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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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So, really late this time, sorry. This chapter just didn't want to write, possibly because nothing really important happens in it, and with covering my co-worker's vacation, and helping at the store, and raiding the neighbourhood chokecherry trees, I didn't exactly have tons of time anyways. The good news is next chapter will be on time, since it's like half-written already (^^; sorry...) and I'm planning on hauling the laptop to the store, since I'm gonna be here all week. In unrelated, and well-known news, I really suck at chapter titles.
As for Bakura and Ryou, I only mentioned about his hair, so I suppose I should have put a mirror in there or something, but his mind-body isn't matching up quite right with his physical body at the moment, which means Bakura didn't really realise how beat up he is. And, as a couple reviewers pointed out, Bakura doesn't do the feelings thing anyway. He's probably not going to follow through on his threats.
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The small safe house was almost empty when Kaiba returned with his bundle. Jou lay stretched out on the floor sleeping, right in the most inconvenient spot, a chain leading from his collar to a large eyebolt set into the wall. He had stolen somebody’s jeans, it seemed, a little too wide in the waist and just a bit short in the leg. Kaiba didn’t hesitate to boot him in the ribs as he entered the room, Ryou held over his shoulder, though he didn’t do it hard enough to really hurt him. The blond yelped and darted up out of the way, though, so the intended result was achieved.
“Asshole.” Kaiba ignored the insult, setting the hikari down on the couch. Shizuka hurried past him to the kitchen to get some water. She had panicked when Ryou had stumbled and then suddenly collapsed, and was still upset, despite Kaiba’s insistence that he had probably just been overcome by the heat. It was more likely that Bakura had finally caught up with him, but that might have worried the girl more.
“Who’s that? Are you kidnapping random people now? I might start to get jealous.” The tone was smartassed, of course, but the blond did move over closer.
“Perhaps I’ve grown tired of listening to you yip.” The ruler answered shortly. It wasn’t surprising that Jou didn’t recognize Ryou, really. The choppy hackjob that had been done of his hair, and the colour change, made his face look a little longer, and, surprisingly, older. His fellow ruler, he was certain, was not going to be pleased.
“Well, I’d be pleased to go do it somewhere- Hey, wait, that’s Fox.”
“Use his proper name, Mutt, not your little play titles.”
“I’ll play title you, you…”
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Ryou came back to himself to the sound of heavy smacks and pained yelping. Blinking, he turned his head to the side to find Kaiba kneeling on the floor, Jou stretched out on his stomach with his ass raised over the ruler’s knee. A chain, apparently one the blond had been tied with, had been twisted around his wrists behind his back, and a pair of jeans entangled his lower legs. It didn’t look like they had even been undone before being pulled down. The CEO gave one more hard smack to the bared skin, then just held him in place.
“Anything else to add?” He asked, surprisingly calm.
“Arrogant son of a-” The statement was cut off with another clap of skin on skin, and another yelp.
“I’ll have to have your sister fetch someone’s belt, if you keep this up.” Jou growled furiously, but didn’t answer this time.
“Shizuka.” The brunet called, and there was a startled squeak from just around a doorway.
“Yes, Master Seto?” The girl answered as Ryou slowly sat up, his head feeling like those spankings had landed on it. She stayed out of sight, though, and Jou blushed in embarrassment.
“You were going to bring water and a cloth for Ryou, were you not?” Ryou’s eyes widened and he blushed himself, out of commiseration for the siblings. Jou cast a furious glance back at Kaiba, then tried to squirm free. The ruler let him go, but reached out to grab one leg of the jeans, leaving the slave caught between trying to fight him for them, leaving himself on full display, and diving for cover. Predictably, as Shizuka entered the room with a tray, her eyes kept firmly on the floor, he abandoned the pants and hid behind a chair.
“Fucking asshole.” He hissed.
“Mutt, if you do not improve your language, I will shove a bar of soap so far down your throat I’ll be able to use it for lube.” The comment earned another embarrassed squeak from the younger Jounouchi. Kaiba stood and took a threatening step towards the hiding blond, who simply glared at him a moment before dropping his gaze.
Shizuka set the tray down on the coffee table, trying hard to ignore the commotion. The tray held a large glass of water, a few pills, painkillers, most likely, and a bowl of ice water with a cloth in it. Ryou wasted no time in downing the pills and washing his face and neck. Kaiba had released Wolf from the chain, and the blond had headed out of the room, down the hallway, presumably to get whatever clothing he was permitted.
Ryou was, frankly, stunned. If he had mouthed off to Bakura like Wolf did to Kaiba, he would have wished for a simple spanking and a bit of embarrassment. And even then, the exchange had seemed playful, in that cutting way the two had always had. Almost like some twisted form of foreplay or something.
“Perhaps you or Anzu could try to do something with his hair?” Kaiba said to Shizuka, as if the interaction was nothing out of the ordinary at all. “Bakura will be annoyed enough, without having to deal with that hack job.” The girl nodded and followed the way Wolf had gone, the CEO turning his attention back to the newest prisoner. “What did you do, Ryou, use a kitchen knife?”
