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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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Chapter Twelve: The Lord of Shadows

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   The bulky stranger carried his new find into the depths of the earth. He made his way down a stairwell of loose stone, not at all unnerved by the darkness getting thicker with every steep step. Silky cobwebs clung to corners of the cracked steps, the walls made of dirt and roots. The only glimmer of light came from a crevice which showed that the plain stone wall hid a secret door.

   “Home at last,” spoke the attractive deep voice. “Won’t my delicious pets be surprised when they see what I’ve brought?”

   A low hiss replied to the man, the sound coming from in-between his bare feet.

   “I know Darling,” a low chuckle sounded. “I’m sure they’ll be jealous.”

   One hand pressed into the wall. A soft click sounded, and the man stood back as a hidden passageway revealed itself. As the door finished lifting, the man made his way into the secret entrance.

   In the light of many lit lanterns, the man’s identity showed. A mess of dirty gray white hair gave him a wild appearance. Beady violet eyes glimpsed this way and that. On his handsome face, traces of once noticeable scars were burned into the skin of his right cheek. A worn out darkened robe that was possibly once bright red fell from his shoulders just pass his knees. Beneath it was a deep purple linen shenti, long and tied with a yellowish sash. The man read poor, but he grandly stepped as if he were one of the richest men in the land.

   He carried his unconscious pale discovery through an expanding grim tunnel. The place was his dwelling, with four available rooms. The main center was round, the entire underground declaring itself as old catacombs. There, resting at a fire, a young woman with skin bright as the sun rose her head to stare captivated by the angel being carried in the man’s arms. She leaned back. A helping of sand bleach curls fell behind her shoulders, revealing on her pale neck dark bite marks. Her copper eyes were filled with fear and betrayal. Ignoring her, the man carefully trudged into one of the smaller rooms, keeping on alert as he placed the young Pale Face on a bed of simple wool, and nothing more.

   Here and there, non-poisonous and poisonous snakes slithered the floor. Many watched their keeper, wondering who that was with him, laying still. Of all the snakes, the largest, the albino that stuck out, did the most examining.

   She raised her head to the knee of her owner, begging to be held now that the new pet was buried beneath the itchy sheets.

   “You are jealous then?” he chuckled, reaching down to collect the snake in his hands as he lifted her up on his shoulders.

   She hissed comfortably, fitting around him like a fancy shawl.

   Smirking, the man brought a finger to the top of his snake’s head to rub her silvery skin. “There’s no need for that, Darling. You know you’re my number one.”

   Instantly, his eyebrows twitched. From the corner of his violet eye, he saw a silhouette from the hallway. “I know you’re there, my delectable Miu. Come on in.”

   The young woman peeked inside. She guided herself over to the scary man. She stared down at the unconscious boy, then shook her head wildly. “No. What have you done? You promised there would be no one else! You promised.”

   “Promise?” The man quirked his gaze to the cracked ceiling above. “I don’t remember making any sort of promise. Do you recall any promise of the sort, my Darling?” He nuzzled his large reptile.

   “But…” Miu stammered, shaken. “You did…”

   Another curious figure came into the room. A young man with hair equally as white as the unconscious pretty’s with deep brown uncertain eyes. His ghostly skin was covered in a heap of viciously bruised love bites given to him by his master. All he wore was a very short white shenti hardly covering anything.

   Gradually he entered the room, crawling on hands and knees like an animal. He instinctively went over to examine the newcomer in his master’s blanket. He gave a sniff and tilted his head. No. Why had this angelic face been brought into the lair? Only he and the damned female were allowed.

   “What do you think?” asked the master while cradling his snake. “Is he not gorgeous?”

   “Who is it?” he asked shakily.

   “That we’ll have to find out after he wakes up. I watched him nearly plummet to his death in the desert, and he looked so helpless that I could not resist.”

   Wrinkling his nose, the pet was not amused. He crawled like a crab backwards before turning to leave the room. It was obvious he was jealous of that lovely new face. The muscular shadow was his to please, and to please alone. Miu still did not thrill him, either.

   “Mine,” he whimpered as he went. “Master’s mine. Mine. Mine. Mine…”

   Snorting, the master of the house took a seat on the cold floor. “He’ll get over it.”

   Miu slowly sat down, pushing her hands into the sandy floor. She stared straight at her master, her face daunted with adorable freckles. “You promised me that no one else would have to go through what Pet Baku and I have to go through. Y -- you promised.” She lowered her gaze, trembling.

