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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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I’m starting off fast on this one… Which doesn’t necessarily indicate that it’s going to continue this way later, but… *shrugs.* Ah, who knows.
I realise we haven’t seen hide nor hair of Malik/Marik and Ryou, but they will show up eventually. It’s just, so far, this seems to be going from Yugi and Jou’s POV.
Oh, and the names. I use their rebel names because they’ve stopped thinking of themselves by their old names. It might change in future chapters. Or it might not.
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Wolf winced as he hit the cement floor of the jail cell hard, the rough surface scraping his shoulder. At least he had on his trenchcoat to protect him somewhat, he thought. At first, he had hated it, since it had reminded him of that asshole Kaiba. But, it had grown on him, after a while. The colour helped him hide, and the leather offered a small amount of protection from things like being thrown on the cement.
“Bastards.” He snapped at the smirking guards. “If I had my hands free, you wouldn’t be laughing, I can promise.” He hadn’t, after all, earned the name the Golden Wolf for nothing. He had heard the Pharaoh’s officers use his name to frighten their underlings, a time or two. And there had been more than one occasion when he had heard it cursed, right alongside the Black Prince and the Silver Fox. The leaders of the rebellion, who had escaped, more than once, from right under the Pharaoh’s nose. The slaves looked on them as kin to Gods, sent to free them from the tyrant.
“Bark now, Wolf. I’m sure after Master Kaiba gets through with you, you’ll be whimpering like the mongrel pup you are.” One of the guards answered. Laughing, they headed down the hall, turning off the lights as they passed through the reinforced door that blocked this set of cells. Not that there was all that much difference between when they were on and off.
Growling, not caring how much it made him sound like his namesake, he twisted his hands, trying somehow to get the ropes off. They were tight enough to cut off his circulation, and already his fingers were going numb. He could still feel well enough, though, to retrieve the small blade hidden in the sole of his boots. Those guards had been idiots, really. They had searched him for weapons, of course, but it hadn’t been a very thorough one. Besides the tiny knife, which quickly sawed through the ropes, he also had another larger one hidden in the sole of his other boot, along with a pair tucked along the sleeves of the trenchcoat and four more hidden in the coat’s bottom hem, under a fake lining.
There were other things hidden in the lining, as well, such as a tiny, but very bright, flashlight, which he drew out now, after taking a moment to listen and make sure he wasn’t going to be interrupted. Most prisoners would have given up, sure there was no way out of the predicament, but Wolf wasn’t most prisoners. He hadn’t, after all, gotten to be the third best duelist in the world by giving up back then, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to give up now.
The first step, of course, was to get out of the cell. Another quick search revealed his lockpicking kit, really a collection of odds and ends that he had picked up and found useful in the task, kept in an old tin cigarette container.
Both the lock and the bars were well-kept, made of steel, it seemed, clean and free of any rust. Still, new or not, the lock quickly yielded to Wolf’s skills, and he stepped out into the hall, looking around. The most obvious thing was the door at the other end. A plate could be pulled back to look in, but, at the moment, it was closed. Useless to try going that way. There were surely guards behind the door.
Wolf closed and relocked the cell door, wanting to get as much extra time as possible, and then moved in the other direction, checking the other cells as he passed. These ones were all empty, and looked like they hadn’t been used recently, but he had, on the way down, seen a few other cells, much smaller and dirtier than these ones, and all of them literally filled to the brim with prisoners. Perhaps these cells were reserved for the more important prisoners. Or the more dangerous. He should feel honoured, he supposed.
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Well, the place was solid, he had to admit, after a extended search. There was no doubt about that, and he still hadn’t found a way out when the door at the far end suddenly began to open. Hastily he ducked back into the room he had been in, growling softly in displeasure. It was a torture chamber, though, like the cells, it appeared to be seldom used, if at all.
“He’s gone! But… how…” Wolf winced. He had known it would have to happen. But there was no way out of here, either. Not even a window he could try climbing out of. Perhaps they were farther underground than he had thought. All the stairs and everything had confused him, after a while.
“I told Yami we should have installed cameras in here.” Now, that voice was very familiar, and he couldn’t stop the low snarl that broke free. Kaiba, that overinflated asshole. He wondered what had happened to his brother. The kid, at least, had been decent enough, after they had gotten to know him.
In any case, if he couldn’t run, then he supposed he’d have to fight. He had weapons, after all, pulling two of the knives free from the jacket.
The door creaked open and he threw, the knife finding a new sheath in one of the guards’ chest. The man looked shocked a moment, before he suddenly collapsed.
“Really, Mutt. Escaping from your cell, injuring one of my guards. You’ve been a very bad dog today, haven’t you?” Kaiba looked down at the guard, nudging him with his foot experimentally. The guard groaned.
