By: Betrayal

A/N: okay, my other Yu-Gi-Oh fanfic just didn't work out, so I'm gonna make a different, and BETTER, one. There's a lot of Yami/Yugi fics, but what the heck? I'll make on anyway.

Disclaimer: Sadly enough, I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. *sigh* I wish I did only thing that belongs to me is the plot. I think. Anyway, don't sue me because I don't have a lot of money at the moment. The people that take care of me and brought me into this world still have to pay me back. ^^;;

Warning: Just to warn ya though, there's lots o' yaoi in this. If you don't know what that is, it's male/male relationships. That means there's homosexual men in this story. Don't like it? Don't read it!

Yami/Yugi, Bakura/Ryou, Seto/Jounouchi, Malik/Ishtar (I'm gonna call Yami Malik, Malik and I'm calling Malik Ishtar. Confusing? You'll get it soon. real soon)

Chapter One

The stars above twinkled brightly in the sky. It was quite tonight. Very quite. There were reasons to why though. Bloodshed, pain, fear, screams, all of these were the cause of the silence. No one had survived, only the young children who were taken to become slaves.

Slaves for Pharaoh. Slaves for Egypt. Lower and Upper. It didn't matter where they were going, all they knew was that they would never be free. They'd never go back home, for home was never again waiting for them.

A few camels snorted, spitting in the sand. The wind blew hard, almost making a sandstorm in the night. Again the stars twinkled. They're heavenly light, along with the moon, glimmered all over the bodies in the sand.

Slaves.

They were the children. Well, you shouldn't really call them children. All of them were much older than fifteen years of age. But they were beaten looking. Most of them were naked and dirty. Dirty, unclothed, disheveled, poor, hopeless children. But they weren't children. They were teenagers. They were in the year of adolescence.

Adolescence. What a year it was. All of these young ones were adolescents. They were fresh. Fresh for whatever the Egyptians wanted to use them as. Chamber slaves, kitchen slaves, slave that cleaned, slaves that were beaten.

But all of them feared one thing. Pharaoh. He used slaves of all kinds. In the kitchen, outside, working on the new buildings and statues. Something eerily went about these youngsters. There was one type of slave life they never dreamt of.

Sex slaves.

Slaves used only for sexual purposes. Scars would be left in due time. Their bodies would soon become useless because of all the "work" that went on at night. Even at daytime they were enjoyed. They were like the toys of young children. You grow out of one thing, and move to the next.

That's why these children were taken away from their homes. They were to be used in the homes of the wealthy. They were used for whatever purpose their life took.

But it was that time again. The time when young boys and girls would be taken to Egypt. The Pharaoh, Yami, would need a new slave. He had a new one almost every night. He worked the young ones to hard. They were useless.

Toys.

The Pharaoh, the Great son of Re, Master of Egypt, King of the two lands. He wanted slaves. And whenever he wanted something, he got it no matter what the case. He was Pharaoh. He was the ruler.

The ruler of Egypt.

As was said before, it was the time that happened every month. Small villages and towns were destroyed. Children were taken from there homes to be candidates. Candidates for Egypt.

Pharaoh chose a slave. Well, it really wasn't him who chose the slave. It was really his council. They would choose one slave and clean him or her up. Then they would be used for the night.

People everywhere feared Pharaoh Yami. Mothers and fathers tried to hide their children. They knew at what time every month when the armies came and overthrew every land. Every nation.

Well, enough of the past. There's one thing I haven't been able to mention. It's about a young boy named Yugi and his three friends: Jounouchi, Ryou, and Ishtar. They were all of age, above the age of fifteen. They were capable of becoming bed slaves.

They were afraid though. Who wouldn't? It's not every month that you get taken away from your home, from the place you grew up in.

I'm sorry. I got of track once again. Well, again that's enough. Here's the story. The story of a young boy who had the heart and soul to change Pharaoh's cold and cruel ways.

Here is the story of Yugi and his three friends. Their journey to Egypt. Their gains, their losses. Here is the story of a Pharaoh's wish.

"You there! Boy!! Hurry up!!" A whip cracked in the distance. The stars continued to twinkle. Young children were being taken into captivity. Such young souls.

A whip cracked again.

Yugi tried to keep up, but he tripped. His sandals were too big. He knew that he should have asked his grandfather for new ones. As the young boy pushed himself up, he heard the whip again.

He hissed. Blood began to run down his back and drip onto the sand. He was pulled up by his hair - which was consisted of three colors: black, red, and yellow. His hair seemed to defy the laws of gravity. The black stood out, red outlining it in a thick band. Then there were his bangs. Yellow. They were like lightning. They were actually more of a golden color - and was slapped.

"Hey! Leave him alone you ugly!"

Yugi turned around. One of his friends, Jounouchi, was shouting at the man who had hit him. Yugi looked down as another slap came to his cheek. Everyone around them grew quiet.

Like the night.

