Title: The Shaman and the International Spy

Pairing(s): Serfshipping (Atem x Joey)

Puppyshipping (Seto x Joey)

Rivalshipping (Seto x Yugi)

Warning(s): Swearing/Foul Language

Homo/Heterosexual Sexual Relations

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Contains mentions of drugs, alcohol, and suicide!

A/N: Hello, Taylor here with the second chapter to TS&IS. Just wanted to give fair warning about these next few chapters, they do explain what happened to Yugi and the others after Atem regained his memories and went back to doing Pharaoh-y things. However, I go the "extreme" route, and there is gonna be some pretty nasty shit happening. I hope you all took the time to read the warnings, and TRIGGER WARNINGS above. They will be listed above each chapter, to help prepare you for the writing ahead. Please read them.

*end long ass Author's Note*

Chapter 2 [Almost Complete]

Having spent hours wandering the various market stalls in the unforgiving heat of the Egyptian sun, Peter had finally found nightshade [1] and morning glory [2] branches. Nightshade was uncommon in the desert, forcing him out of his comfort zone in Cairo, to drive two and a half hours to Alexandria. Fortunately for him though, morning glory was found all along the Nile River.

His collection was almost complete. Sitting at his desk in his small two-bedroom apartment, he smiled to himself quite sinisterly. All he needed now was the last item on his list, mayhaps the most important ingredient.

Blood of his kin.

He needed Yugi Mutou's blood to complete the ritual, and then Pharaoh Atem would be all his to enjoy.

The ritual needed to be completed on the next full moon. And by Peter's calculations, (he merely looked at his calendar, but it made him feel important to say calculations) the next full moon was in 18 days. More than enough time to fly to Domino City in Japan, find and stalk Yugi before taking his blood.

The only problem was how much blood did he need? The spell never specified the amount. It just stated that he needed it. Maybe he should just grab Yugi and take him back to Egypt with him. But that would require extra weeks of planning, and he didn't want to wait that long for his beloved Pharaoh. No, he would just kill Yugi and drain him of his blood, then board his private jet to sneak past customs –

Wait. That was it. He could fly his jet from his own airstrip, and land in a deserted airstrip near Domino. Perhaps, the old Domino International. Then, he would only need to grab the kid, and take him to the plane, and then onwards to Egypt.

Peter smiled cruelly. It was a perfect plan, a foolproof plan. A monkey could do it. And he was no monkey.

Getting up from his desk to prepare for his flight, and pack the tools necessary for Yugi's capture.


The bell to the Kame Game shop rang loudly in Solomon Mutou's ears, perking them up in excitement. A customer! It had been a while since someone had come in to buy something. Whether he liked it or not, the Duel Monsters' craze was fading. Placing his broom against the back wall, he turned to look at his newest customer.

It was a tall man, about mid-thirties, long brown hair pulled into what the kids today called a "man bun." His eyes glinted curiously under the shop's florescent lights, and Solomon noted that they seemed to match the color of his hair. He seemed well built, with muscles seemingly ready to burst from the gray flannel shirt he was wearing above dark blue jeans, faded at the knees.

Solomon smiled brightly. "Hello! Welcome to the Kame Game Shop, where we have all of your gaming needs! What can I do for you today, young man?"

The other male seemed uninterested in Solomon's obviously well rehearsed speech, and looked around. There were posters of Duel Monsters covering almost every inch of the shop's walls, above the tall shelves that housed the actual cards.

"Sir?" Solomon peered suspiciously at the young gentleman. Chestnut eyes swung back around to gaze at the kind, elderly man.

"Yes, I am looking for someone. His name is... well, rather unusual. I met him in a coffee shop earlier, and he said he'd meet me here. Wanted to show me some new and unusual cards that you had recently received. I think it was.. Yuri.. no, that can't be it. Yagi, maybe?"

Solomon's eyes widened a bit. "Yugi, perhaps?"

The gentleman snapped his fingers in obvious excitement. "Yes! That's it! Yugi! Is he here yet?"

Solomon smiled. "No, not yet. But you are welcome to wait in the parlor. Any friend of Yugi's is a friend of mine. I'm surprised he went out and made one. He usually just takes a walk around the pier, mourning the loss of the Phar– I mean, his best friend. He passed away, you see." Quickly, the elderly man clamped his mouth shut, afraid of having said too much. But the other fellow didn't seem to be listening. He was already heading to the back, towards the parlor.

"Wait there, fellow! I didn't catch your name!" Solomon called after him.

