Title: Once upon a time.

Author: Mrpointyhorns

Rating: M

Pairing: The Main ones are YBxR, YMxM, YYxY, SxJ, OxT

Beta: None. I'm very sorry.

Warnings: Slash, crossdressing, Male nudity, mentions of sexual acts.

A/n: I hope you enjoy it. I hope this gets me writing again. My other fics are crying.

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time, there was a kingdom. It was under the kind and good rule of the King and his wife. The people were happy. They flourished, however, a little too much. Some men were becoming corrupt by their good fortune. During, this time, the king had a brother. The brother was unkind and corrupt. He wanted to be crowned King, just as soon as his brother stepped down.

There was only one thing stopping him his nephew, the Young Prince. No, longer a child, the prince was ready to take the throne. Only one law stopped him. He must find a suitable woman, and be married. One that was hopefully much like, the current Queen, she showed brilliance and beauty alike.

Although, no longer a child when it came to studies, or politics, he still a young man when it came to the rules of love. He was not ready to settle down and be married. This Young Prince argued valiantly that a wife could not affect his abilities as a leader. It was agreed, that the Prince only need had to try to look for a suitable wife. He must look over the entire kingdom, in the smallest towns and the biggest cities. When his journeys ended, and still he felt the same way, then he would be able to become King without the proper bride at his side.

The Prince accepted the quest, bringing both his finest advisors and closest friends as witnesses to his task. Staying true to the guidelines, this Prince did travel the country as he promised. He visited the women of every village, town and city. It was not difficult to see why he had skipped over each without hesitation. However, even whilst he completed his quest, the Prince found that it wasn't terrible unbearable. He was spent many nights drinking and being gay with his friends. Soon the task wasn't so difficult continue but hard to complete. For such a young man with the world at his fingers, how could he not be tempted?

After months of searching and gayeties, the Prince and his followers had given up being serious about the search for a bride. It quickly became the pretense to the parties and fun. These were not men of family and values; these were teens of booze, sex, and frivolousness and they had the opportunity to exercise their needs. They took it.

Everything changed without them knowing. After spending a rough week in a joyous, although, slightly slummy city, the boys decided to get some much need rest in a near by village. While there they planned to also follow threw with their quest and look for suitable women.

In this village, they would be stay with the Most High and Honorable Lord Bakura. He was both the wealthiest and the most well liked man in town. Eagerly, he awaited the day that the Prince enter his village in hopes that he would choice one of his, Lord Bakuras, Daughters to wed.

The day he received notice of their arrival, which would occur shortly after dusk, he was ready. He sent his wife to the tailors to buy his daughters the finest dresses. He had his best pig slaughtered and he had his cook prepare the finest meal. While he let his servants clean and decorate the guest quarters. With his great planning, and his team of workers he knew this night the Prince would find in his town, in his house exactly what he was looking for.

The only thing he did not take into account, was his oldest daughter, Ryou Bakura. She was the talk of the town, with her fair hair and emerald eyes sparkling with virginity she caught every boy's attention. The flaw, however, she simply was not like other girls. She spent her days read and trying to understand things in nature. She had very little time for tea parties and boys like the other girls did.

She did like boys, but, Ryou Bakura, she didn't want the boys in her village. They had greasy hands, and dirty mouths. She did not want to be like the women in this town. She did not want to be beaten every night by her lazy drunken husband. She did not want to spend her entire life with a baby at her breast. What she wanted, however, lay only in the books and fair tales she was so fond of.

Her wants usually embarrassed her father to no end. Tonight it simply slipped his mind. This was the reason she was not with her mother shopping, but instead she sat curled up in her bed reading her newest novel, while she listened to Anzu, a local town's girl, ramble on about things that didn't interest her.

"Your father says the Prince is coming. Can you believe it, Ryou? He could pick us to be his wife." Anzu caught Ryou's attention.

She looked thoughtful for a moment, before smoothing down her dress she shook her head, "Nah, I don't believe that. Why would the Prince want a commoner like us?" She let her eyes fluttered down to the story in her hands. It was really, very difficult to loose interest in, Eugene Onegin.

"Well who else would he marry?" Anzu lifted a brush from the vanity and began to run it threw her hair. "What are you doing reading? You should be getting ready. Who needs to read, no one. Not when they're as pretty as you are."

Flatly, and never looking up, Ryou replied as she always did. "I like to read."

"Ryou," Ryou's sister Mihko skipped into the room. Ryou's sister was unlike herself in many ways. Mihko was five years younger than her sister, and while they didn't share each others looks, Mihko was still very beautiful. She did not like to read. Most days, she could be found trailing after her most adored mother. "Mother needs you before dinner. Father says the Prince is coming, and she wants us to look presentable."

"You see!" Anzu squealed. Ryou nodded gently and led the three girls out of the room.

The dressing before dinner had Ryou gasping for air. Her dress was so tight she could hardly breath, and her hair was so done up, it hurt. She felt and looked, in her opinion, like a human doll. It was also her opinion (although she kept it to herself) that the Prince probably had enough humans to play dolls with and it wasn't what the Prince had in mind for a wife. Still, she skipped down the stairs when it was time and shook hands when she was introduced to the Prince and his three young companions.

