Title: Trust
Author: supernerd3333
Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh. Ha, didn't forget it this time.
Summary: Bakura took Yugi hostage to torture Yami. Kaiba saved the pharaoh but there was something wrong with the body. They needed to figure out a solution and save Yugi, who didn't seem to be too desperate for saving. S/YY, YB/Y
Warning: Kaiba/Yami, Bakura/Yugi. Don't like it, don't read. OOC for Kaiba. A little spoiler for Ancient Egypt. I suck at romance, don't say I didn't warn you. I try to put some action into it, but seems like I failed. Watch out for grammar mistakes. A lot of it doesn't really make sense, but it's the best my brain can do.
Thank you, all your reviewers. Your supports are much appreciated. I have some response at the end of the chapter.
Sorry for the delay, but I had a writer's block, and it was only the first chapter. Anyway, this has become an extremely mushy and pointless chapter, and probably and extremely mushy story. Don't say you weren't warned. Also, I have found the plot hole. Yay for me. So I made an excuse for it, a pathetic one I have to admit, but at least it's an excuse. Now enjoy, though I doubt if you will.
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"You can't move? What do you mean you can't move?" Kaiba yelled shocked.
"I don't know how this happened or why. Do you think I want to be unable to move? This blows my only chance to rescue Yugi. Do you think I want to just lie here, not able to fulfill the promise I made with my life? Why are you yelling at ME?" Closing his eyes, Yami knew he was losing control. "Sorry, Kaiba, I should not have yelled at you like that, after all the things you have done for me." Yami's voice was calm and controlled again, but inside, he was a mess. This destroyed all his hope of saving his light. He broke the promise he made when Yugi pieced together the puzzle. He failed his light, again.
Kaiba gazed at the distraught face. It was filled with self-loath. His heart softened. The smaller man definitely blamed himself for all that happened. Kaiba sighed deeply and pulled the smaller body even closer. Tilting the other's chin up, he gazed into the beautiful, yet pained eyes. "Yami, this is not your fault." Yami tries to protest but Kaiba cut him short by putting a finger on his lips. "I know you want to say that you failed to protect your light, that you dragged him into this whole mess. If you were never here, he would not have gotten hurt. But this is really not your fault. You took all those beatings and tortures for him to be safe. And if you ask Yugi, he would tell you the same thing. He loves to have you as his dark. And even if this is your fault, which it is not, it has already happened. Mourning over it would get you no where. Now I really wonder how you became the King of Games when you can't calm down at stressful time, when you can't face a difficult and emotional challenge with a calm and clear mind. I know that my one true rival will not be acting like a lost chicken in such a situation."
"But what if Bakura hurts him. He may be torturing little Yugi at this second." Desperation was evident in the normally calm and collected voice.
"If Bakura did anything, shouldn't he had done so by now? Even though you two are too far apart to directly communicate, you should still feel his pain if it is at a high level. Since you haven't felt anything through your mind link yet, he's fine. Yugi is a tough kid. He can handle it and Bakura can't really kill him since he is the bait." Kaiba reasoned. "You should know all this. But you cared too much to think straight right now. Your concern is clouding your judgment, and at a time like this, it is not a wise action. Now, sleep a little bit. You've had a long day and we have a long trip ahead."
"You are right, Kaiba, I have been acting like a useless scum. I guess I was too worried. And thank you. You don't know how much your words meant to me." Yami replied with renewed energy.
"Hn, tell this to anyone and it will be the last word you'll ever say." Kaiba said harshly, although a little bit embarrassed. He was glad that the confident gleam in Yami's beautiful eyes returned.
"Now you are back to your usual jackass self, I feel much more at ease. I am going to sleep now, try not to toss me outside the door." Yami closed his eyes. The blue eyed man was certainly intriguing. One minute he was the biggest jerk in world's history, the next he was the understanding friend anyone would want. One minute he tried to plunder you to the deepest well of depression and humiliation, next he was doing everything in his power to help. Talk about unstable. He swore that man had more mood swings than a woman with PMS. But he was strangely comfortable with the changes, almost expecting them.
