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Twisted Engine

"It's time to Wake Up!"

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Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh does not belong to me ;.; *Sigh* I wish I were rich and could own it and stop 4 Kids from cutting it up in to dub. But oh well! I bet you all thought I died no? Well I admit I did neglect the FF Net for a looong while but I come back with a rather disturbing Yaoi…..

THE FOLLOWING FAN FICTION IS A YAOI! THIS MEANS IT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL YOU LITTLE KIDS WHO COMPLAINED ABOUT IT! SO DO NOT READ IT IF YOU ARE BELOW AGE!

(It's not rated R for fun ya know?!)

Ahem! Sorry but it annoys me that I lost the reviews from Sands of Time…. Anyway! This is a very strange? (I think that's the right word) pairing. It's also one that I'm sure will raise "Issues" later, but I've thought and planned hard about how to portray this one. So. Let's see what we think…..

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The air was fragrant. Sweet like a lush garden or an exotic fruit. The perfumes floated over the brilliant greens of the jungle. Waxy leaves glittered with diamond drops of dew, sparkling like teardrops.

Birds serenaded the air with a sweet sonnet, tranquillity in its purest, most beauteous form. A figure rises from an elegant bed double bed of white silks and plush feather pillows, eyes slowly open and a lithe body rises like the opening of a flower. A gentle yawn passes briefly from half-parted lips then the slap of bare feet, echoing against marble floors of white with dapples of light grey. A hand reaches out and cups the light powder white net curtains, parting them like a book being opened. The figure stares out over the jungle –His– jungle. Like everything around him, it was his own. A slight smirk curled on full pink lips then he gripped a sliver handle bar, pulling open a door and walking out on to a balcony.

Arms stretched rigged, like tree trunks, then lowered the form moved to the railing and looked out with awoken eyes. The sky was a wonderful baby blue, clouds were white and fluffy like they ought to be. He then looked to the rich vermilion and pine greens of the jungle shrubs, the rich rainbow of dazzling flowers so many colours maroon, Orchid purple, pale rose and deep red of raspberries, fruits with a deep sweet perfume hung around his balcony, popping out of the green like stars in a dark sky. He reached a hand out for one of the plump, rich fruits, the scent of succulent sweet passion fruit and the sight of the wonderful violet skin, he desire that particular fruit. But. His hand passed right through it, watching it distort like smoke, before reforming. An illusion. Like everything he surrounded himself with, a beautiful, pleasing illusion. Pearl white teeth clenched in to a growl, he stalked back inside, tipping over elegant mother of pearl statues, fake as the fruit, but given –no– 'Blessed' with form by him. He smirked to the sickening 'Scrunch' they made upon impact with the floor, he looked at the cracked faces. Tears engraved in vein like networks.

He walked downstairs to an equally false and equally 'Blessed' kitchen. He sat at one of the jet-black sides and swung his legs on the high chair.

"S-Sir" whimpered a voice from behind him

"Yes?" Was the firm, icy response.

"W-We…… are nearly complete, sir."

"You mean to tell me… we hadn't finished yet?!" he bellowed, fist tightening in to a bunched fist.

The voice whimpered loudly, flinching back obviously terrified "I-I am sorry sir."

The figure turned and smirked, looking down to the flinched child of 10 years old, huddled on his knees like a scolded dog "Humph" he snorted, his eyes narrowed. Eyes, normally bright, now a browning amber colour in slits, glaring at the child "I expect results, Mokuba!"

The child yelped and nodded, backing off slowly before breaking in to a scamper "Y-Yes sir!"

The figure laughed then walked out to enjoy his "heaven".

The coffee machine hummed loudly. Spewing out strong, thick black Java in to a china cup. A hand slid round it and lifted it, taking a sip, Seto groaned. It was only 10 am and he needed coffee. Sluggishly he returned to his seat, plopping down in to it like a sack. His fingers settled back on to the keyboard of his laptop and he began to write, yet another document. It was unlikely anyone would read it he mentally grumbled to himself and rubbed his forehead. Time shifted slowly like heavy weights.

