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Gypsies and Theives	By : Rochelle Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1535 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gypsies and Thieves
Notes: It�s 1/18/05. My team, the Phoenix Suns, got their collective ass kicked again (That�s found in a row folks) They suck without him. On the upside the Steelers kicked ass because they�um�kick ass. (I�m a Pittsburgh Gurl you see. Gotta show my team spirit)

That aside I�m indulging my fascination with all things Pagan and Wicca so if this offends you (and if it does I must assume you�re a fundamentalist bastard and I don�t know why you�re here to begin with because the series should be pretty damn offensive all on it�s own �) then you should scurry home.

First person to guess who the D.M.�s master and fellow apprentice are gets a cookie.

Warnings: Death, Rape, evil Peggy.

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Prologue part Duex

Innocence of Chaos

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The air around him shimmered with energy, crackling and twisting together into black and purple tendrils. They caressed his skin gently, cradling him as if he were a child and the shadows his mother, calming and seeking to sooth his pounding heart.
It was frightening, the shadow. Not because they wished to hurt him but rather because they had no desire to do so. They whispered to him, crooning that he belonged with them and that would forever be his humble servants. They told him he was unnatural, a child of the shadow.
More than a man. He was darkness.
�Kek.� The blue-haired man blinked and turned to peer up at his master. The older man was pale, so much so he seemed almost�blue, with jet black hair and eyes so cold they reminded him of snow. He hadn�t seen snow since he�d been forced to leave his home.
He sighed and pushed himself up from his meditation position. The shadows seemed to let out a noise of disappointment before curling around his master who smiled wryly before banishing them with a slight flick of the wrist.
�That was quite the display. The Chaos Magick embraces you easily and you wield it better than some who�ve spent hundreds of years training.� He put a hand on the boy�s shoulder and began to steer him away from the small room.
The room was dark and empty, save a small alter in the corner. The heavy scent of incenses filled the room and escaped outwards when his master pushed back the curtain to allow him to exit. Angelica Root to ward off unwanted spirits, with a hint of Burdock for power. Carob to call forth his spirit guides, to watch over him while he meditated. Hazelnut and Fig leaves to aid in the process of sending his mind to a different plane.
�Tell me, did you see anything interesting?�
They were in the hall now. It was a pathway of stones that lead from the main house to the meditation rooms and the bathing room. It was shaded from the sun by a roof built of reeds and wood, as well as the foreign trees his master had planted there long before he�d arrived. He said each tree represented one of his pupils and helped to anchor their life force. As long as the trees lived death would not find them, but if the trees fell so would they.
A tall black willow tree grew close to the small stream that sound around the grounds and his master said he had placed the seed into the ground the moment he was conceived. He had his doubts at times but, after seeing his master plant a seed or two over the years, he�d begun to wonder.
Of course such trees shouldn�t exist in this land of sand and vicious sun, so unlike his homeland, but this place was spawned by magic and so magic kept it.
Yes, actually he had. He saw a bright white light swallowing everything and laying waste to all. It left only stretches of ash and sand in it�s wake, consuming all forms of life. The closer it came to him the easier it became to see it wasn�t really a light but a chariot drawn by a powerful white horse with one sinister golden eye. In the chariot had been a boy dressed in gold and the finest fabric, chained and gagged and unable to stop the horse.
It had all been very poetic and overdramatic and in glaringly bright color, but visions always were. He�d always imagined Divination would bring him murky results that he�d have to spend hours pondering over but really it was rather clear if he could understand the symbolism.
He just shrugged but his master was nodding slowly.
�I see. Quite interesting.� Not really. �Now don�t think such things. This could prove an important revelation. The Gods do not grant such visions lightly.�
Meh.
�You�re such a pessimist Kek.� Alana, the only person he knew aside from his master, called from where she was tending to her small garden. A holly tree stood proudly in the middle with flowers and herbs scattered about it�s roots. Her blond hair shimmered in the sunlight as a light haze of pink surrounded her as she worked.
He loved her like he imagined one would love a sister (never having had any siblings himself), as he loved his master dearly. Even if they both seemed to seek his eventual decline into insanity.
His master chuckled. �I assure you neither of us seeks that. We simply seek your betterment and prosperity. You�ll never leave this place if you can�t learn to accept and interpret your visions Kek, they are your greatest ability.�
He glanced over his shoulder and saw that Alana was still busy with her garden. He cast a simple silencing charm to keep her out of his head then stepped into his master. The older man took a breath then reached up to touch his face with one slim hand, caressing the skin gently. He arched into the touch.
He could see benefits in never leaving.
�Mo milis aon (1).� A light kiss was brushed over his forehead. �I fear you are much too young for me.�
He sighed. It wasn�t true, yet the man claimed it every time as an excuse to not return his affection. He was too young and knew nothing of what he asked and he had to disagree. He was in his twentieth year and had been in his master�s care for eight of them. He knew that what he felt was something strong and he had a�glimmer of an idea of what people who felt this way did with each other. The spirits he conjured sometimes told him of such things.
His master smiled. �I shall have to tell the spirits to curb their tongues around you I see. You know so little of love Milis, do not be in such a hurry to give yourself to me. I assure you many great things lie outside of these walls for you. Besides, you are not your own to give.�
Right. He belonged to the future pharaoh. He wasn�t his own man.
�Don�t sound so bitter. You�ll find that it isn�t as bad as you suspect.�
He just nodded before dropping the charm. Alana turned and blue eyes narrowed in suspicion. He just shrugged before following their master into the main building. He suddenly felt the effects of his trek through the other realm and, with a low bow to his master, retreated to his room.
He ignored the sudden sick feeling that filled his stomach as he fell back into the pillows that made up his sleeping area. He leaned over and grabbed one of his incense sticks before sticking it into the small fire in the corner. The smell of cinnamon filled the room.

