My humble apologies for taking so long to update. I hope this lengthy chapter makes up for the tardiness, please enjoy~!
Warnings: Cussing, swearing, a 'not-so-pervy-Marik-but-can't-say-the-same-for-Ra' warning for AyaSeth, the usual 'blah' applies and a freaky long Author's Note at the end. WOOT!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
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Yami sauntered out of the restroom and briskly headed back, unsure of when Kaiba would make his exit, he didn't want it to be too closely timed with his own. With his head held high, he walked across the lobby and into the conference room. The cast were still there, but the two managers and the director were nowhere to be seen. Yami recalled Mai-san mentioning she had another commitment to attend to and beat a hasty retreat after congratulating him. The feeling of achievement from her praise had dimmed a little of the misfortunes he had met earlier. It made the sneers and derisive comments more bearable.
The cast, with the exception of Noa, were involved in some sort of heated banter. Marik and Jounouchi looked as if they were ganging up on Rebecca, who was waving her arms about frantically with intermittent jabs of her finger at the Egyptian's chest. Yami sighed. It was obvious Marik was the main culprit to 'Operation Wind-up Rebecca' with Jounouchi as his accomplice. They seemed to be in high spirits.
As he neared, he could hear Rebecca's shrill voice pierce the hubbub around them. Contrary to his first impression, she was not very happy! Honda and Shizuka, the ever peacemakers of the group, were trying to placate the irate girl as Noa looked detached and uninterested. The teal-head swerved to the sound of approaching footsteps, but the expectant look on his face faded to sulky disappointment when he saw whom it was.
Sorry for not being Kaiba, thought Yami, the boy's haughty attitude reminding him of how others were seeing him after Osiris' announcement and he was sick to death of it.
"How can you say that, you jerk!" the rattled girl shrieked. Teetering on hysteria she demonstrated her resentment with fast consecutive finger jabs. "You'll get what's coming to you for saying such nonsense!" Jab, jab...jab.
Yami winced; he was convinced Marik would be sporting little dents on his chest after the ordeal—not that he didn't deserve it, of course! The guy was just begging for trouble!
Not wanting to draw attention to himself, he stopped short of the quarrelling trio and observed them silently. Despite Rebecca's fury, he could tell the teasing was good-humour fun even though it wasn't completely harmless, not where Rebecca was concerned. Nevertheless, there were hints of playfulness underlining the exchange. A small smile tugged at the corner of Yami's lips as he watched and a little of his irritation dissolve.
Marik sensing Yami near, stretched out his hand, and clenched and unclenched it, motioning Yami to join them. Once Yami was within his vicinity, he threw an arm around the velvet shoulders and pulled the small man close, a sly grin plastered wide across his face. "Why don't we ask Yami-chan to help settle this dispute?" he drawled, looking quizzically at Yami and waiting a reply.
Yami sighed and shrugged noncommittally. Whatever, his action said.
Marik's grin widened and Yami felt trepidation graze his chest.
He had a bad feeling about what was to come...
"We were wondering..." Yami held his breath, "who has the bigger stick stuck up their ass. Kaiba or Ra?"
Yami groaned and palmed his face. Surely they weren't serious, right?
"Hey, you jerks were wondering," snapped Rebecca, "I was defending Kaiba-senpai from your stupid remarks! How dare you imply something so distasteful at Kaiba-senpai's expense—especially behind his back?" Her reproach was severe, her glare, blistering and her finger drilling into Marik's chest.
"I still think its Ra," Jounouchi snickered, "though Kaiba's killer aura during the conference was scary! I thought he was going to go psycho and shove that stick up the shit-face when he was mentioned! Kaiba definitely beat Ra hands down after that incident!"
Yami felt Marik tense at the comment. Was Jou referring to the person he thought he was referring to? And why did "he" have that effect on the others. Yami looked at the trio again. They had gone quiet, each lost in their thoughts. It was perturbing to see them...well, perturbed.
"Well one thing's for sure, Kanekura's has managed to propel himself to the number one spot on Kaiba's hit list. I am sure Kaiba's gonna skin him alive."
Yami shot Jounouchi a questioning look.
"Well, the fool should have known better than to piss off Seto-nii, shouldn't he?" Noa sneered, his tone was scathing. "What's more, how dare he assume that bastard was favoured for the role of Osiris? Better the role in this amateur's hand than that slut's—" A nudge on the foot from Marik stopped the teen mid-rant. With a jerk of his chin, the Egyptian gestured to the figure approaching them. Lucky for them, Kaiba was occupied on his phone thus unaware of being the subject of his colleagues' musings. The handsome face was etched in a frown.
"Looks like someone's in deep shit," Jonouchi whispered, bobbing his head in a knowingly fashion as all eyes veered to the imposing man walking towards them.
With his pastel gaze levelled at Kaiba, Marik smirked and lowered his lips to Yami's ear. "By the way Yami-chan, what took you so long in the toilets? I offered to go and fetch you, but the bastard here wouldn't allow me. Said I wasn't to be trusted with you in an enclosed space with a lock." He pouted and looked most put out.
Yami mentally rolled his eyes, his attention half-focused on the distinctive voice that was nearing the group.
"Good, ensure my instructions are carried out and I will call off my hounds." A pause. "See to it!" The discussion ended abruptly when Kaiba hung up, sparse with words, the businessman of KaibaCorp Telecommunications was frighteningly curt and forceful. To Yami, it was obvious who was in charge of the conversation. Kaiba Seto struck fear into people, he commanded one's attention, he exuded power...and he was his boss!
Yeah...about that, his brain spluttered feebly. Kaiba had yet to say something about the hissy fit he threw, leaving him wondering how long it would be before the subject was broached again. The thought was upsetting. Why was it every time something good happens, it was offset with something equally bad?
It sucked...big time!
"Where's Pegasus?" Kaiba's question shook Yami out of his contemplations. His voice still held a pissed-off quality to it.
"He's left with Ota-san," Honda supplied. "Told us he'll meet us at the restaurant around six."
Kaiba nodded his acknowledgment and scanned the faces around him, ensuring he had everyone's attention. He had. "Security is ready to escort us outside where we will meet the fans briefly. After that you are dismissed. If you wish attend the post-conference party then rendezvous at Otogi's. The booking is made for six, under KC Coms, got that?" A few nods and grunts indicated that all, but one, of the listeners had.
