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Dark Soul: Thanks for all the reviews!
I also wanted to say to, Yami Tenshi, that it's ok if you don't read the lemons. I mean, if you don't like reading them, then don't. I don't want to put you through suffering (hehe not really) and I will always say in a fic when there's stuff like that.
Also to those who didn't really like the lemon, because it wasn't good, I am sorry. I never write lemons usually. So don't be too angry. :(
It is not the end of this fic. Defiantly not. I mean why would it be? (Am I just rambling?) ok, since I am, I will officially start this chapter...ok...I started...so read please!
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Chapter 4
[... Yugi's POV ...]
My feet brushed against the solid ground. I tried not to stare at the shadows that danced along the walls from the torches of fire on the walls. In a way, those shadows scared me, like they were going to reach out and take me. But even if my imagination was making me a little weird, it made perfect sense.
The guilt in my very soul was turning everything I saw into my father and every shadow looked like his. I had run from home and the fear of him coming to get me was nerve-racking. Every corner I turned, I thought that I would come face to face with him.
I am sure though, if he had another son, he would have not cared if I left. But I was the only one to take the throne when he died. My mother had died five years ago and my father never re-married. To why, I will never know. He could have easily had another son to replace me. He didn't really care for me anyway. Never listening when I wanted to talk. At least I had my mother when I was young, but now, I had nothing. One of the reasons why I left.
I had to shake off the bad thoughts. Turning down another dimly lit hallway, I searched for a door, or another hallway. I was searching for Joey. But then again, thinking of him, he was probably looking for me too.
I turned the corner and was immediately met with something big and hard. I crashed to the floor. Rubbing my head, I looked up to see who it was.
"Joey!"
My blonde friend looked down at me and smiled. He held out his hand to me. Just like old times.
"Hey Yuge! I thought I would never see you."
I grabbed his hand, stood up and smiled. "Me too."
I watched as Joey leaned against the cold, brick wall. He looked and me and chuckled. Pretty fake, I had to say. I knew that he had something on his mind, but what? Well, I was going to find out.
"Joey?" I asked standing beside him. "Something bothering you?"
"Huh? Oh, no Yuge. Nothing."
I shook my head. "Joey, you should know by now that you can't hide anything from me."
I heard him sigh and he looked into my eyes. "Well, the truth is Yuge...I don't want to sound like I'm afraid or anything, but...the High Priest hit on me last night. I'm trying to get away from him."
My eyes widened. "Really Joey? I didn't know."
"Did the Pharaoh try anything Yuge?" Joey asked.
I felt a little bit of nervousness, but I threw it aside. "No."
Why did I not tell him? Maybe I was afraid to tell him that I had gotten very close with the Pharaoh and had actually enjoyed his company. Joey sounded sad. I didn't want to add to that by saying that I had a good time.
"Really? Lucky you," Joey said.
"Oh, Joey. It'll be ok," I said trying to reassure him.
After a few moments he smiled at me. "Yah. I guess so."
"Spending some time together I see."
I turned and saw a fairly old man in white robes. He looked very agitated.
"The Pharaoh requests you to be at his side slaves."
"Why?" I head Joey ask.
The man's voice became harsh and his eyes squinted. "You are not to question the Pharaoh's wishes."
I rolled my eyes. 'What a goon.'
Following the cranky man, we walked up the steps and back to the main levels. Everything seemed to appear brighter. We walked along the hallway until we came to the Pharaoh's chambers.
"You will get ready in here. There are clothes on the bed. When you are ready, you will wait until someone is sent to get you. Do you understand?"
I nodded and watched as Joey followed the man down the hallway, waving good-bye to me again. I frowned as the blonde haired boy turned around the corner and vanished. I closed the door to Yami's room and plopped myself on the bed. Lying on my back, I stared at the ceiling.
"B-O-R-I-N-G," I spelt out. "Boring."
'Maybe I should get on the clothes,' I thought to myself.