You were never to speak to an Egyptian guard that way. You were never to speak up unless you were given permission. You weren't supposed to talk anyway. Just do what you were told.

The shouting came again though. Jounouchi knew the rules, he knew what he was supposed to do. But he wasn't the type of person to obey. Not like Yugi who stood quietly in front of the guard.

"Let him go ugly! Do you hear me? U-G-L-Y!!"

His tongue shot out. But it quickly came in as his blonde hair was pulled on harshly.

"Oww!!"

He was hit in the back of the head by the butt of a whip. He fell on his knees, dizziness overcoming him.

"Don't. touch. AHHH!!!!"

Three whip lashes were shown on his back. Blood from the newly opened wounds poured onto the sand. One of the guards kicked sand onto Jounouchi's back. The young boy wailed as the sand met his flesh.

"Whoever did that is gonna - AHHH!!"

He was whipped seven more times and then kicked in the stomach.

"Quite boy!! Unless you wanna die, you should keep your big mouth shut!!"

Another kick was aimed at Jounouchi's side but was blocked. The guard gasped as he was thrown backwards.

"Don't touch my friend!"

It was Ryou, another friend of Yugi. He had long white hair with big brown eyes. There was a pale blonde headed boy kneeling at his feet, scowling. He had been the one to swipe the guard off his lazy, big feet. It was Ishtar, a close friend of Ryou.

The young boy stood quietly next to Ryou. A guard jumped on him, but Ishtar dodged it. He moved quickly to the left, taking the mans arm, and swung him towards the ground. The other guard hit the other one who was trying to get up.

Ishtar smirked, his lavender eyes laughing. He brushed the sand off of his hands and stretched.

"Don't even try me. You're skills will never match mine."

Just then, yet another guard jumped on Ishtar. The lavender-eyed boy was taken a bit by surprise. He started to cuss while fighting the Egyptian guard. He threw the man away, only to get charged in the back.

Ishtar flew at Jounouchi's feet. Ryou had helped the blonde up. All three of them turned towards the two guards. But it was no longer two guards. Every single one of the slave traders in the caravan ganged up on the three young boys.

All the other children crowded around while a fight broke out. Yugi ran to his three friends' side. A fight suddenly broke out.

It was a good thing that Ishtar and Jounouchi had been trained. They had learned how to fight and defend themselves. But Yugi and Ryou were helpless. Or was it hopeless? They couldn't fight, they were a little too weak.

Jounouchi turned to the two boys.

"Yugi, Ryou! Get back into the crowd! Ishtar and I will take care of this!"

Yugi nodded and taking Ryou's lead, they disappeared behind the other children. Jounouchi turned to the surrounding men.

"So. It looks like someone's ready for a little exercise! How about it Ishtar?"

Ishtar smirked and nodded.

Yami sighed in his chair. His chin rested on his fist. He looked up at the sky, his eyes only showing the white parts. How he hated meetings. Especially with the council. These were some of the oldest, stony-faced men of all time.

'They have a lot of enthusiasm,' the Pharaoh thought sarcastically to himself. He sat himself up straight, only to fall back into his limp position. He was bored, as usual. His eyes went back to their original red state where his pupils showed.

"Pharaoh Yami, Pharaoh, Son of Re, Mighty Bull."

It grew quiet for a while. Then:

"Pharaoh Yami!!!" shouted all the council members.

Yami jolted up, his knees hitting the underside of the table. He winced, his head dropping onto the golden table. His closest friends Seto, Malik, and Bakura tried hard to stifle their laughter.

One of the council members stood up.

"Pharaoh Ya."

"WHAT!!!!!"

Yami glared at the man who was now retreating back to his seat.

"What do you people want? All you've been talking about is the country and how it has to run!"

He stood up, slamming his hands on the table. It grew more silent than ever. The council members looked away, for no one was to lay their eyes on the Son of Re. Even Yami's closest friends dare not look at him.

Yami hit the table again, over and over. The thumping grew louder and louder with every word he spoke.

"Can't you people just have a break? Just for one day? I'm sitting here, bored as a grazing cow, listening to your yapping!!"

He pounded the table with his hands again.

"If you don't have anything else to do, I'm leaving."

With that the young Pharaoh retreated to his room. He slammed the door shut behind him, leaving the council members wide-eyed and in shock.

The door opened ajar, Pharaoh's hand waving to them.

"And if any one of you dare disturb me, I'll have your head hanging from the pyramids! Do you all understand?!"

He took a peek in and saw everyone nod. He sighed, slamming the door again. He walked down the hall and up a few steps. Then he entered his room.

Pharaoh Yami, who had a large headache, fell face first onto his bed. He was tired and bored. Sometimes he wish he wasn't Pharaoh at all. "It'll probably be better that way. I won't die sitting in a chair in front of a million old farts!"

He chuckled, throwing a pillow up at the ceiling of his canvas bed. He caught it, throwing it up again. He continued to do this, juggling the pillows, when the door knocked.

