Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Gin no Umi o Wataru ❯ Chapter 4

WARNING: Graphic depiction of Child Abuse in this chapter

Masa el khir - Good Evening? Japan is 7 hours, I believe, behind egypt.

Friday March 16, 2004

The Daily Yomiuri

A Whole new game in town?

Today, Mr. Pegasus, formerly of Industrial Illusion Inc. (III), announced a new joint company. Mr. Asheworth of North Ocean Avionics and Mr. Pegasus are the primary shareholders of the new game company, Star Sailors Incorporated. Mr. Asheworth is well known in England for his shrewd business sense and for being one of the youngest and wealthiest young men in the world. He was born in Japan and orphaned at an early age, later he was adopted by Mr. Noel Asheworth. Raised in England, he was not a very healthy child. Forced by circumstances to stay in bed, his father made sure he had a busy hand in the business to keep his mind active. Unfortunately his father was killed about 4 years ago by a crazed ex-employee. Nowadays, Mr. Asheworth spends his time running his business, playing with friends, and of course, what every 16 year old young man does, collecting Duel Monsters Cards.

When asked how he felt at working with the creator of Duel Monsters, he replied, "It's wonderful. Mr. Pegasus is a consummate professional and his advice is invaluable. I'm pleased that he's agreed to work with me on our new venture. After all, who better to help build a new game company, than Pegasus himself."

A stunning declaration of intent from the young billionaire. When we talked to Mr. Pegasus about if he knew why Mr. Asheworth wanted to move into gaming, since his company is an avionics firms, Mr. Pegasus had this to say, "Well, I approached him after a smart fellow showed me his simulator game that he uses to help train his pilots. The graphics are crisp and fresh. Quite charming and lifelike. Lately, he's been building a graphics and programming department worth rivaling any game company, so I just had to talk to him about a... partnership. Charming young man, very... sweet.

"He showed me the program and we talked. He already has the people, I have the skill. Better watch out Kaiby-boy."

A direct comment to Kaiba Seto, the owner and CEO of Kaiba Corp. There very well may be a war game going on, and this time we can't just press reset.

* * *

Mokuba waved as Tristan roared away. Taking a deep breath and looking around he spotted a young man, just about his height with wild black hair that had a star on it.

"Hey, Hiei!" Mokuba strode over to the young man, smiling.

"Hn... Mokuba. Let me guess, Kaiba is still working?"

"Of course he is, and you're here to pick up Minamoto-san. "

"Hn."

"Then why are you out here, they won't kick you out." Mokuba reached out and took hold of Hiei's arm. Tugging him slightly, he lead Hiei inside and up to the lobby desk. "Minamoto-san, I've found something of yours."

Shuiichi looked up and smiled. "Hiei, I'm almost done, just need to pack up. Mokuba, your brother is upstairs."

"Cool... Later Minamoto-san."

"Oh," Shuiichi called after him, "his friend Wheeler-san is up there too." Minamoto smiled.

"Joey!" Mokuba turned back, "Thanks!"

Minamoto smiled at the boy as he ran off. Quickly packing his few things into a satchel, he stepped out from behind the desk. "I'm ready, koi. Let's go."

"Hn. Bout time, fox." Hiei took the satchel and led the way out the build with Minamoto chuckling behind him. Ducking into an alley, Shuiichi Minamoto changed forms. Soon two streaks appeared flashing over the rooftops of Domino on their way home to Tokyo.

* * *

Yami paced impatiently in his soul room. Back and forth, back in forth. Yugi looking in from the door, shook his head amusedly. "Yami... Ji-chan's home."

Yami's head snapped up. Walking over to Yugi he raised one hand and brushed a thumb over Yugi's cheek. "Thank you, Aibou. May I?"

Yugi nodded, leaning forward.

Yami smiled and kissed Yugi slowly. "Sweet." Then Yami walked past and opened his eyes. Getting up from the bed, he walked downstairs to look for Ji-chan. "Suguroku-san? Suguroku-san?"

