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 Bishoujo Shadow aka Junshin Tenshi!!!

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Chapter 1

Sold

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“Bakura, catch me!!” Ryou cried, as he ran naked towards the river. His yami, as well as his other friends, watched him come and leap into the river. Bakura caught Ryou and both went splashing below the surface. The group around them laughed and leapt upon the area in which Bakura and Ryou had disappeared. They all splashed about in play, dunking and tossing each other. Across the river, a pair of eyes watched them.

Yaten Bakura sighed as he watched his son frolicking about in the water with the eleven other boys. He fixed his eyes on his son’s yami, Bakura, and snarled.

“Ten thousand years…..” He sighed to himself. “Ten thousand years you keep my son from me. And now, even in the Kingdom of Osiris you stand between us.” Yaten had liked Bakura very much, long ago when he still lived. He loved his son, and when Ryou told him that he was bound to the Ring, the father mourned silently. Ryou would not go the Kingdom of Osiris upon his death; he would go to the Millennium Ring with Bakura. Yaten accepted his son’s decision, knowing that one day, the Ring would be destroyed and Ryou would come to the afterlife to live with his father and mother. So upon his death, Yaten waited. And waited. And waited. For ten thousand years, he waited for Ryou to come home to his parents’ arms. Over the ten thousand years, Yaten began to change. He began to hate Bakura Itemri. (Arigtou to bakurasgirl for the name Itemri! Go read her fics! They rock!!) He told himself that it was alright; when the Ring was destroyed, Ryou would come to the afterlife and Bakura would go to the jaws of Ammut. But that did not happen. Ryou would not have it, and in the end, his soul counterbalanced Bakura’s and they both entered the great Kingdom of the Dead. (AN: See Final Judgment, by me for the story)

Now, Ryou was with Bakura for all eternity. Yaten blamed Bakura for stealing his son away from him. And he was no longer a sane man. Yaten was desperate to separate Ryou and Bakura, and was willing to do whatever it took, even if it hurt his son. And finally, he had a way to do it.

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“I’ll do anything.” Yaten snarled to his friends. “I would send Ryou to the jaws of Ammut if that was what it took!! I will not allow Bakura to spend eternity in perfect happiness with my son.”

“That’s a little extreme, Yaten.” His friend said. “But… there may be another way. The laws of slavery….”

“That laws of…..” Yaten repeated, but trailed off.

“Yes. Ryou is you son, and is not married. By the laws of the underworld, you own him. You can therefore…. Sell him.” Yaten stared at his friend.

“Sell him?”

“To a god or pharaoh or noble. As a slave. He would belong to them, and nothing could bring him and Bakura back together.” Yaten’s lip curled in a smirk.

“I like it. Yes… Sell my son…. But, to who?”

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Yaten knew who he would sell Ryou to; the most feared of all the gods, Set, the Lord of Destruction. All he had to do was to get Ryou alone, and take him to the palace of Storms, Set’s home. He had already spoken with Set, and they had set a price; all Yaten had to do now, was to deliver the goods. Deliver Ryou.

He watched as Marik Ishtar, Ryou’s friend’s yami, lifted up his son over his head, one hand on his shoulder, the other grasping one of Ryou’s thighs, and shouted something. He then turned and Ryou shrieked as he was hurled towards YamiYugi, who didn’t react fast enough, and both went tumbling into the water. The others laughed when Yugi squeaked as Seto Kaiba grabbed him and hurled him at Joey, who caught Yugi only to toss him to Yami’s best friend and body guard, Ahmose. Ahmose didn’t see Yugi coming and tumbled into his hikari, Mikado, who picked up Yugi and tossed him to Otogi and Tristan. Yugi howled in protest as he was thrown around. Malik pounced on Marik from behind, and the water went flying as the twelve boys got into an every-man-for-himself water fight. Yaten snorted, then turned and left. Ryou and Bakura would eventually go their own way, and probably end up fucking in a field somewhere. Yaten would keep an eye on Ryou and wait for the moment to grab him.

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Ryou whimpered beneath his yami as they lay entwined with each other, Bakura embedded deep within Ryou. With a final groan, Ryou climaxed and lay limp until he felt Bakura mimic him. Their lips embraced gently as they rolled over until Ryou lay above Bakura, the darkness still inside of his light. Ryou sat up and began moving himself upon Bakura.

“HEY ITEMRI!!!”

Bakura sat straight up, making Ryou yelp, and looked around, a scowl on his face.

“Are you done yet?!?”

“Damn it, Ishtar!!!!” Bakura howled, and Ryou let his head fall to his yami’s shoulder, giggling. Marik came running over, grinning, and Ryou climbed off of Bakura and pulled on his pants again.