“I didn’t cut it.” The hikari protested, blinking back tears. He was most certainly not going to cry over an unimportant little comment. Except that little comment meant he didn’t believe the kidnapping story, and he’d tell Bakura that, and Wolf’s yelps would be nothing on his own.
“Stop that. You look like someone just ran over your puppy.” The CEO huffed, fishing the cloth out of the bowl and wringing it out, handing it to him then. “Is Bakura coming? I’m not putting everyone here at risk just to cart a wayward pet home to his master.” Ryou opened his mouth to protest the title, caught the frigid look in the blue eyes, and dropped his gaze again.
“He said he’d come after dark.” He answered instead.
“You can’t really be planning on just giving him back to them. Do you remember what they’ve already done?” Anzu came down the hall, holding her baby close, Shizuka following after, Jou bringing up the rear, the latter looking more irritated at the kilt he was wearing than his master’s plans.
“And you’d rather I keep him here? With half of Bakura’s soldiers out looking for him, not to mention the thief himself?” The ruler answered, sitting down in the chair that Jou had been hiding behind before. It confused Ryou for a moment, until he realised Anzu thought Bakura was on the enemy’s side. Jou obviously knew, the blond only giving his soulmate an irritated look before perching on the arm of the chair, forcing the billionaire to shift his position a bit. The slave had obviously done it to be a nuisance, but there, again, there was that hint of The Game between them.
“Well, you have to do something. Help him get out of the city and tell Bakura he escaped or something.” Ryou went white at the very thought. That really would get him killed. Or, at least, he’d wish for it before Bakura was through. “God, Kaiba, don’t you have any heart?”
“I would have figured you’d know better than that by now, Anzu.” Ryou twisted to look at the new voice, as Mokuba entered the room. “Seto’s heart belongs to me.” The dark-haired teen considered a moment. “And the puppy, of course.” He continued right through towards the kitchen after the comment.
“‘M not a damned puppy.” Jou huffed, but Ryou found it a bit telling that he didn’t protest the rest of it.
“It doesn’t matter.” The CEO interrupted. “Bakura’s already made plans to retrieve him, and I’m sure he won’t be treated any worse than he usually is.”
“It’s all right, Anzu, really.” Ryou put in. “Bakura’s not really that bad. He does love me.” The woman just gave him a stern look.
“You have battered person syndrome, Ryou. You can’t be expected to think right when it comes to this. You’re with me, aren’t you, Jou?” Ryou just blinked at her, a little stunned. She wasn’t really wrong, of course, but still. He had just grown unused to her bluntness, he supposed. Jou didn’t have a chance to answer, Kaiba hooking an arm around the slave’s waist and pulling him into his lap. There was surprisingly little struggle.
“As I said,” The brunet repeated. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve made the decision, and while you might be the Great Royal Wife, Anzu, that doesn’t count for much beyond the harem. You were called out here to fix up Ryou’s hair, not comment on my plans.”
Anzu gave him an irritated glare, but Kaiba was apparently done talking with her, instead turning his attention to teasing his captive.
“Amina’s the hair dresser.” Anzu pointed out tartly. “I could cut it straight, but you’d probably be better off waiting for her to wake up, if you actually want it to look nice. We wouldn’t want the lord and master to be displeased, would we?”
Kaiba just gave her an irritated look, that she returned stare for stare, before he finally huffed and waved her off. She turned to Ryou then, the harsh look replaced with a worried one.
“You look awful. Someone needs to check all those bruises and cuts.” And she pulled him up, ignoring his yelp of surprise, and dragged him off to the bathroom.
“You should let him go…” Wolf muttered, once Shizuka had excused herself to go back out to the kitchen. He moved to get up, but Kaiba hooked his finger through the choker ring, and Wolf gave up after a moment.
“If I let him go, it would cause a large amount of stress between Bakura and me, which nobody needs right now. If I told Bakura he ran, it would only result in more trouble for him. You saw how terrified he looked at the very idea. The thief will do what he wants with him, and he’ll come out of it with no more than a few welts and tears, which is better than what he’d get running loose.” Wolf just scoffed, turning to look away.
“Asshole.” He muttered.
“I think, Puppy, that I’m going to start taking that as an invitation.”
“Kiss my ass.”
“I could do that too.” It was the deadpan way he said it that caught the blond’s attention, and Wolf stared at the billionaire in pure shock, his mind processing that statement and trying to figure out how it felt about it. There was more than a little disgust, of course, but there was also curiosity, and just a hint of desire. Part of him kept throwing up the appropriate picture, him on his hands and knees, chained in place, with the brunet behind him, tongue pressing deep. His face reddened from the image. Kaiba chuckled.
“You do have the most interesting thoughts, don’t you. I can probably find some chains.”
“Fuck you.” Wolf snapped, trying to struggle up, only to get dragged back down.
