Title: Bottom Of A Bottle

By: KuroSakura-chan/KuroSakura

Category: Yu-Gi-Oh

Genre: Drama,

Summary: Seto Kaiba has always been a loner at school. Now in his senior year, his adoptive father has transferred him to a public school after his last fight with a faculty member. Here, he's found another loner, one who intrigues him. But what will he do about the moral issues the other does not share?

Couples: Marik/Ryou, Malik/Otogi,

Warnings: Yaoi, First Person, Drug Use,

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.

/abnfo/-Link speak. Like, Bakura to Ryou, Marik to Malik, etc.

-Bakura-

"So, do you walk or get a ride? I mean, you're rich, so I figure you would get a ride-"

"Yes, I get a ride." Seto snaps, cutting off my rambling. He motions to a rather short limo-car sitting a bit down the block. There's a gaggle of people gaping at it, so even short limo-cars must be rare in Domino. I don't pay much attention, so I wouldn't know. "You can give your address to my driver-"

"Nah." I cut him off this time. "I wanna see where you live. Plus, if you're new to town, you'll have a hard time finding the place." I grin cheekily at him, eliciting a scowl, but he just leads me to the car. The driver, who was leaning on the side of the car, jumps to attention, opening the door as we approach.

"Mister Kaiba, I hope you had a pleasant day at school." He says politely, bowing as Seto and I slip into the back of the car. Sweet. I have never been in a car other than to fuck, and I expected the driver to question my presence. But all he does is incline his head and close the door after me. He then gets in the front, and in no time, we're off.

Except I've never been in a moving car before. A bus, yes. Boat, plane, of course. But a car...this is new, and it's small and nerve-wracking. I clench my fists around the seat, trying to keep my impending panic attack at bay. There are so many new things in this time, and I don't know how to handle them all. Seto notices, and looks over at me, frowning.

"What's wrong with you?" He demands.

I force a wink. "Trying to keep from jumping you. I've never been in a car for anything other than fucking before." It's only a partial lie. I can't lie outright when I'm on the verge of panicking. Besides, thinking about something I enjoy won't hurt. It might help me calm down, actually.

"Never been in a car other than for fucking? How could you have managed that?" He seems genuinely confused by this, and I allow myself to smirk. This is working to help me relax...It'd probably be better if I just jumped him, but that would probably ruin the little party Ryou's planning, and I am not going to be the one who ruins that.

"Cars weren't all that common where I'm from." I answer. He simply stares at me, waiting for more information. "Egypt, originally. Then England."

"Really? Then care to explain why you don't have an English accent?" Seto challenges. "It's strange, because your brother does."

"Wasn't raised with him. Spent most of my life in Egypt, and only a little bit in England before coming here." I respond, smirking when he can't seem to find anything wrong with that. I'm just coming up with stuff now, because I'm out of honest things to tell him. I mean, everything I just told him is technically true...He doesn't need to know that I wasn't corporeal for my time in England. Or that my time in Egypt was thousands of years ago. Most people tend to not believe me about it, either. Unless they actually know me...Then they believe it. Malik, Marik, Otogi, and Ryou believe, of course. Then again, Ryou's my other half, and the other three have been around since Ryou was still my host. As long as he wasn't too familiar with people from Egypt these days, my cover won't be blown.

He looks like he wants to ask why we weren't raised together, but thankfully, he doesn't. I don't know what kind of bullshit people come up with for separating they're children these days, other than divorce, and Ryou's parents weren't divorced. The best I could probably come up with is that I was stolen at birth or something. I dunno. I'll work it out with Ryou later, because I'm sure this will come up again.

The car slows down and pulls to a stop. I glance out the window, my grip on the seat relaxing as we stop. We're at the middle school, though, so I'm confused until I remember that Seto has a little brother. So, the kid is in middle school. Cute, I guess. I'm not a huge fan of kids, but it's hard to be when I didn't have a childhood myself. Ryou, on the other hand, thinks that children are the greatest things on the face of the planet, other than tea. I'm certain that if it were possible to marry the beverage, Marik would have to worry for his claim on Ryou. I honestly think his addiction to it is disturbing.

