Me: I know this chapter will sound strange compared to my other stories. That's because I typed this some time at the beginning of this the year, and it's just been sitting in its fold. So, might as well see what you all think of it. Also, the grammar here, again it's a few months old and I HAVE improved since, it shitty. I might or might not go back and revamp it. All depends if I'm up for it. But the future chapters will be better worded and such.

Star: Neko-mommy does not own anything related to YuGiOh. All rights reserved to Kazuki Takahashi! Neko-mommy owns nothing by the idea and plot of this story!

Summary: A cat-like human is saved from the black market only to be throw into the hands of Egypt's cold hearted Pharaoh Atem. As Atem tries to discover the truth about the cat-boy Yugi, said boy desperately tries to find a was out to home. With the help of an unbelievable ally within the palace Yugi is able to escape, but the Pharaoh is not going to let the boy go so easily. As Atem follows Yugi into the desert he's about to discover the truth about the boy. A truth he should've left unfound.

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In the heart of Egypt dwelled the all might and all powerful Pharaoh Aknamkanon who ruled with a just heart and an iron will to uphold and peace and secure the wellbeing of his people. Amara, Aknamkanon wife was the epitome of fairness, kindness, beauty and understanding.

There son, the crown prince Atem was just as kind hearted if not more so then both his parents combined.

For years the lives of the Egyptians and the royal family were a peaceful and tranquil one.

It was on the seventh ceremony birthing day of Atem that it all bled to hell!

A decade later Atem has been Pharaoh for four years, this father's younger brother Aknadin had assumed the throne for six years until Atem reached proper ruling-age to attain the crown. To which Aknadin willing stepped down to give.

The moment Atem became Pharaoh dark times came to Egypt's lands. Taxes rose, food prices inflamed, crime grew, rebellions formed, innocents suffered and the weakened perished. Atem grew cold and black. His once tender heart now rotten-stone to the core caged in an unwavering chill of ice.

No one could do anything under his dark ruling. For Atem was, at birth, discovered to be the 'chosen one'. He was the master of all of Egypt's powerful magic and the sole embodiment of the legendary Gods of Egypt. Nothing could stand in his way.

Until today…

This is where our story beings.

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Burning!

The intensive heat radiating from the deserts sand marked his moon-kissed skin a harsh red. Think rope wrapped around his dainty wrists so tightly the flash callused, marked with dirt dried blood and small open wounds form the ropes tugging. His face flushed from the heat and a cut angled on the corner of his right lip, scabbed. A fading black bruise tinted his left eyes and long, but thin cut marks trailed from his collarbone to his smoothened chest.

His short stature and child-like features labeled him as a young, if no pre-teen boy. However, he was no ordinary child. Though this skin was just that; skin. He had a very think coating of…fur? Yes. indeed it was most definitely fur. All over his body. Pale white like the moon. Night hued, star bursting hair with violet tipping. Jagged yet smooth golden locks framing his round cheeks. A single, stray bang bent and curled in the center of hairline. Long, pointed ears, where human ears were located, with bits of violet tipped tuft lay agains his head. A long, very long, slim and sleek-looking tail wrapped around waist. The tip dipped in violet with a bit of extra fluff.

The boy sat with his legs tucked under himself upon the burning sand. Sweat trickled from his think, fur-coated body.

"Hey pussy!" The boy's ears shot up showing they were about an inch higher the his hairline. A bulky man with a warn kilt and tagged shirt stalked over to the boy, a water skin in his grip, a smirk pushing his cheeks up revealing his foal yellowish black teeth. His dark russet eyes gave off a sinister wave of pain and death. He had no hair and a long scar curled around his bold top. A sword sat tied against his waist.

The man stop, looming over the captured boy. "You thirsty?" he asked with sickening sweetness. The boy swallowed what bit of saliva that accumulated down his parched throat. Oversized eyes watched as the man rose his skin. Taking massive swigs as some of the clear, life giving fluid washed down the sides of his face. The boy couldn't stop from licking his cracked lips.

When the man pulled away he gasped and sighed loudly, content. A soft whimper brought his criminal eyes back down to the boy as his smug grin returned. A strange twinkle could be seen in his eyes. "Here," he said, stretching out the skin to the boy. The furred-child tried in vail to reach the skin what with his hands tied behind his back and he was anchored to the ground by weights so as no to flee.

