Hey guys, I know I need to finish my open stories but this one has been begging to get on line. I just couldn't deny its birth. So it's up to you where we go from here.

"Golden Goddess"

A mysterious young man appeared on the door steps of the Kaiba's Mansion, apparently a friend of Mokuba. The Kaiba's lead a normal life on the outside, but within the confines of their home magic, and danger run wild, love is forbidden, yet things are about to change. It's almost Hollow's eve and even Seto's magic can't stop the inevitable.

Chapter One

It should have been cliché to see two brothers enjoying an evening meal together, sharing deserts and light conversation, but in the multiple room mansion of the Kaiba brother's estate this was odd. You see they never had time to spend together, especially the older workaholic, yet tonight Seto needed contact with his little brother in a way he couldn't explain, maybe a rare desire to be close. The back of his neck itched, it was always a sure sign, something unnatural was about to happen. Seto thought about each member of his clan and realize he'd neglected them for over a month and this wasn't good for the magical beings.

'What mischief the boys conjured up without the supervision of his lover's watchful eye, which was gone forever,' he thought. Seto missed the counsel of his lost love; it had been over two years since that fatal accident, but the pain from his wounded heart festered deeply in his soul. Seth always knew how to talk to Mokuba, and pry secrets out of the others. 'Stop this. . .' he childe himself.

'I'm the head of this family, damn it,' his thoughts continued to wonder. Seto tried to focus on Mokuba as he watched him shove the last of the sweet corn into his month. Next he'd plan to break down the last of Mokuba's defenses with a desert of sweet strawberries topped with fresh cream. It was actually nice, yet the Lord was restless.

"Mokuba so have you been giving your teacher's grief," Seto took a small mouth full of vegetables and pushed the rest around on his plate. His voice was gentle but firm.

"Nii-sama, what's the real problem," Mokie inquired as he watched his brother stumble over the last sentence, "you've been eating that same carrot for ten minutes. It looks strange." Mokuba laughed openly and rubbed his stomach lovingly with his greased fingers. It was obvious he'd enjoyed his brother's frustration.

"Don't be a smart little brat; I'm still the head of this family." Seto pushed the plate to the side and rose, agitated with his thoughts. Something or someone weighted on his mind and he couldn't shake the feeling of doom.

"Seto there is something I haven't told you. I met a boy the other day and he's like my new friend. I want to bring him here but he's a little afraid of people and really doesn't trust anyone."

"Mokuba I've told you everybody is not your friend. The last time you did that you almost exposed our secret, and caused a lot of damage which I'm still clearing up" Seto pierced the gray orbs of defiance with his own ice blue orbs. He started to tap his soft leather slippers on the cool marble floor a quiet sound almost a melody, one of which Mokuba knew meant this conversation is over. But Mokuba pushed the red button anyway and forged on.

"Seto, he's different, and he's like us . . . I've seen his powers . . . well more or less felt them. . ." arrogantly he faced Seto and braced his body in front of Seto.

"Damn it what's that noise outside," both turned to the sliding door and Seto took giant steps and walked toward the outer hall which leads into a secret meeting room, Mokuba followed close behind. Five boys clad in long robes of various colors kneeled on the floor hovering over something. Bakura poked at the object as if it was a sack of trash, instead of a human being.

"What the hell are you bakas doing?" Seto's long blue robe swirled around fanning the air sending sparks to those in his path. Malik open the circle and bend backwards to avoid the sting Seto's robe of fire caused. It was a robe given to Seto at his coronation many years ago and it had a power of its own, matched only with the arrogance of its wearer.

A strong life force flowed from the creature on the floor; Seto found it intriguing, "Step aside," he barked.

"Seto-dono, Ryou-kun found this . . . on the door step. It grumbled something about Mokuba and a girl, but that's impossible." Yugi chirped. "I told Ryou-kun to leave it outside, but he wouldn't listen."

"Yugi-kun, it's not a thing, he's alive and maybe hurt," Ryou's sensitive native forced tears to gather in the corners of his chocolate eyes. He couldn't help it and everyone else quieted down and dragged the bundle inside the warm room.

"That doesn't mean we have to keep it here," Bakura spoke the words everyone else was thinking.

Mokuba one step behind Seto moved forward and pushed pass his brother and Bakura, without looking he knew who lay at their feet. "It's my friend." Mokuba kneed down and cradled the bundle of rags recognizing the mass of golden hair underneath. "Stop it you fools he's one of us, he's my friend."

"Yeah, looks like Mokuba has found a little puppy," Bakura mimicked a little boy crying for his cookie. "Honesty Seto, you need to watch out."

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY," Seto raised his rod.

"Nothing, Lord Seto-dono . . . . Forgive my impedance. It won't happen again," Bakura cowered praying Seto would stay his hand.

"Idiot," Seto whispered as he turned towards his brother.

"Seto," Mokuba pulled open the dirty coat and blanket which was used for covering, and with his eyes he searched for wounds. It appeared his friend had been through hell. Joey's right eye was a ghastly purple and he winched when Mokuba touched his side.

