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Chapter Two

Pre first day events

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Rouge sped out of the cities main gates and out to the vast, sandy wastelands. Kwennoir was surprised when the Pharaoh allowed her to go riding so willingly. He just smiled and gave me a ring of royalty, to prove that she was under the king's protection.

The sands flung high behind Rouge's large gallops and the sun scorched their pelts. By the judge of Rouge's movements, he had recovered his strength. She scoffed that the unforgettable touch of that prevented guard. She shivered and requested Rouge to move faster.

The city seemed to disappear after a few seconds, she thought, only for a moment, that she could leave and never come back. However a sudden rush stopped her, she couldn't forget Yami's welcoming smile. Therefore, she would not leave.

Her head spun as she pulled gently with Rouge's direction, weaving in no particular order. She felt almost that she could take off, to fly freely as a bird that soared over head. With no care, just to be free. She raised her arms as the wind picked up and her hooded cape ruffled in the breeze, she felt all worry escape her.

Rouge unexpectedly broke her fantasy. She glared angrily and was prepared to yell at him in a fit of frustration, when she noticed why he had stopped.

Two figures appeared in the distance, they were booth limping and leaning on each for support. They were dressed in pitiful rags and they booth had no shoes. One of them suddenly fell to the floor and the other seemed to be calling his name.

Kwennoir felt the sudden urge to help them and she proceeded forward.

"Are you alright?" She soon came to their sides and stared down upon the injured boy. However, he was no injured only thirsty for water. She whistled to Rouge to come forth and he soon arrived, she pulled out her water canasta and tilted the boy's fragile head, pouring in some water to his parched mouth.

Soon he began to move and awaken, spoke two words, of 'thank you' and then fell into a deep slumber. She looked over her shoulder and noticed something strange about the boy to her left, he looked exactly like Yami, only younger and more innocent. She found him staring at the water, Kwennoir smiled and handed it to him.

He soon guzzled it down as she picked up the boy and rested him upright on Rouge. His body felt limp Kwennoir jumped up as well and supported him. She trotted over to the other boy and reached for his hand. At first, the young wanderer flinched in defence and then gave in a excepted her hand.

Rouge charged toward the palace once more, Kwennoir held tightly to the boy in front of her. He felt so delicate in her protection, his white hair danced across Kwennoir her face. It soothed her worries for the boy.

The boy behind clung tightly to her waist, preying that he would not fall off every now and then he'd call for the other boy to stay strong.

A picturesque sight it was for the people of the city to see such heroism. They could all see how badly the boy needed medically attention and they cheered her on as she approached the palace steps. She noticed that Yami was stood at the top, overlooking his kingdom.

"Yami!!" She yelled his name and halted Rouge, jumping off she pulled down the frailer boy and ran up the steps. The younger boy followed closely behind her.

"We need a doctor for this boy, quickly!!" He nodded and ran into his palace, shrieking for medical aid. Kwennoir rushed passed him and sped off toward her room.

"So child, tell me of what happened to you." The spiky haired boy hushed mumblings that made no sense. He twiddled with his rags and shifted around uncomfortably. Yami noticed this and ordered the guards to leave.

"I must speak with this little one only." The child's breath was beginning to become sharper and winded, like a caged animal - longing for freedom. The room seemed to echo with each tiny sound made, as the guards left them in privacy.

Yami seemed to be amazed by his appearance, not just for their shocking likeness. But also, for how innocent and handsome he looked. His face was childish, yet adorable. He had a fragile frame, soft curves that longed to be smoothed. His eye's were the brightest that he had ever seen, they sparkled with the charms of an angel.

"Ah, Pharaoh Yami sir?" The young boy questioned as Yami still began to stare. He blinked rapidly and questioned again.

"As I was saying, please - tell me what happened to you and your friend." The boy was about to begin, when the Pharaoh questioned for his name.

"Y-Yugi; your grace." He bowed and proceeded.

"Well, my friend and I had gotten into some trouble." Yami raised an eyebrow.

