A/n: Just because some questions were asked by my beta, I figure I should explain some things. 1. This is not se in or near Japan, so family (last) names will come last. 2. Eire is what Ireland was called a long time ago, like around when the dryads were there… before it was conquered by first the Roman, though it was still called Eire after that for a long time. So if that is Eire, then were Seto and Otogi are can be considered Gaul (France) if you want to. Though I'm just screwing around with history to begin with, so you don't have to call or think of it as such.

I have a 4.1 GPA on a 5.0 scale... I had a 4.8 GPA last year.

Warnings: bastardization of World History. Shonen-ai will be making its way in probably in the next chapter. *Blinks* there's an angry mob in here to...

Dedication: this is dedicated to Bat, just cuz he's sweet and I likes to glomp him and he listens to me rant a lot *glomps bat* and this is also dedicated to PM for being a great Beta.

Disclaimer: see this modem? I own it. See this shoe? I own it. See this Harry Potter movie with Sean Biggerstaff? I own it. See this pen? I own it. See this copyright to Yu-gi-oh? NO? That means I don't own it.

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The young man leaning against the wall sniffed disdainfully as he watched the other people scurrying around, playing the part of the insignificant creatures that they were. He could hardly stand them, with their prejudices and stuck up airs. They were all alike, and that was how they wanted it. They wanted everyone to be "normal", to not have inexplicable abilities and talents, to not have the blood of the fae running through their veins. Even worse, at least to them, was being a supernatural creature, of being wholly fae or a were-creature or one of the myriad half-human creatures. The worse thing though, was those willing to use the powers of magick, such as a witch or a mage.

If only they knew, the young man thought. If only they knew.

The young man smirked as he brushed his brown hair away from his cerulean blue eyes. One of the richest men in the whole kingdom, cousin to the king, and considered as "Normal" as you could get, he was one of the rarest super-natural creatures. So rare, he was to be considered just a legend even by the fae. He was a daywalker, a vampire who could walk in daylight and whose reflection could be seen in a mirror.

The man left his position leaning against the wall and started to walk home. It was almost time for Mokuba's dinner.

He walked through the crowds, only stopping when a mob swept through the plaza he had just entered, chanting, "Kill the Other, Kill the Other, Kill the Other."

He followed the mob, and watched as a young man was brought forward, dragged by an old man and some middle-aged men. He was bruised and cut from many wounds. The young man looked to be at least a year, more likely two or three, younger then him.

He pushed his way to the front of the crowd, to the young man, and just looked into pleading emerald green eyes for seconds that seemed to stretch on for eternity.

"What did he do to deserve this punishment?" he finally asked the old man.

The old man looked in shock at the blue-eyed man. No one ever asked that question before when he had charged someone as being an Other.

"What did he do? He is an Other. A magick-user at that."

"Do you have proof?" the blue-eyed man asked.

"Why would I need proof? He is the son of a witch."

"Then let him go," the blue-eyed man demanded.

"On whose orders? The kings?" the old man asked with a smirk.

"No, on MY orders. I am Lord Seto Kaiba. The law states that if the only reason a person is declared Other is because of his or her parent being Other is because of parentage, then the one claiming the child is Other will be fined 25 silver coins. If the claim of Other results in said child being killed, the claimant will be charged with murder and sentenced to the pits as befitting a child-murderer."

The old man paled when he heard the young man before him speak, and with each word became paler as the crowd grew silent. He knew that the crowd would not help him.

The crowd watched as the old man suddenly fell to his knees and begged the young man, no, young lord to spare his life. They held their breaths, as the young lord seemed to consider it before he shook his head once. "No, your actions nearly caused the death of an innocent. You will be fined 30 gold coins for your transgression."

Seto looked at the black-haired boy, seemingly debating with himself before he reached forward and freed the boy from his bonds.

"You can come home with me," Seto said to the boy.

He turned on his heel and started once more for his home, knowing the boy would follow him home. He would have to, as his looks and clothes marked him as a foreigner and foreigners were not to be trusted.

The young man followed, allowing the proper distance between a commoner and a noble. Seto allowed the space until they were several streets away from the mob when he then motioned for the boy to walk next to him. The two walked silently together while listening to the bustling city, the shouts of merchants, the thundering footsteps of some of the Guard chasing a thief, and the clip-clop of hooves, be it goat, horse, or cow.

"What's your name?" Seto finally asked.

"Otogi," the boy answered.

Seto didn't speak again as he lead Otogi to a small mansion set in a large lot of land. It spread over 100 acres, with flowers and trees and several small ponds and a large lake. There was a small creek meandering alongside the dirt path Seto led Otogi down.

When they finally reached the door, Seto abruptly glared at Otogi. "I don't care if you are Other or Normal or a freak of nature... but if you harm my brother, I will kill you."

Otogi didn't seem to react though he did nod his head to show that he had heard Seto.

The proceeded to the library, where Seto summoned a servant to bring some salves and bandages to dress Otogi's wounds. While the maid washed the blood off his face, another brushed his black hair and a manservant brought in a change of clothes for both Seto and Otogi. Both changed quickly, though Otogi's clothes were obviously of lesser quality then Seto's.

As soon as both were changed, Seto lead Otogi to the informal dining room, where a small boy was waiting.

"Big brother, you're home," the child said, looking as if he wanted to run and jump up into his brother's arms.

"Yes, I am. Mokuba, this is Otogi. Otogi, Mokuba. Sit and let's eat."

Nothing was said during the meal, except for "Please pass…" and "thank-yous."

After dinner, Seto followed Mokuba into a parlor, knowing that Otogi had followed.

Seto abruptly spoke, "Otogi, I know you aren't a Normal. I can sense it from you. Mokuba, however, is a Normal. As for me, I will tell you after you speak."

Otogi seemed to consider what he was going to say before finally speaking, "My mother is a witch, and I am a magick-user. My mother knew she wasn't strong enough to train me, so she found someone who was and would take me as an apprentice. My new master was named Mahaado, and his lover was a selkie named Yuki. Both are very kind to me.

"However, I received a message from my mother. She was dying. At the same time, Mahaado received word that he had to go to Eire because something was going to happen to the king and the queen. I arrived at my mother's house to spend just a day with her before she died. I handled the arrangements for the funeral and was going to leave yesterday, but that old man grabbed me. After a day he decided to "drive the evil" out of the city, so he was taking me to be killed, and then you show up. I've been gone for a month, and I would like to go home."

Seto nodded at the end of Otogi's mini-speech, but didn't say anything, just staring at Otogi's neck, at the pulse moving underneath the skin.



Otogi finally spoke, impatiently, "Well, what are you?"

Seto smirked as he answered, "I am a legend, a vampire legend. I am a daywalker. I can walk in the daylight and see my reflection in a mirror."

Otogi looked in shock at Seto; not knowing how to reply to that, before even the chance of a reply disappeared.

"I have to go out tonight, please do not leave the property if you want to remain safe." Seto said.

Reviewers:

Batwings: *grins* I have a very active imagination… *blinks* it comes from the frequent groundings I receive.

Pikachumaniac: *grins* You just like the whole Yami!prostitute thing.

Blue September: yes, poor Yuki. As for Yami and Yugi, I figure the ages to be Yami is 15-16 and Yugi is 12-13. WARNING: *spoiler* This will be shown later on, but Yami was nearly murdered after a kidnapping, so he and Yugi were sent to a safe haven, but before they went, Mahaado erased their memories so they wouldn't accidentally say anything especially a six year old Yugi.