Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A PAST TO BE FORGOTTEN ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

Title: A PAST TO BE FORGOTTEN
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh or Warlock or The Seventh Scroll, or Celine Dion's songs

Paring: SetoxYami
Rating: NC 17 (rating might go up, I'll have to see what the content turns out like)

Warning: Violence, language, sexual content, character death

Spoilers: None
Summary: When Yami suddenly disappears and his bond with Yugi is gone Seto, Yugi, Joey, and Bakura begin to panic, especially when it happened after an attack to the house from a mysterious group who know far too much about the puzzle. While Yami finds himself in modern day Egypt with no memory and no idea that he is being tracked down.

Status: Incomplete (its still pretty early in the story, I'm guessing that this one is going to be at least twenty chapters, or more maybe)

 

/Yami talking/

(Yugi talking)

 

 

SIX

 

Heaving a sigh Yugi averted his attention from the trees that they were passing by to the person at his feet. Yami had yet to wake up during the entire trip, even when they stopped and bought some clothing and food. The Pharaoh's head rested in his lap while his arms were wrapped loosely around one of his legs, Yugi actually found this position quite cute but his worry clouded over that. By the laboured breathing the spirit had and the way his brow was furrowed he could tell that the concussion and broken ribs were bothering him immensely.

 

Gently he ran his digits through soft water like strands of ebony hair, “we should move him to the seats, its not safe having him down here,” he whispered to Nick beside him.

 

Nodding in agreement Nick leaned forward and tapped Seto on the shoulder, “how far are we from the cabin,” he asked.

 

“About a half hour, why,” the CEO questioned, seeing Nick pointing towards Yami's sleeping form he blinked, “I thought you had already moved him to the seats”.

 

“No, pull over for a second so that I can get him up here between us,” Nick insisted, Seto grunted and pulling over to the side of the road pressed on the breaks, glancing back he watched silently as Nick and Yugi pulled the sleeping Pharaoh up onto the seat and loosely buckled him in. Immediately Yugi forced Yami's body to lay across him, his head resting on his far shoulder while he cradled him with his arms.

 

“It won't be long now,” Seto assured before stepping on the gas and pulling the vehicle back out onto the highway.

 

Bakura scooted forward in his seat, “check his forehead,” he insisted.

 

Blinking Yugi stared at him sceptically, “why,” he asked.

 

“Just check it,” the spirit persisted, “they could be trying something, they do have all the items save the puzzle. They could be trying to weaken him, or talk to him”.

 

Without hesitance at hearing that Yugi felt Yami's forehead, it was warm with fever, cursing under his breath Yugi reached into their link, penetrating Yami's mind and trying to contact the spirit.

 

(Are you alright Yami, you've got a fever) Feeling stirring in the link Yugi sighed with relief, at least Yami was not in a comatose state (Yami).

 

/I don't know Aibou, I'm tired and a little queasy if that means anything/ came a somnolent and tired voice from within /come into the soul room, please/.

 

(Yami I need you to wake up)

 

/And I need help to, now please Yugi, come into the soul room/

 

Heaving a sigh Yugi reluctantly shifted his mind into the soul room. By now he was so used to the immense maze of the room which belonged to his other half, over the last few years the amount of rooms had diminished slightly, but the number was still overwhelming. Knowingly Yugi moved towards a room close to the entrance to Yami's half of the soul room, pushing the heavy steel door open he heaved a breath of relief as he gazed upon Yami laying down upon a white canopy bed in the centre of the low ceiling roofed room.

 

Moving towards him Yugi sat down upon the edge of the bed, gingerly he reached out and ran the tips of his fingers over Yami's brow and hissed at the temperature, “when did this come around,” he asked.

 

“About an hour ago, it's worse now than it was a while ago, I think I should have kept my jacket on yesterday in the rain. I've caught a cold or something,” Yami murmured blinking tired crimson eyes, before coughing slightly.

 

Yugi smiled gently, “silly, I told you too keep your jacket,” he said playfully hitting Yami's shoulder, “so now I have to take care of you, plus you still have broken ribs and a concussion, what am I going to do with you Yami, you're prone for sicknesses and injuries lately”.

 

The spirit grunted and snuggled into the pillow, a rough cough following the motion and causing Yami's body to shake violently, “If you think I meant for this, you are dead wrong”.

 

“I know, now come out and wake up, we are almost at the cabin,” Yugi persisted, “you are starting to worry everyone, Bakura thought that Toran had made you sick or something”.

