Chapter Seven
Seto walked into the Kaiba mansion and headed for his study knowing that Mokuba would not be home until later. Mokuba had called him on his cell phone and told him that he was going to the movies before he came home. Seto knew he should have gone with him, but knew he was safe since two body guards were with him. He always took extra precautions when it came to his little brother.
Seto sat at his desk and pulled the ancient book out of his briefcase and turned to the part after the Prince had become the Pharaoh.
All the other priests stood outside of the now deceased Pharaoh's room never going to see how the new Pharaoh was doing. I took it upon myself to go see how my Pharaoh was handling every thing and to just be near him. It was definitely odd for me to care and worry so much for him since I was in fact his High Priest and he was now Pharaoh, but none of that mattered at the time. All I wanted was to be near my Pharaoh in his time of need.
I knocked on his bed chambers door and stood there and waited until I heard him coming to the door. He opened it at looked up at me with tear filled eyes and I saw that he had frantically tried to wipe them away due to all the kohl that normally lined his eyes running down his face and smeared.
I bowed never breaking eye contact with him. Most people would have been beheaded if they had done that, but he knew that I always looked him in the eyes ever since we first met.
"Great Pharaoh it is in your best interest to address the people letting them know of your father's passing." I said in a hushed voice.
He looked at me and his eyes went wider than I had ever seen them go. "Ph-Pharaoh?"
I nodded. "Yes you are the Pharaoh now."
He turned and walked further into his chambers and I followed behind him looking at his retreating lithe form. I watched as he sat on his bed and looked at the crown that was resting on his night stand. He placed his head in his hands and let out a heart wrenching sob.
"Seth, what am I going to do? I am not ready to be Pharaoh." He sobbed not removing his head from his hands.
I sat beside him on the bed and grabbed his wrist pulling a hand away from his face and holding it tightly in mine. "Pharaoh, you have been ready for this for a long time. We all know that and you as well. You knew that this day was coming as soon as your father fell ill."
"Running a country is not something that can be learned in texts and scrolls. What if I fail? What if I destroy everything that my father has worked so hard on achieving?" The Pharaoh said as he looked up into my eyes.
I looked at him and saw his crimson eyes burning into mine waiting for an answer. I offered him all I could. "I, your advisor Shimon and the other priest's will help you along the way. We will do anything and everything we can in our powers to make your transition less painful."
He smiled at me and pulled me into an embrace so tender and loving and at that moment all my fears were realized. I truly was falling for him. How could I not he was so caring and beautiful.
"Thank you my dear Seth. I knew that I could always count on you being there for me." He whispered as he held me tighter.
All I could do was smile. I could offer no words, but none were needed at that moment. I pulled out of his embrace and placed my hands on his shoulders. "Now go address your people and we will prepare a feast in your honor, Pharaoh.
I watched as he stood and placed a chaste kiss on my cheek. I was shocked as I saw him pull away, walk to his mirror fixing the kohl around his eyes. He walked over to the night stand and placed his crown on his head and walked out of his chambers. He turned and looked at me and motioned for me to follow. I stood and followed my Pharaoh out of his chambers with the kiss still replaying itself in my mind.
Seto looked up from the book and sighed. He placed it on the desk and walked to look out the window. The sun was hidden by clouds and it looked as though rain was on its way. As he looked into the sky he wondered what the Pharaoh's name was and why it was not spoken by any one not even by the man who loved him. He looked back at the book on the table and wondered if somewhere written in the hieroglyphs was the Pharaoh's name.
He let out a frustrated growl knowing that if it did state his name then someone would have already translated it and he wouldn't be known as the Nameless Pharaoh. He walked back to his desk and sat down in the leather office chair and looked at the cover of the book that had many hieroglyphs written on it. It really bothered him not knowing the Pharaoh's name, but he knew that if it was meant to be revealed then it would have been instead of lost in the sands of time.
At the arcade Honda and Jou were playing some video game that dealt with killing zombies, while Bakura and Ryou were sitting at one of the tables playing Duel Monsters. Yugi sat with Marik talking of what Egypt was like, while Malik sat and stared at the rain that was now coming down.
Malik turned to Yugi and looked into innocent amethyst eyes so unlike his brothers. "Yugi, why not call up Yami and see if he would come meet you here, but do not mention Marik or me. I would rather it be a surprise."
Yugi looked up and gave a small smile. "I would, but the reason Yami wasn't in school today was because he didn't feel good this morning."
"Is he okay?" Marik asked with worry in his voice.
"Yeah ever since he came back he has been acting weird, but maybe it was just because he was coming down with something." Yugi said as he turned from Malik to look at Marik.
