Himmels: Hur hur hur, yet another story to our collection. We are currently doing two others while beta reading, but we have a system.

Draculina: Before y'all get yourselves into a tizzy about what will become of this story, just to let y'all know, this is a yaoi aka male paired with male.

Himmels: Those of you who don't like things like that, then don't read it, because hell, we really don't care. Those of you that do like it, the pairing will be YukixHatsuharu.

Draculina: Our favorite guy pairing on Fruits Basket. We don't own Fruits Basket, by the way. If we did, we wouldn't be writing fanfictions and Fruits Basket would have gay couples.

Himmels: As we told you in the summary, the setting is Ancient Greece. Back then, it wasn't that uncommon for a man to have a boy lover or a woman to have a girl lover. Haha, there were even techniques on how to seduce a boy and obligations that the boy had to meet to have a older man.

Draculina: Freaked us out when we were younger, but now we are open-minded to things like that. The title and chapters are in Greek, if that wasn't obvious enough. We hope you enjoy our story!

Chapter 1

Kyrievo

The ship rocked back and forth, nauseating Yuki. Years spent being treated like a prince he wasn't used to slave labor. Currently, he was sitting on one of the low benches with his hands being untied by a large Greek man. His hands were bond to a long oar before, when he was helping them row away from the latest war zone. Yuki didn't know that he entered a battle field when he was delivering that message. And on top of that, he lost the message when the Greeks captured him.

Yuki was traveling with his older brother, Ayame, before he got seized. Ayame told him not too far ahead, but thinking that his older brother was just being the protective being that he was, Yuki didn't listen and traveled farther. Yuki was always a curious one. He saw smoke rising from beyond a small forest of trees and his inquisitive nature took hold of him. Walking at leisure through the tall, spacious trees, he swung his sword around in play.

The sword cut through the air with a sharp sound. Yuki was famous back home for his talented swordsmanship. It came naturally for him. He soon became the best of the best and was regarded as royalty. Though he wouldn't admit it, he was rather spoiled to being treated like that. He wasn't aware of how people would behave toward him in Thracian country, let alone the Greeks that he was about to encounter.

Singing an ode to Aphrodite, he wandered slowly towards the accidental destination. Yuki wasn't aware of the fact that the Greeks were at war with the Thracians, for he wasn't Greek or Thracian. He wasn't even from Troy for that matter. He was from what they called the Asia Minor back then. They weren't noticed that much, so they were generally left alone. The Thracians were more aware of the Asians then the Greeks. It was typical of them to think that they were superior to the Asians.

The smell of smoke became more prominent as he reached the end of the forest. Moving some branches out of the way and ducking his head, so he didn't scrape his scalp against them, he raised his head when finally through. He blinked at the barren and burned field in front of him. Spears protruded from the ground and swords next to bodies lay scattered. He stepped farther into the remains and examined the damage to see how long ago it has happened. Judging by the fire and the rather fresh dead bodies, it seemed that the victorious army hasn't been gone long, if they weren't gone at all.

For the sake of safety, Yuki stepped back from the field and started back to the forest. Instinct told him that the champion army was still around somewhere; probably either checking the dead farther up or maybe patrolling for retreating enemy soldiers. One way or the other, the position that Yuki was in was dangerous.

Moving the branches again, Yuki rushed back into the forest. He didn't run, for that would draw attention to him if a potential foe was near. Using the trees as cover, he stealthily maneuvered in the shadows that the setting sun offered. He was half-way into the wood when he started to hear voices. Yuki halted immediately and put his back to a tree trunk, panting slightly.

"A wondrous victory on our part, eh Eudorus?" laughed a man, stepping heavily through the brush.

Three men walked together with their swords resting upon their shoulders in a casual way. They didn't seem worried about any survivors.

The one named Eudorus smiled and nodded, "Yes, we will always be the conquerors if our leader is Achilles. But for now, Nikomedes, let's concentrate on our given job."

Nikomedes clicked his tongue and said, "You're such a stickler."

The remaining unnamed one leaned against a tree and yawned, "Why do we have to search for survivors? I doubt that anyone made it through that fight. Does Achilles want to bring some slaves home or something?"

Eudorus frowned and replied, "I don't know, but he did say don't kill the ones that look interesting."

