Hello, people! My name, as you can tell, is MistressNekoSakura. I might not
have revealed my true name, but I hope that my fics can provide
entertainment to you! :) With that said, let me move on to the disclaimer
and author's note!
Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own, Yu-Gi-Oh! If I did, I would be able to publish some of my shounen-ai stories as manga, but sadly that dream will never be realized. :)
Author's Note: Yes, this fic tries to support Seto/Yami shounen-ai, along with some hints of Yami/Yuugi a lot later. Expect much sugar-related insanity to appear. With that, I now present a fanfic that has some shounen- ai: Eternal Bonds.
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It was a rainy evening outside the buildings of Kaiba Corporation. Thunder and lightning echoed and flashed outside, though Seto Kaiba paid no attention to it. In the state he was in, the teenage CEO would not have been able to percieve anything, even the fact that all his workers had packed up for the day and left the owner of the Kaiba Empire behind.
Kaiba was the only person still closeted within the building, locked within his office. Lavishly furnished as befitting a CEO, it seemed to perfectly match the demeanor Seto Kaiba presented to the public. Much like his office, he tended to come off as cold and distant, a person who seemed to exist for only a single purpose. Much like his office, Kaiba did not seem to care for the simple pleasures of life.
However, the way he looked right now would give lie to this statement. His deep blue eyes, seemingly pools of intelligence and depth that were engaging, now were glazed over and had lost all focus, becoming puffy and red with tears. The soft and silky brown hair that looked so neat and orderly atop his head was now wildly scattered and tousled.
His light skin was untouched and still looked bright and vibrant, but his face looked stained with tears, marring his handsome and imperious face. Tall and skinny, he relaxed in a black leather chair in his office, sporting a black suit that made him look handsome. However, the suit jacket was slackened, revealing the white shirt and tie underneath. The slackened jacket resembled its wearer, having flopped limply into the chair with little to any control over his mind and the visions he saw.
The cause of all this lay on Seto Kaiba's desk. Paperwork required for Kaiba's dream, the amusement park of Kaiba Land, to be constructed in America lay before his eyes, perfectly organized and stacked. They had been the reason Kaiba had stayed in late, tonight. It was his dream to make the amusement park of Kaiba Land a reality, and he would sacrifice anything to make it become a reality.
They lay untouched, a black pen sitting atop the sheaf of papers unattended.
Next to the set of papers lay the dinner he had ordered from a prime restraunt, to help him through the long work and toil that supposedly awaited him tonight. Fresh salad sat on the plates; it was odd for a resteraunt such as that one to serve take-out, but for the money Kaiba paid them, they would have come over to Kaiba Corporation's buildings and prepared it right on his desk.
It was a dish he loved, eating it when he could get the chance. Like the work he had said he would be doing today, it lay untouched. Next to him was a bottle of wine, beautifully aged and wonderful in taste to Seto Kaiba. Unlike the food and work, it lay touched, drained more than three-fourths of the way.
In Kaiba's hands lay a half-empty glass, somewhat filled with rose-red wine. His tears had also mixed into the glass, since he was far too drunk to even lift the glass to his lips. However, he could still move about, shuffling drunkenly to his feet as the tears flooded the pools of his eyes again.
It had all started with Kaiba's work on Kaiba Land. Before long, it had led him to start thinking about the whole thing that had led to this. Back in Battle City, Kaiba's own creation, the tournament had been interrupted by Noa Kaiba, a brother he never knew existed.
Noa had halted the proceedings of the tourney, drawing Seto and most of the finalists into his own twisted game of reality. Dead at the age of 10, his real father- Seto's adoptive one- had brought him back to life within a virtual world when Noa had been run over by a truck.
Seto and Mokuba had been adopted, to be raised in the likeness of Noa Kaiba. It might have triggered Noa's sudden bout of mental insanity, wanting to destroy all of the human race. Horrified, Kaiba's father hurled the computer into the sea. From there, he continued his work to make Seto a perfect image of Noa.
However, he soon died, pushed off a building by Seto, who hated his cruel treatement of both he and his brother. Somehow, however, he too appeared in the Virtual Reality world, being the final roadblock between the escape of those trapped within.
