Kneeling over, he grabbed Obi’s loose black hair. “Enjoy these last few seconds of your miserable excuse of a life.”

   Another raise of the blade, and it was all over. The bucket collected the decapitated head, and the body of an innocent Pale Face was left for the locusts. The maniacal captain grinned over the remaining pests he’d love to cut if they, too, decided to cause mishap.

   “Let this be a lesson to all of you,” said he while wiping his blade clean on the linen of the fallen boy. Chuckling, he gave a short bow. “Your very lives are courtesy of Captain Gahiji and his mighty Lord. Remember that. Now, get back to work, all of you!”

   With no other choice, Yuugi spread out, staying clear of the corpse of a friend he was certain was possibly in a much better place now, even if he had suffered in order to get there.

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   Such a cruel, calamitous day it had been. Yuugi relaxed his aching body upon a dry, wool sheet, concentrated on Ryou’s hunched form spewing a bitty amount of yellowish fluid into a poorly sculpted feeding bowl. Katsuya loomed over Ryou, holding back the ill boy’s long hair, grimacing his friend’s distress.

   “Ryou,” Katsuya begun, doing best to keep his voice smooth, “This must stop. If you keep throwing up over every death we witness, then pretty soon Yuugi and I’ll be crying over your own death.”

   “I’m sorry,” sniffled Ryou. He lifted his head, and used the back of his hand as a rag to wipe at his quivering lips. “I can’t help it. Obi is…It was Obi. He’s gone.”

   Understanding, Katsuya placed the palm of his hand against Ryou’s bare, pallid back, rubbing it considerately. “I know, I know. I can’t believe Obi attacked a guard.”

   “He didn’t.”

   The two friends’ attention focused on Yuugi. Yuugi rocked in his huddled state, him actually queasy, which never deemed possible to his comrades. “He didn’t do it. Innocent. He was innocent…”



   “Yuugi,” tried Katsuya, only to be cut off.

   “Those bastards. They did it. They did it only for their sick, twisted entertainment.” Yuugi shook his head. “Obi was gentle as a fly. It was just a wicked decision out of boredom, and they just chose Obi. They sentenced him to death, and he was innocent!”

   “Stop.” Hurriedly, Katsuya got before Yuugi, and pressed his hands over Yuugi’s dirty cheeks. “Stop it, Yuugi. They’ll hear you.”

   “Then let them!”

   “No.” Katsuya gave his left hand the honor of covering Yuugi’s mouth, ignoring the oncoming stares by the ten or so slaves that shared their tent. “No, Yuugi. Listen to me, okay? I want you to cry. You’ve not cried in so long, and I think Obi would not mind. So go ahead, Yuugi. Go ahead and cry. Just remember that you still have Ryou and you still have me.”

   Perplexed emotions swept Yuugi over. His head shot up, taking in Katsuya’s unexpected, nurturing nature. “Katsuya?” His voice was muffled.

   “Cry.”

   The demand indeed took Yuugi over. Sniffling, he finally shed tears in front of his friends. After so long, he simply let it out, welcoming Katsuya’s embrace, and another soon following, him knowing it was Ryou. None of the three let go. Any presences surrounding them qualified as invisible while the three shared their moment of heartache.

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   Sleep. How wonderful it sounded in the back of Yuugi’s mind. He lay with the others, all of whom were fast asleep in the dark. Yuugi tried to relax, but he could not provide his body with the little hours of rest it needed. A rattling photograph of Obi’s fallen corpse flashed over and over off a hidden projector he struggled to shut off. No matter how he tried, no matter how he prayed, his focus continuously hit the reply button. It was useless. He could not sleep.

   Something came over him. A pressure found his inner mind, and told him to break the rules. As crazy as the idea seemed, Yuugi slowly found himself sitting up in the dark. He could hear Ryou’s gentle breathing beside him. The familiar snoring and mumbling of Katsuya came on Ryou’s other end. The two were out like candles. Perfect. Still, a part of Yuugi considered staying put.

