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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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Geez, the week goes by so fast. I post a chapter, and then, the next thing I know, it's Friday again... (Friday is not my favourite day, because I have to go to work on that day and the boss is an idiot, and occasionally an asshole. Which is an opinion shared by a number of other people in the town...)
This one got slowed down by Marik and Malik. I knew I wanted to get that point about the pilots in there, but it just didn't want to flow right, especially once Isis and Rishid dropped in, although they did lead into that little confrontation at the end, so I'll forgive them. (And yes, I do realise how crazy that sentence sounds.) They probably won't show up much, at least not until I've gotten around to watching Battle City again. I don't have their personalities down, and I'm not inclined to guess.
Anyways, no need to worry about Jou, he's not going to turn into a pushover any time soon. I've got something planned that's going to bring the wolf out and fighting. But even he needs a nice relaxing afternoon sometimes.
I'm glad you all liked the God twist. Considering Yami's background, and power, and the fact that he spent 3000 (or 5000) years locked in a puzzle, I think it's sort of inevitable that he'd have issues.
Yami's not going to be passing Yugi around, so no need to worry about that. Well, not unless Bakura manages to catch him out and about again or something like that, and though it hasn't been mentioned yet (it will be next chapter), Yugi does have full access to the harem, if he wants it, but that's his choice. Yami's just not overly worried about anyone else looking, as long as they don't touch.
Oh, look at that. I'm more popular than the show now. I love it. Next I will overtake LittleKuribou. Or, probably not...
And to the last anon, I thought it must have been something like that. And it would be nice if they were equal and happy and everything, but then there'd be no story. lol.
IvoryRose - Sorry, I guess I was a little vague there. I meant the '50 shades' books, which were bad Twilight fanfics that the author changed the names in so she could sell them publicly. They're all the rage here in Canada and America (not sure where you're from or if they're popular elsewhere) among women who wouldn't know a good bdsm story if it tied them up and beat them senseless. But I might be a little biased there, I'll admit.
Oh, a quick point (and this is why I read back from the beginning occasionally, but they still slip past now and then) in 'Pleasure and Pain' the point was made that Malik didn't know what had happened to Isis and Rishid, but then in 'Travel Plans', he mentions about seeing them again, so I went back and slipped in a sentence there about Yami having mentioned them being well and managing the Egyptian branch of the government. And hopefully that's the last screw-up I'm going to let by for at least a few chapters...
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“Slow down, Brat.”
Unlike the other hikari, who were probably being dragged off to wherever their yami wanted to go, it was Marik who was doing the following in their pair. He wanted to find his sister and brother before they went anywhere else. It had, after all, been a good year since he had last seen them, and, for most of that time, he hadn’t even been sure they were alive.
“Do you even know where you’re going?”
“Of course. The guest rooms.” He had seen the plans for the place, so he knew where everything was. Bakura’s rooms were on the third floor, to the north, and Kaiba’s to the south. Yami’s rooms were set more towards the back of the building, the eastern side. His rooms were actually on the third floor, while his harem’s took up the space directly beneath, on the second floor, and Marik and Malik’s rooms, by their own choice, were under Bakura’s. The rest of the second floor was guest rooms and a large library, while the offices, dining room, and other public places were on the first floor. And, of course, then there were the cellars and dungeons below. The slave quarters were in a separate building behind and off to the side.
“Malik!” The Egyptian turned at the call, smiling as he saw his older sister coming from the opposite direction, Rishid following behind her.
“Isis, Rishid.” He hugged his sibling warmly, while Rishid and Marik stood back, giving each other suspicious looks. Their opinion of each other hadn’t changed at all, it seemed. Rishid, he knew, thought of Marik as a parasite, while Marik... Well, Marik didn’t like any of his family.
And it seemed Isis wasn’t fond of the Pharaoh’s decision in that area, either, as she only gave his yami a cool nod of greeting. Well, he supposed he couldn’t be surprised by it.
“We heard there was trouble of some sort.” Rishid commented then. “We weren’t told what, though. It’s good to see you safe.”
Malik gave the pair a quick summary as they walked, side by side with him in the middle. Marik followed a few steps behind, his thoughts a dark rage in the back of the hikari’s mind. Still, it seemed to be going well, until Rishid looked behind.