"Peter!" the tall guy called back.

Peter. Grandpa Mutou thought to himself. Well, like it or not Peter, I highly doubt you are a friend of Yugi's. My boy has been mourning the loss of the Pharaoh, his other half, for three years now. He doesn't have the strength to keep in close contact with his other friends. I doubt he would make a new one so quickly. Let us see what you say to the police when they show up, eh, sonny boy?

Having made his mind up, Solomon Mutou picked up the phone, with the intent of calling the police. He was too focused on thinking up what to say to them that he never even heard the boy sneak up behind him. He felt the prick of the needle far too late, and in seconds had collapsed to the floor, knocked unconscious.


Resting his elbows on his knees, Yugi looked mournfully out at the river in front of him. It had been three years since Atem left. What pained him even more was knowing that the moment he entered that circle of light, Atem had died. He vanished back into the past, back 5,000 years. And Yugi knew that immortality only existed in fiction novels and fantasy movies. He knew that Atem, his best friend, his other half, was dead.

Tears fell from violet eyes, and landed on his gray jeans. He had long since graduated high school, and had his "growth spurt." Even with the extra height, he still only came up to Tèa's shoulders. Joey and Tristan had each gotten theirs, with Joey maxing out at six feet and four inches, Tristan only a hair shorter. Tèa had stayed relatively the same height, having her growth spurt a few years before the boys. But at least now, no one was going to make fun of him anymore.

If Atem was here, we'd be almost the same height. Maybe he'd be only an inch taller than me, Yugi thought to himself.

He sat on the rocks by the river bank a few more minutes, allowing himself a few more tears for his fallen friend. Over the course of those three years, Yugi had contemplated giving up all together. The pain was unbearable. But his friends had been there for him, day in and day out. They had brought soup, casseroles and Joey had even made him a traditional Japanese funeral meal known as otoki [3]. But Yugi couldn't bring himself to eat it. Eventually, he stopped talking to his friends and they no longer sought him out. They had moved on, why couldn't he?

When his friends left, Yugi couldn't handle it anymore. Over the course of several months, he had been in and out of the hospital, having made several attempts to take his own life. He wanted to see Atem so badly. He thought if he ended his life that he would get his wish. But when Tèa had shown up during his last visit, when he had slit his wrists, and told him how much she loved him and how much he was hurting not only himself but her too, Yugi knew he had to continue living. Even if it meant hurting for the rest of his life.

When he was released, Yugi was prescribed Vicodin. Within weeks, he was addicted. He even went to other doctors and got them to give him a script for them.

And that is where he had been walking home from, before sitting down on the rocks to cry. He had a script for Vicodin in his pocket, and was waiting to the pharmacy across the street to open.

Looking at his watch, he saw that it was a quarter past nine in the morning. They should be open now. He stood up, brushing pebbles and dust from his behind and grabbed his gray sweater. It was September twenty-seventh, so it wasn't too cold, but it wasn't exactly warm either.

The pharmacy bell rang above his head, and the pretty woman behind the desk smiled at him. The place smelled sterile, the tiles on the floor too clean, and the shelves carrying over-the-counter medications for all ailments seemed to be gathering dust. It was the reason Yugi came all the way out here. It was on the other side of town, in the ghetto part of Domino.

"Hello," she said, her voice high-pitched and sugary sweet. "What can I do for you today?"

Yugi pulled his script and health insurance card from his pocket. "Just here for a refill."

The pharmacist took the paper from him, and Yugi noted that her nails were neatly manicured, and painted a blood red. She typed his information into the computer in front of her, frequently hitting the backspace button as the other keys were sticky and uncooperative. Two minutes later, his information entered in the computer, he was told, "Give me a 'bout ten minutes, honey. I'll whip 'em up lickety-split." and was directed to sit in one of the chairs near the entrance.

Even though he knew his other friends would never be caught dead "in the ghetto" as Joey eloquently phrased it, the waiting killed Yugi. He was always afraid of being spotted, or having one of them walk in and see him sitting there waiting for his drug habit to be filled and paid for.

Finally, the pharmacist had filled his prescription and he pulled out his bank card to pay.

"That'll be... lets see... thirteen dollars and seventy-three cents, hon." Yugi indicated his bank card.

"Debit? All right. Whenever you're ready, dear."

