Seto sighed heavily having had a rough morning. And rough it was. Seto had summoned some of the other servants and a healer to tend to Jono. As it turned out Jono didn't like that, not one bit. He kept shouting and thrashing around when they got near him making it difficult for them to help him.

The healer had to heal his injuries, obviously and the servants were to make him more presentable. This was because when a person became a servant to someone in higher authority, meaning they lived in the palace, they were generally given more suitable attire and adorned with gold. Since they lived in the palace as well, they had to look suitable.

And Jono did not like it at all. Seto lost track for how long it took before they finally got anywhere near the blonde. In order to heal him they had to try and hold him down, which also proved a challenge.

So yes, Seto had a very rough morning.

"High Priest," Seto looked up upon hearing the sound of the healer's voice. "We have finished attending to the child." she said.

"Very good, that will be all," he said standing up. The woman bowed to him and then left the room. Seto chose to see the progress they had made on the rowdy blonde, he walked over to the curtains pushing them back as he stepped into his chambers.

He was greeted with the sight of a very unhappy red eyed boy though. Jono stood there fists clenched at his sides, glaring fiercely at the brunette. Blue eyes scanned over the boy's figure ignoring his obvious anger.

It appeared that they had left his usual clothes on, with the exception of a few stitches. Seto noticed that his clothes were a lot like Kisara's too. He wore a tan white tunic that came to an end a few inches above his knees. The collar of the tunic was cut in a V the border was lined with black and tan checkers. As well as the border of the edges of his sleeves,which were short.

However, now Jono had several different items adorning him. He wore a slender gold band on his neck as well as two anklets and armlets on both his legs and arms. And finally they had also pierced his ear as it seemed. Adorning his right ear, the same side that the black marking was on, had a gold earring. The accessory reminded Seto of the one the Pharaoh wore, expect Jono's was much smaller then his.

"You look most unhappy," Seto noted continuing to graze his eyes over Egyptian. Jono let out a threatening growl.

"Of course I'm not happy, why would I be happy!" he snapped at the taller male. "You murdered my sister, your forcing me to stay here and be your servant, and you made them put all this stuff on me!"

Jono wasn't very taken by the gold that now adorned his skin, it felt weird and slightly uncomfortable. It was unnerving too; to him it felt practically like chains that were binding him to this horrid palace.

"I assume you don't like the gold," Seto said nonchalantly. That wasn't hard to figure out, after all Jono nearly tried to kill them when they had tried to put it on him.

"Of course I don't! I hate it!" Jono hated the thought of being bound in any way shape or form. Because bondage also meant a lack of freedom and that was something Jono couldn't live without. And the thought that he was also being bound by someone he absolutely despised made it ten times worse. "You might as well have put fucking chains on me!" he shouted.

"Your not very grateful are you?" Seto asked slightly annoyed. "You do realize that I could have very well put you in chains and left you to rot in a dungeon." he stated. Seto watched the blonde's expression change. It appeared the mention of anything concerning execution and or chains seemed to creep him out. "And I very well could have had them putting a knife to your neck instead of that trinket." he pointed out.

Jono felt a shiver run down his spine at the mention; one of the things that crept him out the most was execution..and dungeons..and chains..and- well okay there were a lot of things, but those were definitely the top three. They just made him feel...uneasy.

Jono shook his head and returned to glaring at Seto, "Oh yeah, then why didn't you?" he interrogated. Seto sighed calmly he wasn't threatened by Jono at all. After all he was older, bigger, stronger, and more powerful then him not to mention smarter most likely.

"Because I have no intention of harming you." he replied smoothly. Jono raised a brow cautiously at the reply he received.

"Odd, and I have every intention of harming you!" he snapped feeling a wave of fury sweep through him. He knew the feeling so well too, a rush of energy a burst of power! Jono lunged forward fist raised preparing to meet the older boys jaw. Seto didn't flinch in the least though, he remained as calm as ever. He swiftly stepped to the side easily avoiding the hit. Jono snarled turning sharply trying again.

Seto however, was completely unintimidated by the crimson eyed boy. He raised his hand in one swift motion and grabbed Jono's wrist before his fist could make contact with his face. Jono snarled silently glaring daggers at the blue eyed Priest. Seto looked down at his face almost uncaringly.

After all this child was no threat. He was no danger to Seto at the least. Although his attacks would be considered powerful and swift in normal standards, this was merely child's play to Seto.

Seto noted this was another difference between Jono and Kisara. Jono made decisions that were brash and leaning a little toward poorly executed. He attacked with large amounts of power and fury and didn't weigh the possible options or outcomes.

