Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Final Distance ❯ Blue Curacao ( Chapter 13 )

Sorry this chapter was so late…I have been bitten by the inspiration bug for drawing and was drawing for the past weeks…sorry. This chapter has non consensual sex…and what that means in layman's terms is: "rape." So if you can't stand n/c yaoi lemons, then please don't read. There's also cursing in this chapter, btw.

Also, since there are so many flashbacks in this chapter and FF.net does not allow italics, I've put the flashbacks in between // marks for your convenience. Once again, thank you all for your generous reviews (though I have been getting fewer recently).

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the YuGiOh characters or the Persona characters…whether it'd be the ones that's been here since chapter one or the ones that are just starting to pop up like mushrooms. The only things I can probably lay claim to are their acts of insanity, lust, and…basic seven deadly sins. Yeah.

Chapter 13-Blue Curacao

//"Why didn't you wake up sooner?"

"I…didn't want to wake from the dream…"//

Yami sat at the edge of his bed, his wine-colored eyes staring into Yuugi's violet ones, both of them determined to be the first one to stare the other down.

"Sometimes I really hate you, you know," Yami muttered, sighing. He had lost the staring contest when Yuugi suddenly pulled puppy eyes on him, something that he could never win against even when he was the King of Games. He ran a hand through his spiky and surprisingly not stiff hair, heaving yet another sigh.

"You know that I'm right though," Yuugi retorted, crossing his arms in front of his chest at the half-transparent spirit sitting on the edge of his bed. Yami had fled from the Kaiba mansion the morning after the whole couch incident, scolding himself for attempting to take advantage of Seth in his state, and he stayed at Yuugi's house for a week before Yuugi physically dragged him back to the house, insisting that Seto needed him. When they got to the front door, Yuugi just nonchalantly hid back into his soul room like that day he hooked Anzu up on that atrocious date, leaving him stranded alone with the body in his control. Apparently he had ringed the doorbell to the Kaiba mansion with his body before he locked the door of his soul room, for a few minutes later Maki came and opened the door. Just as the large wooden door swung open, the psychotherapist took a glance at Yami and narrowed her eyes. The ancient spirit threw his hands up in exasperation and then put them on his hips. "I'm sorry for running off, but I'm sure you guys fared well enough without me, right?" he asked, trying to make the awkward conversation light. The façade that Maki wore, however, told him otherwise. Her orange-brown eyes almost burned with irrepressible anger, the wrath inside her soul just swarming behind those fire-colored irises. Yami gulped audibly and grunted as she grabbed his arm with that same amazing strength she used to carry Kaiba around and dragged him inside the house.

"Good," she said, the anger suddenly turning into relief. "Maybe now he'll eat." Before Yami can ask her what she was talking about, she spun him around on his heels and began to herd him upstairs. It would seem that it took her only a week to figure out where everything in the house was, since it took her only five minutes to find Kaiba's room. On the way there, Yami tried to figure out what she meant by saying "maybe now he'll eat," but when he went into the room the situation became clear.

Pallid. Pale. Ashen. How many other ways can Yami abuse the thesaurus when he saw Kaiba on the bed, his head nearly dripping blood at the sight before his eyes. Seto's head was settled onto a small, comfortable hill of soft pillows, his soft brown hair cascading around his head in a russet halo. His face was turned slightly to the side, his breathing causing a small wisp of his hair to be carried with each soft exhale. His thick long eyelashes touched his high cheeks, fluttering ever so often in the state of REM that he was in. But what made Yami's heart as well as stomach truly wretch was the thin plastic tube that intruded into Seto's skin and flesh through a fine needle. The tube connected to a plastic bag that hung over Seto's head on a metal pole, the tube feeding nutrients into the thin, ailing body. The pale wrist that served as the receiver of the fluids rested over Kaiba's raising and falling chest, over the layer of blankets that had been placed over him.

"I thought his condition was only psychological," Yami whispered, tearing his eyes from Kaiba's form to place an accusing look at Maki, who returned it to him with full force. "It is still a bit physical because of the root of the problem," Maki explained. "Also, he was fine until you ran off…and then he started to regurgitate everything he ate. Eventually we took him off of solid food because it was hurting his stomach as well as esophagus to risk him doing this over and over again. We've asked Naoya to bring us these IVs since I think that you wouldn't want him to be sent to the hospital where everyone can find out about his condition."

