Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Tamer of Beasts ❯ Chapter Five- Ground Rules ( Chapter 5 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: DragonKitsune 
A/N- Sorry its been so long, but as of the 22nd of May, I became a highschool graduate! I also have started a job and had been getting ready for a big move to college back in my home-state! I’m sooo excited! Things should pick up again around June 20th. That’s when I get a better laptop for school and will not have to fight over a desktop computer with my siblings.
GO CLASS OF ’09!
Acknowledgements:
Filo, Umezo, HanaJinku, werewolfgirl3, Annonymous
Special note- Yes, Bakura, Atem, and Malik will seem a bit out of character, but its because of the influence of the beast gods that they act slightly different around Anzu. With out her around, they are irritable and generally bad-tempered. Around her they are possessive, obsessive and generally primal. Lol!
ON WITH THE STORY!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.26.2009 | Pages: 7 | Words: 7.7K | Visits: 452 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N- Sorry its been so long, but as of the 22nd of May, I became a highschool graduate! I also have started a job and had been getting ready for a big move to college back in my home-state! I’m sooo excited! Things should pick up again around June 20th. That’s when I get a better laptop for school and will not have to fight over a desktop computer with my siblings.
GO CLASS OF ’09!
Acknowledgements:
Filo, Umezo, HanaJinku, werewolfgirl3, Annonymous
Special note- Yes, Bakura, Atem, and Malik will seem a bit out of character, but its because of the influence of the beast gods that they act slightly different around Anzu. With out her around, they are irritable and generally bad-tempered. Around her they are possessive, obsessive and generally primal. Lol!
ON WITH THE STORY!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.26.2009 | Pages: 7 | Words: 7.7K | Visits: 452 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter Five Ground Rules
“My lord, please think of what you're doing!” Seto demanded as he and the others tailed the furious pharaoh down to the stables, “She is just but a girl! Why are you setting yourself up for assassination?” he demanded.
“Anzu is lost and I intend to retrieve her myself! I'll not let any more staff take care of my Beast Tamer and have her getting lost AGAIN!” the pharaohs voice was gravely and deep, more so than usual. His violet eyes were fading to angered topaz again as he strode down the stalls to the round pin at the end where Judas awaited curiously.
“But sire, your coronation!” an older advisor piped in, “The Coronation is TONIGHT!”
Atem whirled on the man, anger blazing in his rapidly changing eyes as his canines sharpened monstrously, very much vamperic, “Then delay the fucking coronation!” he snapped, shocking everyone with the seldom curse he vehemently hissed at the startled advisor.
Acting as the wise man he was, the elder advisor wisely stepped back and fell silent in the heat of his lord's wrath while Atem turned sharply again, snatching the bridal hanging on the latch of Judas's round pin gate and opening the said gate to retrieve his faithful steed. The stallion seemed to be the only faithful one to him at the moment…
“Atem…,” Katsuya pleaded, “Let Honda and I go after Anzu, we will retrieve her for you and I promise there won't be a scratch on the wench!”
“Stay out of this Katsuya.” Atem swiftly switched the stallions halter for his golden bridle as the great equine arched his thick neck and lowered his head obediently over Atems shoulder. Once secured, Atem gathered up the reins and bounced lightly on one foot, proceeding to launch his right leg over Judas's left shoulder and sat astride his ready stallion bare-back. The taunt muscles rippled under Atem as Judas shifted restlessly, sensing his masters' urgency as Atem guided the stallion out of the pin and down the stalls at an easy trot, by passing protesting attendants. As they passed by Jazzels empty stall, Atem tugged Judas to a pause, “Where's Jazzel?”
“She was taken too, Sire,” a stable hand gulped.
Atem cursed, “I now know who took Anzu… that bastard of a thief- the one father always had problems with! BAKURA!” he snarled the name as if it were poison on his tongue as he dug his heels into Judas's sides. The black stallion reared and bolted from under Atem, galloping at top speeds through the sands and kicking up a dust trail in his wake as they headed for the closest bridge across the Nile and into the desert twilight that faded into a navy blue night sky with a full moon lighting the way of the pharaoh.
Katsuya and the others were left calling in protest after them, helpless.
“He's going to get himself killed before ever receiving the title of Pharaoh.” Seto scoffed, “He's a fool to waste his life on some woman!”
“That WOMAN happens to be the BEAST TAMER!” Shizuka barked back in defense of Anzu. Her sudden out burst startled Kaiba into stepping back while she jabbed him with her finger, “Anzu Mazaki is worth ANYTHING!”
“Is she WORTH risking our entire KINGDOM?” Seto retorted.
