Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Enemy Mine(Seto/Yugi) ❯ Just Wake Up ( Chapter 8 )

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Enemy Mine

Chapter Eight

…Just wake Up…

~“We meet tomorrow night, after dark,” the deep dry voice said and the line went dead.~

The museum was dark as Seto walked in close to 9 o'clock that night, the air chilly on his face and hands, his suit a little to big for his slighter frame as he walked past the ancient pieces of plaster and clay. Old swords and jars, murals and sculptures lined the walls and filled the glass cabinets as he made his way to the basement door.

Gods, he had to be losing his mind as well as his life, he was about to attempt a `magic' spell to cure himself and he didn't even believe in magic. Sure odd things happened and his lover had another soul that floated around privy to every thought and feeling Yugi had. The spirit could even take over his lovers' body which could be rather entertaining when it happened in the middle of…well it was best not to think of such things.

He paused outside the door, which had been left slightly open, candle light making the crack glow an eerie yellow as he wondered just what he was doing.

“I love you, Seto”

“I don't wanna be alone.”

“I don't want you to die big brother,”

“I love you, Seto”

Stealing himself he walked down those steps and into the large room, the large tablet with images of people similar to himself and Yugi off to his right and his eyes skimmed the sandstone lines of his loves ghost.

“I love you Yugi, and I won't leave you or Mokuba without a fight,” he thought looking over at Malik and Odion, the young Egyptians ever present shadow.

“Are you ready Master Kaiba? Are you sure you wish to proceed?” the sandy haired man asked and Seto nodded as he clenched his jaw, his decision made.

“Very well,” the young man said and he pointed to the large circle of candles.

“Everything is ready, you have but to step into the circle,” Malik said and the CEO put his brief case down and stepped over the candles his eye gaze taking in the star drawn in monster cards. Tracing the circle which too was made of cards, the candles placed every four cards, all face down.

“Master Kaiba, hold this please,” the Egyptian said holding out the golden rod…the Millennium Rod. His lip curling in distaste he grasped the strangely warm metal as Malik spoke “Now, stand very still,” before he and Odion began chanting, their words strangely musical and he felt the air tighten.

His ears popped as pressure built and a dark spot began to grow only a few feet from him, his hand tightening on the rob in his hand as his heart rate rose dramatically, dizziness making him sway unsteadily on his feet.

When the dark `spot' was around the size of a bar fridge Malik switched to Japanese as Odion continued to chant in that beautiful tongue they were using. “Your free hand, put it into the portal,” he said and Seto gulped before storing his curage and putting his right hand into the swirling darkness. The liquid like darkness widened, now the size of an average door and Malik told him to speak his wish.

“Make me well,” he said.

“Remove the sickness that is killing me,” he said unable to name his illness, he hated it.

Fearing the very word; the name of it.

A voice echoed into his mind, making him shiver and Goosebumps to rise over every inch of his form, “For a price,” it said a sick kind of laughter in its voice.

“What price?” he asked as Malik and Odion stopped speaking watching him with wide eyes, maybe the thing on the other side wasn't meant get to this part yet, he truly didn't know.

“The life…the soul of Yugi Moto or Mokuba Kaiba,” it said and he swore red.

“How dare you!” he snarled stepping through the portal without thought.

“How dare you ask for such a thing!” he shouted looking up to the yellow eyes of Saggi, the dark clown.

“Oh, I dare little master,” it laughed as Maliks voice echoed into the shadows.

“Master Kaiba! You must come back!”

“Yugi or Mokuba, you chose Master Kaiba,” the clown chuckled.

“Hurry Master Kaiba, the portal is closing!” Malik shouted and Seto turned to see the swirling image of Malik and the basement and the candle and card pentagram disappear, the shadows swallowing the image and he swayed suddenly feeling very cut off.

“Oh shit,” he murmured as the clown danced and clapped chuckling as a loud roar came along with a blast of white and blue energy.

…

“Master Kaiba!” Malik shouted as the portal disappeared and Seto's body collapsed the candles blown out by an unseen wind. The clatter of the rod hitting the card covered concert hit his ears as Odion switch on the light. The CEO lay, unconscious on the ground, his eyes closed one arm out stretched towards the rod which lay beside three knocked over candles, the wax covering the cards below and the rod.

“What have you done Master?” Odion asked as Malik knelt by the tall teen pressing his fingers to the large pulse on the mans throat. Its steady beat let him sigh in relief though that was short lived as he looked up at his companion. “What he asked of me,” he answered the older man.

“I only did as he asked.”

…

“Mokuba?” Yugi asked as he, Joey and his Grandfather rushed into Seto's hospital room, Mokuba had called a little over half an hour ago, telling him that Malik had bought his brother into the hospital with Odion's help but couldn't say why the man had collapsed. It was getting to be a bad habit the CEO had.

“Yugi!” the boy called looking up with a tear stained face from his brothers side, for Seto's part he was too still, his chest the only thing that was moving, though he had breathing mask on.

Hugging the boy, Yugi drunk in the sight of his love and wished he could do something, anything to make him better. This was too much; he couldn't loss him, not now. “Did Malik say anything?” he asked and the boy shook his head, his mop of black hair moving with the avid movement.

“Nope, just that Seto might never wake up!” the boy said “Orihime says that if Seto doesn't wake up by morning he's going to do some tests,” the said.

Nodding Yugi glanced over at is friend and grandpa and bit his lip. “Mokuba, come on, lets go get you a drink,” Joey said holding out his hand and the preteen moved out of Yugis arms, taking the older boys hand. They left without a sound and Solomon moved up to Yugi as the boy sat, taking Seto's cool, still hand in his.

“He'll come round in no time,” he said hoping he was right, praying for the three of their sacs he was.

They all had lost too much for ones still so young and to loss one more was just too much, especially for Seto, who would loss his life. Taking in the sight of the young mans face, the angular lines of his face, Solomon wondered how the boy felt, knowing that when he died he'd be leaving so much behind.

Hours past and Joey and his grandfather had gone home, Yugi clutching Seto's hand as Mokuba fell asleep in the crib on the other side of the room. Orihime had come in and demanded another bed, and ordered the younger Kaiba to rest, that his brother need him to be strong while casting a worried but knowing glance at Yugi. He knew he couldn't make the young duellist sleep, not until he was ready, or collapsed from exhaustion.

“I love you, Seto, come back to me…wake up,” he whispered as he rested his head on top of their clasped hands.