Egypt's Demise
Hallo just a few things-
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"Italics" Story
Author Note-
JUST SO YOU KNOW, DENKA MEANS "YOUR HIGHNESS" AND JOUTEN MEANS "THE SUPREME BEING", JUST SO YOU KNOW!!!
Yami-Echo here! I know, I'm lazy! ((Cringes)) Twas the holidays people, the holidays! Anyway, was totally my fault, this being so late, so don't blame Vanya, okies?
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This chapter starts off in Ryou/Kura's part, YAY!!! ((Glomps Kura)) It's only about a page or so of their part, then it goes back to my favorite couple!
I don't own YuGiOh; anything that happens is in my head SHOULD'VE STAYED THERE!!!
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BLURB; Yugi writes stories to vent his emotions and his favorite is that of an Ancient Pharaoh but when the characters and worlds he's created start to come to life he begins to fear his own imagination...
Obviously YYY BR and MM, maybe some SJ
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Chapter 3- A living Nightmare
Bakura was a bad person, there was no doubt of that in anyone's mind, even Bakura's. But he was not evil. He felt, lusted, loved and feared like the human that he was. He didn't kill without a reason, and he didn't act harshly towards others unless it held some sort of advantage to his person.
Unless that person was Yami, Bakura could even be civilized.
Ryou didn't know why, but he'd always loved that line. It meant that Bakura had a chance to set things the way they should be, and just live life without revenge…
It made him feel connected to his other.
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Not… good… what had gone wrong? He had followed the ritual perfectly, the bratty pharaoh's boy should've ended up in their world, so why, instead, was Bakura somewhere that was strange and highly unfamiliar to his mighty self?
He was surrounded by greenish-blue walls of an unknown substance, the floor coated with a strange fabric that was an odd purplish color, with windows covered in a strange clear substance, in front of a writing desk with a weird grey and black square box on it, and one coming right through the roof. Bakura studied these things with a slight sense of disinterest, his mind already drawing up a way to get out of this weird place. On one of the walls was a rectangular cut with a gold knob on one side; Bakura surmised that this must be a door of some sort.
Noting the gold thing in the back of his mind (it was sure to be the key to opening the door and getting out) he turned back to the window and stared out at the street below with interest and disdain.
People in odd clothes, some a normal tan, some a rare white, were rushing around towards unknown goals that Bakura really didn't care about. He watched as they got in the oddly shaped boxes, and as the boxes moved down the street. He shrugged; they probably had dogs running around in those weird black wheels.
He shivered, suddenly realizing he was cold, and went to look for something more fitting for the temperature. Pulling open the doors of the rather average sized wardrobe, he stared at the obviously too small articles of clothing with a mixture of curiosity and disgust; curiosity over the odd design, and disgust over the fact that someone could actually be that short.
A black bag at the bottom of the cupboard caught his eye, and he pulled it out and threw it on the bed before going over to investigate. To his surprise (and pleasure) inside was a slim pair of black pants, made of a leather-like material. Cautiously, he put them on under his sarong and noticed with a sense of surprise and great satisfaction that they fit perfectly. He checked the pockets, and finding a note, he used the power of the ring to translate the odd script.
Yugi, It started in neat, flowing cursive. My dad would flip if he found these; keep them here for me? I promise, I'll eventually end up wearing them; eventually!
Ryou.
Hmm… this Ryou must be the Pharaoh boy's friend… Bakura wondered who would actually want to be friends with a midget as he untied his wrap and threw it on the bed, perfectly content to be in his newfound pants with the ring warming his chest.
The sound of the door opening alerted him to another's presence, and Bakura's mouth opened in a small 'o' of astonishment as he watched himself walk through the door, eyes closed and arms folded behind his head as he called out cheerfully what his current predicament was.
"Hey Yugi; my dad went to work so I thought I'd come over here and work on Bakura's character cause I know you were having trouble with his personali-ty…" The boy (a rather feminine look alike, Bakura thought, bemused) trailed off as he opened his eyes and saw who was really standing in the middle of the room. His large innocent brown eyes widened and he took in Bakura's appearance with no small amount of panic.
"N-not p-possible!" He chocked out, staring as Bakura slowly made his way towards him. "Y-you're not real. Yugi made you up! You're a fictional character, made by my best friend, and you're… a hallucination. That's gotta be it. I knew something was wrong with those mushrooms-"
Bakura found the boy to be more than a little amusing with his babble, and he couldn't help but like the look of him either. So petite and frail, so easily broken, but obviously strong in spirit…
Bakura liked this boy. Very much.
"You talk too much." He said, holding a hand over the boy's mouth. Said boy (Ryou, Bakura presumed) let out a muffled squeak, and Bakura was surprised as he felt something glide against his skin.
Did he just… lick him?
He tilted his head to the side and regarded Ryou with false innocent curiosity. In all truth, he wanted to feel that tongue against his skin again.
"You are a puzzle," Bakura said emotionlessly. "First you tell me that I'm not real, then you lick me…"
Ryou's eyes widened and he let out another squeak of protestation.
"Mm fiddent thick thou!"
Bakura dropped his hand to his side.
"Come again?"
"I d-didn't lick you!"
"Oh?" The wilder, darker looking teen leaned towards his look alike, lips centimeters away from his ears. "Must be wishful thinking on my part then."
Ryou's eyes grew to a size that rivaled Yugi's as Bakura bit his lobe softly.
Not good.
Little did he know, Yugi was in exactly the same pickle as the white haired albino was, at the exact same time.
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Yugi stared up at Yami with wide eyes, taking note on his current position of vulnerability as he lay beneath a kneeling, desirable pharaoh.
"J-just because you don't feel like talking doesn't m-mean I'll… I'll-"
"Sleep with me?" Yami finished idly, "Make passionate love, allow me to make you scream beneath me in pleasure? Is that what you won't do?"