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�You are certain that the Chaos Mages� home is here.� The silver haired man looked skeptical to say the least. The map he was looking at showed nothing but the most barren of wastelands. The blond man nodded slowly.
�My men saw it themselves. A small citadel, with walls at least five times my size that can only been seen in the moonlight. There are many strange trees and a river that flows from no where and goes no where in the center.�
�Huh.� The man nodded slowly. �You�ve done well. Take your men and attack the citadel. I want his young student killed. You may do with the mage what you will.�
�You want us to kill a student of the Chaos Mage? He�s the most powerful being-�
The man raised a hand and suddenly the blond was on his knees and clawing at his neck while gasping for air. �You will that I am to be feared more than that old mage. Understand.�
�Yes Lord Pegasus.� The man croaked.
�Good.� The silver-haired man turned, dismissing the man from his presences. He sat in his chair and motioned for his personal slave to come closer. The boy was about twelve, with long silver hair and wide green eyes. He had a strange accent and didn�t speak a word of Egyptian, which made things all the more pleasant for Pegasus.
It meant he didn�t have to worry about anyone coming when the boy shrieked and screamed in the night. Though it did make it difficult to give orders.
The boy hesitated for a moment, fear evident. Rolling his eyes Pegasus flexed his power and the boy came stumbling towards him with a startled yelp. He grabbed the boy, raking his fingers over pale flesh and smiling at the red welts he left.
�Come now Miwsher(2), must we play this game every night?�
The boy recoiled at his touch and shouted something in his native tongue. Somehow Pegasus doubted it was the promise of a truce. He chuckled while wrapping his fingers around pale strands of hair and yanking the slave�s head back. A pained whimper met this action. He let his tongue drift aver the exposed flesh while his hand drifted up the boy�s inner thigh. He wore not but a thin tunic and it proved to both alluring and functional.
He hastily undid the fastening on his own garments; something about planning the conquest of the known world put him the mood for the young boy. Green eyes had gone wide in unveiled horror and he began to thrash wildly. (3) Pegasus smiled.
Such a little hellcat. He knew he�d chosen wisely the first time he tried to take the boy and had been savagely bitten for his trouble. He loved breaking those with fiery spirits. It was a considerable amount more amusing than playing wet nurse to some foolish child.
He snorted as he backhanded the boy and threw him onto his bed. The pale skin seemed to glisten in the streams of moonlight that cascaded through the open balcony. How could anyone expect that foolish boy to rule this kingdom. Prince Atemu was an idiot.
His aunt had been an idiot as well and now she lay in her bed on the verge of death thanks to the elixirs he continued to give her. She was always awake and aware, in a constant state of pain, and unable to so much as blink. She knew he was the one poisoning her but there was nothing she could do and no one she could tell.
He had to admit it was one of his better plans. He�d keep Nefrat hanging around long enough for the boy to take the throne, then he�d kill him (Thus eliminating the only heir) and have the queen �decree� that he should take over if she dies.
And then he�d kill her too.
The only things in his way were his personal council. The mage would be eliminated soon and the would-be-consort would simply be killed eventually. It was the priest and the warrior who bothered him. Sethos was wise beyond his years and was already very close to the prince. The same could be said for Badru.