Yami furrowed his brow. Who's Otogi? As if reading his mind, Kaiba held out his hand and asked for his phone. With gnawing suspicion, courtesy of one pervy Egyptian with a smutty ringtone devoted to his number, Yami yielded it. Not that he expected the haughty Ice Prince to do anything obscene with it, but the way the man was liberally accessing his phone made him rather uncomfortable. He would have gladly handed over his phone number if the man asked for it, but Kaiba, the adept and impatient expert in the field, decided to take matters into his own hands.
A faint buzzing sound alerted Yami to Kaiba's phone, which meant numbers were being exchanged and registered. Shortly after that, his phone was offered back to him with a brusque "here" and Yami gingerly took it.
"I have programmed my cell number in your phone and sent you a message with Otogi's establishment's address along with the number and directions to it. Any questions?" Kaiba was thorough, but brutally concise.
Pocketing his phone, Yami shook his head.
"Good, then let's finish up." Kaiba sought out the man who was hovering nervously nearby and signalled for him to approach.
The man did so without hesitation, almost jumping to the command. "Yes, Kaiba-sama?" he said with a bow.
"Is your security team ready?"
"Yes, sir. The team is ready when you are."
Kaiba motioned the cast to follow him, the head of security in front relaying instructions to his staff through a hand-held radio. As the group proceeded to the exit, tortured groans from Jounouchi and Honda mingled with the girls' squeals of excitement. A rather highly-strung Yami walked stiffly beside Marik, his anxiety levels reaching an all time high, which frayed his nerves further. He was looking forward to the ordeal as much as he was looking forward to one of Mai-san's lectures!
"Ready to greet our fans?" Marik teased, hugging Yami closer and peering into his face. The perverted quip he was about to unleash immediately died on his tongue, the pinched expression he saw on his companion's face revealed how anxious he was. In an attempt to allay Yami's fears, Marik patted the tensed shoulders and said in a light, airy voice, "Hey relax and don't worry your pretty head off, Yami-chan. I'm sure you'll be fine. Usually the fans are polite and considerate though they can be a little over-zealous and eager sometimes. You may experience some mild jostling because of it so just be careful, okay?"
Yami sighed heavily. "That's the least of my problems," he grudgingly confessed. He wasn't counting on being recognised, let alone mobbed! His obscurity provided him with a blissful degree of anonymity, but at the same time, it was also embarrassing. How could he self-promote if no one recognises him? It was perplexing to say the least!
Beside him, Marik grimaced and tried to relieve some of his tension by massaging the back of his neck. The gesture, Yami noticed, was reassuring but lacked the impact Kaiba's touch had. The effects were not the same. It did not send tiny tremors through his body nor did it bathe him in a delicious warm glow, it lacked something though what it was, he did no know. Unlike Marik, Kaiba seldom spoke or touched him. Could it be because of such rarity that made all the difference—that unwittingly triggers a response from him? Yami wanted to think on the matter, but he knew it would have to wait. Marik was gently steering him towards the exit of the hotel and already he could see the sea of fans outside, patiently waiting behind the line of security for their idols to appear. The security team surrounding the group instinctively tightened as they reached the sliding doors.
Marik's hold on Yami tightened as well as he hugged him closer. "Stay close to me," he murmured into the spiky hair and led him over the threshold.
O-o-O-o-O
The blinding daylight caused Yami to squint his eyes and the sudden chorus of squeals and questions made him want to crawl inside himself. He could make out questions being directed at the individual members of the cast, each had their own fan-base, which was evident in the way the people separated and divided into groups when they caught sight of their idols. Needless to say, Kaiba, Marik and Shizuka had the largest ones.
Marik had let go of him to sign pictures, magazines and other merchandise with his face on it, notwithstanding the fact the casting was supposed to be a secret; the fans came prepared. Efficiently prepared! Never underestimate the power of fans, Yami made a mental note to himself as he watched Marik.
The Egyptian sported a wide grin on his face as he chatted amicably with his admirers. The smaller man could tell he actor was well loved and, in return, he was an affable idol...friendly and approachable.
Slanting his eyes to the side, he saw Kaiba with a larger following; the group was surprisingly orderly despite the eagerness and excitement. Eyes lit up with awe and worship as they gaze upon his striking person. Yami had to admit; the man was eye-candy even if his personality was anything but sweet! What Yami found remarkable was how Kaiba indulged his fans. It was a pleasure to see the normally cold and aloof man responding warmly. Even if he didn't answer every question thrown at him, even if he didn't laugh and joke like Marik did, Yami could see he was happy to reciprocate to the whims of his fans in his own small way. To say he wasn't a little envious of the attention would be a lie, but he knew they deserved it, as did the rest of the cast. Even Noa had his small following though he looked rather uncomfortable with it. Yami wanted to laugh at his awkwardness, but stopped when he caught a few inquisitive glances cast his way. He could sense their curiosity; he could hear them wonder who he was and why he was almost glued to Marik.
Yami looked at them and smiled.
"Hey get a look at this, Yami-chan!" Marik gushed excitedly. "It's the latest edition of Broken Bonds!"
Yami turned to look at the item in Marik's hand; the crimson pools transfixed to the beautiful illustration on the cover. It was a picture of Ra and Osiris posing for battle with their Guardian Spirits looming behind them. Ra had a slight smirk on his face whilst Osiris wore an angry expression; it was as if the former was teasing the latter. If Yami remembered correctly, Ra was.
Yami had borrowed Anzu's copies of Broken Bonds to familiarise himself with the story and instantly became hooked. In the latest chapter, Kisara's capture resulted in an all out war between Ra's faction and Metahtes. Many battles had been fought and where Metahtes had gained an advantage over Ra—it was achieved at a hefty cost. Friends and comrades were injured or killed in the conflict; their sacrifices would have been worth it had they successfully rescued Kisara. Unfortunately, Ra had been clever. Each time the Metahtes spies reported the princess' whereabouts and a rescue party dispatched to retrieve her, the devious villain had moved her. It was heart-breaking to see Osiris and Obelisk's efforts constantly thwarted.
