Mistress-of-eternal-Darkness – lol, but I love cliffies!
Elsalhir Erestar - /feels guilty/ well, it's about to kinda get sad. But will hopefully stay funny. And that's ok, I'll make sure to watch my paragraph stuff, or try.
aloneforevemore – of course I'm evil! And sorry this took me so long. School…
yaoi girl – yes, this is indeed a yami/seto fic, but let's just see where it goes, k?
NaruCrawford – yep, it just made things worse, and I'm sorry this took me so long, and thanks for reviewing!
Vampiress24 – Nah, I didn't think of that, I've heard of it tho, and so I adapted it to suit what I needed. Hope you like this chapter just as much, tho is sad…
shy and leighc – haha, thank you ma dears, and huggles to you/gives huge hug/
Nachzes Black-Rider – LOL
Maris – yes, you're right, I like the way you think. But, Yami won't get to say any of that for a while now. Oh, and thank you very much, reviews like yours make me wanna write forever. /hugs/ thank you
Anukis-san – Lol, thank you, glad you like it, and sorry I took so long.
silver-dagger-113 – yep yep, Seto is gonna go bonkers!
cherry-star-aus – I'm very glad.
Elsalhir – lol, well, they most definitely wont be jumping into bed with one another for a while now.
Yami Pandora – I am so 'so' sorry!
SoulStealerReigns4ever – lol, I promise myself when I start a fic, that no matter what, I'll finish it, so even if I'm a little late, I'll eventually update.
BH – Pash is another name for, I guess, french kissing or tongue, and I considered spin the bottle, but I wanted something different. Mmm, the near rape is what will now push Seto over the edge. And more than a month! I nearly had a cardiac arrest when I realised you were right! Your review made me update my ass, so thanks a lot.
Disclaimer: Hahaha, I wish……alot…
Chapter Ten – Giving it Up
Seto's pov
How could he? How…
I curled myself into a tighter ball. That dream…that nightmare…it was real…oh God, it was 'real'. Smile be damned. Life wasn't fair, and he…Yami, was a liar!
Tears slipped out, tears that shouldn't have been there. He had…he'd been going to…
A sob tore from my throat.
/Hurts, doesn't it Seto/
I lifted my head, fear shooting through me.
/Who are you/
/What, no 'what' are you, Seto/
/Leave me alone/
/Why? He hurt you, didn't he? The one you thought would never…because of his 'smile'/
/Piss off/
What did I do to deserve this? Was I a bad person? Had I some ancient karma due me? Did I run down toddlers in my past life!
I mean, 'fuck'!
/Of course you don't deserve this Seto. You are better than this…better than them/
/You don't know them…or me…/
/I know you all better than you think. I know that you are tired Seto, tired of having to be so strong, tired of all the things life throws at you. You're tired. Why not rest?.../
/Mokuba/
/I will care for your brother. No harm will befall him…if he is on our side/
/Side/
/Of course Seto. They're all against you. The traitor Yami, the other dark spirits, plotting against you. And you're not as strong as you were. They've weakened you/
/They have/
/Of course. The dreams, the nightmares, those were all the doing of the Pharaoh. He has the power to do so, all that magick. He is jealous of you, your beauty, your strength. So he weakened you, and tried to take advantage of you/
/He…he said he…l-loved me/
/A lie, to make it seem 'alright'/
/But I…I l/
/No! You don't! Another lie, another deception! They all hate you/
/But…/
/Trust me. Let me take the pain away. Let me help you…/
/No more pain/
/No more/
I let my eye's slide shut, as that presence, warm and almost comforting, came forward, reassuring me.
I slipped away, from consciousness, from pain, deception, lies…
And he took over. He claimed everything, body and mind, and for once, I was happy to let someone else take the reigns.
I was happy to simply cease.
Yami's pov
What had I done? How could I? I had betrayed him, ruined everything, and hurt him. It wasn't fair!
Tears streamed down my face, as I stumbled along, frantically, desperate to escape this mansion, my mistake, and those haunted eyes. I hurried past a small wooden table, supporting a probably expensive vase, when my foot caught. Both myself, and the table, with the expensive vase, went crashing to the floor.
I rolled over, and curled up, trying to stop the tears.
"Yami!"
I blinked, trying to see through my small river of sorrow.
"Kura?"
"Look, I don't know what you did, but 'nothing' gives you the go ahead to call me 'Kura'. And speaking of which," he said, pulling me into a sitting position, Marik standing just behind him, "what 'did' you do?"
I hiccuped, staring at them both with a helpless expression. Ra, how can I even say it?
"I-I…I," I paused. Seemed 'I' was all I was going to get out.
"Always knew you were self orientated, Pharaoh," Marik said with a tentative smirk.
