Yami felt strangely nauseous as he slowly woke up from a deep, drugged sleep. He blinked twice, looking around. He was propped upright in a seat, with guards sitting tightly on either side of him.

Yami forced his eyes to open wider as he tried to remain alert. There was a loud rumbling all around him and Yami spotted small windows along the sides of the walls.

He could see streaks of white clouds and large expanse of blue passing by in the small windows. His nausea grew heavier as Yami realized he was sitting on an airplane. The boy's advice was coming true, word for word. This did not make him feel any better.

He looked around some more and saw long rows of seats in front and around them, but they were all empty. Yami shifted uncomfortably, and stared at the guard's knees.

It wasn't as fat as he remembered. He dared to look the guard in the face and realized they were completely different people. These men were slim, fit, wearing dark suits and had short, matching haircuts.

They were pointedly ignoring him, so Yami continued to stare. The guard on his left, sitting closest to the walkway, looked almost like a snake. He had short black hair, tight looking skin, very thin slanted eyes, and cold black pupils.

Yami had never seen these types of features on people before. He looked over at the guard on his right, and received a slight shock. This guard was dark skinned and had tight curls that sat close to his head. He had drooping half-moon eyes and a permanent frown. The worst part, however, were the guns peeking out from both of their belts. Yami swallowed.

He decided to try his luck by speaking to the guard with slitted eyes on his left, "Where are we going?"

The man ignored him.

Yami turned to speak to the muscular, dark-skinned man, repeating his question, and was also ignored. He craned his neck to glance out the window, trying to see more, but the guard's thick body was obscuring the entire view.

Yami pointed at the window and the guard slapped his hand away. Offended, Yami put his hand in his lap and stared down at his knees. He recited the boy's advice over in his head, attempting to put everything in order.

He was on an airplane, which meant he had been sold. That much had been established ...back in the filthy urine-soaked room.

Second, he had been drugged, again, and probably on his way to a foreign country, where an impossibly rich man or woman, had purchased him. And then...he would be dirtied.

Yami shuddered and fidgeted, too frightened to stay still. He had so many questions and no one wanted to answer him. His mouth was dry, and Yami licked his lips, swallowing uncomfortably. He hadn't had anything to eat or drink in two days.

He bravely tapped the guard with slitted eyes on his left and pointed at his throat, "I need ..to drink."

The black-haired guard leaned over to look at his co-worker and the dark-skinned man nodded, raising his hand high above his head.

Yami stared at him curiously. He could see the bulges of the man's muscles threatening to burst out of the long sleeved jacket he was wearing. It looked like his entire arm had been carved from stone.

He must be very strong! Yami thought, shaken. One of this guard's arms was thicker than both of his thighs pressed together. He then realized, it was probably to keep him from running away. He snuck another glance at the guard with slitted eyes sitting beside him and realized this guard was much thinner. In fact, he almost looked like a normal man...

Suddenly, Yami heard a pleasant tinkling sound and a neatly dressed woman appeared next to their seats. She handed two bottles to the slitted-eyed guard sitting on his left. One bottle was bright green and the other was clear. She walked away quickly, not making eye contact.

The guard placed both bottles Yami's lap and leaned back in his seat, sighing, visibly irritated.

The cold from the bottles seeped through Yami's thin shorts as they lay on top of his legs. Yami was relieved that he had managed to convey that he needed water, but...the labels on the bottles were beginning to concern him. The green bottle had a strange language written on it with angles and thin slashes.

He had never seen anything like it before. Yami ran his thumb over it, feeling his anxiety rise. He picked the other bottle up from his lap and saw that that label was also written in the strange language.

Yami's throat began tightening with fear, no longer thirsty.
They were going to a country where the language looked like this! Which one was water? Was this safe to drink?

Yami tried comparing the slashes and curls from each label, trying to find something that matched. Neither did. Both had different swirls and lines written across the front. He licked his lips again, feeling his desperation rise. It should be fine; after all, it was sealed.

He cracked open the lid on the clear bottle and took a tentative sip. It was crisp and cold.

Ah...this is good water! Yami thought happily. But..then..what is this?

He picked up the green bottle again curiously. He twisted it open quickly and the bottle hissed at him.

Yami yelped and the bottle almost slipped from his grasp. A large, dark-skinned hand slid across his face to steady the bottle in his hands. Yami watched, wide-eyed and horrified, as a wave of white foam bubbled up into the rim and began to leak down the sides.

"I'm sorry!" He cried, flinching as he expected to be hit. The dark-skinned guard did nothing other than raise his hand up high again.

Yami sat very still, clutching the foaming bottle, feeling the cold liquid drip down his fingers and onto his knees, his terror rising. What was this strange drink he had just opened?! Did all drinks in this country hiss like snakes?

The clinking sound grew louder and the neatly dressed woman showed up again, this time handing the slitted-eyed guard a large stack of white napkins and walked away quickly.

The slitted-eyed guard tossed them carelessly into Yami's lap and folded his arms across his chest, closing his eyes once again, his brows furrowed into an annoyed frown.

Yami dabbed at the liquid carefully, making sure to pick up every drop. Did he still want to drink this odd drink? Deciding he ought to try everything once, Yami carefully unscrewed the cap and watched as the foam stayed still.

How curious! Yami thought excitedly and he placed his lips on the rim, taking a cautious sip. A wonderful bubbling sensation slid down his throat and Yami quickly took another sip, feeling the liquid pop and fizz over his tongue pleasantly. It tasted like nothing, but the bubbles stung his throat as he swallowed, quenching his thirst immediately.

Was this water too?! Yami could barely contain himself has he sipped and sipped the drink, trying to enjoy it as much as he could. Before he knew it, he had finished the drink and Yami gripped it tightly, feeling disappointment curl in his chest.

He was still extremely uncomfortable and dirty from the sweat of his previous handler, and from the urine on the beds. Yami had to restrain his every movement because the two guards were taking turns monitoring him. Neither of them slept at the same time, and Yami watched as the slitted-eyed guard woke up and nodded at the dark-skinned man, who then closed his eyes.

The nameless boy was right. He probably had a better chance at escaping once he arrived in the foreign country.

Yami wanted to look out the window so badly. He had never been up in the air before.

The dark-skinned guard had leaned back into the seat while he slept, making it easy for Yami to see though half of the window. Everything was dark now and the window was just a black panel; clearly it was nighttime. There was a red light blinking somewhere in the window, Yami kept seeing the light flash occasionally but he couldn't figure out what it was.

Everything was still rumbling and whooshing very loudly and Yami wondered how the guards could manage to sleep through all this noise and shaking.

How long had they been sitting in this plane? How long had he slept while drugged? Yami had no way to tell the time and it was beginning to irritate him greatly.

The one thing he could do when he was locked in the room, was count the days. Now, he didn't even have that luxury. Yami leaned back in his seat and tried to entertain himself with the thoughts in his own head, but images of the nameless boy's tear-streaked face pushed down on the mattress kept resurfacing, making him feel nauseous all over again.

The light outside his window was steadily getting lighter, and Yami could feel his lower legs growing numb. Had he stayed awake all night? Or were they flying towards the sun?

Suddenly, the plane dipped downwards violently and Yami felt his stomach swooping and churning. It was like they were falling out of the sky!

The plane was shaking and rumbling so loudly he could barely hear himself think. Suddenly, the thin guard stood up from his seat and gestured for him to stand.

Had they arrived?! Yami thought nervously as he hesitated before standing up unsteadily, his legs very numb from sitting too long.

He felt the dark-skinned guard breathing heavily behind him and the hair on his arms began to stand up. The slitted-eyed guard led him down the narrow aisle, and Yami carefully eased himself down the aisle, putting one foot in front of the other, shaking from head to toe.

The floor was tilting and dipping too violently. The deafening roaring noise of the plane was causing his ears to ring painfully. His head was still feeling numb from the effects of the drug.

