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
03. My Yami Did Something Again, Didn't He?
Jou laughed, clutching his stomach, as his boyfriend chased after the blonde haired Egyptian. It was not a common sight, especially if you added the fact that Marik was dressed in long white-greyish robes and had a sickle in his hand that he was waving about frantically. Right behind him, Seto was raving off every curse word he knew, while trying to gain ground on Marik, who was trying not to stumble over the hem of his druid robes. Though this was the Halloween dance Seto was not in what you call a normal costume. Most of the student body was dressed in extravagant outfits, depicting anything from a hideous yellow flower to a lavishly decorated roman emperor, an emperor who in fact was Mouto Yugi.
Seto however was dressed impeccably in his skin-tight black leather trousers, a navy-blue wife beater and his long, flowing white trench coat. His chocolate brown hair was in the same style as always-gelled back to perfection. He had said that he was dressed as a cool businessman, simple as that. It was perfect for him, Jou mused, though there was one thing that stood out on his attire. This was also the reason why Seto was chasing Marik at the time. Right there on his fine navy cashmere shirt was a huge stain of the spiked punch from the buffet table. Jou could understand why his boyfriend was so mad, after all Jou, himself had given Seto the shirt as an extra birthday present.
Finally one of the chaperones for the dance managed to save the hunted Marik and give a mighty glare at Seto, whom however was unfazed by the glare and simply tried to get a hold of Marik again. The female chaperone scolded Seto in an attempt to intimidate him.
'As if that would work.' Jou thought sarcastically. He was right, the brunette just snorted and headed towards him instead. Seto growled annoyed as he stopped beside the blonde.
"Having fun?" Jou grinned, while patting his boyfriend's shoulder in mock sympathy.
"Shut up!" Seto shot back in a playful voice. "I said it wouldn't be a great idea to come here." He continued, putting a hand to his head as Seth began raving of again, about how Seto was such a stick in the mud. Ever since Seth had made his entrance into Kaiba Seto's mind, he had wanted to explore everything and take part of anything Seto did. Seth had sounded sincere, when he had said that he wanted to know about his reincarnation's life. Though Seto strongly suspected that he had an ulterior motive, namely to spend time with Jou.
Even though Seth was very adamant in trying to get some time alone with the blonde, Seto always managed to push him into his soul room. There was no way Seto was allowing Seth to try and steal away his boyfriend. He was also somewhat angry with Jou, because he had consciously left out the fact that he and Seth had been lovers. Scratch that, he was furious. Jou was his, not Seth's or anyone's for that matter.
Seto quickly leaned in and kissed Jou, just to prove his point to Seth, who had begun to disagree. The spirit began growling in the back of his head, but Seto just mustered all of his power and locked the door to Seth's soul room. He smirked into the kiss and deepened it further to both his own and Jou's, who was oblivious of Seto's internal struggle with his dark, delight.
Seth at this point had begun pounding his fist against his soul room door. This meant war. Damn his hikari, if he were going to lose Jou to his reincarnation, his copy, he would not go out without a fight. He stopped hitting the door and sat down in a chair to contemplate his options. He looked around at his rather cosy soul room; well, it was an exact copy of his quarters in the royal palace. A comfortable cline, a couple of chairs, the main table and various other items and trinkets he had possessed in his life. However, one thing had been added to this version of his chambers. A library. If he went to the far back of the room, he would find shelves upon shelves filled, stocked piled with papyri scrolls.
He took an apple from the basket on the table beside him and bit into it, while trying to think out a plan. How was he going to get Jou back? When the blonde did not even know that he was among the living again, figuratively speaking. Seto had kept a tight lid on the fact that he had appeared. Not even the Pharaoh or that thief had noticed anything. Though he had seen the two of them out and about several times, the times he had been allowed to take control, he could easily count on one hand. Was his hikari ashamed of him? No, it couldn't be, he was a good yami.
He was more relaxed than he had been, when he was still alive. He blamed it on the time he spent in the Shadow Realm. He had seen the worst a world had to offer and he had spent a very elongated vacation there for about 5000 years. He had hated every second of it. He wanted to live freely. So what if he behaved a little childish for someone his age, he wanted to have fun for once in his life or death or whatever. Besides, if he was to be his light's darkness, he was supposed to be the direct opposite of what Seto was. In addition, his light was such a bore and so serious that Seth could not act otherwise than childish. Why shouldn't he? It certainly pissed of his hikari, and that made it so much more fun.
