Hi everyone I'm back. This is for CK and all the others that have been waiting for this to come out. With college starting up again I have been very busy. So sorry to all my readers for the long hiatus, but I finally got a chapter up for my new story. I will try to put the prequel for Past to Future Love out at the same time, so you guys can enjoy two stories from me. Also this story was brought on when I remembered working on my grandparents farm when I was younger so I decided to add the Yugioh cast and have a little fun. I hope you all enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, or any of the references to Psycho, but I do hate telemarketers and at my house we are instructed to treat them just as Ryou tells Bakura to do in the story.
One more thing Ryou is somewhat out of character because I have always loved the thought of Ryou being sweet and kind on the outside but some kind of maniac on the inside, especially when with his Yami so prepare for some madness between the two.
Living a Little of the Farm Life.
"Big brother! Big brotherrr! Are you here?" That was what Mokuba Kaiba yelled as he entered the Kaiba Mansion. Mokuba closed the front door to the mansion and heaved his backpack, which was filled with the school year's assignments, reports, and graded tests, onto a table that held one of the many technological devices his brother had been working on. Today had been the last day of school and everything had to be brought home, but Mokuba was too worried to be happy about summer starting.
"Seto!" Mokuba yelled again, but after getting no answer, he ran upstairs intent on finding his brother before his teacher could call. Why you ask? Well Mokuba had volunteered Seto and a few others for community service. There's nothing wrong with that, unless you didn't inform the person that had been volunteered or you didn't tell that person what they would be doing, both of which Mokuba had decide not to do. Mokuba reached the top of the stairs and ran down the corridor towards his brother's home study. When he reached the door, which was closed, he heard rapid tapping, signaling that Seto was home. Mokuba barged into the room and ran to his brother, who was sitting behind his desk, typing on his laptop. Surprised by the sudden interruption, Seto stopped typing long enough to look at his brother and smile.
"Are you happy that school is out for the summer?" Seto said to the screen of his laptop. Mokuba lifted his hand to the back of his head and began to rub it.
"Uh yeah. Speaking of summer..."
"Sorry Mokuba, but I have too much planned so I can't do anything with you today." Seto interrupted and turned the computer chair he was sitting in to face his brother as he spoke, passively drumming a pencil on his desk.
"You never have time."
"Sorry Mokuba, but I have a company to run and that does not leave me with a lot of time."
"I just wanted to know what you had planned for the next two weeks?" Seto looked at his little brother suspiciously.
"What have you done Mokuba? It has to be something bad because you are leading into it." Seto pushed a few buttons on his laptop and closed it.
"Now tell me what you have..." The loud ringing of the phone interrupted Seto and he rotated his chair to grab it.
"Kaiba residence." Seto answered and he heard an all too familiar voice.
"Hello Mr. Kaiba, this is Mr. Hibasi."
"What did Mokuba do?" Seto could hear Mr. Hibasi sigh on the other end.
"Today, Mokuba told little Johnny Neeson to jump off the top rung of the ladder of the sliding board with an umbrella so the umbrella would stop him from falling and he would land on his feet."
"So?"
"Johnny did it and he found out that you still fall. His broken leg proves it." Seto turned to glare at Mokuba who had began to twist his foot into the floor.
"But that is not what I'm calling about. From the tone of your voice I don't think Mokuba has told you what he has done today, so I'll hold while you talk to him." Seto pulled the phone away from his ear and glared at Mokuba.
"You told Johnny Neeson to jump off the top rung of the sliding board ladder with an umbrella. What the hell were you thinking?"
"That it would be funny." Mokuba mumbled and kicked at an invisible object on the carpeted floor.
"Well it wasn't, he has an broken leg and what else did you do today?" Mokuba looked at the ground and played with his hands.
"Start talking now Mokuba." Seto said firmly. Mokuba looked at Seto and sighed.
"I know that you are busy and stuff, but I volunteered us for some community service." Seto took his free hand and began to massage his forehead and the area around his eyes.
"Where?"
"It has animals and homestyle cooking and..."
"Where Mokuba?" Seto said through gritted teeth. Mokuba already being prepared for what might happen to him, gave Seto a pair of puppy eyes and pouted.
"See big brother you always told me to help my community out..."
"Mokuba none of the eye and pouting stuff is working, so tell me where so I can punish you now."
