Title: Irresistible

Summary: What is on the line and what do the terms of the verbal contract mean for Seto? And is he really getting more than he bargained for?

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"There is one thing that can extend your time to one hour, but you'll have to enter a verbal contract." Was this a trick? The first thing Gozaburo said to him in the lines of business was that verbal contracts were as worthless as spoiled milk. Even the homeless wouldn't drink it. Verbal contracts were far too easily breeched.

Unreliable.

"Verbal contract?" He didn't like the look on his step father's face. That look was sickening. It was so filled with deception and cunning. Something was burning in the older man's eyes that terrified him. But what choice did he have?

He hadn't a choice.

That was truth.

Not one.

"That's right. This contract isn't something that I want written on paper. I don't want it repeated, and neither will you." Neither will I? What is he planning? "So, do I have your word that you'll enter this contract without question and follow all of its guidelines without fault?" A contract for a contract. What is he planning? What does he want from me?

Nothing legal, his mind whispered. He agreed with that, but what choice did he have?

"Yes, sir. I agree to your terms. I'll enter the contract," he paused for a moment before continuing. "Even though I haven't heard the terms yet." Again he paused to think. "I have no other choice." When it came to pleading with Satan himself, he had to drop to his knees and beg, even if it made him disgusted with himself.

"There is only one term: Do not tell anyone." What is he planning?

You know what he's planning. Stop being foolish.

He's sick, but not like that.

Be quiet. He's desperate. Ever since his wife ran away…

"And the conditions, sir?" Gozaburo began to grin.

"If you do tell, I'll do it to Mokuba."

"You have my word," he thought out loud. There was no reason to bother thinking over such an obvious answer. His brother's fate rested in his hands, what could he say besides "yes"?

"Good. Now follow me. Leave your papers. No one will bother them." Gozaburo walked towards the door and Seto stood from his seat slowly, as if in a trance. He inhaled deeply, suppressing the shivers of sheer horror at the unknown that wracked his ribcage.

So he followed the man up into the portion of the mansion that resided on the third floor. There was a ballroom up here, a bar as well. But aside from that, the smaller of the servants quarters lied. No servants lived there now. There wasn't a need for live-in housekeepers to keep his wife company.

Since she fled every woman aside from his personal secretary was relieved of their duties and privileges to stay in-home. The secretary lived on the main floor of the house, the reluctant mistress of her boss during his wife's absence.

The third floor was vacant.

The third floor was uninhabited.

The third floor was…quiet.

Seto sunk his teeth into his lower lip and closed his eyes tightly as he followed his step father into the room farthest from the ballroom. If he were to make any noise now, it would be absorbed by the outside walls of the house, or by the floor above his study room, or by the walls of the rooms next to this room.

The cries would be unnoticed.

Unheard.

He took several steps into the room and allowed Gozaburo to close the door behind him without a thought. He knew what had to be done. He knew what the torture would be and that he could not resist. He knew that if he resisted then his brother would loose the only safe home he'd ever known. He would loose his assurance of a future. He could not resist the whims that he knew his step father would place upon him.

Gozaburo had made him enter and unfair wager.

He had made himself un-resistible.

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A/N: Yes, I do know that that is not a word. Don't leave me messages telling me that. That is why the hyphen is there.

Stay tuned for the epic conclusion in chapter three. Don't worry, I'm not going on hiatus. I just want to get this out before I forget.