Before I get started, here are a few things: I do not own Yu-Gi-0h but I do
own all characters that are not in the anime or manga. Another thing, this
story is divided into four parts, which are not named. You will be notified
when each part starts, though. To make it easier for you (the readers) and
me, I have divided each part into several chapters.
Yes, I know the story is corny when you first begin to read, but I guarantee if you keep reading it, it WILL get better. (Just so you know, all or most of the things that happen are based on Egypt customs, NOT American.)
*One more additional thing: I would like to thank Naya for encouraging me to put this story up.*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part I
"Happy 10th Birthday, Yami!" said the Pharaoh, who was his father. "We got you a special present this year."
"Really? What is it?" Yami asked.
"Guess."
"An earring?"
"No, try again." His mother, the Queen said.
"How about a necklace?"
"No, we have gotten you your own slave!"
"A slave?" Yami said in a confused voice, "Where is it?"
The Queen stood up and left for a moment. When she came back, she had a young slave, about the age of ten also, wearing torn and tattered clothing that looked decades old. "His name is Bakura." His mother said, "You can force him to do anything and the best part is, you came treat him as bad as you want."
"Can he play with me?" Yami asked.
"No," the Pharaoh said dully, "You're not supposed to play with slaves. You make them do things."
"Okay, I force you to play with me. Are you sure you want to?"
"I guess," Bakura answered.
"Yami, force him!" The Pharaoh practically yelled, but then lowered his voice to his son. "Besides, you don't want to play with him anyway."
"Why not?" he asked in an innocent voice.
"Because we are better than him. We're better than everyone in all of Egypt."
"I WANT TO PLAY!!!" Yami shouted.
"Fine," the Pharaoh gave in, "But only today, since it's your birthday."
"Let's go play, Bakura." He said.
"Okay," Bakura said and they went off to the prince's room. "You're not going to hurt me, are you?"
"Of course not. Why would I do something like that?" Yami asked him.
"Well, the Pharaoh and Queen didn't seem to like me very much."
"I wouldn't worry about it, Bakura."
-6 months later-
"Yami," said the Pharaoh, "it's time to torture your slave Bakura."
"Why? Bakura is my friend." He told him.
"You cannot be friends with a slave! They are just worthless pieces of junk!"
"No they're not! You don't know what you're talking about!" Yami argued.
"Yami, I am your father, and you do not talk back to me like that! Do you understand? Go down to the dungeon. You will be whipped with that slave of yours. See what kind of trouble that slave gives you just because you're his friend?"
"Fine! Maybe I will get hurt but it's not his fault! Come on, Bakura. I will come with you." They both went down to the dungeon and were hit ten times each. Bakura was crying, but Yami was not. "Try not to cry, Bakura. The pain is only temporary. If you show them how much it hurt, I'm pretty sure my father will do it again."
"Thanks, Yami." Bakura said.
"For what?" He asked.
"For standing up for me like that. No one has ever done anything for me like that before. I didn't expect anyone to do that, especially you- no offense."
"Why do you say that, Bakura?"
"Well, I don't want to be mean," Bakura said, "But pharaohs and queens are usually snobby."
"I'm not a pharaoh, I'm a prince." Yami answered.
"I know, at least not yet. You're not like the others."
-4 years later-
"Bakura, we both know we're not supposed to talk to each other, but I have a question for you. Where did my parents get you from?" Yami asked.
"First, they killed my parents and then burnt my house down to leave no evidence." He answered.
"My parents did that? No wonder you doubted me. Don't worry, Bakura, I'll set you free."
"You will?" Bakura asked excitedly.
"Yes. You may leave now if you wish."
"Thank you, Yami! I'll never forget you or what you've done for me." He said and left.
A few hors later, the Pharaoh and Queen came into Yami's room, both of them were smiling in an awkward way. "Yami, we've got some great news. We just found your slave running away. Now we get to execute him! Won't that be fun?"
"WHAT? NO! I set him free! He wasn't running away! He's my friend, you can't kill him!" Yami shouted.
"YAMI! For the last time, he is not your friend!" His father yelled back at him.
"Yes I am and you can't stop me! What do you have against him? You didn't have to kill his parents either!"
"We didn't know that's how you felt. We're sorry." The Queen said.
"No you're not! I hate both of you!" Yami tried to calm down, "Where is he now?"
"In the dungeon," his mother said sadly. Yami ran to the dungeon, hoping it wasn't too late to save his friend. When he arrived, Bakura was kneeling down on the floor, with his hands tied behind his back with a tight rope. One of the servants was holding a sword over Bakura's head.
"I command you to stop!" Yami shouted. The servant put his sword down, "Thank you."
Yami untied Bakura's hands and told him to get up. "Come on. I need to tell the others something." He took Bakura back up the stairs and called everyone that was in the palace into one room. "Okay, everyone, I have an announcement to make, so listen up. Ever since my friend, Bakura, has came here, he has been in danger. But from this day forward, make a note of this, as long as I am living, no one will hurt him unless I say otherwise. Do all of you understand?" They all nodded. "Good. You no longer have to be afraid, Bakura. You are freed from being a slave forever. Since you do not have a home anymore, thanks to my parents, you can stay in a spare room if you like."
"All right. Can it be close to yours?" he asked.
"If you want, I can put an extra bed in my room for you." Yami offered.
"No, Yami!" the Pharaoh yelled at him, "I will not allow it! I forbid you!"
"For being a prince," said Yami, "I don't get very many privileges. You never let me do anything, but I'm going to do what I want this time."
"Yami, if you disobey me, I won't let you participate in the Shadow Games anymore." He said to him.
