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The Smallest Piece
Small Two of Pieces
-Thanks to all who reviewed before the data loss, but I lost your reviews ; ; Skip the A/N if you don't care what I've been up to ^^-
A/N: I removed the huge-ass A/N about my depression and getting over it. I'm over it now and I'm sure people would just prefer the story now XD any questions? ssjSky59@hotmail.com, or ssjSky59 on AIM ^^ I don't bite... I prefer to nibble.
-Please don’t flame me about my cultural fack-ups. I don’t know about Ancient Egypt as much as I’d like, and I don’t care much at this point. I never do my homework :P And I’m keeping the Japanese. If this gets on your historical nerves, then my story is definitely not for you. If I want a circle to be square, then it's going to be a square because... Oh look, a shiny! ^^!-
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The figure lay still, unmoving and silent in the dark and humid night. Beside him, a crumpled heap of what could be mistaken for shredded rags lay in a pile, damp and strewn about carelessly. The room was dim and musty, the smell of sweat and fresh blood thick in the air, accompanied by the bittersweet atmosphere of sex—a very common setting in taverns in the low-class sections of the city.
The figure, a small boy with a slender body and eyes the color of the setting Egypt sun against a lavender sky twitched suddenly, his movement jagged and out of place in the otherwise serene room. But that illusion of serenity was shattered almost instantly, as he parted his soft lips, and spoke in the tone of a defeated soul, who could only plead for mercy, who could only dream of words of courage.
"On… Oneg..g-gai,” he whispered, voice hoarse from overuse, perhaps screaming or shouting. “O…negai…”
The other occupant in the cramped room knelt down, silver hair falling over his pale shoulder, sliding off of the slender muscles. His strong hand wrapped around the weakened boy’s arm, lifting him slightly, just enough to put a painful pressure on him and force those magnificent, rare, lavender eyes to gaze up at him. Never down on him.
"Be silent, worthless slave, your pleading is useless,” he spoke in a husky voice, sharp eyes of golden brown roaming every inch of exposed skin, every bruise and red mark he himself had inflicted, before gazing back down into the broken innocent eyes of the boy he’d helped destroy. “Know your place.”
And then, with a smirk of smug satisfaction, the man decided to remind the boy who was the master and who was the slave. In one fluid motion, he wrenched the shaking arm out of socket, shuddering at the pained cry this tore from the boy’s hoarse throat. “Never forget who you are and what you are, Yuugi. You are a slave, be thankful you get to keep even your name, for even that does not belong to you. You own nothing. How dare you even think you have the right to plead.”
Those words said, he stood, releasing the trembling flesh and turning away. He’d already dressed himself, he knew from experience the child would be passing out soon. After all, he’d been coming back for the boy ever since the first time he’d seen him, the first time he’d felt that gentle body tremble in pain beneath his own. He would make sure, once Yuugi was of age, he would purchase the boy once and for all, for he knew he could not go on breaking the law underneath the Pharaoh’s nose for much longer. Young Pharaoh or not, he was sharper, more intuitive than many of the council members dared to admit, but Pegasus was no fool. He’d invested too much time and energy to underestimate the man—no, boy. Yami was only a few years over the legal age of a pleasure slave, he didn’t deserve the title of ‘man’ yet.
The thoughts, along with future plans and delicate strategies filled Pegasus’ head as he left the room, finally leaving Yuugi all alone in his pain and misery.
The moment he could no longer hear Pegasus breathing, Yuugi let out a shaking sob of pain that he’d been choking on ever since the first scream. He didn’t know exactly what the older man had done to his arm, but he could already feel it going numb, searing fire through his veins only if he moved it.
Nevertheless, he picked himself up with his other arm, body sore and quivering from the abuse he’d endured. His soft hair, naturally shades of ebony, crimson, and violet, hung into his eyes a little, and as soon as he could sit up without support, he pushed his right hand through the soft locks. His eyes were filled with crystalline tears, clear streaks forming a path on his dirt-smudged and pale skin where a few stray tears had fallen. Mixed in, on his cheeks and down to his jaw, were the smudges where his tears had been wiped during his struggles, perhaps against the ground or his arm.
Of course, it hurt him to stay sitting, and he somehow found the strength to stand, slender legs shaking when they were forced to support him. He groped for the rags on the ground, hand unsteady and vision blurring every so often—but once he’d managed to get a firm grip, he lifted the cheap cloth and fashioned it back on his body as the makeshift wrap he was accustomed to wearing. It was difficult with only one hand—maybe his other arm was broken?—but he managed. He always managed—such was his life, and he already knew there was no escape.
