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Gypsies and Theives	By : Rochelle Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gypsies and Thieves
I�ve changed Yugi�s age because it occurred to me that in order to get him to an age where I�m comfortable with him having (consensual) sex, Atemu would have to be 22 and that�s just�inconvenient for me. He�s now five years younger than Atemu (who is 17, almost 18) making him 13. I�m still a little squicked, but I�ll adjust.

Atemu: 17

Sethos: 19

Badru: 26

Ata Zahur: 13

Kek: 22
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Chapter One

Thieves Band

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Ten Years Since The gifts

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Atemu blinked blurry eyed and tried desperately to not fall asleep. Pegasus, Keith, and Isis were talking about the rash of killings going on around the kingdom.
Pegasus was acting as his advisor for the time being and Keith was in command of all of Egypt�s armies and thus was very important to this meeting. Isis was in contact with the gods and could tell them which ways the winds were blowing. In the end if they were to attack or not would fall to her, as the words of Keith and Pegasus would be ignored if the gods did not wish for action.
A man calling him Niu, claiming to be the King of Thieves, was leading a band of sand pirates around and slaughtering the army. They suspected he worked for one of their allies who intended to take over.
This was all well and good but, to be honest, Atemu didn�t care. If they were really in the way they should just kill the lot of them and be done with it. He didn�t understand the point of meeting about it. He�d rather be back in his quarters, sleeping the day away.
But alas, after this he had to meet with his tutors and suffer through his lessons.
He slumped over in his chair. He was sitting at the head of the table, which was scattered with maps and pieces of parchment. Slaves were standing next to their respective owners, eyes cast to the ground, as they waited for orders.
He titled his head to the side and looked over at Ata who was seated among a collection of thick, silk covered pillows. His eyes were half-opened half-closed and his lips parted to let out light snores. He really was the prettiest thing Atemu had ever laid eyes on. He had received the younger boy on his last birthday as the final decree of his mother. She had made it before she had fallen ill and it was being carried out now, per her instructions.
He was both glad for the gift and saddened. This was the last thing she had wanted done before slipping into the state she was in now. That meant there was truly nothing left of her for him in this world. She was gone, even if her body lived.
She had chosen his companion with her usual knowledge, skill, and grace. He was, quite honestly, perfect in Atemu�s eyes.
When he was awake he had the widest, most sweet lilac eyes, usually framed in thick black kohl. His bangs were a golden color, like Atemu�s own, and the rest of his hair was red that eventually ran into black. When loose it hung down in thick waves but when he left Atemu�s quarters it was always bound into a series of braids, interweaved with golden thread. His skin was pale and delicate, rarely touched by Ra�s fingers. The only thing that marred his flesh were strange symbols, done in irremovable black ink, over his fingers, arms, back and stomach.
He was dressed in traditional consorts garb, consisting of an elaborate white silk vest. It was soft and light, nearly transparent, and had the symbols of the pharaoh stitched in golden thread. The vest had two ivory buttons, usually only done up when he wasn�t in the company of his master. A soft white leather skirt, short enough that bending over could be an embarrassing affair, and equally soft leather sandals completed the outfit. He was also adorned with jewelry: a golden chain necklace, a small hoop of gold through his right nipple, rings, bangles made of ivory and ebony, as well as two golden ear cuffs. His skin held the scent of the fragment oils he had rubbed into his skin everyday and his lips had a slightly reddish-tint, while a light dusting of red went across his eyelids.
�Atemu.� A sharp hiss in his ear. He turned, startled, to stare into the amused blue eyes of his future priest. Sethos tilted his head to the side, indicating the council. �Priestess Isis asked you a question.�
Isis was the current High Priestess and her father was High Priest. When Atemu officially took the throne her father would give up the title and Isis and Sethos would marry. Isis� brother, Malik, was training to be Tomb Keeper for Atemu and, though the prince had heard much about him from his sister, he�d never actually met the boy.