I reached with my hand and pulled at the clothes beside me. I held them over my face and studied them. They were white. That's all I can say to explain them. White and silky. I sighed and sat up. I slipped off my shirt and pulled on the new one. It was cool to the touch. Rather nice. I then pulled up the pants and straightened the creases.
"Gotta look my best," I said aloud.
I then sat down on the bed again. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Ah, what the hell. I'll just go. (a/n: he would think that, would he?)
I was about to stand up when my nostrils picked up a scent. A very spicy and hot scent. I could even taste it in my mouth. It was everywhere. In the bed, on the tables, on the floor. It all smelt the same. It all smelt like him. Yami.
OK. Maybe I was becoming a little obsessed. Maybe a little too much. But I couldn't stop thinking about him. Maybe being a slave wasn't all so bad. At least I had a friend here. But after hearing what Joey had to say, I realised that maybe it was my fault.
It was my fault. If Joey had never met me, he would have not now been in this situation. He would have been free. Free to look upon the beautiful pyramids that he had seen for years. Make new friends and do whatever. I guessed that, if I had not tangled with the wrong people, I would be out there right now. Free. But then again, if I had not ran from the guards, I would have not met Joey.
I groaned. All this thinking hurt my brain. I suddenly heard a sound at the door. Panicking, I stood up straight and kept my eyes on the door. A blonde haired boy slipped into the room and quietly closed the door behind him.
"Joey?!" (a/n: this seems to be happening a lot eh?)
Joey gave me a goofy smile. "Yah. It's me."
"How did you-"
"I sneaked out so that I could talk to you. Man! Are those guards annoying! They are everywhere!" he said walking over to me.
"I am surprised that the people who live here can be alone in private," I said chuckling.
"Yah," Joey said looking around Yami's room. "Wow. This guy has it all!"
I nodded. "Well, he is the Pharaoh."
Joey turned to me. "Did you have this kind of stuff back at your palace?"
"Yes, but not as many riches as the Pharaoh."
"Wow. To live rich. Must be the tops."
"Well, as you know already Joey, I escaped from that. It's not all it appears to be," I said frowning.
Suddenly the door burst open and the old man whom we had seen before stepped in.
'Not him again!'
As soon as he saw Joey, flames burst in his eyes. (a/n: not really, but it would be fun to light him on fire, no?) Air hissed out through his teeth.
"What are you doing here? You should be in the throne room!"
Joey chuckled. "Lost my way."
The man looked like he was going to blow, but his anger simmered, even though it could be seen on his face.
"You shall go now," he ordered us.
We followed him out of Yami's chambers and down to the throne room. We met the end of the hallway and in front of us was the throne, it's back facing us and someone sitting in it. What was this? A back entrance? Just before entering, the man turned to us and his face darkened.
"You will not speak during this meeting. I still have no idea why the Pharaoh and High Priest wanted you here, but you better behave!" he spat and left us.
Suddenly the High Priest turned his head to see Joey and I waiting. I saw him mouth a word. "Wait."
What? More waiting? I hated being a slave. Joey and I were listening on he conversation that the Pharaoh was having with a man below his throne. I was quite interested.
"So," I heard Yami's powerful voice say. "You believe your son to be in my kingdom?"
"Yes," A gruff voice replied. Didn't I recognise that voice?
"I am sorry to say that I have not seen anyone you have described." Yami said.
Joey turned to me. "Do you think-"
"No," I said shaking my head. "No way."
"Well, thank you for trying anyway Pharaoh Yami. It has been an honour to meet you." I heard.
I slowly crept up behind Yami's throne and peered behind the gold throne.
My eyes widened. "F-Father?!"
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Uh Oh! What's going to happen? You'll just have to wait till the next chapter! Once again...evil..haha...evil...(sorry for it being so short!) Yes...evil....ok that's getting old.
I'll be updating soon! ^__^ Oh yes, than you all you nice, nice reviewers. I love you all! Till next time!
