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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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I had this written out, so I decided to put it up now… And I decided to put replies at the top this time, to explain things.
Cosmic Tomato – I guess I should have put a note about that, too, as I will agree that it does seem strange at the start. But he does have his reasons, as he explains to Yugi in this chapter. Technically, in Egypt, the Pharaoh wouldn’t usually punish someone himself. He’d have someone else to do it for him.

And with Zorc gone, it’s not unreasonable to think that Bakura might not be quite so crazy as he was in the series. Bakura in this fanfic has actually changed a fair bit. He’s still an ass with an unhealthy fondness for pain, but he’s less inclined to take his habits too far.
Don’t worry. The one thing I insist upon, even in an evil Yami fic, is that he stills cares for Yugi.
Tavi – Ha. Was just writing this when I got the notice for your review. And, yes, he’s kinda over his head with all of them. I think he’s become a little overconfident that he’s managed to avoid Yami for so long. I think I forgot to mention it, but timewise, it’s been a little over a year since Yami started his conquest.

Umm, three chapters in two days, actually. And I actually started this Friday night. I just wasn’t sure until yesterday whether I’d put it up or not, since I should really be working on my other fic, Shadow Rising.
And, I’m not really sure how. Just a gift, I guess. It just flows. Until I hit a block, that is.
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Wolf moaned as he came to, feeling disoriented. Kaiba had been strangling him, right? Had he killed him, then? Was this Hell? It certainly wasn’t Heaven. It was far too dark and dirty, like a prison… Oh. They must have locked him back up. But why was he naked? And chained too, he noted as he sat up, his wrists held in a pair of heavy cuffs connected to each other and to a heavy chain that was bolted into the floor, his ankles likewise restrained with another chain. Neither chain had enough length for him to reach the bars. Guess the bastard wanted to make sure he wasn’t getting out a second time.
“About time you woke up.” Wolf moved his head a little to look toward the source of the voice, seeing Kaiba just outside the bars, the lights having been turned back on. The brunet was leaning against the bars of the cell across from him. Wolf glared, his throat too sore to speak, and instinctively shifted his legs to hide himself. Yeah, he might be naked and chained in a cell at the mercy of his worst enemy, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to give him a free show.
The injuries he had inflicted on the CEO had obviously been cleaned and bandaged, he noted, and the trenchcoat was gone. Idly, he wondered if he would bother trying to repair it, or if he’d just get a new one. The black shirt was skin tight, outlining the brunet’s lean muscle.
He was kind of handsome, he thought to himself, blinking slowly. When he wasn’t being such a stuck up prick, that was. And why was he thinking that, anyway? He was quite straight. He had never even given Fox a second glance, and God knows he was almost as pretty as a girl.
“Done staring? I know I’ve changed, but surely not that much. Or did you miss me?”
“Like I’d miss a migraine.” Wolf answered. “And you haven’t changed. You’re the same arrogant prick you always were. And apparently that icicle up your ass hasn’t melted at all either.” Kaiba’s eyes narrowed.
“We’ll see who ends up with what up their ass.” He answered. “I’d take you upstairs now, but the slaves are still putting your new ‘home’ together. I’m sure you’ll love it.”
“Seto…” Wolf turned his head to look at the new voice, seeing Mokuba appear. The boy must have hit a growth spurt, he thought absently. He looked taller. He looked surprised to see him, too.
“Jou! I was worried you had been…” He trailed off, shrugging uncomfortably.
“Mokuba?” Kaiba interrupted.
“Oh, Marik sent me to find you. He wants to talk about something.” Kaiba sighed.
“Probably wants the rod again.” He muttered, moving to leave. “Don’t let him out, or go in. He killed one of the guards already.” Mokuba turned to stare at Wolf incredulously.
“You killed someone?” Wolf just shrugged, pretending he didn’t care. After a moment, the dark-haired boy headed after his brother, and the lights were again turned off. Wolf curled up to face the door, and eventually dozed off again.
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Prince scrambled back when he was set down, looking up at Bakura nervously. They were in a small room, what looked like an office. A few doors led to other rooms, and a familiar voice came from one of them, though he couldn’t quite place it.
“Master Bakura?” Prince looked over at the voice, seeing a girl stepping out from behind one of the doors. She smiled prettily at him, but he merely frowned back.
“His royal pain-in-my-ass wants his toy cleaned up.” The demon eyed Prince, considering, then cast another spell. Prince resisted the urge to jerk back, blinking as the ring’s glow faded. He couldn’t sense anything different, and wondered what he had done.
“Take care of his hair too. The dye should wash out easily enough.” Prince winced. Now, even if he did get loose, he’d have to deal with the lookalike status, again.
“Sure. I can do that while the doctor’s in the other room.”
