Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Psyche ❯ Deals ( Chapter 13 )

Disclaimer: Yugi-oh is the property of Kazuki Takahashi, who is a genius.

 

This is the third part of the Chrysalis series. You will enjoy this more if you read Chrysalis and Emergence first. You will get lost!

 

Psyche

Chapter Thirteen: Deals

 

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OCs

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Ahmose: (Egyptian for: The moon is born) Yami's son back in Egypt.

E'on: Jonouchi's Red Eyes Black Dragon.

Jame: Kaiba's obsessive-compulsively organized secretary who wants to be fired.

Kallon: The Dark Sage and one of the three rulers of the Shadow Realm, though he tries hard not to be.

Kisara: The only female Blue Eyes White Dragon. (Not really an OC)

Koori: (Japanese for: Ice) The largest male Blue Eyes White Dragon.

Ledowr: The Magician of Black Chaos, also one of the three rulers of the Shadow Realm, and is trying even harder not to be. He is also Yuai's husband.

Pepi: Yami's third wife back in Egypt. She is Ahmose's mother, which will be covered later.

Shimo: (Japanese for: Frost) The other male Blue Eyes White Dragon.

Yuai: Yugi's girlfriend, sort of..., one of three rulers of the Shadow Realm. Though she's been slacking lately. She is married to Ledowr.

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Yugi

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Get up. Put on bathrobe. Put on slippers. Go to the bathroom. Pee. Wash hands. Yugi opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. Get up. He pushed the covers back and sat on the edge of the bed. That hadn't been too hard. It was always good to begin the day successfully.

 

The next hurdle however was that his bathrobe was on the other side of the room and his slippers were right there next to his bed. He considered putting the slippers on first, then the bathrobe, but decided against it. He had a list of things to do and he'd do them in order. He stood, wobbling a little as he realized that he'd slept funny and his foot was asleep, then limped over and got his bathrobe.

 

Put on slippers. He walked back over and put the slippers on his feet. His to do list was down by three and it was still early. He congratulated himself and walked toward the bathroom, his slippered feet dragging across the floor in soft muffled thumps.

 

Someone was already in the bathroom. Yugi blinked at the door, a small confused frown on his face. That hadn't been on his to do list. He bit his lip, looked up and down the hall uncertainly then reviewed his list. Get up. Done. Put on bathrobe. Done. Put on slippers. Done. Go to the bathroom… He looked at the door again, it was definitely closed.

 

Yami? When all else fails, consult your yami. It was practically one of the ten commandments of having a yami. It came just before Thou shalt not give your yami caffeine and someplace after Thou shalt dress your yami in leather.

 

Ryou had delighted in breaking the leather commandment. He'd somehow get Bakura to dress in the most humiliating clothes on the face of the planet and then sneak pictures of his darkness. Tucked away in a safe deposit box in the bank, Ryou had an entire photo album of Bakura dressed in everything from an outfit of a fluffy pink winter coat with purple tights and a sparkly pink scarf with pompoms, to a pair of Bermuda shorts, knee high black stockings, a starchy white shirt and a suit coat.

 

I wonder if there's photography in the Shadow Realm? Yugi looked at the door again.

 

The door opened and Yami looked out at him with a mouth full of toothpaste. Aibou? I thought I told you to sleep in late.

 

Yugi reviewed his to do list. Get up. Put on bathrobe. Put on slippers. Go to the bathroom. Pee. Wash hands. Nope, no sleeping in late. He shook his head, blinking owlishly at his yami.

 

Yami spat out the toothpaste, watching his hikari stand mutely in the doorway, swaying slightly. It always amazed him the things that his hikari could do while still mostly asleep.

 

It had taken half the night to get Yugi back to sleep after he had woken him up after his nightmare. His light had been close to hysterical, crying, shivering and clinging to him like a leech, terrified that someone was going to take him away from him. Yami had finally resorted to magic to calm his little one down before he hurt himself or the closest person, which would have been him. He wiped his mouth off and stepped out, letting his semi-awake light shuffle into the bathroom.

 

He waited outside till his light was finished and came wobbling out, looking a bit lost. “Aibou?”

 

Yugi frowned sleepily at him, reviewing his list again.. Get up. Done. Put on bathrobe. Done. Put on slippers. Done. Go to the bathroom. Done. Pee. Done. Wash hands. Done. “I don't have anything else to do.”

 

Yami pulled him into a hug, hiding a smile in Yugi's hair. He'd overheard his light's to-do list. Get sleepy hikari back to bed and cuddle him. Still keeping his other close, he slid back into their room and onto the bed. He pulled his light down next to him and settled him against his side. Yugi snuggled like a kitten, his violet eyes slipping closed as he nestled down, wrapping one arm around his waist. Done.

