Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, but this story is all mines.
Recap
Hey there, it's been a while and I will leave it at that, but for those just joining this ride I hope you read this chapter and decide to read the entire story. Seto has a dark side, or a past that he refuses to acknowledge. It's a side of him that existed alongside the pharaoh Atemu or Yami as we know him. He lived for pleasure and pain, very cruel, until his heart was soften by a gentle boy. This is his story and how he has journeyed over the passage of time to reclaim his lost love, his life, and regain all that was taken. Yet his cruelty has grown and he is more dangerous than ever before. In order to exist, he has to destroy Seto his present self, so the battle wages in Seto Kaiba heart and mind. Should he embrace this part of his soul and become lose in sexual desires and pleasures forsaking the feeling of others. Seth has found Joey and believes him to be his lose love, now he wants to take his virginity, just like he did five thousand years ago to the slave Jou. Will Seto save his innocence boyfriend or will he become a slave to the beast that resides inside . . . . So it continues with Seth gaining control or so it seems.
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Chapter Ten: Memories
Seto Kaiba was not a young man known for wasting energy sleeping. He required less than most and functioned throughout the day on caffeine alone. He opened his heavy eyelids to a soft light in a darkened room and shivered as the cold air assaulted his slender frame. Being cold in the early morning was not unusual because he often tossed his silk sheets and cashmere blankets on the floor; but this cold was different. Seto lay on a hard wood floor, completely naked. He sat up and surveyed the room only to find a pile of unfamiliar clothes at his feet. Before touching the clothes he examined his body for signs of what may have happen, but he was not bruised or bitten in anyway. You could still see the faint scars on his back, but at least there was no evidence of new wounds.
"Shit to hell . . . my head, what the hell is going on?" Seto spoke to the walls. Tentatively he grabbed at the clothes and slipped the tight pants up over his hips and buttoned the tight leather vest over a silk shirt. The pants were a bit tighter than he normally wore them and the soft Italian leather against his skin was missing. This was definitely something from a local store, and not of his choosing.
'Damn it, this has to be Seth's doing; only he would dress so seductively and allow me to see it for the embarrassment this would cause. I don't remember a damn thing and he knows it,' though the CEO.
'This room, my god I think I'm in one of Gozaburo's old offices; the one he ran his illegal trafficking from. How in the hell did Seth know about this? I've got to get out of here.' Seto's thoughts ran wild as he hurried down a long hall and into a private elevator, the source of some long ago buried memory. His own private offices were not far away. Seto knew his time was running out, because Seth was gaining more control over his life and flaunting his victories without fear in front of the CEO.
Breathless and filled with anxiety Seto slumped down into his huge leather chair behind the desk he worked from. He never felt so out of control in his life. 'Damn it, I need help to win this,' a thought which unnerved him the most, and 'weaknesses'.
Sakura his personal assistant waited for the frazzle CEO to at least have one cup of coffee before she intruded on his thoughts, he looked a mess. "Kaiba-sama, this package was delivered before dawn this morning. You also have a private message from Yami and Yugi Motou. Bakura, your business associate called after trying to get in touch with you. He's been called out of town on private business and will not be available for the next few days," she spoke softly and waited for his stony reply.
"I'll take that package and get Yami on the line, immediately. I don't want to be disturbed. You can cancel my appointments for the week; I will be out of town on personal business. Refer important calls to Mokuba Kaiba," spoke the senior Kaiba.
"Is everything alright sir?" Sakura handed the CEO a fresh cup of coffee and took the liberty of asking a personal question. "Perhaps I can be of help."
"I don't pay you to pry into my health, Sakura. If you have no other business to discuss dismiss yourself from my presence," Kaiba's headache had returned. He only hoped the demon could be held at bay. The feeling of helplessness wrapped around his heart and for the first time Seto felt lost. He tried to regain some of his dignity and glared at his secretary.