"Interesting?" the man grinned with a quirked eyebrow.

"Interesting in his opinion, of course." Eudorus chuckled with his companions and continued, "I think he might be getting them to return a favor to Odysseus, but don't take my word for it. He might want to keep a few for himself. I don't know. Let's just get back to work, shall we, Tycho?"

"Yes, yes," he said with a sigh, "Eager, are we?"

"I just want to get home. I'm sure you do to."

Tycho nodded and stood straight from the tree.

When the men started to move again, Yuki crept as silently as possible through the cover. He didn't know who they were, but he did recognize the name Achilles and from that name came all the tales he heard about Achilles' army winning battles that were fifty to a thousand. Yuki doubted that they were entirely true, but he wasn't about to take a chance.

Slowly, he put his sword into the scabbard on his back and crawled vulpine like, making sure he was not seen. Though, being seen wasn't his concern, it was being heard that made his heart quicken. The sticks and dead leaves weren't on his side today. The crunch underneath his feet didn't seem to be attracting their attention, thankfully, but how long would this luck last? He managed to get past them at a creeping speed. He expected to be seen. He expected to be heard.

But he did not expect someone to appear in front of him.

As he was escaping the three men behind him, he was looking back and picking up a quicker pace to get away. He gasped and felt his blood go cold when he collided into a hard body. The man in front of him turned around swiftly and drew his sword while grabbing him roughly. Yuki was lifted off the ground with a grunt by the neckline of his armor. Yuki was completely shadowed by Greek. He was surprised his head managed to reach his chest. Not only was the Greek towering over Yuki, but he was also massive compared to Yuki's lean body. His waist was probably smaller then the other's thigh.

"Ngh!" Yuki strained, his head throw back trying to escape the swords edge as the Greek pressed it against his throat.

"So we do have survivors." The Greek stated with a small cock of the head.

Abandoning the idea of trying to escape the grip of his hand and the gleaming edge of the sword, Yuki thrust his arm back and struck the Greek as hard as possible on the side of his face. There was a momentary break in the Greek's strength against him, and Yuki took the opportunity without hesitation. With a quick and hard kick to the gut, Yuki was dropped from the man's grasp and he hit the ground running.

The Greek shouted something out and his fellow warriors spontaneously came to his aid. They caught sight of Yuki and knew exactly what was happening. They drew their swords and attacked. Knowing what their plan was, Yuki knew that they didn't attack to kill, only to capture. Yuki blocked the swipes from the four men, but they were amazingly skilled and he knew that he was already losing this battle. The only choice now was to flee.

He slashed the man known as Eudorus' sword and jumped high in the air with a kick aimed at the shield, causing the Greek to stumble back. They may be skilled, but they weren't used to the fighting style of the Asians. Yuki's people were good at hand in hand combat and he wasn't afraid of demonstrating this to his opponents. As for now, however, getting back to Ayame and running was the only idea he had within his head.

When he landed from the kick, Yuki bolted. The Greeks were no where near as fast as him, but they were yelling and calling for assistance. Greeks were materializing out of no where and diving for the potential gift to Achilles. Dodging the arms and ropes that tried to trip him, Yuki sprinted through the forest. He soon came to realize that he wasn't going the right way. His brother was south, Yuki was going west.

In panic for his stupid mistake, Yuki slid to a stop and attempted to turn the other direction. He wasn't aware of how close the Greeks were to him and was sorely regretting stopping, but what was the point of running the wrong direction?

No matter which way he turned, the Greeks were blocking him off. Yuki ran the only direction that wasn't covered: north. That was the gravest mistake he could make. Yuki was so concentrated with the Greeks chasing him that he wasn't aware of the fact that they had to be camp of them somewhere. Like an anthill they were, and instead of a queen, they had a king; Achilles. And Achilles wanted slaves. If Achilles wants slaves, then he will get them. No two ways about it.

Or at least that was how his followers thought.

Yuki ran like a bat out of Hades through that camp. Once he saw them, he knew he couldn't stop. Stopping was automatic servitude for the boy that was treated like royalty. Kicking up dust, he practically flew through the camp of Greeks. Most of them looked up in total confusion and then at each other in question. When the mob chasing after Yuki stampeded out of the foliage, the other Greeks instantly stood and prepared for the chase also.

