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Imprisoned Rose
Chapter Two: Seth?
Seto Kaiba sighed as he made his way down the street. His silver briefcase was beginning to weigh down in his hand causing it to ache. Groaning, he shifted the dead weight to the other hand.
Work was too much sometimes. He knew that being the head of Kaiba Corp. had its perks. He had more money then he sometimes knew what to do with. People all over would bend over backwards just to see that he got his way and was pleased with the results.
But with the idolization of many came the loss of the one he was most important too, his little brother Mokuba. With being at work all the time he was never there for his younger sibling and he knew that that was hurting their relationship. His brother used to follow him every where when they were younger. But now when he came home late, he wasn't up waiting for him. And when Seto told him that he couldn't go to the park with him, or the mall on the weekend he no longer burst into tears. Now he just shrugged and said he'd get someone else to go with him.
Although Seto was glad to see his little brother getting his own life, it hurt know that Mokuba was becoming cold and distant like himself. He sighed to himself and glared down a passerby who gave him an odd look.
Sometimes he felt as though he didn't belong amongst these people, like he was missing something important in his life. Maybe he was. He had never been in love. Work took up too much of his time to allow him a social life, so dating was out of the question. Mokuba had given up on setting him up a long time ago convinced that Seto was determined to live the rest of his life alone.
Turning his blue gaze up to the overcast sky, he began to wonder. Did he really want to spend the rest of his time on earth alone? Is that why he scared off all the women that Mokuba conned him into going to dinner with? Life was too confusing.
A sudden rain began to splatter lightly on his face. He knew he should really call a limo to come pick him up but the rain was so relaxing. Walking in it sounded like a great idea.
Seto knew if anyone saw him at the moment his reputation as a hard ass would shatter and he would never be able to put the pieces back together but he didn't care. He was only allowed these guilty pleasures so often and he was determined to make the best of it. Taking the short cut through the park Seto sighed. Nothing could go wrong today.
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Darkness, crushing in around him. Pain flared to life in his limbs, screaming out at the lack of use. He flinched trying to move the throbbing limbs but found that he could hardly tell where his hand was from his foot.
But he could feel. It had been too long since he had felt anything but a numbing coldness. He had long forgotten anything about himself or those that he once knew. A fog had settled over his mind making him blissfully unaware of anything at all.
He felt his body being shaken. Who could touching him? No one was supposed to know where his body slept. No one except…
A warm voice swept over his mind and heart. The voice was so familiar, like a memory from the past. He flinched once more, trying to force his eyes to open. He needed to see the face that belonged to that beautiful voice. His eyes fluttered open and he saw something he waited thousands of years to see.
The beautiful blue eyes of…
"Seth?"
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Seto held in a gasp when the sharp crimson orbs turned on him and muttered a single word. It sounded so much like his own name, yet wasn't. The man quickly sat up, moving with more speed then someone who had just woken up should have.
Seto wasn't exactly sure what had drawn him over to this man. He had been taking his short cut through the park when he saw the man sitting up against a tree. At first glance he appeared to be sleeping. But when Seto got closer he could see lines of pain tightening on his features. Curiosity and worry had gotten the better of him and he came over to make sure that the sleeping man was okay.
That was when he slowly woke up and pinned him to his spot with his sharp crimson eyes. He drew in a gasping breath before speaking.
"Seth?"
Seto pulled back. Seth? That name was so much like his own. But how could this stranger come up with a guess that was even remotely close. Seto could do nothing more then watch the stranger with wide blue eyes.
Said stranger was already starting to slip back into the sleep that had claimed his soul for so long. His crimson eyes grew fuzzy. Drawing in a gasping breath, he raised his hand to Seto's face. He wouldn't allow himself to fall into the darkness without touching his love's face one last time.
Seto jerked back to reality after feeling the faint touch of the man's fingers on his cheek. He quickly looked down and locked onto the fading eyes. His breath caught in his throat. The mysterious man was fainting again. Seto jumped and shook him lightly.