Noa had been awakened by some disgruntled executives who had once tried to sieze control of Kaiba Corporation by trapping Kaiba in a virtual world. They had been foiled and left to rot in that world by Kaiba, but somehow they'd come back for revenge, enlisting Noa in their schemes.
Fighting through the virtual world, Kaiba managed to overcome all obstacles. Along the way, he had to deal with many obstacles, such as brother Mokuba being kidnapped and brainwashed into thinking he was Noa's brother. It was part of Noa's plan, to defeat Seto in every way and trap his soul within the world, allowing him to take posession of Seto's body and walk again in a world of color and brilliance.
Kaiba overcame each and every single obstacle, but he could not have done it without the help of.. him. That person's name echoed through his mind, a name that seemed to sprout up in his mind just as much as visions of him. That one person.
Yami.
That one person who had been pivotal in his life, with stern purple eyes that seemed to be judgemental and yet kind, emitting a strange beauty. Bright purple and blond hair was arranged on his head in a strange hair- style best described as three large spikes with large blond curls spilling over his eyes. He sported a slender figure that only added to his posture.
Yami had been the one who had defeated him, the one whom he swore to defeat. Time and time again, the young teen had led him out of the darkness, rescuing him. First he had defeated Pegasus at Duelist Kingdom, who had imprisoned his soul in a card. Again, he had saved Kaiba from Noa, once Noa had bested him in a duel and turned him into a stone statue.
Yami had saved him time and time again, always preaching to him about unity and friendship. His arrogant attitude and want for power would lead to his downfall, warned Yami. Only by trusting and beliving, by understanding and by opening his heart could he truly become what he wanted. It was something like that, as far as Seto was concerned.
Then, he should have listened to the teen, accepted his help. Now, here he was. For all his money and prestige, for all his handsome looks and those at school who loved him, for all that- he was miserable. He had ties to no one in this world, no one but his little brother Mokuba. Mokuba was the only one he cared for, the only one he had opened his soul to.
Even now, that last link to his family, the only people who could love him without condition, might well be fading. Young Mokuba had taken to his bed after the events of Battle City, claiming that he felt a bit weak. Days and weeks had passed since then, and it was clear that the goings on of Noa's virtual world had affected the boy's health in some way.
The thought of Mokuba wasting away in the cold and impersonal white walls of the hospital scared Seto. To lose the one person he had opened his heart and soul would be devestating to the soul, especially his. Yami and his friends had come by to offer some support, but Seto had brushed them off in his typical manner.
He regretted it now, regretted it all as tears stung his beautiful eyes. It was sad that he might lose the only reason he had for living now, since the responsiblities of Kaiba Corporation and the legacy of his adopted family mattered little. However, something else flooded his mind..
Seto Kaiba rose to his feet, gently stumbling towards the door of his office for no reason whatsoever, save for the wine controlling his mind. Visions of Yami had flooded his mind for the last few hours, beckoning. More wine had been drunk to rid him of the visions but they increased.
Even now, the visions poured on- a gentle Yuugi Mutou, beckoning Seto Kaiba into a world of bright sun and flowers, passed before his eyes as he further stumbled. Mokuba Kaiba, lying in a white hospital, dying with tears flooding his eyes.
Yami and those dratted friends of his, beckoning them to join him, to stand together with him against some foe.
Yami, somehow standing at the burial of his father, offering comfort and support.
Yami, standing at the end of a dark corridor and beckoning him to emerge into the light.
The visions poured on, flowing and continuing. Seto Kaiba stumbled to the doorway and fell near it, tears in his eyes. To him, the visions were real. Yami wanted to beckon him into the light, to make him realize what he was and what he could become. Like a family would, supporting him every step of the way.
Yami was like the only family he ever had, filling in what roles Mokuba could not. What was Yami supposed to be? He had to find his family. Seto swore that he would find his family, trace down the last of their bloodline.
Yami acted like a family, but Seto needed a real family. And so did Mokuba. The wine was showing him what he should do, or so thought Seto with no possession of mental faculties. He needed to find his family, to find those who could love him and treat him like a human, not some toy or a disgusting robot!
He faded into unconciousness from the amount of wine he had drunk, thinking only that he could find a family like that Yami, to treat Mokuba and he with that their adoptive father had never provided; kindness and love.
