Sorry if this is one of those stories that a lot of people have done. I've had this idea for a couple months and decided to try it out.

The small priest in training named Seto let out a growl as the sun beat down on his tan skin. His Pharaoh had made him go to Rome in hopes to bring the two nations into an agreement to end the long lasting bloodshed. He sat next to Pharaoh Akunumkanon, Atem's father, as he discussed the future treaty between the two powerful countries with the king of Rome, Gozoburo Caesar. The salt and pepper-haired man seem to barely pay attention as he watched two gladiators in the large coliseum duke it out. "I don't see why we have to talk about this now." Gozoburo yawned and ran a hand along his grey hair, not even glimpsing at the old, highly dressed Pharaoh and his priest-in-training minion.

Seto looked over to the battlefield, wondering what could be that damn interesting. There was a smaller man dressed in lustre metal armour against an obese man with brown, light leather armour. "What's so great about this barbaric game?" The little Seto spoke out of turn as the large man swung his long sword at the short, thin man only to have it evade it with easy. Seto's eyes widened in shocked. That was a magnificent block and almost seemed impossible to do at that.

"Please," Gozoburo asked with courtesy, running a finger against his furry chin, "I seem to not be the only one interested in the fight, my Pharaoh. Let's discuss the terms later, I'll have you know you're more than safe in my presence."

"I see," Akunumkanon rejoined, making sure he remained in an upright position, the pharaohic way. Back straight, head high, legs slightly parted, and arm snaking down along the arm rest.

The priest-in-training watched them small man in interest as he blocked, dodged and then went on the attack, turning the whole battle around, putting the large man into a defensive state, trying to ward off the small man. The man in leather was about to sing back into the attack when he tripped back. Seto was sure he heard the little man cackle and smack the larger one with the side of his sword, throwing him into unconsciousness. The man took off his opponent's helmet to reveal a tan, fat man with a mohawk. "Caesar!" The man yelled in with an odd accent. "My lord, what say you?"

Gozoburo laid back slightly, moving a hand to his eyes to provide shade and another out, his thumb erected up. Seto and Akunumkanon both raised an eyebrow before the king snapped the thumb down and the stadium around cheered. "What's going on?" Seto asked, ready to stand.

"The man shall not live." Is all the Caesar got out before the small man's sword glided into his opponent's chest, a small gush of blood spraying quickly on the winner. "He's boring as all, but him," he pointed to the victor, "that man is Katsu Jounouchi, my greatest warrior." He let out a chuckle. "He seems to have a stroke of luck on his side, which is very interesting."

"What about him?" The pharaoh asked, not faltered by the blood and gore. "He seems like another warrior to me."

The man took off his helmet to show his pale, sweat-covered face and cheered at his victory to the roaring crowd. "Katsu is the champion!!" He screamed happily, jumping up and down and throwing his helmet to the side. "Bring me anyone ya got!"

Gozoburo laughed and clapped. "He's quite amusing if I so say so myself." He looked at Seto, who seemed to gawk at the newly discovered rough blonde male as he started dancing. "Very pleasing to the eye, right priest?" The king chuckled and leaned on a hand. "I can tell him he has a fan from so high up. I'm sure he'd be delighted to meet a priest."

"What are you suggesting?" Seto spat rudely, not liking the tone in the mighty ruler's voice. He lifted his lip in disgust.

"I'm saying that maybe that would be a good trade." Gozoburo said as though the blonde roughian was an item to give. "A gift for the treaty, right? I give you him to show that we are in treaty."

Akunumkanon let out a sigh. Finally the King was talking business. He didn't want the sloppy looking boy, but if it started things on their way to a treaty he'd play along. "Yes, Seto can take care of that, as for you and I, the treaty should get underway." He stood up quickly, the sun glaring in Gozoburo's eyes as he followed the Pharaoh. "Shall we begin?"

Gozoburo nodded and stood too, waving for Akunumkanon to follow him. "I shall have a servant of mine escort you the dinning room. Katsu will meet you there," he walked away with the Pharaoh close behind.

