Repmet- Okay, I deleted my other account so that I could get everything on my new eamil address, so this fic is a re-post from my band Geek 007 account. I'm starting at chaper one (duh) so sorry to all who've read it. Responce to all the old reviewers will slowly apear at the bottom of the fic! Thanx!

'Of Egypt and Rome': Chapter One- The Slave boy and The Prince

Joey groaned, rubbing his head and looking around him, confused by his dank surroundings. The walls were dark, molding in some places, yet built of stone strong enough to stand for thousands of years. His head and body pounded with pain and he moaned in distress, trying to move into a more comfortable position. The small Egyptian boy was confused and wary. He tried moving once more, only to find his hands tied behind his back and chained to a ring in the wall. Feeling crept into the rest of his body, slow as the sun that refused to rise. His feet were shackled as well, making it difficult to shift his legs with out causing his swollen ankles grate pain. He groaned, having no memory of how he came to this strange, dark, dungeon like place.

He heard other voices, all empty and seemingly feverous, shouted out in some foreign language that Joey couldn't understand. He sniffed the air, it did not smell like the sands of Egypt, the air was more humid, wetter, strange on the boy's senses. He suppose it would be dark here, not as fresh, hence the deep stench of a bile that wafted from around his cell. A dungeon it was. A column of light shined though, exposing a man reducibly dressed in a heavy tunic of some sort, all hefty wool, with a hoes made thing and warm looking. Joey shivered as a icy white substance blew inside. The man rubbed his hands together, lighting a lantern and holding it up to look around. Joey blinked, letting his eyes adjust to the light.

The man barked something at him in that strange language. He blinked and answered feebly, his voice cracking with lack of moisture and lack of use. "I don't- don't understand." The Egyptian words cracked from his bleeding lips, loosing their elegant sound.

The man snorted, eyes glaring at darting, he walked up to the bars of Joey's cell, looking him over with prying, uncomfortable eyes. Joey shivered, meeting the man's eyes, but withering back slightly.

O0oo0O

This one would fetch a fair price, he was foreign, strong looking if fed correctly, perfect for work or fighting in the arena. His looks left little to be deserted, the golden hair, strange from where he came from, as where his Carmel, soft eyes. Long lashes created a hooded air about his face, one of the few pieces of evident that said he was from that land of Sand and Stone. His lips twitched slightly in a light sneer, wondering if this boy would fetch a price with more that a lowly farmer or small lord. Perhaps if the boy had any obvious talents, he could be put to use in the house of a senator...his looks valued the attention of even the Emperor.

He frowned slightly, know the language barrier to be a slight problem. "What do you do, boy?' He snapped, seeing the boy's confused look, he snorted. The boy answered in a dry, cracking, barbaric language. He repeated himself slower. "What—do—you—do?" He asked, miming different occupations.

The boy thought for a moment, the mimed a sword and slashing. "And?" The slaver said, moistening for him to continue.

The boy frowned, biting a cracked lip. He put his hands up to his throat and mouth, moving the so it appeared a bird was flying from his mouth. Was he a wizard?

The slaver's expressions grew dark and he frowned deeply. The boy shook his head, using one hand to show something coming from his mouth. The door opened again and the slaver turned, blushing slightly at the other man, dressed in fine furs. "Sir!" He croaked.

"Carrie on." The younger man said, his soft purple eyes searching intently from cell to cell, landing momentarily on the golden haired boy.

The slaver felt deflated, perhaps the boy wasn't as beautiful as he'd thought? But the lord behind him was young, only around eleven, he would not yet appreciate the beauty of any other but his on mother. The golden haired boy continued to motion with his hands and mouth. The slaver stared, dumb founded. "What the hell." He muttered, shaking his head.

The youth behind his smiled. "He sings. He telling you he can sing."

The slaver turned a shade deeper red and nodded pleased twitch the boy. "Good, good." He smiled, acting if he knew all the long. The door opened again, and an older man, dressed grander yet, stuck his head it.

"Mokuba, come out of there, there are still other slaves to view." The man frowned, his graying beard braided slightly and ushering his son out of the cells.

"You're highness." The slaver bowed deeply, smiling to the emperor who had broth his sons over for the palace to view the slaves. "Do you see anything you like?"

The Emperor frowned broadly. "There are obvious yes's and no's." He muttered. "I'm anxious to see what else you have to show me."

The slaver swallowed. "Of course my lord, I'll be right out." The Emperor nodded, closing the door behind him and going back into the courtyard above.

