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The Pale Savior	By : SasatheShy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Three: The Lord of Tranquility

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   “Get some sleep boy. You look worn out, and the ride ahead is going to be a long one.”

   Seth’s generous offer made Yuugi feel secure as he rode inside the fabulous carriage across the desert, hitting few bumps here and there. He could not possibly sleep, however, too excited by the passing wasteland. It was an adventure he was on. One accidental adventure which led him far from a place he never again would force himself to think about.

   Beyond the barrier where he once slaved was a world of new. Yuugi observed the barred land, his peek of interest capturing sight of a herd of camels grazing along the sandy floor. A mother milked her calf, whose ears twitched hearing the rackety sounds of the carriage’s large wheels. The adorable, fluffy white calf’s perked ears and floppy gums made Yuugi smile comfortably. And from above, he saw that amazing sparrow hawk flying overhead, keeping in pace with the carriage’s speed. Watching it made him feel partially, if not almost fully free.

   The man called Seth remained firmly seated, and did not seem bothered by Yuugi’s childlike, marveled enthusiasm. Quite the contrary, he was fascinated that the short Pale Face peered out that window, looking on as if he’d never before seen a camel. Perhaps it was so? “Enjoying the sightseeing?”

   Seth’s sudden question drummed in Yuugi’s ears. He immediately sat back, fearing discipline. “I -- I’m sorry.”

   “Don’t be,” Seth said, uncrossing his arms to stretch. “It’s perfectly normal to be curious of unfamiliar things.”

   “It is?”

   Chuckling, Seth nodded. Though he spoke with Yuugi in a respectable manner, he never once smiled. “Tell me boy, how long did you slave away for at that vile place?”

   Yuugi thought it through, taking his time, mostly because hearing ‘vile’ pass the Dark Face’s lips confused him. “A very long time. I was sold over as a child, taken from my family.”

   “Hmm.” Seth re-crossed his arms. He went quiet, knowing the boy was staring at him, and he could not help but make his muscles tense in an effort to see if he could scare the boy. Successful was he when Yuugi went to look away, and Seth knew what Yuugi had been wanting. “You wish to ask me some questions?” Turning his head, he saw that the slave was shaking, and he regretted acting out of character. “Go on. I’m all ears.”

   With permission granted, Yuugi placed his hands on his lap, wondering how to start. “I just…”

   “Go on,” urged Seth. “Do not be afraid. Ask anything you wish. I’m sure your questions are appropriate.”

   Glancing up at the very tall Dark Face, Yuugi could see the honesty written in those endearing blue eyes, and knowing asking would not get him into trouble, he ever so carefully turned just enough to face the man, eager to learn what he could about Atemu, and the entitlement he had as Lord. “I was just wondering what Atemu is…”

   “Lord Atemu,” Seth corrected.

   “Sorry,” Yuugi said, nearly squeaking. “Well, I was wondering if you could tell me what Lord Atemu is like?”

   Tapping his fingers against the shiny bracelet situated perfectly at his bicep, Seth arched his neck to the left. “Lord Atemu is an obnoxious, witty, selfish prince who loves having his way, and would seek to obtain whatever that may be in whatever way possible.”

   Pouting, Yuugi slouched back in his seat.

   “But,” Seth continued, “He is also very loyal, caring, and takes well care of those he loves. His people, his friends, and even his slaves. That is why he is the Lord of Tranquility. He finds peace beautiful.”

   That Yuugi had not expected to hear. He was far more curious now, sitting up as he looked back up at Seth. “How can he be those things? He’s a Lord. Aren’t all Lords cruel and heartless?”

   “Cruel?” Seth flashed a stunned glance. “Do I seem cruel and heartless to you, boy?”

   “What do you mean?” asked Yuugi, not understanding.

   Chuckling lowly, Seth held his head high. “You happen to be sitting in the presence of a Lord.”

   Embarrassed, Yuugi’s eyes bulged like a fly’s as he nervously scooted back. “Y -- you?” As Seth, indeed a Lord, gave a single nod, Yuugi hurried to bow his head. He was ashamed for speaking out of place. “I -- I’m sorry, I did not know.”

