Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Lover's Duel ❯ Apologies ( Chapter 2 )

Sorry peeps, Yugi isn't in this chapter just yet, but he'll be in the next chapter, I promise. I just got to do these real fast so you don't get confused in future chapters. Trust me, it'll still be good. And thanx for all your reviews!

Apologies

Years later when Yami had just become Pharaoh and he's now 17, he went in search of his two friends, Bakura and Malik. In finding them fighting about some game they seemed to be playing he smirked at them.

He cleared his throat and the two looked at him before sweat dropping.

"Hey, Yami. What's up?" Malik asked after straightening up some.

"Yeah, don't you usually sleep in until noon?" Bakura teased.

Yami scowled at their jokes. `Those two,' he thought rolling his eyes as he watched them with his piercing crimson eyes. "That was before I became Pharaoh, I have a responsibility now. And Besides, I have some important business to do and I was wondering if you two would like to accompany me in the town just outside?"

Malik looked at him curiously. "Why, what's out there that you can't have someone else do?"

"I would rather do this on my own." He turned and began walking away. "If you two wish to join me you may, but it's your decision."

The two looked at each other before smiling widely.

"Alright!" They shouted together. "We're going on a trip!"

Yami rolled his eyes as he walked outside, the other two following closely.

`I swear those two are big clowns sometimes, but I can't help but still like them at the end of the day.' He stole a glace at the other two before looking back ahead of him. `Nonetheless, they are very cute, but not what I'm looking for. Only one knows what that type is.' He smiled at the last thought as they made their way down the road.

As they walk through the streets looking at various items in the many stores Malik leans in closer to Bakura with a smirk playing on his lips.

"Hey, Bakura," he whispered, "Nice view, wouldn't you think?" He pointed at Yami's ass as they continued walking.

Bakura shoved him away, trying not to laugh as he looked away from his two friends and stared at the treasures and kinks on the tables lining the streets. He felt Malik move in to whisper something else to him and he glared at Malik before he could.

"Malik, I like a good joke as much as you, but we both know that Yami has no taste in us like that. So why bother?"

Malik shrugged and leaned in before Bakura could shove him away. "Seriously though, `Kura, why does Yami want to do this? He looks like he's searching for something, but he's looking at the tables… rather the people. Women especially, what's up?"

Bakura went deep in though before his brown eyes opened once more to look at Yami. "Well…" he started. "I heard rumors about Yami when we were both children. Yami was caught smuggling somebody in from the streets when he was about ten to when he was twelve I think. He's probably trying to find her since she was kicked out when she was found out and he hasn't seen her again. That's about seven years since he last saw her." He explained calmly, not taking his eyes off his multicolored haired friend.

Malik nodded and he continued walking alongside the white-haired teenager.

After a few minutes the three hear some crying and they turn a corner. Yami gasps as he sees his horrible experience brought back to life as he watches a woman and two small children cowering away from one of his guards.

The stronger man is about to strike the woman and Yami snaps. "Suru, stop!"

The pauses and looks to see who calmed him. His eyes widen at the sight of the Pharaoh and his two advisors staring at them. He quickly comes back to life though and goes to his knees and bows his head respect.

"You will harm no more people in the village without my full consent first. Is that understood, Suru?"

The armor-clad man nods his head. "Yes, your highness, whatever you wish."

"Good, that goes for every one of my guards. Go tell them, now." He commanded.

The man stood and hurried past the three teens to follow the order, knowing where all or at least most of the officials were at this time.

"It's alright now, miss. No more harm shall come to you or anyone else every again." He begins walking away before he turns his head back to her. "Unless of course they've earned a punishment." The three boys then walked away.

After a few more minutes of walking, Yami stops and stares at a cliff where a single girl with flowing auburn hair of two separate browns stood, looking out into the sea of the desert.

"Wait here. No matter what, wait here." He tells the other two before walking over to her.

His eyes soften a bit after taking a deep breath. "Kyra." He whispers, the wind picking his quieter voice to her ears.

