disclaimers: I OWN IT ALL!!! HAHAHAHA!! ..not really.
This is Yaoi, boyxboy love. Dont like, bye bye!
Yami B: yes, bye bye!
Yami M: Ja ne!
Malik is going to be OOC and so will Bakura and Yami(Yugioh) and Kaiba (Seth). This is in Ancient Egypt. I know I should have researched it but...eh....I didn't feel like it. I do know some about Ancient Egypt (I'm going to be an Egyptologist when i go off to college next year :P)
Useful translations for Egyptian words I will be using in the rest of this fic
beautiful: nefer love: mr child: khered mother: mewet friend: mer
prince: re-pat son: sa thief: itja father: it magesty: hm
I NEVER GOT TO SAY I LOVE YOU
PAST I
Wind blew from the eastern reaches of the city, sand storms were drifting across the expansive desert. The sparse vegetation snapped and got sucked into the dust. The burgundy drapes of an abandoned, stucco house billowed as the wind swept by. To an outside observer, the humble abode appeared to be deserted. The doors were boarded, the windows were cracked, leaving several human size holes, the walls had pieces peeling. Inside, however, was an escape from the palace guards. The adviser of the pharoah, Seth, captured the orphans and runaways and would throw them in the prison with the thieves and murderers.
A young boy, fifteen years old, sat inside the home. Golden blonde hair that reflected the rays of the sun wafted in the breeze, the light violet eyes closed. The Egyptian teenager sighed heavily, staring into the darkness of one of the rooms. How long had it been since he had someone? Five years. He had been ten when his parents and younger sibling died in one of the plagues. The blonde shifted his position and stabled his breathing as he heard the sounds of the approaching patrol.
"Do you think there's someone in this one? We found that whole family in that last one."
"I don't know, Apis. We should check just in case."
"I agree Panas."
The boy's breath caught in his throat. He was too afraid to breathe. He shrinked into the corner, not moving an inch. The voices came closer. The tanned teenager gnawed his lip, tiny rivulets of blood forming. If he was caught, he'd be taken to the pharoah's pyramid. The boy began to panic. A small squeak escaped his mouth. His eyes grew larger when he heard the steps stop at the door to the room he was in.
"Did you hear that Apis?"
"I think someone's in there."
"You go first?"
"No, you go first. I'm older."
"Fine." The guard, Panas, flung the door open and he saw the boy huddling in the corner. The soldier smiled wickedly. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Panas grabbed the boy roughly by his arm and hauled him to his feet. "What do you think of this Apis? A boy this lovely should be the personal slave of Pharaoh Yugioh."
"Why not just keep him for ourselves Panas? I haven't indulged myself in virgin flesh for quite awhile. You are a virgin, aren't you boy?" Apis laughed, shoving the flaxen hair teen out the entrance. The boy didn't respond as a thin, trickle of blood made its way down his chin.
Apis glanced around the empty place. "Panas, I think the boy needs to be taught a lesson. He should know when to answer to those better than him."
"What do you have in mind Apis?"
Apis ran a hand across the delicate cheek. "I don't know. We could always test him out before sending him to the prisons." The guard reared his hand back and slapped the violet eyed boy hard. Apis chuckled. "You can take your pain well. You must have been born to be a pleasure slave."
Panas traced the curves of the boy's bare back, smirking as he shuddered from the touch as if it were ice. "Don't like to be touched, do you?" Panas's hand dropped to the sash of the boy's baggy white trousers. "I'll make you like this, slave."
Just as the hand came into contact with the shivering boy's private area, another figure dashed onto the scene and punched Panas in the gut. The guard doubled over in pain, coughing and gasping. Apis snarled at the intruder but he wasn't able to swing a punch before he too was laying in the sand, sputtering.
The boy opened his eyes and was staring into the deepest, murkiest chocolate eyes he had ever seen. The snow white hair fell to the boy's pale white shoulders, some places spiked. He was taller than the golden haired teenager and broader yet the muscles were toned. He was slimmer than the shorter boy, making him seem less strong than he appeared. "Are..you alright?"
"Y..Yes. I'm fine."
"You should've fought back, khered."
"I..I couldn't. I was too...scared." The blonde twiddled his thumbs.
The pale haired teen glanced around at their surroundings. "How long have you lived out here?"
"Five cycles." (five years...)
"Ah. Your lucky they didn't come earlier. Usually, those bastards search every abandoned house. Next time, be more careful." The taller boy began to leave, then paused. He spun around to see the boy in the same spot. "Damnit, khered! Fine. I can't leave you alone here. Your coming with me."