Like many other times, Yuugi felt his will crumbling like a dead and dried up beetle crushed in someone’s fist. His will was the beetle, and every man who came to use his body for their own pleasure with disregard for him in every sense of the word, was the fist. He didn’t waste his breath on prayers that uncaring night, simply limping towards the bed. Of all things in the room to not be dirty or ruined, it was the bed. Soft silks and cottons made it comfortable, but he rarely got to use it comfortably. If he wasn’t tucked away in a client’s cruel arms in that bed, he was usually kept on the floor while the client slept peacefully and contentedly in the bed.
With bitter tears, Yuugi realized he’d rather use the floor that have that awful man come to force him—the use of the bed for one night, or half of a night was not worth the pain and the words the man could always inflict upon him.
Careful of his useless arm, Yuugi lay himself down on the bed, letting his throbbing muscles relax against the soft cotton, his eyes closing in reaction to the small comforts. Within moments, he’d fallen into a somewhat peaceful sleep, his dreams filled with angels, saviors with strong shields and swords that carried him away from the pain and wrapped him warmth. One day, his savior would come, and he would no longer pray for death. It was a belief that kept him from ending his own young life, but a belief he began to find hopeless. Little did he know that the very savior he’d been wishing for was about to accidentally enter his life, and change it forever.
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“We’re going to get caught, and you’re going to get scolded.”
The voice was male, adolescent perhaps. Six young adults were walking through the city, all with peasant garb and hoods to blend in. The speaker was a tall and slender blonde, with eyes the color of chocolate hazel, and the posture of a proud young man.
”Katsu, they can’t exactly scold the Pharaoh,” a female voice whispered in a hush. The only female of the group, Anzu, pulled her hood back to look at the tall blonde. Her short brown hair brushed the tops of her shoulders, eyes as bright and blue as the clear sky above.
Katsuyaa sighed. “Brings back memories, alright?” he muttered.
A strong arm wrapped around his waist, hand positioned so that it was splayed over his hip and part of his abdomen. Katsuyaa’s tanned cheeks flushed slightly, and he leaned into the taller man accepting the support. Anzu offered them both a smile—Seth and Katsuyaa, two of the Pharaoh’s bodyguards and lovers as well. Seth was by far the tallest one there, his hair swept back from his serious-looking face. His eyes were a different shade of blue from Anzu’s, darker and more guarded.
”A bit… Frightful, isn’t it?” a much softer voice asked. The speaker was a young healer with rare, snowy white hair and soft brown eyes, the kind that seemed understanding and kind no matter the situation. The kind of vulnerable eyes that could easily fill with tears if provoked.
” I forgot you were born and raised in a palace, Ryouu,” Katsuyaa said. “Honda and I grew up out here. Not exactly frightening for us, but I imagine you’d get used to it considering how often we do this.”
Ryouu’s soft and pale skin darkened almost instantly. He always blushed easily. “I know.. But why is everyone always so loud…? And… the looks some of these men give us… Do they wish to come say hi to us?”
”Didn’t we go over that?” Honda sighed, running a hand over his short, slightly spiky dark hair. He was Katsuyaa’s height, and standing behind the still hooded figure with Anzu. Ryouu was on the left side, with Seth and Katsuyaa bringing up the right. The figure in the middle finally spoke, not removing his hood. His voice was deep—despite his being the same height as Ryouu, which was a little taller than Anzu, he had the most commanding presence.
”It disgusts me to see what my own council hides from me. My father made that law for a reason. The first abused child I see…” The young man trailed off. “None of these pleasure slaves should be below the age of fifteen. Remind me to dispatch some of my guards to this area to gently retrieve any slaves they find below this age, and arrest any owners or sellers—as soon as we return to the palace.”
”My Pharaoh,” Seth began, but Yami cut him off.
”My name is Yami when I am outside the palace like this—and in private,” Yami said, his crimson eyes darting to glance at one of his oldest friends.
Seth looked almost uncomfortable, but then a moment later, he resumed. Yami was not the name given to the young Pharaoh at birth, but it was a name he had given him. In such a short time, Yami had gone from being the Pharaoh’s son Atemu, to the young Pharaoh Yami. “Yami, you won’t be able to stop them all. And it’s getting late—I see a tavern near here, we should rest.”
Yami glanced up at the sky. It wasn’t exactly late, but by turning in early, they could wake before the sun and avoid the guards looking for him easier. “Alright.”