“This way, Brat. And you had better behave, or I might ‘forget’ the promise I made to Atem.” Prince shivered, but immediately stilled himself. He could take his ‘promise’ and shove it. He wasn’t Yugi anymore. Wasn’t the frightened little hikari who had needed his yami’s help for everything. Betrayal had made him strong, suffering and fighting had made him tough and clever. He was the Black Prince now, the bane of the Pharaoh’s existence, and he wasn’t going to be cowed so easily, even by Bakura.
Bakura raised a brow at the sudden change, amused. Like yami, like hikari, he thought, dragging Prince after him. For a moment, despite the hair, he had almost thought he had been seeing the Pharaoh again, back when he had first seen him in this time, in the battle for the puzzle. Was Ryou changed so much as well?
Bah. Most likely his little wimp was as weak and frightened as ever.
“Sit.” He snapped irritably, pushing the slave down into a barber chair. Prince didn’t bother fighting as the girl proceeded to wash and cut his hair back into its original style.
He looked toward one of the mirrors in the room, afterwards, while he was waiting for this doctor, for whatever reason. Bakura had disappeared somewhere, but had made sure he was cuffed securely into the chair beforehand.
It was shocking. How had he never noticed it before? Even with the different hair colour and style, it should have been obvious. Staring back at him from the mirror was a near exact replica of the Pharaoh’s face.
Yes, his skin was still a different shade, though, since he spent so much time outside nowadays, not as much as before, and his eyes, admittedly, didn’t hold the same arrogant cast as the other’s, were still a little softer, but, otherwise… He saw Bakura appear in the doorway and tore his gaze away from the mirror, shuddering.
They were two of a pair, after all, he told himself. Of course, as he started to get older, he would look more like his darker half. That didn’t mean he was like him in other ways, right?
“Quite the little surprise, I see.” Bakura chuckled evilly, Prince trying to ignore him. “Before long even you two won’t know yourselves apart.” Prince shuddered. No, it wouldn’t… He’d never be like that.
:Never!: He repeated, not really noticing that he had sent it, anger and hatred radiating through the link.
:Aibou?: Prince blinked, shocked. He had let the shield down again? Why did he keep doing that? He had always kept it up before he had been caught, so much so that it had actually become an effort to remove it.
:Perhaps your heart knows there is no need, even if your mind won’t admit it.: His cheek tingled, as if a hand had brushed softly against it. Prince jerked his head away, firmly closing the shield again and forcing himself to concentrate on holding it closed.
“Here. Take these.” Two red-orange pills were held out in front of him. Prince blinked at them, then gave Bakura a look.
“You don’t really expect me to trust you.” The Tomb Raider smirked evilly.
“You can take them, or I’ll give you a beating that will have you screaming loud enough for Ryou to hear you, and then shove them down your throat.” Prince stared at him a moment, debating, but decided that the bastard probably would, too. Figuring that they wouldn’t kill him, at least, since he doubted the Pharaoh would allow it, yet, he obediently swallowed the pills.
“Good boy.” Bakura said, mockingly. Prince just glared, as Bakura stepped out of the room again.
The rebel looked up at a sound a few minutes later, blinking sleepily. Was he seeing double? It looked like Marik stood in the doorway, but… No. One of them wore the millennium torque, and the other didn’t.
“Malik.” He murmured. “We… worried…” Then he closed his eyes and was asleep.
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Prince’s body might have been tricked into thinking it was exhausted, but his mind, it seemed, wasn’t, since he awoke, a few seconds later, in his soul room.
He hadn’t been here since before they had fled from Japan, and the room was nothing like he remembered. Back then it had been bright and cheery, toys and games scattering the floor. Now, it looked more like a dungeon, the walls made of dark brick and the light dim. A couple toys still lay on the floor, but they were broken, smashed beyond even a guess as to what they had been.
“I wanted to keep you innocent.” He didn’t turn at the voice. There was only one other person who could get in here.
“Sure could have fooled me.” Where the Pharaoh’s voice was soft, his was sharp, sounding unusually loud in the dank room.
Arms pulled him into a warm hug, but he didn’t respond, didn’t move to step away, or cuddle closer. He might as well have been a statue. He felt the sigh more than heard it.
“Aibou…”
“Don’t. Don’t call me that. I’m not your partner. I’m your prisoner, remember?” There was a moment of silence, then the arms released him, the Pharaoh’s hands moving to rest on his shoulders instead.
“Perhaps. But that’s by your own choice.” A mirror appeared suddenly in front of them. Prince stared at it, shivering. He was taller, now, so that the Pharaoh had to move slightly to the side to look around him, though the Spirit was still a bit taller than him. It appeared that the elder had grown a little too, and Prince wondered at that. Admittedly, he had died at only eighteen, but shouldn’t he have stopped growing after that? Not that it mattered anyways.
“I wonder why I didn’t notice that before.” The Spirit mused. Prince blinked at the mirror again, noticing the other’s thoughtful expression. Suddenly furious, he broke away, making the mirror vanish. Stupid Pharaoh, summoning up things in his soul room. And why was he even in here anyways?
