Title: Dream or Reality?

Summary: After Battle City Isis gives Seto the Millennium Rod, not knowing that a small part of Marik was sealed in there. Seto accepts it and goes home. That night he has a strange dream…the question here is, is this really a dream or something more?…

Disclaimer: -waves around contract- w00t! I own YGO! -does a little dance- -is bonked on head by muse and dragged off…- Nameless muse: I'm sorry about Kuro she's just had too much coffee and went a little crazy

Warning: There is RAPE in this story and OOCNESS…Kaiba is not as aloof in this but who can be after being raped although he's taking this a lot better than most.

Speech

"Hnnn" – Spoken

'Tch' – thoughts

/Mind-talking/

Last chapter:

Seth moved to sit up but stilled as Kaiba tightened his grip, unwilling to let go, he looked up and glared slightly his tousled hair making the glare lose its effect and look like a pout.

"Stay," was heard, clearly a demand, Seth mock-scowled, but sighed in defeat and laid still as his Hikari drifted off to sleep, soon followed by himself.

This chapter:

Seto awoke, slightly startled to feel warmth radiating from next to him. He sat up and looked over, only to relax as his memories from last night came back, and he realized just who was lying beside him.

'He…saved me. He must have carried me to the bed after I fainted.' Seto gave a soft smile as he ran a hand down Seth's sleeping face. He sat there awhile, silently admiring his savior, before going to get dressed as he realized Seth was beginning to wake up.

"Nn…Seto? What are you doing? It's early." Seth asked sleepily as he stretched and moved to get out of bed.

"I have school today. You know the place right? Where one goes to learn…supposedly. Get up, I'll make you breakfast and introduce you to Mokuba." Seto smirked, Seth was going to be in for it.

"Mokuba? Who's that?"

"My little brother." Seto stood impatiently by the door, waiting for his counterpart to finish dressing.

"I see." Seth muttered in annoyance as he finished dressing, "I see not the point in half of these clothes. They are so…constricting. What happened to wearing wraps?" Seto chuckled, "A wrap? You mean those skirts that they wore? No thanks, I would rather people who'd mistake you for me not to think I've suddenly became a cross dresser."

"…I take insult to that. Beside I'm sure you would look good in one of those." Seth gave Seto a look and smirked in triumph at the flush that stole across his face.

"And have a breeze where none was meant to be? I think I'll decline." Seto turned away and strode off to the kitchen, pointedly not looking back to see if Seth was following.

ΞΕΩΥ

Mokuba took the appearance of a Seto lookalike quite well, after it was explained to him about being Seto's dark. Then again Mokuba always was more open-minded about magic and the like. Breakfast passed with no problems and they set off for school.

Seto turned to Seth as soon as Mokuba got out of the limo, "There is no way people will accept a random exchange student in the middle of the year, even if I could hack you in. Can you go back into the Rod, and appear if I call you out?"

"That is no problem. I can still protect you from inside the Rod, so don't worry about the Pharaoh." Seth said reassuringly, pulling an uncomplaining Seto into an embrace. Seto melted into him, accepting his touch, after all if he couldn't trust his other half, who could he trust? They stayed that way until they reached the school, where Seto reluctantly pulled away and got out, as Seth disappeared into the Rod.

Seto walked into class, unwilling to show weakness, his dark was here, nothing would happen. He sat down, ignoring the Yugi gang's feeble attempts at friendship, he pulled out a book and began to read, waiting for class to begin. He became so absorbed in his book he failed to notice Yami approaching him until his shadow fell over Seto.

"Hello Kaiba. Did you miss me?" Yami whispered evilly, for Seto's ears alone. He smirked maliciously as he took note of Seto's tense shoulders and paling face, "Where's your Seth now? Can't come out, can he? I may not be able to give you a personal visit, but I'm still here, and there's nothing Seth can do about that." Yami let out a low chuckle and with a final mocking caress, went to his seat.