 

“Fine fine I'll come out,” Yami coughed, “just don't let me fall asleep or you might have a problem getting me into the cabin”.

 

“No, I'm sure that Nick, Joey, or Seto would willingly carry you inside, it won't be too difficult for them you know,” Yugi chuckled, hearing Yami cough again he reached around and rubbed the spirits back, “take it easy”.

 

“Trying to”.

 

“I know”.

 

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The cabin was not exactly what the group had expected, it was an immense log cabin, two stories in height with a walkout basement, and equipped with a ranch and a warm beach in the back yard. It was beautiful, surrounded by cherry, sycamore, and aspen trees, with a wide open field where ten horses were running wild grazing on the lush green grass. There was a small side house out by the garage indicating that someone was living here permanently watching over the animals.

 

Radar began to bark loudly and jumping onto Bakura's lap began to yelp happily as it stared out the windows, the group had laughed at Bakura's priceless expression of disgust at the smell of wet dog hair.

 

“So who lives in that small house Seto,” asked Royan as the van was parked outside of the barn.

 

The CEO smiled brightly, “one of my really good friends from the orphanage that I had grown up in. His name is Jamie Tyson, he really loves horses and I told him that he could take the land that Mokuba and I had bought and turn it into a ranch so that he could raise some of his animals. It's easy on him because I don't make him pay rent or anything along those lines. And we split paying for the electricity, gas, and water that come along with the two houses”.

 

“Why doesn't he live in the cabin,” asked Bakura pushing Radar off of his lap roughly, causing the dog to yelp and whimper.

 

Seto shrugged, “he stays in his own house when Mokuba and I are not there with him, he stays in the cabin only when we are here. Don't ask my why, he's never told me,” he expounded unbuckling his seat belt and stepping out into the cool summer air as thunder began to roar over head. Grunting Seto glanced back at his friends as they followed his example, “I'd hurry and get inside, or you might get wet. I'll meet you in there, I'll help Jamie get the horses in the barn and get him moved into the house”.

 

Stepping out of the van first Nick reached in and supported Yami as the spirit made his way out, feeling Yami swaying on his feet Nick shook his head and without hesitation swept the Pharaoh's small frame into his arms. Receiving a look of confusion and surprise from Yami he explained, “You don't look that great Yami, it would be better if you rested, we don't need you getting any worse than you already are”. Without protest Yami rested his head against Nick's shoulder and closed his eyes as the tall Englishman carried him towards the house, Royan beside him.

 

The inside of the cabin was similar to that of the Kaiba mansion, save the wood panelling and hardwood was a dark mahogany and most of the walls were pained a deep forest or navy blue. It was a rich home, beautifully furnished, open, and filled with large windows lighting the house.

 

When they entered they found that they were in a large entry way, to their left was the living room with floor to roof windows that over looked the ranch and beach, and straight in front of them was a hallway leading towards the kitchen, dinning room, and a library. A door, placed under the stairs that went up to an open balcony exposing the second floor, led down into the basement were a good portion of the immense bedrooms were, along with a games room where most of Mokuba's game systems and a pool table was stationed.

 

Upstairs was mostly bedrooms as well, along with three large bathrooms, and a single study. In the living room and in the basement entertainment room large wood fireplaces with lavish slate stone rock surroundings, there was really no need for lights or heat in the house with these features.

 

Yugi followed Nick and Royan as they took Yami upstairs, he needed to give Yami something for this cold and make sure that it did not grow any worse than it obviously was. The others were downstairs beginning to cook supper and quickly tidying up the house, ridding it of the small layer of dust that had collected over the past few weeks or so since Jamie had last cleaned it.

 

Choosing one of the closet rooms to the stairs Royan pushed the door open and stepped aside so that Nick could move through and lay Yami down upon the soft canopy bed. Nick glanced back at Yugi, “find some clothing for him, something warm, I think Seto has some sweaters in his room, they should do,” he instructed, “his room is not hard to miss, it's the only one that's pure blue”. Nodding Yugi left the room leaving Royan and Nick to tend to the spirit.

 

Coughing Yami covered his mouth and rolled onto his back, damn why did he have to catch something at the worst of times; he could only pray that their enemies would not find them anytime soon. Gentle feminine hands rubbed his back, soothing the ache in his torso. Pulling back he glanced up at Royan and gave her a small smile of gratitude before resting his head on the pillows.

