• 1-Royalty
• 2-Royalty Ch. 2
• 3-Royalty Ch. 3
• 4-Royalty Ch. 4
• 5-Royalty Ch. 5
• 6-Royalty Ch. 7
• 7-Royalty Ch. 9

Author: Well, here I was checking my reviews on mm.org and I got a
flame! And my first reaction was WTF? And you’ll see why. This is the flame as
quoted:

Rating(s):

Style of Writing: 1 of 10

Spelling & Grammar: 10 of 10

Originality/Creativity: 1 of 10

Enjoyment Factor: 1 of 10

Overall Rating: 1 of 10

Comment/Review:

I AM GOING TO MAKE MY POINT CLEAR!!! YOU CAN MAKE SETO BE GAY I DONT CARE!!!!!
BUT STAY AWAY FROM YAMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This was reviewed by someone named
J-Baby; now I have absolutely no clue what problem does this reader have, if
she’s so insulted by my fic I wonder why she ever
read it in the first place. Then she rates my spelling and grammar 10/10 and
fails me on everything else? I mean, is that only reason why she hates it is
because there’s gonna be a Yami/Ryou pairing and she
doesn’t want Yami gay? I mean, come on! That’s gotbe tbe the worst reason to
rate me 1/10 on everything.

I don’t think I’m obligated
to follow her instructions. I mean, it’s my fic for
heaven’s sake! If she hates my fic so much then don’t
read it, simple as that. I’m doing this for a fanfic
challenge, not for HER SOLE entertainment

I’m planning on requesting
the review removed but I might leave it for Bakura to roast his steak over; but
I don’t know, it IS a pretty pointless review…

Bakura: I like my steak raw
anyways…>)

Author: I know I
know…anyways, when you guys review me, tell me what you think, should I delete
it or should I not? Anyways, I’m so glad to have so much support already.
Please R&R!

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When Ryou awoke his body was wrapped in the soft blankets of his
bed, his arms clinging to a pillow that he thought was Marik seconds before.
His eyes squinted at the dim rays as the sun began its journey from the horizon;
he must have fallen asleep last night. Untangling himself he slipped out of
bed. A set of simple garments were set out for him; a
creamy beige tunic trimmed with gold and red threads, a symbol of royalty, he
was to become the slave of royalty. My
life doesn't seem that bad...I have friends; maybe my life won't be as lonely
as I thought it to be... he pulled off his nightgown and pulled the tunic
over his head. Despite the stiff appearance, the fabric has a pleasing touch to
his skin and it was very comfortable.

He picked up a wrist cuff that was set out with the clothes.
Etched onto it was the royal symbol of the Pharaoh; was he to serve the
Pharaoh?

The steaming water turned light red with blood alik lik sank his
broken body into the tub; the water stung the cuts on his body and his torn
passage throbbed in pain. He whimpered as Marik wiped his back with a cloth.

"Idiot," his elder brother whispered as he cleaned his
injuries, "you should know better than to cover for me when I'm not there to
meet Seto-sama."

"I knew you were helping Ryou adjust...I didn't want to get
you in trouble."

"Even after I upset you?" Marik dipped
the younger Egyptian'sr bar back into the water, letting oil be washed away.

"You were only expressing your opinion. I'm just too
sensitive," Malik smiled up at Marik, "but I still believe in happy
endings."

Marik shook his head in wonder, "You have a very strong soul,
even though you haven't seen the horrors of slavery yet... I still think you
would still be able to crack a smile."

Breakfast was served to Ryou when the sun was fully over the
horizon. He drooled over the vibrant coloured fruits and loaves of bread. He
devoured everything hungrily, having the best meal he's ever tasted in his
whole life. "I can't believe I'm eating food like this," he said to
himself through mouthfuls, "I had never even dreamed of tasting such
wonderful food!" He finished his meal with the clearest water with the
sweetest taste, and then left his room to explore, running headlong into Seto.

Falling back on the floor Ryou scuttled to get back on his knees,
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to...I mean I won't do it again..."

The piercing eyes of the high priest gazed at the young boy, a
dark smile on his features. Such a pathetic creature, yet so obedient,
certainly the Pharaoh would be pleased. "Get up."

Hesitatingly, Ryou got back to his feet, staring at the floor, as
if his slippers were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.

"I see you already are wearing your new attire. Very good; I
just came to inform you that I'll be coming to fetch you at sundown, to meet
your master."

&qMastMaster?" Ryou looked up, "Who-"

"Don't ask questions slave! Just do as you are told!"
Seto snapped before stalking off.

The white haired boy's bright mood was dampened, reminded once
again that he was a slave, a well clothed and well fed, but still a slave.
Lowering his eyes back to the floor he trudged away from his room, into the
vast halls of the palace.

Evening was approaching...and Ryou was lost. In frustration he
kicked a pillar; I wished I left a trail
or something! I need to be back soon! Seto-sama will
probably punish me severely if I'm not back! Dear Ra help
me... Whimpering he huddled on the ground, hoping some sort of sign would
come to him. "Your blood tastes lovely, like the sharp tang of wine,"
a huge hulk of a man leaned over to run his tongue along the boy's stomach,
stretched taut from arching over the boulder.

