Chapter 8:
Title: Shadow Wars Inc.
Author: Fairyfae
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: SetoxYami
Genre: Action, Romance, Angst
Spoilers: None of which I am aware.
Warning: Lemon, violence, minor gore (nothing big) and other stuff. I don't know. I just wrote the bloody thing.
Disclaimer: Me no own...TT (Snuggles Seto plushie)
Summary: Memories long since forgotten have reemerged to haunt Seto. The world is suffering random and unimaginable attacks. Seto suspects his company is involved in weapons dealing and a Pharaoh is brought back to life for a limited time to stop a supernatural disaster and to save his undeclared love
Yami paused at the dark, cherry wood door that marked the entrance into Kaiba'a most private domain. He took a moment to gather his strength; he knew he would need it for the coming ordeal. Nevertheless, he was confident. He had come prepared. Perfectly balanced on the fingertips of his right hand, he held a trey. On the trey sat two glasses of clear liquid, two sleeping pills, a mortar and pestle, and a standard, unopened deck of cards. Without any further ado, Yami knocked once, firmly, on the door and than entered without waiting for an answer; his feet sinking deeply into a lush, midnight blue carpet.
"Your late." Yami examined Kaiba's erect form, a form that practically vibrated with tension. Kaiba stood looking out of a floor length window, bathed in the moonlight that was the only source of illumination in the room, only his back currently visible from Yami's position at the door.
"Only by a few minutes." Yami stated, turning only to close the door before returning to his examination of his surroundings. The room's walls were two-tone, top and bottom separated by a white chair rail. In the dark, the top seemed to be the palest blue, almost white and the bottom seemed to be only shades lighter than the carpet. The ceiling soured a good twenty-five feet over his head, dominated by a huge canted skylight which revealed the moon, peaking out from behind intermittent clouds which were, even now, releasing a gentle spray of rain creating the gentle tinkling of water on glass, a song that drifted lazily through the room. Immediately to his right stood a hand-carved, oriental style wardrobe, in cherry wood, and beyond that, a self-standing oval mirror. That was funny; he would have never pegged Seto as someone who would have a self-standing mirror. Set slightly away from the wall was an oriental screen with pearl inlay, the design complex and captivating, truly beautiful to behold. On his left, the wall was dominated by a modern-looking three tier-desk, complete with every bit of hardware and software imaginable. Beside that stood an antique dresser, also in cherry wood. Hidden in the corner, there was a door, possibly to an adjourning restroom. The room's highlight, however was directly in front of him, framed on either side by floor-length double, rectangle bay windows and sitting on a raised dais stood a magnificent cannonball bed. The bed itself was at least double the size of a queen, the sheets and coverlet obviously custom made. The coverlet was a downy virgin white satin, the top and bottom hand embroidered with silver, navy, and baby blue thread, the sheets, a navy blue satin. Matching curtains, each tied back by navy blue satin cords, adorned the windows. At the foot of the bed was a chest of equally massive proportions and each side of the bed was equipped with its own nightstand. Decorative lamps graced both nightstands, and standing lamps were tastefully distributed throughout the room. The whole ensemble was unique, and enchanting.
"Are you quite finished." Kaiba's voice yanked Yami out of his revere, the reality of the situation a weight returning to his shoulders.
"Quite." Yami continued the rest of the way into the room to set his trey on a clear section of the desk. "I suppose we should get right down to business." Yami saw the impossible happen; the muscles in Seto's back became even tensor. He released a breath. He should not be surprised. He knew that Seto would not make this easy. The man still would not even look at him.
"Get on with it Yami. I don't have all night. I need to get at least some sleep. Some of us have day jobs you know." Seto's sarcasm cut through the room's peaceful atmosphere. "Tell me how we're going to do this damn thing."
