My sincere apologies for the belated update, this chapter was much tougher to write than I anticipated and the length was a pain to proof. However, I finally got it done and I hope it was worth the wait. Please enjoy~
Warning: The usual blah...and mild Marik banter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
O-o-O-o-O
Click, click, click...
The sound half-roused Yami from his much-needed sleep to find he was still curled up on the couch with a jacket covering his upper body. The jacket was warm and soft—pretty much like the jacket at the Millennium boutique that cost three months of his wages—and it had a nice woody citrusy smell to it too. Lost in the daze of semi-consciousness, he burrowed into the garment and allowed the warmth to embrace him like an eager lover.
Yami smiled to himself.
The clicking sound stopped and Yami's eyes flew open.
Kaiba was sitting on the armchair opposite him, a laptop opened on his lap and a hand paused in what he was doing.
He was staring at him.
Staring back, Yami noticed Kaiba was minus a jacket. Unconsciously, his hand strayed to the garment covering his chest and stroked the soft fabric, blushing at the thoughtfulness shown. He was touched.
"Feeling better?" The soft-spoken question interrupted his thoughts.
Yami nodded and hummed a response.
"Good. Rebecca tells me you have a night job at the convenient store, is that correct?"
Yami slowly slid the jacket off and placed it to the side then, carefully sitting up, he straightened his legs and swung them off the couch in one agile sweep. Still a little light-headed, he clutched the edge of the seat to steady himself. It didn't go unnoticed from his observer.
Silently, Kaiba watched from the seat opposite; waiting for the crimson eyes to meet his.
"Yes," Yami said hoarsely, his gaze settling on Kaiba once more, "I work nights at a convenient store near my home."
Kaiba tilted his head to the side and regarded the unhealthy pallor and dark circles under the lacklustre eyes. "Then I suggest you to quit it," he said coolly, his expression matched that of his tone. "You can't provide the required level of commitment if you are going to be dogged by tiredness."
Yami stiffened to the accusation, his face blanched and then coloured, "Do not underestimate my stamina, I have gone on longer without sleep—"
"This isn't about resisting sleep for a day or two, Mutou!" Kaiba interjected, "This is long-term project, one that requires long hours and possible overtime! How will you cope juggling the two jobs together; both strenuous in it's own way? Quit the other job."
A brief silence followed as Yami took in what was said. The shock of having a stranger telling him...no, demanding that he resign from a job that was his lifeline was beyond belief! The audacity left him momentarily speechless...until his anger kicked in and drove away his fatigue. His fury was manifested in a torrent of bitter words.
"Why would you care? Who are you to boss me around like this—to demand I quit my other job? You are born into a wealthy family, you are established and well paid in this occupation; you can afford to be all high and mighty because you do not have worries about money. You do not have to fret about whether you can pay your next month's rent, you do not have to constantly remind yourself which supermarket does what promotions on which days, and you do not have to walk an extra mile because a certain store there has cheaper toilet tissues!"
Flabbergasted, Kaiba's eyes widened at the last statement. But Yami wasn't done.
"What do you know about me and how I live? You have no idea why I struggle so, why I do Boy Love stuff? It's not because I enjoy it—it's because I have no choice! But even those jobs are few and far between, it doesn't provide me with a steady income, hence my other job—the one that pays for the roof over my head, food in my stomach and allows my little brother to attend university!"
Kaiba closed his laptop and leaned forward to place it on the table in front of him. Then reclining back into the seat, he crossed his arms and stared at Yami. "You are aware that once this project starts, you will be paid a regular income as long as you are working on it," he reasoned matter-of-factly. "Osiris is no small role, I would think you'd be able to survive easily on what you make from voicing the part, not to mention it will provide further revenue and career opportunities."
Yami looked away, deliberating on whether to continue the conversation or to get up and leave. He wasn't one to air his private life or to gripe about it, he usually tackled whatever came his way with noble resignation or mulish determination. He never complained about it to anyone—not to Anzu and certainly not to Yuugi. However, there was something about this man that compelled him to rant and vent his grievances. Maybe it was his ignorance; maybe it was his indifference...whatever it was, it galled him. It made him want to bring the self-aggrandising man a notch down from his lofty assumptions.
"Yes, Osiris will pay well. But what happens when it's over? I can't give up the night job because I can't afford to, my insecurity won't allow me to. I only have to keep up with it until Yuugi graduates then things will ease a little."
"So you're adamant on keeping both jobs?" scoffed Kaiba. "That's insane! Have you thought about the consequences of such madness? What happens if you fall ill or show up late regularly because you've overslept?"
The memory of their first encounter came flooding back to Yami and he flinched from the stinging words. He had no comeback for the jibe so he remained sullen and silent.
