Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Under The Sun; Book 1: A Slaves Tale ❯ Part 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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A big thank you to sonata hirano for her fantastic work on this and previous works I've written such as Shades Of Grey, which without her help wouldn't have come to you at all. And quick note to all my readers that I thank you for taking the time out of your day to read my works.

This is an AU, alternate universe story, and I have no connection to the writers or creators of Yu-Gi-Oh! Nor do I profit from the creation of this Fan Fiction. Abuse both mental and physical are mentioned and will later be detailed. Sexual contact of both consensual and non-consensual, hetro and homosexual will be apart of this story so if these things offend you I surgiest you don't proceed in reading the actual story. And lastly reviews are very welcome along with any constructive criticisms you may have of what has been written.

Thank you for Reading

Aghony

A Slaves Tale

Part Three

I was sitting on the Pharaoh's large bed a moon cycle later, awaiting him as Ra crept past the horizon, the colour of bloody flames when Jono marched in and grabbed my wrist with out a word dragging me along the hall as he spoke, “Come Seto. Our Pharaoh and his grace High Priest are in need of your presence.” Fear flooded me, not mine but his and I got flickers of information, someone…important was missing, some one had been taken.

A gasp fell from my lips, my legs falling from underneath me just as we enter the Princes' chambers, the guards emotions too much and my mind couldn't handle it, so it uses one thing it shuts down what its unnecessary, which happened to be my legs.

Over the last moon cycle we had been learning my powers and found that when over loaded it starts cutting off things so it could work, and at one point I had ended up near on paralysed.

Wrenching my wrist from his grasp I sat panting on the floor my mind slowly catching up and was very shocked when Seth rushed over and touched me, something he had been very odd about since I had come to the palace and become the Pharaohs `pet'. His emotions and thoughts flooded through me and I sucked in a startled breath, chocked on the air and swayed at the power of them.

Fear; for his prince, young Prince Yugi was missing and for me, that I might be the next target for a kidnapper wanting to get back at him and the Pharaoh.

Rage; that Yugi was probably in danger and we had no idea where he was or what had happened to him.

Resignation; that my powers, are newly budding and untried for the most part, may be the only way to find the Prince.

“Seth, please,” I wheezed and he released me, allowing me a moment to process what was happening around me.

The Pharaoh paced frantically in the living area of the Princes chambers, his younger brother's crown in his hands as he moved in fluid movements that made my breath catch. His eyes that eerie red they became when he was furious and his knuckles white.

Mahaho and Mana were sitting on the right, a small raise platform I had sat with the Prince on as we played Senet and he spoke of his brother, the great Pharaoh of Upper Egypt.

Jono stood on my right and Seth on my left as I knelt on the floor and breathed in and out, trying to calm myself. Even now, with no one touching me I could feel them all, Mahado was worried for his Pharaoh, afraid for his Prince and strangely calm knowing he could only do as much as the gods allowed.

He really disliked my ability to slip in and out of people's heads, namely his, though there was another that disliked it more.

Father, was the one who seemed to hate me. Father who had something he didn't want me or any other to know.

The Pharaoh, Atemu, still pacing incessantly was wondering who would dare take his little brother, for what prepose and to what end. Would they kill him for revenge? Would they hold him for ransom? Where they taking care of him? Torturing him?

Mana; sweet optimistic Mana, was watching me, hoping I could help return her Prince , she was very attached to the younger boy. Her heart rate was up, sweat was collecting in her palms from her nervousness and desire to search for Yugi instead of the heat she often complained about.

Jono was watching the windows and out of the corner of his eyes, he could also feel me feeling everyone else and released a small sigh before murmuring “I apologise, Young Seto, I was careless and forgot myself.” He knew how hard it was for me to protect myself, to hold everything out and not read every person near me.

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The Princes' bed chambers was a smaller version of the Pharaohs, only his window had a view of the dunes instead of the Nile but what froze my blood and rendered me speechless was the whip that lay, bloodied across the Princes bed. A long, thick leathered three tailed whip used by slavers and those of high standing which could brake bones and tear skin from a person in seconds.

My breathing was once again laboured as I remembered the agony of the weapon, the painful thwack as it hit my flesh and it was the Pharaoh who shook me of my sudden stupor “Seto, we need your help, now!” he barked and I nodded closing my eyes.