“Take this useless waste of space up and see if the doctor can’t save him, I suppose.” The other guard looked over at Wolf, and then began to drag his colleague out of the blond’s sight, back down the hall. Kaiba looked over the knife, which he had pulled from the man, with an air of unconcerned detachment.
“Good quality.” He said, then tossed it onto the counter by him. Wolf had already pulled another one free to replace it, watching the other man cautiously. He hadn’t changed much, not in appearance, at least. His hair was a bit longer, and Wolf thought he might have grown an inch or two more, if that was possible.
The brunet still wore the same style of clothing, black leather pants and a simple black shirt. What was it with leather and black, anyways? Yeah, both were useful in some cases, but Kaiba and, he had to admit, Prince, occasionally took it a little too far. And, of course, the jerk wore his own trenchcoat, this one white, lined in red. It wasn’t the one he had worn back in Battle City, though. The cut was plainer in the shoulders, like that blue one he had worn in Duelist Kingdom. Steel studs lined down the opening and along the hem, and, along the edge of the coat’s upright collar, where the old KC logo had sat on his old ones, the initials KS were now embroidered, in gold thread. And, unusual for him, the sleeves weren’t tight-fitted at the wrists, though he could see that the shirt beneath was, along with the steel bracers that he always wore.
Wolf didn’t expect to kill, or even hurt, Kaiba as easily as he had the guard. The brunet had always been fast, and he was sure, considering the bastard’s new position, that he would have stayed on top of his fighting skills. But, then, Wolf had picked up some new techniques along the way as well. Kaiba wasn’t the only one who knew martial arts.
For a while, the two just stood watching each other, Wolf growing more antsy as each moment passed. Patience had never been one of his strong points. Finally, Kaiba smirked, and the blond saw red, lunging at him. He should have known better, as Kaiba moved swiftly, pulling one of those fancy moves of his, sending him tumbling to the floor.
But, instead of landing with a thud, as he would have done in the past, Wolf rolled with the movement, quickly coming back to his feet again. Not the first time Ryou’s lessons had come in handy. Kaiba raised a brow in amused surprise.
“And they say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”
Wolf attacked again, and was again easily knocked away. This time, he didn’t attack right away again, taking a deep breath to try to calm himself down. Simple strength wasn’t going to win this fight. He had to use his brain. Contrary to popular belief, he actually did have one.
Again there was a long pause as the two re-evaluated each other, looking for weaknesses. At least Wolf was. Kaiba seemed perfectly at ease.
“There are only a few things that will motivate an animal to attack.” The brunet began conversationally, and Wolf looked slightly puzzled. “If they’re hungry, if they’re defending something, or if they’re afraid. Now, since I’m sure you haven’t stooped that low, it’s obviously not hunger. And you’ve nothing here to defend besides yourself. But since I haven’t attacked you at all, yet, it can’t be that, either.” He smirked knowingly. “That leaves fear. Are you afraid of me, Pup?”
“Afraid of you?” Wolf snorted. “Don’t make me laugh. How about pure and simple hatred.” He attacked again.
This time Kaiba didn’t just knock him away, seemingly finally having decided to fight seriously. The two struggled a bit, but, in the end the brunet won, pinning his captive to the floor. Wolf had picked up on some tricks, yes, but Kaiba had been trained since childhood, and was a master. That wasn’t to say he didn’t get a few marks himself, the knives having torn up the trenchcoat some and leaving more than a couple cuts here and there before he had lost them, including one that would probably need to be stitched. Kaiba studied it irritably.
“You’ll pay for that one, Mutt.” Graceful hands closed suddenly around his neck, squeezing tightly, and Wolf panicked, struggling furiously to get away. There was another hiss of pain as he struck some part of the CEO, and he gasped for breath frantically as the world started to swim before his eyes. He was going to die here.
Prince, I’m sorry. He thought, then passed out.
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When Prince awoke again, he was surprised to find himself stretched out on cool tiles, nude. Blinking, he sat up and looked around, wondering how long he had slept. The light shining in the windows showed that it had at least been through the night, and it seemed to be coming from too high on the horizon to be all that early, about ten, he guessed, or three, depending on whether they were facing east or west. The room seemed to be a bathroom, but besides the regular bathroom things, like a toilet, hidden behind a large prettily decorated screen partition, and a tub, which was sunk into the floor and was rather large, if shallow, there was also a fair-sized pool that took up a large portion of the room. A pile of towels lay nearby, and, standing, he quickly took one to wrap around his waist.
“You’re awake.” Prince turned at the familiar voice, seeing a group of women just entering the room through a door at the far end. At the front was a very familiar brunette.
“Anzu!” He exclaimed, then stared. The girl’s belly was rounded in a very obvious way.
“You… you’re… “ He trailed off, just staring. Anzu looked down, faintly embarrassed.
“Yes.” She answered, after a moment. “A couple of us are.”