Plus Badru was skilled in multiple weapons and seemed to take a sort of pleasure in spilling the blood of others. He had a undeniable sadistic streak.
Pegasus worried about his sanity.
He needed them eliminated before he could move on to manipulating the prince under his control. As long as there were around they could sway him away from his control and that could be a problem if Atemu ever came to view him as a threat.
He was on top of his slave who was still moving about and trying to buck him off. He held the green-eyed boy down easily then thrust into him easily. A loud shriek filled the room and the boys body made a valiant effort to remove him but he already used to such attempts. He pulled out and thrust in again, enjoying the way blunt nails raked into his skin, clawing at him.
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Fire. That was the first thing he was aware of. He rolled out of his bed and headed for the door only to crash into an invisible barrier. He blinked at it then reached out with his mind. Shadows. Not shadow magic, per se, but actual shadows. They had formed a wall and seemed intent on not letting him out.
He reached out to them to ask why.

You need protection.

Protection? From what?

Window.

He needed protection from the window? He blinked then turned. He had one small window, that was really more like a slit in the wall, and had never been bothered with it unless he asking the strength of the moon. It over looked the stream. He shuffled over, the smell of burning wood growing thicker as he did. He put his hands on either side of the slit and stuck his head out, craning his neck for a better view.
And then jerked back in horror. Men, dozens of them, were lighting fire to the trees. One of the walls had been blown in and it was rank with Black Magick. He could almost feel the sinister forces from where he was. Again the shadows reached out to cradle him.
He swallowed and looked out again, searching the grounds for his master. Instead he saw the huddled figure of Alana, naked and pale in the moonlight. Without thinking he reached for her and was smacked by a wall of mind shattering pain.
Images flashed through his mind. Being dragged out of her room, clothes torn away, men inside of her, shame and pain. Her magic was benign so far, she couldn�t even defend herself.
He needed to protect her. He had to save her, he couldn�t let them hurt her anymore. He staggered away from the window and faced the door again. He needed to get out.

No. They�ll hurt you. You�re ours. No harm.

Alana was one of theirs as well. How could they let her be hurt?
The shadows seemed to buzz in confusion and then there was an almost sigh. The barrier shimmered into sight and then disappointed with the howl of the wind. He stepped out and almost ran right into his master. The man was standing before him, staff clutched in one hand and a book in the other.
Did he know there were men in the yard? They had to fight them
�Shhh, Milis. I know. This is not your fight.�
But Alana was being
He was cut off as warm but dry lips brushed over his own. He went rigid in shock. Then his master pulled away and graced him with a small smile. �You will find the Thief King Niu.(3) With him is your path.�
master?
He couldn�t even think anymore because suddenly shadows surged from the ground and their tendrils wrapped around him, pulling him into the ground and through the veil. A painful chill seeped into his bones and he reached for his master and
Nothing. There was nothing. He was nothing.

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(1) My Sweet One, Gealic

(2) Egyptian, means Kitten. I think there�s supposed to be a hyphen in there, so if you see one pop up later in the story, the error is here, not there.

(3) Oh, and did I mention that�s Ryou. Poor boy�but at least he�s not a wuss.

(4) Niu is the God of Nothingness which, much like Kek, is something every kid wasn�t to be named. Then again, Rochelle ain�t that hot either.
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