"Are you sure there's nothing weird in there?" Yami asked, suspicious of what may come from that Toudo Naoya character. Maki shot him a "are you joking" look and sighed, going to check Seto's pulse and the flow rate of the IV tube. She then turned around to face Yami. "I need you to talk to him when he wakes up today…see if he'll eat then," she requested.

And thus this is why Yami and Yuugi were now sitting in the room they were assigned to in the Kaiba mansion, trying to stare each other down. Yami wanted to help, very much so, but he was also afraid of his memories going haywire if he were to be faced with Seto. It would also seem that it had to be Yami that went, not Yuugi. When Yami was about to leave the young CEO's room the sleeping form had stirred and murmured something that sounded like a protest. Never before did…that body…show such familiarity to Yuugi, whether it was Seto or Seth residing in there and taking control. Yami looked up at Yuugi and found, to his dismay that the boy was still looking down at him.

"It's been three hours since we've been sitting here," Yuugi complained. "It's almost dinnertime, maybe you should go to him." Yami tilted his head defiantly to the side, avoiding Yuugi's gaze and the other boy visibly fumed, going to Yami and pulling at one gold bang. "Go!" he shouted over Yami's yelping, the both of them very out of character. "Go and see if he wants to eat! I won't let go of your bangs until you do!" So here Yami was, the great King of Games, being threatened by his own light to go and tell someone to eat something, his hair being held hostage. He growled and put his hands up, surrendering, and stood up. With a huff, he stalked to Kaiba's room, hoping that the young businessman was still asleep so that he wouldn't have to wake the man up, or worse yet, stare at his vulnerable sleeping form again.

For better or for worse, by some grace or cruel joke of a god, Kaiba was sitting up at his bed when Yami opened the door to the large bedroom. The curtains were drawn on the large French doors that led to the balcony outside as well as over the windows, and a small bedside lamp was lit next to Kaiba. The soft yellow-orange light created an illusion over Kaiba's skin, making it look as though it were warmed up. The light, however, also cast a shadow over some of the gauntness that was starting to show on Kaiba's face. Those once-healthy features now look ghostly, places where full flesh had once been had been sliced away cruelly by fatigue and wear, just a bit sunken in. He didn't look like death, but malnourished. Yellow-orange rays danced in those half-lidded blue eyes as they skimmed across the printed lines of a worn magazine that has apparently been read over and over again since he can't remember the last page he read after he turned it. Yami made a small noise in the back of his throat to get the ailing boy's attention and Seto picked his head up, narrowing his eyes at the sight of Yami.

"Who are you?" he asked, putting the magazine away and reaching for something in his bedside drawer cautiously. Yami didn't think that he would want to find out exactly what it was and put his hands up. "I'm a friend of Mokuba's," Yami answered. Every time Kaiba regarded him with those eyes of a stranger or asked him who he was, it felt like a stab to his chest, and now was no different. "He's out with Maki, and he wanted me to check if you were hungry," Yami continued. It was true, Maki and Mokuba were at the Kaiba corporation office, trying to figure out some things with an offer for a merger and some other complicated contracts that needed the files stored at Seto's elaborate office. They probably will be out all night, considering what kind of person Mokuba was and what kind of person Maki was. One phrase to describe would be: nocturnal creatures. He was surprised that Maki didn't look like she was a panda yet from all the times he would catch her working well into the early morning hours with Mokuba.

The thinning hand drew out from the drawer empty, closing it and then its owner regarded Yami for another second before a loud growling of a stomach sounded through the room. Faint color came over Seto's pale cheeks and he opened the second drawer on the bedside dresser, pulling out a wallet for Yami. "Here," he said, "There's nothing in the kitchen…so just go to the nearest convenience store and get something to eat." Amused smile suppressed, Yami edged over to Seto and pulled the thick wallet from the weak hands, noting at how little effort he had to give to get the wallet from Seto-it was practically falling from the frail hand. "What would you like?" Yami asked, stuffing the wallet into the deck pouch on one of his two belts. Seto considered for a brief moment and answered with a simple: "Anything that's not chock full of preservatives." The request itself was a bit impossible, but Yami was sure he can think up of something and nodded, walking out of the room and out of the house.

