Touch The Stars
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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25
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9,878
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99
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Chapter 4
Touch the Stars
Hato chiisai
Disclaimer: No own.
YAOI WARNING
Pharaoh- Marik- telekinetic
Emperor- Bakura- telepath
King- Yami- teleporter
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Chapter 4
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Ryou tried to stay silent as he was dragged through the palace and down into the dungeons. They were dark, and cold and wet, and he saw that the prisoners that were suffering the most were native Egyptonians. But with the hot dry weather of the planet, he wasn’t surprised. It wasn’t that cold to him, he found it quite pleasant, but the Egyptonians were shivering. Ryou decided that the dungeons weren’t so bad. They were better than being up outside. The dry wind, the broiling temperatures and the hot sun would probably kill him in a day. But he was quite comfortable in the dungeons. The dim light, wet air and cool temperature reminded him of home. Well… not the stone… all that was lacking was the lush vegetation that he would play in as a boy. Before his father stepped down and passed away. Before his mother went on a diplomatic mission from which she never returned. Before his brother became Emperor.
Ryou was jerked out of his thoughts at the shriek of an un-oiled door. He stumbled in, still exhausted from being marched through the Imperial city of Egyptonia, Menefer. He looked around the chamber and froze. He recognized many of the devices in there. After all, he had convinced his brother to outlaw many of them. They were horrible torture devices that he had seen used when he was young, and he had hated them. But there was one he didn’t recognize, and it was to this that he was being pulled towards.
“What, what are you doing?!” Ryou gasped, beginning to fight, and getting a very bad feeling.
“Silence.” He was ordered.
“What?” Ryou shouted. “NO!! Pharaoh Marik! He, he said I wasn’t to be hurt! What are you doing?! He said—“ He was cut off by a hand around his neck.
“And you won’t be hurt. At least, not to his knowledge. And should he find out, you will be responsible for the death of every person you see down here. Do you really want that on your head?” The Commander hissed, and Ryou felt tears trickle down his face as the other gaurds let loose cruel laughs. Ryou screamed and began to fight as his clothes were stripped from his body until he was naked. Screaming, he was dragged up to the massive silver ring with encasing units on the four corners of a square that could be drawn in it. It was in these encasements that his hands and feet were sealed so that he hung spread eagle, completely helpless.
He tried to hold back his cries of fear as the guards stepped away and out of view. He felt his fearful trembling amplify as silver disks rose out of the floor before and behind him, before moving in and encasing him completely it what was like a giant upright Petri dish. He jumped when he heard static in the disturbing silence.
“Alright, your Highness…” He heard the commander sneer. “This is called a nerve stimulator. Electrical currents fill this chamber, mimicking the pulses that are sent between your brain and nerve endings. Basically, it stimulates every nerve into feeling intense pain.” Ryou gulped and couldn’t stop the sob that escaped his chest. “Now… I will ask you a question, and you will answer. The restraints have lie detectors built in, and every time you refuse to answer, or lie, you will get a bit of… encouragement.” And Ryou shrieked as the chamber filled with tiny blue electric bolts, and automatically, he felt a stinging all over his body. As soon as it had come, the pain was gone, and he was alone in the dark.
“That was nothing, Prince. Now, let’s begin. What is your brother’s current location?” Ryou closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, refusing to talk. He would die writhing in agony before he gave up Bakura.
“As you wish.” The Commander said, and flipped the switch, sitting back and smiling, listening to the agonized shrieks of the Assyrian Prince.
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Bakura rolled over for the eigth time in the past minute. He finally sat up. He couldn’t sleep. He got out of his Nest and stood.
“Window.” He said, and two metal panels slid aside, revealing a window out onto the stars. He slowly approached it, and looked out into the timeless, endless sparkling black oblivion that was space. He was startled to find a tear trailing down his face, and he quickly brushed it away. He thought that he had shed his tears for his brother’s capture, but apparently, he wasn’t finished yet.
Pulling on a robe, Bakura left his room and headed down the cold, silent corridor of the Imperial Flag Ship and finally stopped at a blank door. He pressed his hand onto the panel, and it scanned him, before admitting him. He entered the dark room.
“Window.” He said, and the window opened, illuminating the room with soft glow of starlight. Bakura looked around his little brother’s room. This was the room that they used to share when their father still lived, but now, it was Ryou’s.
Bakrua turned and slowly walked along the wall, smiling at the video images of scenes of his family. He passed one of himself in his father’s arms, and a newborn Ryou in their mother’s arms, and he, a curious little three year old was doing all he could to get his hands on his new baby brother. Bakura smiled and moved along to the next. It was himself, being posed for a picture with his brother on his lap, but he wouldn’t quit poking and prodding the infant in his lap, so little baby Ryou was fussing non stop. The next was baby Ryou in his Cradle Nest, and this was followed by Bakura trying to feed Ryou some of his lunch, but Ryou ignored Bakura, favoring his bottle. Bakura smiled as he watched himself snatch the bottle from the baby and begin to drink from it himself, making his little brother furious, and boy did Ryou voice it. Bakura watched his parents come into the scene and give the bottle back to Ryou before backing out of sight, and the scene started playing again.