"Relax Seto. I would not do anything to hurt you." The other turned to face him, disbelief clear in his expression. Yami sighed again. He had a strange feeling that he would be sighing a lot. "Fine. There are two ways for me to examine your thoughts, a hard way and an easy way. The hard way is for me to try to penetrate your mind while your awake. That, however, would be painful for you since I would have to fight my way around your waking defenses, defenses that we both know are not inconsiderable." Yami ignored the short, sharp growl that escaped the other, "The other way is for me to visit your dreams while you are sleeping. When you sleep, your defenses drop and I should be able to search with greater ease. This procedure, aside from whatever pain might be caused by what we find out, should be painless. Needless to say, I prefer the second option."
Yami watched the distaste cross Seto's face at the thought of anyone seeing him without his defenses. "Well I don't like the second option. If I have to have you in my head, I am going to be awake while your doing it. A little pain means nothing to me." His answer had not gone unanticipated by Yami. If anything, Kaiba's extreme need to be in control in all situations had always been present.
"I thought you would say that. That is why I propose we play a little game." Yami watched the battle Kaiba fought with himself. He did not want to show interest, but Kaiba, like himself, could never resist a challenge. The distrust was still there, however. So Yami began talking. "The game is quite simple, more a game of chance than anything although some strategy and probability is involved. I am sure your familiar with it." Yami reached over and picked up the unopened deck of cards. "It goes like this. Right here I have two glasses, a deck of cards and two sleeping pills." Yami picked up the sleeping pills with his other hand, holding them out where Kaiba could see them. Placing the cards back down on the table he placed the pill in the mortar and proceeded to crush them to dust. "Watch me while I put the powder in only one of the glasses." Yami then turned his back on Kaiba and moved the glasses around a bit." Turning back around he looked Kaiba in the face. "The glasses are identical and you can no longer tell which glass has the pills and which does not. Now, you open the deck and shuffle. You deal each of us two cards. You want to get as close to twenty-one without going over as you can. If it pleases you, you can ask the dealer, yourself in this case, for an additional card or you can discard one card from your hand. If you win, I tell you which glass has the sleeping pills in it and you can choose which glass you drink. If you lose, I don't tell you and you have a 50/50 chance of getting the glass with the pills. If you fall asleep in the next hour, I use my method to look into your mind and if you do not, we do things the hard way."
He watched as Kaiba thought things over for a moment. Yami barely restrained his smile when the other agreed to the game, "Alright, but we are using my deck."
Yami was slightly insulted but willing to let it slide for the time being, "Fine. Deal."
Kaiba pulled a deck of cards out of his bedside table and strode across the room towards Yami. Expertly, he broke open the package and shuffled the deck. Quickly, he dealt both him and Yami a hand. Yami had a two and a Queen, fourteen points total. He held his ground. Kaiba grinned, an incredulous look of triumph on his face, "Figures. First time I beat you and no one is around to see it." Kaiba lowered his hand to show a jack of hearts and a ten of diamonds, twenty-one points total.
"Congratulations, Kaiba. The glass on the left has the sleeping pills. I hope the fruits of your victory don't hurt you too much." Yami smiled sadly at the gloating form of the CEO.
Kaiba grabbed the glass on the right and smirked, "I suppose being dead has erode the abilities of the King of Games. Whoever thought that you would lose so easily." He strode over and leaned on the edge of his bed smugly.
Yami just shook his head sadly, "Such things happen when your heart is not in the game Kaiba. I thought I had taught you that at least."
Kaiba snorted and sipped his drink. "As if I ever listened to your nonsense." He paused, than looked up at Yami, voice breathy. "What have you done? You've cheated."
"No Kaiba. That glass does not have sleeping pills in it. It is a draught filled with shadow magic. I never said the glasses were filled with water." Yami walked over to him, removed the glass from his hand and gently shoved his shoulder. Kaiba passed out in a dead faint. "The most important thing is to remember what the goal is Kaiba. I wanted you asleep, you wanted to stay awake. I win yet again. I hope that illusion of control helped you. "
Carefully, Yami climbed up onto the bed next to Kaiba, dragging the lax figure up to the mattress's center. Kneeling beside the sleeping figure, Yami turned his focus inward. Slowly, he released some of the shadow magic flowing through his body, telling it to search for its companion now dancing along with the drink in Kaiba's body. The magic accommodatingly flowed out of Yami's body, dragging his soul along, and plunged into the sleeping form next to him.