"What?" the boy's head rose, amethyst eyes wide with surprise.
"Your too weak for me to leave alone just to get captured again," his lip curled into sneer.
The other boy's lower lips started to tremble, tears flecked the corners of his eyes. "I..I'm going to go. I dont want to be a burden to you. I'm sorry you had to waste your time rescuing me."
"Khered...." He frowned, gazing at the boy in front of him who was trying to hold the tears at bay. "...Do you want to come with me or not?"
"....You won't...won't get rid of me..will you?"
As soon as those huge, purple eyes turned on him, he couldn't find his voice for several seconds. Instead, he shook his head. "I don't mind. By the way, my name is Bakura."
"I'm Malik."
Bakura allowed a rare smile to grace his lips as he tried to reassure the frightened boy. "Come on khered. We had better find a place to stay tonight." Bakura pointed at the skies above, the moon rising from her perch on the horizon, the sun reaching towards her. "I think there's a place around here that I used to escape to when I was a kid." Bakura started for the outlying districts of the city. Malik was frozen in spot, trembling. Bakura sighed, defeated. "Are you going to be okay, khered?"
"Ye..yes," Malik's teeth chattered. "Its..its cold..."
Bakura removed one of the layers of his clothes, draping it across the small shoulders. "That better?"
Malik nodded, drawing the tunic more snuggly around his lithe body. "Thank you Bakura."
"Hn," Bakura grunted, satisfied that Malik would be alright. He led the way, the younger boy trailing on the hem of his robes. "Its getting darker. Here," Bakura held his hand out. The second Malik's hand slipped into Bakura's, the snow haired teenager drew in a gasp. It was like magic and years after their hands first touched, Bakura swore lightning sizzled between them.
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Hows this fic going so far? do you like it? Heh. I had to make those two OOC. Isn't love beautiful? *all starry eyed*
Thanks for reviewing minna!
iceangelalone, Enkidu, juvi, YugiKitty and MalikKitsune, ShadowSpirit, Danielle, rainbowscale, Mento Seto and Seiyaryu, eska-san, GrowlyGirl
And for those who said they had no idea who Malik is, here's a website that runs it down. MMCK?
http://www.geocities.com/cottosalamiman/maliksbios.html
PICTURES:
http://www.geocities.com/MIshtar7/index.html
This is Yaoi, boyxboy love. Dont like, bye bye!
Yami B: yes, bye bye!
Yami M: Ja ne!
Malik is going to be OOC and so will Bakura and Yami(Yugioh) and Kaiba (Seth). This is in Ancient Egypt. I know I should have researched it but...eh....I didn't feel like it. I do know some about Ancient Egypt (I'm going to be an Egyptologist when i go off to college next year :P)
Useful translations for Egyptian words I will be using in the rest of this fic
beautiful: nefer love: mr child: khered mother: mewet friend: mer
prince: re-pat son: sa thief: itja father: it magesty: hm
I NEVER GOT TO SAY I LOVE YOU
PAST I
Wind blew from the eastern reaches of the city, sand storms were drifting across the expansive desert. The sparse vegetation snapped and got sucked into the dust. The burgundy drapes of an abandoned, stucco house billowed as the wind swept by. To an outside observer, the humble abode appeared to be deserted. The doors were boarded, the windows were cracked, leaving several human size holes, the walls had pieces peeling. Inside, however, was an escape from the palace guards. The adviser of the pharoah, Seth, captured the orphans and runaways and would throw them in the prison with the thieves and murderers.
A young boy, fifteen years old, sat inside the home. Golden blonde hair that reflected the rays of the sun wafted in the breeze, the light violet eyes closed. The Egyptian teenager sighed heavily, staring into the darkness of one of the rooms. How long had it been since he had someone? Five years. He had been ten when his parents and younger sibling died in one of the plagues. The blonde shifted his position and stabled his breathing as he heard the sounds of the approaching patrol.
"Do you think there's someone in this one? We found that whole family in that last one."
"I don't know, Apis. We should check just in case."
"I agree Panas."
The boy's breath caught in his throat. He was too afraid to breathe. He shrinked into the corner, not moving an inch. The voices came closer. The tanned teenager gnawed his lip, tiny rivulets of blood forming. If he was caught, he'd be taken to the pharoah's pyramid. The boy began to panic. A small squeak escaped his mouth. His eyes grew larger when he heard the steps stop at the door to the room he was in.
"Did you hear that Apis?"
"I think someone's in there."
"You go first?"
"No, you go first. I'm older."