“How did you manage to sneak past them to the pilots?” He asked Marik point-blank. Malik blinked in surprise, while Isis gave their adopted brother a faintly irritated look.
The yami stopped, seemingly surprised as well for a moment, then threw back his head and laughed.
‘I’m psychotic, not suicidal.” He answered, finally. “Whatever happened to them, it wasn’t something I did.”
Malik hadn’t even thought of that. Though, really, he should have. Marik could say he wasn’t suicidal, but he was just as capable of summoning as Yami and Kaiba. All right, maybe not in terms of power, but he could have summoned something strong enough to carry two people.
“Besides, my technique when breaking things is just to smash them. I wouldn’t know how to make plane engines stop.” Well, there was that, too.
:I’m a little disappointed you’re not backing me up at all, Hikari: The spirit commented, giving Malik a pointed look. The lighter half flushed slightly and looked away.
“Guess we’ll just have to see what Kaiba’s technicians say about it.” He commented, then quickly changed the subject to what Isis and Rishid had been doing the past year.
Apparently they had been managing this area of Europe since it had been taken over. Egypt had been one of the first countries that had been captured, which had surprised no one, really, although the rest of the African countries had fallen quick enough as well. ‘Egypt’ now covered the entirety of the African continent, and spread up through Turkey and Iran.
Well, technically, it was all under the Egyptian Empire, Malik knew, but many of the smaller countries elsewhere had been combined, as well, to make ruling easier. England now spread out to the borders of Russia, and Japan had taken the remaining mainland countries, including China, and the islands along there, though Australia had been given New Guinea, Tasmania, and New Zealand. The South American countries were now known collectively as Argentina, and everything from the Caribbean Sea up was simply America. Well, except for Canada, of course.
Most of the other countries, it seemed, were being run by people Kaiba had picked out. Probably Kaibacorp managers, Malik thought.
The conversation continued on to Marik and Malik’s suite, where Rishid and Isis said goodbye and headed back to their own rooms, leaving the pair to clean up.
“I should have killed both of them back when I had the chance.” Marik said suddenly, once the door was closed.
“And I shouldn’t have allowed the Pharaoh to set you free.” Malik snapped back, stripping his shirt off and heading for the bathroom.
“Don’t get mouthy, Brat.” Marik followed after him, jerking him around and pushing him up against the tiled bathroom wall.
“Don’t threaten my family.” He growled at his darker half. The eye on the tauk began to glow softly as the two pairs of identical violet met.
Then Marik huffed, stepping back and turning to strip off his own clothing. Malik closed his eyes, silently breathing a sigh of relief, then continued to strip as Marik ran the water.
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The palace was certainly rich-looking, Ryou reflected as he followed his darker half through the halls, hand still wrapped around a half-full glass. A male slave followed after them with the jug, having been summoned along by a short gesture from Bakura.
“Master Bakura.” Someone purred suddenly, as they reached the top of a double set of stairs. That was, really, the only word for the seductive greeting. Ryou didn’t stop as fast as Bakura did, bumping into the latter. The thief gave him a cold glare over his shoulder and Ryou stepped down a step, dropping his gaze docilely. The yami was still angry at him, and had only allowed Ryou a couple hours of sleep on the long bus ride, informing him shortly that they were in a different time zone, so the faster he got used to it, the better. It made sense, of course, but he knew better than to think that was the only reason.
Annalee had, apparently, jumped right into the local historical fashion, Ryou thought, peeking around his other half. Or, well, a slut’s version of it, at least. She wore a narrow white tube top that was tight enough across her chest that Ryou actually wondered how she could breathe in the thing. It was decorated at top and bottom with wannabe hieroglyphs in brightly coloured thread. The matching skirt was almost as tight, held by a belt of small woven gold links, clipped at her waist by a begemmed clasp, the one end left to hang loose to her knees, which was longer than the skirt by a good two or three inches.
Her pale hair was caught up in a good two dozen round gold clips in two rows at ear level, and she wore a band of gold and blue enamel across her forehead. Thick Egyptian-style make-up, heavy gold earrings, and a matching necklace, bracelets, armbands, and anklets completed the look.