The boy tried so hard to stretch out his neck wit his tongue out to its limit as the man gradually poured water onto the ground which seemed to suck it up the moment it reached but an inch from the golden, dry grains of dirt. Finally the man just dropped the skin there, letting the water flow out to feed the sand. He laughed as he watched the boy's ears press back to his head and his eyes shimmer with forming tears. The boy bowed his head as the man's laughter began to drift off as he stalked back away. The boy didn't dare try to use his tail to grab things. Not wanting a repeat of the last incident. The base of his tail and back still stung from where the men whipped his back and yanked his tail to the point he believed it would rip off.

Thin, silent tears slowly streamed down the boy's face, pressed the thin fur to his already sweating body. A sudden chill of wetness touched his thigh. Snapped his head to the side the child's eyes widened with glowing joy as he bent down and quickly lapped up the slivering trail of water. Though he got more sand then water he didn't care. When no more water came he rose his head only for it to snap to the side at a "Load up!" rasped command from the groups leader.

Roughly he was a yanked up and retied back to the side of a horse. His feet stung beyond belief from all the walking.

As the traveling group of merchants packed up from there break and set back out the boy gazed up at the sky. His eyes staring right into the sun, pupils slitting. If one looking closely enough they would see the boy's body giving off a ghost of a pale white glow.

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"And, why are you here again?" demanded the voice of one tired and irritated.

A little girl about the age of nine or ten stood before a set of stone steps, honchoed over some shivering in fear. Her raven shoulder length hair wrapped to the sides of her face. She was dressed in an old, dirty linen dress with his green coloration now faded to the pale baby-puke green. A gray, or most likely once whitened, sash tied around her waist.

"Great Pharaoh, I am here on behalf of my father. He has grown to ill to tend the fields and hasn't made any money for the taxes this year. I was hoping to beg of thee to please spare his life." The girl repeated for the third time with equal fear as the first and second times. "I may be young but I am worked what I can. I don't have the amount but I'm willing to pay what I have and work out the rest in any other way. Please?"

The young man that say at the top of the stairs in a stone throne bore down lazily at the girl. Red eyes uncaring and irritated. His tri-colored hair with body of as black as night, bangs as golden as his riches with extra locked thundering up into his mane as lightning bolts, and the ebony rips looking to had been dipped in blood swayed ever so gentle in the fanned air of a servant beside him. Sun-kissed bronze flesh only intensified his ruby red gaze. Gold and jeweled bands, earrings, rings and a bright purple cape with the added touch of his gold crown symbolized his rank as the countries ruler.

Requested Pharaoh only sighed in annoyance. "The law is the law child. If your father can not pay his taxes then he shall be arrested and made to work as a servant. Sick or not matters little in the end." he groaned.

The girl throw her head back. Deep pools of tearing blues gaze up pleadingly. "But Pharaoh, please-"

"Silence!" the ruler boomed, throwing the girl's domineer back to her bowing-slumped state as soft crying with dripping tears followed. "That is the law. And I will not change it just for some ill peasant. He will either pay for be arrested. I will make not exception for you or any other. Now leave!"

The powerful command stated the conversation was done and over with. So the girl bow her head more as she backed up over to the throne room's doors before turned and rushing out. Loud crying echoed off the stone walls. "Guards," the Pharaoh called. "Head to the home of that girl and arrest her father. He will begin working in the mines immediately." With the order given six guards that stood on the floor, off to the side of the throne bowed before going to follow the girl.

To the right of the Pharaoh a tall man dressed in royal blue and white priest robing, a medium length gold rod in his grip with a ball at the top end. A pair of bladed-like wings framed the sides of the sphere with an eye in its center. Icy blue eyes shifted over to the mans ruler. "Pharaoh, how long are you to want him in the mines?"

"The rest of his life," came the Pharaoh's stoned answer. The priest nearly just bowed in understanding before the Pharaoh rose to his feet. "We will brake for lunch and an hours rest before resuming meetings. Dismissed!" Marching down his throne steps and out the room the Pharaoh was gone. Soft muffled sigh could just barely be heard within the rooms as all the was left were the royal council.

"I pray for that girl's safely and wellbeing."

"You shouldn't have to Isis. The Pharaoh should't-"

"Do not forget why our Pharaoh is the way he is." The stern tone of the man they had addressed there ruler spoke.

"But Seto-"

"Aknadin, you of all should understand the Pharaoh's reasoning. As unjust and cruel as it may be." Seto stated, still without looked at anyone but the floor.

