Yu-Gi-Oh! ©Kazuki Takahashi

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Others © reaper-of-lost-souls

A/N: This is the second part of my fanfic story of Yugioh. I've decided that my thoughts move back and forth, and the stories are pretty much different. If you have any comments and ideas, go ahead and ask! I hope you enjoy!

Roman Slaves

An appealing young woman walked down the main streets of Rome, the biggest and busiest place in the world today. Luckily for her, she was among the few that are actually Roman citizens. For many others, they were either here to sell and trade their merchandise or were being sold in the local streets. Her business in the main square was to buy some supplies. Throwing a few as, sestertius, denarius, and the occasional aureus when a merchant wouldn't bring down his price low enough. As she walked home, she noticed she only had a few denarii left.

She heard a cry coming from her left. She walked down the narrow passage and into a slave market. 'Oh great! Wasn't planning on walking into the market… but maybe someone here will interest my eye.' She stood clear in the back, watching the seller sell off the slaves. She noticed a little boy in the back, shivering in fear. He skin was darker than most of them and his clothes told her that he came from a more southern place.

"I have a little boy here! Young, but can be easily trained! Came from an exotic place down south. Very rare. I'll start the bidding at 15."

"20"

"25"

"30…"

"Come on people! This boy could be a once in a lifetime opportunity!"

"… 35…"

"45…"

The slave seller sighed, "45 it is." He threw the kid at his buyer. "You take him…" he shivered, slightly unsure by how the man hid his face with his black cloak and stared at him with bottomless blue eyes. He took him by the hand and pulled him away.

The boy began to whimper and cry. "Stop crying," the man growled.

He sniffled, "I'm sorry… sir."

They went past the market and came into a clearing. The man whistled and a horse rode up. The boy shivered in fright. The boy saw a menacing pure-black horse, the man had a black cloak on, and he couldn't see who his master was. The man knelt down to the boy and grabbed his tied hands. He flinched away.

He took a knife out of his pocket and the boy began to cry, "Please don't kill me! Pleas -" He looked down and the rope that had been tied around his hands was thrown on the ground. He looked up and he saw his owner. She had dark purple hair and poised blue eyes.

"Don't assume I'm going to kill you, kid."

He whimpered, "I'm sorry… mistress."

"Well, you're safe from trouble now… that is, if you want to come and work for me."

He looked up, scared about what may happen to him, but he is now a slave and he has to obey his master– mistress's orders, "Yes, mistress."

"Yes what?" she looked at him, her stare piercing his own.

"Yes,… umm… I'll come with you?"

She smiled. She took the boy by the hips and put him on the horse. Then she climbed on, behind him, and road off down the Via Appia.

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After a few long hours of riding, she led him to an aristocrat's house. There seemed to be a good plot of land, the land used to grow mostly grapes and other fruits, some livestock, and had a fairly big house. He gasped. Compared to where he lived, this place was a palace.

A young man, about a year younger than the mistress, came running out, bowing. "Welcome home, Mistress," he said, talking hold of the reins.

She rolled her eyes, jumping down from the horse and helping the boy down. "I thought I told you not to call me that," she frowned.

He smirked, "Well, sorry for being proper. Should I call you Lord of the Universe for short?"

He laughed as she shoved him, playfully. "Malik, knock it off!" She giggled as he grabbed her waist and held her hands behind her back. Her black cloak had fallen off of her face, revealing a charming young woman underneath.

The boy took a nervous step back. Malik looked at him, as he held her in his arms. "You seem to be frightening the kid."

She pushed him away. "Yah, it's my fault," she smiled.

"So, why did you buy the kid? You're going to be leaving tomorrow!"

"Yah… well I thought he could be… useful," she timidly responded.

Malik crossed his arms, "Is there something you're not telling me?"

She shrugged, "No." Then she knelt down, so she was eyelevel with the boy, "So, kid, what's your name?"

"K-kontar."

"Kontar," Malik thought, "That's Egyptian, isn't it?" Kontar nodded. "So that's your game," Malik looked over at her.

She shrugged, "Well, I figured he was an Egyptian." She grabbed her gear from her horse and began to walk into the house, "but let's not talk about why I bought him. Let's learn a bit more about Kontar, ok?"

Kontar stood there, frozen stiff. "Umm, kid, she's talking to you," Malik nudged him.

He looked down, "Oh, sorry mistress."

She rolled her eyes, "Malik, show him the ropes. We can talk after I get my stuff in order."

"Yes Amaya," he smiled, as she walked into the house.

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"Hello Malik," an old man said, coming into the main room. "And who's the kid?"

"Kontar, father," Malik answered. He was sitting on one of the couches sprawled out, eating some grapes and cheese with a cup of wine. Kontar was sitting on the couch next to him; his legged crossed on the ground, unsure what he should be doing. "Amaya got him."

The old man chuckled, "Oh that Amaya, just like her father… Did you do dinner?"

Malik lowered his voice, "Yes, of course I did. Go ahead and get some. Amaya is just taking her time packing."

"For herself?" he responded, looking at Kontar when he did.

"Probably not," he chuckled to himself. "That girl. She's always thinking about others, isn't she?"

