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'Cheers, and Bless it be to everyone," I've so enjoyed the time you've given to me. Let's have a wonderful year and share even more'

Joey is an elfin, a young elf, maybe the last of his race, but he's in another dimension and afraid. Mokuba has befriended the boy, and Seto desires him. What will this New Year bring to the friend young warrior? After saving the life of an unborn child and escaping Kaiba's bed he's on the run again.

Recap: Sleep, my elf," Seto whispered as he lowered Joey down on his bed. He covered him completely and stole a sweet kiss. "My love, I'll never let you go."

Chapter 4: Run

Joey's eyes widen in confusion at the feelings surging throughout his body; he'd never felt such fear mixed with unsettling emotions. Tears dried on his redden cheeks and he continued to sink deeper underneath the soft sheets Seto used to cover his naked body. He whispered words of desire that were foreign to his ears and heart. Shivers governed his tired muscles.

"Ump . . . my love . . ." he whispered again, stroking Joey's cheek. A tear settled on his thumb. Seto watched as the tear disappeared. 'You have courage, but your innocence is refreshing. You've never known a man and it pleases me to know I will be your teacher.

"I won't be your toy; my mother has instructed me on your kind."

Seto laughed, and continued to touch the boy, toying with the little tuffs of hair on his ears. "Mmm . . . My love" he sighed again.

'The last time I spoke those words I lost the man of my desire.' Quietly Seto left the bed before his libido cast a spell over his senses. "Sleep little one, I won't harm you ever."

Joey slowly closed his eyes and perked up his ears. He didn't relax until the door closed and Seto was on the other side. 'I've got to get out of here,' the words echoed in his mind.

Wrapped in soft sheets Joey walked to a dresser and found a pair of red long- johns. His clothes were missing which didn't come as a surprise. He laughed at the red under garments, but surprisingly the fit felt right. The bottoms were a few inches longer and the shoulders broad, yet he felt warmth and comfort wrapped in Kaiba's clothes. Kaiba worked out so his hips and waist were slim in all the right places. Joey rolled up the leggings and sighed as the soft cotton caressed his legs.

'Ok, Elfin remember your place, to the outside world you're just a freak, a creature,' he mocked himself. Yet he remembered Kaiba's words and they nagged at his mind. Kaiba lovingly traced the creature on his body, the mark that caused great anguish for his family, the curse that caused his clan to cast him into another dimension.

'Damn I hate it!' he clawed at the mark and continued to scream in silent. Tears stained the pillow he buried his head in to muffle the sounds.

'Mother can you hear me?!' With one pleasant thought on his mind he leaped up and out on to the balcony's edge which ran the length of the third floor.

Making a decision not to go back to his home in the city he followed his instinct and allowed the wind to guide his way. All his senses were heightening in the night so he ran at lightning speed across the Kaiba's estate and into a forest nearby.

Deep in the woods Joey ventured until he came to a flowing stream and there, exhausted he rested underneath a small bridge.

"Mmm . . . . The moss is so cool and the air is fresh here. I think I'll make this place my new home." The Elfin spoke softly to night birds and asked permission from a beautiful snow white night owl to share his domain. Here in the quite forest he could dream of the days when he ran freely with his sister and mother. Now his days were filled with fighting and hiding. It had become difficult to hide his true nature from the thuds that ran the house called home. It was nothing more than a place to rest in between the hell he called living.

"I'll never go back. This is my new home," Joey settled down under a large tree, it roots so large they provided a hollow bed and the branches so long they provided shelter.

In the quite of the night Joey remember Mokuba's bold defiance to protect him. Could he call this boy friend and would he care once he knew the true. Mokuba said he was special, one of the gang. The leader's eyes suggested a road not traveled; one of fear.

Tears threaten to fall as he looked down at the tiny hoofs tucked under his legs. Fine hair, softer than silk covered his lower waist, yet the dragon was always exposed. The boy had become a man since coming to this world. The transform happen every night. All the herbs his mother had given him were gone and the ingredients were almost impossible to find in this world. Soon there would be no place to hide.

'Mother, I will find you. . . . I promise,' tears stained the borrowed garments and he started to shudder thinking about his faith. Many needed his help he could hear their voices ringing in his ear.

Joey wiped his cheeks; he could hear his mother's voice speaking to his soul. 'Mother I will do as you wish and become a warrior in this land, but I will never stop wanting to come home.'

Joey's cries rang across the wind filling the night with a sad but beautiful song. To the humans sleeping it echoed like a lullaby and all slept deeply, throughout the city, yet his heart overflowed with sorrow. He didn't want to be the special one, he only wanted to be loved and cherished.

"Mother . . . "his last thoughts as exhaustion, hunger, and pain forced his eyes close and he slept.

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