   “I know three of the five Lords, boy, and though I do not know how two operate, I can assure you that Lord Atemu was not given the title Lord of Tranquility for nothing. Still, no matter how he is you must remember your place. You are a slave, a gift for my Lord. And what he decides to do with you will be seen to the moment the task is assigned. Is that clear?”

   “Yes, Lord Seth.”

   Knowing his future master’s traits and flaws made Yuugi even more nervous than before. Though the Lord sounded miraculous, the truth would only show itself the second Yuugi was presented by Lord Seth.

   Shifting in the leathery cushion, Yuugi came up with one more question. “How long until we get there?”

   “We’ll be there by tomorrow morning.”

   “Tomorrow morning?” Yuugi gaped, and peeked outside. The sun was still out, though it was beginning to set. “That long?”

   “If you sleep, we will be there in the blink of an eye.”

   Yuugi supposed Seth made a valid point. Time always passed like lightening when one slept. Still, half of Yuugi was wide awake, eager to learn more about Atemu, and where he was being taken, and what the slaves there were like. The other half, to his disappointment, began overtaking the excited one. His body relaxed against the cushiony padding beneath his bottom, it much more comfortable than the hard sand-infested floor back at that awful village. The tire in his drooping, purple eyes showed, and in seconds, Yuugi snoozed away, having the greatest rest he’d had in years.

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   A gentle shake to his shoulder forced Yuugi to fade from slumber. He groaned some. His eyes fluttered tiredly, expecting to find Katsuya or Ryou standing over him, hurriedly dressing with frightful expressions, telling him it was time to shake a leg for a day of hard labor and fright. However, a gentler face greeted his tiresome own, and in seconds, his energy kicked on when he saw Seth motioning for him to sit up, and be ready to follow orders.

   “We’re here, boy.”

   Swiftly Yuugi turned his body, adjusting his eyes to the magnificent sight before him. The carriage pulled along a large, smoothly-paved road of clay which led to an opening of grand, golden steps. Those steps led to the entrance of a fairytale palace fit for a King, or in the case of its design, a Pharaoh. Mighty obelisks carved with symbols held steady large balconies above, connected with the base of the round palace. It had many windows aligned with colorful drapes of blue and maroon. There were large statues of feline creatures, and exotic decorative plants.

   It was all so brilliant, but Yuugi found the best part of all to be the Pale Face servants. All wore similar, clean white linen, not at all suggesting their low status. Some watered the plants, others flapped dusty rugs, and a particular young lady even paused to pet a small Sphinx cat basking in the sunlight. They had to be slaves, but they were few and clean, and not one of them looked miserable. They walked around the Dark Face guards and regulars, talking without fear, fitting in with the beautiful scenery.

   Yuugi was impressed, and also puzzled. Were they actual slaves? All of them took a break from their work to watch the carriage pull up to the golden steps.

   “Listen to me well,” said Seth, smoothing out his robe. “When we step out, you will keep behind me, and follow me directly to Lord Atemu’s throne chamber. When we get there, you will wait outside until Atemu orders for me to bring you in. Do you understand?”

   “Y -- yes, Lord Seth,” Yuugi stuttered, unable to control his building nerves. In minutes time, he would meet with the second of Five Lords, and he had no clue how to present his image when the time came for introductions. He was not so distressed around Lord Seth, but he was certain that was because the man was so fair, and would not be the one to own him.

   Feeling he could ask Seth how to go about this, he tried to do so, but was cut off when Seth ushered him out of the carriage. The sparrow hawk, Horus, flew to land on his master’s shoulder once they were outside. The smooth pavement was hot against the soles of Yuugi’s feet. He nearly found himself bouncing like one who accidentally stepped on hot coals. He was thankful once he trailed behind Seth into the shaded palace.

   Breathtaking! The palace was simply breathtaking. Yuugi followed through its massiveness, twisting through its many corridors, passing by dozens upon dozens of rooms. There was a large kitchen. He could smell a sweet, stomach-churning scent going by.

