Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ It is Forbidden ❯ Chapter 2: Decadians ( Chapter 2 )

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Disclaimer: simple… I don't own Yugioh. The only things I own are Yamari, Shinkou, and the idea for the story. Got that?

Warnings: this chapter contains some adult material that can be offending to some people. Nothing too detailed but nonetheless there. If you are offended by this then either skip it or click the back button now! You have been warned!

With that said and done… enjoy!

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{Chapter 2: Decadian}

For every good willed thing in this world, evil is always one step behind it. No matter how hard the world tries, evil will never be destroyed. Without it, however, there would be no goodness.

The two need one another to survive. All they have to do is keep in balance with each other. Nevertheless, there are many out there who are still trying to tip the balance between good and evil. Some were very close to fulfilling their wish, may it be evil OR good.

And just like everything else on the planet, the Guardians have a dark side to them. The Decadians. Decadians, fallen Guardians that succumbed to the evilness in their hearts and were banished to the Underworld. Neither do they live in Heaven or Hell, oh no, they live in the one place where peace can never be satisfied. Decadians are stuck in a world where their souls slowly decay until madness consumes them, their souls only to disappear and never truly rest anywhere.

They were the Decaying Guardians, so came the name Decadians.

For thousands of years the Decadians and Guardians have been at war. Decadians trying to tip the scale for dominance, and the Guardians trying to keep it balanced. After a while the Guardians saw that it was becoming a difficult task to keep them balanced, for the Decadians were starting to recruit not just fallen Guardians, but also lost human souls and demons from Hell itself. With their growing numbers, the Guardians needed to find some way to stop the increasing numbers.

Their solution?

The First King of the Guardians created a precious artifact that was hidden somewhere on earth, away from the prying eyes of Humans and Decadians. This artifact has enormous power, so much that even today it has kept the Decadians from gaining anymore power.

Despite that fact, this artifact has one great weakness. Should the Decadians get their hands on it, they could destroy all life on earth taking the Guardians with them. They could create a new home where they are the supreme rulers. With this power, God himself will be destroyed.

Until this day, that great artifact has been hidden from the Decadians, also from most of the Guardians. Only the king knows where it is. However, after a time everyone's luck runs out… and to the Guardians it could mean the end of their existence. For the Decadians have found the path that leads to the artifact, and the key to finding it lies with the Prince of the Guardians… and the one they call Seto Kaiba.

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The creature with three eyes limped down a shadowed hallway made of stone and moss. Torches lined the walls that were devoid of any windows. Gigantic claws scraped across cold stone floors, and its breath came out in small puffs as the temperature was nearly below twenty. Black doors faded in and out of the glow of the torches. Rats with red eyes hissed and squealed as they avoided the giant creature, not wanting to become dinner.

The demon snarled and swiped at the rats, one paw smashing a victim under its weight. Squealing and bones crushing rang through that hall. The demon gave something that might have been a laugh, a sound between a growl and heavy breathing. It resumed its march.

A large door loomed overhead. With one push of its powerful paws, the demon let the door swing open to produce a chamber the size of a small recreation hall. Like the hallway no windows were present, and the floors were made of stone. A comfortable looking couch/bed was at the end wall, everything black. Other than a giant mirror to the left of the bed and torches, the room was completely bare under high ceilings.

A lone figure shrouded in shadows lied on the bed, one elbow bent and its head leaning against its hand. Black robes billowed around its figure making it seem the night wrapped itself around it. A robe-clad hand beckoned the demon creature closer then disappeared back into the shadows.

"Tell me, Honda… why are you here?"

The creature gave a shudder as its body began to reshape. Snout shortened, claws declined, haunches and arms reshaped into firm arms and legs. Body became more defined and was clothed in black. Ears shortened and hair replaced the third eye. One now human hand came to cover the bullet hole in its side.

Honda - the shape shifting demon - spoke in a low raspy voice, "My Master. Please forgive me for intruding like this, but something has turned up unexpectedly."

The figure on the bed sat up a bit. "Really? And just what might that be?" The figure leaned forward; the shadows still obstructing Honda's view.

"My King, it appears that one of the Guardians have decided to visit Seto Kaiba." Honda took a step closer, "From the looks of him he was Prince Atemu."