“The KINGDOM will fall with out her! What if the three beast gods really are resurrected?” she bit back.
“THEY ARE RESURECTED!” Seto barked with a dark snarl, startling the horses.
“If you'd stop yelling at my baby sister, you'll take this broad I'm handing to you and help me get the Foolish Pharaoh back!” Katsuya shouted snapped harshly, gaining Seto's reluctant attention. The blond haired man was holding out a fist with the reins of one of the prancing imperial stallions ready and tacked for Seto.
“I will NOT go out and retrieve an idiot from the desert. Let him suffer sunburn for all I care.” Seto huffed.
“Wasn't it YOU who said we need to keep him HERE?” Shizuka rolled her eyes, “Besides, if Atem is killed who will take the blame? You could have went after him but decided that our up and coming Pharaoh could use a little sunburn rather than a rescue from his noble deeds.” Her brown eyes pinned Seto, making the older man stiffen, but he refused to lose ground to a chamber maid… Katsuya's sister no less.
Seto glared at her and snatched the reins out of Katsuya's fist, “I'm a far better rider than you anyways.” He relented…. Sort of.
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“Dinner?” Bakura offered to Anzu a platter of solid gold with fresh fruits, bread slices, and chunks of fresh lamb meat on it from where he sat close to her side.
She looked down on it disdainfully, “Its poisoned isn't it?”
“Poisoned?” Bakura laughed in her face, “No, why would it be poisoned after I took all the trouble just to get you out here to hold you as a ransom?”
“I don't know.” She shrugged, “It's not completely unheard of to hold a dead person as a ransom.” She shot back, drinking from her goblet of water she herself had dipped from the makeshift well water.
“Don't have to worry about that, Ms.,” the blind, albino boy Anzu had learned as Hasamu said from across the small, low set table, “Brother Bakura would never kill a woman unless she deserved it.”
“Deserved it, huh?” Anzu arched a suspicious brow at the white haired man at her side, leaning once again away from him to try and keep up some semblance of personal space.
“You haven't earned the right to die by my blade yet, sweet heart.” His grin burned to a perverse one, “Not by my steel blade, anyways…”
“Pig…” Anzu scoffed, but otherwise ignored him. With in the last sixteen hours of being forced at his side, she'd come to realize that this man was ninety-percent a perverted man. A very out-spoken, well respected- pervert. The worst kind.
And he was King of Forty-One Thieves. That just made the whole picture complete, didn't it! She went from a Pharaoh of Egypt to a King of Thieves!
`This just screams Aladdin… At least he's hot,' there were those unwanted thoughts AGAIN! Where were they coming from this time!
“A pig I may be, love, but I am a rather happy pig to be squealin about with a pussy like you.” he grinned.
Anzu rolled her eyes, “Dear god, tell me your drunk.”
“He's a bit tipsy. He usually smells a lot worse when he's drunk.” Hasamu replied as if this happened all the time.
She didn't doubt it did.
“I am not tipsy boy!” Bakura slurred a bit, “I am merely… enjoying a wonderful buzz… and the tent keeps turning with out my says so!” the white haired man growled, “I SAY TO YOU TENT, STOP YOUR SPINING AND STOP IT NOW!” he demanded.
“Now he's drunk.” Hasamu said as Bakura chugged down another bottle of red whine, “He stinks terribly.” The boy scrunched his nose with a playful grin.
Anzu discretely tried to shift away from Bakura as he used her as leverage to pull himself up from falling on his back, “Hold still love,” he slurred, his hand that finally grasped her shoulder just missed groping her breast.
“Not on your life.” Anzu growled, taking him by the wrists to stop him from touching her inappropriately, “Stop touching me! You're already righted up again!”
“But the room keeps spinning and you're so soft love,” he whined, “I know, how about we go to bed now?” he leaned back with his palms bracing behind him when she shoved his hands off her with a wide grin plastered to his slightly drunken-flushed face.
“Bed? Bed sounds good, you could use the rest.” She said, completely missing the point while she took his offered hand and pulled it over her shoulder to help steady him while he attempted to walk to his bed towards the back of the tent. She didn't notice his drunken grin morphing to a lopsided smirk while his ruby eyes drank her in from his vantage point.
“Alright, bed it is. You go first and get undressed, I'll jump in when you say go!” he replied as his words became even more slurred and the arm draped over her shoulder flexed around her suggestively.
Was he that WASTED??
“BAKURA!” Anzu snapped, “I MEANT ACTUAL BED FOR SLEEPING!”
“And we WILL be sleee…sleeping.” He frowned at his own tongue when it refused to work properly for proper speech, “Afffter you n I get a biiit… sweaty.” He grinned.