"Fine, sir, I will see you in one week's time. I will patch the call through immediately." Her voice was sharp and professional. Just for a moment the love she felt for the boys slipped thru; an emotion the secretary would have to keep inside for the brothers she had grown over the years to care about.
Seto snatched the package and slammed the office door. Next he swallowed the coffee and opened the package as fear griped his heart. Inside the package Seto pulled out a pair of creamed colored Egyptian linen pants and a matching shirt of a slightly lighter shade. He slipped into the pants and found they stopped just short of his belly button and were held together loosely with a wide sash around his hips. The top button in the front started midway down his chest leaving a large expanse of his nipples exposed. The collar ran deep and was trimmed with a fine golden thread. The sleeves ruffled at the end of his slender wrist. Seto could have easily been an Arabian prince visiting the states with his dark hair and deep blue eyes.
'Ok, Seth I know you've making a fool out of me, exposing your will and desires, but I will . . . . 'His thoughts were interrupted by the speaker phone and the continuous ache in the back of his head. He could almost hear laughter. Without fully understanding how he knew Seth was watching.
"Kaiba-sama, Yugi is on the line," spoke Sakura, still upset but not really surprised, by his nasty attitude.
"Kaiba, have you found out anything? One minute you were giving out instructions and you told us to meet you at the teen club down town; but you never appeared." Yugi was disturbed; it wasn't like Kaiba to miss any appointments.
"Look Yugi find that boy Ryou and maybe you can be of some use. Other than that, just stay out of the way." Kaiba's head started to hurt, and the laughter grew. "I don't need this right now!"
"Seto Kaiba, this is not only your battle, so back off. Joey is our friend and we don't need your permission to help him out of trouble." Yami howled into the receiver. He could be just as ruthless as Kaiba.
"Listen Yami, I've been up all night looking for clues . . . . Just find that boy. Look for offers in the local papers for young dancers, boy dating services. . . . You know," Kaiba sounded unconcerned. But Yami was not a fool and he would not be pushed aside.
"You're trying to push us out with these games, but it won't work, Kaiba. We are dealing with dark magic, spirits thousands of year's old and long ago buried secrets," anger showed in Yami's voice but for the moment he accommodated Kaiba. "Okay Kaiba, I'll let you lead, but if I haven't heard from you by this afternoon, I'd do this my way." Yami slammed down the phone.
It was apparent to Yami that Seto was being a fool. He fought against powers that he didn't believe existed which put his smart ass in deep trouble. The pharaoh only hoped this time around he could save the souls of both Seto and Seth. But experience also told him one of them would most likely die, or buried in the shadows for all eternity.
Seto stared at the silent phone and called out to his secretary. "Bring my car around!!" He left the building through a private exit and drove to the only place he could get answers, the priestess.
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"Welcome Seto Kaiba, to my home again," the grace yet beautiful female version of Kaiba parted the curtains and allowed him into the incense filled room. "Can I get you something to drink?" her voice was deep and musical.
"I didn't come for a tea party. I want answers now," he barked.
Isis smiled and sat down on a soft cushion. The long white robe of her families' crest settled softly around the slender curves of her body. She always moved with the grace of a goddess even while performing the simplest of acts. Kaiba's voice or presence didn't intimidate the priestess, so she motioned for him to set across from her on a floor cushion. He grumbled but after a few minutes complied.
"Listen witch, I want to go back, back to the past," his voice commanding and condescending.
In another time and place she would have obeyed the CEO without question, but this act was not to be or foretold to the priestess as the right course for him to take. Even though certain events she could not reveal, it was important Kaiba saw the path laid out before him. Reluctantly she spoke, "I do not see Yami and it would not be wise for you to travel that road alone. Only he can guide you."
"It is not a request, but an order from your superior; one I expect you to obey," he barked.
"Trickery doesn't suit you, my priest and I have free will to make my own decisions as decreed by the Sun God, Ra. I answer only to him in matters of the past and future. Perhaps you have forgotten my status," now Isis commanded Seto's attention.