"Prince Atemu?!" the man sat straight up, blazing blue eyes piercing the darkness. "Why would he be visiting the human world?"

Honda said, "I'm not sure my Lord, however, it appeared that Atemu was looking for something."

"The artifact," the King whispered, "He must know it's there. King Yamari must have sent him down there to stop us." Sharp eyes glared at the shape shifter, "Did you kill the Prince?"

Honda winced as he applied too much pressure to his side, "I was in the process, but unfortunately Seto Kaiba interfered." The demon's lip twitched with hate at the name.

The king sighed and fell on the bed, "How bad was the Prince's condition?"

"Not enough to be lethal I'm afraid."

The figure sighed again and waved in the demon's direction. "You have done well, Honda. Go rest up then I want you back on post. Watch the Prince. Make sure he doesn't try anything. Go."

Honda gave a bow and quickly exited the room.

"Why just watch him, my Lord? Why not just bring him here?"

The king looked over to see his right hand man walk out of the shadows, his blonde hair falling in front of honey eyes. The king shook his head, "Jounouchi, if I bring him here, the Guardians will know WE know where the artifact is. Also, if I brought him here you would have lost control and ravished the man. Then he wouldn't be any use to us."

An evil smirk came across the Decadian named Jounouchi Katsuya. "I guess you are right. He is delectable though."

"Down, Katsuya. I don't need you to lose control again over your own fantasies. However," the king sat up again, "Honda has proved he may need some help. I want you to monitor the house as well."

Jounouchi smiled, canines sticking out between his teeth, "I finally get to see the great Seto Kaiba. The one person who holds humanity in his hands." His grin widened, "The one I can't wait to break and make mine."

"Jounouchi…." The figure's voice was low and threatening, "I just want you to monitor him. Don't go anywhere near him or his family. If we lose him now then our destiny is foiled."

"Whatever you say my Lord," Katsuyu said in a nonchalant voice. With that he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The figure sat in quiet, one thought occupying his mind.

`Was that such a good idea?'

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Mokuba looked from his brother to the floor. An angel? A real live angel was lying on his big brother's floor. Could he be dreaming?

"Seto, please tell me I'm dreaming this whole thing up?"

Seto just shook his head and examined the angel's shoulder. He winced, "I can't tell you that Mokuba. And right now that's not what we need to worry about." He looked over at his litter brother, "I need you to get me towels, water, and bandages. Got that?"

Mokuba nodded his head and started out the door.

"Mokuba?"

"Hai?"

"See if you can find anything we can use as a splint for his wing. If it isn't repositioned then it could get worse."

Again the black haired boy nodded and raced downstairs. Seto's attention turned back to the winged man on the floor, the blue carpet tainted a dirty color from blood. As carefully as he could, he grabbed the angel under the arms and lifted, making sure not to disturb the wound on the right shoulder that stopped bleeding. Sitting down cross-legged, Seto placed the angel on his lap so his head was resting on his shoulder.

Seto sat there, one arm around the angel's waist, and the other smoothing away the golden bangs away from his eyes. He marveled at the perfect features of his mysterious stranger. Long lashes grazed tanned cheeks and supple lips parted slightly. Perfect. That was what he concluded.

"Who are you?" he whispered to really no one. It was just something he wanted to know.

Mokuba came back in the room, his arms full of all the stuff Seto asked for. They immediately began to patch up the fallen angel; first starting with his wing then proceeded to wrap up the shoulder and minor cuts. When they were done, he looked almost like a mummy from the neck down.

Seto tied off the bandages and nodded his head in approval. "This should do it."

Mokuba picked up the bloody towels, "Seto… how did this happen?"

Seto sighed as he stood up, the angel in his arms bridal style. "It's probably going to sound insane but-" movement in his arms cut him off. Looking down he saw the angel begin to stir, his eyes fluttering madly.

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Atemu slowly began to regain consciousness. He felt someone holding him, making him feel warm and safe and all he wanted to do was fall back asleep. But something wasn't right. Someone was holding him. Seto Kaiba!

