Here is a new story that I'm starting. This one has angst by the truck load
and takes place in Ancient Egypt. It also contain yaoi. Yes, Yaoi, but no
lemons here on Fanfiction. The lemons will posted on my website listed in
my profile. This one is called 'Just call me Angel'
::Disclaimers: Don't own Yugioh, just own the plot::
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Do you believe in destiny? Some may, but some will not. I used to be one of those non-believers, until something,or someone changed my mind
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It was a cold night in the sands of Egypt. I didn't mind, I was used to the harsh temperatures. Living in desert most of your life, you'd think so. The moon was waxed to it's fullest, casting an eerie light. The sand was it's natural golden-amber hue, warmed from the heated day before.
I was on to one of my greatest heists of my entire life; robbing from the former Pharaoh himself. It was the robbery of the century. I could practically taste it's magnitude, it was so big. My partner, Marik, still had his doubts.
"Are you absolutly sure about this Bakura-kun?" Marik asked in a shaky voice.
"Yes, I am sure we can pull this off," I said with reassurance.
"But what about the guards?" Marik said.
"Take a look for yourself," I said pointing.
Marik looked to see the guards practically asleep standing up. Marik & I slipped by unnoticed, into the tomb of the former Pharaoh. Once we entered the endless hallways did one of us speak.
"They built this place for tomb raiders to get lost down here," Marik commented softly.
"You need the exercise anyway," I commented sarcastically.
I could tell he was glaring hotly at my back , but I ignored him.
After about an hour of wandering around aimlessly, we happened upon the main chamber. The room practically glowed with amounts of treasure. Left unguarded. And all for the taking. This was all too easy!
"What a load!" Marik whispered loudly.
"Not for long," I said, looking at my partner, "let's get started before were discovered."
We took out our bags and started to fill them up to our heart's content. Just as our bags was filled, a sound came to my attention. It sounded a lot like sobbing.
"Marik, you crying?"
"What reason would I have to cry?" He answered back.
I looked around for the source of the weeping. I moved some piles of coins aside to see the most creature I had ever seen in my life. I had to blink just to make sure I wasn't dreaming this. There was a boy, about 15, maybe 16 years of age with pale, almost a rosey-peachy cream tone of skin, completely contradictary to the golden-cinammon brown of the egyptain. His eyes were a chocolate brown, almost like a doe's eyes, complete with long, feminine eye lashes. His mane of hair, white as the whitest silk, and looked just as soft. He looked like a white-haired angel. Though, when I reached out to try & touch him, he reeled back in fear.
"Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you," I said as gently as I could.
But the boy still kept his distance. Why would he try to avoid me like I had a disease or something?
"Why do you flee? I mean you no harm," I said, trying to encourage him to come closer.
"Please forgive me, but I am not allowed to speak with anyone," the boy said, his voice so softspoken, like he had never yelled in his life.
"Why's that, little one?" I asked him.
"I was ordered to," he said simply, "or suffer grave consequenses."
"Oh," I said simply, "from who?"
"The princess," he said, "she said that my friend would suffer greatly if I ever spoke a word to anyone."
"Well, you don't have to worry. I'm not just anyone, so your friend doesn't have to suffer. What is your name?"
"Ryou," he said softly.
"Well, Ryou-chan, how about we get out of this old tomb?"
"Bakura-kun, have you completely lost it?!" Marik raved, "we'll be caught for sure if he comes with us."
"What's the worst that could happen?" I reasoned, "besides, it's not right for a tomb raider to leave a treasure behind."
"Bakura-kun, you are a strange one indeed," Marik said, picking up his bag and headed towards the door.
"Proud to be strange my friend," I replied sarcastically.
"What can I do for you, Bakura-sama?" Ryou asked.
I looked at him and smiled gently. I held out my bag for him to take; he took it and held it tightly in his arms. Then, I scooped him up into my arms. I was surprised at how light he was. The bag probably weighed more than he did.