The dark-skinned guard pushed Yami forwards steadily, his large hand creating a giant warm spot between his shoulder blades.

The slitted-eyed guard was waiting at the end of the narrow aisle, holding a stack of folded white cloth. The dark-skinned guard reached over Yami's shoulder and pulled open a narrow door tucked against the wall and the smell of urine once again flooded Yami's senses.

He suppressed a gag and felt his eyes water painfully as the guard shoved him into the tiny room, pressing the stack of cloth against his chest before slamming the door forcefully in his face.

A tiny yellow light flickered on in the room and Yami stared at the bathroom seat. He relieved himself quickly and realized the stack of white cloth was a change of clothes!

Yami changed hastily, feeling the white linen scratch against his skin uncomfortably. It was a simple shirt, paired with matching shorts, but just plain white.

Odd, Yami thought darkly, I don't want to get dirty.

He stared at himself in the mirror for a long time, staring at the streaks of grime and dirt running down the sides of his neck. Disgusted, Yami reached his hands into the sink for water and gently palmed the water along his neck, trying to wash the dirt off himself.

It was no use. The dirt seemed to cling to his skin.

There was a loud banging on the door, causing Yami to jump.
The door was pulled open quickly and he was yanked out by the thin man with slitted eyes. A cold, wet towel was pressed into his face and Yami felt his eyes sting as the water slipped into his eyes.

Was this cloth for cleaning himself? Yami pressed the cloth into his face and felt the guard's hand leave the towel. He quickly rubbed the cold towel over his face, neck and arms, feeling goosebumps rise as the air got suddenly cold around his wet skin.

Yami shivered and wiped his legs too, watching the towel turn a nasty dark grey color. Those beds were so disgusting...! The towel was snatched out of his hands and he was given another. Yami nodded and repeated the process, rubbing the wet fabric over his skin, even managing to slip it up his shirt to clean his chest.

As he dragged the towel down over his legs again, he realized his shoes had been changed. They were just plain, white canvas shoes, but it made Yami angry, knowing that things were done to his body when he was not conscious, even if it was just a change of clothes and shoes.

He shivered again when he remembered the nameless boy's words of advice, about being deeply drugged and waking up never knowing who did what to his body.

That will never happen to me, Yami vowed darkly. He tried reaching around to clean his back, but the towel was forcefully yanked out of his grasp.

Yami bit his lip and felt his fingers sting and burn as the fabric rubbed violently across his skin too quickly. He glared at the slitted-eyed guard who was pointedly ignoring him. Disgruntled, Yami hugged himself protectively, suddenly feeling very cold, but at least now, he was now somewhat clean.

The only parts of him that wasn't clean...was...Yami swallowed and shuffled his feet uncomfortably, trying not to think about it too much.

Suddenly, there was a rough jolt as the plane's wheels hit the ground and bounced heavily, the sound was rushing louder than ever now, and Yami lost his balance, stumbling straight into the dark-skinned guard who shoved him away ferociously.

He tripped backwards from the force of the guard's push fell over a row of empty seats, his head spinning, the plastic handles from the seats bruising along the base of his spine.

Yami felt his eyes began to water and he composed himself, standing shakily once more, trembling with humiliation. He hated these guards. Even though they didn't speak, they were still evil.

He heard the slitted-eyed guard laugh at him from somewhere behind him, and Yami tried his best to ignore it, his face burning with loathing and embarrassment. The plane hit the ground loudly and slowed to a full stop, the sudden quiet caused Yami's ears to ring.

The men grabbed him simultaneously, one gripping each arm, dragging him out from between the seats and marching him forwards through the narrow aisle.

They were here! This was where he could start planning his escape! Yami felt very dizzy, but he kept his eyes peeled as the guards led him down a flight of really tall, white stairs.

The morning light was blinding, and it hurt to look at anything around him. Yami blinked and blinked, allowing his eyes to adjust.

Once they reached the bottom stair, the dark-skinned guard spoke for the first time, "If you try to run, you will get a bullet in your back. You will die slowly and painfully, or, if I am lucky with my shot, you will be alive, but paralyzed and forced to lie in a hospital bed all your life, so much that you will yearn for death. Do you understand?"

A well-rehearsed threat, Yami thought faintly, his ears still ringing as he nodded fearfully.

The guards led him off the stairs and Yami stepped onto solid pavement. He looked around them curiously. They now stood on an empty expanse of concrete, with other planes sitting in the distance, and Yami wondered how often the guard followed up on that threat.

Had he actually shot anyone before? Where could he even run to? The area was so wide and vast, it was like he was standing on a concrete ocean.

A black, nondescript vehicle pulled up right in front of them and guard with slitted eyes opened the back door and sat inside first. The dark-skinned guard gave him a push and Yami's legs wobbled weakly as he climbed in, watching the muscular guard get in behind him closely and shut the door heavily.

The slitted-eyed guard spoke a few words of a strange language to the driver and the car started to move. Yami gripped his knees tightly, his fear consuming him bit by bit as the car turned a corner and pulled out onto a busy main road. Other cards zipped by noisily, and Yami tried not to jump every time he thought he saw a car whizz by too closely.

Gigantic green signs with the odd swirls and slashes whizzed by over their heads. There were even buildings that seemed to touched the sky with their pointed tips. The slashes and curls of the foreign language flashed back at him in a multitude of colors.

Everything seemed to sparkle, and Yami felt his breath leave his body. He hadn't seen the sky for days! This was such a beautiful country! Surely, he could have hope that his owner was not a terrible person..! More signs flashed by and the nameless boy's words echoed painfully in Yami's head again.

"You will not be able to read or speak the language, but listen when people speak! Everything will be different, so remember roads and signs, try to learn how to read the language."

I will pay attention to every syllable that leaves everyone's mouth, Yami vowed, gripping his knees so tightly his nails left imprints upon his skin.

The man on his left spoke in the strange language again, it sounded like he was talking in a waterfall. There were too many sounds and they all mixed together...! Yami's fear began to rise again. Learning a language was easier said that done.

The car turned down another road and began to slow down. This street was much quieter this time...and it was surrounded by trees. The tall buildings were gone and they drove for quite some time on the tree-lined road. Suddenly, the a small white house appeared in Yami's vision. It was far off in the distance...it looked like they were going there!

He glanced around nervously. There seemed to be no one around. It was just trees and large fields of grass. As they got closer, Yami realized it wasn't a tiny house at all. In fact, it was monstrous.

A lump rose up in his throat as the car slowed to a stop by a large black gate with spikes at the top. Probably...to prevent thieves and intruders, Yami thought nervously, but deep down, he knew it was probably to prevent him from escaping further.

The snake-like guard beside him rolled the window down and pressed a round white button on a small box with thin lines going across it.

There was a soft static coming from the box as he spoke the strange language. He released the button and there was nothing but silence.

Isono was in the living room dusting the mantel when he heard the front doorbell chime. He glanced at his watch, realizing it was 6:30 AM. Who could it be, at this early hour?! He sniffed and hurried to the intercom by the door, "State your business."

The snake-like guard pressed the button again and another voice came garbling out of it. Yami tried his hardest to listen.

"We have a delivery, for an expensive product, ordered from this address." A gruff male voice responded through the speaker.

Isono frowned and pulled up the camera feed on the screen beside the door. It was a black car with a foreign badge, and the man speaking into the intercom looked like ...Yakuza.

Isono began to sweat nervously, "We did not order anything. Please leave."

Had Master Kaiba done something to anger the local Yakuza? Impossible! He would have been notified of such behavior.

"The purchase came from this address. We were instructed to hand it directly to the owner and no one else. Let us in, or we will be forced to sit out here until you open the gate." The man growled, and with that, he leaned back in his seat and rolled up his window.

