murtagh1, Isono will totally appear again! ^.^ . Did you read the manga? Like, completely? My fic is set in manga-verse, so it'll probably have some weird things if you didn't! xD. The characters are slightly different as well. (That's such a Yami thing to do, I couldn't let him out! ;p.) HA, if you already disliked him before you'll hate him so much in this one... his life is literally in Seto's hands tho.
Howl3 , Hi! :D (So many huge comments omg i'm so spoiled! :'D) And thank you! (YES. Both Dark Magician and Dark Magician Girl belong to Atem and Atem only. It's not even ofensive to Yugi since he has this extremely awesome Toy Deck! (which I love and wished that was in the new movie ;-;) And. Seriously guys. My soul is your eternal servant.
My story is going to be weird. It's one of these kinds of stories that are extremely different from canon but at same time... aren't.(Hahahaha, no! xD. I'm not spoiling my own fic... hehe) And thank you again!
(That's totally random but I did a small (amateur) piece of art for this fic! It's on egyptiansapphiredragons. tumblr post/ 144304217057 /so-i-did- some-doodles -and-colored- them-xd-most Without the spaces of course, if anyone wants to see it! ^.^;)
Warnings: Cursing, Abuse, Humiliation, Angry Yami, Gore. (Not sure if it's the normal kind or the light one. Beware.)
Gozaburo bursted through the halls, burning with fury. The mansion's servants jumped out of the way lubberly, afraid of what their boss could do.
The man arrived in his office quickly- (after knocking down and breaking some splendidly expensive statues, intentionally and not intentionally,)- and slammed the door with all of his strength, definitely ruining some of the beautiful golden decoration in the process.
With an angry sigh, he sat on his crimson velvet armchair, taking one of his hands to his face. He shook his head from side to side before slamming the dark mahogany table with both hands. "Fuck ... that bastard brat ..."
The familiar sound of wine filling a glass brought him out of his thoughts of hatred.
Looking up, he saw one of its executives looking at him, his eyes hidden by darkness.
"Mr. Gozaburo."
"Mr. Oka."
"I see ... that you're having problems with the loss of your... gaming title." The man spat out the word like it was disgusting.
A deep growl was emitted from the older one's throat.
"I have already explained that what happens in my personal life or in my life in the game world is none of your business, or of interest to the company, Mr. Oka."
"That would be... understandable if your loss had not added a ... small problem in our business. A small... orphan problem."
"He'll be a qualified heir. I'll make sure of that."
"Will he? Not any rat can take over Kaiba Corporation and you know it better than any of us. What if the kid was just lucky in chess and is actually nothing more than a brainless dog?"
Gozaburo rose from his chair with glaring eyes.
"Watch your tongue, Mr. Oka. You can be my right hand, but you don't have the right to insult me or my heir. He is extremely intelligent, and I'll train him. There is no reason to worry."
With a snort, the other man nodded in agreement.
"Four years, Mr. Kaiba. It's better that the small fry already has a good idea what to do around there until then. One never knows what can happen."
The old man's eyes narrowed.
"Are you threatening me?"
"Of course not, Mr. Kaiba. Of course not."
"What the heck is that? I can understand Mathematics, Science and Geography but Physics, Chemistry? And what in the seven heavens is Engineering and Astronomy? Are we supposed to study these things? Why there isn't History or Art here?"
"I have basically the same thing Nii-san." Mokuba said, scratching his head in confusion. "But my whole day is filled with the same classes and I don't have these weird subjects who you're complaining about."
Yami let out a big yawn from his place under the bed, stretching like a cat would. Shaking himself and rubbing his eyes, he lazily emerged from the bag and began to curl around the boys' legs, purring. they smiled and messed up the smoky hair, making the spirit do a silly smile. "Aibous ..." he purred, bending his spine with the pleasant feeling. Both boys withdrew their hands in shock.
A loud knock sounded on the door and Seto instinctively grabbed Yami by the back of the neck and tucked him in bed, under the covers. The spirit whimpered disapprovingly.
The door opened, revealing a man with big round glasses and afro hair, holding up several books.
"Mr. Seto. It's time for your math class. Please ask Mr. Mokuba to go to his geography class in the room right next door. Time is money and we can not waste it."
