Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Leftover Love ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Leftover Love

Disclaimer: I don’t own the movie “Excess Baggage” or Yu-gi-oh. The warning from chapter one still applies.

Thank you to all my reviewers:Steffi Elsen, ladywolfTerri, Sansi, Pharaoh Atemu’s Angel, Queenoftheskies16, Strega, Red Dragon of Egypt, Yana5, SoulDreamer, Rystale ‘Haru’ Tortoise, and S. Chensu and Luff.

S. Chensu and Luff thank you for praising my spelling and grammar but I have to admit I’m shocked now. I can’t spell for anything so I guess the credit all goes to my computer’s spell check. Good computer. (Pats laptop) But I know what you mean about stories flowing better without the mistakes.

LadywolfTerri don’t worry about Marik losing his playmate- he’s going to move on to a different target and if Joey’s smart he’s going to run right out of the city. Course this is Joey we’re talking about so who knows.

Once again sorry to everyone for the long wait on the update- my computer decided its vacation was going to be a permanent one- Oh good news- my story and I now exist. Yea- happy thought. You can now look me up in the search engine.

Ok on with the story- enjoy the next chapter and tell me what you think afterwards.

Chapter Seven

“You want what from me?” Solomon Motou raged, glaring across the chain fence up at the spiky-haired youth who looked so much like his grandson, and yet couldn’t be more different.
“I need the money back that he stole from me,” Yami responded calmly, through clenched teeth as he pointed over at the scowling brunette in a white trench coat. “I will also require an additional million dollars to pay off Yugi’s kidnappers.”
Motou stopped glaring for a moment to study his chief of security. “Seto did you happen to take anything from this boy?” he asked with a small smirk on his face.
Kaiba never took his gaze away from Yami as he answered his boss, “Of course not Motou-sama. What use would I have for a thieve’s possessions?” he spat out bitterly.
“There.” Solomon declared haughtily, shifting his gaze back to the large yacht docked behind them on Motou’s private docks. “My security chief has denied the outrageous charge that he stole anything from you. And I refuse to give any more money towards getting my grandson back since I already tried giving away a million dollars of my hard earned money for him. It’s not my fault that no one bothered to take it the first time. Now go and get out of my sight before I have you arrested for kidnaping. And tell my grandson I expect him home by dinner.”
With that Motou turned to head back to his yacht, a place he had been using for a conference when Yami burst in on them unexpectedly. “Wait!” Yami called frantically, grabbing the metal fence that separated him from his aibou’s family and shaking it harshly.
“What more do you want Mr. Sands?” Kaiba asked coldly, his ice blue eyes warning the dangers of wasting his time, his hand automatically creeping towards his pistol.
“Yugi’s in real danger this time Kaiba. He needs your help, I can’t help him alone- I don’t have the money.” Yami pleaded. “Please he’s your family.”
“I’m quite aware that Yugi is related to me Mr. Sands,” Motou replied coldly, “However Yugi is always in danger and he is always in need. You have no idea about the amount of money, time, and resources I have wasted on that boy. And now this- don’t lie to me Mr. Sands, I know there was never any kidnaping. I’m tired of it all. I wash my hands of the boy, do what you want but you won’t get a cent from me.” With this last comment, Solomon Motou was gone, back into his expensive yacht and his world of business.
“Kaiba please help me.” Yami begged, now desperately clinging to the metal fence with only one hope left.
Seto Kaiba glared for a moment at the crimson-eyed youth across the dock from him, then he sighed. “Yugi is out of options Mr. Sands. He’s picked his path and now he has to deal with where it leads. Alone.” Kaiba left as well, without a second glance back.
“Some family.” Yami muttered under his breath as he watched the yacht drift off slowly up the river.