Isono hesitated and then pressed the buzzer, unlocking the gate. What on earth had Mr. Kaiba purchased? Something from the Yakuza? Was this in retaliation to the matchmaking?

Yami was so terrified, his palms were sweating into his knees. What was going on?! The guard sounded angry.

Suddenly, the black spiked gate in front of them started to open, panning inwards.

It's so tall and looks so threatening, Yami thought as he shivered.

There was another long road leading towards the large, white house, which was also surrounded by tall pointed trees. The front area by the house was was lined with bright green bushes. Little pink flowers dotted the rounded shrubs and Yami felt a strange emotion rise up in his chest.

It was too beautiful. Things couldn't possibly be as terrible as the nameless boy described! Yami shook his head, refusing to believe it.

He would carve himself out a new life here, in this beautiful house, with it's beautiful flowers and trees, even if his owner turned out to be fat and disgusting.

The car pulled around by a large bubbling fountain, built with an elegant patterned stone. The water was so blue and clear, Yami had to blink twice to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.

His guards got out of the car and stood by the doors, leaving Yami sitting inside, alone. He was no longer being held so he could choose which side to exit from.
He chose climb out through dark-skinned guard's side, nervously smoothing his shirt down over his shorts as he stood on the bright pavement.

They climbed up the steps towards the large house and the slitted-eyed guard rung the doorbell. It echoed so loudly and for so long, Yami was amazed. The inside of the house must be...enormous!

There was a loud, ominous clack as the lock turned and a thin, greying man answered the door, bowing.

A servant?! Yami thought frantically, his mouth drying out. The first face he would see in this house was a servant's face! His owner was definitely a fat pig like the nameless boy had described!

Isono's gaze swept over the strange company that stood at the door.

On the far left was a foreigner with dark skin and bulging muscles. On the right, was the Yakuza, his arms folded in front of him stiffly, glaring right past him and...Isono glanced down at the foreigner in the middle.
It was a teenage boy, with a lightly tanned skin, who seemed to be only a bit younger than Master Kaiba.

"We don't hand off to servants. Masters only." The Yakuza spoke shortly, and Isono began to sweat as he could see a bit of ink peeking out from beneath the cuff of the man's suit. What was the product and where was it...?

"I can manage it quite well myself, "Isono said carefully, scanning driveway behind them, eyeing the dark car with a foreign badge.
Was it the car? Had Master Kaiba bought another car in his drunken rage last night?

"No servants. Masters. Only." The Yakuza repeated stiffly, glaring intensely.

Isono dipped his head down politely, his blood running cold as he noticed the guns bulging on the men's belts. "I will confirm and return."
And he shut the door in their faces, almost slamming it. He made sure to lock it again before rushing frantically into the kitchen where Seto sat tiredly, sipping a cup of coffee, reading the paper casually.

"M-Mr. Kaiba!" Isono gasped, "Your delivery is here..!"

Seto didn't look up from the paper, "What delivery."

"Perhaps you purchased...a car...or a package of sorts. There are men at the door insisting they hand it to you directly." Isono stammered, "One man is clearly Yakuza and they have...guns."

"What?" Seto snapped, setting his coffee cup down so quickly it almost spilled. He didn't remember ordering anything to be delivered personally, much less have it come from gangsters carrying firearms. "Is this a prank? Are the guns real?"

"I'm not sure...it might be. Have you made someone angry recently?" Isono mumbled, bobbing his head, "They won't leave, until they speak with you."

"I can't remember every single person I piss off," Kaiba said furiously, standing up and accompanying Isono to the door.
Who the fuck did he piss off so badly that they sent Yakuza to his door?

Yami was shaking so much he couldn't stand still. What was taking the owner so long to get to the door? Was he or she was even older and fatter than the nameless boy's owner? Perhaps he did have a good chance of escaping if the owner was slow!

He crossed and uncrossed his arms while shuffling his feet and the dark-skinned guard gave him a hard nudge. Yami stopped fidgeting and froze as he heard the lock click from behind the door again.

Kaiba watched as Isono fumbled the lock open and pull the door open slowly.

Yami's breath caught in his throat and his chest constricted painfully when he laid his eyes on the most beautiful man he had ever seen. He was very tall and slender, with light brown hair that seemed to sparkle in the morning sunlight. His skin was so pale it seemed to glow. His eyes were the color of the sky, and his features were sharp and handsome.

Yami couldn't stop staring but he forced himself to look away when the nameless boy's voice echoed through his mind.

"Good-looking rich people are the worst! I would be treated the worst by the most handsome men I've ever seen! They would pay him money, and rent me for their sex parties...!"

Yami clenched his fists tightly at his sides as he stared down at the tips of handsome man's shiny shoes. His owner was a man!

This man...is my owner, Yami thought miserably, biting back tears of humiliation which threatened to spill out from his eyes at any moment. Is he going to do that sort of thing with me? What is a sex party?!

Yami swallowed dryly, forcing himself to remain composed.
He had to be ready, somehow.
He had to run...could he run now?

Yami looked up tentatively and noticed the handsome man's eyes had narrowed at both of his guards.

The first thing Seto saw when Isono pulled the door back was an extremely muscular dark-skinned man, his hand on his belt, toting what looked like a very real-looking gun.

Seto nervously glanced over to the other man in the suit, who had taken a wide-legged stance with his arms folded in front of him. The end of a what looked like a koi's tail was peeking out from over his wrist.

Oh..shit. He might actually be Yakuza, Seto thought fearfully as he glanced down at the foreigner standing between them.

His gaze trailed over the boy's small frame, taking in his oddly spiked hair and olive skin. Seto eyes lingered over the boy's face and felt his throat closing up he recognized the angular violet eyes he'd seen on his computer screen, three days ago.

How was this possible?!
Horrified, Seto made a huge effort to keep his face neutral as he folded his arms and glared at the men, "I didn't order anything."

But the men were already walking away, leaving the boy standing there on the step, looking extremely frightened.

Isono began to sweat visibly and Seto opened the door wider to step forwards. "Why are you leaving this boy here?!" He called loudly, trying to keep the panic from rising in his voice.

The men were already standing by the car doors and the Yakuza turned to give him a dirty look, "Don't shit me. You got what you paid for. Now we are leaving. Open the gate." He glanced at his dark-skinned partner who nodded and ducked down into the car first.

Isono's eyes widened. The product was...this boy?! He coughed heavily and looked over at Kaiba, who seemed equally as horrified, and possibly, a little scared.

"Mr. Kaiba..." Isono said softly, trying to pull him back into the house. If this was a prank from someone Kaiba had pissed off, it was better the men with guns left their property first.

Seto wasn't listening. "Take him back!" he shouted at the Yakuza, his heart thudding frantically in his chest as he watched the man glare at him, "I didn't pay for this..." Person! Seto finished angrily in his head.

"The address for delivery was here!" The Yakuza spat viciously, and Yami could see the little flecks of spit fly from his mouth as he shouted at the handsome man in the foreign language, "We will not return with him! That is against our policy. Open the damn gate!"

And he got into the backseat of the car angrily, slamming the door shut as the car peeled away towards the black gate.

Isono quickly pressed the gate buzzer beside the door, eager to be rid of the men.

Yami trembled and shook, feeling so queasy he thought he might wet himself. It hadn't been two minutes of him standing here and the owner was already yelling at his guards.

The nameless boy's advice was ringing true...every word, down to every letter.

Rich, good-looking men were the worst! What would become of him if he entered the house?

Seto stood very still, his fists tightly clenched at his sides. He could feel the sweat pooling in the palms of his hands. He hadn't really paid for this boy, had he?! He would have been notified if such a large amount of money came out of his account all at once...unless he muted the notification himself.
How drunk was he that night?!

"Mr. Kaiba..." Isono said shakily, "Let's come inside, quickly."

Yami blinked and took several deep breaths, hearing the servant repeat the same sounds again. "Mr. Kaiba" was either a phrase to reassure the owner, or it was the owner's name.