Atemu opened his eyes and began to panic. He started thrashing around in Seto's arms until he felt himself being dropped. He landed with a small *flump* and tried to get up. Turning his head he saw Seto coming slowly up behind him and he panicked even more. Atemu lunged himself backwards away from the brunette and crawled away, his weight only supported on his left arm. He felt his back hit the corner of the wall. His breathing became erratic as he noticed he had no way out.

Atemu's form shook violently, his wings forming a shield around him instinctively, cutting off his view of Seto.

He was trapped and scared.

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Seto watched in amazement as black silken wings obscured his vision of the beauty's face. The feathers quivered as the form behind them shook with fear. A look of sympathy washed over his face. Thinking back he shouldn't have moved once the angel hit the floor. But he couldn't help it. Seto was just drawn to him it was like he and the angel were two magnets.

Seto looked over at his brother who nodded. Slowly Mokuba exited the room, the door making a *click* behind him. Seto turned back to the bundle of wings and sighed. With baby steps he made his way over. When he was right next to the figure he sat down on the floor and stared.

He tilted his head and said, "You coming out of there?"

The black wings fluttered then resumed to shake. No reply. He tried again.

"You sure you don't want to come out?" he replied as a hand came to smooth out a stray feather.

The wings immediately stilled when his hand stroked the feathers. Seto noticed they felt like fine silk, cold and delicate under his hand. His hand made a small wispy noise and he heard the angel sigh.

"Will you let me see your face, Angel?" The wings again fluttered. Still there was no response. Hesitating for only a moment, Seto let his hand press a wing aside.

The angel stared at him with wide crimson eyes. He sat with his knees to his chest and his hands balled into fist resting on either side of his shoulders.

Seto gave a small smile. "There you are. Are you okay?" The angel looked around frantically, his wings flaring out behind him. Seto inched forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. The angel stopped moving and looked at him. Again he smiled. "It's okay, I won't hurt you. My name's Seto Kaiba. Do you have a name?"

The angel just kept staring at him, giving a slow blink much like a cat would. Seto tilted his head to the side again. "Can you talk?" The angel shook his head no. A hand went to his throat as if to emphasize his point. Seto nodded, "I see. You're mute. But you can understand me right?" a small nod was his answer.

Seto gave a small smile and let his hand cup a tan cheek. The angel flinched at first but seeing he meant no harm, slowly relaxed and leaned into the hand. Seto let his thumb run along the cheekbone. He had such soft skin.

"Can you stand up for me?" he asked softly?

The angel shook his head, his eyes still locked on Cobalt blue. "That's okay," said Seto, "I'll help you up." He went into a kneeling position and extended his hand, "Just wrap your arm around my neck and I'll pull up. Okay?"

The angel looked away and stared at his knees. Seto could see the confusion in its face and decided he didn't like it. Something that beautiful should be confused on something so simple as this. Of course, he wasn't an angel and being in a new place like this would probably scare him too.

Seto smiled, "Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to get you to the bed so you can rest."

The angel let his hand inch closer and closer towards Seto's extended one. Their hands met and fingers clasped together. Keeping his eyes on the angel's, Seto slowly put the arm around his shoulder, his own arms wrapping around the angel's waist.

"Ready?" The angel nodded and Seto pulled up. Inch by inch the angel was lifted off the ground. When he was in a standing position he tightened his hold around Seto's shoulder so he wouldn't collapse.

The angel looked down at Seto's chest, his shirt open to reveal a well-toned body underneath. He looked away, inappropriate thoughts starting to cloud his mind. His fingers curled on Seto's shoulder as he fought the urge to run his hands along the pale chest.

Seto let a hand come to play with the angel's bangs. "I wish I knew your name, Angel. It would be nice."

The angel pondered this question then thought of a way to help out Seto and give in to his desire. With one delicate finger he placed it to Seto's chest and began to trace patterns across the skin one at a time:

A

T

E

M

U

Seto sighed as the finger caressed his chest. When the angel lowered his finger Seto looked down. "Atemu is your name?"

Atemu nodded his head and looked up innocently at him. Seto could only smile. Atemu smiled back and Seto concluded he liked to see him smile. "Ready to go to bed?" Again Atemu nodded.

With little coaxing, Seto was able to get Atemu to wrap his legs around his waist so he could carry him to the bed. Walking over to the king size bed he placed his treasure on the bed and brought the sheets up around Atemu's legs. "There you go. That should be comfortable." He turned to leave when a hand wrapped around his wrist.

