Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Gorgeous Carat (YGO version) ❯ The Dragon of Maghreb Part 3 ( Chapter 10 )
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By: Lsama-no-miko 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Romance / Suspense / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 02.26.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 177 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Romance / Suspense / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 02.26.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 177 | Status: Work In Progress
Gorgeous Carat (YGO Version)
By Sakura (aka L-sama no Miko)
Chapter 10: The Dragon of Maghreb Part 3
The boy groaned as his eyes struggled to open. ‘What happened? Ugh! I can’t move,’ he thought as he continued to struggle awake, then the events of the previous night hit him. ‘I remember now! I saw Mai and Ezhdar… then he...’
Just then the tall brunet came into the room, smirking as he watched his ‘guest’ struggle on the divan. “I wouldn’t try to move yet,” he warned, “The drug I gave you is still in effect.”
“Y-You’re working for the Black Hand!” the boy accused, fighting against the man’s arms as he helped him to sit up. “Wh…y?!”
“What makes you think I’m working for them?” Ezhdar said smugly, “How could I, when I was one of those who started that organization.”
“You’re betraying Noir!” the spiky haired boy yelled, “He respects you! He looks up to you!” ‘Noir… he’ll be crushed when he finds out.’
“Do you know what my policy is?” the blue eyed man asked as if he were commenting on the weather, “Get rid of those who interfere and use those who you can. Bakura is still useful to me.”
Yugi was incensed. ‘How dare he do this to Noir!’ He managed to curl his hand into a fist, he lashed out at the taller man, but the drug only made him sluggish and sloppy. With the quickness of a snake, Ezhdar caught Yugi’s wrist, pulling him against him.
“My, my,” he sneered, “I am impressed, that you could have such strength left over.” Yugi started struggling again, not liking the man’s leering gaze one bit. “Go ahead and fight little one,” he said, enjoying the boy’s fear, “That is if you wish to hurt your friends. There are quite the few Black Hand guards here. And even if Bakura were to figure it out, do you think he’d be able to do anything if I hold his precious friends hostage?”
‘So that’s why Ezhdar insisted Noir bring everyone!’
“You wouldn’t want that now would you?” the brunet asked sitting on the divan, placing the smaller boy into his lap. He reached to the side of the divan and brought up an odd looking tube like thing. He brought it to the boy’s mouth and forced him to inhale whatever was connected to the tube. “Don’t you think you should keep quiet about this, hmm? It’s only Bakura’s skills I want after all.”
‘W… why can’t I… say anything?’ Yugi asked as the drug started to race through his petit body.
“That’s it,” Ezhdar purred, rubbing his hand under Yugi’s shirt, “Just relax, let me take care of everything.”
‘A sweet… smell…w…what?’ Yugi’s body soon went limp against the taller man. The brunet smirked triumphantly as he saw that the drug had finally taken hold of his little prey completely. He stood up and almost lovingly carried the boy over to his bed, placing him down gently onto the blue and gold sheets. Laughing inwardly to himself, Ezhdar began to remove his robes.
“Forget it all,” he murmured into Yugi’s ear as he slinked onto the bed next to him and started to undress the smaller boy.
‘I…It’s hot… N-No…No..ir!’ Yugi’s mind cried, trapped as his body refused to obey his frantic commands to fight.
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Meanwhile, Malik knocked on Noir’s door, a tray laden with food carefully balanced on one arm. “Noir?” he called, “I brought you some breakfast, you never did come out to eat.” When he got no answer, the blond silently opened the door.
He couldn’t help smiling at the sight before him. Amongst the books and papers strewn all over the room, sat the white haired thief, his head resting on the table on top of an open book. Soft snoring could be heard coming from the passed out thief.
“Aww, cute,” the Egyptian whispered to himself carefully placing the tray down so he wouldn’t wake his master. ‘Poor Noir, he’s really pushing it, even though he can do most anything. It is kinda rare to see him like this though.’ He was about to leave when he brushed against a book that was sticking halfway off the table, causing it to fall with a soft thud which startled the white haired man out of his sleep. “Oh!” Malik said hastily apologizing, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Malik?” Noir asked, yawning loudly, “Is it morning already?” He stood up and stretched, wincing slightly at the loud cracking sounds coming from his spine. “As awesome as I am, this is one tough code.”
