Disclaimer: I don't own YGO. Nope, not mine, but I sure wish it was.
WARNING:
Yaoi – Yami/Seto pairing so don't read any further if you don't like that sort of stuff.
Rated R – Some references to sexual activity and the mention of last chapters little episode with some chains and a desk. Again, I'd read my mother this chapter.
A/U setting – some things are different, but that happens. Sentra, surrounding space stations and sister planets are mine. I'll share with anyone who asks.
A/N: I couldn't figure out what was happening this chapter. I sat down to accomplish one thing and got this instead. Not much going on. Kaiba is thinking, remembering, and putting some things together. Not really angst, but lots of info – what we like to call a data-dump in the publishing industry. However, the boys are demanding a date, followed by a shower scene and then some more intrigue. Not sure how long it'll take to get all that worked out.
Music: Weiß kruez: Soulfull Live
Thanks for all the wonderful reviews. Hope this doesn't bore everyone.
Enjoy,
~Kay
New Games
Chapter 11: Kaiba Unchained
by Kyrenea
The underground transport sped along at a smooth pace, the tunnel lights flashing past the windows as Seto Kaiba looked out the window with unfocused eyes. He rubbed his right knee, winching at the slight sting from the bruise and scrap he'd given himself.
Yami hadn't come for a visit in the two days since he'd left Kaiba chained to the desk. He still couldn't believe Yami's punishment. It wasn't like leaving for Antares had been his doing alone. There were a handful of idiots on Antares at CORE more deserving of being chained to a desk than he was.
He'd been furious with the minx for leaving him spread naked across the desk. Thank the gods Yami had arranged the little stunt for the one time of day when the building was virtually empty. He'd thrashed in rage, jerking at the chains until his knee had collided with the desk's polished edge.
The stinging pain had made him stop to consider the options. Kaiba knew from past experience Yami wouldn't leave him without a means of escape. He just had to find that means before the blast screens timed out and returned to their standby mode.
Damn the glass walls.
He'd have to fix that problem.
After studying the restraints, he realized one had the slightest amount of slack. A few minutes of wiggling around managed to get his knees up on the desk and his body into a crawling position. Scooting forward had given him the leverage to get the little key between his lips. In typical Yami fashion, the arm with the most slack hadn't held the cuff belonging to the key.
Kaiba had finally managed to get his arms free. The miracle had been accomplishing the task without taking a noise dive off the desk. He'd put on the change of clothes he kept at the office, collected the torn shirt and discarded pants and made a hasty retreat out the escape tunnel.
At home he'd found Yami's version of a make-up kiss. The crop, silk ties, blindfold and gloves had been replaced with a set of red leather pants, black dress shirt and a bouquet of blue, violet and white Reptilian Night Bloomers.
He'd put the flowers in water and set them in the center of the living room table. The next day, he'd come home to find a chocker of chain silver with amethyst and blue topaz crystals woven between the links wrapped around the base of the arrangement.
On a whim, he'd gone into the closet and realized the chocker matched one of the newly paired outfits. It also matched a belt, ankle chain and bracelet set. Thinking nothing of the occurrence, he'd put away the jewelry and gone to bed.
He'd arrived at Kaiba Foundation this morning to find a dinner reservation card sitting in the center of his desk. It was Yami's favorite downside establishment. One owned by his grandfather's estate and thus safe sneering purest.
He'd added a hand written message to the card: "Don't forget the jewelry, Pet."
Typical.
It may have been a normal date by most couple's standards, but Yami always made plans without consulting Kaiba. He also had the annoying habit of setting out Kaiba's clothes.
Kaiba knew better than to ignore the invitation and instructions. He'd just assume not find himself chained to the desk without the privacy of the blast screens.
So Kaiba had left the office early, wanting to arrive home with enough time to shower before changing. The luxury car was full during the early afternoon hour. A group of small children ran about in the aisle.
Kids.
Yami loved kids.
Amazing, considering that his own childhood had been filled with nurses, nannies, tutors and instructors. Counstal Muto had hidden him away, drilling strength of will into the boy that would carry him through life. Yami's childhood had been spent preparing him to lead a society that would just assume ignore him.
It accounted for the attitude, but not his tenderness towards children. Anytime they went out, Yami would stop to talk with and purchase small trinkets for those that looked less than spoiled. Maybe growing up without the love of parents had made him sympathetic to the needs of the lost, neglected and lonely?
