Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Family By Choice ❯ Chapter1 ( Chapter 1 )

Family By Choice

by Dragondreamer and Yami Dragon

Disclaimer: We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! If we did, Dragondreamer would own Seto.

Warning: This story contains shouenen-ai (guy/guy relationships) and yaoi (guys having sex with guys). It also contains coarse language and violence. If you don't like it, or become offended by such things, take off already!

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT YAOI (MALE/MALE SEX)! IF THAT'S NOT YOUR THING, THEN LEAVE NOW!

Note: /…/ Tristan's thoughts

[…] Joey's thoughts

{…} Seto's thoughts

[[…]]Yami's thought and mind link to Yugi

//…// Yugi's thoughts and mind link to Yami

{{…}} Otogi's thoughts

`yak, yak' Sadie's(AI) voice

~*~*~*~*~

Tristan smiled as Justin crawled into his lap, looking up at him over the tops of his glasses.

After dinner they had gone out onto the patio with their drinks, leaving Joey and Mokuba to chase the kids around the yard. When it got dark they had come inside to the den. Lexi was currently being pinned to the floor by Bakura, who was lying next to her, his face buried in her neck, growling. Ryou was kneeling next to them, tickling her stomach.

"TOP!" Lexi shrieked. "BA-RA! REE! TOP! LEXI NO TAN BREAVE!"

Tristan saw Seto wince as the little girl squealed at the top of her lungs. Joey went to save his daughter, pulling her out from under the two white haired men.

"Uncle Tristan," Justin tugged on the front of the brunet's shirt, claiming his attention. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, little man."

"Umm…yesterday at daycare I heard a couple of ladies say that you and Uncle Joey shouldn't have Lexi because you're gay." Justin leaned against Tristan, his expression confused. "What did they mean by that?"

"Well," Tristan put his arms around the boy. "There are some people who think that two men living together shouldn't have kids."

"But they said you shouldn't have her because you're gay."

"They probably think that because we're men, we can't raise a girl."

Justin shook his head. "I understood that part."

"What don't you understand then?"

"What does gay mean?"

/Oh, shit. Why did I have to get this question?/

{Sucker}

Tristan looked up and met Seto's eyes. The taller man had a `better you than me' smirk on his face.

/Fuck you, pal./

{Just name the time and place, buddy boy.}

Tristan rolled his eyes and looked back down at Justin, who was patiently awaiting his answer. He suddenly became aware that everyone had fallen silent and was watching him…with grins on their faces.

"Well, Justin…gay means…" Tristan wracked his brain, looking for a way out. "Ummm…it means…happy."

Justin's eyes widened. "So, you shouldn't have Lexi because you're happy?"

"I guess so."

Bakura snickered. "Good one, slim."

"Tristan." Joey shook his head in exasperation.

"What?" Tristan tried to look innocent. "It's true."

"That's not what he meant and you know it." Joey sat down next to his husband.

"Uncle Joey, I don't understand. If you and Uncle Tristan are happy, that would make you having Lexi a good thing."

"Let me see if I can explain it better." Joey said. "What did this woman say? Can you remember?"

Justin nodded. "She said `two gay men have no business having a little girl'."

Everyone in the room tensed. This was something they knew they'd have to deal with eventually, but that didn't mean they had to like it.

"Okay," Joey sighed. "What it means is when a man loves another man. Like I love Uncle Tristan."

"Or Dad and Daddy and Pharaoh?"

Joey nodded.

"But…why should that matter?"

"It doesn't, Justin." Yami said. "Some people are just narrow minded."

"What's narrow minded mean?"

Yugi laughed. "Why don't Uncle Joey and I take you and Lexi upstairs and get you ready for bed and he can explain it to you?"

"Why do I have to explain it to him?" Joey asked.

"Well," Bakura smirked. "You ARE the child psychologist in the family."

"Very funny, Bakura." Joey grumbled, standing up and going to take Lexi from her favorite uncle.

Seto got up as they left the room, coming to sit with Tristan. He leaned against his best friend, rubbing his temples.

"You okay, pal?" Tristan asked.

"I can't seem to shake this headache."

"Why don't you go to bed, love?" Yami said.

"I think I will." Seto stood up again with a sigh. "I'll go say goodnight to the kids first."

Tristan followed him out to the foyer, stopping him to give him a brief hug before going outside to sit on the front steps. He took out his cigarettes and lit one.

