TDW Savage Beast

Atemu: Mythical great God of Annu.

Merytsira (Yugi): beloved son of ra.

Manu (Malik): born second

On names: I didn't want to use Jou and change all of the names because, I was reading a story and Joseph was changed to Yusef. So ya :D

[(A cookie to anyone who knows where I got that too :) )]

No ones gotten the quote from the first chappie ne? Aw well, I'll be putting some quotes or characters and such and I'll give a cookie to anyone who guesses them ^^

Saaa...I'm so happy! ^^ I got some more reviews :D *cough* Anyhoosies, I'm feeling slightly guilty. This took me longer than I would've wanted and Set-chan doesn't meet Jou yet *dodges flying fruit* Showwy ;_; I'm working towards it but they WILL meet in the following chapter I PROMISE. This chapter hasn't been beta'd either, forgive any mistakes.

I didn't put a disclaimer in the last chapter huh? Crap -.- I get forgetful. Here

Disclaimer: ...Kazuki Takahashi ain't budgin and I already offered him my soul...

There are some differences from the second chapter because of the fact that I've read some books and I learned that Yami's name was Atemu and I found Malik and Yugi's name ^^'

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He could barely feel his arms, and his neck had an unbelievable cramp. Groaning he moved his head, his eyes snapping closed as a sharp creaking pain rippled up his neck. Trying to add some feeling into his arms he tried to move them, metal chains jangled and cut into his wrist, shifting to try to stand to relieve some of the stress in his unfeeling arms he clutched at the chains of the manacles connected to the wall and pulled getting on his feet. Unfortunately his legs picked a great time to turn to jelly, and he pitched forward; he slipped his grasp of the chain, rough cold chains bit into his wrist cutting the skin, his shoulders were pulled and the joint that connected his right arm to his shoulder popped out of place. He cried out. DAMN that HURT!

Hearing a cry from the cabin one of the guards opened the door and smirked. "Looks like 'th 'lil lad woke up!" guttural laughter erupted from the guard.

"C'mon Blurn take the brat to the deck, I heard th' master gots a little plan fer the wench." A loud bout of laughter resounded throughout the room.

Grinning like a madman the one called Blurn grabbed a set of keys on a circular ring and uncuffed Fernec. Blurn grabbed the boy by his dislocated arm, Fernec grit his teeth as he was hauled to his feet and dragged to the top deck.

They pushed him face first onto a wall with cuffs hanging from metal links at the top. "Ahk, Get off me Assholes!" feebly struggling, his bloody wrists were grabbed and chained. Cold chuckling was heard from behind the boy, and as fast as his mind could comprehend his red shirt was ripped off exposing a lithe powerful back.

"Nice," a cold voice remarked, running equally cold hands over the exposed surface making the boy shiver "Very nice. Boys herd the slaves up here won't cha?"

The raiders went to retrieve the villagers leaving Fernec with Damocles. Putting his hands on either side of Fernec's head Damocles leaned close.  "Little pig* your punishment isn't complete yet." He laughed softly "Your mother was just a...precursory. But don't worry your cute little head off, that pretty face of yours will remain untouched, exotics bring a fine price as harlots you know." He stepped back chuckling when the door that led to the lower decks was opened.

People from the village were rounded up in a way so everybody could see the half naked boy. "Choices and consequences my friends." He said cheerily, "hurt me and I will hurt you, and unfortunately someone has hurt me."

He cracked a long whip on Fernec's back and dragged the spiked weapon across the exposed flesh ripping skin and meat off the boy. A sick smile spread across Damocles face as he heard an agonized scream tear from the younger male's throat. Snapping the whip back in one fluid motion, a horrendous look of pleasure crossed the elder man's face and he brought his arm forward with horrifying force, ripping more of the boy with the weapon.

Fernec grit his teeth, and clutched the manacles that restrained him to remain standing. He closed his eyes and tried to shut out the pain 'I will NOT give them the satisfaction of hearing me scream!' another lash resounded. The spectators from the village were silent save for the occasional sob and gasp, but no one dared step forward.