"If you can't perform you'd be dropped and replaced. It has been done and will be done. Your position is not completely indispensable, you know."
Yami snorted and got up from the couch, he swayed slightly as he leaned down to retrieve the borrowed jacket. Straightening up, he looked down at the seated man with a defiant glare. "I may be a dispensable, Kaiba-sensei, but I will do my best not to let the team down. Rest assured, I'll not give cause for others to complain about my commitment or my performance. Thank you for the concern you have shown to this insignificant 'nobody', but as I have said before, you're not my boss therefore you are not entitled to lecture me, judge me or order me around. That right is reserved for the higher-ups only."
Walking around the table, Yami stopped in front of Kaiba and neatly placed the jacket beside its owner. "I am grateful for your kind consideration in lending me your jacket," he began, "it was foolish of me to sleep without properly covering myself. I daresay, catching a cold will also hinder the project and provide you with another reason to reproach me. I will be more careful in the future so our employers will have no cause to be dissatisfied with me."
Kaiba's lips curled at the corners, his blue gaze pinning the crimson one. "I shall remember your words, Mutou—just as you should remember mine," he said with stern severity. "Now, go home and get some rest. Or would you like a lift? It is past ten already."
Tearing his eyes away, Yami shook his head and silently chided himself for sleeping so long. He hadn't realised the time until Kaiba mentioned it. "No, but thank you for the offer," he declined politely. "The trains are still running so there's no need to trouble you further. I will be off now."
With that said, Yami grabbed his things and marched out of the room. All that was left after his departure was a lingering smell of taiyaki and a rather amused CEO passing a finger over his lips.
O-o-O-o-O
The Golden Lotus Hotel was teeming with excitement for the anticipated announcement of the anime, 'Broken Bonds'. Reporters gathered with their cameras poised to capture images of famous voice actors who could be potential candidates for the much-loved characters.
Little attention was paid to the lonely figure, sitting in the corner of the hotel restaurant, nursing a lukewarm and very expensive oolong tea.
No one heeded the actor because he was obscure.
No one noticed the expensive outfit that adorned his slender body because it wasn't available in the stores.
No one noticed his arrival because he had been there for two hours.
And no one noticed he was one of the lead, simply, because no one knew him.
Yami sighed and took another sip of the tea, grimacing at the tepidness of the beverage and its bitter aftertaste. It had been stewing for too long. Rotating the cup in the palm of his hands, he berated himself for his early arrival.
Filled with horrors of disasters that could befall him on his way to the conference, he was compelled to leave home two hours before the intended time.
What happens if he missed the train?
What happens if there was a delay?
What happens if he fell asleep?
What happens if the train broke down?
All the possible worse case scenarios wreaked havoc in his mind, adding tension and anxiety to his edgy self. He wished he wasn't such a worrywart! He wished he didn't have such an over-active imagination! He wished he could calm down!
"Idiot," he muttered to himself.
Through the entrance of the restaurant, he could see people walking to and fro from the venue. The conference room was situated across the lobby, opposite of the restaurant and it afforded Yami a good view of what was happening in there. Stacks of chairs, tables and lighting were taken into the room, along with flower arrangements, sound and media equipment. It felt like they were shooting a movie than a promoting it. He hadn't realised so much labour was involved with organising the event.
Picking up his tea, he was about to take another sip when his phone rang. Yami peered at it warily, his body slumping when he saw the caller ID.
'Mama-san' flashed boldly on the screen.
With another sigh, he put down the cup and took the call.
"Hello, Mai-san," greeted Yami, trying to force some cheerfulness in his voice. Even as a voice actor, he found it difficult to implement when anxiety was eating away his insides.
"You there yet, Yami?" his agent asked bluntly.
"Yes, I am," replied Yami. "I arrived here in good time." Very good time, he thought dryly.
"Good, I am on my way. I'll be there in about ten minutes to brief you."
"Okay, I am in the restaurant right now, I'll wait for you here."
Hanging up, Yami return to his musing, his mind retracing the events of the last few days, which were stressful and hectic.
He had been back to the boutique for another fitting. Ishizu-san was there for company as Odion-san fussed over him, trying to find the right accessories to complement the designated outfit. Yami vaguely remembered being ushered into a vast changing room, the one where Marik tried to peek into, armed with clothes. Multi-coloured assortments of shirts, jackets, pants and tees were placed in his arms; it was for "back-up" he was told, in case the intended outfit didn't suit him. The pile of clothing was intimidating, to say the least, the closest he had ever experienced with that amount of clothes was laundry day! And even that paled in comparison. He didn't own very many pieces of clothing.
