DISCLAIMER: Welcome! I am Nuin and I will be your guide as we embark on this wondrous tour of Yugi-Oh and Yaoi-land. Now remember that feeding and petting the characters is forbidden at all times. I do not wish for them to run off with any of you, which would result in disabling me from writing the rest of the story. Please keep your arms and legs inside the moving vehicle as I do not wish to receive any lawsuits containing dismemberment of tour-guests. Thank you.

WARNING: May I also kindly remind you that this story is in fact a Yaoi-story. Which means lovers of the same gender. Anyone with restrictions against this form of love is asked to please leave the premises as it will probably upset the characters. Now if you'll please turn to your right, I believe that we are in for a treat as the characters begin on a new story.

NOTIFICATION: This is the sequel to 'Born to Servitude'. Though 'Rebirth of The Damned' can be read standing alone, it would help in the understanding of the relations between the characters, if you were to read 'Born to Servitude' first. If you want other additional reading 'Revenge Is Best Served With A Pinch Of Insanity' and 'You Want What?' are one-shots following after the events that take place in 'Born to Servitude' and before 'Rebirth of The Damned'.

ALSO this story is scheduled to be about 30 or so chapters long. So you're in for a long one. Up for the ride? Then read on.

Rebirth of The Damned.

By Nuin.

02. What Kind of Priest Are You?

Seto absentmindedly twirled the Sennen Rod around in his right hand. He occasionally glanced at the golden object, then quickly looked away in confusion. What was he to do with this...thing? He turned to look out the vast windows of his bedroom, the sky was dark and foreboding of the storm that was promised to be one of the worst in a decade. He shivered involuntarily, Jou was at his own house and Mokuba was at a friend's house for the night, his little brother had even taken their new pet, Onyx, with him. If they had been here, he would have asked one of the staff to make some hot cocoa and the three of them, plus one dog, would sit together in front of the large fireplace in the main living room just snuggling up to each other.

But he was here alone and he hated storms. They were annoying to say the least. Loud and boisterous, all storms seemed to agree with each other to attempt to cut the power lines in the city every damn time. Then they drenched the streets and everyone daring enough to walk out. And not to mention the roars of thunder that prevented him from hearing or seeing any type of music or movies and prevented him from carrying on any form of phone calls. All this mixed together made it extremely boring to be in the mansion alone, especially since he suddenly remembered having given the staff the night off.

For one moment he wanted to give in to the urge of banging his head against the desk in front of him, but decided that it would not be very dignified to show up at school Monday morning with a large lump on his forehead.

Suddenly he heard a low chuckle, he whirled around in his chair trying to see if someone was in the dark room with him. Perhaps Jou had come over to visit anyway or maybe Mokuba got home earlier than anticipated. No, Mokuba said he was going sleep over at his friend's house and the voice was much to deep to be that of Jou. He couldn't make out any figures anywhere in the room. Had it been a figment of his imagination? No, there it was again. someone was in here, laughing a him.

"Who's there?" He called out in a stern voice. But he was given no answer. The voice just continued to laugh at him for several minutes, making Seto contemplate if he had gone mad.

'No, you are not mad.' The voice finally said, making Seto jump slightly in his chair and the other was chuckling again.

"Who are you?" Seto growled. "Show yourself."

'That would a little problematic right now, seeing as I do not have my own body.'

"Y-your own...body?" Seto asked confusedly.

'Yes, I do not have a body of my own, young one. I am what you call a spirit.'

"Spirit? You mean you're a yami?"

'Now this is my turn to ask questions. What pray tell is a yami, young one?' The voice inquired softly.

"A yami...the dark side of a person's mind, who possesses a Sennen Item." Seto hoped this would explain the prerogative well enough for the other as he had no idea what else to say.

'Sennen Item? Ah, you must mean one of the Seven of the Shadows, yes?' Seto gave his affirmative, wondering about the new name of the items. He then remembered something

"Okay, back to my first question. Who are you? You neglected to answer me that before." He waited for a few seconds, still contemplating if he hadn't gone insane after all. Talking to a voice in your head was no commonly recognized as being an act of sanity. Unless you were Mouto Yugi or Bakura Ryou. But when had those two ever been sane? Again there was that annoying chuckle in the back of his mind. He growled at the infuriating voice. "Will you stop laughing?" Silence.