"Do you now?" Seto inquired raising a brow. Jono felt slightly uneasy from the way the taller boy was staring at him. His piercing blue eyes stared at him with the most unnerving gaze. It was like he was staring into his soul, and that quite frankly made Jono feel very uncomfortable. Seto could see the uneasiness reflected in the crimson eyes that continued to stare back at him.

Jono found himself unable to break the stare; he couldn't look away. It was like his eyes were keeping his own gaze locked in place. Jono's brows knitted together slightly, feeling the need to step back just to get some space between the two of them. Jono found himself even more uneasy because of the lack of space between them. Seto's hand was still wrapped tightly around the child's wrist not intending on letting go of it either.

Even though Jono felt the need to step back he felt like he couldn't move. The stare was holding his entire body in place as it seemed. Jono felt his anxiety increasing from the silence. It was utterly silent.

And it crept him out almost.

There wasn't even white noise or anything, it was utterly and completely silent. Neither of them spoke a word. Jono couldn't even remember how long they'd been standing like this, and he began wondering just how much longer this would drag out.

God he wished the brunette would say something! This silence was killing him and the stare was practically murdering him by itself. Jono was positive that he'd never been stared down quite like this before, he didn't even get into many stare downs anyway. And in those he could at least look away! But Seto's stare wasn't like the others he'd seen...it was just so..unnerving. He couldn't think of any better word to describe it.

You could go as far as to mark it as intimidating.

Only then did it begin to click inside of Jono's head that the stare was almost like a message. The situation he was in was giving him one message. And his brain was finally starting to pick up on it. Seto had his wrist in a vice grip and had Jono in a position where the blonde was defenseless and easy to attack. He was staring him down so intensely that Jono couldn't even find it in him to move. Thats when the thought finally occurred to him.

Seto could hurt him.

He didn't know why the message hit him so hard when he finally did get it. He'd never actually thought about it in much detail, of course in the back of his head he knew that he could hurt him. After all it was common sense. But now that he was in this position and was confronted with the thought it really did shock him.

Seto could and would hurt him if he had to.

If he wanted to, Seto could hurt him. Jono could feel the wheels in his brain start tumbling again as the thought rang through his head. And suddenly he was beginning to realize that perhaps it wasn't the smartest of idea's to just randomly lash out and start blindly swinging at him. He had to remember this was the same guy who had killed Kisara. Kisara was powerful and he had killed her...so there was no doubt he could get rid of Jono with ease.

Upon the thought Jono felt his senses returning, as well as his muscle control. He blinked a few times and tried tugging his wrist from the Priests grasp. Seto looked down at him finding it almost..amusing? That the boy was trying to struggle. After all it was a vain attempt.

Jono growled a little finding the grip not even so much as loosening. He wanted to get away from this guy, at least a good few feet. "L-Let go of me," Jono shot at him. Stuttering from the nervous feeling he still had in his stomach.

Seto released the boys hand and watched him yank it back towards himself. Glaring at Seto a tinge of the uneasiness still lingering in his eyes.

"Next time you should try to plan your attacks a little better then that," he said almost mockingly. He wasn't sure why it sounded like that either, perhaps it was because he was just a little happy that he made him feel uneasy. Mainly because if Jono knew that he couldn't fight Seto it would discourage him from attacking him.

Jono gave him a questioning look though.

"Because if I had been someone who actually wanted to harm you, you most likely wouldn't be here right now."

Jono couldn't help but gulp at that. He couldn't help it it just made him feel queasy. Seto couldn't hep but smirk a little at his next statement.

"You know I find it strange that even though your Kisara's brother, your so different from her." Jono raised a brow at that statement though.

"Oh really?" he asked keeping his gaze firm, not intending on falling into another one of Seto's weird stares on the chance he started one again. "And how exactly am I different?" he asked almost harshly.

"Simple, she was cautious your not, she weighed outcomes and options; you don't. She was gentle and quiet, your rough and loud," this earned an annoyed grunt from the blonde. Seto continued though ignoring it. "She was careful your brash, she knew when it was necessary to attack, you don't." Jono didn't seem to like hearing this much at all. Seto looked at him, "She had a white dragon with blue eyes..you have a black dragon with red eyes." he stated. Those were after all; main opposites.

Jono frowned making a face he didn't enjoy having someone he already hated telling him how different he apparently was from his sister. And he wasn't even finished yet!

