Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Gin no Umi o Wataru ❯ Chapter 7

Mokuba walked back in and took his brother's place at the head of the table. "Hey all, Big Brother will be back in a minute."

"Good. It is strange to think now that we were once all related. Great Pharaoh... perhaps this time we can do as we did with Marik..." Rashid suggested.

Shadi shook his head, sighing, "I am not sure that is possible, my friend. For he was obsessed with them before and nothing we did could do helped him, yet we should try. For I understand not wanting to lose another brother." He stated sadly, frightened by the possibility of loosing another brother.

Bakura leaned back in his chair. "I can not possibly be related to that arrogant ass... EITHER OF THEM."

Isis laughed merrily, "Yet we are... brother. Now we must find him." She urged, her voice now tinged with worry and fear.

Mokuba leaned back, feeling rather anxious. "Well KaibaCorp has a department of private investigators. We can set them to looking for someone, if we knew something... anything significant about them."

"Well, they should be about our age, right? And it seems everyone is heading to Domino, like they're drawn here. So we can check teenagers who transferred here in the past year or two. Can they do that?" Tristan questioned as leaned backward, hands behind his head.

"Yes, they can." Mokuba stated, his hand drumming on the table. "So we'll do that but what about...

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Pegasus leaned back on the couch, his long fingers stroked the velvet wine cloth. Reaching up he ran a hand through his silvery silken hair, he tossed it over the left side of his face, hiding the patch. Only a minor silver thread crossed his forehead, almost the same color as his hair, one would mistake it for a stray hair if they did not know... that it was what held the ignoble eye patch over the empty socket. Running his hand down his dark burgundy robe, he carefully adjusted the edge to show just a glimpse of pale skin. A knock on the door was the signal for him to lean back and turn down the light.

"Enter." Pegasus' voice flowed outward, his words floating through the air like a melody carried on the wind.

The large dark cherry wood door swung open and a young man entered the room, casually brushing his bangs away from him face. "Hey..." he called out enthusiastically, excited to see him.

"Come here... I've missed you." Pegasus murmured, his voice sliding over his lover like silk. Pegasus raised his hands as the young man approached. Grabbing hold of his silk shirt, he pulled the young man slowly down. For the next few minutes only the slight movements and harsh breathing filled the room. A tan hand fisted in the metallic hair of the older man, tilting his head back. Red lips sucked at the marble column, nipping and biting their way up over the jaw. A moan drifted out of those pale pink lips as a translucent eyelid cover a pale topaz eye. The young man leaned back to stare at Pegasus. The older man was breathing hard, purple marks cover his neck, jaw, and cheek. Smiling, he brushed Pegasus' shining hair back and moved forward, his lips brushed the silver eye patch.

Pegasus jerked backward eyes flying open as he felt his ends of his lover's hair brush against his frosty cheek. Turning his face away, a faint whisper passed his lips demanding. "No.

"Max... beloved, I'm not ashamed of it. I rather it was gone than you."

"I know... when everyone else abandoned me, you stayed." Pegasus spoke, his voice surprised. Pegasus brushed the back of his hand against his lover's cheek, flicking a strand of dark hair away from his face, smiling at his lover. "My beautiful one."

"I've loved you for so long... I would never abandon you. Not even... I would have followed you." The young man voice lowered, becoming hoarse as he clutched Pegasus.

"No... not for me."Pegasus demanded as he leaned forward, brushing a kiss over his beloved's face, tugging a stray lock of dark hair. "Perhaps I should not be ashamed of it, but I'm not celebrating it either."

"I do... it means you survived to be mine." He whispered softly, grasping the pale hands of his lover in his, gently. "Do you regret that you do not have it any longer?"

"Regret? No." he answered, solemnly. "I did what I did so that I could see Celeste once more. As I lay in my castle, I saw her. She was angry with me that I took something I should not have. That I caused so much pain. She told me that I only had to open my eyes to see what was before them. So I did."

