Natoya: I'm back with chapter seven of Stolen Prince!

Yugi: Thanks to all the lovely reviewers!

Yami: /waving a pretty flag with a cookie on it/ Cookies for all good reviewers!

Natoya: Okay! So, on with the chapter! And our special guest to do the disclaimer this chapter is… /drum roll/ /cymbal/ Joey Wheeler!

Joey: /looks confused/ How did I get here?

Yami: Magic. Now do the damn disclaimer so I can go home.

Joey: Uh… Right. Natoya doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any other anime. She just owns the characters she makes up in her weird imagination.

Natoya: /sweatdrop/ Thanks. Enjoy the chapter!

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It had been a week since Yami had sent his father the message and there was still no reply. Yugi began to grow worried. What if his father had been killed? That would be terrible, and the thought brought tears to his eyes. And… that would mean… There was no one left to give credit to his story… He would feel terrible letting Yami down now. His thoughts were interrupted by Yami coming through the door. In his hand was a note.

"Yami?" Yugi questioned. Yami had an odd smile on his face. He handed Yugi the note.

"Read this." Yami said simply. Yugi's eyes quickly scanned the contents of the letter. As he read, a smile appeared on his own face and he was laughing with joy by the time he finished the note. He threw it into the air and whooped with happiness.

"My father's alive! Daddy's alive!!! Oh, this is wonderful! He's said he's happy to hear I'm alive and is surprised that I have requested permission to marry, but he looks forward to the wedding and is on his way out to witness it! Yami, you're saved!" Yugi squealed. He hopped off the bed and jump tackled Yami as the Pharaoh sat on the bed. Yami fell over with a startled cry and stared up at the jubilant boy lying on his chest. Yugi hugged him tightly.

"Yugi, I can't breathe." Yami said. Yugi quit hugging so tight, but stayed on his chest.

"Are you happy? My daddy is alive, my story checks out, and now we can be married! Yami, you don't have to marry Mia anymore!" Yugi said happily. Yami nodded with a smile of his own.

"I'm glad. I really owe you Yugi. Anything you want, you can have. You deserve it." Yami said, sitting up. The action caused Yugi to sit up as well and he got off the bed, standing in front of Yami as the Pharaoh gazed up at him.

"Yami, all I want is for you to be happy. I'm happy as long as you are. Now," Yugi said, rubbing his hands together as he grinned evilly. "Who's going to tell poor Princess Mia that her dream wedding won't be taking place?" Yami chuckled. For some odd reason, when Yugi was being evil, he was so damn cute. He was cute all the time anyhow, but he was even cuter right now. Yami rose from the bed.

"I guess I will." Yami said. Yugi took his hand.

"We'll go together." Yugi said. Yami smiled. Yugi grabbed the letter from his father before the left the room. They walked out of the room and down the hall to the room where Mia, her mother, and her father were staying. Knocking on the big wooden door, they waited. Mia was the one who answered the door. Seeing it was Yami, she smiled and giggled. When he entered, she shot Yugi a glare. Yugi walked right over to Mia's father and slammed the note into his hand. Her dad looked at it for a moment before he read it. He was clearly outraged by the time he had finished reading.

"This is unacceptable!" He roared. Yugi looked smug as he crossed his arms.

"I told you I was telling you the truth." Yugi said. Her dad looked up at him.

"How do I know this wasn't forged?!" He yelled. Yugi sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Trust me, that wasn't forged. I wouldn't do that." Yami said.

"If you need further proof, that letter said that he was coming out to witness my wedding day." Yugi said, giving Mia a pointed stare. Her lower lip trembled as her eyes filled with tears. "You could see him when he gets here." Yugi added. Mia let out a little sob.

"No! No, no, no!" Mia said, stomping her foot on the ground. Yami rolled his eyes.

"Mia please. It's over. We're not getting married. I want to marry Yugi, and that's who I'm going to wed. I'm very sorry, but he is the better match." Yami told her. Her father jumped up and got real close to him, staring down at him.

"No. Not yet. I want to meet the Prince's father. Once I see him, I will acknowledge that he was telling the truth and I will back down. But until then, we will stay here." He said.

