Royalty | By : FireWeaver Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2098 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author: Wow…I see lots of enthusiasm here…the contest ends very
soon…but sadly I got the sinking feeling that I lost anyways…the challenger had
told me before that there were lots of competitors, plus since she said she was
gonna announce the winner at the end of the month and
mine’s not even done yet I got a feeling she didn’t choose mine…oh well >(…but I’ll finish this by tomorrow anyways! Cause you
all have stood by my side so long! I must finish it all for you!
Ryou: *sobbing* people hate me!
Bakura: *huggles Ryou* There there baby…*glares at reviewers who talked to Ryou rudely*
Leave my hikari-chan alone!
Author: Awwww so sweet… Anyways…
à WeepingDragon: I like talking…so leave my poor notes alone…and
I would make my chapters longer if it weren’t for the fact that sometimes
people hate that…I dunno…my chapters used to be ten
pages in older fics…but I’ll split this section in 2
chapters for you guys. And…*shrugs* hey…I like my plot twists…I can’t please
everyone…
à divastarz: Ooooo
money?
à Rowan Girl:
Thanks for your supportive email! *glomp*
Anyways! On with the fic! I was writing
this in vocal again and just realized how short it is! Must write more before I
go beddy-bye!
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The sun rose and went, and the palace was greeted with a
rainstorm, the drops falling hard upon the roofs, and the palace was filled
with drumming noises, accentuated by the rumbling thunder overheard.
When Yami arrived at Malik's chamber he looked exhausted, his eyes
red and rimmed in black, "There's going to be a crisis at the Nile,"
he moaned, "I spent all day down there with my guards moving people away
from the borders once we saw the clouds overhead..."
"Did you ask about Ryou?" Malik immediately inquired.
Yami shook his weary head, clearly upset by the information,
"I have gotten absolutely no leads. Apparently even the servants who serve
him bath and breakfast said he wasn't even there at sunrise...he wasn't in his
room at all...I'm afraid he ran away or something." The Pharaoh looked
guilt ridden, "I didn't think I would upset him that much by yelling...Oh
Ra...Ryou..."
Bakura actually felt sorry for the other teen; maybe Yami actually
loved Ryou after all, not lusted like the way he was after him. "What can
we do now?"
"I don't know..." Yami shook his head in his hands,
"I don't know...I have my country to look after in this storm...civilians
will suffer if the Nile floods...but Ryou...he's my lover...oh
Ra what do I do now?"
Both other boys could see the frustration in the Pharaoh's face,
and expressed their sympathy...indeed it was hard to be Pharaoh; no wonder Yami
claimed he didn't want to be.
"Seto hasn't come either..." Malik said, "something
that has been on my mind is...he just retreated, like that, when Bakura
attacked him two suns ago..." he indicated the blood and shattered vase on
the ground. "I know Seto, he wouldn't let things
go like that, especially since Bakura is running free...and he hasn't been back
yet either...it's not like him to take so long for revenge...I know from
experience," he said gloomily, leaning into Bakura, who looked much better
from being fed.
Bakura held the other boy; it's as if they have developed a bond
of understanding for each other, each experiencing the same grief of losing
someone who meant so much to them. He doesn’t ever want Malik to leave him...
"It confused me as well...I DID escape after all...I'm surprised that he
hasn't come back yet either..."
"But I AM back..."
All three teens whirled at the cold voice of the High Priest, who
burst into the room without warning. "I had to rest after what you, the
slut of hell, did to me. But I keep my promises in revenge, and I will make you
feel pain that you two have never felt. I-" his eyes drifted to the
glowering Pharaoh, taken back by his appearance in the room, "M-My
Pharaoh! W-What..."
Yami slowly got off the bed, seething with anger, "No more
lies Seto...I heard everything, I will sentence you to death for this..."
Seto's lips slowly curled into a sneer, "Is that so now? Well
my Pharaoh," he spat, "I'm afraid to say I won't let you do
that..." he snapped his fingers and small group of his personal guards
entered, surrounding the three, "this will change my plans...I was
planning to rid of you afterwards anyhow..."
"What?!"
The older man glared, "I'm sick of your ways, Pharaoh. Why
should some brat like you surpass my power?"
"You DARE usurp the throne Seto?"
"I am merely claiming more power! You aren't worthy of the
title of Pharaoh!"
In the argument, Bakura took his chance to shove Malik away and leap
at one guard, knocking over an oil lamp, spilling the contents of oil and flame
upon the man's body. The guard shrieked as he was set on fire and collided into
another guard, setting him on fire. Immediately the chamber was throne into
chaos as Malik rolled off his bed and kneed the nearest guard in the groin,
falling him with a kick to the head as the man dropped to his knees. He then
remained on the ground, tripping and shattering the other men's shins with
blows with his foot.
