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Rulers and Rogues	By : Khat Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 10587 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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So, this one’s slow too. Things have just been hectic lately. It doesn’t look like it’s going to clear up much in the near future either, unfortunately. Ah, well…
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Wolf huffed, lying on his back and glaring at the clouds that were slowly covering the sky. It had better not rain. Although, he supposed it was overdue. It had been what, two, three weeks since it had last rained. Although, he supposed it could have rained while he had been down in the dungeon.
Sighing, he sat up and looked around. He was bored out of his mind, literally. After the escape attempt he and Prince had made with the girls, a good week ago now, he had been dragged back up to the balcony and chained back up again. Kaiba had shortened the chain, too, to about half the length it had been before.
And then, he had been ignored. He had been fed, of course, the bowl or plate delivered by a servant girl, always the same one, though he hadn’t manage to get her to talk to him yet, and every other day a guard would release him and take him to the bathroom for a bath, but he wouldn’t talk to him either, besides terse commands.
And Kaiba… well, at the moment he was sitting at the table, again typing at his laptop, but Wolf might as well have been invisible for all the attention the brunet gave him.
“Arrogant asshole.” Wolf muttered under his breath, focusing a vicious glare on the other man’s back. If it was noticed, there was no indication.
“Your suitcase is packed, Master.” Both the males turned to look at the girl who had appeared in the doorway, one confused, the other slightly annoyed.
“Thank you, Twila. That will be all.” Kaiba said, returning his attention to the computer. Twila bowed and left.
“Where are you going?” Wolf snapped. He might as well have saved his breath, since the CEO didn’t even let on that he had heard anything. Wolf growled. He hated being ignored. At first, he had intended to outlast the jerk’s little game, but he had had enough.
“Stop ignoring me, you bastard.”
“Silence!” Wolf blinked at the command, surprised, though that quickly turned to pleased smugness when he realised that he had actually managed to achieve his goal.
“If you cannot be quiet, Mutt, I will have you muzzled.”
“Tch. Just try it.” The blond clenched one hand into a fist. Kaiba only closed the laptop, standing and heading back into the room.
“Behave yourself while I’m gone.” He ordered as he stepped through the door, closing it after him.
“Gone? Wait, what?” Wolf moved to look in the room, seeing the CEO talking to the girl. Twila, Moneybags had called her, hadn’t he? Well, at least he knew her name now, he supposed.
Twila moved to close the curtains, then, blocking the view, and Wolf settled back on the pad, frowning, wondering where the brunet was going that he needed a suitcase for. Then he wondered why he even cared. It wasn’t like it was going to mean his days were any different.
Unless they forgot to feed him.
He panicked a moment, but then forced himself to relax. Kaiba was a lot of things, but he wasn’t irresponsible. The very thought made him laugh. An irresponsible Kaiba. That would be as likely as… as a sadistic Yugi. Nah, he had nothing to worry about. Except for those damned rainclouds.
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Prince shifted, sitting up and looking around, sighing. He was awake, maybe… He was never quite sure, nowadays. Everything seemed to blend together.
How long had he been down here? A couple days, a week? Maybe a month? There was no way to tell time. He had been judging by how often he had ended up in the soul room, but he didn’t think that was a very accurate scale, really. Sometimes when he went to sleep, he’d end up there, and sometimes he wouldn’t. He had even had a few nights… sleeps?... when he thought he had dreamed, when they had just sat together and talked about things he couldn’t remember now. But they had seemed to be too real to be dreams at the time.
He never saw anyone else, his food slipped in through a slot in the door. He thought it might be laced, actually, since his sheets were changed without waking him, and he knew that he was being taken for more of those electrolysis treatments. It became obvious one morning when he had woken up to find that the stubble that had coated his cheeks when he had gone to sleep was entirely gone, and he doubted it had been a mere shave, since the stubble hadn’t returned. Or, at least, not so thickly.
Frowning, he moved off the bed, stretching and eyeing the meal that had been left for him, picking up the tray and taking it to the small table by the bed. The food was much better than most would have expected a prisoner to have, and there was nothing he didn’t like amongst the dishes. It was almost sweet that the Pharaoh remembered his favourite foods, he thought, if such a word could be applied in his current circumstances.
