Author's note: Hey guys, thanks for taking interest in this fic! :3 It's nonetheless my first Yu-Gi-Oh fic, and though it sounds a bit cliché, I promise it gets more original later on. Let's go!

(As a side note, I know nothing of Ancient Egypt, so I'm making up traditions and clothing styles and much more as I go. I hope you guys don't mind, especially since this isn't supposed to be the real Ancient Egypt, but like an alternate to it!)

Summary: Prince Ryou's ever-busy father, the King of Egypt, decides it is time for his son to get his own slave. One thing Ryou didn't expect was to get the most rebellious slave on the entire planet, let alone being pulled into another world thanks to him. Semi-AU (AU at first, then they go to the canon world). Main pairing is BxR, with sided MxM, YYxY and JxK.

Rated M for descriptive violence, strong language and future sexual scenes/themes (later on maybe other grotesque occurrences will happen, so beware). This is a yaoi fan-fiction (Male x Male), so if this offends you, please skip and don't flame. Thanks!

Warning - crap chapter one, because I had to do a lot of explaining of their world & positions and stuff. Forgive me .o. It spices up in the next one, honestly, as there won't be as much descriptions.

The trading market boomed with shouts and yells, the slavers trying to convince the buyers that they sold the best ware. Each seller yelped that they have the lowest prices, and that they are still willing to bargain. People walked around, shamelessly checking out the slaves who knelt down on the dirty ground beside their current owners.

Amongst them, a petite, thin young man walked forward, chocolate brown eyes gazing all around uncertainly, as if he didn't know why was he here in the first place. His somewhat childlike, innocent features were surrounded by semi-long, pearly white hair. Last and most surprising of all, his skin was almost as pale as his hair, which made him stand out from the crowds of people with skins burned by the hot sun of Egypt. In order for him not to turn tan, he ha a long light robe wrapped around him protectively, a hood resting on his head, allowing the sunlight to only touch a very small part of the bottom of the boy's face, even though his eyes shone from the shadows.

Next to him, a slightly taller, tanned boy walked, his bushy, creamy-coloured hair surrounding his face nonchalantly, lavender eyes grasping the view all around him as if he wasn't out in months. He was dressed in a light shirt, revealing his slim belly, and knee-length, slightly baggy pants. He had a faint smile on his lips, seemingly satisfied with his surroundings, unlike the petite boy by his side.

Adding to this, both of them were surrounded by their guards, strong-postured men with their chests bared and looking ready to defend the two of them from any harm, should it come their way.

"Hey, Ryou, how about this one?" the tanned boy asked, pointing at one of the many slaves that surrounded them. It was a girl, dressed in scanty rags, with her head lowered, brown, slightly curly hair hiding her face.

The albino looked over at the slave and felt a pang of sympathy, but knowing he could do nothing, he only shook his head. "No, Malik."

He didn't even want to be here. It was all his father's idea; as rarely as he ever got time to even think about his son, this time he suddenly decided it was time for Ryou to get someone to help him in his everyday life (as if the servants weren't enough). Ryou himself was strongly against the idea of slavery, but until he was the King, he could do little about it, and his father certainly seemed to like having people trained into obedience.

Speaking of which, it was his father who was the King of the whole of Egypt. He was known all throughout the country as a leader with a passion for his people, which seemed bitterly funny to Ryou, given that on the usual daily basis he seemed to forget his son completely. Either way, Ryou was next in line, being the only child of the King. Or perhaps, the only one left.

Malik, his best friend, was also a Prince. However, unlike Ryou, who was to rule the country they lived in, Malik was a Prince of only one town – though it was one of the biggest in the whole of Egypt. Malik was a bit less important than Ryou royalty-wise, however he too would hold great power when he'd find a wife to marry – and for that he had to reach his full maturity age (twenty in this case, and he was but seventeen, a year older than Ryou). His own family was long deceased, but he was considered a Prince still, even though he decided about his town's current state, together with his advisers. But only marriage would gain him full King rights.

Yet another of Malik's shouts interrupted Ryou's thoughts. "Ryou, look! This one has the same hair colour as you!"

Blinking in surprise, Ryou followed Malik's gaze and had to blink again at the sight before him. Seemingly a young, thin man was settled on his knees, his hair white, but wild and bushy, while the Prince had his hair brushed down slightly. His clothing was very foreign to Ryou – he had a striped shirt, and on top of that a light blue robe-like cloth. He had blue-coloured pants, very different to what Ryou was used to seeing. What surprised him further was the man's skin tone; it looked as if he was even paler than Ryou. But there was something that stood out, that made him different from other slaves even more than his appearance – while other slaves knelt down submissively, heads lowered, this one had his own head held right up, an angry expression on his face. The dark, menacing eyes glared at anyone who passed by.

Ryou wanted to refuse and go on, he really did, but there was something about this man that made him want to take a closer look; gulping, he neared towards him, Malik right behind.

Noticing the boys approaching, the slave now busied himself with glaring at the two of them, one at a time, and looked even more angry that he couldn't get to see Ryou's face, so all he could do was stare into the shadows that hid him.

The slaver, a tall, middle-aged, dark-skinned man that decorated himself with jewellery of all sorts, showing off his rich status, noticed their arrival, too. "Ah, this one interests you?" he questioned, peeking down at his property. "Indeed, very different than any other slaves, isn't it? Would you like to purchase him?" he kept on pressuring on Ryou further, making the boy unsure whether he did want this man, but the seller's words made him not want to refuse, either. "Umm, I..."

"Wait a second," Malik eyed the slave up. "He's got bracelets!"

Ryou, avoiding looking at the man's face, looked at his hands, which were tied up behind him, like the rest of the slaves. Malik was right – two shiny silver bracelets settled upon his wrists. He looked at the seller, puzzled.

