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To Neko-baka-chan-chan: You can't write lime? ponders Actually, I don't recall any major lime writings by you to judge by... but damn you're a hell of a fluff writer and don't keep denying it! Have you not READ Youth of the Nation??? Speakin of which prodprodprod Thanks for reminding me! Update that ficcie! I also apologise to you personally for the shortness of this chappie, but I also promise longer ones to come!!!
To 'ty': Here ya go!
To Chaotic Bystander: Re-reading eh? At least you admit it ;) I personally think this is a contender for my best lime ever, and I re-read it numerous times too! As for the ending... we'll have to see, ne?
To Yugi-Chan: Glad you liked it, and I hope you're feeling better! huggles to you and Kairi pauses huggles to everyone
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To Youko Demon: sigh My fic has a cape on it. Could've been a gold star but noooooo, had to be a cape. meh... I like it Glad ya liked the lime too!
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To Dami: Yeah, I know it took a while... but worth the wait, ne?
To 'Yuki KIKI': Glad you liked it And you want more BM? I dunno how much I'll be able to fit in (there's gonna be some fluff at least) but as for the future for this fic... hehehe...
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Well, here's the ficcie:
Set sat on Yami's throne, one leg hung over the armrest, absently playing with the scarab amulet hung round his neck. He had to hand it to the Pharaoh; he had the right contacts when it came to getting comfy furniture. He chuckled to himself and slouched a little further.
'I could really get used to this' he thought with a small smile. 'Just as well the Pharaoh won't be back for a while.'
Set's self-loving smile turned into a slight sneer of disgust as he remembered the clothing he saw on the floor by the bath. A Pharaoh and a slave… it just wasn't right. He should be marrying a sister, or at the very least an aunt. But a slave - a male slave at that! He was a disgrace to empire that revered him, and the Gods that gave him it.
'Still,' Set mused. 'This throne won't be his forever.' An evil grin grew from his snarl. 'In fact, I doubt it will be his much longer.'
Set rested his head in one cupped hand. 'Who do the people love more, Yami? You or their Gods? You are still a mortal, regardless of what you or the people may believe, and you will face Osiris like everyone else. Face it, you're less important than the Gods.' Set swung his feet round so he was in a more normal seating position. 'And who has the Gods behind them, in the eyes of the people?'
Set smirked slightly. The priests held the real power, he knew that, and as High Priest he held the most. If he were to use the Gods to his advantage, the people would be easy to win onto his side. Everyone from the nobles to the slaves.
Set shuddered again as he thought of Yami and his 'new pet', as Set liked to refer to him. So wrong… so very wrong, he told himself. That alone would be a valid basis for him to depose Yami. Set's mind wandered, deep in thought.
'Perhaps that little unpleasantness could still be useful…' Set knew it was Yugi in the bath with Yami. After all, he was the only slave not attending his duties - he was the only slave who would dare not attend to his duties. He also knew that Yami had reduced the sentence for Yugi's whipping. He knew it had upset Yugi far more deeply than was usually expected of a slave being whipped. He didn't know why Yugi had gone back to the Pharaoh, but it didn't matter to him.
"That's right…" Set murmured to no-one in particular. "Go running back to your precious Pharaoh. He'll take care of you. He'll look after you. He'll fuck your brains out if you really want him to." Set felt nauseous as the words left his lips.
Set knew that had already nearly happened. He slammed his hand against the side of the throne. What on earth could possibly possess a Pharaoh to rank the importance of a slave - a pathetic, worthless, ten-a-sheckle slave - over a fight between his guards and that meddling tombrobber? And even worse, he had completely abandoned his troops! Had he have only left the slave outside the throne room, that would have been something… but no, he couldn't stop there, could he? He had to go and take the little shit-piece up to his room! Set felt bile rising as he contemplated what could have happened, and pushed the thought away from his mind, instead returning to his original line of thought.
'That slave could prove useful to me… a useful little bargaining tool, perhaps.'
Set chuckled again, louder this time, as he gloated to himself. Someone of his intellect and brilliance deserved nothing less than to gloat, of course. 'Oh Pharaoh… you've been so careful, but I have informants everywhere. There's always been someone standing in the shadows, somewhere you wouldn't dream of looking, and I know everything. And there will always be someone watching Pharaoh… You don't have a chance.'