Seto stepped back into the house and stared down at the slender boy, who was looking at the floor with a dazed expression. He seemed to be less afraid now that his handlers were gone.

"Come inside." Seto said shortly, and he walked away, heading straight for his laptop which was sitting on the kitchen counter. His mind began to race frantically as he tried to recall the website link and name. He needed to send this boy away as soon as possible.

Yami watched as the owner said something quickly and turned away from him. The owner was getting farther and farther away, and the servant coughed.
Was he supposed to go inside?
No. He would not!
He could run...now!

Yami turned and sprinted down the steps, running past the bubbling fountain, his eyes burning as he fixed them firmly on the black gate. His feet were hitting the concrete heavily as his canvas shoes rubbed painfully into his toes.
The shoes were not made for running; if anything they were making him slower!

Yami's heart sank as he realized the gate had been closed again. He decided he would climb it, because his life depended on it.

"Oh..my..!" Isono cried, and he called over his shoulder, "Master Kaiba, the boy is running away!"

Seto was halfway across the kitchen and he froze the second he heard this. That...would be ...bad. That boy was probably in this country illegally!
He would get into so much trouble if the boy's existence on his property was discovered by the paparazzi!

"Shit..!" Seto cursed under his breath just as Mokuba stepped into the kitchen.

"Hi Seto...what-" Mokuba watched as Seto dashed out of the kitchen and rushed towards the doorway. "What is going on..?!" He called at his older brother's shadow which had disappeared out the front door.

Seto strode out into his driveway, looking around frantically.

"He's by the gate!" Isono cried, pointing a shaking finger.

Seto set his teeth and strode across his property, watching the boy grab the bars with his tanned, slender arms, attempting to climb it.

Yami saw a thin shadow approaching him from behind and his desperation rose. The bars were too slippery and he was too weak!

A cold hand wrapped around his wrist and dragged him away from the gate.

NO! Yami thought, terrified, as he struggled and twisted, but the owner was too strong. His feet slid across the pavement as the owner forcibly marched him forwards. Yami tried to pry the owner's hand off his wrist, but it was to no avail.

He also couldn't help but stare at how the owner's nails, which were very shiny and shaped like almonds. Yami stopped struggling immediately as soon as he saw this and allowed himself to be led forwards, staring at the owner's fingers, a strange feeling curling in his chest.

Was every part of this man ...beautiful?!

Seto felt the boy stop struggling as they reached the stairs and he tried to calm his pounding heart. The boy's wrist was so thin but his skin was soft...!

Isono held the door open for them and Seto slowed his pace, making sure the boy stepped over the bevel in the doorway before continuing to pull him inside.

Yami realized the owner allowed him walk through the doorway on his own, and he felt slightly better about being inside now, even if the owner was still gripping him tightly. Once the door closed behind him, the owner let go of his hand and walked away without looking at him once.

"What shall we do with him?" Isono asked, frowning at the boy who was wavering fearfully on the doormat.

Seto turned and wrinkled his nose, "Give him a bath. He looks filthy. And he probably traveled a long way...he might appreciate it."

Isono nodded, "Anything else?"

Yami felt himself beginning to tremble again as the owner and his servant began speaking in the strange language again. He risked a look around, realizing that the house was beautiful.
There was a large crystal chandelier hanging above his head and plush, white cushions were placed elegantly on the seats everywhere. Even the floor was white and shiny! Everything around the owner seemed to have a glow, and Yami realized he was looking at pure wealth.

Yami swallowed, his nervousness rising quickly as the nameless boy's voice shot through his mind once more.

"You won't even be special in their eyes. You're just a new toy ready to be played with and then thrown away when they're bored. They might even have more than one toy!"

His terror rose even further when the handsome owner spoke and looked at him distastefully with cold blue eyes, wrinkling his nose. Yami was rooted to the spot, unable to breathe.

He doesn't even like me! Yami realized. He looked at me like I'm dirty!

Suddenly, a young boy came running out of another room, his long black hair streaming behind him. He stopped suddenly and stood against the frame of the other room, staring at Yami with wide eyes.

"Who is this?" Mokuba asked incredulously, blinking at Yami, taking in his tanned skin and spiky hair. A foreigner? What country was this boy from?! Africa?

"Go back up to your room, Mokuba." Seto said tensely, "And don't worry about it."

Am I going to be a replacement toy...in the place of this boy?! Yami thought, stricken, trying to guess the dark-haired boy's age. This one is young! About as young as the nameless boy!

"Is..he..eating breakfast with us?" Mokuba asked, his voice shaking a little, still unable to tear his gaze away from the spiky-haired boy, who was blinking slowly back at him with large, violet eyes.
His eyes were pretty...but, scary. Mokuba had never seen anyone with eyes shaped like that before.

Yami watched as the boy exchange words with the owner, sounding nervous.

"Why don't we ask him," Seto replied tiredly, turning to the foreign boy, "Are you hungry?"

Yami trembled as the owner addressed him in their strange language, his blue eyes piercing through his entire body, making him feel cold all over.

He shook his head, hoping that would suffice as an answer.

"Oh, okay." Mokuba said simply, "Can I at least know his name and how long he's going to be here?"

Seto nodded and turned to head back into the kitchen, eyeing his laptop which sat innocently on the counter top, "Go ahead and ask him. I'm going to be busy."

"What's your name?" Mokuba asked, looking suspiciously at Yami. "What country are you from?"

Isono cleared his throat politely, "Young Mokuba, that is not a polite first question."

Yami watched as the young boy gave him a dark look and spoke to him in an accusing tone.

Terrified, Yami shook his head again.

The boy frowned deeply at him and spoke once more and Yami shook his head for the third time. Was the boy asking if he was a threat? Did he want to steal the attention of his owner? No, he wanted nothing to do with his owner! Yami shook and shook his head as the boy's frown deepened.

"Seto!" Mokuba shouted, "I think you better come quick."

Seto didn't move from his place on the kitchen counter. He was too busy trying to access his accounts, desperately waiting for his bank information to be verified on the screen, wondering if he did pay for this boy. "What, Mokuba."

"I-I don't think he understands Japanese..!" Mokuba cried shrilly, pointing at Yami.

"Young Mokuba, you're frightening the boy." Isono said sternly, watching as Yami's shoulders shook with every breath he took.

Seto grit his teeth and shut the lid of his laptop, stepping out into hallway once more,
"He understands. He shook his head when I asked if he was hungry. You saw."
He would check the accounts later in the privacy of his bedroom upstairs. He couldn't risk Mokuba seeing anything.

"No, no! Watch," Mokuba said frantically, inching out from behind the kitchen door to get closer to Yami, "Hey, what's your name?"

Yami tensed, watching as the boy pointed accusingly at him and steadily move a few steps closer, speaking to him in a questioning tone.
Yami shook his head again. No, I am not here to steal your owner!

"Well maybe he doesn't want to tell you his name." Seto growled, turning away again, feeling irritated.

"But, Seto! Wait, look!" Mokuba said, as he turned to address the boy, "Do you like animals? What's your favorite color? Is the sky blue?"

Yami stared at the boy who kept speaking to him, looking slightly afraid. Yami just shook his head continuously.

I am not here to take attention away from you! I can be invisible! I don't want your owner! Yami thought frantically.

"See?" Mokuba said slowly, "His answer can't be "no" for all of that!"

Oh..shit. Seto thought numbly as he stared at the spiky-haired teen. He repeated Mokuba's question, "Is the sky blue?"

Yami heard the owner address him again while looking at him strangely. What was going on?!

No! My answer for everything is no! Yami thought viciously, shaking his head at the owner.

"Oh dear." Isono said simply, stepping forwards beside Kaiba to better observe the foreign boy.

There was a long silence and Seto spoke up first, addressing Mokuba, "Get back up to your room, now."

