Gen-chan: Hey there everybody, I just wanted to say that; no I'm NOT dead
and that my other stories will be updated.sometime this year..
Ryou-chan: Gen? Shouldn't you be working on your _other_ stories, not starting a new one?
Gen-chan: Probably! ^^ Why?
Ryou-chan: *sigh* Never mind. Gen-chan does not own Yu-Gi-Oh nor will she any time soon.
Gen-chan: Oh! And I have a wittle bit of a warning fer y`all..
Ryou-chan: Oh dear what is it this time?
Gen-chan: Oh nothing to bad just that this is just a prologue and the characters are _way_ OOC but that will change with time I promise! So go read!
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Forbidden Passion: Prologue By: Gen-chan
The chill of the Egyptian night winds tore through the open walls of the royal palace with vigor not uncommon in the open desert. Gathered in a large room in the heart of the majestic palace a giant assemblage of high ranking men and women crowded around one lone bed in the very center of the room.[1] Stationed in the bed was a frail looking woman in her early twenties. Her glossy black, hip long hair glowed radiantly despite her sweat glistened face contorted in pain and her delicate hands clutched tightly to the silky bed sheets beneath her as her breathing came in labored gasps. The room, though full, was deathly silent with the exception of the young woman's shallow breathing and low moans. Finally a shrill scream sounded throughout the room followed by the unmistakable sound of a newborn baby's wailing. Sighing with relief the young woman gratefully sank back into the large pillows behind her head, eyes closing in exhaustion.
"Majesty?" A soft feminine voice spoke up from somewhere besides her. The young woman slowly opened her eyes with great difficulty and her breathing became a bit more erratic. Giant tear-filled russet eyes almost immediately filled her vision as the soft whimpering of her newborn child filled her ears triggering her mothering instincts immediately. Hesitantly the young Queen reached out for her new baby boy with a compassion only a mother can harbor.
"My baby." She whispered with immense difficulty. Her dark chocolate eyes became half lidded as her laden arms began to become lax.
"Majesty?" The same female voice from before asked in concern. "Majesty? What is it you require?"
Ignoring the now frantic woman besides her the young Queen continued to gaze lovingly down upon her new child. "My baby.my.baby.Ryou."
The giant russet eyes of the newly named baby suddenly filled with tears as his mothers tired chocolate eyes closed in defeat. The piercing screaming of the small child filled the room as the collection of people looked sadly upon the newly departed Queen of Egypt.
~~~Five Years Later~~~
"Ryou no!" a loud shout sounded throughout the once peaceful courtyard of the gigantic royal palace stationed in Upper Egypt.
A small, snowy white head quickly turned around to see the skinny figure of his older teenaged brother racing toward him. With a giggle the petite five year old swiftly turned back to the large fountain in which he was now vigilantly leaning over. The many different colored fish continued to swim through the familiar depths of the deep pool blissfully unaware of the small curious boy hovering above them. Blinking his large russet eyes in innocent childish interest the little boy leaned forward to get a better view, one chubby little arm reaching in to feel the bright water dwellers.
"Ryou!" His brother called again, this time much closer.
Startled by his brothers thunderous exclamation Ryou started to turn around to face his irritated sibling when the slick surface of the marble fountain slid out of his small hand, abruptly plunging the startled child into the icy depths of the dark water.
"Bakura!" The child's startled cry rang out across the courtyard grabbing the attention of every person present.
Bakura quickly raced to the side of the majestic marble fountain in search of his little brother beneath the waters glossy surface. Though the fountains waters were too deep for a five year old it was considered shallow to a growing thirteen year old and Bakura hurriedly pulled his younger brother to safety. Coughing and sputtering Ryou lay on the pewter tiled floor desperately trying to regain his lost breath.
"Young Prince! Are you alright?" a slimy voice squealed from somewhere across the courtyard. A scrawny man dressed in the robes of the Pharaohs head adviser quickly scrambled over to when the two boys had collapsed by the edge of the fountain. His oily black hair, beak-like nose and shifting beady eyes gave him and almost intimidating visage, though not quite all the way. As it was the two brothers regarded him as a slimy annoyance at the most.