Kaiba held a strong sense of pride for his partner. Yami's greatest gift to Sentra had nothing to do with his CORE assignments. It was a renovated Academy training facility outside Vlashmire Province.
Shortly after his first, ill-fated trip to Sanctuary, Kaiba had learned Yami lead two secret lives. To protect his cover, Mai had insisted he keep a permanent room and provide services to the club's patrons. Yami had agreed, but only if his rules were followed.
Mai selected only high dollar clients, with no CORE record.
The clients never entered his bed.
Yami would never strip down to bare skin.
While he'd beat them with pleasure, he wouldn't fuck or be fucked.
The transferred funds never hit the Sanctuary account.
Recognizing a losing battle, Mai had agreed and set Yami up with a select group of clients that could follow the rules. He'd gotten popular quickly with those that thrived on physical pain as a means to sexual satisfaction.
Kaiba had grown paranoid over the gifts Yami started receiving.
Yami had laughed, brushing his hair from his eyes and kissing him fully on the lips. "Only your gifts catch my eye, Seto Love."
Every credit, and gift of services went to Vlashmire Province. The money was used to operate an orphanage. The kids received a home, school facility, clothing, food, toys and an allowance fund towards higher education.
Kaiba had been with Yami to visit the orphanage once. The rundown Academy complex no longer held the stiff appearance of a military installation. A team of top architects had been brought in for the job. The funds and time had been put to a good use.
Their tour of the facility hadn't gotten beyond the front gate. The kids had flocked about Yami, leading the small man away to the play yard. He'd watched in fascination as Yami spent an afternoon playing games, reading, painting and building block towers.
The experience was new to Kaiba. While he'd had parents, he'd missed out on the simple pleasures of childhood.
Pleasures that Yami had held in plenty. Counstal Muto may have hidden his grandchild away, but he'd never neglected the boy's emotional health or development.
The kids at Vlashmire Province were cut from the same cloth as Yami. They'd been left behind, stranded on a distant planet without a heritage and without a place or purpose.
The Threshold Wars had been the worst military conflict Earth had ever found herself in. It was something the planet hadn't been prepared for. They had attained space travel only to stumble across an intergalactic war at the height of conflict. Sentra had come to their aid, taken in refugees and helped support their defenses.
After the war's end, CORE Council had pulled out, leaving them to rebuild their own society and breaking provisions the Council Order had built. To add insult to injury, Kaiba Foundation had been at the head of the anti-Terran activities building around the Senturan Net.
Seto Kaiba's blood held the remains of a family that had cheated Earth out of her salvation. Now he struggled to keep her descendants from paying for his ancestors' crimes at the price of their blood.
For generations the two strongest families on Sentra had battled for control of the CORE. The Muto Family Federation and the Kaiba Foundation had stood on opposite ends of every political and military decision made in the last one hundred years.
The Threshold Wars had stopped, but the battles had continued until one Gozaburo Kaiba had been found in a pool of congealing blood. Kaiba Foundation had continued to sluggishly operate under the stewardship of Seto's mother until his eighteenth birthday. On that day, he'd demolished the board, sealed the building and removed his mother's authority from the accounts.
He'd turned his back on a legacy of treason, death, turmoil and destruction.
He'd stood on borrowed strength and rebuilt Kaiba Foundation in the reverse image of what had existed before. In time, the hidden accounts and transfer records for weapons shipments and slave ships had been uncovered. With the knowledge of Kaiba Foundation's real purposes had come the sickening truth of his father's varied and lecherous affairs.
He'd spent the night sick in the bathroom, Yami holding his shaking frame, rocking him back forth as a mother would comfort her small child.
His protector.
His guardian.
Kaiba Foundation's newest ruler didn't need an army of bodyguards, not when he kept a walking weapon in his bed.
Yami had systematically removed every threat to come Kaiba's way since he'd taken over the reigns of his father's empire. One by one, the supporters of Gozaburo Kaiba were turning up missing, dead or otherwise. They never discussed the facts, but Kaiba knew what Yami was doing those nights he stayed away when between targets.
But tonight Yami was his.
Tonight they had a date.
Tonight, he'd be on his best behavior and try to remain unchained.
P.S.
What that too much? I got the feeling that Yami was coming off mean spirited and hostile instead of just pissy at times. He's really not a bad guy. He just has to maintain appearances. He also has some serious family baggage to haul around – but more of that to come…
Hope this found everyone happy and well ~Kay