   Raising his cold vision, the man glared at his lovely pet. “Are you going to cry?”

   “No,” she whimpered.

   “Because you know I don’t like it when you cry, Miu.” He brought his hand out to brush some of her bright hair out of her face. He lifted her chin, then slithered his fingers over her face, grasping her cheeks. He pushed them together, forcing her to look at him. “It takes away your beauty. It makes me think that you do not enjoy living down here, with me.”

   Rubbing her hands together nervously, Miu shifted her eyes to the boy. “What if he has a -- a family? Will you let him go if he has a family?”

   “Maybe,” he grinned. “I’ll have to consider. But he was stranded alone in the desert. I highly doubt he has anyone. Just like you have no one.”

   “I had my daddy,” she murmured.

   “And what happened to him?” He saw how she struggled, how she longed to snap her eyes shut, to not look at him, but knew if she did this she could be punished. “Say it.”

   “He died,” she said with great lament.

   “That’s right. He died. If your father knew, he would thank me for protecting his only daughter. He would be pleased to know you have a home, where you are well fed, and cared for, and loved. Right?”

   She nodded. With her face released, she scooted back, pushing against the cold wall. She pushed away a few asps in her way, then huddled where she sat, wearing a simple white linen dress barely keeping her large breasts from popping out, it as poorly sewn as the one the other wore, the one she called Pet Baku.

   “Good.” The master refocused on this third catch, smirking with victor as he lit one of the many oil lamps stolen from the world above. A world he did not care for. He sighed lustfully, admiring the boy’s pallid complexion, and hair whiter than blissful clouds. Caressing the back of his knuckle over one cheek brought great happiness to his groin. “Just look at that face, Miu, my Darling. What a sight. I know that he will learn to like it here.”

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   Blackness surrounded Ryou, but even so he fought against it. He saw light far ahead, and raced to find safety. He was shaking terribly, his skin felt on fire, sweat trickled the tip of his nose.

   “Where am I?” he screamed. “What’s happened to me?”

   The reflection of his past home haunted him. The guards of Gahiji stormed into homes, dragging out men, women, and children, searching and killing. His owners, they were deceased. Everyone. All dead. Just like his mother. All but him.

   “Help me,” he pleaded as he reached for the bright light, competing for it, which the dark seemed eager to gobble into nothing. “Help!”

   “Easy. Easy…”

   A soothing voice calmed him. He closed his eyes briefly, only to open them to discover that he had been fast asleep. He awoke in a very cold place, sweaty and confused. Very gentle caresses brushed along his heated forehead, pushing down locks of his moist white bangs. Above him, a shadow loomed.

   When it occurred to Ryou that he was not alone, panic swelled, and he tried to skitter back. His entire body ached, however, heavy with unwanted weight and pain. He cried loudly, begging to be spared from harm.

   “Relax.” It was that voice again. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

   Large hands covered his body, forcing him into a sheet of wool. He was wrapped snug like a caterpillar in a cocoon. He welcomed the warmth, and did best to not feel afraid. Glancing up, he saw that the shadow was no monster, but a man. A devilishly handsome Dark Face with piercing violet eyes, a wild gray mane, a straight long nose, chapped beautiful lips, and a line of scars that Ryou astonishingly urged to touch. Never before had he found any Dark Face so enthralling, riveting, or sexy.

   Weakly, Ryou mumbled, “Who are you?”

   “Someone who’s going to take good care of you,” the man answered. “You may call me Bakura.”

   “Bakura?”

   “Yes, and what is your name?”

   “My name is Ryou,” he said tiredly, softly.

   The man approved of this beautiful name. “Ryou.” He grinned. “That is a great name.”

   “Where am I?” Ryou winced, glad for the sudden coolness from a moist cloth which dabbed at his overheated forehead.

   “Safe.” The man pulled away the washcloth to soak it in a bowl of refreshing water.

   “Mm…” Ryou wiggled, moving his arms beneath the tight sheet. “I feel hot.”

   “You have a small fever. I’ve managed to calm it as you slept, and I don’t think it’ll last much longer, but now that you are awake, you should drink. You’ve been out of it for nearly two days now.”

