Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Psyche ❯ Findings ( Chapter 15 )

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AN: Please remember that Honda got new hair in Emergence. Spiky hair and a motor cycle helmet never made sense to me…

 

Psyche

Chapter Fifteen: Findings

 

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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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Jonouchi

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A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. Jonouchi eyed the prone form of his lover hungrily. Kaiba was laying on a thick blanket in the remotest part of the castles sprawling gardens. His shoulders were propped against the exposed roots of a slender, purple flowered tree, a thick book lay open on his chest and he was sound asleep. And not a dragon in sight.

 

Jonouchi grinned, licking his lips predatorily. The tunic that Koori had shown up with that morning had crunched up exposing the flat plane of Kaiba's stomach. The breeches, that had already hung low, had shifted slightly downwards, exposing a generous, and tempting, curve of pelvic bones that blatantly teased his deprived hormones with naughty insinuations, and memories of just how those hips could move under the right circumstances.

 

He checked carefully around again for any draconic presences, then crept forwards towards his prey. He knew that Kisara had disappeared earlier to go meet Mahaado near the boarders of this world and the other. E'on and Shimo had raced off after a heard of niwatori that had wandered too close to the city and it's hungry dragons. Only Koori was unaccounted for.

 

As he slunk around a bush to prepare to pounce on his beloved, he approvingly noted that there was a basket nearby with what looked to be the remains of a meal neatly stacked in it. He paused, narrowing his eyes. Only one of the Blue Eyes would bring Kaiba a meal. An unfortunate Beaver Warrior had tried it last week, only to have his tail singed by an outraged Shimo. Kaiba was theirs to take care of and no one was going to infringe on their right to shove food down Kaiba's throat five times a day. Not even Kaiba.

 

Jo carefully eyed the half congealed gravy on one of the plates and decided that Koori hadn't been there for awhile. Jo considered the chances of Koori returning to retrieve the basket, then decided to just pounce. He edged closer, licking his lips at the delicious sight of his love's slumbering body. Already anticipating what he would start with. The direct approach… He smirked at the soft, temptingly exposed skin. It wouldn't take much to get those pants off…

 

“Peep.”

 

Jo froze, looking suspiciously around. Koori defiantly didn't go peep, so he shrugged and went back to planning the fastest way to get rid of those pants.

 

“PEEP! Peep.”

 

Something bonked him lightly on the back of his head. Whirling around he came face to face with…a Petite Dragon, and not just one, there seemed to be an entire flock of them bobbing around the branches of the purple trees.

 

“PEEP. Peep peep PEEP peep. PEEP PEEP peep Peep.” They all floated happily around gently rising and falling as they wove around the branches of the trees. Big smiles on their tiny faces as they bobbled along playing some kind of game.

 

Shoo. Scram. Get lost. He tried to bat one away that had started to nuzzle his hair. A couple more bobbed down to eye his shirt.

 

“Peep peep PEEP peep peep Peep Peep.” A tiny dragon caught the edge of his sleeve in it's mouth and gave it a tug. Another was trying to wiggle it's way up his shirt.

 

“Aaahhhgggg.” He shoved it away and bolted towards the castle with a soft, peeping cloud of tiny dragons floating along after him like a string of cheerful balloons.

 

Seth opened one eye and smirked.

 

Master, that was cruel. Koori's voice admonished as he walked up the path and collected the basket.

 

At least he almost said something. Seth closed his eyes again.

 

Screaming because you have a Petite Dragon up your shirt is not saying something. Koori hefted the basket, looking down at his master with fond amusement.

 

True. Seth sighed replaying the sight of Jonouchi standing over him licking his lips. Sad but true. If he had spoken I would have been obligated to not only get the little one out of his shirt, but him too. Oh well, maybe next time.

 

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Yami, Yugi, and company

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Marik glowered at the couch where the Tomb Robber should have been laying, growling, and snarling threats at them. “Well, didn't that work.”

 

Yami shrugged and lifted the opened cuff. A small key fell out of the keyhole and plinked to the floor. “Are you sure Mokuba was with him?”

 

Malik nodded. “He came over after work and said he'd stay with the thief.”

 

“Anyone want to guess where they are now?” Honda plopped onto a chair, running his hands through his shaggy hair.

 

Yugi was sitting, cuddled protectively between Anzu and Mai and looking a little bleary eyed. “I just can't believe that Bakura would…”

 

“Kidnap Mokuba and haul him off to the Shadow Realm?” Honda shrugged. “I can see it.”