The walk to the convenience store was uneventful, to say the least. Yuugi was doing something inside his soul room, probably playing with the many games and toys scattered in there, and the chilly autumn air turned off the prospect of coming out for a lot of the people in the neighborhood. Yami sighed and pulled his thin autumn jacket around him as he stopped momentarily in front of the automatic door at the 7-11 entrance, waiting for the door to whoosh open before he stepped in. He figured that considering the condition Seto was in, the man was probably not in the physical state to eat something as heavy as ramen, and there were too many "preservatives" in there. He wondered about why in the world the people of this era would put those things in their food since he had once overheard Yuugi's mother telling Yuugi that if he ate too much cup ramen he would become a mummy from all the preservatives. Shuddering, Yami skipped the instant ramen aisle and to the freezer section where all the microwave food and rice balls were. His eyes skimmed the shelves and figured that it would probably do Seto some good if he drank something with a bit of bacteria in there, having been informed by Maki that he was on some antibiotics for a small cold he had caught a few weeks ago. But as he looked for the Calpis, he noticed that they were all gone, right down to the small pouches and the mix to make your own. The ancient spirit cursed and slammed the freezer doors closed and pulled a few bento boxes from an adjacent shelf. Suddenly, a bottle of Calpis Water drifted under his nose, someone was handing one to him. Turning around, Yami stared at the man who had handed it to him. He found himself staring into a pair of gold eyes, at a young man with spiky blue-black hair dressed in a coat that was slightly too heavy for the early autumn as well as yarn-knitted brown gloves.

"Toudo?!" he whispered hoarsely. The hospital was the exact opposite direction to this convenience store! What was he doing here? The young man cocked his head at the quiet exclamation and then smiled. "Oh," he said, "You must be thinking of Naoya. But I'm not him." Upon hearing that, Yami narrowed his eyes at the man, taking a better look. The near-carbon copy of Toudo Naoya was indeed a bit different now that he's had a better look. This version had longer bangs that nearly covered his eyes completely, and those eyes were slightly different as well. Even though they were gold, at certain angles they looked almost a metallic blue-gray, much like a strange glass orb that reflected colors in many different ways. And, at closer inspection, this one had no piercings on his ears, and his smile wasn't as hollow as Naoya's, but was unnerving in its own method since the two of them looked so much alike. His voice was also slightly deeper, like thick velvet to Naoya's silk. Yami struggled to comprehend this doppelganger, stepping back as the man continued to offer him the last bottle of Calpis Water.

"I'm Kazuya," the man informed Yami, "I am Naoya's twin brother…I'm wondering if you may tell me where the hospital he works at is since you seem to know him. I've been away from the country for a few years and I would like to see him." Dazed at the sudden appearance of a twin that Naoya never mentioned, Yami took the Calpis bottle and then used it to point in the general direction of the hospital. Seeing the direction that Yami was pointing at, a troubled expression came over Kazuya's face and he frowned. "Ah, man," he muttered, pulling out a map from his pocket, "It's the opposite direction! This map is upside down…" He sighed and pressed the map back into his pocket, smiling gratefully at Yami before brushing past the former Pharaoh. "I suggest you hurry up and do something," he whispered as he stepped away from the frozen food aisle, "Or else, by the time the petals of blood are dancing in the wind, you won't be able to save his `ka…'" One gloved hand patted Yami's thin shoulder and lifted, almost covering Yami's face before it drifted away. Crimson eyes widened at the words and he whirled around on his heels just in time to see Kazuya wave and walk out of the convenience store, leaving Yami alone to his thoughts.

"What did he mean by that..?"

//A flash of silver gleamed under the high-noon sun and then a shimmer of gold followed it, mixed with specks of red like petals flying in the wind. Standing across from him was Seth, expression unreadable as the red petals fell onto the white cloak the brunet wore. Pain shot through Yami's body as he stumbled towards Seth, a sickening and alien coldness slipping out of him as he did so, his fingers clutching at Seth's cloak. He struggled to speak as something thick gagged his lips, pressing his tongue down in his mouth and gluing it there.

"Traitor…"//

"Hey Yuugi!" Yami heard a voice call out and he found himself back in the middle of the frozen food aisle of the 7-11. Turning around, Yami saw Jounouchi walk up to him, smiling and waving. "Oh, it's Yami," Jounouchi said, noting the taller stature of the Egyptian. "How are you doing? We haven't seen you around in along time." Yami smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "Been a bit busy with certain things."

