I don't own Yugioh.
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New char intros! Malik= yami malik/marik (depending on the jap or eng version) and Ryou=yami bakura.
Kiya was walking down the corridor, thinking. She had been here about seven months and was ready to get out. She didn't want to be anybody's slave, even to someone as handsome as this 'Seth' guy. And what was the deal with the stocks?! Jerk. She liked his little brother though. She had seen him with Seth and he was absolutely adorable. He had his older brother wrapped around his finger. She thought Seth might not be such a bad guy, but that one man...*shudder* she had seen him once or twice and she had a bad feeling about him. What was his name? Mac..Mal...Malik! That's it. He would've been really good looking, if he weren't so...evil. He had hair as white as hers. As did his creepy little buddy. She didn't know his name, but she knew his profession. Tomb robber. Kiya shivered again. Who would rob the pharaoh's tomb? Only a person of, questionable, repute, that's who. She had seen him in the marketplace hawking his wares. She wondered if the pharaoh knew Malik hung out with him. Malik. The name sent chills down her spine. She had 'bumped' into him recently. She grimaced at the memory.
Flashback: three days ago
Kiya was walking to Seth's 'lab' to put the lotus blossoms away when she rounded the corner and rammed into something.
"Ugh" she grunted and dropped the flowers. She heard a male grunt and looked up. The man was GEORGEOUS! He had white hair, purple eyes, gold rings around his neck and arms, and dark skin. Wow. She knew immediately he was of high rank. She bowed low and began to apologize to him when he spoke.
"Insolent wench!" he roared. Kiya's eyes widened in surprise. Then narrowed in anger. "How dare you run into me?! Why don't you watch where you're going?! I am the captain of the pharaohs magi!" Kiya knew better than to argue. She lifted her head to speak and tell him it was an accident when a hand shot out and slapped her across the face so hard her world went black for an instant and she was knocked against the wall. She groaned and grabbed her cheek. She blinked and waited for the stars to pass. She couldn't udder a word.
"Hmm.." Malik said, sizing up the girl against the wall. "Not bad." He walked over to her and pulled her hand away from her face. She looked away from him. He put his hand under her chin and lifted her face so he could see it better. "Not bad at all." He said. "You must be a new slave. I haven't seen you before. I would remember a slave that looks like you." An evil smile curled on his lips. Kiya's skin crawled at his touch. He senses screamed to run away as fast as should could, but fear, for the first time in her life, paralyzed her. "Answer me slave!" he continued.
"Y-y-yes sir." She stammered.
"That's MASTER to you slave." He growled.
"S-sorry muh-master." She stammered. "Ye-yes, I'm, I'm new here." she managed to get out.
"Well." Malik began. "Maybe I can think of another way for you to apologize to me. It's been a while since I've seen such a pretty slave." Kiya felt sick. "Hmm..." he thought out loud, "who do you belong t..."
"MALIK!!!" a voice roared. Malik spun angrily, then looked surprised.
"Seth!" He said. 'Crap!' Malik thought. 'It would figure she belongs to him.' "Seth, I-I I didn't know she was yours." His tone changed, "You should take better care with slaves. She slammed into me and has made me late for an...appointment." He stated with a gleam in his eye and a smirk on his face. 'So, she belongs to Seth. This. Could be interesting..oh yes. Very interesting.' He thought.
Seth walked over to Kiya and looked at her. her eyes were wide and she was shaking slightly. He noticed a red mark on her face. He lifted her chin and turned her face where he could see the mark better. A handprint. MALIK'S handprint. His blood boiled red-hot. He turned on Malik.
"If you EVER lay a hand on one of my slaves EVER AGAIN, Especially this one, I will see to it that you will regret ever crossing me. BOY." Seth stated dangerously. "this is your LAST warning." He snarled. Malik just smiled.
"As you wish, your highness." He bowed mockingly and smirked as he strode off. As soon as he was out of sight, Seth let loose a stream of curses. Kiya was stunned.
"But-but master, I did nothing wrong!" she pleaded. He stopped swearing and looked at her.
