Title: Fate's Wish

Title: Fate's Wish

Author: Mrpointyhorns

Rating: PG-13

Pairing(s): Touzoku-ou/Atem, (Casteshipping)

Beta: none

Spoilers: none

Summary: Touzoku-ou's family is murdered. Only three he is forced to live a life wandering the street, but wait fate has other plans for him as a sex slave? Atem's fate is to kill his father to protect the one he loves, the one he loves will be with his child.

A/N: Because Atem/Yugi is speaking Japanese now and not Ancient Egyptian he and the others will use different names for the duel monsters. Touzoku will as well even though he is not speaking Japanese, but he isn't speaking Ancient Egyptian and I want there to be a difference.

"Bakura we have to go now." Iris stepped in front of the still young man. She had grown taller and older, but he remained the same age. He assumed that it had to do with the spell placed on him, but it did nothing to reassure him that he would be able to find the soul of his and Atem's child.

He was now confident in this new world's language. He even learned that his home was in the same land but thousands of years ago. He learned that after he left that Akhenaden took the throne as Pharaoh. He was both cruel and powerful. He instilled fear in his enemies and his people until the day he died. In this age the world knew him as a great ruler who helped expand Egypt's territory. The tomb keeper's society worshipped him like a god. They thought of him as better then his brother, because he saved Nubt and ensured the trade of ivory. He sealed all of the land's magic away so tightly that many believed the art to be a myth.

Pharaoh Akhenaden's own tomb had not been found, but a record of his life was recorded in the temples and the recently uncovered palace. This was why the tomb keeper's society celebrated and worshipped their pharaoh in his brother's tomb. It was no surprise to Touzoku when he learned that he resided in a chamber that had been added onto the temple of his master. He simply counted himself lucky that he was able to escape life under Akhenaden's rule, even at the expense of his child and lover.

He at least had Malik now. Pure, sweet, young Malik was his surrogate child. He protected him at night and befriended him during the day. It was because of Malik that he learned how terrible his own childhood had been. He always believed that his superiors could not control their urges, but he realized that had just been an excuse he used to feel better. He made up so many excuses for how he had been treated and he had just stopped believing them. He made no excuse for the men who hurt Malik or the people that allowed it to happen.

He resented growing up the way he did and that combined with his disgust at how Malik was being raised, made him angry, hateful, and bitter. He focused his anger towards people who tried to hurt Malik, but he understood that his anger was slowly turning him into something he was not. He was once a pure, clean soul, but his anger and hate was tainting him, but it meant that he cared.

"Don't call me that," Touzoku stressed. Even though he was a much different person there were still a few things that he held dear to him. He argued with Iris about it often. He did not want her to use any part of the name of his heart, but she refused to call him anything else.

"I can't call you Touzoku! That's not a name, it's a title. You were not a thief, you were a slave." Iris argued. She led them from their quarters down to the deepest part of the tomb. It was much further down then the tomb had ever been when it was originally built. It was in this part of the tomb that she found his name buried within his master's scrolls. Just as he promised he never mentioned Touzoku betrayal or crimes, he only spoke about his beloved pet. Malik insisted that the translation must have been wrong, but Touzoku knew that the words had been a betrayal. It was not his betrayal to Atem; but it was the betrayal of Ra. His name had been revealed the darkness that he shared with Atem had been divided. It hurt.

Touzoku did not try to argue with Iris again. She believed that he was only a slave. Touzoku was never able to convince her of the truth. He felt like it was a waste to try again, especially then.

They stopped at the lowest level of the tomb keeper society's underground city. The hall opened up into a large-open room. It was lit by torches. Many people filled the room standing around the edges circling in until only the middle of the room was open.

Iris led them to the far corner of the room. They stood in the front of the other on lookers. In front of them was a large altar. There were bindings that had been attached to the altar making it look more like a torture device. There was a large shelve that stood to one side. It was filled with different lengths of swords and knives; it also held different types of whips. In the center of the room a man in ritual Priest robes stood at attention. It reminded Touzoku of the robes the Priest wore in ancient times. The only difference was the thick eye liner masking the man's features.

Touzoku could only wonder about what was going on. He had never been to a ritual like this since he had been without child. So he had no idea what they were like in this time. He waited patiently as a few more guests arrived before the ceremony began.

"In the tenth month of the tenth year, on the tenth day, the rite of passage will prove the child to be the tomb keeper of his generation. The ritual we must perform is the key to a successful future. The ritual is always preformed on a full moon; it is these signs that point us to our next keeper. Malik Ishtar…"

Touzoku tensed as the man in Priest's robes spoke. The words seemed so familiar but he could not place the memory because the man was speaking in an odd sort of chant, it did not trigger Touzoku memory it only created a déjà vu.

Malik was brought forward. He was stripped naked, and he looked frightened. His little knees were shaking softly and his eyes were wide. He had been prepared for this day for most of his life, but he was not ready for it.