He enjoyed the harsh half's crude ways of helping, and the amiable half's tender encouragement, the half usually only showed to Mokuba. He hated to admit it, but he needed the other man's support to go through this right now. Kaiba had always helped him through the most difficult situations and Yami hoped he would help him through this one also. "Kaiba? You are still going to be here when I wake up, right?" He asked, quiet embarrassed.
Kaiba couldn't help but smile at the question. "No, I won't. I'll be cutting you into pieces and scatter your remains to four winds to be carried to the farthest corners of earth." The pharaoh smiled at this and closed his eyes, drifting into peaceful sleep in the other man's arm.
Kaiba smiled at the sleeping form in his arm. The smaller one was such a strong and caring person. Countless times, he looked at danger and death in the face and won. Today, he was ready to sacrifice his own life for Yugi without uttering a single cry. This was the King of Games, his true rival, the one man he truly admired. Yet now, looking at the sleeping figure, Kaiba noticed another side of his rival, one that was delicate, almost vulnerable. Golden bangs framed the angelic face. Tight leather outfit brought out the alluring, lean body. He was like a priceless gem, just begging to be possessed. Kaiba's whole body caught on fire at the last thought. And the body pressed to his certainly didn't make the matter easier. What the hell was this? He didn't suppose to be homosexual. He was asexual. OK, he definitely had been working too hard. Now let's just sleep and pray there was no dirty dreams. Kaiba commanded his brain as he drifted into a uneasy slumber.
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Yugi blinked as darkness disappeared and light evaded his senses. Adjusting to the new environment, he surveyed his surroundings, realizing he was in Bakura's house. But something was different. Last time he came, the house was spotless, but this time, wine bottles littered the floor, unwashed dishes piled on the table, snack wrappers stacked by the couch. To put it simple, this house was only fit to live a pig.
As Yugi looked around, Bakura slouched on the couch and yelled. "Hey, dwarf, get me a bottle of Vodka."
Yugi stopped looking as he heard this. Turning toward his kidnapper, he protested: "I am not your slave you know, and I do have a name."
Bakura turned toward the little boy and had his most deranged expression on. "You are my slave now and you will do what I told you to do. And I would call you whatever I please, got that?" His eyes narrowed and fang showed.
Yugi immediately changed his attitude. "OK. I'll get your wine, just tell me where it is."
Bakura smirked at this. The kid was not stupid. "It is in the lower half of the refrigerator."
Yugi came back with the wine in a second. "Here is you wine, Bakura."
Bakura grabbed the wine, started drinking from it, and mentioned Yugi to sit on the floor. "Now you are here, I have to lay some rules. You are now my property, so you'd better do everything I ask you to and address me as master if you want to avoid bloodshed. Is that understood?"
Yugi nodded vehemently, not wanting to be beaten into a bloody pulp. But a question surfaced in his mind. "Bak… I mean Master, if our life energies are linked, shouldn't you feel what I am feeling? If I die, shouldn't you die also?"
Bakura raised his eyebrow at this. "Do you think I am stupid? I did link our life forces together, but it's only a one way deal. You would feel my pain but I wouldn't feel yours. Do you think I would make myself vulnerable by feeling what you are feeling? So don't think about killing yourself to kill me, unless you want a try?" Bakura looked at Yugi nonchalantly.
"No, thank you."
"Good, now I am going to sleep so better get yourself useful. And don't even try to escape, I have a barrier built around the house." Closing his eyes, Bakura fell asleep instantly.
Yugi stood there for a minuet, very confused. Why didn't Bakura beat him to lure Yami when they were in the shadow realm? That didn't make any sense. Could it be Bakura's conscious forbid him to attack a defenseless victim? Conscious? Bakura? Yeah, right. That guy didn't even blink when he killed. Whatever Bakura was planning, it was not good. He needed to be careful, for himself and for Yami. Shaking head to clear his thoughts, Yugi started to clean the house. If he was to live here for a while, might as well make it comfortable.
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Kaiba was pissed when he woken up from one of the most pleasant and torturing dreams ever, one concerning a crimson eyed pharaoh in some very intriguing positions. To make it worse, his main problem was sleeping peacefully in his lap, pressing against his body agonizingly. Kaiba groaned. Stop thinking like that. How could something feel so bad and so good at the same time? He needed psychological help.
