-Previously on Western Romance-
"OK Governor, I'll take her, her" Seto stopped to weigh his options, "Her and..."
"You animal!"
It was as if the world had just stopped turning in that one moment as everyone turned to see the governor's son pointing an accusing finger at Seto. So much for staying hidden. Yami was so furious it was in that moment that he decided that he had to do something, it just wasn't right! Who were they to think that they could just come in here and take away his home. He would teach them a lesson.
In that one moment, Seto was willing to bet everything he had, which was alot, that he had never seen anything so gorgeous in his life. He never knew that another man could be described as beautiful and this was proving that there was undoubtedly an exception to the rule. This boy made the other girl look like unlit candles in a room full of glowing light bulbs.
"SLAP!"
Seto didn't even know what hit him, well he had an idea but it was too far fetched to believe. No one ever dared... No one ever thought... NO one ever ...
"Yami!" Exclaimed the Governor with fear evident in his voice. "Please forgive him, he's not well he hasn't been taking his medication..."
"Father I feel fine, someone has to teach these dogs a lesson" Exclaimed Yami with fire in his eyes.
Seto had gotten over his momentary shock and was now staring at Yami with something he couldn't't quite place.
"Governor, it seems there is to be a slight change of plans, instead of these women I will take..." At this Seto paused a moment to take a look around and with a more than innocent look, his eyes landed on Yami, "Him"
"I like them feisty"
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Ever since the day Yami was born he'd known he was special, being the governer's son had ensured that his chances of ever leading a 'normal' life were slim to none. Constantly sheltered from the so called world of unhappiness and misery, he had never been given the wings to find out what any of that truly was.
True he had witnessed death, as his mother had fallen casualty to the unseen force upon man that cannot be cured or helped, but it occupied only a small portion of his memory as he was too young when it occurred to recall. In his sixteen years of life he couldn't count on one hand any incidents of emotional or otherwise physical elements of pain he had ever been engaged in, he had his father to thank for that.
In all these years he had always been there to guide his son, to make sure he would never feel an ounce of sorrow or regret. Yami had never gotten the chance to experience one of the most influential emotions that made human nature so complex.
He never had to experience pain which was both horrible and beautiful in it's nature all at the same time, for without pain how are we to know we are truly alive? To feel is one of the greatest gifts of all, pain is just one of it's components and from it we learn to accept fate and move on. Yami was under exposed to this and fate was about to show him this in the cruelest way possible.
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"What's it gonna be Governor, the town that you love so much or," Seto allowed a crude smirk to grace his features as he stared pointedly at Yami, "The boy."
"No," stated the Governor with such finalment in his voice that any other person would have just given up, but unfortunately this wasn't just any other person we're talking about here.
"I see, Governor it occurs to me that you don't realize who I am, with one word I could grind this pitiful town into dust, so I'll ask you again to reconsider." remarked Seto as he brandished a sterling silver gun from his vest where it lay dormant, for now.
In his history of being Governor of this weary town he'd had to make many decisions each more difficult than the next. In all that time, those decisions had depended solely on the best interest of the people. Now, what decision was he to make and at what cost? On one hand he had his town, the place he himself had been brought up as a child, his home. On the other side, there was his child, his son. Yami was worth more to him than the rarest gold.
Until now, decisions made regarding Yami were simple and one sided, if it was in his best interest then the decisions were easily acknowledged, if not then they were forgotten along with whoever formulated the idea in the first place.
As he looked around at his town, at his people he realized that there was only so much more that they could take, but there was so much more Seto could do to make life here simply unbearable. This town was barely standing, but it was doing just that, 'standing'.
He looked around at the children that would never have the chance to grow up if he gave the wrong answer and so it was with a heavy heart that he place his cobalt firmly into Seto's shimmering sapphire ones and prepared to do the one thing he could do, the only thing he could do.
"Take him." said the Governor sounding as though his whole world had just been ripped from beneath him.
"Father." Inquired Yami his eyes ablaze.
"Good choice," Said Seto his crude smirk still firmly in place as he motioned for Yami to enter the wagon. When Seto realized that Yami had yet to comply with his orders, he motioned for Marik to grab him and 'escort him to the wagon.
"No!, let me go, Father!," Screamed Yami, but it was all in vain, the Governor had already began walking away with a devastated air about him and more more than noticeable sag in his shoulders. He couldn't stand there and watch them take his pride and joy away.
"Let go of me, you bastard!," Screamed Yami in frustration as he realized with great misery that his father had just traded him to his enemy.
