Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Time on a Chain ❯ chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
ÿþ Disclaimer: I don t own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or any of the characters in it. All I own is a

few cards and Willow. {Please don t sue me. I got nothing you re interested in}

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Time on a chain



Chapter One





Seto watched as Moki ran down the stairs to the waiting car. He was taking his friends to

the Golden Arcade for the evening.  Bye Seto I ll be back at 10:30"



He wished he had some friends. Yugi had told him over and over that they would be his

friends but after all the things that he had done he knew that they would only tolerate him out of

guilt. But Mokuba hadn t done the things he had so he trusted them with Moki; even the

 Mutt . For some reason Joey Wheeler liked Moki. And Moki liked Joey  Go figure!



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Willow grunted and straightened. She was tired, wet, cold, hungry, and pissed. Why

couldn t she get an assignment that didn t involve travel in the shadow lands just once? She

didn t mind that she was a killer, that was what she was good at. She had been an assassin since

the age of 12 (or was it 13) she wasn t really sure. There was a discrepancy in the time flow

between the  real world and the shadow lands. It confused her sometimes; but what was as

confusing was that she didn t age in that place. So while she was 17 in the real world she had

spent six years with the sensai and another eight killing.



She had to admit that she really didn t mind much. She wasn t social. She had a rotten

reputation, so bad that even the worst cut-throat took one look at her and backed up. She had

that look. The one that said,  How short do you want your life to be? She was unassuming to

look at; four feet, nine inches tall with a mop of screaming red hair and purple eyes, with tiny

gold flecks swirling in them. But when her eyes turned all molten gold; grown men pissed

themselves.



Her job was to get in places that others couldn t and to kill the unkillable. She had even

taken on daemons and won. At what cost she couldn t say; she didn t feel anymore, not like

other girls or even men. She felt empty and cold, so cold, even when she lost her fabled temper;

that was cold too.



Maybe it was time to quit, or die. She wasn t afraid to die. It didn t worry her overmuch.

But she wondered if it would be easier than it was now. Did she want life or was it time to let go

and .... And what? Die; ease her constant cold by killing and killing until someone cut her

down? No! She had gotten into this because she was one of the few who could protect the

innocent world from the Shadows. She put her body and sanity on the line so that others

wouldn t know the pain of servitude to the Shadows, and her sanity was beginning to slip.



 Well, baka, get up and go home! Home to an empty apartment until she was called

again.  Protect the innocent, my butt , she grumbled. At least she could get warm and dry; sleep

in a bed for a while and eat something that she didn t have to chase down or steal.



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Jounchi was his real name, but he went by Jou or Joey. He hated that  other name, the

one his Father called him. He hated his father. Drunk most of the time, Pop drank up every

penny he got and made Joey do things that he hated to get more.



Tonight was going to be bad, really, really bad. The  buyer that was coming tonight

liked to hurt him. That was what Joey dreaded most. All the men his father sold him to were

garbage; some were mean, others were just stupid. This guy was a cut below the average. He

was cruel in the extreme. Beating Joey until he couldn t stand and then ramming into him until

he couldn t help but scream. That was want he liked, to hear him scream and beg.













Extremis





Mokuba looked at his watch,  Oh, Shit...Shit....Shit! Seto is going to absolutely have a

cow! I promised him I would be in by 10:30pm and it s almost 11. Dammit, Toshiro-kun why

didn t you tell me?



 Sorry Mokie, I lost track, too. Will he really be mad at you? He seems to let you get

away with almost anything. Toshiro looked worried. He was kind of scared of Kiba-sama,

something about the way Seto Kiba looked at them all ( like they were made of glass and he

could see their very thoughts) made him ... uncomfortable was an under statement.



Mokuba sighed.  I gave my word. That s very important to Big Brother. So many

people who promised us things broke their word because it was...convenient. So, yeah he ll be

mad. I ll call him and tell him I m on my way.



 Don t bother, I m here. Seto frowned at his Little Brother.  You had me worried half to

death. Do you have your home work done? Mokie shook his head.  Didn t think so.