 

“How does your chest feel,” she questioned as Nick placed a hand on her shoulder.

 

“It's painful to cough, but I am assuming that that is because of the broken ribs. Otherwise, a little sore but its bearable, I fought with it last night,” he reminded.

 

She smiled, “well, if you start coughing up blood then we have a problem, that would mean that you have been coughing hard enough to allow one of the broken ribs to penetrate your lung. So lay down and take it easy, that way we won't have to take you to the hospital”.

 

Growling Yami snuggled into the pillow and muttered, “I hate hospitals, they're too filled with sorrow and death, and white might I add, it's blinding”.

 

Immediately Yugi strode back in and stared at the sweater he had grabbed, it was going to be huge on his other half, “are you sure about this Nick, he'll be swimming in this thing,” he stated staring at the rather large indigo coloured sweater.

 

Chuckling Nick nodded, “oh yeah, it will keep him warm, and its better than keeping him in damp clothing. We'll leave to let you dress him, he probably would not be comfortable with Royan or I doing it”.

 

Yami blushed and shook his head, “not yet,” he said, “but I probably will be soon”. Royan and Nick smiled warmly at him before they left the room, closing the door, Yami blinked at realizing something, “I'm not going to have anything else on underneath that sweater for two hours”.

 

Yugi laughed brightly, “I bought some boxers for us so it won't be that bad, besides you and I share a bed all the time, the only person that will be keeping you warm is me, unless you want someone else”.

 

Narrowing his eyes Yami demanded, “what is that supposed to mean,” he coughed again and buried his face in the pillow, a small groan signalling that he was done coughing, “remind me never to get sick again”.

 

“I will,” Yugi said with a chuckle before sitting down on the edge of the bed, “now lets get you out of those damp clothes so that I can run them through the wash with everyone else's clothes. This way you can be warm and go to sleep while we wait for supper. I need to get you some medicine anyway”.

 

Heaving a sigh Yami reluctantly stripped down, his cheeks still flooded with colour even though he knew that Yugi had seen him like this many a time, pulling on the pair of boxers and the sweater he laid back down. He confirmed Yugi's theory and he snuggled under the covers, he was literally swimming in this sweater, on Seto it would reach to just below his waist, on him it went down to about an inch below his knees. Yugi laughed at the sight but stifled the noise as Yami sent a glare in his direction and a threat through their link.

 

Yugi left him for a few moments, only to return with a spoon, a rather large bottle of Buckley's, a cloth on a bowl of hot water, and a cup of green tea. The spirit nearly lost what little was in his stomach as Yugi forced the Buckley's past his lips, even though he had never done it the taste reminded him of hitting a pine tree in the winter, it was rather appalling. The tea soothed him and when he laid down to sleep he needed no encouragement as Yugi placed the hot cloth over his brow, he was asleep before Yugi even had the chance to kiss him on the cheek.

 

Smiling Yugi closed the door as best as he could before making his way down the stairs, seeing Mokuba begin to set up the playstation he signalled for the younger Kaiba to stop, he pointed up to the room that Yami was in, “he's a light sleeper, even when he's sick”.

 

“Oh, well I thought that we would try and race while we waited for supper,” said Mokuba before shrugging, “but he needs his sleep out of what I can tell. Oh well, minus well help Seto and Jamie with the horses”.

 

“Thanks Mokuba,” Yugi said as he watched Mokuba pull on a rain jacket and rubber boots from the closet at the front door, with a sigh he glanced out through the immense window in the living room, it was pouring rain already, “I minus well start a fire”.

 

Royan, Nick, and Bakura had busied themselves with making a rather large pasta supper with three types of pasta and a large Greek salad. Bakura even shocked his friends by making a loaf of Egyptian styled bread. While Joey and Yugi set the table in the dinning room Seto entered with Jamie at his side.

 

Jamie was similar to Seto in height and build, except he was broader in the shoulders and deeply tanned from being out on the farm. He was dressed in a pair of tight faded jeans with a thick leather belt and buckle, with a white tee-shirt covering his well muscled torso. His voice held a slight Australian accent, but it was barely distinguishable.

 

“Do you two want some help,” Jamie suggested.

 

Joey shrugged, “sure why not, I'm Joey,” he said shaking Jamie's hand before the farm boy removed the plates from his arms.

