Natoya: Hello and welcome to the second chapter of Stolen Prince! Thanks to everyone for the supporting this story!
Yugi: Well here it is!
Yami: She does not own Yu-Gi-Oh! And there is yaoi in this story! You don't like it, you don't read it. Simple as that.
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Pharaoh Yami woke from his slumber in the late afternoon. He stretched like an alley cat, working the kinks from his body and smiling at the pleasure one felt from being able to sleep the day away. No early meetings, no sentencing, no court… Yami grinned. Today promised to be a good day. He rose from the bed, dressed, and laced himself with the gold and jewels befitting only him. Swinging on his long, flowing cape, Yami left his room and went to the dining hall to be served his late lunch. Upon entering the room however, his day was immediately shot as a flying ball of long ebony hair rushed at him and wrapped herself around his arm.
"Oh my Dear Pharaoh! You've finally risen! Come, sit. We've much to discuss about our wedding." Chirped the beautiful yet very annoying Princess of Shiba herself, Princess Mia Shiroby. Yami growled in annoyment. He had forgotten that she and her mother were staying here for two weeks to prepare for the wedding between her and himself. She was lovely yes, but she had the personality of a venomous rattlesnake. She was as snobby and selfish as any spoiled rotten princess. Yami could not stand her but he was agreeing to marry her for the good of their kingdoms. He had been betrothed to her since he was twelve, and now he was a handsome young man of twenty. He had been told since he was young that to marry her would bring excellent alliances to them. He could not back down now, not after so many years went into this. To back out now would shame his family and his kingdom.
"Yes, Mia. I suppose we do." Yami agreed and settled down across from her at the table. She, though it wasn't allowed, set her chair next to him and leaned on her hand, fluttering her lashes.
"I'm looking forward to becoming your queen in the month to come dear Pharaoh. Are you as eager to have me as I you?" Mia said low and soft. Yami could sense her lust as though it were a thick cloud, thick and suffocating. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to smile at her and nod his head.
"Yes dear Mia. Our wedding will surely be a good thing for us and for our kingdoms." Yami said, though he wanted to kill this thing that was sitting too close to him. Mia smiled and giggled.
"But mostly for us." Mia said in a suggestive way. Yami looked at her and made his face an impassive mask.
"Are you suggesting something that you shouldn't be right now Princess Mia?" Yami asked, his voice commanding. Mia's face flushed as she realized that he interpreted her meaning.
"I'm sorry Pharaoh, but I can't help but look forward to our… 'Special' time together. The stories I have heard condone you as an extraordinary lover." Mia said, with an odd glint in her eye. (coughwhorecough Sorry.) Yami growled lowly and turned to face her completely.
"How have you heard such stories about me Mia, when I have not taken a lover my whole life as I've pledged my loyalty to you through the promise of our betrothal?" Yami asked her. Mia flushed again. She looked flustered as she tried to explain.
"I-I meant it as in-" She was interrupted by a young servant girl who came in carrying their lunch. She took one look at the nearly angered face of her Pharaoh and the flustered yet lustful look on Mia's face and her own face flushed as she realized she had just interrupted something private and personal.
"I'm sorry Pharaoh. I simply wished to deliver the meal." She said and did so, quickly ducking back out of the room.
"You meant that as in what?" Yami asked, ignoring the girl who had just left the room. Mia turned her attention back to him.
"Can we forget it? It's getting late and I promised Mother I would come back to her as soon as we've eaten." Mia said, losing her husky tone and snapping back to princess mode. Yami let it slide as he did not wish to ruin his day any further by arguing with her. He wasn't stupid; he knew full well what she was thinking. But the laws required that she not ask or suggest such things even when they were married; that was his job though he didn't want the honor. But Mia made it no secret to anyone except her dear mother that she desired his body and made several attempts to touch him inappropriately when they were alone. Yami really hated her.
They ate their meal in silence. When they were done, Mia bid him a good afternoon and left to join her mother. Happier now that she was gone, Yami asked a servant to clear the table and decided he wanted to take a stroll into town. He expressed his desire to his High Priest, best friend, and cousin Seto. Seto smirked at him.
"Why not take Princess Mia into town with you?" He asked, a humorous tone to his deep voice. He often enjoyed teasing Yami like this. He knew of the hatred his cousin had for the girl and honestly, even as a holy priest, Seto despised the girl as well and did not like the idea that his Pharaoh had to marry the bitch.
"No. She has already invaded my day enough. I want to relax. Can you have a team of guards escort me?" Yami asked. Seto nodded and walked with him to the exit of the palace gates where four guards stood watch.
