Hello people. I bring you a new story! The Prince and his Thief! This is a Tendershipping fan fiction, so if you don't like yaoi, don't read this. I am truely sorry for any miss spellings, I am really tired! I had a long day of Dungeons and Dragons today! But anyway, on with the story!
I don't own Yugioh! But I do own my story and idea, so don't take it!
A young teenager stood on the balcony of a palace, watching the leaves float down onto the ground, almost a hundred feet below. He stared intensely with his dark brown eyes as the leaves fell into a pile. He sighed and wished that he could go down to where the trees were. A person with light tan hair and a tan walked over to the white haired teenager.
"Young prince," The tan haired teenager called to the white haired prince.
"Yes, Malik?" The white haired prince asked, "And Malik, please don't call me 'prince'! Please use my name."
Malik laughed. "Sure, Ryou, whatever you say."
Ryou smiled and followed his friend through the long, winding hallways of his father's palace. As they walked, Ryou watched the steel suits of armor as he had always done when he was younger. His servant, Pegasus, had told him that they contained the spirits of the evil villains that had tried to destroy the palace and kill the king to take over. Ryou shivered as he thought of the people who had wanted to kill his family.
"So Malik," Ryou began, wanting to break the deathly silence that the hallways created, "What did my father want me for this time?"
"Well," Malik said uncomfortably, pausing and staring at the ground, "H-he wanted to talk to you about . . . about when you become the next king and about . . ."
"About?" Ryou asked, worried about what his best friend was going to tell him.
"He wanted to talk to you about . . . choosing the next queen of the palace," Malik replied.
"What?" Ryou gasped, feeling cold sweat run down the back of his neck, "I-I don't want to talk to him about that yet! I'm not in love!" Yet, Ryou reminded himself.
Ryou and Malik walked the rest of the way to the room that his father wanted him to meet him in, in absolute silence. When he got to the door, he felt Malik pause behind him, about a step back. Ryou quickly knocked on the door and waited for a response from his father.
"Come in!" The king called.
Ryou quickly walked in and watched as Malik left, walking as fast as he could away from the room with the king and prince in. Ryou sighed and walked over to his father.
"Father?" Ryou asked.
"My son, my prince," The king said happily. Then his face turned serious. "My son, I have something that I have to talk to you about. You know about my sickness, right?"
Ryou nodded numbly, worried about what his father had to tell him. The king had had a sickness for the past three years, and he had only gotten weaker and weaker. Nothing the best healers did helped.
"Well, my son," The king said, "I have to tell you something important. I will not live past this year."
Ryou gasped. What? No, Father can't die! Not yet! I'm not ready yet to become king!
"And Ryou, my son," the king said quietly, "You must find a wife, the next queen of the kingdom, and, I must teach you some of the rules of the king. Now, you can't be too weak," Ryou winced, "Or too strong. You have to be good to your people and understand that you can't help everyone. You must warn off all evil that threatens the palace, and-"
The king stopped and started coughing as he sank lower into his seat. Ryou gasped and watched as healers raced into the room and told Ryou to leave the room.
Ryou quickly left and headed back to his balcony. He stared at the leaves as tears fell from his face. Why, Father? Why do you have to die, to leave me all alone? Ryou's father, other than Malik, was the closest thing to family that he had. He did have a mother, an aunt, two uncles, and a cousin, but none of them were never nice to him, they had always resented him. Malik had stood by Ryou's side always, trying to help out and make him stronger. But Ryou always had trouble with 'becoming stronger'.
"Why?" Ryou asked himself, "Why does everything happen so quickly?"
"Ryou . . ." Malik said quietly as he stood in the doorway, "I-I'm so sorry."
"Thanks," Ryou said quietly, faking a smile as he did often.
Ryou turned his attention back to the leaves and the villages below. Malik sighed and turned away. As he walked away, he thought to himself, Poor Ryou, I'll have to help him out through the time before he becomes king.
"Oh, dear prince," A voice said from behind Ryou.
Ryou turned around, not recognizing the voice of the person behind him. When Ryou turned, he saw a young man, no more than a year or two older than himself. The young man had the same kind of bushy, white hair that Ryou himself had, except the strangers hair stood up a little, looking something like bat wings, or devil horns. The mysterious teenager was wearing a blue and white shirt with white pants. Around the strangers neck was a ring connected to a chain. The ring had a pyramid shape in the center that fit perfectly into the circle shape of the ring. And inside the pyramid was an eye shape, an eye shape that gave Ryou the creeps.
"Who are you?" Ryou asked the stranger, trying to sound fierce.
The young man laughed as Ryou's face turned a deep crimson red color as he tried to sound fierce.
"Do I need to call the guards?" Ryou asked stupidly, which only made the teenager laugh even more.
"Your previous question," The stranger said, "I'll answer that one first. My name's Bakura. And about the guards, I don't think that you'll need them. I mean, why waste the moment that we have together, alone?"