Seto looked at the red eyed boy, "She controlled her Ka.. you can't." he stated. Jono widened his eyes when he heard this and immediately felt offended by the comment.

"What do you mean 'can't'!" he yelled. He may not have been as offended if he had said 'you don't' but can't! The fact that he said 'can't' made Jono's blood boil, he acted like he knew that he couldn't! And Jono hated that the blue eyed boy talked as if he knew what Jono was capable of.

Seto looked at the boy only slightly surprised by the outburst he made. He knew that with such a short fuze he would most likely react to the comment, but he wasn't sure that he expected him to blow up so much.

"I mean you can't," he replied simply. After all there wasn't any simpler way he could say it then that. Jono snarled loudly; fuming. His body was nearly trembling with rage too his fists were shaking and his knuckles practically turned white.

"You don't fucking know what I'm capable of!" he barked at him. Seto observed the reaction he was getting from the younger boy, he was correct, his Ka was very uncontrolled. It was very explosive as it seemed.

"I don't have to know what your capable of to know that you can't control your Ka." he said calmly. The very fact that he was continuing to act so relaxed made Jono angrier. He could feel the familiar feeling welling up inside him. The rush of power and adrenaline, the heat building in his stomach. The intense fury bursting inside of him.

He knew it all too well, his Ka. It was acting up and that wasn't surprising to Jono either.

"Kisara's Ka was very powerful, but she could control it, yours however, is completely unstable." he stated. Watching the blonde's anger increasing with every word he spoke. "Its untamed and wild, it acts up constantly and you can't control it."

"I can control it just fine," Jono hissed through his teeth. Saying it like it was venom.

"No you can't, your not powerful enough, it's acting up right now." he stated. "So when I say 'can't' I mean that you literally can not control your Ka." After all Seto could sense the power of someone's Ka. With the Millennium Rod he could read a persons Ka more in depth. And he could feel the power that was radiating from the blonde at the moment. His Ka was just about as tame as a wild fire.

Jono tried calming himself but he found the more his Ka acted up the harder it was to calm down. Jono could feel the spirit inside of him almost clawing at him begging to get out. Seto looked down at the boy questioningly. He could sense his Ka growing stronger by the second and Seto knew what that meant.

He knew that with the rate his Ka's power was increasing at, it wouldn't be long before it was set loose. Seto reached behind him; where he kept his Millennium Rod, he grasped the golden object bringing it in front of him. He could hear the boys growling become an almost animalistic snarling. Reminding him of the day before when he had done that. Seto thrust the Item outward toward the blonde host.

He could see the image of the fierce dragon he had been faced with only a few days ago. He could see the red glow around it growing as the power increased. The glow looked almost like flames; the black dragon roared.

Seto knew that it wouldn't be very much longer till the beast was unleashed again. Seto focused his energy into the Millennium Item directing it toward the Ka he was being faced with. The only way to get it to settle was to make it. He had to overpower it the way that Jono couldn't. The red eyed beast snarled and flailed almost. Feeling the Priests power fighting its own.

The flame like glow around it grew smaller. However, it wasn't weakened enough for it to be considered stable. Seto's gaze narrowed slightly as he transferred more of his energy into the Rod which directed it toward the Ka with full force.

The dragon appeared to flail more as the red glow faded away, signaling to Seto that the Ka was controlled. He blinked in question though. The dragon didn't stop; it continued flailing in a way. Swiping its large claws around and flapping its wings on occasion. It kept lifting its head up letting out screeches that sounded longing.

As if it had lost something. Seto continued to watch the image in a daze before coming back to his senses and lowering the golden rod. Making the image of the dragon disappear as well leaving him to look at blonde Egyptian instead.

The boy panted lightly looking a little more exhausted now. Seto sighed shaking his head. This boy made no sense to him.

"...Your very different from Kisara," Seto noted aloud to no one in particular actually. His voice held a tinge of sorrow in it as he said this, the trace was so faint that Jono barely noticed it. Seto turned around and left the room.

Jono felt his legs buckle under him; his knee's hit the floor. His chest heaved as he caught his breath. He panted and lowered his head, causing his bangs to fall over his eyes hiding them from view.

"God I hate him."

TBC

Okay i haven't updated in a bit cause i have been sick and what not and i wanted to write this i actually ya know finally got inspired to make this chapter which is nice i guess. And it almost New Years to! so incase i don't post a new years fic happy new years everyone! and please review tell me if you liked the chapter! oh and did i eve mention how much i luv long reviews...or longish...more then three words alright thats what that meant.