   How dare you deceit them, the voice, Yuugi’s over-protective conscious, argued. Do not go out there, Yuugi. Do not risk getting caught. Do not risk death. Remember what Katsuya said? You still have him and you still have Ryou. They care for you, even if no one else does.

   Sure, Yuugi knew they cared, and he cared for them in return. However, another depth of his soul urged him to take that single, foolhardy chance.

   Get up, it urged. Get up.

   Moving with the slickness of a scarab, Yuugi managed to step over every soundless body. He met with the tent’s entrance. Outside, he knew guards patrolled with their lanterns, anxious to find prey. He hoped that his size would benefit to his plan.

   He crept outdoors, immediately dropping like a snake in the sand. He crawled his way through the dark. He could make out the shapes of guards in the widespread shadows. Their lanterns provided a firefly effect. The thought of touching an asp or scorpion did not put him on edge, for he would welcome their bite or sting. It was the prowling guards he was most worried about.

   There were many tents, and he slid against the side of one. He knew where he was going, but was not sure how great a distance his destination was.

   An unusual sound caught him off guard. A woman was whimpering, and he immediately assumed she to be a slave in trouble. He crept to the end of the tent, and peered around its floppy corner. What he saw chilled him to the core.

   With her tattered dress strewn unwanted, a naked slave rode atop a fortuitous guard. She appeared to want what the man was giving her, bouncing freely up and down on his stiff cock. Her pallid body shined in the moon’s light. Never before had Yuugi seen such a sight! The woman’s bountiful flesh glistened as her palms pressed against the guard’s ripped stomach for support.

   “Ride me bitch,” Yuugi heard the guard mutter. “Come on. Fucking move your hips.”

   She obeyed his command, pushing herself passed her limits, wanting to feel good. It was when she opened her eyes that she saw Yuugi spying from the tent. She gaped, startled by his existence, but remained calm. She angled her position, giving Yuugi a better view of everything. She even threw in a smile.

   The guard grunted. “What are you looking at bitch?”

   That was Yuugi’s cue to duck away. He held his breath as he heard the woman mumble, “It’s nothing. I thought I saw a mouse.” He pressed his stomach back into the ground and crawled away.

   Why? Why would she purposely allow a Dark Face to do that to her? Yuugi had recognized her. He had seen her face in the crowd during Obi’s unfortunate trial, and yet she would give herself willingly? Without struggle? Without fight? It made no sense. He would never allow a Dark Face to touch him like that, no matter their rank. Not that he had any experience, being a virgin. But the thought of getting raped was one of his worst fears.

   He shook the naked lady out of his mind as he finally reached where he wanted to be. He knew he was safe from the guards here, so he stood to his feet.

   The river, picturesque and serene, was there in front of him. He could smell its muddy-warm waters and feel the change of moisture in the air. Croaks and hisses greeted his ears. Reeds taller than he flourished the river’s banks. The scenery seemed magical to him, and he soon realized he was smiling and giggling.

   For the first time in forever, he felt free.

   The river was a haven, as well as a deathtrap. None of the guards dared to go near its banks, with it infested with unpredictable beasts. Only slaves entered the water to collect for drink and wash. One of the elders told his story to Yuugi, Katsuya, and Ryou about how he had been washing off some worn linens in the water when a large crocodile jumped straight out and snatched his arm, taking it right off. There were far more tales of tragedies, however, than there were of survivors.

   It was perfect. Standing there, Obi’s image flashed once more across Yuugi’s mind. Consequently, he also thought of death. How easy would it be to just give himself to the river to swallow? Would a crocodile’s snapping jaws be less humiliating and painful than Captain Gahiji’s blade?

   Looking out at the river’s surface, Yuugi saw a pair of yellow eyes watching him. A herd of hippopotamus, no doubt. He heard a loud splash, and watched the eyes sink into the murky water.

   Uncertain of his feelings, Yuugi slowly undressed. He tossed the linen he wore (his only reliable source of clothing) to the muddy floor and stood nude before the scary river.

