Thanks for all of the reviews. 

The reason I named Bakura, Caleb was because I thought Bakura was Ryou's last name and they just called him like that.  I guess I was wrong.  Well that and because I just wanted to change his name, thou I know it isn't Egyptian, I just liked it.

Forever in Eternity

     Yami stood in wonder at what he saw.

     Before him was a creature beyond all beauty, a slender form, fair skin, with cinnamon hair but most amazing were his eyes, eyes the color of the sea.

     He was sitting at the center of a bed, looking rather frightened.

     "Father, who is he?" Yami asked in wonder never taking his eyes off of the young boy.

     "He is of the Dark Magicians of the Sea, we found him when he attacked the Barbarians," Amun answered his son, amused at how his son was reacting to the young magician. 

     The young boy who could be no more than sixteen years old looked at him in fear wondering what was going too happened to him next?

     Today had started off terrible for the young magician.  As soon as he exited the safety of his home, he was attacked by the boys of his village, calling him a weakling and a freak.  They had always picked on him because he was different. It was something he had put up with since he was little boy.  His eyes shined differently and he had his mother's brown hair, well not really hers was a golden brown almost the color of the sand, while his was dark. 

     He was also pale in comparison to the other Dark Magicians.

     His mother and father and slightly tanned skin like the rest of the clan. 

     He did look like his father, but his father would normal unlike him.

     There was also the fact that he was dressed differently too.  Instead of the Dark Magician's traditional clothing which was purple, his was white and blue.  He wears no hat but a silver circlet with a sapphire.  His staff was even different it was silver with a blue pearl.

     His parents told him, it was because they were jealous of him, because the Clan Elders favored him.  They were the ones who made him dress differently; they would always tell him it was because of his powers and his innocence.  The Clan Elders had always treated him kindly; they were his family in a sense.  But this he disliked being treated differently then they others it cause them to be bitter.

     The Clan Elders and his parents were they only people he trusted.

     But apart of him felt that he would always be an outsider.  

     When the children weren't teasing him, some men and woman would look at him strangely.  One was a look of fear; at one point he even thought he parents feared him.  Then the other one made him shudder.  He had learned long ago what that look meant after a visiting drunken Dark Magician forced him into his room.

     He had screamed so loud the entire village heard him and came to his rescue. 

     The Dark Magician had been banned from ever stepping foot into the village every again.

     It was no secret why had had wanted to bed him, or why half the village wanted to, too.         

     He was a true beauty among beauties, for among all of the Shadow people the Dark Magicians were the most sought after and desired for their magic and magnificence.

     It was often rumored that if a Dark Magician didn't please in the Shadow Games, they would certain please in the bedroom. 

     The Pharaohs of Egypt had made an arrangement, which made all Shadow Realm people were free, and can only be taken if they did not belong to a clan or wished to be taken.  The other option was to be sold by the clan.  Many Egyptians and other people had come into the village wanting to one of them, for the tournaments, usually orphans or clan's men or woman who wanted to explore.

     Nearly all of the people who came would want to buy him, but it was always the same, he was not for sell, nor will he ever be.

     But going back to his day, the other teenagers were teasing him, and then they heard horses and arrows coming.  

     His people had never had a change, they were caught off guard and were just about to defend themselves but it was too late. The Dark Magicians fought back and bravely, they did not go quietly, they even took some with them.

     One of the Dark Magicians had taken hold of his neck and told him to fight as well, but his father and mother pushed him off, stating he knew it was forbidden for Setti to use his powers especially in the presence of strangers.

     That's when it happened, Setti felt the air knock out of him as an arm snaked around him and lift him from the ground. 

     The next thing he knew, he was sitting on a horse, with a strong man, holding him tightly.  He struggled to get free, but he couldn't, so he started calling for help. 

     His parents came to help him, but to his shock and horror the man holding him, throw an axe like weapon and struck his father in his chest, screaming out in heart ache his mother bent down to him, but was slashed on the back by an other man coming on horseback.

     Setti watched with tears falling from his eyes as parents lay in the blood covered sand, dead. 

     Setti struggled as the man rode away, with him in his arms shouting in a strange language to his companions.  He could tell by the way he was dressed he was their leader, they shouted and laughed all the while they rode away as he village stood there burned and plundered, and his people all dead.

     Once they were at their camp, the man took him to a large tent, and tied him to the center post after tossing his staff to one corner. 

     Why hadn't he used his magic?  He could have saved them all.  Why was this happening?

     Setti's eyes widen when he saw the man lick his lips and come closer. 

     No please no, Setti cried out he struggled and picked.

     Then he heard something that made him stop, men were screaming and shouting, causing the man to run outside.  Now they were the ones under attack.

     Setti sat there listening to the cries of people charging and others dying.  He struggled against his bonds until he had no more strength.  He could no longer shed any more tears, but all he wanted to do was cry.  How ironic?  The teenagers would always say, he was supposedly the strongest out of all the Dark Magicians and yet he was a weakling.

     And they were right.

     After the battle was over, he didn't even know how long it was, next thing he knew, someone came in and left then brought back the man that was standing in front of him, along with someone else.  A young boy around his age, he assumed. 

     He was meant to be his gift. 

     If he hadn't been so grief stricken, he would have like the idea of being given to the young man.  There was something about his eyes other that the color that allured him. 

     "I will leave you with him," Amun said as he walked away. 

     Though he knew his words fell on deaf eyes for Yami was too enchanted with the boy.

     Yami walked slowly to the young man, but stopped when he noticed him back away in to the bed.

     "No, it's alright.  I won't hurt you, please don't back away," Yami said sincerely.

     The young boy stayed still, as Yami sat down on the edge of the bed.

     Setti simply looked at him.

     Yami tried to get closer but Setti back away.

     Yami signed a bit.

     "I am Prince Yami of Lower Egypt," Yami stated as he looked at the sapphire eyes.

     Setti remained quiet, and continued to look at him.

     "You don't plan to tell me your name do you?" Yami asked.

     Setti simply raised an eyebrow, and did something that made Yami want him even more.

     Setti gracefully fell back on to the bed and curled up like a small kitten.

     As much as he hated to admit it, he found the exotic beauty was very desirable, when he looked so innocent almost like a child.  Even at the moment, Yami fought with all of his strength not to jump of the young boy and take him. 

     Yami quickly stood when he felt excited; hoping his arousal wasn't that evident.

     "I must leave you now.  I hope I can grain your trust," Yami stuttered and walked out.

     Setti raised his head, and looked at the young prince as he partially ran out.

     The Prince had desired him, it was evident in his eyes, but he didn't take him.  Setti lifted himself and crawled to where prince had be sitting his scent still lingered.

     Setti smiled to himself, maybe this one was different.

     He crawled back and laid back down, curling up, hoping that when morning came it was be all a nightmare, but he knew better.

     Yami quickly made his way to his room, thanking all the gods that it was so close.

     He closed to door to his chamber and sighed as he made his way to the bed, as he let himself fall on to the bed. 

     He closed his eyes, but all that came to him were images of the boy.

     Images that made him blush, and very aroused.

     He snapped them open and groaned at the thoughts that flooded his mind.

     It was going to be very difficult to be around him.

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