A heavy sigh hummed within the room from all at the dark truth to the blue eyed priests words. Silence loomed over the occupants for several moments. Unnerving and unwanted before Seto turned and headed down the steps.

"Seto, where are you going?"

"The Pharaoh said we have luck and an hour brake making that a two and a half hour braking time."

"But where are you going?" the one repeated.

"Out Mahado," Seto answered as he exited the throne room. Leaving the rest of the council to wonder.

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It was midday, the days hottest in this season as the boy's ropes were replace with cuffs and chains on his wrist and ankles and one around his neck as she was pushed onto a flat wooden stage.

Loud gasps, startled cries and even a few wolf whistles rippled through the still forming crowd. All the other merchants slaves had been either sold or returned to the back were they were beaten for not being sold to give there captures money. The group had saved the boy for last. Announcing that they had a 'Rare and exotic being' for them all. Oh how right they were.

As the one of the merchant men stated the bit starter a few men in the crowd called out there higher bits. After a about five or six round of two or three men claiming out bids more and more mew began shouting out. Realizing how rare the boy was even if they didn't know what he was. As the bid about rose the merchant began listing off things the boy was and could be good at. This only stocked the fire as the calling amours of money for the boy became hollered demands.

This went on for about a minute before a harsh and fairly cold announcement rang in the air. Every being turned to the cloaked figure with mixed eyes of doubt, curiosity, disbelief, humor and rage. Then the crowd burst into a quick fit of laughter.

"You bid how much? Kid you don't even look like you can afford a decent cloak let alone that thing." The man pointed his thumb to the boy on the stage.

The cloaked figure remained silent.

"I said I can pay. Right here, right now," his cool voice iced the air. Yet the man before him didn't seem to care if he at all noticed.

"Yeah? Then prove it!" He purposely spat on the figure as he stoke. With a mouth only turned up in disgust the figure began to made his way to the stage. Many men watched on in either sheer doubt with humorous smirks as the figures foolishness or pondering suspicion of the figures claim of which the amount he'd pay.

At reaching the stage the figure quickly and quite effortlessly left only the wooden planks before approaching the merchant and holding out a fat sack of coins. "This should be more then enough." The figure waited for the merchant to take the sake a inspect it before gasping and turning bulged eyes back to him. As if sensing the figures growing irritation the merchant nodded before unchaining the boy's wrist, ankles and neck only to retie up his wrists in rope as well as loop some rope and his neck for extra securement. As he handed the figure the rope, in doing so hanging the boy over to the figure the man from the crowd roared.

"There's no fucking way that rat could have that money! He must be a thief!"

Before any other accusation could be met the figure rushed forward and slammed his fist into the gut of the man. His hood fallen off durning the motions ripping gasps of startling shock from the crowd as men close by him quickly retreated a few good feet away.

"Anyone else?" Seto's chilling tone seemed to freeze the crown regardless of the boiling heat. With not hearing a response the blue eyed priest marched back over to the boy, grabbed the rope and turned to head back to the palace. Leaving an awe struck crowd, a very rush merchant, an out-cold man and a baffled boy following as his heels.

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"What is the meaning of this!" The Pharaoh demanded. The brake had been over now for fifteen minutes and Seto was no where in the palace nor on it's grounds.

"We don't know sire. He just told us he was going out and left before anyone could question him further." Even though Mahado was the Pharaoh past mentor and friend he did fear what he would do if angered to far.

"Well get him back here before I-"The Pharaoh stopped mid sentence as he watched Seto reenter the throne room with a clocked figure he pulled in by a rope. Eyes his priest the Pharaoh demanded, "Seto, where have you been and who it that?" he pointed to the cloaked figure.

"I went out into town for a bit." The priest answered smoothly, unfazed by his Pharaoh's anger. "And this here," he pointed his thumb to the still clocked person. "Is for you. A pet or slave or whatever you want to call it."

"What?" Bemused, Egypt's ruler eyed the consulted figure for a moment before frowning and his face darkening. "I need no whore bought off the streets Seto. Least off all a peasant." He spat.

Seto though only smirked. This caused the council to stare at the priest as if he'd gone made. "Oh, but I trull believe you'll reconsider once you see this…being."

The ruler arched a brow in confusion as well as spiking curiosity. 'Being?'