"Just hold on to the bag and make sure it doesn't make a sound what so ever. Okay?"
"Okay, Bakura-sama."
We took off from the tomb unnoticed. Pharaoh would be furious when he found out that his guards were sleeping on the job, I inwardly smirked. We headed to our horses and loaded the cargo, making me have to set down Ryou. Marik & I loaded up the cargo and Marik headed off. I turned around to see Ryou holding his arms over his body, shivering. It broke my heart to see him like that, so I took off my cloak and slid the cloth over Ryou's body, covering everything but his head. Ryou looked up at me with his doe-like eyes, wondering what to do.
"It get's kind of cold out here. No one wants to freeze their ass off out here," I said, looking away from Ryou.
I could tell he was smiling, but I didn't want to look. Sentimentals are not my style. I gently scooped Ryou into my arms and pulled us onto my horse. I was right, the bags did weigh more than he did. As we were riding to mine & Marik's secret hidout, Ryou seemed to be tilting his head back a lot, probably from fatigue.
"You can sleep if you want, Ryou-chan. We won't get there til mornings first light," I said, pulling his head into a more comfortable position.
He accepted the invitation to rest and instantly fell asleep. He looked so beautiful while he sleeps, you wish you could kiss it. But, I don't. He might wake up and demand why. I didn't want to admit just yet how attached I've grown. Wait....did I say attached? No matter, I just contiuned to watch where I was going. Little did I know that my life was about to change forever.
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"Your highness," one of my top guards said.
"You may speak," I said boredly.
Nothing interseting happens here at the palace. Even when your the ruler of all Egypt, nothing seems to happen.
"We regret to inform you that your father's tomb has been robbed."
And that intersets me how? Let me guess, it was the notorious tomb robber Bakura again.
"It was Bakura, sir," he said regretfully.
Score one for the Pharaoh.
"Then what are you doing back here, you imbeciles!? Get back out there and catch him!" I yelled, to prove my point.
It was late and I wanted to retire to my chambers. But, being Pharaoh, I'll never get to do that. Life sucks when your the king of the world. The servents had now brought forth a present from a country I can't remember the name of. That's one perk of being Pharaoh; you get a lot of neat stuff. Anyway, the servents were carrying a large brown bag, tied with violet ribbons. What caught my attention was that the bag was moving. I told my servents to take the gift to my personal where I will inspect it myself. After a few more minutes, I got curious and excused myself to my chambers.
Once I got there, I looked for my gift. I found it, sitting on my bed, almost struggling to get free. I untied the ribbons when a ball of black, red and gold popped out. I realized that it was a child inside the bag, with black, red-violet & blonde hair. He also had the most beatiful amythest eyes I had ever seen, with creamy, silk skin and a gentle demenor.
"Hello, little one," I said.
"Hello, my lord Pharaoh," the boy said, shyly.
I ran my hand over the smooth skin of his face. It felt like soft flower petals in a garden. I moved a stray hair out of his angelic face and kissed his forehead, taking his sweet scent, like lavender & jasmine.
"Is there anything I can do for you, my lord Pharaoh?" the little boy asked.
"Yes, can you tell me your name?" I asked him.
"Yugi," he said shyly.
"Yugi,"I said, trying it out," you will be my personal servent from now on, and I ask you to stay at my side, unless I tell you otherwise. Is that clear?"
"Yes, my lord Pharaoh," Yugi said, bowing his head.
"And one more thing," I said.
"Yes, my lord?"
"Just call me Yami; save the lord Pharaoh stuff for the public."
"All right, hig- I mean Yami-sama."
Close enough. Hopefully he will drop the -sama eventually.
"Yami-sama, why do you wish to be called by such name?"
"Well, Yugi. People call me that all the time and it wouldn't hurt for people to use my real name once in a while," I said, a little frustrated.