Yami felt as if he was diving into a warm pool, like he was being embraced on all sides by something soft and comforting. Opening his eyes, he saw himself in a room and not just any room. He was floating gently above a soul room, Seto Kaiba's soul room. It was enormous. In the center of the room stood a dueling arena and surrounding the walls, stacked neatly on shelves that rose to the ceiling, were trophies of every shape and size imaginable. Yami's spirit floated to the 'ground' and looked around in awe, "Mother of Creation help me. Where do I begin?" Yami walked over to one of the shelves and brushed a finger over one trophy. Picking it up, he examined it. For a trophy it looked odd. It was the shape of a building; it looked almost like Kaiba Corp. headquarters, if a little smaller. Yami allowed himself to drift backwards while looking at the item in his hands until he bumped against the dueling arena in the center of the room. Suddenly the arena burst to life, colors a living mist jumping up out of the center of the arena to form images. Yami jerked upright and the images disappeared. Carefully, Yami stepped up onto the platform, still clutching the trophy and the images reappeared. Looking at them he saw a younger Kaiba. He was seated at the head of a conference table, across from him the breeze flew in through a broken window. His voice drifted through the room. "Call the police, we must report this tragedy immediately." Despite the gravity of his words, a triumphant, malicious smile, the same smile Yami had banished from his face years ago, graced Kaiba's face. Suddenly Yami knew what he was seeing. He was seeing the day that Kaiba successfully took control of Kaiba Corp. Yami stepped down from the platform. The image disappeared. These trophies must represent Kaiba's triumphs, both good and bad. The likelihood that any of these could help him were small. No. What he needed to see were the memories that Kaiba didn't cherish for one reason or another.
Suddenly, Yami flashed back on something that Kaiba had once said…
"Because everything is a battle for me Yami. My life, my company, my abandoned hobby, everything. I don't know anything that doesn't have to do with battle. Even you. You were a battle for me Yami…One that I lost. Unluckily for you, some time since you left, I learned to leave all hopeless battles behind me. I've had no other choice."
Yami winced. Kaiba was the type of person to bury the memories of battles lost and what he needed to find were lost memories. If there was a place to look, that's it. Yami began his search. Although he seemed to search for hours, picking up one trophy after another, everything he examined was another victory. Yami was both impressed and frustrated. Then, when he had just about finished examining everything on the first wall, he found a trap door, hidden carefully behind a shelf. Bending down, Yami lifted the door and stared down into uninviting darkness. This looked…promising…in a creepy, intimidating way. Yami concentrated on imagining a torch and one appeared in his hand. All that time trapped in his soul room had been useful after all. He supposed he could have used a flashlight but he still didn't quite think that way. The light illuminated a set of twisting stairs, seemly supported by nothing. The stairs plummeted down into the darkness, their appearance bringing to mind every horror movie Yami had ever heckled while sitting comfortably next to Yugi during a late night movie marathon. Somehow, the sight was not so funny now.
Steeling himself, Yami began his descent. Finally, hours later, Yami reached another room. Geez, Seto really did not want to visit these memories. Looking around, this room was a striking contrast to the grandeur of the room he had left. Where the other room was open, bright and well tended, this room was musty, covered in spider webs, dank and dark in the way of a crypt. The whole place had a feeling of neglect, loneliness. This room also had shelves, broken, and the items on them were not neatly stacked. Instead, they were carelessly thrown down. In the corner of his eye, Yami saw a book, it looked like a photo album. For some reason, he was attracted to it. He crept quietly, although he did not know why his movements were so careful, over to the book and examined it. The cover was yellow, mildew staining the cover. Disgusted, he kicked the cover with his foot, causing the pages to flip open. He would have turned away then except for the fact that the pictures inside were surprisingly vibrant…and they were moving.