It was quiet disturbing actually. The all mighty King of the Games would first fall to the hands of the Tomb Robber, need his saving, unable to move, then become the center of his desire. Did he say desire? Grr. Even though he hated to admit it, the pharaoh did look pretty good. And though he was a genius, he was also a teenager. Teenagers had certain uncontrollable hormones and his rival somehow appealed to those hormones. Yes, it's just that, his mind would never be influenced by the other. There, problem solved. Who needed psychiatrist when they were geniuses?
Then again, hormone didn't explain why he longed for the other's acceptance, why he wanted to help the mutt and cheerleaders just for the other to be happy. Kaiba shook his head, now was no time to think about that. They were going to land in Egypt soon, then he needed to contact Isis, the freaky woman, to get some information. That also meant that he would see the psychopath Malik. Great. Wasn't seeing one psycho enough for a lifetime? He would have to deal with two in a day. Someone up there hated him, but on the plus side, he got the pharaoh sleeping in his arms. Why would that be a plus side, he did not want to analyze.
After another hour of flight, Kaiba's helicopter landed on top of a 5 star hotel in Cairo. Lifting the still sleeping figure up, Kaiba carried Yami to their room. As one could guess, it was fancy and expensive. Kaiba put Yami done on one of the king sized bed before going to bathroom to take a shower to relieve some stress. When he cleaned up and went back to check on Yami, the other was already fully awake and surveying the room in slight panic.
"Yami, are you alright?" Kaiba walked up and sat beside the lying form.
"Kaiba, thank Ra." Yami's panic died down as relief took over. "I woke up and didn't recognize this place. No one was here. I thought you really left me alone. And what is this place anyway?" Yami asked intriguingly.
Kaiba smiled at the pharaoh's apparent curiosity. Dare he say that the fascinated expression on the pharaoh's face was kind of attractive and charming by smallness, prettiness, and quaintness. Now, "cute" was not a word in vocabulary, mind you. His heart was also filled with strange euphoria hearing that the pharaoh had been looking for him and was afraid he would leave. But that didn't mean he wouldn't tease the royalty about that. "Aww, was the all mighty pharaoh afraid of being alone? To think you specifically required my presence, I am very flattered your highness." Kaiba smirked as he bowed his head in mockery, which earned him a heated glare from his highness.
Then a smirked crept onto Yami's face, replacing the frown. "Ah, my most honorable priest, you have finally accepted my sovereignty over you. This is a moment to remember in history of mankind. So, dearest priest, may you give me a brief as in where we are and why we are here?" Yami's eyes twinkled with mirth as Kaiba growled.
"We are in the finest hotel in Cairo and we are here to meet your other priest Isis and the psycho tomb keeper Malik to see if they have any answer for your condition, you royal pain in the ass." Kaiba grunted out.
Yami raised an eyebrow in faint shock. "Is that any way to address your sovereign, priest? I see that 3000 years had erased whatever humility you had left."
"I had humility back then?" Now it was Kaiba's turn to act surprised. "My, my, you really do learn something everyday."
"And you call me pain in the ass?" If Yami could move, he'd be shaking his head right now.
"Did the noble pharaoh just uttered such crude language? Which direction did the sun come up from today?" Kaiba mocked.
"I'd say west judging from the fact that you are smiling." Yami commented oh-so-wisely.
Kaiba quickly caught his behavior and turned the smile into a scowl. Then he uttered the most intelligent thing any genius would come up with in such a situation. "Am not."
"That is very mature, my priest." Yami was highly entertained.
"Shut up." Kaiba seethed.
"So, only has the child's ability to speak two words coherently now, are we?"
"Since you are a 3000 years old dead spirit who never even supposes to have a body, I guess everyone is a child to you, you old hag."
"Now, now, children, 'hag' is used to describe female." Yami explained patiently as an kindergarten teacher would to 4 years old kid. Of course, if you use ratio, Yami's age verses Kaiba's was roughly similar to a 30 years old teacher's verses a 2 and a half month old baby's.
Kaiba was seeing red by now. Of course, that could be Yami's taunting eyes he was entranced by. He grunted through his teeth. "You are getting on my last nerve, pharaoh."
"You had any nerves?" Yami blinked at Kaiba innocently.