A whoosh of air then a resounding sharp lash over and over and over. Blood soaked the boy's trousers and pooled around his booted feet. The sun reached its peak and Fernec hadn't uttered a sound since his initial scream. Damocles snapped his whip at Fernec's already raw wounds, causing splatters of blood to fly as the whip struck and as backlash of the weapon. Blood trickled from Fernec's lip as he bit into it and his tongue to refrain screaming 'I would rather die than give them satisfaction.' Was his last thought before he was pulled into unfeeling darkness.

Smirking at the slumped figure Damocles gave his men orders to take the prisoners back down. Most of them had their eyes downcast losing all hope of finding happiness ever again, the rest looked with pity on the bloody boy or anger at the men who handled them.

Uncuffing the unconscious boy the raiders dragged him down to his special cell, his back scraped on the rough floor leaving a gory trail of blood and skin.

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Seti stretched his joints wincing as cracks and pops were heard. Ra had already risen to his peak, seems like the High Priest had taken a nap. He put his face into his hands and cursed himself for his mortal nature.

His whole left arm and part of his neck had cramped and needlelike pains raced up and down his arm and neck when he attempted to move. His right arm felt cold due to the lack of circulation to the limb. Standing, he limped to his bed and collapsed from fatigue. It wasn't his mind that was controlling his actions now; it was his need to rest.

Thanking the Nile because of the crisp cold blankets his eyes closed slowly to troubled dreams concerning his little brother. A lone tear fell as he saw his brother playing around his room laughing and making jokes.

Letting out a silent breath in thanks to the gods, the three petite boys slowly slinked out of their hiding place and out of the High Priests room. Walking back to the Pharaoh's chamber, the smallest of the three sighed, "The slave market isn't the best of the best in the world, but..." he closed his eyes.

"Seti needs someone to get his mind off Hebeny. He will kill himself if this keeps on going." Ahmose padded softly next to his two companions fidgeting with the hem of his linen kilt.

Manu the younger brother of Isis, the pharaoh's adviser, keeper of the Millennium Tauk, put a hand on his tanned chest and smiled slightly, "If I can love Marik then even Seti will find somebody to love and to love him back." Ahmose and Merytsira* laughed weakly.

Reaching the large double doors of the Pharaoh's chamber Manu pushed the doors a more muscular man would have had trouble opening with skilled ease. Walking over to their respective husbands they sat by their feet.

"Miw-sher* why sit by my feet when my lap is more welcoming." The Pharaoh chuckled and pulled the little copy of himself on his lap and nuzzled his neck, inhaling the scents of sandalwood and jasmine.

Bakhemet preferring the position of his more sedate lover plopped onto the floor and shoved the chair he was sitting on to the side making the piece of furniture topple over.

Khenema'at just sank in his chair and put a hand on his lover's head. Manu took the general's hand into his own and laid his cheek on the elder's knee.

Looking sadly at Atemu, Meryt pushed the Pharaoh into his chair, and lay on the man's chest. "Seti is getting worse. His clothes hang about his like rags and he grows paler by the day." His eyes were downcast looking sadly at his exposed pale knees.

Silence shrouded the room. The Great High Priest was fading they all knew. His eyes held no more care for the living world, and his voice lost almost all of its authority. With his brother gone Neferseti lost his will for any sort of life aside of that to get his little brother back in any and all costs.

"He will regain his glory again." Bakhemet said looking up at the boy on Pharaoh's lap. "The trade will be arriving in 4 days, I am sure we will find someone for Seti."

"We will have to dress the runt in a dog suit to get Seti to take notice, but we will find someone!" Khenema'at sang beaming at the males around the room, Manu sighed then smiled at his lover's antics.

He wanted to kill somebody...Khenema'at wouldn't beam for nothing. It was either the man wanted to kill somebody or he got laid recently, and by Manu's slight limp...gah! That must have been a very good lay!

It seemed that Khenema'at's tone slightly lightened the foreboding mood that the three boys brought in, Meryt giggled and jumped off his husband's lap, rejuvenated. "Come" he called grabbing Atemu's hand and gestured to everybody else "we shall prepare for this redeemer!"

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Boisterous laughter shook the entire slave ship, they would reach Kemet by the dawn of the next day and the ale was broken out. The trollops of the village were taken out of their captivity and were sitting on the laps of the men, feeding them and getting fed on themselves. Some of the women, half-naked were getting it on with their men and other men laughing as the wenches were stabbed into.