Seto let out another growl. Why was he always the one to take care of the lower forms? If it were up to him such roughians would get what was coming to them and end their life to save time and energy. Who were they to be called gifts to people such as him? Dirty, filthy gift indeed. It would be like training a stupid canine. Did he really want to deal with that? He knew the Pharaoh wouldn't want such a mutt. Seto might have been young, but he wasn't stupid. "High Priest?" A little brownish-red headed girl asked with a big smile. "Come with me, sire." She gracefully walked ahead of him, with her hands in front, clasped together.

"That didn't take long." Seto sneered as he followed her. The girl's hair wagged back and forth like a tail as she walked.

"Actually, it's been quite a while," she just muttered as she opened a large door with some struggle to reveal a huge, marble white room with a long table where the sweaty warrior man was eating. "Katsu!" The girl cheered running up to the warrior. The blonde man stood up, making it apparent to Seto that he was an older man.

He boy stood up and took the slave girl into his arms. "Shizuka!" He cried happily and nuzzled into her. "Did you see me? I was great!" He picked the girl up and twirled her around as she giggled and held on tight. The girl was obviously younger than Seto, but all much as he figured in this land the girl was most likely a wife... or lover.

Or not.

"Of course you were daddy!" She cheered as her legs swung limp as they spun. He stopped and let go, both stumbling around slightly with shits and giggles before leaning on the other. Seto cleared his throat loudly, making the blonde and the red head look at him. "Katsuya saw you too!!" The girl jumped away and bowed to the priest. "Sorry, priest Seto." She scampered away and shut the door on her way out, leaving her father to the mercy of priest; if Seto had any.

"Lord Caesar relayed that yer a fan, I guess." Katsu grinned and sat down, picking up a large cooked leg from some animal. "Not dat I'm complainin' if you are, nice to know the youth are interested in my talent." He dug into the leg like an animal, pieces flying everywhere.

Seto cringed at the horrible sight. Never in his life had he seen such improper etiquette. "You're going to choke, idiot." He spat at the disgusting man.

Katsu looked up angrily, still chewing on the meat. "Hey, you mind yer own damn--" Suddenly tears filled his eyes as he felt something lodge in an odd part of his through. It felt like fire and he couldn't even cough let alone breath. He tried to inhale but the only made it worst and he grabbed his throat, not knowing what to do. Without his even realising it the priest made his way around to the back of the blonde. Katsu looked down at the freaked out boy and fell onto the floor. Seto put his little arms around the pale man's stomach and pushed into the abdomen, but nothing, so Seto did it again, this time heaving harder.

Katsu kakked out a small ball of chewed up meat and the priest quickly let go of him so he fell to the ground, trying to catch his breath. "Idiot," Seto hissed, looking down at the old man, "planning to do that again?" The blonde nodded as he coughed on the floor, not able to speak. Seto knelt down and laughed at the warrior, raking his finger roughly through Katsu's messy hair his hiss turned into a snicker. "You're simpleton."

"Thanks a lot, kid." He sputtered, still trying to clear his throat. Suddenly a golden chalice full of a purple-red coloured wine was handed to him, complements of the priest who just recently seem to have saved his life. He chugged the wine, satisfying his rough throat. "Th-ank you." He looked up to see the little priest looking at him with curious blue eyes. "Odd..." his eyes wouldn't look away from the dark crystalline orbs.

"What is?" Seto asked, trying to figure out what would be so weird.

"You got blue eyes kid," the man stated the obvious. "I didn't know Egyptian's could have those colour eyes."

"Thanks for noticing idiot." Seto spat and bopped the older man on the head. "You seem to have the intelligence of a pig."

The old warrior laughed and patted the little boy on the head. "You're gonna be someone great someday aren't cha kid?" He grinned at the boy and leaned back a bit, closing his eyes. "Yep, you'll be someone great and my boy 'n' girl'll hear praises of you're name I'm sure."

Tears suddenly entered the boy's eyes and he jumped on the warrior. "Thank you!" He rubbed his nose into the man's sweaty dirt-covered shirt. "No one's ever said something so nice to me."

The old man chuckled and patted the boy on his head before tucking his hand between Seto's slightly long hair and the back of his neck, giving him a hug back. "Its okay boy..." he chuckled using his free hand to pat Seto on the back. "You're a good kid, one day people'll know it too, if they don't already see it."

