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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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Now you all went and made me feel bad. Actually, no, I felt a little bad anyways, and I would have had this up earlier, probably, if people didn't keep wanting me to do things for them. (And the laundry. Hate the laundry.)
There isn't anything directly from Yugi's POV, yet, but the topic is covered, at least, liberally.
Oh, title change for last chapter, just cause I suddenly thought of the new one and it just fit so well... Same chapter, different title is all
And yay! I have corrupted more souls. My plans for world domination are coming together (Insert evil laughter)
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“I’ve been at it all night, and I still have no idea what happened. All the security systems in the building went down, even the redundant ones, and they were on their own powergrid. We’re just lucky no one else noticed it. There were no warnings?”
Atem glared at Kaiba, as the brunet tapped away on his computer.
“No. The lights flashed ten minutes before, or so, but I thought the generators were acting up.” The spirit cast a worried glance at Yugi, who sat rather stiffly on Kaiba’s couch. Most of the pain was simply from abused muscles. His shoulder had simply been dislocated, and had been popped back in easily enough, though he had been ordered not to overuse the limb and to keep it supported in a sling for the next few days. The scratches, too, had been little trouble, cleaned and bandaged now. The milky film over his eyes still remained, though, and the healer hadn’t even been able to tell exactly what it was, only saying that it looked, to her, like the cornea had changed from clear to opaque.
“I think the more important question is, is it going to happen again?” Bakura stepped into the room, Marik and Malik behind him, the hikari yawning widely. All three had been up all night, searching the mansion for any sign of their unwelcome guest.
“And is it just him, or can this thing attack any of us.” Malik added in, gesturing towards Yugi, who was staring blindly in the direction the thief’s voice had come from, looking nervous.
“I don’t know.” Atem admitted with a growl. He hated not having all the cards, and that, combined with his worry over his lighter half, and the lack of sleep, had him in a very bad mood. “For all I know, I could have destroyed it and we’re all worrying over nothing.”
“You’ll forgive me if I don’t trust your ability to dispose of your enemies.” Bakura answered dryly, earning himself a furious glare.
“I want to know what it did to his eyes.” Marik commented. “It could be a really useful trick.” He went over to where Yugi sat and waved a hand in front of the rebel’s face. The hikari scowled at him.
“Stop that.” He reached up with his good arm, awkwardly slapping Marik’s hand away. There was a tense moment, but then the psycho just grinned.
“He’s not entirely blind.”
“It’s better than last night.” Yugi admitted. “Not by much, but I can see different colours, if they’re bright enough, or close enough.” His voice was surprising calm, hiding the fear Atem knew full well he was feeling. He hadn't realised it was Marik and not Malik who was in front of him.
“So it’s probably temporary.” Kaiba interjected. The CEO was sitting back in his chair now, arms crossed, looking thoughtful. “There are some animals who spit venom that can cause temporary blindness. Although, they don’t generally cause the eyes to look like that.”
“I did feel a burning, I think, like when you get soap in your eyes. But it disappeared so fast I didn’t really notice it…”
“That’s a relief, at least.” Atem admitted to Kaiba’s comment. “But it doesn’t solve the issue. You should probably all stay close to your hikaris, at least for the next few days, just in case this thing comes back.” There really wasn’t anything else they could do, other than being cautious. And if the creature attacked again, with as little warning, it might not do any good anyways.
“Perhaps we should go visit the new palace in Egypt.” Kaiba suggested then. “Since I believe it’s been finished?” He looked to Atem who frowned back at him, but nodded. He himself had only received word the day before. “I, at least, have some things to check up on in Europe, and if this thing is still around, it might be chained to this place. It’s not like anything is really happening here that needs our attention.” That wasn’t entirely true, Atem thought. With the war stalled, there wasn’t any outright fighting, but they had only a basic government set up, and there was still plenty of opposition.
“That’s not a bad idea.” Malik agreed. “We could see how Isis and Rishid are doing.” It had only been a few days before when Yami had dropped the tidbit that the pair were perfectly well and running things over there.
“And see if the old tombs have collapsed yet.” Marik added, earning himself a frown from his soulmate.
Bakura didn’t seem impressed with the idea, though he only scowled.
“I’ll have to get Ryou new clothes, then. He’d be sunburned inside of an hour.”
In the end, everyone agreed, and the plans were made. It would take some time to make the proper arrangements, of course, but at the end of the week, they would be headed to Egypt.
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Ryou knew nothing of what had happened that morning, or the night before. He had been lazing in the bath when Bakura had been called out, and though he knew something had to have happened when his darker half still hadn’t returned when he finally fell asleep, Bakura seemed to be completely ignoring him. He was sitting in an armchair with the book he had started the day before, when the yami entered the suite. Ryou looked up curiously. His captor was obviously not in a good mood.