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* cowers behind flame-proof barrier of sakura trees and cats * Do not hurt me for this fic being bad! I tried as hard as I could, honest! Until next time, ja ne! * vanishes *
Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own, Yu-Gi-Oh! If I did, I would be able to publish some of my shounen-ai stories as manga, but sadly that dream will never be realized. :)
Author's Note: Yes, this fic tries to support Seto/Yami shounen-ai, along with some hints of Yami/Yuugi a lot later. Expect much sugar-related insanity to appear. With that, I now present a fanfic that has some shounen- ai: Eternal Bonds.
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It was a rainy evening outside the buildings of Kaiba Corporation. Thunder and lightning echoed and flashed outside, though Seto Kaiba paid no attention to it. In the state he was in, the teenage CEO would not have been able to percieve anything, even the fact that all his workers had packed up for the day and left the owner of the Kaiba Empire behind.
Kaiba was the only person still closeted within the building, locked within his office. Lavishly furnished as befitting a CEO, it seemed to perfectly match the demeanor Seto Kaiba presented to the public. Much like his office, he tended to come off as cold and distant, a person who seemed to exist for only a single purpose. Much like his office, Kaiba did not seem to care for the simple pleasures of life.
However, the way he looked right now would give lie to this statement. His deep blue eyes, seemingly pools of intelligence and depth that were engaging, now were glazed over and had lost all focus, becoming puffy and red with tears. The soft and silky brown hair that looked so neat and orderly atop his head was now wildly scattered and tousled.
His light skin was untouched and still looked bright and vibrant, but his face looked stained with tears, marring his handsome and imperious face. Tall and skinny, he relaxed in a black leather chair in his office, sporting a black suit that made him look handsome. However, the suit jacket was slackened, revealing the white shirt and tie underneath. The slackened jacket resembled its wearer, having flopped limply into the chair with little to any control over his mind and the visions he saw.
The cause of all this lay on Seto Kaiba's desk. Paperwork required for Kaiba's dream, the amusement park of Kaiba Land, to be constructed in America lay before his eyes, perfectly organized and stacked. They had been the reason Kaiba had stayed in late, tonight. It was his dream to make the amusement park of Kaiba Land a reality, and he would sacrifice anything to make it become a reality.
They lay untouched, a black pen sitting atop the sheaf of papers unattended.
Next to the set of papers lay the dinner he had ordered from a prime restraunt, to help him through the long work and toil that supposedly awaited him tonight. Fresh salad sat on the plates; it was odd for a resteraunt such as that one to serve take-out, but for the money Kaiba paid them, they would have come over to Kaiba Corporation's buildings and prepared it right on his desk.
It was a dish he loved, eating it when he could get the chance. Like the work he had said he would be doing today, it lay untouched. Next to him was a bottle of wine, beautifully aged and wonderful in taste to Seto Kaiba. Unlike the food and work, it lay touched, drained more than three-fourths of the way.
In Kaiba's hands lay a half-empty glass, somewhat filled with rose-red wine. His tears had also mixed into the glass, since he was far too drunk to even lift the glass to his lips. However, he could still move about, shuffling drunkenly to his feet as the tears flooded the pools of his eyes again.
It had all started with Kaiba's work on Kaiba Land. Before long, it had led him to start thinking about the whole thing that had led to this. Back in Battle City, Kaiba's own creation, the tournament had been interrupted by Noa Kaiba, a brother he never knew existed.
Noa had halted the proceedings of the tourney, drawing Seto and most of the finalists into his own twisted game of reality. Dead at the age of 10, his real father- Seto's adoptive one- had brought him back to life within a virtual world when Noa had been run over by a truck.
Seto and Mokuba had been adopted, to be raised in the likeness of Noa Kaiba. It might have triggered Noa's sudden bout of mental insanity, wanting to destroy all of the human race. Horrified, Kaiba's father hurled the computer into the sea. From there, he continued his work to make Seto a perfect image of Noa.
However, he soon died, pushed off a building by Seto, who hated his cruel treatement of both he and his brother. Somehow, however, he too appeared in the Virtual Reality world, being the final roadblock between the escape of those trapped within.
Noa had been awakened by some disgruntled executives who had once tried to sieze control of Kaiba Corporation by trapping Kaiba in a virtual world. They had been foiled and left to rot in that world by Kaiba, but somehow they'd come back for revenge, enlisting Noa in their schemes.
