All the lackeys in the warehouse came forward when called, and caught the body that Atemu threw at them, Keith barely breathing. "I own the Black Thorns now. You obey me. First rule of business, get rid of those…things of yours in the back that are underage. Two, touch my kitten, I'll kill you. Three, you will all be here tomorrow morning at 7 am, and bring all of the members. The new rules will be completely outlined then. That's all for right now. Dismissed" Atemu left the room after everyone gave sounds of assent.

Atemu walked back to the backrooms, and frowned at the furniture and the way the room looked. Giving no respect for any of Keiths things, he banished everything in the room, and replaced it accordingly. He picked Yami up off the carpet, and lay him on the lavish black silk covered bed. "I said I would protect you, my kitten, and I will."

--Several Hours Later--

Yami curled up, and yawned, blinking softly and opening his eyes. He looked at Atemu blankly. "Hello, my kitten….how are you?" Atemu asked, coming over to sit beside Yami on the bed. Yami thought for a minute. "Cold…Pain…" he said quietly, curling up closer into a ball.

Atemu nodded, and leaned down, pressing a kiss to Yami's forehead and numbing his kittens' body with a thought. "I got you a present, kitten." Yami blinked.

"Yes?" Atemu smiled, and pulled a doll out from behind his back. It was a thin plush doll, but made of fine suede and linens, with a look of horror on its sewn face. Yami retch out to take it, holding it in his arms. "Who…is it…" Yami asked, looking at the doll, and then at Atemu, knowing that this doll held a soul. "I got the idea from the Thief King, and the dolls he used to make Ryou. It's the boy that raped you. Chris Masters." Yami gave a slow nod, holding the doll to himself, and finger combing its hair, making sure it was tangle free.

"Who…are you?" "I am Atemu, my pretty broken kitten. Your Darkness, your Master, your Keeper. I will tend to you, and make sure that we put you back together. I have been inside you for awhile now…"

"Oh…" Yami said quietly, holding his doll in his arms carefully. "Would you like another doll?" Yami's blank eyes gained a smoky sheen of anger. "I want the one that took Seto away from me." Atemu chuckled, and kissed Yami's lips briefly, carding his fingers through his kittens hair. "As you wish, my own. Shall we?" He asked, holding his hand out for Yami to grab.

Yami grabbed it, standing up and following his darkness out the door, before pausing and looking at the mismatched clothes he had pulled out of the lost and found earlier. "Atemu? May I have different clothes?" Yami asked quietly, tugging on Atemu's hand. Atemu smirked, and turned back, kissing Yami lightly.

When he pulled back, Yami was in lightweight white tulle pants, a thin white tunic, and white sandals. He had two small white dangles in his ears, and his neck bore a white leather collar, a small tag hanging down from it with the letter 'A'. His wrists were covered in gold and white bangles, and he had two small gold bands around his biceps.

Yami gave a pout. "I said clothes, not jewelry." He muttered, giving a grin as Atemu leaned down and nipped his neck. "Ah, but you look so pretty in it, my kitten." "Alright, for you, my master…" Yami said, making Atemu lean back in surprise.

"Master?" "You said that earlier right?" "Well, yes…but I didn't expect you to accept it…" "I like the idea of you being my master. You will take care of me and help me pull myself back together. I can tell I am missing part of myself…" Yami said with no hesitation, smiling at Atemu. "So if you get to call me kitten, I get to call you Master." Yami said with conviction, almost daring Atemu to challenge him.

Atemu smirked. "Alright, my own. If it makes you feel safer." He said quietly, knowing it made Yami feel better that he had someone to fall back on. Yami smiled, and nodded, holding his doll closer to himself.

"Well, then shall we head out?"