Hey y'all! It's Aurora here with my daughter, UmaDengeki-sen. We're working on some collabs because we have a ton of ideas that we want to bring out of the darkness and into the light. So, this is one of them. Plus, she's unable to work on stuff unless it's a collab. Thus, why I suggest this for us to work on. So, we'll see how it goes.
We hope you all enjoy it. This is an AU like usual of course. Please remember to favorite, follow, subscribe, drop some kudos, and leave some nice comments.
I'm writing the parts of Bakura, Atem, Ryou, Marik, and other characters. She's writing the parts of Yami, Yugi, Akefia, Malik, Amane, and other characters. We do switch up who plays who to ensure that there's no monologuing happening.
Disclaimer: We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters. We sure wish it, but we can't have everything, right? Hehes
Pairing: Dark. Any others will be implied and/or added like usual.
Captive
Chapter 1: Contract
In the lands of Egypt there's the Upper and Lower parts of it. Though outside of the city are the places within the desert. Such are known as the tombs where the keepers remain to guard the deceased pharaohs and all. Although there's a different villages all throughout the region. One of them is where the thieves flourish. The current Thief King is the Touzoku quartet's father. The oldest of the four is Bakura, the second oldest is Akefia while the youngest are Ryou and Amane. Living here in the village isn't a piece of cake. Nope, everyone has their part to help out whether it be small or big.
Being the heir to the infamous title, Bakura has to go through all of the rigorous training. Having wild silver hair and amber eyes, he has pale skin even though he has been out in the Egyptian sun for long hours each day. it seems that him, Ryou, and Amane are albinos. In the garb of a pair of khaki pants and a sleeveless shirt, he has a pair of sandals on his feet. Looking over some maps, he sighs a little as multiple thoughts are bogging him down a smidgen.
Rubbing his temples, he mutters to himself, "This is bullshit having to study all of this... Does father honestly expect me to memorize all of this? I mean I hav but still…."
A knock on his chamber doors are heard as a set of hush whispers of protest and scoffs follow shortly after, "Brother is busy, Amane!"
Perking up at hearing this, he steps away from the scatter of papers at his desk to the door, opening it slowly to see who it is, "Hmph, what is it?"
Ryou feels heat rise to his cheeks when he sees his brother, causing him to hide behind his sister that rolls her eyes, "Ryou wants to know if you can teach him how to spar."
"Oh? I'm done with my work for now. Come, little one," says Bakura, turning on his heel to go to the training grounds they have where usually he does his practices.
Ryou drags Amane as Bakura leads the way away to their destination, "He was busy Amane...you know how he lies..."
"Does she want to watch or learn as well?" asks Bakura, not looking back to see if they're following, exiting their hoem to go to the training grounds before turning around to see if they've come or not.
"I'll train," replies Amane, feeling determined to get some practice in too.
"Good," grunts Bakura, going through positioning first for defnsive and offensive stances before going through some basic combat with punches and kicks. "I'm not going to go into anything complex. Do you two even know how to use any magic?"
Amane pouts as Ryou looks a little nervous, "Of course!"
"Show me," says Bakura evenly, not wanting to upset either of them as he does care for his siblings at least.
Amane nods before she lunches into an attack at Bakura with what she knows. All the while Ryou goes to attack the wooden dummy. It seems that the hazel-eyed male seems to be making some progress. Ryou and Amane are eighteen years old while Akefia is twenty and Bakura twenty-two. It doesn't surprise him at all that Akefia isn't out here with them. Though he probably has his own stuff to take care of.
Diving to the side, he puts up a shield from his shade, giving a pleased smirk, "Nice job. You've definitely both improved from last time. Make sure you keep up yoru lessons with Isis."
Amane nods, appreciating the praise given, "I always do. I mean other than Ryou."
Ruffling her hair affectionately, Bakura gives a rare smile, "Good, you better. I know Ryou does too. You're both doing well from the looks of it."
Amane smiles as well as Ryou before the two run off. Shaking his head a little, Bakura watches them go. While he's here, he closes his eyes. For some time he's been having a foreboding feeling overcome him as if something horrible will happen here sometime soon. The presence of magic in this world is nothing new to anyone. it's been around as long as the ground they walk upon. Though what the true colors of people are is unknown even to the most clever of thieves and sharpest of assassins. Still, it's a troubling thought nonetheless. With another shake of his head, Bakura walks back to his room for him to continue to go further along with his work.