Remaining silent for a few moments the Pharaoh then nodded for Seto to remove the cloak but the priest shook his head. "It's our's Pharaoh and I think you should be the one to see it first. Trust me." Seto stretched out his hand to relinquish over the robe to the Pharaoh who eyed it uneasily hope a moment before rising to his feet, walking down the steps and taking it. Seto bowed and back away, giving the Pharaoh room.

Said person narrowed his eyes at the figure whom seemed to have there head bowed some. It wasn't that he didn't trust his priest he was just uncertain what the slave would attempt at. Finally heaving a silent sigh the Pharaoh reached out, gripped the cloaks hood and pulled it down.

Astonish gasps of sheer bewilderment rang out and echoed off the four walls of the thrown room from council members to guards and even slaves. Yet it was the Pharaoh that was most flabbergasted. Before them all stood what could be defined as a miniature version of there Pharaoh without the lightning bold, red coloration in eyes and hair and dark skin. Skin. That alone grasped all there attentions. For the boy didn't have said skin but thin, moonlit-white fur. Ears where normal human ears should be were narrow and long pointed ears that were pressing to the child's head.

To say the ruler was captivated would be an understatement, but just what captivation was it. Good or bad? No one need yet. However the Pharaoh's brain didn't seem to even get that far as his ruby eyes were still trapped with the massively, large eyes of liquid, jeweled amethyst lights shimmering with what remained of many past shed tears mixed with fear, sadness and uncertainty.

"W-What is that?" Aknadin inquired to no one. Still to in shock.

"I don't know. I… I've never seen anything like it in my life."

"Isis have you seen anything about it before?"

Shaking her head slowly so as to continue to take in the creatures whole facial picture. "If I would have Mahado I most certainly would have informed you all." The priestess softly stated still in awe boy the child.

Still slightly in a stupefy the Pharaoh managed to reclaim some of his composure. "If you can speak what is your name?" he actually asked softly. To far gone in his awestricken state to realize. Though that did little to help easy the new occupants form.

Lowering his head back down, "Y-Yugi s-sire," he stammered. Yugi's soft and silk-like voice seemed to cause a faint twinge in the Pharaoh gut.

It was silent for a few moments after. No one spoke. No one moved. No one almost dared not even breath. Suddenly a spark lit on the Pharaoh red eyes as he regained his full composure, turning to a guard. "Take it," point sing to Yugi. "To my chambers. I will be there shortly to question it further."

Not going to argue or ask why the Pharaoh wasn't to be alone with the cat-boy the guard alone with two others grabbed Yugi by the rope, pulling him out of the throne room and towards there Pharaoh privet chambers.

"It seems you're pleased with my gift, cousin?" Seto finished with 'cousin' a bit hesitant. It had been years since he had addressed his Pharaoh with the title he was born into. By right and blood he was Egypt's Pharaoh, but by family relation he would always be his younger cousin. Though after he changed, stating his as such would throw the young ruler into a mild rage. Now though seemed like a slim reasonable change to try and test the waters.

The Pharaoh smirked turning to his most trusted high priest as blood related older cousin. Though the smirk caused Seto's stomach to churn uneasily. He sent a silent prayer to the Gods too help the poor creature that was now under his Pharaoh's will.

Turning his shimmering gaze to the rest of his council, Egypt's ruler spun on his heels and a snap from his cape. "We shall continue the meeting tomorrow. Let the rest of the day be a free day. Dismissed!" And out he went.

"Seto, what in the hell were you thinking?" his father, Aknadin scolded the young priest.

"What do you mean father?" Seto all but inquired innocently. This sending chills down the other councilmen and woman's spine's.

"You just condoned that poor thing. It may not be human but I wish no such fate to befall one of innocence."

"I highly doubt the Pharaoh will harm that creature to much." Seto stated with confidence.

Shada gaze at the rod welder curiously. "What makes you assume such?"

Closing his eyes gentle Seto's smirk pulled further into a grin. "I just do."

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Yugi was a lead down several halls and around many turns until he was brought to a fairly darkened corridor. Halfway down to the left was a large door decorated with hieroglyphics and gold and blue paint with blue and green gem stones lining the door's trimming.

It was quite elegant for a simple door, but then again it was the Pharaoh's chamber door.

