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From Rome, With Love

Summary:

AU, Back in the time of Ancient Rome, 3 different couples fall in love in 3 different ways can they love survive or will it be crushed by they differences.

Author's Notes:

Hi,

I just mange to get this fic back from my sister (She stole it from me, I got it back before she could post it for too long.) But I got it back. that's the good thing :)

And the last section came out off personal experience.

Warnings:

There will be:

Seto/Jounouchi

Bakura/ Ryou

Yami/Yugi

Nothing else really at the moment.

Disclaimers:

I do not own time and space; I also don't own Yu-gi-oh.

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From Rome, With Love

Introduction

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This story takes place in the searing heat of Rome in the Golden age of the Roman Empire. Where the power of Caesar is at it strongest and the persecution of the Christians had already begun. The fall of many great countries had already been toppled by the might of the roman army including Egypt, all of Europe except Britain which looks like that in any day the defences will become useless and The Roman Empire will have another country to its already large domain.

But this story starts and ends in the most powerful city in the world, Rome, this is the story of love among the ranks of the Social standing, love between the richest man in the Empire and a penniless boy, a love between Master and slave and a thief and a wealthy merchant son. Will they love survive or will it be crushed be the weight of the Social standings.

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In the haziness of the heat a tall blonde teenager stumbled to the hard ground below him. The exotic heat that surrounded him burred his vision, and made his head swim.

This sort of tempter was unbearable compared to the cool, crisp heat he was use to back in his native home land called Britain or what the Romans had called Britannia. How he missed his home land.

A tight burn that was coming from his wrist cut deeply in to his creamy skin, the rope that held him captive was slowly being soaked ruby red by his own blood. His own body was pleading for him to sleep and food. The long journey was taking its toll on his body, soon he will reach Rome and he will be bided on by the people of Rome and he will have a master if not he was to be sold at a small price to the Colosseum so that he could be feed by the lions. It is a very dangerous time for the Christians population.

Luckily or maybe unluckily he was a very beautiful boy, His soft white creamy skin, he's tallish frame and he's well toned body where the things many slave owners looked for in a pleasure slave. But what made him stand out from the rest of the slaves was he's silky blonde hair and the most astounding honey gold eyes.

"Get up you filthy slave." the slave trader snarled at the weaken boy and grabbed a lump of the blonde hair and pulled him to his feet. Normally the slave trader would have had the teenage boy beaten for his 'laziness' but if the boy was kept in good condition he would fetch a much higher price, so instead he just pushed him forward. If the slave trader was lucky than he could have his slaves on the market for the morning.

The blonde stumbled forward but kept his balance and once again started to walk to his destination as the blonde reached the final part of his destination and as if from no where the great city of Rome raised from the ground the mighty Colosseum the most breathtaking sight he had ever seen. The night was closing in fast and he still had a long way to go.

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The silence was getting to him; He needed to be with the noise of the city, the hustle and bustle of the people going to and fro the streets looking at the most exotic things in the Empire. The grand house he was in now was so deadly quite. He needed to get out quickly it reminded him of his loneliness to much so he grabbed his leather purse which contained a small amount of money to him but he being the richest man in the empire that was as much as a middle-class citizen earned in a year. So for a normal person it was beyond belief.

But in a few short minutes he was in a crowded street full of yelling merchant trying to sell they products, the crowd seemed to push him closer to the centre of the city. So not really caring where he was heading he just let him be pushed the way into the centre of the city.

His ruby red eyes surveyed the booth that was in front of him. He's tanned fingers picked up a dried plant and brought it closer to his nose and smelled the spicy sent. Placing it back down he went to the booth next to it.

It was full of golden object, none of them seemed to be from Italy they seemed to be from a different time all together. He traced his hand over one object in partially it was a gold upside triangle with an eye engraved into it and it hung from a piece of string. It was very beautiful, he could even see his reflection in it, the man most striking feature was his hair, black spiked hair with red trimming around the edge and some blonde strands fell over his face.

"Well are you going to buy it or not old man?" A partially arrogant young boy looked at him unenthusiastically. He definitely didn't think the older boy had the money for it. With a slight smirk he hurled the leather purse at the boy. Which the young boy looked at him surprised. "You can keep the change."

He pulled the new necklace over his head and turned around when he caught a glimpse at the face, the face that been in his dreams, The angle version of himself, Large beautiful purple eyes, softer skin than himself and almost identical hair the only differences is the height he seems so much smaller than himself and he was also muddy and dirty so it was apparent he was a much poorer person. Looking around again he was no where to be seen. Deciding to forget about the small boy and headed of to his bed.

And most likely a dream featuring the sweet angle.

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Night is when he makes his money, tonight's target a VERY rich merchant, and he partially controls half the trade that comes in and out of Rome. And he definitely not someone a regular thief should or in fact would try to break into his house because the place is full of guards swarming around to keep thieves out or may be it to keep something in either way he was going in. within a few minutes and a few unconscious guards later he was in the house.

Slowly scanning the darkness around him he started to look for something he could sell. He saw a vase, a bookshelf, a priceless painting, some jewels. But nothing like he was after for some reason he was after something more, normally he would have gladly got any one of these thing, well maybe not the bookcase, but the others was something he would go for.

Entering another room they was a poorly built door which looked like went down to the cellar. Almost instantly he eyes was caught to a mirror with gold and gems incrusted in it. He walked over there boldly and looked at the frame when he finally gave up and looked at himself in the mirror. White snowy hair, with cold brown eyes he's tall and steam line perfect for his job. It would be a lie if he wasn't proud of his looks, smirking at him self, he turned round and came face to face to a pair of Yellow cat like eyes in fact it was a cat.

The man smirked and was about to stroke it when the cat lashed out bearing its claws it jumped directly at his face, and pushing its claws into the poor thief face stumbling backwards until he remembered the flimsy door that was behind him until it was too late. Losing balance he fell down the cold hard stairs when he finally reached the bottom his head was spinning, fighting off unconscious he slowly recognised a bed; this wasn't a cellar it was a bedroom. Finally noticing a figure coming slowly towards him from the bed, he lost he's fight with consciousness.

He blacked out!

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