()()()()()()
Some time passes until when the four children of the Thief King awaken. The sound of horses can be heard outside along with voices of imposing individuals, having Bakura and Akefia guess it's most likely some sort of soldiers. Peering out of the window, Bakura curses under his breath before turning on his heel to face his brothers and sister.
"We need to get to the safe room right away. Don't question nor complain. This is what father has told me to do if something like this might happen," says the silver haired man in a stern tone, leading the three to a panel in the wall.
Waving his hand, a complex set of runes appear to light up in a flare of onyx. It can be only be done by someone with the Thief King's blood running through their veins. The partition in the wall opens up, noticing the space in there is enough to freely breathe though it migh be a little claustrophobic for some. Going inside, he leads the others in there. Raising a hand again, he closes the panel, having it appear as if nothing wrong is there. The sound of crackling can be heard faintly as if fires are being stoked somewhere. Though Bakura curses once more as he runs out to gather his own army and horse. He needs to stop this whether by talking to his brother or by blood. Thinking it over a little more has him coming to the conclusion that talking isn't in the equation either. While his brothers and sister remain in the safe room has him sigh in frustration at knowing that he's probably damning his own self by going out to help their father combat whatever might be trying to destroy their home and people. But one thing he does know for a certainty is that he won't fall here or so he hopes. That's what he tries to fool himself into thinking is that he can somehow save the day. What he fails to know is that in the end strength alone won't triumph. Akefia smirks when he comes to the front of his old home. Oh how he misses this place….false.
"Bakura!" Calls out the slate gray-eyed man in concern at seeing him rush out of their home in a hurry, frowning in concern as he too has come out of the safe room to try to help the best he can.
Hearing his younger brother call out to him, he has to ignore. Eventually, he goes to meet up with their father to begin fighting against the Pharaoh's soldiers that are trying to destroy everything they have known.
"You must hide with your siblings," their father says sternly when he catches sight of Bakura nearby.
"Why? I come to help you out. There are too many of them for you to take out on your own," persists Bakura, not wanting to hide away.
"That's exactly why I want you to leave. You guys will be injured or worse," argues their father even though he knows that he won't survive this.
Frowning in concern, Bakura hesitantly backs off at hearing the urgency in his father's tone. With the guise of concealment from other skirmish of the soldiers fighting the others in search for him and his siblings. Going back to the home, he clenches his fists at his sides. Returning to there, he goes to Akefia.
"I tried to help, but father won't let me," hisses Bakura as he bristles in irritation.
Akefia sets a hand on his shoulder, "He's right. He needs you to protect me, ryou, and Amane. We need you more than he does ."
"To survive you mean," frowns Bakura, preparing a barricade on the doors in case any soldiers come to their home.
Akefia shrugs as he grabs his weapon although it's more like weapons. His pair of daggers as well as his shadow magic are at his dispoal. It won't satisfy Bakura to know he's going to go out there to join the fray. His reasoning is just though even if he may not agree to it. Still, he'll do his best to give them time to head to where they're suppose to go.
"You need to go now," says Akefia, staring into Bakura's eyes in case this might be the last time he sees him.
"Ok, I'll get Ryou and Amane. We'll run to Marik and Malik. But you better be there in two days," warns Bakura, giving his younger brother one last glance before he rushes in to get their emergency packs along with their youngest siblings before rushing out through the underground passageways.
Ryou whimpers softly as he clings to his sister and brother, "W-Where are we going?"
"To the Ishtar's. We'll be safe there," reassures Bakura, keeping his voice low as they scurry throughout the catacombs to where the entrance to their home in the tomb they guard is.
"why?" Amane asks, feeling adrenaline pump through her veins at having a good enough idea what they're running from.
"Because...the Pharaoh's soldiers have destroyed our home. I'm going through the procedure that Father told me if anything were to happen to him. Akefia is buying us some time by being out in the fray," hastily he explains this to her and Ryou in quiet tones.
Ryou nods though he yelps when something flies passed him. The assumption is that it might be from soldiers having caught onto their trail. Although it's quite the contrary when they come face to face with who it truly is. It's not uncommon to come across Malik beforehand going into the tomb keeper's home itself. To see him out here is something to question nonetheless. Most likely they may have been encountering some kind of trouble.
"Damn it," grumbles Bakura, hurrying them up as he blasts a volely of darkness behind them to anyone that might be following them.