There was a tall dark haired man with blue eyes that went by the name of Seto. Marik, a pretty Blonde who was friendly and full of energy that made Ryou wanted to smoother her hand over her mouth in a giggle. She was introduced to the Prince next. Yami, he had strange hair that was three colors, and eyes that were red, but he stood proudly and kissed her hand politely. Finally, Ryou was turned to the last companion off-handedly by her father. Ryou made a tiny gasp, and it wasn't because her dress was too tight. In her front room stood a gorgeous milky haired teen, he said his name was Bakura.

Ryou flushed, and ducked her head when she caught herself staring. Only her father's commanding words made her move. She did as she was told and led the boys into the drawing room to wait for dinner. The four boys gratefully took their seats, and quickly forgot that she or Mihko was in the room.

Her little sister cleared her throat and spoke up, "Can I get you anything to drink or eat? Anything?"

Seto shook his head and waved her off, "That will be alright. Go on and leave if you like." Mihko nodded and did just that. She sat down in a chair just outside the door and waited to be needed.

"We're not stay here long, are we Seto? You know how formalities like these give me headaches. Everyone knows that these girls are just going to marry some old Lord in a far off village." Yami began to speak without taking notice that Ryou was still in the room.

"Not long, but we did promise your parents we would travel the entire kingdom and not just the cities." Seto reminded, in a scolding tone, which said it wasn't the time for such a conversation.

Marik's attention wandered, they had been over this so many times it only held his attention until the we. He quickly spotted, Ryou and smiled brightly, wiggling his fingers at her he sung, "Hello."

Seto and Yami quickly hushed their conversation and followed Marik's wave. "Who are you?" Yami snarled, in only a fashion a Prince, Ryou assumed, could do.

"Yami be nice." Bakura replied. "You're the daughter, the one of the Lord's that is 'oh so beautiful,'?"

Ryou nodded shyly, her gazing falling to the ground, she only managed to glance at the boys threw half lidded eyes. "I am his daughter, but you do not want me. I am dull. I spend all my days reading."

"People here actually read?" Seto cocked an eyebrow, surprised by the fact that the village was at least somewhat highly educated.

"Well, I do." Ryou smiled shyly. Well, at least one.

Marik smiled brightly and leaned forward, "Well the rumors did not lie. You are beautiful."

This caused the other boys to glare at Marik, "Marik, I don't want her. I want no one." Yami spoke bitterly.

"I know. Still can we bring her with us?" Marik liked this conversation even if it was just as well known as the previous one. This conversation he at least spoke.

Seto shook his head, "We'll see after the end of the week. When we are done searching the town for the 'perfect wife' if you still want to bring her..."

Ryou bowed and took a step back feeling flushed and embarrassed. She felt very out of place and she did appreciate being spoke about like she wasn't in the room. "Thank you, Sirs. I'm going to go...check on dinner."

Both Marik and Bakura leaned forward as they watched her leave. "There is something different about her." Bakura said softly.

"You can't have her. She's mine!" Marik smirked teasingly. "Just like all the other 'most beautiful girls' I'll have her taken by the end of the week."

The boys chuckled, "You're so dirty Marik-chan." Yami smiled.

"Hai, thank you Yami-san," Marik mocked him with a slight bow.

"Will you two get quiet? What you're talking about isn't right. We could get in trouble if we...well if someone hears you and takes it wrong. The Prince does not need the people mad at him if he's going to be King," Seto scolded regaining himself. He knew he had to be the adult when it came to times like these.

"Why do we want that to happen, again?" Bakura growled, he wasn't ready to let the trip end and their responsibilities begin.

"If the Prince, Yami, becomes king he'll give us high positions in his court. These luxuries you would not have without him." Seto explained once again, because really it was hard trying to explain work to boys that simply wanted to have fun. "If he doesn't become King, Pegasus will, then he'll banish the Prince, Yami."

Marik squeaked and jumped into Yami's lap, "We can't let that happen, I would miss my Yami too much."

"Awe Marik-kun," Yami hugged Marik to him cradling and rocking him like a baby. He wrapped his arms around him. Both boys were on the edge waiting for the other to pounce even while they held onto each other. "My Marik, the poor thing. He'll miss me."

Marik grinned sneakily. Giggiling, he squirmed in Yami's arms until they both fell out of the chair.

"Marik-chan!" Yami squealed. Marik chuckled and dashed away. "Meow!" Yami pounced after him and out of the room, "Meow!"

Bakura and Seto smirked at each other as they heard the two running about in the next room. It was good to see the two boys getting along so well. Silence descended onto the two room and the two remain companions glanced at each other nervously. Moments later both walked back into the drawing room and casually took their seats.

Seto raised a long eyebrow curiously, but was interrupted from commenting when Ryou reappeared in the room. "Dinner is ready." She announced and they all stood to follow her.