"But..."
"Dammit Mokuba, where?" Seto said menacingly and glared at his brother.
"The Grierson's farm." Mokuba said quickly and chewed on his bottom lip.
"That's it?" Seto did not wait for Mokuba to answer; instead, he put the telephone back to his ear to talk to Mr. Hibasi.
"Mr. Hibasi, it will be taken care of. I'll just send them some money and that will take care of the matter." Seto could hear Mr. Hibasi sigh and then chuckle lightly.
"He did not tell you everything did he?"
"Huh, hold on a moment." Seto removed the phone once again from his ear and looked at Mokuba, who had been finding his hair very interesting at that particular moment.
"Uh Seto I need a haircut."
"You hate haircuts, which is the reason your hair is the way it is, now finish." Seto did not need to elaborate any further because Mokuba immediately understood what Seto meant when his blue eyes bored into him.
"'Uh you can't give money or anything like that. You have to work on the farm."
"What! You have me working on a damn farm for the first two weeks of summer! Have you lost your mind! You will have to cancel it!"
"I can't, I promised them that we would arrive Sunday night so we could get a fresh start Monday morning. They are looking for us to be there."
"What the hell?" By now Seto was yelling and Mokuba was backing away slowly, all the while reaching for the large paperweight on his brother's desk.
"You said that we needed a new experience."
"Yes I did, like a vacation to a tropical island, where you stay in nice suites, drink tropical beverages, and eat great food! Not where you have to use a hole for a toilet, wonder if the water is clean, and ask if the food should be eaten by you or the pig!" Seto eyed Mokuba as he lifted the phone back to his ear, daring the young Kaiba to move. When Seto got back on the phone Mr. Hibasi spoke.
"Now that was the tone I was expecting to hear the first time I called. Now that you know about the little community service endeavor, I would suggest that you call the others who are supposed to join you." Seto heard the movement of papers in the background as Mr. Hibasi looked for the names of the others that would be joining him and Mokuba. Seconds later Mr. Hibasi returned to the phone with what Seto assumed was the list of people he would be working with.
"Mr. Kaiba, the people that will be going to the Grierson's farm with you are Yugi Moutoh, Malik Ishtar, and Ryou Bakura. There is one space left, but Mokuba told me that you would be able to find someone to fill it, so the last person is up to you. The service starts Monday so I would suggest that you call the other participants. Good day Mr. Kaiba and tell Mokuba I said good luck." Seto hung up the phone and he could see Mokuba preparing to run out of his office. He stood quickly and grabbed Mokuba by the back of his shirt.
"What the hell were you going to do with that damn paperweight?" Mokuba smiled sheepishly and placed the paperweight back on the desk, the way he found it.
"Can't be to careful. I grabbed it just in case you forgot to take your medicine. It was just a form of protection." Seto eyed his brother and pushed his head.
"What a comedian." Mokuba kicked his brother's leg and turned to run out the door, but Seto called him back.
Where do you think you are going? We have people to contact and who in the hell is going to fill the last spot on the list?"
"I have an idea, just call the others."
Ring! Ring!
"Moshi moshi, Yugi here." Seto could hear one of the Tetris themes playing in the background when Yugi picked up the phone.
"Hey it's me Seto."
"What's up, what do you need?" Seto was about to answer, but Yami's voice in the background interrupted.
"Aibou I beat level twenty on this game, it's the last level. I told you that I could beat any game."
"That's great Yami, but you have more levels."
"No I do..." Seto heard the fast paced Russian music begin again as the new level was started.
"You bought that to keep him busy didn't you Yugi?"
"Yeah, he beats every videogame and then gets bored if he doesn't have something new to play."
"So?"
"So, he becomes annoying to everyone and everything around him when he is bored, I bought him a game that he can't win. Tetris goes on forever."
"Brilliant plan."
"So what did you want?"
You see uh..." More of Yami from the background.
"I beat two more levels Yugi am I almost there?"
"Sure Yami." Seto laughed and began talking to Yugi again.
"Mokuba..."
"What did he do?" Yugi said sighing.
"He volunteered us for some community service at the old Grierson's farm. We have to work on the farm for two weeks, doing some of the chores and that type of thing. I wanted to know if you could come?"
"Doesn't that place have animals and stuff?"
