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Every Step	By : xxKiuolo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4935 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh! I also don't make any money off of this fanfiction.

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Chapter Two

When Yuugi finally stopped running, out of breath and legs shaky, he wasn’t entirely sure where he was. He was still in the palace, but there were many places he hadn’t explored. Not to mention, he hadn’t exactly been watching where he was running.

He probably would have been more concerned about this if it didn’t feel like his world was falling apart.

Yuugi knew very well that Atemu was the ruler of all of Egypt. As such, Egypt itself hinged on Atemu being good at what he did and in the past that hadn’t been a problem. But if Atemu was too distracted to do his job…

Yuugi leaned against the nearest wall, breathing heavily. He didn’t want to think about it, but he couldn’t help himself. If Atemu didn’t rule like he was supposed to, then people would suffer for it and, well, it was possible one of those people would end up being Atemu himself. There were lots of people who would jump at the chance to take advantage of a distracted Pharaoh.

That was the last thing he wanted.

Yuugi slid down the wall until he was sitting. Just earlier that day, he’d promised Atemu that they could be together forever, but would that really be best if it was at the expense of others? At the expense of Egypt and Atemu?

Yuugi desperately shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Maybe he was overreacting. After all, it was only lately that their relationship had gotten more serious, so maybe it was a phase that would pass? But what if it didn’t pass? And, a small, selfish corner of his heart spoke up, did he even want it to pass?

No, he couldn’t think like that. Atemu and Egypt were much more important than his own happiness. However, he couldn’t act rashly. If Atemu could start acting more like the ruler he truly was, then there wouldn’t be a problem. Maybe Yuugi could try and push him in the right direction again.

His heart plummeted a little as he immediately recalled how well trying to get Atemu to get back to work had worked earlier that day—that is to say, it hadn’t worked at all. But he wouldn’t give up! And if it didn’t work…

Yuugi’s eyes started to sting, and he knew tears were coming. He fought them off though, knowing that he needed to be strong. He wouldn’t get anywhere crying about his problems.

Just as he had made up his mind, a loud noise coming from down the hall drew his attention and snapped him out of his reverie. His brow furrowed. Was something wrong?

He had just stumbled to his feet to go and check things out when the sound of running footsteps caused him to pause. Before he could react, a slave ran around the corner, looking as if the devil himself was on his heels. When he spotted Yuugi, the slave’s eyes widened and he skidded to a halt before bowing lowly in front of Yuugi, his silvery-white hair falling into his eyes.

The slave was obviously in a rush, because before Yuugi could ask him what was going on the slave said, “Sir, I request that you please come with me. The Pharaoh is very upset about your disappearance.”

Yuugi’s eyes widened. Had he really been gone for so long? He nodded. “Of course, lead the way,” he replied. This wasn’t good. He hadn’t meant to cause a disturbance.

The slave nodded before straightening himself and quickly heading down the hall. Yuugi followed after him, practically running to keep up. On the way, they met other slaves and, after seeing the relieved expressions on their faces, Yuugi had to wonder about just how worried he had made Atemu.

His fears were confirmed when they reached the Throne Room and he heard Atemu shouting. He instinctually quickened his pace in response and quickly passed the slave who had been leading him before bursting into the Throne Room. His eyes immediately connected with Atemu’s like magnets, and Atemu shouted, “Yuugi!”

Atemu, who had just been in the middle of shouting at one of the lead guards, quickly closed the distance between himself and Yuugi before scooping him into his arms. “Yuugi…” Atemu said, sounding so relieved that Yuugi was immediately assaulted by guilt. Atemu buried his face into Yuugi’s hair and clutched at him tightly. “What happened to you? I was so worried! You’ve been gone for hours! I had every available person looking for you.”

In return, Yuugi apologetically wrapped his arms around Atemu’s waist. “I’m so sorry,” Yuugi said. He hesitated, not wanting to lie to Atemu, but knowing he couldn’t tell the whole truth. Finally, he settled on saying, “I took a wrong turn somewhere, and I didn’t know where I was…”

Atemu let out a relieved sigh, somehow managing to clutch Yuugi even closer. “You must be more careful next time. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he scolded, voice strained from worry.