A few seconds later, the transaction was complete. Yugi grabbed up his pills, said goodbye to the overly-friendly pharmacist and began his long trek home. On the way he stopped at a corner store to grab a bottle of water, and some cigarettes. He'd started smoking not too long after Atem left. He wasn't the only one of the group to start, either. Joey was occasionally seen lighting one up. Sometimes the two had even smoked a joint together, but weed wasn't Yugi's thing. Pills were.

He stopped for a moment to open his water and gulp some down before opening said pills and popping two into his mouth. With a swig of water, they made their way down to his stomach and soon, into his system. It didn't take long for the Vicodin to start working, and Yugi always got an amazing high off them.

He put his pills into his jacket and threw the paper bag into the nearest trash can. Then he continued his walk home.

When he got there, he noticed that the sign on the door stated that the store was closed. Yugi frowned, knowing that it should not be closed. They had just received a large shipment of new and rare cards. Still after all these years, Pegasus was desperate to keep the game alive. Even Kaiba was no longer announcing new tournaments every week.

He pushed on the door to discover that it was locked. Concerned, Yugi pulled his key from his pocket, and stuck it in the keyhole.

All of a sudden, a dark shadow was hovering over him. Yugi couldn't see his attacker, but felt the sting of a syringe pierce the back of his neck. Darkness overtook him, and he collapsed to the ground.


A dull gray haze hung over the entire room as Joey Wheeler took another drag on his cigarette. He blew the smoke out, forming a small ring. He was laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for his father to unlock his door.

He was being punished again. For what, he didn't know. There was never an actual reason as to why his dad beat him and locked him in his room. Joey supposed that he really ought to be happy. It was the only time his dad ever acknowledged him.

There were a few loud bangs from downstairs, then thumps coming up the stairs. Joey looked at his watch. He'd been in here for about six hours. Maybe his dad was finally going to let him out. The blonde teen quickly snuffed out his cigarette into an ashtray and shoved it under the bed, along with the rest of his smokes and his lighter. Then he sat up on his bed and awaited the arrival of Mr. John Wheeler.

There was a thud on his door, followed by drunken grumbling. The sound of the hook lock being undone was heard and the door swung open, violently colliding with the wall. Joey was used to it, so there was hardly a flinch from him.

His father stood in the doorway, swaying as if he was a blade of grass in a light breeze. He had on a stained white wifebeater, black boxers and gray socks. His greasy blonde hair stuck up in all directions, and he looked as if he had just woken up. Which is probably why Joey had spent six hours in his room, chain-smoking.

"'re ya read-y to come out now?" His father slurred. Joey nodded.

"You gon be good boy? Not – hic... 'urt me like you did today?" Joey shook his head. "No, dad. I promise."

John nodded. He stood there a few seconds more, blinking. Then he turned and stumbled down the hall to his own room, where no doubt he would pass out for the rest of the night.

Joey sighed. He grabbed his favorite green jacket, his smokes and lighter and pulled his shoes on. He tiptoed down the hall to his dad's room, and listened. A loud snoring came from within.

Good. Joey thought. Time to head out now.

Joey quietly descended the carpeted stairs. He grabbed his key by the front door, and snuck out, locking the door behind him. A beat up silver Buick stood in the driveway, Joey's gift to himself for graduating high school. Making his way towards his car, he pressed the "unlock" button and heard the click of the doors opening.

Heaving open this creaking door, Joey settled himself in the driver's seat. Within seconds, the car was running and Joey was backing up out of the driveway. He turned left at the end of his street, heading for the car dealership where he and Tristan worked. Even though he was about two hours late.

Searching the glovebox where he kept all his valuables, he pulled out his phone. He was very lucky to still have it after his dad found it. He had been so angry, thinking that Joey had stolen money from him to buy it. He had thrown the phone, but thankfully it hadn't broke. After that, everything Joey wanted to keep safe, he kept it in the glovebox.

He was equally lucky to have a boss who knew his situation.

"Jesus, Wheeler. Six hours? You know, I really ought to call Child Protective Services..." Hunnam said, his Irish accent thick with anger. Not at Joey, but towards his abusive dad.

Joey rolled his eyes. "Hunnam, please. I'm hardly a fucking child. CAS can't do shit. Besides, it's over now and I'm on my way."

A heavy sigh on the other line. "Well, the police would be able to do some'fin." Stubborn old goat.

"Hunnam..."

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Just get 'ere. You can make up the two hours on Sat-ah-day, aw'right?"

"Yeah, okay. See you in a few." Joey replied, grateful for having Hunnam as a boss. Anyone else would have just fired him, and called the police. And that would have been a fucking shitshow.