"Like a fight?" I scanned Yugi's petite figure, there seemed to be no bruises or cuts.

"Not exactly, our village was invaded by a gang of bandits and they took us captive." Yugi's eye's began to water as his voice turned shaky. Yami peered down at the whimpering boy who sat before him, he sobbed softly and quietly. However his pain was as clear as his kingdom before his feet.

Yami rose from his throne and walked down the stone steps. He slowly walked toward Yugi, treading quietly, as not to make a sound and startle him.

'Poor Yugi, he seems to be going through a lot.' Yami bent down before him and placed both of his hand's on Yugi's shoulder's.

Yugi suddenly launched forward and flung his arms tightly around Yami's neck. He now cried harder and balled into Yami's silk clothing. At first Yami was astounded by his actions, however he soon placed his arms around him and rubbed his back.

To Yugi, Yami's touch was comforting. He had never felt so calm in his life, despite the fact that he was upset, he felt that he couldn't bare to leave the Pharaoh's embrace.

'I feel so happy; his touch is gentle, yet so powerful. I never want this end but what if he..' Yugi gasped unexpectedly and backed from the Pharaoh, shuffling back, as far as he could. Yami could read a terrible fear in his eye's.

"Yugi, are you.." Yami moved toward him and reached for his hand. Ready to smooth it, however Yugi proceeded to back away from him. His breathing sharpened as Yami tried again to come closer.

"Yugi, I'm only trying to help you." He shook his head and sprang to his feet.

'I won't let it happen again…' Yugi took one last look into Yami's concerned expression and fled the chamber.

"Yugi, wait!" Yami bellowed as the freighted boy sped down the halls and didn't stop for anyone.

Yami wasn't far on his tail, still shouting his name, begging, pleading to help him.

Meanwhile, in Kwennoir's chamber, she had tended to the young boy and watched over her sleeping patient. His appearance was completely tranquil now, his breath was steady and he didn't seem to make much movement.

She stared down at the slumbering figure, 'he looks so peaceful, his face is so innocent. I doubt he's ever been tainted.' She could sense sick thought's in her mind and she shook them away.

"I mustn't think like that, however." She reached for his hand and gently smoothed it with her delicate touch. She picked up his palm and smoothed it along her cheek, peering down again, she wasn't too sure if he were dreaming or he had smiled from her touch. She blushed within her own company and set his hand down once more. She relaxed her head against the bed and allowed sleep to take hold of her.

"Yugi, please. I'm not going to hurt you…" Yami approached the terrified boy, who by now - had been backed into the corner of Yami's secret room. The room which held the Millennium items, however this went unnoticed by Yugi.

He crumpled to his knee's and mumble non sense again. Yami carefully sat before him and rubbed his tired eye's. He ran through how to begin, picking every word, as not to upset him further.

"Yugi, I can see that you have been through a lot. I can also see that you being around others make you uncomfortable but I assure you that I will not hurt you. Yugi I want to help you." Yami placed his palm upon Yugi's trembling hand and soon the quivering ceased. Yugi opened his tightly shut eye's and found two large orbs looking down at him, staring at him with such compassion. He unravelled his body and sat up on his knee's.

"Pharaoh, I'm so sorry - I sincerely believe that you will not hurt me. It's just that - when our village was raided, we were taken away and abused by the bandits that kidnapped us." Yugi looked down at the dirty floor, his eye's melted into a miserable gaze.

"Yugi, what did they do to you?" Yami started to smooth his hand and awaited his answer.

Unexpectedly, Yugi stood and slowly slipped off his shirt and tossed it aside. Yami gasped at the horrified sight before him. All over Yugi's chest, were bruises. Bruises of finger tips that had grinned into his skin. A thick graze circled his waist, where a rope once sat, his skin was blistered and still quite red.

Yami scanned hastily and looked back up to Yugi, his face trembled worse now and he fell to his knee's. Wrapping his arm's around Yami's neck, he brutally cried into Yami's soft skin.