"It's not you Kiya." He said. He reached out and gently touched the cheek that was red. Kiya winced. He frowned. "he is the one I am angry with. Not you. I know you did nothing. It's his way to pick fights like this. And its not the first time he has injured one of my slaves." His eyes narrowed. "He hates me. And I hate him. I wish Yami, I mean the pharaoh, would get rid of him." Seth paused. "Go find something cool to put on your cheek, it will keep the swelling down and help the bruising." He looked at the ground. "I will take care of these." He motioned to the flowers. "I want you to care for yourself. You are no help to me when you are injured." He gently pushed her in the right direction and began to pick up the blossoms. Kiya stared at him.
'Great. Just great.' She thought. 'I actually thought he was worried about me but its only because I'm "of no use" to him when imp hurt. Thanks a lot. Jerkface.' She thought as she headed away from him. But she was grateful. Very grateful. Her senses told her she did NOT want to meet that man again. Malik. Her senses should've warned her such an evil man was close by. She would be very sure not to 'bump into' him again. Ever.
Flashback for kiya ends..this is more of what happened that day that kiya doesn't know about...Seth's pov and malik's pov
= Seth scowled as he cleaned up the blossoms. He shouldn't have said that. He shouldn't have said for Malik to leave her specifically alone. Now he'd make it a point to seek her out and torment her, just to get to him. He sighed. He liked her. she was his best slave. She was smart, quick, and a pain in his rear. He smiled slightly. She had made palace life a bit more interesting. Yami liked her too. He said she made him laugh. That was rare these days. There had been some assassination plots lately. More than usual. Seth thought he knew who was behind it, but he needed more time and more evidence. He would just have to wait. =
malik walked down the hall with a smirk. So seth had a new slave. A very pretty new slave. That seth wanted him to keep his hands off. He pointed her out specifically. His smirk widened. Oh yes. He would make seth pay for treating him like a fool. And he would use her to do it. he walked outside and made his way to his quarters. He had an appointment to get to. He walked inside and froze. Someone was here. he drew his sword and growled, "who's here?"
"Why malik." A male voice said. "is this anyway to treat an old friend?" another man came out from the shadows of the room. He had white hair and a devilish smirk.
"Ryou." Malik stated, putting up his sword. "I told you never to come here. what if someone saw you? What if my sister saw you? Or worse yet seth or the pharoh?" marlik growled. The man smiled.
"No one saw me. your sister is gone and seth and the pharoh are in the palace. Anything else?" he asked smartly, sitting down at the table. Malik frowned and sat down across from him.
"What do you have for me?" ryou asked. Malik pulled a small pouch from his side and threw it across the table. Ryou dumped out the contents. He looked at malik.
"That's it?" he questioned. Malik's frown deepened and he got up and rummaged through a stack of parchment and pulled out a piece. He brought it over to ryou. Ryou smiled.
"Ahh. That's more like it. we have a deal. Its been a pleasure doing business with you Malik." Ryou stood and walked out the door. malik's frown turned into another smirk. He knew the tomb robber would get the job done, less work for him to do. He sat down and poured himself a drink and smiled.
End of flashback...back to 'today'
Kiya was glad that she hadn't ran into him since that day. she turned down the hall and froze. She spoke to soon. He was there. He turned and looked at her. then smiled. Oddly. He made like he was going to come after her. She ducked back into the hall and went the other way. Quickly. She'd go back later.
Meanwhile....
Seth was irritated. He was trying to learn about this pretty new slave he had and she wouldn't give him the time of day. A SLAVE!! He sighed. But he liked her. She was the best assistant he had ever had. He was interested in knowing more about her and how she learned the skills she had. And more. She had been there for about six months and she had his attention. She was the only slave that, amused, him so. she was pretty and smart and, the corner of his mouth turned up, she would fight back. She intrigued him. A lot. Plus, his little brother wouldn't stop talking about her. He rolled his eyes. "kiya this, kiya that. Look what she made, guess what I learned, she bandaged my ankle for me, and on an on. So she liked kids. He remembered the little boy he had gotten with her. she refused to talk until she knew he was ok. He kept thinking about her as he walked down the corridor. He looked up and saw Kiya coming back toward him. She kept looking behind her.
"Kiya?" he asked her. she jumped and looked ready to bolt.
"Seth!" she looked relieved. "Hi. What-what are you doing? Where are you going? Can I go with you? You might need....uh....help with...um....whatever it is you're doing." She stammered quickly and practically latched onto him. He stared at her. just a few minuites ago she couldn't get out of the room he was in fast enough. Now she looked thrilled to see him. Seth couldn't figure her out. He opened his mouth to speak when he saw movement down the hall. He stared at the figure that emerged from out of the shadow. Malik so that explains it. Seth looked at Kiya and said,
"Ahh, Kiya, I've been looking for you. I need you to go to the river and pick some cattails for me." she stared at him. "No really," he said quietly, "I really do need them. I'll keep him busy." He said eyeing malik.
