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Rulers and Rogues	By : Khat Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 10587 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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So, this was actually done this morning, Or, yesterday morning, now, as it's going on 2 am, but I've been fighting with the wireless all day. See if I can manage to upload it this time...
The chapter title is a line from a rhyme that has absolutely nothing to do with the story, unless they happen to be having pork for supper or something. I seem to be running short on decent titles lately... Need to work on that...
So, the interaction between Yugi and Yami here didn't quite go as I had hoped, (I tried to get some goodies in there, but Yugi wasn't cooperating) but it reinforces Yami's mindset some, I suppose, so there's that... And it shows the real problem between the two. Yami thinks he's a god, and Yugi doesn't.
Review Replies: Sorry about that, IvoryRose. I'd happily spend most of my time writing, but fanfiction doesn't pay the bills. Unless you count the Books That Shall Not Be Named. If you don't know which ones I'm talking about, where have you been hiding? Seriously, though, I have no problem with the subject material, obviously, lol, but they're just badly written. I gave the first one a try, and quit during the second chapter, and that was with skipping half the blabbering on. Haven't seen the movie, though.
Yeah, Venetia, actually, when I have to think about what I'm writing, it generally doesn't come out very well. Or at all. I did horribly in my English classes in high school, despite having excellent reading and writing skills, simply because I couldn't do the book reports and journals that were required. I can whip up a few scenes from a story, when everything's flowing right, in half an hour, and have spent all day at some points trying to work out a properly formatted essay (Essays should be made illegal. Gonna talk to Yami about that, I think.)
Recs... Well, most of my subscribed list on AO3 are non-yugioh, actually. The majority of the yugioh ones there seem to be one or two-shots, and while I'll read those if the summary catches my attention, I prefer longer stories. There was one puppyshipping one I liked, though, and I can't really tell you why, because it's not my usual fare. Just Friends, by AllisonWalker. It's fairly real world, and has more to do with the pair's personal insecurities then outside influences. Fair warning, It is kinda slow in some parts.
It's totally non-yugioh, but you might want to check out non_poignant's Fae Tales Verse series. The Court of Five Thrones, the sequel she's currently working on, isn't as good as the first one, imo, but it's still a good read. The series is a modified extension of her Rise of the Guardians-based Shadows and Light series, which is also some quality writing. The Fae Tales Verse even has it's own fanfiction base there now.
Oh dear, Anon, any sort of traffic ticket is no fun... (I don't have a license, myself) I hope this makes your day a little better...
And for a last note, the Egyptians were, historically, fairly loose when it came to personal modesty, public nudity being a common occurrence, and, while I'm probably taking a bit of poetic license with it, Yami's opinion on Yugi's modern modesty wouldn't be too far off, in reality.
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“Yugi, wake up now.” Yugi muttered something about there being no school and tugged the blanket around him a little closer. A deep chuckle answered him, making the bed move.
“Come on, Little One. You’ve been sleeping most of the day.” Day? Yugi blinked a few times, blankly, before his mind actually started to wake up and he remembered where he was. Slowly he sat up, looking around. The sky was dark, though a faint light from what must be the east meant that the sun wasn’t completely set yet. A small fire had been built a bit out from the trees, just enough to cast a bit of light. Malik lay a short distance away, sleeping peacefully, and Kaiba and Wolf too, the former leaning back against a large duffle bag, the latter stretched out on the ground on his stomach, his head pillowed on the other’s leg, and limbs splayed wide. His right arm had been released, Prince noted.
He, himself, was settled between Yami’s legs, and had apparently been sleeping up against him. He knew he had gone to sleep on the ground, earlier, and vaguely remembered someone half-lifting him and hugging him close. Obviously it must have been Yami.
Prince shivered faintly, wrapping the ‘blanket’, which was, he realised now, a cloak in dark purple, closer around him. It got cold in the desert at night, he remembered.
“Awake now?” Yami pulled him close again, sighing softly and looking up towards the stars that were lighting up the sky now. “I shouldn’t have let you sleep so long. It won’t help you adjust at all, but you looked so peaceful, for once…” Prince didn’t answer. He had felt peaceful, before he had been called back to the present.
“Are you sore?” The Pharaoh asked after a moment of silence, one hand sliding under the skirt of the tunic Prince wore to brush curious fingers over his opening.
“No.” Prince said shortly, twitching away, though the other arm, still wrapped around him, meant he couldn’t move far. Not without getting himself into more trouble.
