Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Changing Hearts ❯ Choosing ( Chapter 1 )

Vixin: This is my first shonen-ai so bare with me. I think it's ok but that's not you opinion… I hope that yo do enjoy this!!!

Bakura: Mwahahahahaha!!! I am the almighty Pharaoh bow down before me!!!!!!!!!

Yami: I'm not the Pharaoh??!! What's with this?!?!?!?

Vixin: Yami you aren't suppose to be here!!! You don't come in for a while!!!!!!

Seto: Would you idiots just get on with the story already… I'm getting bored here.

Prologue ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Long silver hair spilled down his back like waves of the Nile. His eyes a garnet color of rubies or as to some the color of newly shed blood. A dark blue cloak flowed behind him from an imaginary wind as he walked through his palace in a regal manner. The Egyptian sun glinted off his many bracelets and crown. A pendant hung around his neck, the eye of Horus inside a triangle, five metal tassels dangled off of the golden trinket. The man wearing these seemingly expensive things was the almighty Pharaoh him self. The great Pharaoh Bakura.

He was cold and cruel to his servants. Never showing any remorse when people died in front of him. It was the way he'd been raised. Emotion was a weakness, only the strong survived. Being cruel was common now for the young Pharaoh's nature. Anyone who disobeyed him were sent to the torture chambers or were killed on spot. He would laugh when they begged him for mercy saying they were sorry. He didn't care if they were young or old, if they were in his way they were useless. In his short ruling he'd earned a the title of `Dark One'. The title suited him because like the dark he was hated by his people, being thought of as a child of Seth, the god of death and chaos. He never loved one person taking women to bed every other night. They never stayed long, he'd dispose of them the next morning.

The only person he considered a friend was the High Priest Seto. They were very alike in more ways then one. The only difference was the Priest had some affection in him, no matter how small. Neither thought they'd love someone. But soon that might change… for better or for worse.

CHAPTER 1- Choosing

Bakura walked down the hall to his throne room, his sandal covered feet making a small `pit, pat' noise. By the doors stood his guards, they immediately were by his side. His face was set in stone, no emotion portrayed on his tanned face. His eyes boar into anyone that dared to return the gaze.

Sitting on his throne, crossing his legs he waited impatiently. Today was his seventeenth birthday. Once a Pharaoh had reached the age of seventeen he was allowed to pick a `personal servant'. Today he would choose the slave he favored out of all the other slaves.

The large door opened as the High Priest Seto entered in his `Priestly Glory' as some servants would say. Icy blue eyes looked at the Pharaoh. The light brown hair was covered by a serpent-like hat, only his bangs could be seen.

"Pharaoh." He bowed. Then stood back up. "The slaves are here for you to choose. They will arrive shortly." He explained. The silver haired Pharaoh nodded, straightening out to sit. He closed his garnet eyes thinking of the perfect slave. Gender didn't matter to him really it was the personality that he wanted to see. He wanted them to be beautiful as if Ra himself had blessed them with the beauty. He also wanted the person to be rebellious, a challenge but still easy on the eyes.

"Pharaoh." Bakura turned his head towards the voice. Seto was speaking. "What?" He returned. Seto locked his azure eyes to the Pharaohs garnet ones. "Remember I also am allowed to choose a slave." He reminded the Pharaoh. Bakura smirked. "So the Priest finally has gotten frustrated with his little whores now has he." He laughed as Seto's eyes narrowed. Before the Priest could make a comeback the large doors opened again. A man carrying a whip led a line of slaves into the room. The slave-master cracked the whip and every slave kneeled before the court.

Every slave but one.

Bakura blinked as he took in the slaves appearance. Bleach-blond corn silk hair covered a tanned face. Cole showed around his lit purple eyes.

The whip was cracked but the slave didn't move. Suddenly a pale hand shot out and began to pull on the tan slaves tunic. A soft voice could be heard. "Malik please kneel. I don't want you to be whipped please." Bakura looked at the other slave. The other had hair the color of the moon and chestnut brown eyes, that looked pleading at the one whom they'd called Malik. Bakura turned his head to the priest when he'd heard breathing hitch.

The priests eyes were dead set on the pale haired slave. The whip cracked again causing the smaller slave to wince but didn't stop there actions of tugging at the others tunic.

Bakura suddenly stood silencing everyone in the room. All movement stopped and the pale haired slave dropped there hand. The one called Malik looked up. Garnet eyes locked with stormy violet. Bakura smirked walking toward the slave. The white haired slave began to shiver slightly. Bakura inspected him. The tanned slave was to his liking. The corn silk hair went to the tips of his shoulder blades. He could see muscles and found them to be defined. And the slaves eyes… Ra those eyes!

They were like looking onto a purple storm. "I will take him." Bakura announced to the court. The violet eyes widened with a look of horror and shock.

There was a soft squeak and Bakura found Seto holding up the pale slaves chin. To his surprise the slave was male. Seto searched the soft brown eyes, they held innocence and fear. He rubbed his thumb over the check finding it like touching silk. The long white hair fell past the slaves shoulders in long silky tresses. The boy was much more feminine-like than the others. There were soft muscles, not defined, but just enough to give the boy a figure. Seto stood up looking pleased with himself. He cleared his throat. "I shall take this one with me."

The pale slaves brown eyes widened, his eyes filling with dread and tears. There was a soft growl the gained the attention of the Pharaoh and the Priest. Malik spoke. "You don't touch him! He doesn't need to be some jerks personal slave! Lay a finger on him and I'll personally slit your throat." He warned. Bakura grabbed his chin snarling at the slave. "Listen boy and listen well. You'd better watch your mouth or you'll get a punishment worse than beating and whipping." He snarled. The violet eyes only showed defiance. Bakura turned away, dragging his new slave with him. He smirked. He'd gotten what he'd wanted. Now all he had to do was tame the boy.

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Vixin: Do you like it???? Please tell me if there is anything that I should change. For you Yami fans just wait he comes in later but I'm not telling you anything else.

Malik: How come the hikari's are always the slaves and not the yami's???

Ryou: Yes I'd like to know that myself…

Seto: Like I care, just review people or Vixin might have another hissy fit and that never is a good thing for her to have…