Sorry for the long wait guys. I had a serious Writers Block. It annoyed me to no end. I finally got this one up.

In this chapter we'll get to see Joey! Instead of calling his Jono I'll stick with Joey, because unconsciously when I'm writing I'll type Joey. This chapter is a bit longer just for you guys and I'll try and update as soon as I can. BTW I could use help by my other stories to, if you know something, just write a comment. R&R and have fun!

Mysterious past, Unknown future chapter 6

9 years later

Moonlight reached the room as a gentle wind flowed the curtains slightly. Many little stars adored the sky, twinkling lightly. The two figures in the room moved slightly against the light of the moon against their faces. Each lay in a separate bed, but across from each other. Both had wild hair, but one in the color of the moonlight, as light white as the light itself. The other had ebony hair like the night, with a fire red line and blond bangs like lightning. His hair though was star shaped, only now totally messed up from turning in his bed all the time to get into a comfortable position. Both had a tan skin, muscles that outlined their firm chests, the older one more than his little brother. Their soft, slow breathings were the only sounds in the room. The oldest one grabbed his blanket tighter and pulled it back over his shoulder, sleeping comfortably again. Without their notice an arrow with a rope at the end was shot over the balcony. Six figures made their way up the balcony, not making even the slightest sound. They grinned at the price in the room, as they taught the boys would by now be in separated rooms. They slowly got their equipment, like ropes, sacks and gags. They did some herbs on their hands and got a two goblets of water. They separated in a group of two and four, the two man going to the youngest one, the others to the oldest. The leader counted down with his fingers. One… two… three! At the three the two people with the herbs put their hands over the mouth of the two brother. Both brown and crimson-amethyst widened in shock. But both being held down by the partner. The guards outside hadn't even noticed something. They felt their mouths being pried open by the hands on their jaw, a goblet of water being placed on their lips as water entered their mouth. The water mixed with the herbs. As soon as the goblets were empty, their mouths were clamped tightly by the hand on the jaw. Their captors pinched their nose, making sure that they couldn't get any air before drinking the herbs. They held out pretty long, trying not to struggle and concentrate on their air they had, but failed after 40 seconds. They both swallowed the herbs, starting to feel a little dizzy. The youngest one was the first to be bound around his wrists and ankles, a gag being placed over his mouth with some extra herbs in it incase he woke up earlier then expected. A sack was thrown over his head, concealing his hair and face. His eyes started to droop again, this time from the herbs. He slowly fell into an unconscious comatose. While back in the bedroom, they had a little bit of problems with the oldest one. He was apparently stronger then the younger one, struggling while being partly drugged. He made so much noise that the guards entered the room, but were killed when the men caught sight of them. They laid the older one on his stomach against his will, holding his arms behind his back as they tied them together, same for his ankles. He looked hopelessly towards the door, but no help came. Suddenly he started to feel the effect of the herb and soon also fell into a comatose. A gag was tied around his mouth and a sack was thrown over his head. Suddenly the door opened to reveal a cloaked man standing there. The other men bow down for him. The man looked towards the two boys unconscious forms.

"Take them far away from here, where they cannot be found." He said in a dark voice. The men nodded and two of them lifted the boys up.

"Do with them whatever you want…" The man then left the room. As soon as the men were outside the palace, they walked towards a carriage and practically threw the boys in there. They then commanded the horses to leave as Ra started to rise.

Amen slowly walked down the corridor, about to wake her two boys up for breakfast. Today was a big day, her youngest one and her real son, Atemu, would talk with his father about marriage and an heir. Something went wrong when Atemu wasn't born yet, the healers told them that their son could carry a child. They were shocked first, but soon they didn't care about it. They already knew their son liked boys more then woman, he told them himself. She came by the door and frowned as she saw no guards by the door. She knocked on the door and waited a few moment… but no reply came. She opened the door and screamed loudly as she saw blood everywhere, the two guards lying death on the ground with their necks snapped and a huge gash there. She realized her boys weren't there also and only screamed louder.

"Amen what's wrong!" She turned around with the tears streaming down as her husband came down the corridor with at least 10 guards. She only sobbed into his chest as he took in the situation. He commanded guards to search the kingdom for their boys, telling them not to return without them unless they were outside the kingdom. He could only embrace his wife as the tears streamed down their faces.