The statement was a lie, of sorts. He had been taken often enough in the past week and a half that his body had mostly adjusted to it, but there was still the dull throb of misused muscles, though not really enough to bother him.
“Good.” Yami murmured, trailing the wandering hand back up to tip the smaller male’s chin up, kissing him lightly. Prince turned his head away again after it, earning a faintly irritated sigh.
“Don’t be temperamental, Yugi.” Sure, of course that was the problem…
“I’m thirsty.” It was as good a topic change as any, since it was true. He hadn’t had anything to drink since that morning, before he had fallen asleep. Yami shifted then, pressing a half-full bottle of water into his hands.
“It’s not a lot, I know. Mokuba shouldn’t be too much longer. I’m sure he’ll bring more.” The water was warm, and not nearly enough to slake his thirst, though it was, of course, better than nothing, he reflected, shaking the last few drops into his mouth.
Yami’s hand went wandering again, just caressing lightly for the moment, running up over his hip and across his lower back, pushing the tunic up as he did so, trailing down to stroke over his ass. Prince twitched away again and Yami’s hand stilled, resting over one cheek.
“Stop it.” Prince hissed, giving an ultimately fruitless jerk, the spirit’s arms only tightening to hold him in place. “You’ll wake up the others.”
“So?” The slave’s cheeks coloured in a mix of anger and embarrassment. Of course he wouldn’t care… “Really, Yugi, it’s hardly something to make a fuss over. The human form is a beautiful thing, and yours is no exception. Anyway, many would jump at the honour of pleasing me in public.”
“Oh, so I’m supposed to feel honoured now?” All he felt at the moment was bitter.
“Of course. You’re the hikari of the Pharaoh, the son of the Gods.” There was a note of annoyance in the spirit’s voice again.
“This isn’t ancient Egypt.” Prince snapped back, trying to push away again. “You may have declared yourself Pharaoh, but you’re not a god. You’re just a tyrant.”
The hand that struck his cheek then surprised him, and it took him a moment to feel the pain of it.
“Do not speak such words again, Yugi. You’re very lucky no one is awake to hear. Say something like that with others around, and I would have to follow through on my threat earlier.” Prince paused to wonder what threat that was, then remembered the one he had made after the snake, about beating him bloody. He must have missed something, though. He wouldn’t really…
No, the hikari thought. He would. He would cuddle him after, of course, and try to soothe him and expect him to understand, but he would order it done in the first place.
“Call it an honour all you want.” He huffed. “It doesn’t change what it really is.” Yami wasn’t a god, he was only an ancient soul given a new life through circumstance and the Puzzle’s power. And it wasn’t an honour, it was simple abuse.
The Pharaoh just made a faintly irritated noise.
“Keep your thoughts silent. For your own sake.”
The conversation might have continued, but something moved then, a soft brush against the ground that sounded, to Prince, like a snake. Immediately he tensed up, breath catching as he peered into the darkness nervously.
“Stop sneaking around, Bakura. You’re scaring Yugi.” Yami called, pulling the shorter male close again. Sure enough, the shape that appeared out of the darkness was nothing like a snake. Well, not in form, at least.
“Snakes don’t go around looking for trouble.” The thief commented, picking up on the reason immediately. Obviously someone had shared the story with him. “Unless stupid hikari go stumbling over them.” Prince scowled, but didn’t answer back. Secretly, he had to admit that Bakura was right. It hadn’t been his greatest decision. He’d been so irritated at Yami, at all of them, that he had only thought of how his disappearance would annoy them, and not of the potential dangers. Snakes weren’t the only dangerous creatures in the desert, and they were one of the less aggressive ones. It could as easily have been a coyote or something.
“Where’s Ryou?” Bakura said suddenly, glancing around.
“I thought he was with you.” Yami answered, nudging Prince away and standing. Prince stood too, pulling the cloak close around him and leaning back against the tree, yawning. Despite sleeping so long, or maybe because of it, he still felt tired.
The two spirits moved away from the fire a bit, looking for the other slave. Only Prince, though, thought to look up, and, to no surprise on his part, spotted Ryou sitting half-way up the tree, dozing lightly, his white hair gleaming slightly in the starlight.
“Damn that brat.” Prince jumped, not expecting the voice so close to him. Bakura stood just to the side of the tree, the thief’s gaze pointed upward as well now. Yami’s hand came from the other side, resting lightly on his shoulder. He simply shrugged it off. A moment later, Ryou suddenly jerked awake, gripping ahold of the branch he was perched on with both hands.
“Ryou,” the white-haired yami hissed, “get your ass down here. Now.”
