Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Royalty ❯ Royalty Ch. 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Author: Well, here I was checking my reviews today and I got a flame! And my first reaction was WTF? And you'll see why. This is the flame as quoted:

Rating(s):

Style of Writing: 1 of 10
Spelling & Grammar: 10 of 10
Originality/Creativity: 1 of 10
Enjoyment Factor: 1 of 10
Overall Rating: 1 of 10

Comment/Review:
I AM GOING TO MAKE MY POINT CLEAR!!! YOU CAN MAKE SETO BE GAY I DONT CARE!!!!! BUT STAY AWAY FROM YAMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This was reviewed by someone named J-Baby; now I have absolutely no clue what problem does this reader have, if she's so insulted by my fic I wonder why she ever read it in the first place. Then she rates my spelling and grammar 10/10 and fails me on everything else? I mean, is that only reason why she hates it is because there's gonna be a Yami/Ryou pairing and she doesn't want Yami gay? I mean, come on! That's got to be the worst reason to rate me 1/10 on everything.

I don't think I'm obligated to follow her instructions. I mean, it's my fic for heaven's sake! If she hates my fic so much then don't read it, simple as that. I'm doing this for a fanfic challenge, not for HER SOLE entertainment

I'm planning on requesting the review removed but I might leave it for Bakura to roast his steak over; but I don't know, it IS a pretty pointless review…

Bakura: I like my steak raw anyways…>)

Author: I know I know…anyways, when you guys review me, tell me what you think, should I delete it or should I not? Anyways, I'm so glad to have so much support already. Please R&R!

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When Ryou awoke his body was wrapped in the soft blankets of his bed, his arms clinging to a pillow that he thought was Marik seconds before. His eyes squinted at the dim rays as the sun began its journey from the horizon; he must have fallen asleep last night. Untangling himself he slipped out of bed. A set of simple garments were set out for him; a creamy beige tunic trimmed with gold and red threads, a symbol of royalty, he was to become the slave of royalty. My life doesn't seem that bad...I have friends; maybe my life won't be as lonely as I thought it to be... he pulled off his nightgown and pulled the tunic over his head. Despite the stiff appearance, the fabric has a pleasing touch to his skin and it was very comfortable.

He picked up a wrist cuff that was set out with the clothes. Etched onto it was the royal symbol of the Pharaoh; was he to serve the Pharaoh?

The steaming water turned light red with blood as Malik sank his broken body into the tub; the water stung the cuts on his body and his torn passage throbbed in pain. He whimpered as Marik wiped his back with a cloth.

"Idiot," his elder brother whispered as he cleaned his injuries, "you should know better than to cover for me when I'm not there to meet Seto-sama."

"I knew you were helping Ryou adjust...I didn't want to get you in trouble."

"Even after I upset you?" Marik dipped the younger Egyptian's hair back into the water, letting oil be washed away.

"You were only expressing your opinion. I'm just too sensitive," Malik smiled up at Marik, "but I still believe in happy endings."

Marik shook his head in wonder, "You have a very strong soul, even though you haven't seen the horrors of slavery yet... I still think you would still be able to crack a smile."

Breakfast was served to Ryou when the sun was fully over the horizon. He drooled over the vibrant coloured fruits and loaves of bread. He devoured everything hungrily, having the best meal he's ever tasted in his whole life. "I can't believe I'm eating food like this," he said to himself through mouthfuls, "I had never even dreamed of tasting such wonderful food!" He finished his meal with the clearest water with the sweetest taste, and then left his room to explore, running headlong into Seto.

Falling back on the floor Ryou scuttled to get back on his knees, "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to...I mean I won't do it again..."

The piercing eyes of the high priest gazed at the young boy, a dark smile on his features. Such a pathetic creature, yet so obedient, certainly the Pharaoh would be pleased. "Get up."

Hesitatingly, Ryou got back to his feet, staring at the floor, as if his slippers were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.

"I see you already are wearing your new attire. Very good; I just came to inform you that I'll be coming to fetch you at sundown, to meet your master."

"Master?" Ryou looked up, "Who-"

"Don't ask questions slave! Just do as you are told!" Seto snapped before stalking off.

The white haired boy's bright mood was dampened, reminded once again that he was a slave, a well clothed and well fed, but still a slave. Lowering his eyes back to the floor he trudged away from his room, into the vast halls of the palace.

Evening was approaching...and Ryou was lost. In frustration he kicked a pillar; I wished I left a trail or something! I need to be back soon! Seto-samawill probably punish me severelyif I'm not back! Dear Ra help me... Whimpering he huddled on the ground, hoping some sort of sign would come to him. No Ryou! Get up! Lying down will solve absolutely nothing. Keep walking, maybe you'llrecognize something or see someone who can help you. Dragging himself back to his feet he walked on, realizing that there were fewer and fewer windows as he walked down the corridors, and the walls became more and more dreary. Fear laced through his veins at every drip of water in the gloomy darkness, every step he took echoed around him. He soon became aware that the ground was sloped; he was heading underground.

