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


Chapter 5

The First Day

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Ryou awoke to Khamaat’s soft call. He looked up at her, and she smiled sadly.

“I’m sorry, but you cannot join us for breakfast…” She felt horrible, because this would be Ryou’s fourth day with out food.

“Oh.” Ryou said, in an emotionless tone. Khamaat winced; Ryou was indeed broken. “Master is having a banquet tonight, and he has placed you in charge of the food. He wants you to make that soup, and those mushrooms, and then a main course and dessert if you can handle it.” Ryou nodded. “Good. I will take you to Peshet.” She said, and Ryou stood, following her.

Peshet fussed over Ryou when he arrived in the kitchen, forcing more milk and juice on him, before gushing over how good of a cook he was. When Ryou normally would have been blushing, he now merely stood, staring at the floor. He gave a list of needed ingredients to make seafood ravioli, the Italian Style Wedding Soup with Meatballs, and this time, mushrooms stuffed with cheese, chives and bacon bits. When the slaves went to lunch, Peshet sent Ryou to the garden for some spices. This was the first time Ryou had been able to go out into the gardens and enjoy them.

He walked through the many flower before discovering the vegetable patches and orchards, and finally, the spices. He gathered what was needed, then headed back towards the house. But as he passed a tree by the wall, he stopped. After a moment, he put down his load and began to climb. Little did he know, Set had been watching him from across the garden, and was watching him now. Set narrowed his eyes as Ryou climbed higher, until he was above the wall. But Ryou did nothing. He simply sat on the branch, and gazed out of Set’s Estate. The god smiled softly. He knew the boy was yearning for his home, and his lover.

‘I’ll soon change that.’ Set thought to himself. ‘Soon, the child will learn to love this home as well.’ He simply stood and watched Ryou stare out over the wall, before finally climbing down. He gathered up his bundle of herbs, then, after a longing look at the top of the wall, he sighed and trudged back into the house. Set smiled, and went back inside as well, hoping to catch a glimpse of the boy on his way to the kitchens.

The whole time Ryou had been deep in thought, and still was, so he didn’t notice the tall being in front of him until he walked into him. With a yelp, Ryou fell back onto the floor, the herbs scattering. After getting his bearings back, Ryou looked up at who he had bumped into, and froze. His eyes went wide as a man with the head of a crocodile stared down at him. His eyes narrowed at the small boy on the floor.

“Well?” The god demanded, gripping his staff. Ryou simply trembled on the floor.

/What do I do? What do I do?!/ He thought frantically to himself. The god began to look irritated and angry. He snarled down at the boy, then raised his staff to strike him. Ryou squeaked and curled up into a ball on the floor, shielding his head with his arms.

“Sobek! Hold!” A familiar voice thundered, and the god lowered his staff. Set strode over and looked down at Ryou. “What did he do?” He asked.

“The clumsy thing walked right into me.” Sobek snapped. “And didn’t even apologize; he just stared!” Set nodded.

“Allow me to apologize on his behalf. He is new. This is only his fourth day here, and he was only just broken last night. I believe he is still somewhat traumatized from his breaking. I’m sure he meant no disrespect.”

“A new slave? You haven’t bought a slave in ages…” Sobek said, and knelt before Ryou, who was cowering on the floor. He grabbed the slave’s chin and lifted his head, staring at him. “He is a pretty little thing, Set. He must have been easy to break.”

“One would think. But he was quite stubborn. Nonetheless, he is broken now. With some training, he will be as good as any slave if not better.” Set knelt and gathered up the herbs, then pulled Ryou to his feet and gave them to him. “Is this for the dinner tonight?” He asked in the gentle voice. Ryou still shuddered then nodded.

“Yes, Master…” He said, softly, and Sobek smiled.

“He has a sweet voice.” He commented, and watched as Set pat the boy on the head.

“Go back to your work, little one. I cannot wait until dinner. If you behave today, then you will eat tonight. Now run along.” He said, and turned Ryou towards the kitchens, giving him a gentle shove to send him on his way.

“Yes, Master.” Ryou said, and returned to the kitchen, heaving a great sigh of relief. He had gotten off lucky, and he knew it. He spread the herbs out and began to add them where they were needed. The soup was done, and the mushrooms were in the process of being stuffed. Ryou began to work on the seafood ravioli, and continued as the slaves returned to the kitchen to work. Peshet took over the ravioli and Ryou began the desert. He was making strawberry cheesecake. He worked hard, and before he knew it, everything was done and the gods were seated at the table for a banquet. Ryou found Peshet brushing his hair out and cleaning a smudge off of his face.

“You will serve the Master. You will then kneel beside his chair with your hands clasped and eyes on the floor. He will tell you when to bring in the next course. Understand?”

