A/n – yes, I know it was deleted before ( apparently I didn't add the disclaimers right) , but here is chapter 1.
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Disclaimers: Dark-angel302 doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or Pirates of the Caribbean, she also doesn't own the last name 'Swann' which is used in Pirates of the Caribbean, and she doesn't own the plot. She does however own the ideas and changes in the story . . .
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Pirates of the Caribbean
Chapter 1
Ryou looked around in the hazy darkness of the morning, his room seemed to be asleep as well; quiet, unmoving, and dark. Getting up Ryou walked over towards his wooden desk at the far corner of the room. Opening up the first drawer, he took out a stack of books and paper with his scribbly handwriting on it. As soon as the drawer was empty he pushed on the far back of the drawer's bottom, lifting up a secret compartment not even the maids knew about. He could tell by the layer of dust settled there.
And in the drawer lay the medallion, Malik's pirate medallion, the one he never asks about or mentioned or knew that Ryou took from him. Wiping of the dust, Ryou admired it's wonderful detail, it was about the size of a large coin, and the golden gleam had never faded. He picked it up and stared at it for a moment.
Malik must have completely forgotten all about it by now.
Slowly, Ryou put it around his neck, the coin dropped mid-way down his chest. He looked up into the mirror above his desk. Ryou had grown up wonderfully, his silver-white locks still long and reaching his mid-back, and his chocolate-brown eyes as beautiful as ever. Creamy pale skin and a thin form, he had girls swooning when he walked down the street. (It completely embarrassed him though.)
Ryou held on to the pirate medallion, he never got to see Malik any more, they use to play a lot as kids. But now Malik worked as a very talented blacksmith, and his swords were used by only the most high-ranking officers. And Ryou was the governor's son. It had been a good two months since he last saw Malik.
Suddenly a knock came at the door. "Ryou? Ryou are you alright?" It was his father. Hiding the Medallion in his shirt, he went and opened the door for his father. Two maids rushed in also. "Still in bed at this hour?" Ryou smiled at his father's words. "It's a beautiful day outside!" A maid opened the curtains and the bright sunlight of mid-morning burst through the window. Ryou blinked furiously, trying to get use to it.
A butler came in with a box and set it down on the bed. "I have a gift for you," Governor Swann said to him, and opened the box. Something shined in the box, something that looked like –
"Silk!" Ryou exclaimed, taking out the new piece of clothing, it was a shirt of some kind, button up and silver lined. "It's beautiful," Ryou whispered, letting the material run through his hands. Also in the box was a different material Ryou had never seen before. The clothing looked like trousers for a moment, until he took them out.
"Their called 'pants' I believe," his father said. "Reach all the way down to your ankles." They were black, Ryou smiled to himself. He had seen Malik where things like these, only a light brown, and Malik had said he made them himself.
"They're wonderful," Ryou exclaimed.
"That's not all either." A maid held up some-sort of black vest for Ryou to see. Ryou smiled even more.
Suddenly Ryou looked back at his father, "May I inquire as to the occasion?"
"Does a father need an occasion to dote upon his son?" Ryou smiled and went to try them on. His father walked out on his son's balcony as Ryou dressed. "Actually, I, um . . . I had hoped you would wear it to the ceremony today."
"What ceremony?"
"Captain Kaiba's Promotion Ceremony."
Ryou sighed, "I knew it!"
"Commodore Kaiba, as he's about to become. A fine gentleman, don't you think? He fancies you, you know." Port Royal had been an odd town since the beginning, the town that hosted a very famous docking bay also happened to encourage same-gender marriages, but regular ones were excepted as well. Ryou sighed, he knew all too well that Captain Kaiba fancied him, everyone in town fancied him, man or woman. It got really annoying, as were the maids when they helped him get on the vest-thing. "Ryou? How's it coming?"
"What was that last piece of clothing you showed me?" Ryou asked, his voice straining.
"It's supposed to be the latest fashion in France."
"F-From what I've heard, this feels like a corset!" The vest went over the silk shirt, but it was (ahem) quite tight. He could barley breathe.
"Milord," said a butler, bowing to the governor. "You have a visitor."
