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A Slave for Who?	By : hachi-miitsu Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I am in no way making money off of this Yu-gi-oh portrayal or the characters and settings therein. If I was well, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. Ha...So it follows that I don't own the Yu-gi-oh fandom either...that would be Kazuki Takahashi.

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Chapter Four
"R-Ryou…?"
The one holding his friend shouldered his way in, out of the downpour. Yugi squeaked as he was driven back, Atem's hands shooting out to catch his small shoulders. The prince eyed their intruder with disdain, his irritation finding its target on the snowy-tressed guy who set his cargo down and shrugged off his soaking jacket. Without preamble, the dark messenger coiled his body then shook himself out like a dog.
The other two males threw up their hands as sheets of water slapped against the entryway. When the deluge stopped the smallest bit his lip, fearing the stillness of his sickly looking friend.
"What happened to him?" Yugi yanked himself out of Atem's hold and bent down beside the ghastly pale form.
Dark crimson eyes flicked over to regard the boy, hostility glittering there as his jaw locked. "We got out", he croaked. Yugi tore his eyes away from Ryou and met the other boy's feral gaze. They widened with recognition a moment later.
"You must be…Bakura."
"And you must be the bastard that left him alone", Bakura snarled. Atem took a step forward.
"Watch how you speak to him", the prince warned with a rumbling growl. Predictably, he was ignored.
"I…I didn't mean to Bakura. I'm so so—"
"You should be", he snapped. "You have no idea what he's been through."
Yugi's face grim, he nodded. "You're right. I don't. Let's get him", he pointed to Ryou, "taken care of first though. Then…please tell me."
Sullen, Bakura acquiesced to the logic as he gathered the small boy in his arms and followed Yugi upstairs to the guest room.
Atem eyed the staircase with contempt, scratching at his spikey crown. "Tea", he deadpanned. "Tea sounds good."
He plodded into the kitchen.
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Bakura's eyes never left the piping liquid that swirled in his teacup, fingers dancing over the rim so that his hands would have something to do. A small towel was draped around his neck now and with his burden safely tucked away in a warm bed, the human thief allowed exhaustion to wash over him completely. He'd refused the change of clothes offered, too prideful to take charity. He was left in his leather pants and black ripped t-shirt, appearing as fierce as he felt.
That sharp-as-steel attitude was tempered however by what Yugi had seen; the boy kneeling to press a tender kiss into Ryou's hair. Most of it was an illusion meant for his younger twin's protection. Most of it…Yugi almost smiled at the thought.
Now the trio sat, hunched over watered down tea, the spaghetti dinner thoroughly forgotten as a storm raged quietly within, and made itself known outside. The taller pair were bristling at one another like a couple of alpha males but Bakura needed answers at that moment more than he needed a machismo face-off.
"Why'd you leave him alone like that Yugi? Why?" Bakura's voice was hard with accusation that stabbed at the smaller boy like glass. Yugi's reply caught in his throat, cheap words not enough. No apology would ever be enough.
"It wasn't his fault", Atem snapped, incredulous. He turned to his replica. "It's not", he stated in a firm tone. "I bought you. I took you away. Whatever went on in that terrible place after you left is not your fault."
"Then why did this little shit have to go and build Ryou's hopes up huh? Why'd he make a promise he couldn't keep?!"
"I'd caution that tongue if I were you." Yugi's eyes widened as Atem set his cup down. "Before you lose it. Yugi has seen fit to take you in. You'd do well to remember that and show him the courtesy he deserves."
Bakura curled his lip. "I'll remember, oh prince", he spat. He'd seen this little fucker, Egypt's heir, on television a couple of times in passing. He had been right in thinking he was a high born snob. Instant hatred festered between the two as he snapped, "I promise not to piss on your rugs."
"Please", Yugi squeaked. "Stop this you two."
"But Yugi—"
"Master", the smaller echo screeched. "Stop! He's right. It's my fault. My fault! Please, just let me…let me handle this." Yugi's fingers laced, turning white with how hard he was squeezing them together in his lap.
