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Royalty	By : FireWeaver Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2098 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author: Like I said I�m gonna
write a second chapter tonight right away! Cause I really
need to get this done! Ok!!! Everyone! Review and give me the boost of strength
that I need! OK? OK!!!!
Bakura and Ryou and Malik: *in back corner doing�.stuff*
Author: Yea�anyways! All my fellow readers! I�m begging you!
If you haven�t reviewed once for this fic! REVIEW!!!
I�ll need the ultimate boost of support for me to finish this for all of you
guys!

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If it wasn�t for Malik�s shriek of terror Yami would have
died for certain.
Instinctively he jumped to the side, and the blade plunged
directly into his shoulder. He gurgled in pain as the weapon was removed,
poised to strike again when he was shoved back onto the bed behind him.
Bakura stood his ground, holding his sword in one hand, the
other one unable to work from his shoulder injury, �If you think I would let YOU
kill the Pharaoh and take over the throne, you are insane!�
Yami stared in surprise, still clutching his bleeding
shoulder as he gaped at Bakura�s back, wondering why in hell did the other teen
save him if he had held him in such contempt?
Malik stepped carefully over bodies to his side, immediately
beginning to shred the bed covers to wrap his wound, �He may hate you but he�s
not stupid�� he said softly, feeling that this wasn�t the time to have a
conversation, �and I know he holds a certain degree of respect towards you that
Seto cannot compare��
�How touching�saving the one who condemned you to the
underworld,� Seto snickered, relocating the dagger once again at Ryou�s throat,
�finally decided to become his whore again?�
�I just wouldn�t want someone like you on the throne,
bastard,� the wild white haired teen shot back, �Yami was a bastard and I still
hate him�but at least he has a little more morality than you do!�
�Shut up!!!� clearly the comment struck a nerve. Seto�s one
eye was visibly twitching as he pressed his weapon closer to Ryou�s neck, �I
will kill him! I will!�
Ryou struggled, his airway blocked from his neck being
pulled so back. Courage tried to overcome his silenced fear, and he sought his
voice, �R-run!!! Go!!! Don�t worry�about me�go��
�Shut up!� the blade cut into the flesh slightly, and Ryou
whimpered.
Unlike Yami, Bakura held his position, keeping his guard on
the two men and hostage. From his years on the street before being taken to the
palace he knew he cannot run�and he knew he cannot fall to threats�in his years
of thievery�such could mean everyone�s death�and he had faith in Ryou; he just
needed to get him the chance� �Go ahead�I�m not his lover�I don�t care��
�BAKURA!� Yami shrieked as Malik
gasped in shock.
Seto looked taken back for a second, realizing that his
threat wasn�t working before screeching, �I will kill him then!�
Ryou gave a wail and suddenly jerked backwards, slamming his
back against the High Priest and pulled himself away violently. The knife cut
into his neck and sliced a large gash, but in the sudden movement, he saved
himself death. He sobbed in pain and stumbled towards Bakura as the guard
hurled himself towards the boy.
The older pale teen spun in front of Ryou and holding up his
sword in defense, cleaved the charging man�s head in half.
Malik shrieked in horror as blood spew everywhere and
various organs of the dead man�s head spilled out. He had to recover quickly to catch Ryou who
fell upon the bed, numb from fear.
�Ryou! Oh Ryou!� Ignoring his own shoulder, Yami tore up more
of the blanket to wrap the boy�s neck in.
�Yami�I�m so sorry�� the teen whimpered.
�Hush�I am here now�� Yami sobbed in relief, holding onto
his lover.
Knowing his defeat Seto ran at the window in the room,
slamming the barricading doors open, into the harsh rainfall, a streak of lightening
flashed followed by thunder. �I will not give you the satisfaction of killing
me!� he declared and leapt from the window.
�Yes I will!� Bakura whipped Ryou�s noose off the boy�s neck
and flung it out the window after the man. The huge cord fell like a ton of
lead in the rain; Bakura tied the end upon a knob at the door, hoping the large
mess of ropes would catch the High Priest.
