Chapter Seven-Hikari
"I will definitely enjoy this..." Seth mumbled to himself as he sat at his host's bedside, watching him sleep. He had walked his former lover home an hour before, promising him that he'd return and 'reclaim his territory,' as he put it. Yami had ceased being so irritated and merely ignored him, as he had before when Seth would fall into brief lapses of sanity. The priest tried to convince him that he was perfectly balanced, but Yami had disagreed, saying that even he had not escaped confinement within the puzzle without the initial mental 'scramble,' meaning-his thinking processes were less than normal for quite a while.
Basically, Yami refused to have sex with him until he calmed down a bit, which pissed Seth off to no end.
That, however, did not put Seto off-limits.
The question was, how did one go about seducing their young reincarnation? Seth considered his options, and found that he desired at least a grudging respect from his light (instead of helpless fear) so he would not take him by force. But what did Seto like?
Picking his mind, the priest was finding that to be a relatively easy thing to answer. Technology, his brother, competition of any kind, and Yami. The last being difficult to get to, since the boy had buried his feelings so deeply into his subconscious that the experience was like picking into one of the royal family's vaults. Seth doubted that the thief of Kuru Eruna* could get to it easily.
In any case, Seto seemed to be a deceptively simplistic individual. Seth wandered throughout the boy's soul room in awe-apparently, Seto had a world of his own that only seemed to be active at night. They both shared a passion for dragons, which trampled about the vast chamber like cats at play, and lounged on the modern furniture. There was also a sparse amount of artwork; most of which consisted of duel monsters posters and pictures of Mokuba, when he was much younger. A clear indication that Seto still thought of his brother as a very small child, and treated him thus.
Walking farther into the room, the priest became aware of the change in atmosphere and a gradual waning of light. In the farthest wall, stood a black door. Seth pressed his hand against it and shut his eyes, straining to see past the barriers Seto had unknowingly placed over it.
He began to hear screams. Of physical pain, anguish, and overall despair. They were accompanied by sobbing, an older man's voice and the sounds of chains and breaking glass. The yami could see nothing and go no further, so he pulled his consciousness back; out of the room and into the mortal realm once more.
Sighing, Seth looked towards the window and saw the first streaks of grey appear, the prelude to morning. He lay down beside his descendant, and wrapped his arms about his lean frame.
"Do not worry, Seto." He whispered. "No one will harm you again." He shut his eyes and let his body lose it solidity, before vanishing altogether, his essence retreating into the sennen rod on the dresser.
Elsewhere in the mansion, a young boy of about 11 or 12 years of age was prowling around, as do most children on Saturday morning when their cartoons aren't on yet. He decided to see if his brother was awake (which was highly unlikely) and stopped by one of the guest rooms with a semi-open door. Curious, he peeked into the crack to discover that the room had been occupied at one point, judging from the way the bed spead was crinkled a bit and there was a small black object sitting next to the farthest wall. He stepped into the room and picked up the object, examining it closely. He grinned as he realized what it was, and who it belonged to.
The boy giggled, slipping the collar into is back pocket for later use. Maybe he could get his brother to buy him that new vampire game after all...
Short chapter this time. I'll make up for it with the next few.
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~Nakoruru~