Another crossover!! All praise!! (Yea, I know, shut up Blue Demon) Also for the people who have read Go Home and haven't read 500 Miles, read the latter and then you'll understand the endding for Go Home.
And people who are waiting for another Kai/Max fic, I will start to write one!!! After I wrote The Cruise I got back my love for Kai/Max!!! Yay!
Now that's done, warnings. This is a yaoi fic. A lot of yaoi-ness is gonna appear in this fic. Um, and its rated R, so anyone who is easily offended should leave and look at another friendlier fic. Also I have limated knowledge of Ancient Greece, so if anyone would be kind enought to give me some information, general info, if you can.
Ancient Greece It was early morning, most likely only five in the morning, but a boy was standing straight, his crimson eyes were not looking at anything interesting, just straight in. The was unusual for this country, his skin was extremely pale, his eyes were crimson and then his hair was different, dark blue at the back, and light blue at the front. He was well built, well toned, to anyone, man or woman he would look sexy.
'Have a nice night trash?' Came a gruff male voice from behind.
'Very nice, master,' The crimson eyed male said. His eyes met a pair of dark brown ones, the man's skin was just as pale as his own, however the man was covered, and he was not.
'Well, if you get sold today Kai, I will actually let you have some food,' The man told Kai.
'Thank you master,' Kai said, but the man never told Kai to move, so he stayed still.
/So, if I get sold today, Boris will feed me. Good enough, I'm starving! Though I have to wonder, why does no one want me? I have been told million's of times that I am beautiful, and yet the people who tell me that never buy me. What is wrong with me?/ Kai thought to himself, and then he saw Boris motioning for him to enter a small shack.
'Hum, take the shirt off,' Boris ordered, and Kai obeyed, revealing his pale skin, untouched and smooth.
'You had better hope that someone will buy you today,' Boris told Kai, who said nothing, after all he was nothing more than a slave, and Boris did not want an answer from him.
On the other side of town a tanned skinned, blonde haired boy was slowly waking up. It was now half seven in the morning, and the boy was supposed to look around the shops, due to the that it was his birthday and his father had given him some money to spend. You could say that the boy is rich, or noble of birth. His room was marble, a curtin covered the window to his left. The floor too was made of marble so it was cool to the touch, which was quiet nice for a person who lived in a hot country like Greece. The boy sat up in his bed and stretched, thinking about what he could buy with his money.
/The amount that my father has given me, combined with the money I have saved up working odd jobs................ Huh, its quiet alot./ The boy thought to himself.
'Master Malik?' A meek girl with pink hair said, werily entering his room, she had a towel and clean clothes for Malik.
'Thank you Mariah,' Malik said, moving out of his bed, taking the towel and clothes, and walking past her.
He went to a private pool area, where he could bath in privacy, and think. Though what could he think about?
/My father........ Hum, he's told me about how any man can get one they wanted into there bed with in reason, if they are not of noble birth, forget it, also if they are married. Ofcourse it doesn't matter if they are male or female. Though it does depend on your tastes........... Speaking of tastes, I shall have to get my own servent at one point, I am fed up of Mariah, she is Isis servent, and she cannot serve both of us at one./ Malik washed the soap from his hair, that he had been massaging in; /I'll have a look around the market./
Malik got out of the pool, dried off, and got changed. He put on some sandles and gave Mariah his bed clothes and the towel he used, and informed her where he was going.
'Yes Master Malik, I shall let your father know,' Mariah said and Malik walked away.
Malik wore cream, it made his tanned skin stand out, his lavender eyes also stood out, but they stood out all the time, it would not matter what his skin colour was if he still had his eye colour. He also liked gold, as did most people in Greece, he wore gold armbands, both lower and upper, and also a golden choker covering most of his neck and a small part of his shoulder, also he wore golden earrings. Malik felt someone touching his exposed arm, elbow to be exact. He turned to see a girl, only 17 years of age, with firey red hair, slightly tanned skin, and honey coloured eyes. She wore a long honey coloured dress, and had silver arm bands on her lower arms
'You were just going to walk past me and not say hello?' She asked him, sounding slightly annoyed.
'Lady Dranzer, I am sorry, I was thinking,' Malik apologised to her.
'Really? And how is you birthday?' Dranzer asked him.
'Fine, and where is Bakura?' Malik asked her.