She spins on her heel and holds a large stick, which the end had been a bit sharpened to a point where a single touch to it would make a person bleed, at his throat before realizing whom it is, but still, she doesn't remove the stick.

`He should never have come to this side of the wall, even if he is the Pharaoh now.' She thought. `But for that I should be able to do whatever I want to him, especially since there are no guards around him. Besides, what would others think if they knew their dark king had been right here with no protection whatsoever and I let hi go without at least scaring him a little bit?'

Yami isn't surprised by the angry gesture at all. "You have every right to be angry with me." He states calmly, not trying to move from the weapon.

"What do you want?"

"Well, as a friend, I'd hope you'd place you weapon down so I may introduce you to my two other friends over there and then join me in the palace to work for me. But, as I said, I ask you as a friend rather than ruler so you can refuse if you wish.))

"What's the catch Pharaoh?" She sneers.

"There is none, I promise you that. So will you? I'd very much appreciate it if you did though."

At her silence he looks down in sadness. He knows that nobody would ever know he's shown emotion in such a long time, and they probably wouldn't have been able to tell anyway. He hadn't shown anyone emotion in such a long time, not since his friend was thrown out all those years ago.

`She probably can't trust me anymore. I can't really blame her either. It's no one's fault but my own. I'm so foolish to think she'd forgive me so easily.

At seeing the emotion show in his eyes of his sadness if she refused she smiled, even though he couldn't see it since he was looking down, and decides to have a bit more fun.

"Why would I want to work for a king that's so dark?"

He doesn't answer and she giggles to herself.

She then says something that even she's surprised she remembered after seven years, something that both had talked about when admiring him looking into the stars late one night when she came by since she couldn't earlier that day.

"Your eyes, they always showed your determination like raging fires of red.

He looks at her with astonishment written all over his face. He smiled at her, the first emotion he's ever shown to somebody else and knowing he'd done it in a long time. He answers her back with the same reply he had given her before. "As your eyes look like emerald stars in the sky so rare."

She smiles back before removing the sharpened stick and throwing it out over the small cliff. She replies with a simple remark, referring to present times again. "Although, nobody can really tell what you're thinking or feeling anymore. I've heard what people say since they didn't ever find out it was me that was thrown from the palace. They said you'd gotten hard since that day and never showed any emotion anymore. It's hard to see those fires anymore unless you look really hard. And even though it's only a spark or short flicker compared to before."

He just shakes his and looks at her. "That is no more than my father's fault I'm afraid. For taking something so important to me, which that I needed very much. I'm scared I may be too stuck into my ways though."

"That's fine." She replied and smiled at him. "People can change if change is brought to their lives, that's something I learned from you, Yami. When you fed me before when I was starving. I thought I was going to die and I was ready for it, but you helped me and my fate changed and now I'm doing perfectly well on my own; although, nothing would make me happier than to work for you in the palace. Besides, I always did wonder what it looked like after I was thrown out. I really only saw that one room. I was always having too much fun with you before to care very much."

He walks her over to his two companions.

"Bakura, Malik, this is Kyra. My friend that I met a long time ago. I rather not explain the details though. She's coming with us to work in the palace."

"It's a pleasure." Malik bowed politely as he took her hand and shadowed a kiss on her hand. Bakura did the same to her other hand.

Though they too preferred men, they thought it better to be polite then rude.

"You needn't worry you two. She knows perfectly well what I like as a partner. She won't take your gestures for rude." Yami smirked, practically reading them by watching their faces.

"Really?" Bakura looked up.

Kura laughed. "That's right. I knew about Yami a long time ago when I asked him how many kids he would like to have one day. He told me and I didn't mind at all. A little surprised, but I got over too quickly to realize I even was surprised by it. If you two are the same way as him in preference of a lover I really don't mind."

The two advisors to the Pharaoh smiled happily and joked around like always the rest of the way back to the palace.

He walks her over to his two companions and introduces them before they walk back to the palace.