As if that wasn't enough, there were the accessories. Scarves, belts, shoes and trinkets were offered and thrown his way, alarming him with the increasing rows of footwear and mounting pile of additions. As expected, his protests and remonstrations fell on deaf ears, all he could do was stare, dumbfounded, at the closed door of the changing room as it was slammed shut in his face. Numb and shocked, he began to mechanically do what was asked of him whilst Ishizu-san and Odion-san waited patiently, talking amongst themselves.
The outfit consisted of two pieces: a short velvet jacket with matching pants in a dark eggplant colour. The material was soft and supple against his skin as he slid it on and it hugged his body tightly. Looking into the large mirror, Yami gaped at his reflection.
The style of the jacket was almost military-like; it tapered and ended above the hips with straps of the same fabric going horizontally across the chest. It was fastened with a gleaming copper button at the end of each strap and three at the end of the long sleeves. The pants were slim and tight. It hugged his lower body, revealing the contours of his slender thighs and legs, and gradually narrowed down to his ankles where it creased up into little neat folds.
Altogether, the ensemble was provocatively stylish and flawlessly made, and the flexibility of the velvet allowed movement. Even to the untrained eye, it was obvious that a lot thought had gone into the outfit's design making it practical and fashionable. Yami could understand why this brand was popular despite the hefty price; he envied those who could afford to wear it.
A soft knock on the door shook Yami out of his reverie and he smiled. His benefactors were eager to see the results too. Unlocking the door, he stepped out and awaited their comments. Looks of approval were directed at him and Yami expelled a sigh of relief—they were happy and he was done.
Or so he thought.
Odion began to hem and haw as he scrutinised his subject. A finger and thumb pinching his chin made him look deep in thought as he circled Yami. Ishizu-san looked on with suppressed glee, her lips twitched with mirth. It was only two hours later, did Yami understand her amusement.
Odion launched himself at his human mannequin with so much enthusiasm and energy that it made Yuugi, hyped on sugar, seem tame! Yami was instructed to "try on this" and then "put on that". Things were put on, taken off, tied around and discarded at a single bark—only for it to be replaced with another item at inhuman speed. Odion in frenzy was a force to be reckoned with and Yami involuntarily shuddered at the recollection.
Towards the end of his ordeal, Yami was moving on autopilot. It didn't help Ishizu-san joined in the torture.
Prolonged torture.
Because they didn't always agree...
Amidst the array of clothes and adornments, the pair debated and argued about the colours, styles, frills and trimmings. Everything! Yami was surprised to see Odion stand up to the mistress he so revered, his zeal made him temporarily forget his position. Not that Ishizu minded, in fact, Yami had a sneaky feeling she egged him on. It was funny to see the passive man so ruffled and indignant when she questioned his choices and criticised his selection.
Ishizu-san revelled in it!
It made Yami wonder if annoying people were an Ishtar trait!
He was finally free when he informed them of the time and his need to be at his other job soon. They sighed and released him, but not before they had given him two large bags of clothes. Their disagreement meant they each selected items that they each thought suited Yami, mindless of his protests. Yami just wished they could unanimously agree because it would mean less for him to carry! Of course, it didn't happen. "Promote," that's what Ishizu-san told him in return for the clothes. He needed to seen and captured in public wearing the 'Millennium' label, and to do that he had to wear them on a daily basis.
Pressed for time, Yami hurriedly agreed and left with the goods.
Exhaling a long sigh, Yami took another sip of tea and grimaced. Staring down at the drowned tealeaves in his cup, he allowed his idle thoughts to drift in a different direction...to a certain person.
Kaiba.
The conceited man had managed to creep into his thoughts more often than he would have liked and he found it perturbing. He blamed it on their last encounter. The said incident replayed itself in his mind, forcing Yami to evaluate what was it about Kaiba that rubbed him the wrong way. Was it deliberate on the man's part or it just happens? It was all so very confusing.
Furrows appeared on Yami's temple as he pursued the thought, his brows drawn in a deep frown. Every aspect of Kaiba puzzled him; his character's complicated, his intentions unfathomable and his sentiments inscrutable. To Yami, it felt like Kaiba was bent on bullying him at every possible opportunity, yet he would show random acts of kindness—seldom—but kind nonetheless. It was in those rare moments Yami warmed to him. He liked the compassionate Kaiba; it revealed a side he would show to a handful of people. Shizuka was very lucky to be included in that circle where the Ice Prince was less guarded and prickly. Yami was sure he gave her guidance in voice acting, which made him a little envious. He'd loved to be instructed by Kaiba, even if it meant being bullied as payment! Mai-san said he was a masochist anyway!
The thought of his agent prompted Yami to glance at his watch. The ten minutes were nearly up and Mai-san was due to arrive soon. Hastily nudging the thought of Kaiba away, he decided it would be prudent to keep their last meeting quiet.