“I was a brat…” Bakura muttered to himself. He continued to move along the wall until he reached one of the last pictures. It was the annual family portrait. And this one was especially different from the others. In all of the pictures, there was a man and a woman, and a child. And then, there were two children, and a man and a woman. But in this picture, there was no man and woman. Bakura stared at himself, fifteen years old and newly crowned Emperor. And beside him, pressed into his side, was his little twelve year old brother Ryou, his eyes looking hollow.
Bakura followed the pictures up through the next three years. The life returned to Ryou’s eyes, but in all of the pictures, the Prince was pressed into his brother’s side. Yes, Ryou was like that after they lost their parents. The fifteen year old Prince was very close to Bakura, who had just turned nineteen. Bakura smiled slightly at the most recent picture. He was in robes of royal blue, and his younger brother wore a softer blue, and he had an arm around Ryou, holding him close. The loss of their parents had devastated them both, but it had brought them closer than ever. Bakura felt the tears well up in his eyes as he watched the video image of Ryou turn and look up at his brother, a shining smile on his face. He watched his own stern, aggressive self look down, and watched the stony expression melt off of his face and turn into an affectionate smile. The Bakura in the image wrapped both arms around Ryou and gave him a gentle hug, and Ryou looked more than happy to be there in his brother’s arms. Bakura reached up and tapped the small touch-button.
“I love you, Bakura…”
“I love you too, Ryou.” The video Bakura said, and pressed a light kiss on the top of his brother’s head.
“Are we done yet?” Ryou asked, and Bakura snickered.
“Not yet. Smile for the camera.”
“What do you think I’ve been doing?!”
“Patience, little brother. Do you have something better to do?”
“Maybe. But I’m not telling you.” Ryou said, and Bakura laughed and ruffled his brother’s hair. And the scene started over again.
Bakura tapped the touchpad silencing the image, and turned away, tears in his eyes. He never did like sending Ryou out on these missions. He was very protective of his little brother, and preferred to keep him in his sight. And if, no, WHEN he got Ryou back, he WOULD keep him in his sights. He would never send Ryou out alone like that again. He would never allow Ryou to be captured again. Never.
The Assyrian Emperor closed the window and stumbled blindly through the dark to the Nest on the other side of the room. Suddenly feeling exhausted, he collapsed onto it and huddled under the blankets that smelled faintly of Ryou. Bakura closed his eyes, and drifted to sleep.
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Hato chiisai
Disclaimer: No own.
YAOI WARNING
Pharaoh- Marik- telekinetic
Emperor- Bakura- telepath
King- Yami- teleporter
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 4
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ryou tried to stay silent as he was dragged through the palace and down into the dungeons. They were dark, and cold and wet, and he saw that the prisoners that were suffering the most were native Egyptonians. But with the hot dry weather of the planet, he wasn’t surprised. It wasn’t that cold to him, he found it quite pleasant, but the Egyptonians were shivering. Ryou decided that the dungeons weren’t so bad. They were better than being up outside. The dry wind, the broiling temperatures and the hot sun would probably kill him in a day. But he was quite comfortable in the dungeons. The dim light, wet air and cool temperature reminded him of home. Well… not the stone… all that was lacking was the lush vegetation that he would play in as a boy. Before his father stepped down and passed away. Before his mother went on a diplomatic mission from which she never returned. Before his brother became Emperor.
Ryou was jerked out of his thoughts at the shriek of an un-oiled door. He stumbled in, still exhausted from being marched through the Imperial city of Egyptonia, Menefer. He looked around the chamber and froze. He recognized many of the devices in there. After all, he had convinced his brother to outlaw many of them. They were horrible torture devices that he had seen used when he was young, and he had hated them. But there was one he didn’t recognize, and it was to this that he was being pulled towards.
“What, what are you doing?!” Ryou gasped, beginning to fight, and getting a very bad feeling.
“Silence.” He was ordered.
“What?” Ryou shouted. “NO!! Pharaoh Marik! He, he said I wasn’t to be hurt! What are you doing?! He said—“ He was cut off by a hand around his neck.
“And you won’t be hurt. At least, not to his knowledge. And should he find out, you will be responsible for the death of every person you see down here. Do you really want that on your head?” The Commander hissed, and Ryou felt tears trickle down his face as the other gaurds let loose cruel laughs. Ryou screamed and began to fight as his clothes were stripped from his body until he was naked. Screaming, he was dragged up to the massive silver ring with encasing units on the four corners of a square that could be drawn in it. It was in these encasements that his hands and feet were sealed so that he hung spread eagle, completely helpless.
He tried to hold back his cries of fear as the guards stepped away and out of view. He felt his fearful trembling amplify as silver disks rose out of the floor before and behind him, before moving in and encasing him completely it what was like a giant upright Petri dish. He jumped when he heard static in the disturbing silence.
