Title: Drown, Deep Underground

By: Kokuryuuha-018

Genre: Romance, supernatural, drama, suspense, horror

Warnings: Yaoi, yuri, and religious references. Also gore and naughty language;.... No lemons, just limes.

Summary: (Angel/YGO crossover) In a desperate attempt to help his ailing group of friends, Angel goes in search of the one person that can help them. Seto Kaiba. But there is a catch. Angel knows he can show the CEO what the boy really is, but can he make him believe? YAOI, FLUFF, and RELIGIOUS CULT REFERENCES!

Chapter Summary: While visiting his late mother's grave, Seto is drawn into an unexpected and quite unpleasant conversation with someone who seems to know a lot about him... Maybe even more than he does... (Enter: ANGEL!)

Stori: Hello! Thanks to anyone who bothered to review! It's greatly appreciated! I wanted to wait a few chapters to introduce Angel, but I didn't feel like filling up a whole chapter with crappy descriptions of rooms and tombstones.... Anyway, I will be adding two people to this ficcie who weren't REALLY part of the Angel scene. Spike and Ethan Rayne. Spike WAS NOT included in the actual cast of characters during the fourth season, which is when I decided to set this fic after. Ethan is from Buffy. He was one of Giles' friends back in his 'rebellious-loud music- evil- hates the world- summoning demons for fun' phase. I will include more detailed write ups on these two when they decide to show up; I was just bored when I wrote this! Heh...Yeah, well, here's the next chappie!

Chapter two:

oOoOo

But what If I can't see the light? I know it's there, so why can't I see?

I'm a human trapped in monochrome dreams...

oOoOo

"NIISAMA!!!!!!!!!!"

Seto winced, as he brushed a wisp of hair behind his ear, only to have it fall back into place, "Mokuba, not so loud! You'll disturb the mourners!" he whispered harshly.

The boy just smiled, his hands resting upon the back of his neck, "Oops.... Sorry."

Sighing as the raven haired boy turned and went back to running, the CEO took the time to look around.

Not much had changed since he'd been here last, and he was around 12 at the time...

It was the Lasek shrine. His family shrine. Just as always, the shrine was lined with fresh markers, for Lasek was quite a common name. But he still found it odd how they never came to him and his brother's aid when they needed them...

Well, in all honesty, it was to be expected... The entire Lasek family was secluded. They tended to keep their minds on their own business and never cast a moment's glance if another was in trouble. Just like Seto.

Just like Garret...

Seto had always looked like his mother, that was a given. But he definitely got his personality from his father's side.

He was logical. He had common sense and pure intelligence. He had the genetic death glare... He was born to be cold and calculating.

He was Garret Lasek's double in the mind. His father was dark, secluded, and as if you hadn't guessed this already, smart.

Eileen was his breath of fresh air. The woman was young, vibrant, and just plain fun to be around. She lit up a room with her mere presence. She was so very different from Garret. And the Lasek family hated it. So the girl had to prove herself to them.

Seto didn't know what his mom did exactly. He was just told that she'd taken the head of the family into her apartment and 'skinned' him... What that meant, he wasn't sure. But from what he knew of Eileen, it had to have been brutal. That's what you got when you made her angry.

And that's what earned Seto his place in the family. To all else within that secluded little corner of hell he was the she devils son. The son of the woman who proved them wrong, her being the first ever to do so, they took it out on the child who too deeply resembled his mother.

Mokuba grabbed his brother's hand, and gave it a slight tug, trying to get the older boy moving again, as he had stopped at one of the graves, and was studying it mercilessly.

The raven haired boy followed his brother gaze, his eyes falling upon the faded black letters of the old grave.

Daemon Lasek...

The head of the family. Or at least he was.... Last Seto had checked, a dead guy doesn't qualify for the job...

"What's wrong, Niisama?" Mokuba looked up at his brother, a slight trace of worry danced across his small face, but it still wasn't enough to mask his growing frustration for he knew his brother wasn't going to move anytime soon.

Pulled out of his thoughts again, Seto just looked down at his little brother and forced a smile, "It's nothing... Let's go see mom..."

Mokuba, seeming satisfied with the half hearted answer, just shrugged and began to drag his brother along again.

Seto himself was still in a daze. This place had that affect on him. Maybe it was the graves, or fact that he knew almost every name on each marker. Or maybe it was just the fact that everyone else in the grave site was casting disapproving glares his way.

Just like always....

"Seto Kaiba...?"

The brunette stopped.

"You are Seto Kaiba, aren't you?"

"Who wants to know?"

The voice chuckled, but it wasn't one you heard often... It was so distant, melancholy... But Seto didn't have time to let his mind wander. He had to find out where the man was.

As the CEO felt something reach for his shoulder, he whipped around; catching the taller mans hand in the process.

Yes, the man was taller. Even with Seto standing at 6'1, the man was still at least a head above the boy.

For the first time in a long while, he had to look up to see the man whose hand he held.

Dark ebony orbs met his cerulean depths as the man bored into the smaller boy. The man was the living definition of tall, dark and handsome. Hazy eyes hidden beneath a broad brow, he stared down past high cheek bones at the brunette, who was staring straight back.

Seto couldn't help but stare! He'd never seen eyes like those before! So distant, but so deep. They seemed endless, as if it was impossible not to get lost in the inky blackness...

"Umm.... Are you going to let go anytime soon?"

The deep, baritone voice almost mocked, drawing the CEO back to the matter at hand, which oddly enough involved him keeping a far from gentle grip on the mans own hand.

With a slight glare, Seto let go of the mystery man, never shifting his eyes from the others.

