Fate: Here we go with my first update after NaNoWriMo! Thanks for being so understanding, everyone!
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::chapter five::
Ryou pressed himself back into the closet, his breath coming in short, horrified gasps. His fingers were knotted over his mouth and his eyes were painfully wide and scared. His hair had fallen loose from its careful styling during his blind flight from the main lobby of the mansion and was pooling haphazardly over his shoulders and down his back. Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod what have I done? I've never...I've...ohmygod... He whimpered incoherently and curled more tightly into the corner of the dark aperture. I'm going to get arrested. I'm going to get killed!
In the silence that fell around him, Ryou distantly heard a door slam, then an angry snarl.
I'm dead, Ryou decided.
The doorknob rattled on the closet. Ryou promptly huddled in on himself and willed himself to vanish. If I really get in trouble, I'm running for my soul room, he swore.
The doorknob stopped rattling. Instead, someone kicked the door. Ryou promptly stopped breathing.
"Goddamnit!" said a very familiar voice. "Why the hell did you lock that fucking door?"
"Yami?" Ryou whispered.
There was a sudden blur, a ghosting dark sensation behind his eyes, and suddenly his yami was standing in front of him, scowling down at him. "What are you doing in here?"
"Ohmygod!" Ryou blurted, jumping at his yami and knocking the both of them into the door. "I beat up Seto Kaiba and he's going to kill me can we please get out of here without you killing anyone please?" he asked, clinging uselessly to his yami's neck.
"Can you please give me some air please?" his yami mimicked, prying him off. He opened the door to the closet and pulled his unresisting hikari into the hallway.
"All right," Ryou said, a smirk growing across his face, his fingers twining together behind Bakura's neck. "You've had enough air, especially for a dead guy."
"Who're you calling – oh..."
Ryou smirked and licked his lips. "Oh?"
"You're such a necrophiliac," Bakura murmured.
"And you're such a narcissist," Ryou replied, allowing himself to be pushed up against the wall. "How did this argument start?"
"You go to clubs too much," Bakura said sulkily.
"Mmm. But then, I'd never know to do this..." Ryou breathed against his mouth, then ran his tongue over his teeth.
"And what's 'this'?" Bakura inquired.
Ryou stuck out his tongue. "Beg me."
The smirk intensified on Bakura's face. "Ooh."
"Wha – st-stop that!" Ryou squeaked.
"Do you really want me to?" Bakura whispered.
"...no..."
"Good."
Ryou's eyes darkened as he put two fingers under Bakura's chin and gently lifted his face to be on a level with his own. "And, pray tell, what part of 'stop smirking and kiss me' did you not get? Because I found it very straightforward. And no, you're not getting sidetracked with your little vampire fetish," Ryou said.
"Whose fetish is it, really? Yours or mine?" Bakura taunted.
"You get off on it," Ryou observed.
"All this time we've been talking, and we're getting nowhere," Bakura replied. "I vote less talk, more yami gratification."
"Bastard," Ryou repeated, licking the pulse on Bakura's neck and lowering his eyelids. "Beg me."
Bakura promptly pushed Ryou's face back up. "I have no shame in front of you," he replied. "Now how about that yami gratification?"
"Mmm." Ryou felt himself shoved into a wall with almost inhuman force, with teeth on his lips and across his jawbone and a fast bite to his neck before traveling back up and staying...
/This counts as hikari gratification too, you know.../ he said giddily.
Icy hands with sharpened nails trailed under his shirt. ::And this? Oooh, melted hikari...::
/You are a bastard./
::So I've heard,:: Bakura replied idly, allowing Ryou to break away for air. ::Silly mortals, needing to breathe and all.::
/It's only ritualistic,/ Ryou said languidly, looking at him from darkened eyes. /Want more of that yami gratification?/
"Excuse me," said a voice clearly from the end of the hallway. "Just one thing before you two go back into your little land of the love-fests. And before I go claw my eyes out."
"Oh damn," Ryou blurted. "Mokuba-san."
"Has the concept of 'get a room' escaped you, or is it the Egyptian thing that makes you two so wantonly randy?" Mokuba asked acidly. "Don't answer that. Just...do you want to be here?"
"What the fuck?" Ryou asked. "No offense, but, uh, no. And the bruise thing? Those would be my yami overreacting in self-defense, after which there was a good deal of makeup sex."
"Oh good, you're psychic. And you like to give out too much information about your sex life. So why the hell are you here?" Mokuba asked levelly.
"Your brother kidnapped me," Ryou answered, straightening up as his yami slunk off to one side. /Don't ditch me now,/ he hissed.
::What do I look like?:: Bakura demanded hotly.
/Someone who's about to quietly vanish,/ Ryou retorted, twining his fingers through one of Bakura's hands.
"My brilliant idea was, when Seto realized how capable you were of defending yourself, was to dump you in the driveway and wait for your other half to show up," Mokuba explained. "His was to make you two very gently kept lab animals."
"Oh, right, he mentioned that," Ryou said. "That was right before I punched him. Sorry about that!"
