Anonyms Announcer Guy: *Very carefully walks in* Good, she's not here.
Blue:*From behind* Who's not here?
Anonyms Announcer Guy: *Jumps about a foot in the air* Yike! Don't do that I thought you were Petit.
Blue: Oh, well she's off torturing some readers. So you're safe. For now.
Anonyms Announcer Guy: *Gulps* Right. Ahem. Yu-Gi-Oh is not the property of Treska SilverFlame. It rightly belongs to a company she is too lazy to find out about. However the Dragons, associated characters and the plot line of this story are hers'. This is to be a yoai meaning boy/boy pairing. Only limes will be featured in this story and if the authoress remembers you will be given sufficient warnings ahead. Thank you.
Treska: Um. Okay that was weird. But anyway a blurb about signs and so on.
/aibou to yami/
//yami to aibou//
((telepathy))
~ (scene change or POV Change) ~
'Personal Thoughts'
-accenting something- Stupid italics won't work.
On with the story.
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The gentle slap of leather against marble echoed down the hallway. The first rays of the golden sun trickled in through columns and windows. The air was still with the lingering scent of incense teasing the nose. Warm honey colored eyes scanned the area around him, taking in everything while keeping a watch on the tray held in his hands.
Jou trotted down the hallway as fast as he could, only the barest trace of a limp in his well placed stride. It was little over two weeks since his 'mistress' had taken him into her service. Yet in that time Jou had gained a little weight, his many bruises, cuts and other wounds had healed and his old confidence was back. Sometimes he felt as if he was dreaming and would wake up to the cruel sound of his former master or the harsh sting of the whip.
Yet every time he felt like that all he had to do was pinch himself lightly or stare at the black cotton band with the image of the Blue-Eyes White Dragon adorning his left bicep to know that it wasn't a dream.
'And ta think that I once thought of this as a huge sick joke.' Jou thought as he reached his destination. Gently he opened one of the huge wooden doors that guarded the Guardian's chambers. Since it was still early no one was in the common room. Quietly Jou trotted across the room and entered the one of his friend and mistress, Blue.
The main piece of furniture was the giant four-postered bed with silky blue sheets and pillows. Seeing not one, but two lumps on the bed Jou quickly set the tray down by the bed, grabbed an apple and roll and headed out. Plunking himself down in one of the corners of the common room the honey-haired teen started to eat.
"You know there are cushions and chairs here for a reason." Red said as he walked out of his room, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.
"Ya I know ma . . . Red, but I can't get used to sitting in them yet." Jou said then took another bite of his apple.
Red snorted, flopped into a no-back couch grabbed an apple from a near-by tray and took a bite. "So what in Ra's name are you doing up this early?"
Jou shrugged. "Just used to it I guess. Plus it feels weird not doin' anything."
"And you wanted to see Mai."
"Ya . . . hey!"
Red chuckled this time. "You've been here two weeks and already you've got stars in your eyes whenever someone mentions her."
Jou blushed. "That obvious?"
"Yup."
At that point in time Petit bounded out of her room, followed more calmly by her husband Curse. Petit grabbed some grapes and started wolfing them down. Curse shook his head and started on some melon.
"Red are you on duty today?" Curse asked his deep voice filling the room.
"No, Blue's got playing 'tag along' with his royal pain in the ass."
"Hm."
"Why?"
"Nothing my friend. Nothing."
Red quirked an eyebrow at the larger teen. He didn't quiet like the knowing glint in Cure's eyes. But since scheming was up to the insane little black child bouncing in place Red pushed the feeling aside. Fishing his meal he quickly got up, tossed the core into an empty bowl and headed out the door.
Red headed down the marble corridors wanting to get out into the practice yards before the newest set of guards swarmed over it. He was halfway there when he felt a shift in the shadows. Before he could react something came crashing down over his head.
Now a normal person would have been completely knocked out from the blow. Red however, was far from normal yet the blow did stun him enough for his attacker to grab him and drag him into the shadows. Red felt himself dragged into a small cramped room and thrown onto a bed. Before he could react someone was on him, straddling his waist. Red was able to glimpse silvery hair before the attackers mouth closed over his own. For a moment there was a very heated kiss. Then anger swelled in Red and he lashed out, decking the person on top of him.
The attacker grunted in pain and rolled off of Red. The teen with red on black eyes sat up and rubbed the back of his head. He glared at the person sitting on the corner of the bed grinning at him.
"Damn it Bakura how many times have I told you not to do that?"
"Admit it, you like it."
"One of these days I'm more likely going to stab you."
Bakura let out a harsh laugh. "I'd love to see that."