Nevertheless, perhaps he should come up with another form of approach, if he wanted to be on good terms with his light. Maybe if he somewhat behaved, his control freak of a light would let him be in control of their shared body sometimes. Then he could talk with Jou. Yes, he would try that, it would work, he was certain of it.
Meanwhile Jou had dragged Seto out to the dance floor to join their friends. Honda in the disguise of Sherlock Holmes had slung an arm around the knightly dressed Otogi in a slow dance, their lips locked tightly together. The emperor Yugi had asked goddess Anzu to the floor as well in a friendly dance. In addition, the druid Marik as well as the dementor Ryou had settled for each other, though they were dancing at a more rapid pace. Ryou was desperately trying to keep his yami inside his soul room, for some reason the dark spirit was in an extremely volatile mood tonight. Ryou never thought to think of it as jealousy towards Marik. The blonde Egyptian could touch the albino haired teen, while the thief could not.
Yugi looked over at the two blondes in worry, he had noticed Ryou's struggles throughout the evening. Why was Bakura making it so difficult for his light to be in control of his body tonight?
'Because the Tomb Robber is jealous, Aibou.' Yami answer his question.
'Jealous?'
'Yes, Bakura is in love with his light.'
'And you know this how...?' Yugi was intrigued. Was it possible for the dark spirit Bakura to fall in love. Well, he had behaved better this last year, he was sweeter to his light and Ryou hadn't sported any bruises for several months now. Could it be true?
'He told me.' Yami stated.
'Oh.'
'What concerns me more is the way Kaiba has been behaving recently.'
'What do you mean?' Yugi glanced warily over at the tall brunette in question.
'He is acting odd. I cannot put my finger onto it, but I know something is going on.' Yami contemplated. Yugi cast another glance at his best friend and his best friend's lover. 'Aibou, Anzu is talking to you.'
'What? I better get back then.' Yugi smiled sheepishly as he returned from his trancelike state after conversing with his yami. Anzu was looking questioningly at him with a raised eyebrow.
"So, what are you two up to?" She asked.
"Up to? Nothing!" Yugi squeaked, knowing that he had been caught not paying attention to her, his date.
"Is that so, then you wouldn't mind telling me what it was." She grinned as the shorter male spun her around and caught her again as she came back.
"We were just talking, Anzu."
"I'm not accusing you of anything, I was just curious." She smiled sweetly and placed a kiss on his cheek as the dance ended. He led her over to one of the tables and they sat down, both minding their costumes.
"Just talking about the two Bakuras."
"Oh, about Bakura's possessiveness over Ryou then?" She placed her chin in the palm of her hand as she rested her elbow on the table.
"You knew about that?" Yugi looked surprised. He had been sure none of the others had noticed it.
"I have eyes you know. Every time Bakura is in control, he is rather possessive of Ryou. Especially when Marik is around as well. Seems that the three of them have something going on." She winked at him in a teasing manner.
"Bakura is in love with Ryou." Yugi told her.
"Oh, really? Well that explains certain things. Such as why Bakura is trying to rip out Marik's throat right now, because Marik kissed Ryou on the cheek." She pointed nervously at the teens on the dance floor and sure enough, Bakura had finally wrestled the control away from his light and was now trying to pounce on the Egyptian with a deadly looking dagger in his right hand.
"What I want to know." Anzu said. "Is where he got that knife from. I'm quite sure Ryou would never let him bring that here."
"We better get over there and break them up." Yami took possession of Yugi's body and marched over to the fighting duo. He was joined by Jou, Seto and Honda. The four of them each got a hold of one of the blondes' arms and the pulled back to restrain the enraged teens. Bakura snarled and tried to lunge at Marik again, though in vain. Marik growled back and struggled to get out of his captors' grip.
Anzu quickly stepped in between the two, together with Otogi, and glared menacingly at them. "You should be ashamed of yourself. The both of you. Bakura, you could have seriously hurt someone with that knife. And Marik, you shouldn't had let it get so far." She ground out through her teeth in anger.