 

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Mokuba

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Mokuba flipped to the last folder in the stack and started scanning its contents. It was nothing special, just an order for a dueling arena from a company in Los Angeles. He quickly skimmed through the contents and then flipped it closed. He wrote a quick memo to have it forwarded to someone in the international sales department and leaned back into his brother's chair.

 

He hadn't changed anything in the office yet, and had no plans to change anything. It comforted him to sit in his brother's chair. It smelled like Seto and sometimes, if he closed his eyes, he could pretend that Seto was there with him, leaning over his shoulder giving him advice. Besides, Seto was going to come back.

 

He swung the chair and looked out the window at Domino City. He'd overheard Yami and Marik talking yesterday. He'd been coming down the stairs to tell them that Bakura had fallen over and wondered if he should leave the thief alone or if he should pull him off the carpet. He'd been on the landing above and heard what the two yamis had said, and could guess what hadn't been said.

 

Seto was alive and in the Shadow Realm, probably hurt and lost. Therefore there was nothing short of Armageddon that was going to stop him from getting his brother back home. He even had a plan, and most likely a willing assistant. If he'd go through the apocalypse to get his brother back, Bakura would waltz through hell to get Ryou back. It didn't take a genius to guess that the tomb robber, once he pulled his mind out of shock, was going to destroy everything that stood between himself and retrieving his light. No one stole from the King of Thieves and Ryou had been the most treasured thing in his life. All Mokuba had to do was tag along with him and he'd get Seto back.

 

And once Seto was home, everything would be alright.

 

Nodding to himself he got up and grabbed his jacket. He walked over to the door connecting his…Seto's office from Jame's and poked his head into her territory.

 

She was happily humming some song or other and flipping through a set of files. Since he'd taken over for his brother…temporarily…very temporarily… she had been merrily redoing Seto's assistants. The twitchy guy that had nervously identified himself as the liaison for R&D had been shuffled off to working directly on technology for Kaibaland. His replacement turned up the next day, a young woman a laid back Southern California beach drawl and a thatch of wild blond hair. The contract specialist that had made his ears hurt had disappeared and a middle age man with a big rumbling laugh had taken her place. Even the pretty woman who had worked in Human Resources had been shuffled to the New York office and a slender man with an easy smile and dimples that were sure to conquer the secretarial pool had appeared My treasure. That's what Seto had called her. There were even a notes in Seto's Day Runner: NEVER FIRE JAME!!!; Don't EVER discipline Jame, she might get ideas!; Give Jame a bonus; Clone Jame next Monday. Mokuba wondered if Seto had actually started that last one.

 

“Jame, I'm going home now.” He smiled as she looked up at him with a distracted look. Her fingers pausing mid flip. “I have a sick friend I need to look in on.”

 

She was already reaching for a pencil and a piece of paper. “Should I send a get well card and a gift for you?”

 

He shook his head. “No. Don't worry about it. But can you keep things under control here for a bit. I have to…” he stopped looking away. How do you tell someone that you have to get your brother back from the Shadow Realm? “…take care of a few things for Seto.”

 

“Oh, okay.” She put the pencil and paper away, looking sad.

 

He wondered if she was sad about Seto or if she was sad that she couldn't organize a get well gift. He blinked as a vision of Jame organizing a Shadow Realm rescue popped into his head. Frightening thought. What's most frightening is she'd probably do it. He could imagine her checking things off a list. One psycho yami. Check. One stressed out younger brother. Check. One all purpose survival kit. Check. One flashlight with extra batteries. Check. One tranquilizer gun to subdue psycho yami if he gets out of control. Check. One prepaid therapy program for everyone stupid enough to do this. Check.

 

He waved goodbye and walked down the hall. Just a quick stop at home to pick up a few things… All purpose survival kit. Check… and he'd be on his way to get his brother back.

 

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Kaib…errr…Seth

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The library was a probably the driest, warmest place in the castle, which almost ensured that Seth could be found there. It also was the place that he was least likely to be pounced on by his hikari's beloved, which guaranteed that he could be found there, pretending to research a way out of the Shadow Realm. It wasn't that he didn't diligently search through every book, scroll, and scrap of paper that he could understand. He just had ran out of books, scrolls, and paper scraps to study and was now reduced to flipping through odd books that had interesting pictures of dragon anatomy and were written in a language that looked like a long series of circles inside of circles.

 

Master, Master Jonouchi and Ryou want you to join them for lunch. Shimo's mind voice nudged him out of a detailed diagram of the wing muscles of Petite Dragon.

