Chapter Four- Unfolding Deception

AN: Ugh. Y'all have no idea how long it took me to successfully upload that last chapter. It kept messing up on me and inverting the chapter from " The Sacrifice" and this so that you had both stories with the wrong, completely random chapters and…yeah. I hate technology. Anyway, on with the futile typing rhythm. Grr. I only have like, four reviews…

Yami took care of his busy work in less than an hour, finding that the three corpses had been thrown into one of the kilns of the various factories his master owned. He then spoke to a conglomerate of Vladimir's beastly Russian comrades. It seemed they had received the substance by airmail that very morning and were once again on good terms with them.

Normally this would have cheered him, buts as he walked into his small house in Domino, his heart was heavy and his body very sore. Seeing his Grandfather's picture above the fireplace didn't help. That sweet, violet-eyed man who died long before he could've seen what his Grandson had turned into. He'd had a stroke the year before, and though Yami had only been sixteen, Seto had used his extensive influence to keep social services at bay, allowing Yami to live by himself.

It seemed he owed everything to the brunette. The thought sent him deeper into his depression.

He had never wanted this. It hadn't started out this way…

/ Yugi let out a small cry as the needle went into his arm. Seto looked at him sternly and he closed his mouth. He wanted to be a man in front of the brunette. His dragon had been coaxing high-pitched, virginal chirps out of him all afternoon, and during an ebb in their carnal frenzy Seto pulled out a syringe.

" Trust me. There's nothing like it in the world." He said gently. " Soon you'll feel great."

Yugi smiled as he looked into the deep blue eyes. They were so trusting and nice and fixed upon him. They liked him.

" I love you, Seto." Yugi said airily as the heroine started taking effect.

Seto grinned like a viper. " I know. And you'd do anything for me, right?"

Yugi curled up in the lanky brunette's arms, reveling in the compliance and physical secrets Seto was unlocking inside of him. " Anything."

" Will you join my club?"

" I'd join you in death and darkness, Seto."

At that Seto laughed raspily. " Then we will have to change your name. Yugi sounds like a bio. nerd. From this day forward, you will answer to me and all I introduce you to as Yami. After the darkness you've pledged to enter with me."

Yugi's stomach felt queasy, but one look into those compassionate eyes and all doubts left him with the wind.

" Yes. Yami." /

Yami opened his eyes as his hip began to vibrate. Awning, the teen took out his pager and marveled as he spied the digital clock.

9:30PM.

He must've dozed off while watching TV. Groggily the Egyptian scanned his text message, then went back and read it more slowly.

YAMI: I'M SORRY. MEET ME AT EQUILIBRIUM AND I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU.- S.K.

Yami put his pager away and sighed. He always came back. And he always gave in. They always got high. And he always ended up in bed again. The cycle was enough to drive a person to suicide. Still, the teen stood up and put his boots on, half way to his room and already obsessing over what to wear…

Duke Devilin put away his beeper and adjusted his red velvet vest haughtily, waving away the concern of his uni-spike haired comrade.

" Relax, Honda. That tender-foot Seto won't know what hit him, with Yami on our side."

Honda Hiroto's deep brown eyes shifted spazmatically as they entered the monumental nightclub.

Equilibrium was built upon four tiers of industrial spiral levels, supported by a single six-foot thick pillar in the center of the tower- building. Pink and orange neon strobe lights illuminated the hordes of wild dancers twisting and churning to the latest Japanese techno rock.

Bars sold drinks to young and younger, and dealers lurked in corners, ready to lead their buyers behind the velvet curtains that lined the walls, where they could test their new product.

Of all Seto Kaiba's investments, buying the old warehouse had been the most genius. This realization did nothing to divert Honda's fears.

" Sure Yami's just as brutal, but Kaiba taught him everything he knows! And how can we be sure he'll even want to go along with it?"

Duke tossed his hair, his single dice earring hitting a topless serving girl in the nose.

" Because I went to The Mansion this afternoon to drop off my new list of pick-up spot rotations, and I heard them yelling. It was a real bitch brawl, actually. Yami going on about how Seto didn't care for him, and all."

Honda rolled his eyes. " I swear those two fags piss me off. If you're on that team then fucking the boss's a privilege. Everyone always wants the whole package."

Devilin smirked. " Tell me about it. Anyway, it got mega-serious pretty fast. Yami wanted to walk. I think he might've been crying. Then I heard a scuffle; I couldn't see cuz I was behind the door. There was some shuffling, then Kaiba worked his magic and soon Yami caved. When I heard him coming, I hid in the shadows. He looked real bad when he left. His neck was bleeding and he was murmuring about some ancient god, Thoth."

Honda raised an eyebrow and flipped up the lapels of his racing jacket.

" You think he'll just…give in like this after one fight?"

Devilin became grave. " Aren't you tired of being in the back round, Honda? Of being just another drone? Don't' you want to make something more of yourself than a white powder monkey?"

Honda held his hands up. " Hey man, lay off. I don't do the shit, I just push it."

Duke's green eyes flashed. " Well we got a chance. We just need Yami-oh, damn, here he comes now. K, just let me do the talking.

TBC

AN: I know, I know. Short chappie. Sorry, that's just the way it's turning out. I wrote this all in a marble notebook, so ten pages there is like, three here. (I write big.) Damn, I have no life. Seriously, this is like, what I do for fun now. I re-type things I wrote ahundred years ago so I don't go crazy thinking about how many friends I don't have. Review!