He wasn’t concerned. In fact, he was downright contemptuous, actually. The woman knew nothing if she thought that sort of too-obvious display would catch Bakura’s eye. Well, it would, Ryou supposed, but he’d be more interested in taking the jewellery for himself than in her. If that was what the spirit liked, then that would have been what Ryou was dressed in. The hikari’s faintly transparent rose-coloured harem pants and loose sleeveless blouse, the material of both woven in an abstract lace pattern, were more Arabic than Egyptian, to be sure, and his own small-linked collar and belled bracelets and anklets, all in gold today, certainly weren’t a match to Yami’s type of heavy jewellery, but they suited him better. Heavy gold jewellery would have overwhelmed his pale colouring, rather than accenting an Egyptian’s darker tone. The tramp could preen and purr all she wanted, she didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of taking his place.
“Welcome home, Master.” The second greeting came from behind Annalee, and Ryou looked past to see Maria and Sara standing a few steps behind. Their sleeveless dresses of light fabric were white as well, but they were more modest, with longer, looser skirts, caught at the waist by cords that wrapped around twice and tied loosely at the front, one in lavender, the other in blue-green. Decorative scrollwork marked the bottom of the skirts in matching shades. The jewellery the pair wore was similar to Annalee’s, heavy gold and enamel, but their hairstyles certainly weren’t, simple ponytails to keep it off their necks.
The sudden sense of malicious decisiveness from his other half was all the warning Ryou got.
“Take Ryou to the harem.” The hikari blinked, turning confused eyes on his captor.
“Kura?” He queried. Bakura didn’t even look at him.
“You will clean yourself up and wait in the main room until I summon you.” The ruler decided, moving down the hall then, gesturing for Annalee to follow him. Ryou stared after him, disbelief blanking his mind for a moment, until it was suddenly swept out by a surge of anger and jealousy. The latter emotion surprised him just as much as Bakura’s actions, really. He couldn’t be jealous of that half-assed under-dressed floozie.
And yet he was. He was the Hikari, the other half, the soulmate. It should be him, who was following Bakura to their rooms, not that… that… Bint.
“Ryou?” He turned a furious gaze on whichever of the twins it was that had spoken and she took a hesitant step back. The slave-boy, he noticed, still waited behind him, looking rather nervous. Ryou shoved the glass back at him ill-manneredly.
“Well, let’s go, then. At least I can wash.”
******
The cool shower settled Ryou’s temper, but the glumness it left behind was certainly no better. He really shouldn’t care who Bakura took to bed, he reflected. It just meant he wouldn’t end up with a sore ass so often.
Unless, of course, Bakura decided to hand him off to someone else…
No, he wouldn’t do that. Bakura was too possessive for something like that. He would as soon give away the ring.
This was just a stunt to try and put him in his place. Bakura had probably caught his contempt and pride through the link and, since he had already been in a bad mood, had decided to take him down a few pegs.
With that conclusion made, Ryou brushed his hair out quickly, just enough that it wouldn’t be too mussed when it dried, and made his way back to the main room.
The twins were sitting in chairs around a chessboard, in the middle of a game. The one in the green belt, who he thought was Sara, smiled to him.
“Feeling better? You shouldn’t get so upset over it. Favourites are always shifting. By next week he could be back to you again, or to one of us.” She shrugged. Ryou just frowned at her.
“I’m not just a concubine.” He informed her, deciding to use a polite term. No need to get on everybody’s bad side right from the start. And it wasn’t their fault they were here. “We’re soulmates.”
“Marik and Malik are soulmates too.” Maria pointed out. “And they used to take slaves to their beds more often than each other.”
He was about to say that the two Egyptians were a lot different from him and Bakura, but he didn’t feel like continuing the argument. Instead, he simply moved to kneel just in front of the couch, closing his eyes and breathing calmly. Let them think he was meditating or something. Bakura would come get him before long, and he would be sitting properly when he did.
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So, do you all hate Annalee? It's okay, you're not supposed to like her, and she will be showing up again to not-like. Ryou's not going to act out with Bakura the same way the other three would with their partners, but she's a safer opponent.
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