Hello, this story was written for Rueky Ishtar. I thank her for having me write this, it was really quite fun! I recommend going and reading her stories, they're quite good!
I had to remove the story the first two times I uploaded it, because it would not show up on the website! Even I couldn't read it! I hope it works this time. It should, because I had no problem updating my other stories. Now without further ado, here's the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Yugioh is owned by Kazuki Takahashi, TV tokyo, 4kids TV, and any other respectfull owner. All credit goes to 4kids for ruining a perfectly good anime, as they do with everything.
( Third Person POV)
It was a busy day in the small town of Catus. The shops were full, and there was a lot of yelling coming from the children who were playing behind the tents. But one boy was not playing and singing and running around with the children. His name was Namu. Namu was being dragged by the chains that locked him together. It had all happened so fast. Less than 48 hours ago he was at his home.
He had heard his father yell for him, and he reluctantly ran to the room where his father was calling him from.
"Yes, father?" Namu said. Without a word of reply, his father grabbed his platinum blonde hair and dragged him outside. The light of the outside sun hit his face and he was thrown to the ground, at the foot of a stranger. He looked up at the unknown man. The man had an evil smirk curled around his lips.
"This boy? He's barely worth 200 Gineih." The man said.
"I don't care, just take him and give me what he's worth." Namu's father said.
Namu's heart skipped a beat. 'Father is selling me?' he thought. He started to cry, only to feel a sharp pain in his side.
"Shut up" His father yelled as he kicked him in the side.
The man that was now his owner took Namu by the hair and chained his hands together. Namu took one last look back at his father, who was staring at him with obvious hate.
"Hurry and keep up" Namu's new owner yelled, snapping Namu out of his painful remembrance of the happening in the last two days.
"Yes, master. Sorry, master" He said. He was to always address his owner as master. When he didn't he was beaten.
Poor Namu was terrified. His father had sold him, and gods know what terrible fate is to befall him when the time comes for him to be sold to another as a slave. But he still had hope. Perhaps someone with a good heart would buy him and raise him as her own. Perhaps he may yet have the life he longed for. Who knows, he might even have siblings with whom he can run and play with. But poor Namu knew that the chances were slim. If not slim, than no chance at all.
A couple hundred yards away, a teenage boy walked along the row of tents. This young man was tanned, and his sun faded platinum blonde hair blew into his face whenever the breeze would come. He was dressed abnormally, too. He sported a lavender shirt, almost as lavender as his eyes, that showed his midriff, and black leather pants.
"Geez, Isis told me to buy a lot of stuff" The man said, and continued down the isle of tents towards the young boy that would soon change his life forever.
(Namu's POV)
"I'll not be paying more than 180 Gineih for that boy" Said a man that my owner was trying to sell me to. Determined to sell me for a profit, he declined the 180 Gineih. He continued to try and sell me to people he stopped. One old woman had offered 220 Gineih, but that was also refused. Finally, a price was settled with a gruff man who said he could use a servant. I cringed at the thought of what was to come if I had to go with that man.
"I'll only pay 300 Gineih for him, no more no less" The man said.
"He's yours." Said my now former owner. I gulped. Hope is lost…
"Wait!" someone cried. I turned to see who it was that yelled for the halt of my doom. It was… me?
No, that's not right. This man looked almost exactly like me, right down to the tanned skin and the blonde hair. But he was older than me, and both his eyes were a magnificent shade of lavender, while one of my eyes was a dull purple and the other was a bright crystal blue.
"What is the meaning of this? Why is this young boy in chains?" He asked.
"None of your business, boy. Now leave before I cut off your hand and feed it to my hunting dog." The gruff man said. I cringed at the thought of that.
The man kneeled down and looked me in the eye. "Do you want to go with this man?" he asked.
I looked up at the man, who glared daggers at me. I was scared of the man, but managed speak.
"I-n-no. I don't want to go with him…" I whimpered.
"Disgusting little slime!" My former owner yelled, yanking my chains and causing me to fall to the ground. He tried to kick me in the side, but his kick was interrupted by the foot of the mysterious man who was, or could be, my savior.
"Stay out of this, fool" My new master said to the mysterious man.
The man just turned to look at him with those dazzling lavender eyes. And without another word, handed a small bag to the man. It jingled as he opened it to see its contents.
"Wow, there has to be over 400 Gineih in here!" He cries, his eyes glistening at the money he now had in his possession. "You can have the worthless boy, I don't need him." He said, and without another word, I now belonged to the man who had just saved me from a terrible and painful fate.
After both the men had gone, I turned to my mysterious savior. "Thank you. You saved me." I said. I couldn't explain what I was feeling right now. This man was beautiful. His eyes were so sparkly, and his hair, though the same color and style as mine, was just the right shade to compliment his tan skin.
The man smiled at me "You're welcome." He said. "How did you get here? Why was the man trying to sell you? Was he your father?"
"No, my father sold me to that man so he could have more money to buy alcohol." I replied.
"I'm sorry. My father was terrible to me, too" He said.
"What did he do?" It took me about two seconds to realize that I shouldn't have asked that question. The man looked sad at the thought of his father. 'It must have been very bad' I thought.
He smiled again "I don't want to sadden you with something like that. It's not a problem now. I'm living with my sister and brother now." He said. My heard jumped. Siblings?
"I don't have any brothers or sisters. My mother died giving birth to me, and my father hated me for it." I said. I noticed that the man's eyes widened at this. Then he looked down, obviously saddened.
"What's your name?" He finally broke the silence and asked.
"Namu." I answered.
He smiled. "I'm Marik. Marik Ishtar." He said. A smile creeped onto my face.
"Well, seeing as you don't have a family to go back too, why don't you come with me?" He said.
My heart jumped. Was I really going to live with this nice man? Was I really, after all these years, going to have a family? It seemed too good to be true. It couldn't be true. But I knew, I just knew, that Marik was not lying. I had only known him for a few short minutes, but I trusted him completely.
"I- I don't know what to say…" I said.
Marik smiled at me. "You don't have to say anything. Come on, let's go home."
My heart leaped then did a dance. Home… I was really going to have a home! After all these years, after all the beatings I've been through with my father, after all the pain and hardship, I was going to have a family! I could barely breathe, but I forced myself up and walked along the sandy isle of tents to the new oasis that was soon to be my home. And I was so happy that I nearly collapsed with anticipation.