Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson Trust ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

Author: Yami Neferbre

 

Title: Crimson Trust

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, or CSI Miami, or Waste by Staind

 

Paring: SetoxYami

Rating: R (just to be safe with the content)

 

Warning: Violence, language, sexual content, mention of rape (it's not really noticeable yet)

 

Spoilers: None

Summary: Yami has always been lied to, always been betrayed and hurt. Working as a special agent for the CSI crime lab in Miami he finds peace while raising his younger siblings. But an old enemy has returned, and a wonderful man just entered his life. Can he trust a stranger, or will he simply give up on life all together.

*** Story idea came from the song Waste by Staind***

Status: 3/29

 

A/N: Most of this I had to type out from what I originally wrote out, hehe, 21 pages down about thirty more to go. Only with this chapter I added a lot, more than the first one. The first little bit of this chapter is new material, that's why it took so long, plus my bro decided to hide all of my story stuff that I have at the desk. **stupid big bros**anyway, hope you enjoy.

 

Plus, I have gone through and planned the entire story, twenty nine chappies in total. Its gunna be long ^_- hope all of you like it and stick around for the ending.

 

And I'm gunna thank Dragon for being such a wonderful beta, thanks for all the grammar help, hehe, I was never taught lol.

 

THREE

 

Your mother came up to me

She wanted answers only she should know

It wasn't easy to deal

With the tears, that rolled down her face

I had no answers cause I didn't even know you

 

Weapons in hand, badges strapped to their waists, and eyes trained forward, they marched into the immense corporation, flashing their badges at the secretary there, politely asking where to find Salatis Hanata and Ivan Mittowski. She was shaken but pointed in the direction of the wide staircase across from her, telling them what floor and where their officers were. Giving a curt thank you Yami dashed up the stairs, Gabe at his side, and five Miami Dade Police officers behind him.

 

Taking the stairs two at a time he raced to the next set of stairs, sprinting up them until he reached the second floor. At first he heard nothing but screaming until the officers dashed up after him, Gabe in tow.

 

“Gabe, you go get Ivan, I've got Salatis,” Yami said over his shoulder, glancing towards the office in the far corner, the glass walls showing him the man sitting within in perfect view. The only thing between them was those walls, the two desks in the centre, and the photo copy machines.

 

Gripping his friends shoulder Gabe questioned, “Are you up for this, after all, he is Lucien's brother.”

 

Snarling Yami held his gun up, “He won't try anything in public Gabe, and yes, I can handle it,” he assured, urging his friend towards the stairs leading to the fourth floor, three of the officers following. “Don't worry about me.”

 

Waiting until he could hear Gabe's feet mounting the metal stairs Yami heaved a breath, motion for the two officers to clear the employees out of the way first, forcing them safely into one of the corners. Then, using his hands, Yami directed the two officers to block the two separate sets stairs while he directed his gun at the office.

 

“Miami-Dade Police, come out Salatis,” Yami cried out, instantly gaining the attention of the man within. Dark chocolate eyes locked with his own, the man cursing and rising to his feet, hands in the air.

 

“Check him,” Yami instructed, signalling for the two officers at his side to go search for weapons. The two officers nodded obediently, moving through the office equipment, and shoving the door open.

 

“What is the problem officers,” Salatis asked calmly, his voice steady as the two officers began to pat him down.

 

Moving to the door Yami answered the question evenly, acting as if he had never met Salatis in his life, “You are being taken in for questioning regarding the recent murder of Azucena Kaiba and Rosa Stiht.”

 

“May I ask why,” Salatis snapped, shifting as the officers finished their search and one began to rummage for his cuffs.

 

“In your case, you were the last person seen with Rosa before she was murdered. Actually you have been seeing a lot of her lately, so we would like to gather as much information as possible from you. You are not in any sort of trouble, unless you try and run, or don't give us the information that we ask for,” Yami grunted, crossing his arms.

 

“Well then,” Salatis grunted. “I guess that I am in trouble, nephew.”

 

Violet eyes narrowed only to widen in shock as Salatis dealt the two cops a blow in the head, knocking them both to the ground before launching himself towards the stairs. Regaining his wits Yami sprinted after him, gun in hand and his vision concentrating on the escapee.