What she doesn't know doesn't hurt him, right?
Mai-san is well versed in inflicting pain to a person; Yami clearly didn't want to be on the receiving end of it no matter how masochist she claims him to be. No, it was not wise to inform her of the little run-in with Kaiba.
"Hey, Yami!"
The voice caused Yami to jump out of his skin, his bewildered mind speculating if he had accidently conjured up 'Mama-san' with the power of his thoughts. However, eyeing her rapid progress towards him and the stares she was getting from the diners, it was apparent she wasn't just a figment of his imagination.
"M-Mai-san," he stammered, his heart hammering in his chest as he got up to greet her.
Mai grabbed her charge and drew him in a tight embrace. Yami suddenly found his face smothered in his agent's voluminous curves. He managed, after a little struggle, to turn his head to the side and breathe. He was met with a few envious stares from the male patrons who were looking in his direction. Yami flushed to the roots of his unruly hair.
Oblivious to the attention she was attracting, Mai chuckled. "Well, lets have a good look at you then," she said, easing her charge away and holding him at arm's length so she could study him properly. What she saw was pleasing to the eye, "I must say, you look amazing, Yami!"
"Erm...thanks," Yami mumbled, looking away in embarrassment. He still hadn't got used to the image. On top of the outfit, Yami hung two thin black belts loosely around his waist. It matched the soft leather ankle boots on his feet, courtesy of Millennium as well.
Mai laughed and gestured to the seat. "C'mon, let's give you a quick brief over before we join the others in five minutes time. As this is your first time participating in an event such as this, I understand it can be very daunting." A waiter came over to the table and she ordered a double shot of espresso before continuing, "As you know, the media have been kept in the dark over the cast of 'Broken Bonds'. They are correct in speculating Kaiba Seto and Ishtar Marik having a part in it, but have yet to learn about you."
Yami nodded his head slowly and watched in silence as the waiter returned with the coffee. After enquiring if they required anything else, he smiled politely and left.
Mai took a sip of the strong coffee and ploughed on. "Undoubtedly, there will be questions raised about casting an obscure actor in this role. You will pique curiosity and you will draw attention. Of course, it would be in your best interest to take advantage of it and milk it for what its worth, but I know that will be near impossible considering you've never had this kind of exposure before. Don't worry; you will have plenty of opportunities as long as you can pull this one off. This is your debut so be aware and prepared for the questions and interest concerning you. Ota-san, Kaiba-sensei and Ishtar-sensei will be at hand to assist you, if you wish it. And do not feel oblige to divulge more than you need to, remember it's not an interrogation—it's a gathering to promote the upcoming of 'Broken Bonds' and nothing more, do you understand?"
Wringing his hands in an agitated fashion, Yami digested what Mai-san had said, the realisation of the gargantuan task ahead of him finally sinking in.
Mai noticed Yami's anxiety and sensed his uneasiness. Stretching out a hand, she clasped the fidgeting ones and stilled them. "Don't worry, Yami. You'll do just fine!" she enthused and squeezed his hands gently, her smile and her action was supportive. Yami was grateful for Mai-san's faith in him. It made him determined to try his hardest and make her proud. She may have frequently despaired of him, but she always stuck by. Somehow, he didn't want to disappoint her—not when he was so close to realising his dream. He wanted her to share his success because she truly deserved it.
"I will do my best, Mai-san," he said with a wobbly grin.
Releasing his hand, Mai chuckled and nodded approvingly. "That's the spirit, Yami!" she said, "Just remember, no temperamental outbursts!"
"Yes, Mai-san."
"No rude or bitchy responses."
"Of course, Mai-san."
"No arguing with co-workers or the media."
Yami shifted nervously on his chair and pushed the Kaiba incident to the back of his mind. "Definitely, Mai-san," he replied with added compliancy.
"And remember, if you value the opportunity, no homo pranks!"
Yami looked at his manager and sighed. "I know, Mai-san," he groaned.
"No, seriously, Yami!" she insisted. "Try not reveal your contribution in Boy Love by giving the public a taste of your talent. We know you are good and I am sure Ishtar-sensei would appreciate it, but let's not go there, okay?
Yami reddened and threw his companion an indignant look. "Yes, Mai-san," he muttered crossly.
Ignoring the subtle glare, Mai laughed and patted a flushed cheek—shocking Yami with the rare show of affections. Usually Mai-san's emotions towards him incline to be anger, frustration and exasperation. This was a nice change.
"Right then," Mai declared, signalling the waiter for the bill. "It's time to go."