Bakura lunged and captured the other youth in a tight and harsh kiss again. Red didn't resist, but didn't back down either. Finally the need for air parted the two teen. They sat there glaring at each other for a moment, then Red grinned lopsidedly at his lover.
"So this what Curse meant when he wondered if I had guard duty."
Bakura snorted. "If it wasn't for that mammoth's connection with the dead I would have been in the palace without any problems."
"You're the one who choose to piss of the spirits."
Bakura shrugged. "Hey whatever works. Not like that pathetic pharaoh can do anything while I've got this."
Bakura gestured to the strange necklace that was tucked away in the folds of a dusty shirt. A golden ring with the Eye of Horus in the middle of it glinted in the lone torch's light. Five sharp looking cones hung lazily at the bottom. The object gave off the faint aura of magic to anyone who knew how to sense such things. Red reached out and traced it with one finger. The Millennium Ring was the only thing that saved Bakura from becoming so much crow bait. It was against the laws of Ra to harm anyone who possessed such an item. Something that irked Yami to no end sometimes.
"You've got to stop referring to Yami as an idiot." Red sighed as he watched Bakura.
"Why? He is."
Red just shook his head and snorted. He loved the silvery haired youth, but he sometimes wished that he was a little gentler. "I'm going now. Are you going to be staying long?"
At this Bakura's whole demeanor darkened slightly. "No, there's something I need to check on first."
"Care to elaborate?"
"I heard some rumors. The Cobrakan are on the move."
Red growled. "What do those snake demons want?"
"I'm not sure. If I find out anything I'll let you know."
Red bent over and kissed his demon lover on the forehead. "Try not to get too bloodied up."
"I won't."
With that Red left.
~ ~ (Around one in the afternoon, Conference Room)~ ~ ~
Yami listened idly as his council members droned on about the summer crop. His face was carefully schooled into a mask of total indifference and contempt. This was one of the most boring topics that the council could talk about. On top of that they had a tendency to debate about it. This caused the teen ruler to become bored and irritated on the best of occasions.
One small comfort was that Blue and Seto, his High Priest, were just as bored. Blue's eyes had a tendency to go out of focus every now and then and Yami knew that she was talking with one of the other Guardians. As he fingered the Millennium Puzzle Yami wished that he could do the same thing, or at least be able to think of someone to help take his mind off of this meeting.
"Why are you bothering me with this dribble Yami snapped coldly. Although he usually hated playing the part of a cruel Pharaoh sometimes it did come in handy.
"O Majestic One it is important for you to know the yield of the crop." One of the elderly council members said.
"No it is important for you to know. I could care less. Now remove yourselves from my presence." Yami waved a dismissive hand.
For a brief moment the council hesitated. But with Yami glaring at them and a soft growl from Blue the white haired men left. Yami waited until he was sure they were out of the room and out of earshot before letting a relieved sigh escape. Blue took a more relaxed pose while Seto slumped into a nearby chair.
"I could almost hate harvest season." The azure eyed priest muttered.
Blue came up behind him and gently rubbed his shoulders. "If it wasn't for the fact that I knew what was going on I would almost hate it to. Is it just me or are those old crones getting duller?"
"They're getting duller." Yami said, trying to keep his jealousy at the couple at bay.
"We need a break." Blue mused. "When was the last time we all took one?"
"Petit and Curse went on one about two weeks ago. You and I had one about a month ago. Red's last one was last week. Yami you haven't been on one in over three months." Seto said ticking off names on his fingers.
Yami rubbed his face. "I could use one."
"Why don't you and I take one tomorrow?" Blue asked.
"Seto would that be alright with you?"
"You need to ask me O Majestic One?" The sarcasm was dripping from the priest's words.
Yami just growled while Blue laughed gently behind her hand.
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Treska: *Wanders in* Okay I don't know why, but I'm leaving it there.
Chinchilla: Chee!! *Waves mallet around*
Treska: *Glares at small rodent* Hey you're the one that's suppose to inspire me!
Chinchilla: Chee chee!
Treska: I'll try to get the next chapter out, but my friend is coming up and I don't know if I'll have time to type it.
Chinchilla: *Growling and advancing with mallet*
Treska: *Gulps and backs up* Heh . . . uh note to self, don't piss off your muse.
*Chinchilla proceeds to chase authoress around with mallet.*
Yugi: *Walking in* That is the most bizarre sight. And we're sorry if this chapter sucks. We think . . . uh does anyone know what that muse's name is?
Yami: *Off stage* Annoying furball?
*Chinchilla proceeds to pound Yami with mallet*
Yugi: Okay that he deserved. Anyway read and review. Also Treska is hoping to commission some artwork for her stories. If there is a particular scene from any of the stories please let us know.