Ji-chan popped up from behind the counter. "Yami, I told you to call me Ji-chan."

"Yes, Su- Ji-chan. Ji-chan, may I call Egypt tonight? It concerns the Millennium Items."

"Of course you may, Yami. Perhaps we might send you and Yugi to Egypt this summer." Ji-chan smiled and waved towards the stairs.

"I think he'd like that Ji-chan. Is there anything you need help with?"

"No... you go call your friends." Ji-chan waved at him again.

"Thank you!" Yami called as he ran upstairs. Going into Yugi's room, he picked up the purple cat telephone and dialed a number he knew by memory. Jittering, he waited while it rang.

"Hello?" Shadi's voice drifted out.

"Masa el khir, Shadi?" Yami asked.

"I am fine, My Pharaoh, and you if I may ask?"

"I and my Hikari are fine. However... something important may be happening, I believe we need your particular help."

"Of course, My Pharaoh. What do you need?"

"Everyday, I remember more of my life but still a lot is not open to me. First I need you to answer some questions, as to whether what I remember is true or false."

"Ok."

"I had a brother."

"Yes, many. Great Pharaoh."

"He was my High Priest."

"That is so."

"His name was Seferet."

Shadi sighed with relief, "Yes, that was his name."

"We were close even though later we fought, we were good friends."

"Yes, even after he went to the temple, you were friends. His opposition to you resulted from his belief that you were doing harm to the religion, but he never hated you, Great Pharaoh."

"He had a lover, one he married, called Jahi." Yami stated.

"Yes."

"What happened afterwards... after I..."

"After you disappeared, he collected all the items and hid them. Afraid that your other brothers and sisters would fall prey to them. Years later, a madman demanded that he hand over the Millennium Items. He refused. The madman kidnapped Jahi. He would have given the Items up, if Jahi had not told him not to. Both Seferet and Jahi were killed. I am sorry, My Pharaoh."

Yami closed his eyes, tears fluttering on his lashes. "Does it record who killed them?

"I do not believe so, though I will promise to look."

"Seferet possessed the Millennium Scales, did he not?"

"Yes, My Lord. As High Priest, the souls of the Royal Family were under his dominion. Therefore he received the golden scales. Since he was your brother, he received the Millennium Scales."

"I see, Shadi, one of my friends is having dreams about my High Priest, he was the lover of my High Priest..."

"Ah, yes, Joey Wheeler. We had ho-"

"You knew?!" Yami burst out.

"Yes, My Pharaoh. We had hopes that he would lead us to the reincarnation of your brother. Has he done so?"

"Yes, my Devious Shade, he has. Seferet is Seto Kaiba. Joey has been having several dreams, they take place not only in the time of the pharaoh but also in other times. Each time he dreamt, Seto's current incarnation crumbled, dissolved, or in some way disappeared. Once he acknowledged that a message was seeking to come through, the dream fixed on that time and changed. However, I still do not know who seeks to harm them but I had hopes that if they are back, perhaps it was the same person as before."

Shadi `hmm'ed, "That would help, my Pharaoh. I shall see what we have on this person."

"Next question, do you still have the Scales in your possession?"

"In the possession of my people, yes. But now I must tell you of something that is happening with the Scales, my Pharaoh. Recently, no more than a month ago, they began to hum. At first, I was not sure what I was hearing. When I went into Cairo, I did not hear the hum, yet the closer I got to home... The hum picked up. At first, I believed that it was just something wrong with me but the hum grew as approached the Scales. I have separated them for now. I do not believe the owner of the Scales, Kaiba, is ready for them yet. Soon though... very soon."

"I see... Shadi, one more thing... the Items, were they all given to royal children?"

"Yes."

"Bakura and Pegasus are my brothers?!" Yami laughed delighted.

Shadi chuckled, "Well Bakura is. Your father loved many women, but he didn't keep them all. It was understandable that he didn't like you or your family. He was only one day younger than you."