"Young Prince whatever were you doing in the fountain? That was most unwise." The hawk-like man scolded in a high-pitched voice not becoming of his features. "That was a dangerous thing you did Prince, what would your father say to this?"
Ryou, unable to answer, scrunched up his nose in disgust at Hawk-Man's many scented oils reeking from his every pore. Unable to take the stench, Ryou proceeded to bury his sopping wet head in his brother's chest, trying desperately to escape the overwhelming aroma. Misunderstanding the reason behind the child's retreat Hawk-Man gave the two boys a slimy imitation of a smile.
"There, there now. I'm sure that we can work something out here Little Prince. After all I suppose that your father doesn't _have_ to know about these happenings from me. What do you think Prince Bakura?" Hawk-man asked giving the thirteen year old a suggestive smile.
"Scram Temus. Your help is not needed here." [2] Bakura said briskly.
"Very well, as you wish my Prince." Temus replied indignantly before stalking back towards the palace, obviously used to such a dismissal.
Bakura glared at the back of the retreating man for a moment longer before looking back down towards his waterlogged little brother. With a hidden smile Bakura picked up the dripping little boy and proceeded to carry him into the gigantic palace quickly followed by his ever-present entourage of slaves. Once back in the safety of his rooms Bakura dismissed the slaves and made quick work of his younger brother's sodden cloths. Wrapped in a large silky blanket Ryou sat contentedly on his brother's lap while Bakura detangled his long shiny white tresses. A knock on the large ornately carved doors brought the two brothers out of their comfortable silence. Setting Ryou aside Bakura slowly stood up to see to the door since the slaves had already been dismissed.
"Who is it?" Bakura called in mild annoyance.
When there was no answer Bakura's curiosity got the better of him and he cautiously opened one of the two large doors. Seeing no one at first glance Bakura opened the door a tad more quickly sticking his head outside to glance down the long alabaster halls on either side.
"Over here my prince." A whisper of a voice sounded from behind a large column across the hall. A small dark head poked out from behind the large stone structure tentatively. The face belonged to one of the palaces many slaves, though this one was only a small child of about seven or eight.
"Who is it Big Brother?" Ryou asked curiously, now fully dressed.
"I don't know." Bakura said quietly for Ryou's ears alone. "But I think that he's in trouble, go get my things ready will you?"
"Yes Big Brother." Ryou said just as quietly before scampering back into the massive chambers of Bakura's rooms.
"What is it you require little one?" Bakura asked louder for the slave across the hall. "Are you hurt?"
It was well known among the slaves of the palace that the Crown Prince Bakura despised slavery and planed to abolish it as soon as he was Pharaoh. It was also know to the slaves that if a slave were to get hurt they could come in secret to the Prince for help, seeing is that it was against the law for a real Healer to see to them. It was the most well kept secret throughout the entire palace, each slave knowing of the consequences if it were ever to be found out.
The child cautiously looked down the halls to make sure that they were alone before speaking. "No My Prince, it is my big sister who's in trouble. She's hurt real bad." The boy whispered shakily.
"Well then bring her in here and I'll see what I can do." Bakura said with a sigh.
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[1] For anyone who knows anything bout Ancient Egypt, I know that this was _not_ how they had babies back then but well.work with me here people alright?
[2] Sure, sure, I know that they probably didn't use any slang in Ancient Egypt, but well, it's Bakura! What more can I say? ~~ Gen-chan: Well what did you think?
Ryou-chan: Weird.
Gen-chan: Ryou-chan!? That was mean.true.but mean nonetheless!
Ryou-chan: ..
Gen-chan: Now like I said before, they (namely Bakura) was really OOC but that's cause he's younger in here and I'll say this now, I plan on adding Malik and/or Mariku in the next chapter so sit tight. Also.
Ryou-chan: There's more?
Gen-chan: Yes! Anywho, I don't know if I should make this yaoi or not, and if I do I don't know what pairings to make it soooo, if everyone could tell me in their reviews I would totally appreciate it!
Ryou-chan: You just want more reviews. -.-
Gen-chan: Well of course I do but I really do need the help! So go review and tell me what you think please! (Constructive criticism is welcome, but I don't really care for flames.) Ja! ^^
Ryou-chan: Gen? Shouldn't you be working on your _other_ stories, not starting a new one?
