Slave of Destruction

Slave of Destruction

Hato chiisai

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh and blah blah blah blah blah…………. There. Done.

This fic is hereby dedicated to Ryou-Bakura, or, on other sites, Bishoujo Shadow!!!

YAOI WARNING

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Chapter 3

Ryou’s Fight

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Ryou opened his eyes when he felt hands on him. He opened them and looked up at two middle aged men. Both were slaves, and they were removing the chains from Ryou. They helped him to his feet and supported him between them as Ryou was still unable to walk on his own.

“Easy boy.” The one on Ryou’s right said. Ryou groaned and vaguely registered the symbol on the man’s wrist cuff; snakes coiled around a scepter; this man was a healer. Ryou looked at the man on his other side, and saw a feather on his wrist cuff. Ryou was not sure what that meant. The man looked at him, and smiled sadly.

“I am Akunosh.” Said the healer. “And that is Hemaka.” Ryou blinked. Hemaka… he knew that name…. OH! He was the man that had not spoken in the 273 years since Set broke him. Ryou suddenly grew dizzy and stumbled.

“Oh! Hold him, Hemaka. We’re almost there…” They carried Ryou into the house and into a room that looked like a hospital. Akunosh guided Ryou to a bed and sat him down, while Hemaka kept Ryou upright. “Just a moment.” The healer said, and ran across the room. He came back with a bowl of water and a cloth, setting it down on the table by the cot. Then, he reached out and began laying his hands on Ryou, muttering under his breath. Ryou whimpered as he felt his shredded skin begin to heal. For nearly fifteen minutes, Akunosh worked, until Ryou no longer felt pain.

“There… Did I miss anything?” Akunosh asked, and Ryou shook his head, weakly. Akunosh nodded and began washing his bloody hands in the bowl. “Good. Hemaka, you can clean him up now.” Hemaka nodded and stripped Ryou down, then helped him into the next room, which was the bath that Ryou had been taken to the day before. Hemaka stripped, then lowered Ryou into the tub and got in with him. He washed the blood from Ryou’s body with gentle hands, smiling at him kindly the whole time.

“H-hemaka?” Ryou asked, softly. The man glanced at him, letting Ryou know he was listening. “I… I don’t want to pry, but… Has it really been 273 years since you’ve spoken?” Hemaka blinked, then sighed and nodded. “Are you… happy here?” Ryou asked, and Hemaka smiled and nodded. “The others keep saying that Set is a kind master….” Hemaka nodded vigorously. “He is?” Hemaka smiled and nodded. Ryou sighed. “I don’t want to be here…” Hemaka had finished washing Ryou, and was now standing in front of him, head cocked curiously. He frowned and Ryou looked at him. Hemaka reached out and touched a spot on Ryou’s neck, his eyes asking the question. Ryou knew that spot well. That was where Bakura had marked him, Christmas Eve, long ago when he had been alive… Ryou still remember that night clearly. (AN: That is in Koibito Yami, posted on aff.net and on my page on Ryou-Bakura’s web site)

“What about it?” Ryou asked Hemaka. Hemaka sighed, then slowly drew Ryou into his arms. Ryou felt his pulse quicken as Hemaka bent down and touched his lips to Ryou’s, not kissing him, merely mimicking a kiss, then moved to Ryou’s neck and pressed his teeth against the bite mark, gently. He then pulled back and looked at Ryou curiously. Ryou sighed, and nodded.

“Yes… My… lover gave me this. His name is Bakura…..” Ryou said, softly, and he sniffled. “I miss him…” He whimpered, and allowed Hemaka to gather him into his arms and hold him, comfortingly. Ryou laid his head on Hemaka’s shoulder and sniffled again.

Both jumped when a gong sounded in the distance. Hemaka smiled at Ryou and beckoned him to follow him. Ryou did, climbing out of the bath, and both got dressed again. Ryou chased an eager Hemaka down the hall, and he was led into a large room with three long tables in it. Slaves were pouring into the room and seating themselves at the tables. Hemaka grabbed Ryou’s hand and pulled him to the head of the middle table, sitting Ryou down at the right side of the chair at the head. He took the chair next to Ryou, and Iras and Kiya took the seat across from them. Then, Khamaat came in and all the slaves rose, Ryou included. She moved and stood by the chair at the head of the table. She looked over all of the slaves, who were watching her. Then, she turned and looked at Ryou. Her eyes flashed, and she raised her hand. A loud, resounding smack filled the room, and Ryou spun at the force of the hit and fell to the floor.