Carefully, he knelt down and studied them. What he saw stole his breath. They were pictures of him…and he looked radiant. Never had he seen himself as so perfect…beautiful even. In many of the pictures, he was not alone. Kaiba was with him. Watching them, he saw that they were memories of battles fought, not against Kaiba, but with him. But they were wrong somehow. In them, Kaiba looked dirty, tired worn, and himself…well he already stated how he looked. Is this how Seto saw things? Did he find himself repugnant and Yami beautiful? One picture in particular caught his eye. He remembered that duel. He watched as Kaiba began to fall to the ground. He saw his own mouth move to yell the others name while he ran to catch him. Here is where the moving picture changed the story. In the picture, Yami's gaze caught and held Kaiba's. Kaiba's…no Seto's eyes were half lidded…passionate. The image, the psuedo-image of me, bent slowly towards Seto until our lips meant, noses brushing as heads tilted to the side, the kiss deepening. Suddenly the picture faded to black, reappearing at the beginning of the duel. Looking back at the other photos, he figured out what was happening. These were Seto's fantasies, Yami thought in wonder. Not the hot and sweaty kinds, although he was sure he could find those in here somewhere. These were his might-have-beens, his should-have-beens, his rewrites of reality...and they were…romantic. Is this what Kaiba meant when he said that Yami was one battle that he had lost? Had he not been talking about the duels?
Yami resisted the temptation to burrow further into the album. These thoughts were private. He was here to find something in particular. Prying was unfair and unethical of him. He reverently put the book down on an intact shelf and continued to look. Almost immediately, another door caught his attention. This door was more secure than the door to Fort Knox. Huge, rusted iron stood in front of him, every second inch covered by a cross bar. Somehow, he knew that what he was looking for was in there. One by one, he removed the cross bars until he could open the door. Pulling with all his might, the door swung slowly, the squeaking of infrequently used hinges grating on his ears like the sound of fingernails on a chalkboard. The room on the other side was lightless and barren, the walls, solid steel. In the room was a lone item, a child's jacket. Yami paced into the room and picked it up only to be plunged into darkness as the door swung shut behind him. Frantically, Yami swung around to face the door and found himself starring at a young boy, pressed against a wall, creeping slowly towards a dim light source. He was no longer in the steel room. He was in some sort of hallway, and the boy across from him, he looked like a younger version of the man he had come to love. Yami blended into the shadows and watched.
Despite his pounding heart, Seto continued stoutly down the hallway, towards the open door of the headmaster's office. Reaching his destination, he stealthfully aligned his body with the frame of the door, his crouched position keeping his reflection out of the window that took up the upper half of the wall across the way. From his current position, he could now make out what the voices were saying.
"So we have a deal." Seto shivered. That was the voice, the one instilled with death and malice. This was the person his instincts were bucking against. He looked up at the window across from him and noticed that he could see a reflection of the room's occupants. Thank god for our dear anal-retentive cleaning lady, Seto thought to himself. Practically every surface in this building was reflective thanks to her. Now all he had to do was wait until the reflection showed that no one was looking towards the door. Than he would make his break for it. Unfortunately, that time was not now. Seated at his desk, a desk that was situated as per tradition directly across from the door, was none other than the headmaster himself. Getting caught by him would surely get him in worlds of trouble. Especially seeing that his forehead was still bleeding. The headmaster was a real stickler for no in grounds fighting.
Seto continued to study the reflection and what he saw made his brow wrinkle in confusion. There, next to the headmaster stood Margaret, and behind her a mousy looking man in a lab coat. What was she doing here at this time of night? Of all the residents, she was one of the most amiable and easy going. There was no way she had done anything worth having her called up here at this time at night. It was also far too late for any adoption proceedings. What the hell was going on? Now Seto was not even looking for an opening. Now he was curious.