Gen-chan: Probably! ^^ Why?
Ryou-chan: *sigh* Never mind. Gen-chan does not own Yu-Gi-Oh nor will she any time soon.
Gen-chan: Oh! And I have a wittle bit of a warning fer y`all..
Ryou-chan: Oh dear what is it this time?
Gen-chan: Oh nothing to bad just that this is just a prologue and the characters are _way_ OOC but that will change with time I promise! So go read!
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Forbidden Passion: Prologue By: Gen-chan
The chill of the Egyptian night winds tore through the open walls of the royal palace with vigor not uncommon in the open desert. Gathered in a large room in the heart of the majestic palace a giant assemblage of high ranking men and women crowded around one lone bed in the very center of the room.[1] Stationed in the bed was a frail looking woman in her early twenties. Her glossy black, hip long hair glowed radiantly despite her sweat glistened face contorted in pain and her delicate hands clutched tightly to the silky bed sheets beneath her as her breathing came in labored gasps. The room, though full, was deathly silent with the exception of the young woman's shallow breathing and low moans. Finally a shrill scream sounded throughout the room followed by the unmistakable sound of a newborn baby's wailing. Sighing with relief the young woman gratefully sank back into the large pillows behind her head, eyes closing in exhaustion.
"Majesty?" A soft feminine voice spoke up from somewhere besides her. The young woman slowly opened her eyes with great difficulty and her breathing became a bit more erratic. Giant tear-filled russet eyes almost immediately filled her vision as the soft whimpering of her newborn child filled her ears triggering her mothering instincts immediately. Hesitantly the young Queen reached out for her new baby boy with a compassion only a mother can harbor.
"My baby." She whispered with immense difficulty. Her dark chocolate eyes became half lidded as her laden arms began to become lax.
"Majesty?" The same female voice from before asked in concern. "Majesty? What is it you require?"
Ignoring the now frantic woman besides her the young Queen continued to gaze lovingly down upon her new child. "My baby.my.baby.Ryou."
The giant russet eyes of the newly named baby suddenly filled with tears as his mothers tired chocolate eyes closed in defeat. The piercing screaming of the small child filled the room as the collection of people looked sadly upon the newly departed Queen of Egypt.
~~~Five Years Later~~~
"Ryou no!" a loud shout sounded throughout the once peaceful courtyard of the gigantic royal palace stationed in Upper Egypt.
A small, snowy white head quickly turned around to see the skinny figure of his older teenaged brother racing toward him. With a giggle the petite five year old swiftly turned back to the large fountain in which he was now vigilantly leaning over. The many different colored fish continued to swim through the familiar depths of the deep pool blissfully unaware of the small curious boy hovering above them. Blinking his large russet eyes in innocent childish interest the little boy leaned forward to get a better view, one chubby little arm reaching in to feel the bright water dwellers.
"Ryou!" His brother called again, this time much closer.
Startled by his brothers thunderous exclamation Ryou started to turn around to face his irritated sibling when the slick surface of the marble fountain slid out of his small hand, abruptly plunging the startled child into the icy depths of the dark water.
"Bakura!" The child's startled cry rang out across the courtyard grabbing the attention of every person present.
Bakura quickly raced to the side of the majestic marble fountain in search of his little brother beneath the waters glossy surface. Though the fountains waters were too deep for a five year old it was considered shallow to a growing thirteen year old and Bakura hurriedly pulled his younger brother to safety. Coughing and sputtering Ryou lay on the pewter tiled floor desperately trying to regain his lost breath.
"Young Prince! Are you alright?" a slimy voice squealed from somewhere across the courtyard. A scrawny man dressed in the robes of the Pharaohs head adviser quickly scrambled over to when the two boys had collapsed by the edge of the fountain. His oily black hair, beak-like nose and shifting beady eyes gave him and almost intimidating visage, though not quite all the way. As it was the two brothers regarded him as a slimy annoyance at the most.