Malik looked away from Yugi and Marik and smirked as he looked out the window once more. He watched as the rain started to fall in a light drizzle and his smirk grew as he got an idea. He looked at Yugi's two friends Honda and Jou and narrowed his eyes. He stood and excused himself and made his way over to the two that looked to be so into the game that he would get the answers he wanted.
"Excuse me, you two are Yugi's friends am I correct?" Malik asked as he looked at the two who were making funny faces while shooting their fake guns.
"Yeah, I'm Jou and he's Honda." Jou answered as he continued to watch the screen.
"Great, I was just wondering if you could tell me where he lives. I would really like to see Yami again. It has been such a long time and he was my best friend in Egypt." Malik said in as nice of a voice he could muster.
"They live at the Kame Game Shop." Honda answered still engrossed in the game.
"Thank you." Malik said as he turned around and walked back toward his brother and Yugi.
"Marik I think I will be going now. I have some things that I need to do." Malik said as he gave his brother a smile.
"Oh…do you want me to come with you?" Marik asked as he started to stand.
"No, I will be fine you stay here and talk with Yugi. It will be good for you to have a friend." He turned to Yugi and gave him a smile as well. "It was nice meeting you Yugi and I hope to see you and your brother soon. Yami and I have a lot to catch up on."
"It was nice meeting you as well and I'm sure he would like to see you again too." Yugi smiled as he looked up at Malik.
Malik turned and walked toward the counter of the arcade and got the young woman's attention. "Excuse me miss, could you please tell me where the Kame Game Shop is?"
"Yeah, if you take a right out the door it is about ten blocks down. You can't miss it for it says Kame Game in big letters at the top." She smiled.
"Thank You, you have been most helpful." Malik said as he walked out the door and into the rain. He placed the hood of his black jacket over his head and began toward the game shop. He couldn't wait to see his toy again.
"I wonder if he has missed me." Malik said to himself as he broke out in a fit of laughter.
Suguroku walked up to Yami's door and gave a gentle knock. He waited until he heard Yami answer. When no answer came he gave another knock and wondered if he was asleep. He was about to walk away when he heard Yami speak.
"Come in." A raspy voice answered.
Sugoroku pushed open the door and walked in to see Yami lying on his stomach on the bed looking at him with tired crimson eyes. "Yami I have to go run some errands, but I should be back within two hours. Is there anything that you need?"
Without moving Yami answered. "No I think I am fine. I just need to rest."
Sugoroku looked down at his grandson and noticed that he was even paler now then he was yesterday. He was really worried for him, but knew that Yami was not the type to speak his problems. He was nothing like Yugi who would talk to him if something was bothering him. Yami had been gone and alone half his life and was just conformed to leaving things bottled up.
He sighed knowing that he was not going to get anywhere with Yami and turned to leave. "All right, get some rest and maybe you will feel better tomorrow."
Yami nodded as he closed his eyes feeling a headache coming on and knew it was probably from not eating. He didn't hear his door close and knew that Sugoroku was probably standing there staring at him, but he still did not open his eyes to acknowledge this.
Yami heard his door shut after a few moments and opened his eyes. He knew that he was worrying grandpa and Yugi, but he really couldn't tell them that yes he was addicted to drugs nor the reason why he was. He turned his head to look out the window and saw that the weather matched his mood, dark and depressing. He closed his eyes and soon drifted off to a very restless sleep.
Sugoroku grabbed his coat and keys and walked out the door hoping that the dreary weather would soon go away at least the rain. He got into his Nissan Maxima and drove off never noticing the dark figure that was standing close to the shop.
Once Malik saw the old man leave he tried the door but found that it was locked. He pulled out his wallet and pulled out a much worn credit card and slid it into the crack of the door. He slowly turned the handle and worked the card until eventually it came open. "Still haven't lost my touch."
He smiled as he opened the door enough so he could slide through and walked into the shop. He looked around and noticed there was a door that was beside the counter and walked up to it. He slowly and quietly opened it and walked into the kitchen. He looked around and saw that only a lamp from the living room was lighting up the place. He walked into the living room and looked around for any sign of Yami, but found none. He then noticed a set of stairs leading up and quietly made his way up them to the top.
He looked to the left and found a door closed and he opened it and as he looked in he saw toys and duel monster posters up on the wall, but no Yami. He shut the door and turned around to see another door with Yami written on it in hieroglyphs. He smiled as he made his way to the door.
As he opened the door he was met with darkness and the only light was coming from the window. He walked in and looked at the bed and found Yami lying on his stomach with his head facing away from him. He gave a sinister smile as he approached and stood looking down at the object of his dark desires.
He reached down and ran his hand down Yami's back making a moan come from the other. He looked upon the lithe form and whispered. "Yami, come on wake up."
