DISCLAIMER: Welcome! I am Nuin and I will be your guide as we embark on this wondrous tour of Yugi-Oh and Yaoi-land. Now remember that feeding and petting the characters is forbidden at all times. I do not wish for them to run off with any of you, which would result in disabling me from writing the rest of the story. Please keep your arms and legs inside the moving vehicle as I do not wish to receive any lawsuits containing dismemberment of tour-guests. Thank you.
WARNING: May I also kindly remind you that this story is in fact a Yaoi-story. Which means lovers of the same gender. Anyone with restrictions against this form of love is asked to please leave the premises as it will probably upset the characters. Now if you'll please turn to your right, I believe that we are in for a treat as the characters begin on a new story.
Born to Servitude
By Nuin
13. Meetings and Contemplation.
With a small sleepy yawn Yugi turned over to nestle further into the soft comforter and sheets of his bed. He mussed up his tri-coloured hair into the large fluffy pillow and curled up in a fetal position. To Yami he looked like the most adorable little kid he had ever seen, so innocent and sweet, when he was asleep. The same kid who could be such a devious teen, even without knowing it himself. Yugi could get him to do anything, just by looking at him with those large beautiful amethyst eyes of his. And Yami admitted willingly that he would gladly do anything that was asked of him.
Yugi was his and his alone. He regretted that he did not have a body of his own, he regretted that he did not have enough power to even pull off such powerful magic to grant him a body. Though if the gods were ever to be kind enough to present him with flesh and bone to complete his soul, he knew he would claim Yugi to be his, if Yugi would agree. He moved to brush out a strand of hair from Yugi's golden bangs, but moaned in disappointment when his translucent hand went right through. He pulled back and looked sadly at his hand, he sighed, looked back down at the sleeping teen and smiled. Yugi was beautiful when sleeping, but he knew he had to wake him up now.
He reached out mentally through their bond and stirred the slowly waking mind of his light. Two sleep-filled and blurry eyes slowly opened and gazed up at him, before they blinked and their focus sharpened to fully awake. He smiled up at his transparent protector, then shifted to a sitting position against the headboard of his bed. A questioning look grazed Yugi's features as he pulled the pillow up behind his back to sit more comfortably.
'Aibou, we need to talk.' Yami spoke to his mind.
'What's the matter?' Yugi looked at him, concern growing.
'We need to gather the others.'
'Why? Did something happen?'
'Just call the others and ask them to come here.'
'Okay, but can't it wait till later...it's two in the morning.' Yugi yawned and stretched his arms above his head, trying to clear up the sleep-filled limbs and well knowing that he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep now. So he jumped out of his bed and began collecting various items of clothing and made his way to the bathroom. Before he entered, a sheepish voice sounded in the back of his head. 'Sorry...'
Several hours later the two of them could be found in the company of their friends, whom they were more willing to call family. Though the attention they had hoped for was somewhat diminished as they looked a the assembled group before them.
Otogi and Honda were currently snarling at each other in a heated argument over something they would rather not know about. Anzu was studying the quarrelling couple with interest, probably being the only one present, who actually understood what they were arguing over.
Bakura Ryou's yami had decided that he wanted to be charge for a while and sat almost happily playing with a lighter, Yugi made a mental note to make sure anything flammable was out of the particular yami's reach for the rest of the day. Marik looked bored as ever, finding the ceiling more interesting than what his white-haired partner in crime was doing at the moment.
Shizuka and her family were still at home, not having found the urge or will to join them. And then there was one Kaiba Seto, who had a cell phone stuck to his ear barking orders to the unfortunate person on the other end. Actually Mokuba, who had just gotten out of school for the day, was the only one paying any attention to them whatsoever.
Yugi cleared his throat slightly, no reaction. Why weren't they paying attention? Hadn't he said that this was important? Besides he wanted to know what it was that Yami could barely wait to tell them, since he had been woken up in the middle of the night. He could hear the soft words from Yami telling him to calm down. Well, what if he didn't want to calm down?
"EVERYONE!"
'That got their attention.' Yugi thought smugly to himself as he watched the several pairs of wide eyes staring back at him. Though a second later he blushed under their suddenly very intense scrutiny as if they had never seen him before or maybe he was a new species of some kind, either way it wasn't particularly nice.
"Umm...now that I have your attention, I'll just hand over control to Yami. He says he has something important to tell us."
Bakura decided that this was the moment to add his opinion to the conversation, before it had even started. "So...Pharaoh. Are you going to tell us why you have ordered us here at..." He glanced at his wristwatch just to emphasis his discontent. "...nine in the morning? I was up late last night." He growled low in his throat.
"Doing what?" Yami just smirked in reply and continued in his dark baritone voice. "Stealing?"
"You wish, baka Pharaoh."
