Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A PAST TO BE FORGOTTEN ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

THREE

“Seto,” came a small murmur from the couch beside him, blinking Seto turned his gaze towards the once sleeping figure to find a pair of hazy crimson eyes staring back at him, “did you hear that”.

“Hear what,” the CEO questioned as he rose to his feet and sitting down on the edge of the couch replaced the fallen ice pack on the spirits brow.

Groaning groggily Yami closed his eyes, “I thought I heard glass breaking, but it was probably my grogginess”. Seto narrowed his eyes, he had heard it too but assumed that Mokuba had been his usual clumsy self and had knocked over another vase downstairs. Glancing at the door he scowled, if someone had managed to sneak through the outdoor security the indoor alarms would still have gone off. Yami noticed that and propped himself up so that he was in a semi sitting position, “I wasn't hallucinating was I,” he murmured.

“No, something broke, probably that new vase downstairs. Mokuba is extremely clumsy and has a habit of breaking things,” Seto expounded, Yami stared at him with uncertainty, “besides Yami, if someone had broken in the security systems would be going berserk at the moment. Don't worry, nothing will happen while you are here”.

Grunting Yami curled up into a ball, the ice pack feel again and he reached for it only for Seto to retrieve it before him, the CEO smiled warmly at him as he pressed the pack to the spirits brow. Without a word Seto pulled Yami into his lap and leaning back against the arm rest held the Pharaoh tenderly while keeping the pack in place, “I looked up Toran's name on the internet and I found some pretty interesting information”.

“What did you find,” Yami asked as he relaxed, closing his eyes.

“Toran works for a man named Chike Harsiesis, an archaeologist that recently began to own his own company and was a former General of the Shufti soldiers in Ethiopia. He is one hell of a rich man, and has ties in high places. One of his partners in business is Kosey Quenton-Harper, brother of a very good friend of mine. Kosey and his brother used to jointly own one of the largest museums in England, but Kosey got fed up with sharing it with his half-brother so he moved to Egypt and hooked up with Chike from there.

“Both Kosey and Chike have been in the army, and both of them still have their ties. Basically they are a rebel archaeology company that steals, kills, and will do anything to retrieve treasures from all over the world. But especially Egypt, Greece, and Rome,” he expounded.

“Who is Kosey's brother,” Yami asked.

“Nicholas Quenton-Harper, a rather good friend of mine actually that I have not spoken to for a year or so,” he said, “Nick and his wife Royan could help us find out more about this group and what they want exactly with you and Bakura”.

“Well it has something to do with the millennium items, they seem to know a great deal about them. Toran said last night that he had grown up in the village that guarded the items, so he probably gave a proposition to Chike that made him actually want the items. They are powerful, and someone that is hungry enough for power will easily try and get their hands on them. Plus they would make a fairly good profit in a museum,” Yami pondered still in a slight haze.

“Either way I could contact Nick tomorrow and see of we could get a meeting with him, and possibly his help. He's been in a tough situation before with wake jobs searching for treasure, namely an Egyptian tomb of a Pharaoh. Though that is how he and his wife Royan met, so it worked out in the end, and they did find the tomb first and retrieve what they wanted for the museums,” said Seto.

Yami smiled up at him brightly, “thank you so much Seto,” he said before wrapping his arms around the CEO's neck.

Feeling a blush creep into his cheeks he swallowed hard before holding Yami closely, relishing in the feeling of having Yami close to him, “any time,” he murmured. They stayed like that, Seto not wanting to let go and Yami too comfortable to move. Suddenly Yami felt a surge of power rush through him, gasping he tumbled back off of the couch and landed heavily on the floor, his head ringing and chest screaming from the abuse. He felt it again and narrowed his eyes, he recognized the feeling, someone was attacking Bakura.

Springing to his feet Yami moved towards the door, barely able to see straight he nearly fell to his knees with dizziness. Panting he leaned against the wall, Seto was beside him immediately grasping his hips to steady him, “what's wrong Yami”.

“Someone or something is attacking Bakura; he just sent a distress call to me. We need to go now,” Yami said before hissing in pain.

Biting his lip Seto helped support the Pharaoh out of the room and down the stairs, “Mokuba wait for us, we'll be back in a bit,” he said as they passed through the living room. The two of them glanced at Yami and Seto questionly as they pulled on their jackets and clambered out of the front door.

Dashing into the sports car parked on the front driveway Seto shoved the key into the ignition, turning it he let the engine flare while Yami manoeuvred his way into the vehicle and buckled up. Fastening his own seat belt Seto drove towards the front gates of the estate, pressing a bottom in the vehicle the cast iron gates opened to let them roar out onto the street and go speeding away.

Yami was breathing heavily; the energy was coming into him in a continuous torrent that was slowly overwhelming him. It was not Bakura anymore, nor was it Ryu. Someone else had the item and was either tampering with it, or trying to weaken him. It was not painful, no; all it was doing was sucking away his bodily energy, blowing it away with gust after gust of wind. Closing his eyes he leaned back as they drove on, the buildings passing by him in a haze, the soft techno music that was playing on the radio distant, and the sounds of the vehicles engine almost inaudible.

