To those who have just begun reading this, this is an updated version of the first chapter... let's just say I was very unhappy with the grammar and mistakes I made that would not agree with future details in my story. So TADA!
Summary: Two Kings, both being Demons, are in search of a new mate that keeps visiting them in their dreams. Yet they only know this person by a song he plays on a flute. Will they find their mate? Or will they find something better or worse?
Disclaimer – Ok if I actually owned Yugioh, would I be doing one? Well even if I did own it, but sadly I do not, I AM DOING ONE ANY WAY! I DO NOT OWN YUGIOH!
Oh and FYI Italics are thoughts and words within quotation marks are speaking words!
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Castle Tozukou
"All right you stupid pansies! Our Lords have ordered us to round up any and all young eligible human men and women to bring here to the castle for them to choose a new mate! OH, and I know what you're thinking, so don't get any 'funny' ideas. I AM LOOKING AT YOU STEVEN! I KNOW YOU ARE HERE AND I KNOW WHAT YOU WERE UP TO LAST TIME! If anyone even moves an inch to do this, you will be punished, severely." The Commander shouted in a stern voice. The other soldiers began to snicker as one lone man in the middle of the crowd shrunk back, wanting to disappear into the ground to hide from the embarrassment. "They have ordered us not to allow them to have a choice to decline the order, they will come with us! The people of the town should already know of out arrival and know not to leave any town they are in. So now I ask, are you ready?!"
"Yes sir!" The men shouted forcefully as they saluted to him.
"I'm sorry," The Commander spoke in a sweet, soft voice, heavy with sarcasm. His facial expression curled into what one would assume to be on par with the Cheshire cat. "I don't think I heard you. Are you all mute or did you just drop your brains long enough to forget how speak up? I know I am not deaf yet, so I will be kind person that I am and will repeat myself again." The Commander's attempt at a sweet expression suddenly fell, replaced with his cold mask again. "ARE YOU READY!?"
"YES SIR!" The soldiers shouted again, but this time with much more force that last time as they saluted him yet again.
"Then here is a suggestion. How about you finally get your buts in gear and get out of my sight! I don't want to see your ugly excuses of faces until you are back from all of the assigned villages. If even one of you has not returned before sun sets, no one in this room, me included, gets dinner! And I don't think you want to see me not only pissed beyond belief, but hungry as well. NOW GET YOUR FUCKING LAZY ASSES MOVING BEFORE I TEAR YOU A NEW ONE!" With that, the Commander turned to his left and jammed his thumb onto a blue button on a control panel. Immediately, two large bay doors to the right of the soldiers slowly swung wide open. The squads of soldiers immediately dashed out the gate and towards their respective forms of transportation, carriages drawn by a raptor like reptile.
A smirk crawled onto Commander's face as his head turned on a slow swivel. Leaving the large briefing room, the man walked through the nearly deserted halls, towards the throne room with an atmosphere of authority surrounding him. At his slow pace, he eventually walked up to two large oak doors. Heavily armed soldiers were standing on each side of the threshold, alert and suspicious of anyone who may out of place. The Commander nodded to the soldiers as he reached for the brass handle located on the door to his left. With little effort, he opened the heavy door, and bowed just as his vision was filled with the sight of two men come into his line of sight. As he straightened up, he saw the two men were sat upon dark, marble thrones that were lined with plump, crimson cushions. At first glance some may assume that these men were common nobles…well if they were human of course. But to those who know of better and took the time to look closely at the dark throne they sat upon, they would notice the outline of black, leather wings sprouting from both of the men's backs.
The man who sat on the right throne was known by the name of Akefia. The Commander observed the silver hair that fell to the man's broad shoulders and in front of his sharp, gray eyes that were trained on him. Through the strands of hair, he saw four small grey horns; two stets were located in line with Akefia's temples. The appendages curve upward as they contrasted with his silvery strands. Upon his tanned face was a pale scar that marred his skin. It spouted from just under his right eye down and continued down to the bottom of his cheek. Two more, pale twin slashes crossed the paler strip skin, as if saying that he was not to be tested. As his normal attire, The Commander noticed that Akefia was dressed in black, linen pants, a long red cloak that ran all the way to just above his ankles calf. And sandal like shoes. But when making public appearances, the Commander knew that he would take off the cloak and wear a white, satin button up shirt, slacks and dress shoes.
Then the Commander cast his gaze towards the throne on his left where the other Lord, Bakura, sat. He observed that the man's wild, white hair had grown till it fell just above his waist. Two small, grey horns were seen coming out from within the mass of white, curling upwards in twin small spirals. The Commander's gaze flicked to the man's sharp, mahogany eyes upon his pale face that bared a bored expression. Bakura was dressed in a white linen shirt with black leather trench coat in which covered his pale arms to protect him from the rays of the sun if they were to go out this day. The man's legs were covered in black, linen pants as combat boots covered his feet.