"Why?!" Mokuba cried, "I wanna know what's going to happen to him! Can you fly him back?!"

"Mokuba..." Seto sighed and rubbed his temples, "We don't know where he came from, or if he might be dangerous."

Yami looked between the owner and his toy, who was yelling back at him boldly. The boy's name was probably Mokuba. He heard the servant say it, and he heard the owner say it, multiple times.

Mokuba, Yami repeated in his head, Mokuba.

"He doesn't...look..dangerous." Mokuba said uncertainly.

"Just go back up to your room, please!" Seto said, raising his voice slightly. He was so tired and he just wanted to figure this shit out, alone.

"Fine!" Mokuba shouted back at him and he brushed past the foreigner roughly, his shoulder bumping purposely into him. He stormed up the stairs,stomping loudly and slammed the door to his room.

Yami felt the boy shoulder him roughly and his body went numb. Great. His one potential friend in the house hated him.

Yami was breathing very shallowly, afraid if he inhaled too loudly, he would get into trouble. The owner had just shouted at Mokuba and Mokuba went upstairs, angry. Mokuba was most definitely another toy the owner had purchased. But he wasn't hit for shouting back, which was perhaps... a good sign?

"Isono..." Seto said slowly, rubbing his temples as he felt a slight headache coming on, "Please find out what he likes to eat. Prepare a wide array of food and drink. I'll run him a bath in the guest room upstairs."

"Yes, right away." Isono said seriously, bowing and ducking quickly into the kitchen.

Seto gestured for the foreigner to follow him up the grand staircase. The olive-skinned boy just stood there and blinked at him.

Okay, this is the universal sign for 'come here' right? Seto thought angrily, gesturing towards him again, pointing upwards.

Yami watched as the owner glared and pointed up to the top of the stairs above them. Did he have to follow? Did he have a choice? He had already seen Mokuba irritate the owner, and he didn't want to be on the receiving end of a punishment.

Sighing, Seto reached down and grabbed the boy's wrist again, feeling him tense up. Come on..! Seto thought as he tugged and walked up the stairs, praying the boy would at least get the message and follow him up so he wouldn't have to be dragged.

It was too early in the goddamn morning for this shit.

Yami swallowed and carefully followed the owner up the stairs, feeling his feet sink into the carpet deeply. He was led into a large, brightly lit room with many doors on the walls around them. Instantly curious, Yami stared at each door, counting five in total, wondering if they led to other rooms.

The owner let go of him, leaving him standing in the middle of the room as he disappeared behind another door.

Yami blinked and eyed at the large bed in the corner of the room. His gaze traveled across the room to a black circle rug with a long brown table sitting on top of it. A very white, plush couch was facing the table and Yami felt the filth on his skin piling up higher just by looking at all of the whiteness surrounding him.

He itched all over and still felt like he reeked of urine from the disgusting beds in the moldy room. Shuddering and hugging himself tightly, Yami wished he was cleaner.

Everything in this house was sparkling, white, and pretty. He was everything but.

Suddenly Yami heard a loud rushing coming from behind the door from where his owner had disappeared.
Water! He was being given water privileges! Yami was excited for moment before his heart sank once more as the nameless boy's advice echoed unpleasantly in his mind.

"When you first arrive, he will insist you clean yourself. After you've cleaned yourself, he will spread you and dirty you."

Yami felt his skin crawl. That would NOT happen! He would protect his hole at all costs. Yami turned to look behind him, realizing the door was open.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Seto's mind was racing so fast all this thoughts were jumbling together. He watched the water swirl around in the marble tub, adding a handful of salt into the bath, thinking the scent might help the boy relax.

He still hadn't had a chance to check his accounts to see if he had actually paid for the boy. How would he confirm that this was even the person from the picture?! He could barely remember the hands and feet from the photos!

Seto angrily mixed the salt into the water quickly, watching it dissolve. What's more, the person turned out to be a boy! Seto vowed to never drink and browse the internet again as he shut the water off and dried his hands on a towel.

He walked out into the room and realized the boy was gone.

Oh my fucking shit, Seto thought angrily, Did he try to run out the door again?! No, because Isono would have heard him-he's right by the door in the kitchen.

"Isono!" Seto called, fulling knowing Isono couldn't hear him, "Have you see the boy?"

He must still be in the room, Seto realized, his eyes searching the carpet for signs of disturbance.

Yami was under the bed, holding his breath as he watched the owner's feet walk past the bed.
I'll just hide around this enormous house and steal food
, Yami thought as his heart thudded loudly in his chest.

Seto circled the bed quietly. He had a sneaking suspicion the boy was underneath it. Mokuba used to do this a lot when they were kids; it was either the closet or the bed.

Was the boy playing around or was he actually scared?

Yami let out a sigh of relief when the saw the footsteps of the owner disappear behind him. He heard a door slide open and shut and he tensed, waiting.

Did the owner leave through one of the various other doors in the room?

Seto peeked into the closet and shut it quickly. There was nothing and no one inside. The boy with violet eyes was definitely under the bed.

Seto hummed lightly to himself...How did he want to do this? Drag him out by the ankles or confront him by ducking down underneath?He waked quickly over to the bedroom door and closed it, making sure to lock it loudly.

Yami felt a cold trickle of horror pan across his chest as he heard the owner lock the door. He tensed anxiously, listening and waiting, knowing he was in trouble.
The owner knew he was under the bed.

Seto walked quickly back over to the bed and carefully eased himself over the top of the mattress, laying down across the sheets on his stomach.

Then, he hung his head heavily down over the side, peering down underneath the bed.

Yami held his breath, listening to an odd creaking sound above him. Suddenly, the owner's handsome face appeared right in front of him, upside down, with his light brown hair hanging off his forehead, almost grazing the white carpet.

Yami gasped and jerked back, the top of his head hitting against the bed frame painfully. He bit his tongue to keep himself from crying out as his eyes watered; little silver stars were dotting the corners of his vision. This owner was smart...which meant, he needed to be smarter.

Smiling in spite of himself, Seto slid off the bed and reached a hand down to help the boy out from underneath the bed.

Yami inched away from the owner's hand, shaking his head vigorously. The owner was smiling gently...too gently. He was in trouble for sure. He was going to be punished.

Seto waited for a hand to touch his, but when nothing happened, he frowned. Was this kid serious?! The bath was getting cold! Did he not want a bath? Did he not know he was practically a walking germ?

"Come on," Seto spoke gently, tapping on the mattress heavily, showing him he was impatient.

Yami heard the owner hit the mattress heavily, twice. Come, out.

God, please help me, Yami prayed, I am so alone and afraid...!

Suddenly, a pair of cold hands wrapped around his ankles and Yami felt fear shoot through him like a knife.

"No..! Please! Don't hurt me!" Yami cried, his fingernails sliding across the carpet as his owner dragged him out from underneath the bed. A strong arm lifted him off the ground and Yami felt the breath whoosh out of his lungs at the sudden amount of force the owner used to pick him up.

Yami thought the owner felt too strong for such a slender person!

"Please..!" Yami begged as the owner dragged him across the room and threw him into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door in his face with an angry click.

Seto leaned heavily against the door on the other side, exhausted. This kid, was going back to wherever the fuck he came from the second he figured out how to send him back.

He had finally heard the boy speak, but not enough to pick up on what language it was. Maybe he needed to hire a linguist and a translator...

The silence of the bathroom surrounded Yami heavily as he stood in the middle of the luxurious room, feeling very alone. The light echo from the sploshing water gently hitting against the edge of the tub sounded so...warm..and welcoming.

No..! Yami thought, horrified. He's making me clean myself, so he can dirty my hole right after!

Yami sat down on the floor stubbornly, crossing his arms and legs, trying his hardest to ignore the sweet scent of honey and milk coming from the bathwater.

