Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Changing Hearts ❯ Changing? ( Chapter 2 )

Vixin: Hiya!!! I have two happy reviewers now! I just feel so loved for some odd reason…

Bakura: Why would anyone love a baka like you?

Ryou: Bakura be nice! That was mean to say to her!

Bakura: Did you say something to me hikari?

Ryou: Seto, Malik save me!!!!!

Malik: Ryou are you alright!? What did he do to you!?

Ryou: -shivering like a frightened rabbit-

Seto: -looms over Bakura- Leave him be!!!! Vixin get on with the fricken story already before I kill the main character!!!!

Vixin: Sheesh! Fine, I own no- wait a minute! How come I have to say the disclaimer!?

Malik: -still holding a scared Ryou- Whatever, she owns nothing now on with the story!!!! >.<

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Bakura pulled his now struggling slave down the hallway, glaring at servants who asked if they could help. Ever since this Malik boy and the pale slave were separated he'd become much more rebellious. "LET ME GO!" Malik snarled as he attempted to pull away from the vise-like grip the Pharaoh had on his slim wrist. Bakura only growled in response pulling the tanned boy with more effort.

Again Malik only made it harder for the Pharaoh to have control over him. He pulled harder making Bakura falter on his feet. His patience was wearing thin now.

Malik pulled again, scratching at the hand that held him. He had to save Ryou. He'd heard stories from the streets about the High Priest. Not only was he cruel and heartless, but he never had a slave that lived for more than four days five if they were lucky. But his mind was divided. He also wanted the Pharaoh dead. One for making him a slave and two for destroying his life… well most of it.

He wanted nothing more than to stab something sharp through his heart. He nearly smirked at the thought of it. His father, mother, and brother had been killed in a massacre when a group of drunken soldiers had come to his town.

His sister was lucky enough to live in the palace as a seer for Egypt.

He snarled again glaring at the Pharaoh. "I thought I said Let-" There was a loud crack as Malik found himself on the ground, holding his now red cheek, the Pharaoh leering over him. "Be silent slave!" Bakura snapped. "You may not speak unless spoken to." He ordered. Malik glared daggers at him, somewhat wondering what Ryou was doing at that moment.

The white haired slave, Ryou followed the High Priest silently. His mind was full of dread and fear. He didn't even resist as he was taken. Running away would only get him caught and then most likely be-headed. He too had heard what the Priest did to his slaves, most wasn't spoken about because it was said to be too gruesome. But whatever it was he was sure it was something that could happen to him if he disobeyed.

He wished Malik was with him. They'd been best friends when they were little. To Ryou having a friend or even someone saying `hi' was considered wonderful. Because of his skin condition he wasn't allowed to leave his little hut he had made for himself. He was suppose to be cursed. His mother died giving birth to him and do the that he was almost dead at birth.

The people of the village also had a right to call him a bastard. His mother and father hadn't been married and he didn't want children so he was left to a family. Malik's family. Malik was almost his brother, but could only go out at night because of his pale skin, making him weak and vulnerable.

Seto occasionally glanced at his slave. The brown orbs seemed distant. "Slave." He said startling the boy. "What's your name?" They made eye contact for a few moments, then the slave looked down. "Ryou, master." He said obediently. "Ryou…" He said trying the name out.

Ryou looked up. "Yes master?" He asked innocently. Seto blinked for a moment then shook his head. "Nothing." He stopped as the reached the door to his room. Ryou having not paid attention tripped, toppling over the shocked Priest falling onto him.

The pale boys eyes widened in fear as he backed away. "I-I'm s-sorry M-m-aster." He stuttered closing his eyes waiting for a punishment. Seto only stared at the boys reaction to him. `Is he expecting me to beat him?' He thought. Standing up he brushed imaginary dirt off his robes looking the boy over.

Pale slim fingers were clutched together almost white knuckling them, making them look white hot. Shoulder shook with was seemed to be unshed tears, the moonlight color hair hung over the closed eyes. Slowly as to not scare the boy even more he tilted his chin up to look him in they eyes.