Yuugi shook slightly, though Atemu was too busy being relieved to notice. Due to their closeness, Yuugi could feel how fast Atemu’s heart was beating, and it concerned him. Atemu shouldn’t have gotten so worried about him being gone for only a few hours. Had their relationship really grown to this? After what he had just found out, this troubled Yuugi.

Moreover, had Atemu really had so many people looking for him? The sinking feeling in his gut worsened. Atemu shouldn’t have used everyone just to look for him. It must have caused a huge disturbance and disruption to everyone’s normal duties.

Yuugi’s hands unconsciously gripped Atemu’s clothes even tighter, his body and heart dreading the conclusion his mind was coming to. But no, he couldn’t overreact, he reminded himself. Atemu couldn’t help it if he was worried, and there could have been a chance that Yuugi had been genuinely hurt and needing help somewhere. Atemu’s actions, as overkill as they were, made some sense.

Finally, Atemu gently pulled Yuugi slightly away. “You’re not hurt, are you?” he asked, sweeping Yuugi’s body with his eyes for any injuries.

Yuugi shook his head. “No, I’m fine. I really only took a wrong turn,” he explained.

Atemu smiled slightly, though it was obviously strained. “Alright, I think we’ve had enough excitement for today. Come, Yuugi, let us retire to our room,” he commanded, putting a firm arm around Yuugi’s waist. He began to lead Yuugi towards the door when Mahado, who had been silently watching the proceedings, stepped forward.

“My Pharaoh,” he said, dropping to his knee in a bow, “is that really wise? Forgive me, but there is still much to be done.”

Yuugi stilled, remembering what he had overheard earlier. He glanced at Atemu, who looked mildly annoyed. In a small part of his mind, Yuugi wondered what sort of expression Atemu would have made if it hadn’t been Mahado, his best friend, who had spoken up.

“You are correct, Priest Mahado, there is indeed much to be done. However, in light of what has just transpired, I believe a break is in order. There is nothing going on that cannot be put off for another day,” Atemu said, clear authority in his voice. Without waiting for a response, Atemu tugged Yuugi in the direction of the exit once again.

Yuugi panicked. No! Atemu was blowing off his duties again just because of him! He had to do something!

Before he could really think his actions through, Yuugi placed a hand on Atemu’s shoulder, halting him. “You can’t!” he said, his worry showing in his voice.

In response, Atemu’s brow furrowed in worry. “Yuugi, is something the matter? I thought you said you were okay.”

Yuugi shook his head, suddenly at a loss for words. He didn’t want to make Atemu suspicious or, heaven forbid, even more worried. However, he couldn’t just let Atemu walk away from his duties. He closed his eyes tightly, willing himself to find the right words, before opening them and looking at Atemu pleadingly. “Pharaoh, I’m fine, really. I just got a little lost. I’d feel bad if this caused you to get behind on your work, so please stay?”

Atemu frowned, looking extremely hesitant. Just when he looked like he was about to argue, Yuugi begged, “Please?”

For a long couple of moments, everything was silent. Then finally, Atemu let out a long sigh. “As you wish,” he said, giving in. He reluctantly released his hold on Yuugi’s waist, and just as Yuugi stepped away, Atemu grabbed his hand. “Yuugi, just promise me you’ll be more careful. You scared me half to death,” he said, worried.

“I promise,” Yuugi replied, and he meant it. He didn’t like the thought of worrying Atemu.

Atemu nodded, seemingly satisfied with this, before turning to the slave who had found Yuugi. “You!” he commanded, pointing at him. “Escort Yuugi to our room and make sure he gets there safely. I don’t want this happening again.”

The slave bowed before doing as he was ordered and rushed over to take Yuugi from Atemu. After a few ‘goodbye’s between Yuugi and Atemu, the slave and Yuugi went to go to their destination.