“How dare you?” Khamaat hissed. “HOW DARE YOU?!?” Ryou stared at the floor in shock, holding his injured cheek with one hand. “You openly defied and disrespected Master, after I told you precisely what to do! How dare you?!” Ryou slowly stood and glared at her.

“He is not my master.” Ryou snarled, and was once again slapped across the face. But he did not fall. He simply turned back and glared at her. “And neither are you, so you have no right to touch me.” Khamaat snarled and sat in her chair. The rest of the slaves sat as well. The kitchen slaves came out and began serving dinner; Ryou had been unconscious in the yard for breakfast and lunch, and he was starving. However, when the slave came to him, Khamaat raised her hand to stop the slave.

“He will be fed when he has earned it, as we have. He did no work, and showed disrespect to the Master. He has done nothing to convince me that he has earned his meal.” Ryou fought to keep his face emotionless as he was passed by. He wanted to run away and hide in a corner to sob his heart out. He was starving. He was frightened and alone. He missed Bakura… It was all Ryou could do to hold back his tears throughout the meal. The hall was filled with conversation, but no one even gave him a second glance. For the first time in thousands of years, Ryou felt completely alone, and lost.

Finally, everyone was finished with dinner, but Khamaat wasn’t finished with Ryou.

“You are under an Order of Silence.” She snapped, suddenly. “You are not permitted to speak unless asked a direct question, and you will keep your answer to a minimum. You are also confined to the house. You are not permitted onto the grounds. Set one toe outside, and you will be punished. Is that clear?” Ryou stared at her in shock, his mouth hanging open.

“You can’t just—“ Ryou was cut off by another slap.

“Master Set appointed me Head Slave. That means that I am in charge of the slaves, and that means you. Now do you understand?!” Ryou was holding his cheek and staring at the table in shock. He jumped when she banged her fist on the table before him. “I said, do you understand?!?” She snapped. Ryou slowly nodded.

“Yes…”

“Good. Now get out of my sight.” Khamaat snarled. Ryou didn’t wait for another slap; he jumped to his feet and ran from the room. He flew down the hall, not knowing where he was going. When he heard voice coming towards him up another corridor, he turned and bolted up a large staircase, and ran down a carpeted hall, again, not knowing where he was going. He ran through the maze of the house, up and down stairs until finally, he lost his balance and tumbled down a flight of stairs and slammed into the wall at the bottom. He dragged himself into a corner, curled up into a ball and sobbed.

“Bakura….” He moaned. “Bakura…. Bakura… BAKURA!!!!”

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Marik sighed and rocked Bakura, who was wailing on his shoulder. Malik walked into the room, and both looked up hopefully.

“No luck…” The blonde hikari said, and Marik sighed while Bakura went back to his wailing. Yami walked in and winced.

“No luck?”

“No.” Malik said, and Yami sat down by Bakura.

“Bakura, we won’t quit. We’ll find him. We’re in the Kingdom of Osiris, what
could happen to him?”

“Souls change, Yami.” Bakura whimpered. “Some souls that were good when they entered this place are no longer good. There ARE those out there who would hurt him! I just can’t believe he’d disappear without a trace!” They all turned when Yugi, Mikado and Ahmose came in.

“I could see nothing in the fire.” Ahmose said, rubbing his eyes after hours of fire gazing. “If he were in mortal danger, the fire would have told me.”

“His parents don’t know where his is either.” Yugi said. “His mother was worried to death, and started crying when I told her we had lost him. His father didn’t look too good either.”

“I searched the area around the river again. I couldn’t find any clues.” Mikado said. “That’s bad, because we don’t have any leads, but it’s also good; there were no signs of a struggle. Wherever he went, I think it was willingly.”

“It’s a big afterlife… he could be anywhere.” Marik sighed, and Bakura began crying again.

“Ryou… where are you?! Ryou…. RYOU!!!!!”

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Ryou jerked awake and looked around fearfully. He looked up at the young man that had woken him. The man looked very irritated.

“Where have you been?! We’ve been searching for you for over an hour!” He roughly jerked Ryou to his feet and clipped a chain to his collar and chained his wrists together. “Khamaat is furious!”

