Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Past Meets Present ❯ The Past ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: dresslikeinuyasha 
Here's how our two lovers hook up three thousand years ago.
Warning: Language, light yaoi, and evidence of past abuse on 'Kura-kun.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 09.09.2007 | Updated On: 09.21.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 489 | Status: Work In Progress
Here's how our two lovers hook up three thousand years ago.
Warning: Language, light yaoi, and evidence of past abuse on 'Kura-kun.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 09.09.2007 | Updated On: 09.21.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 489 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. That honor belongs to the wonderful Kazuki Takahashi. If I owned it, there would be smut...lots of smut. *evil grin*
Warnings: Hmmm...there's not really much to warn about for this chapter other than language, yaoi (lightly), and evidence of past abuse on 'Kura-kun.
But now it's time to delve into the past and once you have returned, please R&R. Many thankies!
Chapter 1: Past
**Three thousand years in the past**
The pharaoh sighed as he rested his chin on his hand, bored as usual. All he ever heard about was the city's problems and how his tomb was coming along. The part about his tomb was the part that kind of scared him. He was eighteen for Ra's sake!! There was no way he wanted to think about death already! Atemu knew that people thought he had the easy life: sitting on a throne, controlling the city, and having servants who did everything for him. But really, it was a hassle and an annoyance. His ass hurt from sitting on that damn pedestal all day and his ears hurt from listening to other people's problems. Not to mention, it was hard as hell to keep everyone in the city in line, and he had the same problems with his servants, some of whom had been found rifling through his things. In fact, he thought the townspeople had it easier than than he did. Sure he was royalty, but that wasn't his fault. Daily, he was confined to the palace to tend to legal matters when all he wanted to do was be a regular Egyptian teenager. He'd never even been out in the city without special protection or an escort, in which case, Priest Seto was usually the one to accompany him. For one day, he wished he could just go out and be....normal.
"Do you have any suggestions, my Pharaoh?"
The question quickly snapped Atemu out of his musings. He had no idea what had been said before the inquiry.
"Um...."
Priest Seto, who was currently positioned next to him, could tell that the pharaoh was completely lost on the topic being presented to him.
"The thief we caught a few days ago has been causing trouble for the guards and this man would like to know if you have any suggestions on how to deal with the matter." he whispered to Atem.
"Oh, thank you," the pharaoh whispered back. Then he turned to the palace guard in front of him and spoke. "Why not let me attempt to reason with the man?"
Seto quirked an eyebrow at the offer but kept silent. Everyone else, looked at Atemu as if he'd just grown another head, but the teen kept a serious face.
"Are you serious, my Pharaoh?" the guard asked, astounded.
"Do I look like I'm joking?" he asked, raising his eyebrows with a stern look still in place.
"N-no, my lord. I was simply wondering why you would want to be in the presence of someone like him."
"So you are questioning my reasons then, are you not?"
The man's eyes quickly widened.
"No! If you wish to confront the prisoner, please do so. I apologize for my previous question."
"Good. I shall depart for the thief's cell immediately," the pharaoh replied, rising.
"I will go with-" Priest Seto began but was cut short by Atem.
"No Seto. You will stay here and tend to things while I am gone. I'm going alone."
"But Pharaoh -!"
"Not another word Seto. If you or anyone else goes with me or follows me, they will be joining the thief. Is that clear?"
Seto could tell Atemu was dead serious, so he stayed silent and simply nodded his head.
"Good."
*******************
When Atem reached the holding cells, he could hear Bakura banging around and cursing the people who'd put him in there, the pharaoh himself, being one of them. He sent the guards away and followed his ears to an isolated chamber in the back of the building. There he found a sweat-drenched Bakura beating on the walls. He must've been doing it quite a bit, for his hands and fingers had begun to bleed. Atemu found one of the extra stones they'd used to build the place in a corner, picked it up and quietly put it down in front of the thief's cell. (The pharaoh was quite a bit stronger than people gave him credit for.) He blew the pile of dirt off of the top, sat down, crossed his legs with the bottem of one of his knees on the top of the other, and just watched Bakura.
