Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Heccubus ❯ Chapter 3

It had been nearly a month since we'd managed to give our yamis their own bodies and I was still getting used to how beautiful mine was. When we were walking together I swear people would turn around and follow him to get the chance to watch him for longer. I'd started to lust after him as well, but I'd already started to get weak the way I was before I was given the Ring, and I knew he'd only been logical to refuse me. It wasn't too bad yet, but bad enough that I was reluctant to go out of the apartment unless someone dragged me out. And I'd remembered something I'd deliberately forgotten about my teeth, how they'd been the same way they were immediately after that spell when they'd first grown in as adult teeth, and how I'd forced Yami to take over when the dentist filed them down to a normal shape.

 

It was funny sometimes to see how Kaiba and Atemu would compete over my yami when we were all doing something together - usually because Mokuba had dragged his brother along with him. They'd both flirt with him, blatantly, and try to get him within easy reach, preferably sitting beside them, or better yet leaning against them. I didn't know if he was really as indifferent to that as he appeared, sitting wherever was most comfortable, and putting up with the gloating and casual touch both boys indulged in when they felt they'd won...but I could get him to leave either of them and come fuss over me with as little as a word, or even just a glance.

 

Now I was waiting for a phone call my father'd scheduled by e-mail, and Bakura was beside me, making sure I knew my lines.

 

“You know what you have to say Yadonushi-sama?”

 

“For the hundredth time, yes. I mention that my old illness seems to be coming back, that I'm lonely, and ask when he's coming back for a while. If he tries to offer to stay with me I tell him that he shouldn't give up doing what he loves for me,” not that he was likely to make that offer, “and I make a point of sounding brave. It isn't rocket science.”

 

There was something about the way Yami reacted to my obvious frustration - almost anger really - a momentary tightening of his shoulders and at the corners of his eyes, but it was gone before I could identify it, and then the phone rang, pushing what I thought I'd noticed out of my mind.

 

“Hello?”

 

“Ryou, the dig's almost finished, I'll be coming home in two weeks, I'll ring you again closer to the time, but how are you now? Are you having any problems at school?” Like the ones that had forced him to keep moving me from school to school until I started at Domino.

 

“No, not really.” I didn't even try to keep the weariness I felt out of my voice.

 

“What's wrong?” My father was good at being concerned about me - as long as it was something he could do long distance.

 

“I...you remember how easily I got tired before I was about seven?”

 

“Yes. No one could work out what was wrong with you...and then it went into remission. Has it come back?”

 

“It's starting to I think. I don't ever feel up to leaving my home, unless I have to, and I'm getting lonely...I can't expect my friends to keep on coming to visit me, and going out of their way to keep me entertained. This is the first time I've had friends stay with me...and now they're starting to go away again.” I refused to actually whine, but it was close, deliberately so. Then I made a point of pushing my apparent depression away, and changed the subject. “Enough about that. What about you? Have you got another dig lined up? How long can you stay with me this time?”

 

He laughed, and began answering my questions, and I resented him fiercely for a moment for being so easy to distract. When I hung the phone up I wanted to burst into tears as I turned to Bakura, and my yami seemed to sense that, pulling me into a swift embrace.

 

“Thank you Yadonushi-sama. I know that was hard for you, and I'm so sorry I had to ask you to do that.” His sympathy was enough to push me over the edge, and I cried into his shoulder for a while, before pushing away from him and wiping the tears from my eyes with a bitter laugh.

 

“I thought I'd gotten over crying over his attitude seven years ago. What do you need to know?”

 

“When will he be returning? And...can I assume he'll be flying from Alexandria?”

 

“Two weeks, and that's where he arrived in Egypt, it's the nearest airport to his dig.”

 

“Thank you Yadonushi-sama. I've already told my lovers that I'll be leaving for a while...will you be alright living alone until he returns?”

 

Yami had always been very concerned about me, even if he'd resorted to desperate measures to get my attention the first time we met Yugi - I'd found myself perfectly healed after the next time he took my body over anyway - but it was showing more than usual now.

 

“Yes, I'll be fine. How long do you think I have before it gets really bad, the way it was when I first received the Ring?”

 

“I'm not sure. Forgive me, but...how long was that after you saw your mother and sister die?”

 

“Six months.” And I'd felt a lot stronger immediately after they'd died, no, I wouldn't think that way.

 

“Then probably two to three months from now.” That was a bit scary, but I'd deal with it, and Bakura had secured me the best medical treatment money could buy. “I should go now.”

 

“Can't you stay one more night, and hold me?”

 

“If you want me to.”