He looked down. "What is it?"

Atemu didn't know what to do to keep Seto from leaving. A part of him was afraid Seto would never come back and the other was he just didn't was him to leave period. He looked towards the window then back at Seto. Atemu gave Seto's wrist a small tug and pulled him towards the bed.

Seto gave a small `ooh' as he figured out what the angel wanted. He watched Atemu scoot over to make room for him and he lied down. Through half lidded eyes he watched Atemu trying to get comfortable, his wing creating a problem for him. Seto chuckled and pulled him over so his head rested on his chest.

"Comfortable?"

Atemu stayed still for a minute then looked at Seto. A smile was his reward and so he returned it. Both closed their eyes and let the dream world take them away to amazing adventures and danger.

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Outside the house, a lone figure sat silently in a tree. Jounouchi gave a deep breath as he listened to Seto's velvety voice. Like Atemu, the Decadian was attracted to Seto. However, his desires ran more on lust than anything else. He wouldn't have minded to hear that velvet voice turn into desperate cries of desperation and pain. That's what he really wanted.

A familiar feeling in his stomach came to him as he thought about the brunette, and he closed his eyes in bliss. It always aroused him when he thought of all of the things he could do to Seto. Jounouchi wanted to see him withering under him in pain, tears streaming down his face as he begged for him to stop. He wanted to feel himself inside of him and feel Seto's body convulse with pain. Jounouchi wanted him bloodied and weak, all his energy spent from trying to escape.

Katsuya gave out a moan as his hand traveled down to the bulge in his pants. Yes, there were so many things he wanted to do with Seto Kaiba that the list was endless. But the thing he wanted most was to be able to break him. He wanted to be the one who broke the Great Seto Kaiba, the man who feared nothing and was a pillar of stone.

His hand began to rub harder as he thought of ways to crumble the stone pillar that was Seto. Lips parted slightly from panting and the zipper of his black pants was slowly lowered.

He could see Seto chained down, his body battered and bruised. His blue eyes filled with fear and sorrow. But most of all… filled with anger. Anger of being broken. Anger of being so submissive and being dominated. His hand rubbed faster.

Seto moaning and screaming. Seto crying as he slammed into him. Seto growling in anger and pain. Jounouchi's pace quickened and his breath hitched.

He let out a loud moan as he reached his peak and slumped against the tree spent. His breath came in small pants as his hand came to his mouth, his tongue lapping at his own essence. That was another thing he wanted, to taste Seto's essence.

Fixing his pants, Jounouchi gave one last look at Seto's window before settling down on the tree branch and closing his eyes. He smiled as his dreams were filled with nothing but a broken Seto.

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Shinkou paced back and forth on the marble forth, her son watching her intently. Atemu had been gone for a while and they were beginning to worry.

Yugi sighed and raised a hand, "Why not just go get him?"

Shinkou shook her head, "My son, I can not. If I leave then your father will know something is up. It's too dangerous."

"Then I'll go."

Again she shook her head. "If you leave then he'll REALLY know something is wrong. Can't you reach him through mind link?"

"I can't communicate with him. He's too far for me to reach him. Either that or he's asleep." Replied Yugi.

Shinkou sighed and looked out the window, her face a mask of worry. Something was wrong with her son. She just knew it. It's a mother's intuition to know things like that. The lie they told the king was working so far. They said that Atemu was so distraught that he disappeared to his secret place no one knew about and refuses to budge. The king only sighed and walked away.

Now, however, the king was getting suspicious. Shinkou and Yugi seemed to be on edge about something. Their time was running out and they needed to find Atemu soon.

Yugi broke her train of thought, "So what are we going to do?"

The queen turned to her son. "Send out the Ishtals. We need to find him."

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Yay another chapter done! I bet you can guess who's about to appear in the story, ne?! I sure darn well hope so! ^_^

Can you figure out who the king of the Decadians is?! If you do then I'll give you a cookie! ^_^ Seriously!

Sorry if this chapter was a little shorter and kind of sucked… I was running out of ideas. *goes cross-eyed*

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Anyway… chapter two done, hope ya like, R&R please and thank you, and stay tuned for another chapter to It is Forbidden!

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