“You gotta come see!!! Yugi got stuck in the mud!!”

“What?!?!” Bakura yelped, and began dressing, quickly.

“MARIK!!!” Malik was heard. “Yami just go stuck too!!!” Marik and Bakura shrieked with laughter and ran off to make fun of the Pharaoh and his light. Ryou sighed and shook his head, smiling, and got up.

“Ryou!” He turned at a call, and grinned.

“Dad!!” He cried, and ran to his father, throwing his arms around him. “Where have you been lately? Is mom with you?!”

“No, mom’s home right now. I came to find you because there’s someone I want you to meet.”

“Okay, just let me go tell Bakura…”

“Oh, don’t worry. We’ll be right back, and if I know Bakura, he’ll be occupied for quite a while.” Ryou giggled.

“Probably. Okay, where are we going?”

“Just come on, okay?” Yaten said, and Ryou smiled and nodded, following his father.

‘Like a lamb to the slaughter….’ Yaten thought to himself.

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“Here we are.”

“….. The, the Palace of Storms?” Ryou squeaked, looking up at the intimidating ebony structure.

“Right!” Yaten said, and took Ryou’s hand. “Don’t be scared, Ryou.” Ryou nodded and moved closer to his father as they entered the gates and went to the front door. Once there, Yaten spoke with one of the guards, who let them in. A young woman came up to them, her eyes cast down at the floor. She wore a black tunic, fastened at the shoulder with a silver disk that bore the emblem of Set. She wore a simple black metal collar on her neck with a loop on it that a chain could be fixed to. She was obviously a slave.

“This way, sir.” She said, and Yaten followed her, Ryou scampering behind. To Ryou’s amazement, they were led to the great hall of the palace, and Ryou’s eyes widened when he laid eyes on what was on the other side of the hall. On a raised platform sat a monumental obsidian throne, and upon it sat the God of Destruction, Set. The God towered above all present. Ryou figured that he would only come up to the God’s waistline were they to stand side by side. His body was mostly human, but his legs ended in clawed paws, and his head was not human either. It looked almost dog-like, but more resembled a mule, and a forked tail lazily twitched from side to side. His frightening eyes looked at Yaten as they came in, then immediately snapped to Ryou and narrowed. Ryou swallowed nervously when the god’s lips seemed to curl into a sneering smirk.

“Yaten.” The god called, and his deep voice reverberated through the room like thunder. Yaten dropped to his knees, and Ryou did the same.

“My Lord.” Yaten said.

“Your son?”

“Yes, My Lord. This is Ryou.”

“I see… You were right. He is all you said he was. It is a deal.”

“Excellent.”

“Dad?” Ryou asked, softly.

“Boy!” Set snapped, and Ryou jumped and squeaked. “Ryou, is it?” Ryou gulped and nodded. “Come here.” Ryou shivered and stood, slowly approaching the stairs that led to Set’s throne. He froze in terror when Set rose and descended the stairs. He stood before Ryou, who stared up at him, then knelt. And still Ryou had to look up. Set reached out and grabbed Ryou’s face between his thumb and forefinger and turned his head from side to side, as if inspecting him. He then reached back and felt Ryou’s hair. Ryou saw a spark of surprise and approval in the god’s eyes. He began to move his hands down Ryou’s body, feeling how he was put together, and through it all, Ryou was shaking like a frightened rabbit. Finally, Set stood and snapped his fingers.

“Pay the man and prepare the boy.” He said, and moved back to his throne. Ryou blinked and looked around when another slave, a man this time, handed Yaten a black chest. Yaten nodded, and then looked at Ryou. They stared at each other for a moment, and then Yaten turned and began leaving the room. Ryou blinked, and ran after him.

“Dad!” He cried, and Yaten looked at him.

“Stay here, Ryou.” He said.

“What? Why?!”

“Because I own you.” Set said, calmly. Ryou stared back and forth between Set and Yaten.

“W-what?!”

“Your father just sold you to me. You are now my slave.” Set said, and looked at a pair of slaves of to the side. “Take him and instruct him on his duties.” He said, and the slaves approached Ryou. Ryou backed away, terrified.

“W-WHAT?!?! NO!! DADDY!!!” Ryou ran after his father, but was seized by a pair of guards. Ryou screamed and fought against them. “DADDY!! PLEASE, NO!! DADDY!!! WHY?!?!” Yaten whirled.

“This way, Bakura will not have you. And he will be miserable.” Ryou stared at his father in horror.