Yami whipped off his cloak for more agility before landing a fist
in a guard's stomach when he was approached, pulling the sword from the man's
hilt. He listened to the sickening sound as he plunged the weapon into its
owner's gut, twisting the blade, listening to the agonizing screams as organs
were torn. Withdrawing and letting the
man crumple to the ground he swung at his next attacker.
Bakura cried out when something struck his shoulder, cutting
through the rough tunic that he had borrowed from Malik. He felt warm blood
beginning to flow as he blindly kicked behind him, by luck knocking the sword
out of his attacker's hands. Eager for revenge he snatched the fallen weapon
and killed the man with it.
In amidst of the confusion Seto had raised up magical barriers of
defense, staying away from the attacks.
When the blazing fire finally died down on the stone ground, all
the guards lay dead; two burnt, their skin scarred, blistered and peeling, and reeking
of charred human flesh; the rest spilling pools of blood onto the floor from
fatal blows with a sword.
Malik gingerly got up from the ground realizing what was around
him and turned his head from the scene, concentrating on aiding Bakura with his
wound, unable to see the corpses on the ground without becoming nauseous.
Yami looked at the bodies, hoping to see Seto as one of them when
he heard a dry clapping, a sick pit in his stomach when the High Priest stepped
out from an untouched corner of the chamber, “I must applaud your skills to
kill off so many guards… you all must be so eager to kill me…”
“Fuck you,” the Pharaoh spat, holding his bloodstained sword with
a threatening stance at the older teen, “I will kill you for this…”
The smile on Seto’s face unnerved him, completely confident
despite his dire situation, “It’s true that even if I cast a spell right now
you could counteract it easily as you are more powerful…” he drawled slowly, as
if daring the Pharaoh to kill him, “but then you will never find out what
happened to your precious whore hmmm?”
The Pharaoh wavered, snapping back to attention before Seto could
make a move, though he could hear Bakura and Malik choke behind him in
surprise, “Ryou! What in hell did you do to him? If you DARED to…”
“He’s safe,” Seto shrugged casually, “or alive if you may call it…but
I must say I am good at choosing my sluts…he is a very nice one to fuck…”
“You mean…you…” the realization quickly dawned upon him, “YOU
BASTARD!”
The High Priest laughed, mocking Yami further, “I think I’ve heard
that comment enough already; in this case I’ll consider it a compliment…too bad
you were here Pharaoh, I was hoping to have fun with him one more time before
killing you…but it won’t matter…he will belong to me.”
“I swear to the name of Ra that it will NEVER happen, Seto! Where
is he?!?!?” Yami roared, his eyes flashing with dangerous intent.
“My my…impatient are we?” he snapped his
fingers again, and one, final guard entered the room, his hand on a rope. The
guard grunted and pulled on the cord taut, sending a small form flying into the
room and crashing onto the ground with a cry. Ryou has his arms and legs bound
together, the leading rope tied to his neck in a noose fashion that tightened
at every tug. The boy struggled for air, shaking his head until the rope
loosened enough.
“Ryou!”
The small teen looked up, his eyes wide and shimmering with
tears, looking at Yami desperately for help, begging for the other young man to
save him. “Damn you Seto! Release him! He has done NOTHING to you!”
“I really don’t see that of relevance to me…” The High Priest took
a fistful of Ryou’s thick white hair and yanked his head back, exposing his
neck, the skin raw from the rough noose. “But do you really want your pathetic
little whore to die?” With his free hand he withdrew his dagger, pressing the
cold blade against the boy’s neck.
“Fuck you to all eternity Seto!”
“I wouldn’t speak like that if I were you Pharaoh,” Seto drawled
out carelessly, pressing the sharp steel in threat against the boy’s pale skin,
drawing small beads of blood, “Drop your weapon…”
Yami gazed into Ryou’s frightened eyes, feeling his grip weaken on
his sword. The boy seemed to be signaling to him to not do it, moving his lips
silently and frantically…but he knew that his title as Pharaoh wasn’t worth the
boy’s life. With a clatter the blade fell to the ground.
“Very good…” Seto commenced to slowly lessen the pressure of the
dagger against Ryou’s neck.
In his distraction of anticipating the blade safely away from his
lover’s exposed flesh Yami failed to see the remaining guard unsheathe his
sword and aim it at the Pharaoh’s heart.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Author: Ok! This one is done and now I will commence another
chapter! I will get it done by tonight I promise! Actually I MUST get it done
by tonight if I plan on finishing this fic! C’mon!
Support people! I love you so much!!!
Bakura: Still cuddling Ryou* Good baby… *grins* we are OC…so we
can break the rules a bit…
Malik: Does that mean you hate me now?
Bakura: Hell no! You’re a good lay!
Malik: *gets all emotional* You only use
me for sex!?
Bakura: Oh c’mon! You know what I mean! I love ya!
Malik: It better be what I think it is…
Author: Erm…soap opera scene running
around here so I’ll stop now… please review everyone! Remember, Miroki (ME)
loves you!
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