“What’s all the racket?” Kaiba was awake now, blue eyes glaring at all three of them, one hand absently stroking Wolf’s hair.
“Nothing important.” Yami stated. Ryou was climbing down, reluctantly, though, Prince decided.
“There’re lights down the road.” He reported, offering a hopeful look to Bakura. The thief raised a hand in a threatening gesture, and Ryou flinched, but the blow didn’t fall. Instead Bakura just growled irritably and moved away, yelling at the slaves to wake up.
“Mokuba, finally.” The CEO carefully slid Wolf off his lap, the blond only muttering something before falling back into deep sleep, totally oblivious as the rest of the ‘camp’ prepared for their rescuers.
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Just like Kaiba and the Pharaoh to go completely overboard, Wolf thought, looking out the window next to him, as the bus he was on came in sight of the palace. If he didn’t know better, he might have thought they were compensating for something. But Kaiba, at least, had nothing to be concerned about there.
The building was done in an Ancient Egyptian style, of course. Tall outer walls hid most of the interior, but the building within rose higher still. It must have been at least four or five stories, the blond thought, from the height.
The walls, both outer and what he could see past them, gleamed white in the light of the noon sun, and the various roofs, just slightly angled, shone like dark mirrors. Two huge statues guarded the heavy metal gates, which, at the moment, were opened in welcoming, and Wolf recognized them as images of the Egyptian gods, though he couldn’t have said which ones.
The front yard of the place was a bit more modern-looking, grass and gardens framing a wide circular driveway of paving stones. Another short driveway to the left led to what must have been a garage, though it, again, was done in the same gleaming white stone, and on the other side were what he assumed were barracks, by the guards doing drills in the training area in front of it. The garage was something to note, though, that it was there. The knowledge might come in handy later.
“Like it, Puppy?” Wolf just scoffed at the question, not even looking at his captor.
“I’m surprised it doesn’t have ‘Kaiba’ written in huge letters on the gate.” He answered. All right, yes, it was probably quite impressive, but he was a little biased against it.
“That would be an eyesore.” Yami commented, looking back. He sat a few seats up, with Prince beside him, of course, next to the window, though Wolf couldn’t see him. The Pharaoh looked amused, and the other king only gave a slight huff.
Wolf, at least, needed no encouragement to climb off the bus, once it stopped, tired of being forced to sit still, though that damned chain meant he couldn’t go far anyways. He might have tried an escape again, but there were far too many guards around for that, not to mention the gates that were already closing, as the last of the three buses passed through them, filled with their luggage. A handful of technicians had been left behind at the plane, with proper supplies and a fourth vehicle, to try to find out what had happened.
Up close, the building was even more exotic-looking. Wide steps led up to a white granite inlaid veranda, where patterns and pictures had been carved into the tall columns and arches that lined the front of the building instead of a front wall, some of them painted in bright colours or gilded with gold, and more statues, more reasonably sized, were set about decoratively, images of animals and gods and… and duel monsters, he realised, spotting the Legendary Knights among them.
Past the arches, hung with screen curtains that were held closed by magnets along the edges, the room opened up, the many white stone columns supporting the roof of the huge room. The floor here was black granite, polished to a high sheen. It was cooler out of the sun, and slaves waited with damp cloths for them to wipe their faces and hands with and jugs of cool fruit juice for them. Mokuba had brought them water, of course, and food, but the liquid had been warm and flat-tasting, so Wolf wasted no time in emptying three glasses now, before finally pausing for breath, continuing to look around. The ceilings had to be at least 12 feet high, he thought, craning his head to look up at the decorated arches between the columns. Maybe a party room or something, if the four thrones that stood at the end of the hall were anything to go by. If they weren’t the same ones from the mansion, they were extremely similar.
“Come, Pup.” A tug on the chain accompanied the command and Wolf glanced back at his captor. The others were already separating, he noticed, and only he and Kaiba still stood there, except for one slave waiting to be dismissed and Mokuba, leaning up against one of the columns.
Wolf debated on arguing about it, but he wasn’t in the mood for yet another tiring fight, so he just drained his last glass, handing it to the slave with his thanks, and turned to follow quietly, a response that obviously surprised the younger Kaiba, who straightened and gave the blond a suspicious look. Wolf just ignored it.
“What did you do to him?” The teen asked, curious. “He’s been quiet the whole way here.”
“He’s just worn out. He was snappy enough yesterday, trust me. He picked a fight with Bakura while I wasn’t looking.”