He bowed his head not in defeat but to only gather his thoughts and approach the situation differently. The priestess could sense the war in his mind and asked the questions he would not. "Prince Kaiba, do you want to see the boy again? His presence has captivated your very senses, and stimulated lost desires. You think he is the key or is it simply to take Seth's treasure in exchange for yours. This battle will not be won so easily. Surely you understand that he would not let that happen. The answers are not where you chose to seek."
"How dare you presume to understand my intensions!" the CEO's voice flared up in indignation. He rose and hovered over the tall woman.
"It is because you came to me that I presume to challenge your very existence and seek to stand by your side in victory," her glare more intense than ever. "You see I have a role to play also, my prince."
"I don't understand . . . . Are you saying you know what is happening to me?" he hissed.
"No!" she answered, Isis was still very calm.
"I must know. . . I need to know about him . . . he's important . . ." Seto voice died down to a whisper.
Seto couldn't go forward with the past blocking all coherent thoughts from his mind. Isis decided to appease the distraught man before he completely fell apart. "The story I will tell you is one that has been passed down through the ages. It is cruel and painful; but I will trust in your strength to understand." A slender hand reached out to the man and motioned for him to return to the soft cushion. Seto rubbed the sweat from his brow and waywardly took up position in front of the woman on the floor again. He watched every move she made.
Another soul also settled in the CEO's mind, temporarily halting the pounding in his head. Seth watched the priestess and listened. 'Bitch,' he thought.
Eyes locked in silent understanding Isis began her tale.
"Seth was a boy who always had a strong attraction to objects of great beauty. His love of unusual things could be found in the beauty of a silk flower or the delicate surface of a golden urn. The boy's love of nature was raw and innocent. He could smell the scent of animals' miles away and track them down. Some said the sun and moon set at his bidding and the sky's wept whenever he cried."
'Nonsense,' thought Seto.
"Nonsense, you say," spoke the priestess out loud, amused that he did not believe this to be so. 'Seto was exactly the same; he collected the rare and unusual and lived by his own set of rules, defying all that was holy, including the existence of the Gods,' she thought.
"Just stay out of my head, witch!!!" Kaiba had to have the last word.
Isis rose and reached into a small cabinet in the wall; it appeared she was looking for buried treasures. First she scented the room with fresh incense and next pulled out a small box, studded with fine and rare jewels. Seto eyed the carvings on the box and felt a connection to it. His eyes lit up in recognition of a lost item of long ago.
"Do you recognize this treasure?" Isis asked.
Kaiba refused to answer, because he knew she would say it was a relic of the past and he knew it belonged to him. 'Damn it,' he thought. "Yesssssssss!!!!" He screamed out loud.
"Fine then I will continue my priest." She took the box and placed it in her lap. "As Seth grew in age his appetite for not only pretty objects grew, but turned towards people. As he came into his sexual awakening his love of the flesh was immense and he explored everything. No one dared to stop his activities so he became wild and cruel. The books and pictures left at his disposal were beyond his years, but he explored them anyway.
He became a hunter of both girls and boys, but the whimpers of the young boys, the firmness of their tender loins excited his senses. The raw animal musk which imitated from the boy's body drove the boy over the edge.
Soon the priest tired of the whims from the girls and the false orgasm they were taught to make. It disgusted him so the girls were taken away and sold to slave traders at the docks. Seth kept the beautiful boys with skins of alabaster, pure as the ivory on the trunks of the majestic mammoths; dark as the ebony glistening on polished marble pillars. Seth loved masturbating in front of mirrors or aiding in the act with other boys. He would bring his slave to the burning in their loins and make them plea for release and fulfillment. Often the boys would cry and whimper for the touch of his hand on their cock. His training was flawless.