I took a deep breath. I had to get it out, they had to help me fix this. They had, after all, gotten me into it.
"I didn't sober myself. I….lost control. He's so…beautiful, and I just….lost control."
Bakura looked very serious, gazing straight into my eyes. "What did you do?"
"I…" I sniffled, "I pinned him down….and he begged. He pleaded with me that I didn't…"
"Fucking hell Pharaoh," Bakura swore, looking, for a second, mildly distressed. "Why the hell would you do something like that? How the fuck could 'you' lose control?"
"I'm only human!" I cried, completely distressed.
"Though we have our theories," Marik countered.
"Fuck you both! You both got me into this, help me!" I begged, dignity forgotten, as I decided to throw myself at their mercy. I must have looked truly pathetic, for they both took instant pity on me.
"Calm down Pharaoh, we'll help. It'll be…alright."
I nodded, and hiccupped again, as they began pulling me to my feet. While Marik held my arm, Bakura pulled my arm over his shoulder, and as a big awkward mass, we staggered back toward the living room.
When we got there, everyone was all over us.
"Yami, what happened?"
"Are you ok?"
Anzu pushed forward. "Did that bastard do anything to you?" she gushed.
I managed a glare. "He has caused me no more suffering than you have," I said coldly. She stared, shocked, while Mokuba, behind her, sent me a look of praise that made guilt devour me.
"So, Yami, what happened? Where's Seto?" the boy asked softly.
I swallowed. Ra, what do I say?
"Right here Mokuba."
Everyone jumped. Everyone. Even Marik and Bakura must have leapt about a foot in the air. I whipped round. His voice had been so cold and sharp, like the cutting edge of a knife. His normally sparkling sapphire eyes were steely blue, and his expression was cold, calculating, and point blank terrifying. He looked like the Seto Kaiba I first met, the hate filled, dark Kaiba that would crush whom so ever got in his way.
"Seto?" Mokuba asked softly, confused.
He didn't even look at him, instead, turning to face the others, grouped around me, supporting me.
"Leave, now, and I'll spare your life, Pharaoh," he said coldly.
My eyes widened.
"Kaiba, I"
"I don't want to hear your excuses, or your blithering attempts at reprisal. Leave, now."
"Seto!" Mokuba cried out, a look of anguish on his face, "you promised! You can't kick him out!"
That piercing cold glare hit Mokuba like a bullet train, and the boy staggered back, shocked.
"I'll do whatever I wish."
Joey bristled, as did just about everyone else. They, however, were not as vocal as he was.
"Fuck you Kaiba! This is Mokuba's night, and you can't just ruin it for him! And if you have something against Yami, you have something against us!"
"Absolutely," the brunette countered, smirking dangerously, "but I was merely indicating a warning, for the child's sake," he said, carelessly waving his hand in Mokuba's direction.
Mokuba puffed up, indignant.
"Seto, I don't know wh"
"Silence!" he thundered, startling the poor child back, till he clung to the wall like a shadow, petrified.
We all froze. Never before had Kaiba taken such a tone with Mokuba.
"Kaiba, calm down, Mokuba didn't do anything!" Ryou cried out, scared. Bakura instantly left my side, going to him. With a special tenderness, he took the boy into his arms.
"Kaiba, look, I'm sorry! Just don't take it out on the one person who cares about you," I called.
His eyes swung back round, focusing on me.
"I gave you the only warning you'll ever get, now I will remove you by force."
Tristan and Joey stepped forward, Otogi flanking them.
"Dat so Kaiba? Then you gotta get through us!"
He grinned, a feral twisting of his face. My eyes narrowed. "Certainly," he purred.
All three of them lunged forward, only to freeze mid air. I gasped.
Kaiba stood, hand outstretched, his eyes glowing that hell red. His face was emotionless, as he commanded the bodies of my friends. Then, with a casual flick of his hand, he sent them flying. Yugi cried out, as Joey, Tristan and Otogi flew through the air, only to disappear down the hall.
I heard the front door slam open.
He turned back again, pointing at Yugi, Ryou, Serenity, Anzu, Mai and Malik. They lifted into the air.
"Seto, stop!" Mokuba pleaded, eyes now shimmering with tears, as he watched his friends being forcefully thrown from the house.
Ryou was ripped from Bakura's arms, as the group was flung down the hall, and out into the night. Bakura snarled in fury, leaping up and diving at the brunette.
"Bakura no!"
Kaiba raised his hand, but I beat him to it, flinging out my own to snare the albino back toward me, to stand at my right, with Marik at my left. He shot me a look of loathing.
"Who are you?" I demanded, pushing aside my tears and heartache. Now, I had to be the Pharaoh.
Kaiba smirked dangerously. "I'm Seto Kaiba. Honestly Pharaoh, you're not that drunk are you?"