"Wait!" Seto yelped. "Stay awake! Tell me who you are! Where can I take you?"
The man muttered a weak groan before whispering another word.
"Seth…"
Seto sighed angrily as the man went limp in his arms. Great, here he thought he would have an easier time going through the park and this complication came up. He reached into his trench coat and pulled out his cell phone. But just as he was about to flip open the cover and dial for help when the man groaned and shifted beside him.
"Don't leave me," He whimpered, curling up against Seto in his sleep, "Don't leave me again Seth."
Seto sighed and put the phone back in his pocket. He couldn't just dump this man in the hands of some anonymous paramedic. By some cruel fate this man thought that Seto was his long lost lover or something. Obligation rode hard on his heart. Growling, he picked up the man. He had no other choice but to bring him back to his place. The man shifted in his arms and clutched onto Seto's shirt, sighing deeply. This action softened Seto's heart and he felt his anger float away. It wasn't the other's fault that he looked so much like this Seth person.
He began walking towards his mansion, keeping said stranger tucked close to his chest. Every so often he would moan in his sleep and clutch at his shirt. A heat rose up in Seto's cheek. Please God don't let any of his rivals or reporters catch him. He'd never be able to live it down and it would take the rest of his life to save his reputation and career.
The walk seemed to take forever. With the stranger frequently touching random spots on his chest he felt an unusual heat rising in his face. When his house rose up in front of him, Seto was positive it was the best moment in his life. He glanced down at the man in his arms, noticing how his features were drawn together in what appeared to be pain. He whimpered slightly, his finger's tightening around Seto's shirt.
"Take it easy." Seto whispered, trying to calm the man before he tore a whole in his new shirt. "We're almost there. I assure you nothing's going to happen."
At hearing his voice, the man immediately relaxed. His features smoothed out and he sighed, rubbing his face against Seto's chest. He made a noise that Seto could only compare to a feline purring.
"Seth." He sighed deeply.
Seto groaned as he walked up the steps and into his house. Was 'Seth' the only word this man knew? He couldn't wait till he woke up so Seto could send him on his way and be done with this whole confusing ordeal.
Walking through the living room, Seto slowed to a stop. He knew he should get the man to a guest room but something wasn't right. There was something out of place in his house, something wrong. It was too quiet. Mokuba should be running around his legs laughing and shouting about everything great that had happened to him at school. Seto gently laid the man on the couch and turned towards the kitchen.
"Mokuba!" He called out, hoping that a black blur would jump out any moment and wrap itself around his knees. But nothing did. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he quickly glanced to see the man still sleeping and headed towards the stairs that led upstairs.
No sound filtered down the large hallways. This wasn't right. Mokuba didn't know how to be quiet. He made a hobby out of making noise. This silence seems somewhat…eerie. Seto peered into his little brother's room and found it empty. Now he was worried. Grinding his teeth, Seto crossed his arms over his chest and stopped to think. That was when he heard it. The scream from the living room followed by a loud crash. Seto stiffened and then turn and ran towards the scream.
"Mokuba." He breathed.
When Seto burst into the living room he saw an odd sight. The man from the park was crouching on the coffee table, perched near the end. His position kept Mokuba pressed into one of the leather armchairs. His purple eyes were open wide and filled with fear. But what Seto noticed was the man from the park.
He was perched on the end of the coffee table, looking like the stone cravings always seen on the old buildings. His ruby eyes were narrowed as he looked the small Kaiba brother up and down. His breathing was ragged and every so often a noise that sound like a low growl rumbled out of his throat. He reached out with a thin hand and roughly poked Mokuba in the stomach. Mokuba let out a squeak and jerked back. This one movement seemed to upset the man greatly. He let out a howling cry and scooted backwards on the table. His eyes that had just been so scrutinizing were now filled with fear.
The table ended and the man fell off letting out a loud yelp of surprise. He began to fail about, growls and whimpers escaping him. His cries reached a pleading tone and Seto lurched forward. As soon as the man saw him he let a distressed cry, like a young calling to its mother, and reached out with a trembling hand.