The slaver motioned to a few guards. "Take the ones from the first few cells. Only the most profitable and pleasing to the eye mind you." He muttered to them, as they started down the narrow hall. He looked at the boy again, walking closer to the bars. He was a beauty, true enough. He held up the lantern, looking him over once more, eyes lingering on tanned face and muscular bare chest. He licked his lips, he would make a fine prize, once broken in correctly, which might be a slight challenge, but not something impossible or unenjoyable. He sighed, unlocking the cell door and walking over to the boy, he stared back defiantly, glaring up at the slaver.

O0oo0O

Joey squirmed best he could to keep from the man's reach, he didn't like the look in the other's eyes, nor the way he had licked his lips at the sight of him. He lucked out in the end, falling victim to exposition and allowing the man to unlock his hands from the wall and hoist him to his feet. Joey stiffened and the man looked him over from all around, nodding approvingly and touching a shoulder or ab, as if to see how strong he was. With a last longing look, that disturbed Joey greatly, the man led his up the steps and through the door. He shivered against the cold, his Egyptian skirt hanging to his frail for was little protection against the wind or the other freezing conditions. Joey's eyes grew wide at his surroundings. They were standing in a courtyard, surrounded by a building made of dark stones; it matched the darker skies. The floor stones were of dirty gray, but piled with a pure white substance, that was cold to the touch.

There were other people standing about. Many chained to a line, shivering in the cold for they were wearing only rags. He shivered, from more than the cold. The others were well dressed, wearing long robes of white or blue or other bright colors, draped with fine firs and coats. He swallowed hard, he understood what was going on- he was to be sold. Like the slaves back in Egypt, in the Pharo's markets. He had accompanied the Pharo more than once on a trip to the markets to over see a new shipment of silk from the far away Japan, or slaves from lower Egypt. But this was different. The people here were all men, but for a few slaves and they spoke in a gruff, unflowing language that was hard on the ears.

Joey looked at the man who was tugging him and bit his lip. "Who are they?" He motioned to the men dressed in furs, and resaved a swift backhand.

The man snarled at him. Joey cursed vividly; holding his already painful head. He yelled at the man, who in turn hit him in the jaw. It his feeble state, Joey fell to the ground, glaring up at the man, who pulled him into the line next to the others. He had obviously caught the attention of the few men standing about, they turned and looked him over, exchanging agreeable glances and nods. Joey felt sick, he knew very will all the uses for slaves in his own land, by the looks he was getting, it was the same here.

The slaver walked away, allowing Joey to pull himself to his feet, touching his cheek, ad looking at the finger. It was black, smudged with his eye paint. That meant he couldn't have been from his home too long, the makeup was still unsmudged—will mostly. He rubbed the back of his neck, warping his arms around his bare chest and shivering. His pleated kilt blew slightly in the wind, the bright red and gold flashing in the sun. He moved his hands up his arms, to fidget with the many braslets that once adorned his wrists and arms. They were gone. Her growled low under his breath, his hand going to his neck where an amulet should have rested on it's heavy gold woven necklaces. That too, was gone. There was a lack of weight on his ear, he didn't need to reach his hand to his ear lobe to find that his earrings were missing. He snarled, turning to the slaver who was talking to the men.

O0oo0O

The golden haired boy dove at the slaver, catching him of guard and beating him with his fists. The slaver was surprised and tried to feebly fight back as they rolled in the snow. The boy was jabbering away in his language, swearing and striking at him when ever he could. He yelled out to the guards, they rushed over, pulling the boy off him,. He glared, standing up, blood dripping from a sliced lip.

The boy glared at him, yammering something and holding out a hand.

"What in the bloody hell." He muttered, embarrassed and angry.

The boy held out his hand, then touched his ear, holding out his hand again.

The slaver swung his fist into the boy's faces the guard holding the slave's arms back so he could beat him. "Damned savage." He snarled, kneeing him in the stomach and causing him to double over, glaring up through his bangs and thick eye lashes.

The Prince Seto smirked, raising his hand and ordering the slaver to stop his beating. "He wants something.' He said, walking over to the boy and holding his hand between his thumb and hand. "He's Egyptian, no?"

"Yes, we took him in a raid, some sort of solider." The slaver answered. "Bloody savage, he needs to be taught proper respect, begg'en your pardon my lord."

Seto nodded, backing up a step and taking his hand off the boy's face. "Yes, of course." He thought for a moment, meeting the boy's hateful eyes. "They wear jewelry, Egyptians? Lot's of gold?" He asked, frowning.

The slaver shifted nervously. "Yes My Lord. We took all of his jewelry off of him though."

Seto was silent, looking over the boy. "Where is it?"

The slaver deflated visibly, digging in his robes and holding out a back full of bristliest, earrings and a necklace. Seto opened in, pouring the connate on the ground, not leaving the boy's eyes. The boy bristled, trying to fight the guards and get to his possessions.