If I am not clean, he cannot dirty me, Yami thought darkly. I can stop it from happening. Even if every single word of the nameless boy's advice rings true, I can help myself by doing nothing.

Seto leaned his ear towards the door, listening for sounds of bathing, and when he heard none, he became concerned. He knocked lightly on the door, wondering if the boy had fallen asleep in the water.

Yami heard the two knocks and he hugged his knees to his chest even tighter, trying not to feel or think about anything. Would being spread by this owner hurt as much as the nameless boy claimed it would?
And would it feel disgusting? Like it did when all the other men touched him?!
Yami bit the inside of his lip, trying very hard not to inhale the filthy scent wafting up from his own skin. He didn't want to find out.

Suddenly, the door opened behind him and Yami heard the owner step into the bathroom.

Terrified, Yami hunched up tighter, bracing himself to be hit across the head.

Seto watched as the boy flinched and hunched on the floor, his slender shoulders shaking and trembling. Seto felt a sudden rush of dizziness overcome him, his head spinning violently as he recognized this pose.

An unpleasant memory suddenly resurfaced as Seto remembered he would act like this anytime Gozaburo threatened to beat him.

This boy was expecting to be hit.
He was bracing himself, legs tight up against his chest, arms up, protecting his head.

Ohh...shit...! Seto thought fearfully as he backed out of the bathroom shakily and closed the door softly behind him. This boy had probably been physically and psychologically abused. The site claimed he was a virgin, which could be true...you could be hit and beaten, and still be a virgin.

Fuck! Seto cursed, his headache growing as his chest tightened painfully. He sat down heavily on the other side of the door, feeling nauseous. This was a bad situation. He should probably call a doctor before calling a translator.

There was a soft knock at the door and Isono walked in, looking worried, "I see you've decided to lock this door Mr. Kaiba. The food has all been prepared downstairs, and there is a variety, as you requested...Are you alright?"

Seto stood shakily and fished his cell phone out of his pocket, "I need to call a doctor, for the boy."

"Is he hurt?" Isono asked, frowning.

"Not anywhere that I can see. But maybe...underneath his clothes.." Seto responded, his voice threatening to choke the air out of him. This was going to be a shitty day. He might even need to take the day off just to deal with his fucking mistake.

Isono nodded gravely and watched Seto dial the family doctor. Seto spoke quietly, hastily hanging up after a few polite words.

"Now, what do we do?" Isono asked darkly, looking towards the closed bathroom door.

"Let's try to get him to eat." Seto said stiffly, "I will be staying home today, to take care of this matter."

Isono nodded, "I will be right back."

"Bring sweet things!" Seto called at Isono's retreating back. He sighed and stared at the bathroom door, wondering what the boy was doing now.

Yami had his ear to the door, listening as the owner talked in hushed whispers with the manservant. Was he in trouble? Yami sighed and stared at the water. He walked over to the edge of the beautiful tub and dipped his hand in longingly.

Oh, how he ached to be clean! The water was hot and it smelled absolutely lovely.

Yami breathed deeply, trying to cleanse his lungs and drown out his fear with the sweet scent of milk and honey, willing himself not to cry.

Another two knocks sounded at the door and the owner stepped into the bathroom, looking at him with a strange expression. Yami glared at him, quickly withdrawing his hand away from the water and hiding it behind his back. He had been caught touching the water! Now, the owner must think he wanted a bath...!

Yami watched as the handsome owner nodded at him encouragingly and gestured for him to get into the bathtub.

No. Yami thought stubbornly, and he folded his arms across his chest, looking directly into the owner's clear blue eyes. The owner nodded and motioned for him to walk out into the room.

Yami hesitated, then followed, wondering if he had been forgiven. The owner didn't seem angry at all, which was a relief, but also concerning.

Yami stifled a gasp as he watched the manservant arrange several large plates and trays of sparkling fruits, candy, and cakes on the low, brown table.

The manservant stood and bowed, leaving the room quickly.
Yami heard the door lock click again.

These sweets..! Yami's mouth began to water as he eyed the pink peach sparkling at him from the bowl of freshly sliced apples and oranges. You couldn't poison fruit, right? The nameless boy had not specified what kind of food his owner had drugged him with, just that it was...food.

His eyes lingered over the soft cakes with tiny strawberries sitting on top of perfectly swirled white cream and Yami swallowed thickly. He had never seen cake that looked so rolls of bread were cut into perfectly thin slices and several dishes of jam were laid out neatly beside it.

Yami counted seven different colors of jam, and his head began to spin. He hadn't eaten anything in four days! Or was it five days?! He had lost his count of days on the plane ride.

"Eat, please." Seto said, watching the boy eye the peach. He picked it up and handed it to him. He saw boy's beautiful violet eyes widen with fear as he visibly swallowed.

Why didn't this kid want to eat? He was obviously starved. Did those handlers starve him on purpose?

Shaking the thought out of his mind, Seto managed a smile and held the peach up to the boy's nose, knowing he could smell it.

Yami trembled as he restrained himself with an immense effort as the light scent from the peach passed under his nose. No, I cannot! The food is all drugged. He just asked me to clean myself, and when I refused, he is bribing me with food! This has to be drugged! This owner is smart! He knows...!

Yami shook his head and looked away pointedly, his heart thudding loudly in his ears.

Wow, okay. Seto thought, feeling increasingly more frustrated. He's dirty but doesn't want to bathe, he's hungry but doesn't want to eat. Is he damaged in the head?!

There was an echoing ring that cascaded around the house and Yami jumped. The doorbell sounded like a church bell!

Ah, there's the doctor. Seto thought darkly as he set the peach back down into the bowl. He strode out the door, making sure to close and lock it firmly behind him.

Yami let out the breath he had been holding the entire time. Did this house receive many guests? Perhaps, because you were rich, you probably had a lot of friends..?

Yami had no idea and he was too hungry to care. He stared longingly at the low table, laden high with sweets. He cursed the sparkling peach, feeling himself shrivel up inside. If he followed the nameless boy's advice, he would survive, because everything was happening exactly the way he said it would.

Downstairs, Seto stood behind Isono, watching as he pulled the door open to let the doctor into the house. The man stepped inside, wearing his usual white coat and gentle smile, carrying his briefcase of medical supplies and instruments.

"Please excuse the intrusion," The doctor said, bowing deeply and Seto noticed the doctor's hair had gotten a little more grey. It had been a while since he had seen this man.

"Welcome. You're always welcome in my home, Dr. Aki." Seto said quietly, bowing back stiffly and straightening up immediately, "Thank you for coming so quickly. I deeply appreciate it."

"Yes, no need to be so formal," The doctor's eyes twinkled kindly at Seto, "Mr. Aki is just fine. I'll always be Mr. Aki no matter how old you get, Kaiba-kun. And what seems to be the problem? You were not very clear on the phone."

Seto swallowed nodded, waiting for Isono to fully close the door before speaking, "There is a foreigner upstairs, who does not understand any Japanese. He may have been abused before arriving in this country, and if it's not too much trouble, could you run a blood test and a brain scan?"

The doctor nodded and slipped out a pair of white cotton gloves from his pocket, "What is the nationality of this foreigner? I do know some English...not much...but some."

"He does not speak English." Seto said quickly, "He's not like any foreigner I've ever seen." And he felt Isono nod in agreement beside him.

"I see." Mr. Aki said slowly, wrapping a mask around his face, hooking the thin bands behind his ears. "Anything else I should know before I see him?"

Seto looked carefully over at Isono before speaking, "He...refuses to bathe and eat, even though he is visibly very hungry and dirty. I'm not quite sure what to do. I can't seem to communicate with him through hand motions either. I wonder...if he may have been hit in the head too many times." Seto swallowed and felt an overwhelming sense of nausea pool in his chest.

"I see." Mr. Aki repeated, nodding, as the cotton mask muffed his voice. "Shall we head up now, Kaiba-kun? I can take the blood today, and rush the lab results to your desk. As for the brain scan, we'll have to see."