"Don't be a pussycat, Kura" A voice purrs that he knows all too well
"Gods damn it, Mal'. Don't you dare hurt my baby brother," hisses Bakura in annoyance, turning around to face the blonde psychopath himself.
Malik pouts as he grabs Ryou by the waist, "He's so puny though"
"Hurt him and I hurt you," says Bakura in a low tone, shooting him an icy glare.
"Hurt me and I hurt your whole family, especially Akefia" shoots back the blonde with a smirk.
"Then don't you dare fucking hurt the bunny," growls Bakura, still glaring at him though makes no move to throttle him even though his hands twitch a little.
"Why? He's a darling! Will you rather have the Pharaoh take him to make him a slave?" Asks Malik As he pushes Ryou, making him fall to the floor in a heap.
Bakura helps him up, standing in front of him and Amane protectively, "Why the hell do you think I'm coming to you for help and protection, fool? I'm not interested in becoming some palace brat's whore thank you."
Malik frowns as he shrugs at him, "Very well. Pray to Akefia he'll be alright. The Pharaoh has him."
"How do you know that?" he eyes him skeptically, having Ryou and Amane follow him as they go after Malik.
"I'm a friend of his or more like nemeses," replies Malik offhandedly.
Scoffing at this, Bakura decides to take it with a grain of truth, "I see... Well, keep Ryou and Amane safe. Like hell I'm letting Akefia stay there alone."
Malik shrugs, "If they or Akefia die then it's on your hands."
"No shit. i know that, but you and Marik are the only ones i trust right now to protect them," hisses Bakura, giving both Ryou and Amane a hug before he disappears in a flash.
Ryou and Amane look at each other with worry. The two hold each other, knowing that they and their other siblings are the only family they have left.
()()()()()()
Meanwhile, in the palace, there are two sons of the current Pharaoh. They're known as Atem and Yami Sennen. The former of the two is the eldest and crown prince for the next one in line for taking up the reins when their father passes at some point. Apparently, during the attack on Kul Elna, Akefia has been taken into custody to be given to Atem as whatever he may please. Akefia glares at Atem. At the moment, he's bound in chains and without his clothing. It seems that he has been knocked out although when he wakes up here he's ready for a fight. Nope, ther'es no way in any deity's name that he'll allow himself to submit to the crown prince of all people. These are the ones who have orchestrated the destruction of his home to leave only his siblings and himself being the lone survivors.
"Let me go," growls out Akefia.
"Aw, but why? You look...delicious in chains," smirks the violet-eyed man of what looks like his mid twenties, in the attire of a thin tunic and a pair of tights though his feet are barefoot within his own quarters. "Father has given you to me to do as I please it appears... Hmph, well, at least he doesn't bring me another woman again. I mean women are great and all, but not my style nor preference."
Akefia gives a small blush of heat to his face while trying to get free though gasps when Atem suddenly is flush against him, "W-What the hell! Get off, of me!"
"I won't do anything yet until you're willing," he assures, backing off though he does find his reaction amusing. "What? Do you not ever have someone tease you in the slightest?"
Akefia glares heatedly at him. It's clear to him that he won't be speaking a word to him from now on. The defiance is pleasing to see. Though he doubts that Akefia will last long. Not many who are given to him do it seems, guessing it's because none have been Abel to please him as well enough to his standards. To him Akefia seems like a mix of alpha and beta. The type he longs for is an omega. It still appears it'll take a long time before the guards or anyone finds him a perfect match. Until then he'll make due with the one he has now.
Sighing, he expects as much, going to sit crosslegged across from him, "Well, you need to be given some rules, right? Your clothes are...somewhere. I'm not sure where though."
Akefia rolls his eyes as he says, "That's obvious. You have done something."
"Nope, not at all actually. Probably one of the guards stripped you down before taking you to be in my room," shrugs Atem, giving it some thought before continuing. "You have to be in the chains. That's something father has told me for hostages, prisoners, and the like. I can't take you out of here until I know you can behave yourself. One of my retaienrs most likely will provide you with food and all. To tell you the truth...I like them feisty. Submissiveness is appealing, but I like something different now and again. I prefer lively ones that will talk back..."
"Of course you so. After all your the one keeping me here in captivity," grumbles Akefia irritably.
"We all have our needs and wants whether we admit it or not," he has a distant look in his gaze, brushing it aside before handing him a plate of food with bread and such on it. "here, eat."