Atem had been sitting there for nearly ten minutes before he was noticed. When Bakura spotted him, he crossed his arms over his now bare chest and smirked.
"So, I finally got the mighty Pharaoh's attention, huh? What? No guards to come and haul me off to chain me up and fucking whip me for breaking the law? I was kinda looking forward to adding some marks to my damn collection," he said sarcastically as he pointed to his back.
"No, it's just me."
"Well what the hell do you want?"
"One of the guards told me you were being more reckless than usual. I just wanted to come down here to see just what it was you were doing."
"Ha! You're serious?!"
"Absolutely."
Bakura rolled his eyes.
"Oh, 'absolutely' huh? Well sit tight Pharaoh, 'cause I ain't gonna perform like some trained monkey for you. I can sit here just as long as you can and not make a fucking scene."
He sat down against a wall and looked at the pharaoh, and Atem looked back. Another ten minutes passed and Atemu finally broke the silence but he looked away as he spoke.
"You said you had whip markings on your back..."
"So?"
"May I...may I see them?"
Bakura eyed the pharaoh suspiciously. "Why?"
"Just..........please."
"Whatever."
The thief stood up and turned his back to the pharaoh. Atemu's eyes widened and his jaw went slightly slack at the number of scars that marred Bakura's back.
"Surprised, Pharaoh? There's at least two marks for each crime. So there should be about fifty of them," Bakura explained with a softer but still angry tone in his voice.
There was no answer.
Bakura sighed and turned back around only to find the pharaoh opening the door to his cell, stepping in and shutting the door behind him.
"What the hell are you doing? You've got some kinda nerve to come into the cell of a person like me. You're an idiot if you'll trust a criminal that much."
"Turn around again," Atem ordered, making a circle in the air with his finger.
"Why the hell should I?"
"Just do it," the pharaoh said as he put a hand to his temple.
"No! Unless you're gonna let me outta here, get outta my fucking cell!"
"Thief...." Atem warned.
"Pharaoh...." Bakura mocked.
"You know, I tried to be reasonable about this," Atemu said as he grabbed Bakura around the neck. "Just turn around...please."
"Why? So you can ridicule my injuries? Ya know what? Go ahead. I've heard it all before and I don't care what anyone thinks," Bakura hissed before he turned his back on the pharaoh once again.
"Thank you." Atem replied calmly and began to study Bakura's wounds.
Silence.
"I'm sorry..."
"For what? These? You're not the one who did it...I'm not even sure you knew about it. It was those damn priests who made the decision to put them on me. I doubt you're cold-hearted enough to do that to anyone."
"No, but I could've stopped them..."
"Can I ask you something?" Bakura asked as he propped himself against a wall.
"There's no need to ask permission."
"Why are you doing this?"
The pharaoh lightly ran two fingers across one of the diagonal scars that crossed the entirety of Bakura's back and felt the thief shudder beneath his touch.
"Because..."
"Because why?!"
Atemu touched another scar and Bakura trembled again.
"Please.....just stop, Pharaoh......"
The pharaoh paused his minstrations momentarily and then ran his hand softly all the way down Bakura's back, making the thief choke back a sob. Atem leaned forward and rested his forehead on the top of Bakura's back where the majority of his wounds were located and placed a hand on the thief's shoulder. At this, Bakura's eyes went wide and he immediately tensed up.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through this...." Atemu finally managed to say as he stroked another marking. "I truely am...."
Bakura tried to look over his shoulder at the teen. "Ph-pharaoh...what are you doing?"
"Can you ever forgive me?"
The thief was speechless. He stood straight up and turned around to look the the pharaoh in the face. Bakura was about to yell at the teen because the boy hadn't done anything to cause his injuries and he needed to stop blaming himself, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the tears trickling down Atemu's cheeks.
