a/n: here's my first atempt at a Yu-Gi-Oh fic. hope it's not to bad.

disclaimer: don't own nothin'

Ch.1

PrinceYugi of the Britons, grandson of the king, and commander of his majesty's armies was bored. He hated these endless formal diners full of court politics and court gossip. Lately all they talked about was the threat of the Saxon army massing in the north. They seemed to think he could come up with some grand plan to destroy the threat, but he was only seventeen. Yugi sighed, he may be in charge of the army but that didn't mean he instantly knew how to rid Briton of every problem. Age and experience granted wisdom not rank. Yugi had just about given up all hope of rescue when he spotted three familiar figures standing in the doorway, hesitant to get involved. Yugi stood up.

"I'm afraid there is something I must discuss with my captains," he announced, "if you'll excuse me."

It took all of Yugi's will power not to bolt to the freedom of the hallway and his waiting friends. Once out of the great hall and away from the eyes of the court he breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks guys. I think I would have strangled that lord if you hadn't come."

"Really?" the blonde cleric-captain Joey asked. "I was never fond of Lord Pegasus, let's go back."

Yugi laughed "you couldn't pay me enough to go back there."

"Ah, the price of rank." Malik said wisely his lavender eyes lost in thought.

The young captain with white hair and soft chocolate eyes turned to the sandy haired mage. "We're all nobles here too, Malik," Ryou pointed out.

"Yes, but no of us has the rank Yugi has." Malik replied.

Joey shook his head, "you think too much, Malik. C'mon lets get outta here."

The three others nodded in agreement and went to find a tavern. Yugi knew he'd never hear the end of it from his grandfather if he was caught in a tavern with a bunch of peasants and his three, as far as his grandfather was concerned, no good captains but he could care less.

Yami, nephew of the Saxon king, stood on a hill top looking out over the encampment of his army. Three figures stood beside him. One was the High Battle Priest, Seto. Next to Seto stood the sorcerer Marik, and a little ways apart from Marik stood the white haired demon Bakura. Yami's crimson eyes seemed to glow in the darkness as he addressed the three standing next to him.

"We should break camp tomorrow and begin heading south before the Britons have a chance to beg aid from Rome. Seto? Will your battle priests be ready to move?"

"Yes, I will ready them tonight." The blue eyed Saxon replied.

Yami nodded, "good. Bakura, I want you and Marik to take a small strike force south at midnight. Gather as much information as you can."

The sorcerer and the demon turned to go. "Oh and if you find anything worth a ransom bring it to me, anything else is yours." Yami said absently playing with his dagger. He could feel Bakura grin in the darkness.

"Of course Prince Yami," the demon replied before he and Marik left.

"Are you sure it's wise to send those two off alone together?" Seto asked.

"I'm sure; Marik will keep Bakura in check."

"But who will keep Marik in check?" he may be the slightly more sane one of the two but it is only slightly."

"Bakura and Marik know that if they want to keep any treasure they find on this mission they will have to bring me a decent ransom. That means a noble of Briton."

"You're letting an insane sorcerer and a demon loose in the capital of Briton?" Seto chuckled, "this will be the shortest war in history." Seto watched the Saxon prince for a while; it was so hard to read Yami sometimes. "You know they won't wait for a strike force, don't you? They'll teleport themselves to the capital tonight."

Yami grinned, crimson eyes glinting in the moonlight. "I'm counting on it," He replied. "Ready your battle priests, Seto, we march at dawn."

Yugi, Joey, Ryou and Malik stumbled out of the tavern, arms linked and singing at the top of their lungs—badly. Two figures watched them from the alleyway unnoticed.

"You sing terribly, Prince Yugi." Joey slurred.

Yugi giggled in a very unprincely manner. "You too, but neither of us are as bad as Malik."

"Ha-ha! I beat you all! But I guess that means Ryou loses, seeing as he sings the best."

"I think that's a compliment but I'm too drunk to tell." Ryou said.

The two forms from the alley continued to follow them down the darkened city street, conversing in an inhuman tongue.

"Bakura, did that boy just say Prince Yugi, as in the grandson of the Briton king?' Marik asked his companion in the demon tongue.

"I think so but then again my common isn't the greatest." The white haired demon replied in his native language.

"He looks like a smaller version of Prince Yami." Marik noted.

"The eyes are different though, the boy's are purple to Yami's crimson." Bakura corrected. "The one they called Malik bares a striking resemblance to you, my friend, except with tamer hair and a leaner body."

"And the one called Ryou is your human double," Marik retorted. "They're all nobles judging by their dress, let's bring them to Yami."

"You capture the Britons, I'm going looting," Bakura said.

Marik shrugged, "suit yourself." He began reciting the sleep spell.

A strange, greenish fog appeared around Yugi and his companions.

"What's going on?" Joey yelled.

"It's a sleep spell," Malik recognized belatedly; the spell had already begun to take affect. The four companions collapsed in a deep sleep.

Marik chuckled, "too easy."

It was nearly dawn when Marik and Bakura returned, via mage gate, dragging four bodies and a large bag of valuable items. Yami was waiting for them.

"What did you bring?" Yami asked.

"What we believe to be Prince Yugi," Bakura said in demon, not trusting his common to convey the fact it was only an assumption.

"Actually, judging by his clothing, I'm fairly certain." Marik said in common pointing to the smallest of the four.

Yami rolled the boy over with his foot and his eyes went wide. He starred down at the unconscious form of the Briton who looked so much like him. It was definitely Prince Yugi, Yami had seen him once before and no other had borne such a close resemblance to him.

"Tie them up and put binding spells on them in case one of them is a mage. Inform me when they wake.' Yami turned and disappeared into the camp to prepare to march at first light.

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