   Along the many hallways skittered mixed breeds of Sphinx and Egyptian Mau cats freely going where they pleased. Yuugi was stunned, for there seemed to be more cats than people within the interior of the palace. He did best not to trip over any while hustling to keep up with Seth’s long, crane-like strides. Strangely enough, he realized he had seen much more outside, included with them a large herd, it seemed, of sparrow hawks all smaller than the one resting on Seth’s shoulder. It was very strange.

   Shortly, Yuugi stopped, nearly crashing into Seth from behind for the Lord had halted rather unexpectedly.

   “Here we are,” said Seth.

   Blinking, Yuugi stared up at two large doors. The moisture on his lips turned dry, and his vision blurred as the trumpeting of his heart immediately increased. “The Lord is behind there?”

   “Yes.” Seth faced Yuugi. “Wait here.” And he disappeared behind the doors.

   Left alone, Yuugi slowly pushed against the wall, steadying himself. Waiting seemed easy enough.

   “Gods,” Yuugi sighed, taking a deep breath. “Please let him be as Seth described.”

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   The mighty Lord of Tranquility was exactly how Seth described.

   Handsome Lord Atemu sat upon his throne, dressed in a fine white shirt and shenti with a light blue sash and deep purple cloak. He wore jeweled rings, a breathtaking handmade necklace, and golden earrings. Soft brown-padded shoes covered his feet. He had a rich attire, but his gentle face hardly matched with the design of his title. Resting on the arm of his throne was a scroll he indulged himself with while a large, beautiful black Sphinx lay on his lap, resting its copper eyes. The Lord kept very still, only becoming aware when he heard one of the two large doors straight ahead open with a loud creak.

   In walked his loyal assistant, Seth. The sight of the healer had Atemu on his feet in seconds. The scroll fell from his hand, and unrolled down the steps and across the floor. The large Sphinx cat meowed angrily when he toppled off of Atemu’s lap, only to plop down elsewhere.

   “Sorry Magic,” said Atemu as he hurried down a few small steps that led up to the throne. “Seth! You’ve returned.”

   He watched as Seth bowed before him. He was used to being served by the other Lord, for the two have known each other long before their given titles. And Seth, being Atemu’s cousin, always made it his duty to serve and protect his younger blood.

   “I have,” Seth said.

   “Well?” Atemu rubbed his hands together. “Where is it? Where’s the Puzzle?” But the motionless impression given told Atemu what he did not request. “Seth?”

   “My Lord Atemu, I am sorry, but we could not find the Puzzle. It was nowhere near where we saw the flash of light.”

   Shaking his head, Atemu took a step back. “Impossible. It had to be there, Seth. I sensed it. I saw it!”

   “Perhaps,” Seth started cautiously, “It was just a shared dream.”

   “It was no dream!” Growling out of frustration, Atemu turned his back on the other, ashamed in Seth, for having not found the Puzzle, and in his self for yelling at his dear cousin. “I saw the light, Seth. It was the very light, the very same that did this to me. It was real, and I know that the Puzzle is again out there. I am the Lord in charge of it. I can feel it.”

   “We searched the entire village, and every person there. But a guard working there told me one slave had been sold off.”

   “Find him,” Atemu urged, facing Seth again.

   “That task may be impossible,” said Seth, knowing his Lord’s impatience was rising. “They do not know where the slave was taken.”

   “Then search high and low!” Atemu ordered. “Send my troops all across the land, warn and search the other available Lords. The Puzzle belongs in my hands.”

   With the mission clear, Seth had to obey. He bowed lowly, nodding. “Very well, my Lord. It shall be done. But before I do so, may I present to you a gift for returning empty-handed?”

   The Lord’s head raised, his interest showing. “A gift?”

   “A slave from the village,” Seth answered. “Just outside.”