Curious, Malik went over and peeked at the scroll on the table.
“Whoever wrote this knew what they were doing,” the thief explained, “It’s a multi-table equation that uses chapter and verse numbers from the Bible. Once you find out the repetition frequency and conversion table, it’s easy to solve.” He then picked up a sheet of paper with hastily scrawled writing on it and began to read out loud. “’The star of the Queen’s new capital, while working on the site of the sanctuary, connecting with the deceased Holy King MCCLXX, unable to display the great gold treasure in her hand.’”
“Wow!” Malik crowed in awe, “I didn’t know you’d be able to decipher that so fast!”
“It’s no good if I don’t understand what it means,” Noir said frowning. “Wait a moment,” he said reading it over yet again for the umpteenth time. “It’s another code. ‘The Queen’s new capital… Could that be Quart Hadasht?”
“Quart Hadasht?” Malik parroted, “That’s Carthage right? If I remember right, isn’t there a legend about a Phoenician queen founding Carthage? And Quart Hadasht does mean ‘New City’ right?”
“Good thinking Malik! That’s it! Carthage is ‘The Queen’s new capital!”
“Well… I was living there for a while,” the blond said blushing profusely at the praise. “I just wish I didn’t have anything but bad memories of it though. After all that’s where I was sold to.”
“Malik…” Noir started, remembering how the two had first met.
“But still, if I hadn’t been sold, then I’d never have met you. Thanks to fate, I got to find someone who saw me as a person and not some piece of meat. You gave me a place.”
The white haired chuckled slightly. “You were like a wolf boy back then.” Malik had been so feisty and wild when he’d ‘acquired’ the blond from the brothel his own parents had sold him to.
“Oh shut it!” Malik said good-naturedly. “Noir?” The thief looked at the blonde, nodding for him to go on. “I-I love you,” he stammered, blushing once more, “I have ever since that day. I love you so much that no matter how many lives I may have had, it’d never be enough.”
Noir’s eyes bulged out of their sockets at the blond’s shocking revelation. It was so sudden that he found that he couldn’t move or speak, he was so blown away by the blond’s passionate words.
“I-I just wanted to tell you that someday.” The Egyptian hastily wiped at the tears threatening to fall from his lilac eyes, “I-It’s okay, I’m fine now. I’m glad I got to tell you.”
“Malik… I—“
The blond placed a hand on the thief’s lips. “I said, I’m fine. Just don’t say anything. I just wanted to put my feelings in order. Being jealous of this and that kinda makes you feel stupid.”
Noir stood there for a bit longer, still perplexed by the Egyptian’s behavior, neither saying anything. Malik started to leave when his master stopped him. “Malik…” he tried again, “Did something happened between you and Yugi?” Malik just smiled then darted from the room humming to himself. “Malik!” Noir called after him.
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The white haired man frowned, staring at the door. “Just what is going on with that kid?” he muttered to himself, “Sometimes I just don’t get Malik.” Shaking off the confusion brought on by the blond Egyptian, he knocked on the study door. “Ezhdar?” he called, “I’m coming in.” Pushing the door open, he saw that the book his friend had shown him had been put back into its case and that the study was completely empty. “Hmm… I’d be sure he’d be here.”
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Meanwhile…
Smoke curled about the room as the brunet dressed for the day. “It’s hard to believe I was your first,” he said to the naked boy still lying on the bed, “I was lead to believe that you French aristocrats were used to such play. Especially a pretty thing like you.” He ran a finger down the boy’s chest making him shiver in a mix of lust and revulsion. “So sensitive,” he said smirking at the boy’s stifled moan. “Thanks to the opium, you’ll soon be my slave. You’ll be begging me for more, my little Yugi.” Yugi cringed and backed away as far as he was able, angry and ashamed at what they had done. “You may come and go as you please,” Ezhdar said, going to leave, “Just remember, stay quiet and none of your friends will have to suffer.”