“I AM NOT sleeping with you,” Anzu stubbornly shoved him down from leaning on her with a scowl on her pretty face. He flopped into the dozens of pillows that made his bed, laughing like an idiot. She was just too much fun for him to poke at- both figuratively and physically might he add.
“Oh come on, there's just but one bed and two adults here, I'm sure we can… work somthin out?” he waggled his stardust eyebrows lecherously.
“NO. No and defiantly not.” Anzu rolled her eyes, “What happened to Hasamu anyways? Where does he sleep?”
“Hassssaahhmuu?” Bakura leaned up on his elbows, “Probably hissss own tent.”
“So we're alone in here.”
“Yup,” he popped the `p' liking the way it sounded in his drunken state.
“Just me and you?”
“Yep”
“And you're drunk??” her hackles rose in alarm.
“Now I am!” he grinned up at her like the devil of the hells.
“Look,” Anzu rubbed the palm of her hand over her face in frustration, “You just… STAY in that bed and I'll take a few pillows and sleep waaaay over here. Okay?” she snagged a pillow and started to walk around the bed to get to the furthest end of the tent.
“Where you go'n?” Bakura's hand reached out and snagged Anzu's ankle, tugging back and then using his other hand to palm her ass so she'd fall on her back in surprise. She fell right into his stomach on the bed, “Ello love.” He grinned at her, enjoying every minute of her humiliation.
Anzu's eyes flamed angrily at him as she slapped his hands away, “GET AWAY FROM ME!” she hissed bolting right up and keeping her distance.
Bakura sat up, bracing his elbow to prop up on the bed sideways and watched her as Anzu scuttled away from him. He noticed she was actually terrified of physical contact with him. She wasn't playing the coy-virgin most women he had had did before he rutted with them. She was an actual virgin who was actually terrified of intimately touching a man!
He was bewildered! He couldn't remember the last time he'd met someone so beautiful be so anxious about sharing a bed with him!
…Oh, wait, that's why- because it's never happened before.
“Don't tell me you've never shared pleasures with a man before,” he honestly asked. As she pointedly turned away from him and stiffly set up the pillows and blankets she'd commandeered from his bed he smirked, “You haven't, have you!” this was better than stealing gold from the pharaoh and getting away with it!
“That's really none of your concern,” she huffed, but as she turned ever so slightly, he noticed a dusting of red on her cheeks. He was now preening like a cat who was about to lazily capture the broken-winged canary.
“Really, now?” he purred.
“Why are you even interested? Go play with one of your little whores.” She gritted her teeth as she snapped the blanket in the air to let it fall into place over her makeshift pallet.
“Now why would I go and do that?” he asked leisurely.
Anzu paused and turned to look at him over her shoulder with narrowed sapphire eyes filled with dark-mirth, “Please, even I can tell just by having to be near you for the past… eighteen hours that you're a horny man that never goes with out for more than a day. You better look somewhere else, bud, because you're not getting anything outta me!”
“Bud?” he tilt his head curiously, “I am not called Bud.”
“Of course, out of all that you only hear BUD!” she rolled her eyes to the heavens and shimmied down under the light covers of her pallet on the floor, closer to the door of the tent and opposite of his own bed.
Bakura laughed, “Never have I met a woman like you, Anzu.” He chuckled.
“Take a picture.” She grumbled.
Bakura sat up again, instantly curious about the new word, “A what?”
Anzu sighed forlornly, “Never mind, just get some sleep, will you?”
Bakura laid back down in his bed, “You're sure you don't want to come over here away from the door? A night crawler could get in and it tends to get a bit cold out sometimes.” He taunted.
“I'll be just fine away from the large night crawler in your bed- YOU.” She snapped tiredly.
Bakura laughed lightly at her, but let her be as they both eventually drifted off to sleep.
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“I see a caravan not far off,” the young woman reassured atop her camel to the two men that trailed behind her on their own beasts of burden, “Can you hold on a little longer, Malik?”
“The beast feels like its clawing at my insides, sister.” The young man called Malik hissed as one hand held onto the camels reins while the other arm curled around his stomach, “It feels like its pulling at me”
“It is seeking the Tamer.” His elder sister said, “Obelisk seeks the Tamer of this time to soothe its rage.”
“But we have no records of the Tamer being born in this life, sister Ishizu,” Rashid said as he pulled his camel closer to Maliks to help the boy in whatever way he could, but there was very little anyone could do other than the Tamer to soothe the Beast God with in Maliks spirit.