Now, if it was anyone else, Kaiba would strangle him/her to death by now. But since it was our beloved pharaoh we were talking about, our cold blooded CEO couldn't bare to put his hand around that delicate neck, which would lead to his regret in the decision and frantic attempt to revive the pharaoh, including giving a CPR. Of course, the former priest wouldn't mind that, would he?
Being the less stubborn one of the two, Yami decided he had enough fun today. "OK, Kaiba, it's time to end this pointless argument."
Kaiba only grunted in response.
"Kaiba. You took a shower." Yami stated, finally saw the damp hair.
"Nice discovery, you oh so observant one." Kaiba narrowed his eyes, apparently still sore from losing the spit match.
"You know, this is a very long, tiring, and hot day…" Yami was suddenly very embarrassed.
"Uh-huh?" Seeing the expression on the other's face, Kaiba was very interested.
"Wearing leather certainly didn't make it any easier…"
"So?"
"So, I was wandering that…"
"What?"
"I was wandering if you could, you know…"
"Just spill it already."
"If you can help me take a bath?" Yami tried to sound nonchalant as he blunted it out.
Kaiba's eyes widened to an extent that would make Yugi jealous.
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Bakura woke up to a very much improved house. The dishes were gone, trashes taken away, and dust accumulated during an indefinite period in which Bakura took control was cleaned. "Yugi?"
Yugi came out from the kitchen. "Hey, Ba… I mean, master, why did you call?"
Bakura narrowed his eyes. The kid was definitely enjoying himself too much. "What were you doing?"
"Why, cooking. We need to buy more grocery, some of those food already expired." Yugi reported.
"No, what were you doing before that?"
"I was cleaning. I don't know when was the last time this place got cleaned." Yugi wrinkled his nose in disgust.
Bakura narrowed his eyes. "Did I tell you to clean this place?"
"No, but …"
"But what? I like this place dirty and I do not wish people to destroy what I like." Bakura snarled with his vampire voice.
"You…" Yugi was angered by Bakura' apparent taunting and was about to snap when he realized the potential harm he would place himself and more importantly, his dark into. "I… I'm sorry, master. I didn't know." Yugi stepped back a little, swallowing his dignity.
Bakura inwardly smirked. 'So the little runt had some backbone. It would just make breaking him more interesting. "And now you know. But knowing how bad the pharaoh's amnesia was, I wouldn't be surprised that you forget it tomorrow."
Taking a deep breath, Yugi uttered evenly. "I will try to remember."
"Now, go back to what you were doing." Bakura snapped while flipping through the channels on TV.
Yugi was retreating into the kitchen when he suddenly stopped. "Master?"
"Huh?"
"Why didn't you beat me back in the shadow realm?"
"What, you want me to?" Bakura sneered, but Yugi knew he was trying to change the topic. Bakura sighed. He didn't know what took over him, but he couldn't resist that voice. "You remind me of someone." He spoke softly, eyes not once leaving the screen.
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Kaiba stared down at the pharaoh like he had just been resurrected. Well, technically, he was resurrected a few hours ago, but that was beyond the point.
"Kaiba, I didn't mean for you to actually do it." Yami quickly explained. "You can call up some hotel workers and ask them to do it."
What? Letting someone else to see and TOUCH what was rightfully his? "NO!" Kaiba declared vehemently, which earned him a wary glance from the other. "I can't let people know that I am here with my greatest rival, who is mysteriously unable to move." The excuse came out wonderfully.
"Oh, so…" Yami trailed off, not knowing exactly what to say.
"Look, I'll help you take a bath." Kaiba finally said with great courage while briefly wonder what he had gotten himself into.
After finally able to get the tight leather outfit off, put a very naked Yami in warm water, glaring at the evil wash cloth in hope it would suddenly disappear to the shadow realm when he was cleaning certain area, tending the other's certain biological need that everyone needs to fulfill several times a day, drying the body that was only covered by a layer of water droplets, and putting the other into a one size too big black silk pajama that showed the bare shoulder, Kaiba finally helped the other to finish the torturing bath, then realizing that he needed another shower, a very cold one.
Even though embarrassed, Kaiba was also a bit pleased. The first reason was rather obvious. The second was that he had prevented Yami from being raped, a fate he was certain would befall the pharaoh if a hotel employee was doing the helping part.