 

Barrelling down the stairs Yami watched as people scattered out of Salatis' way, screaming as they went, before the bastard slammed the doors open and dashed out onto the street. Snarling Yami shoved the doors open, pushing them aside so that he had a clear path. The doors having made him lose some well needed ground, he stumbled out onto the street, catching Salatis dashing across the street he ran after him, all the while avoiding people.

 

Citizens screamed as they were pushed aside by the runaway businessman, some falling to the cement sidewalks, others being shoved against the nearest building with startled cries. None wishing to get in the way of the chase and none would try to aid the running cop.

 

Thankful that people were moving aside and giving him a clear path Yami sprinted at a breakneck speed after Salatis, he could hear the other police officers running not far behind him, but none of them would be able to provide him much help at the moment. One they could not keep up with him, two, they were too far behind to catch Salatis on their own.

 

Careening around a corner Yami just barely dodged a pedestrian as he hurtled down the street; Salatis was only a few feet in front of him. With a final acceleration of speed Yami launched forward, arms wrapping tightly around Salatis' neck, forcing the man to tumble to the ground from the sudden weight.

 

Crashing to the pavement, Yami felt the wind being knocked out of his torso as his ribs connected with Salatis' shoulder blade. Gasping for a moment he shook his head before regaining his composure as the other officers dashed around the corner. Shifting he straddled himself on his uncles back, reaching to his belt and retrieving the cuffs there before roughly pulling Salatis' arms backwards, snapping the cuffs on before rising to his feet, allowing the officers to handle him from there.

 

Finally having taken a break Yami hunched over, breath heaving as Salatis was dragged yelling to his feet. He barely comprehended what was being spoken by that voice that was so similar to the one that had mocked him for years. Slowly catching his breath he rose up again, staring at Salatis as they waited for a car to come around and pick him up. Scowling at the man he grunted, “You used to be a better runner than me Salatis, what happened,” he mocked.

 

Salatis growl, lunging at him only to be held back by the officers, receiving a swift hit over the head. Snarling he glared at his nephew, his alluring chocolate eyes clouding over with furious anger, “Been out of practice.”

 

Chuckling Yami placed his hands on his hips, ignoring the watching eyes of the pedestrians, “Really now, if I remember right you have been running from the law for the last how many years, remind me.”

 

“Six and a bit.”

 

“Then you'd think that you would be a master at evading people,” Yami snapped, averting his attention to the police car that rounded the corner.

 

“Like I said, Yami, I have been out of practice,” Salatis protested, struggling against the hold of the officers as they shoved him towards the open door of the car. “I haven't had to run much anyway, just from the phoney claim that Frank Gabriel made towards me. I did not help Lucien out of the country if that is what this is about.”

 

Narrowing his eyes, Yami signalled for the officers to shove him in the car, “I'll believe that with some proof,” he snarled, before entering the front seat of the car, closing the privacy window. The officer driving glanced at him, silently asking for permission to turn on the radio, nodding Yami leaned back in his seat, bliss spreading through his features as the music drowned out Salatis' complaining as they drove back to the station.

 

123123123123123123123123123123123

123123123123123123121132121213213

 

Violet eyes peered through the pane of glass into the room beyond, he was invisible to those within, both Salatis and the police officer guarding him, all they could see when they peered in his direction was a mirror reflecting themselves. The door behind him was pushed open, snapping him out of his trance and forcing him to turn to the intruder, smiling at Taita and Jason as they entered.

 

“How did interrogation go?” Taita asked, coming up beside his friend and peering into the room.

 

“Retrieved some DNA,” Yami answered, retrieving a labelled bag from the table nearby, inside was a glass covered in lip prints. Handing it to Taita he continued. “He admitted to threatening Azucena, but only verbally, and that he did not threaten to kill her, just destroy her company. He is a horrible liar.”

 

Jason chuckled, grabbing a nearby chair and pulling it over to his friends, sitting in front of the one way mirror, “What is his nervous trait.”

 

“His hands twitch, and his eyes shift to the left,” Yami answered. “He did say one thing though that he did not react to in that way, I cannot tell if he was lying or not.”

 

Grunting Jason took a sip of the coffee that he had brought in with him, “What was it?”

 

“That if he did kill Azucena, it was not just to get rid of her and her company, but to lure someone else out into the open,” he murmured, eyes narrowing in thought. “He was unreadable there, so whether he was actually telling the truth or not, I do not know.”