If luck would have it, the ropes fell faster than Seto did,
causing the man to fall into the entangled mass of knots that were at the end
when the bundle was thrown out. The rope snapped straight, straining from the
weight.
Bakura congratulated himself, heading to the window and
staring over the edge, barely making out the struggling figure of the High
Priest trying to untangle himself from the long knots of ropes that held him. �Ha!
If the rope fell straight then it would have been unfortunate. Behind these
clouds Ra�s light shines upon me! I�m so fortunate that the ropes were tangled
when I tossed them out!� he laughed even harder when Seto managed to get free,
however accidentally slipped his head into the noose at the end, immediately
tightening the cord. �So I DO get the enjoyment of killing you! You bastard!�
he called out in the rain.
His victory was shot lived, as with a burst of strength,
Seto reached up and pulled the cord loose, opening the loop holding his head
and fell to the ground, not injured however, because the ropes broke his fall.
Seeing his chance to escape Seto got up and ran.
�Fuck!� Bakura jumped out the window in chase much to Ryou�s
cry of dismay, snatching onto the rope and sliding down, the speed causing so
much friction that his palms tore open. He hissed at the pain when he landed
upon the ground and followed in hot pursuit.
�After him!� Yami commanded,
leaping from the bed with Malik behind him as they fled from the room and out
of the palace. It was only after they were outside in the pouring rain that the
Pharaoh noticed Ryou panting behind them, �Get back in there Ryou!�
�I won�t leave you!� the boy responded before choking on his
breath and concentrated on his running.
Having no time to argue the three ran in the direction that
Bakura disappeared.
After a period of sprinting the Nile
River vaguely came into view.
Stopping and gasping for breath, the three young men looked around. Yami
actually thanked the rain, the cold water drenching his wound, cleaning and
numbing it. They looked around in the grey haze, making out two figures
attacking each other with their physical strength. As they neared, they could
see Bakura and Seto landing blows upon each other at the border of the river,
standing at the interface before the water and land.
�Bakura�s going to fall!� Ryou cried out and clung to Yami
for support, weak from all that he has gone through.
When the pale teen stumbled in the fight Ryou screamed and
hid his head into the Pharaoh�s chest as Malik moved in to help, the only one
who isn�t injured.
In the confusion of the fight Seto was unable to cast any
spells, too distracted blocking and delivering blows to Bakura. The other teen
tripped, howling in pain when he was hit in his injured shoulder. He wound up
his fist to deliver the final blow that would send the boy plunging to his death
when a caramel hand shot out and pulled the teen to safety. �Fuck you!� he
cursed when Malik shifted into a fighting stance, standing beside Bakura.
�Fuck YOU!� Malik returned, malice dripping from his voice, �You
will die today �Master�, for the death of my lover and my brother!�
With a cry the Egyptian flung himself at the taller man,
pummeling him with his fists, releasing all his years of pain, suffering,
sadness, grief, frustration and anger towards the High Priest.
Seto screamed as he began to back up from the blows, trying
to shove the other teen off him, but Malik was too driven, returning blow after
blow to his body. He lost his footing when it landed on wet mud; with a shriek
he tumbled from the banks into the running water below.
Malik panted as he watched the man surface, fighting against
the waters for air, trying to swim to the side. The teen waited for the river
to wash him away, annihilating his existence, but the High Priest seemed to be
making good ground, steadily swimming towards the shore.
The Egyptian suddenly felt his heart freeze. Over the rain a
deep growl could be heard, and Malik could make out the large form of a
crocodile swimming slowly down the river to its prey.
Seto turned his head, his eyes widening at the large beast, �No!�
he swan harder, the gap between him and the predator closing between them, �No!
NO!!!!!! ARGH!!!!�
Knowing what is to happen to the man Malik turned away,
meeting with Bakura�s chest. He immediately clung to the soaked tunic, burying
his face, blocking out the sight as he heard an anguishing scream fill the air.
Bakura watched as Seto was dragged beneath the water. A
great wave of red blood burst through the surface before the river washed it
away. He stroked Malik�s wet blond hair, the rain beating upon them, �It�s over�it�s
over��
The tanned boy turned to gaze at the running waters, seeing
no more traces of his wicked master�

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