Yami watched Marik flip through the magazine, his face frowning until he found what he was looking for. Then he turned towards Yami brandishing the magazine and grinning triumphantly. Warily, Yami shifted his gaze from Marik's face to the page he held open, a feeling of bemusement besetting him as he scanned the contents. He remembered that part, notably due to Anzu squeeing "Orangeshipping" in a very loud voice! She liked applying yaoi to non-yaoi situations especially where sexy badass villains are involved. Regrettably, he told her to remove her yaoi glasses and see the scenario for what it was...and started her on a 'point-out-to-Yami-the-possible-yaoi-moments' crusade...that lasted most of the shift. By the time she finished, he admitted that there might actually be some validity to her claim. Anzu provided a very convincing argument when she put her mind to it!
Yami paused and mentally shook himself, forcing his eyes to return to the magazine.
The scene depicted a lonely Osiris sitting in his office, exhausted and poring over maps that lay strewn over a large table. Yami remembered the prince had just returned from a particularly tough battle for in his hand nursed a healing elixir, which he was taking absent sips from.
Obelisk was in the infirmary after single-handed taken on a whole battalion...and won. The victory had been hard earned; the older Protector had depleted his energy and was in a near comatose state. Having vented his rage in battle, he was completely spent, mentally and physically, and may not be fit to participate in the next battle. It meant Osiris would have to rethink his strategy. Yami's heart went out the young royal he'd grown to love, the tired lines on Osiris' face spoke of the burden he carried on his slender shoulders.
A firm shoulder bumped with his, shaking Yami out of his reverie. He looked up and stared at Marik who chirped, "Hey, why don't we give these lovely people a treat and act out this scene?" He stabbed the page with his index finger and grinned. A murmur of excited voices rippled through the crowd.
Yami mutely blinked a few times at Marik before straying back to the magazine again. He remained silent. Another bump of the shoulder and he looked up again. A pale brow rose questioningly in an elegant arc, its owner waiting a reply. Yami smiled and nodded. Sounds of approval rose in the air then dissolved to a strained hush. All eyes were fixed on the pair—even those surrounding the other actors.
Studying the page, Yami cleared his throat and began...
"Damn!" A curse and a huff escaped the weary royal as he stared at the maps spread out before him, his face drawn into a scowl. Leaning back into his chair in an uncharacteristic graceless slump, he massaged his temple with one hand whilst the other loosely held the elixir. He was tired.
Frustration had driven him back to his office where he needed to revise his strategy. The former Protector was not jesting when he said he was going to push him to the limits, the accursed man had made good his promise and had forced him to employ every tactic possible to ensure Metahtes remained afloat in the war. Even the prodigy had to admit Ra was every bit the genius others had claimed him to be. His mind was brilliant, and only years of observing and familiarising with his habits and thinking was Osiris able to outsmart and outmanoeuvre the devious man. However, he wasn't sure how long it would last. The longer nee-san was in the other's clutches, the dire the consequences. Obelisk was becoming very restless and Osiris feared it wouldn't be long before the impatient commander went against orders and act on his own. If anything should happen to Obelisk, Osiris may as well wave nee-san and the campaign goodbye. All would be lost without the hot-headed Protector, his spirit's brute strength was needed to counter Ra's forces, if only Obelisk had better control over his emotions and wasn't so reckless!
Finishing off the elixir, Osiris placed it on the floor and picked up his laser marker, the pen was poised and ready to make changes on the map when a sharp "beep" interrupted him. Osiris' white head instantly snapped up, his garnet eyes narrowed to the incoming message. What disturbed him was why Isis had not intercepted it. Normally, the AI would alert him of all incoming messages, the fact that she didn't made him suspicious.
"Activate," he ordered, his eyes adhered to the transparent screen that materialised in front of him. The scene flicker slighted and a distorted picture appeared clearing up moments later to reveal an image of Ra. Osiris stiffened, his eyes ablaze with hostility and his lips pressed into an unforgiving line.
"Oh my, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" Ra teased, his voice echoing the satisfaction upon seeing his rival's agitation.
Osiris' hand around the marker tightened until his knuckles bared white beneath the translucent skin, his nails dug deep into his palm. Seeing enemy's face so soon after battle was not what he needed nor was it welcomed.
"What do you want?" he growled, the question dripping with venom and his hackles rising.
Ra threw his head back and laughed. The golden gaze, despite its warm colour, remained cold as the mirth did not reach his eyes. "I wanted to congratulate you on your victory today, Osiris. I thought your little distraction was commendable—boldly going as far as offering yourself as bait so the buffoon could annihilate a whole unit. I thought it was rather sly of you."
Ra smirked at the recollection. Their sky battle was stimulating as well as exhilarating. Supported by his winged squadron, Osiris had put up a worthy fight—one that was made more interesting when he suddenly retreated and took flight elsewhere. Ra, sensing a hunt, eagerly pursued his prey and their battle continued in some remote region where there was no distraction or liabilities to hinder them. Osiris' movements were elegant and wondrous to behold, their dance, fluid and agile as they fought for dominance. Ra looked forward to more similar encounters. The challenge Osiris posed only made him want to conquer that fiery being. Osiris' defeat would be the ultimate victory and his submission...sweet. With the siblings under his control, he would be unstoppable!
"It was a risky move, but rewarding, right?" It was a pity Osiris got away in the end, but Ra was sure he would get another chance again.
Osiris inched his chin a little higher as he stared at the hateful man. "I did what I had to do, Ra! The risk was nothing compared to those who risked their lives daily to stop you!"
Another laugh filled the room. "If that is the case then why not forfeit yourself to me so we can end this? I heard the latest causality included some of your closest friends from the academy. Duo is amongst the injured, right? Your sister and yourself for the price of many, isn't that a fair deal?"
"How about my life for nee-san's?"
Ra wagged his finger and shook his head. "The offer is tempting, Osiris, but I love Kisara too much to give her up...I need her. Besides, the Gift-Bearer is too precious a commodity for me to surrender; my ambition will not permit me to ignore the power she'll possess and my pride refuses to allow her to choose Obelisk above me."
"So you'd rather keep her tethered to you against her will...knowing she does not...cannot return your feelings?" Osiris snarled. "You do realise nothing good will result from this infatuation, Ra. Why can't you accept her decision and move on?"