Yami moved, but showed no signs of waking as Malik looked down and saw that Yami had grown paler than he was in Egypt and also a lot thinner. "Yami is that anyway to treat a guest. You could at least offer me something."
Yami's eyes fluttered open and he felt that something was on his back. He knew that they didn't have a pet so wondered what it could be. He slowly rolled over and tired crimson met lust filled lavender. He jumped up off the bed and pushed himself up against the wall as he looked at who was in his room.
"M-Malik." He whispered as he looked at the man walking toward him.
Malik grabbed Yami's wrists and pulled him from the wall. "You are so beautiful when you're scared."
Yami looked at his assailant wondering what he was doing here and what he was going to do. "W-What do you want?"
"You should know that by now. I want you. All of you." Malik said as he leaned in and drew Yami into a bruising kiss.
Yami's eyes went wide wondering how to get away from Malik and did the only thing that his clouded mind could think of. He bit down hard on Malik's lip causing the other to jump back and grab his mouth in pain.
Yami stood there looking at the platinum blonde hold his hand to his lips and found that this would be the best time to make his escape. He hurried toward the door and was almost there, but Malik had lunged forward and grabbed the other around the waste. Yami gasped as he tried to claw his way toward the door, but it was no use since Malik was stronger and his fingernails were digging painfully into his side.
"That was a very stupid thing you did Yami. Now you will have to pay for that." Malik hissed.
Yami felt Malik's hands traveling up his sides and now gripping his arms. His arms were pulled behind his back, and could feel the nails digging into them. He was pinned to the floor by Malik's weight.
"Why do you always make me hurt you?" Malik asked as he held the thin wrists with one hand the other reached under Yami and undone his belt and pants. "You must like what I do to you."
"No…please…stop." Yami gasped knowing what was to come. He shut his eyes tightly and bit down on his lower lip till it split.
"I love it when you beg." Malik said as he roughly pulled Yami's pants down to his knees.
Malik began to undo his own belt and pants as his member grew harder by the moment. He let out a moan as he felt Yami move underneath him. He could not hold back much longer and he looked down at the man below him.
"Now if you can relax it would be wise to do so." Malik smirked knowing full well that was never going to happen.
"M-Malik, please…I…do…not…AHHH!" Yami couldn't finish what he was going to say as Malik plunged into him.
Malik buried himself to the hilt and didn't bother to lubricate nor prepare Yami as he started pounding into him. He let go of Yami's wrists, dragging his nails down the now exposed back where his shirt had rose up and grabbed the thin hips drawing the lithe body below him closer.
Tears were coming from tightly clenched eyes as Yami continued to scream in pain from the torture he was being put through. The more he tried to get away the harder Malik would shove into him.
Malik looked down and saw the blood coming from Yami's entrance and smiled. "At least…you have…some lubrication now."
Yami had screamed so much that now only strangled cries escaped past his lips. He couldn't take much more. He felt like he was being torn in two and wished that all the torture and pain would end.
Malik knew he was coming close to release and began to pound harder and harder into Yami's abused entrance. Yami had his mouth open, no sound was escaping only saliva, mixed with blood.
Malik dug his nails into Yami's hips causing blood to run from the scratches as he released. Yami found his release as well even though it disgusted him. He knew that in his mind he didn't want it, but his body would not listen. Malik pulled roughly out and stood up buttoning his pants.
He looked down at Yami and saw him lying in his own essence and blood. He kneeled down and ran a hand through Yami's hair. "You were good love and I can't wait to see you again."
Before Malik walked out the door he turned and looked at Yami and gave him a sadistic smile. "Oh and if you even think of telling anyone I will make sure that your little Yugi goes through the same hell as you have endured."
He walked out the door leaving Yami lying there in pain. Yami did not move until he heard the front door close. He looked up, slowly crawled out of his room and toward the stairs. He knew he had to get out of there and before Sugoroku or Yugi came home. He slowly crawled down the stairs and once he reached the bottom used the banister to help him up. He cried out in pain as he stood tears pouring out of his eyes again.
He slowly buttoned his pants and buckled his belt using the wall as leverage and slowly made it to the door. He walked out into the cool air as the rain began to pour down harder. He stood leaning against the side of the shop until he felt that he could make it to the sidewalk.
Very slowly he staggered out of the house, pain shooting up his back. He didn't know where he could go, but he didn't want to go to the hospital even though he knew he should. He never had gone before. He had always been too ashamed to tell anyone what had happened to him.
As he continued walking he had made up his mind where he needed to go and hoped that he could make it there. It was against his better judgment, but he really had no other place to go. He just hoped he was making the right decision.
Tbc…