He knew that he should turn back, but curiosity has killed many cats before, and he was that cat. Wandering along, he noticed the first glimpses of light around a corner. As he neared, he could hear muffled sounds, which increased to cries of pain and sobbing. The emotions of pain drilled deep into Ryou's very soul; he shivered. Edging carefully he peeked around the corner; a single torch lit the dim cavern and within the shadows, strapped onto a boulder, was his exact twin.

"Your blood tastes lovely, like the sharp tang of wine," a huge hulk of a man leaned over to run his tongue along the boy's stomach, stretched taut from arching over the boulder.

The boy with the shocking white hair whimpered, his body convulsing in pain; as Ryou's eyes adjusted to the dark, he noticed very large gashes along the pale body, puss oozing out where they were infected, and blood everywhere else. Vile rose in the young boy's throat from disgust, but as revolting the sight, he could not tear his eyes away from the image in front of him.

"Do you think you will listen to our instructions now, slave?"

"F-fuck you…" the young man heaved out, his voice broken from a thirsty throat.

Growling in frustration the huge man raised his fist and slammed it onto his victim's chest. There was a strangled cry, and a sickening crunch; Ryou cringed inwardly at the horrific actions, obviously the young slave's ribs were broken in places. He could hear the other boy cough, gurgling, and saw a trickle of blood flowing out of his lips.

"Enough for today," Ryou shrunk back into the shadows when another man emerged, "He'll die if you go too far."

"Stupid bitch, you think over nine months he would finally break."

The second man gave a sinister chuckle, "Don't wish too hard, I want to keep him for as long we can, he's a good fuck. I like the wild ones."

The two men cut the straps that were restraining the boy and dragging him along the rough ground, they retreated into the dark.

Tiptoeing from his hiding place Ryou quietly followed, scared, but driven on to find out who his twin was. The silence in the dank halls was deafening and he jumped when he heard another cry of pain followed by the sound of iron bars crashing closed.

"Sleep my good whore," he heard the laughter following that comment, "we have so many things planned for you."

Ryou could hear footsteps approaching. Panicking with no where else to go he pressed himself against the wall, praying to Ra that the two monsters wouldn't see him. As they approached the young teen held his breath, his heart beating in his ears as their footsteps grew louder. As they walked past he squeezed his eyes shut, certain that even in the dark, they would sense his presence, and condemn him to the same fate as the other boy. His breath released in a whoosh when they disappeared, and he thanked the gods for his good fortune.

Hurrying down the halls he came into another small chamber; at the end was a cell, barred by rusted iron stakes. He edged slowly towards it, as the light of the two torches didn't offer too much assistance. When he was within a foot, two hands shot out from the bars and in an instant, Ryou was caught in the stranglehold of the prisoner.

"Let me out," came the hoarse whisper, "or I will cut off your air until blood squeezes from your eyes and your heart explodes!"

Ryou whimpered, his hands grabbing at the bloody arm that pressed against his airway, "I'm…n-not…I'm n-not…them…!"

"What…?!" the arms released their hold and Ryou crumpled to the ground in relief, breathing heavily. "Who are you?"

"M-my name i-is Ryou," the boy stammered, "I'm…a slave…from t-the palace."

"Step into the light damnit," the other cursed, "I can't see a bloody thing. In fact, bring a torch over here."

Ryou scrambled to grab the nearest torch. Bringing it over he slid it into a holder beside the cell. Sitting on the ground inside the prison was the young man who was his twin that was tortured earlier.

"Damn…I wasted all my energy on the wrong person…" the boy mumbled before looking up, "fuck…are you my conscience?"

"H-huh?" Ryou dropped onto the floor in front of him.

"Don't give me that shit…you look exactly like me."

"Bakura...my lover...he looks almost exactly like you…"

Bakura!

"Are you…Bakura?" Ryou asked.

"What in hell? How do you know my name?" the boy coughed, his throat too parched to produce so much sound.

"I told you," Ryou whispered, "I'm a slave from the palace…I got lost and…ended up here. And-"

"Well get out damnit. If they find you you're good as dead, someone as weak as you."

"I'm not weak!" Ryou snapped.

A deep chuckle echoed in his ears, "No…you're not…just innocent….So how do you know my name?"

"Marik…he…"

With a pained gasp, Bakura grasped the bars and leaned forward, "Marik! Is he alright?"

Ryou winced at the sight of the other slave's face. His lips were split in many places and were bleeding. A large cut ran diagonally from his forehead to his left cheek; a yellow substance was foaming around it. Both eyes were bloodshot, as if someone deliberately rubbed dirt into them to irritate the sensitive nerves. Those were just the major injuries, there were many other cuts and bruises lining his features, framed by his blood and mud matted hair.

"M-Marik's alright," Ryou tried not to stare, feeling like hurling up his breakfast again, "he…misses you a lot though…"

There was a smile on Bakura's cracked lips; they bled more, tearing as he smiled, but he didn't notice, "That fool…he should have moved on…"

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Author: I was writing…writing…writing…til I realized that I wrote too much so I had to cut it off here…damn… I was hoping to get to the real point of the fic by now…but what's a good fic without an intro? Eheheheh… ><

Bakura: I actually like how you made me this time…

Author: Good…anyways, please R&R! I PROMISE to get to the point in the next chapter!

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Ryou: Maybe I could use that flamer for marshmallows if Bakura isn't going to use it…