/His brother is in middle school, Hikari./ I comment through our link. We don't often use it, but we keep it open to each other at all times. Mostly so I know if I need to find him and a place to hide bodies. I do not tolerate people tormenting Ryou, even in the slightest. Ra forbid that someone actually make him cry, because then, I won't be finding a place to hide the body, but rather feeding their bloody pieces to creatures hidden within the Shadows. After the things I've put Ryou through, it's the least I can do for him.

/Really? That's adorable! What does he look like?/ Ryou responds excitedly. At this rate, Marik had better watch out or else he's going to end up with a gaggle of children whom Ryou'd adopted. Of course, being 'Uncle Bakura' is not something that sounds too pleasant for me, either.

/Dunno yet. The kid hasn't gotten in yet. You'll just have to wait until we get there to see./ In fact, the driver is just now getting out to open the door for the younger Kaiba. Ryou sends me the mental equivalent of a pout, but doesn't try to wheedle a description out of me. I watch for someone who looks like Seto to come to the door, but none of these kids resemble the teen sitting next to me. A little black-haired kid with Ryou's horrible striped-fashion sense wanders to the door, and the driver bows and opens it. The kid slips into the car, his eyes on me the whole time. I stare right back, wondering if this kid is really related to Seto. He doesn't look anything like Seto, and even I understand genetics. A little.

"Who's this, Seto?" The kid asks, finally looking away to his brother. The driver gets back in the front, and I'm back to clutching the seat as we start moving again. Hell. I don't think I'm ever going to get over this.

"A classmate. His brother invited us to have dinner tonight. Bakura, you should give your address to the diver." Oh, yeah...I'd forgotten about that. Flashing Seto a smirk, I lean forward to try opening the window. The kid hands me what looks like a phone, and I take it, realizing just what it's supposed to be used for. I give the address to the driver, and we make a sharp turn that makes me want to just jump from the car.

"A classmate? You never bring home classmates, Seto." The kid accuses, even though his eyes are on me. I can see the curiosity shining in those depths, but he'd better not ask me what my problem is. I'm normally against the abuse of children, but I could pound this little kid into the ground for making fun of my weakness.

"It wasn't planned." Seto says blandly. I'm mildly insulted. Still, not the time to act upon my insulted pride, because this driver is fucking insane. He hits another sharp corner, and not expecting it, I end up leaning into Seto. Of course, due to my...oh, who am I kidding, terrified state, I cling to his arm. Both brothers are staring at me in shock, and I realize that they had adjusted just fine to the turn. Fuckers.

I release Seto, scooting a bit further away than I had been sitting moments before. Not a good first impression on the kid, I would think. "I, er...haven't been in a car before..." I say through clenched teeth, wondering if Marik or Malik would use that little trick of theirs to erase the memory of this little incident away. I doubt it, though, since I know that their sister banned them from doing it unless for severe circumstances. Also, they'd just laugh their asses off at me if they found out about it, so I'm just going to never mention it, and hope the Kaiba brothers are just as good at keeping secrets.

"Wow. I've never met anyone who's never been in a car before." The kid says, still watching me with curious eyes. He's starting to kinda remind me of a shark, because with the curiosity is hunger, and that's just creepy.

"I hear it's uncommon." I respond, glancing at Seto. I still have no idea what the kid's name is, nor do I even have much of an idea as to whether or not Seto really wants to come to this little party of Ryou's. I can't really tell what Seto's thinking at all, and it's fascinating, even while it annoys the hell out of me to not be able to predict his behavior. "So, do you have a name, kid?" I ask, trying to distract myself again.

The kid nods. "Of course I do. I'm Mokuba."

"Nice to meet you, I guess." I say, gritting my teeth as the driver finally pulls to a sharp stop.

"Misters Kaiba, we've arrived."

Oh, thank fucking Ra. I can barely keep myself still while the driver gets out and opens the door. I still dart out and take a deep breath of the beautiful, beautiful air as I notice that I'm shaking. Dammit, this is not what I need right now. I need to calm down, but there's no way in hell I can do my usual calming methods tonight. I have to be at that party, or Ryou'll kill me.

The door to the tiny house opens, and Ryou comes out, smiling brightly. He gives me a slightly worried smile, but moves on to our guests without demanding to know what the problem is. Good. I am never telling anyone what riding in a car does to me.

A/N: Sorry that took so long. I'd meant for this to continue all the way through the party, but Bakura's putting up a fight, so that'll be next chapter.

Next chapter:

-Seto-