The young man lowered his head to Pegasus' chest. Listening to the strong heartbeat as he remembered a time when I faltered. One tan hand slipped under the rich burgundy brocade robe, running over his lover's ribs. Pegasus caressed his face lovingly, "I saw you and your eyes, those dark shimmering eyes, my love." His voice stroked over his lovers' body. "Almost 5 months have passed and I know that it was the right choice."

The younger man lifted his head and placed a gentle kiss on the bottom of Pegasus' chin. "I almost forgot. Wait." He stood up, heading over to his backpack. "I ordered this for you. It came in today."

"Ahhh, and what is it?" he asked, curiously.

The young man dropped to the couch and handed Pegasus a black velvet rectangular box. Moving to lean against his younger lover, the billionaire gently opened the case. Sitting on wine dark velvet lay a shiny silver satin patch with a minute design of Funny Bunny was stitched on it using tiny matched seed pearls. Next to it was a strip of satin ribbon with the same design, made even smaller, upon it. Lifting it, Pegasus ran his fingers over it, feeling the tiny bumps. "It's... magnificent beloved." He stared at his lover, eyes wide with pleasure.

"I had the strap for the patch made out of transparent string so that it can't be seen, then we pull your hair back." He leaned down and rubbed his cheek against Pegasus' hair. Reaching around he picked up the eye patch. "Let me put it on. Tilt your head up." He instructed.

Pegasus tilted his head up. Slowly his lover reached under than platinum hair and unhooked the patch. Pegasus stared into his lover's eyes as the young man stared down at him. A smile traced the thin lips of his lover. A small shake of the head and the starfall of hair covered his face again. With a small smile, the young man brushed back the hair. Underneath the shining silk, he could see the eyelid paler then the rest of Pegasus's already pale flesh... the distinct tracery of blue veins crawled over. It seemed to sink slowly into the socket. With sadness in his eyes, he leaned down to press the gentlest of kisses to it, despite Pegasus' whimper. Then pulled the silken shining hair back. Carefully he centered the patch directly over the eye and wrapped the string around his head, hooking it to the other side. Pushing on Pegasus' shoulder, he took the hair tie and pulled it gently back into a ponytail. Gently, he wrapped the tail with the tie and created a large bow. "There love."

"Thank you. You know I was planning something more..." Pegasus traced one slim finger over his lover's cheek, tugging on the long strand that fell just before his ear.

"Yes but you have that dinner meeting with Asheworth... and I have no intention of leaving here tonight. So after you finish business... I'll be waiting." His lover replied, moving slightly to off the long line of his body. Making it clear what he was going to prepare for Pegasus after the meeting.

"Hmmm no, you won't. Because you are coming with me." Pegasus smiled sneakily, standing up and held out his arm.

His lover stood up and took his arm, grinning. "Ok... hurry and get dressed! I'll change into something from my room."

Pegasus nodded, kissing his beloved tenderly before heading out.

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Seto stared at the group in the room. Shaking his head, he took Joey's hand and walked back to his seat. Ruffling Mokuba's hair, he waited for his brother to move. As he sat down he noticed a pale blue folder. "Mokuba, what's this?" he asked, a slight frown traveling across his face.

"Huh... oh it's a new student in your class. Apparently he's moved here from England. But that's all they told me. The name sounds family though, but I don't remember where I heard it. Is everything ok, Big Brother?" asked Mokuba, anxiously.

"Yes, Mokuba. After your competition next Saturday, I need to you go to the house where we put Serenity and Mrs. Wheeler. I need someone that I can trust to make decisions if necessary. I'll make sure that someone gives you your assignments every day, ok?" Seto reassured his little brother, caressing his hair.

"Okay, big brother." Mokuba nodded as he moved back to his seat.

Seto sat down, still without taking his hand from Joey's grip. "So have you uncovered anything new or are you still fighting over who is related to who?"