Entering the guard led Yugi to the bed were he was tied to a bed post before the guards turned and left. Leaving Yugi alone. Looking around Yugi couldn't help but be in awe. The room was fill with colorful matting hanging on the walls along with a couple shelves with small trinkets like gold or jeweled figure, small hand sized painting, wooden carvings and a few rolled up scrolls. Over in the far right corner was a door and by the smell of it Yugi realized it was the bather chamber. Or one opt many that was for the Pharaoh's use alone. At the foot of the bed, backed against the wall was a dresser with a large mirror and a red velveted, cushioned bench. Atop the dresser was a vast selection of more jewelry, make-up, brushes, bottles of oil and about two or three small gold figures with what looked to be some store of jeweled the rooms far right was about six large chest. No doubt filled with cloths. The ceiling was tall and a beautifully woven rug lay on the floor about the bed. Speaking of bed… It was huge! About two and a half king sizes huge wrapped with the most shimmering red sheets Yugi had ever seen. A small mountain a white pillow towered the head of the bed. Four thick, wooden beam polls towered at the beds four corners. A satin, black bed drape shimmered and sparkled around the polls, as they were pulled back. Though Yugi could only imagine when and why they ever need to be drawn… When ever the Pharaoh had private company. Two wooden nightstands, one on each side of the bed at the its head sat. A couple candles on each stand completing the rooms decode. Over by the bathing chamber's door, halfway from the bed was a pair of glass doors with the Egyptian Gods Ra on the left side and Anubis on the right. A picture of what looked to be half a moon and sun in the center. The moon half facing Anubis and the sun half facing Ra. Beyond the doors Yugi could see what looked to be a balcony. The balcony doors too were also draped over with the fine black silk wraps. Blocking the harsh sun light and dimming it to dull warm ray that entered the room.

The room was so breath talking Yugi didn't seem to noticed a figure enter the room until he heard the click of the door closing. Turning his head amethyst jewel clashed with searing ruby red. Yugi's ear which had began to slowly rise before as he examined the room now returned top there flatten state agains his head. He crouched on the rub he was on and tried to curled into himself as he starred at the Pharaoh who was now approaching him.

Reaching to where he sat curled Yugi whimpered, fearing what the Pharaoh might do.

Gazing down at the creature the Pharaoh couldn't help but wonder. Reached down to grab the cloak he jumped back with Yugi gave a startled and fearful yowl. Thinking he had injured the creature the Pharaoh stopped, his eyes watching the creature with slight concern. "Did I hurt you?" He asked with slight annoyance. He hadn't meant to if he had. He just wanted an answer to his personal question.

When Yugi shook his head no the Pharaoh again wondered what then had he done. Shrugging it off he advanced once again only for Yugi to cringe away. Now angered, "Enough!" the Pharaoh commanded. Yugi went stiff. Seeing the creature obeyed the Pharaoh smirked before once again grabbing the cloak. Yugi whimpered in fear as he felt the cloak Seto had covered him with on his way back to the palace leave his body rendering him completely exposed once more.

Crimson orbs widened in astonishment. His question was answered, though this also gave him a bounds surprise. This creature's body was not only completely cover in thin fur, but it also had a long, slim tail that was currently wrapped around it's waist. Paws-like feet with little claws for toe nails. The tip of it's tail tipped violet along with its ears, topping with extra bits of fur. Giving those tips a more fluffy appearance.

He took in the creatures whole beauty. Though the right edge of its lip was split, a fading bruise splotched its left eyes and long cuts of its collarbone to chest and even cuts, though old and fading mirrored its back. Though to large to be a knife and to wide for a sword. Plus it was more red and bruised then cut meaning it was whipped.

The Pharaoh took in the creatures whole demeanor and just could stop the images of this creature beneath him. Withering and panting, mewling since it was apparently feline and calling his name. "P-please…?" He refocused his gaze down at the furry being. His stomach gave another jerk at those shimmering amethyst eyes glazed over with tears. It's ears pressing so far back it looked like it had none and it's body trembled with obvious fear.

Looking down at the creatures the Pharaoh felt companied to get to know it. What it was? Where it came from? What it could do? What it liked, what it didn't like? And- The Pharaoh pondered. 'Maybe starting with addressing it has Yugi would be a start.' Looking back down at the creature-at Yugi, the Pharaoh sighed. This would take some times. Kneeling down before Yugi the Pharaoh tried to pull a smile. Startling himself when that smile came so sudden and naturally to his lips despite its foreign feel. "I'm not going to hurt you Yugi." He tried to sooth the child's fear.

Yugi's eyes widened in utmost shock at the Pharaoh's words. "W-what?"