Moving forward I breathed through my mouth and lightly touched the weapon, the whips' memory causing my legs to fall and I cried out as other things filtered through.

A mothers a voice, “Please! He's just a boy!”

A child's scream.

Laughter ,it was cruel and pleasured.

A man crying out in pain, his voice breaking with agony as a voice came, echoing in its cruelty distorted and demonic, “This is what you get thief, what you get for stealing! For being a filthy and dirty whore!”

And then, another cry, following the harsh words.

Then another voice; this one was male and thick with rage, “They used this on him, Prince! He returned to me near death! How can your brother do this to his people, people he claims to love?”

“He didn't order it, Akefia, Atemu would never demand this! He is trying to help them, the slaves and the bandits! He wants his people free!” The Prince said his voice pleading.

“My brother lays, his back almost skinned while you make excuses! You will come with me and when your brother comes well, we'll see, we'll see if he will hunt for you, little Prince,” AkefIA said his voice was chillingly cold.

The whip was jerked from my fingers and I pressed my face into the side of the princes' bed, breathing deeply as I clenched my eyes closed, grateful to have it way from me, though other things were now reaching out. Sharing their knowledge and their memory.

“What did you see, my pet?” the Pharaoh asked and I spoke in a whisper, “So much pain, that weapon it caused so much pain.”

Trying to convey relevant information I whispered, “Someone came, the Prince named him Akefia, he was so,” Shivers broke out and I huddled in on myself my eyes still closed. “So enraged at the treatment his brother had received, he believes that you ordered his brother to be whipped with it. He took the Prince, he wants to see if you will come for your brother, and if you will take the punishment he has chosen for you, to have Prince Yugi returned to you, you must submit to it,” I whispered.

“The Thief King took Prince Yugi?” Jono demanded and I glanced up tiredly whispering, “The man, the rider from that Ra, was he Akefia's brother?”

“Yes, his younger sibling,” Seth answered for his lover and I shuddered.

“Was he whipped for punishment?” I questioned and a gruff voice came harsh with venom, “If a thief is whipped let him be, stealing will never be condoned in Kemet.” I turned just enough to see our father in the door way with a slave at his side her head bowed and her shoulders rounded.

“Priest Ahknadin, what brings you here?” the Pharaoh demanded looking at the older man who glared at me, “I wonder, my Pharaoh why you defile the princes' chambers with this…filth, to allow him to spread across the princes bed is…” he said pausing to search for a word.

“Ahknadin, what my pet does is my business and the business of the High Priest as his elder brother,” Atemu said as he moved to my side, still speaking, “Now Priest tell me, what brings you here?”

“I have heard whispers, my Pharaoh that the young Prince has been taken,” Father said as I turned to stare at the floor, feeling like the filth he had named me, tears pooling in my eyes as the Princes voice echoed threw my mind.

“Akefia, my brother will come, he will take pity on your plight, he will help you,”

“No, he wont, for he is a Pharaoh and I a thief, a no good thief and to give me pardon would cast his name black in the eyes of all Kemet,” Akefia said and I gasped at the feeling of cold, hard callused hands gripping my arms. Those hands were pulling me, the Prince into a strong chest.

“Hmm,” I whispered frowning as I looked to the window, they had fled threw there, with more men waiting out side the city. Prince Yugi had left without a word of protest, safe in his belief that his brother would save him though something else lingered, some deep desire he had hidden.

“What is it slave? What do you think you see now?” father demanded and I huddled, drawing away from him.

“Answer me!” he snapped as the Pharaoh lightly touched my hair and I glanced up and saw the question in his face and spoke, “Prince Yugi left without protest. Sure that you my Pharaoh would come for him and I felt the thief Kings knowledge that there were more men, around five or six outside the city.” My voice and body were radiating submissiveness, obedience, as I waited to be struck for speaking such blasphemy.

“Thank you my pet,” Atemu said as he sat on his brothers bed, wary and scared, pressing my head onto his lap, where he liked me, curled around his legs as he stroked my hair and thinking of ways to get to his brother.

“You believe his blasphemy? That your brother had left with the Thief and murder willingly?” Father demanded and I shrunk further into Atemu wanting to hide from my fathers' scorn and his hatred of me.

If he knew would he hate me?

Does he hate me because he believes Mother had me with another?