Seto laughed low deep in his throat. "Will, will. I think we struck a nerve?"

The boy shouted something at him, the language interesting, yet barbaric. Seto laughed again, taking the boy's chin in his hand again, looking over his face. The boy spat at him. "Scum." He hissed in accented Latin.

Seto's face grew into a slight smile, he wiped the spit from his face with his free hand, then turned to go, coughing the boy off guard, he spun, his fist making contact with the boy's chin.

The winced, coughing up blood, and glaring at Seto. "SCUM!" He snarled again, in his heavily accented Latin.

Seto laughed again. "I want him." He turned to his father, who shrugged, nodding to the slaver.

O0oo0O

Shouting the one foreign word he knew, seemed to strike a nerve with the pail boy. He thrashed, trying to get to his jewels, gifts from his Pharo. They beat him down again, dragging him away and towards a wooden barred wagon. He yelled, fighting against the bars angrily. The pail youth came after, walking with deliberant slowness, talking to the driver of the wagon.

Joey cocked his head to the side, trying hopelessly to under stand what was being said. He was flung back wards as the wagon started to roll forward, making it's way down a crowded, cobble stone street.

Joey looked around with fascination, the buildings along the street were small, made of wood, much like those of his own land, but they were different, not made to be folded down and moved. There were many carts, filled with foreign foods, strange animals wandered around, making Joey jump back, eyes flashing. People laughed and pointed at him as they walked by, dressed in heavy firs from an unknown animal. Joey growled low under his breath, snarling at anyone who came near. Children ran after the wagon, waving stick and banging them again the bars of the cage, he yelled at them, they laughed and danced about. After a few minutes, the streets began to clear and the people looked more dignified, richer. They still laughed at him, pointing and smirking, but the children were kept close to their mothers and watched him with dignified disgrace.

They reminded him of the Pharo's family, of the priests and captains, rich, powerful like the Pharo himself.

O0oo0O

Seto stood next his father as they watched the loading of the new slaves. Mokuba clung happily to his father's arm, swinging back and forth.

"Mokuba, stop that." Seto hissed, glaring at his little brother.

His father laughed. "You grow up too soon Seto, let your little brother have fun." He smiled over at his 17-year-old son. "Tell me, what did you want that slave boy for? The Egyptian?"

Seto shrugged. "He sparked my interest, Foreign, strange."

"Why do you think he made such a fuss over his jewelry?" The Emperor asked, frowning.

"Perhaps they were scarred? A semblance of the heathen gods? A gift from some one dear? Someone powerful?" Seto shrugged. "There might be many reasons."

The Emperor laughed. "My son, a good fighter and a scalar."

Mokuba giggled. "He's a singer Seto!"

Seto looked down at his beloved brother. "Hn?"

"The slave, he's a singer! Can I listen to him sing? Will he sing to us in Egyptian?" Mokuba pleaded.

"How do you know that?" Seto asked, tilting his head to the side and lifting up his little brother.

"He was showing the seller, the seller asked him what he could do. He didn't understand, the seller showed him the question. He kept going like this..." Mokuba lifted his hands to his mouth, copping the slave boy's action. "See, it looked like singing!"

"Ah, I see. Of course I'll have him sing for you." He smiled at his brother, starting to follow his father to their carriage. He climbed in after the emperor, sitting Mokuba on his lap. They were jutted slightly as the carriage took off.

"Father." Seto turned. "Don't you think Mokuba a is getting too old for his nannies? Perhaps it is time he got his own slave? Took care of him self a little?"

The Emperor sighed, taking his youngest son. "No nannies for you? Eh my son?"

"I could be a grown up? Like you and Seto?" Mokuba asked, excitedly. "Could I attend senate?"

His father laughed. "You wouldn't like senate, too much sitting. When you are older."

"But I don't need a nanny any more." Mokuba pleaded. "I can fight and everything. I took my lessons!"

Seto snorted. "You'll never be too old for your lessons Mokuba, father and I still take them."

The emperor grumbled. "That is because I was not taught when I was young. It is good to stay in your lessons. I think perhaps in a little while, Mokuba will be ready for his own slaves and servants. But he is still young.

Seto shrugged, Mokuba pouted, sliding off his father's lap as if to show he was grown up. The carriage tumbled to a stop and the doors opened letting the three occupants out. Seto sighed, rubbing his bare hands together.

"I think I'll go bathe." He muttered. "I don't feel like dinner, maybe I'll have it brought to my room."

"Fine then. Lessons tomorrow, remember my son." The Emperor said, leading Mokuba back to his mother.

