Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson Trust ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )

Author: Yami Neferbre

Title: Crimson Trust
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, or CSI Miami, or Waste by Staind, or No by Shakira

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

Warning: Violence, language, sexual content, rape

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: 8/32!!!!! (This is not definite, there is one chapter that I believe might become lengthy, or I might want to have more in it and it may become two chapters, I don't know yet, but this is a general number)

 

A/N: Hello everyone, sorry about the long update, as some of you know I was on a cruise last week,

 

Eight

Well fuck them and fuck her and fuck him and fuck you
For not having the heart to pull through
I've had doubts I have failed I've fucked up I've had plans
Doesn't mean I should take my life with my own hands

Every morning for the next few days Yami would wake up, groggily make his way around the house, cook breakfast, take Yugi and Kalie to school, then move on to cleaning the house and working out as much as he could. These were his distractions at the moment, keeping his mind from wandering to unwanted images. Otherwise, when Bakura would come home just after lunch, the young man usually insisted on either taking a light swim in their pool, or a long walk to the beach. Usually, though, Seto ended up tagging along.

 

Once or twice Seto had joined him in viciously beating his punching bag and working on the weights, but the CEO usually ended up simply watching, playing music through his laptop as he rapidly finished off a few things from work. More than once Yami had caught him openly staring, but he usually ended up shoving the hopes in his mind away, the CEO was probably gazing at the many thin and light scars that littered his back and torso.

 

Before dinner Yami ended up taking Yugi to his soccer practices, or Kalie to her dance, or both of them to their piano lessons. In the process he would normally drop Seto off at home with Mokuba, the more distractions he could find the better.

 

Three attacks in one week were enough for him, and having one more would postpone him returning to work for yet another week, something that he did not want. He desperately needed some sort of release, beating on the punching bag, taking those walks, singing and playing the piano, and conversing with Seto was no longer helping him.

 

His mind was constantly returning to what had happened seven days previous in his office, or instances that had happened years before when all of this had started. He usually found himself locked within his room, or soaking in a deep bath with candles surrounding him, tears of frustration and fear coursing down his face, his body trembling in an attempt to keep his emotions in check. He did not want to be seen like this, broken with his heart in the open.

 

Heaving a sigh he rubbed his eyes furiously, yawning as he did so, stretching his arms high in the air as he made his way through the kitchen, not quite willing to be awake yet. Moaning he clenched his eyes shut as Joey clumsily dropped a fork to the tile floor, the sound echoing in his head, increasing the headache that was already beginning to overwhelm him.

 

Covering his face with his hands he leaned against the counter, “I am slowly going insane,” he muttered, eyes opening as gentle hands removed his own from his face. Finding himself staring at the smiling face of his sister he groaned, leaning forward and resting his head against her shoulder. “I cannot wait until I go back to work tomorrow.”

 

Gently, Kalie stroked her brother's back, soothing him and trying to lessen his pain. “Didn't sleep last night I take it,” she stated knowingly, exchanging worried glances with Mai, Bakura, and Joey.

 

Shaking his head Yami wrapped his arms loosely around her waist, shifting his head so that he could partially stare up at her. “Maybe an hour, that's pushing it.”

 

“Nightmares,” she pressed.

 

“Yes,” he murmured, reluctantly releasing that information.

 

“Why didn't you come to Yugi or I, we always come to you when we have one,” she questioned, peering down at him softly.

 

Biting his lip Yami closed his eyes, tightening his hold around her waist, “I was too afraid to move,” he chocked out, cursing at his weakness.

 

Heaving a sigh Kalie gently eased Yami towards the table, never relinquishing her hold on him as she forced him to sit down, kneeling so that they could remain in their embrace. “Are you sure that you should be going back to work Yami, you seem to be getting worse, not better.”

 

“Agreed,” chimed Bakura, gulping down his coffee, eyeing Yami carefully.

 

Tanned hands clenched tightly into fists on either side of Kalie's hips, the knuckles turning white instantly from the pressure. “I need some sort of release Bakura, nothing else seems to be working at the moment,” Yami growled out.

