Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Trust Me ❯ Bed Slave ( Chapter 3 )

Priestess: Yay, kissy kissy! Yeah, Bakura/Malik has been my favorite Yaoi pairing since I got Melonakos No Juketsu. Bakura/Atemu comes close behind. My third favorite is Atemu/Kaiba, just because. :P anyway, I'm happy because I got reviewed! ^_^ Now, this will be from different Points of View. Well, I promised to tell you about Kuru Eruna, so here it is:

Freaky Fact (As it will henceforth be called due to freaky's accuracy over 'fun'): Kuru Eruna was once the home of the craftsmen who made tombs for the pharaoh, but they had a change of heart and became tomb raiders instead. Pretty soon, it became a haven for outlaws and was given the nickname Thief Town. The massacre happened about sixteen years ago in the time of my fanfiction.

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Namu's Point Of View

Ooh, this feels so-ooh good...I thought as the chilling water poured over my head. A thousand frigid little pin-pricks danced down my spine, cascading over every over-heated crevice. I was standing in a waist-deep oasis filled with miniature fountains, blissfully relishing the delicious iciness. It was a welcome break from the heat of the deserts we had been trudging through.

Speaking of 'we...'

I turned my head to glance at Nahkti.

In spite of myself, I admired his slim muscular figure as he splashed water over his face. Though I tried my best to quit remembering, the memory of his warm lips over mine still filled my head.

I could almost still taste him. You would expect him to taste bad-like blood or garlic, or at least meat (Isis and I were both vegetarian), but he didn't. What he did taste like was something fruitily sweet yet a hint acidic; mixed with something unintelligible between pungent, bitter, and a little sour. Truthfully, I'd like to taste it again.

If just to be able to describe it better.

Nahkti's Point Of View

Feeling the unmistakable prickle at my spine of eyes gazing at me, I quickly turned my head. As soon as I did, Malik quickly turned his head away. But it wasn't quick enough.

I smirked.

Having already bathed sufficiently, I was able to focus all my attention on watching him.

He was inhumanly beautiful; in a mesmerizingly sleek, golden, feline way. He was very slim, borderline skinny, but muscular. His wiry limbs were unusually powerful for his age, outlines of veins showing through the tight skin. Though he had turned so I couldn't see his face, I could still see his hair.

I sighed lightly, remembering how soft and silky the hair was. But I had said I would wait, so I would.

When did I get this soft? I wondered. Usually if I wanted something, I would just make it mine. But Namu...he was different. I wanted to get to know him better, or at the very least make him quit despising me so. And I could wait. He wasn't going anywhere. As he had said, he had nowhere to go...thanks to me. The annoying thing was, I would probably have to feel guilty about that for the rest of my life. Ugh. I thought, realizing what I felt. Sekhmet help me, I'm in love with an eleven-year-old.

Suddenly my vision blurred, and a buzzing-then a roaring-drowned out the splashing of water. I gasped slightly, blinking and touching my ears as I staggered back. I was just barely aware of Namu's voice saying my name before I must have lost consciousness.

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Where am I? In the middle of the street? But there isn't dirt! Why are those stone buildings so tall? What's the black stuff all over the ground? Whatever it is, I'm standing in the middle of it, and my arms are flung out, and there's a very unusual thing driving towards me. A big, gleaming, steel thing that looks like it could crush bones.

It seems to be some kind of magic horse, because there is a rider sitting on a seat made of something I believe is called leather. His hair is covered with a round thing that put half his face in shadow, giving him a feral look. His legs are lean and muscular, wrapping around the thing's metal frame.

Of course, my immediate instinct is to get out of the way-not wanting to be slammed into the hard black path. But-since this is obviously a dream, though the weirdest I've ever had-my body seems to be thinking for itself, and refuses to move an inch.

Luckily, the man stops a few feet from me.

He is dressed peculiarly; in low-riding pants and a light purple shirt hooded shut by chains which bared about an inch of tight midriff as well as powerful slim arms littered with jewelry. There is something familiar about the striking light purple shade of his eyes, if not the vicious glint in them.

He pulls something from his belt which I recognize as the Millennium Rod and snarls, "You're in my way."

My lips moved of their own accord, and it takes me a moment to recognize my own gruff voice hissing, "You have something I seek."

Also moving of its own accord, my hand reaches down and pulls open what I assume is my shirt.

The boy's bulbous eyes widen. "The Millennium Ring!"

Inwardly, my eyes widen as well. Outwardly, I cross my arms and smirk darkly. "It seems you're the force whose presence I've been sensing." I am vaguely aware of glaring. "Give me your Millennium Item and you may pass by." The promise is empty-even in my puzzlement, I know very well that he will get murdered either way.

Obviously, the other boy didn't buy it either. "You are somewhat familiar with the ancient ways," he replied calmly, after climbing off the terrifying contraption. "Why do you want my item?"

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Namu's Point Of View

I continued bathing, acutely aware of Nahkti's eyes on me. Damn you, I thought grumpily. I was no longer able to enjoy the relief of the frigidity. Why can't you just let me be? What could he possibly want with me? Why had he spared me, yet murdered the rest of my family? Tears trickled from my eyes. Couldn't he have at least let Isis live? Why did I have to be entirely alone in the world except for a beast I wanted nothing to do with? My sister was right. Destiny can be cruel, and there are no positive loopholes to her mischief. Or at least, I think that was what she said.

A gasp caught my attention; and I turned to see Nahkti stumbling back, blinking as if blinded. "Nahkti?"

Then my eyes blurred and my hearing dulled.