'Of course, young one. I will cease at once at you command. But I do believe you wanted me to introduce my self, yes? I am Seth, Hem-Netjer m Sutehe.'

"Hem-Ne- what? What does it mean?" Seto asked.

'You do not understand the language of the Gods? What kind of priest are you?' The voice now by the name of Seth snorted. 'Hem-Netjer m Sutehe means Servant of the God Sutehe or Seth as some call him, the Lord of Desjeret, The Red Land and desert surrounding Kemet, the Black Land, by the Nile River.'

Seto growled. "I am not a priest nor do I know 'the language of the Gods'."

'Oh Ra, I am having a conversation with an uneducated commoner, Ra have mercy on my sanity.' Seth continued to ramble on in a string of what seemed like prayers to different deities.

The only thing Seto had on his mind was a sentence he would often tend to repeat in the future. 'Why me?'

Seto wandered down the hallway of Domino High School, his usual scowl was set firmly in place, and his glare was sustaining anyone from approaching him. In his hand was a large paper cup filled with steaming hot coffee of which he occasionally took a sip, just enough to keep him going. He minimized a yawn to a bare breath of air and blinked rapidly to keep his eyes open. He was tired enough to just sit down on his assigned seat and fall asleep right there. He cursed inwardly several times. Most them contained a name that sounded like Seth.

He hastily opened the door to the class room, strode in, took another sip of his coffee and found his seat. He didn't notice his friends waving good morning to him and he didn't notice their confused stares at his unresponsive actions. He sat down and drowned the last liquid in the cup down his throat. Seto stared out in front of him inattentive of everything surrounding him. He cursed inwardly again.

Seto sighed, he hadn't got much sleep last night or the nights before it, since his newly acclaimed yami had been pestering him about everything they had had come in contact with. Seth had asked, what seemed to Seto like millions, questions about everything and everyone. Each member of his staff had been taken under Seth's scrutiny and curiosity. Though Mokuba had found it hilarious. Seto snorted, of course his little brother would find something like this, funny.

Kaiba Seto, the man who did not believe in reincarnations or magic, had been blessed or would that be cursed with a yami, his past incarnation.

Seto had been severely tempted several times last night to whack his little brother over the head with the first and the best object he could get his hands on. Then he remembered that he was supposed to be the mature one and he settled for merely snorting in a huffed manner.

He growled lowly at anyone, who dared come to close. That is until he was met with warm honey-brown eyes peering at him from underneath long golden bangs and bright smile. Jou. Seto couldn't help but return the smile. It wasn't just because Jou was here now, but also because that damned yami of his was 'sleeping' at the moment. Finally he had some peace and quiet in his mind, some time to think or better yet, some time to kiss Jou without an uninvited spectator from within.

He grabbed the blonde by his chin and quickly brought their faces close enough together for good morning kiss. This was much better way to start the day. He quickly checked; no annoying voice in his head, perfect. He gave Jou another kiss, when suddenly the thing he had dreaded since the night before was realized. Seth had awoken.

'Mnn...what is happening? Oh, mmm...nice, please do continue. I have not experienced a kiss like this since...' Suddenly Seth looked out through Seto's eyes and became silent, though not for long. A soft and wistful whisper replaced the somewhat loud and confident voice from before. 'Dear Ra, it cannot be. Please give me the knowledge that this is not a dream. My 'Nebu Neferu'. It cannot be. He is gone.'

Seto groaned and asked his dark through their link. 'What are you talking about, Seth?'

'My 'Golden Beauty. My Jou.' Seth kept whispering prayers and words of gratitude to the gods he knew. Some of the words were uttered so silently that Seto almost didn't hear them, but he most certainly did hear the sentence 'My Jou'.

'WHAT?!'

'My light, was is wrong?' Seth asked, he had recently taken a liking to referring to Seto as a proper yami would do, namely as his light or his hikari.

'What do you mean by 'YOUR JOU'?' Seto growled angrily.

'Jou, my Golden Beauty...'