 

“Calm down,” Mai urged, rising to her feet and moving to kneel down beside Kalie, reaching out and gently squeezing her friend's knee. “Take it easy buddy, maybe you should just go back to bed and rest for a while, let Joey take care of you today.”

 

Footsteps reached their ears, directing everyone's attention but Yami's towards the stairs, Yugi glanced at all of them inquiringly, blinking rapidly, “What's going on,” he asked cautiously.

 

“Nothing,” Yami muttered, pulling away from Kalie and smiling at his brother. “Finish getting ready, we have to get going or you're going to be late for school.”

 

Violet eyes narrowed knowingly, “What's wrong Yami,” he demanded.

 

“Emotional roller coasters,” Yami stated simply, rising to his feet and moving to the kitchen again. Pouring himself a cup of coffee he moved to sit down at the table, immediately -who was sitting beside him- gripped his shoulder. Glancing up at him Yami crocked a brow. “What?”

 

“I'll drive them this morning,” he insisted, ignoring the furious glare that was now radiating from his friend. “You need to rest; besides I have the day off. You can pick them up after school, sound good.”

 

Grunting Yami sat back in his chair, forcing Joey to relinquish his grip upon his shoulder, “Whatever,” he growled, his temper flaring.

 

Shaking his head Joey rose to his feet, gently embracing his friend, holding him until Yami slackened into his grip but did not return to action. “Just remember Yami, I do this because I care, not because I think you are weak.” A rough grunt was his answer; reluctantly pulling away Joey moved to grab the car keys, ushering Yugi and Kalie out the front door.

 

Peering back Joey exchanged worried glances with Bakura and Mai before he vacated, closing the door as we went.

 

Instantly Bakura and Mai finished eating their breakfast, cleaning up their dishes and moving to leave for work. Both received the same cold treatment from Yami as they embraced him tightly, assuring him that everything was going to fine, before leaving for work, locking the door behind them.

 

Within seconds Yami was upon the floor, limbs wrapped tightly in an insecure ball, violet eyes overflowing with fresh tears. His body trembling with his sobs as he curled into himself, Sacha immediately moving to curl up next to him, his wines echoing through the house, his worry for his master evident. Whimpering Yami reached out to his dog, stroking its head affectionately as his tears continued to fall. “What is wrong with me,” he murmured aloud.

 

Fear began to overwhelm him, being alone in this dark cold house was beginning to take its toll, the rain outside mingled with the roaring of the thunder and flashing of the lightning was not helping his nerves. Scrambling for the phone he dialled the first number that came to his head, sobbing as he pleaded for the person to pick up.

 

“Hello, Seto Kaiba speaking.”

 

“Seto,” Yami nearly cried out, his relief at hearing that soothing voice calming him slightly. “Thank God you're home.”

 

Hearing the panic in Yami's voice Seto questioned rapidly, “Are you alright, where is Joey, Bakura, and Mai?”

 

“Joey went to drop off Yugi and Kalie at school,” Yami expounded, his voice laced with sobs. “Bakura and Mai went to work. I… I'm scared Seto.”

 

“I'll be right over, can you wait five minutes,” the brunette asked.

 

“I… I think so,” Yami stammered, furiously rubbing the tears from his face, moaning as more joined their place. “Please get here quick, I don't know why I am acting like this, but I'm really scared.”

 

“I'll be right there Yami,” Seto promised rapidly before hanging up the phone, leaving Yami again in utter silence, the only noise surrounding him was the storm outside.

 

Images began to flash through his mind, images that he wished would burn and never invade him again. Whimpering he curled into himself again, pressing himself into the couch before the flickering fireplace, holding himself and sobbing for comfort, barely feeling Sacha's warm form beside him.

 

“YAMI WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!” bellowed a voice from the hallway. Whimpering he pulled the blanket tighter over his near naked form, frightened tears coming to his eyes as his feet slid outwards in the blood that was still flowing from his form. Shivering he glanced briefly at the camera across from him, silently begging whoever was watching to call the police.

