Royals and Thieves
By Krystal Fox alias Youkiyra Solar
Krystal Fox: I shall begin the new story about Yami and his friend Bakura. I do not own any of the Yu-Gi-Oh characters or any of the series.
Chapter 1 Royal Parties and Problems
Atem was irratated, the last three weeks had been very straining. Three weeks ago Atem's father had died of a stroke (Not that he missed his father. He never really knew his father and thought his father was a pervert. It was the responsibility of a whole kingdom.) leaving the young 17 year old man in charge of a whole kingdom.
Atem remembered the moment the guards had told him his father was dead.
FlashBack: He had been in the middle of an archery practice when his father's personal guard had come to him.
"Your majesty. I have bad news."
"What is it" Atem Asked.
"Your father just died of a stroke ."
End of Flashback.
It had been so abrupt , things just seemed to fly by, the funeral the grievances, the so called comforting from his courtiers. Now he could no longer spend his afternoons just his lazing around with his best friend Bakura.
Come to think of it he had not seen his friend since his father died. In his mind he thought his friend but was brought back to the future and present and the responsibitities immediately placed upon his young shoulders. He listened as his court engineer was telling him about the Niles dams and dikes and the many problems and how he could fix it or the few merchants complaining about the many bandits on the caravaans trails and he should help them stay safe....After about 100 or so patitioners for something they wanted, his head was throbbing like he had let a herd of hoodlems beat him up.
When dinner came the only thought in his mind was he had to go find his friend Bakura and see how he was. So going to the kitchen asked his childhood cook, who spoiled him with treats, to skip dinner tonight because he was not hungry.
Headed up the stairs to his room, the many thousands of stairs.
"Stupid stairs why did we ever create so many of them. Wait I know, because father ate so much that this was his only exercise, so he created all these stairs to give him exercise. Curse my father's obesity. Curse these stairs." Atem said cursing the stairs.
In his room went to his huge closet pulled out his loose tan pants, a loose blue tunic, and a long Yaka (a robe kinda like the Arab robes but a fancy one for royalty.) It was a light black color almost gray. Belting on his sword and then tucked his palm sized daggers up his specially made tunic, and forgot to take off his Pharaoh's signet ring which he wore on his right hand.
Atem sometimes dreaded visiting his friend because Bakura's father Reshtu detested his son being friends with royalty. So times reshtu would beat and hurt his son for being friend's with him.
Flash Back: Atem remembered one day he was 14 when he had visited with Bakura. His friend had not wanted to lean against his back because of the pain. When Atem, who was stronger in strength at teh time had forced his friend to let him see his wounds. Bakura's back had been covered with cuts of a whip, his face, jaw and arms were covered with bruises. That night Atem had taken Bakura home with him to care for his friend in his own room, that he might recover. Though it wouldn't end the pain his fahter caused. End of Flashback
Atem was tall compared to the erst of his family, but shorter than Bakura by an inch. He had black hair with natural highlights of red, yellow and a tinge of white. He was now the only member of the relative of the legitamate royal family left. Age 17.
He always had a dark tanned complexion as did most Egyptians.
Bakura was tall, and Albino (Pale everything) He liked to wear white or tanned clothes and had striking eyes. Age 18.
After finally finishign changing out of the uncomfortable clothes of the court slipped out the window down the trelise and across the courtyard and cut inot the street.He went down familiar streets and houses then arrived at the far end of the town where thieves adn robbers lived.
Going to one of the houses went to the backyard and slipped in, going to one of the windows cracked it open and slipped through.
On the bed there lay his friend, though he was laying on his stomach which made him suspicious to why he slept that way. Kneeling down whispered into his friend's ear, "Bakura."
Bakura's eyes flew open fear in them at who it was waking him then relaxed as he saw it was only Atem.
Atem now very suspicious raised the sheet revealing a ripped and torn back that was still smarting from it's last encounter with the whip.
"Bakura, what happened to you? Did Reshtu do it again?"
Bakura now fully awake sat up his bare upper torso covered with dried blood.
":Atem,"Bakura said looking up "Please sit down, it makes me dizzy looking up at you."
Atem complied and then took a nearby cloth dipping it in some water in a tin bowl by the bed on a stand gently began to wash Bakura's back in places Bakura didn't reach.
"Bakura, tell me why this was done to you this time." That was a direct order and Bakura could think of no reason not to obey him.
Painly he began, "Alright, well Reshtu (He never referred to his father by Father) asked me to steal for him again. I came back with the object and he said it was the wrong one. That continued the whole three weeks I didn't see you. Everytime He siad it was the wrong object he would beat me..."Bakura winced and stopped as on of the wounds especially hurt, even though Atem was being careful. He closed his eyes and winced.
Atem put his arms encouraging on his friend's shoulder then a gentle quick hug. This was their silent agreement that they would always be there for each other. Bakura suddenly went limp collasping on his friend's chest unconcious. He had gone into blackness because of loss of blood.
This made Atem furious, ever since Bakura's mother had died six years ago Reshtu had been letting all his anger out on Bakura. Bakura couldn't stay concious because of his loss of blood.