“Alright, your Highness…” He heard the commander sneer. “This is called a nerve stimulator. Electrical currents fill this chamber, mimicking the pulses that are sent between your brain and nerve endings. Basically, it stimulates every nerve into feeling intense pain.” Ryou gulped and couldn’t stop the sob that escaped his chest. “Now… I will ask you a question, and you will answer. The restraints have lie detectors built in, and every time you refuse to answer, or lie, you will get a bit of… encouragement.” And Ryou shrieked as the chamber filled with tiny blue electric bolts, and automatically, he felt a stinging all over his body. As soon as it had come, the pain was gone, and he was alone in the dark.
“That was nothing, Prince. Now, let’s begin. What is your brother’s current location?” Ryou closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, refusing to talk. He would die writhing in agony before he gave up Bakura.
“As you wish.” The Commander said, and flipped the switch, sitting back and smiling, listening to the agonized shrieks of the Assyrian Prince.
…………………………………………………
Bakura rolled over for the eigth time in the past minute. He finally sat up. He couldn’t sleep. He got out of his Nest and stood.
“Window.” He said, and two metal panels slid aside, revealing a window out onto the stars. He slowly approached it, and looked out into the timeless, endless sparkling black oblivion that was space. He was startled to find a tear trailing down his face, and he quickly brushed it away. He thought that he had shed his tears for his brother’s capture, but apparently, he wasn’t finished yet.
Pulling on a robe, Bakura left his room and headed down the cold, silent corridor of the Imperial Flag Ship and finally stopped at a blank door. He pressed his hand onto the panel, and it scanned him, before admitting him. He entered the dark room.
“Window.” He said, and the window opened, illuminating the room with soft glow of starlight. Bakura looked around his little brother’s room. This was the room that they used to share when their father still lived, but now, it was Ryou’s.
Bakrua turned and slowly walked along the wall, smiling at the video images of scenes of his family. He passed one of himself in his father’s arms, and a newborn Ryou in their mother’s arms, and he, a curious little three year old was doing all he could to get his hands on his new baby brother. Bakura smiled and moved along to the next. It was himself, being posed for a picture with his brother on his lap, but he wouldn’t quit poking and prodding the infant in his lap, so little baby Ryou was fussing non stop. The next was baby Ryou in his Cradle Nest, and this was followed by Bakura trying to feed Ryou some of his lunch, but Ryou ignored Bakura, favoring his bottle. Bakura smiled as he watched himself snatch the bottle from the baby and begin to drink from it himself, making his little brother furious, and boy did Ryou voice it. Bakura watched his parents come into the scene and give the bottle back to Ryou before backing out of sight, and the scene started playing again.
“I was a brat…” Bakura muttered to himself. He continued to move along the wall until he reached one of the last pictures. It was the annual family portrait. And this one was especially different from the others. In all of the pictures, there was a man and a woman, and a child. And then, there were two children, and a man and a woman. But in this picture, there was no man and woman. Bakura stared at himself, fifteen years old and newly crowned Emperor. And beside him, pressed into his side, was his little twelve year old brother Ryou, his eyes looking hollow.
Bakura followed the pictures up through the next three years. The life returned to Ryou’s eyes, but in all of the pictures, the Prince was pressed into his brother’s side. Yes, Ryou was like that after they lost their parents. The fifteen year old Prince was very close to Bakura, who had just turned nineteen. Bakura smiled slightly at the most recent picture. He was in robes of royal blue, and his younger brother wore a softer blue, and he had an arm around Ryou, holding him close. The loss of their parents had devastated them both, but it had brought them closer than ever. Bakura felt the tears well up in his eyes as he watched the video image of Ryou turn and look up at his brother, a shining smile on his face. He watched his own stern, aggressive self look down, and watched the stony expression melt off of his face and turn into an affectionate smile. The Bakura in the image wrapped both arms around Ryou and gave him a gentle hug, and Ryou looked more than happy to be there in his brother’s arms. Bakura reached up and tapped the small touch-button.
“I love you, Bakura…”
“I love you too, Ryou.” The video Bakura said, and pressed a light kiss on the top of his brother’s head.
“Are we done yet?” Ryou asked, and Bakura snickered.
“Not yet. Smile for the camera.”
“What do you think I’ve been doing?!”
“Patience, little brother. Do you have something better to do?”
“Maybe. But I’m not telling you.” Ryou said, and Bakura laughed and ruffled his brother’s hair. And the scene started over again.
Bakura tapped the touchpad silencing the image, and turned away, tears in his eyes. He never did like sending Ryou out on these missions. He was very protective of his little brother, and preferred to keep him in his sight. And if, no, WHEN he got Ryou back, he WOULD keep him in his sights. He would never send Ryou out alone like that again. He would never allow Ryou to be captured again. Never.
The Assyrian Emperor closed the window and stumbled blindly through the dark to the Nest on the other side of the room. Suddenly feeling exhausted, he collapsed onto it and huddled under the blankets that smelled faintly of Ryou. Bakura closed his eyes, and drifted to sleep.
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