'I have no idea, did he tell you that we have a slave? Call Ryou?' Dranzer asked Malik, who shook his head; 'Well he did not tell me until after he bought the creature. Its so strange though, he looks like Bakura, and yet he's so quiet and polite, like he could never hurt anyone,'
'Strange,' Malik said agreeing.
'And he has a present to give you too,' Dranzer told the lavender eyed boy.
'I think Bakura is very lucky to have you as his wife,' Malik said, and Dranzer blushed.
'I suppose so, I know he's a bit of a maniac at times, but I don't know.......' Dranzer said with a soft sigh; 'But I shall not keep you, I'll tell Bakura that he missed you,'
'You do that,' Malik said with a slight nod and walked away.
Malik walked on to the more poor side of the town. This was by no means an accident, if he wanted to get a slave, he had to come down here. This side of town was horrible though, everyone lived in cramped conditions, most families shared one room with each other! It was, to Malik's tastes, disgusting. He looked around and saw a boy with pale skin, and amazing eyes. As he walked closer, he saw that although the boy was well built, he was not being properly fed, it wasn't apparent but you could see some of the boy's ribs showing through.
'Excuse me,' Malik said to Boris, who looked surprised.
'How can I help sir?' Boris said, suddenly all business like.
'How much for that slave?' Malik asked him, almost say 'boy' instead of slave.
When Boris told Malik, who did have enough money to pay for the boy, but had decided to banter. After all the boy was in a poor condition. Why pay so much money for a boy who might just kneel over? Malik managed to cut the price in half, and signed the contract which binded the boy, Kai, to Malik, and Malik alone unless he chose to let Kai go to someone else.
'Come on Kai,' Malik said to the crimson eyed boy.
Boris tapped Kai's shoulder, and Kai went to the ground, and kissed Malik's feet. Once on each foot, however he never stood up after he had done that.
'What is he doing?' Malik asked Boris, who smirked, and at that moment Malik had decided to hate the man with a passion.
'He's submitting himself to you,' Boris informed him, and Malik looked surprised.
'Kai, get up,' Malik ordered, and Kai stood up, but never looked at Malik. Instead Malik noticed that Kai looked at the ground, as if there was something interesting down there.
'What are you doing?' Malik asked Kai, and noticed that Boris had gone. He then saw a shirt, dark in colour and gave it to Kai; 'Put this on,'
Kai complied with the order, and Malik took his hand, which was a surprise to Kai.
'Stop looking at the ground, you won't see where your going like that,' Malik told Kai, who looked up, slightly; 'I suppose that's better that looking directly at the ground,'
Kai noticed that Malik was taking him towards the noble area of the town, and he looked at all of the homes in wonder.
'I think we should eat before we go back,' Malik said, expecting Kai to answer 'yes', but Kai remained silent; 'Do you want something to eat?' Malik asked the boy directly.
'Yes master,' Kai told Malik, who went to a stand and got some spicey food.
'Here,' Malik gave Kai his portion, and he ate, though hungry he ate politly; 'You'll get more food when we go home,'
Kai only nodded, and followed Malik to his home, and was in awe at the size of the home. It had a large garden, back and front, with a private pool area inside, the whole of the inside was made of marble, and it was well polished as Kai could see his reflection on the floor.
'How did you get those marks on your face?' Malik asked Kai suddenly, touching the pale boy's cheek's, where the markings were.
'A punishment master, I tried to run away from a past master's home,' Kai informed Malik, but his head was slightly down.
'Why did you run away?' Malik asked him, touching his chin, and making the crimson eyed boy look directly at him.
'Because they wanted me to be a bed slave and nothing else,' Kai told Malik, who removed his finger's from Kai's chin, and walked up the stairs, beckoning Kai to follow.
'You shall be my personal servent, no one else shall order you to do anything unless I allow it. Which will never happen. Your room is directly across from mine, and my sister will most likely tell you that I rarely get up at the same time as everyone else. So you will have a slight lie-in,' Malik explained, and showed Kai to his room; 'And this is your room,'
Kai's eyes were as wide as dinner plates. He had never heard of a servent, or slave even, getting to live in such finery like this room. It too was marble, the bed had white cotton sheets over it, though not large, it was spacious, and looked far more exotic than any other place that Kai had lived in.