Atem rubbed his mouth with a scowl then, after cutting a warning glare at the other male, rose languidly to his feet and made to pad into the kitchen to busy himself. "I'll let you two talk then. Aibou", Yugi gave him a furtive glance and teethed his underlip as his brow scrunched like he wanted to cry. "I love you."
A shiver raced through the younger boy's body as he acknowledged that curse with a nod. "Thank you", he whispered. Atem inclined his head then disappeared into the other room.
Bakura's eyes narrowed. "Are you sure it's wise to leave yourself so…unguarded with me?"
Yugi's jaw locked. "Anyone related to Ryou can't be all bad, now can he?" The bitter joke was lost, a lone droplet blazing a trail down Yugi's cheek as he remembered how the pale boy looked, caged right alongside him.
Bakura's face softened.
"He talked about you…so much…", Bakura choked, his voice becoming tight and mirroring the strained control he was using to keep his temper in check. "You little brat", he yelled, slamming the cup down on the table between them and fisting a shaking hand in his hair. "You could have just left him alone! But you… and I…" His other bony hand clenched and unclenched as Bakura stared down at it in wonder, like it belonged to someone else.
Yugi was lost in his own castigation however, and the blame he let himself feel was far worse a punishment than some stranger could lay out. He knew what he'd done. He could have put up a fuss if he'd wanted to. But he hadn't because he'd felt morbidly content in The Compound. Ryou hadn't but the child so desperately wanted to. He loathed their position as naught but animals and was too sick to do anything about it.
"He…he talked about you too", Yugi whispered, more tears leaking from his burning eyes. "I-I feel like I already know you Bak—"
"No."
Yugi flinched as Bakura rose to his feet. "You know nothing about me. And I wish you'd never met my little brother."
The small boy's head bowed, almost wishing the same as Bakura's footsteps faded upstairs. It was only then he realized, that Bakura had yet to tell him a thing.
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"Who in the name of Ra is that Aibou?" Atem padded into the living room again and reclaimed his previous spot beside the smaller boy.
Yugi didn't bother answering as he buried his face in his hands to keep a stranglehold on his last shred of composure. "Oh, Ryou..."
He should have fought his purchase…the pale boy was already—
"Aibou?"
The softer reflection sighed as he dragged weary purple orbs up.
"We…", Yugi's lips trembled. "Master, please get him help."
"I will little one. I will." Atem took hold of his wrists and drew them down to rest on the boy's knees while the prince knelt between his slave's parted legs. "But right now I need you to talk to me. I want to understand."
Yugi swallowed. "He was…" Tears welled as his lip trembled, remembering Ryou's fragility and gentle, unassuming nature. "He was my…only friend in The Compound." The smaller boy allowed himself to take comfort in the way Atem coasted comforting hands up and down his thighs.
"Tell me."
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Pegasus clapped his hands to get everyone's attention in the greenhouse. Exotic plants and lush grass sprawled out around them, teasing the senses with pleasant colors and smells and textures. Fountains were strategically sprinkled throughout the area with a large wading pool of cool, clear water right in the middle. It would have been beautiful, if the heavy iron lattice that stretched high above didn't so overtly remind the occupants of what this place really was—a gilded cage.
Yes, it would have been a stunning place. But they knew better.
He beamed at the ghostly faces that turned to stare at him, some with a spark of hostility left, most with tired resignation to their fates. All beautiful. "Hello my precious poopsies! We have a new addition today. Be kind to him now, okay?"
Yugi trudged forward, bearing his leather collar and wrist restraints like fine jewelry. The clothes he wore were no better than used rags, but at least they were clean. His eyes wandered around the gathered collection of boys; all stunning in their own way before pausing as they caught a particularly pale profile.
The boy blushed and looked away, snowy locks trembling as his body shook. Yugi smiled and, when Pegasus finally released him to strut over to the tea table set in the corner, made his way through the lush thicket to kneel on his haunches by the teen's side.
"Hey", Yugi chirped.
The other boy didn't look at him as he drew his knees against his chest and stared pointedly off to the side. Yugi twisted his lips.