Blue:*From behind* Who's not here?
Anonyms Announcer Guy: *Jumps about a foot in the air* Yike! Don't do that I thought you were Petit.
Blue: Oh, well she's off torturing some readers. So you're safe. For now.
Anonyms Announcer Guy: *Gulps* Right. Ahem. Yu-Gi-Oh is not the property of Treska SilverFlame. It rightly belongs to a company she is too lazy to find out about. However the Dragons, associated characters and the plot line of this story are hers'. This is to be a yoai meaning boy/boy pairing. Only limes will be featured in this story and if the authoress remembers you will be given sufficient warnings ahead. Thank you.
Treska: Um. Okay that was weird. But anyway a blurb about signs and so on.
/aibou to yami/
//yami to aibou//
((telepathy))
~ (scene change or POV Change) ~
'Personal Thoughts'
-accenting something- Stupid italics won't work.
On with the story.
* * * * * * *
The gentle slap of leather against marble echoed down the hallway. The first rays of the golden sun trickled in through columns and windows. The air was still with the lingering scent of incense teasing the nose. Warm honey colored eyes scanned the area around him, taking in everything while keeping a watch on the tray held in his hands.
Jou trotted down the hallway as fast as he could, only the barest trace of a limp in his well placed stride. It was little over two weeks since his 'mistress' had taken him into her service. Yet in that time Jou had gained a little weight, his many bruises, cuts and other wounds had healed and his old confidence was back. Sometimes he felt as if he was dreaming and would wake up to the cruel sound of his former master or the harsh sting of the whip.
Yet every time he felt like that all he had to do was pinch himself lightly or stare at the black cotton band with the image of the Blue-Eyes White Dragon adorning his left bicep to know that it wasn't a dream.
'And ta think that I once thought of this as a huge sick joke.' Jou thought as he reached his destination. Gently he opened one of the huge wooden doors that guarded the Guardian's chambers. Since it was still early no one was in the common room. Quietly Jou trotted across the room and entered the one of his friend and mistress, Blue.
The main piece of furniture was the giant four-postered bed with silky blue sheets and pillows. Seeing not one, but two lumps on the bed Jou quickly set the tray down by the bed, grabbed an apple and roll and headed out. Plunking himself down in one of the corners of the common room the honey-haired teen started to eat.
"You know there are cushions and chairs here for a reason." Red said as he walked out of his room, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.
"Ya I know ma . . . Red, but I can't get used to sitting in them yet." Jou said then took another bite of his apple.
Red snorted, flopped into a no-back couch grabbed an apple from a near-by tray and took a bite. "So what in Ra's name are you doing up this early?"
Jou shrugged. "Just used to it I guess. Plus it feels weird not doin' anything."
"And you wanted to see Mai."
"Ya . . . hey!"
Red chuckled this time. "You've been here two weeks and already you've got stars in your eyes whenever someone mentions her."
Jou blushed. "That obvious?"
"Yup."
At that point in time Petit bounded out of her room, followed more calmly by her husband Curse. Petit grabbed some grapes and started wolfing them down. Curse shook his head and started on some melon.
"Red are you on duty today?" Curse asked his deep voice filling the room.
"No, Blue's got playing 'tag along' with his royal pain in the ass."
"Hm."
"Why?"
"Nothing my friend. Nothing."
Red quirked an eyebrow at the larger teen. He didn't quiet like the knowing glint in Cure's eyes. But since scheming was up to the insane little black child bouncing in place Red pushed the feeling aside. Fishing his meal he quickly got up, tossed the core into an empty bowl and headed out the door.
Red headed down the marble corridors wanting to get out into the practice yards before the newest set of guards swarmed over it. He was halfway there when he felt a shift in the shadows. Before he could react something came crashing down over his head.
Now a normal person would have been completely knocked out from the blow. Red however, was far from normal yet the blow did stun him enough for his attacker to grab him and drag him into the shadows. Red felt himself dragged into a small cramped room and thrown onto a bed. Before he could react someone was on him, straddling his waist. Red was able to glimpse silvery hair before the attackers mouth closed over his own. For a moment there was a very heated kiss. Then anger swelled in Red and he lashed out, decking the person on top of him.
The attacker grunted in pain and rolled off of Red. The teen with red on black eyes sat up and rubbed the back of his head. He glared at the person sitting on the corner of the bed grinning at him.
"Damn it Bakura how many times have I told you not to do that?"
"Admit it, you like it."
"One of these days I'm more likely going to stab you."
Bakura let out a harsh laugh. "I'd love to see that."
