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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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On time this week, roughly.
So, first of all, I made a few mistakes in the last chapter. Well, one mistake, really. Yes, this is what happens when I write and post things before I do my research. See, I know nothing about flying, having never even been near a plane, so I wasn't aware that it's a 15+ hour flight from L.A. to Cairo. Now, they weren't going to Cairo exactly, and they may or may not have been coming from L.A., but I imagine that's a difference of about half an hour, tops. So, because it would have been VERY cruel of Kaiba to leave poor Jou all tied up and eager for that period of time, (not to mention no meals...) I made a few changes to the chapter. Nothing big or story changing, just a few bathroom breaks and a meal mentioned, and a comment in Jou's POV about being allowed to settle down.
And, to prove I've actually got it right this time, lol, they are at an actual Egyptian airport called Sharq Al-Owainat Airport. You can google map it, if you like. I imagine everyone's right along the edge of that little group of trees between those two buildings that I have no idea what they are for. For the sake of this story, the bigger one is Yugi's building.
Anyways, thank you all again for the reviews. It's very interesting to see how you all analyse the relationships and the characters and everything. Honestly, I don't even think about all that stuff when I'm writing, although I do read back over each chapter a few times and change some slight things if someone's acting OOC (which is one of my worst pet peeves, the other being bad spelling and/or grammar. I mean really bad, not the occasional mispelled word) or if I manage to contradict something I've wrote in an earlier chapter. (Or screw something up like last chapter.) In Yami's case, at least, I'm also a little biased by having watched some of the first anime, and read some of the manga, where he's a lot darker.
I will agree that the hikari seem to be a bit docile, lately, especially Yugi, who I occasionally have to jerk around so that he doesn't become too 'Ryou' on me, but don't worry, he's not going to forgive Yami's little stunt there anytime soon. And I'll try to get a proper lemon in there for him, and the others, sometime in the next couple of chapters or so. Have to see where the story goes.
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Even in the shade it was hot.
Ryou sat with Prince and Wolf under a group of trees, watching Bakura, Kaiba and Yami as they stood near the plane, arguing. Well, Ryou and Prince were sitting, at least. Wolf was pacing at the edge of a chain attached to the collar he wore. The other end was looped around the trunk of one of the trees. Whatever commands Kaiba had given him had either faded or been revoked, it seemed, since Ryou had caught him, out of the corner of his eye, discretely disposing of the toys. Actually, he had just found a spot where he was mostly out of Kaiba’s line of sight, and thrown the items as far as he could. Ryou didn’t think the brunet was fooled at all, of course. Ryou had been given permission to remove his own, and it had been cleaned and put away with the rest of the toys Bakura had brought along. The hikari was relieved at that, at least. He had grown unused to the feeling, and although it didn’t bother him too much, and was, at times, even enjoyable, it was, as Bakura had said, distracting.
Marik was stretched out a little bit away from the hikari, seemingly sleeping off his binge, and Malik was directing the dozen or so slaves who were moving some of the luggage and supplies off the plane, mostly things they would need in the foreseeable future, like fluids. Even though they had left the mansion early that morning, and had been on the plane for most of the day, the time difference meant it was the next morning here in Egypt. It was already hotter than the English-bred boy liked, and that, combined with the long day, was making him sleepy. That was probably the only reason why he wasn’t more worried. After all, if it hadn’t been for Yami and Kaiba, they all would have crashed. And then there were the dead pilots. What had happened to them? Was it related to the rest of the odd happenings?
“It would have been cooler on the plane.” Wolf huffed suddenly, then paused to glare at the trio of rulers. “Hey, Moneybags!” The call was ignored.
“Rich-boy!” Nothing.
“Ice-Queen!”
“Maybe you shouldn’t get him upset at you again.” Ryou suggested.
“Oi, Bastard, I’m talking to you.”
“I wonder if there’s any safe drinking water around here.” Prince mused, standing. It was a good point, Ryou thought. The plane probably wasn’t equipped to support all of them for an entire day in the desert. Prince glanced towards his darker half, who wasn’t paying any attention to him for the moment, then started to head towards the nearest door. The place, at first glance, had looked like it might have been the edge of a small town, but really, there was just a few larger buildings and a fair number of trees that must have been fed by an underground spring or something.
“Asshole!”
“P-Prince.” Ryou hissed nervously. The other hikari just waved at him.
“Dammit, Kaiba.”
“I’m not going far. There’s no one else here anyways.” And with that he stepped inside the building.
“Seto!”