 

He had been imprisoned within his own home for the last week, forced to hide in this small, stuffy, secret room within the walls of the second story of his home. Freezing cold and bleeding from several open wounds, having not eaten in well over seven days he was weak and pale, barely able to move in the small dark crawl space.

 

“YAMI!”

 

A resounding crash followed the yell, the door to his small hide away being thrust open, light briefly blinding him before a tall, dark form invaded the small crawl space, casting a shadow over him. Screaming he backed away from the man before him, shuddering in fear as he locked gazes with Lucien whom was fuming with fury.

 

“Thought that you could hide from me forever, huh, brat,” Lucien growled, reaching out a snagging him roughly by the arms, wrenching him to his feet and boldly throwing him out of the crawl space and onto the floor of the hallway.

 

A pained cry left his lips, throat screaming at him from the abuse, as he landed roughly upon his already limp wrist. His tears began to course down his ghostly pale cheeks in rivers as Lucien flipped him over, vehemently lifting him to his feet by the collar of his tee-shirt, before slamming him against the wall.

 

“Lucien, please don't,” he pleaded, peering up into burning russet eyes. “Let go of me!”

 

“Forget it,” Lucien spat, roughly tossing him towards the stairs as if he was naught but a rag doll. His father chuckled in pleasure at hearing his pained gasp, and the cracking of broken bones ring in the air loudly, watching him writhe upon the floor in agony as old wounds were crushed.

 

Rolling to his side he faced his father, trembling with fear as the man hefted him to his feet again, holding him by the throat with one hand, while the other wrapped tightly around his waist. “I will take pleasure in tormenting you, before I do as I promised.”

 

Violet eyes widened in shock as he was shoved backwards towards the stairs, a boisterous scream ripping from him as he made the first impact, bones breaking before he continued in his decent. Finally resting upon the hardwood at the bottom of the stairs, shuddering in pain as his eyes spotted the deformity of his left leg, only for those same orbs to lift and watch in fear as Lucien began to descend the stairs, moving to wards him to finish his work.

 

“Yami!” cried a deep voice through the fog, worry and desperation obvious in their tone. “Yami snap out of this! Don't do this, don't let him win.”

 

Someone was shaking him; widespread hands gripping his arms, caressing his face, fervently trying to force him into alertness. Gasping, realizing that no oxygen was entering his system he snapped his eyes open. Immediately spotting Seto holding him tightly he gripped the man's shirt, burying his head within his torso, desperately trying to bring air into his lungs.

 

“Gods Yami, you scared the shit out of me,” Seto exclaimed, holding Yami tightly to him, rocking back and forth while rubbing the mans back in soothing motions. “Its alright, I'm here and I'm not leaving, I promise.”

 

His vision was spinning, causing his stomach to turn in protest, forcing him to struggle away from the CEO's comfort and allow his breakfast to leave his system, gagging at the fowl taste that the action brought him.

 

Immediately Seto pulled him back to him, soothing him with gentle caresses as he felt his body calming, the shuddering leaving him and his vision slowly returning to normal. Moaning he wrapped his arms around Seto's neck, holding tightly, “Thank you,” he murmured.

 

“You're welcome,” Seto whispered.

 

“Don't let go,” Yami pleaded, tightening his grip around the CEO. “I don't want to be alone.”

 

Sighing deeply Seto rose to his feet, lifting Yami as he went and moving to sit upon the couching, allowing Yami to lie in his lap. Grabbing a nearby blanket he wrapped it around the smaller male, circling his arms around him and soothing him, gently rocking him into a soft slumber. Watching silently as frightened violet eyes drifted shut in sleep, the young man's torso finding a steady rhythm as his breathing returned to normalcy.

 

Resting his head against Yami's brow, Seto stared at the window beside the front door, waiting patiently for Joey to return from dropping Yugi and Kalie off.

 

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“He's still sleeping,” Joey whispered as he came back down the stairs, peering at Seto across the house. Moving towards the CEO he clapped a hand across his shoulder. “Thank you for coming to help him, I shouldn't have left him, I knew that he was in rough shape.”

