Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Purple ❯ tell it through the door ( Chapter 4 )

So, what's on today's what-to-do list? First... the disclaimer. O.o What the?! Again??-.-; People should know by now that no strange author with the weird name Picaro owns Yugioh. It's all that Takahashi-guy's one... But one can still dream, right? I also have to apologize for the more than long time my updates are currently taking. There's no excuse for that. I'm right now stuck within my final examination exams before finishing school and am struggling to rehearse all the stuff we´ve learned during the past five years. That´s not gonna change till end July. T.T Sorry.

As a final note, great credits for this chapter are going to Rose Metal and Relinquished, who quickly jumped in when my original beta of this story got banned from her computer and did a more than great job betaing and prove-checking this chapter! You guys rock!!

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I woke up the next morning with a feeling of dread in my guts. Letting my eyes wander, I concluded that there really was nothing justifying it, since everything seems to be alright, yet the feeling still stayed. Grumbling to myself, I climb out of bed and quickly got myself dressed and halfway presentable (as much as a passionately psycho Egyptian spirit wannabe can get), before deciding to check on Kaiba again.

Damn it. And to think that it was my first good night's sleep in, I don't know how long as well! Theoretically, it was my first good night's sleep in my whole time of existence at all! Anyway, don't look at me like that. Until some days ago, I didn't even have my own body, and the times I took over my other self's were rather scarce, considering that Rishid needed to be at least unconscious and the other Malik really lost control.

In short, just during what little time I had to get rid of that psychotic old bastard-man of ours - (and get rid of him I did for good, I might add... What? Flaunting myself with something one's not even supposed to be proud of? Hey, I did know that guy first hand and am telling you that it's for the better that he's gone, what about you?) - and the short span during my clash with the Pharaoh and co in Battle City. That isn't truly much, you must admit. Also, don't think I would've allowed myself to sleep properly back then. No, most definitely nothing I would do with my dear 'sister' Isis and the others still on my back.

That woman was trying to kill me. Or rather, trying to get others to kill me, since she herself is too pathetically weak in both physique and mind to match up against me. Not to mention that I wouldn't have put it past some of the other duellists participating as well. No, it most definitely had been a good thing to stay on my watch all the time (as the little quarrel with Yami no Bakura and my weak other self had proven. Honestly, that fool! Didn't he ever notice that the tomb robber was just using him like he pleased? Poor, pathetic little fool)

Although it did put our body through a lot of strain. Against the beginning of the final battle, I swear one could already see the blood pump through the veins of my/our body whenever I was excited... And I'm excited easily.

I just hoped that this new, solely mine, body wouldn't tire that quickly as well. That'd be so embarrassing, so pathetic...who was I trying to fool? Being made the spirit of the Sennen Rod was already the ultimate degradation! If my body was weak now as well, or not, truly didn't matter anymore.

Immersed in such thoughts, I trudged down one of the many corridors of Kaiba Manor, absentmindedly looking for the one that would lead me to Kaiba Seto's sleeping quarters.

Hmm, I really should get used to call him by his first name.

My lips twitched into a malicious grin. It sounded better than his family name anyway. Seto. Turmoil. A thoroughly fitting name, considering how the blue-eyed brunette tended to leave things in his wake. There it was. Having reached the right door, I carelessly push it open, trusting my (questionable) luck to that the other was still asleep.

Sauntering inside, I can't help but grin again at the sight that greeted me. Like expected, Seto was still asleep (unconscious?) but he had to have obviously moved during the night. How else could you explain the way the brunette was lying on the mattress now, tangled in the sheets; his long limbs sprawled widely and an utterly relaxed expression on his face? Despite that fact, he still somehow managed to look strangely cute, in an elegant sort of way.

Silently shaking my head at the impossible sleeping stance as well as the conclusion that there really had to be something wrong with my head, I stepped closer, intending on continuing my watch from yesterday evening.

I had stayed there till the late night, watching the teen CEO sleep and hanging after idle thoughts of how exactly I was going to extract revenge on the pharaoh. Just after I had started shivering rather badly I had realized that I would have to dry myself off as well, and had later on just made myself comfortable in one of the many guest rooms. Until that stupid feeling had woken me up.

Despite the tranquillity of the moment, it's still there, lingering on the edges of my mind and nagging away on them. It was... strange, that feeling. Like standing outside on top of a really high building in the middle of a thunder storm. (Definitely not a good thing to do when wearing as much golden jewellery as I and my other self do.)

Trying to calm down my tensed nerves, I absentmindedly reach a hand out and brushed some stray strands of auburn hair out of Seto's face. With a soft sigh, the sleeping brunette leaned into the touch, indirectly nuzzling my hand. I blink, surprised.

What the hell was that for a kind of behaviour??

Puzzled to no end, I simply let him continue, the thought of drawing my hand back not even crossing my mind. Somehow... ..Seto's skin felt good against my fingers, it was somehow... nice. Just like his touch as well.