   It was as if he was pleading to be eaten, just wanting his miserable life to end, and end quickly. Perhaps he was cheating, and perhaps he was being unfair. He had friends. Was his careless hope of suicide going to have a burdening impact on the two that cared for him? And what about his mother? His grandfather? If they were alive, would he be hurting their innocent hearts as well?

   Stiffening, Yuugi knew he could not do it. Though he ached, he knew that this was not the answer. Warm tears greeted his cheeks. They poured like little waterfalls, warm and boundless as his legs gave away. His hands and knees sunk into the mud as he cried. Certain he would not sleep that night, he gave time to the emotions gushing out of him.

   “No,” he sniffed, shaking his head. “No.”

   His hands sunk into the wet mud. Something sharp pricked his finger. He gasped and, upon bringing his hand back, he saw a faint golden shimmer burning like a fallen star in the thick mud. Curiosity overtook his sadness as he stared mesmerized at the pointed object. He reached out to it, tried to pull it free, but it wouldn’t budge. It was stuck.

   Cupping his hands like shovels, Yuugi started to dig. He scooped the wet mud into his hands, tossing large portions aside. He worked around the object, determined to free it from its grimy predicament, eager to claim it as his. It grew larger and larger as he smoothed out the sides.

   “Oh!” he gasped. “It’s a pyramid.”

   Indeed, whatever the object was, the shape was identifiably a pyramid. Anxious, Yuugi gripped its slippery edges, and mustered his all to pull it free. Unfortunately, it would not budge. Grumbling, Yuugi continued working his hands along it, desperate to obtain it. “Come on. Come on.”

   Gaping, he felt movement. Sliding his hands into the squishy mess, he realized he could feel the bottom of it. He gripped it best he could and tugged with all his might. In seconds, his newfound treasure greatly loosened, and easily freed itself from its soiled prison.

   Amazed was how Yuugi felt while he rolled the golden item in his hands. His mouth was slightly ajar. He stared at it in awe, filled with grand curiosity and, well, unexpected happiness. He had just discovered an amazing find, with zero clues as to what it was, and how it ended up buried where it had been seconds before. And he was the one that had found it! Him, of all people! Certainly, if some Dark Face had gotten their hands on it, the first impression would be to sell it off. Actually, that was not a bad idea. What if this discovery belonged to a Lord? What if it was important?

   Smiling, Yuugi grabbed at his linen attire, and used its surface to wipe the pyramid clean. The item had a light of its own, it seemed. Its sheer beauty and breathtaking glow left a rather stunned Yuugi admiring its every curve. His finger slid along the fancy design, feeling along a golden, creepy eye engraved into a single side of the pyramid’s four golden bases. It appeared as if the eye could pop out, like the trinket could be broken apart. And on the pyramid’s bottom was a golden loop. Yuugi held it to his skin, being very gentle with it. He smiled at his find.

   “It’s mine,” he said while hugging it. “Mine.” And he could not wait to show Katsuya and Ryou.

   Shit! Reality dawned on him. If the Dark Faces found it, if his friends knew of it, Yuugi would get into big trouble. No. No one would find it. He’d keep it hidden, somehow. He had to. There was no way he was going to just place it back where he found it, and give it up.

   It chose him.

   Smiling, Yuugi dressed, and with the pyramid snuggled underneath his arm, he carefully crawled his way back to the tent. From that one spot, he saw that the woman and guard were no longer there. The slave must be nestled back in her own tent, where she belonged.

   Miraculously making it back safe and sound, Yuugi quietly retook his spot next to Ryou, and pulled a single torn blanket over his special gift, hiding it from view. He snuggled it against his heart, unsure if he felt its warmth, but knowing its presence helped as sleep finally took him over.

   As he slept, Yuugi and the others were unaware of a sudden bright, vibrant light illuminating off of the golden artifact. The entire room brightened, and in seconds the room was dark again.

   The pyramid was gone.

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Here is the start of my newest piece. I hope to have caught your attention. If things go well, I will do my best to post for you readers a new chapter very often.

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