"Hey", he repeated. "I'm Yugi. What's your name?"
Chocolate eyes flicked over to regard him briefly before returning to their position. Yugi scowled, a cute pucker to his lips as he got up and plopped on the other side where the white-haired boy was staring off into space.
This time their eyes locked and stayed that way for a while, Yugi's defiant and the other boy's…scared.
"What's wrong?"
"Y…" He coughed a little, shaking his head. Startled, Yugi clapped him on the back gently. "You shouldn't get too close to me", he gasped, brown eyes tearing up as his expression drew taut with pain. He shrugged off Yugi's hand.
"Do you have a cold?"
He shook his head, snowy hair cascading over one shoulder. "I-I've always been this way. Weak", he muttered bitterly.
"…why don't you want me to get too close?"
Ryou trembled then scooted a little away again. "Just trust me."
Yugi fell silent, biting his lower lip.
"Ohh look", a voice suddenly sneered. "What have we here?"
Purple eyes widened as a shadow fell over the two seated figures. There, looming above him was the most beautiful face he'd ever seen. The harsh masculinity was present though, made ugly by the expression marring his features. Blue hair was cropped in such a way that you wouldn't be able to tell the guy's sex at a distance.
Yugi saw Ryou shift in his peripheral, crooking his legs as his fingers curled into fists.
"Dartz, go away", he wheezed, shuttering another cough as he glared at the grass around the other boy's naked feet.
The blue haired androgyn fisted Ryou's collar and yanked him sharply to his feet. Yugi shot up like a light too, looking frantically around for help. Pegasus was too busy reveling in the garden's perfection to be bothered and the guards in white scrubs stood at the exit with crossed arms and leers.
Leers….they didn't care.
Dartz shook Ryou a little, the smaller boy gasping as his toes skimmed the ground. "L-let g—"
He coughed, his entire body jerking from the spasms that rocked through his chest.
"Stop it", Yugi cried. On a sudden burst of adrenaline, he rammed his heel on top of Dartz's foot.
With a shriek, the taller boy dropped Ryou and clutched at his wound, finally drawing Pegasus's attention. Yugi caught the frail boy to his chest and eased him to the ground as fists clenched in his clothes while Ryou gasped desperately through a fresh fit of body wracking hacks.
"What's going on here?"
The burly security lumbered forward while Yugi hugged Ryou to him, purple eyes defiant as his jaw locked and tears pricked at his eyes.
"We didn't do anything!"
"Nonsense", the silver-haired man sighed. "Now, don't be giving me any trouble Yugi. I want your stay here to be as…painless as possible."
"But that guy—!"
"Enough", Pegasus roared, quelling all surrounding murmurs into crisp silence. He palmed his face, making a visible effort to smooth the creases of his frown as he motioned to the guards with his other hand. Yugi yelped, still clutching Ryou tight as they were dragged away. The last thing he saw over his shoulder was Dartz's smirk as Pegasus knelt down on one knee to examine his swollen foot.
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The two boys were tossed in a confinement cell, smaller than any room in The Compound but just as dismal. Instead of the walls being illuminated by track lights, they were submerged in true black. There was no bed in here.
Yugi made quick work of finding the nearest flat surface and pulled Ryou along with him. He propped his back up against it then guided Ryou to rest against him, white hair tickling his nose as Ryou's cheek nuzzled into his shoulder. They shivered like that in the cold, damp room, Yugi's rasps finally settling as he busied himself with his charge.
Small hands came up and rubbed soothing patterns up and down Ryou's back until his rattling breath eased into a subtle wheeze, punctuated by the occasional cough.
"Th-thank you", he whispered after a while. "But I w-warned you not to—"
"What the heck was that guy's problem", Yugi fumed.
"He's been here the longest out of all of us. He hates me the most because..." Ryou paused to draw in a few ragged pants. "Because...when auction time comes around, I get more bids than he does now."
Bids? Auctions?? Dread tickled deep in his stomach at the thought and the purple-eyed boy gulped audibly.
"D-don't worry Yugi. It's not...as bas as it...sounds. People just come...sometimes...to watch us."