Yami sighed and slowly got up. He felt better after his talk with Mai-san. Her no nonsense attitude and encouragement shook him from his doubts and brooding and it gave him the confident boost he needed. Now he was ready to take on the world, if need be. Excitement bubbled beneath the surface of his entire being and a large grin formed on his face as he near-bounced out of the restaurant.
He couldn't wait to tell Yuugi and Anzu of his lucky break.
O-o-O-o-O
Crossing the vast foyer with Mai-san, Yami soon found himself in the room reserved for the conference. The equipment had been set up and the furniture arranged accordingly. At the end of the room, there was a small stage with a long table in the centre of it. Yami counted the number of seat behind the table and it totalled to eight, he was sure it was for the cast from the last recording session plus Ota-san. It gave him a sense of relief to be surrounded by people he was familiar with.
Turning his attention off the stage, he noticed rows upon rows of empty chairs with lights and speakers flanking the sides. Judging from the seating available, Yami had a rough idea of how many might be attending the event.
There was going to be a lot of people!
Yami's eye had a spasm!
"Ya-mi-chan!" A pair of tanned arms wound limply around his neck and a chin rested on his shoulder. Yami closed his eyes and groaned. Looks like he wasn't the only one with a lucky break!
"Marik-kun!" Pegasus' shrill voice made Yami wince and open his eyes. "Need I remind you to behave yourself in public?"
Marik pouted and buried his face in Yami's neck, inhaling his scent. "But it's been so long and I have been good, right?" the reply came out muffled and almost indistinguishable.
"MARIK!" The tone was firm and brooked no argument; Yami knew what that meant because Mai-san used that tone on him a lot. Yami slid a peek at the said female and saw she was watching them with a bemused expression on her face. As their eyes met, he gave her crooked smile.
"Fine!" grumbled Marik, pushing himself away from Yami, but maintaining contact by keeping an arm slung across a velvet-clad shoulder. Much to Yami's chagrin Pegasus allowed the concession.
Pegasus scowled at Marik before levelling his attention to Mai and Yami. "It's a pleasure to see you again, Valentine-san, Yami-kun." A graceful bow accompanied the polite greeting.
"The pleasure's ours, Pegasus-san, Ishtar sensei," Mai returned courteously. Yami followed her example and Marik mumbled something inaudible. He was still smarting from the rebuke.
And that was how Kaiba and Noa found them.
Yami silently gasped at the image of Kaiba nearing him. Mai-san, too, was taken aback; he heard her murmur "Oh, my" under her breath.
Dressed in a midnight blue suit with a silver-grey shirt, the man looked stunning. The jacket narrowed around the waist creating a tight-fit look and the shirt shimmered with each movement in the glaring light. The matching pants were also tight and hung dangerously low on his hips—so low that Yami was sure pale skin would be exposed should Kaiba lift up his arms. A wide, black, suede belt hung on those slender hips drawing more attention to it than deemed safe.
The man was very sexy! No wonder he had a massive fan base!
Flustered, Yami gulped and looked away, his gaze trailing to the black suede shoes Kaiba wore to avoid eye contact its the owner. He prayed there was going to be no mention of 'the lounge' incident. He didn't want his day ruined.
"So clothes do make the man!" Noa's snide comment caused Yami to jerk his head up sharply, his eyes and lips narrowed into a crimson line of irritation.
Trust the damn kid to ruin his day!
"Really?" Marik spun Yami to face him; his pale eyes trailing over his captive and making him squirm. After staring at Yami, for what seemed like an age, he whistled his appreciation and grinned. "You look delectable, Yami-chan!" he declared, reluctantly tearing his eyes away to address Noa. "At least he looks like a man, unlike some people!" he retorted, casting a critical glance over the small teen. "Who dressed you, Noa? Your mother?"
Yami thought the remark was a little cruel; the boy didn't look all that bad. His clothes reeked designer and expensive, but given the teen's short stature and youthful appearance, he couldn't pull off the desired look. And Noa knew it.
"At least, I don't look like a cheap host from a seedy part of town!" Noa sneered, tilting his head back to glower more effectively.
It was Yami's turn to stare at Marik and true to the other's words, the Egyptian did look like a host. Not a cheap one, but definitely a host. Yami had the sudden urge to laugh at the description. Marik's dark red shirt was open low at the neck to expose a smooth tanned chest. The silk shirt was left untucked and was worn under a black leather waistcoat; his legs were encased in black leather too. Though tasteful and candy for the eye, it was nowhere near as delightful as the other tall male.
Marik laughed at the jab. "And you would know, my little friend!" he replied, waggling his eyebrows meaningfully at the irate male. "Besides, if I have the qualities to be a host then it can't be all bad, right?"