 

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It had been almost a week since I'd left Ryou, and his father still hadn't come to Alexandria. I knew because I'd set up a spell to tell me when he did, and if it was too close to his departure date when he arrived I'd have to stay here for longer to fix up my cover. I'd decided to spend the time until he arrived in feeding - or in other words getting laid three to four times a day, building up my reserves in case I needed to spend some time celibate or near celibate. But when I did sense Dr. Bakura's arrival in Alexandria I used my powers to bring the man fucking me to climax immediately and left him so I could find the doctor.

 

“Do you need a guide sir?” I spoke in Japanese, even if it didn't show on Ryou his father's appearance was typical enough of the country to explain why I used the language - and I pushed at his mind to make him notice me, and hopefully recognise my resemblance to his son. I knew about the other reason that would attract his attention, but I never planned to let Ryou know about it. When I felt a flare of swiftly locked down and half repressed lust I knew that I had his attention...his full attention, and used a swift Shadow Magic spell to enhance and modify my innate heccubus ability to know and modify his desires, so that I'd be able to know the direction his thoughts were taking, and influence them, not just his lusts.

 

“No.” He was almost going to just walk away from me, leaving me, leaving the inappropriate desires I reminded him of, standing there, but I pushed at his mind, instructing him to ask about the language, the language he hadn't quite realised we were speaking. “You speak Japanese...how?”

 

“I live by...entertaining tourists.” Let him take that however he wanted to, if the doctor wanted to fuck me before he brought me back to Japan, to Yadonushi-sama, but with a legal ID this time, I wouldn't protest, I'd almost certainly be able to get away with refusing him after that. “I learned the most common tourist languages to help with that.”

 

“Where did you learn Japanese?” He wouldn't believe me if I said it was from raking around in his son's head, but I already had a semi-plausible lie.

 

“From books, and...clients. I'm good at languages.” A hint of stubborn pride at that was in my voice, my health and vitality, enhanced by my most recent feeding shone from my skin as I pushed Ryou's father to think of how hard he'd found it to learn Arabic. Besides that, he was thinking about how fragile his son was, and remembering his complaint about loneliness.

 

“How many languages do you know?” Displacement. I dragged his thoughts back to his son as I answered.

 

“Nine or ten. I'm not sure where the line is between different dialects and an entirely different language for a couple.” I shrugged, thinking of how few languages it sounded when you considered how old I was, although I hadn't counted the programming languages, and some of them I'd learned for the fun of it, not for any use they had. Then I reminded Dr. Bakura how young I was - apparently anyway.

 

“What's your name?” Victory was in sight, as I answered I pushed him towards making the decision I wanted...needed him to make.

 

“Bakura of Kuru Eruna.” I'd been too young for an adult name when my people were killed, so I wore my childhood name with pride.

 

“Kurerunano Bakura.” He'd corrupted my birthplace into a familial designation, but it didn't matter...and I hadn't planned a family name anyway. I nodded in response to the inquiring tone in his voice. “I have a proposition for you. I've got a son about your age - sixteen, right?” I nodded again when he paused expectantly, it would do. “He's ill and he needs a companion. Would you like to move to Japan and be his companion? I'll expect you to help him with the housework and spend time with him.” As he got weaker it would be more like do all of the housework, but Yadonushi-sama had managed it by himself well enough. “In exchange I'd make sure you always had enough money for groceries and the other household bills, as well as a reasonable allowance to spend for pleasure, and I'll pay for you to go to school with my son.”

 

“Japan has really good schools I'd heard...” He'd probably feel better if he thought I was seduced by the chance to learn, rather than the promise of enough to eat and decent clothes, since all I was wearing was a linen kilt that was ragged and filthy. Then I shook his head, stepping away from him slightly. “How do I know you're telling the truth? And...I don't have a passport, or any legal ID.”

 

“I've got contacts who can get you legal ID and a passport. Find somewhere with a phone you'd be comfortable being seen in with me and I'll call my son now. If you can speak to him will that be enough for you?” I'd made a point of looking visibly tempted by the offer of legal ID and stepped just a little closer to him when he offered to phone Ryou. Even when I'd backed away from him I was still easily in range for him to grab me, but that hadn't seemed to occur to him.

 

“I guess so...” I let my voice trail off, and glancing around us I led him to one of the hotels catering to tourists, with payphones in the lobby.