'I shall leave you to get settled, and then Mariah, a girl with pink hair, shall show you the ropes,' Malik told Kai, who nodded and went towards the window.
'Malik!' A female voice cried out, making Malik jump out of his skin.
'Isis! Why did you do that?!' Malik demanded to know from his sister.
'Who is that boy? Why is he here? And does he have anything to do with Bakura and Dranzer? I have heard they have a slave boy,' Isis said to her young brother.
Isis was very beautiful, her ebony hair was straight and fairly thick, her tanned skin made her look exotic, and she wore gold as well, but not to the same extent as her brother. A necklease, a head-dress and earrings were all that she wore. Her dress was biege in colour, but at the collar there was small blocks of blue.
'That boy is called Kai, he's my servent, he has nothing to do with them,' Malik told her, and Isis raise an eyebrow.
'Why did you get him? You can have Mariah once I am gone,' Isis said to him.
'You know very well that I do not like Mariah, and in anycase I have bought Kai,' Malik said, and remembered his mistake a bit too late.
'Bought?! Malik, a slave? Why?' Isis asked him, surprised that her brother would do such a thing.
'First off I managed to bargen with the man to bring the price down. And yes a slave, he was starving Isis, and I didn't like the look of the man either,' Malik informed her, knowing that there was a chance that Kai could be listening to there conversation; 'If you'll excuse me sister, I must see if Kai is all right,' Malik said and entered Kai's room.
After closing the door, he saw Kai was on his bed, curled up in a sitting position, his head on his knees. Malik sat next to the pale boy, and gently stroked his hair.
'Hum?' Kai looked at Malik, and fell off the bed in surprise; 'Master, I didn't........'
'Stop calling me master. My name is Malik, call me by my name and I shall call you by your's,' Malik told him, and helped Kai up; 'First thing we shall do is have you cleaned up, i just remembered that Mariah is helping my sister for her wedding. I shall show you to the pool,' Malik said and Kai followed him to the pool.
With Kai bathing Malik went to find him some more suitable clothing, as the one's that he was wearing were ripped and dirty, and it would not do to have a servent wearing ripped clothing even if they were clean. Ofcourse, Malik had guessed that he and Kai were almost the same size, so he brought out some clothes that he no longer wore. Taking a few with him, and leaving the rest on Kai's bed, Malik walked down to the pool, where Kai was drying off.
'Get changed into this, and I'll give you a tour,' Malik said, and then added; 'Once we visit the kitchen,'
Ancient Greece It was early morning, most likely only five in the morning, but a boy was standing straight, his crimson eyes were not looking at anything interesting, just straight in. The was unusual for this country, his skin was extremely pale, his eyes were crimson and then his hair was different, dark blue at the back, and light blue at the front. He was well built, well toned, to anyone, man or woman he would look sexy.
'Have a nice night trash?' Came a gruff male voice from behind.
'Very nice, master,' The crimson eyed male said. His eyes met a pair of dark brown ones, the man's skin was just as pale as his own, however the man was covered, and he was not.
'Well, if you get sold today Kai, I will actually let you have some food,' The man told Kai.
'Thank you master,' Kai said, but the man never told Kai to move, so he stayed still.
/So, if I get sold today, Boris will feed me. Good enough, I'm starving! Though I have to wonder, why does no one want me? I have been told million's of times that I am beautiful, and yet the people who tell me that never buy me. What is wrong with me?/ Kai thought to himself, and then he saw Boris motioning for him to enter a small shack.
'Hum, take the shirt off,' Boris ordered, and Kai obeyed, revealing his pale skin, untouched and smooth.
'You had better hope that someone will buy you today,' Boris told Kai, who said nothing, after all he was nothing more than a slave, and Boris did not want an answer from him.
On the other side of town a tanned skinned, blonde haired boy was slowly waking up. It was now half seven in the morning, and the boy was supposed to look around the shops, due to the that it was his birthday and his father had given him some money to spend. You could say that the boy is rich, or noble of birth. His room was marble, a curtin covered the window to his left. The floor too was made of marble so it was cool to the touch, which was quiet nice for a person who lived in a hot country like Greece. The boy sat up in his bed and stretched, thinking about what he could buy with his money.
/The amount that my father has given me, combined with the money I have saved up working odd jobs................ Huh, its quiet alot./ The boy thought to himself.
