Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Gorgeous Carat (YGO version) ❯ The Dragon of Maghreb Part 2 ( Chapter 9 )
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By: Lsama-no-miko 
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Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Romance / Suspense / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 02.26.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 173 | Status: Work In Progress
Gorgeous Carat (YGO Version)
By Sakura (aka L-sama no Miko)
Chapter 9: The Dragon of Maghreb Part 2
This chapter is dedicated to Dragonlady222. Not only did she guess right, but always leaves me such lovely and encouraging reviews. Thank you sooooooo much for staying with me for so long on this!!!
“I believe my life is in danger,” the blue eyed man said.
“Because of ‘this fabled treasure of yours’ I take it,” the white haired man added.
“Yes, I was lucky enough to know someone with a half decent brain in their head and acquired this book for me. As you may know, sometime during the Crusades, Europeans would make pilgrimages to the Holy Land,” the brunet began. His white haired companion nodded, indicating he was listening, though he already knew this story. “They needed protection from bandits and other ‘undesirables’ of course, so a few knights were assigned to escorting these pilgrims, they were to be later known as the Knights Templar for their main base was on the Temple Mount in Jerusalem. As a result, the first banking system was created allowing pilgrims to retrieve their money at the end of their journey after depositing it in Europe. It was because of this that rumors started going around that these knights had not only gained ‘special privileges’ but immense wealth as well. The king of France, Philip, grew jealous and coveted their treasure for himself. He wrote to the pope spreading malicious lies about the knights, claiming that they had turned their backs against god and had begun engaging in acts of devil worship and many other activities outlawed by the church.
The pope then gave Philip permission to arrest them and sack every single one of their strongholds. Many of them were tortured into ‘confessing’. Those who didn’t were burnt at the stake, quite a few of them cursing their tormentors.”
“How typical,” spat Noir, “Royalty will always find some excuse to steal and kill. Devil worship my arse.”
“Exactly,” Ezhdar said frowning in disgust, “Philip had managed to seize most of their holdings. However, according to popular belief, a few knights had managed to escape persecution and took what remained of their vast treasure and hid it somewhere, where it still lies, untouched in centuries.”
He reached into a drawer in the desk they’d been sitting at and pulled out a yellowed scroll. The thief’s eyes widened at the still pristine condition it was in considering how old the scroll seemed to be.
“That is…”
“I was most fortunate to obtain this as well,” the blue eyed man said handing it to his friend.
Taking it with careful hands, he unrolled it and began to peer over the ancient writing it contained. “What the?!” he said surprised to find what was written, “This looks like it belongs in the Bible.”
“There is an old fortress in France, Les Andelys I believe it was,” explained Ezhdar, “It’s been believed to be a former bases for the Knights Templar -- or to be more precise, where the last of the order ran to.”
“So that would mean…”
“That the people after me are most probably their descendants and that the ‘fabled treasure’ is no fable.”
“So why all the fuss?” Noir asked, “This really isn’t your type of thing.”
“I guess I’ve got too much time on my hands,” was his friend’s enigmatic reply.
“I don’t come cheap you know,” the thief warned, “Especially if I’m going to have a bunch of Templars after me.”
“I’m asking you as a favor. After all we’ve known each other since we were kids. You’ve filled out nicely by the way Bakura, you were so thin back then.”
“Yeah, well it’s all because of you,” the thief said, blushing slightly at the rare compliment. “I really do owe you for that eye of yours.” He glanced guiltily at the right eye hidden behind a patch of silvery blue. “When that happened, you scolded me real good, told me to move it and get out. I never did get to pay you back for saving my arse.”
“Why, Bakura,” Ezhdar said raising an eyebrow, “what’s gotten into all of a sudden? This isn’t like you. I merely wanted to see just how good the famous ‘Phantom Thief Noir’ really is.”
Noir blushed again, but quickly recovered now that he’d been given a challenge. He never could resist a challenge, especially if treasure was involved. “Just you watch old friend,” he boasted.
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Malik stood in the courtyard a few feet from a window were a certain white haired thief was busy peering over something he couldn’t see. He was so intent on watching his master, he hadn’t noticed he wasn’t alone until the rustling of branches jolted him out of his reverie and making him gasp.
“Ah!” a spiky haired boy cried, also startled.
“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” chided the Egyptian, recognizing the newcomer.