 

Mai leaned forward and picked up the key. “I doubt there was much kidnapping done.”

 

Yami snarled and stomped over to glare out the window. “We should have been more careful. We knew the Tomb Robber was going to go after Ryou. Now Mokuba has been dragged into this as well.”

 

Malik shrugged and walked towards the kitchen. “He's a Kaiba. Where one is, the other shows up sooner or later. For all we know he dragged Bakura along.” He opened the door and looked back at his friends. “Anyone want some hot chocolate? It's got marshmallows.”

 

A small chorus of yeses were mumbled.

 

“So now what?” Anzu snuggled Yugi closer as he finally started losing the battle with sleep and slumped against her shoulder snoring cutely.

 

“Marik and I are going after them.” Yami growled glaring at passing strangers on the street below, many of which had a sudden unexplainable urge to run home quickly.

 

“And me.” Malik stuck his head through the kitchen door.

 

“Me too.” Honda nodded determinedly.

 

Yugi made a little snort and woke up a bit. “Don't forget me. I wanna come.”

 

“If you think we're staying while all you manly men go out saving the day, forget it.” Mai smiled sassily. “Someone's got to be able to talk to any intelligent beings we meet.”

 

“There is no fucking way!” Marik snarled, glowering at the group in front of him. Yami gave a grunt of assent.

 

Mai smiled sweetly at them, snapped the forgotten handcuff around Marik's wrist, then turned to her girlfriend, “Sic him, love.”

 

Anzu nodded and stood up. “Marik, Yami, we are friends and we will always stand together. For when it gets darkest, that is when our friendship should shine the brightest.”

 

Mai grabbed Yugi and Marik and disappeared into the kitchen. Yami bolted, only to be tackled by Honda.

 

“Get off, or I'll mind crush you.” Yami squirmed trying to get away.

 

“Sorry, can't hear you. Got earplugs in my ears.” Honda held on to the squirming pharaoh.

 

“…no matter what the odds, our friendship will shine through…”

 

Marik started to chew on his wrist.

 

Yami wailed, “Get off. Get off. For the love of Ra!”

 

Ten minutes later, eerie quiet came from the living room. Malik, Yugi and Mai poked their heads out and surveyed the damage. Anzu was sitting placidly in the rocking chair by the window, talking to Honda in a hushed voice. Marik sat against the couch tugging mindlessly at his cuffed wrist with a look of complete horror on his face. Yami was curled on the couch sniffling softly.

 

Mai looked down at Yugi.

 

“He's actually very sensitive.” He whispered and went to cuddle his traumatized other.

 

Malik wiggled out the door after him. “Mine's not. He's just an idiot.” But he uncuffed his darkness and snuggled him close murmuring soft assurances in his ears while brushing his now droopy hair out of his wide glazed eyes.

 

Anzu smiled as Mai came over to her. “We get to go.”

 

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Bakura and Mokuba

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Riding one of his brother's Blue Eyes was awesome. He'd been worried at first about Bakura, but the Dark Ma…Mahaado had assured him that Kisara would never allow anything truly awful to happen to him, so he had hung on and enjoyed the ride. When they approached the ocean, he wondered what it would be like to go swimming with a Blue Eyes. The curling waves looked warm and inviting and the dragon helpfully skimmed across the tops of them allowing him a closer look. The thief's trailing curses didn't dampen his enthusiasm for swimming in the least.

 

The castle sat above the city like a white diamond set amongst emeralds. Banners snapped colorfully in the breeze of the dragons wings as she dropped down into the courtyard where a crowd of duel monsters scattered. He looked hopefully around for Seto, but only saw a harried Celtic Guardian duck into a nearby door out of the wind.

 

“Are you sure Big Brother is okay?” Mokuba slipped down the dragon's smooth flank and landed next to her shoulder.

 

Bakura, damp and pulling twigs out of his wild hair, stalked up towards him, glaring up at the magician. “Come here priest.” He sang in a sweet voice. “I've got something to say to you.”

 

“YAMI!” A small white haired figure plowed into Bakura's side. “You came. You came! I knew you'd come!”

 

Bakura staggered slightly as his hikari's arms and mind wrapped themselves around him. “Ryou.” He instinctively wrapped his arms around his light, burying his face in his hair. Ryou, my light.