Yugi tensed and flexed his arms around the white-haired teen as his body rocked with the sounds of sickness. Sweat was starting to bead on his pale skin despite the temperature in the room.
"Shhh. Don't talk. Save your breath." Ryou curled his hands in Yugi's shirt as he clung to him and the purple eyed boy felt his chest clench when wet spots dotted the side of his neck.
"You're really brave", Ryou sighed softly.
Yugi suppressed the urge to scoff. "No I'm not."
"You are", the tiny voice growled against his skin. "You are."
Ryou began coughing again, a broken sound that was undoubtedly carving his throat raw. It melted into a bitter, dry sob.
"No more talking now", Yugi urged. He didn't ask if this happened often. He didn't need to. Yugi had been privy to enough bullying at his old school to recognize the signs.
Ryou quivered and scooted closer, as if he wanted to melt into his new protector. "You're like my brother…he's so brave. His name is…Bakura."
Seeing that Ryou was going to be stubborn, Yugi let his curiosity take over. "Is he here?"
"No", Ryou sighed. "But he'll come for me someday."
Yugi smiled, glad that this sick boy had someone like that. "A-and when he comes, I'll be free again."
Purple eyes slid shut as his head lolled back against the cement wall, letting himself be carried off into Ryou's enthusiastic dream, for indeed that's what it must have been.
"—gi?"
A dream. The last person he'd had like that was dead now. He remembered holding his grandpa just like this, rubbing the old man's back. Nobody would come for him because now Sugoroku was gone, cold and gone and everything was but a dream. No, more like a nightma—
"Yugi?"
The boy jolted and the one propped against him let out a tiny squeak of pain as Yugi's nails dug into pale flesh. "S-sorry what?"
"I said you should come with us."
"Us?"
"When my brother comes and gets me."
"O-oh…okay."
"Will you stay with me until Bakura comes Yugi?"
"Sure…"
"You promise?"
"I…I promise." Then, feeling more confident, Yugi shifted and breathed in the clean scent of Ryou's snowy locks that were visible even in this dismal place. "I'll protect you."
He felt lips quirk into a smile against his neck, glad that they were in a dark room and Ryou couldn't see his skepticism. Yes, he could let a sick boy have his dreams. And he would stay with him.
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"So what are you in for?"
Ryou cocked his head to the side as he picked at the grass between Yugi's legs. They were sprawled out in the lazy afternoon, with Ryou draped over the trinette's lap. "My dad was on a business trip in Egypt. He took me and Bakura along and told us to stay in the hotel but Bakura didn't want to listen so he took me and we snuck out to go explore the flea market."
"You got kidnapped?"
"Yeah", the white-haired teen grumbled. "I was stupid. Wandered towards a booth of apples because they looked tasty and when I turned around again, my brother had disappeared. By the time both of us knew what was happening it was already too late."
Yugi's lips twisted as he leaned back on his arms and stretched. It was another perfect day in the green house, the sky being dusted with wispy clouds and the balmy weather leaving a pleasant tingle on his skin.
"What about you?"
He scratched his spikey crown, half amused and half mortified that they could talk of human trafficking and the different circumstances therein like one would when trading cards. Then again, you had to adapt fast or go insane. How long had they been in this place already?
Yugi shrugged noncommittally. "Gramps died and I couldn't pay the debts myself." He rolled one of his golden bangs between two fingers with a scowl.
Ryou's brown eyes darkened a shade as he smiled. "Don't worry Yugi, we'll get out of here someday."
Yugi returned the grin, not deigning to say whether or not he cared as he patted the skinny boy's head.
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"Yugi, my boy!"
The purple eyed teen cringed as Pegasus's erroneous voice crackled through an invisible speaker and invaded his room. "I have splendid news!"
"You're not wearing velvet anymore?" The words were barely above an irate mumble but somehow the silver-haired man still managed to hear.
"Yugi Mutou behave yourself. You have company."