Shadi chuckled lightheartedly, saying. "I believe the pharaoh and our brother have agreed to not kill each other. Other than that we have determined that right now the biggest problems are identifying Nkosi in the present day, determine whether or not he holds this Eye, and how to retrieval of Yami's... or would you prefer Hunefer's memories."

Seto nodded, "I see, how can we discover who is Nkosi now? Are there any identifying marks or peculiarities?"

"I do not believe so. Only that he prefers to dye his hair a nice blue green. Also, he never wore the Eye in his eye socket. Rather it was placed inset a chain and placed in the third eye position." Shadi spread his hands. "That is all we know and most of that from Seferet. Perhaps he can help. Tonight, if you can, meditate. Hold the scales with each plate in the palm of one hand, get comfortable, and meditate. It should make it easier for Seferet to contact you." Suggested Shadi helpfully.

"I see... does anyone have any other ideas?" Seto asked, waiting.

Around the tables, head shook in reply.

"I see. Well then let me ask this... is there anything that any of you can do to help us keep Joey's other self from taking him over?" Seto asked, his voice cold, he looked at each of them.

"I really don't know... Shadi and I no longer really have yamis like the rest do. And Jahi isn't exactly a... yami." Isis stated, shrugging her shoulders gracefully.

Tristan looked at her strangely. "But I thought there were yamis in all the items. I mean... how come you don't have yamis?" He looked around, confused.

Isis nodded absently, "Well... there are but they don't have to stay there. You see when I almost died, my Yami decided to help me. To heal me, she had to fulfill the soul. You see the yamis are really souls or rather part of souls. To protect the knowledge, the part of the soul that encompassed the life in Egypt was pinched off and put into the items. In my case, I was injured and I could have healed but not as I was, an incomplete soul. So my Yami had to reintegrate herself into me. So I became more than Isis, more than Iset. We are all greater than the sum of our parts. It didn't mean that I loved Malik less, I loved him more because I remembered not only my brother now, but my brother then. And in both cases was relieved to have him back, to hold him, to just watch him. And Malik's Yami, Naqada, he was damaged by our father. Malik was too young for his Yami, even though he already owned the Rod. Naqada came out when our father carved on Malik's back the hieroglyphics that the Pharaoh needs. Because our feather did not use anything to dull the pain, no anesthetic, I'm afraid it drove him a bit mad."

Yami stared at him in shock. "Without painkillers?! No wonder he was so violent. I am sorry... Marik, Naqada, that you suffered such pain for my sake. I would never have asked such a sacrifice. EVER! Where is your father now, Iset?!" he demanded, falling back into the pharonic voice of command, he used years ago.

Marik stared at Yami, eyes wide with surprise. "If you are my brother and pharaoh, then it would have been my duty."

"Duty should be hard, not undoable! Where is your father? How dare he touch my family!" Yami stood up, his crimson eyes flashing as bright as new blood.

"He's dead, oh Great Pharaoh! I killed him for what he did to Malik. Then I told him that you had his father killed. It helped me do what I wanted to do. I may have given up on my idea of world conquest but I will never forgive the damage done to US!" Marik smirked, his sharp face showing a manipulative demeanor.

"As well as you should. May I ask, was his death... painful?" Yami purred

"Yes. So very exquisitely so." Marik leaned forward, a vicious grin growing across his face.

"Then I do not mind getting the blame for it. Have you told Malik that you killed his father?" Yami asked, his eyes still flashing.

"No, nor do I plan to. I rather like him blaming you for it."

"Very well, I'll take the blame as long as you also tell him, I did it because I do not approve of the pain he was sent through, brother."

"That is one thing we can agree on." Marik nodded. "Thank you. For helping Malik."

Rashid leaned closer and wrapped his arm around Marik. Marik moved one hand to cover Rashid's where it lay against his hip.

