Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Secrets and Games ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )
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Secrets and Games : Chapter Two
Madeline raised a brow at the position she found her best agent in. The small boy had wrapped himself around Michael's chest and was clinging on to him for dear life. His eyes were still screwed shut and he seemed oblivious to everything except Michael's presence.
"Well." She asked, ice dripping from her perfectly modulated voice.
"I cannot release him without causing further injury." Michael stated flatly, hiding all traces of emotion from his eyes and voice.
Madeline tilted her head a fraction, studying them intently. "Very well." She said finally, as though satisfied by what she'd seen. "The boy is now your responsibility."
Michael allowed a shade of a frown to mar his face. His French accent deepening a fraction. "I thought he was to be released."
"We will be keeping him longer than expected." Madeline turned to walk away, she paused as she reached the door. "Nikita." She called.
Nikita gave Michael a small smile of encouragement before following her superior out of the white room.
Free from Madeline's hawk-like gaze Michael ran hand through his short brown hair in frustration and a little bit of fear. What was he supposed to do with the boy now? 'The boy is now your responsibility'. Michael sighed. I guess that means he's rooming with me.
Motioning to two of the labcoats, Michael requested a room set up inside Section to accommodate him and the boy. The usual quarters he used were not suitable and Michael knew it would be prudent to have them set up the area he'd need to keep the youth drugged.
An hour later they returned. Michael followed them to a large set of rooms. One bedroom with twin double beds, a small kitchen/dining room and a comfortable lounge with a three piece cream leather sofa set. The bedroom had a small private bathroom with a shower, large deep bathtub and toilet. Everything was in neutral or mild tones, the kind of surroundings which were simply there, not to provide stimulation or viewing pleasure.
Michael sat down on the long couch with Yugi still wrapped up in his arms.
"Anything else, sir?"
Michael looked up. "Yes. I need a blanket for the boy."
The tech nodded. He left, bringing a soft white cotton blanket back with him.
"The meds are in the bedroom by his bed. He's going to need one injection every six hours. There are enough set up for the next three days. They've been coded so only you or us can access them."
Michael nodded his understanding.
The door clicked shut, leaving Michael alone with the boy in his arms.
Great. Now what do I do?
~*~*~
Michael woke up suddenly, his neck aching. Merde! I must have fallen asleep. Shifting slightly, Michael looked down at the boy. The death-grip the boy had on Michael's top had loosened slightly in his sleep, allowing Michael to untangle himself.
Standing carefully, Michael carried Yugi to the bed nearest the bathroom, incidently the one farthest from the door and laid him down gently. He checked the chart on the tall metal unit beside the bed and noted the next time Yugi would need his meds updating. Two hours and twenty-seven minutes.
Suppressing the need to sigh, Michael showered and dressed in a comfortable black top and pale stonewashed jeans.
The phone rang. Actually the red light in front of it winked constantly while the phone itself was on silent.
"Hello?"
"Michael."
"Nikita?" Michael pressed down the urge to blurt out his questions regarding the boy.
"Is he asleep?"
There was no need to ask who he was. "Yes."
Michael could hear the relief in Nikita's voice. "Good. Some new information has come back regarding him. They want to find out if his abnormal behavior is caused by that Puzzle of his."
"Have they found anything?"
"No. Not yet. The Puzzle seems to be just that. A child's toy. A very expensive toy..."
"Is it real?"
"The gold? Yes. It's purer than anything I've ever seen."
Michael frowned. The boy had been living with his grandfather. While they made a more than comfortable living from the game shop the elder Mutou ran, there was no way they'd have been able to afford anything as whimsical as a solid gold puzzle.
"Something doesn't add up."
"No." Michael pictured the little twist her lips would have made as she said that. Twisted humor in the obvious statement Michael had made.
"They were reported to be acquainted with the multi-billionaire Seto Kaiba, were they not?"
There was a pause on the other end.
"Yes. Friendly rivals at another children's game. But nothing to suggest that they were more than that. There have been occasions when both Yugi and Kaiba slipped from our surveillance, but they do not act like close friends."
"Keep me updated."
"I will." There was another pause. "Take care Michael."
Michael gave a small smile, hidden as it was by the phone at the concern in Nikita's voice. She was never good at hiding her emotions.
"I will." He hung up.
~*~*~
It was dark. Swirls of dark light floated around him. "Yami? Seto? Where are you?" There was no answer.
"Am I lost?" The sound was swallowed up in the darkness.
"Is there anyone there? Please? Answer me!"
A small light started to shine. "Yami? Is that you? Seto?"