Dark Soul: Thanks for all the reviews!
I also wanted to say to, Yami Tenshi, that it's ok if you don't read the lemons. I mean, if you don't like reading them, then don't. I don't want to put you through suffering (hehe not really) and I will always say in a fic when there's stuff like that.
Also to those who didn't really like the lemon, because it wasn't good, I am sorry. I never write lemons usually. So don't be too angry. :(
It is not the end of this fic. Defiantly not. I mean why would it be? (Am I just rambling?) ok, since I am, I will officially start this chapter...ok...I started...so read please!
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Chapter 4
[... Yugi's POV ...]
My feet brushed against the solid ground. I tried not to stare at the shadows that danced along the walls from the torches of fire on the walls. In a way, those shadows scared me, like they were going to reach out and take me. But even if my imagination was making me a little weird, it made perfect sense.
The guilt in my very soul was turning everything I saw into my father and every shadow looked like his. I had run from home and the fear of him coming to get me was nerve-racking. Every corner I turned, I thought that I would come face to face with him.
I am sure though, if he had another son, he would have not cared if I left. But I was the only one to take the throne when he died. My mother had died five years ago and my father never re-married. To why, I will never know. He could have easily had another son to replace me. He didn't really care for me anyway. Never listening when I wanted to talk. At least I had my mother when I was young, but now, I had nothing. One of the reasons why I left.
I had to shake off the bad thoughts. Turning down another dimly lit hallway, I searched for a door, or another hallway. I was searching for Joey. But then again, thinking of him, he was probably looking for me too.
I turned the corner and was immediately met with something big and hard. I crashed to the floor. Rubbing my head, I looked up to see who it was.
"Joey!"
My blonde friend looked down at me and smiled. He held out his hand to me. Just like old times.
"Hey Yuge! I thought I would never see you."
I grabbed his hand, stood up and smiled. "Me too."
I watched as Joey leaned against the cold, brick wall. He looked and me and chuckled. Pretty fake, I had to say. I knew that he had something on his mind, but what? Well, I was going to find out.
"Joey?" I asked standing beside him. "Something bothering you?"
"Huh? Oh, no Yuge. Nothing."
I shook my head. "Joey, you should know by now that you can't hide anything from me."
I heard him sigh and he looked into my eyes. "Well, the truth is Yuge...I don't want to sound like I'm afraid or anything, but...the High Priest hit on me last night. I'm trying to get away from him."
My eyes widened. "Really Joey? I didn't know."
"Did the Pharaoh try anything Yuge?" Joey asked.
I felt a little bit of nervousness, but I threw it aside. "No."
Why did I not tell him? Maybe I was afraid to tell him that I had gotten very close with the Pharaoh and had actually enjoyed his company. Joey sounded sad. I didn't want to add to that by saying that I had a good time.
"Really? Lucky you," Joey said.
"Oh, Joey. It'll be ok," I said trying to reassure him.
After a few moments he smiled at me. "Yah. I guess so."
"Spending some time together I see."
I turned and saw a fairly old man in white robes. He looked very agitated.
"The Pharaoh requests you to be at his side slaves."
"Why?" I head Joey ask.
The man's voice became harsh and his eyes squinted. "You are not to question the Pharaoh's wishes."
I rolled my eyes. 'What a goon.'
Following the cranky man, we walked up the steps and back to the main levels. Everything seemed to appear brighter. We walked along the hallway until we came to the Pharaoh's chambers.
"You will get ready in here. There are clothes on the bed. When you are ready, you will wait until someone is sent to get you. Do you understand?"
I nodded and watched as Joey followed the man down the hallway, waving good-bye to me again. I frowned as the blonde haired boy turned around the corner and vanished. I closed the door to Yami's room and plopped myself on the bed. Lying on my back, I stared at the ceiling.
"B-O-R-I-N-G," I spelt out. "Boring."
'Maybe I should get on the clothes,' I thought to myself.