He thought it was strange. This boy would spend his life and afterlife in his tomb, watching over his spirit and body, making sure to keep them safe. Shouldn�t he at least meet the other before he died? How could he ask someone to dedicate their lives to him if they�d never come face to face?
�Ceist(1)?� Atemu blinked then looked over at Badru for help. �Faoi(2)?�
His guard, and most loyal friend, smiled wryly then stepped forward and, with a slight bow of respect, spoke. His voice was a deep baritone and heavily accented and had, more than once, soothed the fitful prince to sleep in their youth. Badru had been keeping watch over him since he�d left his home and was scarcely away from him.
�Prince Atemu sees no reason to believe that one of our allies is trying to take the throne from him. Rome has been our ally for many pharaohs, as have the lands across the sands.� Sethos nodded his agreement. �Gaeland respects your army and does not believe in tactics such as the one this band has exhibited. China has given no indication they want us for anymore than trade and protection for the Mongols. Their emperor is even going so far as to send his son to speak with Atemu about strengthening ties. We think he means to offer his daughters hand.�
Pegasus looked alarmed. �The emperor�s daughter? I thought you had already decided to marry Lady Tenaha upon your eighteenth celebration.�
�Prince Atemu thinks it would be wise to make bonds stronger with the other kingdoms. China is, thus far, our weakest alliance and a marriage between Atemu and their ruler�s daughter would surely change that.� Badru said while clasping his hands behind his back.
Atemu had to fight to smother his grin while Sethos put a hand to his mouth and coughed loudly to cover a snort. This happened a all of the time: Badru would shock someone with his diplomatic knowledge learned from Ata, Sethos would lay a trained shoulder flat on his behind with a few choice moves Badru taught him, and Ata would startle people with his surprising fierce protectiveness picked up from Sethos.
You�d think that, at least, the council would be used to startling behavior from his future council, but they looked startled every time.
This was why Atemu�s mother had picked these three. She�d known, somehow, that they would be perfect accents to not only him, but to each other.
Sadly his council would never be complete the way his mother had intended. His cousin, Kek, had been killed two years ago. The murderers had never been caught and part of Atemu ached at the knowledge. Someone had dared to attack his family yet he was able to do nothing to avenge the wrong. His mother would have wept to know her nephew had been murdered, for she had been fond of the boy and the thought of his mother sad hurt him.
Not as much as the thought of her in constant pain, but he knew there was nothing he could do for her in that respect except pray to Ra for a swift end to her pain.
�That�s what Prince Atemu thinks is it?� Keith�s raspy voice broke him out of his thoughts.
Badru�s slight smile instantly vanished and Atemu sat up straight. Sethos twitched in readiness. Badru trusted no one outside of the three of them and had, Atemu was a little embarrassed to admit, run Keith�s second in command Dartz through with a sword for making a comment about his strange appearance. Atemu didn�t know why his guard was so�dark on the inside, twisted almost, but he�d been told more than once that he was very naïve.
Mostly by Sethos. The priest got this sad glassy look in eyes whenever Atemu tried to speculate on the shadow inside of their friend, before shrugging. Once he had said, in a pained whispery voice, that people were often cruel to those who were different and that Badru had simply been too used to honorable battles when he came here. Those who were not used to dishonor and blackness were often made into victims.
Atemu hadn�t understood. He didn�t understand how Badru could be made into anyone�s victim. He was a fierce fighter and none of the other guards were able to match him for skill, agility, strength, or the desire to win. He was tall, towering over even Sethos, and built well, with green-tinted blond hair that fell to his shoulders. It was a mixture of braids, threaded through with beads from Badru�s native land: Gaeland, and straight pieces of different lengths. (3) His eyes were always as cold and unfeeling as stones; skin marred with scars from battles, and then there was his strangest feature.