 

“Pleasure's all mine my friend, and I know that Seto has already told all of you who I am,” said Jamie cheerfully before he began to place to the plates on the table between the set out cutlery that Yugi was working on.

 

“Hey Seto,” said Yugi as he finished with the utensils and went about placing cups at each of the seats, the CEO acknowledged him with a nod, “can you go wake Yami up, I have my hands full”.

 

“Sure,” he said and vacating the room made his way up the stairs, seeing only one bedroom door closed he instinctively went to it, gently opening the door he peered in at the sleeping figure. Yami's face was flushed red from the fever, but that was the only set back. Otherwise he looked serene and almost like a little child, he was tempted to go and kiss those exposed soft lips but he held back the urge.

 

Moving across the hardwood on the tips of his toes he eased down onto the edge of the bed. Reaching over he brushed a blonde bang out of the spirits face, Yami stirred under his touch and moaned, his face scrunching in slight pain. Recoiling Seto bit his lip, the concussion must have magnified because of his cold. Heaving a sigh he gently gripped Yam's far shoulder, “Yami, wake up supper's ready”.

 

Moaning Yami opened his eyes, crimson eyes had lost their fire from the cold, clouding them and giving him a ghostly appearance, “already,” he murmured out.

 

Nodding Seto removed the cloth from his brow, “yes, it's been an hour, your clothes are not dry yet, do you want me to find you some pants”.

 

“Please, just nothing huge like this sweater,” Yami said tiredly before rolling onto his side and re-closing his eyes. Seto smiled at this and standing up moved to his room, he knew that he had a pair of sweat pants in there somewhere that he had grown out of a year or so ago but had been too lazy to remove them. He

 

Finding them in a drawer he returned to the bedroom only to find that Yami was asleep again, grunting he decided that surprise was the only way to keep the Pharaoh awake. Leaning down he placed a chaste kiss upon the Pharaoh's cheek, Yami stirred and stared up at him through foggy and confused eyes as his cheeks grew even darker with a blush. Holding up the pants for Yami to see Seto chuckled, “you need to eat,” he reminded, Yami heaved a sigh and sitting up slowly, carefully, he took the pants and tried to slip them on underneath the covers.

 

He was failing miserably because for one the covers were thick, and two, the damn sweater was so long as were the pants. Sometimes he wished that he was taller. Glancing at Seto he swallowed hard, he had to swallow his pride yet again so that he could eat, “could you get Yugi, I need his help with this”.

 

Seto crocked a brow, “I am right here, I can help you,” he suggested, seeing Yami blush even more he chuckled, “I'm not a pervert you know”.

 

“True but, oh fine,” he grunted and pulled back the covers, Seto had to hold himself back as he helped Yami pull the immense pants up, all the while touching smooth supple skin. Yami shivered as Seto's hands rested briefly on his waist while he rolled up the hem of the pants, why did the feeling of Seto's hand suddenly feel so wonderful, it must be the fever.

 

“Here, I'll carry you, you still need to rest,” suggested Seto as he gently lifted Yami into his lap, hearing the spirit growl he winced, “sorry, did I hurt you”.

 

“No,” Yami assured, “I'm just getting sick of feeling weak, as much as I enjoy being carried around, I still hate being weak”.

 

Seto smiled, “I can understand that,” he said before he carried Yami downstairs to the dinning room. The others were already sitting at the table, dishing out their food and chatting quietly amongst each other. Setting Yami down in the seat between his and Yugi's he sat down after briefly rubbing the spirits shoulder.

 

Remembering something suddenly Yami glanced over at Yugi whom was already dishing out a portion of pasta for him, “you grabbed the Millennium Rod right,” he asked.

 

“Yeah, it's been in my backpack since we left the game shop,” he expounded, “speaking of that I need to call Grandpa, he needs to know where we are”.

 

“That would not be a brilliant thing to do Yugi,” said Nick before shoving a forkful of pasta into his mouth, chewing then swallowing he continued, “They might be tracing his phones in some way, or they might be tracking the calls on the phone where your grandfather is staying. It's too risky, I would know from experience”.

 

“But,” Yugi protested.

 

“Seriously Yugi, no, we can't, unless you want to give away out position,” Nick said firmly, “wait until we can use another phone, please, it's for the best”.

 

Reaching over Yami gently rubbed Yugi's shoulder forcing the smaller one to look at him, “just be patient, besides, the police have probably said something already, they would have been called to check the mansion over, the silent alarm went off, I remember that much”.