I reached with my hand and pulled at the clothes beside me. I held them over my face and studied them. They were white. That's all I can say to explain them. White and silky. I sighed and sat up. I slipped off my shirt and pulled on the new one. It was cool to the touch. Rather nice. I then pulled up the pants and straightened the creases.
"Gotta look my best," I said aloud.
I then sat down on the bed again. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Ah, what the hell. I'll just go. (a/n: he would think that, would he?)
I was about to stand up when my nostrils picked up a scent. A very spicy and hot scent. I could even taste it in my mouth. It was everywhere. In the bed, on the tables, on the floor. It all smelt the same. It all smelt like him. Yami.
OK. Maybe I was becoming a little obsessed. Maybe a little too much. But I couldn't stop thinking about him. Maybe being a slave wasn't all so bad. At least I had a friend here. But after hearing what Joey had to say, I realised that maybe it was my fault.
It was my fault. If Joey had never met me, he would have not now been in this situation. He would have been free. Free to look upon the beautiful pyramids that he had seen for years. Make new friends and do whatever. I guessed that, if I had not tangled with the wrong people, I would be out there right now. Free. But then again, if I had not ran from the guards, I would have not met Joey.
I groaned. All this thinking hurt my brain. I suddenly heard a sound at the door. Panicking, I stood up straight and kept my eyes on the door. A blonde haired boy slipped into the room and quietly closed the door behind him.
"Joey?!" (a/n: this seems to be happening a lot eh?)
Joey gave me a goofy smile. "Yah. It's me."
"How did you-"
"I sneaked out so that I could talk to you. Man! Are those guards annoying! They are everywhere!" he said walking over to me.
"I am surprised that the people who live here can be alone in private," I said chuckling.
"Yah," Joey said looking around Yami's room. "Wow. This guy has it all!"
I nodded. "Well, he is the Pharaoh."
Joey turned to me. "Did you have this kind of stuff back at your palace?"
"Yes, but not as many riches as the Pharaoh."
"Wow. To live rich. Must be the tops."
"Well, as you know already Joey, I escaped from that. It's not all it appears to be," I said frowning.
Suddenly the door burst open and the old man whom we had seen before stepped in.
'Not him again!'
As soon as he saw Joey, flames burst in his eyes. (a/n: not really, but it would be fun to light him on fire, no?) Air hissed out through his teeth.
"What are you doing here? You should be in the throne room!"
Joey chuckled. "Lost my way."
The man looked like he was going to blow, but his anger simmered, even though it could be seen on his face.
"You shall go now," he ordered us.
We followed him out of Yami's chambers and down to the throne room. We met the end of the hallway and in front of us was the throne, it's back facing us and someone sitting in it. What was this? A back entrance? Just before entering, the man turned to us and his face darkened.
"You will not speak during this meeting. I still have no idea why the Pharaoh and High Priest wanted you here, but you better behave!" he spat and left us.
Suddenly the High Priest turned his head to see Joey and I waiting. I saw him mouth a word. "Wait."
What? More waiting? I hated being a slave. Joey and I were listening on he conversation that the Pharaoh was having with a man below his throne. I was quite interested.
"So," I heard Yami's powerful voice say. "You believe your son to be in my kingdom?"
"Yes," A gruff voice replied. Didn't I recognise that voice?
"I am sorry to say that I have not seen anyone you have described." Yami said.
Joey turned to me. "Do you think-"
"No," I said shaking my head. "No way."
"Well, thank you for trying anyway Pharaoh Yami. It has been an honour to meet you." I heard.
I slowly crept up behind Yami's throne and peered behind the gold throne.
My eyes widened. "F-Father?!"
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Uh Oh! What's going to happen? You'll just have to wait till the next chapter! Once again...evil..haha...evil...(sorry for it being so short!) Yes...evil....ok that's getting old.
I'll be updating soon! ^__^ Oh yes, than you all you nice, nice reviewers. I love you all! Till next time!