"Well. I am waiting for your answer." Seto suppressed a shudder. Dang, he wished that man would keep his mouth shut. He should narrate Alfred Hitchcock Movies or something. Maybe he was auditioning for a part as the crypt keeper. Whoever, he was, he wasn't the lab coat. He had to be some where in the room that he couldn't see. From the sound of things, he was seated to the left of the door. That's funny; Seto thought to himself. He could make out smoke in the window's reflections. The guy didn't sound like a smoker. His voice was too smooth…slimy even. Anyway, the smoke was drifting in from the right side of the door. Were there two people in the room that he could not see?
"It's a good deal Mr. Wilton. All your little girl's medical bills will be covered. What more could you ask for? All we ask is that you provide us with what we need in return." Fudge, Seto continued to curse inwardly. Now there were five people in the room, not counting Margaret who he was sure would never rat on him. This guy wasn't the smoker either. His voice was too squeaky…and he was a lawyer. Yup, definitely a lawyer. Seto had seen enough of them while his relatives were fighting over the small inheritance left to him and his brother. One that, not so amazingly, him and his brother no longer had. His chances of getting away unnoticed were shrinking. Another puff of smoke drifted across the reflection. Geez, that crap was thick. This guy must smoke cigars.
"I don't know gentleman," Ah, Seto thought, a voice I can recognize. That was the headmaster. "What exactly is it that you plan to do with them. I can't in all good conscience..."
The slimy voice cut in making Seto wince, than freeze, "Now, now Mr. Wilton. Let's not muddy the waters with the semblance of morality. Don't ask and we won't tell. You really don't want to know do you? After all, what your doing is human trading. You don't exactly have the moral high ground here, no matter how admirable your love of your daughter."
Seto's mind screamed. WHAT! Human trading. What's going on?
Seto saw the headmaster start to shake his head and the evil voice picked up again. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you. These children are going to be the latest thing in weapons technology. We've already completed the preliminary experiments, now we just need some raw material."
Seto tensed; ready to run the other way when he saw the headmaster jump up in his chair. Luckily, the man stayed where he was and yelled, "Raw Material! What are you talking about!" That's what Seto wanted to know. Untensing, he settled back down to listen.
"It's a little difficult to explain. Perhaps you need a demonstration." The man on the left must have gestured in some way to the lab coat because Mr. Mousy reached into his pocket and removed a syringe. Seto tensed yet again as Margaret made to run out of the room, only to be stopped by an arm on her shoulder. She started to cry, wail, kick and scream. Seto was in shock. He didn't think Margie had that much fight in her. What the heck was about to happen? In the reflection, Mr. Mousy wrapped an arm under Margaret's and over her opposite shoulder, forcing her head to the side. Slowly, the needle disappeared into her neck and the plunger was depressed. Margie froze. Seto started to tremble. The menace of his atmosphere seemed to increase a hundred fold. The shadows that scared him early returned with frantic urgency, almost as if they were trying to devour him. Desperately, Seto focused on the image in front of him only to see something more horrible than he ever imagined possible. The shadows rushed passed him and into the well lite room as if light had lost its power to banish them. The darkness settled around Margie and started to churn, her mouth opened in a soundless scream, her face stretched into a mask of limitless agony, agony so strong that no sound could express it. The darkness seeped into the open orifices of her bodies, creeping streams entering ears, nose and mouth. When, finally, the darkness had all entered Margie, a new image started to appear, a black whirlpool centered directly over Margies heart. Slowly, out of the dark portal, a long, hairy claw tip appendage extended, followed slowly by one…two…six…seven others. The legs dug into the antique rug that adorned the floor of Mr. Wilton's office, pulling, until slowly a grotesque head came into sight. Seto frantically swallowed a scream, pressing himself against the wall as hard as his small body could manage, in an attempt to silence his audible trembling. There, staring right at him in the window's reflection, were the multi-faceted eyes of a monstrously big spider, fangs wiggling and writhing with dripping saliva. Margie's body, now hole less, was completely obscured by the huge body in front of her.