 

Nodding Yugi placed a small kiss to Yami's hand before he began eating, “you're right, they would have said something already, both scenarios that are possible,” Yami sighed in agreement and glanced at his plate, suddenly he felt his appetite leave him, the food looked scrumptious, but he could not eat it. Yugi felt the sudden change in the spirit through their link, glancing at him he spoke through their minds.

 

(Are you alright?)

 

/I'm not sure, I don't feel hungry anymore, and yet I have not eaten anything since yesterday at lunch. Ra I swear I am slowly, unwillingly, and unknowingly killing myself by starvation./

 

(No Yami, it's not that, we all are going through a rough time, and I've noticed that you have been eating less, it's probably because you are the most affected of everyone. Cheer up a little bit, and eat some food, its really good, trust me)

 

/You need not to assure me of that, I can smell it clearly, but I just don't feel hungry, if anything I'm cold/

 

(That is because you are sick because of your own stupidity)

 

/That's the last time I'm nice to you, Aibou/

 

(I'll take that back then, jeez, either way I'll bring you your own clothes after supper, they should be dry by then, but you should keep that sweater on, it will help. But eating will help you get better as well. EAT NOW!!!!!!!)

 

Yami winced as his head bounded at the loudness of Yugi's voice in his head /Yugi, concussion remember/ he snapped.

 

Yugi scratched his neck and placed his fork on the table (sorry, you are just worrying me, please eat something)

 

/But I'm not hungry/

 

(Please)

 

/Oh fine, only because you asked so nicely/ Yami complied and picked up his fork, through the corner of his eyes he saw Yugi snickering triumphantly, Yami grunted, one of these days he would pay Yugi back for all of his sucking up, and being able to win him over with those eyes and simply begging.

 

The meal was finished quickly; the conversation was soothing to most save Yami whom concentrated on being able to keep his food down. Yugi, Joey, and Mokuba washed the dishes while Bakura placed the leftovers in containers and placed them in the fridge before shoving the two loafs of bread that had not been eaten in the pantry.

 

Yami had been able to make it to the living room before anyone had a chance to carry him over there or react, never mind notice that his silent form was gone. He lay down upon the sofa and curled up against the cold green leather and held his unsettled stomach, closing his eyes he tried to fall asleep but he found that no matter how exhausted he was, his stomach was turning too much and his mind was wheeling too fast for him to allow his mind to drift.

 

Feeling the sofa shift he opened his eyes and found that Seto was sitting on the edge of the couch at his stomach, gentle widespread hands immediately began to caress his sides, trying to soothe him in the only way the CEO seemed to know how. Yami moaned, from the pain, the sickness, or the pleasure from Seto's hands upon him he did not know but he felt Seto sweep him up onto his lap and leaning back against the couch held him to his torso, the sound of his heart soothing the Pharaoh greatly and allowing him to focus upon something else.

 

“Seto, are we going to make it through this,” Yami asked, a random thought running through his head as Seto caressed his body.

 

Blinking Seto heaved a sigh and glanced out the window towards the grey sky above as it rapidly darkened to night, “we will, somehow we will”.

 

Lifting his eyes Yami stared into Seto's cerulean eyes, he gasped as he finally realized something, how could he have been so dense. Seto's eyes returned his gaze with undying love that he had never seen before in his life, save in one other person, the man within his dreams, the man that he had obviously loved in ancient times. The caresses and the very feel of Seto's skin upon his own was exactly like it was in the dreams, save more pleasurable and perfect. Could it be, was Seto that person from his past?

He had no time to ponder upon it, coughing roughly his body shook heavily in Seto's grasp, and the CEO was forced to hold him tighter as to make sure that he did not fall off the couch. Blue eyes watched in worry as the coughing ceased to stop, for the first time that day he saw how pale Yami's skin was, it was white like a ghosts, and the glow had dissipated. Gently he rubbed Yami's back comfortingly, hoping that the coughing would stop soon.

Yami gasped for breath as his body continued to shake, pain coursed through him, red hot pain from deep within his torso, then feeling a hot liquid splatter upon his hands he knew. Pulling back he stared at his hands, not caring that he was slowly loosing consciousness and that the others were now running into the room.

His hands were covered in blood.

 

 

A/N: Hey hey, hope you liked this chapt, not a lot happened, but yet again something will happen next chapter, and I warn you it will be a long one. I have it planned out already and it's long, lol, R and R please.