"yes sir." She smiled gratefully at him and took off down the hall.
"malik. Just who I wanted to see." Seth said in a low voice. "are you busy?"
malik looked surprised. "why?" he asked suspiciously.
"I feel in the mood for a duel." Seth said. Malik smiled maliciously.
"ready when you are high priest."
"good." Seth said with a glare, which was met by malik's glare. They made their way to the underground dueling ring. = hours later, seth emerged victorious. Malik was enraged he had lost. Seth had won, but just barely. He's getting tougher to beat, seth thought. I need to practice some more. He smiled. He had won. Now malik had to take out the palace garbage for a week. (the worst punishment a person of high status had to do. In my story anyway..) he only wished it was a worse punishment for losing. He scowled, like banishment to the shadow realm. Oh well. He smiled evilly, maybe some other time... = kiya made her way back to the workroom with the cattails. Seth had saved her. again. She was grateful to him. She felt bad avoiding his questions, but she was planning on escaping. She had to go back home, didn't she? Yes. She did. She made her way back. She was about to come out of the workroom when she spied a white haired person coming. She ducked back into the room and cracked the door. she heard muttering. Malik. She listened intently.
"that stupid priest. I'll get him for this. He will pay for humiliating me, he and his little slave too. But first things first..." he grumbled as he walked by. Kiya couldn't move. Her body felt chilled to the bone.
Yeehaw! Sorry took so long to update. Typing and ½ way watching GI Jane, good movie btw. Hope to have another cappie up in a week or two. Im not sure where im going with this again...*sigh* and it will be longer chapters too! Enjoy! And while your waiting, check out this story: game over by vuvvles: You'll love it! its Yugioh and Yami's cursed, Kaiba's deck has been stolen, Bakura becomes a sales executive... throw in TristanCorp and you've got yourself a story! Yeah. Its great. Its ooc, but sooo funny you forget that!
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New char intros! Malik= yami malik/marik (depending on the jap or eng version) and Ryou=yami bakura.
Kiya was walking down the corridor, thinking. She had been here about seven months and was ready to get out. She didn't want to be anybody's slave, even to someone as handsome as this 'Seth' guy. And what was the deal with the stocks?! Jerk. She liked his little brother though. She had seen him with Seth and he was absolutely adorable. He had his older brother wrapped around his finger. She thought Seth might not be such a bad guy, but that one man...*shudder* she had seen him once or twice and she had a bad feeling about him. What was his name? Mac..Mal...Malik! That's it. He would've been really good looking, if he weren't so...evil. He had hair as white as hers. As did his creepy little buddy. She didn't know his name, but she knew his profession. Tomb robber. Kiya shivered again. Who would rob the pharaoh's tomb? Only a person of, questionable, repute, that's who. She had seen him in the marketplace hawking his wares. She wondered if the pharaoh knew Malik hung out with him. Malik. The name sent chills down her spine. She had 'bumped' into him recently. She grimaced at the memory.
Flashback: three days ago
Kiya was walking to Seth's 'lab' to put the lotus blossoms away when she rounded the corner and rammed into something.
"Ugh" she grunted and dropped the flowers. She heard a male grunt and looked up. The man was GEORGEOUS! He had white hair, purple eyes, gold rings around his neck and arms, and dark skin. Wow. She knew immediately he was of high rank. She bowed low and began to apologize to him when he spoke.
"Insolent wench!" he roared. Kiya's eyes widened in surprise. Then narrowed in anger. "How dare you run into me?! Why don't you watch where you're going?! I am the captain of the pharaohs magi!" Kiya knew better than to argue. She lifted her head to speak and tell him it was an accident when a hand shot out and slapped her across the face so hard her world went black for an instant and she was knocked against the wall. She groaned and grabbed her cheek. She blinked and waited for the stars to pass. She couldn't udder a word.