/Gods, it's quiet here. Maybe Joey and I should look at that house down the road. It would be nice to live in this neighborhood. No dogs barking or sirens in the middle of the night. Lexi would love to be closer to Justin. And it's closer to work too./

Hearing the door open, he turned around. "Hey, Yugi. That didn't take long."

Yugi shrugged, sitting next to him. "What's going on?"

"Nothing much. Just enjoying the quiet."

Yugi eyed the cigarette in Tristan's hand. "And you needed a fix, huh?"

"Don't start."

"I thought you were going to quit."

"I'm trying." Tristan retorted. "It's the first one I've had all day. Get off my case, would ya?"

"Don't be such a bitch, Tristan." Yugi grinned.

"Don't be such an ass, Yugi." Tristan smiled back.

Yugi laughed and leaned against the brunet. "Joey's upstairs talking to Justin about narrow-mindedness and Bakura's reading Lexi a story. When you're done, come in and kiss them goodnight."

"I will."

Yugi stood and headed for the door, stopping and turning back around when he reached the top of the steps. "Tris…you should go spend some time with Seto. He misses you."

"What?"

"Just go talk to him after you say goodnight to the kids, okay?"

/What did he mean by that?/ Tristan frowned as the other man went back inside.

Tristan closed his eyes and reached out to his friend. /Seto?/

No reply.

He had been noticing their bond seemed to be weakening over the last few months. He could only feel and hear Seto when they were in the same room. He didn't think it was him. Over the last week or so, he'd been getting feelings of sadness and self-consciousness from Seto. And he thought it probably had something to do with the fact they hadn't been spending a lot of time together outside of work lately.

He tried to remember when the last time they had had a private moment together was and was shocked when he couldn't.

He put out his cigarette and stood. It wasn't until he really thought about it that he realized the special closeness he and Seto had always shared was waning.

And he didn't like it one bit.

~*~*~*~*~

Tristan opened the door to Seto's room quietly, not wanting to wake his friend if he was asleep.

He wasn't. He was lying on the huge bed, dressed in a pair of red silk sleep pants, looking a little bleary eyed.

"Hey, pal." Tristan crossed the room and sat on the bed. "How's your head?"

"Better." Seto moved to lay his head on Tristan's leg. "Still hurts though."

"Anything I can do for you?"

Seto looked up at Tristan. "To quote Yugi…'I could use a cuddle'."

"Really?" Tristan smirked. "Seto Kaiba, all powerful CEO, richest man in the country, feared by all, needs a cuddle?"

"Yes, he does."

Tristan shook his head with a smile and lay down. He put his arms around Seto as the taller man pressed close. Seto laid his head on Tristan's chest with a sigh, draping an arm over his waist.

Tristan stroked his fingers through Seto's hair. "Better?"

"Yeah." Seto nodded. "It's been a while."

"It has."

They lay there quietly, just enjoying being together, for some time when the door opened and Yami and Yugi walked in.

Yugi perched on the bed on Tristan's other side and leaned over to kiss Seto. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better now." Seto tightened his grip on Tristan.

"Joey's gone to bed, Tristan." Yami said. "Why don't you stay with Seto tonight?"

"Do you mind?" Tristan asked, not really wanting to leave.

"Yugi and I were planning on staying up for a bit longer. We can sleep in another room tonight."

"Yeah." Yugi smiled. "You guys need some time alone together."

Seto met Yugi's eyes and smiled, seeing complete understanding there. "Thank you, baby."

Yugi kissed him again and stood, going with Yami into the bathroom and shutting the door. The two men emerged a few minutes later, dressed in their robes. Bidding Seto and Tristan goodnight, they left the room.

Seto lifted his head and looked at Tristan. "Thanks, Tris. I just really need to be near you tonight."

"I know." Tristan brushed Seto's hair out of his eyes, his hand moving down the other's face to cup his chin.

"I've missed you." Seto moved up, looking down into hazel eyes. "I can't remember the last time we were alone together."

Tristan frowned as a wave of sadness came from the other brunet. "Seto…what's wrong?"

"I can't remember the last time you kissed me."

"This morning."

"No," Seto shook his head. "I mean really kissed me."

Tristan thought about it. He couldn't remember either. "Seto, I'm sorry. It's not like I'm avoiding you or anything. You know that, right?"

Seto nodded.