“Bakura……?” Ryou whimpered as he was dragged back. He watched his father leave, his hope with him. Ryou felt the tears streaming down his face, and he threw his head back and screamed. The guards threw him to the floor where he lay sobbing at the ultimate betrayal. After a few minutes he felt a hand on his back, and not just any hand; this hand covered his back completely. Ryou slowly looked up at Set. The god pulled him to his feet and pet him on the head.

“Do not cry, little one. You will learn that to be a slave to a god is not a bad life. Now, go with these ladies and they will take care of you.” He turned Ryou towards the two women and gave him a gentle nudge towards them. They laid their hands on his shoulder and guided him from the room. Ryou continued to cry as he was lead down a huge corridor.

“Do not weep.” One woman said. “You will grow to like it here. Master is a good keeper. He is very kind, and he does not leave us for want of anything.”

“Except freedom….” Ryou snarled, bitterly, as they led him into a room with a large bath sunk into the floor. Ryou made no move to stop them when they stripped him of his clothes and lowered him into the warm water. He continued to cry as they rubbed him all over with soft cloths, and washed his hair with a delicate scented soap.

“Master will assign you different tasks to find your strengths and weaknesses. Then, he will designate you to a certain area.”

“Oh goody.” Ryou grumbled.

“The Master is very kind, but you must do all that you can to please him. He is kind, but is strict. He will punish you if you do not do your best. You will like Master. He is one of the kinder gods to his slaves. Lord Anubis is another of the best masters, but we like our Master very much. We would rather stay with him than go to the palace of Ra himself.” Both girls smiled as they finished washing Ryou. They pulled him from the tub and began to dry him. “When Master enters a room, you must immediately stop what you are doing and face him. You are to ball you right hand into a fist, and cross your arm across your chest, placing the right fist over your heart. You will keep your eyes lowered to the floor, and kneel upon one knee. Try it.”

“No.” Ryou pouted.

“Why?”

“I wanna go home!!!”

“This is your home.”

“NO!!!” Ryou screamed, and ran naked from the room. He heard the girls horrified screams as he fled. He ran down the corridor, looking for a way out. Bakura. He had to get back to Bakura. They had not been separated for over ten thousand years, and Ryou felt very scared and vulnerable without his yami near him. He fled like a hunted deer down the broad hall and chose a door at random. He flung it open, and froze. The cooks in the kitchen stared at the naked albino in the doorway.

“Uh, wrong room….” He said, and slowly closed the door. Ryou turned and fled, his bare feet slapping against the black marble floor. His heart leapt as he saw a window at the end of the hall. He ran faster and got to the window, hoisting himself up and through it. Darkness had fallen and Ryou hoped it would offer him some cover. He climbed into a tree near the window and lowered himself to the ground. He was in the gardens. Not stopping to admire the gorgeous scenery, he sprinted across the grounds to a tree near the wall around the palace. He sped up when he heard shouts of people leaving the castle; they were looking for him. Ryou pulled himself into the tree and climbed up, higher and higher, trying to reach the top of the wall before he was seen.

“There he is!!” Ryou squeaked at the shout and climbed faster. “Shoot him!!” Ryou’s heart was in his throat at those words. Suddenly, as he reached a point where he could reach the top of the wall, there was a sharp sting in the side of his neck. Ryou cried out and his hand flew to his neck. A dart. There was a dart in his throat. Ryou could feel the drug circulating through his blood stream, and he felt himself get tired.

“Lord Set!” The guards began to gasp, and Ryou whimpered when Set strode into view, his height even greater than before. Set walked under the tree and stared up at Ryou.

“Come down from there.” He commanded in an amused tone, and Ryou hid his face and shook his head.

“NO!” He cried. Set sighed and reached up. Ryou squeaked when large fingers curled around his small body, gently plucking him from the tree limb. Ryou trembled in fear as Set lowered his hand and gazed down at the frightened boy he held. Ryou sat in Set’s palm, leaning against his cupped fingers, his legs dangling on either side of the god’s wrist. Ryou was the size of a toy to Set, and his eyes widened as frightened tears flooded his face. The drug continued working on him, and Ryou found himself unable to move. Set smiled slightly at the trembling creature in his hand.

“Hush, little one. No one will hurt you.” The god said, and Ryou winced as he reached up with his other hand and stroked Ryou’s head with one finger. Ryou’s eyes rolled back into his head and his body went limp. He gave a final feeble whimper as he slumped to the side. Set caught him with his other hand and turned, walking back into his palace with the naked slumbering child cradled in his cupped hands.

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There’s chapter one! Hope you liked it !!! I’m really looking forward to writing this one, and I hope you look forward to reading it!!

Next Chapter: Slave Breaking