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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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Another really late chapter, sorry... Been a busy couple of weeks. Spent most of the first week at the store (and this week, when I wasn't working), and, of course, there's the job out at the camp that started last monday. And then, friday, the laptop's wireless adaptor decided to quit working.. Luckily, since I'm working out at the camp, I could afford a usb adaptor, and my mom picked me up one when she went shopping last night. Now I'm short of usb ports, though. Need to get another hub...
I also had a little trouble getting this going, since I did agree with the comment that the story was getting a little stalled, and I knew what was coming up, (I've actually had most of Kaiba and Wolf's scene, and the first few sentences of their next, which will be in the next chapter, written for a while, but just didn't have somewhere to fit it in) but I wasn't quite sure how to get there. But now it's worked out, at least, and a few mysteries should be cleared up in the next couple chapters. I actually had this all done up, and then I thought I should fit something for Yugi in there, so part of this chapter's getting pushed to the next, which, hopefully, means I'll have it ready in plenty of time.
For anyone confused about Ryou's outfit, (and I was too while I was trying to understand the original directions for it), here's a link to show you what it looks like: http://www.fashion-era.com/ancient_costume/egyptian_fancy_dress_3_shawl_drapery.htm#Instructions_for_Draping_Model_T_ It's supposed to be historically accurate. Ryou's is slightly modified, of course, with the addition of the belt and the safety pins instead of a knot, but it's basically the same.
Oh, here's a thought. I know absolutely nothing about Egyptian names, so we're going to have a Name Yami's Baby contest. I browsed a bit, and the only one I found that I liked was Ramses, and that's a bit unoriginal, so if anyone's got any suggestions (preferably with the name meaning, if possible), feel free to share.
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The day had started off the same as every day since Ryou’s first night in the palace. He got dragged out of bed by Bakura and sent to get dressed, with the aid of Maria and Sara, who, apparently, had now been lowered to serving as his handmaids or something. Or maybe raised. They seemed to like playing with his hair and trying out different styles on him. The first day Maria had pulled the make-up out and, ignoring his protests, had done his face up Egyptian-style, though not quite as boldly as it was normally worn. Apparently they had decided that the huff Bakura had given the decoration was approval, since it had become a regular feature over the last week.
That morning, he had been dressed in a mint-shaded tunic that was just the safe side of sheer, his thick hair pulled up into a high ponytail. Combined with the make-up and his usual silver accessories, it did give him a somewhat feminine appearance.
“Decided to try cross-dressing today, Bunny?” Marik had asked, when the hikari had come down to the kitchens, following Bakura, as had become his usual routine.
Ryou had blushed faintly, while Bakura had only told the other ruler to shut it, and had gotten breakfast for the two of them. The thief was limiting Ryou’s portions now. He had, quite reasonably, gained a few pounds since his capture, and while he still didn’t have enough fat to be called anything other then slender, he was, according to the yami, starting to look a little soft.
After that there had been meetings, and reports to file, and other meetings. Ryou hadn’t really paid much attention until, mid-afternoon, when Bakura had told him to go up to their rooms and get himself cleaned up and dressed. It was then that he found out that Yami had a party planned for that evening. Apparently, while Yami had been with the rest of them at that abandoned airport, another of his wives had given birth, to a healthy baby boy. The number seven was lucky to Egyptians, and, since the baby was now seven days old, the Pharaoh was celebrating his new heir.
So here he was, dressed in a length of cloth. That was literally what it was, though the material was finely woven linen, in a soft honey colour, hemmed along all four sides in silver scrollwork. It started at the right side of his waist, the fabric wrapped behind and around him, back to his right, where a safety pin secured it in place, then behind his back again, coming back under his left arm and pulled up over his right shoulder, across his back, and back over his left shoulder to cross across his chest again, securing with another safety pin at his right hip again. The length had been sized to him, of course, so the free end on the ‘cape’ hung in a perfectly centered point behind him when he had his arms down. A band of silver at his waist, etched with vines and leaves and enamelled with red roses, offered further support, though Ryou suspected it was more ornamental. His bells had been replaced by more decorated bands of silver at ankles and wrists and throat. A tag, shaped to look like diabound, hung from the collar. Ryou wasn’t entirely sure whether it was a warning, a simple sign of ownership, or a protection amulet. He had decided not to ask.
His hair had been done up, as well, ruby and gold rose hairclips pulling it back into a half-ponytail. He was seriously going to stop letting Maria and Sara dress him up. Another week of this, and he was going to start thinking he was a girl.
Though, that might not be such a bad idea…
:Jealous again, Ryou? Stop scowling, you’ll get wrinkles.: Ryou ignored the comment, pointedly looking away from where the blond tramp was flirting with everyone she laid eyes on, while still managing to stay right next to Bakura. She was apparently going for the harem-girl look tonight, a tiny strapless bra in pure white, the two ends of a foot wide piece of sheer jade green material attached to the emerald, set in gold, between her breasts. The center point of the cape attached at the back of the bra, giving the material the appearance of sleeves.