Ra waved his hand dismissively, his face exhibiting anger. "You know nothing! Once Obelisk is permanently out of the picture, she will turn to me and I will make her forget about that inferior being once and for all. Then we can all live happily ever after as one happy family. What do say to that, my dear Osiris?"
Osiris sprung off the chair with such force that the chair toppled backwards. "I'd say you're insane to believe you could ever make her forget Obelisk! She would never forget him, she loved him far too long to give him up—least of all, for the likes of you!" He angrily slammed a hand on the table, disturbing some of the papers on it.
"Don't be too sure," Ra taunted, his eyes bright with malice. "Tell me...how is dear Obelisk doing?"
Osiris tensed at the question; a vision of Obelisk, pallid and weakened, flooded into his mind's eye. It was heart-rendering to see the lively man lying so deathly pale against the white sheets, his breathing coming out in shallow gasps.
"Ah, that bad, is it?" Ra did not attempt to hide the glee in his voice and irked the prince.
"He is strong and his will to live is stronger. If his stubbornness is anything to go by, he will recover in no time. I am certain his desire to rid of you for good is motivation enough for him to pull through," a small smile flitted across the pale face. "It'll take more than a handful of grunts to kill him. He is surprisingly resilient!"
Ra snorted. "To put so much faith in one person, you over-estimate him and under-estimate yourself. I do not see him as the opponent because he is simply not worthy of it. Brute strength means nothing if one does not know how to utilise it. That baboon is strong, but reckless. You, as its master, should have that thing on a tighter leash; perhaps instil some obedience into it, for it may save his life one day...or at least, prolong it for a little longer."
Osiris burned with indignation, his eyes ablaze with fury as he stared scornfully at Ra. The cruel barb cut deep into his conscience...paining him with its callousness. "I believe in him and nee-san believes in him so do your worse, Ra. We will defeat you...that is a promise!"
The sound of merriment filled the room, mocking the occupant's resolve. Ra's golden eyes glinted with mischief. "Then I will enjoy proving you wrong..." he retorted, "for next time I will not be so easily distracted. I do believe you'll make a wonderful addition to my collection, my sweet Tempest and I will get what I want!"
Before Osiris could reply, the screen sputtered and disappeared leaving the prince gaping into thin air, the childish nickname uttered by Ra prompted a feeling of nostalgia and disdain.
"How I hate that name," he growled and swept his eyes back to the maps again...
Silence reigned around them as his voice tapered into silence. Stunned expressions met Yami's gaze when he finally looked up from the magazine—he didn't know what to make of it or how to respond. Luckily, he didn't need to...Marik glomped him thus solving his dilemma.
"This is Mutou Yami, everyone," he gestured to Yami with a roll of his hand, "and he plays who?"
"OSIRIS!" The masses replied.
"Good, and how was our Osiris, boys and girls?" he asked merrily, his eyes dancing with amusement as he eyed the crowd. With a roar of approval, the crowd surged forward to get closer to the bewildered crimson-eyed male.
All of a sudden, Yami was swamped with requests to "sign this" and "sign that", along with questions hurled non-stop at him. Pleased with the positive response, Marik returned his attention to his fans once more.
Yami happily signed and answered what was asked of him, completely engaged on those who were frantically vying for his attention, he nearly missed the sound of his name being screeched out, "Yaaaaa-mmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiii..."
The voice was pleasantly familiar.
Yami turned his head to the direction of "YAMI! Over here!" and met excited pools of azure. It's owner jumping up and down, waving her arm about and trying to get his attention.
Yami's face brightened. "Anzu!" he yelled, waving back. Apologising to the fans and promising to return, he pushed through the wall of security and the sea of bodies to be enveloped in a warm hug from brunette, his eyes tearing up with joy. Needless to say, he was disappointed when she pulled away.
Anzu was bouncing up and down with excitement. "Oh my goodness! I can't believe you got the role of Osiris! Congratulations, Yami, I am so happy for you!" Words tumbled out in a fast high-pitched squeal—it was almost intelligible. She gasped for breath and continued, "So, when did you know you got the part, I mean, why didn't you tell me or was it classified? Is that why you had a sudden interest for Broken Bonds and borrowed the magazines? Was it to study the character of Osiris? It was a shock to see you act it out with Ishtar sensei...and my favourite scene too! Orangeshipping for the win! It was totally AWESOME! I recorded it on my phone so I can drool over it later, but you can—"
Marik's voice rang out, "Hey, Yami-chan, who's your friend? Introduce her then!"
Yami rolled his eyes and sighed, there was no avoiding the introduction it seems. Grasping Anzu's hand in his, he pulled her through the crowd until he was back at his original place...beside Marik. Curious eyes were on the couple, especially a pair of lilac and cerulean.
"I'll leave the introductions for later," Yami told Marik, then turning to Anzu he asked, "Can you stay until we're done here?"
Anzu checked her watch and nodded, "Yeah, I have two hours before my shift starts which means I can hang around for an hour or so." She grinned and moved to the edge of the crowd where she watched and took photos.
Eventually, security announced time was up and the actors, after bidding their fans goodbye, turned to make their way back inside the hotel. Yami waved Anzu over to join him. He thought she looked exceedingly pretty in a light blue dress with matching pumps.
"So who's the pretty lady?" Marik whispered to Yami, closely observing the slender female walking towards them. "Girlfriend?"
Yami smiled, but said nothing, he was aware of another's presence looming behind him. One he could not ignore.
Anzu reached the trio and beamed shyly at them, earning a good-humour chuckle from Marik. By then, the rest of the cast had made their way towards them, all eager to learn the identity of the friendly girl and her relationship to Yami.
As promised, Yami stepped in to introduce them. "This is my friend and co-worker from my night job, Mazaki Anzu," he indicated to the girl, "...and Anzu, these are my esteem co-workers from my day job. I don't think you need introducing since I am sure you recognise them without my help."
Anzu, looking a little flustered and star-struck, gave a deep bow. Her face was a little flushed when she looked up again. Yami thought she looked adorable. "It's truly an honour to meet such big names from the voice acting industry. I am delighted Yami finally got this lucky break and he's now a part of this talented team. Please take good care of him." She spun around to Yami reaching out for his hands and swinging them excitedly, "I am so happy for you, Yami, you really deserve this!"