The smirking Pharaoh could help but chuckle. 'He's too cute. Though, is he an actual he?' Deciding first to help makes Yugi more comfortable the Pharaoh leaned over. "I'm going to untie you know so don't try running off. I have guards all throughout the palace as well about the palace grounds." Yugi, still shivering in fear silently nodded as the Pharaoh undid the knot on the bed post as well as the bind to his wrists and removed the loop from around his neck.

Yugi sighed in contentment as the feel of his wrists being freed. He brought his wounds up his lip and began cleaning them, ignoring the foul taste of puss and blood. The Pharaoh cringed at the sight of such wounds. Rising to his feet to walk to his door, opening it as he summoned a guard to fetch Isis for him and to tell her to bring so bandages and ointment for infected wounds. Turning back to Yugi, who was still sitting on the floor. Now though he was watched the Pharaoh. His head turned slightly in confusion. Said ruler could help by chuckle that the cat-person's cuteness.

Returned to the creatures side, "Come here Yugi." Yugi looked up at the Pharaoh. Amethyst orbs shimmering with confusion though obeyed the Pharaoh's command. Seeing said ruler pat the spot on the bed beside him Yugi shyly inched over. Curling his knees into himself as he sat down.

"So tell me Yugi, where are you from?" Instantly the feline stiffened. the Pharaoh wondered if this was too sensitive of a topic seeing as Yugi was captured into slavery. Yugi's family might have been kill or even sold already.

"I… I don't know," came his vague answer. The Pharaoh arched a brow at that but decided not to pry, yet.

Finally curiosity getting the better of him, he just had to ask. "Yugi, what are you? And for at fact are you a male of female?" The Pharaoh really could tell that last factor. Yugi looked so feminine and its voice was so soothing, yet not sound boy or girl. The only thing that pointed to Yugi being male was the lack of breast. Though without know what Yugi was Yugi could in fact me female.

Ears shooting straight up, startling the Pharaoh at there size Yugi hissed. "I'm a male! Ra! Why does everyone every time believe I'm a she-cat?"

Now those ears folded to the sides of his head at an angle as the boy continue to quietly hiss and growl. The Pharaoh could help by chuckle that the boy's cuteness.

There was a knock at the door startling Yugi. "Enter," thew Pharaoh stated and in walked Isis with two servants behind her. One carried a bowl of still steaming water the other caring a blow with what looking like bottles of oil and cloth strips.

The three bowed. "You summoned me Pharaoh?"

"Yes," the Pharaoh turned to Yugi. "His wrists are badly injured and look to be infected."

At her Pharaoh's statement Isis hurried over to Yugi. Not noticing the fact his body was fully exposed this time and gentle grabbed his wrists. Yugi winced at the soft just sudden grip. Quickly looking over them Isis ushered her two servants over. "It is good you informed me my Pharaoh. If it had went one more day without treatment its hand would have had to be removed due to the infection become to severe." Yugi cringed at that.

"Do what you can Isis. Also his name is Yugi." A bit taken aback by her Pharaoh's sudden defense for the boy Isis continued working. Taking a cloth a cleaning the wounds. Yugi hissed and growled once or twice when Isis forced a puss ball open and squeezed them to clean it all away. Though his animalistic sound unnerved the healer some Isis con tuned working. Once done cleaning she reached for a small, pinky sized bottle.

She looking up at Yugi. Her bright, deep blue eyes soothing some of Yugi fright. "This will most definitely burn but try not to move much." Yugi nodded. He figured it would hurt some, and besides he had been dealing with 'burning' more then enough.

However this burn was noting compared to all the others. It feel like acid was eating away at his wrists. Yugi snarled and growled. The fur on his back rising, his ears pinning back and his tail unwound from around his waist now fluffed out and thrashing. He bared his fangs down at the human but made not motion to attack. Even though he could clearly pick up the fear scents portending around the room from all the humans, even the Pharaoh Yugi pushed down his instincts to attack. These humans were helping he, it would only seal his fate if he bite the hand that feed him.

Finishing a moment later with slightly shaky hands Isis pulled back some to see Yugi reaction. To her surprise as well as the other three room occupants Yugi, though panting, smiled kindly at the healer. No trace of the primal anger they all hears moment ago.