“Y-You monster!” spat the boy.
“Thanks for the compliment,” he said smirking, “I am the Dragon of Maghreb after all.”
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Noir frowned in disgust at his carousing men. It seemed that their host had yet again arranged for some ‘entertainment’. “Oi boss!” Rex called, grinning like a madman, a veiled girl hanging onto his arm. “Have a drink!”
“Yeah!” piped up a rather inebriated Weevil, “Eshda gave ush wine!”
“Where is he?” snarled the white haired man, earning a pout from the girls lounging with the two. One of them pointed to another part of the room and he turned to see the brunet lounging on a divan with several scantily clad women draped over it and him.
“Bakura my friend!” he called waving the thief over, “Were you looking for me?”
“Yeah, I was wondering if I could talk to you, thanks for the wine by the way,” he added, sarcastically. He really didn’t need his men incapacitated when he might need them soon.
Nodding, Ezhdar shooed the women away, earning him many pouts and whines of protest. “Sit. So what is it you wanted to talk about?”
“I was able to break the code,” the thief said, sitting, “But it makes no sense. But I’ve got the feeling that it may be another code.” He handed the translation he had written over.
The brunet stared at it for several moments. “Hmm… ‘The star of the Queen’s new capital’? Quite a mystery we’ve got here.”
“I don’t understand it that well, yet, but the ‘Queen’s new capital’ may very well be –“ Just then, an irate Yugi burst into the room and stormed over to the blue eyed man. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared as the crack of flesh meeting flesh echoed throughout the room.
“Yugi!” Noir demanded, rising from his seat and grabbing hold of the boy’s arms. “What the hell’s gotten into you?!”
“Let me go!” the boy shot back, fighting the thief’s hold.
“It seems our fair princess is in a nasty mood this morning,” Ezhdar quipped.
“G-Go to hell!” Yugi shouted venomously, spitting at the man’s amused smirk.
“Yugi! Stop this instant!” Noir ordered.
“Shut it Noir!” snapped the spiky haired boy.
“Y-You filthy little guttersnipe!” The thief had had enough. He shoved the boy against the wall and slapped him. Hard. There was a clatter of a falling cup as Malik stared in shock at his master’s behavior. It seemed that their boss’ anger had also sobered up the men, who were now staring as well. They had never seen him so angry. “You’d better explain yourself real quick Yugi, I’ll not have you insulting Ezhdar like this!”
Yugi let out a tiny squeak, but said nothing. The two stared at each other for several tense moments, until Yugi managed to break away and run off deeper into Ezhdar’s mansion.
“Yugi! Get back here and apologize!” yelled the white haired thief.
“He certainly is a handful,” the taller brunet said amusedly.
“Ezhdar, I’m sorry,” Noir apologized, “I’ll have to get back to you. He looked kinda ill.”
“That’s what I like about you, ‘Kura, always willing to help others,” he said in dismissal, “Take as long as you like. I’ll still be here.”
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Noir had managed to catch up to the spiky haired boy, who was now standing in the middle of their host’s gardens, his hand on his still sore cheek and stifling sobs.
“I hit you pretty hard,” Noir said, making the boy jump, “Let me see.” He grabbed the boy’s wrist and made to pull the hand from the cheek only to receive a slap of his own. “Or maybe not,” he said, still holding the boy’s arm. “Damn it, Yugi. What was that for?! Revenge?! You happy now?”
The smaller one blinked a few times, staring at the thief as if it were the first time of ever seeing him. “Ah! I-I’m sorry,” he mumbled shamefully, “I just don’t want anyone touching me right now. You trust him that much don’t you?”
“How many times do I have to tell you,” the thief said, letting go, hurt by the boy’s statement. “We’re like bro—“
“But that was a long time ago!” Yugi interjected, “People change, Noir. It’s been what… six years since you last saw him?”