"Yeah, Yugi."
"When is it?" Yami from the background again.
"Aibou I have beat seven levels and I don't seem to be getting anywhere."
"Yami you just have to play all the levels."
"But aibou..."
"Yami just play the levels until they say that you have won."
"Okay..." There was more to what Yami said, but Yugi chose to ignore him.
"When is it Seto?"
"This Monday, but I'm picking everyone up Sunday morning, so we can get acquainted with the place and be ready to work Monday morning."
"Sounds cool to me, I have nothing planned, but can I bring Yami?"
"Yeah, but you have to keep him inside the puzzle. Bring enough clothes for two weeks, nothing too fancy, and any other things you might need. I'll pick you up Sunday morning, so be ready."
"Okay..." Yami once again.
"Aibou I'm on level forty seven and I still don't see any difference. Yugi I don't think that this game ends."
"Sure it does. You aren't admitting defeat are you?"
"Me? Never! I am the King of Games. I have never lost a game."
"Okay, okay finish playing then." Seto could hear the game's music start again and he hung up giggling knowing that Yami would be occupied for a very long time.
Ring! Ring!
Malik Ishtar tackled his yami to the ground and put him in a headlock.
"Who's the bitch now. Go ahead and give up."
"Not in your lifetime." Marik reached up with his hand and grabbed his hikari's platinum locks, yanking them and pulling Malik's neck back painfully. Malik screamed and loosened the grip around his yami's neck; moments later letting him go completely.
"You scream like a little girl." Marik stood up and continued to pull his hikari's hair, making him follow his every move.
"Who's the bitch now?" Marik used his free hand to smack his hikari's butt and Malik yelped at the stinging sensation the action left.
"Quiet, now where's my money?"
"I'm not your damn whore."
"Yeah whores get paid."
"Shut up and get the phone."
"You can't order me around, now you get the phone."
"I'm not..." The statement stopped when Marik pulled Malik in a standing position and kissed his earlobe, making him moan.
"Answer the phone."
"Okay I'm goin' to." Malik kissed his yami back and went to answer the phone, while his yami sat at a small table behind him.
"Malik here."
"What took you so damn long?"
"Yami and I were playing Pimps and Hoes."
"Who won?"
"He did this time, but I'll get him back." Seto could hear Marik in the background yelling at his hikari.
"Bitch get my food. I'm hungry."
"I'm coming dammit, hold on a minute."
"He really gets into character doesn't he."
"Yeah, every time he wins it just goes to his head."
"So what do you want?"
"Mokuba volunteered us for a community service job and I wanted to know if you could come."
"'What is it?"
"We have to work on the Grierson's farm for two weeks."
"You talkin' about the people who live in the place that looks like the house from the movie Psycho."
"Yeah, you think that too? Whenever I tell people that they say that they don't see it."
"Well I see it and I swear if I find any dead bodies in a shower, any holes drilled in the bathroom walls, or some guy talking to a skeleton calling it Mother, I'm gone."
"Same here. So will you be able to make it. It starts Monday morning, but I am picking everyone up Sunday morning."
"Yeah I can make it, but can I bring Marik?"
"Yeah, but keep him hidden. Be ready on Sunday."
"Yeah okay." Before Seto hung up he could hear Malik and his Yami in the background exchanging words between each other.
"Bitch get my food and when you're finished go work the corner, I need some cash."
"What the hell? You go sell your own ass."
"I would, but you are used to taking it and I'm used to giving it. Whores are the submissive ones, so you get my food and go work that damn corner." Malik must have given his yami the middle finger because a second later Seto heard Marik yell something about removing a "naughty little finger". The click sounded in his ear, telling Seto that Malik had hung up the phone, and he laughed as he dialed Ryou's number.
Ring! Ring!
"Get the phone Ryou, I'm watching TV."
"Well that takes a lot of effort. Get your sorry ass up and answer the phone, I'm cooking." Grumbling about having a crazy hikari, Bakura walked over to a small table and answered the ringing phone.
"Hello, I don't give a damn who you are, I don't want to buy anything, and if you are not a telemarketer what the hell do you want?" Bakura said unenthusiastically.
"Uhh yeah..." Seto could hear Ryou yell from the background,
"Bakura you don't answer the phone like that. Don't make me come in there."