Yami smiled back, and Shizuka and Rebecca cooed at the touching scene.
"Oh, does Yuugi know?" Anzu asked, pausing in her hyper-state.
Yami shook his head, "No, I haven't told him yet. I was planning to tell him after the announcement."
Anzu grinned evilly. "Why don't we take a picture of you with your new co-workers and spring a surprise on him. I bet he'll be stunned speechless!"
"I-I—" Yami began.
"Who's Yuugi?" Marik, the one without inhibitions, voiced the question on everyone's mind.
"Oh, Yuugi's my little brother," Yami replied. "He's at university right now." He shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another recalling how it was one of the reasons he gave Kaiba for his insistence in maintaining his night job. He avoided eye on contact with the said man.
"Aw, I think that's a great idea," Shizuka enthused, clapping her hands together and waving everyone to gather around. "Come on everyone, get in line so we can get this picture for Yami-kun!"
The group obliged and reverted to the formation used in the press conference. Once they were in an orderly line, Anzu proceeded to take two photos of them, one with her camera and the other with her camera phone.
"Got it!" the brunette called out excitedly, pulling up the picture on her phone for the others to see. "Look..." she said, when the other's crowded around her to get a glimpse of it. "I'm going to send it to your phone, Yami."
Yami nodded, pulled out his phone and stared at it. A minute later, he received the picture and hurriedly forwarded a copy to his brother with the message "Guess what? (゜Д゜)" attached to it.
Peering over his shoulders, Shizuka saw what Yami was doing and blurted out, "Oh, send a copy to me whilst you're at it!"
A chain of requests by the other members followed suit, and phone numbers and email addresses were promptly exchanged. By then, with the exception of Noa, Yami had obtained everyone's cell number and email address, and was busy distributing the snapshot.
Kaiba watched on with mild amusement. He didn't need a copy of the photo, unbeknownst to the others, he was promised a copy of all the photos taken at the press conference by the photographers. It will be delivered to him by the end of the day.
After another twenty minutes of chitchat and fangirling, Anzu announced she had to leave for work. The news was met with a chorus of groans and remonstrations, and another five minutes passed before she managed to get away. Yami watched her leave and sighed. Once she was out of sight, he returned his attention to the others. Kaiba had retreated to a quiet corner of the lobby when his phone rang.
"Hey Honda," Jounouchi clapped his friend on the back. "Fancy a quick bite to eat?"
Honda looked at the blond and shrugged. "Yeah, whatever," he replied with air of indifference.
"But we're going to have dinner in two hours time!" Rebecca exclaimed in disbelief.
"Like you said, dinner's in two hours time and I am hungry now!" Jounouchi snapped amicably. "If you wanna join us, you can y'know. I was thinking of some soba noodles with a side order of takoyaki,* pickled radish and meat dumplings. What do say, anyone interested?"
Marik, Shizuka and Yami politely declined the invitation whereas Rebecca pulled a face and shook her head. "No thanks," she replied. "Shizuka and I are going to hit the bookstore for a bit. I'd rather save my appetite for dinner as opposed to spoiling it now."
Jounouchi shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant way and mumbled "Your loss" to the rejections. He didn't expect the others to accept anyway.
Rebecca turned to Marik and Yami and asked, "So what are you two going to do for the next two hours?" She blithely ignored Noa.
Marik looked at Yami and was about to say something when his phone beeped—indicating it was a message. Taking out the phone, he accessed the message and his cheerful countenance evaporated instantly. "Please excuse me," he said darkly. "It appears something's come up and requires my immediate attention. I will rendezvous with you all at Otagi's shortly." Without another word, he marched to the side of the room and disappeared through a door marked 'Car Park', leaving behind a rather stunned group.
"Must be women...or men problems," Rebecca remarked dryly with a sad shake of her head. "Though it must be quite serious if he stormed off like that. You don't often see Mad Marik, but when you do, you can be sure it's usually to do with the affairs of the heart—"
"Or the dick!" Jounouchi interjected absently.
Rebecca blushed to the roots of her hair, as did Shizuka. The fact that no one could refute the remark made it the probable cause for Marik's bad mood and hasty departure—it put a damper on everyone's mood too. Exasperating as the Egyptian may be, he always managed to lift people's spirit; he had knack for it. It was hard to dislike someone with a big heart...even if his libido was possibly bigger!
"Would you like to come with us instead, Yami?" Rebecca asked.
Yami replied with a vigorous shake of his head. Shopping was not something he enjoyed nor afford and was relieved when Rebecca did not push it.
Instead, the girl gave him a warm smile. "Okay, we're off then. Meet you at Otogi's!"
It was the cue for farewells, and Jounouchi and Honda decided it was time for them to go as well. Food was beckoning and it's lure too tempting to ignore.
Shizuka also said her goodbyes and with a jaunty wave, left with her arm threaded through Rebecca's. The boys were close on their heels. Yami watched them go with a fond smile; he was lucky to be working with such wonderful people.
About to leave himself, his phone rang. 'Yuugi', the display flashed.
Yami pressed the 'receive' button and was greeted with "Nii-chan!" in an excited whisper.
"Yuugi!" Yami chuckled as he began walking towards the exit. "Aren't you supposed to in lecture right now?"
"I am, but I saw your email and I had to call!" Yuugi's hushed voice sounded impatient. "Is this what I think it means!"
"Guess!"
"Well, what I gather from the photo, I'd say you got a part with the big stars. I spotted: Kaiba Seto, Ishtar Marik, Kawai Shizuka, Katsuya Jounouchi, Hiroto Honda, Hawkins Rebecca and Kaiba Noa. Am I right?"
Yami was surprised Yuugi recounted the names correctly. "Yes," he replied, smothering the laughter as he exited the hotel. He stopped when he noticed a few lingering fans and turned into a secluded alleyway. He wanted to savour this happy moment his brother and it was difficult with people watching him. Furthermore, with Yuugi whispering, it was hard to hear him. It wasn't until he was satisfied he had complete privacy did he continue the conversation. "It's for the anime, Broken Bonds. Have you heard of it?"