Out in the corridor, two guards dragged a white-haired youth, kicking and screaming, down the hall. The Pharaoh hadn't been in his study, so he had to be in his throne room. And the white-haired youth would definitely be a prize he'd be happy to receive.
Set's line of thought was interrupted as a banging came at the door. Not thinking, his mind still half a world away, he called "Enter."
Hiroto and Jou burst through the double-doors, dragging a boy with them. The sight of the boy caused Set to sit up sharply - and as he did so, Hiroto and Jou noticed who was actually sat on the throne. They froze on the spot, exchanging an uneasy glance with eachother.
Set mentally cursed, but tried to resume as if the High Priest daring to sit on the Pharaoh's throne was the most normal thing in the world. "Who is this?"
The boy was - once again - thrown to the floor, and Jou placed a foot on his back, pinning him down, as Hiroto stepped forward. "Oh mighty Phar… uhm… Oh, High Priest Set…" he stated lamely. "This is Malik Ishtar."
The name vaguely rang a bell in Set's head. "Should he be of any importance to me?"
Hiroto looked slightly miffed at the High Priest's reaction. "Well, sir… last time he was here, Bakura came to his rescue… and they… well, we believe them to be…" Hiroto tugged at the collar of his armour uncomfortably. Though the whole issue didn't bother him one way or the other, he knew Set's stance on such matters wasn't… pleasant. He was also still worried about the High Priest being sat on the Pharaoh's throne. "We have reason to believe they are…"
Malik's voice floated up from the floor, an angry tone predominant amongst the indignation and humiliation. "We're LOVERS, okay? I love him, he loves me, we're in a physical relationship together, we -"
He was silenced as Jou leaned all his weight onto the foot on Malik's back, causing the youth to gasp for breath, and Seto uttered a small "Thankyou," to the guard. His face said it all - disgust, distaste and hatred were etched on his features as he looked at the boy on the floor. He stood and descended the stairs to the throne - drawing a noticeable sigh of relief from Hiroto - and stopped in front of Malik. He grabbed the youth's hair and tipped his head back until he could see his face. "I suppose he was the best you could possibly get? " With that he let go, allowing the boy's head to return to facing the floor. Malik issued a small growl of anger, but was still unable to speak his thoughts owing to the pressure from Jou.
Set returned his attention to Hiroto. "You said that last time, Bakura came to his rescue?"
When Hiroto nodded in confirmation, Set pondered for a moment. "Have him imprisoned." As Jou went to haul Malik to his feet, he added, "He won't remain in the palace prisons. I'll lead you to my personal cells… they are far more secure. Just take him there for now."
Jou and Hiroto nodded, and took Malik away.
Later on, Set sat in his room, smirking like the cat that got the cream. Today couldn't have gone better for him… short of the Pharaoh choking to death on a fish bone, of course. He now had another way to win the people over - Bakura was notorious throughout the land, and his capture would bring Set much glory. Particularly if it was made known that he'd worked out the plan. A delicate smile played across his thin lips as he imagined the rapturous applause and the adoration.
And, of course, the incident with the Pharaoh and the slave. However much it disgusted him, it provided definite confirmation of what he'd suspected - and now he had enough to work with.
'I can use that slave myself…' he pondered. 'In a different way, of course.' He stood and walked round his room, engrossed in thought. 'Yamises clearly cares for that slave - though Seth knows why - and I can use that. It may be the Pharaoh's only weakness, but it is a big one. I just need the opportunity…'
Set suddenly stopped, his eyes glinting in the moonlight with a demonic gleam. He had just had an idea. He knew exactly who to recruit, and what to do.
A smile graced Set's face once more. "And it won't be a problem, of course… after all, every man has his price…"
sarcastic voice A special thankyou to my oh-so-loving mum and her constant abuse, since that is what enabled me to throw so much homophobia into Set's character. Truly she is a role model to al anti-yoai people out there sighs unhappily And she loves reminding me of it...
Well, enough whining on my part... hit the button!
To Neko-baka-chan-chan: You can't write lime? ponders Actually, I don't recall any major lime writings by you to judge by... but damn you're a hell of a fluff writer and don't keep denying it! Have you not READ Youth of the Nation??? Speakin of which prodprodprod Thanks for reminding me! Update that ficcie! I also apologise to you personally for the shortness of this chappie, but I also promise longer ones to come!!!
To 'ty': Here ya go!