Akefia shakes his head, turning his head when Atem puts it to his lips, "No, it's probably poisoned or something…."
"You can't deny that your body needs to feed unless you want to die from starvation," says Atem casually.
Akefia shrugs, "That's fine"
"Too bad i won't let you die. The food will be within reach when you feel like it," says Atem, putting the plate down near Akefia before turning his back to his desk, having royal duties to take care of with needing to prepare himself each day for when he'll take over the throne.
Though unbeknownst to him is that there is someone infiltrating the palace in search for Akefia. Findign the secret passageways, a certain silver haired male finds his way through in the hopes that he won't be caught. His drive to continue looking for Akefia furthers his fervent search. Finding him might be the easy part, but the hard part will be getting them both out in one piece. There's a part of him that worries that his plan might not go as well as he previously thinks. Although he has to cling onto the hope that nothing will go awry.
Akefia sighs to curl up to keep himself warm. He hates being exposed. After all, what has happened when he was a child...Akefia shakes his head again as he holds his head. Although he does frown when he feels something but smirks. A pin will help him hopefully. Well,, that's what he hopes at least. Though getting his way out of here will be much more difficult than getting in. There are multiple factors he's unknown of such as the guards shifts and their movements to negate recapture if he ever manages to get out of his restraints. All he has to do now is bide his time
()()()()()
"Grandpa, I need to help," a male of eighteen years of age with pale skin, tricolored hair, and amethyst eyes says as he gently pulls his arm away from his grandfather's grip.
"Why? You'll die out there," says Solomon weakly as he's been suffering from a great illness, falling into a coughing fit.
Yugi kneels down to hug him, "My friends are out there. You must rest. I need to get your medical things as well."
Seeing no point in struggling against what fate has done, he grudgingly agrees to this, "Fine, but be back in a fortnight."
Yugi gives a slight nod and kisses his cheek before he departs from their home out into the dunes. Outside, he's met by the chilly Egyptian night air. When the sun sets the temperatures reach freezing ones. During the day it's blazing underneath the heat. The dunes rest quietly as the petite figure darts out of the home.
I need to find Ryou Yugi thought frantically to himself, knowing that he's probably his best bet to get help for his grandfather
Walking a ways, he goes past the area where the tombs and tomb keepers can be found. A male with platnum blonde hair and lilac eyes, having caramel skin as well walks out of his home to see a familiar indiviudal walking on by. Quirking a brow, he wonders what Yugi is doing out here of all places at this sort of hour.
"Hey?" calls out the blonde, trying to get Yugi's attention, waving his hands too just in case as a second measure.
"Do you know where Ryou is?" Yugi asks him, figuring that Marik will probably know something to steer him in the right direction.
"Oh, yeah, he and Amane are staying with us. Their village was destroyed," explains Marik, offering him to follow him back down into the catacombs.
Yugi follows close, his weapons out, "Ok, thanks."
Scowling at this, he tells him, "Don't be so on the offense. Malik doesn't attack people that are my friends..."
"It never hurts to be careful," admits Yugi, feeling a little reassured by him though.
"Yeah, but around us? Uh, I don't think so," he laughs a little, shaking his head at the action, taking him down below to come see the others. "Hey, Mal'? Yugi's here to see Ry. You've been nice, haven't you?"
Malik nods as he goes to his bed, "The best."
"Good. I'll let you have a reward later," he half jokes though it also serious, obliging to let Malik do what he pleases with him when he's been on good behavior considering that's how their conditioning is going to help Malik become manageable with his madness. "C'mon, I'll show you to the bunny."
Yugi nods while he continues to follow him. In there, he comes face to face with the angelic appearing white haired male. Amane realizes who it is as well, giving a soft smile to their visitor. Though it seems that Yugi has come here for more than just idle chitchat to catch up.
Blinking a few times at seeing him here, he asks, "Y-Yugi? What are you doing here?"
"I want to see if you're ok," says Yugi as he rushes over to hug him tightly.
"O-Of course. Just a little shaken," he admits with a weary smile, embracing him in turn though notices butterflies rise up when in close proximinity to him. "Amane and I are alright. Is something wrong?"
Yugi shakes his head, "No. We need to get out of here though."
"Why? Bakura said to stay put until he gets back," frowns Ryou, not wanting to readily go against his eldest brother's word.
"I know a place a lot safer then here," says Yugi in an attempt to persuade him although Ryou doesn't seem to be budging anytime soon.