“Get out!” Prince snapped, turning to glare at him. Yami just watched him, the beginning of irritation showing in his eyes.
“You’ve got too much control here, I think.” He murmured after a moment, reaching out to grip Prince’s arm. Ignoring the sputtered protests, he dragged his smaller copy out of the room. Once they were in the hall, he made a gesture and the door to the room swung shut. Prince stared.
“Did you just lock me out of my soul room?” He asked, shocked.
“Yes.”
“You can’t do that.” He snapped indignantly. “It’s… It’s… Well, you just can’t.”
“But I just did. Aibou.” The Spirit smirked arrogantly and Prince fumed. “You’re quite welcome in my soul room, though.”
“I’d rather visit Bakura’s.” He muttered, yelping as he was suddenly dragged through the Pharaoh’s door.
“I could arrange that.” The elder murmured coolly, letting him go again once they were inside. The door closed, and Prince looked back at it, worriedly.
“You’re going to be asleep for a while, so you might as well get comfortable. Bakura must have overdosed you.” Yeah, right. Like he was going to be comfortable in… Prince looked around and blinked.
The room had changed. It was still done in the Escher style, but where before it had been dark and cold, now the room was lit by a bright light, the air warm and lightly scented with some variety that, for some reason, instantly made him think of the desert by the Nile. The simple grey stone of before had been changed as well, to a gleaming white marble, and in the center of the room, which had been empty before, the floor had moved to dip down into a large hollow, lined with an assortment of pillows and cushions.
“Quite a change, isn’t it?” Prince blinked, looking over at the yami, scowling at the obviously amused gaze.
“Big deal.” He answered. “You redecorated.” The Pharaoh only chuckled, coming over. Prince shifted uneasily, but refused to show his nervousness by backing away.
“Don’t be so sharp-tongued, Aibou. It doesn’t suit you.” Yami murmured, wrapping a surprisingly strong arm around his waist and pulling him close.
“I can decide what suits me well enough myself.” He answered, trying to push away. The elder’s other hand came up to tangle in his hair, though, and he suddenly found soft lips pressed to his.
Prince blinked, too shocked to decide what to do. An insistent tongue traced the seam of his mouth and his body responded automatically, his lips parting to allow the muscle passage. At that, though, his mind finally kicked in, and he roughly pushed away, taking a few quick steps back, eyes wide.
“Y-You kissed me.” He croaked.
“I’ll do more than that, given the chance.” Yami answered, then chuckled at the blush that crossed his hikari’s face. Well, he wasn’t entirely corrupted, it seemed. He’d have to remember to forbid Bakura from actually taking him, then. The Thief would be far too harsh for Yugi’s first time.
“Well, you won’t. Not with my consent, at least.” Yami sighed. He would really have to do something about Yugi’s new attitude.
“Beware, Hikari, before you earn a second night with Bakura.”
“Why don’t you just hand me around to everyone? I’m not a damned toy, Pharaoh.”
“You’d be a lot easier to handle if you were. And I wouldn’t ‘hand you around’. I told you you were being punished.”
“By being given to an insane psychopath to ‘play’ with.”
“Bakura is not insane, though I’ll concede the psychopath part. I would be grateful, if I were you. I could have given you to Marik. Now he’s insane. Or punished you myself. I haven’t had much practice, though, and I accidentally killed the last person. Bakura, however, is very good at what he does. And it keeps him happy.”
Prince just stared. He wasn’t sure what part to be more shocked about. The fact that the bastard obviously felt no shame at just handing him over to be tortured to keep Bakura happy, that he was defending the Tomb Raider, or that he’d admitted there was something he wasn’t perfect at.
“You… arrogant, self-centered… It’s no wonder everyone’s always trying to kill you.”
“Watch your tongue, Little One.” Yami’s voice had taken on that dangerous tone, the one that meant he was getting seriously pissed off and was, just barely, holding himself back from something he might regret later. If Prince had been feeling a bit more rational himself, he most likely would have caught the warning and backed off, quickly. But it seemed the Pharaoh had started to have much the same effect on him as Kaiba did on Wolf, sending all his common sense flying out the window. Or, whatever the equivalent was here.
“Or what? Are you going to mind crush me? Or maybe send me off to the shadow realm, like your new friends would?”
Actually, the Pharaoh had just been about to do just that. He could easily set Mahaado and Mana to watch him. Circumspectly, of course. Not many monsters would go up against them. And, if it came to it, the God monsters would willingly come to his hikari’s defence as well.
Prince stepped back nervously as the eye appeared and the puzzle began to glow, immediately realising that he had gone too far. And it was way too late to try to smooth things over now.
Luckily, though, something caught the Spirit’s attention. Giving Prince a glance that promised he’d deal with him later, Yami disappeared. Prince dropped to his knees, thanking whatever God had been watching out for him.
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There. I hope that clears up at least some of the Bakura issue. There will be more fleshing out later, too.
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