Insane
This is a Yu-Gi-Oh FanFiction. It will be a drama, hurt, angst and there will be YAOI and SMUT! So please if you don't like it, do not read it!
The story takes place after the end of Season 5.
Author's note:
Chapter 26 yay!
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Arev
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Seto Kaiba
Now after a week and a half, Atem was fully recovered. He was released from the hospital and got a room at the hotel his friends were staying in. Marik was sick for five days and the only one working at them tomb was Bakura.
"I am sure the "spell" has something to do with him being here." Kaiba kept his eyes locked on the laptop at his desk "hmpf. Well then find out, what this "spell" is!". He turned to face the annoyed white- haired man in front of him. "As you have heard already, I am not an expert in ancient Egyptian magic. Maybe Marik could help you, but …". Kaiba gritted his teeth "bull shit! There is no magic!". The features of his subordinate darkened even more "then, why the fuck, do you keep on digging, why he is here? It is not exactly natural, for someone to be dead for five thousand years and just wake up!".
Seto stopped typing on his laptop, he wasn't sure himself actually. He couldn't just accept, that Atem was back, he wanted to know why – he had closed that chapter of his life already, why was it happening again? "Just go back to work!" Bakura opened his mouth to say something, but figured differently and turned on his heel, back to the tomb.
He crossed his long fingers – he needed to speak to that arrogant bastard again. He was not ready to give up on all this, once he will know of why Atem was back, he could continue with his life in peace. Kaiba stood up and picked up his phone. He waited several seconds, before a voice entered his ear "Yugi Mutou speaking… ". "I want to speak with Atem." He didn't have to ask, if he was there, he knew he was there. They were always together, there was just on exception. "Of course, …" he heard the boy calling for the Pharaoh "yes.", Kaiba could almost see that arrogant face, quirking an eyebrow up. "We need to talk …" he was interrupted by that deep, confidant voice "I am very sure, we need to do that, Kaiba!". He needed all his will not to yell at that self-absorbed bastard "tonight! I will pick you up at eight!", "I will be waiting for you!" the line went dead. Seto squeezed the phone in his hand.
He slowed down, as the hotel came in his sight and he eventually stopped the car in front of it. Of course, Atem was not waiting outside, he played a game with him, a game of patience. Several minutes passed and the short man appeared with a confident smile on his face. He was going to erase that satisfaction one day! Atem approached his car and opened the door "good evening, Kaiba! Did you wait for me long?" he kept his eyes straight up "just get in, already!".
They drove in silence. The Pharaoh observed him from time to time during the ride, but he didn't say anything. They arrived at the restaurant he had chosen for them – Cleopatra. "Quite the fancy place, are you having something special in mind for tonight, Kaiba?" he turned to face him now "of course, I do, why would I want to speak with you otherwise?!". The Pharaoh smiled at him and stepped out of the car. They entered the expensive restaurant – this one was decorated completely in ancient Egyptian style. Every wall, every window, every curtain, carpet, table, chair, chandelier, flour … was beautifully carved, or painted, or embroidered with rich colours, beads, gold, silver, gem stones even.
The waiters were wearing just linen skirts, with golden sashes, their eyes underlined, their heads shaved, or covered with wigs. Beside him Atem gasped, he turned to look at the shorter man. The Pharaoh's eyes were wide, his mouth was slightly opened and his crimson orbs quickly moved from one spot to another. "This … this is all so … familiar …" Kaiba furrowed his eyebrows together "what do you mean?". Atem shifted on his feet and licked his lips "it… reminds me of my home … " to finally look at him with these crimson eyes "it feels like, my memories want to come back to me, but I can't quite grasp them ….". Just before he wanted to say something, a waiter approached them "Mr. Kaiba, your table is ready for you, please follow me." He looked at Atem once more, but the Pharaoh was already walking in front of him, looking around with a stern face.
Once at the table, wine was served. Seto didn't like to drink, he was not that good at it ether. He enjoyed a good alcohol now and then, but it was very rarely for him. However, this was an expensive restaurant and he would be damned if he wouldn't drink the stuff he would pay for. The Pharaoh was sitting in front of him, piercing him, as he took a sip at the red fluid "oh … this is an exquisite wine! Now, Kaiba, what do you want to talk to me about?".
