Authoress's Notes:
I'm back people! Who missed me? *crickets chirp* Well dang.
Thanks to Atem no Koibito, Miqu, Bakurafangurl91,and Lady Broken Doll for reviewing! And to sonosmo, TNckitty, Petunia-chan, iceprincess reniee for following or favoriting my story, because I really appreciate it. Howeverrr, if you favorite/follow, I expect you to review since you're interested in the story.
Bakura: *is wallowing in anger*
Recette: He hates this chapter.
Yami: ...I do too.
Recette: Guys, stop trying to spoil the damn thing for the readers. Speaking of which, enjoy!
"Bakura, why the large plate?" Ryou asked curiously. His brother never ate that much food. In fact, he barely ate at all.
"Because I'm hungry?"
The younger rolled his eyes, "I don't think that's it."
"Why do you even care?" Bakura was beginning to become annoyed. Why did the twerp even care what he was eating as long as it was food he was shoving down his throat?
"Because that seems like a lot of food for you." Ryou paused, as if he wanted to say something - but at the same time, didn't want to say it.
"And..." The older youth raised an eyebrow.
"Never mind," Ryou groaned. He went upstairs shortly after, not wanting to deal with a sarcastic and obviously irritated Bakura.
. . .
"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty."
Yami blinked rapidly, momentarily forgetting just where he was and how he got there. However, the moment a pair of amused crimson eyes flashed in front of his face, all came back to him.
"What do you want?" He asked boldly, not caring if his captor planned to retaliate.
"Well aren't you feisty." Bakura replied with his usual nonchalant tone. Smirking at the growl that came from Yami's throat, he held up the plate of food he brought, "This is for you, Yami."
Said youth was too surprised that he'd been brought food to even ask how the hell Bakura knew his name.
"What? Did you think I was going to starve you?" Bakura scoffed. His eyes twinkled with barely concealed lust, "I thought I told you. I want you for my own."
"And I thought I told you that I wasn't going to be your little submissive toy." Yami snapped, sending the British youth a withering glare.
"That's quite alright." Bakura leaned forward so his lips tickled the lobe of his captive's ear, "I like it when they fight back."
. . .
"Seto, aren't you even a little concerned over Yami's disappearance?" Kisara asked, frowning at her boss. He was acting so nonchalant. Not only was it getting on her nerves, but it saddened her as well.
"The police will find him." Seto responded coldly.
"Yes, but he's your lover." Kisara remained calm outwardly, but her blood was beginning to boil. "And you should care for him like he's your lover. The past few days he's been deeply hurt by your actions."
"My actions, huh?"
"Yes, your actions." The white-haired woman's voice was harsh yet quiet, "You should've seen how hurt he looked when I told him you were cheating on him." At Seto's surprised face, Kisara scoffed boldly. "And yes, I told him. He deserved to know."
"Have you ever heard of the term 'snitches are bitches', Kisara?" Seto asked with a mock-curious tone.
"Yes." The woman's blue eyes flashed dangerously. "It was probably made up by a liar like you."
. . .
"Miss Kisara, what's wrong?" Yugi asked worriedly as a distraught and tearful Kisara made her way into the young boy's home. Her husband - Seth - was there as well, watching Yugi.
"Seto fired me." The young woman answered softly. But that wasn't the real reason she was so upset. 'How could he... how could he act so cold?! He loved Yami! Or so I thought...'
"I'm sorry..." Yugi said sadly. He glanced at the plate of cookies that was in front of him. Holding it out in front of him, he asked, "Would you like one, Miss Kisara?"
"No thank you, Yugi." She smiled gently before turning towards her husband, "May I speak with you for a moment Seth?"
He nodded and stood up, promising Yugi they'd be back in a moment. As they stepped outside, Seth hugged his wife tenderly before asking, "What's really wrong Kisara?"
"It's your brother..." She sighed, upset. "...he acts as if he doesn't know who Yami is. As if they were never lovers!"
Seth frowned. "Do you know why?"
"No." Kisara glanced at a passing car before looking back into her husband's clear blue eyes. "However, his change of attitude is recent. He was really happy with Yami last year." Her voice dropped to a saddened whisper, "What happened to him, Seth?"
"I don't know, Kisara." He hugged her again, "I really don't know."
. . .
"Get away from me!" Yami snarled the moment he felt the other's lips brush against his ear. However, the anger melted into pleasure and confusion when a tongue slipped past those lips.
Bakura laughed at the whimper Yami muffled with his hand, "Like this, do you?"
In a teasing manner he licked the lobe one last time time before pulling away, smirking at the blushing boy before him. "What happened to all of that 'I'm not betraying my asshole of a lover' bullshit, hmm?"
"Shut up, you bastard..." Yami muttered, his glare intensifying when his words only made the other laugh.
"You haven't eaten yet," Bakura noted, his eyes traveling to the plate next to his captive's thigh. "And don't bother going 'I'm not hungry' or 'I'm not taking any food from you'. Eat."
Yami eyed the steak and mashed potatoes apprehensively. "Is it drugged?"
Bakura rolled his eyes, "No, you idiot. It's not." He smirked. "If you're so worried, I could always feed it to you mouth to mouth." Bakura laughed sharply at the other youth's stunned reaction to his suggestion.