Seto rolled his eyes; he was smarter than those teachers were anyway. The jogging up the marble palace steps and down the dark halls to his room. He yawned, stripping off his heavy firs and unlocking the door to his private rooms. He set them down on a chair walking into another room. He looked up from a hand mirror he had been inspecting, hearing movements from his draped bed. He walked over, pulling back the drapes to expose the slave boy, cleaned and free of dirt, yet still in his Egyptian clothes; both hands tied to one bedpost.

Seto snorted, untying the boy's hands from the bedpost, but making sure they were bound securely behind the boy's back. He pulled him to his feet, sneering at the other's glaring and angry eyes. "So." Seto said, smirking. "Egyptian?"

The boy's eyes blazed at the word of his homeland. He nodded, saying something in Egyptian. "Home"(1)

Seto sighed, he didn't speak Roman, or Latin. He looked at the boy and pointed to himself. "Master." He said slowly and dilatable. "Master."

The boy blinked, pointing to himself. "Jou."(2)

Seto snorted again. "Jou." He repeated, nodding slowly. "You are..." He searched through his small Egyptian vocabulary, think for the word 'slave'. He pointed at Jou. "Hm."(3)

Joey's eyes flashed. "Nn" He snarled.

Seto laughed, knowing the word to mean 'not'. He pointed to himself. "Nb"(4)

Jou snarled, shaking his head and spitting at Seto. Seto smirked again, cuffing Jou across the face. The blow knocked caused Jou to stumble, being unable to catch himself with his bound arms, he fell backwards, landing with a thump.

Jou rattled something off in Egyptian, curse words that Seto didn't understand. He smiled again, kicking the boy lightly with his toe. There was a knock on the door and he turned. "Come in." He ordered.

The door opened and a slave bowed low, stepping aside to let in a tan, old and withered man., Seto smiled at the man, an instructor of who's opinion he actually valued.

"Solomon." He smiled. "Thank you so much for coming."

Solomon nodded, looking at Jou. "is this the boy?"

"Yes, I was wondering if you could translate what he was saying, perhaps teach him Latin?" Seto said, watching the Solomon look over Jou.

O0oo0O

"What is your name?" The man smiled down at Joey, who watched him seriously.

The boy looked up, seeming relived. "Joey, Personal Guard to Pharo Yu-Gi- Oh." He said, proudly.

"Pharo's body guard eh?" Solomon laughed. "I have not been to the blessed lands in a long time, tell me what news?"

Joey smiled. "The land is good, the River Nile flooded, ruining many homes, but the Pharo managed to put things right. The shadow games, however, draw more and more frequent." Joey said darkly.

Solomon nodded. "Ah, the Pharo Yu-Gi-Oh, still fighting with his Monsters yes? Well, that is a battle that will end one day. "Tell me, do you know why you are in the presents of this boy, and who he is."

Joey shook his head, looking at the dark haired boy, 'Master', he had said his name was. "All I understood is his name is Master. That I'm suppose to be his slave." His lip twitched with disgust.

Solomon laughed. "Master? Master mean's Nb. That man my boy, is the heir to the thrown of Roam, Prince Seto."

Joey glared at him. "He is a pig."

"Yes, well." Solomon laughed. "You know what they say, absolute power corrupts absolutely."

"Please explain to him that I need to get back to my Pharo, his life may be in danger." Joey pleaded, shrugging his shoulders to fight against his bonds.

Solomon sighed. "I'm afraid you are stuck as his slave, until you are granted freedom or you die." He patted Joey's shoulder. "I will teach you to speak, you will do as you are told, that is the way, I can not help you more than that."

"You are Egyptian!" Joey snarled. "You must help me! Your Pharo may die! And you stand by doing nothing?"

"Joey." Solomon said softly. "The Pharo has many body guards, the loss of one will not effect him, you will simply be replaced. I am not Egyptian anymore, I am Roman."

Joey stared. "But-"

"No buts, you must learn to serve your master, his every whim is your life." He paused, looking sadly at the young boy. "Every, whim."

Joey looked at the ground, shuttering.

Repmet-Okaay, so that was my repost on my normal account, what'ch all think?

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Repmet- rolls eyes No sugar, it does that to me. Any way. In a while, after a squeeze all the reviews out of you people I can, I'll post again! Sorry for all those who've read the first two chapters!

(1) "..."-Is speaking in Egyptian, Seto doesn't understand.

(2) Jou- I'm just going to pretend that's how you say 'Joey' in Egyptian, but it means to Joey, it means Joey- get it?

(3) Egyptian for slave? I think that's right.

(4) Egyptian for master? Maybe? I think?

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Joey Bot

Certivagate of Birth

#003

he's just like the real Joey! Only he's not. Anyone else want a Joeybot? I'd be happy to give one!

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