“Sorry, I didn’t know you were here.” He turned to leave, sensing that the blond had wanted to be alone.
“Yugi!” he called, causing the shorter one to pause, “I’d give my life for him,” he said making the other stare at him, puzzled at the sudden confession. “I do as he says because of that. So that I can say with pride that I’m one of his followers.” The blond whirled around sharply and glowered at the shocked and confused boy. “You’re just a pretty pet!” he spat, “So don’t think I’m going to lose to you!”
“M-Malik…” he tried, but the Egyptian quickly stormed away. Yugi sighed, unable to alleviate the blond’s unfounded jealousy, nor soothe the apparent tears that had been glistening in his lilac eyes. He was about to run after him when he heard Noir’s voice.
“Yugi!” the thief called, “I know you’re out there, I need you for something.”
Sighing again, he headed in the direction of where Noir was staying.
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“What’s wrong?” the thief asked noting the distracted air around the smaller boy. “I know Malik was out there with you, what did he say?”
“I-It’s nothing really,” Yugi replied, trying not to get the blond into trouble as well as his startling confession.
“You sure? He’s been acting weird lately. He’s gotten rather touchy about for some reason.”
“Um… What do you think of Malik?” the spiky haired boy asked after several awkward moments of silence. There was another awkward silence, for the thief had been unprepared for that question.
“You know I have no interest in those I can’t rely on right?” Yugi nodded, “Well, he’s someone I can trust. So much so that he’s almost like a younger brother.”
“So you don’t…”
“Just what are you getting at Yugi?” the thief said, eyeing him accusingly. “I don’t have time for this nonsense. Besides, relationships are way too much trouble.”
“Oh.”
Was that a hint of disappointment he heard? The thief however, promptly shrugged it off, like he said, he didn’t have time for this.
“He acts like a jerk a lot,” Yugi mused to himself, “But I wonder what’s really going on in his head. It’s like he’s still a kid. And they think I’m the kid.” He had a rather hard time stifling the giggles that started coming from his mouth.
“You’re starting to creep me out here,” the thief said, glaring at the still giggling boy.
“Oh, sorry Noir. Is that what you came all the way here for? To study?” he asked, finally noticing all the books and papers all over the large table in the room.
“It’s a favor for Ezhdar.”
“Oh! Hey that looks like…” Yugi picked up a rather ancient looking scroll trying to decipher its contents. “Is this part of the Bible?!”
Noir nodded. “It’s from the New Testament. But it’s all jumbled whoever wrote this hashed stuff from Luke, Mark, Matthew and put it together.”
“Wow! You sure are smart. But didn’t they all say the same thing basically?”
“Look here,” the thief said, pointing to a hastily scribbled note. On it were a series of numbers. Yugi stared at the note, but it might have been as undecipherable to him as the ancient hieroglyphs of Egypt. “I think that whoever wrote this used the chapter and verse numbers as a sort of code. It looks like they were using a very simple form of cryptography.”
“Cryptography?”
“Look at it this way, you can take the letters of the alphabet and treat them as twenty-six numbers, it’s really a basic code. A is 1, B – 2, C – 3 and so on.”
The shorter boy still didn’t get it, but chose to keep silent. “It’s really rare for you to do something for someone else. I thought you only did things on your own.”
Noir glared at the boy again, but ignored it. “He’s special.”
“Is it because you grew up here together?”
“He’s more to me than a ‘brother’. He was the only one I could trust, my best friend, brother, and teacher. Back then Ezhdar meant the world to me.”
Yugi stared amazed at the reverent tone the thief had just used describing their host.
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A half hour later found Yugi back in the courtyard, musing over all the thief had confessed. “I just don’t get him some times. I can tell there’s more to this Ezhdar but Noir’s not telling. Why do I get this feeling there’s something dangerous about him. There’s something about that blue eye of his.”
Catching the sound of movement nearby, he spotted several shadowy figures prowling the courtyard.
“I wonder what’s going on, it’s the middle of the night. People don’t just show up this late, and through the back gate yet.”
He quickly covered his mouth, for he was about to give out a shocked gasp, and ducked out of sight. Even though all the figures were wearing cloaks, there was no mistaking the golden blonde hair of one of them.
“That’s Mai!! What’s she doing here?! What’s the ‘Black Hand’ doing here?!”
