I'm sorry it takes so long to update this one, I just can't seem to sit down and get the thoughts running. You know how people are meant to have or get the creative juices flowing? Well, I drank all mine when I was out of OJ. Bugger huh…
Disclaimer: Pff, yeah right…
Dedication: to my friend, who originally started this with me, for her Birthday. Happy Birthday Gothankh
Dangerousgirl – Mmm, I love psychopaths, don't you?
Nachzes Black-Rider – ack, oh no! shhh! You can't give it all away! And yes, my keyboard had a bath during that chapter…
YamiLover69 – yeah, the party really 'begins' next chapter, but trust me, it ain't gonna last long. /smirks evilly/
Vampiress24 – haha, everyone love's a dripping wet Kaiba. And that will not be the only Kaiba pain scene, there will be more…
silver-dagger-113 – Mmm, there's a good couple of scenes coming up with them, and the trouble they cause…
Yit-ha - /pales/ no!! don't do that!! I felt so bad cause I got severe writers block and all that, and I don't want you to snuff yourself! Argh…
Chapter Five – Voices…
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Bakura's pov/house. Sorry, not exactly a 'pov' pre tell.
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"Bakura, what are you doing?"
The white haired head was immersed in the linen closet of his and Ryou's home, searching.
"I'm looking for needles."
Ryou paled slightly. "Um, why?"
Bakura shrugged casually, his hair falling from his neck to hang around his face, revealing the damp patch on his black, button up Armani top.
As Ryou could recall, Bakura had a surprisingly good taste in clothing. Not to mention it had cost him an arm and a leg as a present, just to stop his dark from stealing it instead.
"Something I'm working on."
"Well," Ryou said, shrugging himself, "most needles are in a handy place known as a hospital. And no decent minded nurse or doctor is going to give 'you' any needles. I mean, look at you! Why don't you just use your hair? That's pointy…"
"And attached to my head. How about pins?"
"You know, for me, I just have a problem giving you anything sharp."
At this point, the spirit became unusually deaf. "I could've sworn it was in here…" he pondered to himself.
"Bakura, do you realise just how scary it is seeing you hold a spoon, let alone a pin?"
"Aha! Found it!" the teen cried gleefully, extracting himself from the closet, clutching the sewing kit.
"Oh my God, it's worse that I thought, you're becoming a nanny."
"Meeeeeeeeh!" Bakura returned with a grin, as he bounded down the hall, and into his bedroom, slamming shut the door.
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Seto's pov
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"So it was one of the power points?"
"Yes."
"And the cords were frayed, sparks flew, and a fire started?"
"Yes."
"Seto, stop lying to me."
"I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Mokuba."
"Seto."
The elder Kaiba sighed in resigned annoyance.
"Fine, if you must know, it was that sadistic blonde and his bloody rod. He pointed it at a desk and it burst into flame."
"Why did he do that?"
"Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies."
"Seto!"
"Yes?" the teen replied innocently.
The younger teen scowled, and thrust a pile of decorations into the brunettes hands.
"Put these up."
"Certainly."
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Yamis pov
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I gently pulled on the shirt, my mind elsewhere enough for me to forget it had to be done up. In the same frame of mind, I pulled on my pants.
What had it been?
That darkness, it bothered me so much. A consuming black that deadened my mind, and had left it full of voices that screamed and pleaded. Voices, that hated, voices that had lived, and were now dead.
'Oh God, Seto… what is wrong with you?' I thought dismally. An emotion welled up within me, a mixture of such confusion I had to pause to consider it. Pity, sympathy, worry,…love…
"Yami?"
My thoughts fell into the present abruptly, as I spun round to see my light standing in the door way. At the sight of me though, he burst into a fit of giggles, his violet eyes flashing mirth and laughter so unlike what I truly felt.
"Not distracted are you Yami?" he asked jovially.
I pondered this for a second, until I glanced down, and felt a faint blush mar my cheeks.
My shirt, crimson as my eyes, was still open and hanging from my shoulders, revealing my chest.
My black leather pants however, were worse, as I had put my left leg in the right hole, and neglected the other leg entirely.
I shook my head, embarrassed.
"Ahh, oops. Guess I am a little preoccupied," I said shyly, pulling off the pants to pull them back on properly.
Well, it had to be done properly, they were tight pants. Nice, but tight.
Once they were on, buckled with black leather belts and sleek silver buckles, I noticed Yugi was still watching him, though with a sad and discontented look of concern.
'Ah, now that's closer to how I feel…'
"It's Kaiba, isn't it?"
