This chapter is for M.S. who persuaded me to join fanfiction.net. I
obviously do not own Yugioh, or any type of company I may mention in the
future.
Mokuba has been taken by a group of familiar individuals with one thing in mind. To have Seto Kaiba in mind, body, and soul. Rated for future rape, language, and future BDSM.
The Mind's Binding
By MercilessTantulas
Prologue
The heat was all consuming, and passionate. He was too close. The edge, it was too close. If he got any closer, it would consume him as well. Luckily, there were escapes. There always were. Dueling, Mokuba, His company, school...They were nothing but distractions, excluding the second. The second was the only reason he fought, he struggled. This fight would have been over so long ago if not for his brother. His savior. It was ironic that the fight he fought was for one who was no longer around. The fight to live until he found his brother.
***
Chapter One- An Evil Plot
It is all coming in to focus now. His very existence had always been pointless. He brought no joy, no love, no peace to others. He only lived for his own benefit, and even that had lost its appeal. His only hope of regaining himself had been lost. Taken away by the wound that had been meant for him.
***Flashback***
"Big brother? What are you still doing up Seto?" Mokuba asked, entering his brother's room. It was late. About 3 in the morning. He had been on his way to one of their many bathrooms when a light from under his brothers door had caught his eye.
"I'm just finishing some of the software rewrites for my VR program. I've made it so no one could possibly break the codes, and change the programming." Mokuba frowned slightly as his brother looked at him with blood-shot eyes. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
"I just had to go to the bathroom." Mokuba paused as his brother nodded at him and turned back to the screen. He approached his brother further, coming up right to his desk. He gazed at the programming in concern. It looked extremely complicated, and it burned his tired eyes just to look at the screen. He couldn't imagine how Seto did it. "Isn't that a lot of work for just one person?"
Seto looked at him suddenly, eyes slightly widened. It was clear he thought Mokuba had gone to bed. His expression then grew softer, "Do not worry about me, ok Mokuba?" When Mokuba did not lessen his intense gaze, Seto sighed. Mokuba watched as his saved, and shut down his laptop. "I think that I should get some sleep now too. After all, tomorrow you have school."
Mokuba allowed his brother to usher him towards the door, "You have school too!"
"Mokuba-"
Whatever Seto had been about to say was lost. For at that exact moment, a shot rang out the impressive mansion. Seto watched, as though in slow motion, as his brother fell to the floor. Deep, dark, red blood was everywhere.
The air was tight, constricting, and he was drowning in it. He could no longer breathe or see. He faintly heard cries of pain and his name when he suddenly dropped to the floor.
***End Flashback***
He would never forgive himself for fainting in that moment. Though the horrendous event had only taken place a week ago, he had yet to find his brother. His hope had all about run out. There was no possible way that he would find his brother now, and even if he did, he feared for the condition that he was in.
Not that this meant he had stopped. He had been doing nothing but looking and working for the past week. His business 'partners' insisted that the attack on his brother had been in an attempt to get him to loose focus on his company. They urged him to continue his work, and that they would handle the matter of his brother. Though Kaiba did not trust those slimy bastards any further then he could throw them, he knew they were right. The attack upon his brother WAS his fault. The only thing that did not make sense is that the kidnappers had not touched Kaiba when he was unconscious. This led him to believe that they either wanted him to suffer, which he found highly unlikely, or they wanted money. *Then why have they not contacted me yet? If they could break into my heavily secured home, then contacting me without being caught should be no challenge.*
***
*That's right you bastard. Grieve for your little punk of a brother. Take all the pain you can, and then I'll give you more.* The eyes that had been hungrily watching Seto Kaiba work blinked to bring the object of many lustful thoughts into better focus.
The sexy, stubborn CEO was sitting at his desk in his room. The same room from which the younger Kaiba had been stolen only a week ago. His fingers were poised over his keyboard, yet no motions were made. The beautiful, deep cerulean eyes had a slight glaze over them, as though they contained no soul. It is almost time.*
The plan was really ingenious. How many desired Kaiba to the point of not caring whether they took him by force or not? The answer is many, as the viewer had discovered not long ago. He knew what it was like to be a member of the 'Seto Kaiba Fanclub', yet what he was feeling now was hatred, love, deep lust, and admiration all rolled into one. He knew that most of his henchmen would quit if they knew how deep and dark his feelings were. Only one knew, due to a certain eye that he had stolen, yet he was not about to stop his leader's fun. *That's right Bakura. I know that you can tell what I'm thinking at times when the eye accepts you. But then, it's not as if you care. You have always known, that I know what a sick bastard you are. My often-sore ass is evidence enough of that. But if you are listening now, I'm on top next.*
The figure looked back upon the CEO. *Of course, hopefully next time it will be Blue Eyes that I top, but you are a wonderful second best.* He could practically feel the spirit grin evilly and smiled, *I knew you were listening. After all. If I had wanted to block you off, I easily could have done so. For I am the rightful owner of my item, and I may use it whenever I wish.*
The spirit of the puzzle grinned then, still looking at the TV. *It is really too easy to find good help these days. Not like when I was Pharaoh. Now all I need is some idiot who knows how to work a camera and how to climb a tree, and I get a perfect view of what is, and will be mine.*
***
This chapter is shorter then the rest will be just because that is the way I have chosen to break up my chapters. I give my thanks to any who have read this. If anyone is interested, I do not have a beta-reader for this story. I find them very useful, and would like one if anyone wishes to volunteer. Also, I do not know what programming to use to have bold or italics. So if someone would let me know, that would be greatly appreciated. Until then, the thoughts will be in '*' for all characters. Thank you.