 

Koori is bringing me lunch in the library. Tell Jo that I'll see him at dinner. Seth flipped the page trying to find a diagram of a larger dragon's wing.

 

I'll tell him, but he's starting to worry about you. E'on thinks that he's getting suspicious. Shimo sounded a bit worried.

 

Hmmm. Seth shook his head. Tell E'on to keep listening. I'll see what I can do to keep him from guessing.

 

Seth closed the book and settled back into the wooden arm chair he sat in. Closing his eyes, he willed himself into the corridor between his soul room and his hikari's. He cast a longing look to his own door with it's carvings of entwined dragons but went into his hikari's far simpler door.

 

Seto's room looked pleasant enough. Tall windows that looked out across vistas of mountains; a few scattered games and gadgets that Seth couldn't identify; a rather large picture of a man, a woman and a child; another picture of Jonouchi; soft rugs; statures of the Blue Eyes; and a dart board with the pharaoh's picture on it took up most of the space in the room. Tucked in an almost unnoticeable corner, Seto was curled asleep on a bed.

 

He knelt next to the bed and gently brushed the hair out of his hikari's face. “Seto?”

 

His light's forehead wrinkled into small worried lines, and a fleeting feeling of anxiety whispered across his mind.

 

“Shhh, Shhhh. It's alright. I'll take care of it hikari. Sleep now.” Seth moved to settle himself on the side of the bed to look at his hikari. Unlike the mortal body they presently shared, the damage done to Seto's soul couldn't be fixed with a few good meals and a long night's rest. Here in his soul room, the wounds showed far too clearly. His light was too thin, nearly skeletal. The fine bones of his face showed in sharp angles under pasty white skin. Seto's eyes had sunken back into bruised hollows. His arms and legs were hardly more than slender bones, covered in tight fragile skin. Collarbones, ribs and hip bones poked sharply up, looking like they were trying to cut their way out. And his skin. Everywhere on his light's fragile body, there were bruises, cuts, slashes. His poor hikari's back looked like someone had diligently tried to strip every inch of flesh off with a whip. His too slender neck and wrists were heavily bruised, as if someone had locked and left a collar and manacles tightly around them for too long.

 

Still, he was getting better. When Seth had first woken, groggily trying to figure out why he had been yanked out of his rest, he had stalked into his hikari's soul room ready to demand an explanation. He had found his light laying on the floor bleeding, broken, and nearly dead, yet still trying desperately to act, to protect his lover, to return to his brother, to do something, even when he had less then nothing to give them anymore.

 

Seth still couldn't forgive himself for that.

 

Master, Master Jonouchi is going to eat lunch with you. Shimo's voice sounded a trifle surprised.

 

Is Ryou with him? Seth caressed his hikari's cheek fondly, then leaned over to kiss his forehead.

 

No Master.

 

Silently summoning Kisara and Koori, Seth stepped out of Seto's soul room took possession of the body. He flipped the book about dragon anatomy closed, and got up to place it back on the shelf, as Jonouchi walked into the library with an annoyed, determined look on his face.

 

Seth fought away a smile. His light's lover really was too cute. “I said I'd see you at dinner.”

 

Jo's eyes narrowed accusingly as he gestured around the empty table.

 

Seth arched an eyebrow. “Koori's bringing the food.” He looked speculatively at the blond as he pulled a book on magical barriers off the shelf. He'd read it before, but it was a good prop to distract Jo. And distracting Jo was becoming an issue. Not only was his light's lover too cute for his own good, he was also far too skillful as a lover. Seth had nearly caved in and taken the boy this morning after waking to find Jo's far too talented fingers curled around his shaft and his deliciously clever mouth working it's way down his body to join those fingers. He'd frantically summoned E'on to come in and save him from himself and Jonouchi. There were defiantly times when being a dragon tamer came in handy. Unfortunately.

 

Jo came over to glare at him. Seth sighed and lifted his hand to run it through the light, silken hair of his light's lover. “Don't worry about me, Jo.”

 

Soft honey brown eyes frowned slightly as Jonouchi reached out and ran his finger across a still prominent collarbone.

 

“With you and three dragons watching over me, do you really think I'm going to be able to miss even a mid-day snack?” Seth grumbled, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss against Jo's lips. “Now, if you need something to keep you busy, how about this?” Seth smirked lightly to himself, as the blond licked his lips. “You need to start talking again.”

 

Jo stepped back looking a bit frightened.

 

Seth arched one eyebrow. “You really didn't think I hadn't noticed, did you?”