 

Seto smiled kindly at him, handing him a hot cup of tea, “Anything for a friend,” he murmured.

 

Chuckling Joey winked at him before sipping his tea, “Hopefully he sleeps for a couple of hours, he needs it, he said that he was starting nightshifts again at your place tomorrow. I can't stop him, even if I think that he's still too unstable.”

 

Grunting Seto shook his head, closing his eyes as he took a long gulp of his tea, “He is pretty damn stubborn.”

 

Joey nodded in agreement, “He gets it from Isolde, except he's worse in that area.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“Well,” Joey started, placing his cup upon the counter. “If you want you can go to work now and come on by this evening. Its Friday night, we all usually watch a movie together. You and Mokuba could join us if you want to.”

 

Seto smiled, rising to his feet and moving towards the door, retrieving his jacket as he went, “Sounds like plan Joey, thank you for the offer, I'll suggest it to Mokuba. I will see you later then.”

 

Nodding Joey waved briefly at him, smiling brightly. The CEO returned the gesture as he closed the door behind him, instantly afterward Joey locked it, heaving a sigh and glancing towards the stairs. “How many times am I going to fail you buddy, I did that day that your mother died, and when that bastard attacked you when you were eighteen and last week. Along with the many other times that I was too late to stop you from being hurt. How many times am I going to do this?”

 

Heaving a sigh he sat down upon the couch, wrapping the blanket tightly around him before he switched on the TV, keeping the volume low so that he could hear if Yami was in distress. The questions that he had asked continued to play in his mind, blinding him and blocking the images from the TV before they reached him.

 

“How many times buddy?”

 

Hours passed in silence. The storm outside passing and leaving a beautiful hot summer day to flood over Miami, increasing the temperature within the house, along with the level of silence.

 

Joey continued to watch TV, only removing himself to check upon his sleeping friend and to fetch something to eat. He was thankful that Yami was sleeping a decent amount of time finally, it brought relief to his heart knowing that at least something good was going to transpire during the day.

 

When two o'clock swung around movement could finally be heard upstairs. Scrambling off of the couch Joey dashed to the bottom of the stairs, intent on reaching his friend only for Yami to appear at the top of the stairs, somnolent and swathed tightly in a housecoat. Relief flooded through him, a soft smile gracing his features as he moved up the stairs to Yami, reaching out a hand to him.

 

Swaying upon his feet Yami gripped his extended hand, taking it and moving down one step, holding the railing for support. Together they moved slowly down the stairs, silence passing between them, neither wanting to speak. Leading Yami to the kitchen table, Joey sat him down and knelt down before him, gripping his hands in his and staring up into exhausted violet orbs.

 

“I'm sorry about this morning Yami,” Joey murmured, watching as Yami's quirked a brow at him inquiringly. “I should never have left you, I should have made Bakura take them to school, I left you just when you needed me the most.”

 

Yami exhaled deeply, pulling one his hands from Joey's grasp and wrapping that single arm around his friends neck. “I could never blame you Joey, you have been there for me all my life, you're the best friend anyone could ever ask for. And when I say that Joey, I mean it.”

 

“I haven't always been there Yami,” Joey said, embracing his friend. “I came too late a few times to protect you.”

 

“And I wont hold you to that Joey,” Yami stated, pulling back and staring into Joey's tender hazel eyes, running his finger gently along his friends jaw line. “I know that you tried, and to me, that's all that matters. We cannot control these things Joey, and you know that there are times that I am going to be left alone to protect myself. That's how things have always been, always.”

 

“It shouldn't be that way,” Joey growled, taking the hand that was caressing his face, holding it to his torso. “You should not have to bear the pain that you do.”

 

Yami sighed, closing his eyes and bowing his head, “Please, lets not talk about this; I don't want to think about him.”

 

Nodding Joey rose to his feet, “Alright,” he murmured. “Are you hungry?”