“Mutt, if you do not shut up, I will put a muzzle on you.” The brunet’s glare would certainly have silenced Ryou, but either Wolf was immune to Kaiba-death-glares, or he was extremely unobservant. Had to be the first, actually, no one was that clueless.
“You just come over here and try it, you prick.” Wolf was certainly making up for his earlier silence. "Why aren't we staying on the plane where it's cooler?"
"The plane is meant to keep people warm at high altitudes, not keep them cool on a landing strip in the middle of the desert. Now be silent."
“I’ve got a couple gags in… Hey, where’d the runt go?” Bakura frowned at the two remaining slaves. “Ryou?” The white-haired boy tried his best to look innocent. Yami had turned at Bakura's query, eyes scanning the small copse for his hikari.
“Where did he go, Ryou?” The pharaoh demanded, coming over, followed by the other two. The ruler stayed just out of Wolf’s reach, though not seeming to be consciously making the effort.
“As far away from you as he can get, most likely.” The blond grumped, letting out a choked sound then as Kaiba caught the ring on his collar and pulled. The chain had been locked to the non-choking ring, but Kaiba had grabbed the other, pulling the choker tight.
“Say one more word, Puppy, and I will strip you naked and whip you all the way to Aswan.” He threatened. Wolf glared at him a moment, started to say something, thought better of it, amazingly enough, and closed his mouth again with a click of teeth.
“Good dog.” The CEO ignored the angry growl that drew.
“Do you need a reminder, Ryou?” Bakura asked, his voice deceptively mild. Ryou dropped his gaze, shaking his head and pointing to the door Prince had gone through, then, silently apologizing to Prince. Yami narrowed his eyes and stalked off towards the building, Kaiba following after him.
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The inside of the building was shockingly cool after the heat outside, enough to make Prince shiver. It was also darker, despite a number of dust-streaked windows, a couple of which had even been broken out. Still, there was enough light to see by, as he moved through what had obviously once been an airport control terminal. Computers sat at desks, long unused, and possibly not even any good anymore, after who knew how long being exposed to the elements. Sand had blown in, and covered the floor, piling up in corners. It looked like something you’d expect in a post-apocalyptic movie. One about a group of survivors who had just barely escaped a plane crash, only to land in an abandoned outpost with no food or water. All they needed was for those two dead pilots to suddenly come back as shuffling zombies to kill off the rest of them. That wasn’t very polite, though, and he murmured a quick prayer for the mens’ souls. They had probably done nothing to deserve their fate, other then ending up caught between their employers and who or whatever was causing all this trouble.
Prince wasn’t really looking for water, well, not entirely, at least. If he found some, that would be nice, but he had mostly just been curious, and, in part, he knew it would annoy the Pharaoh. After that little stunt he… they all, had pulled on the plane, he was in even less of a mood to play the obedient hikari than usual.
It was a little disheartening, actually, to think that he was reduced to these petty sorts of rebellions. But they were surrounded by desert, and he didn’t think he’d be lucky enough to find a working vehicle just sitting around. He couldn’t abandon Wolf or Fox, anyway. Not with no hope of somehow rescuing them again. The only hope any of them had was together.
It might have been too late for Fox… for Ryou, anyways. Prince hadn’t missed the way he was slipping into his old habits with Bakura, quiet and obedient. It wasn’t a surprise, he supposed. Bakura had had years to condition him to his tastes, and even as Fox, he preferred to follow directions, rather than lead.
“Yugi!” Prince paused as the irritated voice echoed through the building. He had moved through the main room and was in a hallway now, a few offices and what looked like a staff room opening from it. Ignoring the call, the hikari stepped into the closest office to the end, looking over the abandoned desk, its drawers left open. He wasn’t exactly trying to escape, he just wasn’t intending to just go crawling back as soon as the spirit called.
He turned to leave the room, but froze at a soft hiss, staring in suddenly fear at the large snake that had appeared between him and the door. It was patterned in light tan and brown, and had its upper half lifted off the floor, hood spread wide and mouth opened in warning. A cobra. And he must have stepped over it when he had entered the room. In his bare feet…
“Yugi.” It was Kaiba who had appeared in the doorway, as quiet as ever, and he eyed the scene, cold displeasure clear in his expression. “Don’t move.” He ordered, though the command was entirely unnecessary, Prince barely daring to breathe. He knew how dangerous those snakes were, and he highly doubted anyone had thought to bring along anti-venom.
“Aibou.” Yami stepped into appearance behind Kaiba, angry violet eyes widening as he took in the danger. Prince had the mindlink closed, but he didn’t really need it to sense the fear the other felt.