 

Jo turned away. His shoulders slumping.

 

Seth reached out and turned him back around. “Jo, you need to try and talk. You talk to E'on. I just want you to talk to me.”

 

Jonouchi wouldn't meet his eyes.

 

“I'll even give you a bit of incentive.” Seth pulled Jo closer, luxuriating in the feel of the slender, tense body pressing against his own. “When you talk, I'll get rid of the dragons and…”

 

Jonouchi suddenly looked very, very interested and…predatory. Seth moaned to himself. He wanted his hikari's lover to talk and be well, but he had really hoped for time…lots of time. Time for Seto to regain his strength. Time to get out of the Shadow Realm and give himself a bit of breathing room. A quick peek into his hikari's memory had shown him that the other world had tons of distractions that would keep the blond busy for months, if need be.

 

Before Jo could end his silence and pounce on him, Koori and Kisara appeared with lunch. The blond quickly retreated, biting his lip and looking uncertain.

 

If I haven't told you lately, I love you two. Seth whispered into their minds.

 

You say that now Master, Kisara laughed back, but just wait till Mahado comes back. You'll get all grumpy again.

 

That was justified. I fell over the two of you on the stairs. Seth dropped the book on the table and sat down, gesturing Jonouchi to join him. Seeing my entire life, then my hikari's flash before my eyes made me a bit irritable.

 

You don't even want to know what they do out on the rooftops, Master. Koori's voice rumbled with silent laughter. Little E'on won't be asking too many questions about sex anymore.

 

Kisara set her dishes down on the table and poked Koori.

 

The larger dragon arched an eyebrow back as he set his dishes down too. He then turned to Seth. “Master, Shimo is bringing the rest of the food and I believe E'on is bringing cups and drinks.”

 

Seth nodded. “Alright.” He turned to where Jo was still standing looking uncertain. “You aren't hungry?”

 

Chewing on his lip worriedly, Jonouchi sat down next to Seth.

 

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Bakura

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He was getting tired of the pharaoh and Marik looking at him. They seemed to only have two expressions, pitying or assessing. He wasn't sure which one was more insulting. The pity, which he didn't need. He could go find his tenshi just fine without all the excess sympathy. Or the assessment, he wasn't going to turn into a raving mad man, at least not quite yet. It would take a few days before he started deteriorating without his light to keep him steady.

 

The problem though was to not just the pity and the overly worried looks, it was getting the fuck away from those idiots. If the pharaoh wasn't watching him, then Marik was, or worse Marik's hikari who looked so determinedly normal that Bakura was waiting for him to break out a cardigan and a pipe and call for the Beaver to behave himself. Which of course made him angry, because sitting and watching Leave it to Beaver on late night TV and giggling at Lumpy was Ryou's secret vice.

 

Malik was the one watching him right now. He guessed that the pharaoh was probably with his light. Yugi looked about ready to self destruct last time Bakura caught a glimpse of him. Marik was probably roving around terrorizing the general populace and thanking the gods that it hadn't been Malik who got a one way trip to the far reaches of the Shadow Realm.

 

Ryou, I'm coming. Just stay safe till I get to you. Bakura closed his eyes concentrating on sending his thoughts to his light. He didn't know if Ryou could hear him, but he hoped he did. I'll be there soon. Just be strong tenshi. You can do it.

 

“You want to watch Captive Passions?” Malik held a video cassette out to him. “There were a whole bunch of these here.”

 

He shook his head and opened his eyes. “Ryou and I will watch them later.” He wondered it the hikari got the hint, but seeing the pitying look in his eyes, he decided that being a dimwitted ass was a trait that both hikari and yami shared. Isn't togetherness wonderful.

 

“Okay, uh, how about watching…uh….” The blond hikari turned and started rummaging through the stack of DVDs. “Something Wicked This Way Comes?”

 

“Two idiot kids kill the only cool thing that ever came to their little burg? Thanks, I'll pass.” Bakura rolled his eyes and stretched out on the sofa, at least as far as the handcuffs would let him. Damn the pharaoh and his sneaky tricks. And damn him for magicking the cuffs into being un-pickable. It was going to take him hours to unlock them.

 

A light rapping on the door caused the blond hikari to jump nervously. “Uh…who's there?” He whispered so faintly that even Bakura had trouble hearing him.

 

“How the fuck should I know? Just go over to the door and find out.” Bakura growled.

 

Malik looked like a rabbit caught in an oncoming car's headlights. “But what if…”

 

“Do you want me to go?” Bakura held up one cuffed wrist.