"W-Where am I?" a deep musical voice filled the large room.

"Joey, it's me Mokuba . . . remember from school. You found my home . . . ." Mokuba whispered.

"H - Home . . . no I don't want to go home . . . p - please . . . let me go." He struggled in vain, collapsing against Mokuba's chest. "I- I must find her . . . . She's so close . . . must help."

"Joey, no one is going to hurt you . . . ever again. You're safe with me," Mokuba glared at the others surrounding him and defied anyone to contest his decision. "I made you a promise."

"M - Must find the girl . . . g-girl," the voice rose. Bakura covered his ears and Ryou shrink against his lover and mate. The mysterious blond's voice had that effect on others when he was afraid. It was shrill, harpy like in volume and nature.

To the Master his voice floated around his head the final notes calmed the countance headache he carried around. Only his former mate had that effect on him. Seto moved closer to the voice, transfixed.

"M m. . . M- Mokuba," Joey's eyes lids fluttered open and Seto gasp as the beauty hidden underneath. Joey's eyes were the color of deep gems, which glowed even in the mist of his stress. The colors of gold, brown, and hues of deep bronze cause the lord to gasp. He could see the sun rise around his face.

Mokuba adjusted Joey in his arms cradling his head, "Truly man there are no females in this house," Mokuba blushed at his words and the implication. "Beside you look like hell . . . are you hurt, hungry?" The words tumbled out of the overactive young wizard's mouth. Protectively the young raven –haired boy pulled Joey closer as Seto moved closer his robe sending sparks everywhere, but nothing hit the hazel -eyed blond.

"Mokuba, if this is your friend, I suggest you use a little more discretion in the further. He looks like he may have a disease," Seto voiced, yet he couldn't take his eyes off the stray.

"Nii-sama I'm not letting you have him, he's not a pet, or thing. I know that look in your eyes and I forbid you to take him," Mokuba's lips quivered, it was the first time he'd spoken so sharply to his brother and lord.

Seto continued to glare at Mokuba as he advanced closer, then shifted his eyes to the mass of golden curls which partially covered Joey's ears. The tips were pointed ever so delicately; he wanted to nip them with his teeth. The small lobes reminded him of a soft desert dipped in creamy caramel, gentle on the tongue, smooth to the touch. On closer inspection Joey's eyes slanted upward which formed perfect angles on face, his eye lashes fan outward wildly over high cheekbones. The creatures eyelashes were so long and thick it reminded Seto of tiny brushes and he wanted to rub his cheek against the tickling sensation he knew they would cause. Immediately Seto shifted his eyes to the hands Mokuba held so tightly and gasp. His fingers long and slender, yet the nails resembled tiny hoofs; like those found on female deer's. Seto reached out to touch this creature.

"Seto, please you can't take him. He's my friend," Mokuba moaned.

" . . ." could be heard all around the room.

"What's he going to do?" Yugi asked no one in particular.

"Maybe he'll eat him?" Bakura whispered into Ryou's ear.

"Malik, please I can't look," Ryou buried his head in his lover's chest.

"Shut up Bakura . . . stop being such an ass; Ryou's mine now," Malik fired back at Bakura.

Images faded in and out right in front of Seto's vision, for a moment he was transported to a different dimension. It occurred to him instantly the others were looking through closed lenses; they didn't see the real creature in Mokuba's arms, a being of immense beauty, even in his tatted clothes. 'Someone has gone through a lot to shield and protect him, someone close has gentled his spirit, yet I can see through. It must have been a mother,' Seto mused. 'A mother, something I've never known , yet I've tried to give Mokuba all I can or believe it might be, this love, this feeling of peace this creature gives me.'

"Stop it . . . I don't want to feel this again, NEVER!!!" Seto shook the room with his unexplained roar.

The creature found his feet and vaulted like lightening out of Mokuba arms. He leaped pass the circle of robed boys and hid near the spiraled staircase directly in front on him. Looking from left to right Joey tried to find a way out. Seeing nothing in sight he cried out like a wounded animal, forcing the others to back away, except for Mokuba and Seto. Tears flowed down his cheeks, it always ended like this, people chasing him down, hurting him. The bruises on his body were many.

The noise would have shattered the ear drums of normal boys, but this only inflamed the wizards.

"GET HIM!!" they screamed.

"NII-SAMA!!!"

Seto waved his rod and time stopped.

"P - Please just let me help the girl and I will go. I mean you no harm," his eyes pleaded with Seto

"I know what you are, and I demand the truth. Why are you here?"

"Her voice led me to this door, nothing more. She needs me."

"Fool, there are no females within miles, stop you're lying."

"You can see my real self, yet you don't know what is going on in your own home. One here deceives you and another defies your word," Joey whispered, jarring Seto's mind.

"Fine I will let you do as you wish, but understand you're on your own, Elfin." Seto laughed as he lowered his rod.

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