Brown eyes slowly opened as he finally breather in the free air. He woke up earlier but was immediately out because of the other dose of herbs in his gag. He somehow got it of in his unconsciousness. He blinked when he saw only darkness. He moved his head and found out that there was a sack over his head. He moved his hands a bit, though not enough because they were tied up. He felt rocking so he guessed they were in a carriage. He moved around a bit for his brother, until he found another body. His hands felt for the others, finding them he took them in his own. Suddenly the rocking stopped and a sound off a door opening reached his ears. He was brutally thorn apart from his little brother. He was thrown on the ground harshly, laughing reaching his ears. The sack was thorn from his head as he blinked against the sunlight. Once he adjusted the light, he looked around. Three men stood around him, smirking down at him. As he looked to his right he saw the carriage they were in. As for his brother… his eyes widened when he saw his standing there on unsteady legs, hardly holding control of them. He tried not to go down suddenly. Tears were in his eyes as he looked helplessly at his brother, knowing that they were in trouble. He was suddenly picked up harshly, his wrists really hurting now. He was slammed against his jaw, his head whipping the other way. He split his lip in the progress. When his brother cried out in pain, he quickly looked around to see a fist connected itself with the younger one's stomach. He struggled to get free, but somehow, they against slammed his younger brother against the stomach a time or 3. The other was crying openly, tears from pain streaming down his face.

"You probably already noticed that if you struggle, your brother gets the beating. If you don't want him to get hurt, I wouldn't struggle so much." The leader, probably, said. He allowed the man to strap him down to only his skirt, his little brother already being done by it. He winced when he saw the bruises around the other's stomach. He just hoped he didn't have an internal bleeding. They were only given some water to survive, before being placed in the carriage again. Their wrists and ankles were unbound though. As soon as they were in the carriage and the door closed, the white haired teenager went over towards his brother and hugged him tightly.

"It's okay Atemu." He murmured gently, stroking the latter's hair.

"Bakura I'm scared." The other whispered softly. He winced when his hand reached his stomach.

"Shh I know. Try on to move to much okay?" He asked softly, rocking the practically 16 year old like a baby, but the other didn't mind it. They fell asleep together, hoping it was just a bit dream. Sadly it wasn't.

"Wake up brats!" A voice shouted as a whip connected itself with their arms. They cried out as the woke up. Both their wrists were tied together again, but luckily they weren't separated. They walked into a big market place. Apparently they were selling slaves here… that's when Bakura's alarm bell rang. They were being sold as slaves. But if he made any protest, they punish Atemu for it and he couldn't let that happen. He stayed beside his brother all the time as a rich looking man came over to them. He looked and studied both the boys, before nodding and giving the men two sacks of gold. He took the rope and gently guided them towards two horses. He noticed how much the younger one was wincing, which concerned him a bit. Isn't it weird that a rich man was concerned about a slave. About that, some people are really cruel, but others friendly, like this man. Bakura knew that this man would at least he friendly if they were friendly to him. Bakura was placed before the guard on the other horse while Yami (Atemu's nickname) was placed between the arms of the friendly rich man. They slowly left the market place as he noticed that his brother started to dose off, he looked worriedly towards the man, worried about his reaction. But the man was very gently as Yami leaned back against the elder's chest, his head against the shoulder. He heard the man speak gently against his brother.

"Sleep little one, don't worry, nobody will hurt you anymore." He was thanking the gods that they got a man like this.

Ra already started to fall down when they arrived at a little kingdom at an oasis. The houses looked nice and well kept, the same for the palace. Many people looked up to the man and his brother, probably wondering why they were in that position. They arrived quickly in a courtyard. The man stepped off and took Yami in his arms with him.

"Prepare a room please, together with water and food. Maybe some descend clothes to." The elder commanded. The guards nodded as they ran off. Bakura and Atemu were brought to a nice room with two comfortable beds, food and water. Just then the elder walked in with another boy around Yami's age. He had blond hair with honey brown eyes, light of the sun reflecting in them. He was tall, but not as tall as Bakura, but a little taller then Yami. He had firm muscles and a tan look, but not as tan as the brothers.

"Atemu, Bakura, I want you to meet my son." The elder said as Atemu sat up.

Honey med crimson-amethyst in a split second.

"This is my son, future heir and one of your master, Joey."