Tristan brought his hands up, tangling them in Seto's hair, and drew him down. Their lips met gently at first, until Tristan deepened it. Their tongues tangled and Seto whimpered softly.

Tristan pulled back, looking at him questioningly. Seto shook his head and buried his face in Tristan's neck.

"Please tell me what's wrong?" Tristan asked, unable to get anything but a dim feeling of need.

"I can't…I can't feel you any more, Tristan." Seto's voice was muffled. "I can hear you, but I can't feel what you're feeling. I don't like it. I had gotten so used to it…it was a part of me. But now…can you still feel me, Tris?"

"Yes." Tristan rubbed Seto's back. "I can. Seto…it's been hurting you to reach me, hasn't it?"

"Yeah." Seto laid his head back on Tristan's chest. "For a while there, it didn't hurt at all. Now every time I try to make you hear me, I get a headache."

/I need to spend more time with him. That's got to be the problem. Master Kiotou said we needed the intimate contact to strengthen our bond. How can we do that when we haven't had a moment together in months?/

"Seto, we need to take some time to be together. That's got to be the problem."

"You're right." Seto looked up. "We should talk to Yami and Yugi and Joey about it."

"Tell you what…let me go say goodnight to Joey and then I'll come back and we can talk, okay?"

Seto nodded, moving from Tristan's arms. "I'd like that."

"I won't be long." Tristan stood, leaning down to kiss Seto's forehead before leaving the room.

~*~*~*~*~

Yugi pushed Yami's robe from his body and stepped back, admiring the way the firelight danced across his other's tanned skin.

He untied his own robe, letting it fall, and took Yami into his arms.

Yami sighed, wrapping his arms around Yugi's waist. [[Aibou…my little light…]]

//Not so little any more.// Yugi kissed Yami's temple. //I remember when I couldn't do that without you having to bend down.//

[[I remember as well.]]

Yugi took Yami's face in his hands and leaned in, kissing him deeply. //It's been a while since we've done this. Too bad Seto's got a headache.//

Yami's only response was to moan deeply as Yugi's tongue brushed his. Yugi pulled back, smiling, and dropped to his knees.

//Let me make love to you tonight, Yami.// Yugi kissed his dark's stomach. //Feel's like it's been forever since it was just the two of us.//

Yami smiled down into his husband's jewel-like, tangling his fingers in the soft, spiky locks. [[I would like that very much, Aibou.]]

Grasping Yami's wrists, Yugi pulled him down so they were kneeling in front of each others. Yugi's fingers ghosted over the other man's body, drawing a ragged gasp from between parted lips. Yugi took Yami into his arms again and claimed those lips, laying him back on the rug in front of the roaring fireplace.

The kiss broke and Yugi looked down into ruby depths shining with love and desire. //Yami…you're so beautiful.//

[[As are you.]] Yami's fingertips traced the contours of his hikari's face. [[I've always thought so.]]

Yugi laid his head on Yami's chest, for a moment just enjoying the feeling of his lover's body beneath his and the warmth of the fire that matched the heat rising in his veins.

He finally lifted his head and kissed Yami's shoulder, slowly moving down the lithe body, covering it with kisses. He reached for his discarded robe, removing the small tube of lubricant he had brought with him. He pressed a gentle kissed to Yami's hip as he opened it and squeezed the substance onto his fingers.

Yami cried out softly as he felt Yugi's mouth engulf his arousal. [[Aibou…oh, Ra…yes.]]

Yugi moaned, slipping a finger into his other's tight passage. //Yami…I want you…so much.// He slid another finger in, thrusting both digits deep.

[[My love, please…]] Yami hissed as Yugi hit that one spot that sent heat flashing through him. [[No more…take me.]]

With a small whimper, Yugi released Yami, removing his fingers and using more of the lubricant to coat his throbbing erection. He pulled Yami's legs over his shoulders and pushed slowly into him, groaning at the tight heat enveloping him.

This time, Yami's cry of pleasure echoed through the room. His fingers dug into Yugi's shoulders as he thrust up to meet him, desperate pleases crashing through their link.

A bolt of raw lust tore through Yugi's body and he pulled back, only to slam forward again, burying himself deep inside his husband.

Yami could feel himself rapidly losing control…something that rarely happened. He reached up and grasped Yugi by the hair, pulling him down and crashing their lips together with a growl.

[[Harder! Aibou…harder!!]]