"Hmm.." Malik said, sizing up the girl against the wall. "Not bad." He walked over to her and pulled her hand away from her face. She looked away from him. He put his hand under her chin and lifted her face so he could see it better. "Not bad at all." He said. "You must be a new slave. I haven't seen you before. I would remember a slave that looks like you." An evil smile curled on his lips. Kiya's skin crawled at his touch. He senses screamed to run away as fast as should could, but fear, for the first time in her life, paralyzed her. "Answer me slave!" he continued.
"Y-y-yes sir." She stammered.
"That's MASTER to you slave." He growled.
"S-sorry muh-master." She stammered. "Ye-yes, I'm, I'm new here." she managed to get out.
"Well." Malik began. "Maybe I can think of another way for you to apologize to me. It's been a while since I've seen such a pretty slave." Kiya felt sick. "Hmm..." he thought out loud, "who do you belong t..."
"MALIK!!!" a voice roared. Malik spun angrily, then looked surprised.
"Seth!" He said. 'Crap!' Malik thought. 'It would figure she belongs to him.' "Seth, I-I I didn't know she was yours." His tone changed, "You should take better care with slaves. She slammed into me and has made me late for an...appointment." He stated with a gleam in his eye and a smirk on his face. 'So, she belongs to Seth. This. Could be interesting..oh yes. Very interesting.' He thought.
Seth walked over to Kiya and looked at her. her eyes were wide and she was shaking slightly. He noticed a red mark on her face. He lifted her chin and turned her face where he could see the mark better. A handprint. MALIK'S handprint. His blood boiled red-hot. He turned on Malik.
"If you EVER lay a hand on one of my slaves EVER AGAIN, Especially this one, I will see to it that you will regret ever crossing me. BOY." Seth stated dangerously. "this is your LAST warning." He snarled. Malik just smiled.
"As you wish, your highness." He bowed mockingly and smirked as he strode off. As soon as he was out of sight, Seth let loose a stream of curses. Kiya was stunned.
"But-but master, I did nothing wrong!" she pleaded. He stopped swearing and looked at her.
"It's not you Kiya." He said. He reached out and gently touched the cheek that was red. Kiya winced. He frowned. "he is the one I am angry with. Not you. I know you did nothing. It's his way to pick fights like this. And its not the first time he has injured one of my slaves." His eyes narrowed. "He hates me. And I hate him. I wish Yami, I mean the pharaoh, would get rid of him." Seth paused. "Go find something cool to put on your cheek, it will keep the swelling down and help the bruising." He looked at the ground. "I will take care of these." He motioned to the flowers. "I want you to care for yourself. You are no help to me when you are injured." He gently pushed her in the right direction and began to pick up the blossoms. Kiya stared at him.
'Great. Just great.' She thought. 'I actually thought he was worried about me but its only because I'm "of no use" to him when imp hurt. Thanks a lot. Jerkface.' She thought as she headed away from him. But she was grateful. Very grateful. Her senses told her she did NOT want to meet that man again. Malik. Her senses should've warned her such an evil man was close by. She would be very sure not to 'bump into' him again. Ever.
Flashback for kiya ends..this is more of what happened that day that kiya doesn't know about...Seth's pov and malik's pov
= Seth scowled as he cleaned up the blossoms. He shouldn't have said that. He shouldn't have said for Malik to leave her specifically alone. Now he'd make it a point to seek her out and torment her, just to get to him. He sighed. He liked her. she was his best slave. She was smart, quick, and a pain in his rear. He smiled slightly. She had made palace life a bit more interesting. Yami liked her too. He said she made him laugh. That was rare these days. There had been some assassination plots lately. More than usual. Seth thought he knew who was behind it, but he needed more time and more evidence. He would just have to wait. =
malik walked down the hall with a smirk. So seth had a new slave. A very pretty new slave. That seth wanted him to keep his hands off. He pointed her out specifically. His smirk widened. Oh yes. He would make seth pay for treating him like a fool. And he would use her to do it. he walked outside and made his way to his quarters. He had an appointment to get to. He walked inside and froze. Someone was here. he drew his sword and growled, "who's here?"
"Why malik." A male voice said. "is this anyway to treat an old friend?" another man came out from the shadows of the room. He had white hair and a devilish smirk.
"Ryou." Malik stated, putting up his sword. "I told you never to come here. what if someone saw you? What if my sister saw you? Or worse yet seth or the pharoh?" marlik growled. The man smiled.
"No one saw me. your sister is gone and seth and the pharoh are in the palace. Anything else?" he asked smartly, sitting down at the table. Malik frowned and sat down across from him.