“Just what are you getting at?”
“That person doesn’t deserve your loyalty. He’s nothing but a—“ Yugi quickly clammed up as he caught sight of a blue eye watching them.
“Go on, finish what you wanted to say,” Noir said icily, glaring at the boy.
“Forget it. You never really care about what I have to say anyway.”
“No I want you to finish it. I want to hear what you have to say about a man you know nothing about.”
“You’re right. I know nothing about your past! But so do you! You’re nothing but a total idiot!” The boy then dashed away, leaving the thief stunned by his emotional outburst.
“Yugi!” he called when the initial shock had worn off. “Yugi!”
The brunet smirked inwardly in triumph as he watched his ‘brother’ head back while forcefully kissing the petit boy in his arms.
“I just don’t get him either,” the thief muttered as he passed by. ‘Those weren’t the tears of a jealous spoiled brat. Just what is going on here?’
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Back in Ezhdar’s rooms…
Yugi whimpered as the hookah was pressed against his lips. “What a good boy,” the brunet purred, “Though I’m a bit disappointed with your behavior this morning.” He frowned, making the boy cringe at the intense stare of the man’s single blue eye. “Noir and your friends were lucky I was able to stop you in time. The next time you decide to act up, remember that it may cause your dear friends a lot of pain, and we don’t want that now do we?”
Yugi nodded woodenly, the opium quickly spreading through his system.
“Good boy,” he purred again, leading the boy back to the bed.
~TBC~
Yami: ONNA!!!!!
Sakura: Yeesh! You sound like Wufei.
Wufei: I do not sound like that woman!
Sakura: Sure you don’t dear.
Orochimaru: You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?
Sakura: As much as I hate to admit it, but yeah.
Yugi: Sakura-san hidoi.
Sakura: Aww, poor Yu-chan! Gomen, gomen, gomen! You should know I reaaalllly don’t like putting you through that.
Yami: Yet she enjoys it.
Sakura: Much to my utter disgust pharaoh. Aye there’s the rub! Anyhoo, tell me whatcha think minna. I can’t apologize enough to all of you Yugi fans out there. But unfortunately that’s how the darned script goes. Well, jya ne!
By Sakura (aka L-sama no Miko)
Chapter 10: The Dragon of Maghreb Part 3
The boy groaned as his eyes struggled to open. ‘What happened? Ugh! I can’t move,’ he thought as he continued to struggle awake, then the events of the previous night hit him. ‘I remember now! I saw Mai and Ezhdar… then he...’
Just then the tall brunet came into the room, smirking as he watched his ‘guest’ struggle on the divan. “I wouldn’t try to move yet,” he warned, “The drug I gave you is still in effect.”
“Y-You’re working for the Black Hand!” the boy accused, fighting against the man’s arms as he helped him to sit up. “Wh…y?!”
“What makes you think I’m working for them?” Ezhdar said smugly, “How could I, when I was one of those who started that organization.”
“You’re betraying Noir!” the spiky haired boy yelled, “He respects you! He looks up to you!” ‘Noir… he’ll be crushed when he finds out.’
“Do you know what my policy is?” the blue eyed man asked as if he were commenting on the weather, “Get rid of those who interfere and use those who you can. Bakura is still useful to me.”
Yugi was incensed. ‘How dare he do this to Noir!’ He managed to curl his hand into a fist, he lashed out at the taller man, but the drug only made him sluggish and sloppy. With the quickness of a snake, Ezhdar caught Yugi’s wrist, pulling him against him.
“My, my,” he sneered, “I am impressed, that you could have such strength left over.” Yugi started struggling again, not liking the man’s leering gaze one bit. “Go ahead and fight little one,” he said, enjoying the boy’s fear, “That is if you wish to hurt your friends. There are quite the few Black Hand guards here. And even if Bakura were to figure it out, do you think he’d be able to do anything if I hold his precious friends hostage?”
‘So that’s why Ezhdar insisted Noir bring everyone!’
