Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Drown, Deep Underground ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Drown, Deep Underground

By: LadyLuck_666

Genre: Romance, supernatural, drama, suspense, horror

Warnings: Yaoi, yuri, and religious references. Also gore and naughty language^^;…. No lemons, just limes.

Summary: (Angel/YGO crossover ) In a desperate attempt to help his ailing group of friends, Angel goes in search of the one person that can help them. Seto Kaiba. But there is a catch. Angel knows he can show the CEO what the boy really is, but can he make him believe? YAOI, FLUFF, and RELIGIOUS REFERENCES!

Stori: FINALLY!!!!!!!! My Angel/YGO crossover is finished!!!!! Well, the beginning anyway…. But still, at least I got THAT done. The pairings vary between yaoi, yuri, and so on. But one main pairing that I will focus on most often will have to be the very…. Unexpected…. Pairing of Angel and Seto. I know how the series ended, but I must say I was very unsatisfied at the way they cut Angel off. So, in this fic, Angel didn't accept Wolfram and Harts offer, and Conner is still with them, in all his sanity….. ^^;…... But yeah. I'm sorry if you liked the ending of the show, but I'll let you know now that all flames will be thoroughly ignored. With that being said, please enjoy and don't forget to review! (Oh yeah, I'm just gonna put down the supposed pairings here so I don't forget. They are all subject to change. Seto/Angel, Jounouchi/Gunn, Fred/Wesley, M/R, YM/YB, Honda/Otogi, Y/YY, Shizuka/Mai, and I think one little scene with some Cordeilia/Isis)

Chapter one: Birthday Present

~oOoOo~

A light at the end of the tunnel…Heh…Will it ever show?

~oOoOo~

*BIBEEP*

*BIBEEP*

*BIBEEP*

*BI--*

A hand fell down hard upon the now silent alarm clock. With a groan, the owner of the pale hand pulled the clock towards him, lifting his head slightly to glare menacingly at the glowing red numbers with half lidded eyes.

4:50am….

"Ugh…. Just two more minutes…" The boy mumbled, collapsing face first back into the pillow. His chestnut tresses fell over sleepy cerulean eyes, as he willed the clock to go back an hour or so.

When the object in question didn't do as it was told, the boy gave another tired groan as he flipped onto his back. Staring intently at the ceiling, Seto Kaiba wanted nothing more than two be able to fall back asleep.

But, seeing as he barely ever slept (even less often than he ate) what little sleep he got, he couldn't drift back into.

With one last sigh, the teen swung his legs over the side of the bed, a barely audible `thud' echoed through the room as the heavy comforter came in contact with the carpet. His bare feet followed suit, lading atop the plush material.

"The joys of running a multi-million dollar corporation….." Seto mumbled as he silently groped his way across the pitch black room. The sun had not even thought about coming up yet, as did any other with a shred of sanity or a possible life.

Heh…. But of course, he didn't need one of those. The CEO frowned through the darkness, searching desperately for the light switch.

Finally coming across the faded white switch, the teen gave a triumphant smirk before flipping it on. The ceiling fan complied with a faint humming as the pale light flickered on and the rotating blades picked up speed.

He hadn't been in his room for sometime. Usually whenever he got any sleep, it was at his desk, or in his limo. Not for a long while had he been in his room. Ad eh had to say, he didn't miss it.

At least his limo had some color.

The room was white. A dirty, faded, off white. And that was it. The carpet wasn't any better. Hell, it was worse! A deep beige that looked as if it hadn't been vacuumed in a year, it contrasted greatly with the jet black comforter and sheets adorning his king sized bed.

"Why do I need a kind sized bed?" Seto thought to himself, as he replaced that thought with the equally as perplexing question, "Why does anyone need a king size?"

Pushing all thoughts aside, the teen turned towards the door, just in time to see a thin slip of paper slid under it, followed by a shadow passing on the other side.

Raising an eyebrow, he warily made his way to the door, bending down slowly to snatch the piece of paper. Unfolding the sheet, Seto was met with the messy handwriting that could only belong to his younger brother,

"Niisama:

Please tell me you're still coming today! You always skip out on this! It's not right, she was you're kaasan, too. And you actually got to know her! It's not fair! I'd bet she'd be happy to know you're well! And don't you want to visit her? It's the least you could do…Please, niisama?

Mokuba"

"Mokuba…." The CEO sighed, his demeanor softening. He had forgotten… Today was the anniversary of their biological mother's death. Mokuba's birthday….

Their mother had died of complications only an hour after giving birth to his brother. He could clearly remember his father's stoic face as he left the room, holding his newborn son. Not wanting to look at the child that had taken his wife away from him, he handed Mokuba off to the nearest person he could find. Seto…

His father came around after a while, though. He was smart enough to know that he definitely could not let his son take care of a infant. He smartened up, and accepted the younger as much as he did the elder of his sons.

After that, every year on Mokuba's birthday, the man would sneak off to meet with his late wife. His poor sanity was what probably led to his painful demise. Stuck between the steering wheel and his seat, after hitting a fuel truck. Needless to say, the sparks were more than enough to start one hell of a fire….