Seeing that they were about to enter a door, he quickly dashed to a nearby window and hid.
“I really owe you for getting me out of the Paris prison, Kaiba hon.”
Peaking over the windowsill, he spotted the blond and her thugs as well as an unmistakable blue eyed brunet.
“Why’s Ezhdar meeting with her? Doesn’t he know who she really is?!”
“The Kaiba name isn’t to be used lightly, madam,” Ezhdar scolded, “Besides, it’s my father you should be thanking not me.”
“Kaiba? But isn’t his name Ezhdar? Wait a sec, where have I heard that name before? Kaiba...”
“It would appear that you were misled.”
“Just what are you getting at hon?” came Mai’s confused voice.
“Just what made you choose to flee to here, now of all times. There are plenty of places for you and your kind to hide.”
“Hey! I got intel from America to shack up with you. So don’t get tetchy with me, Mister Kaiba.”
The brunet sighed, trying to keep his temper in check, “Look it’s not good for you to stay here right now. That is if you’d rather run into Noir again.”
“W-What?!!” she shrieked. Using his ‘guests’ shock as a distraction, he surreptitiously opened one of his desk’s drawers.
“He’s staying here. It has come to my knowledge that he knows your face. Is that correct?” He cocked the pistol he snuck from the desk and aimed it at the woman. “So you see, your staying her would be quite the inconvenience, Mai hon.”
Mai let out a barking laugh. “You can’t kill me you fool! I’m your father’s…”
“Whore, I know,” he spat icily and fired the gun. The bullet whizzed by her head, just missing it by mere centimeters.
“Boss!” cried her henchmen, darting between the brunet and her.
Within seconds, several of Ezhdar’s guards burst into the room. Many of them were carrying guns and scimitars.
“Leave now and I just might spare you,” the blue eyed man said coldly.
“I’ve got to tell Noir!” Yugi thought and started to dash toward the guest quarters. However, it was at that moment that Mai chose to dart from that part of the mansion and crash into the spiky haired boy.
“M-Mai!” he stammered. The blonde was holding onto her arm, red seeping between her fingers. “E-Ezhdar!” he called again. “It’s Mai! She’s still alive!” He was so scared and flustered that he never saw the figure come up behind him and knock him down.
As he struggled to get up, he saw Ezhdar shove Mai onto the ground and shove a pillow over her face. Taking the pistol from before he fired a shot into the pillow, muffling the noise and killing the blonde.
“You really shouldn’t wander around late at night,” the brunet said, yanking Yugi back up. “You never know what evil things you’d run into here.” Yugi began struggling, only wearing himself out and causing the much taller man to smirk evilly. Ezhdar reached into his robes and pulled out a tiny sphere like object. “By all means, go ahead and fight. Scream even, if you like, I won’t hesitate to kill you too,” he said as he put the sphere into his mouth.
Yugi immediately froze, not wanting to get killed in spite of his desperate need to get to Noir. Still smirking, the brunet grasped the shorter boy’s head and kissed him forcefully, prying his lips open with his tongue.
“Good boy,” he said releasing Yugi only to rub his throat. “That’s it, swallow. It’ll all be better real soon.”
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At the other side of the mansion, Noir shot up suddenly from his work as if someone had called him. Glancing at the door he could still hear his men partying it up. Shaking his head, he went back to his work. “I could have sworn I heard Yugi calling me just now,” he muttered. “But it’s just those idiots again.”
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Back with Ezhdar and Yugi…
The blue eyed man continued to smirk as the boy in his arms slumped and fell unconscious.
“Want us to get rid of him Master Ezhdar?” asked one of his henchmen.
“N… oir,” Yugi whimpered subconsciously.
The tall brunet continued to smirk as he gazed at the beauty he now held. “No,” he said after a few more moments of staring and stroking the surprisingly soft spiky hair. “Take him to my room. He is a guest after all and must be treated as so.”
The guard said nothing as he gingerly took the boy from him, but he shared his master’s smirk. He knew just how he treated those ‘guests’ who were allowed to see his private chambers.
~TBC!!~
Sakura: Hooboy!! I thought I’d never actually do this.
Yami: I really ought to hand you over to the Skull for this onna.
Sakura: You do so, pharaoh and you lose any chance of EVER getting your precious aibou back.