"I knew I shouldn't have shown you. Damn! You hardly know me and you're crying for me over something you didn't even know had happened."
"I'm sorry..."
Bakura tipped Atem's chin up to look him in the eye.
"And stop apologizing. You haven't done anything wrong."
"Yes I have. I should've known what was going on."
"No you haven't! I'm the one to blame for my injuries, not you!!"
"For Ra's sake, yes I am!"
As the last thought fell from Atemu's mouth, he squeezed his eyes shut and crushed his lips into Bakura's in a bruising kiss. Bakura was dumbfounded and almost instantly, he tensed up again, but hesitantly relaxed into it when he felt the young pharaoh's tongue stroke his lips, silently asking permission to enter. He granted the teen access and immediatly Atemu began to explore his mouth.
Bakura had started to enjoy the close contact up until his brain kicked into gear.
'You idiot! What the fuck are you thinking?! This is the Pharaoh you're swapping spit with! The PHARAOH!! You're a tomb robber, he's royalty...see anything wrong with this equation dumbass?!! If one of the guards or a tomb keeper comes in here and sees this, you're gonna be in deep shit. Do something, anything, just stop this now!!'
Reluctantly, Bakura began to push against the pharaoh in attempt to break the kiss but Atem just hung on tighter and encouraged Bakura's tongue to join in on the fun.
'Okay, that didn't work. Why don't you try separa -- WAH!'
The pharaoh had pushed Bakura back into a wall and was now letting his hands roam across the thief's bare chest.
'On second thought, this might not be such a bad thing after all.'
With that thought in mind, Bakura wrapped his arms around Atemu and pushed them onto the the small cot in his tiny cell.
And now I'll let your imagination fill in the gaps. Haha, I really am evil, aren't I? But remember dear readers, this fic is called "Past Meets Present" and this is only the 'past' part. Not to worry, there will be a lemon in the 'present' chapter. Though I'm not entirely sure when the next chapter will be up, what with school and studying and Color Guard, I don't know when I'll find the time to get it typed. But it will be up eventually!! I promise! And yes, I realize the characters were a little OOC, but I just write what the plot bunnies tell me to.
That's all for now,
D.L.I.
Warnings: Hmmm...there's not really much to warn about for this chapter other than language, yaoi (lightly), and evidence of past abuse on 'Kura-kun.
But now it's time to delve into the past and once you have returned, please R&R. Many thankies!
Chapter 1: Past
**Three thousand years in the past**
The pharaoh sighed as he rested his chin on his hand, bored as usual. All he ever heard about was the city's problems and how his tomb was coming along. The part about his tomb was the part that kind of scared him. He was eighteen for Ra's sake!! There was no way he wanted to think about death already! Atemu knew that people thought he had the easy life: sitting on a throne, controlling the city, and having servants who did everything for him. But really, it was a hassle and an annoyance. His ass hurt from sitting on that damn pedestal all day and his ears hurt from listening to other people's problems. Not to mention, it was hard as hell to keep everyone in the city in line, and he had the same problems with his servants, some of whom had been found rifling through his things. In fact, he thought the townspeople had it easier than than he did. Sure he was royalty, but that wasn't his fault. Daily, he was confined to the palace to tend to legal matters when all he wanted to do was be a regular Egyptian teenager. He'd never even been out in the city without special protection or an escort, in which case, Priest Seto was usually the one to accompany him. For one day, he wished he could just go out and be....normal.
"Do you have any suggestions, my Pharaoh?"
The question quickly snapped Atemu out of his musings. He had no idea what had been said before the inquiry.
"Um...."
Priest Seto, who was currently positioned next to him, could tell that the pharaoh was completely lost on the topic being presented to him.
"The thief we caught a few days ago has been causing trouble for the guards and this man would like to know if you have any suggestions on how to deal with the matter." he whispered to Atem.