 

Ryou's happy voice bubbled into his lonely mind. You're here. I missed you, but you're here! Don't ever leave me. I missed you. I waited and waited. You came! You're here. I love you. My yami is here. My yami is here!

 

Bakura, his face hidden in his light's hair, smiled a sincere, happy smile. My light is here. My light is here. I missed you. Don't you ever leave me again.

 

Mokuba smiled at the two as Mahaado landed next to him and led him into the castle's hall. The ceiling far above was soft, luminous, goldish white. Large pillars of the white-gold stone swirled upwards in fanciful shapes of flowers, leaves, birds and animals. Around the base of the soft candelabras stood ready for the night with long tapers of buttery gold wax. A small group of people were walking quickly towards them.

 

“Aren't any of your friends normal.” A tall, lanky man with long black hair griped, as he shrugged into a long crimson cloak.

 

A small lady with gold hair smirked back. “This from the man who's drinking partner is the Sorcerer of the Doomed. Tell me, do all the heads get a sip too?”

 

“Will you to please?” A older man with a thick long beard of grey pinched the bridge of his nose. “I know you both consider bickering foreplay, but could you try to restrain yourselves? My nerves are wearing thin, I'm developing a migraine, and I now have a facial twitch. Are you both happy?”

 

The two adversaries huffed lightly and looked away.

 

“Foreplay, as if…” The thin, dark man crossed his arms, looking irritated.

 

“Consider if revenge for the knife.” The golden girl skipped a few steps forward, a smile lighting her face. “Hi, Mokuba!”

 

Mahaado bowed elegantly to the group. “Lady, M'lords.”

 

Mokuba could, now that they had come closer, figure out the Magician of Black Chaos and the Dark Sage, but the little gold lady didn't seem familiar. She stopped in front of him, grinning happily, and glancing back and forth between him and the magician.

 

“Are you okay?” She seemed to be addressing him.

 

He nodded and wondered if he was. Six months ago, he would have automatically assumed he was hallucinating, if he'd found himself facing a Dark Magician, a Blue Eyes White Dragon, the Dark Sage, and the Magician of Black Chaos. Confronted with these four, he'd have quietly made an appointment with a psychologist, requested heavy drugs, and hoped that Seto never found out. Two weeks ago, he'd have skipped the appointment and just gone for the drugs. Last week, he gave up trying to find a rational explanation for anything and only wanted to find his big brother.

 

As he pondered this, the small lady frowned and looked over at the Dark Sage. “Is Mystic up for another round of healing?”

 

“Mystic's hiding.” The Magician of Chaos glowered at the younger Kaiba as the teen blinked at him. “I think she has a good point.”

 

“Fuck off, Asshole.” The lady growled. “Mokuba, it's me, Yuai. Seto and Jonouchi are here too. Would you like to see them?”

 

“Yuai?” Mokuba focused on that name. Mahaado had said something about them too. He shook his head clear and wrenched his attention away from all the duel monsters. “Where? Where are they? Are they okay?”

 

“Yippee for us. This one actually talks.” The Magician rolled his eyes, then winced as the lady whacked him.

 

“They're fine. I think they're out in the garden.” The lady…Yuai?... waved towards the back of the hall. A slender white haired, blue eyed man stood in the door, smiling happily at him. “Shimo can show us where they are.”

 

“I'll see to it that someone arranges rooms for our new guests.” The Sage turned and walked across the softly glowing room and disappeared through an elaborately carved door.

 

“I'm off to get plastered.” The Magician stalked away as well, heading for another door. “I've got to see if those heads can drink.” He waved mockingly over his shoulder. “Thanks for the idea, hon.”

 

“Fine, hon.” The lady…had she really said she was Yuai?... called sweetly to the Magicians disappearing back. “I just hope you're planning on a long bout of celibacy.”

 

The Magician's footsteps faltered a moment, then he continued swaggering out of the hall. The gold haired figure snarled a second then shrugged. “Let's go.” She smiled. “Kaiba is going to be relived to see you. He's been worried.”

 

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Seth and Seto

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Seth lay stretched out on his hikari's bed in his soul room with Seto cradled against his chest. His light still looked too fragile to wake, but, Seth sighed, Seto needed this.

 

“Seto. You need to wake up now.” He whispered softly into his light's ear, smoothing his hand through soft chestnut hair. “Mokuba is here.”

 

A feeling of deep worry rippled through his mind.

