Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Toxic ❯ So Emotional ( Chapter 4 )

Toxic

The Panasonic Princess

Author's Note: Okay, prepare for the soap opera chapter. Yami and Sethos reunite and speak to each other for the first time in three thousand years-you know this is gonna get dramatic.

//…//- yami to hikari

/…/- hikari to yami

blah- thoughts

**blah**- flashbacks/dreams

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Chapter four:

So Emotional

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You make me feel so emotional

I can't let go I'm so emotional

I'm sinking fast into an ocean full of you…

I'm so emotional…

Rain is falling down on me,

Suddenly the sun comes out, oh

Sometimes north or south of love,

But I'm never out, never out

I'm so emotional…

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Seto growled as he heard his bedroom door being opened down the hall from his office. That could only be Sethos. He was surprised the supposed spirit was back so soon. Had he given up his search?

He sighed, and got up from his seat at the desk, heading out into the hall. He was almost afraid to see what Sethos had cooked up. He continued down the hall to the bedroom, where Sethos was sitting on the bed, leaning over a prone figure. Seto gasped. He'd recognize that hair anywhere…

"Sethos," he hissed, and the spirit looked up at him, "What did you do?!"

Said High Priest smiled broadly.

"I rescued him."

Seto was panicking, nearly hyperventilating, trying to grasp the situation.

"What the hell possessed you to bring him here?" he gasped, "And why is he unconscious?"

"This is the only place I could think of," Sethos answered, "And he is unconscious because he wouldn't cooperate and let me rescue him."

"You… you kidnapped him?" Seto asked faintly, unable to take his eyes off the cataleptic ex-pharaoh, "Do you realize that's illegal?"

"What do you mean?"

"Illegal. As in not good. As in we could get arrested for this," Seto replied, trying to figure a way out of the situation.

"Oh. Don't worry, hikari, we won't get into trouble."

Seto growled again.

"I'm glad you're so confident," he snapped sarcastically.

Sethos didn't answer. He just shrugged and snuggled into the lifeless body of Yami Mutou, entangling his fingers in the smaller duelist's hair. Seto sighed and began to inch out of the room, not wanting to be there when Yami woke up.

That was one lover's spat that he didn't care to be anywhere near.

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Yami moaned as his senses returned to him, and he brought his hand up to brush his bangs out of his eyes. His thoughts were all thrown together in his head; for a few moments, he wasn't sure what had happened, or why he was in bed when it was obviously the middle of the day (it wasn't the morning sun that was glaring in his eyes from the window…).

Then it all came back to him, and he sat up with a gasp. He'd been put in an elegant four-poster bed, and the room around him was nicely decorated (was it professional?). Where was he? Where had Sethos taken him-and why?

"I see you're awake."

He turned to look at the owner of the voice.

"Sethos…"

The brunette smirked.

"Not quite. He went to bed. He got tired of watching you sleep. I think he overdid his spell."

"Seto… why are you here? How do you know-"

"About Sethos?" Seto interrupted, "He's kinda been living in my head for the past seventeen years. You're in one of my guest bedrooms."

"…oh."

"I'll explain later. Sethos will be waking up soon. Maybe he'll explain. Should I go wake him for you?" Seto's arms crossed, and he leaned against the doorpost.

"Yeah… I think I'd like to talk with him. I wouldn't mind knowing why he kidnapped me."

"I think time has chipped at his sanity. You should be careful. I'll make you as comfortable as possible, but I'm not promising anything. I don't know what his intentions are. All I know is that he's obsessed with you."

Yami sighed.

"Thank you, Seto. You're a good friend when you try, you know that?"

"… whatever."

Yami smiled as the CEO walked out of the room, and lay back on the pillow. He was still drowsy, and he didn't like it. He had to get out of here before Bakura came looking for him. Sethos was a dangerous person.

Then again, so was Bakura.

The thought of the white-haired thief made Yami sigh. He would give anything to spend the rest of his existence by his side, but he knew it was impossible. Bakura wasn't capable of love. After a while, he'd just leave Yami for a new, more interesting lover.

He wasn't sure how Ryou put up with it all.

Yami was sure Bakura had the same relationship with Ryou as he did with him. How could Ryou stand to be used like that? He knew Bakura was sleeping with another man. The hikari would be so much happier with someone else-anyone else.

"Good morning, ibi."

Sethos strolled into the room, breaking Yami from his thoughts. He looked good-Yami had to admit at least that. Nevertheless, Yami glared as the High Priest strolled fluidly over to him, his eyes clouded with desire. Three thousand years ago, Yami would have gone weak at that look… now, he was disgusted.

He tried contacting his hikari, but couldn't get a link. His eyes narrowed at the brunette.

It's his magic. He's preventing me from using my shadow powers. He came prepared, the bastard...

"Get away from me," he spat. Sethos stopped, staring down at him, his eyebrows raised.

"Athari, what the hell is wrong with you?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, "I save you from that evil, two-faced bastard, and this is the thanks I get?"

"You kidnapped me," Yami snapped back.