 

“Starving,” Yami chuckled. “We need to go grocery shopping tonight before we rent the movie. There is nothing left in that cupboard, or in the fridge.”

 

Pulling out a box from the panty Joey showed it to Yami, “There's KD,” he said, forcing Yami to laugh blissfully. “That has to count for something.”

 

“In your mind maybe,” Yami said, shaking his head.

 

Shrugging indifferently Joey began to rummage around for the pot, finding it he placed it upon the stove, filling it with water, then turning the stove on to high heat. “Yugi and Kalie get off at three right?”

 

“Yes,” Yami answered, scratching a hand through his hair. “I'll go pick them up, I need to get off my ass sometime today and do something productive.”

 

Joey chuckled, glancing at Yami over his shoulder while pouring the noodles into the water. “Just don't hurt you little ass, I'm sure that Seto would not appreciate it.”

 

Crocking a brow Yami glared at his friend, “And what the hell is that supposed to mean.”

 

“It means that I think someone likes you,” Joey teased.

 

Crimson flooded Yami's cheeks, giving away his thoughts even as he glared and viciously tossed one of the chair cushions at his friend. “Oh shut up!!!”

 

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Closing the car door behind him, Yami slipped his sunglasses over his eyes and adjusted his shirt, heaving a sigh he strode towards the school. The sounds of children and teenagers speaking gaily to each other filled his ears, mingling with the singing of the birds over head. He smiled softly at this, jumping up onto the curb of the sidewalk, sandaled feet immediately becoming damp from the moisture in the grass from the rain earlier.

 

Scowling at this he shook his head and, weaving through the throng of teenagers and young children, made his way towards a familiar group at the school entrance.

 

Reaching out he gently tapped upon his brother's shoulder, smiling in amusement as Yugi swung around in surprise, his friend's laughter ringing in the air.

 

Innocent amethyst eyes narrowed playfully at him as the owner punched him lightly in the arm, “You scared the crap out of me,” he laughed.

 

Ruffling Yugi's hair Yami chuckled, reaching down and retrieving his brothers backpack before slinging it over his shoulder, “I'm allowed to, its in the contract, read the fine lines,” he stated, tapping his temple.

 

“That ain't fair Yami,” Yugi protested, waving a curt good-bye to his friends and skipping to catch up to his brother as he moved towards the basketball court nearby. “I can't read your mind.”

 

Winking at him Yami absently waved at Kalie's friends once realizing that they were doing the same to gain his attention. “Well then, I guess you better learn how,” he teased, averting his attention to Kalie as she moved towards him, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Ready to go?”

 

“Yep,” Kalie answered with a smile.

 

“Hey Kalie,” called Mark, a rather attractive young man from within her circle of friends. Turning Kalie smiled at him, inclining her head in acknowledgement. He moved up beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Do you think I could hitch a ride, my Dad just called and said that he could not pick me up because of how bad traffic was?”

 

Glancing up at Yami, azure eyes shimmering in a pleading nature, reminding her brother greatly of a kitten begging for milk. Unable to resist Yami nodded, having known the boy for quite sometime and trusting him greatly, “Sure, you live near us right.”

 

Mark nodded, smiling brightly, “Thank you Mr. Hanata,” he said.

 

Shaking his head Yami signalled for him to follow, “I'm not that old,” he chuckled. “Just call me Yami, everyone else does.”

 

“Alright.”

 

Lifting his gaze Yami scanned the area around them as he shoved the key into the vehicle, just as he turned it to unlock the vehicle he spotted a group of unwanted visitors stalking towards him. Hissing he shoved the door open, watching the menacing group as they moved towards him like leopards on the prowl, “Get in you three, and lock the doors,” he snapped.

 

“Yami, what's wrong?” Yugi questioned as his brother urged him into the vehicle.

 

Violet eyes flashed in fury, “I have to quickly deal with a group of unwanted guests, Mark go get the rest of your friends and bring them over here.” Without question Mark nodded and dashed over to his friends, gaining their attention and watching with a frightened expression as Yami moved towards the group, instantly recognizing them by the dark blue bandana's, and the trident tattoos upon their arms.