He tried the wine was well, the damn bastard was right! He didn't want to talk around his aims, and he certainly didn't want to spend too much time with him! "I want you to work for me!". Atem put his wine glass down and frowned "what makes you think, I want that?". Now he smiled at the Pharaoh "you have no choice!". The shorter man leaned back and his face darkened "I have no choice?!". Seto glid with his long index finger along the skinny wine glass "yes …" he looked back at him, his eyes narrowing "I would provide you with everything necessary for you to actually survive this life in this timeline.". Atem pressed his lips together "Kaiba, I am very capable of living without your help!".
Kaiba flipped his head up and laughed "are you now, Atem?! Tell me, are you in any way existing as a person on this planet? Are you registered somewhere with a name, gender, place of birth, what you have studied, what you do, insurance …". Atem slammed his hand on the table, making all the cutlery to clink together "stop!". He leaned back satisfied, taking one more sip of his wine, he had him where he wanted him. The Pharaoh pressed his lips together once more and kept silent for several minutes, and he damned enjoyed it, to seal that rude mouth of his.
Finally, Atem spoke, locking his crimson orbs on him "what do you want?". Seto smiled once more, satisfied with the situation "I want you to be the KC's Public Representative, so to say to be the King of the Games.". Atem gasped "but… this title is not entirely mine… Yugi, he …". "Yugi, is already working for me too, he is the manger of the KC Game Shops.". Kaiba leaned towards the shorter man "Marik and Bakura are also working for me, Ishizu and Odion as well.". The Pharaoh's eyebrows furrowed even more "for the one claiming not to live in the past, you are surrounded with people, who used to be beside you back in that time.". "Hmpf, why would I let competent and capable people not work for me?". Atem turned his head to the side, his eyebrows furrowed, he was definitely thinking about it. "What would the Gamers say? I am not Yugi, I don't look like him… not in this body anyways.". Kaiba tilted his head to the side "well, Yugi declined to be the King of the Games, once I have asked him and as he declined, the Public Representative happened to be Mokuba. But my brother has other responsibilities! He has to run a company with me, he can't be there on every tournament, he can't organize everything, so I need someone else and it so happens, your appearance is just perfect for it! People are going to love it, that you resemble Yugi that much!". The shorter man sipped on his wine "it sounds like a very responsible job.". Kaiba smirked "it is, you will be presenting KC after all! Of course, you will need a lot of training, but I am sure, Mokuba will be a great teacher.".
Atem nodded slowly "so if I accept, you will give me an identity in this world?". Now, he smiled to himself - this was one rare moment for him, it felt as if he had the power over him, as if he was his master and, in a way, he was – he was going to be his boss after all. "Yes" Seto simply said and the Pharaoh nodded once more. "We will discuss your identity at the office.", the shorter man looked at him with a stern face "you have an office here?". Kaiba laughed once more "of course, I do! Ishizu and Odion must work somewhere after all! But no, the office in Japan. We will leave next week, I need to finish up some work here.".
Atem
The food was served, Kaiba had picked up everything in advance, since nobody came to take their order. It was delicious and every meal was accompanied with it is own perfectly matched drink. All in all they ate 5 courses, finishing with an amazing desert and a digestive. They didn't really talk too much through the whole dinner. The CEO seemed to be very busy with his thoughts, however Atem caught him staring at him strangely with a look he hadn't seen on that stern face.
Once they finished, he felt quite drunk. He heard a voice next to him and turned his dizzy head to look at the tall man. He noticed now, how Kaiba was dressed – in a dark-blue, fine woven suit, with a black shirt underneath it and a black tie, a fine black leather belt with the KC on it, of course and black dress shoes. A coat was over his shoulders made of dark grey rough material … he looked like a CEO indeed. "Atem?" he blinked several times "sorry, yes, let us go.". Atem tried to stand up, but felt dizzy and unsteady, so he lost his balance and almost felt, but was caught by Kaiba. The touch of that strong arm, drove a jolt through his body and he gasped. He turned to look at these deep-blue orbs – the Brunette's face showed irritation, his cheeks were somehow coloured and his mouth was slightly parted. He swallowed drily, his body was getting hotter and hotter by that closeness "Kaiba …" he whispered. The taller man pulled him up and let go of him, turning away "be more careful, please!". Atem stood there trying to understand what was going on with his body, his head, his heart … just as this restaurant had made him feel something, made him try to remember something, Kaiba's touch it seemed had the same effect, but why? Somehow, he wanted to be touched by him again, he wanted to feel that strong arm, these long fingers, that handsome face so close to his …
Kaiba was already sitting in the car, as he came out. But this time, he was sitting in the back of it, so he joined him "you are not driving?". The CEO straitened his coat "I don't drive, when I drink.". They drove in silence once more, sitting next to each other.