There was a sudden sharp shock of pain which arced through his body. Yugi gasped, falling heavily to his knees.
"Ya..."
Another shock. Yugi was dimly aware to a feeling to total helplessness, floating in a pain filled void.
"Please.....help me...." Yugi whispered.
"Aaaargh!" Another shock. The small ray of light had vanished, leaving the bleak darkness free to suffocate him.
"No! No! Nononononononoononooooo...." It choked off in another cry.
"Yugi." That voice......soft, husky, warm, homesafeneededcarefree. The pain receded.
"Yugi. Hush now. It's okay." The light was back. Yugi grabbed it with both hands.
"Stay with me Seto. Be here. I need you."
The pain left him.
~*~*~
Michael watched as the boy slept on. Exactly two hours and twenty-seven minutes from the first time he'd checked the clock, Michael administered the next lot of meds and set the timer on his watch for five hours fifty-five minutes.
Then he went to sleep.
~*~*~
The next two days took on the same routine. Michael would administer the meds to Yugi every six hours, preventing the boy from fully awakening. Labcoats would come every morning to take Yugi for testing and would return him after three hours, same for each evening at five exactly. Whatever it was they were looking for they hadn't found. On the morning of the third day things changed.
Knock. Knock.
Michael opened the door.
"Madeline." Michael greeted. No inflection in his voice.
Madeline smiled. It was a chilling sight.
"Hello Michael."
Michael took a step back, allowing Madeline into the rooms.
"Where is he?"
"Bedroom."
Michael moved to the living space in the centre of the room.
"He's coming off the drugs as of tonight."
Michael stilled. He hadn't been expecting this. "Why?"
Madeline sat down gracefully on one of the single leather seats. "His tests have come back inconclusive."
"And the Puzzle?"
Madeline flicked her fingers dismissively. "Nothing. We will be able to learn more from surveillance than any more tests."
"When is he being released?" There was no curiosity in Michael's eyes, only acknowledgment of Madeline's plans.
"Two days. Enough time for the drugs he's on to completely be washed out of his system."
"What do I do while he is lucid?"
"The boy will still be given mild sedatives. Enough to confuse and calm him, but nothing which isn't easily accessible from any doctor or hospital." Madeline glanced towards the bedroom. "Nothing which will trace back to us." Her eyes hardened as she turned her attention back to Michael. "The boy is in your care simply because he responds to you. Do not get attached."
She stood, making her way back to the door. "Nikita is up to date with the plans for the boy. I'll send her down later." Then she was gone.
His watch beeped.
Michael returned to the bedroom to give Yugi his meds.
~*~*~
"Michael?" Nikita called softly into the room.
"Nikita." Michael walked out of the bedroom. He nodded towards the lounge.
"I have the updates."
Michael sat down, Nikita opposite him.
"There have been no occurances similar to those which first caught Section's attentions. Operations believes that the boy is useless while he is here."
"What are they planning to do?"
Nikita frowned slightly. "Last night during his tests, the techs planted a tracked in him. They've placed it under one of his old vaccination scars, so it shouldn't be noticed. Once his meds have cleared his system he's going to be placed in Domino City Hospital with a false set of notes. They'll state that he was brought in the same day he went missing with mild concussion. This will eliminate any questions or disorientation he may have."
"And his friends? Seto Kaiba has been pretty insistent about finding him."
"That's been taken care of. Due to a computer glitch," Nikita's mouth curved into a sarcastic smile, "The records were never logged. So there was no-one to find. But since that will be cleared up soon, Yugi will be found, none the worse for wear and back where he belongs."
"And if there are any more....incidents, pertaining to the boy?" Michael asked dryly.
Nikita shrugged. "I think that's what they're hoping for."
Michael nodded. That did seem like Section's habits.
"Michael......The boy is too strange for Section to simply release. They are definitely up to something."
He didn't bother to answer. Michael knew perfectly well the extents to which Section One went to ensure it's goals.
"Getting involved?" He asked.
Nikita shook her head. "No. But don't forget Michael. That boy in there is a killer."
"There's no proof. And he didn't actually pull the trigger. Or force any of the other deaths."
Nikita sighed. "Just, be careful. People have a nasty habit of dying or going mad around this boy."
"I know Nikita. I was there."
~*~*~
Tbc...
~*~*~
And next chapter we find out how everything started. We go back three months to Section's first encounter with Yugi. Prepare for some Yami/Yugi/Seto goodness. Can't promise for lemons, but there will be some lime for definite.
Ja ne!
~Shi-koi~