“Oh! No! Don’t take me to her!” Ryou gasped, and the man turned and cuffed Ryou upside the head. “Ahh!!”

“You are under the Order of Silence!! I will inform her that you broke that taboo! Now be silent!” He walked briskly through the halls, Ryou scampering after him. After nearly ten minutes, they reached another large, long room, this one lined with beds.

“Neshi! Where was he?!” Khamaat shouted, storming across the room.

“He was sleeping at the base of the stairs by the south door to the courtyard. And he has already spoken out of turn.” Neshi said. Khamaat took the chain around Ryou’s neck, and jerked it harshly. Ryou yelped as he was once again slapped across the face. “That is your only warning. Speak out of turn again, and you will be flogged.” She whirled and jerked the chain again, and Ryou stumbled after her to the other end of the room. She dragged him through a door into a tiny room. She removed the chain from his collar and shoved him to the floor.

“You will sleep in solitary confinement until you learn to behave properly.” She snapped, and slammed the door, leaving Ryou in pitch blackness. The boy whimpered and felt around the room, finding a spot in the corner set up like a bed, with soft padding to sleep on and a pillow and blanket. Ryou crawled into the bed and nestled down in the covers. Moments later the tears were falling, and those nearest to the room went to sleep listening to the heartbroken wailing from inside the solitary confinement unit.

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Ryou woke up when the door banged open. He looked up and stared, frightened, at Khamaat. She stared down at him.

“Time to get up, boy.” She said, and Ryou stood. She approached him and touched his cheek, gently. Ryou winced as she prodded the bruise that she had given him. “I sincerely apologize. What is your name again?”

“Ryou.” Ryou whispered. Khamaat sighed and nodded, taking Ryou’s hand, gently.

“Ryou, then. I’m sorry. It’s just, Master Set has not purchased a new slave in so long. I haven’t had to deal with a rebel for quite some time.” She smiled gently at him. “When you disrespected Master yesterday, I felt that it made me look bad. I felt so humiliated. I was furious, and I took it out on you. I’m sorry for hitting you like I did. I won’t lose my temper like that again. Now, how do you feel?”

“………”

“Say that again?”

“Nothing….”

“No, what did you say.”

“Nothing.” Ryou said again, but his stomach grumbled loudly. Khamaat stopped and looked at him with a mixture of amusement and pity.

“Hungry, apparently. You must understand, you are not permitted to eat unless you have earned it. It is a part of the slave breaking process, and ordered by Master. I allowed you to sleep in so you would miss breakfast, and not have to sit around and watch us eat.”

“Thank you.” Ryou said, softly. He jumped when his hand was slapped. Khamaat looked at him.

“You spoke out of turn again. That is another order from the Master. I’m sorry, but you must not speak.” Ryou sighed and nodded his understanding. “Now, today you begin to work. What do you feel are your strengths?” Ryou shrugged. “Well, you must be good at something. Tell me.”

“I, I suppose I can cook…” Ryou whispered.

“Very well then. You will be put in charge of making Master’s lunch, and you will serve it to him. Peshet will instruct you on how to do that when the time comes. Here’s the kitchen.” Khamaat said, and led Ryou in. “Peshet, this is the new slave, Ryou. Ryou, this is the Head Cook, Peshet. You will be working under her until lunch. And if you do well, you will be joining us for lunch. However, if you get caught sneaking food behind our backs, you will be flogged. Understand?” Ryou winced and nodded. Khamaat pet him on the head, and left the room.

“Well then. Let’s see what you can do!” Peshet said, cheerfully. “You will be making Master’s lunch. He enjoys soup mostly, at the midday meal, with something solid on the side. Can you handle that?” Ryou nodded. “Very well. What will you need?”

“Ummm….. Chicken broth, spinach…. Ummm, meatballs, and pasta.” Ryou said, deciding to make his favorite soup; Italian Style Wedding Soup with Meatballs. “And…. Mushrooms, crab meat, shrimp………”

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After Ryou had given Peshet an extensive list, she began showing him around the kitchen while other slaves gathered the ingredients.