 

“No, no. He's fine. There is nothing to worry over.” He sent reassurance back to his hikari. “You want to see him, don't you?”

 

Seto stirred under his hands, nuzzling sleepily against his chest. A hazy picture of Mokuba filter through his mind.

 

“Yes. He's here to see you.” Seth steadied his light as the other shifted again.

 

“Mokuba…” The word was hardly louder then a breath. Seto's blue eyes blinked slowly open. “Where…”

 

“He's with Shimo and Yuai. They're coming to see you.” Seth gently helped Seto to sit up.

 

Despair flooded their connection as Seto slumped weakly against him. “Can't.”

 

“Yes, my light. You can.” Seth held him close. “Here, take my strength and go to your brother. You need him now.”

 

Seth slumped bonelessly back onto the bed as Seto straightened. He blinked around the room he found himself in, then turned and looked at the unconscious figure laying behind him. “What the…?” He leaned closer, looking at the other, then shook his head with a small, half irritated, half indulgent smile. “Yami.” He reached out to touch his other, then stopped looking at his hand. It was too thin, skeletal. He quickly checked himself over. “How…”

 

“Shhh, hikari. Don't bother with that now. Go see your brother.” A soft accented voice whispered next to him.

 

“What…” Seto looked back at his double who looked like he was ready to pass out again.

 

“Go. Out the door…Mokuba.” His other's eyes closed wearily.

 

Seto looked across the room. “Mokuba.” He forced himself to his feet, wobbled a second, the strode out.

 

He was laying under a tree. Koori was standing guard nearby, watching something intently.

 

“Koori?”

 

“Master Seto. Your brother, Master Mokuba, is here, and Master Jonouchi is on his way.” Koori reached down and helped him to his feet. “The Tomb Robber is still in the courtyard. Kisara and Mahaado are watching over him and his hikari.”

 

Kaiba nodded, smoothing the strange clothes down and wondering who the hell Mahaado was. Probably one of his yami's -now that's a concept I'll have to deal with later- friends. He noted that while he may have looked like a concentration camp survivor in his soul room -another concept I need to deal with- he looked fine out here. “How long do I have?”

 

Koori shrugged. “A hour, maybe two. When you start feeling weak, you need to switch back.”

 

Kaiba nodded. “Is everything okay.”

 

“Yes, master. Except Master Jonouchi really, really wants some attention.” Koori looked innocently off at a passing Red Skull Bird.

 

“Hm?” Kaiba could hear Mokuba's voice getting closer. “What does that mean?”

 

“Master Seth feels that Jonouchi is your lover, not his, so he's kept his distance.” Koori grinned. “Or at least has tried to. Master Jonouchi has other ideas. Rather creative ones too.”

 

Kaiba frowned. “What do you…”

 

Mokuba walked around a group of bushes and spotted him. “Big Brother!”

 

Seto strode forward quickly, feeling a invisible knot of worry disintegrate. “Mokuba.”

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The mansion was silent. Only the softest hush of servants' feet going about their daily duties disturbed the otherwise empty quiet.

 

“Where are they?” The small figure with one gold eye snarled softly, gliding through one empty room after another.

 

“Not at the pharaoh's, not at the thief's, not even at the school.” She hissed, kicking a small electronic device that shattered into a hundred pieces. “I need that brat! Where the fuck is he?!”

 

The tiny figure snarled, looking for another thing to destroy, then stopped. “Oh, yes. I almost forgot you, didn't I. Hmmm.”

 

She smiled and glided unnoticed past a passing maid. “And you were such a good little puppet too, with such a pleasing scream.” She purred as she slipped through the front door and walked down the steps. “I rather miss that scream. Now where did you go, Duke? Time to scream for your master.”

 

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Yami, Yugi, and company

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Off to the shadow realm with ye…

 

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Evil Bad Dude

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haha my plans are…well, confusing. How am I supposed to take over if no one is here to take over? Oh damn….

 

 

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Jonouchi

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Oh, why oh why can't I get laid…. It's karmically unfair that Yugi got his bones jumped and I'm stuck with a dragon.

 

Chapter 14

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Bakura/Mokuba- in shadow realm. Meets Mahado. --Okay, I've got to be nice, but hey, here… We'll ride on the dragon, you can be dangled from it's claw like a piece of meat…

 

 

Yami/Yugi- I need a little love… I mean a tiny bit o' lovin'… No, no I mean a small… okay, just kill me now….