A sharp intake of breath was followed by, "Yes, it's all the rave..." Pause. "What part?"
"Osiris."
"WHAT! You serious? Really? You're not joking, right...?"
"No, I am not, Yuugi. I really got the role of Osiris, it will be announced in the newspapers soon."
"Heavens, that is fantastic! Congratulations, Nii-chan! I am so happy for you. You truly deserve this," Yuugi's elation was heartening. "Now you don't need to work so hard. If this pays well, maybe you can—"
"Yuugi!" Yami warned. He didn't like where the conversation was heading.
"But you work too hard, Nii-chan!" the younger protested. "You know, there's a job opening at a games store where a friend of mine works. It's part-time, only three days a week so it won't affect my studies, I could—"
"No," Yami replied firmly. "You need to concentrate on your studies. Leave the money matters for me to worry about. If you need an increase in your allowance, just say so."
"Nii-chan...please!"
Yami pinched the bridge of his nose wearily. "No, Yuugi. I promised Jii-chan I'd look after you until you graduate, 'til then I am responsible for you."
"But you work too hard! I bet you're not even eating properly! Constantly eating instant noodles and pre-packed meals because you have either no time to cook, no money to buy stuff to cook or too lazy to cook is bad for you!" Yuugi hissed, despite he was whispering down the phone, the scolding he was giving was frighteningly effective. "It's all work and money! You'll make yourself ill that way! I worry about you, you know!"
Yami hung his head. "I promise to take it easy if it gets too much, 'kay?" he conceded.
"Pinky swear?"
Yami sighed and raised his hand to wriggle his little finger with an imaginary one. "Yes, pinky swear," he grumbled. Trust Yuugi to extract a binding promise from him. He was such a pushover when it came to his brother and the younger knew it!
"So what's the cast like...especially Kaiba-sensei and Ishtar-sensei? Is Shizuka-san pretty? Is she like the characters she plays? Can I get a signed photo? Should I follow her on Twitter?"
Yami quirked a brow at the bombardment of questions, snorting at the hormonal induced ones at the end. He paused briefly before slowly answering. "Kaiba-sensei is a very smart and talented man. He is an efficient and amazing leader, and a true professional in every sense of the word. I cannot fault his attitude towards his work. He can be haughty and distant, yet he is supportive and protective of the newbies like me..." Almost caring, he thought, recalling the warm fleeting touches and compassionate words.
"And Ishtar-sensei?" Yuugi prodded.
Yami chuckled. "Ishtar-sensei is nothing like the characters he portrays. He is a witty, funny and liked by everyone. His friendly and generous nature made me feel very welcome when I joined and he can be a good mentor if he puts his mind to it. He is a very gifted actor, and inspires and leads well. He and Kaiba-sensei have this amazing chemistry onscreen."
"I heard he's a big flirt too, so be careful, Nii-chan." The comment almost made Yami gag!
"Erm, yes...well... " Yami coughed to hide his embarrassment and changed the subject. "Shizuka is very pretty as well as gentle and kind. She is similar to those beautiful heroines she plays. In fact, she's very much like Kisara."
"As for whether to follow her or not on Twitter, I'll leave that up to you," Yami didn't want to encourage it since the last thing he wanted was Shizuka broadcasting Marik's antics for Yuugi to read. "I'll ask for a signed photo and if you like, I can introduce you to her on your next visit home. How does that sound?"
"REALLY?" Yuugi, in his eager state forgot he wasn't supposed to yell. "Oh shit! I am busted! Call you later...love you, Nii-chan. Bye!"
The line went dead.
Yami laughed and shook his head. He missed Yuugi; he missed the kid's happy-go-lucky manner and youthfulness, and wished for the millionth time he was studying nearer home. He really was worth struggling for and Yami was adamant to keep going for him until he graduated, it was the least he could do for the brother he loves so unconditionally.
Distracted with putting away his phone, the snickering Yami almost walked into another person. A girl was blocking his way. Lifting his head he saw a pair of eyes glaring daggers at him and his smile froze on his face. Alarm bells began sounding in his head—warning him to leave quickly. He was trying to navigate around the girl when she spoke.
"You don't deserve this!"
Yami was taken aback. "Excuse me?" he said, trying to keep his annoyance at bay. He didn't like the way the girl, a senior high school student judging by her appearance, was glaring at him nor did he appreciate her tone of voice. "What is it that I don't 'deserve'?"
"Everything!" she spat.
"Everything?" Yami parroted, his brows rose in surprise.
"Yes, everything!" she repeated. "The role of Osiris, the opportunity, the fame...and Kaiba-sama!"
"Huh?" that was all Yami could muster as a reply. Kaiba? What's Kaiba got to do with it? He understood the disappointment and anger because he got the part of Osiris, but Kaiba? What the fuck?
"I think there's some misunderstanding..."
"NO!" the girl shrieked, stamping her foot angrily. "There's no misunderstanding! You've taken away everything he ever wanted and worked hard towards! Osiris was his! The fame from the part was his...and Kaiba-sama was HIS! You've taken everything from him—everything! He's expressed a desire to work with his lover and now you've gone and taken it away from him... YOU'VE GONE AND SPOLIT EVERYTHING! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!"
Much to Yami's horror, the girl crumpled to the floor and burst into tears. He stood there, unable to move, his eyes transfixed to the pitiful figure whilst his stunned mind tried to process what he just heard. Just who this mysterious person who was allegedly Kaiba's lover?
Wait...
Kaiba with a man...as a lover? Yami swallowed the bile that rose in his throat when he realised who "he" was. Could it be...?
"Who?" Yami demanded, his voice mirroring the anger and irritation that was raging through his body, making him tremble. "Who have I wronged?"
The girl shot him a baleful look through her tears, "Why should I tell you? Do you think I will allow you to taint his name with your third-rate voice?"
"Yet you accuse me of a crime I am unaware of committing—to a person whom I do not know! Isn't that a little unfair?"
The girl got to her feet and began laughing; the unhealthy glint in her eyes informed the actor he might have pushed the girl a little too far. With each step she advanced, Yami took one step back.