"Why don't you just give up old man? Yami said he wanted to marry me, not your rich spoiled bitch of a daughter!" Yugi snapped. Mia's father whirled to him while Mia and her mother gasped and shrank back. Even Yami was a bit shocked.

"Now you listen here young man-!"

"No you listen! You know why he wants to marry me?! Because I have more money, more land, and more personality then your daughter! All she knows is money and clothes and how to be a royal pain in the ass!" Yugi yelled. He and her father were face to face.

"Oh my!" Mia's mother said and quickly covered her daughter's ears.

"And why would he want an uncivilized outsider like you?!" Her dad countered. Yugi began to laugh, and her father looked shocked.

"Oh come on! Is that the best you can come up with? Looks like there's more wrong in your family than in mine pal!" Yugi said. Yami decided it was time to intervene. He got between them and separated them. Mia's dad glared down at him.

"That's enough! You two need to quit fighting! If you want to stay and meet him, then fine! If that will make you feel better, then have at it, but I am going to marry Yugi and you will have to accept that! Now, my fiancé and I have to go. We have plans to make. Good day to you Your Highness!" Yami grabbed Yugi's hand and they left the room, ignoring the sound of Mia's loud sobs.

"Thanks. I was so close to just punching that guy in the face!" Yugi said. Yami walked him into the room and shut the door. He turned to him as Yugi sat down on the bed.

"You are unlike any Prince I've ever met." Yami said, crossing his arms. Yugi smiled.

"My father taught me to speak my mind because just taking abuse is wrong and you should not feel obligated to be nice to people who treat you like crap." Yugi told him. Yami managed a smile and chuckled out loud. Yugi grinned. He found he liked seeing Yami laugh. It made him feel good to see Yami smiling and happy.

"Well I guess that is a good way to go about it, but there are still certain people you should never talk back to like that Yugi. And the words you use… Didn't anyone tell you that such profane language is unacceptable most of the time?" Yami said with a smile, though there was still a slight scolding tone to his voice. Yugi pouted, managing to look reprimanded, though he was feeling none of the sort and Yami knew it.

"What? Who shouldn't I talk back to? And the language got my point across, did it not?" Yugi asked. Yami stepped in front of him and bent down, their faces coming very close together. Yugi blushed and moved back an inch or two, not liking being that close to him. It made him feel funny when he did that.

"Well, yes, but as for whom you should not talk back to… Me for one…" Yami answered. Yugi scoffed and grinned, crossing his arms.

"You? I've been doing that since day one and you know it. What makes you think you can intimidate me?" Yugi asked in a teasing tone. Yami smirked wickedly.

"You're going to be marrying me, remember? I expect obedience from my future spouse, and though I know it will be hard to gain, you will give it to me eventually, will you not?" Yami said. Yugi blushed again and the smirk faded from his lips. The way Yami looked when he smiled evilly made him feel funny too, but funny in a good way… Yugi scooted back on the bed and eeped as he fell over. Yami rose up and laughed. Yugi stared at him, a glare on his face. How dare he laugh at him!?

SMACK!

Yami stared in wide eyed shock as the pillow that had been thrown at him fell to the floor in front of him. Yugi had just picked up one of his red silk pillows and thrown it at him and the bullet had hit him directly in the face. Yami's face darkened and he picked it up off the floor, holding it in a threatening manner. Yugi realized his mistake too late; Yami leapt onto the bed and whacked him with the pillow. Yugi fell over again and grabbed the other pillow, striking blindly at his friend. Yami growled as he was hit in the side. He abandoned the pillow in favor of grabbing Yugi's wrists and pinning the little one to the bed under him. Placing both of his hands in one of his own, Yami began to tickle Yugi.

"Ack! Eeeeeee! No, no, no! Stop it! Hahahahaha! Stop it!" Yugi laughed, pleading with the elder to stop this tickling torment. Yami continued his onslaught for a moment longer, then stopped and stared down at the panting boy who was glaring up at him playfully.

"Do you surrender to me Little One?" Yami asked. Yugi shook his head defiantly.