“You wouldn’t want that now would you?” the brunet asked sitting on the divan, placing the smaller boy into his lap. He reached to the side of the divan and brought up an odd looking tube like thing. He brought it to the boy’s mouth and forced him to inhale whatever was connected to the tube. “Don’t you think you should keep quiet about this, hmm? It’s only Bakura’s skills I want after all.”
‘W… why can’t I… say anything?’ Yugi asked as the drug started to race through his petit body.
“That’s it,” Ezhdar purred, rubbing his hand under Yugi’s shirt, “Just relax, let me take care of everything.”
‘A sweet… smell…w…what?’ Yugi’s body soon went limp against the taller man. The brunet smirked triumphantly as he saw that the drug had finally taken hold of his little prey completely. He stood up and almost lovingly carried the boy over to his bed, placing him down gently onto the blue and gold sheets. Laughing inwardly to himself, Ezhdar began to remove his robes.
“Forget it all,” he murmured into Yugi’s ear as he slinked onto the bed next to him and started to undress the smaller boy.
‘I…It’s hot… N-No…No..ir!’ Yugi’s mind cried, trapped as his body refused to obey his frantic commands to fight.
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Meanwhile, Malik knocked on Noir’s door, a tray laden with food carefully balanced on one arm. “Noir?” he called, “I brought you some breakfast, you never did come out to eat.” When he got no answer, the blond silently opened the door.
He couldn’t help smiling at the sight before him. Amongst the books and papers strewn all over the room, sat the white haired thief, his head resting on the table on top of an open book. Soft snoring could be heard coming from the passed out thief.
“Aww, cute,” the Egyptian whispered to himself carefully placing the tray down so he wouldn’t wake his master. ‘Poor Noir, he’s really pushing it, even though he can do most anything. It is kinda rare to see him like this though.’ He was about to leave when he brushed against a book that was sticking halfway off the table, causing it to fall with a soft thud which startled the white haired man out of his sleep. “Oh!” Malik said hastily apologizing, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Malik?” Noir asked, yawning loudly, “Is it morning already?” He stood up and stretched, wincing slightly at the loud cracking sounds coming from his spine. “As awesome as I am, this is one tough code.”
Curious, Malik went over and peeked at the scroll on the table.
“Whoever wrote this knew what they were doing,” the thief explained, “It’s a multi-table equation that uses chapter and verse numbers from the Bible. Once you find out the repetition frequency and conversion table, it’s easy to solve.” He then picked up a sheet of paper with hastily scrawled writing on it and began to read out loud. “’The star of the Queen’s new capital, while working on the site of the sanctuary, connecting with the deceased Holy King MCCLXX, unable to display the great gold treasure in her hand.’”
“Wow!” Malik crowed in awe, “I didn’t know you’d be able to decipher that so fast!”
“It’s no good if I don’t understand what it means,” Noir said frowning. “Wait a moment,” he said reading it over yet again for the umpteenth time. “It’s another code. ‘The Queen’s new capital… Could that be Quart Hadasht?”
“Quart Hadasht?” Malik parroted, “That’s Carthage right? If I remember right, isn’t there a legend about a Phoenician queen founding Carthage? And Quart Hadasht does mean ‘New City’ right?”
“Good thinking Malik! That’s it! Carthage is ‘The Queen’s new capital!”
“Well… I was living there for a while,” the blond said blushing profusely at the praise. “I just wish I didn’t have anything but bad memories of it though. After all that’s where I was sold to.”
“Malik…” Noir started, remembering how the two had first met.
“But still, if I hadn’t been sold, then I’d never have met you. Thanks to fate, I got to find someone who saw me as a person and not some piece of meat. You gave me a place.”
The white haired chuckled slightly. “You were like a wolf boy back then.” Malik had been so feisty and wild when he’d ‘acquired’ the blond from the brothel his own parents had sold him to.
“Oh shut it!” Malik said good-naturedly. “Noir?” The thief looked at the blonde, nodding for him to go on. “I-I love you,” he stammered, blushing once more, “I have ever since that day. I love you so much that no matter how many lives I may have had, it’d never be enough.”