His eyes, usually kept hidden beneath his hair, were larger than that of most people, and swept up to end in strange points. He was dressed simply, unlike some of the other warriors of his ranking. A gray tunic, with a heavy black belt that held his sword, and black leggings and black boots were all he ever wore, alone with a black covering for his eyes when the wind was fierce. When they gathered for the council he wore a necklace, golden, with a red stone set in it. That, along with an earring that held Atemu�s mark and his sword, were the only possessions Badru seemed to care for.
Victim was simply a role he couldn�t see Badru in. Sethos had smiled at him and told him how naïve he could be when it suited him before telling him to let it weigh on his mind.
If he tried to coax Badru into explaining his behavior he just got a dark smile before being told to grab up his sword and to be in the training yard so the Celt could beat him senseless.
Which he did every damn time.
Badru seemed to distrust men more than women, loathing being alone with any other than them for any amount of time. He�d always been reluctant to leave Atemu for bed, seeming almost afraid to go back to the warrior quarters. Atemu had realized eventually that Badru was severely disliked both for his strange appearance, high station, and skill. He�d demanded his guard have suitable quarters in the same hall as him, away from the other warriors.
He�d made up a story about wanting his personal guard close to him but sometimes he thought Sethos and Badru saw right through him.
�Yes that is what I think.� Atemu said. He reached out and touched Badru�s hand and, though the Celt grimaced at the touch, he visibly relaxed his tensed stance. �Badru would have not spoken if he didn�t know what I intended. He is no fool.�
Keith snorted then let his eyes travel over Badru slowly. Again the Celt went rigid and Atemu could feel it under his fingertips. Why was Keith so eager to die?
�I should have spoken of this sooner,� Pegasus said with sympathy dripping from his words. Atemu would not have been surprised to see puddles forming at his feet. �We have reason to suspect Niu�s band is the same one that attacked the Chaos Mage and killed your cousin.�
Atemu blinked slowly, hand falling away from Badru. �What? What are these reasons?�
�Keith captured a member of the band and was able to extract information from him before executing him for crimes against the throne.� Pegasus said while Keith nodded along. �He told us of the raid. They were after the Chaos Mage�s book of magic and-�
�You executed someone without consulting me?� Atemu was on his feet and glaring at the man who�d served his father. �What if I had desired to speak to him and hear his words for myself? What if I wanted him tortured or thought he would serve Badru well in target practice?�
Badru snorted softly but was otherwise silent. Sethos rose as well and made his way for Ata. He shook the tiny consort awake and helped him to his feet. Most were not permitted to touch the consort but Atemu made special allowances for Sethos and Badru.
�I�m sorry my Prince.� Pegasus stood and made a show of bowing his apology. �I hadn�t thought you would kill. From now on all thieves shall be brought to your presence to question as you will.�
Atemu nodded. Already the anger was draining away. �Good. Keep your men out and listening for more news Keith. When we have some foresight into the actions we shall speak again.�
Keith nodded and, with a wink at Badru who went pale, left the room. Pegasus stood as well and motioned for his slave, a silent boy with green eyes and white hair to follow. Atemu remembered him from years ago and couldn�t help but recall how fire and rage had once danced in his eyes.
Now all that lingered there was sorrow and pain. Pegasus had broken another one of his toys. Any day now he�d simply be tossed aside to be used by the warriors as they saw fit. He�d probably be dead within a week of being discarded. It was sad but that was how Pegasus chose to do things.
Isis bowed and offered Sethos a small smile before sweeping out after them. Sethos kept a stoic face until she was safely out of the meeting room. Then he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
�I don�t like her.�
�You�re going to marry her.�
�I�m aware.� Sethos glowered at Badru who just shrugged. �And I will. And we will have children, as I am commanded to do. But I don�t like her. I don�t wish to marry her.�
�Because you are already married to your work.� Atemu teased gently while reaching out and taking Ata by the hand. The boy smiled up at him, eyes bright, and then followed him out of the room. He missed Sethos and Badru exchanging bemused looks.