“Kura? What happened?” Ryou kept his tone soft, not wanting to inadvertently draw Bakura’s anger. The other male just gave an irritated grunt, though, moving past him towards the bedroom. After a moment, Ryou set the book aside and followed. He was still sore from all his ‘exercise’, but the painkillers that had been supplied with breakfast kept it manageable.
“Something attacked the Pharaoh’s runt.” Bakura said suddenly. Ryou froze mid-step, eyes wide. “It blinded him, but the Priest thinks it’s temporary.” As if he hadn’t said anything of real importance, Bakura pulled the curtains closed and began to undress.
“Something?” The slave queried, not quite understanding.
“Some sort of shadow creature.” Bakura’s voice was taking on that edge that suggested he was annoyed by the conversation. He stretched out on the bed, beckoning Ryou to come, and he obeyed after a moment, climbing onto the bed to cuddle close. “The shrimp says the lights went out and whatever it was tried to drag Yugi off. You’ll be staying close to me for the next few days.” He sighed, apparently considering the conversation over, and closed his eyes.
:Oh, and we’re going to Egypt at the end of the week: And with that little bombshell, he was asleep.
Bakura might have been exhausted, but Ryou wasn’t, though he didn’t dare move from the grip his yami held him in. That just meant he had a lot of time to think.
Time to worry about how badly Prince had really been hurt. Kaiba was a genius, yes, but he wasn’t a doctor. He couldn’t be sure that whatever had happened wasn’t at least partly permanent.
Yami would look after him in either case, of course. It was better for him to be here if he was blind, rather than out in the dangers of the city. And with the mindlink, he could even possibly have learned to use Yami’s eyes as his own, to a certain extent.
But that would leave him even more at the spirit’s mercy. If Prince protested something, or broke a rule, Yami could just shut him out, leaving him relatively helpless.
Were Prince and Yami going to Egypt too, he wondered then. And what about Wolf. He hadn’t heard anything about him since Yami and Kaiba had come back. He had thought to ask Malik, but he had only been able to tell him that Wolf had recovered from his cold, and Kaiba had supposedly mind-linked them.
“Ryou, shut up.” Bakura muttered suddenly, and Ryou instantly focused on him. The thief huffed softly.
:You’re not going to settle down, are you?: The yami’s mindvoice was slurred by sleep. :Go down to the harem, the hall to the left and tell the girls you need some new outfits.:
Bakura had a harem? When had that happened? And what about staying close to Bakura?
:Now, Ryou.: The hikari obeyed quickly but carefully, leaving the room, hesitating then outside the suite door. It would be simple right now to turn right, to just find a window he could open and climb out of, one he could reach a tree or something from. It had taken Bakura months to catch him last time, he could make it take months more.
And then he would have to deal with the thief’s rage. The little beating he had endured would be nothing to the punishment he’d earn for actively trying to run.
He turned left.
The harem wasn’t really what he had expected. The hall went around a corner, and then opened up into the left corner of a fair-sized sitting room, a beaded curtain serving as a ‘door’, the opposite wall sporting a large sliding door that showed a balcony beyond. Whoever had made the place certainly liked their balconies, it seemed.
A kitchenette took up the space just to the right of the hallway opening, and there were two doors on either side of the room, presumably leading to bedrooms or bathroom. Two redheads sat on a couch, one playing what looked to him like one of the Grand Theft games on the television, the other embroidering some sort of dress. The one playing the game looked over first, gasping and jumping up.
“Master Bakura, we-” She halted and frowned at him. “You’re not Master Bakura…” The other woman had turned to look at the start of the statement, and she just raised a brow to him. The pair were sisters, at least, if not identical twins. Both had freckles and stood maybe a bit taller than Yugi, slender and small-chested. They wore their coppery hair long, the first in a ponytail, the second loose, and had identical grey-green eyes. They wore matching outfits as well, long loose dresses in soft grey. The ponytailed woman’s dresses was decorated across the chest and sleeves with swirls of blue and purple embroidery, while the other’s was in red and orange, in an identical design.
“Hello. I’m Ryou.” The hikari answered, wondering if he should bow or offer to shake their hands. “Bakura sent me to get some new outfits.”
The two exchanged glances, then the one with the ponytail grinned to him, coming over.
“You look just like him. You’re one of those things, right… What’s it called? Hikars?” Ryou gave her a shocked look. These two knew about that?
“Hikari.” He corrected automatically.
“Annalee isn’t going to like this at all.” The other sister commented, frowning faintly.
