Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Free Me...from myself ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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

 

Free me…from myself

 

Seto woke with a shout, sweat streaming down his face as most of the furniture including his bed fell back the three or four feet they had risen overnight. “They're getting worse,” he mumbled, his labouring breath making his voice husky. The things he'd suppressed since childhood were coming out, either in his dreams or like the furniture, in reality. Sighing he rolled over in his large, low bed, wondering what the day would bring.

A perfectly balanced breakfast.

Dry reports.

His large office.

And his chair.

Glancing at the thing he frowned, he could barely recall when he hadn't been in the thing. Well okay that wasn't true, he remembered, he remembered the duelling, the company and…Yugi.

He'd been 22 when he'd lost the use of his legs and after that he refused to leave his mansion and no one except Mokuba, his doctors, cook and butler knew about his injury. The public just thought him to be an eccentric, prodigy multi billionaire.

Pulling his body to the chair he shifted and swore as the chair rolled back causing him to fall to the floor. As he lay there, those useless appendages still on the bed he felt like crying or screaming or lust lying there not moving or all three.

Oh yeah, prodigy billionaire with no legs. A humourless laugh fell from his lips, after 7 years of being stuck in his mansion, in this dry boring routine he was finally over it.

Once dressed and in the stupid contraption he called for Kaname, his long time and loyal butler.

“You call, master Seto,” the stiff dry man asked though his eyes were kind.

“I'll be leaving after breakfast, call for the driver, will you?” he asked as he rolled down to the dinning room.

“Of cause, master Seto,” Kaname said his surprise showing “May I ask why the sudden desire to leave?” the man asked walking along beside him.

“I'm bored,” Seto said bluntly as he wondered if Yugi still lived in Domino, still owned the Turtle Game Shop.

“And Kaname, find out the number for the Turtle Game Shop for me,”

“Yes sir.”

 

“Good morning, Game Shop, Yugi speaking,” a bright cheerful voice answered as Seto sat in the back of the limo they'd; Mokuba had had made so he could get in and out and stay in his chair without any hassle or changing the outside.

“Good Morning, Yugi, it's…Kaiba Seto,” he said feeling awkward “Are you free this morning?” he asked trying to sound brisk and business like…Kaiba like. It was hard, he hadn't interacted with anyone but those who knew and all his orders went through his brother.

“Arr…sure, it's been awhile,” Yugi said his tone confused,

“Yes, nine years, I do believe,” Seto agreed.

“Okay, well I'll see you when you get here,” Yugi said after a bit more strained explanations that he was on his way.

He wondered briefly after he hung up how Yugi would react, would he treat Seto like a cripple and watch him with pity? It had been one of the main reasons for his seclusion; people would believe that because he was psychically handy caped he would be easy prey and never take him seriously again.

So when the limo stopped at the curb his heart rate increased, a nervous sweat making his hands slippery inside his gloves. He had three chairs, a large, vaguely annoying electric one, a just as large comfortable, reading one and his racer which, he adored.

It gave him a sense of freedom the other two denied him, plus he could play.

The door opened and his grill track came out and he wheeled himself from the limo as pedestrians stoped and stared and Yugi froze in the doorway of the game shop a six month old girl on his hip and a five year old at his side.

“Hello, Yugi,” he said looking into those odd eyes, purple but blue yet at the same time red. They were the exact same height with him in his chair.

“Kaiba, come on in,” he said his voice strained as the five year old ran inside and he held the door open for Seto to ride through.

“Thanks,” he said and a blond man chocked on his coffee…

Joey…

Mutt…

Red eyes black dragon…

Yes he remembered.

“Wheeler, what a surprise,” he said trying to ignore the way they stared.

“Man, what the hell happened to you?” the blond demanded as an equally blond women walked into the room with what he guessed was a three year old girl.

“Joey!” She snapped then saw him, Seto and her jaw fell open, “Seto Kaiba, I'll be damned,” she said.

Her name escaped him, many things did, small things, names, dates, some memories and then they'd come back at odd intervals.

The only things he'd really remembered at first were Mokuba, Yugi and being scared, in pain. It had taken time for things to come back and something's his doctors said might never return. Obviously his confusion showed because her lavender eyes widened even more and she said, “I'm Mai, Joeys' wife,” in introduction.

Mai…Mai…Mai...Mai…he knew the name, it clicked but…

“Mamma whys he in a chair?” the five year old asked as bringing Setos attention to him, blond hair, honey eyes, a small replica of his father.

“I was in an accident,” Seto lied not wanting for them to know the truth.