"And how's he going to do that?" Bakura chipped in. "There isn't a jail in the world that'll hold me."
Mokuba looked at the partially entwined pair with empty eyes. "Niisama is good at a lot of things."
"Is he now?" Bakura asked. "Well, so am I. We'll be going then."
"I wanted to warn you..." Mokuba trailed off, then his eyes fixed on a point behind the both of them. "Well, never mind me. Hello, niisama. I've just been talking to your lab rats."
"What--oh. Shit. Well...shit," Bakura said, looking over his shoulder as Ryou stared intently at Mokuba. "Don't look at me like that, I don't beat him up," he snapped at Seto. "You people are such alarmists."
"Oh, I could care less what you do to each other, so long as it's a fair fight," Seto said levelly. "And you're not my lab rats. Mokuba just likes being manipulative."
"Sure we're not," Ryou said. "So we can just leave then, since it's all one big misunderstanding?"
"Niisama..." Mokuba said warningly. "He decked you once. He'll do it again. I can see it coming a mile off. Maybe you should apologize this time and let them walk away quietly."
Ryou watched, fascinated, as Mokuba and Seto's eyes locked. Mokuba looked away first and studied the immaculate floor intently.
"I will not apologize for then, as I have done no wrong in my eyes," Seto said carefully. "However, I do apologize for abruptly uprooting you," he added to Ryou. "I hope that we can reach some accommodation."
"The accommodation is me walking out the door," Ryou said challengingly, straightening and lifting his chin. Mokuba and Bakura both simultaneously recognized this as a warning sign. Mokuba backed up a few steps. Bakura smirked.
Seto was utterly clueless.
Seto is not a good people person.
"I don't think you understand," Seto said silkily. "You no longer have that freedom."
"What the hell?" Ryou demanded.
"How old are you?" Seto inquired.
Ryou glared at him. "Nineteen. Tack a few thousand onto his age," he added, nodding at Bakura.
"And who owns the house you live in?" Seto inquired.
"My father," Ryou said. "He's away on business."
"Do you know which company leased it to him? And if you're done with mortgage payments?" Seto inquired.
Ryou stiffened. "You wouldn't possibly – "
"So you do know," Seto said softly.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Ryou replied.
"I own Domino Real Estate," Seto said, folding his arms across his chest and taking a few steps forwards. "And since you're a fairly recent transfer student, I don't think your father has quite finished paying off that house. And since he's not here...it falls to you to take care of it, yes?"
"No," Ryou said stubbornly. "It doesn't. You can reach him. Anyone can."
"Except you," Seto pointed out.
"I can reach him easiest of anyone!" Ryou burst out.
"Not if I don't let you. You don't have a cell phone on you."
Ryou stared at him. "You really have kidnapped me."
"It's not abduction if you agree to stay," Seto said coolly before Ryou could move. "I'm not threatening you. I'm only stating a fact. It's a fact that when he leaves, he will find some complications with his place of residence. If you stay here, however, you will have a place to live, all the conveniences. I just want to study you."
"Oh, god," Ryou muttered, putting one hand to his forehead. "I feel like I've been abducted by bureaucratic aliens."
"Aliens? Hey, aren't aliens famous for these probe things that – " Bakura began, finally looking interested.
"Yamiii!" Ryou wailed, stepping hard on his foot.
"Ow!"
Mokuba burst out laughing. "Ne, niisama, I'm beginning to support keeping them around. We could use some comic relief around here."
"Hey! You're supposed to be on our side!" Bakura complained.
Mokuba pointed to himself. "Me?"
"You!"
Mokuba raised one eyebrow. "I'm his brother. Oh, and niisama, tack on another hundred dollars or so for a new door onto our monthly reconstruction bill."
"What did they do?" Seto groaned.
"Well, erm, there was this altercation, and some bullets, and, um, our head guard is taking care of it?" Mokuba suggested.
"You did not shoot up the door for no reason," Seto said. Mokuba simply stood there and radiated innocence. Seto stared at him, then took two steps forward and pulled a gun from Mokuba's jeans. "Empty," he said, looking at the gun with raised eyebrows. "Safety still off. Tsk," he added.
"There was a reason," Mokuba protested.
"Was it a good one?" Seto asked.
"Well, I wanted revenge for being kidnapped, only if I shot him, there would be a lot of anger. And I don't think it'd kill him, either. So I drilled the shit out of the door," Mokuba fabricated on the spot.
Seto made an inarticulate noise of frustration and strode from the hallway, slamming into the elevator and hammering on the buttons until the door closed.
"Well, that got rid of him," Mokuba commented. "Except he kind of took my gun. Whoa!" he added when he beheld the state Ryou and Bakura were in. "I'll...be going somewhere else now. Away. Yeah. Goodbye," he said hurriedly, and fled the hallway before his innocent eyes could be even more jaded. That, or before a crush he had been quietly stuffing away for a very long time flared up again.
Oops. Too late.
And no, we're not talking about the jading.
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