"If he would just keep his hands and lips and any other body part to himself, this wouldn't happen. He is not to touch my light. Got that Tomb Keeper?" Bakura spat at the other blonde.
"Whatever, Tomb Robber." Marik returned, nonchalantly.
Yami, who together with Honda had a firm grip on the albino, whispered into Bakura's ear. "What about keeping your emotions a secret from your light?"
"Don't worry about that Pharaoh. I sealed his soul room off. He can't hear a thing." The thief hissed back. "Now, let me go." He turned to Anzu and Otogi, who were standing in the centre of the group.
"Only if you promise let Ryou in control for the rest of the night, no exceptions." Anzu demanded.
"Fine." And then Ryou was present again, blinking rather confusedly and wondering why he was being held back by Honda and Yami. The two teens quickly let go and smiled apologetic at him.
"My yami did something again, didn't he?" Ryou asked hesitantly.
"Yes." Yami said. "Quite so."
"Do I want to know what?"
"No."
"Okay." Ryou sighed.
Marik was slowly cooling down as well, so Jou and Seto let him go. He smiled sheepishly and excused himself to the men's room. As he vanished from the dance floor, the others retreated to their reserved tables, while apologising profusely to the on looking audience around them.
The rest of the night passed rather quietly, though Seto had to threaten a couple of students to stay away from Jou. It proved hard though, females and some males alike positively drooled at the sight of the blonde. Seto could understand it, he had a hard time controlling himself to not pounce on his boyfriend. Nevertheless, it did not mean that he was happy about the attention Jou got from their peers. Why had Jou insisted on wearing that costume?
He was dressed in a white kilt lined in gold and a sleeveless white tunic; golden bands encased his biceps, as were his wrists, though the wristlets were bedecked in emeralds and jade stones. A small amulet of turquoise hung from his neck and a pair of gold threaded sandals were wrapped around his feet. His eyes had been lined in kohl and two golden earring winked from his earlobes. All in all Jou was a sight for the gods.
And he was Seto's.
Though Seto hated to repeat himself, he would gladly state this particular fact repeatedly to anyone, who did not catch on the first time.
Jounouchi Katsuya was Kaiba Seto's boyfriend, not the senile spirit's living in his mind, not any of their peers', his.
'No.'
'But My Light-'
'I said NO.'
'Why not?'
'Because I don't want to.'
'But it is going to be fun.'
'No.'
'Hiii-kaa-riiii. Please?'
'No.'
'But-'
'No.'
'Can you not say anything but 'no'.'
'Yes.' Seto smirked, just to irk his dark. He continued typing on his laptop, his fingers were flying across the keyboard as the program evolved from nothing. His latest idea for a game was unfolding before his eyes. It was great or so he hoped.
Seth, however was enjoying himself, he was bored. Here he was locked up with one of the most boring people he had ever met and this was his light he was talking about. He had been locked up for 5000 years and he was sick of it. He wanted to go outside, the sun was shining for crying out loud. But most of all he wanted to spend time with Jou, even if it were only a couple of minutes.
He growled, but was not rewarded with a response from Seto.
'Please My Light, just for a little while.' Ra, how he hated begging, he was a member of the royal family and now he had to beg his own reincarnation to be allowed to go outside.
Seto sighed frustrated. 'If we go out, will you stop nagging?'
'YES!'
'Fine, I can't get any work done with you bitching all the time.' Seto rose from his chair and headed for the door to exit his office and grabbed his coat on the way
'BITCHING? I am not bitching, you insolent little miscreant.' Seth yelled infuriated.
'Careful now, my Dark. I could easily just turn around and go back to work. You should watch what you are saying.' Seto smirked and halted his steps to prove his point.
'Fine, fine, I will behave, just do not go back in there. Please?' Seth pleaded.
'Very well.' He stepped into the elevator and pressed the first floor button. When he passed the secretary at the entrance to the office building, she looked rather surprised and troubled at the sight of Kaiba Seto passing by, when he usually was one of the last to leave the office in the night. He ignored her however and continued out the front doors of Kaiba Corporation. He ventured out into the open and headed for the park to appease Seth. What he hadn't counted on was to meet the Yugi-tachi, not that he was annoyed by it. How could he be, when his boyfriend was among them?
