For those of you confused about the 2.5 kids thing, let me explain: I think its an American (and I live it America, so...yeah) statistic but 2.5 kids is the average every family household has. That means when you add up all the kids (i believe the ones in families) and divide how many families there are the result is 2.5. (I could have the equation wrong but the answer is right). It is the so called "American Dream" to have a Husband/Wife, a house, a dog, and 2.5 kids.

Chapter 9

Katsuya sighed, leaning to his left onto Bakura who was handcuffed to his left hand with actual cop cuffs—how Bakura or Marik got them, he wasn't sure he wanted to know. Truthfully he didn't want to be here or cuffed to Marik (who was on his right) or Bakura and he certainly didn't want to face Mokuba again after he had fucked up the kid's room so badly. He felt a little twinge of guilt but the teenager had left a puppy alone. He supposed things could be worse, though. He could still be a puppy or he could be cuffed to Seto's penis.

On second thought, he wasn't sure being cuffed to that beast would be so bad.

He blushed and squirmed. Thinking of Seto Kaiba (and more specifically: his penis) and handcuffs would do that to any sexually healthy person. Hell, he could imagine all the ways Seto could make him squirm in person. Well…maybe not all the ways, he was sure a creative genius like Seto could come up with many more ways to make Katsuya squirm than Katsuya himself could.

"It'd be appreciated if you didn't come in your pants while attached to us," Bakura grinned. "Not entirely sure how much our Hikaris would appreciate it."

"I wasn't thinking about you, dumbass," Katsuya snorted. "Then how 'bout lettin' me go? Y'know, so I ain't comin' in my pants while I'm attached to ya?"

"Nice try," Marik muttered, his eyes closed as he leaned against the back of the couch and fell tiredly to lean on Katsuya. "Don't think it's gonna happen."

Katsuya snuffed his foot on the carpet by his feet. He could fight, really. Marik and Bakura would be tough, but they wouldn't be that tough, and his hands were in fists when the cuffed him (as he struggled) so if he was tactical enough he could slip the bracelets off, but he was only dressed in a pair of extra large (he could have sworn the owner of them was not this much bigger in the waist!) white sweat pants, courtesy of his local Seto Kaiba. Without shoes, his feet would get cut up; and since this was not a life or death situation it wasn't really worth the pain. He grumbled a minute, twisting his wrists so he could entwine his fingers with the both of theirs. "I hate ya."

"Yeah, yeah," Bakura mumbled, squeezing Katsuya's hand. "We love ya too."

"I still don' get why ya felt like ya couldn't just leave me alone."

"Mokuba had suggested it," Marik hummed. "We just thought it was a good idea. We'd been losin' track of ya a lot lately."

"We got worried," Bakura blushed and did his best to avoid Katsuya's eyes looking up at him. Damn if those brown babies didn't make him all brothery-and-mushy feeling inside. "Mokuba…."

"Brought a suggestion t' stand t' allow us t' not be so worried no more," Marik finished, also doing his best to avoid the gaze of the cuffed boy between them.

"I think you're insane," Katsuya said, "The lot of ya."

"You gotta give us some credit, Retriever," Marik said, "We were stuck in a limbo of darkness for over five-thousand years."

"It's a gift we're as sane as we are," Bakura agreed. "You're askin' for too much outta us."

Katsuya hissed. "It wouldn't kill ya to let me go!"

"No," Bakura said, "But the light priest might."

"Oh, fuck him!"

"As sure as we are you want to," Marik chuckled, "We're sure it'll be done in due time."

Katsuya blushed and scowled. "I ahtta stig my hand up yer asses and pull yer intestines inside-out."

"Ho," Marik sighed blissfully as he pat Katsuya's thigh approvingly. "You have such a beautiful mind."

"Marik, don't encourage him," Bakura mumbled, despite feeling the effects of Katsuya's dangerous attitude himself. Katsuya was just the epitome of perfection sometimes. Or close to it, since nothing could be as perfect as his Hikari.

"Do Malik and Ryou know about this shit?" Katsuya asked.

"Nope." Marik chirped. "An' it's gonna stay that way."

"Oh?" Katsuya asked. "And how do ya plan to keep me from telling them?"

Both Yamis stiffened. They…hadn't really thought about it. The track was straight and narrow to that point. And they both knew very very well that any threat Katsuya made could be followed through and they doubted they'd know when Katsuya wouldn't.

Both of them swallowed. Well, they figured, as long as Katsuya was safe they could risk blue balls for a month or two….right?

"Bakuraaaa," Marik whined, "It already hurts."

"I know," Bakura mumbled back. "But it was for the greater good."

