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Dance
Pegasus nursed his cheek gingerly, looking up with thankful eyes as a cool palm pressed to the hot skin. Worried blue eyes looked at the American as Seto sat down next to him.
"I'm alright." The silvernette assured, his hand going over the brunet's, relishing the feel of the cool skin "Have you sent someone to look for Shadi?" Pegasus asked. Seto's eyes looked down, hand dropping to his lap, meaning no. After seeing Pegasus get hurt, all manner of memories had ignited within the Kaiba's mind, and he was shying away from all but the American, even the other dancers. "It's okay, don't worry." The American said warmly, catching Mai's arm as she passed.
"Could you"
"Whoa hon, what happened to you?" She asked, butting in as Pegasus talked, her eyes glued to the slowly bruising mark.
"It doesn't matter." The American brushed it off.
"To hell it doesn't. Pega"
"Mai, could you go find Shadi for me?" The smile faded slightly to a serious look, and the blonde frowned but nodded.
"Alright, but I want an explanation when I get back." She left quickly, sensing the gravity of the situation, sending out some of the other men and women to check.
After almost 10 minutes she returned, finding the Pegasus and Kaiba hadn't moved, save for the brunet hiding his face against the American's neck, clinging to him. The silvernette looked up, lips parting as he saw the blonde's dark expression, already knowing what she was going to say with a sinking feeling.
"We can't find him, he's not here."
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Shadi slowly regained consciousness, amber eyes looking around silently, not quite gathering what was wrong until memories of what had happened flooded back.
The Egyptian realised after a moment that he was lying down, and instantly tried to sit up, only to be jarred back down with a quiet, pained cry. Pulling his wrist, he found that they were attached to thick bedposts with metal cuffs. His feet were much the same, chained to the end bedposts, meaning he was spread-eagled across the bed.
He realised, with no small amount of horror, what had happened and, judging by his state of dress, what was going to happen. His shirt had been unbuttoned, the material falling to either side, exposing his tanned chest, and the fastenings on his pants had been partially undone. His black hair was spread across the pillows but a few strands tickled his cheek annoyingly.
Looking around, Shadi could see that the room was dark and devoid of anyone save himself. From the looks of it he hadn't been out cold too long, it was still early night time outside, the faint shimmer of laser lights from the upper class clubs still on their welcoming colours.
The Egyptian examined the room around him. It seemed average enough, just someone's bedroom apparently. An empty wash basket lay near the door and a smart suit hung near the closet. In the dark room he could see little else, there was a mirror on a dressing table that reflected the night light, and the door through which he must have been carried was bordered in a ring of light from, what Shadi guessed to be, the hallway beyond.
Wherever he was, he wasn't alone.
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Rishid had not been amused when the loud knocking on his door disturbed his peace. He had only been home for an hour and already it appeared as though his 'friends' were bored again. Opening the door, he growled softly as he was pushed inside, greeted loudly by three apparently drunk men: Hideyuki, Tatsushi and Tohru. In blunt terms he'd told them to go home, but they didn't listen, just laughing it off.
Which was apparently the reason he was sitting in his living room, listening to an utterly boring conversation as the three men consumed vast amounts of alcohol, every now and then one of them would retrieve more from the car.
Bored as he was, Rishid never questioned why the last of his four 'visitors' came in late, or why he seemed to go upstairs first before appearing in the lounge, believing the slightly slurred excuse of 'needing the bathroom real bad.'
When it began to get late, approaching midnight, Rishid told them in no uncertain terms to 'get lost'. "I know you four have called in sick days but I have work tomorrow." He said, tone annoyed as he got up, hoping they would do the same.
Luckily for him, after sharing a quick glance, the four men got to their feet.
"Yeah…you're right…you should be getting to bed…" Tatsushi drawled, swaying slightly as he headed for the door.
"Don't wantcha tired or nuffin, right?" Rishid was finding the way each of them seemed to be taking their time leaving utterly infuriating, and grabbed the last two; Tohru and Lee, by the arms, marching them out ahead of the other two, ignoring their complaints.
"Just go home." He told them, shoving Tatsushi out before the man could land a badly aimed grope, slamming the door before any of them had time to say 'bye'.
Outside, all four once again shared a look before making a hasty retreat, glancing back in time to see the lights being turned off on the ground floor, knowing the Egyptian would be making his way upstairs.
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Shadi didn't know when, but at some point the stress of the situation must have gotten to him, because the next thing he knew he was being woken up by the sound of the door being slammed open, followed by a pause and then-
"What the…"
Amber eyes opening blearily, and he was attempting to swallow the panic as he tried to focus on whoever was at the door, blinking in shock when he saw the man from the club standing just inside the doorway, light brown eyes wide with shock, lips slightly parted. He seemed to be trying to say something but nothing came out.
He came to his senses slightly after a moment, his hand quickly reaching out to flick the light switch, blinking slightly as brightness filled the room, watching as the blacknette on the bed closed his eyes with a wince.
"I…I'm…what…" He didn't seem to be able to string a sentence together, and without warning he walked forwards sharply, amber eyes opening to look at him in fright, wondering what he was going to do, before realising that the tall Egyptian wasn't after him, his eyes focussed on the card that was open on his desk.
"Bastards." He snapped, tearing the card up after taking the tape off the key that was attached to it. "I'm going to kill them for this." He muttered to himself as he leant over to undo the prone Egyptian's cuffs, going to undo the ones at his ankles as Shadi sat up, pulling his shirt around him defensively.
"I'm so sorry about this,-" He stood up, light brown eyes looking at the man on the bed as he curled up slightly.
"…Shadi…my name's Shadi." The blacknette said, voice wavering slightly. He didn't have a clue what was going on, but had the feeling that he was, or had been, in very serious danger.
"Shadi. I'm…I'm very sorry about this." There was little else he could think of to say. "I'm Rishid. I don't know what the hell they were thinking, but I swear this won't go without consequences." He assured Shadi. "Is there anything I can get you? Anything you need?"
"C-can you take me home?" Shadi asked, voice quiet.
"Of course." Rishid nodded, offering a hand to the blacknette to help him up. It was ignored however, Shadi getting up by himself, arms wrapped around his waist tightly after refastening his clothes, hair hiding his too-pale face.
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The drive was short and silent, Shadi looking out of the window, forcing himself blank.
As soon as the car stopped in front of his apartment block he was dashing from the car, not saying a word, not seeing the driver's pained frown and the flash in his eyes that promised revenge on his so called 'friends' before he drove off.
Shadi dashed up the stairs, fumbling with the keys that were thankfully still in his pockets, opening his apartment door and slamming it shut, sliding down the smooth surface just as the panic reached it's peak, a sob soft escaping him, the dark kohl making dark tracks down his cheeks as he curled up, trying not think about how the night could have ended. He didn't want to think…he just wanted to curl up and forget.
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Outside, emerging from a dark alleyway, three sets of eyes blinked and then narrowed at seeing the Egyptian making a swift retreat. It didn't matter that one of their number had already passed out in a bar, the three of them would be more than enough to make sure that, this time, the dancer got the point when they said it was their friend's birthday.
On surprisingly light feet for their drunken state, they followed their 'present' to his apartment.
Shadi had picked one hell of a night to forget to lock the door.
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