 

“Propios del Diablo,” he muttered. “Santo.”

 

Gripping the cool metal of his pistol at its holster against his hip, Yami snarled deeply, moving towards Santo and his men with an air of confidence and fury. Instantly he was surrounded, the men threatening and malicious, each glaring at him in abhorrence. Ignoring the expressions he directed his attention towards Santo, violet eyes running up his form, re-burning it back into his memory.

 

Instantly in the school grounds children were ushered into the school by teachers, or vehicles by their parents. Teenagers raced away, either running into the school or frantically making a break for the nearest home. All knowing exactly who it was that has surrounded the well known CSI, and all knowing that remaining could put them in the line of fire if this turned into a brawl.

 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Yami hissed, baring his teeth and tightening his grip upon his weapon. Shifting slightly as the seven men around him closed off the circle, leaving him barely any room to move.

 

Santo smiled devilishly, chuckling heartily as he did so, shaking his head slowly as Yami snarled at him. “I think that you should know why, Yami,” he said, voice heavily laced with a Spanish accent. His sleek dark hair and professional clothing masking what he truly did for a living.

 

“Well it certainly is not for old time sake,” Yami snapped, removing his pistol from its holster and flashing it in the sunlight so that those around him knew of its presence.

 

Smirking Santo peered briefly at the pistol indifferently before locking gazes with Yami, “No, that is most definitely not the reason. No, the reason would to give you a warning.”

 

“Oh,” Yami chuckled sarcastically, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. “It's good to know that you care about my well being.”

 

Grunting Santo moved forward, standing directly in front of the CSI, towering over him in an attempt to intimidate the young man. “Your sarcasm is still just as amusing as it was a few months ago,” he stated. “But it will not get you anywhere. If I remember right, the only place it got you with Lucien was a hard beating.”

 

Yami stiffened at the mention of Lucien's name, suppressing the urge break away he snarled, “That was then, , this is now.” (asshole)

 

Growling Santo reached out, gripping Yami's shoulder and wrenching him forward, shoving the barrel of a pistol against the young mans gut, smirking as one of his men disarmed his victim. Leaning down he whispered into Yami's ear, “Well here's a message from him, cross him again, pull a stunt like you did, and he will not hesitate to rip the life out of one of your friend's torsos.”

 

“Bastard,” Yami hissed, trusting Santo's hand away from him, not caring about the pistol. “Is he too spineless to tell me this himself, or does he need the pusillanimous approach from behind to feel powerful.”

Santo chuckled deeply, the sound sending a shiver up Yami's spine, “I can assure you that at the moment he is indisposed with a business matter, he would have loved to tell you that himself, believe me. But, no matter, here is my message,” he stated, leaning forward again and peering deeply into Yami's dark eyes. “Drop this case, or remove yourself from it now.”

 

“No,” Yami snapped, only to hiss seconds later as a fist from one of the men behind him slammed into his back.

 

“Drop it, Yami, or you may find that your friends and siblings are no longer among the living,” Santo hissed angrily, signalling for his men to leave. Smirking he waved his pistol in warning before he moved away with his men, leaving Yami holding his back in the middle of the road, his pistol laying inches away upon the pavement.

 

Inhaling sharply Yami dropped down to one knee, hissing at the pain in his back where a new bruise was now forming over the old one, reaching out absently to retrieve his pistol and shove it back into its holster. Clenching his fists he lifted his gaze, watching as the group of men, along with Santo, clambered into three nearby black lancers before speeding off down the street.

 

“Bastards,” he snarled.

 

A/N: Sorry about the lateness again, and how short this chapter is, but I really needed to update something and Past to be forgotten just is not going anywhere, don't ask me why, but it isn't, neither is Living Dead as most can notice. I may be forced to stop Living Dead and hand it over to someone else and tell them what is supposed to happen. I don't know yet. Anyway, thanks for waiting so long for this, I hope that it was worth it. R and R please, and thanks for all the reviews for last chappie ^^