Frank Hunnam was a nice guy. His heart was definitely in the right place. But he just didn't understand.

Another heavy sigh. "Yup."

Joey flipped his phone shut and stuffed it back in the glovebox. He turned right at the next intersection, mind wandering to Tristan. No doubt the older teen was worried about him. Joey sighed. He didn't want to talk about what happened. He just wanted to get through his shift, and head home to sleep.

From inside the glovebox, his phone beeped. When the light at the next intersection turned red, and he had come to a full stop, Joey reached over and pulled the compartment open and grabbed his phone. It kept beeping, which meant someone was calling him.

He recognized the number, and a jolt of excitement ran through him. Clearing his throat, he answered the phone and put on his "mature adult" voice.

"Hello? This is Joey Wheeler speaking."

"Hello. This is Sandra Clemmons calling. You applied for a one-bedroom apartment off of Main street. Are you still interested in renting it?"

"Yes! Uh, yes. Yes I am." Joey replied excitedly.

"Ok, the rent each month is going to seven hundred and twenty-five dollars, and the heat and hydro are included in that. What time are you available today to sign some papers for it?"

Joey sat there stunned. A car honked angrily at him and he realized he'd been sitting on a green light. Hastily, he pushed the accelerator before it turned red again.

"Uh, well. I could leave work early today. My boss will let me make it up on Saturday. So, say... seven thirty? Would that be ok for you?"

"Yup, that's perfect. You should bring with you, a check stub showing proof of your income, and some photo I.D. First and last months rent is required, but you don't have to pay it all at once. We can work something out. Any questions?"

"Nope, we are all good."

"Excellent. I will see you at seven-thirty."

After exchanging goodbyes, they hung up and Joey let out of whoop of excitement. He had just gotten his own apartment.


After closing the deal with another customer, Tristan Taylor anxiously awaited Joey's arrival. He had overheard Hunnam talking with him on the phone, and from the sound of it, he figured Joey's asshole of a father had locked in him in his room again.

For six whole hours! Damn that jackass! Tristan shook his head. Now was not the time to be thinking about it, but he'd be grilling Joey on it when he got here.

The sound of the storefront doors opening made its way to Tristan's ears. It was either another customer looking for an affordable (aha! Yeah, right...) car or it was Joey. Either way, he was required to go and meet them.

As he neared the entrance, he glanced at the parking lot, looking for Joey's car. And he saw it, parked in his usual spot. Then he saw the blonde himself, looking rather excited.

'Heya, Tristan! How's it hanging?" Joey laughed, giving Tristan a warm smile. The older teen couldn't help but return it.

"Hey buddy. What's up? What are you so happy about?" Joey's grin got wider.

"I, my friend, am the new proud owner of my own fucking apartment." Tristan's eyes grew wide in surprise.

"What? No way! That lady is renting it to you?" After and affirmative nod from the blonde, Tristan laughed and slapped Joey on the back in congratulations. "Awesome! Way to go, buddy!"

"'ey! What's all this noise out 'ere, eh?" Hunnam hollered from his office. When he saw Joey, he began walking towards them.

"'ey, there Wheeler. You aw'right?" Their boss asked gently. Joey nodded.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm ok. The worst of it is over. But, I got some good news to share though."

"Oh? And what's that, eh?"

"I've got my own apartment now."

Hunnam grinned. "Well, right on then. Good for you. Hope it goes well for you. 'ey, if ya need any 'elp moving out your old man's place, you give me call , okay? Especially if the dumb bastard tries to give any ya trouble 'bout it. Alright?"

Joey smiled. "Yeah, will do. Thanks."

"Hey, you know I'll help too." Tristan piped up. Joey laughed.

"Yeah, right."

"What? I will." Tristan chuckled.

"What are you gonna do? Move my lamp from my room to the car? Like you did when we moved Duke into his new place?"

"Hey! For the record, that was a heavy lamp! And it didn't help that I spent the day before at the gym! It was arm day!" Tristan argued playfully, laughing along with Joey as they walked towards the employee break room. Hunnam headed back to his office, shaking his head as they continued their playful banter.

The rest of the day went by quickly, Tristan and Joey having both made at least twelve sales a piece. Hunnam was glad that he had hired both of them. They were good talkers, and that helped them to close deals.

At the entrance to the dealership, Tristan said goodbye and good luck to Joey, who had left early to meet his new landlady.