"HA! HA! RO*! Get over here ya stupid git!" One particularly drunk raider shouted at one of the only sober men on the ship. "There's a harlot waitin' ta be taken, and she's a purdy one ta boo—" he was tackled by another drunken raider.

"Goron! Make me happy! I need sum luvin', that bawd fell asleep before I could have my fun!" whined the man who tackled the raider.

"Ya IDIOT! Just go bang the bitch! Who cares if the wench is asleep!? You've humped dead women before!" Goron shouted pushing the PMSing raider off him.

"GoOOooOooOO~ron! But she's an UGLY wench!" He sobbed.

Ro, completely forgotten with the arrival of a certain necropheliac raider, slipped away from the two bickering raiders. Like a shadow he passed all of the drinking and whoring. Slowly opening the door to the lower chambers, he crept into the pitch darkness until he reached a wooden door with the symbol of a black 'X' on it.

Slipping into the lamp-lit room he was met with a pair of fierce golden eyes radiating with anger and hatred. Ro wasn't fazed by the look, but took in a deep breath to calm himself. The boy was worse off than he originally thought, his trousers were rigid with dried blood and his back had whitish brown lines of pus, his back was brown with blood and his long blond hair was stiff and cracking with the dried liquid. He was kneeling on the bare floor and his arms were held up shackled straight to the wall, dried blood trails down the boy's arms.

Fernec closed his eyes and looked at the wooden floor. "What? Does the bastard want to punish me more? He burned down my home, he took my mother, he enslaved all my friends, he bled me dry! What else does he want!?" He looked back up at Ro.

Looking unemotionally at the boy as he ranted Ro picked up the set of keys hanging from a hook. "I came here alone. Nobody knows of my absence, they are all dead drunk."

"Then what is your purpose?" Tightening his jaw he shifted to look up at the robed man. "To see what pleasures you can steal off my body?" He spat "I am NOT a toy!" To his surprise a man laughed, it was full of warmth. And for a second he thought the man was not one of the men who ransacked his village...well, just for a second. Glaring venomously he attempted to attack the guy pulling on his dislocated arm and opening the wounds in his arms that new trails began to form.

"You are not a toy now, but once we reach Kemet you will be sold," Fernec's eyes widened. Ro moved to the door and took out an empty basin stored by the singular table; he filled the object with fresh water from his flask. "And you will be nothing more than property." He said moving by Fernec and uncuffing him and laying him prostrate on the floor, Fernec was too tired to struggle and moved like a rag doll.

"What are you doing?" Malice had left the boy's voice and was replaced with nothing other than curiosity. He felt a cool clean cloth wiping at his back, avoiding the pus filled wounds.

"Obviously." He sighed, "You are a little bastard you know that." Ro dipped the cloth into the cool water and wrung the article dry, leaning the object beside the bowl he reached into his cloak. "Here eat." He handed Fernec a piece of slightly molded bread, and some dried fruit and meat. "Not much but you've barely eaten."

Fernec sighed and closed his eyes finally relaxing as his back was cleaned. Lightly nipping at the offered fruit the boy realized he didn't know the man's name. "Hey. What's your name?" Finishing off the fruit he cut off the more moldy parts of the bread and started nibbling on it.

"My name? I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours." Finished cleaning most of the boy's back he took the youngers hair into his hands and dipped the strands into the slightly red water. Ro started threading his fingers through Fernec's hair loosening the strands and bringing back its golden glow. "Ro." He said after the feat of Fernec's hair.

"Eh?" The boy slightly raised his head wincing at the pain of the hardened pus being peeled off and the still slightly wet pus being wiped roughly.

"Ro, my name is Ro." Reaching once more into his cloak he took out a clay jar with a large mouth that was sealed with a cork and wax. "My brother always used to be whipped by my father," The cork was pulled out with an audible 'pop' "and I went to the healer for him. This will sting but most of your wounds will be healed by tomorrow if you don't move too much." Coating his fingers with the reddish cream he started to smooth the substance over Fernec's wounds.

Fernec's breath became laborious as his back was healed. "A- *wheeze* and wh-why exactly are y-you *gasp!* doing th-this?" pain rippled up and down his spine as Ro's rough fingers trailed up and down each and every lash mark pausing once in a while to get more cream or apply bigger patches of the ointment to the places where skin was torn off.