"Oh my, what hath the world cometh to, my dear friends, when thou cannot even rely on a thief to steal anymore?" Yami cried in mock-distress and placed the back of his hand against his forehead while rolling his eyes dramatically. He burst out laughing at his own antics, but quieted down rather quickly, when he saw the shocked looks he was getting from the others in the room. What? he thought it was funny.
"Wow." Honda said heaving a deep breath through his lungs, as if he had stopped breathing before. "That was one thing I had never expected Yami-sama to do." He mused.
"Yeah." Otogi piped in cheekily. "Just like we never expected Yugi-kun to go all ballistic on that female."
"The one clinging to Kaiba-kun?" Anzu asked looking for affirmation. "The one with the freaky green eyes," Which promptly earned her a 'Hey!' from Otogi, she ignored it though. "and the weird hair?"
"Yeah, the bitch, who insulted the mutt." Yami Bakura verified.
"She violated the memory of him." Yugi wrestled the control from Yami and glared angrily at the Tomb Robber.
"I thought you said that you believed he was still alive. Some sort of spell, right?" He smirked right back, not fearing the light of the Pharaoh. "Besides Kaiba called him a dog on a daily basis and you didn't hit him."
"Err...perhaps it's because I can't even reach Seto-kun's face, let alone hit him from my point of view."
"Oh." A collective agreement sounded.
Yami Bakura, not being the one to possess the gift of patience for a specific amount of time, then spoke up to make the others get down to the matter at hand. "So, what the hell was it you wanted to tell us? I think that's why we have all risen from the land of the partially dead to indulge your whims..." And he added under his breath, clearly annoyed. "...once again."
"Right...well...umm...okay." Yami fidgeted slightly trying to find the right words to express himself with.
"GET ON WITH IT!" Everyone, save Kaiba Seto, yelled in his face, making him blink several times in surprise.
"Alright, alright." Pause. "What I wanted to tell you is very important, it might even have something to do with Jounouchi-kun's disappearance." He looked around at the others who were now paying rapt attention to him. "Last night someone tried to attack my Aibou through the use of a spell. It was ancient magic and very powerful, I could feel it. It was as if the purpose was to attack Yugi's very soul. It tried to penetrate the wall I had erected around his mind to protect him."
"So what you're saying is that whoever attacked you might have something to do with Jou-kun being gone?" Honda asked, not quite into all this magic mumbo jumbo just yet.
"In a matter of fact, yes."
"So, this could be one of these conspiracy type, attack-of-the-body-snatchers-thing, right? And it's going after us one by one." Honda went on, not noticing the odd looks he was getting from his friends, looks that clearly stated 'are you completely nuts?'
"Hiroto-chan." Otogi interjected. "You're so cute when you're stupid. You seriously don't believe that, do you? Besides in the body-snatcher thing, the name kinda says it all, 'body-snatcher'. Meaning that the aliens took over their bodies, not kidnapped them or they would probably have called it 'the-attack-of-the-body-kidnappers."
"Oh."
Yami stared, mouth agape, then he straightened his back and called once again for the attention of the others. "Can we get on with this now? Something I would like to know is...Tomb Robber? Did you sense anything last night?" He looked to the white-haired teen in question.
"Yeah, actually I did. It was damn near impossible not to feel it. It was ancient and most definitely female."
"Female? How can you feel if magic is female?" Mokuba, who had been rather quiet during the entire conversation, piped up.
Bakura heaved a heavy sigh, why was he the one to explain all this? Oh, yeah, because the damned pharaoh couldn't remember anything from his past life that would be useful in this situation. "Magic used by males is mostly more forceful than magic used by females. Males tend to use sheer strength, whereas females, who doesn't possess the same amount of strength that males do, use cunning and perhaps somewhat more powerful spells to accentuate their own forte."
"So if a female can't use her own magical strength, she applies spells to become more powerful, right?" Mokuba was fascinated, his brother may not believe in magic, but that didn't stop him from being infatuated by it.
"Yes, and the attack from last night was undeniably female. When she found out that she couldn't penetrate the Pharaoh's protective walls, she tried again but this time several spells were entwined with the original." The others were staring at him in awe and the room was in a state of collective silence, everyone thinking about the news.
"So what are we going to do?" Anzu asked at last after several minutes.
Yami looked up and caught the gaze of Yami Bakura, an agreement had formed, for once in their life or lives they would work together. If this female would willingly attack Yami, who possibly possessed more magical power than anyone, save perhaps the ancient priest, Kaiba Seto once was, then what was to stop her from attacking the others. Bakura might not have liked the Pharaoh very much, oh, hell he loathed him, but he had an obligation to protect his light, especially after all he made his light go through over the years.
He had to keep Ryou safe, if not for his light, then for his own sanity.
The group all together agreed to meet up every day, they would figure this out and then revenge would be sweet.