"I dunno," Katsuya said, "I heard of balls gettin' frostbite before. Is it really worth the blue balls jus' t' have me in a place you know where I'm fine when ya both know I can take damn well care of myself?"

There was silence for a moment. Katsuya could hear the rise in their pulses beat unevenly in their chests. He knew more than blue balls that the Yamis were worried about their Hikaris being mad at them or, almost even more so, disappointed. Albeit he didn't know much of how Malik would react, he knew Ryou would be furious. He had made Bakura promise no more stupid stunts with Shadow magic and Bakura knew that this could be classified as such.

Admittedly though, Katsuya was warmed by the idea that they cared about him so much that they went through such hard lengths and fiery hoops. He could say very little amount of people in his life did that for him and as much as he pissed and whined about it, he did sincerely appreciate it very much.

He'd never tell anyone that of course.

It took a few minutes but Bakura squeezed his hand a nodded. "Yeah," he said distantly, as if he was reveling in how much he meant it, "It's worth it."

Marik's head nodded once on his shoulder and Katsuya had to bite his lip. He wanted to say thank you, but the forefront anger at being treated the way he was so they could be self-satisfied as still in its stages and he didn't.

"How long did ya plan this thing?"

"What?" Marik asked, "The turning you int' a pup thing?"

"Yeah…" Katsuya mumbled, curious but almost feeling stupid asking the question of what started his doom. "How long?"

"About a day before we turned you into a puppy," Bakura answered. "Mokuba came up t' us with this brilliant plan, and at the time it did sound pretty cool."

"Especially since it meant we could use our shadow magic a little," Marik added.

"When were ya gonna end it?" Katsuya inquired. "How long was long enough?"

Both Marik and Bakura stopped at this, freezing. They knew the answer, obviously, but it was as if they'd been given orders not to tell him.

He wanted to know.

"Well?" Katsuya pushed.

"Mokuba told us not to tell," Marik admitted. "And we promised not to."

Katsuya scowled again, tsking at them both. Damn, he knew them too. Promises like that were held to heart with the two idiots. Very little could get it out of them, especially being pinned down the way he was with hand cuffs and the fact that information could not be gotten trying to fight both of them at the same time for it.

Katsuya wouldn't say he was smart, but he wouldn't say he was stupid either.

He crossed his arms, making the hands he was attached to hover over his lap. "Fuck you."

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't," Seto said, walking into the living room, Mokuba on his heels with an almost dejected, lost look on his face. "Everyone needs to talk."

"I'm done talkin'," Katsuya explained. "I wanna leave."

"Too bad," Mokuba spat, crossing his own arms. "It's not going to happen that way."

"Why not?"

"You're such a pain," Seto commented.

"Shut up, Moneybags!"

"Mutt."

"Cunt thruster!"

"STOP IT!" Mokuba yelped, making both boys squander to silence. He sighed and steeled himself as he got ready to tell Katsuya everything. He knew Katsuya wouldn't approve of anything of which led them to today, and after speaking to Seto, he didn't really blame Katsuya for messing up his room. He was still mad, but he felt guilty also.

Seto had been right, explaining how Katsuya took his anger out on destroying things other than people. He'd seen the blond do it before. Instead of punching Seto squarely in the face at times (which he knew was very hard not to do, especially for Katsuya) he'd turn and break his knuckles on a concrete wall…usually the Kaiba Corp. building because he immediate unconsciously associate the inanimate object with Seto, which—in a rather around about way—focused on destroying something of Seto and not somebody else.

Mokuba's room had been the perfect place for Katsuya to proverbially break his knuckles.

"Look, the reason I started this was because I had a detective investigate you the last few months," he started slowly. His voice was soft as he eased in the information for Katsuya to hear. "I knew…I knew you were being abused and that your father had recently kicked you out and when you'd go on and off the radar like you did…I got worried. What if you didn't come back this time, y'know? You didn't have any place to live and I know you'd never come to one of us for help…So I went to Marik and Bakura.

I told them I wanted them to do this so I could have time to set up a place for you to go. It was going to take a few months, but originally I was going to have one of you long lost ancestors leave a house in their "will" to you. Figured I set up a place that you could get a job and an "inheritance" as well. I had everything planned out. I had resources to create the identity of your kin and set out pace to work on it but…everything went awry."

Mokuba sighed again, anxiously rubbing his arm as he felt Katsuya's eyes bore into him. Seto, who Mokuba hadn't told until before when they were talking, acted like he knew things of such like were happening and was not surprised. He wasn't really surprised when Mokuba first told him either; he must have been keeping track of Mokuba's spending records and was curious as to where it was all going.