"Calm down, men." Achilles shook his head and waved of his hand, "It doesn't take that many Myrmidons to catch one boy."

"Instinct." One of them told him with a shrug and grin.

Yuki was probably the only one that didn't find any humor within the sarcasm. Yuki was running into a cave, hoping that he would be able to throw the Greeks off, but all they did was split up. Now, Yuki was cornered in the large cave with four men, including the one he knew as Eudorus. First, Yuki tried fighting to get through, then tried running in between them, but nothing seemed to be able to break them apart. Panting and glaring, Yuki was backed into a wall with no where to go all the while the Greeks stalked closer to him.

He tried one more time to break through by running, but two of the men ran forward and caught him and pushed him back into the ground. The shock of being thrown down so hard vibrated through his limbs like lightning. Yuki closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in pain, but the stinging retreated quickly and tolerable throbbing took its place. In that one brief moment of stillness, Eudorus threw a large fish net over Yuki.

Almost as quickly as the pain disappeared, Yuki just as quickly got tangled within the mass of rope. With a startled cry and wide eyes, Yuki struggled within the net, which only served to constrict him more.

"Well, that was fun." One of the Greeks said. He stepped forward to hold Yuki down and pick him up when he calmed down, but was forced back by the flailing limbs. "Hmm," the man mumbled and then said, "So who wants to touch him?"

Eudorus rolled his eyes and didn't waste any movement when he lunged forward and caught Yuki by the neck. The air was knocked out of his throat and he soon gripped Eudorus' hand from underneath the net weakly. Just about when his vision started to go black, Eudorus let go and Yuki sputtered and coughed like mad. His breath was ragged, but other then that, he was still.

One man put Yuki's knees underneath both arms and another wound his arms around his torso, so that Yuki was nearly spread eagle. This technique of carrying Yuki restricted his ways of wiggling out of the Greek's grip. Every time he got close to breaking a little bit free, a hand came and struck him hard. By the time they made it back to the Myrmidon camp, Yuki had blood streaming down his nose, bleeding lip, and there was a narrow cut on his hairline that streaked a crimson creek down his forehead.

Still breathing hard and trying with no succeed to get out of the Greeks' hands; they dropped Yuki without a hint of care, in front of Achilles. Gradually, they untangled him out of the mess and hoisted him to his knees while binding his wrists. Yuki glared up at the leader of the men, which caused Achilles to smirk. Reaching down, Achilles caught Yuki by the chin and turned his face to look at him in different angles.

Yuki growled and twisted his head away from Achilles' grip and then bit down hard his hand.

"You little bastard!" Achilles tore his hand away and looked at Yuki as if he was an odd and newly discovered animal and then said, "Just tie him up."

"This one is definitely going to Odysseus, I bet." Nikomedes mumbled to Eudorus.

He snickered to him and said, "I don't know. He might not want his friend bitten."

Hauling Yuki over to a narrow tree, they tied him with his arms behind his back. Before they did that, however, they stripped him of his armor and sword, so all he bore was his war skirts.

Another man came forward then and glanced over at Yuki. He blinked and stopped in his tracks with a wry smile and then said, "Heh, I didn't know Thracians were capable of being good-looking." He then reached down to touch Yuki's hair.

With a fortunate glance in that direction, Tycho grimaced and lunged forward, "No, no, no! Don't put your hand near his face! He bit Achilles!"

The man jumped back like Yuki was poison and then laughed, "Those Thracians really are insane."

"I don't think he's Thracian. Look at him." Eudorus pointed, "His eyes are narrow and his facial structure isn't as rough."

The two men stared at Yuki, noticing everything that was a little different from the usual faces they saw and making guesses to where he was from. Despite himself, Yuki was growing a little unnerved underneath the unending stares of not only the two men in front of him, but from all the Greeks who saw that his face was unique compared to the ones they were used to seeing.

