Disclaimer: don’t own them, sadly.

Summary: In these times there are very important rules everyone must abide by. There is one rule even Royalty must abide by, which concerns royalty and the lowest class. AKA slaves. But, Yugi is a slave set to work directly for the teenage king. And they end up breaking the most important rule of all. Y/Y M/B S/J Yaoi Abuse

NOTE: this is set in Egypt but in Modern times . . . yeah. Oh, and Ryou and Malik are NOT in this ficcy cuz I’z gatzta have meh Marik/’Kura

Warning: Yaoi Cussing (prob) Abuse

Evie: I was very tempted to turn this into a mainly Marik/’Kura ficcy -.- but I have to give Yami and Yugi their spotlight too.

Sarah: Warning! Might have a kinda sad ending! J00 hav’ been warned :drifts away: wait . . . :comes back: I’m still mad at you Evie.

Evie: GOD! I’m sorry for the bad ending of Puppy already! T-T

Sarah:glare: J00 still suck.

I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rinds
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside,
Swallow my doubt
Turn it inside out
Find nothing but faith in nothing
Want to put my tender heart in a blender
Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous, then I'm through with you

“Hurry up!” The guard yells at a frail boy stumbling along behind him.

The guard jerks the chain, that’s connected to the boys collar, and successfully knocks the boy off his feet and into a near by wall.

“Worthless!” the guard yells in aspiration. “On your feet, slave! The King is waiting!”

The boy climbs to his feet awkwardly and alloys himself to be pulled down the hallway again.

I burn burn like a wicker cabinet
Chalk white and oh so frail
I see our time has gotten stale,
The tick tock of the clock is painful
All sane and logical
I want to tear it off the wall
I hear words in clips and phrases
I think sick like ginger ale
My stomach turns and I exhale

“I’m sorry for the delay your highness! This one is a bit slow,” the guard walks before the throne and drops to his knees, pulling the boy down also.

“Whatever,” a bored voice says, “What have you brought me this time?”

The guard stands along with the boy, who doesn’t wish to be jerked up by the neck, “your new slave.”

The King sighs. ‘Another one hmm? What makes them think I’ll like this one?’ He glances up not expecting anything.

He starts to raise his hand to dismiss the two but hesitates.

I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rinds
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside,
I would swallow my doubt
Turn it inside out
Find nothing but faith in nothing
Want to put my tender heart in a blender
Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous, then I'm through with you

The teen smirks and looks directly at the guard, who visibly flinches, “you may leave.” The guard nods and hangs his head in defeat. He starts to leave pulling the boy along with him, “no.” The guard stops and looks at his king curiously, “leave the boy.”

This made the guard hesitate for a second but he reluctantly drops the chain and leaves the room.

Some murmuring could be heard from the King’s guards and advisors present in the room.

“Leave me,” he says addressing them.

SoCal is where my mind states,
But it's not my state of mind
I'm not as ugly, sad as you
Or am I origami?
Folded up and just pretend,
Demented as the motives in your head

After everyone has departed he studies the boy.

He has red and black hair the sticks up for the most part. He also has blond bangs that fall in front of his large, amethyst eyes. He’s pale and looks starved.

The boy looks like him. And it piqued his interest.

Well, not exactly like him but it was there.

He, himself, had the same red/black hair the sticks up except he has three blond lighting shaped streaks going through it. His blond bangs were falling to the sides of his narrow crimson eyes instead of in front. And he is tan and skinny despite being well fed and he has a gold crown mostly hidden under his bangs.

I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rinds
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside,
I would swallow my doubt
Turn it inside out
Find nothing but faith in nothing
Want to put my tender heart in a blender
Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous, then I'm through with you

The boy looks at him, fear evident in his eyes.

“Come here,” the King calls standing.

The boy stumbles up to the throne and stands before his new master.

“What’s your name?” the King questions circling the boy.

“Y-Yugi, my lord,” the small boy stammers.

His new master sighs and stops directly in front of Yugi.

“If I’m ganna call you Yugi then you have to call me by my name.”

“B-but my lord! It’s disrespectful!” The young King sighs again.

“Please call me by my name I hate being call ‘your highness’, ‘king’ and ‘my lord’. Call me Yami,” he says in a commanding tone.

The boy shrinks back slightly, “Y-yes sir.”