The snake shifted its body a bit, to try to keep the new ‘threat’ in sight as well, waving back and forth slightly. Kaiba slowly drew the rod from its usual place tucked behind his belt, his eyes on the snake now. It hissed once, struck at the empty air, the movement making Prince jump slightly, then suddenly folded its hood down and slithered over to the far corner of the room, curling up there.
Yami was shouldering past the taller male as soon as the snake had settled, clutching Prince to him tightly. He was shaking, the slave realised, and then noted that he himself was, as well. Kaiba just huffed, his frame releasing the tension Prince hadn’t even noticed.
“You…” Yami began, then cut it off with a hiss, beginning again. “I should whip you bloody, at the least.” He ignored the flinch at the threat. “How could you be so irresponsible? I’m beginning to think I might need to keep you on a leash, like Jounouchi.” Anger overrode the last of the fear, and Prince pushed away.
“Of course.” He spat. “Because we are, after all, just pets for you all to play with and dress up.” He tugged at one of the bracelets he still wore, despite knowing the gesture was fruitless.
“When you’re stupid enough to go wandering through an abandoned building in the desert in nothing more than a shift and some pretty jewellery,” Kaiba interrupted, “then yes, you do deserve to be treated like pets. Particularly brainless ones at that.”
“Come. Now.” The Pharaoh ordered, gripping Prince by his upper left arm and fairly dragging him after him, back down the hall and across the room, Kaiba following after them.
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Wolf watched as Bakura stood silently, gazing down at his light, until Fox dared to glance up again, giving him a hopefully innocent look. The thief only snorted at him, though he did move away, seemingly having forgiven him, though Wolf hardly thought there was anything to forgive. Well, maybe that he had given in so easily. They would have had to beat the information out, had it been the blond that they had asked.
“You might as well get some sleep, the both of you.” The spirit called back, including Wolf in the statement. “We’re not going anywhere anytime soon.” He went to the luggage, rifling through a few bags, and returned with two bundles of clothing.
“Change into these.” He ordered. Wolf fumbled the bundle of fabric that was tossed to him, while Fox stood to accept his calmly.
“What is it?” Wolf asked, shaking the bundle out and ending up holding a head scarf, the matching robe having fallen to the ground. “More girl clothes,” he scoffed. Did the bastard actually think he was going to wear this sort of stuff? Well, if he absolutely had to, but not if there was a proper pair of jeans anywhere nearby, and he was certain that there must be a few pairs in the luggage that would fit him.
“You were told to be silent, Mongrel.” Bakura reminded him.
“So make me, Snowball.” He snapped, tired of having to take orders from everyone. Fox’s eyes went wide and he clutched the bundle he had been given close, staring nervously at his darker half.
The yami stepped closer to Wolf, eyes narrowing dangerously. “Do you really want me to?” He threatened. The slave shifted a bit, too late realising that maybe he shouldn’t have said that. He wasn’t about to back down though. That would just be encouraging the spirit.
“I’ve taken worse than you.” He growled, instead. Well, bigger, at least, and stronger. He wasn’t sure about meaner, though.
“I’m sure you’re very good at ‘taking’.” The yami answered, and he moved suddenly then, pushing Wolf roughly so that he stumbled back against the tree he was tied to, a flash of light of metal the only warning before a very sharp blade rested lightly against the blond’s throat.
“‘Kura!” Fox squeaked nervously, but Wolf wasn’t paying attention to him anymore, his full attention on the angry ruler and the knife. He swallowed uncertainly, feeling the cool metal against his skin.
“I told you to change, Hikari.” The brown eyes locked on his own didn’t shift in the slightest.
“Let go of me, Bastard.” Wolf growled, trying to figure out how he was going to get out of the situation without a slit throat. He didn’t dare raise his arms to try to push him away, since that was unlikely to do anything other then get him killed. The knife pressed a little closer, and Wolf could feel the bite of it, and the liquid that trickled down his throat.
“Bakura,” Malik interrupted then, “I don’t think the priest would take it very well if you killed his plaything.” There was that, much as Wolf disliked the thought of having to rely on Kaiba for his well-being. But, in this instance, if it kept him alive…
“Let him go.” He had never felt so relieved to hear that cool baritone, as much as he would never admit it. An amused ‘hn’ gave him the feeling that the bastard already knew. “We’ve had enough close calls today.” Bakura didn’t shift at all, eyes still locked on his captive.
“Bakura!” Yami snapped. “If you kill him, I will give Ryou to Seto.” That threat worked, the white-haired male looking over at the Pharaoh, then at his own hikari, who stood dressed in a light gold-shaded robe, his own scarf wound loosely over his shoulders.