 

Heaving a sigh Taita glanced through the glass at the figure sitting at the desk. Salatis held an uncanny resemblance to his brother, his deeply tanned flesh stark against the white dress shirt that he wore, jet black hair neatly spiked, and a shapely face with high cheek bones accented his narrow eyes, deep and dark. Glancing at Yami he grunted, you could not tell that the two of them were related, there was nothing similar about them.

 

On the day six years ago that he found himself glued to the television screen, watching a heated court case with that beautiful spiky haired boy sitting uneasily at the witness stand, exposed flesh lathered in bruises and linen bandages, violet eyes wide and afraid as he listened to Lucien scream his heart out, protesting that he had never done anything, and trying to make him agree with him.

 

A woman had stood up, her perfect features flawless save for the bruises that could be seen, shouting at Lucien, forcing him to shut his trap and moving around the to boy behind the stand.

 

As she wrapped her arms around him it became apparent who the boy looked like in his family, he was a mirror image of his mother, the only difference was her hair lay flat, and she was female.

 

He held nothing in common with that monster, nothing. Unfortunately that was one of the many reasons why Lucien did not believe that Yami was his. They were nothing alike, in personality or in appearance. Yami was his mother through and through.

 

Sighing he reached out and gripped his friends shoulder, giving it a knowing and comforting squeeze. Yami averted his gaze to him, questioning at first before they blink in realization. Glancing down at his hands he noticed that they were shaking furiously, snarling he shoved them into his pockets, he would not show that he was afraid of that man.

 

Taking a deep breath Yami closed his eyes, attempting to soothe his nerves, “I'll be right back,” he assured before vacating, only to find himself seconds later in that very room that he had been peering into. Lifting his gaze he stared at Salatis as he closed the door, case file in hand he moved to the table, silently sitting down and opening the file, eyes running over the contents.

 

Through the corner of his eyes he could see Salatis eyeing both him and the guard distastefully, his eyes hot with anger.

 

“So I hear that you have been having some rather, interesting, meetings with Mrs. Stiht, am I right,” Yami asked, never lifting his gaze from the photos in the file.

 

“We have, business meetings, nothing more,” Salatis grunted, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a cigarette began to toy with it in his hands.

 

Yami crocked a brow, reading over the newly required information from the morgue, “This report says differently,” he stated, lifting his gaze to peer at his uncle.

 

“Really now.”

 

“Really,” he answered, holding up the sheet of paper. “A semen sample was taken from Rosa during the secondary examination. They ran it through the system and matched the DNA to yours. Can you explain that to me?”

 

Scowling Salatis placed his cigarette upon the table, leaning forward slightly he glared viciously at his nephew, “I think that it would be obvious then that she preferred me over her husband.”

 

Chuckling Yami leaned back in his chair, placing the sheet of paper unceremoniously upon the table, “It will also put you at the murder scene. The coroner confirmed that she had been having a rather rough coupling with someone not but fifteen minutes before her death.”

 

“I did not kill her Yami,” Salatis snapped, slamming his hand on the table. “It was not my job.”

 

“So you knew about,” Yami added, closing the file, signalling for the officer to move behind his uncle.

 

Heaving a breath Salatis sat back, frustration and obviously retaining his urge to strangle his nephew, he forced his body to relax, “Yes, I knew about it. All about it.”

 

“Then elaborate for me,” Yami encouraged, voice placid. “And I might be able to pull off a deal of some sort for you.”

 

Chuckling deeply Salatis gripped the edge of the table, “And you would do that for me, please Yami do you honestly believe that I am that stupid.”

 

“I did not suggest that,” Yami protested, shifting uncomfortably. “I would not have a say in the matter Salatis, my superior officer would be the one creating the deal, I am simply following protocol.”

 

Snarling Salatis rose to his feet, “So now you want to help me, is that it.”

 

“I did not say that,” snapped Yami, crossing his arms. “Because trust me I'd prefer to see you behind bars, or on the table in the morgue. But I cannot make that decision. Gabe would be the one arranging the deal, but only if you spill everything that you know about it. I want to solve this case Salatis, nothing more.”

 

Smirking Salatis glanced back at the police officer, “Sure, I'll tell you,” he laughed devilishly. “As soon as this bastard is out of the way.”

 

Realization dawned over Yami, springing to his feet he snapped his pistol out of its halter, only for Salatis to knock the officer into unconsciousness, and to block his way to the door.