"My Lords, the squads have finally set off to fulfill your wishes to retrieve the young human men and women of the land and bring them to the castle by the end of today. They are known to cover ground fast, epically when they have proper incentive." The Commander's deep voice turned into a chuckle towards his last statement.
Both of the Lords gave one curt nod at the man's update. "Good work Commander. You are dismissed." Akefia spoke in a pleased tone as he rested his elbows on the armrests and laced his fingers together. His voice was deep and rich to the ears, like smooth satin to the touch.
"Yes my Lords." The man bowed to the two demons before him, his right palm laid flat over his heart. As he straightened up, he proceeded to turn and exit the throne room with the intention of relaxing in his quarters.
The two Lords watched as the man exited the room through the large oak doors he entered in. Bakura immediately kicked his feet up onto the left arm rest and placed his head on the right, staring at the tan man next to him with an unsure expression on his face. "Akefia, are you sure this will actually work? I mean it could very well happen but we have never even seen the Ra damn person nor have we thought of the outside factors that could affect the search! The closest glimpse of a personality trait we could get off the person is their silhouette whom plays the flute!" Bakura spoke out in frustration.
Only a month ago, Bakura and Akefia seemed to have received a reoccurring dream. A single being appeared to them, though his appearance was blinded by light. It was unknown to the Lord's whether they were male or female, human or imp, demon or angel. The being would always play a flute with the most beautiful tune. One so melodious and soft that it could possibly calm the King of the demon's himself when in a foul mood. As the being plagues their minds, they came to the conclusion that they had to find the being before something drastic were to happen.
The man, Akefia, just chuckled as placed a firm hand on the Bakura's shoulder."Calm yourself Love and do not worry. I can't explain why, but I have a good feeling that we will find our new mate very soon. We have a plan, remember? We are going to use the flute's melody to narrow down whom it is we long for." Akefia grinned wickedly to himself while Bakura just looked at him confused before a similar grin crawled onto his face, his sharp canines gleaming from the light shining into the room.
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The Village of Kul' Elna
Through the dusty streets of Kul' Elna, a young teen by the name of Ryou, slowly roamed the village, his dirty satchel rhythmically beating against his side and he trudged along. He appeared to be exhausted and weak as his white hair was a light brown color from what some would assume as the nights he spent sleeping on the filthy ground. Known only to himself and one other, he had successfully ran away from his old home to this village with no intention of returning. He had been wanting to escape his old life and more importantly his abusive father from some time not. Only a few hours ago had he arrived here in search of something, the peasants of the village knew not of.
As he trudged through long alleys in between houses, he would quickly glance through the windows to see if anyone was home. Soon enough, a he found a home that looked deserted for the day. He walked around to the back door and found that it was unlocked. A feeling of relief flooded his body at the thought that he did not have to climb through a window or pick the lock. Though one thing he could not shake was the feeling of irritation in the back of his mind as he entered the home. Who the bloody hell is stupid enough to leave their house unlocked when they are away?Ryou angrily thought to himself. As he looked around the room, which appeared to be the kitchen, he saw the sun catch something that shines right in his eyes. Holding up a hand to shield his eyes, he walked forward to investigate. Low and behold, a set of silver keys peeking out from in between a small woven baskets were staring at him. You have got to be kidding me! Are they really that bloody stu- you know what, I am just going to say yes at this point. Sighing, Ryou walked through the kitchen and into the front hall way. Ryou sighed to himself as he looked around. These people have to have some clothes here, right? They seem to have plenty of money if they could afford so much lavish possessions that they need a second floor to hold it all of it in.
Ryou went on his way and continued to investigate the ground floor of the house. After investigating every nook and cranny, turning up with nothing but a dining room, front room, and a bath Ryou made his way up the stairs.
He tried the first door at the top of the landing and was thankful to find that it was a the bed room of what appeared to be a teenage boy. Immediately, Ryou busied himself by searching through the closet in hopes to find something of his own size. Though most of the clothing was one size to big for his body frame, he was able to find a few articles of clothes that just barely fit his frame. Ryou then proceeded to strip himself of his previous garments, a bloodied long ankle length cream tunic. As he lifted up the article of clothing, he noticed a marge mirror in the corner of the room. As he looked in, he saw a beaten boy, with poorly wrapped bloody bandages that wrapped around his chest, abdomen, arms and legs.
Casting his gaze down wards, he stared at the two anklets he always wore, one pitch black and the other pure white. Ryou sighed remembering the day his mother gave them. Such a beautiful day that brought pain to Ryou for it marked that a week later, his mother would breathed her last breath. As he put them on a few days after her funeral, he realized that she put a spell on them that prevents the wearer from taking them off. But Ryou knew that even if he could, he would never think of doing so. After all, they were one of the last gifts he received from his mother.