"I rescued you. Maybe I wouldn't have had to resort to such… crude measures if you had just cooperated."

"Fuck you."

"Athari, my love, I think you're a little confused," Sethos laughed, "I'm not the bad guy here. Do you not remember who I am?"

"I remember you just fine," the pharaoh hissed, "And I hate you. You betrayed me, Sethos. You planned my death while making love to me. Now, you expect me to forgive and forget and take you back into my arms? I don't want to be stabbed by the same knife twice. I won't give you the opportunity."

Sethos sighed and shook his head.

"I thought my hikari explained this all to you," he said, "I did what I did to protect you. I never wanted to see you hurt."

"So you say… was it you who was giving everyone dreams? Was it you who made me remember? Your appearance is suspiciously coincidental." Yami said, "And, for the record, Seto is not your hikari."

"And how would you know that? He could be."

"He isn't. I never sealed your soul into an Item."

Sethos smiled sadly, and lay his head down on Yami's stomach. The spirit tensed, but didn't push the elegant head off of him.

"Athari, when I told you that I'd be here for you forever, I meant it. I love you. I've always loved you. When I was forced to rise against you, it killed me inside. It killed me to say those things to you. The only thing that kept me alive was your touch, your scent… when you died, it felt like someone had run a hot piece of metal right through my heart. I couldn't live on without you, and I didn't want to go on to the afterlife if you weren't going to be there with me. Paradise would have been hell for me if you weren't there by my side. I couldn't let you go, and now that I have you, I never have to… please, Athari, I need you… can you please forgive me?"

The tears that had gathered at the corners of Yami's eyes fell, and he cried silently. Yes, he loved Sethos. But if he took his lover back, what would happen? What would be the cost? Who would die this time?

What do I do?

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Bakura cracked his fingers as he walked down the street, following Yugi and Jounouchi. He was beyond pissed-he was infuriated. He was ready to kick someone's ass. How dare that asshole try to take away his lover! He was going to get Yami back whether Sethos liked it or not.

No one kidnaps my lover and gets away with it. No one.

He was worried. He wasn't sure what kind of power Sethos still had. He wasn't sure if Yami was unharmed (despite what he'd told Yugi). He didn't want to see Yami hurt because his lover had failed to protect him.

Wait until I get my hands on you, Sethos. Your ass is mine. I'll make sure you never so much as want to come within three feet of my lover… you are going to pay for this. I will see to it myself that you pay your debt.

"This way," Yugi said suddenly, crossing the street, "His presence is getting considerably stronger. I think he's waking up. If he does, I can talk to him."

They continued to walk down the street, until Yugi stopped dead in his tracks.

"Something's wrong," he snapped. Bakura frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"Something's wrong," Yugi repeated, "Yami's awake, but I can't get a link. I can hear him, and I can hear what he hears, but for some reason, he can't hear me."

"Sethos' magic," Bakura replied, "It's probably interfering with your link. Sethos practices a form of white magic. White magic and shadow magic don't really play well together. You should stop using the Puzzle as soon as you possibly can."

"After I find Yami, right?" Yugi asked. Bakura nodded.

The situation had subtly gotten worse. If Sethos had access to all his white magic… they were in trouble. With the limited amount of shadow magic the yamis had, Sethos could prove to be impossible to beat. That wasn't good, especially for Yami. Bakura didn't want to leave him there. Sethos had tried to kill Yami before… there was nothing stopping him from doing it again.

Yami… I'm coming for you… I promise…

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Sethos sighed as he trailed a lazy finger down the crook of his Athari's neck. His lover was silent, but that was okay. There was no way that he was going to refuse him. They were going to spend the rest of eternity together… no matter what.

"My love, forgive me…" he whispered softly, swiping at one of the rogue tears trailing down Athari's cheek, "Please don't cry… I never meant to make you sad…"

He slid up his lover's body so that they were face to face, and Athari sniffed slightly, his eyes bloodshot and tired. Sethos kissed the tip of his nose and caressed his torso comfortingly.

"Athari, why do you do this to yourself?" he asked rhetorically, "I could make you so happy… why do you refuse my love? All I want is your affection. What can your tomb robber do for you? Does he love you?"

Fresh tears gathered at the edges of Athari's eyes as he shook his head.

"I love you. Is that so hard to accept? All I want is for you to be happy. I want to love you and protect you. Will your tomb robber give that to you?"

Again, the pharaoh shook his head. He gave a soft sob. Sethos leaned down and captured his lips briefly. Athari did nothing to stop him.

"My beautiful pharaoh…" Sethos whispered into his mouth, "Tell me you still love me…"

Athari was panting slightly, a little flushed. He struggled to find his voice.

"I…I…"

Sethos smirked, unseen by Athari. This was it. Three more words, and he'd have successfully torn Athari away from that pitiful tomb robber. He knew the albino loved his pharaoh, but it didn't matter. That freak of nature would never put his hands on Athari again.

He's mine… and no one will ever take him away from me again…

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Evil cliffie… ha ha! You have to wait until next chapter!

Just kidding. I'll get the next chapter up as quickly as possible. I promise.