//A blond youth ran into the palace and bowed in front of the throne, not genuflecting due to his on-the-run job. His words were almost incoherent, obstructed by the huffing pants that found their way out of his lips. "Your Highness, I have terrible news from the peasant's regions!" the captain of the royal guards shouted as soon as he caught his breath. "I've just witnessed something that would confirm the horrible rumors recently…the High Priest…Seth…he has indeed been abusing his powers as High Priest to hunt the ka of the innocent." Honey-brown eyes squeezed shut at the obvious and nearly radiating anger of the Pharaoh and Yami stood up, his eyes narrowed dangerously at the news. "Bring me Seth!" he boomed.//

A hand shaking Yami's shoulder brought him out of his second stupor of the day and Yami's eyes flew to the face of his former captain of the royal guards. "S-sorry, Jono…Jounouchi," Yami faltered, "I guess I'm a bit dazed. I'll see you around." With that, he went and paid for dinner, leaving a confused Jounouchi scratching his head by the freezers.

"I need a drink," Yami muttered to himself as he exited the 7-11. When he returned home, he immediately went to Kaiba's room, ignoring the strange glance he got from the CEO as he dropped the food unceremoniously on Seto's lap before he turned around and left as quickly as he went in. Seto looked at Yami, confused, but then opened the bento box and ate slowly, the taste of the non-gourmet food stale on his tongue. While he ate, Yami stalked towards the library of the large mansion, remembering that there was a wet bar there that Kaiba kept, probably left behind by the youth's adoptive father. Upon finding it, Yami pulled the glass cabinets open and searched around for something that would hopefully placate the horrible flashes of memory that just seemed to bubble from his mind at an alarming rate. His eyes caught a tall bottle of blue liquid, the color of Seto's eyes. Pulling that from the shelf, Yami apologized silently to Yuugi for a would-be ruining session of Yuugi's liver and screwed open the cap. With a light tilt of the bottle, Yami downed a sip of the contents, hunching his back quickly after one swig, nearly choking. The wine was thick and tasted of citrus despite its blue shade, and there was a heavy spiciness that showed the potency of alcohol. Yami turned the bottle in his hand and studied the bottle: "Blue Curacao." He made a scoff, even the bottle was mocking him in its essence, reminding him of the man upstairs who just continued to inject poisonous hatred and love into his mind.

//"Don't touch me, Pharaoh," the voice whispered in the darkness. Those blue eyes seemed to melt into the night with its icy blueness, and Yami could only look into them…into the deep pools of cerulean that was so close and yet so far.//

A deep growl escaped Yami's throat and he grabbed a glass and poured the blue spiciness into it, taking another drink of the thick alcohol. Carrying the bottle and the glass with him, he walked up the staircase and opened the door to Seto's room. Soft breathing could be heard through the room, indicating slumber on the part of the brunet. That slumber, however, was broken when Yami shut the door behind him, the lock clicking in place. The figure on the bed sat up and cloudy blue eyes looked towards the direction of the sound and focused on Yami. "Yami?" whispered the voice. Walking over, Yami made a sound of affirmation and sat down on the edge of the bed. Blue eyes blinked at the smell of alcohol in Yami's breath and he backed away. Yami, however, grabbed the collar of the youth in front of him with one hand, and, with his other, emptied the rest of the glass into his own mouth before pressing his lips against Seto's. A moan of protest escaped those soft, vulnerable lips and Yami took the chance to empty the blue alcohol into the sweet mouth, sending a thick trail of blue down the pale chin. He then set the glass down on the bedside table and pressed the taller of the two onto the bed, lips still locked. It was only when his prey made a small gagging noise beneath him that Yami pulled back, half-lidded vermillion eyes glaring down at confused blue ones.

"Pharaoh?" panted the one beneath Yami, indicating that he was Seth.

"So you're Seth," Yami whispered hotly, leaning down to claim those lips again before he was shoved away by Seth's weak hands. He only moved back due to the fact that he had not expected Seth to fight back, but now that he thought about it, it was in the former High Priest's nature to fight. No matter.

"What are you doing?" Seth murmured, hands on Yami's shoulders, keeping a distance between their faces. "Why are you-" Whatever he was going to say was cut off by another fierce kiss, then a tongue trailed down his chin, lapping up the spilt wine on his skin. A gasp escaped the kiss-bruised lips when he felt Yami's hands tear at his shirt, sending buttons flying. Only then did the thought of what might happen register inside Seth's mind and he began to shove violently at Yami, as weak as he was. His struggling earned him a backhand across his cheek, sending his head rocking against the pillows, the blow not as painful thanks to their cushioning effect. Before he could give another protest, Yami pressed the mouth of the Blue Curacao bottle to Seth's, draining the liquid into the mouth. Seth nearly choked from the liquid, and Yami pulled the bottle away only to replace its place on Seth's mouth with his invading lips. His fingers messaged at Seth's throat, coaxing the man beneath him to swallow the liquid. Seth had to comply, and the alcohol hit him immediately, him never having been a good drinker.