Yami: Grr…
Orochimaru: Quite evil isn’t she? ^_^
Sakura’s bishies: YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!!
Sakura: I heard that! Anyhoo, lemme know what you think minna.
By Sakura (aka L-sama no Miko)
Chapter 9: The Dragon of Maghreb Part 2
This chapter is dedicated to Dragonlady222. Not only did she guess right, but always leaves me such lovely and encouraging reviews. Thank you sooooooo much for staying with me for so long on this!!!
“I believe my life is in danger,” the blue eyed man said.
“Because of ‘this fabled treasure of yours’ I take it,” the white haired man added.
“Yes, I was lucky enough to know someone with a half decent brain in their head and acquired this book for me. As you may know, sometime during the Crusades, Europeans would make pilgrimages to the Holy Land,” the brunet began. His white haired companion nodded, indicating he was listening, though he already knew this story. “They needed protection from bandits and other ‘undesirables’ of course, so a few knights were assigned to escorting these pilgrims, they were to be later known as the Knights Templar for their main base was on the Temple Mount in Jerusalem. As a result, the first banking system was created allowing pilgrims to retrieve their money at the end of their journey after depositing it in Europe. It was because of this that rumors started going around that these knights had not only gained ‘special privileges’ but immense wealth as well. The king of France, Philip, grew jealous and coveted their treasure for himself. He wrote to the pope spreading malicious lies about the knights, claiming that they had turned their backs against god and had begun engaging in acts of devil worship and many other activities outlawed by the church.
The pope then gave Philip permission to arrest them and sack every single one of their strongholds. Many of them were tortured into ‘confessing’. Those who didn’t were burnt at the stake, quite a few of them cursing their tormentors.”
“How typical,” spat Noir, “Royalty will always find some excuse to steal and kill. Devil worship my arse.”
“Exactly,” Ezhdar said frowning in disgust, “Philip had managed to seize most of their holdings. However, according to popular belief, a few knights had managed to escape persecution and took what remained of their vast treasure and hid it somewhere, where it still lies, untouched in centuries.”
He reached into a drawer in the desk they’d been sitting at and pulled out a yellowed scroll. The thief’s eyes widened at the still pristine condition it was in considering how old the scroll seemed to be.
“That is…”
“I was most fortunate to obtain this as well,” the blue eyed man said handing it to his friend.
Taking it with careful hands, he unrolled it and began to peer over the ancient writing it contained. “What the?!” he said surprised to find what was written, “This looks like it belongs in the Bible.”
“There is an old fortress in France, Les Andelys I believe it was,” explained Ezhdar, “It’s been believed to be a former bases for the Knights Templar -- or to be more precise, where the last of the order ran to.”
“So that would mean…”
“That the people after me are most probably their descendants and that the ‘fabled treasure’ is no fable.”
“So why all the fuss?” Noir asked, “This really isn’t your type of thing.”
“I guess I’ve got too much time on my hands,” was his friend’s enigmatic reply.
“I don’t come cheap you know,” the thief warned, “Especially if I’m going to have a bunch of Templars after me.”
“I’m asking you as a favor. After all we’ve known each other since we were kids. You’ve filled out nicely by the way Bakura, you were so thin back then.”
“Yeah, well it’s all because of you,” the thief said, blushing slightly at the rare compliment. “I really do owe you for that eye of yours.” He glanced guiltily at the right eye hidden behind a patch of silvery blue. “When that happened, you scolded me real good, told me to move it and get out. I never did get to pay you back for saving my arse.”
“Why, Bakura,” Ezhdar said raising an eyebrow, “what’s gotten into all of a sudden? This isn’t like you. I merely wanted to see just how good the famous ‘Phantom Thief Noir’ really is.”
Noir blushed again, but quickly recovered now that he’d been given a challenge. He never could resist a challenge, especially if treasure was involved. “Just you watch old friend,” he boasted.
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Malik stood in the courtyard a few feet from a window were a certain white haired thief was busy peering over something he couldn’t see. He was so intent on watching his master, he hadn’t noticed he wasn’t alone until the rustling of branches jolted him out of his reverie and making him gasp.
“Ah!” a spiky haired boy cried, also startled.
“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” chided the Egyptian, recognizing the newcomer.
“Sorry, I didn’t know you were here.” He turned to leave, sensing that the blond had wanted to be alone.