 

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I had to wait another two weeks for my father to get home because of Yami's plan to get himself a legal ID, but I didn't mind. I knew he could have easily arranged a forgery for himself, but considering the trouble he'd gone to so Atemu could have a nice legal identity I couldn't blame him for wanting his own ID issued by a government. It probably helped that my father knew precisely which strings to pull to get him a government-issue ID, if he hadn't my yami probably wouldn't have bothered. I hadn't known more than my part in his plan until three weeks ago, when my father phoned me, and asked me to talk to a boy he wanted to hire as my companion. I was ready to protest, until I heard Bakura's voice in my head warning me that this was part of his scheme, and then heard his voice in the real world on the phone. He'd sounded strange on the phone, and I had to assume that it was part of whatever act he was putting on to get my father to bring him here, if I thought it was anything else I'd probably go insane.

 

When I heard them at the door I went to greet them. I didn't get there before my father managed to open the door himself, but I was in time to help with their baggage - mostly my father's, it looked as if Bakura only had one small bag of carry-on luggage, while my father had all his gear from the expedition, since it had finished. And he had a new expedition to go on in just under a month, he'd be leaving just after we started back at school.

 

“Hello father. Is this...” I trailed off inquiringly.

 

“This is Kurerunano Bakura, the companion I found for you.” He put a hand on Bakura's shoulder, while my yami seemed to study the floor at his feet, and something about that looked odd, but I couldn't pin it down exactly. “I was shocked at how much he looks like you, but it helped me get him a legal identity, and Japanese citizenship.” Bakura looked incredibly young and vulnerable, wearing nothing but thin white linen trousers and a matching tunic with flat sandals. It was probably part of the act that let him manipulate my father, but it was convincing as hell.

 

“Hello Kurerunano-kun. Don't you have any more things than that?” I began helping my father bring his things in as I spoke, even if he only let me carry the lightest bags.

 

“Please Ryou-dono, just call me Bakura. And no, I don't, not worth bringing. Your father has been generous, but he said we'd do better to buy new clothes for me here in Japan.” I finally managed to pin down what had been so different about my yami's voice when he'd spoken to me over the phone...it wasn't as seductive or sensual as it normally was - usually he sounded as if he was talking dirty even when the topic was totally innocuous.

 

“You can borrow some of my clothes until you get something new. And If I'm going to call you Bakura then you can call me Ryou - no honorifics.”

 

“As you wish.” He paused, before finally looking up from the floor and smiling at me. “Ryou.” He glanced around the apartment, biting his lip uncertainly, sending a current straight to my groin. “Where do you want me?” My father damn near flinched at that...I didn't want to know.

 

:You're overplaying this. Stop it.:

 

“Ryou, we do have a spare room Bakura can sleep in don't we?” My father's question came simultaneously with Yami's mental response.

 

-I can't, not now. He'll be suspicious if I suddenly change how I act. And your father made it very clear that I had to be polite to you. I can get more `relaxed' as you `get used to' me.-

 

“There's a room, but no spare beds.” I replied absently, frowning at Bakura. :Alright then, but you better `relax' quickly.:

 

“I don't need a bed Ryou. I'll be fine with just a pile of cushions and blankets.” Was that what he'd been sleeping on before? I'd assumed he'd just taken my father's bed. -I'll try Yadonushi-sama, but then you should seem to like me as well.-

 

“No.” Bakura's reaction to the firm tone of my voice was weird too, he almost seemed to be bracing himself for a second, but I had to be wrong. “Father, will we be able to buy a bed for Bakura today?” I doubted it from how exhausted he looked, and from how late in the afternoon it was. :Were you sleeping in father's bed before you left? And yes, I'll make it clear that I like you.:

 

“No, we can't. Umm...” He looked around the room as if searching for inspiration. “My bed's big enough for two, you and Bakura could use it, and I'll take your bed.” There was something about the way Bakura had looked when my father mentioned the size of his bed, but it disappeared again before I could figure out what it was. “And we'll go shopping to buy a bed, and everything else Bakura needs tomorrow.”

 

-Yes, I was sleeping in your father's bed, even if it wasn't entirely appropriate.- Not appropriate? Why not? -You know, back in Egypt his offer to buy me a bed would have been as good as proposing marriage to me.- I guessed that was probably `why not' then. I could barely keep from laughing out loud at that, and when my amusement flowed through our link Bakura seemed to relax in some way, but I responded to my father as soon as I could control myself.

 

“All right. We'll pick out some clothes for you now Bakura.” I held out my hand to him, and he took it, letting me lead him to my bedroom.