"Thank you, mister." He turned his head and that's when he saw some little blonde boy. No... he wasn't some little blonde boy... he was a beautiful little blonde boy. "Who are you?"

"I should be the one askin' that, bein' that you got yer arms wrapped around my pops." The boy said in a weak tenor voice with cockiness the to-be priest never heard before. "So who the heck are you?"

Seto stood up proudly as the boy came closer curiously. "I'm Seto, the next in line as High Priest and second next to be pharaoh," he crossed his arms and continued, the boy still nearing, "I'm eleven years old and I can do whatever I want."

The boy looked down to the boy who didn't even make it to his chin. "Well shorty, you can be what ever, but you're still a shrimp." He patted the boy on the head tauntingly as his father stood up. "I'm Katsuya Jounouchi, I'm ten years old, an' goin' to be the second best warrior in all of Rome, my dad being first and all."

Seto laughed, wanted to break the will of the ignorant boy. "Oh don't worry, you can still be number one. You're dad is coming with me as a gift for completing the treaty between Egypt and Rome."

"What?" Both Katsu and Katsuya barked angrily, wanting to know just what the little priest was talking about.

Seto grinned to the older man with a childish glint of hope in his eyes. "You can be my dad!" He cheered, no one knowing how serious he was being. "I want you to be my dad... no one else's. Not Katsuya's, not Shizuka's, only mine! And you can tell me how great I am all the time... and when the Priest Akunadin tells me I'm bad at what I do and I'll never be anything you can scare him because you're a warrior and you could easily do that!" He let out a pant as a result of not breathing as he spoke.

"I'm sorry Seto, but as long as I can, I'm staying with my children, they're all I got," he smiled down as his son clamped onto his leg, "and I'm all they got. That's why I haven't let myself die yet."

Seto brought his hands to his chest as tears came down from his eyes. "But I want that!"

It wasn't long before the little Shizuka came back with her head down, "Priest Seto, Pharaoh Akunumkanon and King Gozoburo are done... I'll escort you back to you're master."

"But what about the gift?" Seto cried, feeling like he needed someone to be there for him. He needed Katsuya's father more than the blonde ever would! At least in his opinion.

"Your pharaoh refused my father..." she said brightly, holding her hands together. "The king and you're pharaoh came to a treaty! Both our countries are safe now!" She grabbed Seto's hand and pulled him away. He tried to fight back, but the little girl was very strong when excited. Seto didn't want to leave... he wanted to stay with the warrior known as Katsu.

"No!" Seto screamed before he was taken away and inevitably, back to Egypt where he grew for the next seven years. His father, who happened to be the priest Akunadin without him knowing it, had died only years before, making Seto responsible for finding a priest to take over if he were to become of the dead. Being in Rome and meeting was a distant memory, one that never made it's way to the surface of Seto's mind.

He chose a bright-eyed boy named Mokuba, who was the closest thing he could say he really held as a family member. "Aah, one of several names for the god of the moon. He was described as a man wearing the moon symbol, which was a combination of the full moon and the crescent." The boy with long, shaggy raven black hair muttered to his teacher, mentor, and the one he called his brother. "Geb, the earth god, father of Osiris." Mokuba recited from memory as Seto went over some notes for a temple ritual.

"Good job and who is Osiris?" Seto asked as he slid a piece of magnifying glass, rimmed with gold, over the scroll he was reading. Every year his eyesight seemed to get a little worse and he figured it wouldn't be long before he just went blind.

Mokuba let out a groan and leaned back, closing his eyes and crossing his arms, "Osiris... God of underworld and judge of dead; son of Geb and Nut." He smiled at Seto, knowing that he was making his surrogate brother proud, even though the line that showed to separate the High Priest's mouth stayed a flat, unmovable line. "Can I be done for the day? I want to get ready to go to the Festival of Ra!" He pouted when Seto didn't answer. "Please?"

"Knock yourself out kid." He let out, before Mokuba scampered off, knowing the priest was ready to change his mind if Mokuba didn't show the right enthusiasm. It wasn't like he could have fun anymore. The holder of the millennium rod was no longer able to have fun... if what his so-called father called fun was actually the truth. He had to do an important ritual in the temples of Ra, Horus, and Osiris. Not one, but three important gods and he happened to be the high priest. That wasn't the worst part though. This was all for Atem, when he died, how comforting. He became Pharaoh not long ago and was very young, but it was something Seto had to study up on since his father died. It was just a shame that Atem received the job over him.

