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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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Back again. The title’s from a book. I liked it very much. This chapter has nothing to do with the plot of said book, but it sounded nice. This one’s mostly Kaiba/Jou centered, but that’s because of the very big occurrence in this chapter. And I was trying to work towards a lemon for them. Ah well, maybe next chapter. And more with Ryou and Malik too, hopefully.
Iasae & Mulle – You’re right. I didn’t plan it out that way, hell, I don’t really plan this at all, but they have generally been being pushovers. I’ll try to straighten that up some. ^^ Although, don’t expect too much from Ryou, at least. Even as Fox, he prefers running to fighting.
Mystical – Sorry. I promise I’ll try not to disappear again. Feel free to e-mail me some of your twists, if you wish. Like I mentioned, very little of this is actually planned, generally being straight from my brain to Word, but I can never tell what’s going to set me off. If some of your ideas fit in, I might add them, with credit, of course.
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It was evening when Prince awoke, finding himself resting on a bed. After a moment’s relaxation, he sat up, looking around, finding himself alone. As had become his habit, he immediately checked the mindlink, relaxing when he found the comforting touch at the other end. That settled, he decided to look around more.
The room was done in what Prince presumed was an Egyptian style. The walls were a soft cream colour, decorated here and there with colourful murals. The main focus of the room was the bed itself, a huge canopy bed of some type of red wood trimmed here and there with gold accents, hung with heavy violet curtains, pulled back, at the moment, matching nightstands on either side. Other than that, there was a dressing table, a full length mirror, and two large wardrobes. All were done in the same red wood and gold. An overstuffed black armchair sat by the doors, locked at the moment, that led out to the garden, next to an end table that matched the nightstands, and various small potted trees were scattered here and there. And, of course, a large decorated screen near the dressing table. The lighting, as well, was designed to look like it was from that time period, wall-mounted candelabras that resembled the torches that would have been used back then. The lamps on the tables were completely different, though not all that out of place. They were simple golden bowls filled with precious semi-clear gems. When turned on, light shone up from small bulbs hidden beneath the stones, casting a multicoloured effect. They were obviously more decorative than useful, but they were lovely anyway.
One door in the far wall led to the bathroom, the same one Prince had awoken in his first morning of captivity. Another door there led into a… well, a living room, Prince supposed. Here, the theme had been continued somewhat, but not quite so much, modern life revealing itself in the large entertainment center that perched over a gas fireplace and the kitchenette across from it. The furniture was the same style as the armchair in the bedroom, consisting of a couch, a love seat and a pair of chairs, the couch and loveseat gathered closer to the fireplace, while the chairs were set a bit away, angled around a large bookshelf, a round coffee table taking up the space between. And in one of the chairs, comfortably reading, was…
“Anzu!”
The girl in question looked up, smiling when she saw him.
“Yugi. You’re all right?” The brunette set the book aside and pulled herself up out of the chair, coming over to hug him. Unlike with the Pharaoh, Prince didn’t bother to correct the name. “When I didn’t see you around after… Well, I was worried he had really done something.”
“I’m fine.” Prince answered, feeling a little guilt at the slight lie, but not bothering to correct it. “I just got locked up for a while.” Anzu apparently accepted that, as she happily started telling him about what had been happening, both while he had been in the cell and before they had arrived. The spirit, it seemed, had called her to his rooms, specifically to keep him company when he awoke. Prince wasn’t sure if it was an attempt at an apology, or just him trying to prove that life under the Pharaoh’s rule wasn’t all destruction and cruelty.
In either case, it wasn’t having the desired effect. Seeing Anzu again only reminded Prince of why, exactly, he was fighting. Though she seemed cheery enough, there was a hint of despair and worry in his friend’s blue eyes that he didn’t like. Emotions that, he knew, also inhabited the heart of nearly everyone outside these walls. It was a lovely cage they lived in, he was sure, but it was a cage all the same.
A cage that he had been, albeit reluctantly, accepting, he realised. Despite all his words over the past year, it hadn’t taken all that much effort at all for the Pharaoh to bring him running to him. Prince shivered slightly. Just a few weeks locked in a cell alone, a couple of forced couplings with his darker half, and he had been ready to settle right down.
It was habit, he knew. He had spent so much time relying on Yami that, even now, when his mind told him that it was wrong, his heart wanted to follow the path of least effort. It had been that, he was sure, that had affected his shield from the beginning, the subconscious desire to be joined with his other half.