“Yugi!” he called, causing the shorter one to pause, “I’d give my life for him,” he said making the other stare at him, puzzled at the sudden confession. “I do as he says because of that. So that I can say with pride that I’m one of his followers.” The blond whirled around sharply and glowered at the shocked and confused boy. “You’re just a pretty pet!” he spat, “So don’t think I’m going to lose to you!”
“M-Malik…” he tried, but the Egyptian quickly stormed away. Yugi sighed, unable to alleviate the blond’s unfounded jealousy, nor soothe the apparent tears that had been glistening in his lilac eyes. He was about to run after him when he heard Noir’s voice.
“Yugi!” the thief called, “I know you’re out there, I need you for something.”
Sighing again, he headed in the direction of where Noir was staying.
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“What’s wrong?” the thief asked noting the distracted air around the smaller boy. “I know Malik was out there with you, what did he say?”
“I-It’s nothing really,” Yugi replied, trying not to get the blond into trouble as well as his startling confession.
“You sure? He’s been acting weird lately. He’s gotten rather touchy about for some reason.”
“Um… What do you think of Malik?” the spiky haired boy asked after several awkward moments of silence. There was another awkward silence, for the thief had been unprepared for that question.
“You know I have no interest in those I can’t rely on right?” Yugi nodded, “Well, he’s someone I can trust. So much so that he’s almost like a younger brother.”
“So you don’t…”
“Just what are you getting at Yugi?” the thief said, eyeing him accusingly. “I don’t have time for this nonsense. Besides, relationships are way too much trouble.”
“Oh.”
Was that a hint of disappointment he heard? The thief however, promptly shrugged it off, like he said, he didn’t have time for this.
“He acts like a jerk a lot,” Yugi mused to himself, “But I wonder what’s really going on in his head. It’s like he’s still a kid. And they think I’m the kid.” He had a rather hard time stifling the giggles that started coming from his mouth.
“You’re starting to creep me out here,” the thief said, glaring at the still giggling boy.
“Oh, sorry Noir. Is that what you came all the way here for? To study?” he asked, finally noticing all the books and papers all over the large table in the room.
“It’s a favor for Ezhdar.”
“Oh! Hey that looks like…” Yugi picked up a rather ancient looking scroll trying to decipher its contents. “Is this part of the Bible?!”
Noir nodded. “It’s from the New Testament. But it’s all jumbled whoever wrote this hashed stuff from Luke, Mark, Matthew and put it together.”
“Wow! You sure are smart. But didn’t they all say the same thing basically?”
“Look here,” the thief said, pointing to a hastily scribbled note. On it were a series of numbers. Yugi stared at the note, but it might have been as undecipherable to him as the ancient hieroglyphs of Egypt. “I think that whoever wrote this used the chapter and verse numbers as a sort of code. It looks like they were using a very simple form of cryptography.”
“Cryptography?”
“Look at it this way, you can take the letters of the alphabet and treat them as twenty-six numbers, it’s really a basic code. A is 1, B – 2, C – 3 and so on.”
The shorter boy still didn’t get it, but chose to keep silent. “It’s really rare for you to do something for someone else. I thought you only did things on your own.”
Noir glared at the boy again, but ignored it. “He’s special.”
“Is it because you grew up here together?”
“He’s more to me than a ‘brother’. He was the only one I could trust, my best friend, brother, and teacher. Back then Ezhdar meant the world to me.”
Yugi stared amazed at the reverent tone the thief had just used describing their host.
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A half hour later found Yugi back in the courtyard, musing over all the thief had confessed. “I just don’t get him some times. I can tell there’s more to this Ezhdar but Noir’s not telling. Why do I get this feeling there’s something dangerous about him. There’s something about that blue eye of his.”
Catching the sound of movement nearby, he spotted several shadowy figures prowling the courtyard.
“I wonder what’s going on, it’s the middle of the night. People don’t just show up this late, and through the back gate yet.”
He quickly covered his mouth, for he was about to give out a shocked gasp, and ducked out of sight. Even though all the figures were wearing cloaks, there was no mistaking the golden blonde hair of one of them.
“That’s Mai!! What’s she doing here?! What’s the ‘Black Hand’ doing here?!”
Seeing that they were about to enter a door, he quickly dashed to a nearby window and hid.
“I really owe you for getting me out of the Paris prison, Kaiba hon.”