“I have no idea what you’re making, but I would like to help you so that I may learn how to cook what you’re cooking.” Peshet said, as Ryou was presented with the materials he had requested. Ryou nodded silently, and began to cook. Peshet watched all that he did, very carefully, so that she could learn. When Ryou set the seafood stuffed mushrooms to bake, he began on the soup. With Peshet’s help, they had a rather large cauldron of it boiling in what felt like no time to Ryou, and then, they got out the mushrooms and covered them in the mozzarella sauce, and melted some actual mozzarella over it. Ryou suddenly realized that three hours had passed, and that he was done making Set’s lunch. Peshet suddenly held a mushroom out to Ryou, with a smile.

“We always try it, just to make sure they came out right.” She said, with a mischievous wink. Ryou smiled and held his mushroom. “Your recipe, you first.” Peshet said, and Ryou noticed all the other slaves watching him. Ryou sighed, and took a bite of the mushroom. He had to fight the urge to moan; he hadn’t eaten in over a day, and the mushroom tasted sooo good… Peshet popped a mushroom into her mouth, and her eyes widened.

“Fabulous!!” She cried, and Ryou smiled, savoring his mushroom. “Now we try the soup.” They both got a large spoonful of soup, and Peshet continued to gush over how good it was, until she was interrupted by the ringing of a bell. “Oh. Master is waiting.” The slaves ran around and got a large bowl filling it with soup, and putting some mushrooms on a platter. “Now, Ryou.” Peshet said, shoving a second mushroom into Ryou’s mouth. “You will carry the food out to Master, in silence. You will keep your eyes to the floor. Be very careful not to spill a drop. Once you have served Master, you will leave the room. You will back out of the room, head down, and wrists crossed. When you hit the doors, you will bow at the waist, then leave the room. If he has any guests, they will be served next. And you will once again leave the room in the same way, and continue to do so until you are finished serving. You will not speak unless directly asked a question. Understand?” Peshet asked, petting Ryou’s hair. Ryou nodded, scowling. He was then given and large tray with what was a huge mixing bowl to Ryou, full of soup. He had to lift the tray to his shoulder to hold it. He then turned, and left the kitchens.

Set sat at the dining table, with a guest sitting by his side. Ryou nearly tripped when he saw who it was; it was Horus. The falcon headed god stared at Ryou, and Ryou stared right back, eyes wide. Set chuckled.

“He seems to find you interesting.” Set said to his guest, noticing Ryou staring.

“He is apparently not yet broken.”

“Not yet. But he will be soon.” Set replied, and both gods looked at Ryou when the boy snorted. Ryou heaved the tray to the table and shoved it over so it sat before Set. “What is on the menu, little one?” Set asked, patting Ryou on the head. Ryou yelped and jumped back, shoving Set’s hand away. Horus raised his eyebrows.

“Don’t touch me!” Ryou cried, determined to show his defiance. Set laughed.

“Answer my question, and I will let that slide. What is on the menu?”

“Seafood Stuffed Mushrooms and Italian Style Wedding Soup with Meatballs.” Ryou said, and turned his back on the gods, storming out of the room. When he re-entered the kitchen, he saw the slaves staring at him in shock. He grabbed the two trays of mushrooms and went back out again, returning the gods’ stares with a glare. He set the mushrooms on the table, then turned his back and left again, returning with another large bowl of soup for Horus. He then turned his back and began to stomp out of the room again but suddenly found a large hand around his waist, and he yelped as he was dragged back.

“AHH!! HEY!! GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!!!” He screamed in anger.

“He is in much need of discipline, Uncle.” Horus said, eyeing Ryou, who was struggling in Set’s grip.

“He is quite feisty.” Set chuckled, holding up the screaming, squirming youth. He plopped Ryou down in his lap and held his wrists behind his back with one hand, and held his ankles with the other. “What is your name again?”

“LET GO!”

“What is your name?”

“LET ME GO!!!” Ryou screamed, writhing against the grip of the god. Set suddenly released him, and struck Ryou upside the head, sending him crashing to the floor, where he lay moaning. Ryou slowly rolled onto his back, and gasped when Set stood towering over him, and placed a foot on the boy’s chest.

“Your name…” Set growled, and Ryou began to tremble.

“……..”

“What?”

“Ryou!” Ryou whimpered, then screamed as Set increased the pressure on his ribs.