"Seth." He whimpered, his entire body trembling with fear.
Seto didn't have the heart to correct him at the moment. Instead he picked him up off the ground and replaced him on the couch. His thin arms snaked around Seto's waist and buried his face in his chest. Seto groaned but lightly stroked the man's tri-colored hair.
"Seto?" Mokuba asked, taking a careful step towards his older brother. "Seto what's going on? Who's that guy?"
It finally occurred to him that he had no idea who this guy was. He slipped a finger under the man's chin and raised his head so that they were looking at each. The whimpered and let a shudder run down his spine. Seto ignored and decided it was time to get some answers.
"What's your name?" He asked, deciding to get straight to the point.
The man purred again and breathed deep. Seto was almost positive he was about to reach up and press their lips together. Instead the man spoke.
"Y-Yami." The word came out rough, as if he hadn't spoken it in years.
Seto's eyes widened. Yami? Why did that name sound so familiar? It was like something had reached out and grabbed a part of him that he no longer remembered. He felt like some unknown figuring was stroking some part of him, trying desperately to bring it back to life.
Yami suddenly poked him hard in the chest and smiled broadly. His crimson eyes were flashing with laughter and a deep happiness.
"Seth!" He chirped, and then buried his face in Seto's chest, nuzzling his way into his warmth.
"No," Mokuba took another step towards the duo, thoroughly upset with the way this stranger was fondling his brother. "That's Seto, my big brother."
When Mokuba reached the couple Yami turned on him and bared his teeth. A snarl rose up in his throat and came out as a deep growl. Mokuba jumped back when Yami snapped at him. His eyes were wide with fear and shock. He had actually snapped at him, like a dog protecting its territory.
"Seth mine!" He growled, his grip tightening on Seto's shirt.
Seto was taken aback by this string of actions. There was definetly something wrong with this man. He couldn't be sane. Maybe he had escaped from a nearby hospitals psyche ward. That would explain the odd white robes he wore. But it wouldn't explain why he felt such a pull towards Yami and why Yami felt this urge to protect him.
"My name is Seto." He finally told the growling Yami. "Not Seth."
Yami's head jerked towards him, his crimson eyes wide. Seto was sure he could see down into Yami's soul, see the heartbreak that was slowly filling up the mentally unstable man. Tears filled the sharp eyes and trailed down his cheeks. His body began trembling as both his hands gripped the front of Seto's shirt.
"Seth!" He sobbed, the tears making thick tracks down his face. "Seth! Seth! Seth! Seth mine! Mine!"
Yami collapsed against Seto's chest, sobs racking his thin frame. Seto raised his arms to wrap around him in an awkward hug. Once in the embrace, Yami immediately calmed down. His sobs faded of to whimpers. Seto resorted to whispering soothing phrases to the disturbed man, hoping it would keep him calm. It worked like a charm and soon Yami was sleeping in his lap.
Mokuba sat on the couch beside his brother but still kept a watchful eye on Yami, looking for any signs that he was waking up. But his eyes remained tightly closed. Ensured of his safety, Mokuba turned his eyes to his brother's shocked face.
"Seto, what is going on?" He asked quietly.
Seto looked down at Yami's sleeping face and all answers seemed to flee him. He could only think of one way to answer his younger brother, and it didn't reassure him at all.
"I don't know Mokuba." He sighed. "I just don't know."
Argh! Another shitty chapter!! But I'm hoping that answers any questions on what was meant for Yami's end of the bargain in the first chapter. I'm hoping the next chapter is more fun and light. It's going to deal more with Yami and Mokuba's rough relationship and the fact that the mental disturbed Yami just won't believe that Seto isn't Seth! And what happens when Seto id forced to bring Yami shopping? All hell is about to break loose in the Kaiba household.
I'm also still looking for good Seto/Yami fics and fan art. Please send me your story link or fan art site if you have any good ones or get in contact with my partner in crime Deadly Dreamers (deadlydreamers@aol.com) .
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