"You four! Escort the Pharaoh into town. I will find guards to take your places." Seto barked. With a 'yes sir!' each, they surrounded Yami and followed him into the town square. Seto watched them depart, then he turned and walked into the palace.
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Bakura held tight to Yugi's leash. They were in Egypt's town square and Bakura was currently trying to find the right person to buy his 'special' slave. Yugi had been stripped of his royal robes and jewels and given the dirty common clothes of a slave. He was unhappy and mistreated, often times made to go without food when he was bad or rebellious. He had been in Bakura's care for about a month and hadn't fared any better then a slave of seven months. Yugi hoped vainly that he would die; better to die then to be any kind of slave to anyone. He was a royal prince damnit!
"Be a good boy Yugi. Be a good boy and smile for the customers and maybe you will get fed tonight." Bakura said. Yugi glared at him and looked stubbornly at the ground. He was tired of Bakura bribing him with food. No matter how good he acted, it was always denied him in the end. Bakura didn't like that and soundly thrashed the boy, in front of everyone, on his behind. Yugi yelped in pain as tears formed in his eyes as he was beat.
"Stop, stop! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'll be good, I promise!" Yugi cried as he yelled in vain for the pain to stop. Bakura only thrashed him harder for speaking out of turn. The people passing by only stared in annoyment. For a slave to need to be thrashed in public meant that he was not obedient and not a good buy.
"Don't speak out of turn boy!" Bakura yelled at him. Yugi began to soundly cry. He just wanted the thrashing to stop. Bakura took Yugi's sobs as a submissive act and stopped. Yugi limped away about a foot and sat down, though it was painful, and sobbed. As a prince, he was not subjected to any sort of physical pain. So the beatings he received from Bakura hurt very badly. Bakura smiled at him and turned to talk to someone who just arrived.
"So, you want to sell that crying mess of skin and bones over there?" asked the man with a deep voice. Bakura smiled.
"Name and rank in this country." Bakura snapped.
"Marik and I own a brothel. That boy would be a pretty addition to my other whores." Marik said with a sadistic smile. Bakura also gave him a sadistic smile and turned to Yugi who was now watching him with wide, fearful eyes.
"How about that slave? Want to be a whore?" Bakura asked. Yugi shook his head, pleading for a no, and Bakura asked. "Well who said you had a choice? Yes, I think the brothel will suit you well." Bakura said, turning to his newest 'friend.'
"How much for the boy?" Marik asked.
"1,000 gold coins." Bakura said. Marik's eyebrows rose.
"1,000 gold coins? Don't you think that's a bit much?" Marik asked. "He's just a common slave and all skin and bones!" Marik repeated. Bakura chuckled and drug Yugi over to them by the arm.
"I don't think that's much compared to what your customers would pay for him. Skinny he may be, but he is a beautiful boy with a lovely body that anyone would pay plenty for. You'll have to be stupid to turn down one who would make your customers pay through the nose just to have him." Bakura said. Yugi paled.
Sold? In a brothel? To go from royal prince to a whore who meant nothing to the men who would use him? Tears formed in Yugi's eyes once more as he asked the gods why they would condemn him to such a fate. He begged them to save him.
"Why such a high price for a whore?" Marik asked again.
"Because friend, not only is he pretty to look at, he is a virgin as well. They would pay higher then that to bed a virgin." Bakura said. Yugi gasped and paled more. Surely now the man would buy him. He could tell by the evil gleam in his lavender eyes.
"I'll buy him then." Marik said. Yugi let out a dismayed cry.
"No!" He yelled. "No, no, no! Not him! Bakura-Master please! Anyone but him!" Yugi cried, his tears falling. Marik grinned and went to search his pouch for the money. Bakura whipped Yugi again for screaming and speaking out of turn.
"Feisty isn't he? I like that." Marik said. Yugi was frantic. He did not want to be sold to that… that… monster! In an effort to fight back, he bit Bakura as hard as he could on the arm. Bakura yelped in pain and let go of him. Yugi took the chance to run. He bolted away, ignoring the outraged cries of Bakura and Marik. He ran for his life, hitting people, knocking over small children; he didn't care; as long as he got away from those men. Yugi didn't stop running, and he wouldn't until he was very far away.
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Natoya: Well that's it for two!
Yugi: Yeah! And thanks to DMHPluv, Black-Dranzer-1119, Blue Bull, Kyo lover with a little sanity, dragonlady222, and Botan Strife for reviewing the story!
Yami: Now review this chapter and make us happy!
Natoya: Flames will be ignored and used to make marshmallow smores to be shared with the nice reviewers!