'Master Malik?' A meek girl with pink hair said, werily entering his room, she had a towel and clean clothes for Malik.
'Thank you Mariah,' Malik said, moving out of his bed, taking the towel and clothes, and walking past her.
He went to a private pool area, where he could bath in privacy, and think. Though what could he think about?
/My father........ Hum, he's told me about how any man can get one they wanted into there bed with in reason, if they are not of noble birth, forget it, also if they are married. Ofcourse it doesn't matter if they are male or female. Though it does depend on your tastes........... Speaking of tastes, I shall have to get my own servent at one point, I am fed up of Mariah, she is Isis servent, and she cannot serve both of us at one./ Malik washed the soap from his hair, that he had been massaging in; /I'll have a look around the market./
Malik got out of the pool, dried off, and got changed. He put on some sandles and gave Mariah his bed clothes and the towel he used, and informed her where he was going.
'Yes Master Malik, I shall let your father know,' Mariah said and Malik walked away.
Malik wore cream, it made his tanned skin stand out, his lavender eyes also stood out, but they stood out all the time, it would not matter what his skin colour was if he still had his eye colour. He also liked gold, as did most people in Greece, he wore gold armbands, both lower and upper, and also a golden choker covering most of his neck and a small part of his shoulder, also he wore golden earrings. Malik felt someone touching his exposed arm, elbow to be exact. He turned to see a girl, only 17 years of age, with firey red hair, slightly tanned skin, and honey coloured eyes. She wore a long honey coloured dress, and had silver arm bands on her lower arms
'You were just going to walk past me and not say hello?' She asked him, sounding slightly annoyed.
'Lady Dranzer, I am sorry, I was thinking,' Malik apologised to her.
'Really? And how is you birthday?' Dranzer asked him.
'Fine, and where is Bakura?' Malik asked her.
'I have no idea, did he tell you that we have a slave? Call Ryou?' Dranzer asked Malik, who shook his head; 'Well he did not tell me until after he bought the creature. Its so strange though, he looks like Bakura, and yet he's so quiet and polite, like he could never hurt anyone,'
'Strange,' Malik said agreeing.
'And he has a present to give you too,' Dranzer told the lavender eyed boy.
'I think Bakura is very lucky to have you as his wife,' Malik said, and Dranzer blushed.
'I suppose so, I know he's a bit of a maniac at times, but I don't know.......' Dranzer said with a soft sigh; 'But I shall not keep you, I'll tell Bakura that he missed you,'
'You do that,' Malik said with a slight nod and walked away.
Malik walked on to the more poor side of the town. This was by no means an accident, if he wanted to get a slave, he had to come down here. This side of town was horrible though, everyone lived in cramped conditions, most families shared one room with each other! It was, to Malik's tastes, disgusting. He looked around and saw a boy with pale skin, and amazing eyes. As he walked closer, he saw that although the boy was well built, he was not being properly fed, it wasn't apparent but you could see some of the boy's ribs showing through.
'Excuse me,' Malik said to Boris, who looked surprised.
'How can I help sir?' Boris said, suddenly all business like.
'How much for that slave?' Malik asked him, almost say 'boy' instead of slave.
When Boris told Malik, who did have enough money to pay for the boy, but had decided to banter. After all the boy was in a poor condition. Why pay so much money for a boy who might just kneel over? Malik managed to cut the price in half, and signed the contract which binded the boy, Kai, to Malik, and Malik alone unless he chose to let Kai go to someone else.
'Come on Kai,' Malik said to the crimson eyed boy.
Boris tapped Kai's shoulder, and Kai went to the ground, and kissed Malik's feet. Once on each foot, however he never stood up after he had done that.
'What is he doing?' Malik asked Boris, who smirked, and at that moment Malik had decided to hate the man with a passion.
'He's submitting himself to you,' Boris informed him, and Malik looked surprised.
'Kai, get up,' Malik ordered, and Kai stood up, but never looked at Malik. Instead Malik noticed that Kai looked at the ground, as if there was something interesting down there.
'What are you doing?' Malik asked Kai, and noticed that Boris had gone. He then saw a shirt, dark in colour and gave it to Kai; 'Put this on,'
Kai complied with the order, and Malik took his hand, which was a surprise to Kai.