"I don't care. Just as long as he can stay."
The Pharaoh sighed. "Go ahead, Yami. We cannot stop you."
Yes, I know the story is corny when you first begin to read, but I guarantee if you keep reading it, it WILL get better. (Just so you know, all or most of the things that happen are based on Egypt customs, NOT American.)
*One more additional thing: I would like to thank Naya for encouraging me to put this story up.*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part I
"Happy 10th Birthday, Yami!" said the Pharaoh, who was his father. "We got you a special present this year."
"Really? What is it?" Yami asked.
"Guess."
"An earring?"
"No, try again." His mother, the Queen said.
"How about a necklace?"
"No, we have gotten you your own slave!"
"A slave?" Yami said in a confused voice, "Where is it?"
The Queen stood up and left for a moment. When she came back, she had a young slave, about the age of ten also, wearing torn and tattered clothing that looked decades old. "His name is Bakura." His mother said, "You can force him to do anything and the best part is, you came treat him as bad as you want."
"Can he play with me?" Yami asked.
"No," the Pharaoh said dully, "You're not supposed to play with slaves. You make them do things."
"Okay, I force you to play with me. Are you sure you want to?"
"I guess," Bakura answered.
"Yami, force him!" The Pharaoh practically yelled, but then lowered his voice to his son. "Besides, you don't want to play with him anyway."
"Why not?" he asked in an innocent voice.
"Because we are better than him. We're better than everyone in all of Egypt."
"I WANT TO PLAY!!!" Yami shouted.
"Fine," the Pharaoh gave in, "But only today, since it's your birthday."
"Let's go play, Bakura." He said.
"Okay," Bakura said and they went off to the prince's room. "You're not going to hurt me, are you?"
"Of course not. Why would I do something like that?" Yami asked him.
"Well, the Pharaoh and Queen didn't seem to like me very much."
"I wouldn't worry about it, Bakura."
-6 months later-
"Yami," said the Pharaoh, "it's time to torture your slave Bakura."
"Why? Bakura is my friend." He told him.
"You cannot be friends with a slave! They are just worthless pieces of junk!"
"No they're not! You don't know what you're talking about!" Yami argued.
"Yami, I am your father, and you do not talk back to me like that! Do you understand? Go down to the dungeon. You will be whipped with that slave of yours. See what kind of trouble that slave gives you just because you're his friend?"
"Fine! Maybe I will get hurt but it's not his fault! Come on, Bakura. I will come with you." They both went down to the dungeon and were hit ten times each. Bakura was crying, but Yami was not. "Try not to cry, Bakura. The pain is only temporary. If you show them how much it hurt, I'm pretty sure my father will do it again."
"Thanks, Yami." Bakura said.
"For what?" He asked.
"For standing up for me like that. No one has ever done anything for me like that before. I didn't expect anyone to do that, especially you- no offense."
"Why do you say that, Bakura?"
"Well, I don't want to be mean," Bakura said, "But pharaohs and queens are usually snobby."
"I'm not a pharaoh, I'm a prince." Yami answered.
"I know, at least not yet. You're not like the others."
-4 years later-
"Bakura, we both know we're not supposed to talk to each other, but I have a question for you. Where did my parents get you from?" Yami asked.
"First, they killed my parents and then burnt my house down to leave no evidence." He answered.
"My parents did that? No wonder you doubted me. Don't worry, Bakura, I'll set you free."
"You will?" Bakura asked excitedly.
"Yes. You may leave now if you wish."
"Thank you, Yami! I'll never forget you or what you've done for me." He said and left.
A few hors later, the Pharaoh and Queen came into Yami's room, both of them were smiling in an awkward way. "Yami, we've got some great news. We just found your slave running away. Now we get to execute him! Won't that be fun?"
"WHAT? NO! I set him free! He wasn't running away! He's my friend, you can't kill him!" Yami shouted.
"YAMI! For the last time, he is not your friend!" His father yelled back at him.
"Yes I am and you can't stop me! What do you have against him? You didn't have to kill his parents either!"
"We didn't know that's how you felt. We're sorry." The Queen said.
"No you're not! I hate both of you!" Yami tried to calm down, "Where is he now?"
"In the dungeon," his mother said sadly. Yami ran to the dungeon, hoping it wasn't too late to save his friend. When he arrived, Bakura was kneeling down on the floor, with his hands tied behind his back with a tight rope. One of the servants was holding a sword over Bakura's head.
"I command you to stop!" Yami shouted. The servant put his sword down, "Thank you."
Yami untied Bakura's hands and told him to get up. "Come on. I need to tell the others something." He took Bakura back up the stairs and called everyone that was in the palace into one room. "Okay, everyone, I have an announcement to make, so listen up. Ever since my friend, Bakura, has came here, he has been in danger. But from this day forward, make a note of this, as long as I am living, no one will hurt him unless I say otherwise. Do all of you understand?" They all nodded. "Good. You no longer have to be afraid, Bakura. You are freed from being a slave forever. Since you do not have a home anymore, thanks to my parents, you can stay in a spare room if you like."
"All right. Can it be close to yours?" he asked.
"If you want, I can put an extra bed in my room for you." Yami offered.
"No, Yami!" the Pharaoh yelled at him, "I will not allow it! I forbid you!"
"For being a prince," said Yami, "I don't get very many privileges. You never let me do anything, but I'm going to do what I want this time."
"Yami, if you disobey me, I won't let you participate in the Shadow Games anymore." He said to him.
"I don't care. Just as long as he can stay."
The Pharaoh sighed. "Go ahead, Yami. We cannot stop you."