"Oh, thank you," the pharaoh whispered back. Then he turned to the palace guard in front of him and spoke. "Why not let me attempt to reason with the man?"
Seto quirked an eyebrow at the offer but kept silent. Everyone else, looked at Atemu as if he'd just grown another head, but the teen kept a serious face.
"Are you serious, my Pharaoh?" the guard asked, astounded.
"Do I look like I'm joking?" he asked, raising his eyebrows with a stern look still in place.
"N-no, my lord. I was simply wondering why you would want to be in the presence of someone like him."
"So you are questioning my reasons then, are you not?"
The man's eyes quickly widened.
"No! If you wish to confront the prisoner, please do so. I apologize for my previous question."
"Good. I shall depart for the thief's cell immediately," the pharaoh replied, rising.
"I will go with-" Priest Seto began but was cut short by Atem.
"No Seto. You will stay here and tend to things while I am gone. I'm going alone."
"But Pharaoh -!"
"Not another word Seto. If you or anyone else goes with me or follows me, they will be joining the thief. Is that clear?"
Seto could tell Atemu was dead serious, so he stayed silent and simply nodded his head.
"Good."
*******************
When Atem reached the holding cells, he could hear Bakura banging around and cursing the people who'd put him in there, the pharaoh himself, being one of them. He sent the guards away and followed his ears to an isolated chamber in the back of the building. There he found a sweat-drenched Bakura beating on the walls. He must've been doing it quite a bit, for his hands and fingers had begun to bleed. Atemu found one of the extra stones they'd used to build the place in a corner, picked it up and quietly put it down in front of the thief's cell. (The pharaoh was quite a bit stronger than people gave him credit for.) He blew the pile of dirt off of the top, sat down, crossed his legs with the bottem of one of his knees on the top of the other, and just watched Bakura.
Atem had been sitting there for nearly ten minutes before he was noticed. When Bakura spotted him, he crossed his arms over his now bare chest and smirked.
"So, I finally got the mighty Pharaoh's attention, huh? What? No guards to come and haul me off to chain me up and fucking whip me for breaking the law? I was kinda looking forward to adding some marks to my damn collection," he said sarcastically as he pointed to his back.
"No, it's just me."
"Well what the hell do you want?"
"One of the guards told me you were being more reckless than usual. I just wanted to come down here to see just what it was you were doing."
"Ha! You're serious?!"
"Absolutely."
Bakura rolled his eyes.
"Oh, 'absolutely' huh? Well sit tight Pharaoh, 'cause I ain't gonna perform like some trained monkey for you. I can sit here just as long as you can and not make a fucking scene."
He sat down against a wall and looked at the pharaoh, and Atem looked back. Another ten minutes passed and Atemu finally broke the silence but he looked away as he spoke.
"You said you had whip markings on your back..."
"So?"
"May I...may I see them?"
Bakura eyed the pharaoh suspiciously. "Why?"
"Just..........please."
"Whatever."
The thief stood up and turned his back to the pharaoh. Atemu's eyes widened and his jaw went slightly slack at the number of scars that marred Bakura's back.
"Surprised, Pharaoh? There's at least two marks for each crime. So there should be about fifty of them," Bakura explained with a softer but still angry tone in his voice.
There was no answer.
Bakura sighed and turned back around only to find the pharaoh opening the door to his cell, stepping in and shutting the door behind him.
"What the hell are you doing? You've got some kinda nerve to come into the cell of a person like me. You're an idiot if you'll trust a criminal that much."
"Turn around again," Atem ordered, making a circle in the air with his finger.
"Why the hell should I?"
"Just do it," the pharaoh said as he put a hand to his temple.
"No! Unless you're gonna let me outta here, get outta my fucking cell!"
"Thief...." Atem warned.
"Pharaoh...." Bakura mocked.
"You know, I tried to be reasonable about this," Atemu said as he grabbed Bakura around the neck. "Just turn around...please."
