Iris: ohhhhhh *claps for herself* A chaptered story!! And you will wonder how did I make a song-fic that will be very fluffy with such a song... mwahahahaha, I rule.....

Lily (her hikari): *shakes her head and sweatdrop*

Iris: ^-^ And yay!! Ancient Egypt!! Pharaoh Yami!! HOT Pharaoh Yami!!! *drools*

Lily: ¬¬;; *slaps fingers and fic begins*

Disclaimer: No, no own. Nooooooooo own. You'd think Anzu would be alive?! HAH!! Silly, silly person =P

Disclaimer 2: I do not own the song Freak on a leash, which belongs to the guys from Korn. This song is cooooooooooooool...

Warning: Shounen ai (boy/boy love). Do not like? Do not read.

Pairing: Yami/Yuugi

Keys: "__" = talking, '__' = thinking and ~ italic ~ = song lyrics

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Freak on a leash

chapter I: Pain

by: yami iris

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He laid there on his balcony, smiling at the sharp blade that had just been dropped to the floor. He had done something that anyone wouldn't have ever thought he could do, but he couldn't take that anymore.

His life was a living hell, and his future was to be kept in that hell until the day of his death.

Which could be that day.

Instants after the sound of his dagger meeting the cold floor below him, he merely heard the sound of the royal doors of his chambers opening, and the surprised scream of a slave.

His blood covered the floor just under him, his wrists the source of the beautiful vital liquid for his life. The prince just wouldn't stop smiling. He would be free at least, wouldn't he?

Yes, he would.

In the comfort of death, without his father to yell at him, without the High Priest annoying him, without the prison he was kept within. He would be free. And who knows, maybe he would see the only one that really mattered to him?

The lovely face of his mother would be waiting for him at the gates of death, claiming his soul to be with her forever, and protect him from everything that would come.

The slave, that had left a few seconds before to call for someone, had returned, and hurried to his side, not caring if his clothes would be stained with the royal blood of the dying creature who laid there.

He looked up at who had carefully placed his head on their lap, and was surprised who he felt something wet meet his face. Was the person crying? The person was crying... for him?

~ Something takes a part of me. ~

He met the person's eyes, and was really surprised when he saw such beauty in those watery amethyst gems, confusing him. Someone was really showing some emotion towards him?

He was son of the Pharaoh, a man that had no love in his heart, and didn't have a heart at all. He was, as people said, as cold-hearted and bad as his father was. The Dark Prince who would bring darkness to Egypt when the death of Pharaoh Anuthept (A/N: I SUCK at names... So, sue me! go on!) would arrive, leaving the throne to him.

He was the one everyone feared. No one loved him... no one liked him...

Yet, this slave, whose eyes amazed the prince deeply, was crying at his debilitation. Why?

Maybe an emotion long-lost for the poor prince.

~ Something lost and never seen. ~

He had felt it before, but it was a long time ago. And yet... it didn't look as strong as this slave's did.

Someone had cared about him before. Not this strong, because the slave looked like he would cry tears of blood any time soon, and he held him in a warm embrace.

His mother cared for him. His friends cared for him. They all cared, when no one else did, the others' hatred for him just increasing as the years passed by, but not them. And he was happy with that.


~ Every time I start to believe ~

But once time had given him a happiness that looked forbidden, it didn't last. He had been truly happy those times, loving them as much as they loved him.

But, one by one, the ones he loved so much went away. One by one, they left him in this dark world, where he had made a pact with darkness never to leave its blackened world and keeping him from feeling those things again.

Because every time he had those emotions, so strong and pleasing, they would be taken from him, harshly and painfully.


~ Something's raped and taken from me... from me. ~

His mother died of a strong disease that he luckily didn't get. His father didn't look much disturbed with it, leaving him to think that the feeling he had for his mother was something he should not have.

His friends... they were all taken away. Some were slaves, but he didn't mind it at all at the time. But they were sent away from him, and never would come back. They didn't share a tear at their separation, making the young prince think that he was the only one who had a truly feeling, making him feel stupid. Little did he know that they were only holding their tears, so they could get along with it a little better. But he refused to think such positive thought.

His companion, the darkness, was to keep him from feeling any kind of love ever again, because he knew it would always be taken away, leaving him alone, and with a blank soul.

~ Life's got to always be messing with me. (You wanna feel alive) ~

Yet, this slave was crying for him, as if he was the most important person for him.

Life sure had a weird of acting with him.

The slave, never stopping his tears, touching the side of his face, the prince's confused eyes never letting the sweetness of the slave's eyes, sensing it calming his self.

"I called High Priest Seto, my prince." He said, his voice so soft and yet so sad. "He'll be here in no time, and then you'll be healed."

Now that wasn't in his plans.

But the slave wasn't either. And somehow, the look deep within the slave's eyes made him regret what he had just done.

But being healed physically meant getting back to all the pain he had been suffering the past times, and since the slave said he had already called the High Priest, he had no other option at all.

~ Can't they chill and let me be free? (So do I) ~

He heard the door slam open, but his eyes were too tired to try and look at whoever had entered the room. The slave, however, looked at the new occupant, and his face brightened.

The High Priest, once the prince's friend but now had his heart frozen, for his most precious someone was taken away from him, knelt beside the slave, and took the prince from his arms.

He carried the prince to the bed, and would cast a spell that would heal the prince, or at least help him with the pain, just to take away his life danger.

The prince felt betrayed by the slave, because he would be back to the world of torture, his freedom lost in just mere minutes. The blood on the floor only made his mind think that he was so close... so close of getting his freedom...

But now he was back, and as the pain on his wrists ceased, his mind felt the urge to rest, rest until it got used to the idea that he would not get rid of all the real pain of living every day of his life in the stupid palace.

Knowing he would never be free.


~ Can't I take away all this pain. (You wanna feel alive) ~

He knew that, after this incident, they would keep an eye on him, and never ever let him alone anymore. Why had the nice slave done this to him?

He just wouldn't keep himself from the pain anymore. He just wouldn't have any moments alone to himself anymore. He was so close. And now his situation had darkened even more, leaving his mind into blackness, consuming his insides with all the pain of being kept as some kind of hidden prisoner, only masked with the golden jewelry and nice clothes, but no different from the ones that were kept in the dungeons.

He just felt like a small piece in the big game played by his father and advisors, some kind of puppet that had no real free will, manipulated by the fate that was traced for him.

He didn't even feel alive at all.


~ I try to every night, all in vain... in vain. ~

All the sleepless nights, thinking about all the subjects that occupied his mind, gave him no hope. And even the one thought that could release him was useless, for he was "saved" from his freedom.

Everything was in vain. The nights he kept thinking that all those pessimistic thoughts he had about his life were not real and the attempt to take away his merciless life were of no use, because now he was brought back to the truth.

The only thing that calmed his spirit were the amethyst eyes of the slave, that he still saw before falling into unconsciousness, pictured into his mind, marked forever in his soul.

He had never seen so much love for him before.

Maybe Yami didn't live in hell at all. Or maybe Angels of Light could visit him at the point near the Angel of Death.

\\ to be continued...

Lily: O.O *really impressed*

Iris: *smirks* So, you liked huh, aibou?

Lily: Yami... that was.... really good...

Iris: *smirks more* Please *points to you* do now forget to review, or else I WON'T post a new chapter for this, and you'll be curious about what would happen, BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Lily: ............ this got to her head, I swear...

Iris: *still laughing*

Lily: *sweatdrops* Looks like yami won't stop so soon... *ahem* Please review, ok? And tell Iris to get her ego down a little... ¬¬;;

Iris: *pouts* Hey!!