Yuugi’s heart soared. He couldn’t be happier. This proved it—he might be the cause of Atemu’s distraction, but he was also the remedy for it. Yuugi was capable of convincing Atemu to do what he needed to do, so he no longer had to worry. Even if he stayed here, Atemu and Egypt would be fine.

Yuugi couldn’t help the bright smile on his face as he was lead out of the room. The silver haired slave who escorted him noticed this and hesitantly smiled back.

And that was when it all went wrong.

“Well, well… What do we have here?”

Before Yuugi or the slave could react, Yuugi was grabbed by the arm and yanked abruptly to the side. Both Yuugi and the slave let out a shout, which alerted everyone in the Throne Room.

Atemu swore his heart stopped when he heard Yuugi’s panicked yell. Before his mind even consciously made the decision, he was running out into the hall, the other people in the Throne Room right behind him.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. There, eyes wide and scared, was his precious Yuugi, a sharp dagger pressed to his throat. A man with wild silvery hair held him close, a wicked smile on his face.

From behind Atemu, someone yelled, “That’s the thief Bakura! But he’s supposed to be locked away in the dungeon!”

Bakura’s smile seemed to widen at this. He pressed the dagger closer to Yuugi’s neck, actually drawing a little blood, and said, “Yes, well, I took the liberty of letting myself out. All of your guards seemed so busy, I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

Yuugi couldn’t help it; he whimpered. He wanted to be braver, but it was hard with a dagger pressed to his throat.

Atemu stepped forward, looking unspeakably angry. “You will release Yuugi right now,” he commanded, his tone promising severe pain if Bakura didn’t comply.

Bakura merely laughed at this. “I don’t think so. Sorry, Pharaoh, but I’m not one to let a chance like this slip through my fingers. How about this instead? You give me the Millennium Items, and I don’t slit this boy’s throat. He’s important to you, isn’t he?”

Yuugi’s mouth dropped open a little. No! He wouldn’t let that happen! “Don’t do it!” Yuugi cried out, trying to wiggle out of Bakura’s grip, but to no avail. The Millennium Items were too important!

Bakura growled in annoyance. “Stop that!” he said fiercely. Not one who was known for his patience, Bakura hit Yuugi hard upside the head with the handle of his dagger. Yuugi let out a small shout, immediately seeing stars.

“Yuugi!” Atemu yelled. He started to run towards them, but Mahado grabbed him and held him back.

“My Pharaoh! If you do that, he will only hurt the boy!” Mahado tried to reason.

Bakura started to laugh again. “This is great! So what’ll it be, Pharaoh? The Millennium Items or this?” he asked, shaking the disoriented Yuugi.

Suddenly slouched in Mahado’s restraining arms, Atemu was silent, his face turned strangely towards the ground.

“Too scared to move, Pharaoh?” Bakura taunted, looking very satisfied. He opened his mouth to say something else, but he abruptly cut himself off, eyes widening. A surge of darkness was suddenly surrounding the Pharaoh, and even from where he was at, he could feel the energy radiating off of him. Immediately, he demanded, “That power! What are you—”

“No!”

It hadn’t been Yuugi or Atemu or even Mahado who had shouted the word, but instead the slave from earlier. Completely surprising Bakura, the slave rushed at him from the side and pushed him with all his strength. Bakura staggered, dropping Yuugi in his surprise. “You!” Bakura growled angrily, harshly kicking the slave in the stomach and watching gleefully as he fell to the ground, wheezing and clutching at where he had been hurt.

He turned back to Yuugi, dagger high in the air as he made to stab Yuugi. He didn’t like the power radiating off of the Pharaoh, and he needed to get out of there before he got in the middle of a fight he might not be able to win. The injured boy would serve as a perfect distraction while he escaped and regrouped. He knew if he took the boy with him instead, the Pharaoh would only hunt him down more persistently.

But just as the dagger was about to connect, Atemu seemed to come out of nowhere and blocked the blow with his arm. Blood spurted from Atemu’s arm grotesquely, but he didn’t even seem to notice. That was when Bakura looked him in the eyes.