Shaking away such sad thoughts, Ryou quickly dressed himself in a white and dark blue stripped shirt, with gray pants covering his pale scarred legs. He turns back to the closet and found a pair of beaten up gym shoes. Deciding that they would not be missed, he grabs them and places them into his satchel. He did not want to wear them just yet as to preserve their use. Normally, the pale boy would not think about stealing anything, for it seems to be against his nature. But then again, not everything is always as it seems.
Ryou had never tried to make a habit of stealing. When he first started, out of a need to survive, he was never very good. But as he practiced and used his sweet appearance to his advantage, he soon found that he was no longer noticed and became quite good at the trade. Ryou knew that he would never be able to fully give stealing. Ryou made himself promise a long time ago that he would only steal when necessary for living.
Ryou shakes his head of the memories and he walked out of the boy's room and into the master bead room. He searches the room for any money he can find and places it in his bag. He then removed himself from the room and walked back towards the kitchen. Opening the pantries, he placed any breads and dried meats he could find into his satchel and dashed out of the house when the cost was clear.
This place looks like the richer side of town. That would explains why everyone is stupid enough to believe that they would not to get robbed. That is still no excuse if they could not their stupid bloody keys.They young albino sighed in aggravation and walked through the streets as if he was just another traveler. Along his route, he steered clear of any and all soldiers. As Ryou walked around earlier, he noticed that they seem to know all of the people here by how casually they talk and act with them. Ryou soon found himself in his thoughts again. Which town am I in anyway? I don't really recognize it from my studies.
As Ryou continues to wonder through the town, he quickly snaps out of his thoughts when he spots something in the crowd that made him pale. As the crowd parts, a tall man with long light blue hair and emerald eyes just like Ryou's irises. The tall man was dressed in pure white robes with gold trimmings along the edges. The man's feet were bare of any covering as he searched through the crowd with an angry look upon his face.
Panic suddenly drives his body as Ryou turns and dashes as fast as he can in the opposite direction of his father. Suddenly, an angry voice is shouting after him, demanding that he were to stop this instant. But this only drives the teen to move faster when he quickly ducks into nearby alley ways. He weaved through the allies blindly, doing all he can to get away from the fowl man.
As Ryou nears a three way intersection between back allies, two men suddenly step out into Ryou's path, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud as he ran into thick, broad chests. "Looks like we found a keeper." The mocking voice of a man drifted into the white haired teen's ears.
Ryou kept his head down as he sits on the ground. "I am terribly sorry for running in- "He stopped in mid-sentence after truly hearing this statement. Ryou's eyes widened and immediately his head shot up to see two snickering soldiers. The one standing on Ryou's left extended their hand out to the teen to help him up. Looking at the hand nervously, Ryou began to contemplate whether to take the kind offering.
"Aw look, he cute, polite and shy. A perfect candidate for the Lords…or…." The guard on the right began to suggest but was immediately silenced when the first soldiers retracted his hand from in front of Ryou to hit his partner over the head.
"Oh just shut up and help him up! You heard the Commander, no taking the innocents." The first guard said with a glare as they both took him by the forearms, quickly yet gently dragging him onto his feet. Before Ryou knew what was going on, they were already leading him to a large carriage.
When he came back to his senses, Ryou weakly struggled against the guard's grip as he spouted out questions to them. "Wait! Where are you taking me!?"
"You should already know." The first guard said rolling his eyes. His grip tightened a little bit around Ryou's forearm, making the boy wince.
"What? I should already know?" Ryou muttered to himself, un able to think of what they are talking about. Ryou thought back to when he first met the soldiers in the ally way. A good candidate for the Lords…Looks like we found a keeper…No takeing the innocents….Oh god… As realization began to set in, Ryou's struggling increased dramatically in the soldiers grasps. He just escaped his home; he was not going to be taken captive someone ever again.
Due to his small stature, the solderis did not expect Ryou to suddenly over power them with a burst of strength and easily escaped their hold. Stunned, the soldiers watched as he tore through the streets, just to get away from them.
"What the fuck even just happened?"
"I thought that brat was a weakling!"
"WHY THEY HELL ARE WE STILL DOING HERE! CALL THE OTHER SOLDIERS! Cut him off!" the soldier said and started running after Ryou through the crowded streets, while the other soldier called for back up to cut him off.
As Ryou ran from capture, he noticed that there were many soldiers at the opposite side of the long strip of road coming his way. He knew he could not turn around or else he would bare the same fate.
Spotting an alley as an escape route, Ryou suddenly turned into the approaching alley way. Though that was the one mistake he should not have made. The soldiers of the town knew that that certain ally was a dead end and would be the perfect trap for the teen.
Ryou immediately tried to back track out of the alley but sadly realized that he was cornered. "Alright. Alright. You caught me. I will come freely now" Ryou said as he slowly raised his hands above his head.
"Grab him men!" Those were the last words Ryou heard before he was knocked out.
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THANK YOU FOR READING THE UPDATE AND MY STORY! I hope you all have a nice day. Chapter 2 will be updates with the next posting of chapter 10