Seth took his arm back, and Katsuyaa sighed softly. Beneath all of their peasant cloaks, they wore armor in case of an attack. All of them were bodyguards to the Pharaoh, each trained with specialty weapons, but more importantly, the Pharaoh viewed them as friends.
For safety, Seth entered the tavern first, alert eyes scanning the drunken men and slaves for any potential threats. When he found none, he walked in, allowing the others to follow. Before they could even locate the owner, Yami’s breath caught in his throat, and he pushed past Seth to stare at one of the young slave boys.
A flash of recognition entered Katsuyaa’s eyes, but he remained silent, watching the boy limp, his left hand dangling uselessly at his side. The clothes he wore were filthy, but Katsuyaa knew he’d never forget those eyes… At first, he’d thought his mystery savior to be the Pharaoh, but the eyes had been different…
And now he knew, this had to be the boy he’d met so many years ago…
Yuugi glanced at them, as if he knew that they were all fixating on him, on his resemblance to their dear friend. And then his soft lavender eyes met the dominating crimson eyes staring directly at him. His breath caught, lips parting in a soft, inaudible gasp. It would be that exact moment, that their lives were all changed forever.
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A/N: K so, changed a whole helluva lot. R/R? I could use some happy people right now… I’ll try to update before, or when I get my store up and running—gotta go fix it up a tad more for now. Luvvies always, and thank you for the support I’ve been getting through e-mails since my stories were removed ^^ I hope my writing is substantially better than it used to be. (Please god.)
Onegai=Please
Atemu=The Pharaoh Yami’s real name
Yami=The name I like better for him
Yuugi=Two UUs looks better for Egyptian.
Ryouu=’See Yuugi’
Katsuyaa=I still use ‘Jounouchi’ as his first name, even though I know it’s his last. And Katsuyaa, or Katsu, sounds a little better for Egyptian. I dunno why I added an A.
Seth=Dunno, Seto seems really Japanese, and Seth… Doesn’t.
Honda=I’m not creative. I’m sleepy.
Anzu=Works for either Egypt or Japan I guess
Pegasus=Not clever enough to give him a cooler name, and ‘Max’ was so out of place I couldn’t breathe.
~CoL
-Thanks to all who reviewed before the data loss, but I lost your reviews ; ; Skip the A/N if you don't care what I've been up to ^^-
A/N: I removed the huge-ass A/N about my depression and getting over it. I'm over it now and I'm sure people would just prefer the story now XD any questions? ssjSky59@hotmail.com, or ssjSky59 on AIM ^^ I don't bite... I prefer to nibble.
-Please don’t flame me about my cultural fack-ups. I don’t know about Ancient Egypt as much as I’d like, and I don’t care much at this point. I never do my homework :P And I’m keeping the Japanese. If this gets on your historical nerves, then my story is definitely not for you. If I want a circle to be square, then it's going to be a square because... Oh look, a shiny! ^^!-
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The figure lay still, unmoving and silent in the dark and humid night. Beside him, a crumpled heap of what could be mistaken for shredded rags lay in a pile, damp and strewn about carelessly. The room was dim and musty, the smell of sweat and fresh blood thick in the air, accompanied by the bittersweet atmosphere of sex—a very common setting in taverns in the low-class sections of the city.
The figure, a small boy with a slender body and eyes the color of the setting Egypt sun against a lavender sky twitched suddenly, his movement jagged and out of place in the otherwise serene room. But that illusion of serenity was shattered almost instantly, as he parted his soft lips, and spoke in the tone of a defeated soul, who could only plead for mercy, who could only dream of words of courage.
"On… Oneg..g-gai,” he whispered, voice hoarse from overuse, perhaps screaming or shouting. “O…negai…”
The other occupant in the cramped room knelt down, silver hair falling over his pale shoulder, sliding off of the slender muscles. His strong hand wrapped around the weakened boy’s arm, lifting him slightly, just enough to put a painful pressure on him and force those magnificent, rare, lavender eyes to gaze up at him. Never down on him.
"Be silent, worthless slave, your pleading is useless,” he spoke in a husky voice, sharp eyes of golden brown roaming every inch of exposed skin, every bruise and red mark he himself had inflicted, before gazing back down into the broken innocent eyes of the boy he’d helped destroy. “Know your place.”