Bakura had always thought the Pharaoh a fool. The man didn’t seem to know what real life was like for the people of Egypt and relied on others to do his bidding for him. But as Bakura looked at him, he realized.

The Pharaoh’s eyes weren’t even those of a man.

They were shadowed over, reminding him absently of some of the more intimidating monsters he had encountered. On the Pharaoh’s forehead the Eye of Ra shone brightly, the Millennium Puzzle around his neck doing the same.

Was this the power that had been created in return for the lives of his family and friends?

Bakura didn’t have time to think anything else as a sharp burst of power burst from the Pharaoh. He flew backwards, flying several feet until hitting a hard stone pillar with a sickening thud. He fell to the ground, looking lifeless.

Slowly, the Eye of Ra began to fade from Atemu’s forehead and the glow from the Millennium Puzzle disappeared. He fell to the ground beside Yuugi, clutching at his injured arm. Yuugi immediately moved to embrace him, the tears finally spilling over as he spotted the blood. “Atemu…!” Yuugi chocked out. There was so much blood…!

Atemu was breathing hard, but he was conscious. “Worry not, Yuugi,” he murmured comfortingly as Mahado and the others rushed over to his aid.

So distracted with Atemu, no one noticed when Bakura began to stir.

“I’m so sorry, Atemu! If I’d have been paying more attention…!” Guilt stabbed viciously at Yuugi’s stomach as he took in Atemu’s wound. If he hadn’t gotten caught or if Atemu hadn’t been so concerned with him, Atemu wouldn’t be hurt. Yuugi clutched desperately at Atemu’s clothes, as if afraid he would disappear.

“Shh, Yuugi, it’s fine… We’re both fine…” Atemu said, soothingly rubbing Yuugi’s back with his good arm as the others worked to bind where he was injured.

When Mahado secured the final knot, he looked up and said seriously, “My Pharaoh, we must take you to see Priestess Isis immediately. We must leave now.”

Atemu nodded before allowing everyone to help him up. He swayed on his feet, feeling dizzy from the blood loss. “Come, Yuugi,” he managed to say. He wouldn’t be able to rest peacefully until Yuugi was checked for any injuries as well.

Yuugi had just scrambled to his feet to do as Atemu had commanded when laughter interrupted them. Immediately, everyone’s heads swiveled towards the window.

There Bakura stood, looking as if he was about to jump. Slung over his shoulder was the silver haired slave who had helped Yuugi, looking absolutely terrified.

“I’ll be seeing you again soon, Pharaoh,” Bakura said with a malicious grin. He shrugged a shoulder and the slave let out a small shout. “And I’m taking this with me.”

Some of the attendants who weren’t helping Atemu stand ran towards Bakura, but with a wave of his hand Bakura jumped out the window. The first person to reach the window leaned down and frantically looked around, but Bakura was gone.

“He’s disappeared!” the man exclaimed.

Atemu looked furious. “What?” he demanded. He moved to go and look for himself, but Mahado’s arm around his shoulder stopped him.

“My Pharaoh, we will catch him at a later time. Right now you really must go see Isis.”

Atemu didn’t look happy about it, but allowed himself to be carried away regardless.

Yuugi could hardly believe it. Now, not only was Atemu injured, but the kind slave from earlier had been taken. Why was this happening? He felt rooted to the spot. He needed to help that slave!

One of the guards there put a gentle hand on Yuugi’s arm and started leading him after Atemu without a word. Yuugi was shaking so much, and it felt like there was something in his throat. He couldn’t bring himself to protest.

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A/N: This story seems to be moving really fast, but no matter what I do I can’t seem to slow it down. x.x Ah, whatever.

Poor Yuugi, no matter what he does to make things okay the world (*cough* me *cough*) seems to be against him.

Anyway, thank you very much to everyone who reviewed last chapter! I really enjoyed hearing from everyone!

Finally, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YUUGI~! I made you get kidnapped and nearly stabbed. You’re welcome.

~Kiuolo
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