"I wish I could have prevented it totally." Yami sat back down, his eyes returning to normal.

"Gozabarou was never a good person, but he never did that to me. Did anyone here have a father that didn't abused them or ignore them?" Seto asked flatly.

Tristan raised his hand. "Geez."

"Suffering improves character, right?" Bakura leaned back, smirking.

"Some yes, but too much can break a person." Rashid nodded, tightening his grip on Marik.

"Despite the feel good chatter, the day is getting late." Seto rapped out.

"Correct, Kaiba. I also can not help you, my Yami and I integrated much like Isis and Iset. It was the only way I could ever see again. Perhaps since Joey is good friend with Yugi, Yugi can help. Though Jahi isn't really a yami." Shadi spread his hands.

"I know my Aibou will be happy to help you, Joey." Yami turned to face him. "After school perhaps... and during lunch."

"Fine, I'll get my team started on searching for Nkosi." Seto stood up, tugging Joey with him.

All around the table the others stood. Isis walked around to her brother, wrapping one hand around his shoulder. "Perhaps next Sunday if there is no problem, we can meet again. Share as much information as possible."

Bakura shook his head but Yami nodded. "Yes that is a great idea. And you're coming Bakura."

"Are you going to make me?"

Yami walked over and grabbed his shoulder. "Yes... brother. As much as we may not like it now, we were brothers and this person killed you before. I will *not* stand by and allow that to happen again."

Bakura looked at him for a moment, before his lip curled and he wrenched his shoulder from Yami's grasp and headed out. Sighing, Tristan walked over and hugged Joey before following Bakura. A few moments later, the sound of voices came through, then the slamming of the front door.

Isis smirked and nodded at Shadi. Together they bowed towards Seto and headed out. Yami sighed and walked over to Joey. Hugging him tightly for a moment, a bright light flashed and Yugi stood there holding him.

"I'll see you later, right?" Yugi asked, his eyes bright.

"Of course Yug! Promise. In fact, I'll get up early tomorrow to walk you to school if you want."

"OK! See you tomorrow!"

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Pegasus stood, his arm around his dark lover, as Asheworth walked towards the door. "It will be a success for both of us, my friend."

"Yes, it will be. I'm glad to have met both of you. This has been one of the most enjoyable business dinners I've ever had. And some of the best company as well."

"Well, yes, I enjoy his company as well." Pegasus drawled as he pulled his lover closer.

Asheworth laughed, as he reached to open the door. "It has been a pleasure to meet you."

"You too, Asheworth." The other young man replied, brushing his black hair back.

"Oh, you can call me Noa. I'm to be in your class starting Monday."

"Really! Cool. Then call me Duke."

Noa reached out and shook his hand, before slipping out the door. Closing it firmly, Pegasus leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. Smiling, he led his lover to their room.

Outside a dark car glided through the night to stop before Mr. Noa Asheworth. Opening the door, the teenager sat on the dove gray leather seat inside. His eyes fell onto a large flat jewelry case that lay on the seat. Once he closed the door, the dark window that separated the driver from the back seat dropped.

"Sir. It was finished today. The eye is also within the box. He hopes that it fits." The driver stated.

"I see. Very well." Noa reached over and opened the book. Seated in velvet was gold circlet. In the center of the band lay another circlet, this one laying at a 90 degree angle. It looked as if it was to fit something. Beside it lay the Millennium Eye, smiling he picked up the Eye and placed it into the hole on the band. It fit perfectly. Carefully seating it on his head, he pressed it down until the Eye sat right above the third eye.

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8:37

Seto watched as Mokuba kept nodding off. Looking at the clock, he realized it was late. "Mokuba. Bed time."

"But... I'm not tired." Mokuba looked at his big brother, eyes barely open.

"Maybe not but you need to go to bed now, school tomorrow." Seto leaned down and picked his brother up. "I'll be right back Joey."

"K... hey Seto?"

"Yeah?"