/Ignore him; he doesn't know I've already come out once. Let him think I'm too weak, then when he lets his guard down…/ Seth trailed off, letting the silence speak for itself.

/I—I don't know if I can do it. If something goes wrong…I don't think I can stand it Seth. Promise me you'll come out. I don't care if millions of people are watching, come out no matter what./ Seto clenched his trembling hands tightly, knuckles going white. He stared vacantly ahead of him, the teacher droning going through him.

/I promise Seto. I won't let him do that ever again. I swear it./ Seth's low voice flowed through him, calming him. Slowly Seto breathed out, and focused back on the lesson.

By the window, a pair of red eyes noticed Seto's internal debate, though no one else seemed to. Yami stared calculatingly at Seto, his mind seething with plans.

ΞΕΩΥ

Hearing the lunch bell ring, Seto headed to his normal seat on the roof. He settled down and pulled out his bento, preparing to eat. He'd just taken his first bites, when he heard a clatter behind him, and everything went dark.

Seto came to with a groan, and struggling to sit up, he was overcome with fear as he realized his hands were bound together.

"Lovely. You look beautiful Seto. I'm sure you'll look even better covered in my marks." Seto let out a yelp of fear as he realized just who had gotten to him. He scrambled back, looking around wildly for the Rod, noticing he was still on the school's roof. Pretending not to have seen it, he looked back up at Yami and glared tremulously, "Bastard. You won't get away with this."

"Such passion. See, this is why you fascinate me. A normal person would have broken by now but not you. You still defy me, even though it's useless." With this Yami began to advance on Seto, who continued to move closer to the Rod. Taking a chance he threw himself at it, managing to touch it and scream out, /Seth!/ before he was pulled away towards the Pharaoh. He continued to struggle, kicking at every opening he found, even as he was stripped.

Yami growled in frustration, and slapped the struggling man underneath him, "Stay still or else." Seto looked at him dazedly, shocked by the hit. He lay limply under the man, and was about to give up hope, when he saw Seth appear behind Yami. He watched as Seth pulled the sheath off the Millennium Rod silently and held it under Yami's neck, who stilled abruptly at the feel of cold metal near his vitals.

"Hello Pharaoh, having a little fun?" Seth growled lowly, his voice full of menace as he pressed the knife closer, a thin line of blood appearing on the Pharaoh's neck. "Didn't I tell you to leave my Light alone?" Seth roughly pulled Yami off Seto, allowing him room to scoot away from his attacker.

"I-I understand Priest, now put the knife down. Let's talk about this like rational adults yes?" Yami's voice was smooth and placating, but for the slight undertone of nervousness present in his voice and in his eyes.

"I don't think so. Let's ask Seto, shall we?" Seth looked at Seto questioningly, waiting for his answer, "What do you want to do with him?"

Seto looked at him, seeming all the more fragile for the pained expression on his face and the awkward twist of bound hands. "I…don't care. Just make him go away, p-please!" He looked away, angry at himself for his weakness.

Seth nodded, "You heard him, Yami. You are done." Yami whimpered in fear thinking he was about to be killed, "But I'm not going to kill you. I don't want your death on my or Seto's conscience, instead, I banish you to the shadow realm forever."

Yami gasped as he realized what this meant, he was to be sent back to that place again, but before he could fight back, he was gone. His mind trapped in the shadow realm with no way of escape, his body left behind to rot away in a vegetable state.

Seth dropped the body where he stood and sheathed the Rod. He turned to Seto, who was staring at him in relief, "He's…gone?" Seth nodded and gathered Seto to him, "Yes, he's gone. For good." He ran a hand softly through brunette locks, and gave Seto a chaste kiss on the lips. Seto looked up at him startled, a hand coming up to touch where Seth kissed. "I can't. Not yet. Will you wait?"

Seth chuckled in amusement, "Of course I can. I'm your other half, where would I stay if not by your side?" Seto blushed at his sappy words, and thought that maybe things would be alright as long as Seth was there.

End