"I can do it myself, thank you." Yami replied, glaring at the British albino with disgust. He couldn't deny that a part of him had a fetish for that type of thing. But he sure as hell wasn't about to tell Bakura about it.
"Oh, but you can't." Bakura motioned towards the bonds that held the other boy and smirked. "Looks like I'll have to feed you." Chuckling, he added, "Be grateful I'm doing it with a fork. For now, anyway."
. . .
"Where the hell has Bakura been for the last 2 hours?!" Touzouko - another one of Bakura's brothers - grunted as he made his way downstairs.
"Watch the swearing, please." Ryou replied with his usual 'motherly' manner, frowning. "And in answer to the rest of your question, I don't really know."
"He always goes in the direction of that old shed..." The violet-eyed teen muttered, glancing out of window. "...I wonder what he has there. Or, what he found there." 'Or what he brought there, knowing him.'
. . .
"Atem!"
Yugi squealed excitedly, running towards his older cousin.
The tanned young man smiled and hugged the boy. "I've missed you Yugi."
"I missed you too!" Yugi replied cheerily. He glanced behind Atem and saw a navy blue suitcase. "Are you going to be staying for awhile?"
Atem hesitated, not wanting to disappoint Yugi if he had to leave soon. "Well..." He smiled, "...I might. I'm not sure just yet." This answer seemed to please Yugi.
"Oh, and Miss Kisara said she wants to speak with you right away."
Nodding, the older male thanked Yugi, gave his little cousin a hug, and then walked into the living room. Kisara was sitting there with a soft smile on her face, while her husband had a comforting arm over her shoulder.
"It's good to see you, Atem." She said quietly, hugging her friend.
"Same to you, Kisara." He shook hands with Seth, then turned back to the pale woman with a troubled frown on his face. "Yugi said that you 'can't find Yami'.What exactly does he mean by that?"
"He's gone missing for a bit." Kisara answered solemnly. At Atem's stunned face, angry tears sprung into her sapphire orbs, "I tried to get Seto to help with the search, but he just got angry with my persistence and fired me. I wonder if Yami ran away because of Seto..."
Atem frowned, equally angered by Seto's actions. "I doubt it. I know my cousin. He'd stay home and mope, if anything." After some silence, Atem added, "I have a friend who might be able to help though."
Kisara looked up hopefully. "Who?"
. . .
Yami sighed. Bakura had finally left him alone after hours of grueling silence. He missed Yugi, Kisara... his mind begged him to miss Seto as well, but his heart was already disowning the CEO.
Was he falling in love with Bakura? No. Was he still in love with Seto? He wanted to believe so.
All of a sudden, the scratchy sound of a recording reached Yami's ears.
Well, if you're listening to this then you're obviously awake, and you have your phone with you.
Yami's eyes widened. "Seto...?" Why would Bakura leave a recording of something Seto said? He decided to sit and wait for the recording to continue.
Look. I don't know where you are or who has you, but I'm afraid I'm too busy to look for you. Kisara's probably already told the cops or whatever, so I really don't see any point in making an effort to do something myself.
Also, Kisara tells me you're upset because you think I'm cheating on you. I'm not going to sugar coat it; I am. So what? You're beginning to bore me, Yami. I'm cheating on you, yes - but it's your fault I'm doing so.
Make it out alive. That's pretty much it.
Yami blinked. It was his fault Seto was being such an asshole and cheating on him? It was his fault that Seto wasn't looking for him? Angry, frustrated, and slightly saddened drops filled Yami's eyes.
"Now do you see?"
Bakura's voice interrupted the short silence. Instead of his voice having an 'I told you so' type of tone, he sounded somewhat... sympathetic. Yami wouldn't acknowledge that out loud of course. But, his reply to Bakura's question was nothing but silence. He was still both stunned and upset by his boyfriend's harsh words.
"See what?" Yami finally spoke.
"That he isn't worth holding onto. Duh." The albino scoffed, examining his fingernails nonchalantly.
"Why do you even care?" Yami found his question a little harsh, but it wasn't as if Bakura was some type of saint who deserved to be spoken to kindly. He had kidnapped him, after all.
"I had a sister." The British youth began, ignoring Yami's curious and somewhat surprised expression. "She acted as if her boyfriend was the best guy in the world. I knew she was spouting lies; especially when she came home with bruises." Pausing, Bakura finished softly, "He ended up beating her to death."
Yami's eyes widened, and sympathy poked at his heart, making its way into his mouth as well. "I'm... sorry to hear that."
"Whatever." Bakura rolled his eyes and looked at the other boy once again, "Now do you understand? I don't want you to..." Swallowing as if he didn't want to say this, Bakura sighed, "...suffer."
Authoress's Notes:
To explain a few things:
The sister Bakura is referring to is Amane Bakura, Ryou's sister who died (canonically) in a car crash, but I made her... well... you already know.
Bakura took Yami's phone after kidnapping him, and Seto called Yami and left a voicemail. That's the 'recording' and how it came to be.
Touzouko is Thief King Bakura.
That's - as far as I know - all that needs to be explained. Anyway, Kisara totally exposed Seto, didn't she? But then the ass had the nerve to fire her! But Atem to the rescue, because he's going to gather a posse (aka mystery friend, who you can guess in your review) and save Yami! Woop.
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