'You've already said that.' Seto interjected, he was not in a patient mood at the moment, he wanted to know what Seth knew about his boyfriend, his, not Seth's.

'Yes...I did, didn't I? Jou, my slave, my companion, my love.'

'YOUR SLAVE?'

"-re you okay?" Seto jerked his head up to find his boyfriend and his friends looking at him with worried faces.

"W-what?" He asked.

Jou sighed. "Seto, are you okay? You seemed a little spaced out before. You're not sick?" He placed his hand on Seto's forehead to check his temperature. "You don't seem to be hot, are you feeling alright?"

Seto gently took Jou's hand in his own and brought it away from his temple, he gave it a small pat of the back of the hand to reassure the hand's owner. "I'm fine, Jou. Just a little tired that's all."

Jou looked at him with a distrusting expression, not convinced by Seto's words, but he let it be at that. He placed a small kiss on the brunette's cheek, before he turned around to sit down in his seat. Just as the teacher entered the class room, Seto shot a mental glare at his dark and hissed.

'I'll deal with you later, this is far from over...Your Jou, my ass.' He was rewarded with yet an annoying chuckle from a part of his mind.

Jou had been casting glances at his boyfriend all day to try and determine if anything was wrong with the other male. He sighed for the umpteenth time and looked away yet again. He was confused. But it was hard not to be, when you were dating the CEO of Kaiba Corporation, a man who was known for not letting any emotion, other than irritation and anger, slip through his facial guards. Though Seto smiled and laughed in his presence, he was just as cold as always, when they were apart. It annoyed Jou to no end.

He glanced at the clock hanging by the door to the class room, sometimes he wished he was still in the past. Then he wouldn't have to endure this torture called school. But then again he might be dead by now, seeing as he had broken out of prison with Seth and had had a flock of soldiers hot on his trail. Now that he thought about it, he would rather be here and more importantly alive. Though he didn't know for how long, if that damned teacher just kept droning on and on and on, in what had to be the most boring tone of voice ever to be heard on the face of the planet. He sighed and suddenly had the strange urge to bang his head against the desk in front of him. He resisted.

Instead he looked over to where Yugi was sitting, bored just as much out of his mind as Jounouchi. Wait, Yugi's eyes were glazed over, that little cheater, he was talking to his yami. At that moment Jou wanted a yami as well, then he would have someone to talk to, but a second later he voted against it. What if he ended up with some crazy homicidal maniac like Yami Bakura or worse, like Marik's darkness? He shuddered at the thought, no, he preferred his one room mind. There would be no additional soul rooms inside his head, thank you very much!

Suddenly something landed on his desk.

Jou looked apprehensively at the small ball of white paper, then he gingerly took it within his hands and opened it.

Hey Dog Breath.

Mall after school?

The others are coming.

Bring your boy toy?

RO

Jou glared at the offending prerogative, damn that Dice Freak! How long had they been friends now? He was dating Honda, his best friend, and still he couldn't call Jou something other than dog comments. Jou swore Otogi had taken over where Seto had left off. At least his boyfriend knew not to call him such names anymore, he would not be in Jou's good grace if he did. But the mall thing did sound good. He quickly got a hold of a piece of paper to write his answer.

Dice Freak! (Ha! Take that!)

Sure

KJ (Not a Dog, GOT IT?)

P.s. Seto is not a boy toy, but he is MINE.

So get your MIND out of the gutter.

He scrunched up the paper, looked fleetingly at the teacher to make sure she wasn't looking and then he hastily threw the wad at Otogi. The other read his answer and turned his head towards Jou, a wide devious grin was apparent on his face, and nodded. Jou growled lowly and swished his head back to stare at Mrs. Karasu in boredom.

Yugi looked worryingly from one person to the other. I didn't look like Seto was too fond of this arrangement. His face was stone cold and his eyes promised murder to whoever decided to go against him. Yugi sighed and rested his head in the palm of his hands, his elbows being on the small round table in front of him. He saw how Seto was ready to snap someone's neck at this very moment, how Jou was trying to calm him down and how Otogi was smirking with all the cockiness he possessed. Yugi came to the conclusion that Otogi was either very brave or incredible foolish, since he was the one Seto was angry with.