"What do you have for me?" ryou asked. Malik pulled a small pouch from his side and threw it across the table. Ryou dumped out the contents. He looked at malik.
"That's it?" he questioned. Malik's frown deepened and he got up and rummaged through a stack of parchment and pulled out a piece. He brought it over to ryou. Ryou smiled.
"Ahh. That's more like it. we have a deal. Its been a pleasure doing business with you Malik." Ryou stood and walked out the door. malik's frown turned into another smirk. He knew the tomb robber would get the job done, less work for him to do. He sat down and poured himself a drink and smiled.
End of flashback...back to 'today'
Kiya was glad that she hadn't ran into him since that day. she turned down the hall and froze. She spoke to soon. He was there. He turned and looked at her. then smiled. Oddly. He made like he was going to come after her. She ducked back into the hall and went the other way. Quickly. She'd go back later.
Meanwhile....
Seth was irritated. He was trying to learn about this pretty new slave he had and she wouldn't give him the time of day. A SLAVE!! He sighed. But he liked her. She was the best assistant he had ever had. He was interested in knowing more about her and how she learned the skills she had. And more. She had been there for about six months and she had his attention. She was the only slave that, amused, him so. she was pretty and smart and, the corner of his mouth turned up, she would fight back. She intrigued him. A lot. Plus, his little brother wouldn't stop talking about her. He rolled his eyes. "kiya this, kiya that. Look what she made, guess what I learned, she bandaged my ankle for me, and on an on. So she liked kids. He remembered the little boy he had gotten with her. she refused to talk until she knew he was ok. He kept thinking about her as he walked down the corridor. He looked up and saw Kiya coming back toward him. She kept looking behind her.
"Kiya?" he asked her. she jumped and looked ready to bolt.
"Seth!" she looked relieved. "Hi. What-what are you doing? Where are you going? Can I go with you? You might need....uh....help with...um....whatever it is you're doing." She stammered quickly and practically latched onto him. He stared at her. just a few minuites ago she couldn't get out of the room he was in fast enough. Now she looked thrilled to see him. Seth couldn't figure her out. He opened his mouth to speak when he saw movement down the hall. He stared at the figure that emerged from out of the shadow. Malik so that explains it. Seth looked at Kiya and said,
"Ahh, Kiya, I've been looking for you. I need you to go to the river and pick some cattails for me." she stared at him. "No really," he said quietly, "I really do need them. I'll keep him busy." He said eyeing malik.
"yes sir." She smiled gratefully at him and took off down the hall.
"malik. Just who I wanted to see." Seth said in a low voice. "are you busy?"
malik looked surprised. "why?" he asked suspiciously.
"I feel in the mood for a duel." Seth said. Malik smiled maliciously.
"ready when you are high priest."
"good." Seth said with a glare, which was met by malik's glare. They made their way to the underground dueling ring. = hours later, seth emerged victorious. Malik was enraged he had lost. Seth had won, but just barely. He's getting tougher to beat, seth thought. I need to practice some more. He smiled. He had won. Now malik had to take out the palace garbage for a week. (the worst punishment a person of high status had to do. In my story anyway..) he only wished it was a worse punishment for losing. He scowled, like banishment to the shadow realm. Oh well. He smiled evilly, maybe some other time... = kiya made her way back to the workroom with the cattails. Seth had saved her. again. She was grateful to him. She felt bad avoiding his questions, but she was planning on escaping. She had to go back home, didn't she? Yes. She did. She made her way back. She was about to come out of the workroom when she spied a white haired person coming. She ducked back into the room and cracked the door. she heard muttering. Malik. She listened intently.
"that stupid priest. I'll get him for this. He will pay for humiliating me, he and his little slave too. But first things first..." he grumbled as he walked by. Kiya couldn't move. Her body felt chilled to the bone.
Yeehaw! Sorry took so long to update. Typing and ½ way watching GI Jane, good movie btw. Hope to have another cappie up in a week or two. Im not sure where im going with this again...*sigh* and it will be longer chapters too! Enjoy! And while your waiting, check out this story: game over by vuvvles: You'll love it! its Yugioh and Yami's cursed, Kaiba's deck has been stolen, Bakura becomes a sales executive... throw in TristanCorp and you've got yourself a story! Yeah. Its great. Its ooc, but sooo funny you forget that!