"W-what?" Ryou gasped. What is he talking about? I mean, I'm a guy! And I'm not gay!
Bakura walked closer to Ryou, smiling an evil smile. As he came closer, Ryou took a step backwards. He felt Bakura's dark brown eyes staring intensely at him, only making Ryou turn more crimson.
"So, Ryou," Bakura whispered into Ryou's ear, "How would you like to go out with me?"
What? "I-I'm sorry, but what do you mean by that?"
Bakura started laughing. "My friend Marik was right! You have spent too much time in this castle! What I mean by that is date, you know what a date is, right?"
Ryou's face turned red, but not with his shyness, with anger. "Of course I know what dating is! I'm not stupid!"
"So?"
"I-I can't date another guy! What do you think I am, gay?"
"You may be, we'll just have to find out."
"What? Don't you dare talk to your prince like that!"
"Okay, prince. Whatever you say."
"Prince Ryou!" A few guards called as they raced through the hallway. They ran around Ryou and pointed their spear at Bakura.
"What are you doing?" Ryou asked. Wait . . . why would I care what happens to this person, Bakura? I'm not gay!
"We are supposed to protect you with our lives, young master." The first guard told the young prince. "And this thief isn't allowed to be anywhere close to you! Guards, execute him, now!"
"No!" Ryou found himself screech. He raced over to Bakura's side. "Don't kill him!"
"I knew it," Bakura whispered into Ryou's ear slyly.
"Oh, shut up!" Ryou hissed at Bakura, "I'm trying to help you, if you didn't notice!"
"Oh, believe me, I noticed," Bakura replied with a sly twinkle in his eyes, "But I can' take care of myself."
Before any of the guards could execute Bakura, or even try to kill him, Bakura leaped over to the edge of the balcony and winked at Ryou. Then, amazingly, Bakura fell backwards off of the edge of the balcony. Ryou gasped. That was over a hundred foot drop! Ryou raced over to the edge where Bakura had been and watched as Bakura fell into the mist that had started to swirl up out of the ground.
"Bakura!" He called desperately. Then Ryou fell to the ground, trying as best as he could to hold back tears.
"Well," One of the guards said after a moment, "That's one way to get rid of a thief."
Ryou gasped in pain, not physical pain, but from the strange pain that he felt in his heart. When one of the guards tried to help him up, Ryou pushed past the guard and headed off of his balcony towards his room. He ignored the stares that he got from servants who were going to check on Ryou's relatives. But Ryou knew why he got the stares; he could feel the tears running down his cheek, hot as fire. Once he got into his room, Ryou slammed the door behind himself and locked it. Once alone and away from everyone else, he threw himself onto his bed and let his tears fall.
Why, Bakura? Why am I feeling this . . . connection, to you? It doesn't make any sense! I'm not gay! And then you just went and . . . died. Why? Is that what people, the ones that don't live in palaces, do when they are upset or about to die anyway? They just give up? Ryou laid in bed for a while, pondering about the questions that he wanted to ask Bakura. Why me? Why did you want to 'go out' with me, of all people? Are you gay, Bakura? And, does that make me gay too? Because I think that I . . . really like you, even though I just met you. I'm so confused, Bakura, why did you have to leave? Why did you have to die? I never got to ask you any of this!
Suddenly, the door opened and Ryou turned around, fully aware of his wet, red face, covered in tears. Malik was standing in the doorway.
"Malik, what are you doing here?" Ryou asked, wiping the tears from his face.
"I-I came to tell you some bad news," Malik murmured, "But it seems that you have already heard the news."
"W-what news?" Ryou asked, and then added, "I haven't heard any news. I was- it was- um- something else. What news?"
"Oh, I was informed to tell you that . . ." Malik started, "That you father, our king, he . . . he only has a few weeks left. His maximum is around ten weeks, but they said that . . . he could pass on at any moment. Ryou, I'm so, so sorry."
Ryou stared at his best friend, shocked and speechless. Father has even less time than he was predicted to have before? W-what were they going to say next? That he has ten minutes?
"M-Malik," Ryou murmured after a few moments, "T-thank you for telling me. It means more coming from you than anyone else; because I know that you actually mean what you say."
"Master Ryou," Malik began, "I think that you may need some time alone. You- you look like you could use some sleep. Why don't you get some rest, and I'll be back in a little while."
Ryou nodded and laid down on his bed. Malik left the room and closed the door behind him. Ryou lay, lost in thought of becoming the next king. Ryou shook his head, he didn't really want to be the king, but he couldn't tell his father, or he might get worried about what would happen once he died. And now, he had even less time than before! Ryou closed his eyes and sighed, pulling the blanket over his head. The only two things he could think about were his father, and Bakura. In a few weeks, they will both be dead, and I will be alone. Well, except for Malik.
Well, how was that? If you liked it, please review. If you hated it, review. I would like anyone's comments, as long as they don't contain any cuss words. By the way, this story will either be updated daily or twice a day. I might update it all today. I haven't decided yet. But if you want to hear more, review! XD