"Young Prince whatever were you doing in the fountain? That was most unwise." The hawk-like man scolded in a high-pitched voice not becoming of his features. "That was a dangerous thing you did Prince, what would your father say to this?"
Ryou, unable to answer, scrunched up his nose in disgust at Hawk-Man's many scented oils reeking from his every pore. Unable to take the stench, Ryou proceeded to bury his sopping wet head in his brother's chest, trying desperately to escape the overwhelming aroma. Misunderstanding the reason behind the child's retreat Hawk-Man gave the two boys a slimy imitation of a smile.
"There, there now. I'm sure that we can work something out here Little Prince. After all I suppose that your father doesn't _have_ to know about these happenings from me. What do you think Prince Bakura?" Hawk-man asked giving the thirteen year old a suggestive smile.
"Scram Temus. Your help is not needed here." [2] Bakura said briskly.
"Very well, as you wish my Prince." Temus replied indignantly before stalking back towards the palace, obviously used to such a dismissal.
Bakura glared at the back of the retreating man for a moment longer before looking back down towards his waterlogged little brother. With a hidden smile Bakura picked up the dripping little boy and proceeded to carry him into the gigantic palace quickly followed by his ever-present entourage of slaves. Once back in the safety of his rooms Bakura dismissed the slaves and made quick work of his younger brother's sodden cloths. Wrapped in a large silky blanket Ryou sat contentedly on his brother's lap while Bakura detangled his long shiny white tresses. A knock on the large ornately carved doors brought the two brothers out of their comfortable silence. Setting Ryou aside Bakura slowly stood up to see to the door since the slaves had already been dismissed.
"Who is it?" Bakura called in mild annoyance.
When there was no answer Bakura's curiosity got the better of him and he cautiously opened one of the two large doors. Seeing no one at first glance Bakura opened the door a tad more quickly sticking his head outside to glance down the long alabaster halls on either side.
"Over here my prince." A whisper of a voice sounded from behind a large column across the hall. A small dark head poked out from behind the large stone structure tentatively. The face belonged to one of the palaces many slaves, though this one was only a small child of about seven or eight.
"Who is it Big Brother?" Ryou asked curiously, now fully dressed.
"I don't know." Bakura said quietly for Ryou's ears alone. "But I think that he's in trouble, go get my things ready will you?"
"Yes Big Brother." Ryou said just as quietly before scampering back into the massive chambers of Bakura's rooms.
"What is it you require little one?" Bakura asked louder for the slave across the hall. "Are you hurt?"
It was well known among the slaves of the palace that the Crown Prince Bakura despised slavery and planed to abolish it as soon as he was Pharaoh. It was also know to the slaves that if a slave were to get hurt they could come in secret to the Prince for help, seeing is that it was against the law for a real Healer to see to them. It was the most well kept secret throughout the entire palace, each slave knowing of the consequences if it were ever to be found out.
The child cautiously looked down the halls to make sure that they were alone before speaking. "No My Prince, it is my big sister who's in trouble. She's hurt real bad." The boy whispered shakily.
"Well then bring her in here and I'll see what I can do." Bakura said with a sigh.
TBC. @@@@@
[1] For anyone who knows anything bout Ancient Egypt, I know that this was _not_ how they had babies back then but well.work with me here people alright?
[2] Sure, sure, I know that they probably didn't use any slang in Ancient Egypt, but well, it's Bakura! What more can I say? ~~ Gen-chan: Well what did you think?
Ryou-chan: Weird.
Gen-chan: Ryou-chan!? That was mean.true.but mean nonetheless!
Ryou-chan: ..
Gen-chan: Now like I said before, they (namely Bakura) was really OOC but that's cause he's younger in here and I'll say this now, I plan on adding Malik and/or Mariku in the next chapter so sit tight. Also.
Ryou-chan: There's more?
Gen-chan: Yes! Anywho, I don't know if I should make this yaoi or not, and if I do I don't know what pairings to make it soooo, if everyone could tell me in their reviews I would totally appreciate it!
Ryou-chan: You just want more reviews. -.-
Gen-chan: Well of course I do but I really do need the help! So go review and tell me what you think please! (Constructive criticism is welcome, but I don't really care for flames.) Ja! ^^