To Chaotic Bystander: Re-reading eh? At least you admit it ;) I personally think this is a contender for my best lime ever, and I re-read it numerous times too! As for the ending... we'll have to see, ne?
To Yugi-Chan: Glad you liked it, and I hope you're feeling better! huggles to you and Kairi pauses huggles to everyone
To KittKat: Glad you liked it!
To QueenOfGames: blink Did you call me 'mistress'? falls over anime-style So my mini-rants at the beginning of chapters 5 and 6 didn't sink in? I give up... would you guys prefer I just answer my reviews in a dress from now on? looks round at various slash-fic fans ...bad call there, right? '
To Youko Demon: sigh My fic has a cape on it. Could've been a gold star but noooooo, had to be a cape. meh... I like it Glad ya liked the lime too!
To AnimeObssessed: You like all my work? beams happily Doumo Arigatou! In case you didn't know (and as a reminder to all the newer readers) I now have ACTIVE AUTHOR ALERTS, which means you can add me to your author-alerts list and get an email every time I do anything on this site! It's free for you guys (coz I already paid the $25) so what have ya got to lose? [Oh, the shameless self-promo]
To Dami: Yeah, I know it took a while... but worth the wait, ne?
To 'Yuki KIKI': Glad you liked it And you want more BM? I dunno how much I'll be able to fit in (there's gonna be some fluff at least) but as for the future for this fic... hehehe...
To 'Azumi': Glad you appreciate my writing style I've heard it called 'conversational' before, do you think that's the right word? And yes, I'll happily read your fic when it's posted Anything for the fans!
To shadow-specter: Hehe... you're still dribbling a bit you know! But seriously, thanks for the review, I love your work too so it's great to know you like mine!
Well, here's the ficcie:
Set sat on Yami's throne, one leg hung over the armrest, absently playing with the scarab amulet hung round his neck. He had to hand it to the Pharaoh; he had the right contacts when it came to getting comfy furniture. He chuckled to himself and slouched a little further.
'I could really get used to this' he thought with a small smile. 'Just as well the Pharaoh won't be back for a while.'
Set's self-loving smile turned into a slight sneer of disgust as he remembered the clothing he saw on the floor by the bath. A Pharaoh and a slave… it just wasn't right. He should be marrying a sister, or at the very least an aunt. But a slave - a male slave at that! He was a disgrace to empire that revered him, and the Gods that gave him it.
'Still,' Set mused. 'This throne won't be his forever.' An evil grin grew from his snarl. 'In fact, I doubt it will be his much longer.'
Set rested his head in one cupped hand. 'Who do the people love more, Yami? You or their Gods? You are still a mortal, regardless of what you or the people may believe, and you will face Osiris like everyone else. Face it, you're less important than the Gods.' Set swung his feet round so he was in a more normal seating position. 'And who has the Gods behind them, in the eyes of the people?'
Set smirked slightly. The priests held the real power, he knew that, and as High Priest he held the most. If he were to use the Gods to his advantage, the people would be easy to win onto his side. Everyone from the nobles to the slaves.
Set shuddered again as he thought of Yami and his 'new pet', as Set liked to refer to him. So wrong… so very wrong, he told himself. That alone would be a valid basis for him to depose Yami. Set's mind wandered, deep in thought.
'Perhaps that little unpleasantness could still be useful…' Set knew it was Yugi in the bath with Yami. After all, he was the only slave not attending his duties - he was the only slave who would dare not attend to his duties. He also knew that Yami had reduced the sentence for Yugi's whipping. He knew it had upset Yugi far more deeply than was usually expected of a slave being whipped. He didn't know why Yugi had gone back to the Pharaoh, but it didn't matter to him.
"That's right…" Set murmured to no-one in particular. "Go running back to your precious Pharaoh. He'll take care of you. He'll look after you. He'll fuck your brains out if you really want him to." Set felt nauseous as the words left his lips.
Set knew that had already nearly happened. He slammed his hand against the side of the throne. What on earth could possibly possess a Pharaoh to rank the importance of a slave - a pathetic, worthless, ten-a-sheckle slave - over a fight between his guards and that meddling tombrobber? And even worse, he had completely abandoned his troops! Had he have only left the slave outside the throne room, that would have been something… but no, he couldn't stop there, could he? He had to go and take the little shit-piece up to his room! Set felt bile rising as he contemplated what could have happened, and pushed the thought away from his mind, instead returning to his original line of thought.
