This is my first fic like this. I hope it turns out all right. It starts in the ancient times. A new boy comes to the Pharaoh's city. And sees Yami make an announcement. You know what happens from there. At least, I hope you do. I like playing with people's minds. Please don't ask. So as I said, be nice; first fic. Well, in this type of story of course. I've written a bunch of other fics before. Warning, this might be graphic it might not. The most, of course, will be R. That is, if I feel sappy enough to write it. Oh yeah, if I get Bakura's hair wrong, then shame on me. I like indigo. Okay? I LIKE it. Instead of silvery white I'm saying indigo. And if I'm right…. YAY! Go me.

Disclaimers: I. do. not. own. ANYTHING!!! Not even the idea. Well, I guess the idea is partly mine, but I don't know if anyone else made it up but the layout is mine. Kaykay? Oh, and so is Bakura! He's MIIIINE!!!! Hiss…. I wish.

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Chappy 1: Pharaoh? Wow, hot.

            The indigo haired teen walked over to what seemed like a convention of some sort. He had just entered this city and everyone seemed gathered in the town hall. He shifted the wait of his pack to his other shoulder and walked up to a dirty looking boy. "What's going on here?"

            "The pharaoh is making an announcement! Here he comes!" The boy looked so pitiful trying to look over the heads of the bystanders that the newcomer lifted his up so he could see.

            A child, he couldn't be more than 16, walked onto a dais in front of the crowd. He started talking but the indigo teenager didn't hear a thing that was said. His eyes were locked onto the pharaoh and before he knew it he fell for the lovely spiky-haired lord.

            "He's hot." A guard smiled a few feet away as she heard this.

            'It's looks like Yami will get that slave he wanted.' She then smirked evilly and left to tell the pharaoh.

            Everyone had gone around to where they were before the announcement and the teen wandered around trying to find a place to sleep for the night. He wasn't very clean. His clothes had tatters and patches here and there. His hair was the cleanest thing on him. Its purplish locks drew into spikes and waved in the slight wind. He had to keep pushing the bangs back. But if he had a few good meals and a bath the authoress, yours truly, decides that he can be quite a piece of eye candy. (And by now, those of you who me, if this was present time I'd have some drunken thugs try and do things to him but I can't do that. Not now anyway. *evil snigger*) So instead I'll just have a woman come up to him.

            "Hello sir." The woman was chewing on something. She was dressed in robes that, unfortunately for you guys out there, left a lot to the imagination. She was taller than the teen before her by about a foot and didn't look too nice. "I want you to come with me please. The pharaoh would like to see you."

            He looked around. "Me?" The road used to be packed with people, now it seems like a ghost town. Something wasn't right. "I'm sorry, I can't… I-."

            He never had any time to finish because the woman smacked him. "Yami will see you. Nobody refuses their lord."

            He could do nothing else so he ran. The woman didn't seem to be following, more like muttering something. Of course he couldn't have known she was from the wizards guild. All of a sudden his limbs shot together and stuck like glue. Forcing him to fall because he couldn't balance in that position. The woman came over, reached down, and grabbed his ear. "Let's go."

            Being dragged through, now crowded, streets he could see pity on the faces of everyone looking at him. She started dragging him rather forcefully and he cried out in pain as they started going up a sort of hill. "Ow! Stop it! You're gonna rip out my ear!"

            A sudden tearing sound and a searing pain in his ear when she stopped caused him to gasp. "Then it should be ripped out you insolent little brat." He could feel blood dripping onto his bare shoulder. She let him fall to the ground then dragged him to his feet. He found he could move. His hand shot up to his injured ear. "Now, don't bother to run away or tell the pharaoh about that or you won't have any ears."

            Shocked into silence besides the occasional whimper of pain, he nodded and followed.

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            Yami watched boredly as a guard came in to announce the arrival of another child. 'Great. Another slave. Where'd she find this one? A ditch?' However he forgot to ask when the boy was shoved in. He fell to his knees and kept his eyes downcast. As Shina probably told him to, Yami supposed. The teen pharaoh noticed the boy's hand was covering his ear.

            Yami walked over. "What's wrong?" He narrowed his eyes when the boy whimpered in fear. This new boy was beautiful, but he needed a bath. Yami crouched down and grabbed the boy's chin. Bringing their eyes to meet he stared for a long while into those pained orbs. They looked almost soulless.

            Staring into the pharaoh's eyes seemed to calm him down a bit. He dropped his hand to the ground. Yami took this opportunity to look at what he was hiding. He gently touched the boy's ear; it was torn at the bottom and was still bleeding. "Tell me, who did this?" A few tears fell from the boy's eyes as he tried to talk. Yami gripped gently which caused the boy to gasp and hold back a few sobs. Yami carefully brought the boy to his feet and leaned foreword.

            He flinched when he was brought to his feet and his hair was pushed aside. Shutting his eyes tightly he waiting for the worst. But it never came. Those eyes went wide as fast as they could when the pharaoh's warm mouth closed over his ear and started to clean the blood off of it. He wanted to pull away but it felt, so, good.

            Yami smiled but continued sucking on the boy's ear as he felt him relax into his chest. Yami put his arms around his shoulder and waist and very carefully pulled him to the bed. He thought it was amazing how he could make someone relax so easily.

            'Darn, I've fallen under his spell. But it feels damn good. I might not regret this later.' He sighed and let Yami clean the blood off his hand and arm.

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Yay! Chappy 1 finished. Kay, I hope you know who the mysterious indigo haired teen is. *waits* You're all idiots! If you honestly can't guess you'll just have to wait until I finally feel like putting it up. I know I'm mean. But that's just who I am Ai'ight?

So who's this new boy? (I can't believe you can't guess!!!)

What will happen to him?

Will his and Yami's relationship grow?

Will someone give me something to call this boy while I decide to put off saying his name?

Is he really a boy?

YBM: You're pathetic. Of course he is.

*under breath* Yeah, you would know. *normal voice* Yeah, anyway, meet my evil muse; Yami Bakura.

YBM: Yeah yeah, hi. Go away.

Don't be mean. You're supposed to help me with this story.

YBM: Uh huh. *boredly* Find out next time in 'A Pharaoh's Love' cheesy name.

'My Name's Ryu'

'You Betrayed Me'

'It Hurts, To Be Under Your Spell'

'End Flashback'

'Sitting by the River'

'I Love You, Stupid TombRobber'

'The Love of a Pharaoh'

'The Sacrifice, I'm Sorry'

'I Will Get You Back'

'Finally Finished' (Aren't they grand?)

 I'm planning ahead of time too. So I can finish this one. 11 chapters. My first finished chapter story. Yay! *tears* Wishful thinking. Anyways, gimme lotsa support and this will get done. Kay? Oh yeah, gimme support on my other stories too. I've had support, now I've lost it and support chases away my writer's block. So cheerlead if you have to!

YBM: Pathetic.

Shush up. Anywhoo… thanky and goodbye.

YK- Yami Kori