//Yami…// Yugi was surprised by the demand, by the ferocity of the kiss.

[[NOW!!]]

Yugi complied, moaning as he felt Yami's desperate hunger flood the link. He could feel his release quickly approaching…feel Yami's bearing down on him…and he pulled from Yami's lips just long enough to take a quick, gasping breath before kissing him again. He thrust his tongue into Yami's mouth even as he savagely pounded into the hot body below him.

Every muscle in his body locked as his orgasm hit him and Yami convulsed beneath him with a deep moan.

Yugi collapsed on Yami's sweat slick chest, shuddering. //Yami…gods. That was…//

[[Wonderful.]]

Yugi smiled as he felt his other's long fingers comb through his hair. //I love you.//

[[I love you too, my light.]]

They lay together, sated and content; completely unaware they had had an audience the entire time.

~*~*~*~*~

Mokuba knew what he was doing wasn't right, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.

His breathing quickened as he stood in the shadows just outside the door, watching Yami and Yugi making love.

He moaned softly, feeling himself becoming aroused as he looked on. It was wrong to be standing here, invading their privacy. It was wrong. He knew it was.

His eyes slid closed, listening to the soft moans and deep, ragged breaths. He braced himself with one hand against the wall as the other caressed his bare chest, moving down slowly, it's goal the growing bulge in his pajama pants.

Grey eyes flew open as an arm went around his waist and he was lifted from his feet even as a hand clamped over his mouth.

He had a brief moment of panic until the subtle, citrus scent of Tristan's cologne reached his nostrils. He went limp with relief.

It didn't last long though. He was set down at the bottom of the stairs and turn to see Tristan, almost shaking with suppressed anger.

"Upstairs. Now."

Mokuba ran up the stairs and into his room. He perched nervously on the edge of his bed, knowing he was about to get the lecture of his life.

Tristan entered the room, closing the door with careful deliberation behind him. He crossed the room and stood in front of Mokuba, arms crossed over his chest, looking down at the obviously frightened teen.

"What the HELL were you doing down there?!" Tristan asked.

"Tristan, I didn't mean…"

"That was wrong on SO many levels, Mokuba." Tristan was having a very hard time controlling his temper and he carefully blocked himself from Seto. "You're lucky I was the one that found you. If your brother had caught you doing that…it scares me to think what would have happened."

"You're not going to tell him, are you?" Mokuba whispered, his eyes wide and scared.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't."

"I didn't follow them down there. Honest." Mokuba said. "I went to get a drink and I heard noises."

"Right." Tristan's voice was heavy with sarcasm.

"I'm telling the truth!" Mokuba cried. "I wouldn't lie to you, Tristan!"

Tristan's stance softened as Mokuba buried his face in his hands with a small sob. He sat down next to the boy, nudging him in the ribs.

"Alright, colt." He said. "Talk."

Mokuba looked up with tear filled eyes. "I really didn't mean to."

"Okay, I believe you." Tristan relented. "But why did you stay once you realized what was going on?"

"I wanted to leave." Mokuba looked down at where his hands were clasped in his lap. "But I…it…"

/Oh, shit./ Tristan winced internally. /Please don't let this be what I think it is. Gods…it would explain his behavior lately./

"You were turned on by it." Tristan stated bluntly.

Mokuba nodded, avoiding Tristan's eyes.

"Answer me this." Tristan put his arm around the boy's shoulders. "Is it because it was Yami and Yugi?"

Mokuba's head snapped up, shock written all over his face, giving Tristan his answer before he even spoke. "Gods, Tristan! No!"

Tristan heaved a mental sigh of relief. He had to be sure. If Mokuba was attracted to his brother's husbands, there'd be no way he'd be able to handle this conversation.

"I didn't know you were attracted to men." Tristan said quietly.

Mokuba shrugged, looking back down at his hands.

"What about Becky?" The brunet asked. "You've been seeing her for a while. I thought you cared about her."

"I do. Well, I think I do." Mokuba replied. "It's just…I'm confused. I don't know what I want anymore."

"What brought this on?" Tristan asked, knowing Mokuba was holding something back.

The raven haired teen shrugged again.

"Hey, come on, kiddo." Tristan tipped the boy' face up, looking him in the eye. "You've always been able to talk to me."