"Never! Never, never, never, never ever!" Yugi shouted. Yami grinned and began to tickle him again. Yugi squealed and fought, but his strength was no match for Yami's. He took to wriggling instead, hoping for a way out. Yami suddenly stopped tickling him, his expression changing. He gripped Yugi's wrists, making the smaller bite his lip to keep from crying out. Yami's grip was beginning to hurt. He kept wriggling. Yami yanked his wrists and he cried out that time. He gazed up at Yami, his expression reading hurt. Yugi wondered why he had hurt him. What had he done wrong? Yami's expression softened.

"I'm sorry Yugi. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted you to stop moving." Yami said. He got off the boy and sat beside him. Yugi sat up and gazed at him in confusion.

"Huh? Why did you want me to stop moving?" Yugi asked. Yami flushed as he tried to find the right words to tell him. He just couldn't bring himself to tell the boy that all his wriggling had done pleasant but unwanted things to Yami's body. He shook his head and managed a smile. Yugi still looked confused.

"Don't worry Yugi; it's nothing. When is your father supposed to be here?" Yami asked, deciding it was safer to change the subject. Yugi blinked. That was an odd switch…

"Uh… The letter said he was leaving right away so he could be here tomorrow for all I know, but it could be really soon." Yugi said. Yami sighed a breath of relief.

"Good. That means we'll only have Mia here for a little while longer. Yugi, I really do owe you for all your help." Yami said. Yugi smiled and shook his head.

"You don't owe me anything. I told you; I want to do this. I want to help you be happy. I just figured you'd be happier with me then with her." Yugi said.

"I'm sure I will be. You and I are friends and that's a good thing. That means we can get along and agree on the important things." Yami said. Yugi nodded.

"Right. But there is one thing I can't do for you…" Yugi said, suddenly looking troubled. Oh damn! Why hadn't he thought of this earlier?

"What is it?" Yami asked, not understanding why he was so troubled.

"I can't give you an heir." Yugi stated bluntly. Yami smiled at him.

"That's not a problem." Yami said, perhaps a little too quickly. Yugi blinked at him. He didn't understand.

"Why is it not a problem?" Yugi asked and suddenly he knew what Yami was going to say. His eyes fell to the harem bed.

"Well… You know. I do have a harem. The country won't care how they get an heir as long as they get one." Yami said, looking uncomfortable at the look Yugi was giving him. For some odd reason the boy looked stricken, though he didn't understand why he did. Yugi didn't know why he suddenly felt so jealous. He didn't want Yami to sleep with those women just to get an heir, even though he understood the need for one. It happened all the time in his home country. If a Prince had to be given to a Prince or a King, there was always a woman involved so there would be an heir for the country to prevent the dying of the dynasty. A bastard child was always accepted as long as they could one day rule the nation that once belonged to their father.

"Oh, right. I forgot." Yugi said. He scooted to the edge of the bed and got off.

"Yugi, where are you going?" Yami asked, suddenly concerned. Yugi turned to him and flashed him a smile, straightening his robes.

"I feel like going for a walk! Do you want to come?" Yugi asked.

"Oh… Uh, no. You go and enjoy yourself. I think you deserve a walk outside." Yami said. Yugi nodded and bounced out of the room. Once he was out of the room, Yugi slowed down. He did not know why Yami's suggestion had made him so upset, but he did not want to dwell on it. He walked until he came to a door that led outside. The garden was simply lovely. He walked over to the water fountain and sat down on it. He gazed around and sighed. He found he secretly liked the idea of all of this partially belonging to him when he would marry Yami. He loved this garden and the memory of making the flower necklaces here with Yami and Mana still made him smile fondly.

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Bakura frowned as he reentered the hideout. He's been looking all bloody morning for the stupid runaway Prince and had yet to locate him. Who on Earth could have taken him in and hid him away this well? He should have surfaced by now! He slumped into a chair.

"AH!" Bakura leapt up hearing the yelp coming from his room. Ah, that boy… He still hadn't been awake when Bakura left, so he didn't bother worrying about him, but it now sounded like he woke up and wasn't too happy about his surroundings. Bakura went into the room. The boy was sitting up and when he saw Bakura, he yelled again and clutched the blankets to his body. Bakura chuckled evilly.

