Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Secrets and Games ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Secrets and Games

by Shi-koi

Okay...how does this go? Let's see. First I had a weird dream yesterday, spawning a crossover fic between Yu-Gi-Oh! and Le Femme Nikita, and now, another weirdly vivid dream has made me sit down to write this prequel to a lemon scene. To make things even stranger, it's not your usual Yugi/other pairing. Nope. This one is Michael! Yep. Yugi/Michael pairing. Even though the fic is Yami/Yugi/Kaiba oriented. Jeez! I'm lost already. Oh well, on with the story!

Disclaimer : Yu-Gi-Oh! is not mine. Except in my dreams. All hail the god that is Kazuki Takahashi. For without him there would be no Yu-Gi-Oh! universe at all. <shudders in horror>

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It was slightly obscene the way the stark white lab lights seemed to emphasise the boy's beauty. Amid the sterile white surfaces and metal instruments being used to catalog every aspect of the boy's physical being he seemed ethereal, not truly part of this environment.

Michael glanced over to Nikita, as usual her face betrayed none of the distaste that Michael shared with her as they watched the labcoats work.

He turned back to the boy.

"Fascinating."

Michael stiffened. He knew that voice well. Madeline. Whenever the brunette showed up it usually meant trouble. Keeping his face neutrally blank Michael nodded at her. "Madeline."

Madeline ignored him, gazing rapt at the naked unconscious form on the raised bed. "All of the tests run on him so far have come back normal." She finally said, the comment not aimed at anyone in particular. Madeline knew they were already listening. "Except for the abnormallity with his height, which is far lower than one would expect for a youth of seventeen years, he is completely normal."

Michael supressed a grimace. The boy inside the glass-walled room may be seventeen, but he was measured at being only 4ft 9". About average height.......if you were twelve. His body was perfectly formed, delicate muscles barely shading his torso and arms and a slim, tapered waist leading down to legs long for such a small frame. The boy's strength was guessed to be around average for his size and his body had been tested free of any stimulants.

Inside the lab the masked and equally sterile agents were photographing the boy, the silence of the digital device making the scene feel like a mime of sorts. Even from here, Michael could see the purplish dots of bruising around the boy's slender hips, the dark reddish hue of round bites littered across his torso, some trailing down his stomach to his bared sex. Those marks had been on the boy when they'd brought him in, and no-one knew if they'd been put there with the boy's willing consent. Each agent assigned to the boy had been given the first report of the boy's state, containing facts about him which had made Michael feel sick.

During the boy's first examination the labcoats had found tearing around and inside the boy, along with two distinct traces of semen, this had corresponded with the two different sizes of bite marks. Some of the dotted bruises were splayed out, the size of a man's hand, across his hips. Another set, slightly smaller, were around the boy's shoulders. For the boy's sake, Michael desperately hoped that he'd been a willing participant in their making. Otherwise...With a minute shudder, Michael shrugged off that train of thought, ferociously glad that they'd kept the boy drugged for the entire time he'd been here, barely two days.

"How long before he's missed?" Michael asked.

Madeline trailed an elegantly manicured finger down the glass wall. "According to our surveilence, he already is."

"Then..." Nikita spoke, he voice betraying her confusion even while her face kept it's blank mask.

Michael kept quiet. If Section One were willing to take the risk and keep him here when he'd already been missed, then they had something special in mind.

"We are preparing to release him soon." Madeline gave graciously, something which relieved Michael as much as it terrified him. If Madeline was feeling gracious, then she had something unpleasant planned.

"What happens then?"

Madeline gave her two best agents a condesending look. "We have placed the surveilence devices inside his house, along with trackers attatched to his clothing and that Puzzle he seems to take everywhere."

"Where is his puzzle?" Michael had to admit it was a very strange choice of jewelry for a teenager.

"They're bringing it now." Madeline looked at her watch. "Then he's to be dressed and placed at a location near his home."

"So this is his last examination?" Nikita asked lightly, relieved that the boy would soon be home.

"Yes."

A hiss of air drew their attention. A black dressed agent entered, carrying the puzzle, still with it's chain, on a tray. The agent glanced over and saw Madeline, he paled. Not seeing where his step landed the unfortunate agent bumped against a metal counter, the puzzle flying to land on the floor. It shattered on the impact. The agent swallowed convulsively.

Madelines eyes hardened to diamonds. Before she could say anything a keening wail rose from the bed. All eyes shot to the boy.

He sat up, eyes still closed, the wail getting louder and more desperate. He reached an arm towards his broken puzzle, almost falling off the bed. One of the labcoats gathered her wits sufficiently to grab him before he fell.

"He's drugged to the gills! How could he even sit up?"

Michael saw Madeline's eyes gleam. "The puzzle!" She hissed triumphantly. "He responded to the puzzle."

At the contact of the woman in the labcoat the boy started to struggle violently, his whole body spasiming.

"Quick! Grab him!" The other lab agents rushed to help.

Michael frowned. They could barely keep a hold on the boy. He heard the rush of air again. Madeline had entered the glass room. Michael and Nikita quickly followed.

Madeline made a beeline straight for the puzzle, gathering it up and placing it back on the metal tray. "Send it to the lab." She instructed on of the labcoats. As the technician made to leave, the boy's frantic struggling increased. Madeline motioned for the technician to wait.

The lab workers could barely hold onto the thrashing boy. One of them picked up his chart. She read the name on the front. Mutou, Yugi. "Yugi! Try his name. Yugi."

Nikita leant in close. "It's okay Yugi. Relax."

The boy's struggles continued, her pleading went unnoticed.

"Let me try."

Everyone's eyes turned to Michael.

One of the coats shrugged dismissivly. "If you wish. You probably won't have much luck." Everyone in Section had heard of Michael's icy coldness. How could he get the boy to respond was beyond him. The labcoat snorted and stepped out of the way.

Michael stepped into his place by the boy's head.

"Yugi." Michael called softly.

The boy's reaction was immediate and startling. The wail cut off mid-cry and his struggling stopped. Unbeknownst to them, Michael's deep, husky voice reminding him of someone he missed. Seto.

Michael spoke again, watching the boy as he drew in deep panting breaths to compensate for not breathing properly during his wailing. "Yugi. Hush now. It's okay."

Yugi turned towards Michael, his eyes still screwed shut. Most likely due to the drug still in his system.

The labcoats drew back, amazed at Michael's affect on the boy. Madeline waved to the technician with the puzzle to leave. As the puzzle drew away from the boy, he started to whimper, blindly reaching for his beloved Sennen Puzzle.

"Michael. Do what you need to." Madeline barked out.

Michael nodded. He scooped Yugi up and held him on his lap. "Hush little one. Hush." He crooned softly. Yugi responded by burrowing into his chest, curling up inside Michael's arms.

Nikita came over, without touching either of them she whispered softly to Michael. "See if you can lay him down." She instructed gently. "They don't want to drug him again, it may harm him."

Michael nodded his assent. He made to lay the boy down. When Yugi sensed what Michael was trying to do he clutched onto Michael fiercely, small fists bunched inside his top.

"Merde." Michael hissed. There was no way to untangle himself without hurting the boy. He swore inwardly again as Madeline came over to find out what was taking so long.

Tbc...