Mokuba hesitated, biting his lip. He did want to talk to someone. He couldn't talk to Seto. He swore his brother thought he was still thirteen. Tristan had always been there for him when he needed someone older to talk to. He never judged him…always listened and treated him like an equal.

"Is there someone you're attracted to?" Tristan prompted. "A guy?"

"Well…there's Otogi."

"Yeah, Otogi's a good looking man." Tristan grinned. "A little old for you though."

"I know. I don't want to…you know…BE with him." Mokuba replied, feeling more comfortable now. "He's like…well…that would be like wanting to be with you or Joey. He too much like a brother to me."

"There is someone though, isn't there?"

"Roger." Mokuba flushed.

Tristan raised an eyebrow. Roger was almost like part of the family, he had been Mokuba's best friend for so long. He had no idea Mokuba saw him that way.

"I've been…umm…fantasizing about him lately." Mokuba said. "Ever since he told me he was gay."

"There's nothing wrong with that." Tristan replied. "Even straight people fantasize about someone of the same sex at some point in their lives."

"I know that. But…when I was over to his house today…something happened."

"What?"

"He kissed me." The color in the teen's cheeks intensified. "And…and…I let him…"

Tristan turned Mokuba toward him as the boy trailed off. "Mokuba, answer me honestly. Did you sleep together?"

"No." Mokuba lowered his eyes. "We just…we just touched each other."

"Do you want to sleep with him?" Tristan asked seriously.

Mokuba chewed his lip for a minute before answering. "I don't know."

Tristan hesitated. He was pretty sure Mokuba was still a virgin, almost positive, in fact. And if he had to hazard a guess about Roger, he's say he had had his share of lovers before this.

"Promise me one thing." Tristan said. "If you do, protect yourself."

"I promise." Mokuba nodded. "Yugi already talked to me about it when things started getting serious with Becky."

"Don't rush into this, kiddo. You're only eighteen. You have plenty of time."

Mokuba rolled his eyes. "Were YOU a virgin at eighteen? And don't say yes, `cause I know you weren't."

"No, I wasn't." Tristan replied honestly. "But I wish I had waited instead of giving into my hormones."

"Was Seto your first?" Mokuba asked, curious.

"No."

"Were you his first?"

"That's none of your business, colt." Tristan said sternly.

"Sorry." The boy mumbled.

"It's okay." Tristan put his other arm around his best friend's little brother. "Just make sure whoever's your first…guy or girl…you feel SOMETHING for the,"

"I will." Mokuba returned the hug. "Thanks, Tris."

"You're welcome, little buddy." Tristan pulled away and ruffled the dark hair. "Go back to bed. It's late."

"Are you going to tell Seto?" Mokuba climbed into bed as Tristan stood.

"No. I won't." Tristan bent down and kissed Mokuba's forehead. "But come to me, or Joey, the next time, okay?"

"I will." Mokuba replied, pulling the covers up to his chin.

"Goodnight, kiddo." Tristan said as he closed the door softly behind him.

~*~*~*~*~

It was nearing lunchtime and they were just getting ready to go home when Tristan's cell phone rang.

The caller ID showed it was Charlie, their next door neighbor.

Tristan was quick to answer. Charlie only called when something was wrong. "Hello?"

"Tristan, you guys need to come home."

Tristan raised an eyebrow at the urgent tone in the man's voice. He sounded close to panic. "What's wrong?"

"Someone broke into your house."

"What?!" Tristan grabbed Joey's arm as the blond passed him.

"Tommy was cutting through your yard and saw the kitchen door open. He went in and found the place trashed."

"Did you call the cops?"

"No. I wanted to call you first."

"We'll be there as quick as we can. Thanks, Charlie."

"What's wrong?" Joey asked as Tristan hung up.

"Someone broke into the house."

"When?" Seto asked, looking up from his paper.

"I don't know." Tristan shook his head. "We have to get home."

"Ryou and I will stay with the kids." Yugi spoke up. "The rest of you go."

Tristan grabbed Joey's hand and bolted for the door.

~*~*~*~*~

Charlie was waiting for them when they pulled into the driveway.

"I couldn't get the front door open." He said. "We'll have to go around the back."

"Sweet Isis." Yami whispered once they were inside the kitchen. "What a disaster."

Joey shook his head, picking his way through the mess on the floor. Making it over to the sink, he found the remains of the large glass jar that had held Tristan's medication. The cupboard above was open and their entire supply of herbal remedies was scattered across the countertop. Nothing was salvageable.