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I'm standing in the middle of some hard, black street shadowed by tall stone buildings. Nahkti is standing in front of me, but dressed very oddly. And, I seem to be at eye level with him. Oh, I get it. This is a dream.

"If you must know, I'm a collector of sorts. And once I possess all seven Millennium Items, I'll control ancient powers strong enough to rule the entire world."

His eyes twinkle with glee. I'm surprised he knows of all seven items and what powers they possess.

"So I will ask-" More like demand, I note. "You once again to hand over your Millennium Rod."

I lift my eyebrows in surprise, hearing the name of the Millennium Rod. This is the weirdest dream ever.

I hear my thoughts as if they're somebody else's. 'Interesting...whoever he is he has knowledge of the ancient scriptures.' Without meaning to, I sigh and shut my eyes. The thoughts continue, like I'm listening to an actor.

'Fortunately for me, this stranger doesn't know everything. For he who possesses the boundless power of the Pharaoh himself,' I open my eyes, hearing him move slightly. 'Controls a magic far stronger than the seven Millennium Items.'

Though he knows very well he knows who I am, I speak without meaning to, noting a stray thought that destiny had a hand in us meeting. "My name is Malik."

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Nahkti's Point Of View

My eyes snapped open with surprise. Malik?! Who the fuck was Malik?

Though my vision wasn't truly returned; I immediately identified Namu standing in front of me, with a dizzy expression similar to what mine must have been mere twinklings before.

As soon as he distinguished the fact that I could see him, he scurried to the edge of the oasis and started tugging on his beige dress-thing while he was still drenched.

Mariku's Point Of View

I and everybody else gazed speechlessly at the beautiful girl who had appeared out of nowhere and just so happened to be the exact double of the mightiest woman in all Egypt.

"D-Did you say Isis?" inquired Aishisu at last.

The girl nodded. Everything about her shouted Aishisu-and it wasn't just her graceful beauty, exquisite features, or the Millennium Ring around her neck. It was the utterly unswerving air of unruffled queenliness which I'd always found so mesmerizing-oh, fuck. I slapped myself for the thought.

Seeming almost timid-which she never had before-Aishisu said softly, "Y-You aren't my daughter, are you?"

'Isis' looked surprised. "Daughter? I'm your reincarnation."

Namu's Point Of View

"Where are you going?"

I turned in surprise. "What? Is there a different route?" Nahkti looked amused. "No. We're here."

I glanced around in puzzlement. "I don't see-" I was cut off by the appearance of a fifty-foot-tall snake creature or whatever it was.

I jumped back with a terrified shriek and tried to run, but Nahkti caught me by the edge of the cloth thing he had given me the night he killed my family-that is to say, the night before last night.

"Relax, he won't do anything unless I tell him to."

Is that supposed to make me feel better? I wondered derisively, tugging the cloth away and re-wrapping it.

"Diabaundo!" he roared unexpectedly, making me flinch. "Remove the spells of invisibility from the Fortress of the Thief King!"

The Thief King!

In spite of myself, I shuddered. I had legends of the Thief King, though he had yet to have ever showed his face and who more optimistic people claimed was merely imagined. He was said to be cunning, pitiless, vicious, and wicked. Not much was known about him, though some people believed he was intending to be the first to attempt to steal the grave of the former Pharaoh-but obviously, Nahkti had beat him to it. Was Nahkti working for the Thief King? If he was, I may as well eat a knife, because I was doomed anyway.

I thought of what Nahkti had said, though. He intended to display the former Pharaoh's corpse before the entire court and challenge King Atemu and his Priests to a duel. Something about revenge.

But, if he intended to use it for himself, then that meant...

I started shaking uncontrollably, too terrified to even be awed by a huge fortress appearing seemingly out of nowhere.

Very slowly, the gates opened, and Nahkti started striding forward to the entrance. When he realized I wasn't following him, he turned his head and gave me a mild amused glance. "Well? Are you just going to stand out there?"

No way, I finally decided. Nahkti might be hurtful, insensitive, vindictive, corrupt, murderous, malicious, unmerciful, and just plain cruel; but I knew if he were the Thief King of legend, I would definitely be dead by now.

Nevertheless, I was still shaking uncontrollably as I entered the fortress.

It felt as if every single person there was staring at us while we walked through the stone halls, and I was acutely aware of every little whisper.

"Nahkti has returned."

"It's about time!"

"But why did he bring a little boy?"

"He must be his bed slave."

This last suggestion brought a chorus of unkind snickers, and I shuddered harder than ever. If that was why Nahkti had spared me, I would drown myself in the Nile. Luckily for me, I immensely doubted that was true. Or at least...I hoped it wasn't.

I heard Nahkti snarl as he whirled upon whoever had made that remark. The next thing I knew, the person had been hurled into the stone wall, and everybody was backing away. I just stood perfectly still, gaping at the surprising display of strength-he was three times smaller than the man, yet he had hurled him without even the slightest difficulty.

Eyes dark with fury, Nahkti turned on the retreating multitude and shouted, "listen hear, you spineless maggots! This boy is under my protection! Any insult toward him is an insult towards me, so I suggest you leave him alone!" Crossing his arms, he yelled, "Anyone who forgets that suggestion will have to answer to me!"

I quivered with surprise at his exhibit of infuriation and might, quickly reminding myself to stay on his slightly-less-than-murderous side; since he obviously didn't have a good side.

Apparently over his outburst, Nahkti gathered up his treasures again and peeked at me. "Come on." Entirely speechless, I followed him. This time, everything was silent. It wasn't until we had both rounded the curve that I heard another thing said.

"He must be a really good bed slave."