At some point the car slowed down and stopped "this is you. Good night, Atem.". He hesitated, he didn't want to leave now – this was the first time they had such a time together … ever. And it felt natural, they didn't fight, hell they didn't even argue. They had dinner like normal people, maybe even as friends? "Kaiba … thank you for …" he got interrupted "thank me, when everything works out, there is no need now!". He turned to face the businessman "but, I mean it… I may not know, why I am here … but it seems like I am back to live a new life, maybe…". "Hmpf … now you finally got it!" Kaiba looked at him now with his icy-blue eyes. And suddenly, something entered his memories "my Pharaoh …" – deep-blue eyes were piercing him with passion, a face flushed and sweaty, brown hair messy, in candle light … "Atem?" he clutched his shirt and tried to breath normally, what was that? Why did Seth appear before him like that? Or was that some kind of an illusion? A trick of his mind, because he was so drunk now? He blinked quickly, clearing his gaze and turned his eyes on the CEO, who looked at him with a stern face.
That face, he reached a hand and brushed the harsh-shaped jaw line. Kaiba gasped and jerked back "what the fuck, are you doing?!" came out, almost a whisper. Atem didn't know, but somehow it felt right, he leaned towards the taller man, pressing his hot body against him. "Kaiba …" their faces were just centimetres away now. He could feel Kaiba's strong body tense underneath him, his breathing quickening. The CEO gritted his teeth and pulled his head back as much as possible, his eyes widened in shock, as Atem leaned even closer. "Stop, don…!" Kaiba's voice cracked, as he traced his jaw line once more and turned his head to press their lips together "uhmpf… " a sweet, mind blurring taste overcame him, but suddenly he was pushed back violently "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?". Atem crashed at the car's door by the force of the push. He was perplexed by Seto's reaction – why was he so angry? "Kaiba, what …?" but the taller man had exited the car, so he followed his lead.
"Good night, Atem!" the CEO stood there, tall and straight his back turned to him. He wanted to look at his face, he wanted to know, how he felt, but it seemed, as if the businessman was done for the tonight.
Seto Kaiba
"Good night, Kaiba" he was relieved the bastard, didn't insist on talking to him. He pulled his coat tighter, it was cold in the night in Egypt indeed. He sat in the car once more, but this time in the front "my office, Roland.", "yes, sir!".
Kaiba watched through the window of his car – what had just happened? He noticed that Atem was drunk, but such behaviour? Never, never till now was there such kind of tension between them! It was always about the game back in the past, about who can win it, who is the better one, the victorious one … and now, what had changed? Did that arrogant bastard need to win in other fields – kissing him out of nowhere?! Seto reached for his lips and brushed at them gently, Atem's strong scent had completely blurred his senses, images had flashed before his eyes, images that were not possible, images he had dreamed of some nights, before they dug him out. He was just powerless, as he felt the Pharaoh pressing against him …
Kaiba was never touched intimately by anyone till now. He had his needs of course, but it was nothing he couldn't handle himself. Just no one had ever caught his attention and there were thousands of women and men that had approached him, trying to impress him with their looks, or richness, with their power and connections. But he was just not interested in all of that, neither in the benefits they brought with them nor in their looks, he had never felt excited by anything in this way, only when he played against … Kaiba gasped and covered his mouth… feelings sick to his core.
The car pulled over "we are here Kaiba San." He nodded and quickly ripped the door open to step out of it, wobbling, almost falling as he found hold at one bench nearby. He sat on it, his body shaking, huffing, as he covered his face – what was wrong with him?! Feelings excited just by playing against that arrogant bastard … was that true - that couldn't be. But he knew, he felt the most alive, when they fought "shit!". Kaiba once more touched his lips, this just couldn't be, Atem was his rival, nothing more!
Roland had also stepped out of the car and was waiting patiently in a respectful distance, for him to calm down. It took him several more minutes to clear his head, the cold air was doing a great job and once his heart started beating normally, he looked up "we will be leaving for Japan, next week. Be sure, to prepare the Jet. Call Mokuba and brief him about our arrival, I need to talk to him, once we are there, so he should find an appointment for me." He stood up "call a meeting for Tuesday at 10 o'clock. I want everybody in it, who work for KC including Atem.". The green haired man nodded.
Kaiba turned his head to the stars – so magnificent and so far away …