The other women crowded into the room, a full dozen in all. Besides Anzu, Shizuka was also there, and Mai, the blonde having a haunted gaze that would surely have had Wolf trying to murder the Pharaoh slowly and painfully. Neither of them showed signs of impending motherhood, though. The other women were of various ages, one even looking to be younger than himself, all of them dressed in long gowns cut in somewhat Egyptian styles, though all, like the Pharaoh’s own outfit, had some modern editing. None of them could have been any older than Mai, and they were all very pretty. Absently he remembered, from reading he had done, that the Pharaohs in Egypt had kept multiple women. That must be what this was, then. The Pharaoh’s harem.
“I’m sorry…” He murmured. This was all his fault, wasn’t it? If he had never put the puzzle together…
“It’s all right.” Anzu came over, while the others headed towards the pool. “We’re very well taken care of, and… and Yami isn’t a cruel lover… some of the girls even fight over his favour.”
Prince gave a disgusted look at that. Sure, he supposed the Pharaoh could be considered sexy, but, after all he had done… Well, there were girls like that everywhere, he supposed.
“You dyed your hair.” She reached to ruffle the black strands thoughtfully. “It looks… odd…”
“Yeah.” He shrugged. “People don’t tend to trust you when you look identical to him. And that hairstyle made it a lot easier for him to track me down, too.” He hadn’t only dyed it. It was longer now, the hair’s weight dragging it down, which made him look a lot more normal. Anzu smiled sadly at him.
“Come on. You can bathe with us if you want.”
“Bathe?” Prince looked toward the pool, and wished he hadn’t, blushing furiously and turning his face away with an embarrassed squeak. The women were undressed, some of them already in the water, others setting shampoos and soaps along the water’s edge. Anzu blinked, then reddened herself a bit.
“Sorry. I forgot you’re not used to it. Yami has very little modesty, actually, and we’ve learned not to either.”
Just then a second door, along the side wall. opened, and the subject of the conversation came in.
“No.” He growled to the silver-haired figure who followed him. “I’ve already told Kaiba he could have him. Why don’t you go find your hikari? He has to be somewhere nearby.” Yami looked over at Prince. Bakura looked as well and smirked.
“You would know where he is, wouldn’t you?”
“No clue.” Prince snapped back, glaring. It was the truth; he really didn’t know where Fox was. The other rebel wouldn’t have been stupid enough to stay in the hut they had been using when neither of them came back.
“And even if I did know, I wouldn’t tell you.”
“I want to break him.” The demon said, looking back to Yami.
“I can do that well enough myself if I wish to.” The Pharaoh answered, watching Prince, seemingly considering. Prince glared back, no trace in his eyes of the gentle-hearted hikari he had been. “But you can play with him, I suppose, if you’re careful. No scars. And I want him coherent when I get him back.” Prince’s eyes widened and he took a nervous step back at the evil smirk that crossed Bakura’s face.
:Scared, Aibou? Perhaps you’ll be a bit more agreeable in the future.: Prince took another step back and whirled to flee, but his body suddenly stopped working and he fell to his knees, unable to move.
:You’ll not escape your punishment so easily as that. Be grateful I’m going so easy on you.:
:Grateful! You arrogant bastard. I should have left that damned Puzzle in the box where I found it.:
:Maybe I should rescind the ‘no scars’ part. The doctors can remove scars now anyway, can’t they…: Prince shuddered, still furious, but not bothering to answer this time, slamming his shield up instead. He could just imagine what the Thief had planned.
“Let’s go, Brat. We’ve got quite the fun afternoon ahead of us.” His evil laugh proved easily that it would be anything but fun for Prince.
He had thought that it was the Pharaoh who had held the spell that stopped him from moving, but now, as Bakura lifted him onto his shoulder and headed for the door, he could feel the heat of the ring, revealing that it was actually he who held the spell. Prince’s stomach felt queasy at the thought.
“Bakura.” Yami’s thoughtful voice stopped the Thief at the door, and Prince found himself hoping, in one brief moment of weakness, that he had changed his mind. Not likely.
“Take him downstairs and have him ‘cleaned up’ while you’re at it.” Cleaned up? What did he mean by that? Obviously not something violent, it seemed, by Bakura’s irritated sigh. Then the door closed behind him and they were left alone.
“I suppose I might as well get the chore done with first. Then we can play.” Prince squeaked as he was carried off down the hall, dread filling his thoughts.
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Trouble now. Just to put everyone’s fears at ease, nobody’s going to die, yet. Although, they might not consider that a blessing…
Tavi: Ah, you’re making me blush. I’ve read some of your fanfics, too. They’re really good too. I loved Whispers of the Heart.
Yeah, I’ve seen a few of them. There’s just not enough dark Yami fics out there. My favourite is How To Lose Your Mind in Five Easy Steps, but it seems to have been abandoned, which is a pity.
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