"Why are you so afraid of me as if I'd lash out at you for sneezing?" He asked quietly. Ryou flinched slightly. He'd have to tell his new master about the rumors about him? He'd for sure be killed or harmed for speaking such things in detail. Fearful brown eyes locked with icy blue. He's just put it in layman suns terms. "Rumors master. Word has it you are a cruel and evil man who does inhuman things to your slaves." He whimpered.

He squeaked as the cold blue eyes narrowed. Closing his eyes for a second time he waited for the blow. Realizing nothing was happening he dared open one eye.

Seto had let go of his chin and was looking down at him from his higher height. "Who told you this?" He asked, his voice dripping with poison. Ryou shuddered. "People in my village…" He whispered softly. The Priest looked at the large doors of his room before opening them. Once inside he asked Ryou another question. "What was the name of your village?" He asked looking Ryou's trembling form up and down. Ryou gulped, normally he tried to avoid this subject… "Rei Tetra." He said quietly.

Blue eyes widened as the name was registered in his mind. "But that town was-" Ryou interrupted him. "Destroyed."

Seto heaved a sigh as he looked around his furnished chambers. Purple drapes hung around the by the balcony. Rich blue sheets adorned a mahogany wood bed. Purple, blue, and red gems were embedded into the wood making it shine. "Come let us ready for bed." He ordered. "Maybe tomorrow you may see your friend." He said as an after thought.

Ryou's eyes lit up and for the first time in the palace he smiled. "Really?" He said hopefully. Seto smirked at the childlike demeanor his slave had taken on. "Maybe…"

Servants pushed open the door for Bakura and his slave. Pulling Malik into the large room he threw him to the floor, snorting. Red drapes hung everywhere in the room. Rubies and pearls were planted into the walls and the golden bed had black sheets on it. Malik took this all in with awe.

Bakura watched amusement playing in his fierce garnet eyes. He enjoyed watching his defiant slave act innocent. He walked up behind Malik silently. "So it would seem that you like my room slave." He smirked. Malik spun around and glared at the Pharaoh. How had he gotten so close without him knowing? Bakura began to laugh to himself. The blonds hands itched for a dagger of some sort.

Bakura looked at the boys eyes for a moment then traveled down his body. There was and uncomfortable silence that was between them. Bakura hated silence unless he himself had ordered it (boy talk about a control freak). "Let me tell you the rules, slave." He said emphasizing the word slave. Slowly he began to circle Malik.

Malik's eye twitched. "What were a vulture in your past life?! Quite circling me!" He growled. Bakura's dark eyes narrowed. "Watch was you say slave." He hissed him Malik's ear. "You are to remain silent unless spoken to by me. Two when you finish speaking to me and me alone you will say `master'." Malik shook his head defiantly once again then looked t the Pharaoh with angry eyes. "I'll never call you something you don't deserve." He snarled, clenching his fists.

That was it for Bakura, he'd finally lost his temper. Raising his hand, ready to strike he looked into the stormy hues. They held nothing but anger, hate, and the last one… remorse? His hand began to shake in the hair, the blood leaving it from being raised for so long. Almost as if in slow motion his hand lowered and returned to his side. He glared at Malik. What had stopped him from hitting the boy? Normally anyone who spoke to him like that ended up dead. Why hadn't he struck him? It was in his nature to demand respect and if he had to his someone he normally would. So why?

Malik's eyes widened as the Pharaoh's hand had lowered to his side. This was certainly a shock. He'd half expected to be down in the dungeons by now. From what he heard the Pharaoh loved the pain of others. Seeing them scream and writher in pain was like ecstasy for the pharaoh. So why hadn't he struck him? He was expecting a beating for some time. When the Pharaoh had retorted he guessed he taken a challenge. But now it seemed like he was a completely different person with normal demons to fight like everyone had. Or it was some twisted miracle and the Pharaoh was changing for the better of the people.

"You aren't worth my time slave." Bakura snarled at him as he pushed past Malik and lay down in his bed……..

`Then again I could be wrong…' Malik thought as he sighed heavily. END CHAPTER 2

Vixin: Well that's it for chappy two people. Tell me what you think!! Good reviews keep me writing!!

Ryou: Good day to you all! Now click the write review button!! If it's a flame then Malik brought Marshmallows!!! I brought the chocolate and Seto-chan brought the graham crackers!!!! Ja Ne!!!!!!