The skirt was just as simple, two pieces of white linen, trimmed in green ribbon, tied at both hips, leaving the full outer side of both legs and much of the front on full display. Anklets and bracelets in gold… Wait, were those his bells? The stuck-up bitch! He was… he was going to do something. Sneak into her room at night and rip up all of those slutty gowns of hers. No, better yet, he’d just cut all her hair off, maybe try to figure out a way to shave her bald. Let her attract the men then…
:Ryou!: Ryou startled at the irritated voice, moving his attention from the would-be usurper to his darker half, who was frowning at him. A slight gesture and the hikari moved across the floor to stand at his side. Annalee frowned at him and he met her gaze coldly.
“That is enough. Both of you.” Annalee dropped her gaze demurely, murmuring a soft apology to Bakura. Ryou felt his fury rise.
Until a hand moved up to tangle in his hair, at the nape of his neck. It might have been a gentle caress, a soothing touch.
It wasn’t, of course. It was a warning, the fingers tightening painfully. Ryou felt himself calming down at the touch anyways. He was upset at Bakura, of course, for whatever game it was that he was playing, but he was too conditioned not to respond.
He wasn’t expecting the sudden shift in emotion along the mindlink, or the amused chuckle.
“I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me that you’d share my possessiveness…” He commented.
:She’s a shameless whore.: Ryou answered, not trusting to his ability to keep his voice down.
:She’s smart enough to know what she wants and ruthless enough to go after it.: The slave just looked away at that, watching the blonde flirt with some dark-skinned man. Is that what Bakura wanted now? He could act like that easily enough.
“Don’t get any smart ideas.” Bakura muttered, easily catching the unspoken thought. Then he huffed, sounding amused again. “Come, Tenshi.”
Annalee tried to follow them, but a sharp gesture from Bakura left her standing in place, glaring after them. Ryou tried not to let his satisfaction show too much, but Bakura picked up on it anyways, casting another glance back at him.
They were barely into the halls before the yami turned suddenly, pushing Ryou back against the wall in a bit of an alcove. The slave gave a yelp of surprise that was quickly swallowed by the ruler’s mouth on his.
“Now who’s the shameless whore?” Bakura murmured knowingly, brushing a hand over him. The fabric reduced the sensation, but he still responded anyways.
“I’m not a whore.” Ryou answered, leaning forward to kiss him again, insistently, tugging at one side of the robe he wore. Bakura had gotten a far better quality copy of his kilt and robe from the memory world. It had gotten a few dirty looks from Yami, but no fighting thus far, thankfully.
:I’m just well-trained.: His answer was a mental laugh as the thief gathered the fabric up and out of his way, his hand brushing over a surprise as he did so.
“You were expecting to get lucky tonight, I see…” The yami’s tone was bland.
“Only hoping…” He had prepared himself, after Maria and Sara had left to see after themselves, just in case. He was a little worried that Bakura would be displeased, but after a moment, he just reached to press a hand against the plug, making it move. Ryou pressed back into the feeling, just as the lights went out.
“So much for the Priest’s fancy sun-lights.” Bakura muttered, then suddenly stiffened.
“Wha-” Ryou began, only to be quickly shushed.
“Stay here.” The spirit stepped away, pulling a lighter from a pocket and handing it to him, heading back towards the ballroom then, the glow of the ring lighting the way just enough to see.
“But-”
:Stay, Ryou. Or, on second thought, go back to our rooms.:
Well, how was he supposed to remember how to get there? With a sigh, the slave started to move down the dark hall, finding a set of stairs and following them up, not even sure if he was anywhere near the right area.
It wasn’t too long, though, before someone came along with a real light. He thought he’d have preferred to stay in the dark.
“Annalee…” He greeted, trying to be civil.
“Oh, if it isn’t the wannabe. Still not done pretending to be a girl? Well, I suppose if you can’t be a real man…” Ryou pressed his lips together angrily, but resisted the urge to answer.
“I know. Let’s find out just how good a girl you make. What do you think, boys?” And two men appeared out of the shadows behind her.
These are my cousins, and when I become Lord Bakura’s first wife, I’ll make sure they’re given good jobs. You, however, are in my way.”
Ryou didn’t really consider himself a good fighter. He did know pressure points, though, and he used those to good measure, managing to drop both one, then the other. What he didn’t expect, however, was for Annalee to suddenly come up from behind him, swinging a heavy statuette. Ryou turned, stepping back as the world spun, trying to keep his balance, then his foot met air at the top of the stairs, and he tumbled backwards into darkness, both literally and metaphorically.