“I can understand you, you know.” Wolf interrupted, the irritation of having them discussing him breaking through his current disinterest.
“That’s better.” Mokuba answered with a smirk. Wolf decided to ignore him again.
They went up a wide staircase to the second floor, and then down a hall to a second set of stairs, somewhat less impressive, to a third story. Given the tall ceilings, Wolf amended his first opinion. Three stories was probably all there was.
The second story hall they went through were much the same as the main room, open and airy, with huge windows and currently open glass doors that led onto wide balconies. There were modern touches here too, though, screens on the windows and closable glass panes, and more magnetic curtains across the doorway. He thought of something, then.
“There weren’t any bugs trying to make lunch out of us, back at that airport…” He commented.
“I set a small spell to discourage them.” Kaiba answered simply. “It’s much easier and less stressful to just put up screens, though, of course. And the garden has birds to control the population.”
At the top of the second staircase, Kaiba reached to press a few buttons on a touchpad set into the wall, yet another sign that they really were still in the modern age, then unclipped the chain from the collar, releasing Wolf.
“You can have the run of this floor. Stay away from the stairs and the cross passages.”
“Or what?” He asked, eyeing the staircase, sure there was some trick to it.
“It’s an invisible fence, Jou.” Mokuba answered instead, the older brother having already turned down the hall towards a door at the end of it. “What do you think?” Wolf just gave him a dirty look, and turned to stalk off in the other direction, wanting nothing to do with either of them at the moment.
The screens and the touchpad weren’t the only modern touches, Wolf found. The bathroom, which he made full use of, right to the fresh clothing that appeared on the counter while he was busy washing, was fully furnished, with a large shower stall and a Jacuzzi tub, soft cream-coloured mats laid out in the appropriate places. Here, too, the theme continued though, with granite floors and countertops, the walls painted to match the mats, though the wall pictures were missing on this floor. The granite was different too, the floors a myriad of dark blue flecks, and the counters, in the bathroom, at least, a light grey. The counters and the floors in the hallway were all still highly polished, but the bathroom floor had a rougher texture, though not sharp, probably to prevent accidents.
And then he found the game room.
It was a library, too, by the bookshelves that lined the one wall. The floor was carpeted in dark grey, soft under his feet, and the walls were a pale blue-green hue, with a wide white border strip at about his shoulder. He was more interested in the huge flat-screen TV and game console that were closer to the other end of the room, though, in front of an overstuffed black leather couch. He didn’t recognize the console, except for the KC logo on it, but he was sure it couldn’t be too hard to figure out.
It wasn’t. It must have been a prototype or something the bastard had made just for himself and Mokuba. The thing must have had a huge hard drive, since it had every game on it that Wolf had ever heard of, plus a lot more that he hadn’t. Playstation, X-Box, Wii, even the handheld platforms were on it.
From the Grand Theft Auto games all the way down to a bunch of children’s games with a yellow fish called Freddi that were actually surprisingly fun. He was about halfway through the third, trying to figure out how to get a gold pipe out of a submarine, when he was suddenly interrupted.
“You have to go back to the beach to get the key.” Wolf jumped in surprise, turning to glare at the brunet.
“Stop sneaking up on me.” He snapped, setting down the wireless mouse he had been using. The system also had a more common controller/pointer, and a keyboard. Kaiba only raised a brow to him.
“The apartment is mine, Mutt.” He reminded. “As are you. As such, I am entitled to do whatever I wish.”
“Fuck off.” The blond grumbled, eyeing the screen, not really in the mood to play any more.
“Perhaps later, if you’re a good dog.” Wolf growled in irritation. “Right now, it’s dinner time. You’ve been playing on that all afternoon.”
Wolf blinked, turning to look out the windows along the side of the room. It was far later, the sunlight having shifted its angle across the floor from just in front of the windows to the far right of them. The border strip, that he had taken for simple decoration, now glowed faintly, obviously having automatically responded to the failing daylight.
His stomach growled then, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten in hours.
“Move it, or Mokuba and I will go down without you.”
And that threat was certainly enough to get him moving.
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So, time for some user interaction. I'll be the first to admit I can't name most of the Duel Monster cards, other than the prominant anime ones, so, if anyone has any monsters they are overly fond of, feel free to speak up, and I might work them into the place decorations. Black Magician already has a spot further on, and I'll probably get the Blue-Eyes in somewhere, and the Red-Eyes, because i imagine it would really irritate Jou to have Kaiba using his dragon in his decorating, but I don't want to use just the standard half-dozen, so anything else is fair game.
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