//"Come, let's all drink to celebrate the return of Seth!" the Pharaoh announced, raising his golden goblet. Seth raised his lightly and dipped his head in a small bow as he smiled, pretending to sip at his wine. He sniffed the wine and then made an inaudible gasp, his nose having picked up poison in the wine. Standing up, he reached for Yami's goblet and quickly downed the fine wine inside, the spiciness covering the bitterness of poison in the wine.//

A pale hand lifted to wipe at the wine that trailed down his cheek, but was grabbed in a crushing grip and pressed against the pillows. Just to be safe, the other hand was also captured and pressed next to Seth's head. Yami loomed over Seth's form, his eyes full of swirling emotions that almost made Seth gasp if not for the fact that Yami bent down and bit harshly at his collarbone, drawing a fine bit of blood. "It's all your fault," Yami whispered into the cut, letting his tongue trace down the line of blood and then to the exposed chest. "It's all your fault that Seto is like this, it's all your fault that I am seeing these things…" He knew it was unreasonable to put this blame on Seth, but at the moment, he put the blame of his unreasonable accusations on the alcohol. Shaking the guilt away, he placed his lips over a nipple, wrenching a whimper from Seth due to the tingling feeling it gave from the essence of wine and citrus. The sound delighted Yami and he suckled on the pink bit of flesh, listening to the whimpering noises that he drew from Seth.

"Don't do this, Yami!"

//"Why do you wear white, Seth? Is it to mask your impurity?"//

Seth's body felt hot from the alcohol as well as the fever he seemed to always be inflicted by when he was in control of the body, and Yami's hands felt cold against the fine skin. He had released Seth's hands, having dislocated the arms from the sockets in the shoulders so that they lied uselessly next to Seth's body, fingers twitching from time to time from the sensations that Yami was administering onto his body. The former Pharaoh had now allowed his fingers to replace his lips on each of Seth's hardened nipples, his mouth having found a new place to explore on Seth's soft navel. His skilled tongue mapped out the familiar and yet unfamiliar flesh of Seto's body, its contours matching Seth's almost completely. Impatient hands dragged down the pajama pants that Seth wore using Seto's body, exposing a member that showed the betrayal of Seth's mind. Yami smiled and looked into Seth's protesting and shamed eyes, malice gleaming in the crimson depths.

"I wonder if you still respond like you did three thousand years ago inside this body…" Yami whispered, his hands leaving Seth's chest to shove Seth's legs apart so that he could move in comfortably between them. "No!" Seth shouted, trying to sit up but only succeeded in bending his waist enough just in time to see Yami close his mouth over his member. A sobbing cry found its way from his throat and Seth fell back onto the pillows, his chest now heaving at the pleasure the hot mouth was giving him. Yes, it was just like three thousand years ago, this smug Pharaoh's skilled mouth. It rolled the tip of Seth's throbbing desire against the sweltering tongue before the same tongue trailed down Seth's length at a torturously slow pace, teeth grazing at the sensitive skin, unforgiving. Seth felt a tug at his lower abdomen, a second sign that his body was going to betray him in the harshest way. He had not wanted this, especially not when he was inside someone else's body!

//"Do you promise that you will give me the honor you gave Mahaado when I die?" a soft, trusting voice whispered in the night as a hand as soft as the voice ghosted across Yami's cheek. A smile came to the young Pharaoh's lips as he placed his hand over the delicately pale hand, nodding in a promise that he would never be able to keep.

Because, Seth…you…//

"Aaahh!" Seth screamed as he came into Yami's mouth, his hips bucking painfully, his arms unable to support himself as his body thrust forward. Yami pulled back to prevent being gagged by the member and the cum at the same time, his eyes glaring down at Seth for the split second before he saw unshed tears inside those drunken blue eyes. "Ah fuck!" he shouted without humor, spitting Seth's cum onto his hands, letting his hands become covered and then he guided his hands down to Seth's entrance, pressing one crudely lubricated finger in. A sob of pain and resistance squeezed from Seth's lips and Yami ignored it, pressing another finger in and stretching the opening, his fingers working in a scissoring motion. The lithe body beneath him writhed and squirmed uncomfortably, this body having never been taken before by anyone. Seth thrashed his head against the pillows, soft brown hair sticking to the gossamer sheet of sweat that formed on his face, mixed with wine and tears. The pain that shot up his spine was pure and raw, centered between his legs and unable to be dissipated due to the fact that he had no control over his hands to grip on something, anything, to keep his mind off of the pain. It was like being skinned without having a bit to bite on. Over his harsh gasps for oxygen, Seth heard something like sloshing of liquid and he screamed when a prickling sensation violated him as Yami's fingers continued their work inside him, adding a third finger. Soon Seth registered the prickling pain to be alcohol-Yami was using the wine as lubricant…