'Stop looking at the ground, you won't see where your going like that,' Malik told Kai, who looked up, slightly; 'I suppose that's better that looking directly at the ground,'
Kai noticed that Malik was taking him towards the noble area of the town, and he looked at all of the homes in wonder.
'I think we should eat before we go back,' Malik said, expecting Kai to answer 'yes', but Kai remained silent; 'Do you want something to eat?' Malik asked the boy directly.
'Yes master,' Kai told Malik, who went to a stand and got some spicey food.
'Here,' Malik gave Kai his portion, and he ate, though hungry he ate politly; 'You'll get more food when we go home,'
Kai only nodded, and followed Malik to his home, and was in awe at the size of the home. It had a large garden, back and front, with a private pool area inside, the whole of the inside was made of marble, and it was well polished as Kai could see his reflection on the floor.
'How did you get those marks on your face?' Malik asked Kai suddenly, touching the pale boy's cheek's, where the markings were.
'A punishment master, I tried to run away from a past master's home,' Kai informed Malik, but his head was slightly down.
'Why did you run away?' Malik asked him, touching his chin, and making the crimson eyed boy look directly at him.
'Because they wanted me to be a bed slave and nothing else,' Kai told Malik, who removed his finger's from Kai's chin, and walked up the stairs, beckoning Kai to follow.
'You shall be my personal servent, no one else shall order you to do anything unless I allow it. Which will never happen. Your room is directly across from mine, and my sister will most likely tell you that I rarely get up at the same time as everyone else. So you will have a slight lie-in,' Malik explained, and showed Kai to his room; 'And this is your room,'
Kai's eyes were as wide as dinner plates. He had never heard of a servent, or slave even, getting to live in such finery like this room. It too was marble, the bed had white cotton sheets over it, though not large, it was spacious, and looked far more exotic than any other place that Kai had lived in.
'I shall leave you to get settled, and then Mariah, a girl with pink hair, shall show you the ropes,' Malik told Kai, who nodded and went towards the window.
'Malik!' A female voice cried out, making Malik jump out of his skin.
'Isis! Why did you do that?!' Malik demanded to know from his sister.
'Who is that boy? Why is he here? And does he have anything to do with Bakura and Dranzer? I have heard they have a slave boy,' Isis said to her young brother.
Isis was very beautiful, her ebony hair was straight and fairly thick, her tanned skin made her look exotic, and she wore gold as well, but not to the same extent as her brother. A necklease, a head-dress and earrings were all that she wore. Her dress was biege in colour, but at the collar there was small blocks of blue.
'That boy is called Kai, he's my servent, he has nothing to do with them,' Malik told her, and Isis raise an eyebrow.
'Why did you get him? You can have Mariah once I am gone,' Isis said to him.
'You know very well that I do not like Mariah, and in anycase I have bought Kai,' Malik said, and remembered his mistake a bit too late.
'Bought?! Malik, a slave? Why?' Isis asked him, surprised that her brother would do such a thing.
'First off I managed to bargen with the man to bring the price down. And yes a slave, he was starving Isis, and I didn't like the look of the man either,' Malik informed her, knowing that there was a chance that Kai could be listening to there conversation; 'If you'll excuse me sister, I must see if Kai is all right,' Malik said and entered Kai's room.
After closing the door, he saw Kai was on his bed, curled up in a sitting position, his head on his knees. Malik sat next to the pale boy, and gently stroked his hair.
'Hum?' Kai looked at Malik, and fell off the bed in surprise; 'Master, I didn't........'
'Stop calling me master. My name is Malik, call me by my name and I shall call you by your's,' Malik told him, and helped Kai up; 'First thing we shall do is have you cleaned up, i just remembered that Mariah is helping my sister for her wedding. I shall show you to the pool,' Malik said and Kai followed him to the pool.
With Kai bathing Malik went to find him some more suitable clothing, as the one's that he was wearing were ripped and dirty, and it would not do to have a servent wearing ripped clothing even if they were clean. Ofcourse, Malik had guessed that he and Kai were almost the same size, so he brought out some clothes that he no longer wore. Taking a few with him, and leaving the rest on Kai's bed, Malik walked down to the pool, where Kai was drying off.
'Get changed into this, and I'll give you a tour,' Malik said, and then added; 'Once we visit the kitchen,'