Seto nodded and stepped past the doctor, leading him up the grand staircase with Isono following closely behind them.

As they passed Mokuba's room, the younger Kaiba peeked his head out through the door and lit up when he saw the family doctor.

"Mr. Aki!" Mokuba cried happily.

The doctor turned and nodded solemnly at Mokuba and Mokuba gripped the door handle tightly, suddenly feeling very nervous. The doctor was here to see the strange boy...was everything okay?

"Back inside until I say so, Mokuba, please." Seto said sternly, and Mokuba ducked his head down, his face burning. He wanted to know what was happening too!

"Fine." He mumbled and he shut the door to his room heavily, indicating that he was not happy about the arrangement.

"He is a good child," Mr. Aki said, his voice heavily muffled and he gestured to the door handle, "After you, Kaiba-kun."

Seto nodded, his anxiety rising as he unlocked the door and led the doctor into the room.

Yami whirled around as the door clicked and swung open behind him.
The owner was standing in the doorway with another strange man wearing a long, white coat and a white mask, which was covering his nose and mouth. His white gloved hands were carrying a small metal briefcase.

Yami's heart stopped in his chest and he backed away from the door, glancing around the room frantically, looking for a place to hide. This masked man was a doctor! He was sure of it. What had the nameless boy said about doctors?

"My owner would abuse my hole after the doctor visits! The doctor even gave me needles and brightly colored pills that made me numb...! "

Oh please...no! Yami cried to himself, backing painfully into the steel night-drawer sitting beside the bed.

Yami watched with increasing terror as the owner closed the door softly and the lock clicked once more.

The doctor seemed to have kind eyes as he moved forwards, holding his arm out with his palms upwards. A friendly gesture. A handshake?

No. I will not be friends with you. You and that servant, you all work for him. Yami thought darkly, but he acknowledged the doctor with a slight nod.

The doctor took this as a good sign and lowered his hand. He pointed at the bed and patted the edge.

No. No, no! Yami thought frantically, shaking his head as his heart rate increased, I don't know what you're going to do to me, so I am not going anywhere near you.

The doctor nodded and handed his briefcase to the manservant. The servant held the bottom of the case while the doctor flipped it open and Yami caught a glimpse of many sharp-looking medical tools.

Yami began to sweat and he watched as the doctor took his tools out, one by one, and laid them all out on the bed for him to see.

Yami could feel the owner staring at him, and he risked a glance upwards, and the owner nodded at him, almost politely. What? Why? Yami was so confused and scared.

The doctor's tools lay gleaming on top of the mattress and Yami's eyes lingered on each one. They looked normal enough, nothing sharp, nothing that could visibly hurt him.

The doctor pointed at the first tool farthest away from him, and looked at Yami.

He's asking me if...he can use that one on me? Yami realized, and he hesitated, feeling the owner's blue gaze pierce his skin.

If he did this without struggling, would his owner have mercy on him?

Yami chanced a nod, a very slight nod, and the doctor appeared to smile behind his mask. His eyes wrinkled in the corners.

The doctor picked up the tool and moved towards him. Yami forced himself to stay very still, allowing the doctor to approach him. The doctor pointed at his own ear, and then pointed at the device.

Yami swallowed nervously and nodded, blinking rapidly. He watched the doctor bend forwards and touch his ear gently, lightly tugging on his earlobe as the cold metal from the tool slid in and out of his earhole quickly. Yami dared himself to breathe.

The doctor leaned back and nodded, pointing at Yami's other ear. Yami nodded quickly, and the doctor repeated the same actions.

Perhaps this man was only checking my well-being? Yami thought hopefully as the doctor pointed at the next tool on the bed. Yami nodded and the doctor resumed his examination.

The doctor listened to his heart, lifted his arms, pressed his neck, felt around his head, and made him touch his toes.

Yami was beginning to feel slightly less nervous as the doctor poked and prodded him gently, opening his mouth and looking inside, tugging his eyelids up and making him look down. His owner was not paying attention; he was scrolling though his mobile phone, and the manservant was sitting cross-legged on the white couch across the room.

The doctor patted the bed again and held up another tool, pointing at his own knee. Yami nodded and obliged quickly, sitting gingerly on the bed, feeling the mattress sink wonderfully beneath him. He felt like he was sitting on a cloud! Was this how rich people slept?! On clouds?

The doctor bent down beside him and tapped his knees swiftly. The feeling tickled and Yami smiled slightly, watching his foot kick forwards.

The doctor nodded and smiled again. He set the tools down and pointed at himself, speaking softly, "Mr. Aki."

Yami blinked at him. What?

The doctor patted his chest, and repeated himself, "Mr. Aki." His voice was gentle and it sounded like he was smiling from under the mask. Was "Mr. Aki" his name?

The doctor repeated the motion a third time and spoke again.

Ah...it is his name! Yami nodded and repeated it back to him, "Mr. Aki."
It was easy to say, and he mimicked the doctor's pronunciation perfectly.

His owner and the servant jerked their heads up to stare at him, their eyes wide. Yami felt his terror rising again. Perhaps he should not have imitated the doctor. Were they...angry? Annoyed?

The doctor straightened up and spoke to his owner. His owner nodded gravely and set his mouth in a tight line.

Yami was so confused. What was going on?!

Mr. Aki looked steadily into Seto's eyes, "He seems to be aware of his surroundings, as you just saw, so, he is shaking his head at your requests on his own accord. Probably. I also can't seem to figure out his nationality, unfortunately, he repeated my name quite well."

Seto frowned and nodded, "I still want a brain scan to be sure, but the blood test is more important."

"Well," Mr. Aki said, readjusting his gloves, "I'll be drawing his blood now. How do you think it will go? I agree that a blood test is more important at this point, because we don't know if this boy is carrying a foreign disease. Better to keep him here until the results come back."

Seto nodded stiffly, "And how do you suggest I get him to bathe? I tried bribing him with sweets." He gestured over to the low table laden with desserts and fruit.

"That, I'm not sure." Mr. Aki said, brow was frowning, "Either way, he seems to be in good health... over his clothes. Perhaps in a few more days when he gets more comfortable here, I could come back and do a more thorough examination."

Seto nodded again, gripping his phone tightly, feeling extremely anxious.

"Okay. Here we go." Mr. Aki said darkly. "Perhaps you should call a few of your bodyguards up, just in case. This boy seems intelligent. He was watching my every move whenever I touched my tools."

"The bodyguards would scare him further," Seto shook his head, "Try approaching him with the needle first."

"Very well," Mr. Aki sighed heavily and made his way over to his briefcase.

Yami watched as Mr. Aki turned away from his owner and began picking the tools up off the bed, packing it back into his metal case. What were they talking about? His owner looked tense, and Mr. Aki...was unreadable through the mask.
Was the doctor leaving?

Perhaps he could get the doctor to stay! He seemed like a kind man!

"Mr. Aki...!" Yami began, and he choked on his voice as the doctor turned to face him with a needle. Yami sat frozen with horror, gripping the edge of the bed tightly, angry at himself for even beginning to trust this doctor.

The doctor nodded and held his hand out in a friendly gesture again.

No, NO! Not this time! I've been fooled! Yami realized miserably, He checked my well-being first so I would trust him!

His eyes darted around the room frantically. Where could he go? Where could he hide? The doctor was steadily getting closer and Yami shook his head, glaring and biting back tears.

His owner approached the bed suddenly and stood very close to him, placing a cold hand on his shoulder.

Don't...touch me! Yami screamed internally as he jerked away from his owner, and the doctor's gloved hand wrapped around his arm. No..I will not..! Stay away!

He moved to kick out and his owner caught his foot before it hit the doctor's chest, his slender fingers wrapped around his ankle and pinned his leg down onto the bed.