“Ryou. Do you honestly want to repeat yesterday?” Set asked, and Ryou squeaked and shook his head. “Then you will show respect.” Ryou scowled and shook his head again. Set sighed and his ears drooped slightly. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He said, then snarled, “But I will.” And he reached down, and seized Ryou’s wrists again, dragging him across the room and to the large fireplace that sat across from the table. He picked up Ryou and dropped him onto the hearth. Ryou screamed and struggled as his wrists were pulled high above his head. There were metal rings hammered into the hearth, and chains attached to the rings. Set chained Ryou’s wrists and ankles tightly. Ryou was the smallest slave he had ever had, so his body was being stretched painfully. Ryou groaned and writhed as much as he could. But he began to cry when Set seized a poker and shoved it into the hot coals. He then turned, and left Ryou where he lay and sat down again to eat. He and Horus conversed quietly, ignoring Ryou.

Ryou lay there for what felt like hours, dreading what would happen when the gods finished their lunch. He knew he was in for more pain, but he refused to bend to the will of Set. He had to be brave… like Bakura…

“Bakura…” He whispered, his lover’s name a prayer on his lips. “Bakura…”

“Well, Ryou…” Set said, suddenly, getting up and coming over, Horus following. “Have you thought about what you have done?” Ryou glared at Set.

“Get away from me…” Ryou hissed. Set frowned.

“I give you a chance, and you throw it in my face…” He sighed, and reached over Ryou, grabbing the handle of the poker. He pulled it out and Ryou sobbed in terror at the sight of the glowing metal. Set looked at it for a moment, then looked down at Ryou, who was whimpering and squirming. He had realized that the object was not a poker; it was a branding iron.

“P-please… No….” Ryou gasped. Set shrugged.

“You must be branded anyway. I may as well do it now. Horus, if you would?” Horus nodded and tied a cloth napkin around Ryou’s head going through his teeth like a gag and giving him something to bite, then held his shoulders firmly. “Brace yourself, boy. This is going to hurt.” Set said, and pressed the brand on Ryou’s chest, below his left collar bone. The sound of sizzling flesh was drowned out by Ryou’s piercing shriek of pain. He writhed in Horus’ grip, tears flooding down his face. The stench of burning flesh filled the room, and Set finally pulled the branding iron back. Horus released Ryou who had gone limp, and Set released the boy’s arms and legs. He stood by the hearth and stroked Ryou’s hair. Horus handed him a goblet of cold water, and Set poured it out over Ryou’s burn. The boy whimpered and thrashed a bit.

“PESHET!!!” Set called, and the woman quickly came into the room, looking quite pale. She knelt, peering up curiously at Ryou, writhing on the hearth.

“Did he disappoint you Master?”

“He has much to learn. He needed to be punished, and I killed two birds with one stone by branding him without the comfort of wine. You may take him to Akunosh now. And when he comes back to himself,” here, he pet Ryou’s hair again. “Tell him that I greatly enjoyed my lunch. Now Horus, let us return to my office and finish conducting our business.” And Set and Horus left the room. Peshet rushed to Ryou’s side, stroking his sweaty cheek.

“Ryou…. Why do you disobey him?” She asked, softly, and then hurried off to get some slaves to help her carry him.

Ryou was in the care of Akunosh when he finally snapped out of his trauma. The man was working off to the side, and Ryou was surprised at the bandage on his chest.

“I thought I was to be healed…?” Ryou said, and Akunosh looked at him.

“No. That wound must scar. It shows that you belong to Master Set.”

“But I don’t want it to scar! I want it to go away!” Ryou cried, desperately. Akunosh shook his head.

“No. It must scar. Now that you are alright, I shall summon Khamaat.”

“Will… will she be angry with me?”

“I do not know.” Akunosh said, pulling a string on the wall. A few minutes later, Khamaat came in and frowned at Ryou.

“You rebelled again?” She asked, sternly, and Ryou glared at the floor. Khamaat sighed. “Oh well. Come. You have missed lunch,” Ryou winced, “so you can go out to the courtyard to help the gardeners.” Ryou sighed, but followed quietly, cringing at the pain that the burn still radiated. He soon forgot about the pain when he entered the courtyard. His eyes widened and sparkled. It was beautiful. A circular pool dominated the center, with a marble fountain rising from the center. The pool branched out on four channels to the four corners of the courtyard. In the corners were quarter-circle pools with fountains filling them from the walls. And all around were beautiful trees and plants and flowers and vines. The smell was thick, and sweet, and for some reason, it even eased Ryou’s hunger pangs a bit. A delighted grin came to his face when he noticed the large goldfish swimming in the water. Three slaves looked up from their work at his and Khamaat’s entrance.