"You want to know whom you aggrieved?" she sneered as she leapt and grabbed the front of his jacket with two hands. He dared not touch her in case, with her imbalanced mind, construe it as assault. His career would be over before it could start. "Fine! I'll tell you who Kaiba-sama belongs to, so you'll remember to keep your filthy hands off his property, it's—" She stopped, her eyes wide as saucers as she stared behind him.
The sound of thundering footsteps getting nearer caused the girl to release her hold and retreat a few steps back, but Yami did not move. Instead, he remained rooted to the same spot, staring at the girl's face. Gone was the resentment and in it's stead was an expression of terror and awe. Yami knew one person capable of drawing out those emotions...
Kaiba.
"Come," a soft voice and a gentle hand on his elbow drew him away from the scene. The security team from the hotel ran passed to secure the girl behind him.
"He still loves you, Kaiba-sama," she yelled out and Yami felt the grip on him tightened painfully. "Amelda-sama still loves you!"
Kaiba swore under his breath as he steered Yami away, eager to be away from the bullshit the bitch was ranting about. There was only so much he could take of this fucking crap and having that bastard's name dragged up and shoved into his face repeatedly was beginning to piss him off! And the nutjob involving Yami in this major fuck-up and giving him funny ideas only made matters worse! Yes, his companion was distracted and it didn't take a genius to work out just what was distracting him.
Fuck you, Amelda!
Yami, unable to match Kaiba's long hurried strides, stumbled slightly. He would have fallen had Kaiba not maintained a firm hold on him. It didn't help that Yami was completely bowled over by the girl's declaration, which seemed to be stuck in his head on a repetitive loop like a scratched CD.
Amelda...and Kaiba? It went without saying that lies and hearsay was not uncommon in this line of business and Yami would have gladly dismissed it if Kaiba hadn't reacted so strongly over it. If anything, Kaiba's reaction at the conference and in the alley seem to point to the fact that these rumours weren't completely baseless or he would have rejected the claims when the girl uttered them! It was obvious Kaiba was effected by them, which then begged the question of how close was Kaiba and Amelda. Were they really lovers?
Lost in his thoughts, Yami had not realised where he was going until they were in the hotel's car park and walking towards a sleek black Mercedes. Sitting in the passenger seat and glaring at him was Noa.
"Kaiba-san?"
Kaiba stopped and opened the door to the passenger seats at the back, waving Yami to get in. "I'll give you a lift to wherever you wish to go."
"I really don't think its necess—"
"Just humour me, Mutou!" there was an edge to the demand...almost like a plea. Yami nodded and silently got into the car, sliding across the seat to the far side.
Kaiba closed the door, went around to the driver's side and got in. Settling himself, he pulled on his seat belt and looked into rear view the mirror. He could see Yami sitting behind him with his hand cupping his chin and looking out of the side window. "Where do you wish to go?" he asked, his hand on the key in the ignition.
Yami stared back at him in the mirror and shrugged. "There isn't anywhere in particular I want to go. You can drop me near the meeting place, if it's convenient, and I can wander around for a bit."
On hearing the reply, Kaiba half-turned and looked directly at him, he asked, "If you're not fussed about where you are going, how about returning with me to my office? I need to sort out a few things and then we can go Otogi's together. How does that sound?"
Yami shrugged again. "Fine," he muttered, watching Kaiba nod and turn to face the front where he proceeded to call the office to let them know he was returning.
Throughout the interaction Noa kept silent, unlike the unspoken protests he manage to suppress, his displeasure pervaded the car.
Yami could feel the other's annoyance, but chose to ignore it; it wasn't like he wanted to impose, he would have gladly left if he had been given a choice. Unfortunately, he hadn't, so he promptly ignored the sulky teen and looked out of the window again.
Meanwhile, Kaiba resettled himself into his seat and turned on the ignition. The car started with a soft jolt, the engine purring quietly in idle mode until Kaiba shifted it into reverse. Yami quickly glanced up as Kaiba turned his head around to oversee the car reverse out of the parking slot.
For a fleeting moment, their eyes met.
Blue on crimson.
Flustered from getting caught staring, Yami tore his gaze away, his cheeks flaming—almost matching the colour of his eyes.
He missed the smirk on the driver's face.
Determined not to repeat the incident again, Yami's eyes remained glued to the view outside the window throughout the journey, his embarrassment preventing him from chancing another glance in Kaiba's direction. It didn't stop him from noticing the slender fingers cradling the gear stick or caressing the steering wheel—the same fingers that brushed delicately against the small of his back and touched his hand during Question Time. The memory caused a faint flush to creep back into his cheeks. Little did he know, the man of his thoughts was observing him in return.
The rear view mirror provided Kaiba a clear view of Yami's face. With the pretence of watching the traffic behind him through the mirror, he was able to gaze openly, picking up small details he never noticed before. It was most intriguing to watch the small actor when his guard was down and the delicate blush that stained the pale cheeks did not go unnoticed. Brazenly, he wondered if he was the cause of it.
The incident with the disgruntled fan had given him a fright. Disappointment was to be expected when favourite actors do not get the part they were hyped to get, meaning trouble for whoever was the cause of it. But, combine that feeling with an obsessed fan and the results could become lethal. Kaiba wasn't ashamed to admit he was watching Yami when he was talking on the phone. He watched the others exchanged their goodbyes and leave, he watched Yami receive his call and he watched him leave the building. When his eyes could no longer follow the dark velvet form, he sidled to the exit and began his vigilance again. He thought it odd when Yami slipped into a side alley, his blue gaze narrowing when he did not reappear. It wasn't until he saw another person, a female, disappear inside, did his senses became alert.
Cutting off the call, he handed his car keys to Noa and instructed him to wait in the car. Then he ordered a few members of the hotel's security to follow him. He knew something wasn't right as he sprinted outside and towards the alleyway, he just hoped it wasn't something that would jeopardise Yami's career or compromise his person. Having been in the business long enough, he did not doubt what some extreme fans could do...especially those fans!
When he found out whose follower it was, he was livid. What little calm he had left dissipated, leaving a feeling of revulsion simmering in his core. He didn't know what was said between them prior to his arrival, but whatever it was had stunned Yami into a shocked daze. Oh, how he wished he could have stopped her from making that repulsive declaration at the end, that lie that only he and his retarded followers believed in.