Now, after both men's blushes had somewhat subsides, the two engaged in another war of mouth and tongue (by that I mean creative discussion) to lose some awkward tension. "Kaiba, it's great you had helped me, but since when did you become such a sentimental friend?" Yami asked casually.
"Don't' flatter yourself." Kaiba glared at the other. "I helped you so you would be in top form when we duel again." He had said that so many times when he was helping the other, he didn't even need to think to come up with it.
Yami rolled his eyes. "Haven't you used that excuse for once too many times during the past years? Well I guess I should have realized after knowing Joey for that long that you really can't teach an old dog new tricks."
"Are you comparing me to the mutt?" Kaiba narrowed his eyes.
"I am not, but now you said it. I can see the resemblance." Yami smirked as he heard Kaiba growl. "See what I mean? You growl too much like a dog."
Kaiba could only growl again.
"You know, I've always wandered how two male dogs would court. Maybe you and Joey should do it sometimes."
"The mutt?" Kaiba screeched in horror, then narrowed his eyes till no one can see the eyes anymore. "Oh, you did not just say that."
"Say what?" Yami raised an eyebrow. "I am curious by nature. After all, you were the one who said I was the observant one who make nice discoveries."
"For someone who's immobile you certainly talk a lot."
"Well, if you can't use your other body parts, better use your mouth."
'Well, I can think of better ways for you to use your mouth, but you don't need to know that.' "Apparently other body parts include your brain, or you should know to shut your mouth up while you still have one."
"Or else what? The dog will bite me?"
'Actually biting doesn't sound so bad, but again you don't need to know that.' Then a smirk found its way onto Kaiba's face. "You know, pharaoh, biting isn't dogs' only line of defense. Unknown to most, we also tickle each other."
Yami's eyes widened in horror as the smirk on Kaiba's face turned into a full fledged evil grin. "Kaiba, you wouldn't dare." Yami narrowed his eyes the best he could.
"Oh? Wouldn't I? I think I wouldn't pass this opportunity." Kaiba moved on top of Yami. "You are going to pay for all the things you said today." With that warning, Kaiba began to tickle our poor immobile pharaoh who could do nothing but panting between laughs.
"S… Stop. Kai… Kaiba. Right now!" The fallen King of Games commanded meekly.
"Say that I am better than you and I will stop." Kaiba smirked while still tickling the smaller boy senseless.
"O… OK. You… are… the win…winner… a…against the im… immobile… pharaoh." Yami managed with great difficulty to utter those words between pants and laughs.
"Against the immobile pharaoh? I see you want more of your treatment, huh?" Kaiba's eyes glazed over as the smaller boy continue to pant incessantly under him. How easy would it be to just have him right now? Kaiba was trying hard not to do that, when a awkward cough was heard.
Turning his head toward the source of the voice, Kaiba saw a Egyptian with huge earrings wearing a long sandy robe and a turban. Yami, whose head was also facing that way, clearly recognized him.
With a faint trace of smile, the very unwelcome intruder asked in a calm yet slightly amused voice. "Am I interrupting something?"
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Now, glad that was over. It sucks. I was trying to find the humor effect since I believe the next few chapters will be pretty sad. Oh, well, the best I can do. Sorry for disappointing all the reviewers. Here are your responses.
Allison lightning – Glad you like it. I need to somehow bring Kaiba into the story so I gave him the Millennium Rod which somehow in someway landed in his office. Pathetic excuse, but oh well.
Kome – The reason that you thought was the cause, was probably the cause. I can't really create those deep elusive plots, so I do it simple. .
Someone – Very appreciated.
KuraiBakuFan – Ahem, yeah. He can't move. I need a way to get Kaiba and Yami together. It's a lame excuse I know, but at least it's an excuse. Hehe. Scratches head in embarrassment.
glomps Yugi – Well, I like that sentence too, believe to be my personal best. I am not being very modest, am I? Hehe. I am sorry there's not that much fluffiness in this chapter between Yugi and Bakura, and most likely none in later chapter since it is about to go dark for those two. Hope you don't mind.
Hell's Sorrow – Thank you so much for all your encouragement. It really made my day. Thank you. I just hope that this chapter didn't disappoint you too much.