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Malik Ishtar glanced around the front hallway; a long, thin, black box tucked under his arm. Getting bored he started to study a sconce, and upon touching it, broke a piece off. Looking around as the sound of metal on metal echoed through the front hall, Malik tried to put it back on, hearing voices, he shoved it in a vase below the sconce, full of golden canes and umbrellas.
A butler entered the room, Malik nodded to him as he walked past, while the butler kind-of stared at him. He got that a lot. Malik was indeed Egyptian; tan skin, platinum blond hair that fell past his shoulders, and striking lavender eyes. But he also wore clothing he made himself. Trousers that went to his ankles and shirts that had no sleeves. Today he wore a black shirt with no sleeves and brown trousers with a lot of pockets, mostly used for when he was working.
"Ah, Mr. Ishtar, good to see you again!" Came a voice from the top of the stairs. Malik turned around to see Governor Swann coming down after a servant.
"Good day sir," Malik said to him, slightly bowing out of respect. "I have your order." He placed the box on a nearby table and opened it. It was a sword, and a very fine one at that. Malik took it out, handing it to Governor Swann, who unsheathed it. "The blade is folded steal. And that's gold filigree laid into the handle." Governer Swann examined it from sharp steal point to designed golden handle. "If I may?" The Governer hesitated before handing the sword back to Malik, who balanced it on his finger. The handle and blade never tipping. "Perfectly balanced. The tang is nearly the full width of the blade." Taking his other hand, he quickly flipped the blade up and presented it to the Governer by the handle. The Governer had a smile on his face, as usual.
"Impressive. Very impressive. Ah, now, Commodore Kaiba will be pleased with this." Malik smiled, putting the sword back in its sheath and it to the box, which a butler took away. "Do pass on my compliments to your master. Hmm?" Malik's face faltered for a moment, not many people knew that he made them, his master was too drunk most of the time. But Malik knew better than to correct the Governer. He forced a smile. "I shall. A craftsman is always pleased to hear his work is appreciated." The Governer smiled back and turned towards the stairs when he exclaimed.
"Ryou! You look absolutely stunning!" Malik turned towards the stairs and his breath was taken away. Now, he had always had a crush on Ryou, but what Ryou was wearing made him freeze. Tight-fitting black pants showed off his thin form and a silver silk shirt slightly baggy and buttoned up, leaving the last two near his color unbuttoned. And a black vest tight enough to show off the rest of his form. Silver-white locks contrasting with it beautifully. He looked beautiful, like an angel.
When Ryou saw Malik he smiled brightly. "Malik! It's so good to see you." He rushed down the stairs towards Malik. "I had a dream about you last night."
Malik gulped. "About me?"
"Yes, well," Governer Swann was saying nervously to his son. "Is that entirely proper of you to –"
"About the day we met, do you remember?" Ryou continued, ignoring his father.
"How could I forget, Mr. Swann," Malik said. It was true, he could remember waking up and seeing Ryou, telling him that he was watching over him. It was the way Ryou said his name, each syllable rolling off his tongue in the British accent the town seemed to all have, (except for him of course) but none sounded like Ryou. Ryou suddenly smiled, jokingly.
"How many times must I ask you to call me Ryou?" Malik was about to respond when he remembered that Ryou's father was right next to him. Changing his mind he said uneasily.
"At least once more, Mr. Swann, as always." Ryou's face seemed to drop at this.
"There, you see?" Governer Swann added. "At least the boy has a sense of propriety. Now we really must be going." Ryou's cheery mood upon seeing Malik had faded, he looked quite disappointed now. "Come on, Ryou, we can't keep Captain Kaiba waiting."
Ryou sighed sadly, before saying politely. "Good day, Mr. Ishtar." And turned to follow his father.
Only one word went through Malik's mind at that moment.
Shit.
Ryou had stopped calling him by his first name.
He rushed to the doorway where Ryou and his father were getting in a carriage. "Come along now," his father told him. Ryou looked back at Malik just as he reached the door.
"Good day." Malik said, as Ryou got in the carriage. "Ryou." The horses moved and the carriage was pulled down the road.
TBC....
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So short... I'm very ashamed of myself... ::goes off to cry in corner::
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