The man in the priest robes put Malik on the altar. He made it so that the boy was facing away from the altar. He lifted his arms and placed them into the binds at the top of the altar, not only would they keep him from fleeing they would drain the blood from his arms causing him unnecessary pain.

Touzoku had another flash of a memory he had never wanted. He turned to Iris his eyes filled with questions. "What's going on?"

"Shh," Iris only said not taking her eyes off the scene. Touzoku tried to look around the room for Shadi but he could not find him. His question was answered quickly however as the man in the priests robes continued.

He picked up a nine-tail whip and ran it through his fingers before snapping it loudly in the air. Satisfied with his tested, he chanted, "Aswad." The group echoed his chant. The man in the priest's robes lifted the whip and let it fall hard against Malik's chest. Touzoku flinched at the sound of the whip on his friend's skin. Malik's face screwed up in pain but he did not cry out in pain.

Touzoku suddenly knew exactly what was going on. He had lived this ritual when he was a boy in the sands of Egypt. He had been older then ten, but the pain and fear was still the same. He had been lucky because he had Atem's arms to go to in the end, but Malik did not have that option. Touzoku stood froze as the word Aswad, was chanted with each slap of the nine-tail whip.

The fifteenth lash snapped him out of his shock. He balled his hands into fist and stepped forward. "Stop it!"

The whip's echo sounded as it fell once more before the man dressed in Priest turned to look at Touzoku. "Don't interfere with things you don't understand," He said turning back to his victim. "Aswad."

"Aswad." The group echoed.

"I said stop it!" Touzoku closed the distance between him and the man performing the ritual. The man was much bigger then Touzoku. He had huge biceps and great thighs, but Touzoku was not going to allow this ritual to happen in front of him. "I understand exactly what is going on, and you will gain nothing from this! It is not okay to abuse a child like this a ritual is no excuse."

The man threw his arm back dislodging Touzoku's grip. "Sit down."

"Let him go. I wouldn't let you do this. You have to stop. You're hurting him. You're killing him. He cannot survive this." Touzoku did not mean that Malik could not live through this, but he knew doing this to another person, a child would kill the person they were supposed to be.

"Hold him," The man in priest robes ordered a few people. Four individuals grabbed Touzoku around the arms, pulling him back into the crowd, holding him there. "Aswad." The whip hit against Malik's chest again.

"Aswad." The group echoed.

"No stop it! You're hurting him! Let him go! You have to stop!" Touzoku continued to yell, but no one headed his words. They continued their ritual ignoring him completely. Touzoku struggled against his captors breaking free several times, but never able to save him. He began to cry before the man had even begun to chant Fenyang. He shook hard watching the scene through his eyes. It was not completely the same as his night of pain, in some ways it was better, he was raped less, and in some ways it was worse, when they got to Runihura's part they craved more then a few Hieroglyphics into Malik's back. They turned his entire back into a work of bloody art. The man in the Priest's robes had another join him when he did this. He had the other take a torch to the carvings on Malik's back. It stopped the bleeding, sealed the wound, but it cause horrendous pain, and the scars would never fade.

Touzoku felt so helpless he wanted to save Malik, but just like his own child he had been unable to do anything. His anger double and tripled in strength. He would never forgive anyone for this. He knew he had to get out of this hell, find Atem, and get their child back. He needed to escape. But when the twins Ata and Atsu performed together, Touzoku knew that he could not leave Malik in the place. He had to stay with the little boy. It would only get worse for him, leaving Malik would take away any bit of hope that he may still have.

When the ritual was over Malik was given to Iris for her to bring back to their chambers. Touzoku wanted to break her feet and steal him from her, but he had no hope of doing so. He had no idea how he would be able to take care of Malik outside of this underground city. He had no knowledge of the outside world, and he could not risk Malik's health at a time like this.

Iris put Malik to bed when they returned home. She was able to give him some medical attention once they were there. She could set his feet to make sure they would not heal in a way that would keep him from being able to walk. He was able to sooth the whip lashes on his chest, and cleaning the skin on his thighs. But she could not touch his back, and she was not allowed to clean the seed from inside of him.

Touzoku went into Malik's room only when Iris was finished. He wanted to tell the girl off for what had happened, but he was more concerned about Malik. The little boy was passed out when he reached his sides. He drew his fingers in his hair trying to sooth him the same way Atem had done with him. Touzoku knew nothing about medicine so he was unable to give him anymore comfort.

"Dark Necrofear, please come. I need your help. I need you friend." Touzoku prayed for the only hope he had. He knew that Akhenaden had sealed away all of the magic of the ancient land, and he had never been successful at summoning his monster before. That did not stop him from trying. He even broke one of the unspoken magic rules, he tried to call Atem's monster but that did not work either. He thought he saw a soft shimmer in the darkness corner of the room, but it never formed the shape of his monster. But seeing the shimmer gave him hope that his monster still existed.

After hours of calling and praying over Malik, Touzoku slumped down by his side and fell into an exhausted sleepy. He hoped that the morning would help answer his prayers.