Peaking over the windowsill, he spotted the blond and her thugs as well as an unmistakable blue eyed brunet.
“Why’s Ezhdar meeting with her? Doesn’t he know who she really is?!”
“The Kaiba name isn’t to be used lightly, madam,” Ezhdar scolded, “Besides, it’s my father you should be thanking not me.”
“Kaiba? But isn’t his name Ezhdar? Wait a sec, where have I heard that name before? Kaiba...”
“It would appear that you were misled.”
“Just what are you getting at hon?” came Mai’s confused voice.
“Just what made you choose to flee to here, now of all times. There are plenty of places for you and your kind to hide.”
“Hey! I got intel from America to shack up with you. So don’t get tetchy with me, Mister Kaiba.”
The brunet sighed, trying to keep his temper in check, “Look it’s not good for you to stay here right now. That is if you’d rather run into Noir again.”
“W-What?!!” she shrieked. Using his ‘guests’ shock as a distraction, he surreptitiously opened one of his desk’s drawers.
“He’s staying here. It has come to my knowledge that he knows your face. Is that correct?” He cocked the pistol he snuck from the desk and aimed it at the woman. “So you see, your staying her would be quite the inconvenience, Mai hon.”
Mai let out a barking laugh. “You can’t kill me you fool! I’m your father’s…”
“Whore, I know,” he spat icily and fired the gun. The bullet whizzed by her head, just missing it by mere centimeters.
“Boss!” cried her henchmen, darting between the brunet and her.
Within seconds, several of Ezhdar’s guards burst into the room. Many of them were carrying guns and scimitars.
“Leave now and I just might spare you,” the blue eyed man said coldly.
“I’ve got to tell Noir!” Yugi thought and started to dash toward the guest quarters. However, it was at that moment that Mai chose to dart from that part of the mansion and crash into the spiky haired boy.
“M-Mai!” he stammered. The blonde was holding onto her arm, red seeping between her fingers. “E-Ezhdar!” he called again. “It’s Mai! She’s still alive!” He was so scared and flustered that he never saw the figure come up behind him and knock him down.
As he struggled to get up, he saw Ezhdar shove Mai onto the ground and shove a pillow over her face. Taking the pistol from before he fired a shot into the pillow, muffling the noise and killing the blonde.
“You really shouldn’t wander around late at night,” the brunet said, yanking Yugi back up. “You never know what evil things you’d run into here.” Yugi began struggling, only wearing himself out and causing the much taller man to smirk evilly. Ezhdar reached into his robes and pulled out a tiny sphere like object. “By all means, go ahead and fight. Scream even, if you like, I won’t hesitate to kill you too,” he said as he put the sphere into his mouth.
Yugi immediately froze, not wanting to get killed in spite of his desperate need to get to Noir. Still smirking, the brunet grasped the shorter boy’s head and kissed him forcefully, prying his lips open with his tongue.
“Good boy,” he said releasing Yugi only to rub his throat. “That’s it, swallow. It’ll all be better real soon.”
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At the other side of the mansion, Noir shot up suddenly from his work as if someone had called him. Glancing at the door he could still hear his men partying it up. Shaking his head, he went back to his work. “I could have sworn I heard Yugi calling me just now,” he muttered. “But it’s just those idiots again.”
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Back with Ezhdar and Yugi…
The blue eyed man continued to smirk as the boy in his arms slumped and fell unconscious.
“Want us to get rid of him Master Ezhdar?” asked one of his henchmen.
“N… oir,” Yugi whimpered subconsciously.
The tall brunet continued to smirk as he gazed at the beauty he now held. “No,” he said after a few more moments of staring and stroking the surprisingly soft spiky hair. “Take him to my room. He is a guest after all and must be treated as so.”
The guard said nothing as he gingerly took the boy from him, but he shared his master’s smirk. He knew just how he treated those ‘guests’ who were allowed to see his private chambers.
~TBC!!~
Sakura: Hooboy!! I thought I’d never actually do this.
Yami: I really ought to hand you over to the Skull for this onna.
Sakura: You do so, pharaoh and you lose any chance of EVER getting your precious aibou back.
Yami: Grr…
Orochimaru: Quite evil isn’t she? ^_^
Sakura’s bishies: YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!!
Sakura: I heard that! Anyhoo, lemme know what you think minna.