Seto and Mokie exchanged looks before nodding to each other.
The younger boy grabbed his agenda and staggered out of the room, trying to support the book's weight with his small little arms. Seto ran to the desk with his own agenda, organizing things the best he could and wincing as the weight of books was released on the old wood, making an uncomfortably loud noise reach his ears.
"Do the exercises from page one to seventy-nine. I will supervise your work and point out the mistakes."
"Two chapters on the first day ?!" Seto thought internally with shock and slight anger, trying to keep his comments to himself. The fact that Yami had just spoken right in front of him was still preventing his mind from thinking clearly, but he tried to push the fact away as best as he could. He knew that the studies would be difficult and didn't want to be distracted right now.
In the beginning, everything was going well. He could understand what the book was asking, thanks to the various private lessons he had in his parents' mansion. It wasn't so hard.
... until he reached the second chapter.
Most of the exercises were about things that he never had seen before in his life, and he began to notice that his tutor was starting to get angry with him. How was he supposed to know this kind of thing ?!
Fortunately, or unfortunately, the man's watch started beeping, and he announced the end of the class with some kind of relief. What an annoying guy ! Seto wouldn't be so bad at this if he actually bothered to teach and explain something instead of just reading the damn exercises again and again dozens of times!
Once the tutor left, the blue-eyed boy ruffled his hair in frustration. That guy will definitely tell his father about his lamentable performance ... damn it, damn it, damn it!
Something viscous rubbed against his leg, and he looked down with tired eyes, smiling softly at the sight of his spirit nuzzling the outside of his thigh. He stroked the gluey head sluggishly, pulling Yami to his lap. He could hide him under his shirt when necessary. He just wanted to relax a bit and finally...
A knock sounded on the door and he sighed in frustration. A redheaded woman, also with glasses entered the room without bothering to announce the class that she came to give like the other teacher did. Great. One of those teachers who think that they're better than him. As if his day couldn't get any worse.
The books fell heavily on the table and the woman's monotonous voice announced the absurd number of pages that he should fill this time. He wanted to hit his head against the table several times. Was the whole day going to be like this?
It was Geography this time. Easy subject, easy exercises. Complex ones however. He failed to finish the number of exercises that were expected of him, but he felt proud for not having to ask for advice from his tutor, not even once, and for having let so few exercises blank. He almost reached the target!
The boy stroked his pet spirit through his blouse with a smile that turned into a giggle when Yami made that silly smile for him from his place on his collarbone. The spirit was just so cute when he was in his tiny form. Seto was just starting to think about playing with him for a bit when he heared another knock on the door.
The kid almost screamed in frustration.
It was late at night when the bloody lessons were finally over.
Seto and Mokie were eating dinner and commenting on the day they had.
"I hated every single one of these teachers! It's like they want me to learn everything as fast as I can and only in my own or something !" The older boy complained angrily, waving his arms and thrusting a spoonful of expensive soup in his mouth. Hmmm that's good.
"Seriously?" Mokuba asked, blinking. "But they were so nice with me!" He exclaimed. "Yes, the exercises were difficult, but they weren't bad to teach or tried to make me learn faster than I could ..." His voice trailed off at the end of the sentence.
The brown-haired boy frowned. "Maybe they just hated me from the start, as usual. ' He sighed, biting into a crunchy bread. Mokie looked down with a small pout.
"Aibo."
They both looked down in surprise when their spirit's head appeared on the edge of the bed. The day had been so stressful that they both had forgotten that Yami was sleeping down there ... and that he was apparently able to speak.
"H-He actually talks !" Mokuba exclaimed with a mixture of surprise and joy, waving his little arms. "How cool is that Nii-sama?! We have a talking pet!"
Seto's eyes were shinning, but he popped Mokie's bubble ". I don't think that we should label him as a 'pet' anymore. He's our friend." Seto never thought that he would say something like that. "Plus he talks. And acts a lot like a human, which he probably was when he was alive. It's... mean to call him like he is an animal or ... a thing." The blue-eyed boy continued as he carefully pulled the spirit of the floor, placing him on his lap. "Also, speaking one word doesn't qualify as 'talking'."