   Rubbing his forehead, Atemu sighed, thinking over Seth’s strategy. Atemu had little servants. Only a selected few were assigned certain tasks around his palace, depending on their skills and performances. He had a few who cooked, one who made the clothes, the nurse, Anzu, and a few here and there to keep the place tidy. Most of them were women, and though many of them were lovely, and some having been prostitutes in the past, Lord Atemu shared his bed with none of them. Only one was an exception. However, Salihah was no servant. She was a beautiful Dark Face Atemu had acquainted only a year ago. She was the only one with the honor of pleasing him sexually. Besides Salihah, he had a deep, deep secret.

   Lord Atemu was attracted to men.

   The Lord shrugged. “I have many slaves already. What possible reason do you have for bringing me another?”

   “Believe me, my Lord, this young man will not disappoint.”

   Young man? Did Seth just declare that the slave was male? Now interested, Atemu quirked his head some, seeing a devilish smirk grace Seth’s lips. A rare sight to be witnessed, and one that had the Lord keen on meeting the young man.

   “Very well. Bring him in.”

   Bowing, Seth turned on his heel and momentarily left the room. Atemu sighed. He fixed his back on the doors as he thought of the Puzzle. Where could it possibly be? Wherever it was, Atemu believed it to be in the hands of the person Atemu referred to as the savior, and all he had to do was find this so-called savior. If the Puzzle was not in the village, than it had to of been traveled outside of the village. But where to? The Lord knew he had no choice but to remain calm, and pray that the light again showed itself soon.

   “My Lord, this is the boy.”

   Taking a deep breath, Atemu erased the Puzzle from his mind as he turned to greet the Pale Face.

   Any honorable reaction that would make for a perfect first welcome stood no chance as Lord Atemu stared dumbfounded at the sweet boy standing just some inches shorter than he. The boy greeted him with frightened purple bug eyes, with a perplexed essence similar to the Lord’s. Filthy and bony, the boy wore nothing but a rag for a shenti. His hair, those tri-colored strands, were greatly similar to Atemu’s own, the difference being in the length and gravity-defying attributes of his bangs. The boy’s were smaller, with a single bang dangling between his eyes, unlike the large, lightening bolt bang shooting up the Lord’s hair. The boy’s overall appearance read adorable. Lord Atemu was entranced by this boy.

   “You’re quite generous, aren’t you Seth?” Atemu hummed. A smile overtook him, a sign for the healer that he was satisfied.

   “I am glad you are pleased.”

   So, this was Lord Atemu? Yuugi could hardly believe it. The man, remarkably handsome, was young and not at all scary to look at. Those deep, crimson eyes were the only aspect the Lord had which seemed capable of becoming strongly emotional, and possibly bitter. Otherwise, Yuugi was not as afraid as he had been without knowing the face, and his jitteriness eased down.

   “Now leave Seth,” said Atemu, briefly removing his gaze from the lovely boy. “And attend to your duty. You know what to do.”

   Wait! What? Seth was leaving? Suddenly, Yuugi did not feel too well, not liking the idea of being left in the hands of the Lord. He wanted to beg Seth to stay, or go with him on his assignment. But he could do nothing as Seth followed the Lord’s orders. He bowed, then disappeared behind the heavy doors, leaving Yuugi alone with the noble Lord.

   All alone.

   Yuugi could feel those powerful crimson spheres on him, magically forcing his stiff head to lift. The two locked gazes, the Lord’s filled with captivation, Yuugi’s own with distress. Why was the Lord just staring at him like that? Why did everything become so still and silent? Yuugi almost felt compelled to say something, him believing he was being tested, and if he failed to execute the awkward moment perfectly then the Lord would send him straight back to that hellhole. Well, if that be the case, at least he’d see Katsuya again.

   Suddenly, the Lord shifted. Yuugi was amazed he had not jumped as the Lord calmly kneeled before him, resting on a single knee. Yuugi trembled uncontrollably, and was certain the Lord sensed his sorrow. The Lord, with a heart made of purity, gave Yuugi a warm smile before giving an unexpected demand.

   “Tell me your name.”

   The composed tone took Yuugi for a loop, and his shock showed. For a second, he forgot who he was, unable to shake off the gentleness the Lord was throwing out at him. But he soon found his voice. “Y -- Yuugi.”

