Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Enemy Mine(Seto/Yugi) ❯ No ( Chapter 4 )

Yu-Gi-Oh!, and the characters therein, are the property of Kazuki Takahashi. I am in no way affiliated with Takahashi, or 4Kids Ent., FUNimation,TV Tokyo/NAS/Studio Gallop

 

EnemyMine

Chapter Three

…No…

 

WARNING…RANT!: Err Parents, school! Sometimes I hate life. Heres an interesting question that I would like to pose to you, my readers, is there such a thing as true immortally.

And is fame a form of it or is it a false impression of longevity? Can someone really be in the memory of mortals for 100 yrs? 200? 1000? 10,000?

 

Warning:cruse language, sexual content, adult content, underage sex.

 

~ Yugi instantly opened his mouth, his arms going around Seto neck, his finger tangling in the silky brown strands, a small sound crawling up as Seto's other arm surrounded his waist, pulling him closer.

“Oh, my god,” ~

 

 

Later that night Seto mumbled to an equally nude Yugi, “I'm really beginning to hate the nights we spend apart,” his voice slurred. Giggling Yugi snuggled closer to the other mans larger body, his eyes heavy lidded, “I know what you mean,” they kissed languidly, in a lazy battle and when they pulled apart Yugi grinned up at Seto. “Joey's face was priceless today after you kissed me,” he said as a smirk touched his loves face “Yes…by tomorrow the whole school will know and then the media and it will spread to all fans that you…my little Yugi…are mine.”

Those words were said with a steely conviction and Yugi smiled as he lifted up a hand to lightly trace the plans of his boyfriends face. It was official, public and they were both happy about it. No more hiding.

 

Showering Seto glanced at his arm and froze.

No, his arm was discoloured, tender as he washed it, hoping, praying it was dirt though how he could have gotten dirt on himself when he hadn't been near the stuff was a mystery. He was bruised and he had a slight headache starting. No, it couldn't be back. Rushing to finish his shower he waited for Yugi to stumble his way into the bathroom and for the water to start before he grabbed his phone and dialled his doctors' number.

“Dr Orihime's office, Da-rin speaking how can I help you?” a soft feminine voice answered.

“Good morning, my names Mephisto Seto, can you please get the doctor for me,” he spoke his tone cool and brief with only the slightest tremor.

“Just a moment sir,” a soft music filled the phone and he jerked clothes from his tallboy taking deep calming breaths.

“Mr Kaiba what's wrong,” the doctor's voice echoed after a soft click.

“I need to make an appointment,” Seto said, only three or four people still knew his real last name, Dr Orihime being one of them. He'd been treating Seto since he was a toddler and they used his original last name to keep his…problem out of the media.

“Mr…Seto, why do you need an appointment,” the man asked his voice worried.

“I think its back,” Seto said.

“Oh…I'll see you at 7:30, Seto if it is back,” the doctor began as the water turned off.

“Tell me later,” Seto said hanging up, he could do this, he would do this, and he would act completely normal for Yugi and his brother…

 

7:30 came and Seto entered the small, empty clinic that was normally closed up tight by now, he just happened to have a key and Dr Orihime was in his brightly lite, cold office. The room was made up of off white walls, grey and mahogany furniture.

As reasonably tall man in his late 40's with yellow blond hair and dull grey eyes Orihime wasn't what one could call handsome, though he wasn't pretty either nor was he plain. He was stark and oddly beautiful in a unique and strangely exotic way.

“Mr Kaiba,” he said rising to great the younger man, gripping his hand gently in his, if it was back then the younger man would bruise easily and it was something the boy had always hatted.

“Now tell me why you think its back,” the doctor said as they took there seats, “The leukaemia should have been completely whipped out after the last time.”

“I…I've been getting headaches more often lately but put them down to stress, then this morning I noticed this,” Seto said before jerking his black, silk skivvy off, his left arm was nearly black around his bicep and on one shoulder he was purple. The bruise in the shape of a hand.

“Seto…hold on,” the doctor said and left the room. He returned with a set of needles, swabs and Seto held out his right arm and waited not even flinching as the doctor drew three vials of his blood.

“Come back in two days, I should have the results by then,” Orihime said as he wrote Seto's name on each vial.

“But Mr Kaiba you should be aware that you have had extensive treatment since you were a child and there is a high chance that we wont be able to do anything about it this time,” his doctor continued. He'd learnt years ago that he had to be blunt with Seto; the boy no matter his IQ was as stubborn as a mule and if given hope would push and push until he was shot down by someone better or dead.

“Thanks, Orihime,” he said rolling his blue eyes standing as he pulled the top back on.

“No problem Mr Kaiba, have a pleasant night,” he said and watched the boy leave calling out as he reached the outer doors.

“And don't over do it Mr Kaiba!”