"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit." Seto's mind barely registered the panicked litany of the headmaster in the background as he tried to steady his own panicked breathing. Tears started to trail down Seto's face. He didn't know what was going on but, god, he was so scared. Things like this weren't supposed to be real. The image in front of him was blurred now but he couldn't seem to draw his gaze away, captivated by the certain death that was standing in front of him. He registered movement in the room. Holy. It knew he was there. It was coming after him. Seto wanted to bolt so badly but he couldn't. His body wouldn't listen to him. Stupid, stupid body. Where was adrenaline when you needed it?
No wait. It's not the monster that's moving, it's the man. The man on the left was moving towards that thing. Was he crazy! Oh, my god! Seto's chest was now heaving uncontrollably, that man was petting it. HE WAS PETTING IT! Seto stared in disbelief as a man, dressed in a three-piece suit, walked calmly up to a…whatever…and petted it. Absently, he noticed that the man's ring, some sort of multi-headed serpent, was flashing in the rooms light. The man's voice added to Seto's terror.
With academic detachment, he ceased petting the creature and back-handed the headmaster, something that at any other time would have made Seto smile. Now, it only made him wince and shrink further down into the darkness at the edge of the door. "You see. You didn't want to see that now did you? But…now that you have, you might as well know the truth. After all, your with us or against us now." The man patted the headmaster's shoulder, almost affectionately, "And you don't want to be against us now do you?"
Frantically the headmaster shook his head no. "Never. I would never be against you."
"I didn't think so." The man's voice continued to slink, so in accord with the darkness, "You see, we have discovered, quite by accident I assure you, that our world is not the only one in existence. There is another. In this other world exists beasts beyond modern imagination. They roam free, fighting epic battles. Now imagine how powerful man could be if he could harness the power of these beasts. That, my dear headmaster, is what we do. We harness their power and we sell them as weapons. More specifically, we use these children to call the beasts to this world. The children, you see, can control them and we, my dear headmaster, can control the children. We simply implant orders into their heads and then force them to call a monster. The monster than obeys the orders that we ourselves have implanted in the minds of their masters. Perfect, Yes?"
The man paced over to Margie, standing behind her oddly calm, docile figure. "There is just one problem. The children…well, they burn out. We've been borrowing Margie here for what, almost three weeks now, and she's practically used up. You remember how spunky she used to be. Well," the man had the audacity to give a despairing sigh, "She isn't quite what she used to be now is she?"
The man moved back out of Seto's line of vision. "Margie, send it home." Gradually, the black hole returned to Margie's chest and she opened her arms. The creature brushed up against her, almost like a dog with its master, before it gradually returned to whence it came. The hole disappeared. Seto looked at Margie's face. No one was home. Her eyes were blank, her spirit gone. Her body collapsed. "So, back to business. We can now make the perfect weapons if we all just work together. Our compatriot to my right provides the capital and markets our product, my company, of course, is responsible for research and development, and you...you, my dear headmaster, provide us with fresh children. Really. That's not too much to ask now is it? These children aren't wanted by anyone anyways. Their loss will save your daughter's life and make you a rich man in the process. You do know that you have to help us now don't you?"
Seto saw the headmaster collapse to his knees, resignation set in every line of his body, "Yes. I'll do as you tell me. Just don't hurt my family or me."
Seto shook his head continually in denial. This could not be happening. He had to get him and Mokuba out of there now. He had to think of something. They could not wait for him to be old enough to support the two of them. They had run out of time. No matter what, he would cheat, lie, kill, steal, anything…as long as him and his brother were far away from this condemned place, this meat house for hell. Finally, Seto registered that no one in the reflection was currently looking at the door and he made a blind dash across the threshold and down the opposite hallway. Unfortunately, he had forgotten one thing. With his back turned, Seto did not see cold eyes obscured by a ring of smoke, staring intently down the hallway after his fleeing figure.
Seto threw his body upright, screaming wordless nothings over and over, hands clawing at his face.
Yami shook him hard, "Seto! Snap out of it! You're in your room. I'm with you. I'll take care of you. Nothing is wrong here."