"And father never legitimized him?"

"No, Pharaoh, and because his mother was a widow whose husband had died years before, because she could not prove who the father of her child was, she was reviled and thought a whore. Her reputation suffered, she lost her business, her money, and eventually begged. Once she died, after telling him who his father was, he went robbing from the tombs. After all, they owed him or so he saw. Soon after his mother died, he received one present from his `father', the Millennium Ring. Your father also sent one more thing to him, a threat... If he should try to claim his place before your shared father died, he would be killed." Shadi explained dryly.

"I see... and Pegasus?"

"He is not the true owner of the Eye. I could see his future, we gave him the Eye so that he could use it to bring all of you together. He would have then died and the true owner would have taken the Eye. Except..."

"Except Bakura got greedy and took the Eye."

"Yes, and once he gave it to you, you gave it to me. I returned it to Pegasus who has now given or will soon give it the true owner."

"Who is the true owner?"

"A young man about Yugi's age, my Pharaoh. His owning the Eye makes it hard for me to see him."

"I see. We shall look out for him, Shadi. If you possess the Key, then that means you too were my brother, yes?"

"Yes, Great Pharaoh."

"Then drop the honorifics, call me `Yami' ok?"

"Yes, Ph- Yami."

"Thank you, Shadi."

"I promise that tonight, we shall search for anyone who may be a threat to Jahi or your brother."

"Our brother, tell me Shadi, back then what was your position?"

"I was your official Historian and keeper of the Sacred Treasures and Secrets, my brother and I enjoyed my job."

"I see. Thank you for your help."

"My pleasure, Yami. Good night."

"Night." Yami hung up the phone and lay back on Yugi's bed. Closing his eyes, he appeared in his soul room to Yugi's great delight. Catching the young man who jumped him, he swung Yugi around before leaning forward to kiss him. "You heard?"

"Yes, can you imagine how Bakura will react to find out he's your brother?" Yugi laughed.

Yami chuckled. "Better yet, how will Kaiba react to find out he's related to Bakura?"

Yugi looked up at Yami with wide eyes and started laughing. Soon the tears of laughter changed into the moans of pleasure.

* * *

Isis stared at her brother, hopping on one foot, a grimace on his face. Sighing, she walked over to him. "How's your foot?"

"Fine!" Looking up at his sister, Malik took a deep breath. "It's fine, sister. I guess I'm just a little... off today."

Isis squatted and picked up the box. "Brother... how are your dreams lately?"

"Disturbed, as you probably know. The Items?"

"Yes, but the only unclaimed Items are the Eye and the Scales." Malik shook his head to clear it before taking the box from his sister. "When I last asked Shadi about them, he said the Eye was on its way to the proper owner. That means the Scales are the only Item left. Could the owner of the Scales have appeared?"

"Seto Kaiba is the High Priest but we've known that, what could have changed?" Isis opened another box, checking the artifact within.

"Maybe... he's ready for it now?" Rashid asked from by the door.

"Rashid!" Malik jumped and turned towards the door, licking his lips, "You spooked me, you move like a cat. And you're probably right."

Rashid smiled and took the box from him, "You didn't say you weren't sleeping."

"I didn't want you to worry," Malik pointed him towards the table, "put it down there. Besides... I didn't want to bother you."

Isis smiled slightly at her innocent brother, "Thank you, Rashid. You always did stay up with him when he had nightmares, but these are different. They are more memories."

"They still disturb his rest. Malik, if you need..." Rashid reached out, gently brushing a hand over Malik's.

A twinkle in his eyes warned Rashid a second before that familiar bright light flashed and Marik, smirking saucily with a glowing third eye, stood before him. "Well, sister, perhaps Rashid wouldn't mind staying up with us tonight?"

Rashid shook his head, amused and picked up another box. He could never get over how different those two were. Marik acting like a prince while Malik, his gentle love, was so delicate. "I would have no trouble with that, Master Marik."