I alone am the one you don't know you need
Take heed, feed your ego
Make me blind when your eyes close
Sink when you get close, tie me to the bedpost

“Ok then how bout we go-” Yami is cut off by the doors being slammed open and three people entering the room.

“Hey! Atemu! I caught that thief no one could catch!” a man yells jogging toward the throne.

He has dirty blond hair that, much like Yami and Yugi, sticks up, and dirty blond bands that hang in front of his narrow red eyes. He is wearing baggy black pants that have purple stitching, and he was lacking a shirt therefore showing off his bronze chest. He smiles widely and waves his hands wildly. And seeing how he was holding a chain in one hand, which was connected to, who Yami could guess, was the thief, the poor guys head was being jerked.

“Yeah! If you call walking up to him and shocking him so bad he goes stiff then slapping shackles on his wrists catching!” another man shouts.

This one was also tan (Shocking!) and has short brown hair. His bangs were parted so that it wasn’t in front of his narrow blue eyes. He was wearing tight leather pants and a dark blue turtle neck, despite that fact that it was probably a hundred degrees outside.

“Stop! Fucking! Jerking! ME!” the thief yells causing the man to stop waving his arms.

“Ok,” the man says smiling.

“We see who owns who here, Marik.” the brunette snorts crossing his arms.

The man, Marik, turns to Yami, “Atemu! Tell Seto to go screw himself!”

“Yes, tell me that Yami, seeing how Marik is too much of a coward to say it himself!” Seto snaps.

“Why’re you so pissy?” Yami asks amused.

“He’s pissy ‘cuz I got the good catch and all he got was a runt,” Marik says and looks back at the thief.

His thief was, unlike most Egyptians, pale. And another the unusual thing about him is that he has silver hair. His said hair is spiky and shades his crimson eyes. (That’s three now.) He is, like Marik, wearing baggy black pants except he his have silver stitching. And also like Marik he is shirtless.

“A runt?” Yami asks still amused.

I alone am the one you don't know you need
You don't know you need me
Make me blind when your eyes close
Tie me to the bedpost

Yugi then saw movement behind Seto.

There was a boy, about his age, standing behind Seto, looking both pissed off and hurt. He has blond hair and brown eyes. He was wearing plain, but worn, blue pants and a baggy white shirt.

“Him,” Yugi says softly.

“Hmm?” the King turns and looks at his new slave.

“Oh, uh,” Yugi turns a light shade of pink, which Yami found highly amusing. (Much like everything else.)

“T-the boy standing behind Seto.”

I would swallow my pride I would choke on the rinds
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside, swallow my doubt
Turn it inside out
Find nothing but faith in nothing
Want to put my tender heart in a blender
Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous, then I'm through,
Now I'm through with you

Yami turns and spots who Yugi was talking about.

“Who’s that Seto?” Atemu asks motioning vaguely at the blond.

“His runt,” Marik says with a smirk.

“He,” Seto interrupts, “was also there when we caught Bakura. He was trying to get away with a few stolen goods. We thought the two might be partners.”

“Umm. Hello! He was trying to steal my stolen good!” the silver haired teen says angrily. “He fucking followed me and tried to steal from me! Bakura!”

To say the least.

Everyone ignores him.

“And what is his name? If I may ask, that is,” Yami smirks as both of them blink. Openly giving away the fact that they didn’t know what his name is.

“My name is Jounouchi,” the blond says stubbornly.

“Well, then. Hello Jounouchi,” Yami smiles. “So I trust that Marik will be in charge of Bakura and that Seto will be in charge of Jounouchi?” he doesn’t let them answer, “well, if that’s settled then I have importance business to take care of. Ta ta.” Yami grabs his charges upper arm and pulls him out of the throne room. (Oh, how I love Yami right now.)

Through with you

“You just had the unfortunate luck to meet my head advisor and head of the military. Seto being the advisor and Marik being the military persona, of course.” Yami says as they walk away.

“Ah,” Yugi replies nodding. The chain that was hanging off his collar kept banging against his legs and it is starting to hurt.

The continue walking but this time in silence.

Yugi studies his masters back in an attempt to get his mind off the chain that continued to abuse his legs.