Not that Seto ever wanted that responsibility, but Atem was beyond spoiled by his father and did not have the proper training Akunumkanon was supposed to uphold, being the less cruel of the two brothers. He inherited the millennium puzzle and all the responsibilities of the previous pharaoh. He wasn't ready and Seto knew the trade by heart... and all in all, he felt he was much better than his wayward cousin and was even born before him. If it wasn't for his father being the second born twin, Seto could be Pharaoh right now and Atem could the lousy priest and him were always meant to be.

He let out a groan and slid his had into his crossed arms on the table. So much had happened in the sort time of one year. The woman he loved, Kisara, died in order to being about the blue-eyes white dragon, his father parishes soon after, only revealing on his deathbed that he was truly Seto's father and the he was betrothed to a woman he couldn't stand. None of this was his wanting. He wanted the woman he tried so hard to protect, he didn't want to be a priest, and he sure as hell didn't want to marry that slut of a woman Neith. She was cruel and wicked... much like Seto, but that's not what he wanted. He actually just wanted to be left alone.

"Seto!" A strong voice hollered throughout the room in a booming fashion, but the priest decided to ignore it, in wrapping the scroll even further to read the hieroglyphics on how to perform the temple rituals properly. Atem stomped in with his cape fluttering heavily behind him with the most pissed off look he could muster. "You're killing off too many damn slaves! At this rate we'll have none left!"

"None, dear pharaoh?" The priest chucked, not stopping his studies. No unimportant matter would stop him from finishing what he needed to know. "If it there were no slaves left there wouldn't be many royalty left either... and we have oh-so many of those." His voice became that of a muse as his magnified glass skimmed the hieroglyphics.

"You know what I mean." Atem growled, not liking how Seto never seemed to pay attention to him. "You're killing off slaves faster then we can replace them." He slammed his fists on the table; rattling bottles of ink and shaking the candles, making the fire flicker until the wax sticks balanced.

Seto didn't even flinch. "They didn't follow my order," he muttered, "so I only did them a favour by killing them off quickly before..." he let out a snicker, "they displeased you, my lord."

"Well then, since my men can't seem to find worthy slaves, you can go out and buy enough for the ones you've killed." Atem smirked; knowing Seto couldn't back out of it. "I'll give you the proper amount of gold and you can bring some guard." He leaned across the table to bring his nose within a few centimetres of Seto's. "Since you know which ones are worthy and which ones aren't."

And sure enough Atem wasn't joking. Seto soon found himself in the middle of the market. Jewellery merchants trying to heckle a few silver pieces out of the local wealth, slave traders trying to make a profit from the human lives they captured. That's where Seto was heading. He kicked up tons of dust on the dirt covered marble road that was set up to impress travelling foreigners.

He was making his way down when a streak of yellow and ivory fly past him. The streak seemed to have a rope dangling form the end of it and Seto grabbed on and pulled on it. The slave attached to the rope let out a squeak before smacking in face into the hard marble. "Sonova bi--" The slave muttered on the pavement, his nose felt completely flattened. He didn't move, but shifted his eyes to his pale, but slightly reddened arms. They were bounded together by a thick, horsehair rope. He only realised someone was on the other end of the rope when it was yanked on. "The hell!" The blonde-haired, red-eyed slave looked up to see a towering man dressed in a long, purple robe.

"You!" Seto barked angrily, knowing who the slave was. All the memories of his short time in Rome flooding back like a swollen dam-break. "What the hell are you doing here like this, Katsu?!"

The blonde eyes widened. "That's my dad's name, who the hell are you?!" He demanded, forgetting about his whole predicament as he tried to use his practically fused together hands to lift himself up. The man who seemed to know his father's name actually helped him up and began to chuckle. "What?"

"Katsuya..." he purred, forcefully pulling the short, blonde close to him. "Looks like I've grown... shrimp." The priest put on a smirk as the slave remained confused, "I'm Seto... that boy who wanted you're dad as a pet."