“What did I say about invitations, Puppy?” A hand reached to stroke him. “And with your sister in the next room, too…”
“Seto!” He hissed, staring over his shoulder at the doorway and trying to get up again. This time he was allowed to, and he settled at the far end of the couch from the chair.
“Unfortunately, I’ve got other things to do.” The brunet stood. “Don’t feel too disappointed, Puppy. I’ll see to you after we go to bed.”
“See to me!” Wolf’s furious response was almost a squeak. “I don’t need anyone to see to me. I’m quite capable of seeing to myself.”
And of course, he thought, Shizuka would come back into the room, holding a tray with some snacks on it, Mokuba right behind her, just in time to hear the last sentence. Wolf went red, while Mokuba grinned and Shizuka looked clueless.
“Of course you are, Jou. It’s just not quite so much fun that way.” And the younger sibling’s expression shifted to match her brother’s.
“Both of you behave while I’m gone. If you act up, Jou, it’ll be her I punish.” Jou spat something after him, but he just let the door close on it. Stay any longer and he wouldn’t get anything done.
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“We’ll find someone that’ll help you get away, maybe to Canada.”
“I was in America, Anzu. Kura’s not going to just let me go, and I’d only get myself into more trouble if I tried to run. He’s not abusive so long as I behave. Honestly.” It wasn’t the first time he’d said that. In truth, he wasn’t really paying that much attention to her anymore, his eyes on the door, and his thoughts on the firestorm that was coming ever closer.
“He treats you like his toy, Ryou.”
“And Kaiba and Yami don’t treat Jou and Yugi the same?”
She didn’t have a chance to answer that, as the door was brutally shoved open, hard enough to make it bounce off the wall and cause Anzu to jump and yelp in surprise. Ryou only pressed back into the couch nervously a moment, before assuming the proper position on the floor.
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you how to knock?” Bakura actually stopped, blinking in surprise at the woman. The emotion, however, quickly faded.
“No.” He answered shortly. “They didn’t. I was taught how to beat some respect into a bitch who needs it, though.” He took a threatening step towards her, and she paled, but refused to back down. Ryou cringed.
“Bakura, kindly refrain from damaging my property.” Kaiba might have been talking about the door. “Anzu, go help with dinner.” He probably wasn’t, though. She knew that too, glaring at him furiously before she stomped off. Ryou hoped she wasn’t doing the actual cooking. Kaiba’s might end up burned.
“At least it looks decent, I suppose…” Ryou glanced up, confused, then realised Bakura was talking about his hair. Amina had trimmed as little as possible, straightening it up and layering it a little in the back, and it now just brushed the back of his neck.
Ryou flinched back instinctively as Bakura stepped forward and the ring glowed. A surge of… well, the only word he could put to the feeling that ran through him was wrong. The only sign Bakura gave that he noticed was the slight distasteful curl to his lips as he shoved a bag into Ryou’s hands.
“Even this far away, the power’s tainted.” Kaiba muttered irritably. The bag held clothing, soft grey track pants and a bulky dark blue sweater. He put them on quietly, replacing the clothing the rebellion had found for him, folding the cut-off jeans and T-shirt neatly. It was too bad he wouldn’t be able to give them back to them.
“It’s even worse at the palace. Malik avoids wearing the tauk now. I’ll be lucky if his hair doesn’t come out blue or something…” He was eyeing Ryou again, and seemed a bit more pleased now that he was properly clothed.
“Kura?” Ryou ventured, and, after a moment, the thief’s stance shifted a little, relaxing slightly. Ryou was over to him immediately, pressing close.
“Little brat.” The yami muttered, but the tone was fond. “You look like someone used you for a punching bag already.” Ryou tensed slightly, remembering the threat of punishment before.
“As lovely as this reunion is, this is supposed to be a secret alliance.” Kaiba interjected. “I sent the men on an errand, but they could be back any moment.”
“Wait, where’s Jou?” Ryou had just realised that the blond wasn’t hovering behind his soulmate.
“He’s… tied up at the moment. I’ll be sure to tell him you said goodbye.” And Ryou was dragged outside before he could protest further.
He remained silent for a few moments as he followed behind his other half, but then his curiosity got the better of him.
“What’s wrong with the ring?” He could feel the slight taint on the familiar power, almost like a slick of dirty oil.
“The demon’s tainting the shadow magic. The puzzle is the focal point of the millennium items, and without it, they’re vulnerable to outside interference. Its part of how Marik came into existence.” They came to a motorcycle and Bakura handed him the only helmet. Predictable. He didn’t worry much about his own safety, but Ryou was a different matter entirely. It was sweet. Or, well, as sweet as Bakura ever got.
“Is that dangerous?” He really didn’t want Bakura to suddenly turn back to his homicidal Zorc-infected personality. The motorcycle roared to life as Ryou took his place behind his darker half.
:Could be, if it’s allowed to go on too long. It doesn’t help that the thing feeds off negative emotions. Even Maria and Sara are snapping at anyone who looks at them the wrong way.: Ryou just frowned, clinging tightly, and wishing, careful to keep it very private, that he had run. It sounded like he was headed right into the snakepit.
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