Of course, somebody had to choose that particular moment to start a staccato knocking against the front door. Rather loudly, too.

Startled, I jump at the sound, before jerking back and regaining my senses. Next to me, Seto murmurs something inaudible against the sheets and turned so that his back is now facing me. I feel a silent growl rise in my throat at the loss of the comforting contact. Muttering some angry treats under my breath, I turn and prepare to face whoever had had the guts to ruin our moment (and once again, no, I'm not possessive. Slightly psychotic with an inkling to sadism, yes. Possessive, no.) Halfway down, however, my bad feeling returns again, twice as strong as before.

So strong, actually, that I stopped in my path and abruptly opted for a change of plans. A light frown starts to crawl over my face. I don't like this. It's just the same feeling as when I was forced to change back places with my other self during the final battle of Battle City, and he forfeited the game. Although we still could have won! How I hate him for that, and his overly friendly attitude immediately after-!!

Finding myself a room with a window that provided a decent view to the front door, I feel my eyes widen as my worst suspicions are confirmed. It's the Pharaoh no baka and that diminutive omote of his!

Growling a silent, but (very!) passionate curse under my breath, I resist the urge to find something possibly heavy and drop it onto his head. Though that big vase over there in the corner was rather tempting...Sorrowfully it wouldn't do me and my plan any good if I was to be noticed over here already so soon.

So, no squished Pharaoh.

Sadly.

I watched as the tri-colour-haired spirit knocked on the door, cocky as ever, demanding to be let in. When, after several more minutes, nobody had answered, he turned to talk to his childish other self. A deep scowl was marring my face while I watched them. Just how exactly did they come here, anyway? I somehow doubt this was just some type of regular, 'checking on my sort-of enemy' type of visit. It's far more likely that somebody had sent them. My frown deepened. Mokuba! That little brat must have sensed something last night and had promptly nothing better to do but to run to the self-righteous pharaoh and his cheerleaders for help.

If looks would have been able to kill then the Game King and his chibi-me would have been long dead. Slinking back into the shadows, I consider my possible choices of action. Stupid Pharaoh and his little omote just had to come and ruin my fun, didn't they?! ... I didn't just call spending time with an amazingly peaceful looking, sleeping Seto Kaiba fun, did I?

My insanity's progressing rapidly...

The two undersized ones are still trying to gain entry. I don't need to mention that they could wait until they were old and grey, if it were up to me. Of course, considering Yami no Yugi, he is already ancient anyway. Sinking further back, I hoped that the pharaoh wouldn't be somehow able to sense my presence. Mutou making a fuss and calling up whomever he knows was the last thing I needed right now. Absentmindedly, I couldn't help but wonder just how much more noise it was going to take to finally wake Kaiba- chan up.

Slowly I'm beginning to think I'd really sent him into a coma.

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"He doesn't answer... Do you think something's wrong with Kaiba-kun, mou hitori no boku?"

The millennium spirit answered only with but a thoughtful sound. Giving the massive gates a considering stare, Yami no Yugi slowly said.

"I don't think so... He's probably just already left for work."

Yugi Mutou gave him a disbelieving look. "Work? It's a public holiday!" The taller, almost identical doppelganger version of the younger teen merely shrugged his shoulders. "You know how he is."

Yugi gave his the dark spirit a mildly reproachful look. During the time they knew them, both Kaiba brothers had turned out to be quite decent people (especially Mokuba, if he wanted to). Though Seto, too, had proven to be not half the monster most of humanity seemed to see him as. No matter how twisted he was, it had not happened without reason. Yami no Yugi had noticed that little fact too (besides others), but was still grudging to actually show it.

Yugi couldn't help but give a sly smile at his next words.

"You could at least act as if you cared about him, you know."

"Oh, I'm caring, I'm caring."

Yami was obviously not paying any attention to any of his words. Yugi grinned. If they were already shooed out of bed by an anxious sounding Mokuba, asking them to check on his brother and having nothing better to reason his plea with than 'having a bad feeling', he could at least use the rare chance and ruffle his dear (but sometimes a little bit over-confident) other self's composure.

"Suure, just gives one the question how much actually."

The late Pharaoh Atemu raised a slender eyebrow at that comment. Ever since he'd acquired his own physical body, their relation had gotten even better (if possible), although he had to suffer the younger boy's sometimes quirky humour from time to time.

With a sigh on his lips, he asked. "What are you trying to imply, aibou?"

Yugi grinned. "Nothing, nothing, just that you seem to pay Kaiba-kun far more attention than you already did before, ever since you regained your memories."

The dark spirit flinched.

"Aibou... that's truly no matter I want to discuss right now."

Yugi just grinned at him, silently savouring his little victory. Yami no Yugi gave him a slightly annoyed look (since one could never be truly annoyed with the chibi duellist). Before he had any chance to chide his impish omote, however, a strange feeling tingled at the edge of his senses.

"-!!"

Swirling around, his sharp, ruby-red eyes focused on a particular window at the first storey. Next to him, Yugi gave a questioning look, light confusion shining in his violet eyes.