Turning back to the bowl the healer took out a jar. Returning to Yugi, "This will make your wrists feel numb, but other then that is should't hurt." Isis informed him as she scooped out out of the white tinted green cream glistening over with oil and applying it to the wounds. Yugi shivered at the cold temperature of the cream. "This will help make your wounds heal faster. You'll need to apply this three times a day. Preferably morning once you wake, noon and night before you go to bed." As Isis finished applying the cream her eyes widened at the sound she began to hear. Looking up she saw Yugi with his eyes closed, ears slightly back and a content smile on his lips as a soothing purr came from his throat. As Yugi purred Isis took the change to bandage up his wrists. ONce she was finished she rose to her feel, in turn Yugi reopened his eyes and stopped purring. Must to the Pharaoh's secret disappointment. "There, now each time you apply the cream you need to change the bandages. Do this for a week then come see me and I'll check to make sure how they are."

Yugi nodded. "Thank you."

Isis couldn't stop the smile from coming into her face, nor the two servant women. The Pharaoh too smiled. "Thank you Isis."

Isis and the servants bowed once more. "Just let me know if anything happens," and with that the three woman were gone. Leaving Yugi and the ruler alone once more.

The Pharaoh looked over at Yugi only to gasp silently. Yugi turned to look at him worried. "Is something wrong Pharaoh? Do I need to catch that healer?"

Shaking his head the Pharaoh smile. "No Yugi, I just realized I never introduced myself."

Taken aback Yugi gasped. "But you're the Pharaoh. I though there was no need four such as you are known all over." Again the ruler chuckled form the third time today and he knew it most definitely wouldn't be his last.

"That is true, but I suppose I can make an exemption here."

Yugi's check heated a bit, turning them a pale pink. The Pharaoh grinned. 'He looks even cuter blushing. If that's a blush that is.' Looking Yugi straight in the eyes now, causing the cat-boy's pale pink to heat a couple shades above pale red the Pharaoh smile. "I am Atem, Pharaoh of Egypt. Pleasure to meet you Yugi," and with that Atem lifted one of Yugi's hands, taking great care to mind the bandaged wrist and kiss the back of his hand. Yugi's blue was not evident as his ears flipped back. His neck fur rising and tail bushing slightly in embarrassment.

Silence followed after Atem pulled away and remained for a moment until her remembered something. "Yugi, are you not doing to answer my question?" Atem asked, though a slight tone of seriousness was heard.

Puzzled and a bit worried Yugi tilted his head to the side. "What question?"

"When I asked what you were? It's clear you're not human," Atem stated gesturing to Yugi's tail, ears and fur.

The boys tail tips twitched uneasily and his ears pinned back. He down cast his gaze to the ground. Atem watched all this, wondering what this meant. Was Yugi's special suppose to remain a secret? If so, then why? "If I tell you, you have to swear never to repeat it to anyone." Yugi from tone surprised Atem some.

"I will need to let my council know," he stated more sternly. It didn't matter if the boy was cute he would not tall orate being ordered around.

"Then I can't answer you."

Again Stem was startled. Never before has anyone ever spoken to him like that is it both baffled and angered him. Anger won out in the end and he grabbed Yugi by the wrist, forgetting his wounds even when Yugi cried out in pain.

"You dare speak to me as such slave!" Atem emphasized the title slave. Yugi trembled, tears returning to his eyes but he didn't speak. Finally letting his anger go Stem throw Yugi to the floor, used the rope from earlier and retied up his wrists and used the one from his neck on his ankles as he grabbed a neck shackle and clamped it around the cat-boy's throat. Though all this Yugi yowled and fired in pain and fear. Once moment he seemed friendly with the Pharaoh and the moment he didn't answer a question he was being abused again.

Finishing Atem glared down at Yugi with intense, burning flames of fury. A fury Yugi could see, through the Pharaoh's anger at him, was not his doing. "Lets see if you're willing to talk after a night on the floor and no food or water," he growled before turning and stalking out of the room leaving Yugi where he was on the floor.

The young cat-boy mewl softly in pain as he felt the rope rub his bandages the wrong. Looking out the balcony door Yugi guessed it was mid-afternoon if not closing in onto early evening for the sun was still out but a small sliver of night would jet be seen with his keen eyes. Sighing Yugi layer down curling up, his tail wrapping around his waist our of habit from being with the merchants.

A breeze caused the balcony doors, which hadn't seemed to be fully closed to open and stroke Yugi's fur with its gentle touch. The young one purred softly before drifting off to sleep.

As Yugi's breath evened out and sleep settled for him a soft tapping soon followed as blue eyes turned away and vanished back into the palaces dark halls