"Well, tell Amaya I'll see her tomorrow, when she leaves," and he walked out of the room.

"Y-your father?" Kontar politely asked.

"Yep. Canus Ishtar. He… was the father of Amaya's servant."

Kontar looked at Malik confused. "Wait, I thought Amaya told us that she doesn't own us. So why do you two stay?"

Malik smiled, "Her family has been so good to mine. When my father was being sold in Rome, he was about your age. Her father bought him, who was the same age as him. After that, they hit it off. He kept telling my father to leave, but he never did." He took a sip of the wine and let out a sigh, "He told me it was because Amaya's father treated him like an equal. When he went as an advisor, he brought my father along; when he got a wife, he let my father could get one also. He was so nice to our family that my father never thought of leaving. So we never have."

"… so where are you from?"

"Well I'm from here," Malik shrugged. "I was born in Italy, but I'm still considered a slave. Amaya has told me that I'm a freeman, but I'm going to stick by her as my father did with hers. My father came from Greece, until he was stuck in the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up on a slave ship; and my mother… an Egyptian. That's why my skin is tan."

"And… what about Mistress Amaya?" Kontar asked.

"How about you ask her yourself?" said a voice from behind.

Amaya set her stuff on a table and laid down on a couch, next to where Kontar was sitting. "Hey Amaya, took you long enough," Malik smirked, "and my father says he'll see you off tomorrow."

"Ok," she said, eating some of the cheese and grapes. "How is your father doing?"

"He's doing fine," Malik began, "It's nice that you're giving us your house."

"Well, I don't plan on coming back." Amaya shrugged, "and after the raid, things have just been falling apart. So… are you staying with your father?"

Malik let out a frustrated sigh, "I'm going to have to. He won't let me leave yet."

She smiled, "Well Kontar, what was that you were asking me?"

"Umm… Mistress –"

"Malik, I thought you told him to not give me any titles, just Amaya."

He shrugged, "I tired, but he insists."

Amaya chuckled, looking over at Kontar. He looked down, not wanting to look at her in the face. "Kontar, you don't have to formal. From what I heard from Malik, he has already told you that he's a freeman. Well, that's the same for you. You're free to go whenever you want to."

Kontar looked up. Tears were filling up in his eyes. "B-but, I have nowhere to go! I was living in Egypt, but a group of men captured me and chained me. I-I was worried I was going to… I just want to go home!" he began to cry.

Amaya got up, walked to Kontar, and lightly hugged him. "It's ok… it's ok…"

Malik looked at them, took a sip of wine, and then smiled. "It's ok kid. We're all friends here. I bet you can't believe this, but Amaya here is going to help you get home."

Kontar lit up, looking at Amaya in the eyes. "Really?"

"Really," she smiled. "Now, get some nourishment before you go. We'll be leaving in the morning."

Kontar smiled, wiping his tears away as Amaya put a plate of food on his lap. He began to eat the food as fast as he could. Malik and Amaya looked at each other. Amaya looked with a sheepish smile, while Malik smirked. "So," Kontar was able to say while he stuffed his face, "what's your family story?... Amaya?"

"Mine?" Amaya as she sat down, looking unsurely at Malik. He lifted a hand and shooed her along. "Well, to begin my family had moved here from Troy. My father's ancestors made the voyage from Troy to Italy. My family has never tried to be superior to anyone, so we've kept low. The highest job we'll get is advisor… Well my father was Malleolus Hebitsukai. He was a born Roman, coming from his father, and down to him, to me. He is called to be one of the greatest Roman soldiers… but he was always gone. The person how taught me most was my mom, but my father did teach me things… like how to survive on my own. He also put me in classes with the other Roman boys, because he wanted me to go up as strong as he was… Anyways, my mother's name was Amisi Lucedio. She had come from Egypt. She… was actually a servant at the Pharaoh's palace."

Kontar's eyes lit up, "Really?"

Amaya nodded. "I think to the latest Pharaoh too…"

Kontar looked down, "Wow… that's so cool." Then he looked back up, "So what happened with them?"

Amaya let out a dream felt sigh, "Well, according to my mom, they met at the Pharaoh's palace. He was there as an advisor from Rome for Egypt. He had to come to talk with the Pharaoh. While he was there, they fell in love… it was like love at first sight. But, she was in the hands of one of the priests. So… they ran off together… I don't think anyone there knows where she went still," she smirked to herself. "So then she came back with him to Italy… and this is where they've lived."

"… where are they now?"

Amaya looked down, and then out away from the group. "… this is my estate now. Everything my father had goes to me."

Kontar looked over at Malik with a concerned look. He just shook his head, telling him not to talk about it.

Then Amaya jumped up, "Well, we'd better get out sleep! Malik, see to it that Kontar has a place to sleep. Have him ready to go before the sun rises."

Roman Slaves

A/N:

Roman Currency: aureus – gold, denarius – silver, sestertius – bronze, as - copper

Malik – Marik Ishtar from Yugioh. That just makes things easier when he turns bad… =D

BTW: same with the first story, except I'm interested in writing this one =D so, maybe post things faster on this story? we'll have to see!

I think that's it. Between the first one and the second stories, it just sort of depends on my mood. ^^ If you have questions don't be afraid to ask!