"Huh?" Quirking a brow at him, Ryou feels speculative about this.
"My friend works at the palace," explains Yugi, doubting this line of conversation will even hold a candle of helpfulness.
"No, the palace isn't safe," glares Ryou. "That's where Akefia is being held prisoner. Bakura went to go save him. Amane and I are to stay here with the Ishtar's until he gets back with him."
Yugi grabs Ryou's arm to pull it a little to pull him close to his chest, "Ryou, please. He won't hurt you or Amane."
Heat rushes to his cheeks, still feeling uncertain about this. The palace is a place his older brothers have always said to never go into. It concerns him how Yugi wants him to go there so badly. Though he has to look out for Amane, doubting the palace is as safe as Yugi claims. Deciding to go about this gently, he feels that he can respond to him.
"Listen, Yugi, they're after us because we're the only surviviors of the destruction of Kul Elna. I can't afford for them to catch Amane or I while our older brothers are out there even though they may be prisoenrs at this point. I can't risk going there for Amane's sake and my own," explains Ryou in the most gentlest of tones to him.
Yugi looks down for his hair to cover his eyes, "Very well. Then I guess…"
"I'm sorry, but I have to look out for Amane. I don't want us to be in any danger," he tells him softly, hugging him as he does feel bad for not accepting his offer.
Yugi hugs him back to turn around to ask, "Is it alright to bring my grandfather here?"
"Of course. I'll do my best to heal him. I assume he's come down with some of the sickness going about," Ryou eyes him expectantly.
Yugi confirms this sadly before he starts to leave. Frowning, Ryou watches him go, deciding to wait for when he'll be back. At least he'll do as best as he can. Healing is one of the magics he's proficient in, hoping he'll be good enough to help out Yugi. There's an odd feeling in his chest at seeing that sad expression as if his heartstrigns are pulled on when seeing him like that. it makes him promise to himself that he'll heal his grandfather no matter what.
I hope I can do it though. I don't want to disappoint him.
()()()()()
Thinking to himself, Bakura continues to slink through the secret passageways. So far he's been able to divert from any guards that might notice someone in there. Though he keeps on a higher alert if either of the princes of the Pharaoh himself catch notice of him. Keeping his breathing low, he makes sure it's incredibly difficult to detect him. Besides, he is the next or rather now the new Thief King due to their father's passing into the Hall of Judgement. Casting his glance every which way, he keeps taut while continuing on his way in search of where Akefia is. Bakura frowns, but smirks when he hears the familiar prince's voice. Going along this fork in the road leading on the sound of the voice, he decides to eavesdrop.
"Leave me alone," says Akefia in agitation.
"Hmph, found you at last," mutters Bakura under his breath, backing off to go down another route upon having found Akefia's spot though figures he'll need to go under nightfall to get him out of here in one piece. Akefia frowns when he feels some movement in the walls, guessing it's either some type of rodent or someone is actually in there.
Connecting the link between them, Bakura thinks, Hey, stay put until nightfall. I'll be getting your ass out of here.
You'll get you ass caught I don't want to lose anyone else. Dad is dead, says Akefia hastily, hoping that Atem doesn't notice them speaking through their mental link to one another.
I'm aware of our father's death. So, it means I'm the new Theif King I suppose... If I do then I know how to get away. Have some faith in me for once, responds Bakura, continuing on his way.
Alright, do what you please, but do be careful, Akefia says though sighs as he breaks the connection for his eyes to widen when he sees guards in front of him.
Noticing this, Bakura brings out a few of his knives. Having multiple on his person, he's never much to lack on weaponry at his dispoal. Taking care of the guards in almost seconds, he goes further on his way. Though he keeps on the lookout to avoid anyone important such as one of the princes or anyone else of high presitge. He does come across to find a hole to peek up inside, smirking when he sees the royal throne room itself. Glancing around, he doesn't see anyone in there. Going through a door, he walks through to step forth into the extravagant room.
"I need to go," the prince's voice says quietly.
Hiding behind something to stay out of sight, Bakura listens in closely to the conversation. Perhaps he can gain some information from this. Though he remaisn in concealment, not wanting to get caught.
"Then let me go," Bakura hears Akefia's voice say.