"Good." Isis nodded and dusted off her hands. "Can you two finish unpacking these? I need to make a call."

"Yes, Miss Isis." Rashid replied.

Marik nodded his head and turn towards another box.

Isis smiled and headed to her office. Behind her, she could hear Marik.

"Put that down... I need your help over here."

* * *

Seto leaned back in his chair, taking his reading glasses off. Rubbing the bridge of his nose to release the tension, he stretched. A clatter on the floor announced that he had once again not put the glasses firmly on the desk and worse had let them fall to the floor. Leaning down, he picked up the delicate seeming brushed steel frames. Smiling, he rubbed a finger over the earpieces. Rubbing the rich dark cobalt stripes on the side, he smiled, remembering when Mokuba had given them to him on his last birthday.

Nii-sama! Do you like them?

I love them.

Good, maybe your eyes won't hurt so much at work.

With these, I know they won't.

I love you, Nii-sama.

And I you, little brother.

Grinning, he looked up to see Joey in the other room, typing away. Bent over the keyboard, his caramel hair fell constantly into his face. Every so often Joey would drag a slim pale hand through his hair and grunt. A flush delicately mantled his cheeks, adding a drop of peach into his pale olive skin. He could feel his pants tighten as Joey bit his lip. The swelling in his pants, his hand falling unconcernedly into his lap, a slight rub. Breathing harshly, he looked up at the ceiling, seeing the "Kaiba" etched there. Suddenly, as if he was splashed with cold water, he froze. Gozabarou.

A meeting with Gozabarou in this office, an excruciating meeting after an embarrassing report from the maid about the status of his sheets.

I don't care who you fuck, as long as it has a pussy. At least until you get two kids. After that, you can sleep with anything as long as no one knows. I could care less if you fucked half the women in this city, but never shame our name. No STDs, No men, and No children... at least until you're strong enough to squash those rumors. Now... take this. You'll be marrying one of them, one day, when I choose. So you might as well read up on them.

Seto carefully placed the glasses on the desk and turned to face away from Joey. Slowly opening a drawer, he pulled out a small box. Opening it, he took out the small mallet. Deceptively heavy, he placed it on the inside of his forearm and started a series of progressively harder strikes.

* * *

Three Years Ago

Seto stood facing Gozabarou. Mokuba had already gone downstairs for a snack. Stiffening his back, Seto made sure he stood up straight. He stared at the clock over Gozabarous shoulders. 4:17.

"You failed. You foolishly entered a competition that you didn't win. Did nothing I teach you sink in, child? As long as you carry the Kaiba name, you will bring only honor and distinction. If you can't do that, then I'll be forced to place you aside. Perhaps Mokuba will be more amenable." Gozabarou walked over to his desk, opening the top drawer, he pulled out small wooden box.

Seto froze seeing that. Silently he walked over and placed his arm on the desk, his inner forearm turned up.

"This time, you will learn." Gozabarou pulled out a small metal mallet, each end being covered in felt. Leaning closer to Seto, he spoke in a steely voice, "This time, you will do it. You will strike. Hard. Rhythmically. Without pause. If you don't, well, then your brother will. Understood?"

Seto nodded and picked up the hammer. Staring at his arm, he let the room he was in fade away.

"Faster."

Seto quickened.

"Harder."

Seto put more strength into the blows.

"Stop."

Seto stopped and looked up at Gozabarou."

"Go clean up and get the car ready."

Seto nodded. As he moved his arm, he could feel bone rubbing on bone. Silently he went outside to where Mokuba waited. Looking at the clock, he noted the time 6:09. Trying not to wince as Mokuba took his hand, he picked up the secretary's phone and called for the car.

* * *

Joey looked up and noticed Seto sitting at his desk, the way the highlighted and caressed the planes on his cheeks, painting them with gold and rose. Joey flushed as he thought of the way Seto's hair seemed to hide a hidden flame, trapping in it's mahogany folds the light of the dying sun. Smiling, he stood up to walk over to him. A flash of reflected reddish sunlight hit his eyes, and he noticed a small metal mallet in Seto's hand.