His master has three gold arms bands that went from his elbow to his wrist, and one on his upper arm. He is wearing tight leather pants and three or four belts. He isn’t wearing shoes, which strikes Yugi as odd. Yugi then notices that Yami was wearing only one thing around his neck, he can’t quite tell what but he sees a silver chain. Yugi finds that odd also, because gold is considered a royal, erm, thing.

Yami stops suddenly and Yugi hits his back.

“Watch out,” Yami says chuckling.

Yugi blushes but smiles softly.

Rendezvous then I'm through with you...

Yami opens the door he had stopped at and walks in not realizing that the boy doesn’t follow him.

He flops onto the king size bed and relaxes.

That’s when he notices that the boy had not followed him.

Atemu sits up and looks at the boy curiously. “Don’t stand in the doorway.” The boy jumps back away from the door instantly. Yami laughs at the boys immediate action. “No, no I mean come in, come in and shut the door behind you.”

Yugi does as he was told hesitantly.

“I wont bite I promise,” Yami smiles softly at the boy and pats the spot next to him.

Yugi gnawed his bottom lip but walks over none-the-less.

Yami chuckles again and Yugi sits down as if he were scared to touch the bed.

Yami now got a good look at the boy. He has one silver band on his upper arm and black shackles, which Yami had failed to notice earlier, that, were rubbing the boy’s writs raw. He is wearing torn black shorts that hang to about mid thigh, a black studded belt and a semi-clean white wife-beater. (1). He has sliver bands that were right under his shorts. The boy has four sliver bands going from his knees to his ankles. The chain that is connected to the collar around Yugis neck hung roughly at mid shin. He, like most slaves, has no shoes on and his feet are cut and bruised. But then again, boy’s entire body is covered with cuts and bruises.

Yami reaches out and grabs the boy’s hands.

“Eh?” Yugi says surprised.

“Let me take these off,” the King says and starts to work on them.

After a bit he manages to get them off and Yugi rubs his wrists thankfully.

“Thank you,” Yugi says with a slight blush.

“You welcome,” Yami then reaches up and grabs the chain.

Yugis face quickly changes and looks terrified.

Yami, without explaining, unclips the chain and drops it on the floor.

Yugi looks relived and Yami smiles. (Oh, god they’re having a moment!)

Yami then turns away and starts taking off all his accessories. Well, all but the silver chain, which Yugi,

now saw has an upside down gold pyramid connected to it.

Yami looks at Yugi curiously, he finds it highly amusing (like everything else) how his expressions never stay the same for longer then a few seconds.

“It almost time to be heading to bed why don’t you take off you bands?” the King watches at the boy blink and process what he was told.

Yugi, after thinking for a second, starts to remove his bands, while wondering where he was going to sleep.

When he was finishes Yami took the boys silver bands and sets them on the floor.

“Umm,” Yugi starts nervously, “master?”

“Call me Yami.”

“Where am I to sleep?”

“Here with me of course,” Yugis eyes grew wide and he looks at his master frightfully.

“We will not be doing what you are thinking. I’m not that heartless. I just think you would be more comfortable here then in the servants’ quarters,” Yami says. ‘And plus I bet word has gotten around by now that I finally picked a servant and everyone would want a piece of him.’

“Oh, ok,” Yugi says, relived and looks around curiously. (Damn everyone is so fucking curious!)

“You’ll be sleeping on the bed you know.”

“Oh.” The boy blushes lightly again.

“You can take the right side because I usually sleep on the left.”

“Ok.”

They both stand and Yugi walks around to the other side.

Atemu pulls back the comforter and climbs in, soon followed by Yugi.

Evie:is running in circles: !

Sarah: She’s happy because she answered some of the reviewers that reviewed fer Puppy.

Evie:pauses: poor Yugi :goes back to running around.

Sarah: She has to have angst in every last one of her stories now BTW.

Evie: Puppy was too happy! Except the Malik thing. :hits a tree: Owww. Since when is there a tree here?

Rachel:whistles innocently:mutters: that’s what you get for leaving me out of the little talks before and after the chaps.

Sarah: uh huh.

Fluffy snow bunny: I’M NOT FLUFFY! OR A BUNNY! OR SNOW! (It’s ‘Kura lmfao)

Marik: . . . review so me and Bakura can have wild sex next chap (maybe :shiftyeyes:)

Pst! I thing it’s all in one tense!