 

Malik edged warily over to the door and looked out the small peep hole. “Oh, Mokuba!” He quickly unbolted the door and let the kid in. “Hey, great to see you. You want to watch a movie?”

 

Mokuba smiled cheerily. “Hi Malik. Hi Bakura” He looked around the apartment, and nodded at Bakura. “I thought I'd come over and let you off the hook.” He held up a briefcase. “I gotta do some paperwork and thought I might as well do it here, and let you go have fun. No use having two of us sitting inside doing nothing.”

 

Bakura growled and thumped back onto the couch. Great. I've just been reduced to not only needing a babysitter, but I'm nothing as well. Just shove me back in the ring and let me die of humiliation. Every member of the thieves' guild is probably laughing their asses off in the Land of the Dead right now.

 

Malik looked like Mokuba had just reveled that he was actually Santa and Christmas was coming early this year. The blond hikari was out the door yelling a goodbye before Mokuba had even set his briefcase down at his feet. The kid smiled and waved. “Bye Malik. See you later.” He then walked over to the couch and leaned on the back of it, smiling down at the tomb robber. “Have you ever heard of the program Let's Make a Deal?”

 

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I owe you guys a lemon. It was supposed to be right here with Yugi and Yami having a bit of “quality time”, but I've been taking too much time as it is getting this to you. I'll try to get it in the first thing in the next chapter.

 

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Review and share your thoughts! Do you guys mind a, so far, lemonless story? Or do you need that citrusy goodness?

 

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Dragonlady222: Yes, that was not one of Yami's better moments. Yuai however, wasn't Yami's wife, just a friend. If you look at the scene where she and Yami are playing mancala, you will notice that she's married to Ledowr and just visiting with Yami. Should I take time to clarify that a bit more?

 

Daebird: I knew when I tossed Seth into the pit of chaos that is my story that you'd be happy. He actually wasn't going to identify himself for a couple more chapters, but I was noticing that everyone just accepted that Kaiba, after nearly having a complete breakdown, could just bounce right back to normal with a good meal and some rest, so I had to let everyone in on the secret a bit earlier then I planned. About the movie, I think Anubis was in the pharaoh's time, but I'm not ready to break out the DVD and check. It was enough trauma to listen to them slaughter Kaiba's voice the first time, I need to recover before I have to listen to that again.

 

The Panasonic Princess: I will promise to keep writing fan fiction, probably not another huge arc like this one, but I do love playing with the stories and characters. Lately, I've been eyeing the mini fic contest and thinking evil thoughts about Sesshoumaru from Inuyasha… What can I say? I'm hooked. Thanks for all the praise *blushes*. I try hard for you guys. Thanks!

 

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Dragonlady222: Seto, as you see, is going to be taking a nap for awhile, but there's still one Kaiba roving around causing havoc. Go Mokie!

 

Clarity2199: I hope this chapter helped a bit. Kaiba was in reference to who everyone (the reader) assumed was sitting there, but it was Seth all the time. Kallon, Ledowr and Yuai already knew that they were dealing with Seth. So, Seto is sleeping in his soul room recovering from all the terrible things I dragged him through. Seth is filling in, and trying very hard not to let Jo pounce on him.

 

Hikari Raine: Yes, come and adopt a sweet little Ryou! An adorable addition to your family. He also comes with a knife wielding yami who wants his tenshi back NOW! All doctors fees and funeral expenses are your responsibility… Good guess, but not quite :P

 

He'smypuppy: Try “Joey's Little Red Eyes”, on media miner. It isn't complete, but it's fun. Seto's very cute. Another cute one is “A Love Hate Relationship with Spring” or something very close to that title over on MM too. It's only a few chapters though. Or Being Dead Ain't Easy by D. Draggy, here at FF. It's angsty, but very cute. Jou and Kaiba are generally paired in tragedies, which is sort of interesting, in a sick twisted way. There was one, which I can't remember right now where Jo's the dominant in the relationship and Seto's a very believable uke. I'll let you know if I find it again. Welcome aboard the good ship Chaos! We have a full line of amentities in this fanfic: twisted bad guys are up on the Ledo deck, a snuggly complement of hikaris and yamis are in the forward lounge, and you might wish to stay away from Neptune deck, since four over protective dragons and their masters have taken that over….

 

Erm: Who said that anyone but the bad guys, a few fish, some unnamed schoolmates of Mokuba's, and a unfortunate Hungry Burger have died? There's been some torture, a bit of Shadow Magic driving people insane, a few unexpected vacations in shadowy places, a squished Celtic Guardian, some terrible fashion goofs, and a stressed out CEO, but the good guys are still hanging in there. I'm glad you like this. It's been fun to write.