Well, now that he had realised what has going on, he had a better chance of fighting it. Starting now. The shield that had been so difficult to hold before slipped into place with all the ease that it had originally shown, separating the pair again, though he had to resist the shiver that went through him at the self-enforced separation.
“Yugi?” Anzu asked, a little concerned that her friend seemed rather distant. Prince blinked, smiling to her again.
“Sorry.” He lied smoothly. “I guess I’m still a bit tired. It’s been a long day.” He blinked, tilting his head at a feeling of power. Not Yami’s, or Bakura’s or Marik’s. He had felt those before, and knew them fairly well. No, this had a similarity to the Pharaoh’s, but it was one he had never sensed before. And it gave him a rather bad feeling…
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The room was silent, the glow of the setting sun casting a red cast through the locked door. Jounouchi slept quietly on Seto’s bed, dressed in a simple slave’s kilt, the glow not bothering him in the slightest. Seto stood near the door, his eyes closed as he searched through the memories of his past life. A moment more, and he opened them, the Egyptian tongue flowing smoothly from his lips as he moved to light incense already set around the bed, offering prayers to the various Gods, Ra, Aten, his own namesake, Set, Thoth, as well as a few others, asking for their aid in the ritual, praying for forgiveness that his offering was not as good as it would have been in the past, back in Egypt.
Honestly, though he hoped the ritual would turn out the way he had planned, the Priest couldn’t truly be sure, as he had never attempted it before, had never heard of anyone else attempting such a thing. He knew the theory behind the mindlink, but theory and practice could be two entirely different things, at times. Still, the worst that could happen would be that it didn’t work and the Gods punished him for his attempt. Jounouchi wouldn’t be drawn into it at all, unless the prayers were accepted, the magic cast.
And apparently the Gods were feeling agreeable tonight, as the light in the room intensified, dust motes of power swirling in the air. Set’s chanting continued, changing now, directing the magic to his will. The power gathered around him and broke off, moving toward the still blond. Jounouchi moaned softly, stirring slightly, seeming to sense that something was happening. The magic flowed over him as he came partially awake, forming a pale glow around his body. Inwardly Set cursed, having hoped he wouldn’t awaken until the ritual was completed, but he didn’t let it disrupt his concentration, not even when the other cast him a confused look, one that quickly changed to worry when he realised what was going on. Set changed his tone slightly, adding in a spell to bring peace and calm to his intended soulmate, and Jounouchi fell still again, though Set could already feel, in the corner of his mind, the other boy’s fear. The blond was fighting the spell, now, and Set modified the chant again, more demanding now, overruling the other’s will. Despite the training Jounouchi had been given, it wasn’t too difficult. Set was a high priest, after all, and the only mortal who could have superseded his will for long was his cousin. A few more commands, then prayers of thanks to the Gods who had aided him, and Set fell silent, moving to collapse tiredly into an armchair. The sun had set completely now, the only light in the room coming from a few lamps lit in the garden.
“What the hell…” Kaiba opened his eyes, turning his head to look over at his slave. There was fear in the tone, something he had very seldom heard from him before. Mentally he reached out to the bundle of emotions he could feel, sending a soothing feeling. He didn’t think this was quite like the others’ mindlinks, not the way the Pharaoh had explained it, at least, but it was similar enough. And worth the effort and the after effects, hopefully. Already he could feel his ancestor’s emotions. It wasn’t like with the hikari and the yami, where there were actually two complete psyches. Set was more like an echo, but one so powerful that it tended to overwhelmed the original.
:Just relax.: He, they, sent quietly. The words certainly didn’t have the desired effect, though, the blond shuddering and stumbling off the other side of the bed, obviously intent on putting as much distance between them as possible. Let him, for the moment. There was no where he could go, after all.
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Wolf had been confused, to say the least, when he had awoken to find himself… Well, he didn’t quite know what it was, but he knew he didn’t like it. And he liked it even less when he realised there was someone else in his head. Well, not exactly, but he could sense the other presence, like someone standing just at the edge of his sight, who faded out of view no matter how quickly he turned his head. And yet, realistically, he knew there was no one there, at least not physically.
:Just relax.: Wolf jumped at the voice, quickly backing away. What the hell had he done to him now? Shadow magic, undoubtedly, but he had thought Kaiba didn’t believe in that. Anger rose in him, and he used it to bury the fear. The bastard was using him like a playtoy, again. No, worse, he thought to himself. He was a labrat now, apparently.
“Don’t flatter yourself. I could find much more agreeable labrats.” Wolf paused in his mental tirade, looking at the ruler more closely. Kaiba looked exhausted, a sight he couldn’t remember ever having seen before. And he wasn’t quite right, somehow. Wolf couldn’t put his finger on it, but something was just a little different.