Mokuba swelled his cheeks to him.
"Aibou ..." Yami purred, rubbing his face on the child's chest. Seto let out some giggles.
"I seriously wonder if he was a cat when he was alive."
"Mokuba!"
"He keeps nuzzling you ! When I'll get some love ?!"
Singhing, Seto put the confused ghost on Mokie's head. "There."
Yami blinked and looked around in confusion before snuggling in the black hair strands, apparently closing his golden eyes with a satisfied purr.
Laughing, Mokuba patted the smiling spirit in his head as Seto smiled at them.
A knock sounded on the door and both boys jumped. The older boy quickly grabbed the frightened creature and closed him inside the backpack again.
"Kid."
Both boys shook with the voice.
"Yes, father?"
"Follow me."
And he turned his back and left.
Seto and Mokie looked at each other nervously, knowing that it was probably a consequence of Seto's regrettable performance in Math.
Swallowing hard, the older boy put his soup bowl aside and ran to accompany his adoptive father. Mokie's deep dark eyes turned nervously to his own food.
He didn't saw the bag's zipper opening, or black creature crawling under the door.
Seto followed Gozaburo through the halls, disturbed by the dead silence.
The mansion didn't seem so esplendid overnight. It was cold. Dark. Frightening.
He looked down, worried about what would happen.
They walked for what seemed like hours. Yami happily trotted behind them, jumping by the lights and statues to move faster.
Finally, the old man stopped in front of a dark, heavy, wooden door. He unlocked it and opened it slowly to reveal a room filled with darkness.
He pushed Seto inside before entering and turning on a small lamp.
The blue-eyed boy was shaking, but he was still surprised to see a simple and empty gray room. There just was a clean table with several books stacked in it's corner, a study lamp and a blank notebook in its center. He looked at the place in confusion.
A 'click' warned him that the door had been locked.
"Sit down."
Swallowing, Seto obeyed, looking down. The room uncomfortably reminded him of the interrogation rooms in his dad's violent movies.
"Your first teacher said you had a pitiful performance in math functions..." The man spoke as he opened one of his desk drawers, rummaging through its contents. Swallowing hard, the nine years old boy didn't answer.
"The other teachers also said that you didn't fulfill the goals. I'm very disappointed with you. And this is still your very first day."
"But-"
"Don't. Interrupt. Me."
Seto looked down again, snarling with rage.
"Oh, you're going to behave like a dog, huh? So I might as well treat you like one."
That had Seto hissing in disgust. "WHAT ?! How dare you-"
His sentence was interrupted when the Gozaburo abruptly held him against the chair, forcing something against his neck. The boy's vision was distorted as he gasped for air, feeling something cold hurt his skin. His small hands gripped the man's suit red cloth, pulling it with despair, but to no avail. When black dots began to fill his vision, the old man finally released him, wiping his hands on his suit.
Seto panted with the lack of oxygen in his lungs, feeling his sensitive neck hesitantly.
Something was restraining him, squeezing him. He pulled whatever it was desperately, tears filling his eyes when he realized it was a dog collar. The orphan uttered heartbreaking cries as he sought the iron buckle somewhere, disgusted at being compared to the stinky animal that his deceased family used to tease him with. It was the only negative memory he had with his parents, even though he knew they were just joking with him.
It was just so ... humiliating.
When he finally found the iron buckles, an electric current ran down his spine and made him let out a horrible scream of pain, releasing the iron immediately.
"Bad dog." The old man stated angrily. "Leave the collar in place, you should be proud to wear one. Now you are no longer a street mutt." The old man continued with a maniacal laugh, referring to the orphanage.
Seto was still shaking after the shock, gulping. Beads of sweat began to drip down his temples.
A huge black hand appeared from under the door, pawing the ground.
"Now. Finish your work." The man said, holding Seto by his soft hair while he attached a leach from the collar to the table, not that the grip would be necessary anyway. The boy was still paralysed.
Trembling, Seto grabbed the pen slowly. His neck hurt. Now even more with the leather leash pushing him down to the papers. His back has starting to hurt as well, and all he wanted was to rip the offensive accessory away from his neck and throw it right in Gozaburo's face.