The boy with the shocking white hair whimpered, his body
convulsing in pain; as Ryou’s eyes adjusted to the dark, he noticed very large
gashes along the pale body, puss oozing out where they were infected, and blood
everywhere else. Vile rose in the young boy’s throat from disgust, but as
revolting the sight, he could not tear his eyes away from the image in front of
him.

“Do you think you will listen to our instructions now, slave?”

“F-fuck you…” the young man heaved out, his voice broken from a
thirsty throat.

Growling in frustration the huge man raised his fist and slammed
it onto his victim’s chest. There was a strangled cry, and a sickening crunch;
Ryou cringed inwardly at the horrific actions, obviously the young slave’s ribs
were broken in places. He could hear the other boy cough, gurgling, and saw a
trickle of blood flowing out of his lips.

“Enough for today,” Ryou shrunk back into the shadows when another
man emerged, “He’ll die if you go too far.”

“Stupid bitch, you think over nine months he would finally break.”

The second man gave a sinister chuckle, “Don’t wish too hard, I
want to keep him for as long we can, he’s a good fuck. I like the wild ones.”

The two men cut the straps that were restraining the boy and
dragging him along the rough ground, they retreated into the dark.

Tiptoeing from his hiding place Ryou quietly followed, scared, but
driven on to find out who his twin was. The silence in the dank halls was
deafening and he jumped when he heard another cry of pain followed by the sound
of iron bars crashing closed.

“Sleep my good whore,” he heard the laughter following that
comment, “we have so many things planned for you.”

Ryou could hear footsteps approaching. Panicking with no where
else to go he pressed himself against the wall, praying to Ra that the two
monsters wouldn’t see him. As they approached the young teen held his breath,
his heart beating in his ears as their footsteps grew louder. As they walked
past he squeezed his eyes shut, certain that even in the dark, they would sense
his presence, and condemn him to the same fate as the other boy. His breath
released in a whoosh when they disappeared, and he thanked the gods for his
good fortune.

Hurrying down the halls he came into another small chamber; at the
end was a cell, barred by rusted iron stakes. He edged slowly towards it, as the
light of the two torches didn’t offer too much assistance. When he was within a
foot, two hands shot out from the bars and in an instant, Ryou was caught in
the stranglehold of the prisoner.

“Let me out,” came the hoarse whisper, “or I will cut off your air
until blood squeezes from your eyes and your heart explodes!”

Ryou whimpered, his hands grabbing at the bloody arm that pressed
against his airway, “I’m…n-not…I’m n-not…them…!”

“What…?!” the arms released their hold
and Ryou crumpled to the ground in relief, breathing heavily. “Who are you?”

“M-my name i-is Ryou,” the boy
stammered, “I’m…a slave…from t-the palace.”

“Step into the light damnit,” the other
cursed, “I can’t see a bloody thing. In fact, bring a torch over here.”

Ryou scrambled to grab the nearest torch. Bringing it over he slid it into a holder beside the cell. Sitting on the
ground inside the prison was the young man who was his twin that was tortured
earlier.

“Damn…I wasted all my energy on the wrong person…” the boy mumbled
before looking up, “fuck…are you my conscience?”

“H-huh?” Ryou dropped onto the floor in front of
him.

“Don’t give me that shit…you look exactly like me.”

“Bakura...my
lover...he looks almost exactly like you…”

Bakura!

“Are you…Bakura?” Ryou asked.

“What in hell? How do you know my name?” the boy coughed, his
throat too parched to produce so much sound.

“I told you,” Ryou whispered, “I’m a slave from the palace…I got
lost and…ended up here. And-”

“Well get out damnit. If they find you
you’re good as dead, someone as weak as you.”

“I’m not weak!” Ryou snapped.

A deep chuckle echoed in his ears, “No…you’re not…just
innocent….So how do you know my name?”

“Marik…he…”

With a pained gasp, Bakura grasped the bars and leaned forward,
“Marik! Is he alright?”

Ryou winced at the sight of the other slave’s face. His lips were
split in many places and were bleeding. A large cut ran diagonally from his
forehead to his left cheek; a yellow substance was foaming around it. Both eyes
were bloodshot, as if someone deliberately rubbed dirt into them to irritate
the sensitive nerves. Those were just the major injuries, there were many other
cuts and bruises lining his features, framed by his blood and mud matted hair.

“M-Marik’s alright,” Ryou tried not to stare, feeling like hurling
up his breakfast again, “he…misses you a lot though…”

There was a smile on Bakura’s cracked lips; they bled more,
tearing as he smiled, but he didn’t notice, “That fool…he should have moved
on…”

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Author: I was writing…writing…writing…til I realized that I wrote
too much so I had to cut it off here…damn… I was hoping to get to the real
point of the fic by now…but what’s a good fic without an intro? Eheheheh…
><

Bakura: I actually like how you made me this time…

Author: Good…anyways, please R&R! I PROMISE to get to the
point in the next chapter!

……

Ryou: Maybe I could use that flamer for marshmallows if Bakura
isn’t going to use it…