"Mou hitori no boku? Something wrong?"

Yami frowned.

"Maybe..."

Noticing how the confusion in his aibou's eyes, mixed with silent worry, he added.

"Nothing definite- Just... I can't help but feel that we're being watched. And it's nothing good either..." He trailed off, his eyes still focused on the room in the upper façade of the mansion.

"There's something, like an aura, surrounding the house. It's...- I can't put a finger on it, but it's certainly not good. Evil. Wicked. Nothing one would want to be around. ..." He trailed off, eyeing the estate with a thoughtful look. "As if something in it doesn't wants us here."

Yugi directed his attention on the mansion as well. Giving a light nod, he answered. "You're right, mou hitori no boku. It really is unfriendly... I wonder how Kaiba-kun and Mokuba-kun can stand living here."

The ancient spirit was silent for a thoughtful moment.

"Maybe they're used to it. Humans can withstand a lot when they really want to. -And like I know Kaiba, he'd rather die than actually admit defeat to a simple feeling like that."

"Un."

Yugi nodded, stifling a small giggle. "Probably you're right. Kaiba-kun is really pretty headstrong. Almost as headstrong as somebody else I know." The last part was added with a playful grin. Yami no Yugi rolled his eyes.

"Will you knock it off, aibou?"

Yugi grinned brightly.

"Never!"

The spirit of the Sennen Puzzle just sighed, shaking his head in silent defeat. Next to him, Yugi started fidgeting.

"Mou hitori no boku? What should we do now? It's rather obvious that nobody will answer..."

Yami no Yugi's expression turned back to serious.

"We'll leave for now."

Trailing his red eyes over the first storey's windows, his expression changed into a frown. "But we will come back here again..."

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"Finally."

A deep growl escaped my chest as I watch the two short duellists leave. I'd thought they'd never want to leave! Making sure that they were gone for good, I gave the direction they went to a last, dark look before returning to where I left Kaiba.

Hmm... I really wonder when he will wake up again. I don't really have anything against dealing with an unconscious doll at moments, but right now, it was slowly getting boring.

"Maybe I should..."

Being deep in my thoughts, I didn't notice the door until it was too late and it was rammed into my face.

"GAH-!!!"

Clutching my poor, damaged nose (that had met the full brunt of the hard wood), I stumbled back onto the floor. Where the hell did THAT come from?!

"Gomen, I didn't expect anyone to be standing - Ishtar?!"

The deep, somewhat familiar voice dropped off as somebody stepped out of the room. Looking up, I met eyes with an equally surprised Seto Kaiba. Shock-widened, oceanic blue eyes blinked at me in surprise, before changing into a frown.

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

Ouch. That sounded already a lot more like the Kaiba I know from Battle City. The tone had dropped from melodic deep to a hundred grades below zero icy within seconds as he'd recognized who he'd knocked down with the door.

Still holding my injured facial part (man, that hurt!), I smirked lightly at the tense brunette.

"Why, hello there, Kaiba Seto-kun, to you too."

The glare of his stunning blue eyes turned deadly, while he raised his head a bit, clearly defiant. I silently smirked to myself.

"The answer to my question... blondie."

The last part was added with a superior smirk.

I flinch at the cold mocking (and even more at the annoying nickname), but restrained myself from doing anything drastic. When I wanted my beautiful plan to work I would need the unnerving blue eyes intact, in one piece and on my side. So I'd have to keep playing nice, as much going against my nature as it was.

So, instead, with my hands still placed over my nose, I retorted. "Thanks to you trying to nurse my broken nose. "Adding, with a blaming look, I grumbled. "Is that always the way you express your gratitude for being saved from spending the weekend cold out on your office floor?"

Realization flickered through Seto's intensive eyes, before getting shoved aside from a distant look again. Still, his surprise stayed evident to me.

"You were...- It was you who brought me here?"

The blue-eyed teen couldn't quite keep the incredulousness out of his words as he gave me a wagering stare. I answered his expression with a dry grin.

"Yes, it was... Strange as it may sound."

Seto quirked an eyebrow, but remained otherwise silent. Mentally shrugging my shoulders at this, I slowly tried to stand up - and hissed loudly in pain as a wave of nausea washed over my head from the motion.

"Ow! Fuck! Kaiba, your door really has a hard punch!"

He grinned wryly at that.

"Or maybe it's just you being a bit of a cry-baby."

My head shot up at the new insult.

"Omae-"But I'm getting ignored completely again.

Striding past me, Seto vanished into one of the adjoining rooms and returned quickly with a wet washcloth in his hand. Offering it to me, he smirks. "So that I can at least understand you when you're complaining."

Now it was at me to blink at him, surprised.

Kaiba sounds actually more... amused with the whole situation than surprised. He stayed nonetheless attentive, though.

"Come with me to the living room. I still have some more questions for you to answer."

Not knowing what else to do, I just did what he ordered.

Gaining a really nice back view of Seto's assets in the process, by the way.

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