Wait, if he was exhausted… Wolf moved quickly, or as quickly as he could considering he was still suffering the faint aftereffects of the cold, heading for the door. He hadn’t even gotten halfway, though, when a knock came. Wolf froze uncertainly, and after a moment more, Yami opened the door and looked in. He glanced over at Wolf, dismissing him after a moment, turning his attention to the other King.
“Seto? Are you all right? I sensed a powerful spell.” Kaiba nodded his head slightly.
“I am fine, my Pharaoh.” Yami blinked, then smirked, and Wolf just stared. What the hell was that about? Not that he cared. He was getting out of here, and at the moment, only Yami stood in his way. With an angry growl, he lunged toward the spirit.
Only to find himself suddenly cast backwards by a pure wave of power, hitting the far wall hard enough to knock the breath out of him. Fury raged in his mind, but he knew instantly it wasn’t his. Uncertain brown eyes lifted to meet icy blue, and he shivered slightly. The cold gaze seemed more threatening now that he could feel firsthand the emotions behind it. Yami merely watched calmly.
“Careful, Set. It would be a shame to put all that effort into a mindlink just to lose him.” A mindlink? Wolf shuddered at the thought. To have Kaiba know everything he was thinking, everything he felt… Well, it was worse than any nightmare he had ever had. Even that one about…
Kaiba chuckled, picking up on the memory before Wolf could stifle it.
“Is that what you dream about, my slave?”
“Get out of my head.” Wolf hissed back at him. Yami chuckled softly and silently left the pair alone.
“I think not. Not after the work we went to to put ourselves there.” Wolf was quite sure of it now. Something about the brunet was simply, completely wrong.
“What the hell’s the matter with you?” He snapped. A slightly irritated expression crossed the other’s face.
“Accessing my past life’s memories comes with some side effects.” Pretty big side effects, Wolf thought, staying where he was for the moment, cautiously watching the other boy. Kaiba gazed back expressionlessly, and Wolf wondered what he was thinking about. Hesitantly, almost afraid of what he would find, Jounouchi reached out toward the… well, mindlink, he supposed. But, it continued to hover just out of reach. He could feel the strong emotions, like the fury from before, but nothing else.
:It’s too new. Your mind hasn’t been able to adjust yet.: Wolf shivered slightly at hearing the words in his head, but didn’t react other than that yet. He didn’t believe the brunet’s explanation. If that was the case, than why could the bastard, obviously, use it.
:I was trained since I was young. One must have a strong mind to command the shadows.:
“Stay the hell out of my head.” Wolf snapped, standing and glaring at his tormentor. Obviously, this had to just be some new trick, something to keep him off balance. A new trick? Now he was even starting to sound like the jerk.
The King stood as well then, and Wolf tensed slightly as he approached, somewhat worried by the amused look. He took a step back, remembering then that he was up against the wall, then suddenly decided to go with his other choice, shooting a fist out. Instead of trying to avoid it, Kaiba caught the attack, using the momentum to pull him around, twisting the limb up behind his back.
“Settle down. You’re still sick.”
“You’re the one who’s sick, you twisted bastard.” The blond snapped back, trying to get out of the hold. Kaiba merely jerked his arm up a bit higher, drawing a hiss of pain from his captive. After a moment’s struggle, the brunet suddenly pushed him so that he landed facedown on the bed. Wolf pushed himself up, starting to turn, but Kaiba took the opportunity to lean across him, lips connecting with his again. Like before, the blond’s mind shut down, his body freezing in shock.
The billionaire’s lips were surprisingly soft against his own, part of Wolf’s mind informed him, the rest of it trying to remember how to function. Kaiba trailed his tongue across the seam of his slave’s lips, pressing lightly, feeling pleased when they parted just slightly. But the movement seemed to bring Wolf back to awareness, since he squeaked and started struggling again, managing, so he thought, to push the brunet off. Kaiba was merely backing off a little, though, the slave acting as he had expected, turning and trying to get away. Not like that was going to happen.
“Easy, Pup.” He murmured, swiftly pinning the struggling form beneath him, moving then to straddle his waist. He could feel the pure terror in his mind now. “I won’t hurt you.” Pride surged up in the blond.
“I’m not scared of you.” He snapped. “Give me half a chance, and we’ll see who gets hurt.” Kaiba remained silent, lightly massaging the tense shoulder muscles.