How dare he.
Seto had always been obsessed with control. Since he was very young. Control made him feel safe, made him feel strong. He had no respect for those who were controlled, because they were at the mercy of others. As he and Mokie were at the mercy of their relatives. And the first thing they did? Abandoned them in a dirty orphanage.
His hand was sweating. He opened his book with difficulty because his vision was still distorted with pain. He took a deep breath, his heart beating with repressed fear. The exercise was asking him to calculate how many times a bird flapped its wings per minute...
Birds. He always liked birds. And alligators. And cats.
All these were free... independent animals. They weren't, and couldn't be controlled. They were wild. Magnificent.
He loathes dogs. Repugnant animals that would obey every single command of their owners. Mangy, drooling and controlled animals. He wasn't a dog. He wasn't going to give his control up to Gozaburo. His body was tingling, and he wanted to vomit with the comparison. He was just so livid.
A hallucinatory pain tore his back. A painful weeping escaped his lips as the impulse forced him against the table. Tears were forced out of his eyes.
He weakly tried to feel his back with one of his hands, but a shrill whisper sounded in the room before something cut the soft skin on the back of his hand. Another cry escaped from his throat, he gritted his teeth. Looking at the injured hand, he saw a red line on its entire length, small, red drops had already escaped the fine, but painful, cut.
Laughter filled the room, making Seto cringe in fear and shame.
"Bad dog." The man repeated. "You're taking way too long. How do you expect to inherit my business with these slow reactions?!"
SNAP
SNAP
"GAAAAAAAH!" The child screamed again, tears wetting the fabric of his pants. He tried to get away, but the pain on his back was way too strong and the leash slowly suffocated him when he pulled too far. The faint eletric feeling on the back of his neck was also a warning to keep still. He then leaned weakly against the wooden table.
Another black hand came from under the door, scratching the gray floor while looking for support. When sharp fingers were finally deeply choked on the room's cement floor, the semi-solid spirit stuck his head inside, followed by the rest of its gaseous body.
A bright eye already burned on his forehead.
Gozaburo felt a shiver go through his spine when the room was suddenly several degrees colder. A gurgle heavy with disgust and hatred was being sent from somewhere in the room, rapidly increasing volume and becoming more and more dark and threatening every second past.
It seemed to come from all sides.
Gray eyes scanned the place without finding anything unusual except the deep darkness that enveloped the room.
Something moved behind him, and his whole body trembled with the painfully cold sensation. The CEO struggled, using all his strength, but he couldn't move. His eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly when a excruciating pain ran down his shoulder. With the corner of his eye, he saw a sickly yellow liquid running down his suit, a dark gray smoke rising from the affected site.
He felt something falling on his forearm, and it began to burn even more intensity than his shoulder. His mouth opened and closed lightly, but whatever was keeping his body trapped was very, very strong.
He couldn't even scream.
Seto, noticing the sudden silence, turned to his 'father' slowly, wincing with his injuries.
His eyes widened.
Yami was there, right behind Gozaburo, his eyes literally seething with anger and his huge jaw opened grotesquely. Fluorescent liquid drops running down his chin and making the old man mutter and shudder in pain when they fell on him. A third eye blinked furiously in the creature's forehead, whose arms were already stretched on both sides, closing in in front of the man, his sharp fingers ready to tear flesh right at the time his heavy jaw shut on the employer's stomach, braiding him in an acid environment. Every single tentacle was curling around the entire room, enormous thorns growing in each one of them. They crackled through the room, dangerously close to Seto, but far enough to not hurt him.
The ghost was... hauntingly silent.
Gozaburo seemed to have no idea of what was about to happen. He just looked at his wide eyed son with sick confusion. Surely the brat should be pleased to see him being melted alive. The golden substance didn't affect the red fabric of his suit, just burned through his skin, muscle and bone until it innocently fell on the concrete floor, where nauseating holes began to form. A fetid smoke began to fill the room, and yet the CEO didn't know what to think. His mind was blank, without the ability to form coerent thoughts. He didn't know what was going on. All he knew was a weird... supernatural pain. It was as if something was dissolving his own soul, and he couldn't move... he couldn't complain.