//"You are no longer High Priest…and your body is no longer a temple…"//

Seth began to scream, the past memories of another violation not unlike this one crashing into his mind. He struggled to gain control of his hands, of his arms, of any part on this traitor of a body to push Yami away. If this continued, then he had no idea how the other soul would take it…

Seth smelled like the night, Yami noted as he leaned down to claim those trembling lips that were murmuring incoherent words that were almost close to pleading but also laced with curses, threats. Even though the smell of sex was covering him, he still retained the smell of fresh lotus that mingled with the night air on a clear full moon summer night. He wanted Seto so much, and he had wanted Seth so much, but he knew that he had done something wrong in his past life but could not figure out what it was; his mind was too much a blur to connect the holes inside his memories with a thread that did not exist.

//Thin, quivering lips turned a slight shade of dangerous purple as paling hands gripped at Yami's rich purple robes, pulling him down towards a mouth that struggled for breath so that he may speak. Yami leaned down, his ear almost touching those lips as Seth whispered to him. "Please…keep your promise to me…" As he spoke, his breaths carried those silky golden bangs on small pants, letting them tickle at his now blackish lips.//

A small, wet sound was heard as Yami slid his fingers out of Seth and positioned himself between those milky white thighs again, quickly throwing off his own clothes. Seth paled at the feeling of flesh, and he prayed that it wasn't the inevitable as he dared to peek his eyes open, becoming aroused against his own will as he saw his sovereign's nakedness. Fear, however, was still his dominant emotion here and Seth felt his teeth chatter as his whole body shook in fear. He made a sound between a croak of protest and a sob as he felt the tip of Yami's erection against his entrance. His body made another futile attempt at escape, fidgeting for a moment before Yami thrust into him, his movement brutal and primal. The scream of pain wretched from Seth's throat rang through the room, almost loud enough to shake the windows, and just as pitiful. Fresh tears spilled from those brilliant blue eyes as Seth wiggled his waist, trying to move away from Yami. Hissing, Yami pulled out only to thrust in again with a force harsher than his first, relishing at the feverish body's heat, at how tight Seth was around him, just like how he remembered him. He felt like he was being violated by Seth's body heat, even though the idea itself was cruelly ironic.

What the hell am I doing?

"Stop it! Stop it stop it…" Seth shrieked, his words almost a mantra as he writhed. Yami growled, his mind so drunk on pleasure, annoyance, and alcohol that he ignored the screams and gripped Seth's waist with such strength that Seth was sure he would have snapped something if he were any bigger. "I should have done this," Yami whispered as he embraced Seth's thin waist, his body rocking against Seth's. "I should have done this that night, held you tightly within my arms, when you were suffering instead of what I did wrong…" His heated words washed over Seth's skin, adding heat to the already hot flesh. Yami spoke these words without even knowing exactly what he meant by them. Soon the former Pharaoh developed a rhythm as he pounded into Seth's body, his eyes squeezed shut from anguish and pleasure at the same time, his thrusts wringing cries of pain from Seth until the man's mind snapped and his voice was so cracked that nothing but moans of unwanted pleasure rolled from his mouth. At the sound of the moans, Yami angled himself, recalling that one spot that drove Seth mad when he took him inside his royal chambers three thousand years ago…

"AAAHHHHH!"

He had remembered right. The spot that he hit drove Seth over the edge and he spilled his seed over their stomachs as he threw his head back in an animalistic roar, his blue eyes seeing a burst of white light and then something that looked like the static on a television without a signal.