   “Two days?” Ryou was mortified, and he tried to remember the cause of his blackout. He recalled the hill, and the prickles that had nailed into his feet, and all of the sharp rocks. The memory was painful. His entire body hurt. “Ugh.”

   Bakura skimmed over the fallen fairy he had rescued as he helped him sip on some water. His attention adverted to those beautiful brown eyes. They fitted well with the cloud of white hair, and skin like shiny glaze. Everything about the delicate man screamed doll, and Bakura could not wait to accept him as a third add-on to his puny collection.

   “My head hurts.”

   For the moment, Bakura had to heal the young man. “Try to relax. You’re not going anywhere for a while.” The boy would never leave, but Bakura would not announce this to him yet.

   Snuggling best he could, Ryou could not help but feel content. Though he had no idea where he was, he knew it was far safer with this thoughtful stranger than he would had been in the clutches of Captain Gahiji’s assassins. He gave his savior a warm smile, even as his eyes grew droopy due to his sickness’s overwhelming affliction. “Why did you help me?”

   “Because it would’ve been heartless of me otherwise.”

   A good answer. One Ryou easily accepted.

   Closing his eyes, Ryou drifted into a paradise of his own. For the first time, he was free.

   Watching the young man sleep made Bakura feel rather remorse. Had he not been at the right place at the right time, than this fragile creature would had suffered greatly. He felt rather honored, actually. He had been gifted with an incredible find. One which caused his groin to burn with an intense lust. He could not wait to sink his fangs into that precious skin, to give the man a mark of passion.

   All in good time.

   “Sleep well my new pet, for when you next open your eyes, you will discover exactly where you are, and what I am. You’re in the care of the Lord of Shadows now, and I do not plan on letting you escape.”

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   When Ryou next opened his eyes, he found that he was alone. For a moment he wondered if the handsome man had been nothing but a dream, a figment of his ill-struck imagination. The kindness, warmth, and coziness was gone, because as he sat up nothing but abundant gloom greeted him. He was still wrapped in the sheet, however, and next to him was a bowl half-filled with murky water.

   No, it could not be a dream.

   Quietly, he untangled himself from the sheet, and wobbled to a stand. His feet stung, making him wince as he hobbled forward, nearly tripping in the dark. There had to be someone he could talk to.

   A room was up ahead, glowing with a dim light. The voices grew stronger. Ryou recognized the one, and he was thankful to know the man had been close by while he slept. He could not recall how long he had slept, but that didn’t matter. It had been wonderful. Carefully, he leaned into the wall, and he peeked around the corner.

   Two men and one woman sat on a gray wrinkled sheet on the floor. The first man Ryou knew as his rescuer, Bakura, wearing a pattered purple shenti, and nothing more. A white something was coiled around the man’s hefty shoulders. It rested beneath his armpits, and it took a moment for Ryou to realize that it was slightly moving. A snake!

   The other man wore hardly anything, almost seeming naked with hair similar to Ryou’s own, only far dirtier and pointier. The man was covered in dark marks, from neck to toe. The woman had her back facing him, but Ryou could see she wore hardly a thing, as well.

   They all shared a variety of food layered over the sheet. Bowls and plates filled with dry rolls, cooked meat, and vegetables. Close to them, a small fire crackled, and over it roasted four whole fish. The food made his tongue water.

   Hesitantly he stepped back, considering returning to bed. He knew nothing of their identities, whether he was truly safe, welcomed. For all he knew, they could be ruthless thieves or kidnappers or killers. But that Dark Face had acted kindly enough.

   Perhaps…

   He turned away. He could not bother them, and interrupt their meal. He was too afraid to do so, but faith was not on his side. A rubbery something grazed along his ankle, a short hiss followed. Temporarily freezing, Ryou soon shifted his fearful brown eyes to the ground. There, a non-poisonous brown snake watched him. That head of its bobbed up and down as if preparing to strike. Its blackish tongue slipped out swiftly before going right back in, its bright eyes watched him, interested.

   Ryou could not help but squeal. He pressed into the wall, cowering before the smaller animal. It did not immediately occur to him that Bakura had heard him loud and clear, and was on his way over.

   “It’s not polite to scare our new guest,” Bakura told the snake before kicking it away with his foot.

   Startled when it hit the wall, the snake gave a low hiss and slithered out of sight, digging its way into a hole in the wall.

   Bakura faced Ryou. “He would not have hurt you. They only strike when I tell them to.”