Noir’s eyes bulged out of their sockets at the blond’s shocking revelation. It was so sudden that he found that he couldn’t move or speak, he was so blown away by the blond’s passionate words.
“I-I just wanted to tell you that someday.” The Egyptian hastily wiped at the tears threatening to fall from his lilac eyes, “I-It’s okay, I’m fine now. I’m glad I got to tell you.”
“Malik… I—“
The blond placed a hand on the thief’s lips. “I said, I’m fine. Just don’t say anything. I just wanted to put my feelings in order. Being jealous of this and that kinda makes you feel stupid.”
Noir stood there for a bit longer, still perplexed by the Egyptian’s behavior, neither saying anything. Malik started to leave when his master stopped him. “Malik…” he tried again, “Did something happened between you and Yugi?” Malik just smiled then darted from the room humming to himself. “Malik!” Noir called after him.
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The white haired man frowned, staring at the door. “Just what is going on with that kid?” he muttered to himself, “Sometimes I just don’t get Malik.” Shaking off the confusion brought on by the blond Egyptian, he knocked on the study door. “Ezhdar?” he called, “I’m coming in.” Pushing the door open, he saw that the book his friend had shown him had been put back into its case and that the study was completely empty. “Hmm… I’d be sure he’d be here.”
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Meanwhile…
Smoke curled about the room as the brunet dressed for the day. “It’s hard to believe I was your first,” he said to the naked boy still lying on the bed, “I was lead to believe that you French aristocrats were used to such play. Especially a pretty thing like you.” He ran a finger down the boy’s chest making him shiver in a mix of lust and revulsion. “So sensitive,” he said smirking at the boy’s stifled moan. “Thanks to the opium, you’ll soon be my slave. You’ll be begging me for more, my little Yugi.” Yugi cringed and backed away as far as he was able, angry and ashamed at what they had done. “You may come and go as you please,” Ezhdar said, going to leave, “Just remember, stay quiet and none of your friends will have to suffer.”
“Y-You monster!” spat the boy.
“Thanks for the compliment,” he said smirking, “I am the Dragon of Maghreb after all.”
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Noir frowned in disgust at his carousing men. It seemed that their host had yet again arranged for some ‘entertainment’. “Oi boss!” Rex called, grinning like a madman, a veiled girl hanging onto his arm. “Have a drink!”
“Yeah!” piped up a rather inebriated Weevil, “Eshda gave ush wine!”
“Where is he?” snarled the white haired man, earning a pout from the girls lounging with the two. One of them pointed to another part of the room and he turned to see the brunet lounging on a divan with several scantily clad women draped over it and him.
“Bakura my friend!” he called waving the thief over, “Were you looking for me?”
“Yeah, I was wondering if I could talk to you, thanks for the wine by the way,” he added, sarcastically. He really didn’t need his men incapacitated when he might need them soon.
Nodding, Ezhdar shooed the women away, earning him many pouts and whines of protest. “Sit. So what is it you wanted to talk about?”
“I was able to break the code,” the thief said, sitting, “But it makes no sense. But I’ve got the feeling that it may be another code.” He handed the translation he had written over.
The brunet stared at it for several moments. “Hmm… ‘The star of the Queen’s new capital’? Quite a mystery we’ve got here.”
“I don’t understand it that well, yet, but the ‘Queen’s new capital’ may very well be –“ Just then, an irate Yugi burst into the room and stormed over to the blue eyed man. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared as the crack of flesh meeting flesh echoed throughout the room.
“Yugi!” Noir demanded, rising from his seat and grabbing hold of the boy’s arms. “What the hell’s gotten into you?!”
“Let me go!” the boy shot back, fighting the thief’s hold.
“It seems our fair princess is in a nasty mood this morning,” Ezhdar quipped.
“G-Go to hell!” Yugi shouted venomously, spitting at the man’s amused smirk.
“Yugi! Stop this instant!” Noir ordered.
“Shut it Noir!” snapped the spiky haired boy.