"How do I call Serenity."

"Just pick up the phone and ask the operator for Kita-Dake. They'll connect you." Seto smiled at him as he adjusted Mokuba in his arms. "Back in about 10 minutes."

"K." Joey leaned over the back of the couch to pick up the phone. After a couple seconds the operator picked up. Joey asked for the house at Kita-Dake. A couple burring rings later, the phone was picked up.

"Moshi Moshi." A woman answered.

"Mom, hey. Are you two ok?"

"Joey! Yes, we are. But can you explain what is going on?!" Mrs. Wheeler dropped to a couch.

"Didn't Seto tell you anything?"

"Mr. Kaiba? No... what's going on?" A flop on the other end made her look up and see her daughter sitting next to her.

"Ok... It's... Dad. He's gotten worse and he's gotten into something. I was attacked one day coming home from school. Now Seto's letting me stay here and I was worried about you."

"I see." She reached out to pull her daughter close.

"I just want to make sure you're safe. The guy was asking me about where something was. Said I had to tell him or he'd make me regret it. He mentioned Serenity." Joey bit his lip, hoping his mom would believe him.

"Oh, Joey. I should never have left you there with him. Maybe we can go... somewhere." She asked worried.

"Nah, I'm safe here. And Seto put Dad someplace. I just wanted make sure you're OK. How's Serenity?"

"We're fine, in fact she's here and bouncing to talk to you. Here you are." She handed the phone to her daughter.

"JOEY! Hey!" Serenity yelled.

"Hey little sis, what's up?" Joey listened as his sister chattered for a couple minutes. Noticing that I was almost 9, he told her it was time for sleep and to sleep well. Soon she hung up and Joey leaned his head back against the couch. An ache started in the middle of his head, closing his eyes, he tried to breathe deeply, calming himself. Suddenly a young man appeared in front of his closed eyes. He was dressed in a white linen wrap around skirt with a strip of blue on the edges and down the middle. One blue edge wrapped over the other. In the blue were gold designs. The young man was slightly tan with blue green eyes and shoulder length hair.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Jahi. And you are Joey. I know." He smirked

"So you're the one who keeps jacking my life. Look, I'm real sorry you died. You didn't deserve it, but this is my life. Seto is my friend. You can't just take over my life."

"Life? WHAT LIFE? You're so cowardly you won't admit that you want him. You don't fight for anything until it's so far a chance that you can't win. You didn't even fight for your sister until it was almost too late! Then, even then, you had to ask the Pharaoh to do your job." Jahi leaned backwards slightly.

"I did my best. I LOVE my sister." Joey balled up his fists.

"You can't hit me. See... Seferet deserves a man who will be his equal, not a slave. And that me. I'm going to be all he could ever want. And all you need to do, is what you're good at. Give. It. Up."

"No..."

Joey opened his eyes to see worried blue ones staring at him.

"What's wrong?" Seto asked, shaking Joey slightly.

"Nothing."

"PUP!"

"I just had a talk to Jahi. He sort of declared war." Joey pulled his legs up.

Seto sat down next to him, placing an arm around Joey's shoulder, he pulled him closer. "Well... are you going to surrender?"

"No."

"Good." Seto lay his cheek on Joey's head. Rubbing his face against the soft golden hair. "I don't want him to win."

"He won't." Joey leaned into Seto.

Seto lifted his head, placing a hand under Joey's chin, he lifted Joey's face. Leaning down, he laid his lips on Joey's. A slight tap against his lips caused him to open his mouth. A warmth invaded and proceeded to duel with his tongue. A taste of sweet honey and sesame followed Joey's tongue inside Seto's mouth. Moaning happily, Seto rolled to his back, pulling Joey closer to him. With a gasp, Joey broke the kiss. "This is me... just me, Seto."

A whisper escaped Seto's lips. "That's all I want... Joey." Seto leaned in, capturing Joey's lips again. Just you.