For some reason or another, Bakura feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. it's almost he's being watched by something or rather someone by the feel of it. The question remains as to who it can be. There's one in the room with Akefia, but he's hiding out here in another of the royal rooms. It concerns him, remaining ever vigilent in the lair of the enemy. Hearing a groan of annoyance, he also catches the sound of a door opening and closing for there to then be footsteps following shortly thereafter. glancing over in the direction of the footsteps, he decides to follow that person through the shadows. The last thing he wants is to get caught here by anyone; especially one of the princes. Hopefully luck will be on his side, but there's no telling for certain. The person is Yami of course. The lookalike walks sullenly down the halls with his arms seeming to be wrapped around him. Continuing to follow him, he wonders what might of happened. All this time Bakura thought the princes to be callous that don't give a shit who they take out to further their aspirations. to see weakness is intriguing to him to say the least.
"Father.," whispers Yami as he walks into his dads room.
Staying outside, Bakura eavesdrops even though it may put him in danger. There might be a story here, curious as to what might be to hear from this upcoming conversation between the two. Plus, he finds an interest in this person by the name of Yami. There might be something to gain here aside from rescuing Akefia.
"What is it, Yami? I am a little busy," Aknamkanon says in response as he sets papers down.
Furthering his eavesdropping, Bakura listens intently. The relationship between the younger prince and the Pharaoh is intriguing indeed. It reminds him of how his younger siblings used to be handled by his own father. Unfortunately, he accidentally knocks something over to have an intricate vase clatter to the floor in shards. Gasping, Yami turns around only to have the albino grab him to put a dagger to his neck.
"Don't move," hisses the amber-eyed man, pressing the blade a little more against it to cause a small trickle of blood to descend down his throat. "Unless you want to die, fool."
Yami starts to shake as he grabs Bakura's arm although he doesn't at all push or add any force. The last thing he wants to do is worsen his situation here. It does raise alarm to how this man seems far stronger than himself. Though he guesses some people outside of the palace have time to further such capabilities.
"Well, Pharaoh, I'll release your son in exchange for giving my brother back," says Bakura, eyeing the hostage he has with a smirk before turning his attention back to Yami's father with the utmost defiance, withholdign the utmost hatred. "it's only right for you destroying our entire family and home. Do you care nothing for your people?"
"I cannot release your damned brother. He is not in my custody anymore," the Pharaoh replies.
"Who is he in the custody of then?" demands Bakura to know, glaring daggers at him while he keeps his blade at Yami's throat.
"I can't say," the Pharaoh says simply.
"Well, then...this one is under my custody," sneers Bakura, flicking his attention back to Yami. "Follow me. If you run...I will catch you. Oh, and Pharaoh? You will pay one day for destroying Kul Elna and our family. I don't let grudges go easily. Now, i'll be going... If you send any guards your son will perish."
The king shrugs, "That's fine."
"Good," walking out of the throne room, Bakura sees Yami following with no complaint. "Your brother has mine, right? Tell me the truth or...something unpleasant will happen."
Yami shakes his head, biting his lip. What his father has said does really upset him. No one seems to care about him here. Atem has always been the prized one to have Yami remain in his shadow. All of his life he has felt inferior to his older sibling, doubting he'll ever receive any ounce of kindness, recognition, or anything for that matter.
"You don't need to answer. I already know he is," he laughs dryly though it doesn't meet his eyes. "Your father doesn't give a shit about you, am I correct? Well, you're mine now. So, make yourself useful."
Yami looks at him in a perplexing way, "To do what?"
"Hmm, dodging my questions I see... Well, it's no matter I suppose... In whatever way you can figure out. Let's go find your brother. He might see reason in a trade," he smirks, thinking this plan may work in his favor though he won't know for certain until it happens.
Yami stops in his tracks, "It won't. Atem doesn't care for me either. No one does here nor outside of the palace."
Stowing his blade away, Bakura turns to him to grab his face in his hands, "You're with me now, got it? You have someone who gives a damn about you now. Akefia is my younger brother. I promised to get him out of here to our younger siblings."
Yami looks at him with a little shock as he put his hands on Bakura's arms, "w-What of...me?"
"Like I said...you're with me now. Get used to it. Your father destroyed my village and killed my family. The only ones I have left are my brothers and sister. I can't . afford for Akefia to stay here," he explains simply.
Yami nods as he shrugs, guessing he can go along with this, "His room is on the other side of the castle. He's the prized one after all."
"Good. Make yourself useful to me from here on out. If you do this then it'll end up well for you. No guards are coming after us. So, let's not waste anymore time prattling on. It's time to move."
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