 

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Ryou'd already told his friends not to come and visit while his father was here - at least not until I said they could. I was grateful he'd done it while I was away, instead of before I left the way I wanted at first - until he'd said he'd rather tell them without me present - considering the way they'd accused me of trying to hurt him or something in the memory he'd let me see. So he'd promised on my behalf that I'd drag him out of the house a lot, and bring him to see them, to reassure them that I wasn't abusing him.

 

That hadn't been an option while we were being dragged around the shops to buy new clothes and other things for me, but I dragged him out the next day, under the excuse of getting a tour of Domino City. His father hadn't protested too much once I promised to bring him back if he got tired.

 

“Where are we really going?” He waited until we were well out of earshot to ask that at least.

 

“To find the Pharaoh. Our cover stories give us a reason to know each other, and that lets him and the midget come visit. I can find him by the Pyramid if you'll give me the Millennium Ring.”

 

“Why not let me do it? I know how to?” But he handed the Ring over to me anyway.

 

“Because it takes some of your energy, not much, but I'd rather you didn't spend your energy on Shadow Magic, or anything but living.”

 

“Oh.” The Ring directed us to the Game Shop, and we found Pharaoh no baka stacking shelves while the midget manned the till.

 

“Coming down in the world Pharaoh?” The way he jumped told me he hadn't realised we were there, even if I found it hard to believe that he was so oblivious.

 

“What do you want Tomb Robber?” His hostile words sounded half defensive, so I focused on what he'd asked, instead of his tone.

 

“To brief you on the cover for you and Yugi to visit, among other things.” Ryou'd drifted over to look at the rarer cards, after greeting the midget.

 

“Oh, did you come here to arrange-”

 

“No.” I cut him off. “According to the schedule the Priest gets me next. I'll be ringing around to set up appointments. No, I want my own duelling deck. I'll write out a list of cards, you work out what they're likely to cost, and I'll have one of my accounts transfer that much, plus ten percent leeway, and another twenty percent as commission for you to put it together for me.”

 

“Me personally? I wouldn't think you'd trust me that much.” It was nice to see him so taken aback.

 

“Oh, I fully intend to tell your...grandfather is it? Or did you decide to pass him off as your father?” They hadn't enlightened me or Ryou on which of the cover stories I'd suggested they'd decided to use.

 

“Grandfather, we found an expedition just before he got married, the other option would have him breaking his vows.” He looked slightly embarrassed by the idea of calling the old mortal his grandfather, quite a come down from being hailed as the son of Ra I guessed.

 

“Well, I'll be telling him about it as well, I'll be paying the money into an account associated with the shop after all, so he'll want to know.” At least I would assuming...”Yugi?”

 

“Yes Bakura?”

 

“Do you know the account number for the shop account? Or can you find it?”

 

“Um, no, I'm afraid not.”

 

“Right, then I'll make the list up, and come when your grandfather's here to sat up the wire transfer. But in the meantime we need to plan out how we `know each other' Atemu.” I moved over to the counter to have a solid surface for writing on. “Give me a pen and some paper Yugi, and I can write out the list of cards I'm paying you to get for me while we plan.”

 

“Obviously we're claiming to have been living in the same city.”

 

“Yes, and since you were better off than most you had a chance to get into duelling.” I frowned, thinking for a moment. “One of my clients taught me the basics, and an occasional tourist would pay me with cards, but I usually sold them to pay for my studies, internet access, that sort of thing.”

 

“But you usually used those cards in duelling with me, using a deck mostly built out of my collection with whatever other cards you'd been given before you sold them.” He was frowning at the idea of my treating the cards so casually, even if it was just a cover story. Still he was getting into the spirit of things.

 

“You ran into us as Ryou was taking me exploring, and you'll be coming with your cousin to visit us, bringing me enough booster packs to give me a chance to build a basic deck. Add it to what I owe you for these.” I handed the list over to the Pharaoh when he'd finished stacking the shelves.

 

“No, those cards will be gifts.” Atemu looked at Yugi in shock, and even I was a bit surprised by the firmness in his voice. “You financed the plane ticket to support our cover story, and getting Atemu a new wardrobe.”

 

“You did earn it.” My protest was pretty much pro forma, I was already going to pay them a lot of money.

 

“Was Atemu doing anything you couldn't have done?”

 

“Better. Bakura could have done it far better. He never hurt Chihiro, and he did other things for her as well.” Ryou interrupted then and made the Pharaoh blush again.

 

“If you're willing to wait a couple of hours Jiichan will be taking over soon. You can talk with him about the account details.”

 

“I don't need to know them, I just need him to tell them to the people at my bank.” When Ryou told me that he wanted to stay through our link I continued. “But, yeah, we can wait.”

 

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