"Let's check out the rest of the house." Seto said, closing the refrigerator door and stepping around the puddle of what used to be it's contents.

The living room was worse. Not a piece of furniture was intact.

"Son of a bitch!" Tristan growled.

Someone had dumped red paint all over the piano.

Seto bent down and tried to right the shattered bench. It fell apart in his hands.

Bakura went with Charlie to see why the front door wouldn't open while Seto and Yami began picking up the sheet music from the floor. Most of it was ruined; either torn or covered in paint.

A small whimper echoed in the room and Tristan spun around to see Joey standing by the window. His eyes were wide and blank and at his feet were the pieces of what was once Seto's guitar.

"Joey?" Tristan crossed the room, reaching out to his husband.

Joey shuddered as Tristan's fingers closed over his arm. "Don't. Please, Dad…"

"Joey, look at me." Tristan rasped Joey by the shoulders.

Joey struggled feebly. "Please, Keith…let me go. I want to go home. Tristan…I want to go home."

"Joey, baby, it's okay." Tristan said calmly. "It's not real."

"Please," Joey began to cry. "Please…Tristan…"

"I'm here."

"Tris? Is he okay?" Seto asked.

"He's having a flashback." Tristan replied, not taking his eyes off the blond.

Yami met Bakura's worried eyes as he and Charlie came back into the room. Bakura took a step toward Tristan and Joey and Yami shook his head, warning him off.

"Tristan," Joey whimpered. "Please…come find me."

"I'm right here, love." Tristan said. "Come back, Joey. You can do it. I'm right here."

"Tris?" Joey's eyes began to focus on the brunet's face.

"That's it." Tristan encouraged him. "That's my boy. Come on."

"Oh, gods!" The tears flowed down Joey's face as he threw himself against Tristan's chest.

"Shh," Tristan held Joey close, stroking his hair. "It's over. I'm here. Shh…it's okay, baby."

Seto cut a glance at Charlie and Bakura, seeing the concern on the face of Tristan's neighbor. He knew that Charlie and his wife, Elaine, knew about Joey's flashbacks and what caused them.

He crossed over to them as Yami left his side, going over to Joey and joining Tristan in his efforts to calm him down.

"Is he going to be okay?" Charlie asked quietly.

Seto nodded. "He'll be fine."

Bakura didn't offer any comment. He was standing next to Charlie, his hands stuffed in his pockets, shifting from one foot to the other. A soft growl escaped him.

"Bakura, he'll be fine." Seto reassured him.

"It's not that." Bakura whispered, not wanting Joey to hear. "I smell blood."

Seto's eyes widened. "Blood?"

"Animal blood." Bakura's gaze flickered to the staircase. "Upstairs."

"Tristan," Seto claimed his friend's attention. "WE have to go upstairs."

"Go." Yami gathered Joey into his arms. "I'll stay with him."

"Joey?" Tristan brushed Joey's hair from his eyes.

"I'm okay." Joey said. "Just give me a few minutes."

"Okay, love." Tristan leaned down and kissed the blond's tear streaked cheek. "Stay down here, okay?"

Joey nodded, smiling weakly. Tristan reluctantly left his husband in Yami's care and followed the others upstairs. He went into Lexi's room while the others went to check the other two bedrooms.

Entering his daughter's room, Tristan stared in horror. It looked like a tornado hit it.

The closet doors were open, the clothing hanging in tatters. The wooden rocking horse Bakura and Ryou had bought her was smashed, the pieces strew around the room. All the stuffed animals were shredded and piled on the ruined bed. The bookcase had been turned over and the books torn apart, lying in a heap in the middle of the room, covered in paint.

Tristan fought back tears of anger. What was he going to tell Lexi?

"Tristan! Get in here!" Seto's voice held a note of fear.

Tristan ran out into the hallway to see Charlie leaning against the wall, looking sick. Bakura was standing just outside the door to his and Joey's bedroom, a low, rumbling growl coming from him.

He pushed past the white haired man and bolted into the room. He skidded to a halt, fighting not to throw up.

The room was untouched. Except for the bed.

It was covered in stinking, half congealed blood.

Looking at the wall above the bed, rage consumed him; so raw that Seto staggered, holding his head.

There were two words written there in the same rotting substance that covered the bed.

`DIE FAGGOTS'

~*~*~*~*~