Walking up to Seto, he noticed Seto's eyes were glazed over, shiny with Seto's retreat into his own mind. Recognizing a receding from reality, he waited for the mallet to begin it's swing down and grabbed it. Yanking it out of Seto's hand, he backed up.

Seto looked stunned at his empty hand. Raising his head, he brought himself back into focus, back to the office. Joey was still backing up.

"It's not right, Seto. And it doesn't really work."

"Give it back, pup." Seto demanded.

"No."

Seto growled and launched himself from behind the desk. Joey's eyes widened and he ran. Seto chased him. Snarling he attempted to box Joey in and once or twice got close enough to grapple with him. A sudden attack caused Joey to fall backwards, still holding the mallet behind him. Pushing the mallet so it rested under the small of his back, Joey used both hands to push Seto off.

"Nii-sama? What are you doing?" Mokuba's voice rang out.

Seto turned towards Mokuba and jumped up. "Ah-"

Joey looked up from the floor. "Nothing to worry about, kid. Just managed to get Seto to play. Who knew he could run so fast?" Joey stood up, slipping the mallet into his pocket as he dusted himself off. "Ehh, what time is it?"

"Almost 8:30, it's time for Nii-sama to come home." Mokuba said.

Joey smirked, "What? He's got a curfew?" Joey turned towards Seto, "You didn't tell me you had a curfew. Let me get my stuff."

Seto rolled his eyes and stalked over to his desk, piling his work into his suitcase. His hand twitched as it passed over the small wooden box that had held the mallet.

"Joey... me, Tristan, and Yugi were waiting for you at the arcade. Were you here the whole time?" Mokuba asked as Joey headed for the other room.

"Hmmm, yeah. After school, we talked until Seto had to go to a meeting. I just came along. What did y'all need me for?" Joey turned off the computer and started putting his stuff in his bookbag.

"Well, Tristan wanted to talk to you, he said something about you two arguing."

"Unless it's an apology, I don't wanna hear it." Joey straightened up and led Mokuba out of the room. "Ready to go?"

Seto nodded and picked up the phone. Calling downstairs, he asked the driver to be waiting. Hanging up, he smiled at his little brother. "Tomorrow's Saturday, are you going to visit anyone in the morning?"

Mokuba bounced over and took his brother's briefcase. "Nope, I'm gonna just lay around and watch cartoons. Why?"

"I need to do something in the morning, but I'll be at the theater at 2, promise. And Joey will be staying with us for a few weeks while his father goes out of town. Remember what I told you about the dreams? Well since Mr. Wheeler can't take Joey with him anyways, we're going to work on controlling the dreams." Seto opened the door and let them pass.

"You told him?" Joey looked at Mokuba.

"Of course he did, you did say that who or whatever is causing them might be dangerous to me. Seto would never let me walk into danger without warning me." Mokuba shook his head as they headed towards the elevator.

Seto turned towards Joey, "Have you warned Serenity?"

"No, I didn't think someone would hurt him, but if they are like Marik they would. Damn! I gotta call her, maybe she can convince mom to go on vacation someplace."

Seto sighed, "We have a house on the slopes of Kita-Dake, pup. I'll tell her to go there. Also, tell her that someone attacked you and you're worried about her and Serenity. She'll go, to protect Serenity."

The elevator gave a muted ding and opened its doors. "Thanks, Seto."

"Not a problem, I'll call them tonight. I'll also make other arrangements." The door closed and descended to the underground parking lot. Speaking softly, the three young men headed home.

* * *

Tristan ducked as the bottle hit the wall. Watching the fall of shimmering glass, he tried to calm his breathing. How the hell could Joey live like this, with this bastard!

"Get out of here, you damned fuck! If you aren't gonna bring in money, then you don't eat! Go get a job! Ya leave here for two days-"

Tristan closed the door and leaned against the wall. "Damn, where are you,