'Perceptive little git isn't he' I thought absently.
I sighed despite myself, and nodded, abandoning the prospect of fixing my appearance. Instead, I turned to Yugi, facing him full on, and let my anxiety show.
"What was it Yami?" he asked softly, the fear he had felt when hearing his dark scream as he had flooding his eyes.
"I don't know Yugi, but…" I paused. Should he know? Know what I sad seen, or more, what I had felt? Should he know, that that darkness left me hollow, terrified for Kaiba, and made the very marrow of my bones freeze like ice?
And if I should tell him, how do you describe in words to a person something you never again want to feel, something that thinking about, makes you hate existence.
"But what?"
I sighed again.
"You can tell me Yami, we've faced a lot together, great foes and dark forces, I'm not scared."
I scowled. "Yugi…" I said exasperatingly.
"Ok, so I'm not scared enough to flip my nut. But please, tell me," he pleaded.
I gave him a considering look. "You do know that I know you tell Tea, Joey and Tristan everything I tell you, except," I added with a glower, "anything 'personal'."
Yugi managed to smile, then it was gone. "If you ask, I won't tell them a thing." He sounded very sincere.
I shook my head anyway. After today, it was either 'Yugi tell them', or 'they bug the hell out of me'. Would you believe me if I said I didn't feel like the second?
"So…" he began, "what?"
My eyes slid shut, as I sat down heavily on the edge of my bed. My fingers pleated at the black doona cover, before I dropped it, and put my head in my hands.
"It's pure darkness Yugi," I whispered.
My lights eyes widened. "But Kaiba, he isn't, he's not, 'evil'. Though, he can do a good impression sometimes, he's not evil."
"I know Yugi, better than you think. When I felt for it, it…, it felt foreign to his body, like a poison."
I looked up from my hands. Yugi still stood in the doorway, but his face was pale, and his violet eyes riddled with concern, and an under layer of fear.
"What was it?"
I shook my head, resting my hands against my knees. I knew my eyes looked sad and weary, but I could stop it now, and I didn't want to. I had to convey to 'someone' how I felt. Being the 'good guy' is a low pay job and requires a lot of extra hours, and sometimes it's just too hard to keep up.
"I don't know Yugi, I just don't know."
Yugi looked directly at me. "What did it do to you?"
My eye's narrowed. Anger flashed in my eyes. "Don't ask me that Yugi," I said softly, but with a underlying tone of warning. "I will not tell you that, and it is not needed for you to know. I don't want you to know.
"But why?!" he began to argue.
"Yugi please!" I yelled, my voice dripping with anguish and frustration. He stopped dead. I let my voice drop low.
"Please, don't make me tell you that."
He didn't need to know, and I didn't need to relive it. And besides, what right do I have to scar his fragile mind…
Yugi sighed, then tried to lightly shrug it off, hitching a smile back onto his face. Key word there is 'tried.'
"Well, at least you got rid of it."
My heart quickened, my eyes narrowing. "Yes," I said in a neutral voice.
Yugi looked around the room, searching hard for a change of topic. Funnily enough, his eyes rested on me, and he gave a weary grin.
"So, um, planning on wearing just 'that'?"
I glanced down.
"What's wrong with this?" I asked indignantly.
"Yugi smirked. "Nothing, but 'I' think having that shirt open is good, but you wanna wear something beneath. You have to remember it's 'Mokuba's' Birthday party, so you can't go around wearing the skanky things you normally wear."
"I do 'not' wear 'skanky' things!" I said hotly.
"Course you don't," Yugi soothed absent mindedly , not paying me the least bit of attention as he went up to my draw and pulled out something white.
"Come here," he said, and I, disgruntled, went to him.
Quickly, he seized my crimson top and yanked it off my shoulders.
"Yugi! So no clothes is different to skanky how?"
He gave me a withering look. "Put your arms up."
"A heist?"
"Idiot. And you're banned from bank movies."
"Then what?"
"Just do it!"
I scowled and put my arms up.
With surprising swiftness, Yugi jumped up, and rammed the shirt on over my head. I, being the perfectly controlled person I am, yelped.
My arms found the holes, but the shirt caught on my hair. I cursed, as I tugged at it.
Finally, it came down, and almost as quickly, Yugi pulled back on my button up. Cursing at the little one's speed, I looked down at my new ensemble.
It wasn't a white shirt, it was a singlet, and now my crimson shirt hung open over it, and, I thought begrudgingly, it looked good.