'That slave could prove useful to me… a useful little bargaining tool, perhaps.'
Set chuckled again, louder this time, as he gloated to himself. Someone of his intellect and brilliance deserved nothing less than to gloat, of course. 'Oh Pharaoh… you've been so careful, but I have informants everywhere. There's always been someone standing in the shadows, somewhere you wouldn't dream of looking, and I know everything. And there will always be someone watching Pharaoh… You don't have a chance.'
Out in the corridor, two guards dragged a white-haired youth, kicking and screaming, down the hall. The Pharaoh hadn't been in his study, so he had to be in his throne room. And the white-haired youth would definitely be a prize he'd be happy to receive.
Set's line of thought was interrupted as a banging came at the door. Not thinking, his mind still half a world away, he called "Enter."
Hiroto and Jou burst through the double-doors, dragging a boy with them. The sight of the boy caused Set to sit up sharply - and as he did so, Hiroto and Jou noticed who was actually sat on the throne. They froze on the spot, exchanging an uneasy glance with eachother.
Set mentally cursed, but tried to resume as if the High Priest daring to sit on the Pharaoh's throne was the most normal thing in the world. "Who is this?"
The boy was - once again - thrown to the floor, and Jou placed a foot on his back, pinning him down, as Hiroto stepped forward. "Oh mighty Phar… uhm… Oh, High Priest Set…" he stated lamely. "This is Malik Ishtar."
The name vaguely rang a bell in Set's head. "Should he be of any importance to me?"
Hiroto looked slightly miffed at the High Priest's reaction. "Well, sir… last time he was here, Bakura came to his rescue… and they… well, we believe them to be…" Hiroto tugged at the collar of his armour uncomfortably. Though the whole issue didn't bother him one way or the other, he knew Set's stance on such matters wasn't… pleasant. He was also still worried about the High Priest being sat on the Pharaoh's throne. "We have reason to believe they are…"
Malik's voice floated up from the floor, an angry tone predominant amongst the indignation and humiliation. "We're LOVERS, okay? I love him, he loves me, we're in a physical relationship together, we -"
He was silenced as Jou leaned all his weight onto the foot on Malik's back, causing the youth to gasp for breath, and Seto uttered a small "Thankyou," to the guard. His face said it all - disgust, distaste and hatred were etched on his features as he looked at the boy on the floor. He stood and descended the stairs to the throne - drawing a noticeable sigh of relief from Hiroto - and stopped in front of Malik. He grabbed the youth's hair and tipped his head back until he could see his face. "I suppose he was the best you could possibly get? " With that he let go, allowing the boy's head to return to facing the floor. Malik issued a small growl of anger, but was still unable to speak his thoughts owing to the pressure from Jou.
Set returned his attention to Hiroto. "You said that last time, Bakura came to his rescue?"
When Hiroto nodded in confirmation, Set pondered for a moment. "Have him imprisoned." As Jou went to haul Malik to his feet, he added, "He won't remain in the palace prisons. I'll lead you to my personal cells… they are far more secure. Just take him there for now."
Jou and Hiroto nodded, and took Malik away.
Later on, Set sat in his room, smirking like the cat that got the cream. Today couldn't have gone better for him… short of the Pharaoh choking to death on a fish bone, of course. He now had another way to win the people over - Bakura was notorious throughout the land, and his capture would bring Set much glory. Particularly if it was made known that he'd worked out the plan. A delicate smile played across his thin lips as he imagined the rapturous applause and the adoration.
And, of course, the incident with the Pharaoh and the slave. However much it disgusted him, it provided definite confirmation of what he'd suspected - and now he had enough to work with.
'I can use that slave myself…' he pondered. 'In a different way, of course.' He stood and walked round his room, engrossed in thought. 'Yamises clearly cares for that slave - though Seth knows why - and I can use that. It may be the Pharaoh's only weakness, but it is a big one. I just need the opportunity…'
Set suddenly stopped, his eyes glinting in the moonlight with a demonic gleam. He had just had an idea. He knew exactly who to recruit, and what to do.
A smile graced Set's face once more. "And it won't be a problem, of course… after all, every man has his price…"
sarcastic voice A special thankyou to my oh-so-loving mum and her constant abuse, since that is what enabled me to throw so much homophobia into Set's character. Truly she is a role model to al anti-yoai people out there sighs unhappily And she loves reminding me of it...
Well, enough whining on my part... hit the button!