�You think he torments me so on purpose?�
Badru, in a rare display of affection, clapped Sethos on the back. �No mo cara, I don�t think he does. Atemu is neither cruel enough or smart enough for such behavior.�
Sethos chuckled before nodding. �This is true.�
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The man snorted then waved his hand over the glass orb. It seemed to fill with purplish clouds before going black. He stood and looked around his tent. It was made of dark purple fabric and contained all of his possessions in the world. Books, his staff, the orb, and his bed.
He didn�t have much but he�d never really needed much. His kind never did.
He swept out his tent and looked up at the night sky. The stars winked at him sinisterly and he shivered, pulling his robes tighter around him.
�Problem mage?�
He turned, slightly startled, as the man who called his name all but melted out of the shadows. With anyone else the shadows would whisper of the man�s presence but not this one. The shadows loved each other them equally and wouldn�t take sides.
It was good they were allies.
�The stars are unhappy this night. They mean to bring the downfall of Egypt.� He reached up, pushing down the dark purple wrap he wore. His hair was the color of the sky and whipped around his face when a gust of wind blew. �Things are coming Marik. The time is near.�
�Huh.� The sandy haired man snorted darkly. �I still think you should simply kill the little pharaoh while he sleeps with all of that magic of yours. You keep saying he will fall into corruption and bring about our downfall, but you protect him.�
He shrugged. �He�s family Marik. I have to try and save him.� Marik just shook his head so he rolled his eyes. �And if we fail I�ll let you gut him.�
�Aww. You always say the sweetest things Mage.� Marik batted his eyes playfully and sidled up neck to him with a mischievous smirk.
�He better not.� A gruff growl floated over from the campfire. �Make no mistake Mage, Marik is mine. I don�t care how much the Shadows think you should fuck.�
He snorted and wound an arm around Marik before steering him towards their leader. A bright red wrap obscured the man�s face, but cool red eyes took in their every movement almost suspiciously. Marik twisted away finally and all but bounced over to him. He sat down and leaned against his lover, smirking playfully.
�But we can�t very well disobey the shadows forever love. Maybe, if you were to�oversee things it�d be okay.�
A snowy white eyebrow arched. �Oversee?�
Marik purred while nuzzling him. �Uh hu.�
�I suppose that would be acceptable.�
�Perverts.� He turned away from the scene to smile broadly at his blond apprentice. He was Roman like him, though he was from Troy and not Athens, and had proven to be quite the user of magic. He was sitting with two other members of their band, one brunette and the other with emerald colored eyes. (6)
�Don�t you have meditation to attend to apprentice?�
Amber eyes rolled in annoyance but the boy rose and slunk over to the tent they shared. He vanished inside. He snorted then turned back to what he�d been focused on before.
They were both on their feet and walking away from the fire. �Don�t just stand there Mage. Marik and I won�t wait all night.�
�You know I have a potion that could make it possible to go all night.� He said mildly while following them towards their tent, which was situated at the very edge of camp. It was always this way. He slept on the inside while they slept on the outside. (Unless of course they were sleeping together.) The other, less trusted members, slept between them where they could be easily contained and put down should the need ever arise.
And he knew that eventually it would.
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1. Gaelic: Question?

2. Gaelic: About?

3. Think Jack Sparrow.

4. Gaelic: My Friend

5. Gaelic, I feel I should explain, will be the language of magic in this story. (Well, that, Latin, and a language my cousin invented for a novel she�s writing.) Beyond that it�s Badru�s native language. Sethos, Atemu, and Ata have knowledge of it because Badru thought it wise to teach them, just in case.

6. Jou, Honda, and Otogi. They don�t have names yet which is why I don�t mention them by them.

Next Chapter: On fan fiction: A young man is caught stealing and Pegasus sentences him to be used by the soldiers, along with a certain green-eyed albino. Badru is just a tiny bit too traumatized to be amused. Anywhere else: All of that, plus the sex scene I was alluding to.

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