Five pillows fell to the floor, along with a silk blanket. Yami was standing up, glaring at the door. Didn't he just say he didn't want to be bothered a few minutes ago?

The knocking came again, and it was hurting his head. He opened his mouth to speak.

"What do you want?"

The door opened and an anonymous servant came in. He bowed low.

"My Pharaoh. The slaves have arrived."

Yami's eyes opened wide then they closed. A smirk came over his once bored face. He looked out the window, towards the sun.

"Good. I want them prepared and ready when the sun is halfway," he said in a loud voice.

The slave looked up, then away. He knew never to lay eyes on the Pharaoh. Everyone knew that. If Pharaoh had a daughter - which he prayed he never would have one. He wasn't good with children, and wasn't good with wives. He just had slaves - even she was never to look upon her father.

For he was Pharaoh.

Yami turned his face towards the quiet slave. He stomped his foot and the slave quickly left, shutting the door. Yami moved over to the window.

He could see most of Egypt. Little dots meant little people. He chuckled a bit and let his gaze cast over what looked like the Nile. Yes. It was the Nile.

Then there was the ocean. Yami had never noticed it before, but he was actually closer to the great seas than he thought.

He plucked a flower from a pot sitting on the balcony ledge and threw it down. He saw a few people looking up towards him. They all bowed at the site of him.

A smirk overcame his features again. He was happy. He could have peace and quiet and he could have his slaves.

He licked his lips.

The hope in his heart beamed brighter. His one wish was to have a slave that understood the way he was. A slave that wasn't so afraid of him. He wanted to be feared, but not by his slaves.

He wanted a beautiful one. An angel, they called it in some places. He wanted an angel. Surely this time, Re would bless him with an angel.

That was Pharaoh's wish. It was different from what the people of Egypt wanted. They wanted a slave that could melt the heart of Pharaoh. A slave that could bring out the childlike Pharaoh.

There was only one thing that could resemble in the wishes. Both the people and Pharaoh wanted an angel.

Yami sighed, throwing another flower down. It had been a few hours of waiting. The sun was already halfway. He was still waiting for that knock. His impatience grew even further. He wanted that slave now. But he had to wait for that knock. The stupid knock he heard almost every day.

He turned.

Knock knock.

His eyes fixed onto the door, yet another smirk overcoming his features.

"Come in."

He turned back to the window as his High Priest, Seto, came into his chambers. The brown-haired man, who stood a few inches taller than Pharaoh, bowed down.

"They are prepared Pharaoh Yami. Do you wish to see them?"

"Yes. I want to choose myself this time."

Seto looked up. Yami was looking directly at him, making the other boy bow his head in reverence.

Yami shook his head.

"No. Look at me Seto. Or should I call you Kaiba?"

"Either name will suit me. It is your will Pharaoh."

Kaiba looked up at Yami, a smile on his face. He walked a little closer to Yami. Yami smiled back, turning back to his balcony. He called it a window.

A window to the world.

"Kaiba. I wish to choose it. I want to choose my own slave. The ones that the council members have been choosing are really not my type. I want to see what they don't let me see. Probably the one I've been looking for has already been passed onto someone else."

He sighed and turned when a hand was placed on his shoulder. He lay his head on his hands, looking over the balcony. Some birds swooped underneath him.

Seto looked hard at Yami.

"Don't give up Yami. I bet that tonight, he'll be here."

"Oh. And how do you know if I want it to be a he?"

Kaiba smirked. "I know these things Pharaoh. You aren't really into young women anyway."

Yami shook his head, chuckling. "You're right. I guess he'll be here."

Kaiba leaned over the railing of the balcony. It was his turn to look directly at Yami. "Don't guess, don't hope. Know he'll be here."

Yami nodded once, smiling at Kaiba.

"Yes. I hope he'll be here. My angel."

The two continued to look at all of Egypt. Kaiba was one of the few to see the Pharaoh like this. Yami wasn't usually the one to show a soft side. But Kaiba was a friend to him.

Only three people were able to see Yami's true ways. Kaiba was one of them. The other two were Bakura and Malik. They saw Yami's soft, peaceful side. And they also saw his cold-hearted, hatred side.

Either way, they were all friends. And they were all waiting for that one angel. Yami because he wanted to be with his soulmate, and the other three because they wanted Yami to quit his insecure state.

Maybe angels were real.

End Chapter One

A/N: Well, now that that chapter is done, I guess you'll be reviewing now. DO IT!!! PRESS THE STINKIN' BUTTON RIGHT NOW OR ELSE!!! Or else I won't update. *sticks tongue out* So if you want me to update, you better review! ^^;;

As I said before, just to remind ya'll, Yu-Gi-Oh does not belong to me. It belongs to. to. could someone please remind me what it belongs to? Thanks. Anyway, remember to review! Or I'll send Yami after you!

Wouldn't that be nice? (unless you're a guy. x.x o.O O.o x.x)