“Y-You filthy little guttersnipe!” The thief had had enough. He shoved the boy against the wall and slapped him. Hard. There was a clatter of a falling cup as Malik stared in shock at his master’s behavior. It seemed that their boss’ anger had also sobered up the men, who were now staring as well. They had never seen him so angry. “You’d better explain yourself real quick Yugi, I’ll not have you insulting Ezhdar like this!”
Yugi let out a tiny squeak, but said nothing. The two stared at each other for several tense moments, until Yugi managed to break away and run off deeper into Ezhdar’s mansion.
“Yugi! Get back here and apologize!” yelled the white haired thief.
“He certainly is a handful,” the taller brunet said amusedly.
“Ezhdar, I’m sorry,” Noir apologized, “I’ll have to get back to you. He looked kinda ill.”
“That’s what I like about you, ‘Kura, always willing to help others,” he said in dismissal, “Take as long as you like. I’ll still be here.”
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Noir had managed to catch up to the spiky haired boy, who was now standing in the middle of their host’s gardens, his hand on his still sore cheek and stifling sobs.
“I hit you pretty hard,” Noir said, making the boy jump, “Let me see.” He grabbed the boy’s wrist and made to pull the hand from the cheek only to receive a slap of his own. “Or maybe not,” he said, still holding the boy’s arm. “Damn it, Yugi. What was that for?! Revenge?! You happy now?”
The smaller one blinked a few times, staring at the thief as if it were the first time of ever seeing him. “Ah! I-I’m sorry,” he mumbled shamefully, “I just don’t want anyone touching me right now. You trust him that much don’t you?”
“How many times do I have to tell you,” the thief said, letting go, hurt by the boy’s statement. “We’re like bro—“
“But that was a long time ago!” Yugi interjected, “People change, Noir. It’s been what… six years since you last saw him?”
“Just what are you getting at?”
“That person doesn’t deserve your loyalty. He’s nothing but a—“ Yugi quickly clammed up as he caught sight of a blue eye watching them.
“Go on, finish what you wanted to say,” Noir said icily, glaring at the boy.
“Forget it. You never really care about what I have to say anyway.”
“No I want you to finish it. I want to hear what you have to say about a man you know nothing about.”
“You’re right. I know nothing about your past! But so do you! You’re nothing but a total idiot!” The boy then dashed away, leaving the thief stunned by his emotional outburst.
“Yugi!” he called when the initial shock had worn off. “Yugi!”
The brunet smirked inwardly in triumph as he watched his ‘brother’ head back while forcefully kissing the petit boy in his arms.
“I just don’t get him either,” the thief muttered as he passed by. ‘Those weren’t the tears of a jealous spoiled brat. Just what is going on here?’
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Back in Ezhdar’s rooms…
Yugi whimpered as the hookah was pressed against his lips. “What a good boy,” the brunet purred, “Though I’m a bit disappointed with your behavior this morning.” He frowned, making the boy cringe at the intense stare of the man’s single blue eye. “Noir and your friends were lucky I was able to stop you in time. The next time you decide to act up, remember that it may cause your dear friends a lot of pain, and we don’t want that now do we?”
Yugi nodded woodenly, the opium quickly spreading through his system.
“Good boy,” he purred again, leading the boy back to the bed.
~TBC~
Yami: ONNA!!!!!
Sakura: Yeesh! You sound like Wufei.
Wufei: I do not sound like that woman!
Sakura: Sure you don’t dear.
Orochimaru: You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?
Sakura: As much as I hate to admit it, but yeah.
Yugi: Sakura-san hidoi.
Sakura: Aww, poor Yu-chan! Gomen, gomen, gomen! You should know I reaaalllly don’t like putting you through that.
Yami: Yet she enjoys it.
Sakura: Much to my utter disgust pharaoh. Aye there’s the rub! Anyhoo, tell me whatcha think minna. I can’t apologize enough to all of you Yugi fans out there. But unfortunately that’s how the darned script goes. Well, jya ne!