Fighting through the virtual world, Kaiba managed to overcome all obstacles. Along the way, he had to deal with many obstacles, such as brother Mokuba being kidnapped and brainwashed into thinking he was Noa's brother. It was part of Noa's plan, to defeat Seto in every way and trap his soul within the world, allowing him to take posession of Seto's body and walk again in a world of color and brilliance.
Kaiba overcame each and every single obstacle, but he could not have done it without the help of.. him. That person's name echoed through his mind, a name that seemed to sprout up in his mind just as much as visions of him. That one person.
Yami.
That one person who had been pivotal in his life, with stern purple eyes that seemed to be judgemental and yet kind, emitting a strange beauty. Bright purple and blond hair was arranged on his head in a strange hair- style best described as three large spikes with large blond curls spilling over his eyes. He sported a slender figure that only added to his posture.
Yami had been the one who had defeated him, the one whom he swore to defeat. Time and time again, the young teen had led him out of the darkness, rescuing him. First he had defeated Pegasus at Duelist Kingdom, who had imprisoned his soul in a card. Again, he had saved Kaiba from Noa, once Noa had bested him in a duel and turned him into a stone statue.
Yami had saved him time and time again, always preaching to him about unity and friendship. His arrogant attitude and want for power would lead to his downfall, warned Yami. Only by trusting and beliving, by understanding and by opening his heart could he truly become what he wanted. It was something like that, as far as Seto was concerned.
Then, he should have listened to the teen, accepted his help. Now, here he was. For all his money and prestige, for all his handsome looks and those at school who loved him, for all that- he was miserable. He had ties to no one in this world, no one but his little brother Mokuba. Mokuba was the only one he cared for, the only one he had opened his soul to.
Even now, that last link to his family, the only people who could love him without condition, might well be fading. Young Mokuba had taken to his bed after the events of Battle City, claiming that he felt a bit weak. Days and weeks had passed since then, and it was clear that the goings on of Noa's virtual world had affected the boy's health in some way.
The thought of Mokuba wasting away in the cold and impersonal white walls of the hospital scared Seto. To lose the one person he had opened his heart and soul would be devestating to the soul, especially his. Yami and his friends had come by to offer some support, but Seto had brushed them off in his typical manner.
He regretted it now, regretted it all as tears stung his beautiful eyes. It was sad that he might lose the only reason he had for living now, since the responsiblities of Kaiba Corporation and the legacy of his adopted family mattered little. However, something else flooded his mind..
Seto Kaiba rose to his feet, gently stumbling towards the door of his office for no reason whatsoever, save for the wine controlling his mind. Visions of Yami had flooded his mind for the last few hours, beckoning. More wine had been drunk to rid him of the visions but they increased.
Even now, the visions poured on- a gentle Yuugi Mutou, beckoning Seto Kaiba into a world of bright sun and flowers, passed before his eyes as he further stumbled. Mokuba Kaiba, lying in a white hospital, dying with tears flooding his eyes.
Yami and those dratted friends of his, beckoning them to join him, to stand together with him against some foe.
Yami, somehow standing at the burial of his father, offering comfort and support.
Yami, standing at the end of a dark corridor and beckoning him to emerge into the light.
The visions poured on, flowing and continuing. Seto Kaiba stumbled to the doorway and fell near it, tears in his eyes. To him, the visions were real. Yami wanted to beckon him into the light, to make him realize what he was and what he could become. Like a family would, supporting him every step of the way.
Yami was like the only family he ever had, filling in what roles Mokuba could not. What was Yami supposed to be? He had to find his family. Seto swore that he would find his family, trace down the last of their bloodline.
Yami acted like a family, but Seto needed a real family. And so did Mokuba. The wine was showing him what he should do, or so thought Seto with no possession of mental faculties. He needed to find his family, to find those who could love him and treat him like a human, not some toy or a disgusting robot!
He faded into unconciousness from the amount of wine he had drunk, thinking only that he could find a family like that Yami, to treat Mokuba and he with that their adoptive father had never provided; kindness and love.
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* cowers behind flame-proof barrier of sakura trees and cats * Do not hurt me for this fic being bad! I tried as hard as I could, honest! Until next time, ja ne! * vanishes *