:What is it you fear so badly, then? Tell me the truth. You know you can’t lie to me now.: Wolf remained silent, but his mind certainly didn’t. Kaiba listened in as his fingers worked absently, their task made more difficult by the pup’s insistent attempts at escape. The fingers stopped suddenly, though, as their master caught a specific part of the diatribe.
… why he hates me so much…
“Is that what you think, my pet? That I hate you?” Kaiba’s lips quirked into what almost seemed a sad smile.
“Not like you’ve ever tried to hide it.”
“I admit I did dislike you, at first. You can still be quite irritating at times, but I suppose I’ve become used to listening to you yip. Were I not so fond of you, my little Wolf, you would have long since found yourself in a shallow grave. Or did you suppose that all the soldiers you’ve run into over the past year were just worried about wasting bullets?” Wolf stopped struggling a moment, considering that with surprise. It was true, he could only remember one time when they had actually been shot at, but he had always just put it up to luck.
“It’s why you managed to run so long. Catching a trio of troublemakers is a bit more difficult when you’re not allowed to hurt them.” Wolf remained still, uncertain, as the person he had thought of as his worst enemy… did what? Was Kaiba confessing love? Not likely. The only one he might have come close to loving was Mokuba. And it didn’t matter anyway.
“I’m not gay.” He snapped, trying to pull away again, actually managing to pull forward a few inches, but his tormentor simply made an amused noise.
“And yet you’re offering yourself up so eagerly.” Kaiba teased, a finger reaching to dip under the waistband of the kilt, the material pulled a little lower by the blond’s struggles.
“Stop that! Leave me alone!” Wolf turned, trying to strike out at the other, but Kaiba deflected the blow, moving in to kiss him again. This time, the rebel did react, twisting his head away, earning himself a sharp nip on his shoulder.
“You’re trying my patience, Jou. Keep it up and you’ll find yourself back in chains.”
“Fuck you.” Wolf snapped back, continuing to try and fight his way free. A glint of gold caught his eye and he turned his head, spotting the Millennium Rod sitting on the nightstand. Immediately he reached for it, thinking that if Marik had been able to control people with it, surely he could too.
“No.” At the one word his body froze, fingers twitching slightly as the glowing talisman sat only inches away. Kaiba reached out to pick up the rod, the compulsion strengthening at the touch.
It was obvious that the ruler was annoyed now, his eyes holding their usual arrogant icy shade.
“You will not try to touch the Millennium Rod again. Do so and you will be punished. And if you thought Yugi’s screams were pained, you can be sure they will be nothing compared to the sounds you’ll be making before I’m done with you.” Wolf just laid silent, the Priest’s fury surging through his mind again, refusing even the slightest attempts at defense.
This isn’t love… As before, Kaiba caught the thought.
“Perhaps it isn’t.” He admitted. “Perhaps it is simply lust. You defy me and I will have you cowering at my feet. The only question, my Pet, is whether, once I’ve had my way, I decide to keep you around, or hand you off to Bakura and Marik and let them have their fun.” Wolf shivered at the threat, not wanting to be at the mercy of just one of that pair, not like either of them had any. The unconscious movement merely brought an arrogant smirk to his captor’s features, the brunet capturing his lips again, this time plundering the cavern behind them as well. Wolf whimpered lightly at the invasion, still unable to do anything to prevent it, and the ruler slowly pulled back, sighing softly.
“You shouldn’t upset me, Jou.” He murmured, the deep tone surprisingly soft. “You know my temper.” Wolf merely shuddered and closed his eyes.
“Look at me, Pup.” The brown eyes opened again reluctantly, meeting the blue gaze, the brunet reaching to brush blond strands back out of the way.
“You will not leave my suite without permission, Jou. You will not try to escape from the garden, when you’re permitted to go there, and you will, under no circumstances, touch any of the Millennium Items.” Wolf could feel the heat of the Rod, not enough to burn, but uncomfortable still, as it rested lightly against his chest, the touch magnifying the compulsion. He had thought he had known what the item’s control felt like, first with Marik and when Kaiba had used it on him, but this felt horribly akin to drowning. His mind reached out for something, anything to cling to, and just when he thought he was lost, found something… Seto.
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Cliffhanger, kinda. Well, I could have gone longer, but the chapter was kind of stretching out, and I’m supposed to work tomorrow. Bah. Stupid RL.
Things are probably going to change a bit now between those too. Not sure how much, since Kaiba’s still an ass, and Jou’s still stubborn as a mule, so of course you know he’s going to try and get around those rules if he possibly can, but they’ll probably start understanding each other a bit better, at least.
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