Now, Mokuba has taken to carrying on their father's tradition. The boy would rather spend half of his birthday visiting his late mother, a woman he never met, than have the kind of parties his friends had for theirs.

The boy knew that his brother could afford to give him whatever party he wanted to celebrate the day of his birth, but Mokuba insists he'd rather spend it with his mother.

The smallest of smiles graced the elder Kaiba's face. His younger brother had a huge heart, and even though he denied it, was a really sweet kid…

"Hey." Seto's eyes narrowed, "What is Mokuba doing up at five in the morning?" The teen dropped the note and ran out the door.

By following the sound of the blaring T.V, he quickly stumbled across the younger Kaiba in the den.

Leaning against the doorframe, the CEO cleared his throat, in hopes of catching his brother's attention.

"Oh… Hey, niisama!" The raven haired boy beamed, his eyes surprisingly bright for this early in the morning.

Seto smiled, his eyes still clouded with sleep, "Happy birthday, Mokuba…." A yawn escaped the teen's lips as he hastily covered it with his hand.

Mokuba frowned. Why was his brother up this early? He thought he had taken the day off… "Niisama?" The boy questioned his eyes narrow. Well, as narrow as those adorable ebony orbs could go.

"Hmm? What is it?" Sleepy cerulean eyes looked up from the floor they had been so mercilessly studying. His cheeks were flushed from the heat flowing through the vents, something that always seemed to completely miss his room. His entire body weight was resting against the doorframe. So much so that his entire means of balance was entrusted to that support.

Mokuba resisted the growing urge to run over and push his brother down for the hell of it. Maybe that would loosen him up…. No. He wouldn't risk it. Not on his birthday, "Why are you up?" The younger Kaiba turned his attention back to the T.V, while at the same time interrogating his brother.

"Work…" Seto raised an eyebrow, "You?"

A wide grin spread across Mokuba's face as he turned towards the teen, "I had to make sure I was ready to visit kaasan!"

Off the elder Kaiba's confused look, the boy motioned towards the neatly stacked lunches on the table beside a pile of candles, three or four flowers and a faded picture of a smiling brunette woman around the age of twenty seven.

Their mother. Eileen Lasek…

That picture wasn't very recent… The woman still had short hair. But Mokuba said that it was his favorite. Not only was the woman at ease (with Eileen, that was a miracle) but in that photo, in that pose, she looked exactly like her eldest son.

Those who had the honor to see the mother and son side by side could not deny the uneasy resemblance. Deep, cerulean eyes. Chestnut hair that fell just above they're shoulders. And the same pursed lips. They were practically identical…

When he was growing up, Seto often heard many adults whispering about how it wasn't right for a young boy of all thing to bear such a striking resemblance to his mother. They wouldn't dare speak of it in front of Eileen, though. The woman had quite a... Interesting reputation….

But through all his years, the CEO had always been subject to such gossip. It amazed him how far fetched some could end up!

"Are you coming, Niisama…?"From across the room came the almost inaudible whisper. Mokuba's face was hidden beneath thick raven locks, his eyes glued to the T.V.

Seto really didn't want to go… In all honesty he'd rather spend the day taking care of a bunch of hyper grade school kids than visit his late mother's grave.

He knew how that sounded. Hell if he didn't wince at it himself… But the grave was two towns over. And it wasn't that he couldn't handle the drive over, he just didn't like the grave site. In the town they were born and raised.

It just wasn't pleasant…

But, it was his brother's birthday. And if visiting a grave was how he wanted to spend it…

Letting out a sigh of defeat, the CEO reluctantly nodded. He could handle this. At least for his brother's sake.

A happy little squeal sounded, as the dark haired boy literally jumped off the couch and bounded into his brothers arms.

Well, not arms exactly…

Mokuba rammed into Seto's currently empty stomach, causing the teen to double over.

"Oops…" The tanned boy grinned sheepishly as he rested his hands on the back of his head, "Sorry, Niisama!"

The CEO could do nothing more than half glare at his brother from his current position, crouching on the living room floor, hand over his pounding gut, "Oh, isn't this gonna be fun…"

Stori: I hope you like!!! I know I added quite a bit in this chapter, but let me clarify some things for ya:

I'm guessingthat Mokuba and Seto's biological mother died because of complications during childbirth. If not, I'm sorry. But they aren't really clear on most events before the orphanage.

Yes, I also made up events concerning their father.

I always thought that if Seto would look like either of his parents, it would be his mother… Odd, huh?(please pay attention to this little tidbit of info! It's important in later chappies!)

All other events and details concerning their biological parents were made up by `me'!!!

Okay, I hope that got some thing cleared up! Angel and company will be appearing in later chapters! I really wanted to put something about Seto's biological parents in this fic, cause you don't hear much about them. You hear about Gozuburo (I think that's how you spell it!^^; If it isn't please correct me!) but not the parents before… Thank you for taking the time to read, and to any lurkers out there, don't think I don't know you're reading! Review!!!!!! Ja ne!!!!