And then, with a smirk of smug satisfaction, the man decided to remind the boy who was the master and who was the slave. In one fluid motion, he wrenched the shaking arm out of socket, shuddering at the pained cry this tore from the boy’s hoarse throat. “Never forget who you are and what you are, Yuugi. You are a slave, be thankful you get to keep even your name, for even that does not belong to you. You own nothing. How dare you even think you have the right to plead.”
Those words said, he stood, releasing the trembling flesh and turning away. He’d already dressed himself, he knew from experience the child would be passing out soon. After all, he’d been coming back for the boy ever since the first time he’d seen him, the first time he’d felt that gentle body tremble in pain beneath his own. He would make sure, once Yuugi was of age, he would purchase the boy once and for all, for he knew he could not go on breaking the law underneath the Pharaoh’s nose for much longer. Young Pharaoh or not, he was sharper, more intuitive than many of the council members dared to admit, but Pegasus was no fool. He’d invested too much time and energy to underestimate the man—no, boy. Yami was only a few years over the legal age of a pleasure slave, he didn’t deserve the title of ‘man’ yet.
The thoughts, along with future plans and delicate strategies filled Pegasus’ head as he left the room, finally leaving Yuugi all alone in his pain and misery.
The moment he could no longer hear Pegasus breathing, Yuugi let out a shaking sob of pain that he’d been choking on ever since the first scream. He didn’t know exactly what the older man had done to his arm, but he could already feel it going numb, searing fire through his veins only if he moved it.
Nevertheless, he picked himself up with his other arm, body sore and quivering from the abuse he’d endured. His soft hair, naturally shades of ebony, crimson, and violet, hung into his eyes a little, and as soon as he could sit up without support, he pushed his right hand through the soft locks. His eyes were filled with crystalline tears, clear streaks forming a path on his dirt-smudged and pale skin where a few stray tears had fallen. Mixed in, on his cheeks and down to his jaw, were the smudges where his tears had been wiped during his struggles, perhaps against the ground or his arm.
Of course, it hurt him to stay sitting, and he somehow found the strength to stand, slender legs shaking when they were forced to support him. He groped for the rags on the ground, hand unsteady and vision blurring every so often—but once he’d managed to get a firm grip, he lifted the cheap cloth and fashioned it back on his body as the makeshift wrap he was accustomed to wearing. It was difficult with only one hand—maybe his other arm was broken?—but he managed. He always managed—such was his life, and he already knew there was no escape.
Like many other times, Yuugi felt his will crumbling like a dead and dried up beetle crushed in someone’s fist. His will was the beetle, and every man who came to use his body for their own pleasure with disregard for him in every sense of the word, was the fist. He didn’t waste his breath on prayers that uncaring night, simply limping towards the bed. Of all things in the room to not be dirty or ruined, it was the bed. Soft silks and cottons made it comfortable, but he rarely got to use it comfortably. If he wasn’t tucked away in a client’s cruel arms in that bed, he was usually kept on the floor while the client slept peacefully and contentedly in the bed.
With bitter tears, Yuugi realized he’d rather use the floor that have that awful man come to force him—the use of the bed for one night, or half of a night was not worth the pain and the words the man could always inflict upon him.
Careful of his useless arm, Yuugi lay himself down on the bed, letting his throbbing muscles relax against the soft cotton, his eyes closing in reaction to the small comforts. Within moments, he’d fallen into a somewhat peaceful sleep, his dreams filled with angels, saviors with strong shields and swords that carried him away from the pain and wrapped him warmth. One day, his savior would come, and he would no longer pray for death. It was a belief that kept him from ending his own young life, but a belief he began to find hopeless. Little did he know that the very savior he’d been wishing for was about to accidentally enter his life, and change it forever.
~~~~~~~~~~
“We’re going to get caught, and you’re going to get scolded.”
The voice was male, adolescent perhaps. Six young adults were walking through the city, all with peasant garb and hoods to blend in. The speaker was a tall and slender blonde, with eyes the color of chocolate hazel, and the posture of a proud young man.
”Katsu, they can’t exactly scold the Pharaoh,” a female voice whispered in a hush. The only female of the group, Anzu, pulled her hood back to look at the tall blonde. Her short brown hair brushed the tops of her shoulders, eyes as bright and blue as the clear sky above.
Katsuyaa sighed. “Brings back memories, alright?” he muttered.