“I serve only Master?” Ryou asked, and Peshet nodded. “I understand.” Ryou said, and took the large bowl of soup on his shoulder. The doors opened and Ryou stumbled in, followed by the other kitchen slaves. He kept his eyes to the floor, though he could feel numerous eyes on him. He got to the table and struggled to get the bowl up onto the table. Set chuckled and his mule-like ear twitched as he pushed the bowl over before Ryou could lose his grip.

“That’s a small slave, Set.” Someone commented. Ryou snuck a peek through his bangs and looked around. It had been Sehkmet who had made the comment. Ryou nearly fell over, however, when he saw Ra himself sitting at Set’s right hand. Suddenly remembering what Peshet had told him, he knelt by Set’s chair, and felt the god give him an approving pat on the head.

“He is small, yes. But he will be a welcome addition to my home.” Set said, and the gods began to eat. Ryou stared at the floor and the gods’ feet, his mind strangely blank. Set startled him badly when he tapped him on the head. Ryou yelped and toppled over. The other gods chuckled at that, and Set smirked.

“We are ready for the second course, little one.” He said, and Ryou stood and bowed his head, taking the empty soup bowl.

“Yes Master.” He said, and returned to the kitchen where he was given the platter of mushrooms. He placed these before Set and knelt again. Set smiled and once again gave him a rewarding pat on the head.

“These are different than what you made last time, aren’t they?”

“Yes Master.”

“I told you to make what you made last time.”

“………. I’m sorry, Master. I will not make that mistake again.” Ryou said, praying that the god would forgive him.

“Good.” The god said. “Hmmm…. I like these, though….”

“Thank you, Master.” Ryou said, and blinked when Set passed him a mushroom. Ryou took it and devoured it gratefully and felt Set pat him on the head again. He sat in silence until Set tapped him on the head again.

“We are ready for the main course.” He said, and Ryou stood and took the empty plate back to the kitchen, and was given a large platter of the seafood ravioli. He stumbled to the table under the weight. He noticed Set watching him, and when he got to the table, the god lifted the plate from his shoulder and pat him on the head.

“I think this is a bit heavy for you, little one.” He said, and then suddenly lifted Ryou up into his lap. Ryou squeaked and began to tremble. The gods all chuckled at the large panicked eyes of the little white haired slave. Set smiled and pet his head, then offered Ryou his own cup of wine. Ryou blinked up at the god, confused, then cautiously sipped from the cup that the god was holding to his lips. Set smiled and pat Ryou on the head before returning him to the floor. The gods then began to eat. Ryou sighed and stared down at the floor, his stomach churning in intense hunger. He was starving. The mushroom was all he had eaten in the last four days. He began to feel dizzy and light-headed. He had to shake himself out of a daze when Set called for dessert. Ryou stood and took the empty platter from Set and headed back to the kitchen, but halfway there, he stopped. The room was spinning.

Set and the other gods looked up at the sound of a dish shattering. They watched the albino slave sway where he stood. Set leapt to his feet when the boy slumped to the floor in a dead faint.

“PESHET!!” Set bellowed as he ran to Ryou’s side and turned him over onto his back. Peshet burst out of the kitchen and ran over.

“Master, what happened?”

“When was the last time he ate?” Set asked, picking Ryou up.

“Ummm…. He has not eaten since he was brought here, Master. Perhaps a mushroom or two, but....” Peshet said. Set frowned.

“Get him fed as soon as he wakes, then put him to bed.” The god said, giving Ryou to a pair of slaves and patting his head. “And make sure he has breakfast as well. Then we shall see what he will do.” Set then returned to the table for his desert.

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“Ryou?” Peshet called, as the boy’s eyes opened. Are you alright?”

“I, I broke the plate….” Ryou moaned.

“It’s okay. Master was more worried about you. He says that you may now eat, and he sends his complements on the meal.” Peshet said, and held up a soup-filled spoon. She began to feed Ryou as he lay in his bed. “Master likes you.” Ryou blinked and ate silently until he was finished. When he was, Peshet tucked him in, and he drifted off to sleep again, quite happy now that he finally had a full belly.

Khamaat took him to breakfast that morning where he had oatmeal instead of the bacon and eggs, and then, Khamaat led him to the main hall. Ryou entered on his own and knelt at the foot of the platform on which Set reclined on his throne.

“You sent for me, Master?” Ryou asked, quietly, and Set smiled.

“Yes, come here.” He said, and Ryou slowly climbed the stairs up to Set, who picked him up and placed him on his lap. “How do you feel this morning?”

“Fine, Master.”

“Full?”

“Yes, Master.” Ryou said, then watched as Set removed the bandages on his shoulder, revealing the burn mark on his chest. Set stroked the brand.

“This has healed well.”

“Yes Master.”

“Good. So. Tell me your name.”

“Ryou, Master.”