"Alright, Yami-sama. I hope I can be of good service to you," Yugi said, lowering his head respectfully.
"You will Yugi," I said, "I'm sure you will."
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::Disclaimers: Don't own Yugioh, just own the plot::
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Do you believe in destiny? Some may, but some will not. I used to be one of those non-believers, until something,or someone changed my mind
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It was a cold night in the sands of Egypt. I didn't mind, I was used to the harsh temperatures. Living in desert most of your life, you'd think so. The moon was waxed to it's fullest, casting an eerie light. The sand was it's natural golden-amber hue, warmed from the heated day before.
I was on to one of my greatest heists of my entire life; robbing from the former Pharaoh himself. It was the robbery of the century. I could practically taste it's magnitude, it was so big. My partner, Marik, still had his doubts.
"Are you absolutly sure about this Bakura-kun?" Marik asked in a shaky voice.
"Yes, I am sure we can pull this off," I said with reassurance.
"But what about the guards?" Marik said.
"Take a look for yourself," I said pointing.
Marik looked to see the guards practically asleep standing up. Marik & I slipped by unnoticed, into the tomb of the former Pharaoh. Once we entered the endless hallways did one of us speak.
"They built this place for tomb raiders to get lost down here," Marik commented softly.
"You need the exercise anyway," I commented sarcastically.
I could tell he was glaring hotly at my back , but I ignored him.
After about an hour of wandering around aimlessly, we happened upon the main chamber. The room practically glowed with amounts of treasure. Left unguarded. And all for the taking. This was all too easy!
"What a load!" Marik whispered loudly.
"Not for long," I said, looking at my partner, "let's get started before were discovered."
We took out our bags and started to fill them up to our heart's content. Just as our bags was filled, a sound came to my attention. It sounded a lot like sobbing.
"Marik, you crying?"
"What reason would I have to cry?" He answered back.
I looked around for the source of the weeping. I moved some piles of coins aside to see the most creature I had ever seen in my life. I had to blink just to make sure I wasn't dreaming this. There was a boy, about 15, maybe 16 years of age with pale, almost a rosey-peachy cream tone of skin, completely contradictary to the golden-cinammon brown of the egyptain. His eyes were a chocolate brown, almost like a doe's eyes, complete with long, feminine eye lashes. His mane of hair, white as the whitest silk, and looked just as soft. He looked like a white-haired angel. Though, when I reached out to try & touch him, he reeled back in fear.
"Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you," I said as gently as I could.
But the boy still kept his distance. Why would he try to avoid me like I had a disease or something?
"Why do you flee? I mean you no harm," I said, trying to encourage him to come closer.
"Please forgive me, but I am not allowed to speak with anyone," the boy said, his voice so softspoken, like he had never yelled in his life.
"Why's that, little one?" I asked him.
"I was ordered to," he said simply, "or suffer grave consequenses."
"Oh," I said simply, "from who?"
"The princess," he said, "she said that my friend would suffer greatly if I ever spoke a word to anyone."
"Well, you don't have to worry. I'm not just anyone, so your friend doesn't have to suffer. What is your name?"
"Ryou," he said softly.
"Well, Ryou-chan, how about we get out of this old tomb?"
"Bakura-kun, have you completely lost it?!" Marik raved, "we'll be caught for sure if he comes with us."
"What's the worst that could happen?" I reasoned, "besides, it's not right for a tomb raider to leave a treasure behind."
"Bakura-kun, you are a strange one indeed," Marik said, picking up his bag and headed towards the door.
"Proud to be strange my friend," I replied sarcastically.
"What can I do for you, Bakura-sama?" Ryou asked.
I looked at him and smiled gently. I held out my bag for him to take; he took it and held it tightly in his arms. Then, I scooped him up into my arms. I was surprised at how light he was. The bag probably weighed more than he did.
"Just hold on to the bag and make sure it doesn't make a sound what so ever. Okay?"