My eyes narrowed. "Not anymore."
"How convenient."
"Look, I don't know who you are, but you're not welcome here. Piss off back to whichever hole you came from," I growled.
He laughed, a cold, cruel sound that tore at my heart, and made all of us wince.
"Oh Pharaoh," he purred, red eyes flashing, "I've never left. I've always been here. You just…missed me."
My eyes widened, and I took a step back, abject horror on my face. No…
"The darkness!"
"Yes," he said, grinning sadistically.
How? I had expelled it, even had it attack me, which should have freed it from Seto, how could it possibly have survived? Was I losing my strength, my edge?
I paused. Bakura, Marik and I were all a darkness, spirits from the past or from the darkest recess of ones mind. Did this mean…
"Seth?"
He laughed again, throwing back his head.
"Ha, no Pharaoh, I am not the High Priest you loved. I am something else. Think hard, I'm sure with some time," he growled, "you might just remember me."
And he flung out his hand, catching us all off guard, trapping us in suspended motion.
"I'll give you a clue, Pharaoh. We've dueled before, and you sent me to a living hell! Now Seto has given me control of his body, and after what you've done, I have even more of a reason to seek vengeance upon you! I will make you, and all your friends suffer for the agony I have felt, and the pain you put this boy through!"
He wrenched his arm to the side, and I was slammed against a wall. The breath left my body, and stars burst in front of my eyes, as a pain filled gasp escaped me. Before I could even get my bearings, I was moving again, and felt the cold night air hit me, as I was thrown out, into the night.
I hit the ground hard, and everything went black.
Normal pov
Kaiba smirked, as he observed the giant dent in the white wall, the plaster having crumbled under the force at which the dark spirit had hit it. His eye's slowly burnt back to the steely blue, till he looked as he always did, cold and distant.
In the corner, Mokuba cowered against the wall, for the first time in his life, truly afraid of his big brother.
"Seto," he whimpered, "what have you done?"
The cold gaze snapped onto him, and he sank further into the folds of the lavender jumper he wore.
"I have done nothing!" he spat, glaring at the young boy with hatred. "It's them! They've made my life a living hell! Now, I'm going to have my revenge; now, they will be the ones to suffer!"
"No Seto! This isn't you! You'd never do this, you're not evil!"
"Aren't I?"
Mokuba gasped, before glaring, determined, as he stood, pushing the vibrant blonde locks out of his eyes, and striding toward his brother.
"No, you're not, and I don't know what you are, but I do know that 'my' brother would never hurt me, or his friends!"
"They're not friends!" he roared, startling the boy into taking a step back.
"Yes they are!" Mokuba screamed back, "And 'you' aren't my brother! Where's Seto!"
The slender hand shot forward, and snatched at the purple jumper, yanking the boy forward, and off his feet, so that he dangled before his brother, at the man's mercy. His blue-grey eyes widened in fear.
"I 'am' your dear brother, Mokuba, and if you raise a word against me again, you'll regret it. Remember, 'Mokie'," he said mockingly, "I rule this household, and you will do as I say. You're on my side, or theirs, and I know, you'll never leave my side."
With that, he hurled the young Kaiba back, the boy crashing against the nearest white sofa, yelping in pain and toppling it over.
The brunette laughed cruelly, turning to leave.
"I pick their side!"
He stopped, and turned back, eyes wide with shock and anger.
"What?"
"I said I picked their side! You're not my brother!"
The CEO roared in anger, and lunged at the boy. Mokuba cried out, and threw his arms up, trying to protect himself.
He gasped, when he heard his brother's voice, crying out in pain. Lowering his arms, he saw the teen, sprawled on the floor, loathing etched in those blood red eyes.
Around him, was a shining silver sphere of light. His eye's widened, and he gaped in awe. Feeling a tingling around his throat, he glanced down, only to see the silver pendant of Ra materialize on the outside of his clothing.
Kaiba howled in rage.
"You traitor! I knew you'd never stay loyal to me! You've always been on their side!"
Mokuba trembled, but stayed standing tall, looking down at his older brother with disappointment and regret.
"I'd never betray Seto…but you're not Seto."
"Then get out!" he roared, leaping to his feet, the navy shirt swinging back, exposing his heaving tanned chest. Which was shaded black and grey…
Mokuba cried out in anguish, before the sphere he was in shot backwards. He looked up, to see his brothers arm straining against it.
He glared, and willed himself, furiously, to Yami's side.
The sphere lifted, and he drifted away, away from his brother. Tears slipped free, but he knew, this was no longer his home, as long as that man was no longer his brother.
How was that? Ok? Hopefully the next chapter is put up a little sooner. Sorry again about the wait.