The room seemed to suddenly disappear and Seth felt as though he had dove into a sea, surrounded by heat of empty pleasure and coldness filling his heart. At the bottom of the ocean there was a mirror and he found himself drifting towards it. When he touched it, he found himself looking at Seto, the owner of this body that was getting violated by the man he had loved three thousand years ago. "I'm sorry," Seth whispered, knowing there was not forgiveness to be expected. His reflection's eyes narrowed and Seth pressed his hands against the glass that separated the two of them, the window to the room that Seto was locked in within the body whenever Seth took over. "Maybe it's more painful this way, but I still want to…" His purpose was obscured by a sudden rush of water that signaled a disturbance in Seth and Seto's emotions, and Seto narrowed his eyes as he strained to hear what Seth was saying, but the man continued without intent on repeating. "…but it seems that I do not have time anymore…" Seth murmured, his breath creating little clouds on the surface of the window despite the fact that he was still in the mental ocean. "I'm giving it all to you," Seth said to Seto as the boy regarded him with a slight look of shock. "My memories, my emotions…please, take it and…" Before he finished his request to Seto, Seth applied pressure on the glass and broke the barrier, letting his hands become embedded with pieces of glass as he reached across the barrier and gripped at Seto's hands, fingers intertwining. He pressed his warm forehead against Seto's and closed his eyes. "Good luck." Water rushed into Seto's room on his side of the barrier and the youth felt like he was drowning, the darkness swallowing him and he struggled to open his eyes.

Seto opened his eyes to find tears inside them and he looked up to see Yami's face, and he felt intense pain as the face jolted slightly forward, Yami's body shoving in him again. His eyes cleared and he gasped for breath, his throat feeling raw and dry as he lolled his head to look into Yami's crimson eyes.

"Yami…" he managed with his cracked voice. At the sound of the voice, Yami's gaze bore into Seto's clear blue eyes, noting that they were not glazed over as they were a moment ago. "Seto…" Yami said, his tone not a question as he felt the presence of Seth disappear, though not entirely. It seemed more like the two spirits fused together, with Seto as the dominant side. His hand touched Seto's cheek and Seto's face blurred from the obstructing tears that now filled his crimson eyes.

"Stop…" Seto moaned painfully as he felt hot tears drop onto his cheek.

"You remember me now," Yami whispered. "But how would I know that you will remember me in the morning? Remember all this? I want to imprint my image into your mind…into your memory…" He leaned down and pressed a kiss onto Seto's pale neck. Soon the only constant inside the room was the sound harsh breathing, moans, and the sound of the bed frame squeaking, shaking under the movements of the most primal instinct of human nature-lust.

//"Yami…I hate you."

Hot sun beat down on the noon-time desert, though it felt cooler next to the cliff that overlooked the ocean beneath. Yami looked at Seth as the man stood next to the red skeletal structure that he had built, a sneer across his pretty pale features. "I hate you so much I can kill you…" Seth said, his voice ringing phenomenally louder than the ocean waves beneath them. Yami edged towards Seth, but before he reached Seth, he felt a sharp pain thrust through his back and pierce his flesh, puncturing his lung or a heart-most likely the latter. A flash of silver was followed by a small glint of gold as Yami looked down and saw a silver blade protruding from his chest, the chain of his cartouche pendant broken by its sharpness. The pendant had fallen onto the ground, but now it seemed so unimportant to Yami…he looked up at Seth's blue eyes and walked towards him, the blade sliding out of his body as he did so. His bloodied hands gripped at Seth's white cloak as his knees buckled under him, his vision becoming blurry. Raising his head, Yami looked into Seth's blue eyes and spat one word that was dripping with poisonous hatred.

"Traitor."

How I curse you!//

Seto's eyes flew open at the exclamation that rang through his mind and he sat up, his shoulders screaming in pain at the sudden movement. It would seem that after he lost consciousness under Yami, the Egyptian spirit had been kind enough to relocate his arms back into their sockets. Seto shook his head, a headache inflicting his temples and he looked at the lump that slept next to him, not remembering why the spiky-headed King of Games would be sleeping next to him. The mere idea sent Seto's heart thumping from embarrassment.

//"You don't have a heart…that can go thump-a-thump-thump…"//

Seto furrowed his brows as he heard that voice inside his head; where had he heard it before? He placed a hand over his heart and felt it beat ferociously.

//"Traitor, you shall now be cursed with eternal life…and anyone who aids you in your death shall receive a punishment seven times more painful than death…"//

Seto clutched his head with his slender fingers, his nails digging into his scalp almost hard enough to draw blood at memories came crashing at him.

//"How may I show you my determination so that I may die?"

A pale hand reached up to an exposed chest and fingers dug into the flesh without the help of magic, shocking the amber-eyed deity that stood across from the sorcerer.//

"You fucking bastard!" Seto screamed, shoving Yami from his place on the bed so that the shorter of the two rolled off. At the sound of the exclamation, Maki came rushing into the room, having returned sometime early in the morning. It didn't take her long to figure out what happened between the two and she ran towards a shaken up Yami, grabbing the Egyptian up by his wrist and dragging him out of the room, grabbing a bathrobe that was draped on a chair on the way out, throwing it on him once they were out of earshot to any of the two Kaibas in the house.