Pegasus sighed and turned to Mai. "See what I have to put up with," he gestured elaborately to the fighting pair. "It's worse when Rebecca-chan here."
Mai snorted and crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, I can't say if you have it bad or I've got it worse," she replied sympathetically. "Never underestimate the headache Yami is capable of causing. Trust me, you'd be surprise what that kid is able to do!"
The older man shrugged and laughed, he had experienced first-hand what Yami was capable of doing, that seductive look and silky voice was very memorable. The latter had a gift in voice acting, even acting, but how far will he go is another thing. Pegasus's mood suddenly became pensive.
"That is true," he admitted softly. "Just when I think nothing surprises me anymore, Yami-kun counters the notion. His ability to rise above the competition based on his talent is an amazing feat and his appointment is going to cause shockwaves in the industry. You and I both know how cruel this business can be, especially towards newcomers. If he fails to deliver, he'll be finished for good and will spend the rest of his career voicing extras. He must prove he is worthy of Ota-san's choice and fit for the role of Osiris, there's no room for errors."
Turning his head to face Mai, he pulled a scant smile. "Continue to support him as much as you can, if he can overcome this obstacle, the rest will be smooth sailing."
Mai nodded in silence, she knew the risks involved for the both of them and she was perfectly aware of the consequences should Yami fail. While Yami is resilient, Mai knew failure would be fatal to his confidence; a fall from grace would be irrecoverable and he may simply give up altogether. The depressing thought marred her smooth features and tainted a little of the auspicious day.
Heaving a sigh, she cast her eyes towards Yami. "Let us get through this press conference first," she said grimly. "His obscurity makes him perfect interrogation material for the media. I have a feeling it will be tough for him."
"Which is why we are here to help him," a voice behind them said. Both managers spun around and were greeted with the presence of Ota-san. "I will not allow anyone pick on my Osiris. If they have a problem with my choice, they can take it up with me. It will be my pleasure to nurture this talent, and it is a task I look forward to very much. All Yami-kun has to do is to focus on his role, I ask for little else. Come now, I can see the rest of the cast arriving as we speak, let's gather around for a last minute briefing."
True to his word, Rebecca and Shizuka appeared by their sides along with Jonouchi and Honda. Clapping his hands, the director motioned for the others to join them. Words of pleasantry and admiration were exchanged and the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. All, but one member of the cast felt the keen anticipation and it was that one member Ota-san was addressing.
"Yami-kun, as this is the first time you've attended an event like this, I'll quickly explain the procedure to you. The trailer is first introduced and then the cast. After a brief introduction from the cast members on their name and the role they are playing, it is question time. The media are free to ask what they like to whom they like...within reason, of course. As long as it doesn't mount to harassment, we try to indulge them—after all, we are here to sell the animation and to do that we need the media. Are you following?"
Yami nodded mutely.
"Be mindful that you will pique a lot of interest, a newcomer playing a weighty role is bound to turn heads and wag tongues. So, if there is a question you are uncomfortable answering, let us know and we will divert the attention. Don't try and blindly blunder through it on your own, it will do us little good if you gain bad publicity from it. We work as a team." The advice was spoken good-naturedly, but Yami sensed the underlining seriousness in the timbre. "Similarly, if you are stuck on anything, we will assist you. We are here to support you in every possible way and here's how: if you place three fingers on the table like this," he held up the last three fingers of one hand and place it on the back of the other, "we will come to the rescue. Do you understand?"
Yami nodded.
"Good," beamed Ota-san and continued to address everyone in general, but Yami heard very little. He was fighting to keep down the nausea that was threating to surface. His fear was making it hard to him to concentrate on what was being said, and try as he might to focus on the words, all he could hear was a loud rushing sound in his ears. He was lucky everyone was fixated on the director to notice his distress...or so he thought.
Unexpectedly, a hand rested on his shoulder and gently gripped it. Yami knew the owner of the hand without having to see his face; the faint scent that wafted close to him was familiar as it was comforting. Despite the antagonistic and awkwardness of their last meeting, Yami was thankful Kaiba reached out to him in his time of need. It was as if he sensed his anxiety and responded accordingly. The gesture itself was reassuring and Yami felt its warmth spread through his body, providing him with the much-needed strength.
Resisting the urge to return the gesture as a sign of gratitude, Yami dipped his head a little and gave a heartfelt smile. In response, the hand gave a light squeeze and withdrew.
Immediately, Yami missed the contact.
Finally, the meeting ended with the cast members placing their hands together in a display of unity with words of support uttered in unison. A loud cheer followed and everyone, with the exception of Ota-san, dispersed behind the large screen surrounding the stage and hid from view.