Jou was happy. Well as happy as someone like Jounouchi Katsuya could be, when freshly fed and watered. He was glad he had used some time to charm the kitchen staff, especially the matron, she would always have some special treat set aside for him, when he came around. And he had had a good midday's rest to top it off. So what if he was easy to please? He sure didn't complain.
Once again he was outside in the palace gardens lounging in the freshly trimmed grass, under the shade of the planted trees. He lay on his back, arms behind his head in support and his eyes closed in bliss. He crossed his legs slightly at the ankles and snuggled somewhat to lie more comfortable. He slowly opened his eyes to look at the clear blue sky, if he had been home the tall buildings, all the skyscrapers, would have covered his outlook. Small fluffy clouds slowly drifted above him and he took to one of his favorite pastimes from when he had been a kid, cloud-watching. He had done it with Shizuka several times when their parents were still married, on the days when they went to the beach for hours on end. He missed his sister, his family, his friends, but until he could find a way to get home, it wouldn't do him any good in brooding.
He sighed and closed his eyes again, being here with Seth did lighten things up a bit, now if only he could snatch Seth and smuggle him back home with him. That would be good. He grinned. He shifted suddenly, when he felt fingers trailing his biceps smoothly. He opened his golden orbs to find himself looking into a pair of eyes, irises as blue as the sky above them. He startled somewhat, what was this? 'Freak-the-hell-out-of-Jou-day?' He calmed down, then smiled softly, it was Seth. He was smiling back down at Jou, but with a hint of a sly smirk grazing his lips.
"Hi..." Seth cooed softly, okay something was definitely up, Jou was sure of it. Seth never cooed at him, unless they had just had sex or Seth felt in a really good mood. He rose up in a sitting position and gazed inquiringly at the priest. What was he up to?
"Uhhh...hi." He said quickly.
"Come with me, will you?" Seth looked at him, eyes shinning with unhidden joy and something else, he couldn't really determine...lust? Oh, what the hell, if Seth was in that mood, who was to stop him. Jou certainly didn't want to, it would just make his day even better, besides it had been days since they had last done anything. So he stood up gracefully and grinned cutely at the other male.
"Alright."
Seth led them both into the palace, following a very well known path to his private quarters. As they turned the last corner, opened the specific door and quickly closed it behind them, Seth practically pounced on Jou. Clothes were shed, hairs were ruffled, hands wandered upon the bare skin of the other. Groaning in contact, moaning in ecstasy and howling in pleasure they reacquainted with each other for hours on end. Even though it had only been a few days, they were practically aching with frustration pent up from their various ponderings and guilt-trips. It was fast, it was hard, it was hot and just what they both needed.
Somehow they had managed during the entire ordeal to scramble over to the bed and slump down on it. They leisurely kissed for the next couple of minutes before they surrendered to the power of a good rest. They succumbed to the land of dreams, spooned against each other on the soft bed.
Jou awoke to someone trailing light touches with their fingertips across his back. He shivered in contentment and snuggled closer to the source. An arm wrapped around his midsection in response, he smiled. Seth really was a snuggler. It was cute. A soft kiss was pressed to the back of his neck and Jou giggled slightly, it tickled. He was suddenly turned over and into his view came a pair of sapphire irises smiling at him. Seth leaned in and kissed him softly, yet demanding, prying gently at his lips to be allowed entrance. As their tongues met they both moaned out happily, Seth tilted his head to get closer to Jou's mouth and plunged further into the inviting space.
After a while of indulging in this simple pleasure, they both drew back and stared each other in the eyes. Jou smiled yet again, he had been doing that a lot lately, when around Seth. Seth's smile however grew slightly melancholic as did his eyes, when he looked at his lover. Seth inched closer and Jou expected to be kissed again, but was disappointed when Seth merely studied him.
"What do you think of me?" He inquired softly. Jou stared perplexed, what was this now?
"What do you mean?" He replied.
"What I said. What do you think of me? How do you feel about me?" Seth asked more persistent than before, he was determined to find out, he had told his deepest kept secret to Jou. He had revealed his feelings and thoughts to the blonde. Why hadn't Jou responded to that?
"I-I..." Jou wavered, what should he answer? He knew he liked Seth, he was great, he knew that he more than liked Seth, perhaps even loved him. But if he went home what would become of Seth's feelings? Seth had made it clear that he wouldn't allow it, not without a fight. He decided to play safe for the time being. "I like you very much. You're great company, kind and gentle, sweet when you want to be."
