Chapter Two--Confusion
Warnings are contained in the description of the fic, so don't bug me.
By the way, I don't own anything in here, except the 'character' of Seth, meaning the personality I've given him.
Xanadu*, the local trance club, the fallout shelter for homosexual teens became Yami's weekly ritual. Anything to ease his mind of recent events. Yugi had finally confessed his crush on Anzu and the two had been dating for three months now. Unfortunately his aibou was unaware of his friend's hidden motive-she wanted to get with him as well.
At first, Yami politely declined and deflected her advances, and had even pretended to not be bothered by her confession that her and Yugi's relationship had progressed to a sexual level. He was insulted and hurt that his little light would keep something so important from him, and eventually re-directed his ire in the brunette's direction, meaning he now out-and-out snubbed her, which pissed her off to no end.
She still pursued him though, not really caring about his opinion, or obvious distaste.
Yami scrubbed a hand over his face in annoyance. I came here to relax, right? He thought to himself. His aibou had no idea he was here, and neither did Sugoroku (who was well aware of his existance and accepted it well enough). Jii-san had given Yami a curfew, which was too early for the spirit's liking. He wasn't a child, even though he was technically seventeen. He was old enough to rule a country, (which had control over most of the world at that time), have a lover, several wives and children, wield powerful shadow magic, perform public executions, and yet be still young enough to have his strings attached to home, which led to him having to be at said home at midnight. Killing was illegal, civil unrest would result of him sending people to the shadow realm or destroying particularly annoying things in his way, and having a concubine on the side of having a wife or twenty AND hundreds of children (like he was supposed to) was, in this world, completely and uttertly morally wrong. The irony was unbearable to him.
Naturally, he began to crave freedom. He never really had it before, since he performed his duties out of necessity and tradition, which depressed him even more. He had always been a slave to society, to SOMETHING other than his own beliefs. He had gone through the motions in his previous life believing that he was a god on earth, and his associates told him so. All but one.
His high priest.
He hated that bastard.
At least that's how it was at first. Seth went out of his way to antagonize the holy hell out of him, and got a cheap chuckle out of it as well. The problem was, Yami found he actually enjoyed the priest's company, and Seth got less and less irritating as time wore on. Yami was sixteen then.
By the next season, Seth had somehow transformed from being a perpetual thorn in his side to a passionate lover and considerate companion whom Yami would throw a fit if he wasn't nearby at all times, and that was not something his court really wanted to see. Seth usually stabbed someone or would sit in the corner with his scrolls and study, but would really be seething and/or pouting. So the two of them were left to themselves and the other priests were satisfied since Yami had already produced an heir. Several of them. So all was well.
Later, something had happned between to two of them that Yami couldn't remember, which led to their parting ways, and Seth's attempted seige on the throne. It also led to his lover's death somehow, though Yami could not remember if he killed himself or otherwise, and it had been particularly heart-wrenching to think that he, as pharaoh, would have had the duty of beheading him.
With that in mind, Yami resolved to get as drunk as Malik and Jounouchi wanted him to, and have an all purpose stupidly fun time. Seth was dead, and there was nothing he could do. He had hoped Seto Kaiba would regain his memories as the High Priest, and come back to him, but he realized that such a thing was merely a romantic dream, brought on by his confusion and loneliness.
"Yami?" Malik asked, draping himself over the former pharaoh's shoulders and pushing a glass of brown liquid under his nose. "What's wrong baby? You're just standin' here like a statue. C'mon and dance with me."
Malik was drunk already. How long had he been standing there feeling sorry for himself?
Yami took the glass from Malik and smiled at the intoxicated teen. Since his other personality had been destroyed he was one of the Yugi-tachi, and got along well enough with most of them, except for Anzu and Honda. Mai thought he was the hottest thing on two legs, and the egyptian boy relished the attention, and kept up the false pretense the he and his usual fuck-buddy Jounouchi, were straight. It worked way too well, since even Bakura was unaware, who would blow several different fuses if he found out what his best friend (yes, you heard me) was doing, and it was apparent that the two of them had not-so-innocently shared a bed on more than one occasion. Malik wearing Bakura's trademark baby-blue silk shirt to the mall one day was one of the more obvious hints, as well as the bites on his neck.
Jounouchi came over from the crowd and peeled the boy off Yami's body. Malik immediately latched onto him and he ruffled his hair gently. "Yami, don't jus' stand there. Dance or something-we're supposed to be havin' a good time here!" He exclaimed, giving Yami a squeeze around the waist.