 

“Move Salatis,” Yami snapped, holding the gun steadily in his hands. “I am not afraid to pull the trigger, move!”

 

Chuckling Salatis launched forward, twisting the lock on the door as he went. Hearing the shot that was fired he shifted to the side, feeling the air of the bullet pass by his arm before he met his target. Tossing the gun aside he gripped Yami's forearms, successfully pinning him to the steel wall. His smirk widening as Yami struggled furiously against him, unfortunately for his victim, he was physically stronger than him, and at the moment, held the advantage.

 

Immediately pounding resounded on the door, Jason and Taita on the other side, desperately trying to break down the door as they called for security.

 

“Get off!” Yami screamed, horrific scenes of a man of similar appearance pinning him in this same style, tearing clothing off and biting harshly, filtering into his mind.

 

“I'll tell you about Azucena and Rosa Yami, they are used as decoys. The ones that killed them are after one of the CSI's in your team, they want revenge, and I know who it is,” Salatis growled out, tightening his grip on the struggling form he had pinned.

 

Violet eyes snapped open, his body slackening as he stared at Salatis in shock, “Lucien, no he's not here, he left, he's not here,” he screamed out in desperation, trying to convince himself more than Salatis.

 

“I'm afraid that he is Yami,” Salatis chuckled. “He has Santos Aristo, the most powerful drug smuggler under his wing, running the company that is used as a disguise. He also runs the Propios del Diablo, he owns them Yami. That is what he has been doing since he left, gaining all the power he needs.”

 

“No,” Yami cried out, tears of fear coming to his eyes, barely hearing the pounding nearby. “No, no he's not coming back.”

 

“Oh but he is Yami, and this time he will do anything to get you back,” Salatis said, forcefully tossing Yami to the floor before following him, gripping that thin neck in his hands, squeezing tightly. “He wants you Yami; he's been craving to be able to teach you a lesson in these last few years.”

 

Gasping Yami squeezed his eyes shut, thrashing about underneath his uncle, trying to force him off and allow him to breath. His wish was partially granted; Salatis moved his hands from his neck, to re pinning his arms on either side of his head. “He will get you this time Yami, you won't escape.”

 

Just then the door was slammed open, shattering the glass within it before police officers poured into the room. Taking a hold of Salatis' arms they pulled him aside, cuffing him again and dragging him out of the room as Taita and Jason moved to their friends side, helping him gently into a sitting position and holding him tightly, soothing his now fragile nerves.

 

123123123123123123123123123123123

123123123123123123121132121213213

 

Hours later, with a few hot cups of herbal tea in his system and a warmer coat protecting him against the bitter evening wind that blew through the city streets, Yami found himself standing before the Kaiba mansion. His now bruised arms and neck covered with a turtleneck and his thick jacket.

 

He needed something to get his mind off of the incident in the interrogation room. Something that would help his reassure himself that Lucien had not come back, that Salatis was toying with his head. Unfortunately for him, his fear was overriding reason and all he could think about was that bastard showing up and hurting him again, or possibly, his two siblings.

 

Heaving a sigh he moved towards the door, he needed to do something to preoccupy himself, and he had decided that doing as he had promised would be the best thing to do before he went home. He had promised Seto that he would tell him everything that he found out, and he was intent on keeping that promise.

 

Knocking on the heavy, double doors, Yami stepped back and waited, shuddering against the chill of the wind as it ran over his face, turning his ears red from the bitterness of it.

 

Immediately the doors were pulled open, an elderly man stood there, sullen eyes and a gentle smile, “May I help you.”

 

Lifting his badge Yami smiled, “I would like to see Mr. Kaiba please, it has to do with the case.”

 

The man nodded, stepping back he allowed Yami in and out of the cold, “I will retrieve some tea for the two of you, it is rather dreary outside right now, and you look frozen.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

“You may call me Victor, sir,” the man said, before pointing towards the couch. “Wait there please; I will retrieve Mr. Kaiba for you.”

 

“Thank you Victor,” Yami murmured, quickly divesting his shoes at the front door before moving to the couch, making sure that his soiled rear was sitting upon his clean windbreaker.

 

Peering around again he found himself lost in the splendour of the house, remembering once living in a place as lavish as this, remembering the few blissful memories he had in that house while he waited.

 

He become so lost in his daydreams that he did not notice the CEO sit down on the couch beside him, admiring his alluring form with soft cerulean eyes, until Seto spoke softly to him.