Jou's face lit up into a smile as he recognized Seto walking towards them. He waved for him to join them. In the back of Seto's mind, Seth had begun jumping up and down urging him to get there faster. Seto just responded by trying to lock the door to the High Priest's soul room. The spirit grumbled as he felt his light's intentions and resisted Seto's actions with all his willpower.
No such luck.
Seto slammed the soul room door right in the Priest's face, leaving the now sulking redhead behind as Seto himself joined Jou and his friends.
Yami observed the brunette through his light's eyes as Yugi and his friends discussed everything from how their day went, to the newest gossip to various duels. There was something wrong. Kaiba was behaving oddly and he had done so for the last couple of weeks. In fact ever since the thunderstorm in October. Very odd.
He was almost tempted to believe that the young president of the Kaiba Corporation was slowly caving in under the pressure, it had to take to run such a large company. But Kaiba had handled far worse things in his past. Now if he had had a Sennen Item, Yami would know what was wrong, but Kaiba didn't have...a...wait a minute! Kaiba did have an Item, the Rod, Marik had given the Rod to him on his birthday.
Why hadn't he remembered that before? Had the spirit trapped inside the Rod appeared? But if so, why hadn't the spirit appeared while Marik still held possession over it? Because Marik wasn't the Rod's true owner? It was possible and it would mean that Marik hadn't been able to open the door to the soul room of the spirit that possessed the Sennen Rod.
Yami blanched as a thought struck him like lightning from a clear sky. He couldn't be back, could he? It would explain a lot of the CEO's behaviour, for example; spacing out at odd intervals, his eyes glazing over, his rather rampant mood swings, the tone of voice. Even though all these events were rare and far between, Yami had noticed them, though he was sure no one else had. He had mentioned his concerns for Kaiba to his light, but had not delved any further into explanations about it. Perhaps he should seek collaboration in the form of another.
He looked over to the hikari of the idiotic Tomb Robber and found him staring inconspicuously at Kaiba. No, it wasn't Ryou, Bakura had taken charge of their joint body for the moment. Yami would have to talk with the albino later. It looked as if he too had noticed Kaiba's strange actions. Maybe the other spirit wasn't so stupid after all.
Yami immediately berated himself for allowing such thoughts about Bakura to come to mind, next he would probably come to think that the white haired male was a nice guy after all. Urgh. Like that would ever happen. Bakura was tolerable enough, when they were scheming on how to humiliate Kaiba in the best possible way or how to save the world, but he just wasn't friend material.
He caught Yami Bakura's gaze at one point and smirked at the glaring Tomb Robber. Then he took over control of his light's body, locked his other half up inside his soul room and jerked his head in a direction pointing away from the assembled group, signalling that he wanted to talk. The other spirit quirked an eyebrow in question, but nodded his agreement seconds later.
They both excused themselves and walked off, fully aware of the fact that the others were staring unbelievingly at their backs. When they were far enough away from the others to be out of hearing distance, Yami Bakura rounded up on the Pharaoh and sneered.
"So what is it you want to talk about, baka Pharaoh?"
Yami smirked, calm as ever and unperturbed by the thief's insult. "I see that you have been observing Kaiba, just a I have."
"Yeah, so?"
"Have you noticed anything out of place about him lately?"
Yami Bakura sent Yami a smug smirk and the smaller spirit idly wondered if the other male could possibly have another expression than angry and smug.
"Of course I've noticed, I have eyes you know or rather, my hikari has eyes. He's acting odd, one could possibly think that he was hiding something. Hmm, perhaps a spirit?" He said musingly.
"Perhaps." Yami agreed. "This calls for investigation."
"You mean that I get to spy on him, right? Because he has some nice stuff in that manor of his." He contemplated.
"You will spy, but not steal. It is not ethical. He is our friend now."
"Yeah, sure, whatever. So if we don't steal from friends, what does this make us?" Yami Bakura asked, while holding up a card from Yugi's deck. Yami snarled and snatched the piece of cardboard from the thief's hand.
"The Dark Magician? How did you...No, wait I do not even want to know. But do not steal from my Aibou again, got it?"
Yami Bakura smirked yet again and added innocently.
"So that would be a no on the friends part, right? Thank Ra!"
A/N: Alrighty then. Any comments?