A strong arm wrapped around his waist, hand positioned so that it was splayed over his hip and part of his abdomen. Katsuyaa’s tanned cheeks flushed slightly, and he leaned into the taller man accepting the support. Anzu offered them both a smile—Seth and Katsuyaa, two of the Pharaoh’s bodyguards and lovers as well. Seth was by far the tallest one there, his hair swept back from his serious-looking face. His eyes were a different shade of blue from Anzu’s, darker and more guarded.
”A bit… Frightful, isn’t it?” a much softer voice asked. The speaker was a young healer with rare, snowy white hair and soft brown eyes, the kind that seemed understanding and kind no matter the situation. The kind of vulnerable eyes that could easily fill with tears if provoked.
” I forgot you were born and raised in a palace, Ryouu,” Katsuyaa said. “Honda and I grew up out here. Not exactly frightening for us, but I imagine you’d get used to it considering how often we do this.”
Ryouu’s soft and pale skin darkened almost instantly. He always blushed easily. “I know.. But why is everyone always so loud…? And… the looks some of these men give us… Do they wish to come say hi to us?”
”Didn’t we go over that?” Honda sighed, running a hand over his short, slightly spiky dark hair. He was Katsuyaa’s height, and standing behind the still hooded figure with Anzu. Ryouu was on the left side, with Seth and Katsuyaa bringing up the right. The figure in the middle finally spoke, not removing his hood. His voice was deep—despite his being the same height as Ryouu, which was a little taller than Anzu, he had the most commanding presence.
”It disgusts me to see what my own council hides from me. My father made that law for a reason. The first abused child I see…” The young man trailed off. “None of these pleasure slaves should be below the age of fifteen. Remind me to dispatch some of my guards to this area to gently retrieve any slaves they find below this age, and arrest any owners or sellers—as soon as we return to the palace.”
”My Pharaoh,” Seth began, but Yami cut him off.
”My name is Yami when I am outside the palace like this—and in private,” Yami said, his crimson eyes darting to glance at one of his oldest friends.
Seth looked almost uncomfortable, but then a moment later, he resumed. Yami was not the name given to the young Pharaoh at birth, but it was a name he had given him. In such a short time, Yami had gone from being the Pharaoh’s son Atemu, to the young Pharaoh Yami. “Yami, you won’t be able to stop them all. And it’s getting late—I see a tavern near here, we should rest.”
Yami glanced up at the sky. It wasn’t exactly late, but by turning in early, they could wake before the sun and avoid the guards looking for him easier. “Alright.”
Seth took his arm back, and Katsuyaa sighed softly. Beneath all of their peasant cloaks, they wore armor in case of an attack. All of them were bodyguards to the Pharaoh, each trained with specialty weapons, but more importantly, the Pharaoh viewed them as friends.
For safety, Seth entered the tavern first, alert eyes scanning the drunken men and slaves for any potential threats. When he found none, he walked in, allowing the others to follow. Before they could even locate the owner, Yami’s breath caught in his throat, and he pushed past Seth to stare at one of the young slave boys.
A flash of recognition entered Katsuyaa’s eyes, but he remained silent, watching the boy limp, his left hand dangling uselessly at his side. The clothes he wore were filthy, but Katsuyaa knew he’d never forget those eyes… At first, he’d thought his mystery savior to be the Pharaoh, but the eyes had been different…
And now he knew, this had to be the boy he’d met so many years ago…
Yuugi glanced at them, as if he knew that they were all fixating on him, on his resemblance to their dear friend. And then his soft lavender eyes met the dominating crimson eyes staring directly at him. His breath caught, lips parting in a soft, inaudible gasp. It would be that exact moment, that their lives were all changed forever.
~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: K so, changed a whole helluva lot. R/R? I could use some happy people right now… I’ll try to update before, or when I get my store up and running—gotta go fix it up a tad more for now. Luvvies always, and thank you for the support I’ve been getting through e-mails since my stories were removed ^^ I hope my writing is substantially better than it used to be. (Please god.)
Onegai=Please
Atemu=The Pharaoh Yami’s real name
Yami=The name I like better for him
Yuugi=Two UUs looks better for Egyptian.
Ryouu=’See Yuugi’
Katsuyaa=I still use ‘Jounouchi’ as his first name, even though I know it’s his last. And Katsuyaa, or Katsu, sounds a little better for Egyptian. I dunno why I added an A.
Seth=Dunno, Seto seems really Japanese, and Seth… Doesn’t.
Honda=I’m not creative. I’m sleepy.
Anzu=Works for either Egypt or Japan I guess
Pegasus=Not clever enough to give him a cooler name, and ‘Max’ was so out of place I couldn’t breathe.
~CoL