"Please explain to me what you were thinking when you hopped into that bed…" Maki hissed, her tone dangerous.

"What do you mean, what I was thinking?!" Yami shouted, annoyed at the fact that he had to be shoved off a bed and then dragged around and reprimanded like a child bright and early in the morning.

"You obviously caused him his outburst back there!" Maki exclaimed, pointing down the hall at Kaiba's room. "You're worsening his condition, don't you understand that?"

"Worsened?!" Yami retorted, suddenly sick of seeing Maki's face. "He remembers me, all right?"

"Is that all that matters to you? That he remembers you?" Maki murmured, expression a mix between absolute horror and disappointment. "Don't you know that by forcing these things into his mind, you're crushing his psyche and may make him go insane?"

Yami stopped, taken back, but he still felt angry at Maki. She had been here for months and there was still no progress in Seto's condition. And he had only spent one night to make Seto remember him. He didn't see what was so wrong in what he did. "You've been here for months and nothing happened! You're the psycho-whatever! Why haven't you cured him yet?!"

"Cure?" Maki's eyes widened in anger at the word, seemingly offended beyond reason. "Cure?" She gripped Yami's bathrobe collar and looked into his eyes, her stature demonic. "I'll tell you what people of `my trade' considering curing people like him. Lobotomy. Is that what you want, to pull apart his brain so that he is existing but not living?" Yami stared at her, defeated, and pulled away. He had been rash, he admitted, and the reality of his rashness hit him full force from what Maki had said.

"I'm sorry," Yami mumbled miserably. "It's just that…I want so much for him to remember…"

"I should be the one apologizing," Maki said, "I shouldn't have shouted at you. Why do you want so much for him to remember, anyway?"

"I-ah," Yami started, not sure of how to begin. He was afraid of how Maki would react to his explanation, but something inside him told him that he had nothing to worry about with her. "I was a Pharaoh in my past life...and he was my High Preist…and we were in love. Something went wrong and I want to know what happened, but if he doesn't remember then I can't get anything out of him to make it right." Maki looked at Yami with an unreadable expression and Yami sighed deeply. "See, now you probably think that I'm insane."

"No, not at all," Maki replied, "In fact, this would actually make more sense…" With that, she pulled out a cell phone from her pocket and dialed a number. "Naoya?" she said after a few seconds, ignoring the grimace on Yami's face. "Yes, I need you to help me contact Nanjo-kun…he's been doing research on Egyptian Empires in his classes right now, hasn't he? I need to ask him about something…" She turned and mouthed the words "how many years ago?" to Yami and Yami put up three fingers, mouthing the words "thousand" as she nodded and turned back to the phone conversation. "Y-yes," she said, "From three thousand years ago. Have him call me, please. Thanks." After bowing to unseeing eyes on the other end, Maki hung up.

"What was that about?" Yami asked, confused.

"I have a friend who's studying about Ancient Egypt in his classes in England," Maki explained. "Maybe if your problems were ever recorded, he'll be able to help…"

Naoya set his phone back into its cradle and then looked at the chess board spread out in front of him, picking up one piece and setting it down.

"Nyaralathotep…Crawling Chaos…" he whispered, narrowing his eyes. "One who distorts memories…"

To be continued…

Yami: Youko…

Youko: Yes?

Yami: It seems that you've gotten fewer reviews for your last chapter.

Youko: Maybe that's a good thing.

Yami: What do you mean by that?

Youko: *chuckles* That would mean…MORE SLEEP FOR ME!!! That would mean that no one is really anticipating this fic anymore that they've gotten tired of it and now they've given up and I don't have to update that quickly anymore! I don't have to stay up that late typing these things up anymore! Maybe I can even stop this story all at once! HAHAHAAHAHAH!! Well. Maybe not discontinue it completely because someone threatened to skin me alive if I don't continue, but…

Yami: *frightened*

Naoya: Don't worry; she's always like this when she's hungry. Feed her and she'll go to sleep.

This chapter was written to the CD "200KM/H in the Wrong Lane" by TATU on repeat…their music really fitted to this chapter, in my opinion (especially the track "Show Me Love").

For those who are interested, the name "Nyaralathotep" comes from the Cthultu legends for the creature whose name means "Crawling Chaos." He takes on many forms in different mythologies, but he has the power to distort memories and in turn cause destruction.