“Good afternoon. Ryou will be joining you for now.” Khamaat said, and laughed lightly at Ryou’s fascination with the garden; he wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention to anyone else. “Ryou?” Ryou blinked and looked at her. “These three will tell you what to do, alright?” Ryou nodded, and Khamaat left. Ryou looked at the slaves that stared at him. He opened his mouth to ask for their names, but suddenly remembered his Order of Silence, and he quickly closed his mouth, looking down to the ground.

“Ryou, is it?” One slave, the female, asked. Ryou nodded. “I’m Ubastet. I’ll teach you what to do. Now come here.” Ryou obeyed.


Ryou sat silently at the dinner table, once again staring at his empty plate. Khamaat had seen to it that he was given water, and nothing else. The hall was filled with happy conversation, but Ryou was silent. He wanted to break down, and scream and cry, but he refused to. Instead, he stared down at his reflection in the silver plate before him, and tried to trick himself into thinking that the face staring back at him was Bakura, and not his reflection. He smiled slightly to himself, and watched his reflection do the same. He frowned, then altered the smile to resemble Bakura’s affectionate smirk. And suddenly, it was Bakura staring at him. And that was all Ryou could take. He slumped forwards onto the table, buried his face in his arms, and sobbed.

The other slaves slowly grew silent until Ryou’s pitiful wails were the only sound in the room. Khamaat quickly stood and put her hands on Ryou’s shoulders.

“Ryou?” She asked, startled and slightly alarmed by Ryou’s sudden outburst. “Ryou, are you alright?!” Ryou didn’t answer, he only continued to cry. “Ryou, talk to me…” Ryou sobbed something into his arms. “Say that again?” Khamaat requested, pulling Ryou up to lean on her. “What did you say?”

“B-B-Bakura!!!” Ryou sobbed, and slumped limply against Khamaat.

“Bakura? What is Bakura?” Khamaat asked.

“I want Bakura!!! I want to go home!! I want to go back to Bakura!!!”

“Who is Bakura?” Khamaat asked again, then looked up when Hemaka waved to get her attention. He tilted Ryou’s head to the side, and showed Khamaat Ryou’s neck, where Bakura had marked him as his. Khamaat gasped. “Oh… Your… lover?” She asked Ryou.

“I want Bakura!!!” Ryou wailed, his misery extremely apparent to all who were listening. Khamaat and Hemaka lowered Ryou to the floor, and the Head Slave began to rock him softly and croon to him, trying to calm him down.

“Hush… Shhh…… It’s okay. Don’t cry. You’ll soon forget him.”

“NO!! I don’t WANT to forget him!!! I want to go back to him!!!!”

“Ryou this is your home now—“

“If he isn’t here, then it is not my home!!!” Ryou yelled, slamming his fist into the floor. Khamaat chose not to argue, and simply continued to rock Ryou, doing all she could to soothe him. It was over and hour later that Ryou finally grew quiet, and Khamaat smiled when she found him to have cried himself to sleep. She looked up at Hemaka.

“Return him to his room, please.” She said, and left Ryou in Hemaka’s arms. The man smiled down at Ryou, then left the now empty hall and carried Ryou to the sleeping chamber. He laid Ryou down on his bed and tucked him in, before closing and locking the door to the solitary confinement, leaving Ryou in black silence.

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Awwwww…… *sniff* Poor Ryou…….. *cuddles him* If you think today was bad for him, wait until you see what happens the next day! Ryou never saw it coming. Oh, and no, there will not be a romance between Ryou and Hemaka.

Next Chapter: Finally Broken

lokivsanubis: All will be revealed.

Itavita: Yeah, Set is kinda freaky... but I like him. ^.^

Yunasgrace: because I'm evil. And obviously, a crazy father sells his own son.

sglily: Yes indeed. But any Ryou is a sexy Ryou. And you will see Bakura later on. It's not like he doesn't NOTICE that Ryou is gone.

ruri_star: Huh? Write like what? O.o