“Anzu told us all about you and Malik and the other one.” The first continued, ignoring the comment. “What was his name?”
“Yugi.” Ryou offered.
“Yes, him. She talks about him all the time. Oh, I’m Sara, by the way, and that’s my twin, Maria.”
“It’s very nice to meet you both.” Sara beamed at him.
“You’re so sweet. I can- Oh!”
Whatever the statement would have been was interrupted by an irritated huff, and Ryou turned to look with the twins. Another woman stood in one of the doorways. This one was taller, maybe about even with Ryou, and had bleach-blonde hair, the sides caught back in a pearl and emerald hair-clip, the rest falling to about mid-back. Arrogant blue eyes stared at Ryou distastefully.
“So.” She drawled, and that was really the only word for it. “You’re the reason he hasn’t summoned me.”
“I’m sorry.” Ryou answered, to be polite, though he was anything but. The differences were obvious, of course, the yellow tint to her hair instead of a pure silver, the small but still apparent bust, and, of course, blue eyes instead of brown, but the similarities were there too.
“It will only be a matter of time until he casts you aside, and then you can go back to whichever dump you crawled out of. I am the Master’s favourite.”
Bakura was tempted to tell her exactly how unlikely it was that the thief would ever ‘cast him aside’, but before he could say anything, Sara interrupted.
“If you’re going to get new outfits, we’ll need to go down to the stores.” She announced cheerfully, grabbing his arm and dragging him back down the hall. Maria cast an irritated glance in Annalee’s direction, then followed them
“Just ignore Miss Bitch.” Maria said, when they were down the hall aways. “Master Bakura only brought her to the harem a few months ago, and she’s been in his bed up until about a week and a half ago.” A week and a half. Right about the time the tombraider had caught up with him, Ryou thought. Well, the stand-in seldom managed to compete with the real thing, he supposed.
“Annalee’s very proud of her position.” Sara added. “If she didn’t think he’d lose interest in her, she’d probably be pregnant in hopes that he would actually marry her.
“Are either of you?” Ryou asked, curious.
“No.” Maria again. “We were gifts from Master Malik and Master Marik. Master Bakura prefers blondes, so he’s only bedded us a couple times.”
The pair led Ryou through the building, down a set of stairs, and around a few corners. A T in the new hall brought them face to face with Yami and Prince.
The two girls instantly dropped to their knees, taking on a submissive pose. Ryou just blinked in surprise. It took him a moment to realise which of the soulmates was which, though once he took in the differences, it was obvious. Yami’s jewellery was a bit more ostentatious, though not by much, and Yugi looked less comfortable in the golden decorations. His ears had obviously been recently pierced, small golden ankhs hanging from each lobe.
“You can always tell Marik’s.” The Pharaoh commented dryly, eyeing the girls, then gave Ryou a suspicious look. “You have been wandering alone a lot in the last few days…”
“Kura’s sleeping. He sent me to get some new clothes for Egypt.” At least he assumed they were for Egypt.
“Fox? You’re all right?” Ryou’s gaze moved to the smaller of the pair. Yami looked down as well, eyes sharp and Prince cringed the slightest bit, almost unnoticeably. Ryou decided to ignore it. Probably the spirit didn’t like them using their rebel names. Yami’s eyes did soften again rather quickly, and his hold on the hikari’s hand tightened just a bit.
“I’m fine. Are you? Bakura said you were attacked.” His yami hadn’t been exaggerating, obviously, since Prince’s eyes were far paler than they should have been, his gaze a little unfocused.
“I’m all right. Just a few scratches. And my eyes. But they’re getting better. I can almost see you.” If that was better, he didn’t really want to know what it had been like before.
Prince looked perfectly content, standing close to his other half, but Ryou had spent a good half a year in close quarters with him, sometimes literally sleeping on top of each other. He was definitely nervous, shifting absently, and turning his eyes occasionally toward the slightly darker hand that held his own. Of course, after being attacked out of the blue, he probably would be too, the white-haired rebel thought, but the other slave looked more like he’d rather be away from his self-appointed protector.
“If you were sent to get clothing, ladies, you had better get to it.” Yami directed the comment to the twins. Sara jumped up with a quick apology, Maria only a second behind, and Ryou barely had time to utter a protest before he was being hurried down the hall by the pair. A quick glance back showed the Pharaoh watching him go, looking thoughtful and vaguely concerned, turning away then and tugging Prince along the other way.
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My brain: Let's go to Egypt. And the thief has a harem.
me: Wait, what? I didn't plan this to end up in Egypt. And why does Bakura have a harem?
Brain: We are going to Egypt. And why not?
So, apparently we're going to Egypt. And Bakura has a harem. *Shrugs.*
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