   “Yuugi,” the Lord breathed, taking in the boy’s favorable name. Approving of the name with a nod, he stood and smiled. “Well Yuugi, I am Lord Atemu, and I wish to welcome you to my home.”

   Atemu stamped Yuugi’s official lease with open arms, motioning to the safe and sound walls of golden marble and stone. A miracle, was what it was. Yuugi could hardly believe his blessing, and the Lord’s overly generous hospitality. Still, an inner part of his soul warned him that Atemu was still a Lord, and that he should keep alert.

   “You quiver like a stray weed in the wind.” Atemu reached his eager right hand out, gently grazing the tips of his fingers atop the boy’s dirty shoulder. His speech and touch worked to soothe the Pale Face, if possible, but even he froze a little, anticipated by just how appealing the shorter male was. “Such soft skin, but you’re filthy.” He circled Yuugi, taking in every little feature the Pale Face cutie had to offer. “That we can take care of. You also have this nasty cut on your lip. I’ll have Anzu take a look at it, and --” pausing, the Lord noticed those working hands, blistered and peeled. He gently raised them, examining them closely, “-- Your hands…”

   A troubled emotion clogged Yuugi’s mind, him still as a statue while the Lord picked and probed at the defects he had no control over. Yuugi was not used to anyone, let alone a Dark Face, to be so interested in his physical stature. Not only that, but the Lord’s roaming, caring hands, and close-up body forced a joyous spark to build up inside of him.

   For the first time in his life, Yuugi felt equal, and he was loving it.

   “How did you obtain such painful wounds, Yuugi?” The Lord’s question, though startling, did not trouble Yuugi.

   “From doing what was asked of me,” Yuugi answered.

   “I see,” said Atemu, acting worried. “Such as?”

   Yuugi bowed his head slightly. “I did lots of work. Whatever they asked of me.”

   The young slave was fair, and from what Atemu could see, terribly scarred, both physically and mentally. He’d fix that.

   “Well, do not worry Yuugi, you are safe here. I shall assign you your tasks later, but right now, let’s take care of those wounds, amongst other things.” He cupped his hand around Yuugi’s wrist, gently tugging for him to follow. “Come with me.”

   With no other choice, Yuugi wondered what the Lord had in mind when he had said, ‘Amongst other things.’ Yuugi felt slightly worried, yet also a bit curious as they left the throne room and entered the tight, expanding hallways. He was led in the same direction from where he first came with Seth just minutes ago. He followed alongside the Lord, able to keep up as they came upon a young female Pale Face sponging away a smudge on the floor.

   “Stand,” Atemu ordered. His slave obeyed. “Please find and inform Kimi to bring her measuring string to my personal chambers.”

   Bowing, the young servant girl raced off, and Yuugi, not sure what to think, continued following the Lord down to where they passed the kitchen, and soon down a very wide hallway leading into an open room with four empty beds. The only person in the room was a lovely Pale Face with bright blue eyes and shoulder-length brown hair, wearing a soft pink dress with a white sash around her waist. She sat on a tiny stool, organizing small tubes filled with different herbs, looking rather important for a Pale Face.

   “Anzu,” said Atemu. “I’ve brought you a patient.”

   The woman named Anzu glanced up, and when she saw who her patient was, she tilted her head. She was aware by her Lord’s smile that this young man was important. “Have a seat.”

   Atemu motioned for Yuugi to sit on one of the beds. He obliged. The comfort the bed gave was relaxing. Anzu scooted in front of him. Not only was he impressed by her beauty that could overmatch those of a female Dark Face, but she spoke with Atemu not as a servant, but as a friend.

   “Where’d he come from?” she asked, hinting the flush on her Lord’s cheeks.

   “A gift from Seth,” said he, crossing his arms. “His name is Yuugi, and he came from a not too orderly village, which is why I want you to give him a full examination.”

   “No problem,” Anzu said, smiling as she introduced herself to Yuugi. “I’m Anzu. I am Seth’s assistant, and the palace’s only well-taught nurse. Don’t worry, okay? I’m going to check your breathing, and clean up your wounds.”