At the age of fourteen Seth's harem consists of males who were at the mercy of his sexual pleasures. The boy hunted the lands for slaves and often paraded his new captives on chains made of gold and silver for all to see. He became known as the Beast master. Cruel and ruthless, yet the boys were never hungry or in need of shelter. Years passed and on one adventure his personal male servant and whore found a boy of renowned beauty that changed the course of history.
It was written that such a boy existed and would destroy the Beast, but to see it come to pass with such force was unexpected. Jou was his name and he complemented the priest in every way. Tall, but just under the priest chin his body fit neatly against the priest.
As Seth was the darkness, Jou was the light. Seth eyes glisten with the moon light sky and Jou's eyes danced with the sunrise. Dark and bronze from the Egyptian sun Seth skin sparkled. Jou's was softer and slightly tinted as the sands that blew over the lands. Have you ever closed your eyes and felt the softness of silk cloth running though your fingers. Seth often described Jou's hair as the rarest of silk and brushed it lovingly with his fingers. Some say he would sit for hours by the water's edge and curl his tresses around his fingers. Jou would lay with his head in his lap, content but he never truly smiled. The boy always had sadness in his heart and it reflected in the blank expression on his face." For a moment Isis stopped speaking and contemplated her next move.
She opened the box in her lap and handed Kaiba a stone tablet. He almost dropped the five thousand year old drawing.
"Ahhhhhhhh. . . . that's . . . It's impossible," Kaiba gasped. He was looking at a picture of the priest stroking Jou's slender neck and shoulders. It could have easily been Joey at the poolside lying in his arms day dreaming. He flinched at the sight, but clutched the tablet to his chest. Isis continued and allowed Kaiba to keep the tablet; after all it belonged to him.
"They say the beast master never shared this boy with other men, nor allow him to stay in the harem, but kept him close. Jou was a treasure that pleasured the monster and tamed the beast, but this bliss was short lived because others were not so happy. Seth had two wards that he loved as his own sons or whatever his cruel heart called love. It was his desire to give them to Jou, because they made him smile. Bakura, Seth's male servant wanted the twins and would stop at nothing to get them. You see he covert them, just as the Beast desired Jou."Isis spoke above a whisper and Kaiba's interest started to grow.
"Bakura," whispered Seto.
Isis nodded in understanding, Kaiba was starting to believe. "Yes, he is the same. The same twisted soul that stole your virtue in your father's house. Bakura's soul has travel down the age of time; he could never leave his master, they are bound together by evil and blood lust. The sexual desires they shared were strong enough to wake a slumbering priest. Don't take this lightly." Isis voice had taken on a sharp edge. Kaiba needed to see he was not the one at the head of the conference table, but a player.
'I think not . . . . ,' thought Kaiba. "It is revenge and hate that has brought them together," voiced the CEO.
"Perhaps," she removed another tablet, but did not give it to the CEO. With sadness in her heart Isis continued her tale of woe.
"The twins shared a dark secret with the whore; one that could cause the act of beheading if discovered. Seth so involved with his new toy and pleasure slave did not see what his twins and Bakura were doing. The chambers of Seth had turned into a playground for the dirty whore and Seth could not see the shame and evil that surrounded him.
Seth spent hours between Jou's legs, making him climax over and over and drowning in the feel of the boy's thick cock down his throat. The smell and taste of innocent still assaulted his senses. Jou would softly call his name and scream when he climax, tears of shame still running down his cheeks. A part of him needed the cruel beastmaster and he didn't fight his growing feelings for his master. The beast master spent little time in his harem and chaos flourished. His slave Bakura became jealous with envy and completely out of control. He lost sight of his role as servant and he believed the right to take what he wanted was his own.
Yet in his love for the boy he still could not escape the cruel nature of his dark soul. Jou was not allowed to bathe with the others and would often spend time in his private gardens waiting for his master. Sometimes Seth would use the golden rope and tight Jou to a pole or bed for hours. His pleasure in the boy had no bounds.