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“You’re still upset? I thought you did very well, even if it was your first time. We could practice more, if you’d like.”
“Go away.” Prince growled, edging away from the woman. Yami only looked on indulgently from his throne.
“He’s still being moody about the chocolates.” He informed Margarita. “He’s barely spoken to me all week.”
:Fuck off.: Yami’s eyes widened at the statement, then narrowed.
:Don’t be vulgar, Aibou.:
:I’ve said before not to call me that. I’m not your damned partner.:
:You’d prefer I called you slave, Little One? Or perhaps plaything, or sextoy?:
:It’d be more honest.: Yami huffed irritably, and Prince yelped and jerked away again as Margarita tried to slid her hand under his robe.
“I might be pregnant now, you know.” She continued, trying to pull him close to kiss him. A few guests were watching too now, obviously amused at the display. The hikari would have run, except for the chain attached to his left ankle cuff, holding him close to the throne. As it was, he was at the edge of his range.
“I accept no responsibility. You both forced me into it.”
“We encouraged you, Yugi, we didn’t force you. I’ve told you that before.” Yami answered. “The chocolates merely helped get you into the mood.”
“It’s called drugging someone, Pharaoh. Which makes it rape.”
“Are we back to that again, Yugi? We both know you’ll call my name loud enough later.”
Prince just turned away, trying to ignore the both of them. Ryou and Wolf didn’t seem to be enjoying the night any more than he was, if their expressions were anything to go by. Wolf stood near Kaiba, the leash between them loose for the moment. The blond, in his dark blue skirt and silver dragon-patterned accessories, his wrists chained loosely in front of him, was certainly causing a stir among some of the female guests. Which didn’t seem to impress him at all. If anything, he was actively shying away from the suggestive touches. His captor only looked amused, though he was being certain to keep him close.
And Ryou… Well, Prince wasn’t quite sure what was happening there. The white-haired hikari stood by himself, leaning up against one of the support posts, and glaring across the floor at… Bakura? No, Prince realised. He was glaring at the bleach blonde that was clinging to the other yami.
Yes, Ryou was definitely firmly back under Bakura’s control. The obvious jealousy proved it, even if the lack of any sort of restraint didn’t. Margarita tried to feed Prince a chocolate-covered strawberry, and he turned his face away. She just grinned and ate it herself. He had yet to see Marik or Malik, but it was a big room.
“The similarity is astounding. Not cloning? I had heard rumours, of course, but he’s a little too old, surely?”
“He can hear you, you know.” Prince snapped to the important-looking woman who had come over to look at him.
“Yugi.” Yami growled. “If you do not mind your tongue, I will have you whipped right here. Again. And I will let Bakura have his way, after.” Prince considered, then dropped his gaze, glaring at the cushions he sat on. The spirit had followed through on the threat, a few days earlier, chaining him, stripped to the waist, to one of the posts and letting Bakura punish him with a thick strap, not enough to leave him more than lightly bruised, but still... Bakura had suggested he make him go nude the rest of the day, but Yami had decided not to. Not that that made Prince any happier about the whole situation.
“No, he isn’t a clone.” The spirit responded to the woman. “He’s my reincarnation, actually.” The woman blinked a moment, obviously taken aback, then smiled seductively.
“You must tell me more.”
Kaiba and Wolf were gone, Prince noticed, and Ryou was quite tamely following Bakura to one of the exits. He would have liked to be going as well, not sitting here listening to the spirit regale his new fan with their story. At least he was honest enough about it to give everyone their own credit, even if he did glorify his part slightly. Surprisingly, Bakura was made out to be somewhat of a victim. He was, Prince supposed, but it was a little unexpected, coming from Yami. Margarita’s hand went wandering again, while she sucked suggestively on a second strawberry.
Then, suddenly, the lights went out. Surprised murmurs followed the sudden darkness, then grew more concerned as the lights didn’t come back on.
“Just a little bug in the system.” Yami called, the puzzle glowing faintly. “There’s no need to-” His words were interrupted by screams of fear and everyone was running every which way as attackers suddenly appeared from every direction, followed by hastily summoned guards.
Yami left the throne, shadow magic flashing in one direction then another as he struck out against the invaders. Prince heard an animalistic roar and something big and black and evil suddenly appeared at the other end of the room, the Pharaoh marching to meet it.
“Yami!” Prince called uncertainly, standing, the chain tugging at his ankle, honestly worried about his other half’s safety.
:I told you you would call my name, Aibou. But be quiet now. I need my attention here.: Prince might have answered him back anyways, but a strong arm grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, Bakura reaching down to his ankle to release the chain.
“This is no place for runts." The thief growled. “Especially not weakling ones.”