"You call me when you're ready to start moving stuff in! Hunnam and I will help. I'll try to sucker Duke into helping too. Alright?" Tristan called after Joey, as the blonde settled himself in his car.

"Yep! You will be the first one I call, Tristan! See you later!" With that Joey had his engine running and pulled out of the parking lot.

Tristan, meanwhile, still had half an hour left of his shift. And the next customer was rather irate at the service he was not receiving. Tristan put on his professional face, and strode confidently over to the older man, effectively rescuing the new girl. Hannah, he thought her name was.

"This is the third time I've come in here, and still you will not sell to me! That car isn't worth that much money!"

"Hello, sir. My name is–"

"I couldn't give two shits what your fucking name is! I want my vintage car! But I refuse to pay the ridiculous price laid upon it!"

"Well, perhaps we can make a reasonable deal." The tone in Tristan's voice let the elderly gentleman know he wasn't to be trifled with, and any deal they made was going to final.

The man stared at him a moment, then nodded curtly. He turned and strode over to a vintage T-Bird Convertible. It was red in color, and had a black leather interior. Two white stripes ran parallel to each other from hood to trunk. It even had the original 1965 style of steering wheel and dashboard. And the price Hunnam had placed on it made even Tristan balk at it.

17,000 dollars!? Jeez, no wonder this guy is so angry about it. I would be too. It's not exactly brand new, so what's he thinking putting that kind of price tag on it?

Keeping a straight face, Tristan said, "Ok. Let's make a deal."

A half hour later, the gentleman walked out with his vintage T-Bird and Tristan had closed an eleven thousand dollar deal. He felt a bit guilty selling it at that price, but if the customer was happy about then it couldn't have been that bad. Right?

Heading towards the break room, he ran into Hannah. She smiled at him, and Tristan gladly returned it. She had long straight black hair, with emerald green eyes and a tanned complextion. She was tall, but not taller than Tristan. She was curvy, and Tristan couldn't help but discreetly check out her breasts.

"Hey. Thanks for helping me out there. He just walked in and started screaming and hollering. I had no idea what to do. I almost cried."

Tristan nodded, gathering up his coat and work bag. "Yeah, you get people like that in here quite a bit. They are some crazy people. You just gotta let it go, you know? Not let it get to you. Just smile and nod. It makes them even more pissed off." Hannah laughed.

Tristan figured it was a good a time as any. So he went for it.

"Hey, uh. Hannah, is it?" When she nodded, he continued. "Do you have someone coming to pick you up? Or do you need a lift?"

"Yeah, my girl friend is coming to pick me up. But thanks though."

Tristan's face fell a little. "Oh, okay. Yeah, no problem. Always happy to lend a hand if one is needed." Hannah smiled to show that she appreciated it.

After collecting their things, they called to Hunnam to let him know that they were leaving. He was on the phone and merely waved at them. Standing outside in the slight chill that had fallen, Tristan offered to wait with her.

"You know, just if you feel uncomfortable waiting by yourself in the dark." He hoped that he didn't sound like he was coming on too strong.

Hannah smiled. "Yeah, sure. I'd like that."

They waited for about ten minutes before a dark sedan pulled up in front of the dealership entrance. A woman with a shock of short, bright red hair got out of the front seat and strode over to where Tristan and Hannah were standing, shivering.

"Hey, babe." The newcomer said, with a rather husky voice. She leaned in and gave Hannah a chaste kiss on her lips, and Tristan understood when Hannah said her "girl friend" was picking her up.

She really meant girlfriend.

"Uh, well! I best be off. I'll see you tomorrow Hannah. And hello, Hannah's girlfriend. Nice to meet you. I'm Tristan. I work with your girlfriend. She's a nice girl." Tristan realized he was babbling like a baboon, and remembered he had somewhere to go. He turned and nearly dashed to his car. Hannah shouted her goodbye at his retreating back. Tristan waved over his shoulder.

Once settled into the driver's seat, and sure that Hannah and her girlfriend were gone, he let his head drop, smacking it against the wheel.

"Aww man.. Why do all the hot girls gotta be gay?"


Well, aw'right! XD

This was one helluva long chapter. 4501 words, to be exact. I wanted to include Tèa in this one, and the conclusion to Joey's apartment dilemma, but it's too long now as it is. So it will have to wait for the next chapter. I hope everyone enjoyed this one, I started it and didn't stop until about two hours later.

RATE REVIEW FAVORITE AND FOLLOW MY PRECIOUS KIDDIES. xD See you all in the next chapter!