Yuki wasn't tied up long, for the Myrmidons packed up the easily transported war items. They planned on leading Yuki like a dog to their next destination, but of course, the stubborn swordsman wasn't going to let that happen without a fight. He fought against the binds and pulled back frequently when the Greeks tugged him forward. All of them were soon growing annoyed and they eventually ended up throwing Yuki over a horse's back. Whenever Yuki moved too much, he would nearly fall if it wasn't for the Greek above him grabbing hold. After he stopped struggling for a good while, the Greeks almost rewarded him by letting him sit up on the horse. The Greek kept one arm around his waist and held the reins in the other. At the slightest movement, the Greek would tighten his grip painfully and bit his nails into Yuki's side.

They traveled this way for quite some time. It was late and Yuki ended up drowsing even while he rode. Though he didn't like how close the man was behind him, he did benefit of the fact that his body heat kept him warm. Hours went by and they soon met up with the ocean, where boats awaited them. Yuki woke with a start when the horse stopped. The Greek slid off the horses back quickly and pulled him down after him.

And that pretty much brings things to where, Yuki is now. It is night time once more and his muscles were sore from the constant rowing all day. He couldn't see land in any direction and he knew that the farther away the wind takes him, the farther he was away from Ayame and his home. When there was still land in sight, Yuki tried jumping the ship a few times to get away, but they only pushed him down into the ships lower chambers where the other slaves were held when they grew tired of his antics. It wasn't until land was gone when a Greek came down and looked throughout the slaves to find Yuki and bring him back up to work. They wanted to punish him, because he gave them a tough time during the capturing, while the others were simple.

The Greeks sat him down next to a man that could handle him if he got loose and then tied his hand to the oar. Even when the others got breaks, Yuki's hands remained tied. It wasn't until they were much farther into the ocean and night has fallen before they let him go. Once they did, he immediately retreated away from them, in hopes that they wouldn't take heed to his presence. Quite the opposite situation, actually.

Some of the Greeks saw Yuki's unusual beauty. Though it was obvious he was a boy, he would easily be mistaken for a girl if only for a longer skirt. One man grabbed him tightly by the wrist, surely causing a bruise to gradually develop, and dragged him over to where the men sat and talked amongst themselves about the victory and about what they planned on doing first when they arrived home. When the man threw Yuki to the ground, another tangled his hand into his hair, making Yuki wince and nearly cry out. The man pulled Yuki towards him, making him crawl, and then held him close.

"What a pretty face," the man said looking at Yuki lustfully, "Achilles, are you sure you want to give this one up?"

Looking towards them, Achilles answered, "I'll be keeping a few." Then he grinned, "Is this one a request? He does bite, you know."

"Yes, well, so do I." the man answered coyly and pulled Yuki, if possible, even closer.

With a small whimper, Yuki placed the flats of his hands on the man's chest and pushed back.

The man chuckled a little darkly and said, "You don't like me?"

Yuki pushed harder and leaned farther away.

The Greek grappled to his hair again and forced him closer and said with a grin, "Kiss me and I'll let you go."

Yuki's face flushed and he tried to distance himself from the other. The men around them snickered and watched.

"So you want to remain in my arms?" he asked when Yuki didn't move towards his mouth. When he wiggled his body and leaned some more the man said simply in response, "Well, then, you're going to have to kiss me."

With a sudden burst of energy, Yuki shot out of the man's arms and ran to the other side of the boat. When a few of the Greeks stood to retrieve him, the man waved them down with a small laugh and said, "Just let him go. I don't care."

Curled up, trying to block the cold and chilling wind, Yuki shivered in the shadows. He got his wish and none of the men came to get him out of his fetal position. The Greeks slowly drifted off one by one into sleep while a few stayed up for night watch. Yuki fell into a fitful sleep and hoped that when he woke that all of this would be a dream and he would be back with his brother delivering a message to a king. And at that palace of the king, he would be treated like royalty as always and people would respect him. Everything would be normal.

Himmels: We would like to acknowledge our beta reader for this story, Achillia daughter of Peleus! Her penname is the greatest for our story, ja?

Draculina: She is awesome -nods-. She's just as obsessed about Ancient Greece as we are, so yeehaw! Haha!

Himmels: As we said before, if you don't like yaoi, then don't bother on reviewing and telling me so. We really don't care. Gay marriage was legalized in San Francisco May 16, 2008, so ha. Let's hope it stays that way...

Draculina: Those of you that don't mind yaoi, then go ahead and review! We'll update quicker if you do.