Sighing, he paced the room boredly, not feeling hungry at the moment. He very seldom felt hungry, lately, even though he knew he should be eating more. Mostly he just wanted someone to talk to. He glanced at his bed, considering. He could try to sleep, he supposed. If he was awake. Maybe he was already asleep and dreaming. Shivering, he stared around, almost expecting the Pharaoh to appear suddenly.
He was almost beginning to think he was somehow encouraging the… the what, attacks, rape? That was what it was, wasn’t it? But when he thought rape, he thought violence, and pain. There was neither in his… meetings… with the Spirit. Anzu had been right. The Pharaoh was a gentle lover.
Or, perhaps it was just his right. They were soulmates, after all. And Bakura had taken Ryou to his bed, frequently, Prince guessed. Admittedly he wasn’t sure about Marik and Malik, but it made sense. Did that make it his responsibility to submit, then?
Sighing, he rubbed his head and moved to lie back down on the bed, wishing things weren’t so complicated.
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Yami finished signing his name on the last of the papers on his desk, leaning back and sighing. He frowned as the door was opened.
“Are you coming?” Kaiba stood in the doorway, looking more annoyed than was usual.
“There’s this thing called knocking. You four really need to learn how to do it.”
“We know how, though.” Malik answered, squeezing past the brunet. “Kaiba said he’s going to leave without you if you don’t move it.”
“Malik, shut up.”
“Did he? I’m sure he’d love to do the negotiating in my place.” The Canadian government had sent an offer, a few days earlier, to speak with them. The Pharaoh wondered what they were up to, since they had insisted, when the United States had fallen, that they would not give in to a tyrant like him.
Personally, Yami thought that, as tyrants went, he was a rather easygoing one. It was his right to rule, as the son of a God, and it wasn’t like the rulers of the various countries were doing all that good on their own. Wars, starvation, disease. Thousands died every day because no one could be bothered to care for them. Yes, perhaps his own tactics were, at first look, a little extreme, but no more so than some of the past attempts. And, it was true, people died in his conquest. But it couldn’t be avoided, and their descendants, in time, would thank him. The streets would become safer, when thieves and murderers and the other of that ilk were permanently dealt with.
“Well, let’s go, then.” He moved around the desk, Malik and Kaiba stepping out of the doorway to let him pass. Marik was busy terrorizing his secretary. Yami absently reminded himself to give her a raise. After putting up with them, she certainly deserved it.
“Where’s Bakura?” He asked, frowning. Malik shrugged.
“He’s spent most of his time out in the city, looking for Ryou.” The Egyptian answered. “He still doesn’t believe you guys.” Yami rolled his eyes. Despite the fact that he, Marik and Kaiba had all seen the silver-haired rebel, Bakura still insisted that it couldn’t have been Ryou, and seemed determined to prove his point.
“We don’t need him anyway. Come on.” Yami strode out into the hall, ignoring the promise Marik loudly stage-whispered to the poor secretary. Malik snorted in laughter and Kaiba merely rolled his eyes as the four headed down the hall towards the courtyard, where the limo waited.
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Bakura stopped, listening intently. To the casual observer, the alleyway he stood in would have seemed deserted, except for him. But he was more observant than that. One had to be, to have managed as well as he had back in Egypt.
He couldn’t have said exactly what it was that told him that his quarry was close, though he supposed it was possible that at least part of it was their mindlink. It didn’t matter, either, really.
“Ryou. Come here.” He actually half expected him to obey. The Ryou he had known would have. But if it was true, what the Pharaoh and the others insisted… It couldn’t be. Ryou was terrified of heights.
A movement drew his eyes, and he glared at the rat that scurried amid the garbage. Living out here, when he could be warm and well-fed at the castle. His hikari was an idiot.
Or maybe he was. Certainly, in Egypt, he would have chosen this life rather than serve the Pharaoh. He snorted. Ryou had made him weak. Surprising, and strangely ironic, the way things had turned out.
Fox remained silent where he hid, searching the alleyway for some sort of escape. A fire-escape was built against the building across the alley from him, but he’d never get to it before Bakura noticed him. He’d much rather keep his secret hidden.
Climbing the wall was a useless idea, as well. There weren’t enough handholds, and he’d be seen after a few feet anyway.
But he couldn’t stay here. And he might have enough tricks to fend off any other attacker, but fighting against Bakura… Well, some instincts were just too hard to overcome. He had been taught to obey his yami ever since the Thief had first appeared, often with brutal lessons. Even disobeying his order to come was hard.