"Fine." The guard, Panas, flung the door open and he saw the boy huddling in the corner. The soldier smiled wickedly. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Panas grabbed the boy roughly by his arm and hauled him to his feet. "What do you think of this Apis? A boy this lovely should be the personal slave of Pharaoh Yugioh."
"Why not just keep him for ourselves Panas? I haven't indulged myself in virgin flesh for quite awhile. You are a virgin, aren't you boy?" Apis laughed, shoving the flaxen hair teen out the entrance. The boy didn't respond as a thin, trickle of blood made its way down his chin.
Apis glanced around the empty place. "Panas, I think the boy needs to be taught a lesson. He should know when to answer to those better than him."
"What do you have in mind Apis?"
Apis ran a hand across the delicate cheek. "I don't know. We could always test him out before sending him to the prisons." The guard reared his hand back and slapped the violet eyed boy hard. Apis chuckled. "You can take your pain well. You must have been born to be a pleasure slave."
Panas traced the curves of the boy's bare back, smirking as he shuddered from the touch as if it were ice. "Don't like to be touched, do you?" Panas's hand dropped to the sash of the boy's baggy white trousers. "I'll make you like this, slave."
Just as the hand came into contact with the shivering boy's private area, another figure dashed onto the scene and punched Panas in the gut. The guard doubled over in pain, coughing and gasping. Apis snarled at the intruder but he wasn't able to swing a punch before he too was laying in the sand, sputtering.
The boy opened his eyes and was staring into the deepest, murkiest chocolate eyes he had ever seen. The snow white hair fell to the boy's pale white shoulders, some places spiked. He was taller than the golden haired teenager and broader yet the muscles were toned. He was slimmer than the shorter boy, making him seem less strong than he appeared. "Are..you alright?"
"Y..Yes. I'm fine."
"You should've fought back, khered."
"I..I couldn't. I was too...scared." The blonde twiddled his thumbs.
The pale haired teen glanced around at their surroundings. "How long have you lived out here?"
"Five cycles." (five years...)
"Ah. Your lucky they didn't come earlier. Usually, those bastards search every abandoned house. Next time, be more careful." The taller boy began to leave, then paused. He spun around to see the boy in the same spot. "Damnit, khered! Fine. I can't leave you alone here. Your coming with me."
"What?" the boy's head rose, amethyst eyes wide with surprise.
"Your too weak for me to leave alone just to get captured again," his lip curled into sneer.
The other boy's lower lips started to tremble, tears flecked the corners of his eyes. "I..I'm going to go. I dont want to be a burden to you. I'm sorry you had to waste your time rescuing me."
"Khered...." He frowned, gazing at the boy in front of him who was trying to hold the tears at bay. "...Do you want to come with me or not?"
"....You won't...won't get rid of me..will you?"
As soon as those huge, purple eyes turned on him, he couldn't find his voice for several seconds. Instead, he shook his head. "I don't mind. By the way, my name is Bakura."
"I'm Malik."
Bakura allowed a rare smile to grace his lips as he tried to reassure the frightened boy. "Come on khered. We had better find a place to stay tonight." Bakura pointed at the skies above, the moon rising from her perch on the horizon, the sun reaching towards her. "I think there's a place around here that I used to escape to when I was a kid." Bakura started for the outlying districts of the city. Malik was frozen in spot, trembling. Bakura sighed, defeated. "Are you going to be okay, khered?"
"Ye..yes," Malik's teeth chattered. "Its..its cold..."
Bakura removed one of the layers of his clothes, draping it across the small shoulders. "That better?"
Malik nodded, drawing the tunic more snuggly around his lithe body. "Thank you Bakura."
"Hn," Bakura grunted, satisfied that Malik would be alright. He led the way, the younger boy trailing on the hem of his robes. "Its getting darker. Here," Bakura held his hand out. The second Malik's hand slipped into Bakura's, the snow haired teenager drew in a gasp. It was like magic and years after their hands first touched, Bakura swore lightning sizzled between them.
* * *
Hows this fic going so far? do you like it? Heh. I had to make those two OOC. Isn't love beautiful? *all starry eyed*
Thanks for reviewing minna!
iceangelalone, Enkidu, juvi, YugiKitty and MalikKitsune, ShadowSpirit, Danielle, rainbowscale, Mento Seto and Seiyaryu, eska-san, GrowlyGirl
And for those who said they had no idea who Malik is, here's a website that runs it down. MMCK?
http://www.geocities.com/cottosalamiman/maliksbios.html
PICTURES:
http://www.geocities.com/MIshtar7/index.html