“Ryou. Very well. Tell me, what do you believe your talents are, other than cooking?”

“Umm… I’m not sure, Master.”

“Come now. Everyone has something that they’re good at.”

“I suppose I’m good at cleaning…” Ryou offered, and Set scoffed.

“Anyone can clean, boy.” He said, and sat back, thinking, absently stroking Ryou’s hair. “What can I do with you…” Ryou sat silently, staring down at his own hands.

Suddenly, the door at the other end of the hall banged open, and in strode Anubis and Horus, bickering something awful in the language of the Gods. Ryou stared at them, frightened, but Set pulled Ryou against his chest and continued stroking him.

“What is the meaning of this?” Set asked, and the two began jabbering away at the same time. Ryou saw Set wince and roll his eyes, his ears leaning back slightly to show his irritation, then bark something back at them in the language of the Gods. Ryou listened as the two younger gods began yelping again. Set banged his fist on the arm of the throne and bellowed something. The two gods stared at him, then both bowed their heads in shame and fidgeted as Set continued lecturing them. Finally they both bowed.

“Yes, Father.” Anubis said.

“I’m sorry, Uncle.” Horus said, and they both slowly left, shooting each other glares. The door closed, and Set sighed and let his head rest in one of his hands.

“Fools….” He sighed to himself. “They can make life so tedious.”

“I’m sorry Master…” Ryou said after a moment, and Set waved his hand.

“Not your fault. Come. I wish to walk. Accompany me.” The God said, and stood, setting Ryou on the floor.

“How shall I do so properly, Master?” Ryou asked, and Set smiled.

“Walk slightly behind and to the right of me. And keep the usual proper posture for a slave.”

“Yes Master.” Ryou said, and clasped his hands in front of him and bowed his head. Set strode from the room, Ryou scampering after him, trying to keep up with the twelve foot tall god’s strides while still looking slightly dignified. Ryou watched Set’s tail twitch back and forth, showing how tense and irritated he was.

“Master?”

“Yes?”

“If it’s not too forward of me, may I ask what is bothering you?” Ryou said. Set stopped and turned, looking down in wonder at the small slave. Ryou swallowed nervously, afraid he had done something wrong.

“It is nothing.” Set said as he continued walking. “Just numerous things building up to the point where I can feel quite overwhelmed.” He rotated his shoulders, trying to loosen the muscles.

“If I may say so, Master, one of the things my friends said I was good at was giving massages.” Ryou offered, and Set again stopped, and looked down at Ryou, this time in delighted surprise.

“Really?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Very well then. That would be much appreciated. Come with me.” And the god picked up the pace so that Ryou nearly had to run to keep up. They ended up in the courtyard that Ryou had worked in… was it yesterday? He couldn’t remember. The god proceeded to flop down on a stone bench and lie on his stomach. Ryou watched as the god shrunk by about four feet.

“You’ll have to sit on me to reach. Go ahead” Set said, and closed his eyes. Ryou suddenly regretted offering to give the god a massage as he climbed up onto the god’s back. He had to straddle Set’s buttocks, and he was wearing nothing but part of a skirt and a loincloth. He felt himself turn red as he felt the cloth of Set’s black pants and over-wrap again the bare skin between his own legs. Ryou stared down at the powerfully muscled back before him, and focused on the task at had as he began kneeding the god’s sore muscles.

“Mmmmm….. You were right. You are good at this.” Set mumbled, his ears drooping as he relaxed. A door opened and the slaves that tended the courtyard came in, but froze at the sight of their master. Set opened one eye and smiled. “Continue your work and ignore us.” He said, and the slaves all bowed, murmuring ‘Yes Master.’ “The same goes for you, little one.” Ryou made a small ‘eep!’ noise, and continued massaging the god’s shoulders. Set chuckled slightly at Ryou and peered up at him through one eye. Ryou stared back with wide eyes.

“Calm down. I won’t eat you.” Set said, and closed his eye again. Ryou gulped and continued, not wanting the god to change his mind on that.

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I’ve had writer’s block on this chapter for a month. So I just ended it. ^_^() heheee….. I feel like such a cop-out…. Oh well…..


sglily: That? That was Ryou getting fucked by the Go of Destruction. And Bakura is NOT playing with himself! lol And fine, harass the crap out of me if you must. ^.^

ruri_star: yep! Sadness! Wheeee!!! And of COURSE I'll keep up with the greatness. ^_~

Nashwa: Yep. It was supposed to have you snifflin. And yes, Bakura will come soon. But that doesn't mean he'll be getting Ryou back soon... MUWHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!

lokivsanubis: Well... Bakura will TRY!!!!

Elle-FaTe2x1: Yami will do what he can, but he's not a god...

Switch: Wait... you're laughing why? I'm confused.... O.o

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