"Here, I always loved these boots," Yugi said, thrusting a pair of black boots at me. He then pushed me back against the bed, and I fell on it, hissing in indignation.
"Yugi, I 'can' dress myself you know."
Yugi shook his head. "I've seen what you wear, you're hopeless."
"I am not!" I cried, leaping to my feet. The injustice of it all… "The clothes I wear make me look sexy, seductive, passionate-"
"And a tart. Put the boots on, we have to leave soon," he replied, turning for the door.
I scowled. "You're one to talk, you who wears buckles, belts, leather and a 'collar'."
"But that looks 'good'."
"So do I!!"
"Just get dressed," the hikari sighed, as he disappeared out the door.
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Seto's pov
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"All is set now Nisama!"
The elder Kaiba glanced up from the chair he sat in, his eyes refocusing as he felt his mind fall into step with the rest of the world.
"Great."
"Well, all is ready cept for you. Aren't you going to change out of those?"
The teen glanced down at himself, his entire outfit still his damp school clothes, which had cooled his skin all afternoon. And undoubtedly ruined his furniture.
Sighing, he nodded, standing from his chair.
"Yes, I'll change now."
Mokuba beamed. "They'll be here in ten Seto. You might also wanna make sure all your security doors are properly shut, not to mention your bedroom."
The brunette scowled. "They go in there, and I will force feed them rat poison attached to an anvil."
The boy giggled. "I'll let them know…"
Kaiba nodded, smiled at his sibling, before departing to his bedroom, thoughts a tangled mess.
He was at a standstill for what he had to do tonight. How was he meant to act around all of them, and even worse, how was he to act around Yami?
Crimson eyes surfaced in his head, filled him with warmth and astounding beauty. He had always liked Yami's eyes, even when he hadn't liked the rest of him.
He distinctly remembered waking up in the spirits lap, warm and blissfully comfortable, feeling safe as he hadn't felt for many years, only to be forcefully reminded of how he'd gotten there, by the scared and worried look in the other boys eyes.
Those crimson eyes…
But while those eyes filled him with a warm glow, a voice, bitter and cold and cruel, resounded in his head, and banished the light.
It was razor edged, vicious, and worst of all, it sounded like his own.
'Attack,' it had said, 'attack.'
And he'd wanted to, listened to the voice. He wanted to knock them down, twist them, hurt them, break them, hear them scream in agony and bleed like a river.
And he would've have done, if it hadn't been for those eyes.
'Yami,' he thought anxiously.
Seto Kaiba did not scare easily. He did not believe ghosts or spirits, in magick, luck or faith. Or at least, he hadn't.
Yami had changed that, changed him, made him realise the possibilities, made him see.
See, that anything was possible.
So what was happening to him, that he couldn't explain it?
Was it magick, that vexed his mind and whispered in his ear like a bad conscience?"
What voices spoke to him? What poison had struck his mind?
Or was he just going mad…
Voices…
Yes, sounded like a sign of madness, schizophrenia perhaps, but that new and decidedly more controlling part of his brain told him it wasn't that.
It wasn't that simple.
'You're not mad Seto' that voice hissed, and his eyes widened, before he flew to his room, and slammed shut the door. He looked around himself in a slight panic, and despised the fact he felt… scared.
'No, not mad,' the vice hissed again, 'just special'.
'Great, then I am mad, as 'special' is the choice word for the loony', he thought distractedly.
The voice laughed. The sound hurt.
Physically.
Seto felt sick. Sweat was beading on his forehead again, and his hands were clutching at his head.
'Stop it!' he ordered.
'Stop what Seto?' it purred back.
'Get out of my head!'
'I gave you an order today you know…'
'I take orders from no-one, least of all the psychotic smiley voices in my head!'
'You must kill them.'
His blue eyes widened, this time, with the fear in plain sight, before he clenched them shut.
'GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD!'
Silence…
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Hehe, he loony loopy loony.
Kaiba: says you…
NC: not ticked off are you?
Kaiba: oh no, course not, you've just made me a nutter. Next thing you know I'll have sold Kaiba corp to work in the United States postal service…
NC: 0 0
Kaiba: note if you can, the sarcasm.
NC: ok, please, read and review, reviews are a form of motivation, they do inspire me, it's just that this fic is becoming so infused with writers block it's sodding amazing.
Btw, I'm sorry, I changed around Kaiba's pov. Let me know please if you like it, if not, I'll change it back to the 'I' and 'My' stuff. It was an accident. Sorry.
Also, sorry if there are any mistakes, but i was so keen to post I just went nuts.