Mokuba has been taken by a group of familiar individuals with one thing in mind. To have Seto Kaiba in mind, body, and soul. Rated for future rape, language, and future BDSM.
The Mind's Binding
By MercilessTantulas
Prologue
The heat was all consuming, and passionate. He was too close. The edge, it was too close. If he got any closer, it would consume him as well. Luckily, there were escapes. There always were. Dueling, Mokuba, His company, school...They were nothing but distractions, excluding the second. The second was the only reason he fought, he struggled. This fight would have been over so long ago if not for his brother. His savior. It was ironic that the fight he fought was for one who was no longer around. The fight to live until he found his brother.
***
Chapter One- An Evil Plot
It is all coming in to focus now. His very existence had always been pointless. He brought no joy, no love, no peace to others. He only lived for his own benefit, and even that had lost its appeal. His only hope of regaining himself had been lost. Taken away by the wound that had been meant for him.
***Flashback***
"Big brother? What are you still doing up Seto?" Mokuba asked, entering his brother's room. It was late. About 3 in the morning. He had been on his way to one of their many bathrooms when a light from under his brothers door had caught his eye.
"I'm just finishing some of the software rewrites for my VR program. I've made it so no one could possibly break the codes, and change the programming." Mokuba frowned slightly as his brother looked at him with blood-shot eyes. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
"I just had to go to the bathroom." Mokuba paused as his brother nodded at him and turned back to the screen. He approached his brother further, coming up right to his desk. He gazed at the programming in concern. It looked extremely complicated, and it burned his tired eyes just to look at the screen. He couldn't imagine how Seto did it. "Isn't that a lot of work for just one person?"
Seto looked at him suddenly, eyes slightly widened. It was clear he thought Mokuba had gone to bed. His expression then grew softer, "Do not worry about me, ok Mokuba?" When Mokuba did not lessen his intense gaze, Seto sighed. Mokuba watched as his saved, and shut down his laptop. "I think that I should get some sleep now too. After all, tomorrow you have school."
Mokuba allowed his brother to usher him towards the door, "You have school too!"
"Mokuba-"
Whatever Seto had been about to say was lost. For at that exact moment, a shot rang out the impressive mansion. Seto watched, as though in slow motion, as his brother fell to the floor. Deep, dark, red blood was everywhere.
The air was tight, constricting, and he was drowning in it. He could no longer breathe or see. He faintly heard cries of pain and his name when he suddenly dropped to the floor.
***End Flashback***
He would never forgive himself for fainting in that moment. Though the horrendous event had only taken place a week ago, he had yet to find his brother. His hope had all about run out. There was no possible way that he would find his brother now, and even if he did, he feared for the condition that he was in.
Not that this meant he had stopped. He had been doing nothing but looking and working for the past week. His business 'partners' insisted that the attack on his brother had been in an attempt to get him to loose focus on his company. They urged him to continue his work, and that they would handle the matter of his brother. Though Kaiba did not trust those slimy bastards any further then he could throw them, he knew they were right. The attack upon his brother WAS his fault. The only thing that did not make sense is that the kidnappers had not touched Kaiba when he was unconscious. This led him to believe that they either wanted him to suffer, which he found highly unlikely, or they wanted money. *Then why have they not contacted me yet? If they could break into my heavily secured home, then contacting me without being caught should be no challenge.*
***
*That's right you bastard. Grieve for your little punk of a brother. Take all the pain you can, and then I'll give you more.* The eyes that had been hungrily watching Seto Kaiba work blinked to bring the object of many lustful thoughts into better focus.
The sexy, stubborn CEO was sitting at his desk in his room. The same room from which the younger Kaiba had been stolen only a week ago. His fingers were poised over his keyboard, yet no motions were made. The beautiful, deep cerulean eyes had a slight glaze over them, as though they contained no soul. It is almost time.*
The plan was really ingenious. How many desired Kaiba to the point of not caring whether they took him by force or not? The answer is many, as the viewer had discovered not long ago. He knew what it was like to be a member of the 'Seto Kaiba Fanclub', yet what he was feeling now was hatred, love, deep lust, and admiration all rolled into one. He knew that most of his henchmen would quit if they knew how deep and dark his feelings were. Only one knew, due to a certain eye that he had stolen, yet he was not about to stop his leader's fun. *That's right Bakura. I know that you can tell what I'm thinking at times when the eye accepts you. But then, it's not as if you care. You have always known, that I know what a sick bastard you are. My often-sore ass is evidence enough of that. But if you are listening now, I'm on top next.*
The figure looked back upon the CEO. *Of course, hopefully next time it will be Blue Eyes that I top, but you are a wonderful second best.* He could practically feel the spirit grin evilly and smiled, *I knew you were listening. After all. If I had wanted to block you off, I easily could have done so. For I am the rightful owner of my item, and I may use it whenever I wish.*
The spirit of the puzzle grinned then, still looking at the TV. *It is really too easy to find good help these days. Not like when I was Pharaoh. Now all I need is some idiot who knows how to work a camera and how to climb a tree, and I get a perfect view of what is, and will be mine.*
***
This chapter is shorter then the rest will be just because that is the way I have chosen to break up my chapters. I give my thanks to any who have read this. If anyone is interested, I do not have a beta-reader for this story. I find them very useful, and would like one if anyone wishes to volunteer. Also, I do not know what programming to use to have bold or italics. So if someone would let me know, that would be greatly appreciated. Until then, the thoughts will be in '*' for all characters. Thank you.