He froze, then rolled off his stomach to scramble to his feet. Company. That could only mean one thing…
The guards rushed in and trapped him in their steely grip as they dragged him to the wall and clapped him in restraints. He didn't bother fighting. He was shaking too much. When they were finished, they stepped back and turned to the opposite wall with a thumbs up before taking their leave. It was silent a moment, then...
The door swung open and there on the threshold stood an exact mirror image of himself. Yugi's eyes widened. No, it wasn't exact but—
"Hello Yugi."
All promises were broken.
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Two weeks. Two long weeks it had been.
"Hahaha! Where's your wimpy little savior now, huh? Vallon, Alister, you can go now."
The two males stepped away and cast pitiable glances at the cowering teen. Things were broken down in two ways around here; join the devil or be trampled by him. Knowing their place they vacated the scene, leaving only Dartz and Ryou to settle whatever battle was to come.
"Answer me." The blue-haired androgyn shoved his prey's shoulder hard but Ryou only curled into himself, quivering bangs covering his vacant eyes. Yugi was gone. Yugi had left him behind.
He offered no fight as Dartz backed him against a tree with both hands bunched in his collar. "Poor little Ryou." The smack sounded too loud in the enclosed space as it turned the smaller boy's to the side. Still, the whitenette kept himself composed. He was…broken.
"You actually believed him. It was your own fault, you know."
"Everyone goes away…in the end."
"Yes", Dartz sneered. "Who would want to stay with someone like you anyways? Whiney, weak little—" Another slap. "I don't see why you're so coveted here. I'm more beautiful than you. Pegasus loves me, I own the guards, but you", A vice wrapped around Ryou's jaw and squeezed, forcing their eyes to meet.
A little of the mask chipped away as the frail body shuddered with a strangled cough. The androgyn curled his lip. "I hate you, you're pathetic."
"I know", Ryou droned. The truth didn't hurt anymore.
"I think", Dartz mused with a smirk, "You should pay me back for last time."
The string snapped and the careful mask fluttered away. Ryou's eyes sparked with terror as he caught on to what the taller boy was hinting towards. He started to struggle. "No, n—mm!"
A hand molded over his mouth, muffling both his coughs and his screams as Dartz's other hand traced a pattern down, down, before squeezing harshly around his tattered pants. "Oh yes", he panted. "That hurt a lot. I should return the favor in kind."
Tears prickled as Ryou choked behind the constricting hands. His face twisted, shame burning his cheeks. His already harsh breathing became erratic.
"What's this? Look, you're responding." Dartz leaned down to lick at one salty drop spilling down Ryou's face, reveling in the taste of fear. "Oh", he cooed. "Poor baby. Does that feel good, hmm?"
"Poooopsies! Come sit in the circle now! We have another new arrival."
Dartz's eyes darkened as he tensed, then stepped back. "Damn." He bent down and hissed next to Ryou's ear, "Well, I guess we'll just have to finish this later."
The androgyn straightened his clothes before stalking from the underbrush towards Pegasus's call. The white-haired boy slumped down and curled into himself as he stifled a broken whimper with both hands. So it had finally come to this…
"I don't see all of my beautieeees."
Ryou swiped an arm over his eyes as he stumbled to his feet. He sorted himself out as best he could before trudging towards the sound of that grating voice. He refused to look up as he took his seat near the back of the crowd. Pegasus's fawning words were lost on him.
So Yugi had left. Of course he would. Ryou buried his head in his knees. This was it. He was going to be trapped here, raped here forever until some rich asshole came and bought him like meat at a supermarket. He was—
"Say hello Bakura."
Ryou's head shot up. Surely not…
His older brother shifted his weight to one cocky hip as he caught Ryou's stunned stare. Bakura crossed his arms and tucked his chin against his chest as he held that precious gaze. "Yo."
FFFFFFFFFFFFF…..head hurts xDD This is it. New update, Whoo-hooo~~~ Not sure why I'm choosing the order I am. Just typing it all down before I lose it. Sorry if you don't like the quality xD Hope it was worth it and you're not confused too much either. Gonna let my puppy pair take back burner for a bit. I like Ryou and Bakura too and well...gonna highlight a little of what they've been through. Reviews equal love you know :3
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