Slowly. something black covered his vision and fire covered the upper part of his body.
The coherent thought was far away from him now.
His body gained the ability to move again, but move only intensified the pain of wounds that didn't bleed, just burned and burned clean holes through his body. Yelling only let the acid liquid reached his throat, destroying part of his vocal cords. Dozens of sharp knives went through his stomach, sinking deeper and deeper until he was certain that his spine would break under the pressure ...
"STOP !"
The agony stopped suddenly. He felt the place move weirdly around him, as if the creature that apparently was biting his stomach had swallowed dry. A sad whimper reverberated around him in a deafening frequency, hurting his ears.
"NO! You can't eat him! How many times I'll have to repeat myself !?"
"Aibo ..." The tearful sound reverberated around him as the knives went in and out of his flesh lightly in stubbornness.
"Yami!" The voice of his son repeated with exasperation. "I didn't even had the chance to learn anything from him yet. I want this corporation. And it will be mine. Mokie, you and I are going to have the best life that money can buy and I'll be able to bring success to the things that I love. I know that this guy hurt me, but we need him. And it's not as if he killed anyone. No one deserves to die Yami. I made myself clear? "
With a snort, the ghost spat the man to the wall, letting him crash and fall limply against it.
Seto didn't even want to look at the situation, facing away. "You better cure him before we leave. I don't even want to know what the servants would do if they found their boss half dead in this room with a skinless upper body."
"But ... Aibo..."
"Don't even start. I don't care. Look Yami, you're a good boy for trying to help me, but. No. I don't want to become an orphan again. And you promised you would stop killing people. You almost broke your promise. You pinky swore Yami. Aren't you ashamed of what you almost did? "
"I'm ... so sorry ... Aibo ...I'm ... so ... sorry ..."
With a sigh, Seto nodded, seeing the spirit suddenly give him a huge smile. There was still some ... things in his teeth. Ew.
The younger boy smiled softly and took off his shirt painted with red off carefully. "Aren't you going to take care of that for me?" He joked quietly.
Snorting, the ghost wrapped around the smaller one easily. Seto closed his eyes and sighed as his friend came to his wounds.
It was a very quick process. The cuts were painful, but not deep. Remembering a problem, the blue-eyed boy shook Yami out of his trance, making the supernatural being blink several times to him.
"Can you ... let the scars? I don't think that father will stay sane if the cuts sudenly disapear." The spirit growled at the man's mention, but agreed, leaving the long, thin results remain in the pale skin with disgust. His golden eyes finally laid on the leather collar wrapped tightly around the boy's neck, and with a shoked and disgusted roar, he cut the offending object into several strips with a sharp movement of his fingers. Then he started to bite the hell out of the leather leash until the brown-haired boy managed to calm him down.
"Good boy." Seto patted Yami's head with a soft smile, rubbing the sore skin of his neck and sighing before burying his face in the creature's soft chest, hugging him tightly. The ghost blinked in confusion, but held the child against him. Seto squeezed his ghost harder.
He was so happy that Yami was there. He ... didn't expect his father to hurt him like that. His dad never did these kinds of things to make him study harder... he used to say that effort was everything. He wasn't ... like this. Did he piss Gozaburo off that much by winning against him?
He shuddered.
But hah, it does not matter. He has not lost his control. He was disgusted for being whipped and called the dog, but he got to laugh last. Hahahaha...
He tried to keep his sobs down while he rubbed rebel tears off his cheeks.
He pushed harder against Yami, making the spirit lose some of his balance and stumble. He really wanted to just stay here, wrapped in the warm darkness for a few moments. Yes, his father was dying right there in the corner, but the guy could certainly survive for an hour or two, he bitterly thought.
(This chap got really dark O.O)
I know that I take a good while to update guys, but even if I do that, I still love your comments, so please don't stop! xD. The next chap will be somewhat fluffier since that's what I like to write the most, but it'll still be kinda dark; probably. Yami doesn't want to sit down lately.
Again, huge thanks to everyone. You all always make me feel so much happier when you show up in my fic stats! Thank you so much! :D :D :D
(I made this one late at night, so I'll probably fix it later... please point out the mistakes you find to me!)