Seeing this through the corner of his eye Seto reached across and grasped Yami's hand tightly, “stay wake, fight what ever it is and stay awake, please”. The pleading and concern in Seto's voice struck Yami like a blow, giving out a primal growl he arched his back and reached out for his powers. The puzzle around his neck began to glow as with the Rod in its halter at his hip, immediately the millennium symbol appeared upon his brow and his eyes burned brightly. Seto stared on in slight fear, but the awe overwhelmed it.

Within moments the intensity of the items glow lessened and Yami bowed his head breathing erotic and his form covered in sweat. Lifting his head Yami stared out the front window, his breathing slowly evening out as he gazed forward with clouded crimson eyes. Seto glanced at Yami as he stopped at a red light, as he watched tears formed in Yami's eyes slowly overflowing until they slide unnoticed down the Pharaoh's pale cheeks.

“Yami?” Not receiving an answer he stepped on the gas pedal and continued to drive towards Bakura's home.

“Anzu, Ryu, and Honda were in the house as well,” Yami murmured as his tears continued to cascade down, “Toran was talking to me through the ring. He killed them, Ra he killed them because they would not say where I was, Bakura was the only one that survived, we have to get to him”.

“Don't worry Yami,” he said holding back his own tears, he grasped Yami's hand again, “we'll be there in a moment”.

Pulling up in front of a small peaceful white house near the game shop Seto could barely blink before Yami was out of the vehicle sprinting towards the shattered door of the house with its broken windows. Scrambling out of the car he ran after the spirit, stumbling through the door Seto held his breath at the sight before him. Anzu, Honda, and Ryu lay with their bodies battered and shot in the head execution style in the living room. The house was in disarray, the furniture was strewn about, and the windows were shattered from forced entry. Chocking back his tears he made his way towards the stairs following the sound of Yami's heavy footsteps.

“BAKURA!” came a strangled cry, hearing that Seto sprinted up the last few stairs and into the hallway. There upon the ground Bakura sat with his back against the wall, his white shirt was stained crimson with blood from a stab wound and his exposed arms and face were riddled with dark bruises. Yami was beside him hold his head against his torso while the former tomb robber clung to him, his pride thrown out the window as he allowed tears of mourning to pour down his cheeks.

“I'm sorry that we did not get here in time, I'm so sorry Bakura,” Yami rambled, swallowed in grief and guilt.

“No Yami, don't be, it's not your fault, don't berate yourself,” said Bakura trying to stay strong, “we could not give you away”.

“I should have been here, we should have stayed together, we are no match against them when we are separate. The combined power of our items would have chased them off, I should have been here with you, not sleeping,” he berated himself holding back fresh tears, “why is this happening”.

“I don't know,” murmured Bakura.

The sound of something being thrown to the ground caught their attention, the sound echoed through the house and soon loud voices could be heard speaking to each other hurriedly in Arabic, the three friends glanced at each other, “I thought they left,” whispered Seto.

Bakura shrugged, “so did I, how the hell are we supposed to get out of here with them down there blocking the door”.

“The hard way,” Yami whispered, “we need something to distract them, possibly attract them to the backyard so that we can make a good escape. What is there here that we can toss out one of the windows into the backyard that is loud enough to get their attention”.

Grunting Bakura glanced beside him into his bedroom, “yeah, the nightstand should do, go ahead Seto,” nodding Seto tiptoed into the bedroom. Reaching the nightstand he listened to the voices downstairs and glanced at Yami for encouragement, the Pharaoh gave him a brief nod before glancing back at the stairs. Heaving a breath he reached down and lifting the piece of furniture op tossed it heavily out the window into the trees in the backyard. Immediately excited sentences were spoken below and flashlights made themselves known as their owners dashed outside.

Returning to his friends Seto found that Yami had already helped Bakura to his feet, kneeling down Seto offered his back, without a word Bakura clambered on and they made a run for it. Dashing headlong down the stairs they bolted for the front door, catching the attention of Toran and his men. Bursting through the front door Yami watched as Seto carried Bakura to the car, without a second thought he slammed the front door shut. Reaching deep within him Yami fumbled for a firm grasp on his shadow powers, feeling that familiar tug he threw his head back his powers releasing.

Seto looked up after shutting the car door to gaze at Yami in awe, the Pharaoh had placed a barrier over the house stopping their enemies from following them.

Opening his eyes Yami stared at one of the windows, there Toran stood glaring at him heatedly; smiling mockingly Yami gave him a small wave before dashing off to the car. He hesitated a moment as he glanced back at the house saying a silent prayer for his fallen friends before climbing into the car. Immediately the car surged forward as Seto drove off, to where he was not sure yet.

A/NI Know this was a short chapter and a slight waste of time, but I did not plan on putting anymore information in this chapter. I am really sorry, I seem to be getting worse and worse lately at updating, school and being in the mood is really getting in the way lately. So I am apologizing now for this heavily.