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Yugi really didn’t appreciate the way the bleached blond was looking at him. Some might call his intense gaze lust, others might refer to it as hunger. Yugi was going to categorize it as he saw it- about 10 seconds from jumping him. If only Marik was Yami, he would be in heaven right now. And if only Marik would get the hell off his lap.
“Marik would you please do me a favor,” Yugi asked with a coy smile at the man ogling him.
“Anything for you Yugi-kun,” Marik purred, rubbing the boy’s cheek, “Oh anything but untying you.” he added.
"Well if it wouldn't be too much to ask could you please get the hell away from me before I end up putting something somewhere you'd regret?" Yugi asked sweetly. Marik smirked at the smaller boy and leaned closer.
"What makes you think I'd regret it? If you wanted to play Yugi-boy all you have to do is ask." Yugi scowled and tried to restrain the desire to do bodily harm to his kidnapper. The blond leaned even closer, his hands trailing slowly along Yugi's body and suddenly all peaceful thoughts vanished.
Marik finally moved away from him as he held his hand up to his nose, trying to stop the drops of blood from spattering on his shirt. "Yugi-kun if you wanted to give me a love bite you aimed for the wrong place. But don't worry, I'll show you the proper way to do it." Once again Marik invaded the smaller boy's space, but this time Yugi got a reprieve.
"Marik leave him alone we have other things to do." Bakura spoke up for the first time since they had arrived at the two thieves hideout, yet another car showroom.
Marik pouted but obeyed his partner after he bestowed a final kiss on Yugi's forehead. Some of the blood from his nose rubbed off on the tri-colored youth's face making him look deathly pale. Marik looked thoughtfully at the youth before smiling. "You look good with blood on you Yugi-kun. Just like a perfect little doll. We'll have to add some more later." he promised before the two thieves drove out of the showroom, leaving Yugi alone to shudder in anticipation.
"Hell no, I'm not staying." Yugi muttered to himself. He had been waiting for this moment alone ever since Marik pulled him out of the trunk and tied him to a chair. He was upset that Yami wasn't here to save him but there was no way he Yugi Motou, was going to just sit quietly and let a pervert like Marik feel him up while he waited for his knight in shining armor to save him. He didn't need him. He didn't need anyone.
Quickly Yugi pulled his wrists free of the loosely knotted mess Marik had thought could hold him to his chair. Once free, Yugi glanced around his surroundings. The door to the street was locked, and garage door Bakura and Marik left through locked as well. He supposed he could try hot-wiring a car and driving through the garage door, the destruction he caused the shop would please him to no end but the door seemed fairly strong and while blowing up the two thieves's source of income was a happy thought, splattering his brains across their garage door in an escape attempt was not.
Instead he looked towards the inside of the shop, maybe a second exit or a phone. The showroom was rather classy as opposed to Yami's broken down junk heap of a place. This one had glass walls surrounding the showroom floor making it easy to see that upstairs was the office. Yugi made his way upstairs slowly, frantically looking to see if there was someplace in this glasshouse he could hide from the thieves if they returned soon. Finding nothing he hurried to the phone in the office and picked it up, listening to the dialtone as his hand posed over the numbers.
Who to call? He didn't think Yami had a cell phone. His grandfather wouldn't want to hear from him now. And the police were the last people he wanted to involve at the moment. Sighing, Yugi dialed a number he swore he would never use in a million years. Who knew time would pass so quickly?
"What do you want?" a cold voice demanded from the receiver.
"Seto, please I need help." Yugi begged the phone, hating this moment of weakness in him. The phone was quiet for a moment before Kaiba replied to him.
"I already told Yami no, Yugi. Stop wasting my time."
'Oh Ra, Yami had gone to Seto? Maybe he was trying to save him.' Yugi pondered. "Look Seto this isn't a joke. I've never been more serious in my life. That's why I called you. I don't want money or attention I just want someone to get me out of this warehouse before Bakura and Marik come back and kill me. Please."
Another unnaturally long pause before Seto spoke again. "Where are you?"
As Yugi opened his mouth to thank Seto and admit he had no idea where he was, a loud rattling noise interrupted him. The garage door was being pulled open again. Falling to the floor, to hide under the desk he hissed into the phone, "Ask Yami." then he disconnected the phone and hoped to Ra that no one would find him. It wasn't that obvious hiding under a desk, right? Below him he heard Bakura angry yell at discovering the empty chair and then Marik’s silky voice chuckling. “Come out, come out wherever you are little boy” he sang. Yugi shuddered and decided that maybe hiding somewhere else would be a better bet.

Tbc...

Ok I think that’s it for this chapter. The story is finally getting towards a conclusion- I don’t think there’s too much left. Next chapter is another one of those lovely reunion stories where everyone comes to party and shoot each other. I doubt they’ll be alcohol involved though...I’m a terrible host.


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