"But aibou it solves all the phone crap in one sentence."
"Answer the phone correctly."
"Who is this?" Bakura spoke directly into the phone.
"It's me Seto."
"What do you want?" Before Seto could answer he heard Ryou pick up the other line.
"Hello." Said an annoyed British accent.
"Hey Ryou, uhh piece of advice don't let your yami answer the phone."
"I told him he can only answer the phone like that when telemarketers call."
"Well I called to tell you that Mokuba signed us up for some community service and I wanted to know if you could come?"
"When and what?"
"Sunday morning I pick everyone up, but the service starts Monday and we will be working on the Grierson's farm for two weeks. So can you come?" Ryou paused for a moment and answered, but was interrupted by his yami.
"Sure I can come..."
"I don't want to come. I hate this boring com- com- whatever."
"He didn't ask you he asked me and you haven't been reading those books I bought you have you? I told you a third grade education is not cute, now go practice your vowels and vocabulary words."
"But I'm watching TV." Bakura whined into the phone.
"You better be watching Sesame Street, but since I know that you're not, you might as well practice your vocabulary."
"I'm watching TV dammit, so leave me alone." Seto heard one line click, but he still heard breathing.
"Hold on Seto." Seto heard Ryou move through the house changing phones as he went. He soon heard Ryou enter a room with a television and he heard the voice of a woman giving directions to do something. A few seconds later Seto could hear Ryou yelling at his yami.
"Dammit Bakura, this is why nothing gets into your brain. All this fucking TV. What the hell are you watching? Isn't that the dissecting video that my biology teacher gave to me to help me dissect the cat from class?"
"I don't know I just found it and put it in the VCR. It's cool though."
"Bakura is that a dead bird on my coffee table?"
"Yeah, I want to do what the lady is doing."
"They don't have the same body parts you moron." Ryou was yelling at his yami and occasionally Seto heard thuds, each one followed by Bakura yelling 'Ouch' or 'Aibou that phone hurts'.
"Now get that dead bird out of my house."
"But..."
"Out!"
"But aibou that's being wasteful. We could eat it."
"Eat it! Eat it! You can eat it. I hope it rots your damn spine. Now go throw it away."
"And they call me crazy."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Seto? Are you still there?"
"Uh yeah. You look so nice and innocent on the outside, but for the people who know you, we know better than to think that."
"Yeah well, having a yami like him can do that to you. Damn crazed son of a bitch."
"And you stay with him because?"
"He's my yami, he's adorable, he's sweet, and the sex is great."
"Too much info."
"You asked."
"Well be ready Sunday morning and bring two weeks worth of clothes. You might want to bring Bakura."
"You must think that I am crazy. If I leave him here I might not have a house to come back to."
"Good point, so be ready Sunday morning."
"Okay, anything else?"
"No."
"Okay bye"
"Bye." Seto hung up the phone and then turned to look at his little brother.
"I've called everyone and they all said that they could come, but we are still missing one person."
"I can take care of that." Mokuba pulled a small, crumbled piece of notebook paper out of his pocket and dialed the number printed on it."
"Who are you calling?"
"You'll see when he picks up the phone."
Ring! Ring!
A light breeze blew silver strands from around the face of a man who had been drinking a very fine chardonnay. The unexpected and simple act of the phone ringing startled him and he stopped mid sip. Beside him stood his most trusted security agent, Croquet, was watching the sunset alongside his employer. The young man uncrossed his legs and set the wine glass, filled with the chardonnay, next to the expensive cheese he had been eating moments earlier.
"Who on Earth would be calling me?"
"Sir should we answer the phone?"
"Yes, but if it is anyone offering a business proposition or anything, tell them that I am not interested."
"Yes Sir." Croquet turned from the gentleman and went to retrieve the phone. Croquet walked into one of the main halls and picked the phone up mid ring.
"Pegasus residence."
"Hey you know you answer the phone like my big brother."
"Excuse me?"
"Hey Croquet..." Croquet assumed that the phone had been snatched away from whomever he had been speaking to because next he heard loud yelling.
"Did you just say Croquet!"
"Yes."
"Have you gone mad! You can't invite him!"
"I'm not going to invite Croquet, I'm going to invite Pegasus."
"And that is better!" The yelling had become extremely loud, a few seconds later the arguing stopped, and the sound of a body collapsing followed closely behind.