Yami sipped his drink, wincing as it burned his mouth and throat. Why this place didn't get shut down for selling to minors he'd never know. "I will eventually. I don't feel like doing anything just yet."
Malik giggled. "I know what's wrong with you-you need to get laid....bad. I'll be more than happy to fix that problem..." He gave Yami a suggestive smile and winked. Yami rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance, and went to go sit in a booth on the side of the dance floor.
"Mal, you are such a whore..." Jounouchi said, tugging on his friend's hair. "Do ya plan to screw everyone we know before graduation?"
Malik shrugged. "Not really, jus' the sexy people we know. Which is everyone." He wrappped his arms aroung Jou's neck and buried his face into his collarbone. "You feel left out? Aww, poor puppy..."
"Call me that again and see if you get any tonight."
Malik snorted, releasing him and stumbling off. "You're no fun!" He called back, expecting Jounouchi to follow him, which he did, moreso to keep people from taking advantage of him in his stupor (and vice-versa).
Yami had managed to make it through the full glass and decided to just sit back and enjoy the music instead of dancing. He looked around at the other booths and recognized quite a few people he knew. Haga and Ryuzaki were in a corner area, speaking in low, conspriratorial tones. Kaijiki, who had on real clothes for once, (Mako) sat nearby talking to Roba, who semmed to be only half listening. They weren't doing anything very interesting so Yami turned his attention back to his table, wondering if the others had gone home. It didn't matter; he found the blasting music and heavy bass soothing, almost hypnotic, so he was content to stay until it closed.
*Aa Perti...*
Yami blinked confusedly and shook his head. There was no way he could have heard that. He continued to sit in his depressed little daze.
*Pharaoh.......*
This time he sat up. Yami scowled, checking every direction to find nothing. Who was playing with his head?
*Nahkti......*
He paled. No one knew his real name that could be messing around with him like this; with the exception of Bakura, who was not here. He felt a strange sensation in the back of his mind and focused on it, concentrating on bringing it forward.
//Who are you?//He asked the voice through the link, not expecting to get an answer.
*You know....*
//No, I do not. Identify yourself.//
*There is no need. Leave the building through the back door, now. You would not want anything to befall those hapless companions of yours, now would you?*
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~Nakoruru~
Warnings are contained in the description of the fic, so don't bug me.
By the way, I don't own anything in here, except the 'character' of Seth, meaning the personality I've given him.
Xanadu*, the local trance club, the fallout shelter for homosexual teens became Yami's weekly ritual. Anything to ease his mind of recent events. Yugi had finally confessed his crush on Anzu and the two had been dating for three months now. Unfortunately his aibou was unaware of his friend's hidden motive-she wanted to get with him as well.
At first, Yami politely declined and deflected her advances, and had even pretended to not be bothered by her confession that her and Yugi's relationship had progressed to a sexual level. He was insulted and hurt that his little light would keep something so important from him, and eventually re-directed his ire in the brunette's direction, meaning he now out-and-out snubbed her, which pissed her off to no end.
She still pursued him though, not really caring about his opinion, or obvious distaste.
Yami scrubbed a hand over his face in annoyance. I came here to relax, right? He thought to himself. His aibou had no idea he was here, and neither did Sugoroku (who was well aware of his existance and accepted it well enough). Jii-san had given Yami a curfew, which was too early for the spirit's liking. He wasn't a child, even though he was technically seventeen. He was old enough to rule a country, (which had control over most of the world at that time), have a lover, several wives and children, wield powerful shadow magic, perform public executions, and yet be still young enough to have his strings attached to home, which led to him having to be at said home at midnight. Killing was illegal, civil unrest would result of him sending people to the shadow realm or destroying particularly annoying things in his way, and having a concubine on the side of having a wife or twenty AND hundreds of children (like he was supposed to) was, in this world, completely and uttertly morally wrong. The irony was unbearable to him.
Naturally, he began to crave freedom. He never really had it before, since he performed his duties out of necessity and tradition, which depressed him even more. He had always been a slave to society, to SOMETHING other than his own beliefs. He had gone through the motions in his previous life believing that he was a god on earth, and his associates told him so. All but one.
His high priest.
He hated that bastard.
At least that's how it was at first. Seth went out of his way to antagonize the holy hell out of him, and got a cheap chuckle out of it as well. The problem was, Yami found he actually enjoyed the priest's company, and Seth got less and less irritating as time wore on. Yami was sixteen then.