"Awake finally eh? You got so lucky last night. I was going to kill you, but you may be of some use to me. How would you like to be a slave boy?" Bakura asked. The boy paled and he looked to be on the verge of tears.

"N-No…! Please…!" The boy begged. Bakura laughed again.

"Aw… Isn't that cute. Begging for your life, but isn't it sad that your life is now in my hands? Get up boy." Bakura snapped. He got out of the bed and Bakura saw that he was only wearing a simple nightshirt. He walked over to Bakura, stopping in front of him. He kept his head bowed and Bakura liked this. This boy was submissive, unlike that stubborn brat of a Prince. He smiled and crossed his arms over his chest.

"What is your name?" Bakura asked him. The boy kept his head bowed.

"My name is Ryou." He said. Bakura saw a single tear fall from his cheek to the floor.

"Ryou eh? A girly name for a boy." Bakura snapped. The boy flinched as if he'd been hit. More tears began to leak onto the floor. Bakura had unknowingly hit a sensitive spot.

"I-I'm sorry." Ryou said softly. Bakura looked him over again.

"We need to change your clothes. That nightshirt will not do at all." Bakura walked over to another part of the room and pulled the common outfit of a slave out of the mess over there. He came back over and gave it to Ryou. The boy took it, looking up at him with a mix of confusion and sadness in his large brown eyes.

"Until we decide what to do with you, you'll be my personal maid. Put that on and then come into the next room. I'll be waiting for you." Bakura said. He turned on his heel and walked out of the bedroom. Ryou clutched the cloth to his chest and sank to his knees, full blown sobs racking his entire body.

Bakura entered the main room and smiled when he saw Marik sitting on the couch. Marik smiled at him when he entered the room. Marik rose from the couch and joined him at a table where a setting of food was laid out. After making a plate, they sat down together.

"So, is that boy up yet?" Marik asked, tearing into the steak on his plate. Marik liked his steak the same way Bakura did, rare. A little of the blood dripped down his chin and onto his shirt. He cursed and wiped it away. Bakura chuckled and took a bite.

"Yes, he's awake. I think this place needs some sprucing up and until I find out what to do with him, he'll be our maid. Feel free to tell him what to clean if you find something that needs it." Bakura said. Marik smiled. He liked the idea of that.

"Sounds good to me." Marik said. They ate their meal in silence after that. It was only when Bakura had finished his meal and got up that he realized Ryou was standing there staring at him. He was startled for a moment. He quickly collected himself and walked over to him. Ryou shrank back, not wishing to be touched, but Bakura didn't care. He grabbed the boy's wrist and dragged him to the table. He picked an apple up off the table and put it in his hand. Ryou stared down at it, then looked up at him, puzzlement in his chocolate brown eyes.

"Eat that and then get to work. I want all the rooms cleaned and that bed that you slept it last night made. Go!" Bakura swatted him on the bottom, causing him to scream out loud and Ryou ran off. Marik grinned and sat back in his chair.

"Well, isn't he a cutie? I have dozens of girls in my brothel and not a one is as pretty as that boy in there." Marik told him. Bakura chuckled.

"I'd offer him to you but I think we can come up with something else just as useful for that "cutie" over there." Bakura said, crossing his arms. Marik pouted.

"Aw darn." Marik said, though a smile was fighting to break free. Bakura laughed.

"Poor you. Alright, it's time to go back into town and look for that damn Prince of ours. I went out this morning, so you can look this afternoon. Hop to it." Bakura said. Marik frowned, but he got up and it wasn't look before he was gone. Bakura sat down in a chair and watched as Ryou scurried around the hideout, cleaning whatever he could. Bakura smiled. This was mildly entertaining. He sat back and enjoyed the view.

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Natoya: Well, that's it for that chapter.

Yugi: Now review please!

Yami: And remember, flames will not be tolerated.

Yugi: But constructive criticism is welcome.

Natoya: Next chapter, we meet Yugi's father! Yay!

Yami: Whoopie.

Yugi: So stay tuned please!

Natoya: Bye!