He glanced over at Ryou who was calmly eating his ice-cream and ignoring the show, Anzu was keeping him company as were Honda. It seemed that the three of them had unanimously decided not to get involved. And Marik? Well, he was of somewhere looking at costumes for the Halloween dance. Actually this was the reason why Seto was angry in the first place. Otogi had mentioned something about a specific costume for the brunette that said teen did not like. Apparently, which wasn't surprising at all, Seto found this entire dress-up entourage ridicules. Quelle surprise. Though Yugi had hoped Seto would warm up to the idea now that he was dating Jou, who by all means loved Halloween.

The blonde had already picked out what he wanted to wear to the dance, actually it was at the same time it was announced that there would be a dance. Now all Jou needed to perfect the arrangements for his all time favourite day, after his birthday and Christmas of course, was to convince Seto to come along, preferably in a costume like the others. But no. Seto had flat out refused anyone trying to suggest but the slightest hint of him getting dressed up.

Otogi had quickly caught on what restrained Seto from joining them. For the majority of his teenage years he had been looked upon as an adult and he had behaved as one just as well. He had worked hard to gain his reputation and the respect he needed to run a corporation as large the Kaiba Corp. Seto had moulded himself into the form of an adult and viewed himself as one. Even though he was beginning to behave more like a normal teenager, he had been a grown up for far too long to let it go properly. To him it would embarrassing to dress up like the kids did and fool around on Halloween or on any other holiday for that matter. Acting as an adult was just a too integrated part of him for him to let go of.

But this just meant that Otogi could tease Kaiba Seto even more. And he was taking the full advantage of it, every chance he got. Yugi sighed heavily in despair, even though they were all friends, he had come to know that old rivalries die hard.

Suddenly Marik strolled over to them with several large shopping bags in his arms. He smiled winningly, deposited his bags and sat down on the nearest chair available.

Marik stretched his arms above his head languidly and gave a content little sigh, before he quickly got a hold of a passing waiter. After giving the young waiter his order, he grinned at his fellow shoppers.

"Ah, I have found the perfect outfit for the dance." Marik said with an air of importance to his voice. "And some for you as well." This caused everyone in their little group to stop whatever they were doing and instead look at Marik with fear in the eyes.

"You're not serious, are you?" Honda whispered, fearing for the outcome of this conversation.

"Of course I am, I mean all you have done so far is to sit on your arse. Besides the costumes I picked out are really great. You'll love them. I promise." Marik answered confidently.

"But-" Anzu began, though before she could get any further she was interrupted by Yugi or rather at this point it would Yami, who interrupted.

"Just show them to us, Marik. I trust we will be able to deliver them back, if we do not like them?" He raised an eyebrow in question.

"Of course, I have the receipts just in case, but I know we won't need them. Trust me."

"All right." They all more or less grudgingly agreed. Marik grinned once again and began rummaging through the several bas he had hauled around with him. The first costume he got out was a pair of large, but foldable, white wings. He handed them, together with a peplos and sandals, to Anzu.

She looked very relieved. "An angel."

"Nike, actually." Marik corrected. "I thought we could all be a character from various books, myths and legends. Nike is the goddess of victory in the Greek Mythology. I thought it would look good on you."

"Thank you." She smiled.

"Okay. This is for Ryou." And he held out a large mass of black fabric, it looked as if it had been torn and ripped several places to make it seem old. "You are going to be a Dementor."

"What?" Ryou was startled, had Marik accidentally talked with his yami? His fears were proven right as Marik elaborated.

"Well, your yami has been talking non-stop about how much he likes those 'soul-sucking fiends' as he called them."

"Alright then?" Ryou hesitantly stated and took his costume from Marik. The Egyptian quickly busied himself with providing the others with their costumes, though he had been sensible enough not to purchase one for the CEO of Kaiba Corp. or Jou for that matter. The blonde had been raving about how, he could finally use the perfect costume, and he already had waiting at home, for the dance.

Jou's face shone with mischief and anticipation. "This is going to be great." He grinned.

A/N: Peplos: An ancient Greek women's dress. Look at the statues of any of the classic females.