"Just quiet down shrimp," Said Marik with a sneer as he shoved Yami with more force than necessary into the wagon.
As soon as Yami was placed securely in the wagon, Seto strode over to Bakura and gave his strict orders, without regret or remorse in his voice as he spoke perfectly punctuated and without a doubt, he made sure that Yami would hear every word he was about to say.
"This pitiful town is taking up unnecessary space, and kill all these dogs that call this dump home," Seto turned to watch Yami from his position seated unwillingly in the carriage. He saw every emotion run through Yami's countenance from regret, to hatred, sorrow, self loathing... and he loved every bit of it. "Start with the Governor, kill everyone that comes in your path."
From Yami's prospective his world had just been turned upside down. He hated Seto so much right now, he had never felt all these emotions all at once and they were so intense. His father, his home had just been ripped right out from under him in less than a day and so it was then as the carriage began to depart that he realized that life as he knew it had been greatly altered forever.
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Paterny
3 days later
March 27th, 1863
"The kid still refuses to eat, he won't even leave his room, he just sit's in that room all day crying." Said Bakura as he walked alongside Seto in the courtyard.
"That bad huh?, ungrateful wretch! I did him a favor, what could he have possibly gotten from that third rate town besides disease and famine?"
"You honestly believe that?" asked Bakura in disbelief."You know what, don't answer that." added Bakura as an afterthought.
"It doesn't matter anyhow, whether he adjusts to his new life here or not is insignificant, I never go back on an investment.
Bakura had heard that line one too many times to ever doubt the authenticity behind it. Come hell or high water, Seto never went back on matters of business, especially when so much was put on the line for it.
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Sixteen years and in all that time Yami could not recall crying this much, ever. He just felt so... sad. It felt as though someone had forcefully removed his heart, crushed it and then haphazardly attempted to shove all the little splintered pieces back in his chest.
Everything that he had once known was gone. The people he had called friends, his home, his... father. The last thought left a bitter taste in his mouth and left him feeling queasy all over again.
Of all the things that had happened to him within the last three days losing his father was the worst. He was the only family he had left and now he was alone.
Thinking back, there was not a doubt in his mind that Seto had wanted him to hear what had been said. He'd wanted him to hear what he'd planned to do, probably from the very beginning. Judging from what type of man Seto was, Yami would be willing to bet his life that Seto had planned on destroying Jamestown from the very beginning, he'd just wanted to suck all he could out of the already pitiful town before literally 'grinding it into the dust' and for that Yami hated him, he hated him more than he had ever hated any one person or thing ever.
All his father's hard work and all the other Governor's that came before him, all their hard work and dreams had been destroyed in that one night.
"Hey kid, you alright?"
Startled Yami turned toward the door where the voice had came from, he hadn't even realized that the door had been opened or that someone had entered for that matter. At least it's the silver haired one this time the other one's just... scary. Thought Yami as a visible shiver racked through his small body.
"No, I'm not fucking alright."
"..."
"You people just killed everything I've ever had or known and you expect me to be alright in just three days? I hate you! I hate you all, Get out!"
Patience was not one of the strong emotions in Bakura's personality. As a matter of fact he didn't even know the meaning of the word, but when it was said and done he could... sympathize with Yami for the most part. He too had known the pain of loss oh so well, but be that as it may Yami would not get too many free throws at him before he started to retaliate with some throws of his own.
"Whether you hate me or not is your concern because trust me kid, I don't give a fuck. Here drink this soup." said Bakura as he placed the soup and it's contents down on the small side table next to Yami's bed.
"I hate soup." said Yami through gritted teeth as he glared from the soup and then back to Bakura again.
Bakura only smirked at him before turning on his heels with all intentions of leaving the room.
SLAM!!
Bakura turned to examine the spot on the wall were his head had just been seconds ago. Yami had just thrown his soup bowl and all it's contents with every intention of nailing Bakura in the head 'dead on'.
Fire ignited within Bakura as he turned once again to face Yami.
"I said, I- hate- soup."
In a flash, Bakura was standing in front of Yami's bed, his gun pointed at Yami's temple, index finger set firmly on the trigger.
"My patience is all used up, your fucking dead."
Bakura's crimson eyes widened ever so slightly as he realized that Yami was smirking right back at him. What the hell is he thinking, I'm about to shoot his fucking brains out.
"You don't have the balls."
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Thanks for reading. I know it's been a while and I'm a little rusty BUT don't be afraid to review and tell me what you think. Next time there'll be a little Seto and Yami interaction, that is... if Yami survives. Anyways thanks again and please review!!!!!!!!!! It's the only way to go.