"Why? So you can ridicule my injuries? Ya know what? Go ahead. I've heard it all before and I don't care what anyone thinks," Bakura hissed before he turned his back on the pharaoh once again.
"Thank you." Atem replied calmly and began to study Bakura's wounds.
Silence.
"I'm sorry..."
"For what? These? You're not the one who did it...I'm not even sure you knew about it. It was those damn priests who made the decision to put them on me. I doubt you're cold-hearted enough to do that to anyone."
"No, but I could've stopped them..."
"Can I ask you something?" Bakura asked as he propped himself against a wall.
"There's no need to ask permission."
"Why are you doing this?"
The pharaoh lightly ran two fingers across one of the diagonal scars that crossed the entirety of Bakura's back and felt the thief shudder beneath his touch.
"Because..."
"Because why?!"
Atemu touched another scar and Bakura trembled again.
"Please.....just stop, Pharaoh......"
The pharaoh paused his minstrations momentarily and then ran his hand softly all the way down Bakura's back, making the thief choke back a sob. Atem leaned forward and rested his forehead on the top of Bakura's back where the majority of his wounds were located and placed a hand on the thief's shoulder. At this, Bakura's eyes went wide and he immediately tensed up.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through this...." Atemu finally managed to say as he stroked another marking. "I truely am...."
Bakura tried to look over his shoulder at the teen. "Ph-pharaoh...what are you doing?"
"Can you ever forgive me?"
The thief was speechless. He stood straight up and turned around to look the the pharaoh in the face. Bakura was about to yell at the teen because the boy hadn't done anything to cause his injuries and he needed to stop blaming himself, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the tears trickling down Atemu's cheeks.
"I knew I shouldn't have shown you. Damn! You hardly know me and you're crying for me over something you didn't even know had happened."
"I'm sorry..."
Bakura tipped Atem's chin up to look him in the eye.
"And stop apologizing. You haven't done anything wrong."
"Yes I have. I should've known what was going on."
"No you haven't! I'm the one to blame for my injuries, not you!!"
"For Ra's sake, yes I am!"
As the last thought fell from Atemu's mouth, he squeezed his eyes shut and crushed his lips into Bakura's in a bruising kiss. Bakura was dumbfounded and almost instantly, he tensed up again, but hesitantly relaxed into it when he felt the young pharaoh's tongue stroke his lips, silently asking permission to enter. He granted the teen access and immediatly Atemu began to explore his mouth.
Bakura had started to enjoy the close contact up until his brain kicked into gear.
'You idiot! What the fuck are you thinking?! This is the Pharaoh you're swapping spit with! The PHARAOH!! You're a tomb robber, he's royalty...see anything wrong with this equation dumbass?!! If one of the guards or a tomb keeper comes in here and sees this, you're gonna be in deep shit. Do something, anything, just stop this now!!'
Reluctantly, Bakura began to push against the pharaoh in attempt to break the kiss but Atem just hung on tighter and encouraged Bakura's tongue to join in on the fun.
'Okay, that didn't work. Why don't you try separa -- WAH!'
The pharaoh had pushed Bakura back into a wall and was now letting his hands roam across the thief's bare chest.
'On second thought, this might not be such a bad thing after all.'
With that thought in mind, Bakura wrapped his arms around Atemu and pushed them onto the the small cot in his tiny cell.
And now I'll let your imagination fill in the gaps. Haha, I really am evil, aren't I? But remember dear readers, this fic is called "Past Meets Present" and this is only the 'past' part. Not to worry, there will be a lemon in the 'present' chapter. Though I'm not entirely sure when the next chapter will be up, what with school and studying and Color Guard, I don't know when I'll find the time to get it typed. But it will be up eventually!! I promise! And yes, I realize the characters were a little OOC, but I just write what the plot bunnies tell me to.
That's all for now,
D.L.I.