“Like you could.” He growled, but stepped away, using his finger and thumb to wipe the thin line of blood off the blade. Wolf lifted a hand to touch the small cut.
“I wouldn’t want Ryou anyway.” Kaiba stated, stepping over to Wolf’s side. “He’s far too docile.” He reached out to catch Wolf’s chin, and the blond slapped his hand away.
“Get you hands off me you blue-eyed-Ah!” The statement was cut off with a grunt as he was suddenly spun, front pressed into the tree, right arm jerked painfully high up his back. God, he was really starting to hate this position. Especially when a sharp tug on the collar and a click meant even more difficulty.
“Piss me off any more, and I’ll tie the other one up as well.” Kaiba warned, stepping back. Wolf jerked at his chained arm, but that only pulled the edge of the choker chain tight across the front of his throat, pressing painfully into the injury. The asshole had clipped the cuff on his wrist to the chain a few links down from the collar, meaning he had to either hold his arm up high or choke himself.
“Fucking asshole.” He hissed, only to find him pressed against the tree again, the CEO’s lean body holding him firmly in place.
“Do you really want to go there, Puppy?” The ruler growled. “I think you’re in quite enough trouble as it is. And don’t think I didn’t notice that you’re missing certain accessories.” A firm hand reached around to grab him in an almost painful hold through the fabric. At the same time, though, he felt a sharp wave of pleasure go through him, obviously induced through the bond. He had somewhat gotten the hang of blocking the link, but it was still fairly hit-and-miss if he got distracted. “And don’t worry, I’m sure the slaves will be able to find them easily enough.”
He was pulled around so that his back was pressed against the tree, which actually helped keep him arm up in place. This time he allowed the brunet to tug his chin up, though his other hand clenched in anger at his side.
“It’s already stopped bleeding.” The billionaire murmured, letting him go and stepping back. “Sit down and behave yourself, and I might think about unchaining you later.” He bent to pick up the fallen robe and scarf, shaking them out and folding them neatly.
“All of you can get some rest.” Yami said then. Wolf glanced over at him. The ruler stood with his arms crossed, clearly unimpressed. Prince stood near him, eyes on the ground in front of him. “Mokuba won’t be here with the vehicles until evening, at least, and we have to ration the water. Any we did find here wouldn’t be safe, and there are plenty of venomous animals around,” and he glanced pointedly at Prince then, the smaller look-alike wincing slightly at the words, “so don’t go wandering off to look.” He stalked off toward the group of slaves, followed by Bakura, who had Fox’s other outfit, while Kaiba headed for the plane again, having left the blue robe and scarf hanging over a low-hanging branch. Malik flopped down next to Fox. The Egyptian had changed out of his usual jeans as well, though he still wore the cream-coloured vest he had had on earlier. Now he had loose pants of a light material in a pale green shade with it. They still looked a little girly, to Wolf, but they were better then having to wear a dress, with nothing under it.
Slowly, the blond sat, leaning back against the tree and shifting until he got his arm into a somewhat comfortable position. He tried reaching over his shoulder with his left to try to unlock the trapped wrist, but couldn’t get it loose. Not being able to see wasn’t helping. He didn’t bother to ask for help. Malik wouldn’t, and wouldn’t allow Fox to, and Prince looked a little nervous, looking around cautiously before he sat at the base of another tree. That poisonous animals comment must have scared him.
Kaiba exited the plane, a familiar briefcase in hand, not even glancing at their small group as he went to join Bakura and Yami again. Wolf glared after him, twisting a bit to see what the bunch of them were doing, then blinked as he noticed something else.
“Is that Honda?” He asked no one in particular. Prince raised his head to look in the direction of the slaves, and Fox leaned forward a bit as well.
“Yes.” Malik answered, not having shifted at all. “Yami’s kept him close since Japan. I’d leave him alone, if I were you. He’s not in anyone’s good books either, at the moment.” Wolf had been about to call out to his former best friend, but his eyes slid to his tormentor, the man, as if sensing his thoughts, glancing over towards him at the same moment, and Wolf decided, this time, to be silent. It was most likely going to be a long day as it was, and he really didn’t want to spend it with both hands behind his back and half-choked.
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So, as Kaiba alluded to, they were supposed to end up at Aswan, which you can also google if you would like to. According to the get directions info, it's about 9 1/2 hours via car without breaks. Yami, btw, has had enough of flying for the time being, which is why they're not sending another plane or helicoptor or something. And no, nobody knows for sure, atm, how the pilots died, though Yugi suspects why, obviously, and he's not the only one.
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