   Anzu was nice, and Yuugi couldn’t help but smile weakly at her. He gave a short nod, forgetting about the Lord while he watched Anzu prepare for the examination. She soaked a silk cloth in some warm water, then gently began cleaning the cut on Yuugi’s bottom lip. When she started on his hands, she winced.

   “Pretty bad,” she said worriedly, but she kept going as Atemu watched where he stood.

   She mumbled, going about Yuugi’s condition as if she’d seen it time and time again. She knew exactly which gooey concoction to grab, and gently dipped a clean cloth into the green, herby substance, warning Yuugi that it would sting a little before gently dabbing his cut and blisters. Yuugi winced, but he remained still. He never knew any two people could be so kind, and the attention given to him was satisfyingly accepted.

   Smiling, Anzu pulled back. “There we are.” She tossed the cloth into a tiny brown basket, then stood and placed her nurturing hands against Yuugi, one in front, and the other on his shoulder. “Lay back.”

   Yuugi soon had his back against the comfortable bedding. Staring up at the two, he flustered greatly as he felt Anzu’s hands press into his chest and stomach. Her fingers were cool, and tickled his skin, causing him to shiver. She asked for him to inhale and exhale as she felt around different spots, including over his heart.

   “All done,” Anzu said.

   “How is he?” Atemu asked as Yuugi sat up.

   “Surprisingly well,” replied the nurse. She took her seat again, scooting over to the desk. “However, he is a tad dehydrated. I would get some water and food into his system, but do not allow him to drink or eat too much too fast.”

   “Said and done,” Atemu proclaimed. Anything to make the young Pale Face one hundred percent healthy. “Thank you, Anzu.”

   Anzu nodded and she gave Yuugi a friendly wink. “It’ll be a pleasure caring for you, Yuugi.”

   Bright red in the face, Yuugi felt the Lord tug on him. The Lord did not seem to take Anzu’s teasing light-heartily. “No flirting with the newcomer.” And he led Yuugi off, hearing Anzu giggle softly once they departed.

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   With his arms spread like an eagle’s wings, Yuugi remained perfectly still as a large woman measured him from head to toe. It was an awkward feeling, at most, but it was reassuring to know that he would soon have his very own selection of clothes. He glanced at Atemu, who stood before them with a wide smile on his face.

   “Blue is his color, I think,” Atemu confidently affirmed. “Will you have at least one outfit made for him by morning?”

   “Yes, my Lord,” the woman said after measuring Yuugi’s waist. She had nothing to write his sizes on, but her memory was sharp, for she’d done this many times before. To her, sewing was a cinch.

   “Good.” Atemu smiled at Yuugi. “How are you feeling?”

   “F -- fine,” he replied softly. “Thank you.”

   Finished, the woman rolled up the long white string and set it in a pocket of her dress. She bowed to Atemu before. “I have all the measurements I need. I shall get to work right away.”

   Reaching forward, Atemu gently took Yuugi’s blistered hand. “Excellent. Thank you, Kimi. We will not be in your way. Now then, there is one last thing for us to do before dinner, Yuugi. Let us head for my bedroom.”

--

   After leaving Kimi to her work, Yuugi was brought before Lord Atemu’s private chambers, a hallway of rooms, many of which were empty. In this section of the palace was the Lord’s very bedroom. When they entered, bewildered Yuugi took in the extravagant bed. Large and like an ocean pool, it shimmered with blue sheets, silky and smooth. Lord Atemu slept in that every night, though it seemed capable of fitting at least four grown men. Yuugi’s conscious screamed at him to run and jump on it, and see what it’d be like to play royalty for a change. The little voice in his head had been ignored, of course. Yuugi would not mess up. He had already declared, since meeting Anzu, that he’d be on his best behavior for the tranquil Lord. A large dresser made of fine wood, a writing desk, and a fine table with dining chairs also acquainted the spacious zone.