On the eve of the twins passage into manhood one of the twins disappeared, but his robes where found in a pool of blood in Seth chamber of delights. The other twin never spoke again and some say he died of loneliness. Some say he lay in his brother's arms but survived the tragedy. Parts of the story are in pieces at this point, but it is said Bakura was found wondering the desert mad and insane; driven from the palace never to look upon the face of his master, again. Some say he murdered the twins, forever hiding all the secrets. The bodies of the twins were never found and Jou disappeared or escape." Isis paused lost in thought.
"Darkness covered the land for over one hundred years; such was the grief that surrounded the pharaoh. Now five thousand years later, the beast master is awake; he is saturated in evil. I can say it was Bakura, it was the boy, or it was time, but the reasons are not clear, only the fact he is here," she spoke.
Isis handed Kaiba another tablet and closed her eyes.
"Noooooo," screamed Kaiba. He threw the tablet against the wall, but it only glowed and fell to the floor. The portrait of Seth in the exact flowing pants and loose fitted shirt showed him setting next to Joey. Joey had the same sadness in his eyes as Jou by the water's edge. Seth had won.
"Have courage my priest," she sighed. "The boy cries out to you. Joey is connected to your heart. Is that not so, do you not love him? He is not aware of his past life with you, as it should be . . . too much pain. But this boy has a power stronger than any magic or priest tricks."
"What!" Seto's head started to ache, his brain burned with a fire so intense he wanted to scream. Isis should have paid more attention to Kaiba's physical being, but she was still caught up in the telling of the ancient story. Seto was slipping away, slowly.
"It's his love for you Kaiba. Your answers are not in the past but here in . . . . ." the priestess words were cut short by the madding laughter of Seth.
"Hah. . . Ahh. . . Ahh . . . how dare you betray me for this weakling?" A dark and sinister voice vibrated off of the walls breaking into the ancient story being told by the priestess.
"This can't be. . . . Ra . . . ." She flinched and rocked back on her legs. "The seal it's been broken," Isis whispered. She knew the dark lord walked the earth, but to come and go at will, posed a new danger. To actually see him chilled her soul.
"Seal . . . did you think I would remain a prisoner forever?" Seth's laughter weighted heavy on the priestess heart.
Isis remembered the ritual that locked away the Beastmaster's soul and the promise made by her family to keep him sealed. Yet after five thousand years he was free.
"You've become soft in this time or isn't your hope to change that which you cannot." Seth stood up towering over the priestess. With one swoop of his powerful hand he lifted the woman off her feet and held her high in the air. His hand wrapped around her slender neck and he squeezed gently; enjoying the look of terror on her face.
"I can't kill you, but suffer my hatred and feel my raft. I will not suffer betrayal," Seth hissed in the freight girl's ear. His grip was strong.
"Enough. . . . I tire of this." The words hissed from his mouth. "I want you to see your precious boy as he fades away in the darkest corner of my mind; never to return to the living." Isis fell to the floor unconscious.
"My time has come again and I will have it all. . . . Hah . . . ha-ha . . ." Seth adjusted the hip band on his pants to a dangerously low level just above his loin. The shirt he unbuttoned to the stud on his navel; of which Seto didn't realize he even had a piercing. He ran his hands down his legs enjoying the soft weave of the expensive fabric. Still laughing, Seth left the home of Isis.
The air was cool against the man's skin. Eyes turned as he walked; hips slightly pushed forward, one hand in his pocket. Sex issued from his presence and heads turned admiring the gently sway of his hips. A few of the young boys caught his eye and he flirted with their innocence, yet he didn't have time for play.
The beast master was on a hunt and his prey lay in a hotel room minutes away, waiting for the delights Seth had in store for him. He wanted his precious Jou back and if it meant taking the boy name Joey in the present then so be it.
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Ahhh . . . my body lust . . . . . a smile widen on his face as he turned the handle on the door.
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Sherabo: "Wow it's done!!!"
Joey: "Wake upppppppppp……."
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