"He still loves you, Kaiba-sama... Amelda-sama still loves you!"
Anger swelled at the intruding thought. What a fucking joke that was!
Amelda doesn't know how to love another—because he doesn't know the meaning of it...
Past experience had taught him that painful lesson too.
It was typical for that man to weasel his way into his thoughts...
His hands on the steering wheel tightened.
Just like 'he' weaselled into his life...
His eyes looked into the mirror...at the man behind him.
He vowed never allow another to get close to him again... No, not after that bastard...
The tricolour head turned away from the window and looked up...
No, never again...
Crimson met his in the mirror, the vibrant gaze lingering on the vivid blue.
Kaiba Seto felt his resolve melt...
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Marik scowled at the beautiful man when he entered the bar. Eyes hidden behind dark glasses began scanning the room, searching for him; the sudden smirk on the fine-chiselled face revealed he had been spotted. The actor watched the latecomer approach him; the sway of those slender hips accentuated and exaggerated the swagger that one could not, but stare with an appreciative eye. Not long ago, it would have made his heart quicken and his cock stiffen, but now it evoked a feeling of profound aversion.
This beautiful man was a mass of contradictions: he was fascinating and repulsive, admirable and detestable, a demon wearing the face of an angel. Like a tornedo, he was untameable, mesmerising and destructive...twisting his way into people's lives...their hearts...leaving devastation in his wake. Leaving his victims broken and alone to pick up the shattered pieces.
Nothing mattered more to this beautiful selfish man than the power and recognition he so coveted. He was a skilled lover, a petulant man-child, a devious schemer and powerful manipulator. He was the only benefactor of 'The Marik Discount'.
Marik watched the beautiful man slide gracefully into the seat beside him and remove the dark shades. Large grey eyes met his narrowed ones.
"Marik," the man purred seductively, his voice was like silk. Light and smooth.
Marik's eyes thinned with displeasure, his lips twisted into a contemptuous sneer...
"Amelda," he spat.
~TBC~
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A/N: What the hell? How on earth did I manage to write so much? I got a friendly nudge from MOM!Secret Moon Princess (Yay~!), Candy world and Xmas reminding me I haven't updated this for two whole months! Wow, I honestly hadn't realised it had been that long. In my defence I haven't been completely idle, aside from being ill, I have written three oneshots and updated Enslaved during that time. Those who follow all my work will know I have been good...ish... LOL~!
Anyways, this was supposed to be a short chapter (promised to MOM!Secret Moon Princess because she wanted a quick update) but for some bizarre reason, the more I wrote, the more the chapter expanded resulting in this monster chapter! The longest one yet! And I still didn't get to the post-conference party!
Verbal diarrhoea sucks balls!
However, I hope this chapter was enjoyable and provided a little something for everyone. Yuugi made his first appearance...well, kinda. I know there are some readers who like to see the two interacting in a brotherly way, so I hope the brief conversation was satisfactory. There will be more of Yuugi in the later chapters so those who like platonic Yami and Yuugi, it will be something to look forward to, I hope.
After not writing a BB scene for ages, I gave in to the temptation and did one. Yes, it is heavily Orangeshipping implied only because my yaoi-induced mind refused to allow me to write any other way. Stupid guttered mind of mine! I still have delicious images of what might have happened during that Ra x Osiris pursuit. It reminded me of a cat and mouse hunt and we all know the cat tends to toy with the mouse when it catches it, right? Poor Osiris. With that said, in canon, BB is not supposed to be yaoi though Ra does come across creepy regarding Osiris. Maybe Malik and Ra have more in common than Kaiba and Ra, ne?
So, another chapter done for now and I hope to start work on the next chapter soon. Feel free to give me a prod, if you think I've been neglecting it. Those interested in the fic and are impatient for an update are welcome to enquire about its progress.
As always, your thoughts are much loved and treasured. I assure you, it makes a heck of a difference to one's motivation, so please be generous.
And finally, if I don't post anything before Christmas, I would like to wish my readers a very Merry and yaoi-filled Christmas~!
Jolly x
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Reply to unsigned reviews:
~Ariana: To me Kaiba is never afraid to speak his mind, he is blunt and fearless as ever regardless of who he addressing. The fact he is in a position to rip those "freaks" a new one, makes the retaliation extra sweet. There always will be prejudices against Yami, but its not something our thick-skinned hero can't handle especially with Kaiba and Marik by his side.
I know progress between Kaiba and Yami is somewhat slow, but rest assured it will gather momentum very soon. I hope you will continue to support this story and indulge me with your thoughts on it. *hugs*
~Rininlightblue: Thankies for my birthday wishes! *glomps* Your reviews are always loved and cherished and it's better late than never, I'd say. Just know it means the world to me and I truly appreciate the effort. I hope you are feeling better now and that your exams went well.
I am pleased you enjoyed the interview scene, I was rather nervous about how that for the readers, it was a very hard scene to write since it contained so much dialogue, which isn't my strong point, plus a crap ton of emotions thrown into the mixture. I am so glad that is finally done...just as Yami is relieved it is over as well. Phew! Yes, I thought Yami did well too.
As for Marik... Yes, he is sweet on our Yami-chan as illustrated in this chapter. I know some of you sympathise with our adorable hentai, so I hope the Orangeshipping part provided a little satisfaction for our closet Clashshipping fans. It makes me wonder just how many readers are Clashshippers. Hands up, please!
BOO for studying during Halloweens even if you don't celebrate it! Aw... *hugs* Sucks really! I didn't do much...aside from carving a pumpkin with a leery face and missing teeth 'cos I went over-zealous and lopped accidentally them off, rofl~! Anyways, I hope you DON'T have to study during Christmas 'cos THAT would suck BIG TIME!
A special thanks and huggles to my regular reviewers: Mel, Chibi, Candy world, Ma-chan, Christmascarolling, Arlownay1991, MOM!Secret Moon Princess, Crimsonsrawberry17, EstMonteDesPro, JBubbles, AyaSeth and Aku-Ichigo. I adore all of you for your wonderful encouragement and support! Thank you so much~.
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Otogi Riyuji – AKA Duke Devlin.
*Takoyaki – Octopus dumpling balls.