Yugi blushed heavily.
"Yes, that." He chocked out.
"Oh, so you want to now?" Yami asked, bemused by the steadily brightening color in Yugi's cheeks.
"No, I don't!" Yugi cried, kicking out and struggling out from underneath Yami.
Surprised, Yami took a kick to the side and sprawled out on the bed, stunned for a second before bolting after Yugi and tackling him to the floor before he could reach the door.
"Yugi!" He growled as the boy continued to kick and shout. "Yugi! Yugi! Stop struggling DAMMIT!!!"
Impatiently flipping the boy on the floor to face him, he opened his mouth to say something that quickly turned into a loud hiss as Yugi bucked his hips into his own. Realizing his mistake, Yugi whimpered and let himself fall limp to the floor as a tense silence filled the room.
Opening his eyes slowly (when had he closed them in the first place, and why?) Yami looked down at Yugi, and smiled tenderly as he took in the fearful expression, the tightly closed eyes, and the rosy tint to his porcelain cheeks. He was so cute….
Yami growled and scowled, mentally slapping himself several times before clearing his throat meaningfully. When Yugi still didn't look up at him, his scowl deepened.
"Yugi, look at me."
Yugi merely shook his head wildly, and Yami smirked predatorily before slowly sliding a hand up the smaller boy's shirt. Yugi gasped as his eyes shot open, and he stared up at Yami with a mixture of shock and disbelief.
Yami grinned and leaned down, crimson eyes burning into nervous lilac mere inches from his own.
"Yugi…" He purred, loving the way the small boy shivered at the sound of his name upon his lips. "You do realize that as pharaoh… I have ultimate power over everything in my domain, don't you?"
Slowly, unwillingly, Yugi nodded.
"And the fact that if I forced you right now, I wouldn't get in trouble for it, not even a glare sent in my direction by anyone other than you, correct?"
"You, you wouldn't do that!" Yugi gasped, shaking slightly. Dammit, was Yami really like this? He couldn't be… he was fluking, scaring him into submission, trying to make him follow before gaining his trust, as he had done with so many others before, in Yugi's book-turned-world.
"And how would you know that?" Yami breathed, lips now mere centimeters from Yugi's tempting own.
"Because I- I know you better than anyone else! Even you!" Yugi yelled, and Yami's lustful leer quickly turned into a stony glare.
"Nobody has the right to act like they know me better than myself, nobody!" He snarled, and Yugi bit back a scream as he leaned back and pulled back his fist.
"Please, don't!" He cried, terrified more than he had ever been in his life.
Yami hesitated, and slowly lowered his fist, a pang of guilt ripping his heart into pieces as he stared at the unshed tears in the depths of despairing purple.
"Understand this," He growled, standing and gathering Yugi into his arms. "I own you, not the other way around. You are here by my will, not your own. And it's my will which controls things, not yours! I won't stop myself if you disobey me the next time, Inkweaver."
And as if to illustrate this point, Yami slammed his lips against Yugi's once more before turning and striding out of the room in a huff, ordering a guard in a loud voice not to let him out of the room.
Yugi stared after him, and after a few minutes, he sat up, lightly touching his lips with the tips of his fingers.
"He kissed me… and… he called me Inkweaver (1)…?" Yugi stared a while longer before letting loose a loud groan and flopping back down on the bed sheets.
Sighing, he let his head drop to the side, and for a few moments, he stared at the parchment and quill, complete with ink bottle, in disbelief, then he lunged for it.
"Okay…" He said shakily, setting himself up on the bed and dipping the quill in the ink pot. "Okay…"
Biting his lip, he scrawled an untidy sentence onto the blank page.
Just then, a slave came into the room, holding a platter of food and saying in a toneless voice that the pharaoh had sent it.
Yugi sat there for a few moments, staring expectantly at the door, but nothing happened. He groaned and hid his face in his hands.
"Should've known nothing would happen…" He mumbled.
"Humblest apologies, Denka, but Jouten (2) sent this to you. He also humbly requests that you stay in this room, as it could be dangerous for you to wander off on your own." The slave bowed and placed a platter of fruit in front of a gaping Yugi, then left the room quietly.
"Ra…" Yugi breathed, eyes as round as saucers. Then he scowled. "Stay in this room for my own safety? What kind of trick is he trying to pull?! He's got guards posted out in front of the door anyway…"
Yugi sulked, then a light bulb went on in his head, and he grinned mischievously.
"Or there were."
Quickly, he scrawled another message onto the thankfully large piece of papyrus.
The guards heard a sudden commotion from down the corridor and left to investigate, not noticing anything except for the ruckus they were heading towards. Anything.
Yugi sat still and listened hard, and sure enough, there was a loud crash, and he watched anxiously as a guard walked past the open doorway before slipping off the bed and out of the room.
Heading down the opposite direction in which the guards had taken, Yugi laughed to himself as he wrote down yet another sentence.
As Yugi ran down the hall, he slowly became invisible, until none could see him.
The last thing that could be seen of Yugi before he disappeared from sight was an impish smirk.
'Just you wait Yami. I'll show you who really runs this place.'
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Duh duh duh DUN!!! What WILL Yugi do to poor, poor Yami? Who knows! Well… me and Vanya do, but that's beside the point! Please review!
(1) "Inkweaver"- We chose to change Yami's choice of words from the original 'Hikari' to 'Inkweaver' in refernce to Yugi's creation of the world he's presently in.
So basically Yami is talking about Yugi's ability to write stories in particular Yami's story. We will call Yugi 'Hikair' later on but not yet.
(2) "Denka", "Jouten"- Echo stated the meanings of Denka and Jouten at the top in the Author's note. Check if you didn't read it.
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