   That face was breathtaking when filled with fear. Bakura growled on the inside, fascinated by Ryou’s complex loveliness. He felt so fucking lucky to have been at the right place at the right time, to get his hands on this precious white meat he was eager to try. Eventually, he knew he would.

   “I…” Ryou tried speaking, but nothing but stutters left him. The face of the other man was glaring at him, not at all pleased with his presence. The young lady watched him as if he possibly carried some contagious disease. “I don’t…”

   “Come on now,” Bakura urged. “Don’t be frightened. You have to eat. Sit.”

   The handsome Dark Face had a point. Ryou knew he had to eat, his hunger strong after being out of it for two days straight. Nervously, he welcomed his bottom to a seat on the gray blanket, sitting between Bakura and the young lady. The other man slithered next to Bakura, his glare freaky.

   Trying to remain brave, Ryou shortly whispered, “Thank you for the food, and for helping me.”

   “My pleasure,” glowed Bakura. “Allow me to introduce you. This gorgeous young man here is my Pet. He likes to be called Pet Baku, but I prefer simply Pet.”

   Pet laid down to rest his head on his master’s knee, nibbling on an onion. His strange behavior left Ryou puzzled, and he remained silent, then turned to the woman, who bowed her head slowly as soon as he looked at her.

   “That is my lovely Miu,” Bakura went on. “And this here is my beautiful, wonderful Darling.” He chuckled as his snake hissed, glad to hear her name leave his tongue. “Everyone, this beautiful boy is Ryou. Say hello.”

   “Hello,” Miu said quietly, her voice fair.

   Darling stuck out her tongue, then coiled around her master’s arm to further examine Ryou now that he wasn’t laying like a silent corpse on the ground. She made Ryou nervous, but not nearly as much as the silent man that could’ve been his long lost twin, who munched loudly on a slab of cooked meat.

   “Hi,” Ryou said back, at least to Miu and Darling. He then glanced at Bakura. “Um, forgive me if I sound rude, but do you know where the nearest village is? Could you take me there?”

   “There?” Bakura leaned back, his smirk widened. “To the closest village?”

   “Yes.” Ryou felt nervous. Why was the man looking at him like that?

   Unexpectedly, the man began to laugh. Quietly at first, but his pitch heightened, soon becoming downright obnoxious.

   Ryou didn’t get the joke. “I…”

   “I’m sorry,” Bakura snorted, trying to control his snuffles. “I don’t know what came over me. It just struck me as farcical to think that you are that anxious to get away from me.”

   “Oh, no, that’s not…”

   “You’re not going anywhere.”

   The words were cruel, dark, and filled with complete seriousness. Ryou scooted back, suddenly wishing he had been left to fend for himself in the desert’s vastness. The man glared him down, confident, large, and scary.

   Ryou struggled to find words. He settled with a soft, “What?”

   Bakura smirked. “You’re not going anywhere. As of now, this is your home, so you better get used to it. From this moment on, you shall be my third pet.”

   His other pets cringed at the thought, one due to his jealousy, the other due to her heartache. Ryou wasn’t too happy about it, either. He was deathly afraid.

   “What makes you think --” he tried, finding it difficult to breathe, “-- You have no right.”

   “That’s where you’re wrong,” Bakura cooed while brushing a hand along his Darling’s scales. “I have every right in the world. I am powerful. I am masterful. I am perfect.”

   “No one’s perfect,” argued Ryou.

   “Wrong again,” Bakura chuckled. Pushing forward, he reached for the knife next to the bread. He raised it high, cracking a delirious smile as he sliced the knife across the skin of his own wrist.

   Mortified, Ryou shrieked in terror. He paled like a ghost. “What are you doing!” He attempted to grab the knife, to stop the madman, but he only ended up staring dumbfounded by an incredibly shocking sight.

   The blood oozed with a mind of its own into the wound. The skin stitched itself together, sewn by an invisible needle and thread. The knife used to do the cutting was cleansed of any blood. Cackling loudly, Bakura slid his tongue over its smooth side, happy to see the terror in the pale boy’s eyes. Pet Baku grinned and purred his master’s name. Miu shuddered from having to see her master’s blood, whispering her apologies to the newcomer.

   “Best get comfortable, Ryou,” said Bakura. “You’re in the care of the Lord of Shadows now. You were doomed from the moment I first laid eyes on you.”
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