Yami couldn't believe what he was being told. Sitting right at his feet was a young teenager. His hands were tied behind his back, his face was smashed to the ground by the guards hitting and kicking him. Yami would have immediately told them to stop if he hadn't been told what he had just been told.

-Flashback-

The doors burst open. Yami lifted his head up off of his hand. What now? He thought. He saw three guards… Three? Three guards? Leading one small boy? How was that in any way called for? They approached his throne and threw down the boy to his knees.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Your majesty, this cretin seems to have the stupidity to mock the crown." One of the guards said.

"In what way?" Yami asked lazily playing with one of his golden tendrils. The king's hair was very unusual. But he was very well known for it. It was mostly jet-black. It was spiked upward with red at the tips. His bangs were golden. Streaks of the black spikes were golden as well. The gold streaked up the black like lightening bolts streak across the black stormy sky.

The guard was a bit taken-aback by his king's statement. All that the king had to do was look at the boy to see his blatant mockery. The boy's hair was almost exactly like the king's. His hair was mostly black as well, and he also had golden bangs. There were no golden streaks along the black, and his tips were a dark indigo. But his hair was styled and spiked just like the king's hair.

"Um, your majesty… He has mocked your stature… Just look at him." The guard attempted to find the right words, but failed miserably. But he had convinced the king to look upon the boy.

Yami's eyes drifted to the boy. He gasped. The boy's hair was shocking like the king's. But not just that, he could have been the king's brother; they were so similar looking. The only differences were the slight difference in their hair and that the boy was clearly a couple years younger, he was definitely smaller and not quite as toned. The last difference was the boy's eyes. His eyes were a faded shade of purple. Tears were drifting down the boy's cheeks from his lavender eyes. One of the guards kicked his head down.

-Flashback end-

Another guard spoke. "We wish to know his punishment so we can carry it out."

The king asked a simple question. "How has he mocked the crown again?"

"He mocks your majesty's form." The guard answers.

"He obviously looks similar towards myself, but how is this a crime?" He said curtly.

At this the guards did not know exactly what to say. They had assumed that the boy had tried to make himself appear like the king to ridicule him. They had thought well of themselves stopping him before said ridiculing would begin.

"If you cannot supply me with some hard proof of his crimes, then I will have no choice but to release him." The king said.

"But your majesty!" The guards tried to comply. "At least punish him in the slight. A week in the dungeon, stripped of his home, something at least?"

"Hmm, very well. It is obvious that he has styled himself to appear to be me. I shall give him the punishment of servitude. He shall become my one and only personal slave. I have many vassals and servants, but he shall serve a special purpose. He shall always remain at my side as my personal servant. He shall give me anything I desire, even if that thing I desire is his life. Back off him." He ordered the guards to step back. He walked down to the boy. The boy who was shaking, obviously from fear. "Guards, you may leave."

The guards turned and left the throne room. The boy stayed in the same position, face to the floor. Yami knelt down to the boy. He untied his hands. Once finished he placed his hands on his shoulders.

"Will you lift you head and allow me to gaze into your eyes?" The king asked kindly.

The boy's head shot up immediately and obediently. The big indigo eyes, filled with tears, stared up at the king. The king gently wiped away the tears from the boy's eyes. Yami smiled at the boy for a while and looked at him taking his images in.

"Do you have any family, boy?" The king asked. The boy shook his head. "Anything at all you'll be leaving behind?" The boy shook his head again. "What is your name?"

"…Yugi…" The boy said sheepishly. His cheeks became slightly pinker, but the king wasn't exactly sure if he imagined it or not since the boy's cheeks were already very pink from the crying.

"What a fine name you have Yugi. Are you comfortable with becoming my servant? I guarantee that even though your orders may be more frequent, you will have the best lifestyle out of all the vassals here in this palace." The king asked.

The boy nodded his head slowly.

The king held out his hand for the boy, who grabbed it hesitantly; they both stood up.