The time was upon them and the media, amassed outside the room, was waiting impatiently. A member of the hotel staff held back the guests, but with a signal from the director, permitted them entry. For the next fifteen minutes, the room was filled with activity as people began filing in. Cameras and recording equipment were carried in and set up. Participants settled in and chatted amicably amongst themselves. The noise spoke of excitement and impatience, and eyes darted about to see if it could get a glimpse of the conference's most guarded secret.
Needless to say, nothing was revealed.
Once everyone was seated and settled, Ota-san appeared on stage and immediately a hush descended the room. Picking up the microphone, he walked over to the table and perched himself on the edge where he stared at the sea of faces in front of him. Everyone held their breath and stilled their movements; the tension in the room was so heavy that nothing stirred. The director held his audience captivated for a moment longer then broke into a smile. The sound of exhaling breaths spilled out and the tension dissipated.
"I'd like to give a warm welcome to my guests," the director announced, his arm sweeping across the air in front of him in a fluid arc. "It is my pleasure to introduce the wonderful world of 'Broken Bonds' to you all. Those familiar it will know the animation is adapted from the manga of the same title. Its intricate plot, complex and fascinating characters convinced us, at Animaxx Studio, to explore the possibility of seeing, hearing and living the story as it unfolds. Indicated by its popularity, I think you will agree it deserves to be given the chance."
He paused for a moment before continuing, "The idea to have 'Broken Bonds' made into an animation was proposed a year ago and was approved immediately. Since then designers, illustrators and technicians have been busy bringing it to life. Nothing's been spared. Time, money and effort have been poured into this project, going as far as collaborating with the title's two mangaka to ensure its authenticity. Everything about this project speaks quality, whether it's the artwork or the casting of characters."
Pushing himself of the table, he indicated to the large screen on the side of the table. "I am sure you are all eager to get started so, without further ado, I present to you the trailer to the long awaited animation of 'Broken Bonds'. Please enjoy."
Ending on those words, the lights dimmed and the screen flared to life filling the darkened room with bright light and colours.
A song blared out from the speakers situated around the room and the excited girls in front of Yami squealed in delight, the name "Tsunami Mako" was mentioned with breathy admiration. Listening to the song, Yami knew it was the opening track to the anime and he wished he could see the complementing visual to it. Deciding to improvise, Yami closed his eyes and allowed his mind to visualise the images with the lyrics sung.
"Let me remain by your side for an eternity. Let nothing drive us apart.
Rue not the day we pledge our love for each other, let no regrets linger as it seals our fate.
Let our hearts beat forever as one, the union shall speak of our love and our dreams.
Let me be the one to be forever with you, for I will be yours...always."
The song sounded like Obelisk's confession to Kisara. The depth and meaning of the words conveyed a love so great, it was unbreakable. With his eyes still closed, Yami tried concentrating on the rest of the song, but the faint aroma of woody citrus and the light puffs of air near his ear were distracting him...
Fearful of his wandering mind and conscious of a heated flush tinting his cheeks, Yami opened his eyes. Swallowing hard, he forced himself to concentrate for the duration of the song.
After the music faded into the background, a deep and rich toned voice began the introduction, its resonance enhancing the extravagance in the narration.
"Bonds forged through friendship."
The scene where the four of them were children appeared and the sound of their interaction filled the room. Listening to his childish voice bought a smile to Yami's face. Yuugi, he thought with fond affection.
"Bonds forged through love."
The scene changed to the scene where Obelisk confessed to Kisara. The former's declaration of love made Yami's heart skip a beat. It sounded so sincere, so tender, so filled with love...
"Bonds strengthened through devotion."
This was the scene Yami was waiting for. It was the one where Obelisk swore to protect Kisara. Patiently, he waited for those heart-stopping lines, his body melting when it was finally spoken.
"I will be here for you—I will protect you always—so never fear, my sweet love. Trust in me and I will ensure you will never regret it."
Those delicious words permeated sweetly through his body, filling him with joy. He would never tire of hearing it. The effect was the same as the first time he heard them spoken and he was thankful he was facing away from Kaiba. The curious stare he received from the latter before was rather disconcerting; he didn't want a repeat of it again. Sighing with contentment, he willed his frantic heart to calm down.
"Bonds weakened through rejection."
It was Ra's proposal to Kisara. Yami stole a glance at the male lead for that scene and rolled his eyes at the sight that greeted him.
Marik was occupied pulling as many murderous and threatening-looking faces at Shizuka as he possibly could before the scene ended. It was amusing to watch his victim's dismal attempts to smother the giggles that threaten to engulf her. It was no surprise Shizuka failed miserably. Yami inwardly snorted at the irony of it. Trust the pair to be joking around when their characters were going through a dramatic angst moment!
"Bonds forged from rivalry."
