Sup'. DawnCloud here. This is my first story so be nice. I've go for a bit o' Puppyshipping cuz it makes me chuckle. I 'borrowed' (stole) an idea off someone else's puppyshipping fanfic, but at the same time kind of not because I've been using that idea in my own psychotic mind for year but never mind. But I'm not gonna tell you which fanfic yet because that would be giving away spoilers! Aww I'm so mean!
Anyways enjoy the fanfic, rated M for some gore and some smutt in later chapters. (Horay! Smutt and possibly some yaoi!) Normal disclaimer shit; I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, cuz if I did Bakura would get much more screen time and I wouldn't be writing shitty fanfics.
Mokuba's P.O.V
This was just perfect. Fucking perfect. I had been kidnapped. Again. It was better than Pegasus, even though we'd gone on a picnic, but nowhere near as good as Noah's kidnapping because he'd given me donoughts. Oh well, at least no one was touching me this time. That always freaked me out. I was sat blindfolded and tied up somewhere. Don't ask me where, I don't fucking know. Because I'm blindfolded. I was too old to be kidnapped again; it was getting beyond fucking ridiculous, I was sixteen for Christ's sake! I could smell salt so I guessed that I was near the sea somewhere. Either that or it was blood. I tried not to think about that too much. I could also smell bad breath, curtsey off the class A dick that was guarding me, and kept hitting me over the head every time I opened my mouth to speak. I stopped struggling a moment because I heard voices.
"I'm sure this young boy will be to your liking sir. Nice and cheap and he should make an excellent slave." SLAVE? I was internally fuming. I was no one's fucking slave. Then I realised what kind of slave he was probably talking about. Oh shit. It was like being kidnapped by crazy fan girls! Except these guys were men... and significantly less adorable.
"I don't know. I'd like to see him first." The voice sounded oddly familiar to me. It was rough, almost close to a bark.
"Of course Mad Dog. Bring the little runt out!" I felt someone grab hold of my hair and promptly drag me somewhere. There was a short silence as 'Mad Dog' inspected me. I swear I could hear my ball crying at the prospect of what was probably coming.
"I'll take him." The voice said slowly. Oh double shit.
"Of course sir! Wise choice... there is just a little matter of payment." The owner of the barky voice gave a low rumbling chuckle.
"Silly little man. I don't buy, I steal." The man holding me tensed up. That sounded even less good for me.
"Then we are at a disagreement. James, rough him up a bit and toss this no good dog outside." The voice chuckled again. Oh well. At least I wasn't going to get raped.
"Just out of curiosity... would you like to know how I got the name, 'Mad Dog'? Because I truly am, one mad little dogy" There was a curious sound; much like bone rearranging themselves, and a shrill scream that was cut off very suddenly. I heard bones shatter and flesh being torn apart and blood splatter on concrete. A large amount of blood hit me; drenching my stripy top and jacket, getting in my hair and covering my face.
"Who's there!" I called out. I heard the sound of a second person being dispatched and the weird bone-rearranging sound again. "If I get hurt my brother will sue your asses off!" I threatened. I knew this was an empty threat; if I was dead then Seto wouldn't know who to sue. The man chuckled again and I heard a wad of fabric being taken off the ground. I shuddered, my brain whirling as I processed the fact that me and him were now the only two people nearby. Oh triple shit.
"I don't doubt that for some reason." Something tone off the ropes securing me and roughly pulled the blindfold off my face. The first thing I noticed was this man's face and hands were covered I blood. We stood back and I took in his whole appearance. He was wearing a full length trench coat that looked like something Jack Harkness would wear. I mean what the fuck? I was expecting David Tenant to pop from the shadows brandishing a sonic screwdriver or something. He also had a hat on his head; y'know, like the ones those detectives wear in those really cliché detective movie designed to take the piss out of the British. (Namely Bakura, which of course we do all the time) A huge amount of blonde hair stuck out from underneath the hat and bright amber eyes glowed from under his hair, and I swear I could see fangs jutting out from his upper lip. But there was one thing I couldn't deny. I knew this person, but what had he become in these past few years?
"Why hello Mokuba." He said in his low rumbley voice. That had also confused me. What had happened to the happy, Brooklyn accented voice I had known and loved?
"J-Joey?"