Horrified, Yami struggled, crying out, "No..please! Please...! I'll bathe, I'll bathe! You don't have to drug me! I will bathe!"

His owner stared deeply into his eyes as he pressed a finger to his own lips, in a gesture for quiet.

You want me to be quiet?! Yami thought, panic-stricken, What if I am not? Will you change your mind about drugging me if I am quiet?

In his terror, Yami could not recall any of the advice the nameless boy had given him about struggling. Had the boy said they liked the struggle? But if he didn't struggle, he would end up drugged! Either way he would end up drugged!

He kicked out harder and the owner looked at him angrily, his cold hands pressing him down further into the soft mattress.

I'm never sleeping on this bed! Yami vowed to himself just he saw three surly men in dark suits walk quickly through the door, and Yami had never been more terrified in his life.

My owner...is calling more guards to restrain me! Why?! I haven't bathed, does it not matter?! Will he spread my hole regardless of how clean I am?! Yami cried to himself desperately.

"Please...please don't hurt me!" Yami begged, looking up into his owner's handsome face, his chest hurting from his heart beating too quickly. "I will bathe, I will do as you say, you don't need to drug me!"

Seto looked down into the boy's dark violet eyes, noticing tears beginning to pool at the corners as he spoke in his strange language.
The boy was so scared, he could tell. He was asking to be let go.

Seto held him down tighter; he knew the guards were a terrible fucking idea, but what the hell else were they going to do? What if this boy was a walking contagious disease?! They might even need to sedate him at this point. Drawing blood while he squirmed and kicked might do more harm than good.

The bodyguards were all wearing face masks now, as per the doctor's orders, and Mr. Aki handed Seto one too.

"If I wear this, it'll scare him even more!" Seto exclaimed angrily as his bodyguards took over for him. Two men started to lean their weight on the boy's arms and the third one placed his large hands over the boy's slender knees, which were twisting and jerking every which way.

The boy let out a bloodcurdling scream, with tears running down his face as he looked frantically over at him, blinking and blinking imploringly. Seto looked away, feeling his stomach churn violently. He might lose his breakfast at this point.

"It will be over soon, Mr. Kaiba. If the boy is in this country illegally, you will have to do what it takes." Mr. Aki said firmly, prepping a separate syringe, "It seems like a mild sedation is required. May I have your permission?"

Seto swallowed tightly as he nodded, realizing Mr. Aki had addressed him as "Mr. Kaiba." This was a serious matter of public health in his household, so he needed to do this.

Yami choked on his tears as the two burly men leaned down on his shoulder's heavily, almost pressing the air out of him as the third held his knees down so tightly his thighs were going numb. The nameless boy's voice pierced through his consciousness once more.

"He may even have friends or servants hold you down while he dirties your hole for the first time, especially if you struggle."

Why?! Why was this coming true so quickly?! Yami thought miserably, looking around at the guard's masked faces, realizing everyone wore a mask...except for his owner. Yami stilled and stopped struggling immediately as his owner blue eyes stared intensely through him once more.

Yami swallowed, the terror was sapping away his energy quickly, This is...my fate. I will accept it..but..at least..he is handsome...!

Suddenly, Mr. Aki appeared in his view again, this time holding two syringes. One filled with a clear liquid and the other was empty.

No...! Yami jerked and shook his head vigorously, feeling hot tears leak down his face. He wanted to die. Anything was better than this. Would he wake up bleeding, not being able to remember his name, just like the other boy?!

Mr. Aki turned to Seto, "Looks like your idea is working. He sees you not wearing a mask and quiets down. He must trust you more than us."

"I doubt it." Seto responded hoarsely, unable to tear his eyes away from the boy's terrified, tear-stained face. The boy somehow managed to look beautiful even when he cried, and that thought shook him deeply. The men who sold him knew what they were doing. Virgins crying ...that was a huge fetish, wasn't it?

"Come stand closer Mr. Kaiba." The doctor said again, "Perhaps hold his hand to reassure him. I will insert the needle now. This is the sedative. Everything should go smoothly after this, and your men can leave. The boy is obviously very frightened."

Obviously, Seto thought darkly as he moved towards the bed. His movements seemed to incite a fresh bout of struggle from the boy, as he kicked and screamed even louder; his cries seemed to shake the crystals on the chandelier above them.

God...this is so horrible, Seto thought as he stood beside the boy, pressing a finger to his own lips again as a gesture for quiet. It worked earlier, was there any reason that it wouldn't work now?

Yami blinked through his tears, looking up at his handsome owner who pressed a finger against his lips again, asking for quiet.

But you and Mr. Aki are drugging me! Yami thought desperately, feeling betrayed, I will scream as much as I can while I still have my own mind!

"NO! I WON'T!" Yami cried, his throat searing painfully as he yelled at the top of his lungs.

The doctor was approaching him with the needle and Yami strained, flexing his arm stiffly, deeply afraid. Suddenly a warm hand pressed into his and wrapped around his fingers, squeezing firmly. Yami took deep gasping breaths, glancing up at his owner, who stared kindly down at him.

That confused Yami even further.
Wh-What?! Did that mean he wasn't going to be dirtying his hole? Then who would? One of the guards?! ...While he watched?!

He stopped struggling and stared desperately up into his owner's clear blue eyes, feeling as if he was falling upwards into the sky. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in the middle of his arm and Yami glanced down, horrified, watching as the doctor emptied the needle's contents into his body.

Yami went numb with shock as he saw his own blood rushing back into the needle's barrel.

"Very good," Mr. Aki said slowly, picking up the empty syringe "One more. Your hand-holding worked Kaiba-kun. Smooth sailing from here."

Seto squeezed the boy's hand a little more firmly, feeling the fight leave the boy's body at an alarming rate. If this was the right thing to do, why did he feel so terrible doing it? Jesus.

"His other arm please," The doctor said, addressing the men, "And he needs to be very still for this. I don't want the tip breaking off into his skin if he moved suddenly."

Yami felt the men shift beside him as the doctor circled the large bed with the second needle.

Another one?! But...I just did one! Yami cried silently, tears leaking out of his eyes on their own accord. I am really going to lose myself, aren't I?

He couldn't bring himself to look. His head was growing heavy already and Yami felt like nothing mattered anymore. He looked sullenly over at his hand which his owner was still holding tightly, and he cursed his owner's hands for looking so beautiful. This man was evil.

Yami felt the needle stab his other arm, and a strange, light feeling tingled over his entire arm. What's happening to my arm?! Yami thought fearfully, and he felt the doctor remove the needle after a long moment. A cold bandage pressed over the tiny wound and the doctor nodded, speaking something in the strange language.

Mr. Aki circled back around the bed towards Seto and showed him the wide syringe. It was completely filled with dark red blood.

"I hope you don't mind, Mr. Kaiba, I took more than needed in case you wanted to run DNA or test for genetic disease. The boy will be weak for a few days, he needs lots of food and rest. If he still refuses to eat...well..." The doctor looked over his shoulder at the boy, looking concerned.

"I'll admit him into a private hospital." Seto said darkly, clutching the boy's hand tightly. "In the meantime, I will find a way to make him bathe and eat. Thank you for your help, Mr. Aki."

"Very well." Mr Aki said pleasantly, sealing the syringe in a clear bag. "Thank you, men." He said, nodding at Kaiba's bodyguards.

The men got up quietly and left the room in a single file. Mokuba was peeking into the room fearfully, with Isono blocking his view slightly.

Seto looked over at the spiky-haired boy, who was shaking and trembling on the bed, staring silently up at the ceiling, a continuous stream of tears running down his beautiful face and soaking into the pillows.

Isono led Mokuba away from the doorway and closed the door softly.
Seto heard the lock click and he palmed him face, his shoulders growing heavy. Fuck...everything.


Author's note:

Next chapter up: 10/21/17

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With love,
Ugli