Marik and Bakura gave him supporting eyes, and looked to Katsuya every once in a while.

"I…I didn't things through thoroughly. I didn't think to expect how you'd react or feel about it….I just needed you someplace safe that I knew where you were."

Katsuya didn't respond. He just stared at Mokuba until he looked away to the wall. Mokuba fidgeted, even more anxious as the time the lack of the response filled the room expanded. He bit his lip and looked at Seto who gave him a sideways look of almost invisible encouragement.

He sighed, waiting.

"Can…" Katsuya started. Mokuba's eyes flashed to him expectantly, but the blond kept an blank look on his face. "You let me go? I gotta piss."

-.-.-.-.-

Katsuya rubbed his wrists, free for the first time since he'd been turned back into a human. He stood there, in the overly large bathroom, looking at himself in the extravagantly large mirror. He was beefed up a little, probably from the little weight he had gained from getting full meals as a puppy. He looked…nice. His hips bones didn't jut out like they were trying to break the skin anymore and he could no longer play detailed notes on his ribs like they were the xylophone of the human body.

His skin was flushed, much more than he could remember since graduating and his hair wasn't greasy and full of street grime from days without showers. There weren't any bruises or healing scabs anywhere on him, which was a weird sight on its own. He literally could not remember not having a bruise or a scratch.

He sighed, standing in front of the toilet and, after lifting the seat up, pulled out his penis to relieve himself for the first time in while like a human.

It felt good to have to do this, to have a designated spot he could pee inside. Admittedly he liked peeing on other people though, especially Kiyoshi during the few times he'd met up with the persistent and annoying man. He'd bet it would feel really good, though, to punch the man in his smug ass face with his fist.

Finishing, he took a couple square of toilet tissue and wiped himself before neatly tucking himself back into Seto's pants.

Well, there was a thought.

He groaned, padding to the sink and turning it on to wash his hands. He was figuratively strangling a kid, had two others who probably wanted the same forgiveness for the kid, and all he was thinking about was getting laid.

Correction: getting a "daddy" for his 2.5 kids.

He blushed and looked at himself in the mirror. He really did feel…nice. In some ways he felt spoiled and pampered. Katsuya had destroyed this persons precious things, pissed on his bed, and had at one point left him without a brother to go to and cry, and yet he was the one asking Katsuya for forgiveness.

Not to mention the person's brother makes him all hot and bothered and at the moment all Katsuya wanted was for the brother to make him all hot and bothered and writhing and moaning.

Katsuya shut off the water and groaned. Turning around he slid against the sink to the floor. Why didn't they let him disappear? Why didn't they just leave him alone?

Why did they care so much for such a useless person?

.-.-.-.-.

Mokuba's breath shook as he let it out. "Seto," he said softly, "What do you think Katsuya's doing?"

"Thinking," Seto replied promptly. "Probably in an around about way that will cause us further pain and trouble, but thinking none-the-less."

Mokuba paused. Then spoke. "You think he's trying to make us feel more miserable? I'm not sure if he can do that."

"No," Seto replied, grabbing his sixteen-year-old brother and hugging him to his side. "He won't mean to cause us pain, but he'll make us use energy we're not entirely sure we have any left of. He likes to push as far as he can to see how long we'll stay. I believe it might be a subconscious survival mechanism that was hard wired into his brain."

'From the abuse' was hanging in the air and Mokuba could hear it pretty loudly without it being said.

"Do you think…"Mokuba asked, "Katsuya will stay?"

"He has no choice," Seto declared, "I won't let him leave."

Mokuba looked at his brother. It took a moment, and it hurt Mokuba a little to see it, but he did see it: the inability to just 'let it go'. Seto wouldn't let Katsuya leave, Mokuba knew, but he also knew it wasn't just for Mokuba that Seto wouldn't let the troubled boy go.

Seto wouldn't let him go for the selfish reason that he had found Katsuya his, and there was nothing that would convince Seto to give him away. Seto loved him.

Mokuba looked down. He was still worried, but not as much as before. Katsuya would be here a while so even if he didn't forgive Mokuba, Bakura, and Marik now he would eventually.

They had plenty of time.

Another short chapter...and not one of my favorites, but I supposed it was needed.

Now, I'm not sure how a lot of you feel on the whole BakuraxKatsuyaXMarik thing (note Katsuya is in the middle, not because he tops Marik, but because the two are too protective of him to allow him to be on the outside) but I feel I need to explain it a bit.

Katsuya is like...well, their baby so-to-speak. They feel a sort of kinship to him because of their own pasts and his own.

It's a short explanation, but that's pretty much the basis to it.