“Not in this time, brother.” Ishizu nodded in agreement, but my necklace says otherwise. I had a vision of a woman not from this land who was talking to the pharaoh's great cat, Saladin. The tamer has the gift of a thousand tongues with both man and beast. I believe it is she that Malik's beast is drawn to.”
“Then why is there such rage with it?” Malik bit out, “It's making my blood pump in rage, it's so furious!”
Ishizu and Rashid shared a worried look before Ishizu urged her camel to lead on towards the caravan once more, “Then that means the Tamer has already come into contact with one of the other Beast Gods or they are nearby.” She smiled good naturedly back at her little brother's violet eyes that her half-lidded with strain to control the raging spirit inside him, “Obelisk is jealous.” She grinned.
Malik muttered something along the lines of `Stupid Beast Gods' under his breath as he and Rashid urged their own camels to catch up with Ishizu's.
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Atem felt Judas slowing as the night wore on and pulled the stallion to a walk, feeling guilty for pushing him so hard for so long. He loosened the reins to give the dark beast his head which Judas took gratefully. The great beast hung his head and stretched out his neck with a low groan and then continued to heave in and out with his lungs for his next breath of oxygen.
“Sorry about that, Jude,” Atem rubbed the stallions neck to soothe him as they walked. The young Prince of Egypt took the time to survey his surroundings. There was no sign of Anzu and Jazzel or their captor. No trail left behind in the sands that usually betrayed fugitives tracks. He felt a sting of anxiety as he looked up to the high moon; he had been searching for hours and had yet to find a solid trail other than into the desert, but that was like saying into the water when the water was the ocean.
Atem sighed. He could feel his body succumbing to fatigue from lack of rest but he wouldn't allow himself to stop until he found Anzu and was sure she was alright. Something deep with in him paced restless and snapped its jaws like a vicious beast with in him ever since he learned of the potential danger Anzu was facing.
Judas stopped abruptly on the crest of a sand dune and raised his head high, watching silently for something that he sensed behind them. Atem had long ago put his trust in the war stallions instincts and followed his lead- looking behind them as well. A small dust cloud was being kicked up by two riders concealed in the concealing cloud, but Judas didn't squeal an angry challenge as he would have if he did not recognize the other horses. They were either stolen royal steeds or he had a few tagalongs.
Judas's ears perked when a piercing whinny called out to him from the approaching horses and he answered it in kind with his low whinny, now shifting excitedly underneath Atem. There was no doubt in Atems mind that he and Judas were not in danger. Judas is suspicious on the field away from home and did not whinny or call out unless he knew the other horses that approached him. As he waited for the other riders, Atem recognized Katsuya and Seto. He wasn't surprised to find that Katsuya had followed him, but Seto was another story.
Katsuya reined in his golden stallion to a slow halt near Judas and Atem, looking just as out of breath as the stallion beneath him. Seto and his own bay stallion were more graceful in their halt as he let the horse ease down its rapid gait more fluidly than Katsuya's slow slide in the sand. He seemed only minor disheveled as he glared at Atem with irritation.
“You really must have been born stupid.” Seto snorted.
“Yet here you are, following me.” Atem retorted coolly, but Seto ignored him.
“Just what do you hope to get done by chasing a horse thief out into the desert in the middle of the night?” Katsuya demanded.
“I cannot wait idly just for some burning sunlight to light my way. I will find her!” Atem didn't mean for his tone to sharpen in his voice, but the beast inside him was agitated with the hold up.
“That's not you talking, that's the beast inside you.” Seto admonished, “She will be in the same state now as she is in the morning-stolen. If you let the beast win you over now, there will be no way to control it later on.”
“Then what would you have me do, Seto?!” Atem growled, “Let an innocent girl remain in the grasps of an unknown man that could very well be out to rape her for longer than needed?”
“He will have been too tired from wrangling both her and the mare all the way across the desert to do much. You're worthless to her if you cant fight the man off her because you're too fatigued.” Seto dismounted his bay stallion swiftly, “We'll rest here for a few hours until dawn; then we will search again. Besides, you'll end up running your precious war stallion to his death by pushing him so hard.”
Atem felt guilty yet again for pushing Judas. He turned to Katsuya for the Head of Security's opinion.
“I could use a good nap…,” Katsuya yawned, “You weren't exactly trotting back there.”
With a reluctant sigh, Atem glanced at Seto who was taking some wood out of his saddle pack to start a fire. Seeing no better alternative that didn't involve pushing someone over their limits of exhaustion, Atem dismounted and stiffly prepared his bed roll for sleeping, but even as he and the others lay under the stars finally settled in a hour later, Atem felt restless and bothered.
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