"Bakura wake up." To Atem's command and slight desperation, Bakura moved but not much more.
Atem then called on his shadow servants the "Dark Magician" and the "Dark Magician of Black Chaos." They had helped many times with problems like these.
Dark and Chaos appeared, Dark in his black and purple robes, tall, dark purple hat and his staff, Chaos wearing his wild pants and top of light and Red and black, eyes of green, very powerful, his hat added to his outfit and his black staff. (Good enough to whack someone with.)
"What is it Master Yami?" Chaos said looking around, when his eyes reached Bakura they darkened.
"Chaos, Dark, Bakura is hurt badly I don't know what to do?" Atem said his thoughts getting frantic enough that Dark could read them.
"Calm, Master worried thoughts will not heal a friend." Dark said putting a comforting hand on his Master's shoulder.
"First his wounds must be cleansed then given salve and wrapped. If any of them are infected we will haveto reopen them to get the pus out." Chaos said with knowledge of thousands of years.
Yami nodded and found Bakura's Bandages in a drawer neatly folded. Dark went to get salves to put on afterwards. Chaos examined the wounds , there were seven of the cuts he would have to reopen to get the green liquid out of them. Chaos carefully took his knife and scraped away the scabs letting fresh blood start to flow.. Bakura winced and started to wake.
"What in the ....? Chaos. Is that you?"
"yes, it is young master, now relax while I see to your cuts." Chaos said pushing him back to the bed. Bakura lay and looked over at his friend who had fallen asleep with the clean bandages folded on his lap.
"Chaos , how is Atem handling his father dead and all those responsibilities?" Bakura asked with an elterior motive obvious.
"He is tired and the pressure of everything weighs heavy on his mind. But I know his first thought every morning has been "How is my friend Bakura?" Then he goes in the rushing current of his new life."
Chaos said taking the bandages from hos Master then helping Bakura sit up, just on cue Dark arrived and gave Chaos (His older Brother) the salve." Chaos started to rub the suave over his back careful not to reopen or agrivate the wounds.
"Does Atem ever feel burdened that he is friends with a thief?"
"No I don't!" Atem said rising from his seat walking over. "What brought on that question friend?"
"Reshtu was saying that all royalty think thieves, a wast of time. And you had out grown me as a friend and would kill me when you got a chance." Bakura said looking down at the floor , ashamed and too tired not to believe his Father.
"Bakura, know that if you had not made friends with me when I was 9. I would have grown into as bad as Pharaoh as my father or as perverted. Your friendship is the smile on my everyday. Now neverthink of such things again.Now what shall we do with you?" The Pharaoh said to the thief.
Dark spoke up "I think he should come back to the palace with us. Or Reshtu will hurt him more." He said to his master.
Atem liked that idea, "I could appoint you my royal advisor."
Bakura shook his head, "No I could never do that, I live the life of a thief, free to do and go where I please, a thief I must remain. Please leave me here."
Atem thougth, "What if I gave him his own house where only he could live?"
"Bakura, what if I found a place where you could still live as a thief and yet be away from Reshtu?"
A glimmer of hope appeared in Bakura's eyes then faded. "That would be nice. Though impossible, Reshtu has one shadow servant and he uses it to always watch me. I don't know where it is either." Dismay in his voice. Bakura looked defeated.
Dark and Chaos looked around the sparsely decorated room and could see no trace of another shadow creature. There was a smallamroire and an extra pair of sandals, a single chair, and the bed. Reshtu refused to give his son anymore than that.
Atem shook his head then looked at the sunrise, time had flown the sun was starting to rise commanding his return to the palace.
"Well, then Bakura I will return with a gift that can stop that as soon as I can. Till then gifts fo friendship means you can call on me at anytime and I will listen to you."
Then waving good-bye slipped out of the window, Dark and Chaos disappearing.
The once safe feeling he had had with those friends with him disappeared as they left leaving a lonly and terrified feeling.
Minutes later Reshtu emerged from the stair well.
"What a good boy; not to tell him you won't be here when he returns. Very Good of you. Now get to work. There is much to do and work will not do itself." Then tapped a short hand whip in his palm, threatening.
Though he need not to have, he had already broken his son to obey his every whim. Bakura mutely rose and disappeared downstairs to do the work assigned to him even in his horrible condition.
Atem returned to the castle only to find he was required to attend a breakfast party. Disgusted went and dressed into a formal Purple Yaka. Going inot the room was forced to listen to dry conversations about weather, crops, their's and others health, horrible gossip rumors and women. The day drained by, it took everything Yami had to not literally kill the next person to talk to him.He went to bed exhausted and didn't even bother changing letting the two fuzzies, one of which was a gift to Bakura.
Each looked like a live fuzz ball, moving cudling up against the tired master on the bed.
Would Bakura be there?
Krystal Fox: Yes I am already causing pain and sufferinf so what that's me.
Bakura: Why me? Not Kiba, Seth or even the annoying dark or even Atem.
Krystal Fox: I like doing it to you.
Bakura: (Sarcastically) I feel soo special.