Bakura lunged and captured the other youth in a tight and harsh kiss again. Red didn't resist, but didn't back down either. Finally the need for air parted the two teen. They sat there glaring at each other for a moment, then Red grinned lopsidedly at his lover.
"So this what Curse meant when he wondered if I had guard duty."
Bakura snorted. "If it wasn't for that mammoth's connection with the dead I would have been in the palace without any problems."
"You're the one who choose to piss of the spirits."
Bakura shrugged. "Hey whatever works. Not like that pathetic pharaoh can do anything while I've got this."
Bakura gestured to the strange necklace that was tucked away in the folds of a dusty shirt. A golden ring with the Eye of Horus in the middle of it glinted in the lone torch's light. Five sharp looking cones hung lazily at the bottom. The object gave off the faint aura of magic to anyone who knew how to sense such things. Red reached out and traced it with one finger. The Millennium Ring was the only thing that saved Bakura from becoming so much crow bait. It was against the laws of Ra to harm anyone who possessed such an item. Something that irked Yami to no end sometimes.
"You've got to stop referring to Yami as an idiot." Red sighed as he watched Bakura.
"Why? He is."
Red just shook his head and snorted. He loved the silvery haired youth, but he sometimes wished that he was a little gentler. "I'm going now. Are you going to be staying long?"
At this Bakura's whole demeanor darkened slightly. "No, there's something I need to check on first."
"Care to elaborate?"
"I heard some rumors. The Cobrakan are on the move."
Red growled. "What do those snake demons want?"
"I'm not sure. If I find out anything I'll let you know."
Red bent over and kissed his demon lover on the forehead. "Try not to get too bloodied up."
"I won't."
With that Red left.
~ ~ (Around one in the afternoon, Conference Room)~ ~ ~
Yami listened idly as his council members droned on about the summer crop. His face was carefully schooled into a mask of total indifference and contempt. This was one of the most boring topics that the council could talk about. On top of that they had a tendency to debate about it. This caused the teen ruler to become bored and irritated on the best of occasions.
One small comfort was that Blue and Seto, his High Priest, were just as bored. Blue's eyes had a tendency to go out of focus every now and then and Yami knew that she was talking with one of the other Guardians. As he fingered the Millennium Puzzle Yami wished that he could do the same thing, or at least be able to think of someone to help take his mind off of this meeting.
"Why are you bothering me with this dribble Yami snapped coldly. Although he usually hated playing the part of a cruel Pharaoh sometimes it did come in handy.
"O Majestic One it is important for you to know the yield of the crop." One of the elderly council members said.
"No it is important for you to know. I could care less. Now remove yourselves from my presence." Yami waved a dismissive hand.
For a brief moment the council hesitated. But with Yami glaring at them and a soft growl from Blue the white haired men left. Yami waited until he was sure they were out of the room and out of earshot before letting a relieved sigh escape. Blue took a more relaxed pose while Seto slumped into a nearby chair.
"I could almost hate harvest season." The azure eyed priest muttered.
Blue came up behind him and gently rubbed his shoulders. "If it wasn't for the fact that I knew what was going on I would almost hate it to. Is it just me or are those old crones getting duller?"
"They're getting duller." Yami said, trying to keep his jealousy at the couple at bay.
"We need a break." Blue mused. "When was the last time we all took one?"
"Petit and Curse went on one about two weeks ago. You and I had one about a month ago. Red's last one was last week. Yami you haven't been on one in over three months." Seto said ticking off names on his fingers.
Yami rubbed his face. "I could use one."
"Why don't you and I take one tomorrow?" Blue asked.
"Seto would that be alright with you?"
"You need to ask me O Majestic One?" The sarcasm was dripping from the priest's words.
Yami just growled while Blue laughed gently behind her hand.
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Treska: *Wanders in* Okay I don't know why, but I'm leaving it there.
Chinchilla: Chee!! *Waves mallet around*
Treska: *Glares at small rodent* Hey you're the one that's suppose to inspire me!
Chinchilla: Chee chee!
Treska: I'll try to get the next chapter out, but my friend is coming up and I don't know if I'll have time to type it.
Chinchilla: *Growling and advancing with mallet*
Treska: *Gulps and backs up* Heh . . . uh note to self, don't piss off your muse.
*Chinchilla proceeds to chase authoress around with mallet.*
Yugi: *Walking in* That is the most bizarre sight. And we're sorry if this chapter sucks. We think . . . uh does anyone know what that muse's name is?
Yami: *Off stage* Annoying furball?
*Chinchilla proceeds to pound Yami with mallet*
Yugi: Okay that he deserved. Anyway read and review. Also Treska is hoping to commission some artwork for her stories. If there is a particular scene from any of the stories please let us know.