By the next season, Seth had somehow transformed from being a perpetual thorn in his side to a passionate lover and considerate companion whom Yami would throw a fit if he wasn't nearby at all times, and that was not something his court really wanted to see. Seth usually stabbed someone or would sit in the corner with his scrolls and study, but would really be seething and/or pouting. So the two of them were left to themselves and the other priests were satisfied since Yami had already produced an heir. Several of them. So all was well.
Later, something had happned between to two of them that Yami couldn't remember, which led to their parting ways, and Seth's attempted seige on the throne. It also led to his lover's death somehow, though Yami could not remember if he killed himself or otherwise, and it had been particularly heart-wrenching to think that he, as pharaoh, would have had the duty of beheading him.
With that in mind, Yami resolved to get as drunk as Malik and Jounouchi wanted him to, and have an all purpose stupidly fun time. Seth was dead, and there was nothing he could do. He had hoped Seto Kaiba would regain his memories as the High Priest, and come back to him, but he realized that such a thing was merely a romantic dream, brought on by his confusion and loneliness.
"Yami?" Malik asked, draping himself over the former pharaoh's shoulders and pushing a glass of brown liquid under his nose. "What's wrong baby? You're just standin' here like a statue. C'mon and dance with me."
Malik was drunk already. How long had he been standing there feeling sorry for himself?
Yami took the glass from Malik and smiled at the intoxicated teen. Since his other personality had been destroyed he was one of the Yugi-tachi, and got along well enough with most of them, except for Anzu and Honda. Mai thought he was the hottest thing on two legs, and the egyptian boy relished the attention, and kept up the false pretense the he and his usual fuck-buddy Jounouchi, were straight. It worked way too well, since even Bakura was unaware, who would blow several different fuses if he found out what his best friend (yes, you heard me) was doing, and it was apparent that the two of them had not-so-innocently shared a bed on more than one occasion. Malik wearing Bakura's trademark baby-blue silk shirt to the mall one day was one of the more obvious hints, as well as the bites on his neck.
Jounouchi came over from the crowd and peeled the boy off Yami's body. Malik immediately latched onto him and he ruffled his hair gently. "Yami, don't jus' stand there. Dance or something-we're supposed to be havin' a good time here!" He exclaimed, giving Yami a squeeze around the waist.
Yami sipped his drink, wincing as it burned his mouth and throat. Why this place didn't get shut down for selling to minors he'd never know. "I will eventually. I don't feel like doing anything just yet."
Malik giggled. "I know what's wrong with you-you need to get laid....bad. I'll be more than happy to fix that problem..." He gave Yami a suggestive smile and winked. Yami rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance, and went to go sit in a booth on the side of the dance floor.
"Mal, you are such a whore..." Jounouchi said, tugging on his friend's hair. "Do ya plan to screw everyone we know before graduation?"
Malik shrugged. "Not really, jus' the sexy people we know. Which is everyone." He wrappped his arms aroung Jou's neck and buried his face into his collarbone. "You feel left out? Aww, poor puppy..."
"Call me that again and see if you get any tonight."
Malik snorted, releasing him and stumbling off. "You're no fun!" He called back, expecting Jounouchi to follow him, which he did, moreso to keep people from taking advantage of him in his stupor (and vice-versa).
Yami had managed to make it through the full glass and decided to just sit back and enjoy the music instead of dancing. He looked around at the other booths and recognized quite a few people he knew. Haga and Ryuzaki were in a corner area, speaking in low, conspriratorial tones. Kaijiki, who had on real clothes for once, (Mako) sat nearby talking to Roba, who semmed to be only half listening. They weren't doing anything very interesting so Yami turned his attention back to his table, wondering if the others had gone home. It didn't matter; he found the blasting music and heavy bass soothing, almost hypnotic, so he was content to stay until it closed.
*Aa Perti...*
Yami blinked confusedly and shook his head. There was no way he could have heard that. He continued to sit in his depressed little daze.
*Pharaoh.......*
This time he sat up. Yami scowled, checking every direction to find nothing. Who was playing with his head?
*Nahkti......*
He paled. No one knew his real name that could be messing around with him like this; with the exception of Bakura, who was not here. He felt a strange sensation in the back of his mind and focused on it, concentrating on bringing it forward.
//Who are you?//He asked the voice through the link, not expecting to get an answer.
*You know....*
//No, I do not. Identify yourself.//
*There is no need. Leave the building through the back door, now. You would not want anything to befall those hapless companions of yours, now would you?*
READ AND REVIEW
~Nakoruru~