"What do you want?" The brunette stood defiantly, yet he still couldn't mask that quiver in his voice as it hitched mid sentence in the back of his throat.

"Just to talk... Let me have an hour, no, half an hour of you're time. I promise you it'll be relevant." Eyes still locked with the CEO's, he couldn't help but notice that the boy was shaking slightly.

"You ask me to come with you, and yet you don't even tell me you're name? Well I'm sorry, but my daddy always told me not to talk to strangers...." And with little more than a smirk, Seto had turned on his heel after his brother.

"It's Angel."

The man, now know as 'Angel' stated, causing the smaller boy to stop.

"Are you gonna listen now?" Angel waited for an answer, expecting at the very least a string of curses and witty banter, but instead was met with a rather unexpected sight.

Another man, around the age of 38, had stopped in front of Seto, and was currently sneering at the boy's face, "What makes you think you're welcome here, huh?"

The man didn't seem to want to back down, and Seto's constant trembling didn't seem to be help the situation at all, "I'm just here to see my mother... Just like I do every year."

"Yeah, and every year we have to keep reminding you why your mother shouldn't even be here, and why you should join her..." A hand came in contact with the younger boys shoulder, rather hard mind you, but another caught him before he could fall. The CEO recognized that hand instantly. It was the same one he had a death grip on only moments before...

"And would you mind explaining to me why he doesn't have a right to visit his mother's grave...?" The hands on Seto's shoulders tightened, but the boy could care less. His eyes were now locked with his uncles, or cousins... Or was he his second cousins? He couldn't remember. All that mattered now was that a complete stranger had just stood up for him, and he was gonna get in shit for it.

"And you are?"

Angel's eyes narrowed. The man standing in front of him was roughly his height, with dark black hair tied back in a shaggy rat tail. He didn't look a thing like the boy beside him, and yet he was in Seto's family plot....

"Ah... I get it..." The man turned back to Seto, his coal eyes swimming with resentment, but his voice still directed to Angel, "He got you too, huh? You'd think he would. He's just a whore... Like his mother. You better keep you're eyes open--!"

A cough cut him short, and all eyes now rested upon a very pissed off Mokuba, his dark bangs half covering heavy lidded eyes, "You were saying?"

Angel was taken aback as the eldest of the family backed off, though of course he didn't show it. Wasn't Seto the oldest of the two brothers? Why was the child who looked little more than twelve able to stand up to some obviously drunken man, while the elder of the two just stood there, shaking quite uncharacteristically?

"Fine.... I'm gone..." The raven haired man sulked off; leaving the youngest of the Kaiba's to gloat in his direction.

"So, Kaiba... Are we gonna talk or no?" Seto snapped out of his trance, returning the other mans stare.

"What do you think?" He snapped, about ten times as irritable as he was before.

All Angel could do was stare at the retreating form of the boy, debating whether or not to follow him. But as the fog decided to pull away from the sun, he had little choice in the matter. He had to head home...

Back to the bat cave.

(O)(O)(O)(O)(O) Business complex somewhere in Domino (O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)

"Angel!"

A chipper brunette greeted the man as he emerged from the hallway, holding a steaming blanket in his right hand.

"I thought it was supposed to rain all day today, Fred?" He gritted out irritably, dropping the close to smouldering hunk of cloth in the corner.

"It's what it said on the news Angel... You can't blame her if you refuse to pay for proper cable..." Wesley walked out from the back room, carting a large box and throwing it onto the counter, "And let's not forget who's decision it was to move to Japan of all places... We could have gone to England, but no..."

Angel sighed, searching desperately for the coffee machine, only to find that it hadn't been unpacked yet. Great.....

"Cordeilia's still in a coma, Wes... We have no clue what to do. And the hotel was trashed anyway." The man walked over to the counter, digging through the box the brunette had brought from the back room.

Wesley sighed, "Yes, so you took the advice of some rouge demon and decided to travel all the way to Japan on a whim, without even knowing if the information is true. What if Seto Kaiba really isn't the one we need? What will we do then?"

"It's him... I know it is."

"So you talked to money-bags?" Deep hazel eyes caught Angel's attention, as Gunn made his way in from the same room Wesley had emerged from only moments before.

"Well, no... But I could see it. He...knows something." Finally locating the coffee machine in the box, Angel pulled out the white object with a triumphant smirk.

Fred walked up to the man, taking the quite fragile object from him, "You could see it?" The woman asked, scanning the walls for the nearest outlet.

Gunn raised an eyebrow in speculation, trying his best to hold back a smile, "Man, you need to get out more..."

With a sigh, Angel walked across the room, stopping at an open door, leading to a metal staircase that descended below the building, "How is he?"

"A little disoriented, but otherwise as good as you'd expect from someone who..." The girl trailed off, brushing a few stray locks behind her ear.

"Hn." Soft footsteps could be heard as the man disappeared down the staircase, all notions of caffeine or at the least, slightly caffeinated blood, wiped clean from his mind.

(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)

A long black coat fluttered to the ground, the mans built figure weaving itself around the piles of unpacked boxes, only coming to a stop in front of the figure in the corner.

Darkened eyes rose to meet his, knees pulled up to his chin. The boy sat on a stack of boxes, hair ragged and disheveled. Clad in little more than a torn pair of jeans and blue tee-shirt.

Angel looked down at the boy, a barely visible wave of pain crossing his stoic face.

"Connor..."

Stori: Ugh... I don't like this chapter... That's why it took so long to get it done. Oh well, it can't be helped. The next chapter will be a lot faster, I promise. I just wanted to get this one out of the way...