"Indeed, we suspect this one can use magic, but I wouldn't call him a magician," the man replied. "Besides, he wouldn't remain quiet, so we had to cast a spell on him. Combining the binding spell with the silencing one and casting them onto the bracelets seemed wise enough."

Those weren't normal bracelets, of course – they were specially used to disarm anyone of magical sources, so they couldn't cast any spells at all, as well as forcing their wearer into obedience. Which just made the slave more dangerous than Ryou would like. In his confusion, he finally looked at the albino's face, just to be met with furious dark eyes that seemed to ask: 'How dare you buy me?'.

Turning away, he mumbled something inaudible to the slaver, who resumed his endless monologue about how this white-haired man would make a magnificent slave to anyone. Finally giving up, Ryou nodded his head, and the rich man clapped his hands in victory. "Excellent! Now then, let's talk about the price, shall we?"

In the end, Ryou had to pay three thousand gold pieces, which was a little below average price for a slave (not to mention it didn't have much value to Ryou, who had more gold than anyone would ever dream of, being the Prince). He'd have to pay much more if not Malik's skills in bargaining, who instantly decided to help Ryou out once he noticed his friend was completely hopeless in this matter.

"Very well," the man nodded his head as he received the gold. "Now that the deal is done, let me get a suitable chain for your new slave, and-" He was abruptly cut off by a voice behind him.

"Leader!" a young man ran up to the seller, who gave him an angry look for disturbing him while he had buyers. "Forgive me, but the new slave batch arrived."

The man hesitated, before looking at Ryou questioningly.

"It's alright," the Prince said instinctively, his polite nature taking over. "We can wait."

"It will only be a minute," the seller promised, before he walked to the side with the other man, where a carriage stood.

Ryou yet again looked down at the still kneeling man, now his own slave, who glared at him with such hate Ryou found it hard not to shiver. By the looks of it, this man wouldn't be what people thought a 'good' slave at all, and the Prince knew very well that he would cause a lot of trouble. So why did he even want to buy him? Because of the seller's pressuring words? No, it was something else, but Ryou couldn't quite put a finger on it. He was simply attracted to the man, not in a sexual way, that is, but there was something utterly familiar in that flaring expression and dark hateful eyes. Or maybe, the real reason was because life as a Prince was the most boring thing in the world, and some part of himself deep inside wanted to change that.

He didn't know. So he just looked up at his friend, wanting to meet his usual reassuring glance that would make him feel better and tell him that even if this was going to be hard, he would have support. But Malik's eyes did not look at him at all. The tan-skinned boy seemed hypnotized by something, staring right past Ryou, mouth slightly agape. "Malik?" Ryou asked uncertainly, but Malik just walked past. "Malik, what are you-..."

Turning around to look at his friend, Ryou yet again blinked in surprise. A tall, dark-skinned man was being lead by two guards, who struggled with him. He fought to free himself, which was quite hard with his hands tied back, but nonetheless, he wouldn't give up, until a third guard ran up to them, holding something in his hand. He stood behind the struggling man and did something to his hands; then, with an angry groan, the man stopped fighting and simply stood there, unable to defend himself, or speak. Ryou knew they must've put the bracelets on him, too.

He was lead next to the slave Ryou bought, and told to kneel down, which he did. Much like Ryou's, this slave was not about to give up so easily, shooting death-glares at anyone who dared to look his way. The white-haired man beside him seemed keen on getting attention from the other, but he looked as if he was unaware of his presence, merely giving him a short glance, clearly not recognizing the albino. Who, on the other hand, looked quite shocked.

Now that the dark-skinned slave was not moving around wildly, Ryou could get a better look at him. His skin tone was a shade darker than Malik's, but his hair was a very similar colour – in fact, they had almost the same fringes, parted in the middle, with streaks left to hang at the sides of their faces, covering the eyes, except the slave had his hair spiky and wild and totally messy. What slightly worried Ryou, however, was the fact that he had the very same lines underneath his eyes as Malik did, and they wore the same earrings.

"Malik..?" Ryou whispered, half to himself as he neared the slave, as well. Malik gazed down at him, and he gazed right back, eyes flaring in silent fury.

"I want him."

Ryou tilted his head at Malik, who finally looked away from the man to gaze at Ryou. "I want to buy him," he repeated. Ryou shrugged, though he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy by the slave – he was obviously shaped better than Malik, muscle-wise, with a broad chest and shoulders, and looked like he could easily overpower the skinny boy. But Malik seemed determined to make this very slave his own.

And much like Ryou's, he was even more furious upon hearing this, his lavender eyes glaring at Malik with what looked like a strong murder intent, as well as a warning that read 'don't even think about it'.

The seller returned, interrupting them. He held a heavy metal chain in his hands. On one end it had a metal collar, on the other a handle made of metal and covered with animal pelt, so it was comfortable to hold. He put the collar on Ryou's slave, tightening it around his neck. The white-haired man looked like he wanted to bite right into his flesh, but something stopped him – bracelets, Ryou assumed. The slaver turned to Ryou and handed him the handle. "Enjoy your purchase!"

"Wait," Malik waved his hand at the man to get his attention. "I want to buy this one."

"Oh, is that so? Excellent choice, my dear lord, let me have a quick look at him and figure out a suitable price..."

Soon enough, after spending another four thousand gold pieces (the man was very stubborn on the price, telling them that the dark-skinned slave's posture was suitable for hard work, so he was more expensive than Ryou's lean-bodied one), the two Princes walked together, chains in their hands, and their two newly purchased slaves trailed after them unwillingly, the bracelets making it impossible for them to refuse, let alone fight for their freedom.

Regardless, Ryou had a feeling those two wouldn't give up, and that soon, they would cause more trouble than Ryou could even think of.