   Steam slid out from behind a long, thick curtain, twirling like thin mist in the air. Yuugi eyed it suspiciously, not sure what to make of it. He had never seen steam before, and so thought that it was very thin smoke. Behind him, Atemu leaned over and pushed aside the curtain to reveal a single room connected to the bedroom. The smoke, to Yuugi’s amazement, came from a large amount of water in a half-circle cutout in the floor. He’d never seen anything like it, and so took a cautious step closer.

   “What is it?” he asked adorably, peering strongly at the golden tile.

   The Lord chuckled. “It is a tub. It is here that I wash myself to keep clean.”

   Yuugi was in awe! He’s heard of tubs by Katsuya, but this was his first time seeing one. “That’s a tub?”

   “Yes,” Atemu said. “With fresh water, just for you.”

   “For me?”

   Atemu chuckled louder. “But of course, Yuugi. I don’t want you to stay filthy.”

   It was then that the tub’s meaning hit Yuugi like a ton of bricks. His eyes bulged, and for the first time that day, he struck up a true conversation with the Lord, though an odd one at that, as his true self began to shine right through him. He pointed down at the tub, gaping. “You mean I -- I have to get in that!”

   “That is the plan,” Atemu said.

   Now, Yuugi had once talked with Katsuya and Ryo about someday having a true bath, and had once itched for the day when he’d get a real one. However, now as he stared down into the floor, eyeing the steamy water, and seeing that it was about as deep as four puddles put together, he was not so sure anymore. It looked dangerous. “But…”

   Atemu saw that Yuugi was afraid of the water, and he understood. “Do not worry, Yuugi. It is perfectly safe, and I will be right here to help you.”

   Right there, indeed. The Lord’s often prideful decorum had become possessed by an inner, anxious rush of voluptuous delight. How grateful he was that Seth had found little Yuugi, and how honored he felt knowing that from that point onward, Yuugi was his servant. His to command, and, to his hope, his to someday taste. But he would hide his secretive lust for the time being. At that moment, he was ready to simply enjoy seeing what awaited his future cravings under that loose white material.

   “Let’s get this off,” he motioned softly at the fabric draped around Yuugi’s frail waist. To his liking, his slave did not seem shy, still transfixed on the tub, and so Atemu slowly brought his hands to that small waist to cup the linen and lower it.

   A deliciously small, round cherry rump greeted the aching Lord. The two butt-cheeks looked soft to the touch, and Atemu struggled to control the animal within him. His groin burned with want at first sight, and he did best to not drool. He could not touch, he knew. Not yet, anyway. Not until after he gained Yuugi’s trust.

   With difficulty, he managed to strain his eyes off of Yuugi’s beautiful body. “Get into the water, Yuugi.”

   Yuugi, not at all knowing that a hunter stood behind him, armed and dangerous, cautiously took that first step into the tub. The water was quite warm. He nearly yelped, but bravely ventured those last few steps. He made some unknown noises, adjusting to the water’s temperature, and the extreme rush of being in an actual bath. Feeling safe, he sat on the lowest step, and shortly after he smiled, then sighed softly. It was wonderful. His body soaked up the water like a sponge, happily accepting that clean feeling. His mind eased and he leaned back some, almost forgetting about the Lord standing behind him, watching him.

   Living a life as a Lord’s servant may not be that bad, Yuugi concluded. His wounds no longer hurt, he’d have clothes of his own, and baths every night, he was certain. And he would be getting food and drink. Surely of delicacies that would be new and exotic to him.

   At that moment, Yuugi thanked the Gods for sparing his life. He thanked them for Lord Seth’s strength, and Lord Atemu’s kindness.

   Finally, he was free. Free and happy.

   But he was not the only giddy one. Leaving the room, the Lord of Tranquility sat upon his bed, and he laughed as he fell back. He moaned, picturing the image of that young beauty in his royal bath. The greatest gift any Lord could possibly ask for.

   “Yuugi,” said he, sighing happily. “Make yourself right at home. You belong to me now, and I will never let you go.”

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Lord Atemu is introduced. Haven’t read this chapter in so long. Having started this piece over a year and a half ago, I hoped to have corrected any mistakes made.
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