“I was not expecting to see you for quite a while longer,” he stated, his voice tired and laced with melancholy.

 

Turning to him Yami smiled, “I promised that I would tell you if we found something didn't I,” he reminded.

 

“True enough,” Seto chuckled, watching as Victor entered the kitchen behind them with a soft smile on his face. “Anything significant?”

 

“Quite actually,” Yami stated, placing his hands in his lap. “We have arrested two suspects, both claim that they did not do anything, but their DNA has put them at the scene, and one admitted to knowing about it. Though, the reasoning is not what we believed it would be.”

 

Leaning back against the plush pillows of the couch Seto crossed his arms, face becoming grave, “What was the reasoning then.”

 

Counting it out on his fingers Yami explained, “One, they wanted to get rid of the threat of Kaiba Corp. Two, they wanted to lure one of the CSI's on my team out into the open.”

 

Seto snarled, “You mean my mother was used as a decoy to bring one of you out into the open,” he demanded heatedly.

 

Yami nodded uneasily, catching the ominous glint in the CEO's eyes that he knew so well, instantly edging away from him on the couch. “Unfortunately, it was people from Zamora Corp. That much we know.”

 

“Do you know who they are after,” Seto snapped, clenching his fists.

 

Swallowing hard Yami crossed his arms over his torso protectively, “We have an idea, they hinted towards someone, but we are not positive.”

 

Growling Seto turned towards him, eyes wild with fury, “Then what do you know,” he bellowed. “Other than the fact that my mother was used so that they could do the same damn thing to one of you.”

 

“That Salatis, Ivan's right hand man as you know, was having some sort of affair with Rosa. And that someone was injured within your house at the crime scene that was not your mother; the blood did not match hers.”

 

In an instant Yami found that he had been pushed back against the armrest of the couch, back arching over it as Seto loomed over him, one hand on either side of his head, trapping him there. Feeling his nerves begin to panic and his body starting to shiver he groaned, peering up into Seto's enflamed blue eyes, “Mr. Kaiba, calm down.”

 

“Calm down,” Seto chuckled wryly. “You remain calm when you find out that your mothers death was because of someone else.”

 

Struggling with himself Yami pressed himself further into the armrest, trying to distance his body as far from Seto's as possible. He knew that expression, it was of someone whose fury was in over drive, and had taken control of every ration thought in their mind. He had seen it many times before, and it frightened him.

 

“I have already gone through that Mr. Kaiba, my mother died because of someone else, because the man that killed her was going after someone else. Now get off me, please, before this turns down the wrong path,” Yami almost pleaded, shaky hands pushing against Seto's shoulders.

 

“Its you that those bastards at Zamora Corp. are after isn't it,” Seto fumed, fists clenching. “If Salatis, your uncle is involved then it has to be you. Why is it you?”

 

“We don't know if its me, yes it makes sense but we are still unsure,” Yami said, his voice quivering as the shuddering in his body increased. His nerves swiftly overriding him, moments where he remembered being in utter darkness, all he could see was that ominously appealing face smirking down devilishly at him, mocking him as his body screamed with pain, and tears poured down his cheeks.

 

The memories quickly invaded his vision until that was all he saw, his own screams from those times ringing in his ears, that mocking laugh overwhelming and frightening him. Soon he could not feel his body, he did not know that he had just relapsed after the last year of being free of these attacks. He did not know that he was barely breathing, that his body was twisting and shuddering uncontrollably. He simply did not feel it, all he knew was those memories.

 

Seto sat back, regaining his composure and rational thought as he stared at the spectacle below him. Yami's eyes had rolled back, closing in near unconsciousness as his body twisted and arched, shivering as if he was cold, while sweat began to coat his skin.

Thinking fast he turned to the kitchen door, “Victor! Call the number I put on the fridge under CSI, get Taita over here now,” he bellowed urgently before redirecting his attention to Yami.

 

Remembering the little bit of first aid training that he had taken Seto lifted Yami off the couch and laid him on the hardwood. Retrieving the blanket from the couch he covered the shivering body with it, holding it down tightly as to make sure that Yami did not roll away and collide with the coffee table.

 

He knew what this was, an anxiety attack, he had only seen a few in his life time, but he could easily decipher the difference between one and an seizure. Grunting with the effort to hold the shaking body down he bit his lip, what type of memories had he arisen in that young mans mind to make him react like this, this was the most severe attack he had ever seen.