“Bakura, no. Yami!” Prince tried to pull away, but the weeks of enforced idleness certainly hadn’t made him any stronger, and he was easily carried away from the fighting.
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“What is going on now?” Kaiba growled, glaring up at the offending lights, Wolf sensing the movement through the bond more than actually seeing it in the faint glow coming from the Rod the brunet held. He shrugged carelessly. The CEO had stepped away from the party to check on the supply of food and drinks, and Wolf, of course, on the other end of the leash, had been forced to follow. He had no interest in returning and being ‘admired’ though. Like no one had ever seen a good-looking blond in a skirt and chains before.
“Forget to pay the hydro bill?” He answered flippantly, not missing the flash of irritation that was sent his way. He wasn’t all that concerned really, either. It wasn’t like anyone would be stupid enough to attack here, and even if they were, there were probably hundreds of soldiers stationed in the barracks, plus the fact that all four Kings were here. If someone had been intending to try anything, they would have done it while Kaiba and Yami were away, or, at the very least, while the army had been elsewhere.
Although, apparently someone was that stupid, the blond realised, hearing yelling and the sound of guns. The leash jerked, and he moved forward a bit before stopping and pulling back.
“Hey, no way. I’m not letting you drag me into the middle of a gunfight.” And he didn’t need to be able to see to feel the heat of the glare that that statement received.
“I’m not in the mood, Mutt. Move it.” The brunet jerked on the leash again, and, when Wolf pulled back again, sent the feeling of a switch across his ass. His already sore ass, since they had had it out before the party, and he, as usual, had gotten the short end, hence the chains. The slave stumbled forward with a surprised yelp, and the ruler literally dragged him down the hall, using mind tricks to goad him into obedience when he tried to pull back again. Finally Wolf gave in, glaring darkly at the barely seen figure walking in front of him.
“How do you even know where we’re going, anyway?” He snapped, finally. “I can’t see a damned thing.”
“Quiet.” Kaiba hissed, pausing as the noise from down the corridor suddenly cut off. A moment later, the taller man turned suddenly, pushing him back to the wall, into a space behind a statue of the Dark Magician, the light from the rod disappearing.
“What-” Wolf started, but a hand pressed against his mouth, silencing him.
:I said, quiet. Do as you’re told for once.: Wolf wasn’t quite sure why he didn’t just push the other away or argue with him. Perhaps it was because even he could sense it now, a dark presence in the hallway. He felt his breath quicken, fear rising in him, though he couldn’t have said what caused it exactly.
:Easy, Jou. Just stay still: Kaiba’s mindvoice had an odd echo to it, as if two people were speaking just slightly out of sync. Maybe he was channelling the Priest, again. :Remain calm and it will not notice you.: There was a mental brush that he was sure was supposed to be soothing, the feeling of a now-familiar hand petting his hair. It actually was more settling than it really should have been.
There was a long moment more of stillness and then the presence was suddenly gone. The CEO still held him where he was for a few more seconds, then stepped further into the hall, gripping the leash close to the collar and pulling him along. Wolf didn’t protest this once, squinting through the dark, standing close enough that he could feel the brush of Kaiba’s sleeve when he breathed in. He was shivering, he realised, shaking like a scared puppy, while the billionaire seemed perfectly calm. Irritated, he breathed in deeply, letting it out slowly, trying to quiet his nervousness.
“You’ll be fine.” Seto murmured, sensing his slave’s fear and automatically trying to soothe it, the same way he had when Mokuba had been young. “It wasn’t interested in you.” It wasn’t interested in him either, yet. Probably intended to take out who it thought was the strongest of them first. Atem, then, and him after that, most likely. Marik and Bakura were untrained, after all, and while Bakura, at least, was certainly powerful, he wouldn’t have been too hard to take down.
Although, come to think of it, it wouldn’t have been surprising for Bakura or Marik to have been behind all this. Marik liked to try to play the puppet-master, after all, and Bakura certainly had background experience in calling up world-destroying beasts he couldn’t handle, and that thing couldn’t have been natural.
Well, it did little good to stand around here while it continued to rampage through the palace. The ruler took a step forward and felt a light tug of resistance on the collar before Jou reluctantly moved to follow him, still obviously uneasy. He stopped to consider a moment, then looped the end of the leash around the statue’s arm, tying it quickly and sending a short mental prayer to the monster to guard him. It was Atem’s monster, but Mahaado had never been one to be picky about who he protected, and the puppy was Atem’s friend too.
“Stay here and behave yourself.” He ordered, before starting off down the hall. It took Jou a moment to respond.
“What? Hey! You can’t just leave-” There was a strangled sound as he obviously reached the end of the leash and Kaiba rolled his eyes, feeling faintly amused. Predictable as ever.
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And everything is out of control. Don't worry, no one's going to die. Well, at least not permanently. Maybe...
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