“Oh, we never heard about it!” Mai said then smiled, “Sorry, this is Atemu, Camila and Yugi's holding Yuki,” she said and he nodded hoping he'd retain them.

“So Kaiba what can we…I do for you?” Yugi asked as he moved aroound the large man.

“Do you still duel?” he asked.

His question caused a stunned silence, “Sometimes,” Yugi answered vaguely.

“Would you mind duelling me?” he asked and they all seemed taken back by his politeness but after…his…he'd changed allot.

“Sure, why not…just let me close the shop and get my deck,” the small man said as he handed Yuki to her father. Once the door was locked, the sign flipped he jogged up stairs and once he was out of sight Joey stared down at him.
“When?” he asked as his daughter stared at Seto too, learning a new face.

“…I don't see how that's any of your business Wheeler,” the CEO said with a frown.

He had to make a conscious effort to stop the room…furniture from moving as things did when he became agitated.

“Oh, for Pete's sake just answer the damn question,” Joey snapped and to his shock the once cold, expressionless man rolled his eyes.

“7,” he said with a smirk.

“Days? Weeks? Months? Years?” Joey demanded and to Seto's amusement it was Yugi who answered the blonds' demand.

“Years, Joey,” he said before turning those oddly beautiful eyes moved back to Seto even as he shuffled his deck. “That's why you hid yourself away in your…home,” he said.

“That and I wasn't well enough for the first year or so,” Seto agreed twirling a finger near his temple.

“That must have been a bad accident,” Joey said slowly, “Why has anyone heard about it? I mean your like famous and stuff,” he wondered aloud.

“No one ever found out,” Seto said coolly.

“And you hid yourself away,” Mai said as she held he eldest daughter to her.

Seto nodded, that had pretty much been a given.

 

A few hours later they had him laughing over lunch, the things they had gotten up to. And the best thing was so far, after the first shock of seeing him in his chair they hadn't commented or acted as if it made him less.

“Enough, enough,” he chocked as he shook his head and Joey turned to him with what could only be called a shit-eating grin.

“Can you do any tricks?” he asked as he lifted his tiny daughter off the blanket they had spread over the park grass and Seto frowned until the man pointed to his chair.

Nodding slowly he said, “Nothing overly impressive, just a few I use against Mokuba,” before tipping his chair back almost to the point where he'd fall.

Yugi stood, obviously worried before he did a hop and sat up straight, his blue eyes dancing with delight.

“You idiot! Where would you be if you fell?” the shorter younger male demanded. Putting on a thoughtful face he said, “On the ground,” though it sounded more like a question.

Before Yugi could yell at him, as he unmistakably wanted to do his mobile rang. Signing his annoyance he pulled it out, opened it and barked his name.

“Where are you?” Mokuba said by way of greeting.

“Why?” he asked dodging the question.

“Why? Because I came home to have lunch with you! And do you know what I find out afterward? That you're gone! You'd been gone since 9 and our driver had dropped you off at a Game Shop!” his brother yelled.

Seto pinched the top of his nose and casually looked at the food spread on the blanket the others where sitting on (though Yugi was still standing). Not saying a word as the man continued “And then I find the place closed! No once answers the door bell! Damn it Seto!”

“Calm down, I'm at the park,” he said his friends had convinced him to come on a picnic with them, for lunch.

He liked it.

They liked it.

The children loved it.

“What!” his brother all but screeched “Do you even have security with you?” the younger man demanded.

“…No,” he said in a deadpan tone.

“Seto! Damn it brother! I've almost lost you…well too many times! You should know better!” this time Seto had to hold the phone away from his ear wincing as he did so.

`Wife?' Joey mouthed before Mai smacked his on the back of the head.

“Mokuba do I have a wife?” he asked with a frown, did he? He honestly couldn't remember and the three adults with him gaped.

“No thank god, you'd have driven her mad,” his brother said his tone carrying his confusion at his brothers' odd question.

Looking at Joey he shook his head, “Mokuba, who says no I don't and if I did I'd have made her insane,”

The blond laughed.

“Stay put Seto, I'll be there soon,” Mokuba snapped before rather abruptly hanging up, blowing a raspberry at the phone he scowled, he was 29, his brother 24 and yet he was often treated like a child.

His brother was over protective.

“Stay put, Seto,” he mimicked “Bah, screw that,” he scoffed.

But before they cold leave Mokuba and a small army of body guards came and off his brother went, only glancing at Yugi, Joey, Mai and the kids.

“Brother you need to think! You've been tortured once isn't that enough for you?!”