"I owe it to your mother and your father." Scooping up one last glob of balm he spread the substance over the palms of his hands and rubbed it all over Fernec's back. "And because you are a goddamned bastard whelp."

"Humph! I'll take that as a compliment, but what do you mean my mother and father?" He lifted himself with Ro's help and raised his arms as Ro covered his torso with bandages. He was finally able to see the man's face clearly, close-up. To put it simply, Fernec was stunned. Ro was handsome, neither young nor old. He had black hair cropped close to his head, green eyes that seemed to light up in the dark and His skin was tanned a chocolate brown color.

"That is for me to know and you to...well, perhaps never know. It is up to the gods." He said cryptically. Grabbing the boy's hand he cleaned Fernec's arms and added more ointment to the boy's wrists then bandaged both joints.

"Whatever—" He remembered Aldara, he hadn't heard from her since he told her to leave!

"I will leave this with you." Ro handed the boy the ointment jar. Ro didn't seem to notice Fernec's sudden change of attitude, "Get back in your chains when you want but don't get out of this room and do it before we reach Kemet. I don't want you to get anymore hurt nor do I want to get in trouble." He left the room quickly and silently.

"Aldara." He murmured. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath he crossed his legs and brought his hands together. Aldara!? He probed his being for any signs of the black dragon frowning as he couldn't find the creature. Aldar— "AHK!" He fell to the floor and writhed, pain lanced through his whole being starting from the back of his head spreading to his whole body. "AAAAGH!" The nails of his left hand bit into the floor, blood spattered as his nails cracked in half and wooden splinters lodged themselves into his hand.

Mocking laughter echoed through the room though there was nobody in sight. "Whe- agh -re are MmM you!?" He growled best he could.

"Little whelp did you think I would be stupid enough to take the risk of allowing you to communicate with your little pet? I guess you haven't noticed that collar around your neck ne?"

Painstakingly taking breath He lifted himself to his elbows and finally noticed a weight on his neck, with all the other pains on his body he hadn't noticed the collar but now it was his worst pain. Another painful jolt resounded throughout his system, his jaw clenched and fell to the floor again.

Damocles scornful laughter faded and Fernec was alone again. Slowly rising the boy leaned on the wall. 'So what's going to happen to me now?' he thought sardonically laying his weight on the enclosing surface of the room. His thought's drifted to the man who had pretty much saved him, Ro was a strange one, he had a cold caring manner that Fernec didn't particularly like or dislike. 'And what was that about my parents?' he thought as most of the aftermath pain disappeared sinking to the floor. The slow side-to-side motions of the boat slowly lulled him to sleep. 'Hm, I never told him my name.' He smiled slightly and his eyes drooped closed.

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Dressed in tattered but clean robes Atemu and Bakhemet led three horses that weren't really of the best pedigree. The plan was to ride to the market and leave the horses at a tavern that belonged to a close friend of Manu, then walk to the market.

Meryt, Manu and Ahmose were in charge of whatever that slave required upon arrival, namely: jewelry, clothes, a bath and food. The fact that they didn't know the size of the new slave or their gender, they had to get multiples of all of the clothes. Not so easy a task but doable.

Khenema'at, the only one left, was to distract Seti and teach and lend him a few 'crafts' To help him with his new slave...get the hint?

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* "...Little pig..." : NOBODY can call Jou a dog except for Seto!

* Miw-sher : kitten

*Ro and Blurn : A cookie to anyone who can guess where these names are from.

SEX!

((I've gotten your attention now haven't I?))

I haven't watched 'The Passion of Christ' yet my friend who read my work told me that the whipping scene is so much like it... sorry! I swear I didn't forge...ya

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Seto_Girl: ... *reads previous chapters* crap -.- didn't see that, but I am really sorry I am unable to do that, you see Seti is an original Egyptian name and I already started with it...I know I changed Yugi and Malik's name but it was to change it to Egyptian names...but perhaps Seto can be Seto's Ka name?

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BlueJay: ...really? crap, I really should get a beta I don't know. All my beta's have been my friends and they know how I write ^^' sowwy. Well hope you like this chapter ^^