"Okay, Bakura-sama."
We took off from the tomb unnoticed. Pharaoh would be furious when he found out that his guards were sleeping on the job, I inwardly smirked. We headed to our horses and loaded the cargo, making me have to set down Ryou. Marik & I loaded up the cargo and Marik headed off. I turned around to see Ryou holding his arms over his body, shivering. It broke my heart to see him like that, so I took off my cloak and slid the cloth over Ryou's body, covering everything but his head. Ryou looked up at me with his doe-like eyes, wondering what to do.
"It get's kind of cold out here. No one wants to freeze their ass off out here," I said, looking away from Ryou.
I could tell he was smiling, but I didn't want to look. Sentimentals are not my style. I gently scooped Ryou into my arms and pulled us onto my horse. I was right, the bags did weigh more than he did. As we were riding to mine & Marik's secret hidout, Ryou seemed to be tilting his head back a lot, probably from fatigue.
"You can sleep if you want, Ryou-chan. We won't get there til mornings first light," I said, pulling his head into a more comfortable position.
He accepted the invitation to rest and instantly fell asleep. He looked so beautiful while he sleeps, you wish you could kiss it. But, I don't. He might wake up and demand why. I didn't want to admit just yet how attached I've grown. Wait....did I say attached? No matter, I just contiuned to watch where I was going. Little did I know that my life was about to change forever.
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"Your highness," one of my top guards said.
"You may speak," I said boredly.
Nothing interseting happens here at the palace. Even when your the ruler of all Egypt, nothing seems to happen.
"We regret to inform you that your father's tomb has been robbed."
And that intersets me how? Let me guess, it was the notorious tomb robber Bakura again.
"It was Bakura, sir," he said regretfully.
Score one for the Pharaoh.
"Then what are you doing back here, you imbeciles!? Get back out there and catch him!" I yelled, to prove my point.
It was late and I wanted to retire to my chambers. But, being Pharaoh, I'll never get to do that. Life sucks when your the king of the world. The servents had now brought forth a present from a country I can't remember the name of. That's one perk of being Pharaoh; you get a lot of neat stuff. Anyway, the servents were carrying a large brown bag, tied with violet ribbons. What caught my attention was that the bag was moving. I told my servents to take the gift to my personal where I will inspect it myself. After a few more minutes, I got curious and excused myself to my chambers.
Once I got there, I looked for my gift. I found it, sitting on my bed, almost struggling to get free. I untied the ribbons when a ball of black, red and gold popped out. I realized that it was a child inside the bag, with black, red-violet & blonde hair. He also had the most beatiful amythest eyes I had ever seen, with creamy, silk skin and a gentle demenor.
"Hello, little one," I said.
"Hello, my lord Pharaoh," the boy said, shyly.
I ran my hand over the smooth skin of his face. It felt like soft flower petals in a garden. I moved a stray hair out of his angelic face and kissed his forehead, taking his sweet scent, like lavender & jasmine.
"Is there anything I can do for you, my lord Pharaoh?" the little boy asked.
"Yes, can you tell me your name?" I asked him.
"Yugi," he said shyly.
"Yugi,"I said, trying it out," you will be my personal servent from now on, and I ask you to stay at my side, unless I tell you otherwise. Is that clear?"
"Yes, my lord Pharaoh," Yugi said, bowing his head.
"And one more thing," I said.
"Yes, my lord?"
"Just call me Yami; save the lord Pharaoh stuff for the public."
"All right, hig- I mean Yami-sama."
Close enough. Hopefully he will drop the -sama eventually.
"Yami-sama, why do you wish to be called by such name?"
"Well, Yugi. People call me that all the time and it wouldn't hurt for people to use my real name once in a while," I said, a little frustrated.
"Alright, Yami-sama. I hope I can be of good service to you," Yugi said, lowering his head respectfully.
"You will Yugi," I said, "I'm sure you will."
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