Seth's face fell, it wasn't what he had expected, he had wanted Jou to tell him that he loved him. Not this. It sounded like he was only a good friend and comfort to Jou. He wanted to be more. He would do anything to make sure Jou would at least view him in another perspective than the one he saw now, it wouldn't work for him to just be a friend. He wanted Jou to love him. But what if he in his persistence drove Jou away from him? He wouldn't be able to bear the heart break. He needed Jou as a constant in his life, no matter what and not even Isis and her crazy predictions could make him think it over twice. Jou was his. He finally leaned in an kissed the blonde full on the lips earning himself a lustful groan in response, well at least he was the only one to make Jou respond like this.
He clung tighter to Jou, never wanting to let him go and when Jou made no objection to this, he settled down once again on the bed, still with the blond trapped within his arms' grasp.
Soon, very soon he would be out of here, if the blonde kept up his end of the deal. Gullible fool, he of course had no intentions of keeping up his part, it wasn't as if he actually knew how to use the power of the Ring, but he had found that the fool would probably help him out, if he let the blonde believe that he could use the ring as he saw fit. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, besides he himself would be over the hills and far away, before the idiot ever discovered otherwise, so it would definitely not hurt him. He smirked, when the blonde would finally have gotten the ring from that infuriating priest, he would have no reason to stay and he could be gone.
He halted in mid-thought. What about the Puzzle and the Staff, and he was quite sure that he had seen Tauk, was it? Yes, the Tauk around here somewhere. He wanted to put his family and village to rest, they had been sacrificed just to make seven items of gold, so that the former Pharaoh, Atemu Panseru's late father, could have the power to control the Shadows. He wanted to give them the peace they deserved.
But right now he just wanted to get out of the palace and out into the life he knew of, stealing and running. He was used to it, it was part of his life. He would find some other way to get the items he desired, but he would not leave without the Ring, his only possession. He had taken the first step towards reaching his goal, making the gullible teen agree to go through with his plan. The blonde trusted far too easily, too loyal and too sweet.
He rested his back against the wall stretching his arms above his head. He wanted to get away from here, especially away from the 'damned Pharaoh' as he had come to call him most recently, it fit him. He was damned sneaky and too damn smart for his own damn good. And had grabby hands, but a nice, warm mouth, no he shouldn't think of that. If he wanted to leave, there was to be nothing tying him to this place, especially not some Pharaoh.
He wanted to get out of there. And with the blonde being so willing to help, he would.
That damned midget, how could someone so small, so lacking in the physical department, deprive her of her revenge? He shouldn't have been able to force her away. She knew enough spells and had read up on many more to support her own magic and yet here was this tiny brat who could easily cast her aside like some rag doll. She was furious, she was supposed to win this, she was supposed to be the object of her love's affection, not the dog or his 'friends', damn those friends of his. Especially the tri-coloured freak, the brat, who had made friends with her azure-eyed god and took up his attention, attention that should have been hers.
She flipped through the books on the shelves, nothing, absolutely nothing that could help her get stronger than she already was. Damn it, she needed more power to banish that little imp to the place where she sent the mongrel. No, not the same place, then they would have each other and her vision of making them suffer would be in vain. She raged and pulled several books out from their place and threw them to the floor. She needed to relax, it wouldn't do her any good to loose her clear and most brilliant mind to anger. She just needed to look at something pleasant. She knew just the thing.
She walked over to the shelves once again and pressed open a secret compartment containing her most treasured possessions. Her scrapbook and a small locket. She opened the book to look at the beautiful pictures of her love. There were some she had taken, while he was with his 'friends', she gagged at the thought, they weren't worthy of his friendship and that was why she had crossed them out with a black marker, never to look at their faces in her book ever again. But it was only with his friends that he allowed himself to smile somewhat and he was beautiful, when he smiled.
She could already feel herself calm down, just looking at him had that effect. She moved on to the locket and opened it slowly. Inside was a small lock of silky sable hair. She clutched it to her chest, she could faintly smell the shampoo emitting from the strands, though it wasn't his own shampoo, but that from the parlor, where he had gotten his hair cut. She had sneaked in afterwards to collect what would be her greatest treasure. She had combed it when she got home, with utmost care and reverence and then placed it inside a locket, which was nearly as important, a gift from her grandmother when she turned six.
She smiled to herself, he was perfect, even his hair was perfect, everything about him was utter perfection. He was intelligent, handsome, dedicated and strong-willed, just to name a few, oh she could go on and just loose herself in the perfection that was her love, Kaiba Seto. She giggled giddily and placed the lock of fine hair back into the locket and together with the book she replaced them in the 'vault' as she had named it. Then she threw herself on the lush bed and hugged the fluffy pillow tight, in make-believe that this was indeed the sapphire-eyed teen she was hugging. She giggled again, when she found the right spell, he would be hers and hers alone.
She fell asleep, with the soft afternoon sunlight shining through the windows of her bedroom. Dreaming of the man in shining armour and he was hers, only hers, not some blonde haired mongrel's.
A/N: Uhh, What to say? Uh, See ya next time?