“Yes, Seto is a power, and I believe him for he would not speak an untruth for fear of punishment,” the Pharaoh said “Also Yugi and I had spoken. I had told him that should someone come for him; and did not threaten to kill him only hold him for ransom that he should go with them. Akefia wants to punish me as repayment for his brothers pain, and to get into a position where he could get me to allow such a thing, he would have to take my brother.”

“Why not your wife? Or the High Priest?” Father asked and Atemu shook his head as I glanced up at him, “My wife and I are not close Uncle, you know this and Seth, he is much too strong, The Thief King could not hope to take him without risking serious, mayhap fatal injuries upon himself.”

“Your Pet then, you are very close with it,” Father demanded and I felt his desire to be ride of me, for should the Pharaoh fall and Seth rise the throne as father wanted I would be prince and that would never do.

“Seto is as you have said a slave, the Thief King would not think that I would hold any feelings for him, and probably does not even know of the High Priest shared blood. Mayhap he knows not of him at all,” Atemu said.

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It was early the next Ra when we headed out, Atemu allowing me to come, though I knew his real reasons. Too accustomed to my near constant presence he would have become edgier and that would be bad on a mission such as this. Also, I had some training in healing, having had to tend to the wounds of other slaves so should they need any extra set of hands mine would be handy.

“My Pharaoh are you sure it is wise for your pet to be here?” a guard asked as he rode on the other side of the Pharaoh, who smiled indulgently at him as his eyes slid to mine and sparkled with amusement.

“Yes Ish, I am very pleased he has joined us,” he said as we rode, not too fast or the horses would tier quickly and we have a long ride ahead of us anyway.

“…Very well, my Pharaoh,” he murmured though his eyes narrowed and Rykier, Ishs' ever present shadow moved up closer, as if to stop the royal guard from doing something he would regrate later.

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Ra set swiftly, his beauty swallowed by the edge of our plan we huddled around a small fire that the guards had set up, and Atemu rested his head upon my shoulder, yawning warily as he watched the flames. “Seto, do you feel my brother?” he asked and I startled my eyes darting over to him, “No, my Pharaoh, I feel nothing.”

“Your shielding hard this night, why?” he asked pulling up as he faced me, his eyes wide and I blinked wondering how he couldn't feel it.

“The sands of our great land, my Pharaoh, have claimed many lives and some where placed here already near death, to allow the sands to swallow their bodies,” I murmured my eyes darting away. Scanning the dark, “I fear I will be sucked into the sands memory and be unable to pull away. Mahado has trained me as well as he can how to protect myself, but I must concentrate at all times and not be startled, or I will lose it and feel all,” my voice a whisper in the dark.

Another memory . Coming from the sand

“Hmm, Seto do you believe IN my dream of a free Kemet futile?” he asked, “You have been at the bottom of it all, a slave for the cruel, do you believe I can save my people and stop their torture?”

“My Pharaoh, though I am in the Palace now, and in your care I am and will always be a slave, no mater how well treated I am it is the story of my life,” I said looking up at the star-studded sky, “And no. I do not believe your dreams are futile, you will do what you can but I fear that our people are not ready to embrace your way of thinking and thus your dream will not be realised for many centuries.”

“Hmmm, do you truly believe your self as a slave?” he asked and I looked at him, noting the sadness in his eyes and whispered, “Yes, and no matter how well you treat me or, how many pretty things you give me,” I touched my collar as I spoke, “I will always be one. In the eyes of those around us I will forever be one. Only to my brother, Jono, Mana, Prince Yugi and yourself am I different,” I told him.

“Well mayhap, when we return I shale fix that,” he said and I shook my head most adamantly, catching many eyes, causing the guards to turn their attention to us as I breathed.

“No, please my Pharaoh, if you released me from your service I would not be able to stay with you. I would not know how to live,” I whispered my fear making my eyes water and he stared at me wide eyed before they softened and he gently touched my check. Leaning in as he pressed his lips to my forehead as I closed my eyes and listened as he murmured, “Alright, my pet, all right,” and a shiver of relief travelled the length of my frame.

Pulling me down, he stroked my hair as I curled up beside him, my cheek pressed against his thigh and my eyes drifted shut, the soothing motion of his fingers smoothing through the strands of my hair sending me to sleep, into the land of dreams and dream I did.

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My apologise that this chapter is so short the next will be extra long to compensate.

Aghony