Marik sought out Yami when he heard their scene being enacted. A grin tugged on his lips as he mimed a few of Ra's lines as it was being played. To Yami's amazement, it synched perfectly with the words in the playback. Unable to tear his eyes away, he watched spellbound as Marik mouthed, "Come with me, Osiris. Only I can equal that intellect of yours, only I can satisfy that insatiable mind. Together, we could be one big, happy family: you, me and Kisara."
The Egyptian sealed the request with a lengthy air kiss and winked seductively. Mortified, Yami reddened and buried his face in his hands. His embarrassment provided much hilarity to some of the cast as indicated by a few, barely contained, snorts of amusement.
"Bonds forged from unity."
This time it was the council meeting scene and Yami found it hard to believe he was the one voicing those lines. It was as if it was another person was talking. He had to admit the emotions were noticeable throughout and he was pleased with the outcome.
"Bonds severed and irreparable."
A distraught Mana could be heard wailing as she disclosed the disappearance of the princess. Yami looked at Rebecca and shook his head. The fiery teen was furiously whispering obscenities and pinching Marik who was rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. His mouth was turned down at the corners and he was opening and closing it like a fish out of water. It was obvious he was pretending to be crying Mana! Jou and Honda were clutching their stomach and silently guffawing, which pissed off the girl even more.
Marik was lucky she did not have her script with her!
Yami began to wonder if Marik always behaved so childishly during important events, the only positive thing that resulted from his conduct was it lightened the mood considerably...there was never a dull moment when he was present. However, not everyone appreciated his humour. Noa, for one didn't, the teen grunted derisively and muttered "Delinquents" under his breath. Yami suspected Kaiba might feel the same way as his stoic cousin.
What expression did Kaiba have right now, he asked himself? Lost in his musing, Yami almost missed the end of the trailer.
"Will love prevail and mend their shattered connection? Or will it be destined to remain broken? Broken Bonds coming soon. Sponsored by Kaiba Corp Communications."
Yami froze.
Did he hear right? Kaiba Corp Communications sponsored the anime?
Colour drained from his face as the revelation sunk in, evoking an unpleasant memory to the surface...
"As I have said before, you're not my boss therefore you are not entitled to lecture me, judge me or order me around. That right is reserved for the higher-ups only."
Yami whipped his head around and saw Kaiba staring at him with a cocked brow and a slight upward tilt on his lips. The small actor instantly knew the latter was recalling the same thing and he felt his face redden.
He knew this was not good.
He knew his big mouth would be the death of him.
He knew things he said would come back to bite him in the ass, but he still let his mouth run away with him.
He was doomed!
"You're not my boss..." The words kept repeating over and over again in his mind as if it were said enough time, it would somehow deny the truth of the matter. But it was wishful thinking and he knew it. He knew what was coming and he wasn't going to like it. Kaiba had already made that very clear in his response.
"I shall remember your words, Mutou—just as you should remember mine," he said harshly.
Yami bit back the groan that rose in his throat; his gaze adhered to his, now, employer...
OH. SHIT!
~TBC~
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A/N: Finally, twenty pages and over 7500 words later, I got to stop where I wanted to in the last chapter! I swear my wordiness is going to be the death of me. I hope it was enjoyable to you all.
My heartfelt thanks to those who took the time to leave me their wonderful words of encouragement:
~Lace Kyoko,
~Aku-Ichigo (Happy Belated Birthday, btw~),
~My lovely Mel,
~AyaSeth (I hope it made your day),
~christmascarolling,
~airana (Yes, Yuugi will make an appearance at some point or another and he'll be bringing a special guest with him ^_~),
~Lil' sweet Ma-chan,
Rininlightblue (Scream more~! I love that kinda response; it makes me happy that the story can trigger THAT reaction from a reader. I am soooo chuffed. I hope this chapter made it a little clearer as to who kissed Yami),
~RoseMutou2010,
~Secret Moon Princess (No threats this time? LOL~!),
~NA...erm...(Prideshipping is my fav as well so yes, it is geared towards Pride...though Marik is growing on me. Hahahaha, yes, "yummy Yami on the top" would be much appreciated by Seto and Marik, no doubt!),
~My sweet Chibi (that Thorki oneshot, as promised next, provided I watch that damn DVD),
~My dearest Candyworld (hope this will tie you over until the next update of 'Borrowed Existence'),
~JBubbles and finally,
~CrimsonStrawberrries17 (It's done, YAY!).
Once again, THANK YOU SO MUCH, know it is your words of support and your interest for this fic that has kept me guilty as hell for not updating sooner. Keep them coming, as they are the drive behind this story. I wouldn't have gotten this far without you lovely people~. Please continue to indulge me.
Jolly x