How had he found him, anyway? Fox had always tried his hardest to avoid his yami, not wanting to risk something like this. He had even been laying low, hoping the Spirit would lose interest. But he had had to come out to eat sometime.
It didn’t matter, though. He had found him, and now Fox had to do something to get away. He couldn’t help Wolf and Prince if he got caught in the same situation they were in.
Waiting for just the right moment, Fox lunged across the alley, actually jumping up the first few steps of the ladder, climbing as quickly as he could then.
“Ryou!” The call was filled with anger, and Fox flinched, terror rising in his throat, climbing faster. He expected, any moment, to feel Bakura’s hand tighten around his ankle, but he reached the top finally, rolling over the edge, coming up on his feet and streaking across the top of the roof.
“Damn it.” He growled when he got to the other edge, realising how far the distance was between the building he was on and its neighbour. If he had run the other way, and jumped across the alley…. But Bakura was on the roof now, moving closer and looking furious. Fox shifted nervously, moving back slowly.
“Come here, Ryou. Before you get me more irritated.” Bakura scowled, striding across the roof of the building. In the back of his mind, though, was a slight hint of worry. Ryou was too close to the edge for his tastes. And what the hell had happened. This wasn’t the fragile boy he remembered. The clothes, the posture… It all seemed more like Malik’s style, truthfully.
Fox turned to look back as the backs of his legs hit the barrier that marked the edge of the roof. Turning, he looked down and shivered.
“Don’t focus on it.” He murmured to himself. “You know better than that.” He looked back toward Bakura. The Egyptian had stopped, watching him, the worry supplanting the anger, now.
“Be careful, Hikari…” He cautioned, taking a slow step forward. Fox just stared at him, doing a very good impression of a deer in a car’s headlights. He had to get away, had to do something. But Prince had always been the planner in the group. If he had been unable to escape…
Bakura took another step forward and Fox jumped up onto the barrier, balancing easily. The Spirit, though, froze, eyes wide as he watched.
“Tenshi…. Come down.” Bakura kept his voice low and stayed still, being sure to do nothing to upset his hikari. Fox tilted his head, watching him a moment, then took a step to the side. Bakura didn’t move. Fox took another step, forcing himself to calm down and study the situation. It was obvious that Bakura was scared of him falling, which, really, was a little surprising. But he could use that to his advantage. If he moved around the edge, he could get to a point where he could escape. Deciding, he began to move, starting around the corner of the building.
Bakura moved as well, this time, angling to cut off the retreat. Fox stopped, considering. That wasn’t going to work, it seemed. He hated to just give up, but… He looked around the street again. There was a pole sticking out, below him, obviously having been meant to hold a sign, though the sign seemed long gone. He could try jumping down to it, but, if he missed, or his grip slipped. And even then, once he got there, he’d have nowhere to go from that point.
Wait, where was… He let out a shocked squeak as strong arms suddenly wrapped around his waist, pulling him back and away from the edge, striking out instinctively.
“Hikari.” Fox went still, closing his eyes and shuddering in Bakura’s grasp, tensing for the slap he expected. But he was turned around instead, pulled along as the Spirit knelt, arms wrapping around him in a suffocating hug.
“You little idiot. What the hell did you think you were doing?” Fox blinked in surprise at the response, than noticed something that shocked him to the core. Bakura was shuddering. As long as he had known the Spirit, he had always been in control of himself. He would never allow this sort of weakness.
Nervously, Fox lowered his shield, slamming it back up in place at the intensity of the feelings he felt. Fear, relief, anger. But what could have happened to make the cold, sadistic Tomb Raider feel such things?
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Tavi – Lol Yeah, keyboards are such finicky things. And he will get to the real thing, eventually. But now we have Ryou captured, which surely promises another lemon soon.
AngelBelle – Thanks. Though, I’m not sure if it could be really be considered an AU, despite where I dropped it. It’s more a continuation with slight modification. Yeah, I guess it is AU…
Dragonlady222 – Yes, I know, and, logically, he’d know too, if he thought about it. But he’s kind of dealing with the usual post-rape reactions. Since that is, technically, what it was.
Cody_Thomas – Lol It might not be a terrific idea to kick someone with access to all the Millennium Items, though… Woohoo – I’ll try to do it more often from now on, then. ^^
RandomPerson – I hope this wasn’t too long a wait for you.
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