Finally the neon red clock settled on 6:00pm and Seto could take no more, sometimes he envied those people "slackers" that was what they were called, right? Yeah. Those people that didn't worry or "stress" themselves by "Over-working". Yes on occasion he did envy them, he knew inside he worked too hard but that was how his life was. He would never be able to "slack off". He sighed 'IT' was too deep in his mind, that will to work and WORK HARD at everything, to be the best. If only he'd never met that man…. Maybe he'd be different? Possibly more open? He rigorously shook his head, enough 5-minute musing. Mokuba would be starving by now. He picked up his sleeveless white trench coat and slid it on, grabbed his brief case and moved to the lift.

Down to his limo he went, climbing in and nodding a "good evening" to the driver, who nodded back in turn and started the car…

The evenings were slow; Lazy in the jungle. The light left and gave way to a lingering twilight, stars sparkled brightly like crystals, he sat in a dimmed living room a large leopard draped at his feet, asleep. He sneered at the cat and threw a mouse on to the floor, the underfed leopard instantly opened its eyes and rose on its scrawny body, bone obvious through the sandy yellow and black spotted coat. The man enjoyed watching a cat play with a mouse, ironically it reminded him of himself, it was all he would thus allow the leopard to eat, a pathetic diet for a big cat and one that was subject to the mans whim. The leopard had quickly learned that the better the games it played with the mouse, the more he got. The figure watched as the mouse sniffed the air, whiskers busily twitching. Suddenly a paw came down with a light 'Whhmph' on top of the mouse. Then lifted, pulling the mouse up by its pink, wormy tail. The mouse struggled and wriggled, squeaking loudly.

The man laughed loudly, an empty sound as hollow as a dead oak, a wild 'unhinged' laugh. He did so enjoy the games of a cat and a mouse, it kind of reminded him of when he watched Tom and Jerry, but then his father banned him from it saying "It's senseless, nothing but a pathetic drawing." along with "Besides the cat never winds, you, like all business men are a cat. You strive to win and play with your victim." He had nodded his head slowly to his father, feeling a strange pang at such memories.

Eyes darkened in to brown amber again and he rose from the leather chair with a growl, forgetting about the 'entertainment' and stalking up to his room.

"Soon." He hissed to himself, his voice sounded strange to himself, it felt distorted did he really sound like that? Or was it this accursed illusion? More messing with him? He didn't know anymore. An illusion becomes the truth if you live in it too long…..

He scowled again and walked out to sit on the marble balcony, watching a pair of bright, beautiful birds dancing in the sky, flying in an exquisite pattern, their long tails flittering after them. He reached out, the birds came to him, everything did as he willed it to here he was the master and the world around him the servant. He smirked, the bird tweeted softly to him, bright green, red and white feathers were glossy and silken to his touch. He gently ran delicate fingers over the wing feathers, before pulling the wing clean off, blood trickled down his pale milky white hand, on to his suit. He tsked, the bird made a straggled squawk shivering wildly in the tight grip. Then the man clenched harder, watching satisfied as the bird burst in feathers and blood, he shook the goo off and walked back inside, laughing while the other bird mourned its friends passing……..

The lights of the city passed like streaks of paint on a canvas. Seto watched them, stifling a yawn the smooth ride made him lazy, he settled in to a warm dumb state. Watching the world swish past him.

Life was finally getting calm for him and his brother……

End of Chapter 1

I AM NOT DEAD!!!!

BUT! Do I still have the "Streak?" the "Stuff?" or "Something?" Ummm sorry! It's just I'm not sure how my writing is now so Send me reviews, inspire me to reveal who that freaky bird killer issss! Mwuaahahahah (And people I told DON'T SPOIL IT ;.; Pwease!?)

Well REVIEWWWWWWWW Let YYC live again!! ^^;;;;

CIAO!!!!

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