 Look, I know that you have degrees in accounting, business management and electronic

engineering, but this is more so you can meet kids your own age and have friends. If you

fluff off on your home work the others will think you are putting them down and getting

away with stuff because you re my brother. Do you want that?



 No. I don t, but could you please keep your fussing until we get home. I hate it when

you scowl at me like that in front of my friends. You ll scare them into fits.



Mokie turned to look at his friends. They all looked scared; backing up slowly, hands out

 Easy, Easy....Sorry, Sorry...  We won t do it again, Kaiba-sama, please don t punish Mokie-

kun!  Don t be mad



Seto took a deep breath let it out slowly and said,  I will punish him. He is all the family I have.

I love him more that life itself, but I m grounding him for a week. He broke a promise.  Come

on Mokie, let s go.



Mokie grabbed his backpack.  Ok. I ll see you guys at school Monday. Don t worry

Seto s bark is worse that his bite. At least with me. 



As they walked out the door of the arcade Mokie eyed Seto askance. He didn t look

really mad, just more aggravated than anything else. {Well, that was a close one. Stupid. Too

worry Big Brother like that when he had more important things to worry about. I ll just have to

be more careful in the future. It s not like I don t have an alarm in my watch. Why didn t I set the

stupid thing.}



 What was that? Big Brother, I heard something over there behind the dumpster.

Something s hurt! Come on!



Seto snarled under his breath. Mokie would find some mangey mutt or alley cat and

insist on taking it to the vet. He really didn t feel like messing with some bloody mongrel just

now. He wanted to go home and veg, on the couch, in the dark, quiet living room for a change.

He didn t feel like that was too much to ask. But Mokie... Well, he didn t ask much either, so....



What Seto found wasn t a mutt, it was THE Mutt; bloody, beaten and looking like forty

pages of bad contract law.  What the fucking hell have you been doing!? Street fighting? You

dumb ass!



 Go  way. Joey cowered back, nearly blind because his eyes were swollen almost shut.

You got your money s worth. Leave me alone now. I..I can t. Please, I beg you. You like that

don t you? Please....Please.... Joey bowed down to the ground, hands pressed to the dirty

pavement, forehead resting on them.. He knew that this pleased the Bastard, made him feel good,

like a noble. Maybe this time it would help. Beg you, noble lord don t hurt me any more



 Mokie, go get the car. NOW....MOVE. Seto didn t want Mokie to see this; it would break his

heart. Maybe he could get Wheeler into the car without him seeing much.  Wheeler, what the

hell have you gotten yourself into now. Dammit. Who did this to you? You may be a pest and a

mutt ....Grunt.... but you don t deserve this. Stop struggling! How can I get you into the car if

you keep fighting. Seto couldn t believe the mess Joey was. His shirt was torn and so were his

jeans. Stains testified to other things that had been done to him, things Seto knew too much

about.  Damn, I m going to kill someone soo dead.



Joey finally realized who had hold of him, almost carrying him.  Noooo, let go. You

prick, You fucker. I won t do you....I won t. Kill me now. Shoot me. Beat me till I die...I

won t ....sobs... you ll tell everyone. Joey thrashed frantically for a moment, but his

diminishing strength gave out almost at once.  I want to die. I can t believe that fucker

sold me twice in one night. Oh, hell! Joey reached for the button on his jeans.  Do me; then go!

Maybe you ll be the one who finally does me in. Maybe you ll rip me so bad I bleed out and

die.



Seto felt, tasted vomit in his mouth.{What a world we live in. Fathers sell their sons, or

fuck them themselves. Shit...damn...hell...}  Stop kicking, Mutt. I don t do boys. Especially

beaten, bloody messes like you. I m taking you home with me. Mokie is bringing the car. I ll

...{I ll what....call the police....they ll send him back to Pops. Take him to hospital...same thing

Well, looks like I have another broken winged bird on my hands. Oh, Mokie. What the hell did

you get me into this time}. Seto gripped Joey more firmly, causing him to yelp in pain.