 

The minutes that it took for Taita and Jason to arrive at the mansion with Joey in tow seemed to have been hours. The two CSI agents forced Seto away while Joey dropped to his friends side. Seto watched helplessly as Joey pulled Yami to him, trying to hold his body still and whisper to him soothingly, but the shuddering continued to worsen, and Yami's breathing continued to decrease.

 

Lifting his head Joey yelled, “What the hell did you do.”

 

“I pinned him,” Seto explained. “I let my anger get the best of me and I pinned him, I did not mean to.”

 

Joey snarled, “I don't care whether you mean to or not,” he snapped furiously. “Get your ass upstairs and turn your bathtub on cold, I need to snap him out of this before he stops breathing or his heart shuts down. Move your ass.”

 

Nodding his head furiously Seto dashed up the stairs, Jason and Taita following, helping him retrieve towels and to turn the bath tub on. Once Joey was up the stairs, Yami in his arms, he forced Jason and Taita to keep Seto out while he clambered into the tub, clothes and all, with Yami still in his arms.

 

The cold water hit Yami's burning skin, cooling it and stirring him. The shuddering rapidly slowed till it was nearly gone, Yami taking deep gulps of air, acting as if he had never breathed before in his life. His eyes snapped open, the shade had paled to a cold lavender, emotionless and near lifeless.

 

“Yami,” Joey whispered, shifting in the tub so that he was now sitting up, resting his friends burning head against his shoulder. “Come on buddy, respond to me.”

 

Lavender eyes shifted, the shade changing to their normal tone as they stared up at him, afraid and uncertain, “Joey? What?”

 

“Shh, it's alright,” Joey assured, lifting himself out of the tub, wincing at the whimper that he heard emit from his friend. Retrieving a towel he turned back to him, helping his unsteady form out of the water before wrapping the towel around him. “It's alright, I'm here buddy, I'll never leave you I promise, he's gone.”

 

Shakily Yami clung to Joey like an insecure child, tightly gripping his now sopping shirt in his hands as he buried his face in his shoulder, “Dammit,” he cursed weakly.

 

Heaving a sigh Joey glanced at Seto, can you grab us some extra clothes, we need to dry our stuff now before we can go home,” he asked politely, all the while rubbing Yami dry with the towel.

 

Nodding again Seto vacated to his room, retrieving a shirt and tee-shirt for Joey and a nightshirt and robe for Yami, he returned to the bathroom. Spotting Mokuba standing in his now open doorway, he kissed the boy goodnight and ushered him back to bed gently before handing the clothing over. Obediently following Taita and Jason downstairs into the living room to wait.

 

When finally Joey and Yami made their way down the stairs, Seto noticed the bruise that had formed on Yami's neck from his previous encounter that afternoon. He bit his lip, what did that man go through to put him in this state.

 

Yami was unsteady, gripping Joey tightly as the blonde supported him down the stairs and to the nearest couch. Sitting down Joey hefted Yami onto his lap, not caring that the others were watching, the only thing on his mind right now was soothing Yami's still racing nerves. He had found out the hard was that physical touch was the only way to cure this.

 

Victor had taken the wet laundry and put it in the dryer before making some tea. Brining it into the room be broke the awkward silence that had fallen on the group by handing Yami a cup with a soft smile, “Drink this up sir, it will make you feel better.”

 

“Thank you,” Yami murmured, his voice small like that of a mouse.

 

“You're quite welcome sir,” Victor assured before handing out the other glasses and leaving to return to the kitchen.

 

Yami sipped quietly at his tea while Taita and Jason proceeded to explain everything to Seto, about the case and what Salatis had done earlier. The CEO was silent as he listened, his eyes filed with guilt and his head bowed with shame as he did so, unwilling to look at the man that he had just unintentionally harmed.

 

“So, yes it is probably Yami that they are after, but it is possible that Santos will go after Gabe and myself as well because last year we had tried to take their organization apart before the CIA had taken over,” Taita expounded.

 

“I see,” Seto murmured, lifting his head for the first time in the last half hour to peer at Yami. “I am sorry, I should not reacted how I did.”

 

Sighing deeply Yami placed the cup upon the coffee table, blinking he leaned back against Joey, closing his eyes in somnolence, “It's alright, I understand your reasoning.”