"Always knew that his paperweight would come in handy. Croquet are you still there?" Croquet, who had blanked out after the arguing stopped, answered weakly.
"Yes. W- who is this?"
"You don't recognize my voice?"
"N- no, wait a minute. Is this Mokuba Kaiba."
"Yeah, you remembered. Can you put Pegasus on the phone?"
"I don't believe this. Hold a moment." Croquet took the phone from his ear and walked back out to the balcony that Pegasus was sitting on, still sipping wine.
"Sir, someone wants to speak to you."
"Who is it?"
"You would not believe me if I told you." Croquet handed the phone to Pegasus and walked away slowly, rubbing his head. Pegasus put the phone to his ear and picked up his wine glass in the other.
"Hello?"
"Hey Pegsy."
"I do not like that little nickname... Who is this?"
"It's me."
"Me who."
"Mokuba." The glass that Pegasus had currently been drinking out of fell from his hand and broke on the marble floor.
"Is this some sick joke?"
"Nope. I just had to ask you a question."
"You can't be serious. You are calling me after everything I did to you at Duelist Kingdom?"
"Yeah?"
"How did you get this number."
"Like my big brother always says 'Money talks and bullshit walks."
"My what language. Let me clear things up for you. I am the man that kidnapped you, stole your soul, and tried to take over your brother's company. While we are on the subject of brothers where is yours? I am pretty sure that he would want me stuffed and mounted over his fireplace and he would be getting onto you about that language."
"Yes he does and yes he would, but he's sorta out now."
"What do you mean sorta out? You are either gone or there."
"Well you see he's in the mansion..."
"So he is there."
"Well yes and no. Let me finish. He's knocked out right here in front of me..."
"How did that happen?"
"I had to use his paperweight."
"Are you talking about the crystal paperweight shaped like a rose?"
"Yeah, how did you know?"
"I fancied that one when I was hacking your brother's laptop long ago. Well it is a rather large paperweight, it will surely leave a mark."
"Yep, he has a knot already, but anyway do you get it? He's here, but he's not."
"Got it."
"But getting back to what I called you for, I wanted to know if you would join Seto, me, and a few others on a bit of community service."
"What?"
"See, I didn't have enough names to put on a list to help out, so I just chose your name."
"I am pretty sure that you could have chosen someone else?"
"I could have, but I felt that I should get you back for Duelist Kingdom."
"I must say that is fair."
"Yep... Hold on." Pegasus could hear someone moaning and then heard Mokuba yell something about being alright. Pegasus concentrated on hearing the conversation going on in the background.
"I had a dream that you were talking to Croquet."
"I was, but I'm not anymore."
"Good, so who is on the phone now?"
"Pegasus."
"What are you doing on the phone with him and why is this knot on my forehead!"
"Big brother calm down..."
"Calm down! Calm down! He stole your soul and you act like you don't remember!" Pegasus soon heard Seto say something about a paperweight hurting and then a body hitting the floor.
"Sorry 'bout that Pegasus, but I had to hit him again."
"You are going to get it when he wakes up."
"Yeah, I'll worry about that later, but now I want to know if you will be able to come?"
"You mean I have a choice?"
"Not really, if you didn't come I would have sent bodyguards to get you."
"Oh, well what is this little service involve?"
"We are going to be working on the Grierson's farm for two weeks. You know doing stuff like feeding the animals or yard work."
"I am not very fond of work."
"It will be fun."
"And what part of work is fun to you?"
"Look if you come I'll forget about everything that happened at Duelist Kingdom."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I heard that your Eye was taken so you won't be taking any souls."
"Yes that is true."
"So do you have a big hole there now?"
"No actually I had an eye put in. I can see just fine out of both."
"Are they different colors?"
"No, same color."
"Darn. Do you know who stole your Eye?"
"Some young chap with layered white hair. I can't quite place his name now."
"Oh, so you are coming right."
"Yes, when should I be there?"
"Meet everyone at the Grierson's farm Sunday morning. Bring working clothes, enough for two weeks."
"Okay."
"Bye Pegsy."
"Young Kaiba I do not like..." The click of the phone interrupted Pegasus and he sighed. After hanging up the phone and staring at the sunset in the distance it finally dawned on him what he had just gotten himself into.
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