Katsuya's eyes widened those taunting words. "Oh shit... why don't I like this all of a sudden?" He whimpered and tried to pull away from the taller man. He tried to wriggle to make the rope loosen away from the priest's hand, but to counteract Katsuya obvious tactics he slowly wrapped the rope around his hand over and over in an almost taunting way. "What the hell are you going to do?"

Seto's eye widened in excitement as he licked his lips. "Buy you..." he muttered before his head shot from side to side, looking for the merchant in charge of slave trade.

A man ran up to the priest and rebel slave. "I am so sorry sire! This maggot will be punished! Severely." He gasped and tried to grab the rope, but Seto thrust his hand away. The man looked up at Seto then back at the hand with the rope and tried again, only to fail once more.

"How much for this one?" Seto asked smoothly, bringing his gaze back onto his subjugate soon-to-be slave.

"B-but... this slave just tried to escape!" The ecstatic merchant explained, waving his hands up and down. If he sold a slave to such an obviously wealthy person and the slaved acted up again, it would be the merchants head! And if not his head it would be even worse! His business! Then he'd have no way of supporting his wife and children! "I can't let you take him! If word gets out that my slaves aren't trained, I'm ruined!"

"You won't be ruined, I want him like he is." Seto hissed and Katsuya could have sworn he saw the priest's eyes slit. "If that is so hard to understand maybe I'll teach you." A large guard suddenly appeared behind Seto and stood as a great warning to the man.

"F-fine... eh... twenty pieces of silver?" He was being desperately cheap being the slave was obviously not taught how to be an obedient slave from his last master.

"I'll give you thirty for this one alone if you bring me three good others." Seto bartered with the man as the guard behind him took Katsuya's rope already knowing to be gentle with him or there could be dire consequences. "None like that one, I want loyal, strong, and hard workers of course for the other three."

The merchant nodded silently and waved for the priest to follow. They didn't go very far before stopping at a large, muscular Egyptian man who was practically bald except for a patch on the back of his head. The patch was only large enough to put into a long ponytail. Seto looked up and down the tall man with a sneer. He looked dirty, but of course they all were, even Katsuya was, but the blonde never looked like he ever was a slave before. Covered in dried muck and mud, scraps and scabs, and the scars from a life of whippings told like a story on his back.

Seto stepped around the large man, looking for any imperfection that might cripple the man from going about his work properly. All in all the man seemed fine though, looked like a strong worker and was obviously trained well. He groped at the tall man's chin and his mouth automatically opened, the slave knowing the routine. Seto checked his teeth to see how rotted out they were at this point only to find they where quite nice for a slave. "Well sire?" The man finally asked, almost afraid that breaking the looming silence would be his downfall. Sure, the market was loud and people rambled, but the priest seemed to seen hanging onto sanity by only a few threads. Not something a humble man like himself wanted to loose his business over.

"He'll do." He said and looked up at the giant. "Tell me wretch, whom else do you see fit as servants to the High Priest Seto."

The slave slowly brought his hands out, being he was tied up and pointed at two boys with quite pale skin for the Egyptian sun. One had long, bushy white hair while the other had long silky black. "Those two are extremely hard workers though they look weak, your lordship, very loyal and never question their masters." The large slave's voice was deep, but filled with so much serenity that it was hard to believe such a person could own it.

"And you'd never tell you master a lie, would you?" Seto asked, signalling for the guards to get the said slaves. "There would be dire consequences."

"Never, your lordship." He muttered, bowing his head, knowing if he were to bow completely, wouldn't be getting up for awhile.

"Good." He gave the trader his amount due and looked at his new pet, which so desperately tried to get free of the many guards that held him. "Now lets go." He snapped his fingers and the other two slaves, along with the large one where taken into custody by Seto guards and he looked down to Katsuya. "I think I'd like to walk my new pet." He took the rope to the guards, pulling Katsuya close, a smirk seemed to be plastered to his lips. "Come now, my little doggy."

How's my first chapter? -sighs- I did a lot of practice before starting up writing again... I hope its okay... Syonara!

I still need a beta! Pretty please? (I tried to edit this... as you can see I still messed up a bunches)