 

Victor came striding in then, the now dry clothes in his hand, still steaming from the dryer, “Here you are good sirs.”

 

“Thank you Victor,” Joey thanked, shifting Yami off of his lap so that he could retrieve the clothing. Taking a breath he glanced at Seto while reaching out a supportive hand to Yami. “Thank you Mr. Kaiba for allowing us to use your tub and dryer. We need to get home though, I kind of had to leave Yugi and Kalie alone with the neighbour to come over here.”

 

“Anytime Joey, and it's Seto,” the CEO said, smiling.

 

“Alright, Seto,” Yami said, rising to his feet shakily. “I will be seeing you soon. Later Taita, Jason, I'll see you at work tomorrow, and thank you for coming.”

 

Jason chuckled, moving to the door with Taita following, “What are friends for bud. Taita will go grab your SUV, I'll drive you home.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

“No problem.”

 

123123123123123123123123123123123

123123123123123123121132121213213

 

She had heard them enter the house, but only Joey's bedroom door closing downstairs. Sitting in bed with her eyes open Kalie stared at the door to her room, what was Yami doing still up, and what had happened to make Joey leave the house in a rush after supper. These questions an more swan through her head, not allowing her to sleep. With a heavy sigh she clambered off the bed and towards her door, she wanted answers and she wanted them now.

 

Stepping out into the hallway she peered through the darkness towards the light that was creeping up the stairs from the second living room. Blinking she allowed her eyes to adjust to the darkness before moving towards the stairs, dodging the couch as she went.

 

Clambering down step by step she found that no lights were on, only candles lit up the open living, kitchen, and dining room area before her. She squinted, peering around in hopes of finding her brother, remembering him warning her the one night that she left all the candles on. He would never do something like that, even if he was in a horrible state.

 

Finally she spotted that familiar spiky mop sitting upon the floor by the island in the kitchen, his back was pressed against it and his front was facing the fridge. Seeing the glint of glass she moved forward, cautiously at first until she noticed the glass in her brother's hand, the clear liquid an instant give away.

 

“Yami,” she gasped, dashing towards him and removing the glass from his hand, dropping the vile liquid down the sink before kneeling down beside him. He seemed to be coming out of a trance, his gaze bewildered and unfocused.

 

“Kalie,” he questioned, reaching out and gripping her shoulder. “What are you doing up, go back to bed.”

 

Scowling she cupped his face with her hands, gazing hard into his eyes, “How many sips did you get down,” she demanded.

 

“One,” he murmured, face flushing red with embarrassment.

 

“In how long.”

 

“Two hours.”

 

“Remember what you told me, every sip you take of that vodka the more you give into him,” she reminded. “Yami, you stopped all this a year ago, why start up again now.”

 

Hanging his head Yami closed his eyes, he felt like a fool, a stupid fool, “Salatis is involved in the case that I am working on. He pinned me down Kalie, and tried to tell me that Lucien is coming back. Then, I went to the victims house, and once I told him that his mother was used as bait to lure out some of the members on my team he lost it. I had an anxiety attack, all of this made me relapse Kalie.”

 

She sat back, staring at him for a moment before launching herself forward, holding him tightly to her. Feeling tears stain her gown from her brother's eyes she felt her own well up in her eyes, “You were doing so well, Gods I thought that things would become normal, that you would be alright.”

 

“I thought so too,” Yami murmured into her shoulder. “All that hard work had paid off, then Salatis had to come back into my life.”

 

“Lets get to bed, you need to sleep, I can tell that you can barely keep your eyes open,” she muttered, trying to stray away from this topic. Noticing this Yami nodded, rising to his feet with his sister before they made it towards the stairs, blowing out the candles as they went.

 

Stopping in front of his door Yami turn to Kalie, biting back his pride he asked quietly, “Stay with me, please.”

 

She stared at him for a moment, then nodding followed him into his room and clambered into the bed, pressing her back against the wall and closing her eyes to allow him some privacy. Feeling the bed shift under Yami's weight she opened her eyes, reaching out to him and sighing as he wrapped his arms around her, the slight shake that was still in his system lessening at the warmth and love that radiated from her.

 

“Good night Kalie,” he murmured, closing his eyes. “Love you, sis.”

 

She smiled, “I love you too Yami, good night.”

 

A/N: again, sorry that this took so long to update, lol, I had soccer and school to worry about the past three weeks, hehehe. Hope you enjoyed, review please ^^