Seto's screams became whining moans as he wrapped his arms around his body, rocking back and forth as if to comfort himself. "I left them. I was the only one that knew and I left them. I left them all to hell. I know I did. It's all my fault, all my fault. Oh my god! I left them. I knew and I left them. I'm evil. I'm so evil. Why do I even try to be anything else? I've already hurt them. I knew and I did nothing to save them. Its all my fault."
Yami reached over and slapped Seto hard across the face. Causing the other to turn and stare at him with tear blinded eyes. "You are not evil. I never want to hear you say that again!" Yami reached around the sweaty figure of the boy…for he looked like a lost child at the moment…and hugged him tight to his own body. Yami was about to cry himself. He knew why Seto had locked this memory away. It hadn't been his fault but his child's mind accepted the responsibility for the pain of the ones he didn't…he couldn't have helped in the orphanage. He interpreted his own desperate flight as abandonment of the others.
"Gods, Seto. I am so sorry." Yami apologized, "I never wanted to hurt you like this. I love you so much."
Yami's words seemed to flip a switch in Seto's head for in the next moment, Yami was pushed across the bed so far that he almost fell off its massive surface.
"You love me?" Poison words dripped out of Seto's mouth as he crawled backwards off the opposite side of the bed. "You dare to say you love me!"
Yami reached out to him gently, trying to calm him, "Seto, please."
Seto's feet hit the floor and he reached for the table lamp, "You fucking liar!" He threw the lamp at Yami who barely ducked in time to miss being hit. "You're just like all the rest. You say you love me and then you leave. If you love me, where have you been for the last two years?"
Yami stared in shocked silence. Seto had always been angry but never had he seen him so absolutely furious. He was magnificent. The blazer that he had worn earlier that day had been discarded sometime before, his light blue untucked shirt clung to his sweaty body, outlining the perfect contours of his chest. His body looked hot, and flushed, color adorning his cheeks, his chest heaving up and down as if in massive exertion. Hair hung down in wet clumps to frame blazing blue eyes. Against his will, Yami felt his body react. "Kaiba…"
Seto cut him off violently, " Shut up." Kaiba threw the glass of liquid soaking the bedspread as it flipped through the air only to shatter on impact with the screen behind Yami, "You think you know me, don't you?" Seto's hissed, "Poor Kaiba. Poor orphan. Abused by his stepfather into being a bastard. Well you don't know shit. You think no one ever loved me. I had parents you know. I was old enough to remember them. I was old enough to hear all the lies." Seto stalked around the room, his expression full of menace and hate, "Christmas, Whites day, Valentines, I remember them all. Aunts, uncles, cousins, all saying 'I love you' 'I need you' 'you're my favorite nephew' and what the fuck happened. Nothing! That's what. It was all a lie! They all just wanted something from me. They all left. Mother left, father left, the aunts and uncles robbed me and then left. At least my stepfather never pretended to care. And you," Seto cussed having reached Yami , "You left me to, didn't you!" Seto yelled, practically into Yami's face, pressing the others body hard into the bed with his own.
Despite Seto's rage, Yami wasn't scared. He was almost exhilarated. Seto was consumed with a violent passion, his body pressed lengthwise against his own. His voice dropping to a deadly whisper, "And what do you want Yami. Do you want me?" Seto ground hard against Yami causing him to gasp, "I think you do." Radiating off Seto's body, Yami could feel the need to dominate, to regain the control he had lost when Yami invaded his dreams.
"Yami" slurred words, fell from Seto's swollen lips, "Tell me you love me again. Tell me you'll stay with me forever."
Yami felt tears gather in his eyes, "I love you but you know I can't tell you that."
Seto tiredly looked into Yami's eyes, the drug again taking effect as adrenalin worked its way out of Seto's blood stream. "Lie to me. Please. Just once." Seto closed his eyes and whispered, "Tell me you'll stay with me my beautiful liar… Mine… My very own beautiful liar." A soft snore left Seto's lips.
Yami reached around Seto's back to hold him in his sleep only to pull back at the feel of something tacky. His bandages were again soaked in blood. Yami would have to get up and change them…and he would…in a moment. In a couple more moments, when his heart stopped breaking and tears stopped staining his face.