Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Untitled ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: Sadly, Yugi-oh is not mine ^-^ But I wouldn't change it much, except add a few things....>>;

Warnings: Seto comes home ^-^

Rating: PG-13? *shrug*

Spoilers: None

Chapter Four

Malik quietly entered the game shop after Bakura, the little bell singling their arrival. "I'll see about talking to Yugi…just wait, alright?" He received a nod in answer and walked up to the counter, quietly and quickly asking for Yugi and being directed upstairs. He made a motion for Bakura to follow him and found his way to Yugi's room, finding the shorter teen looking rather spaced out on the bed and staring at the wall.

Yugi blinked at the closing of his bedroom door, turning violet eyes to look at the two people entering. He hadn't expected to be followed home, or disturbed tonight at all. He'd told his Grandfather that he was tired and just wanted to sleep. "Uhm…hello…"

"Hello Yugi, can we talk to Yami?" As always, Bakura's English accent was polite, a smile on his lips.

"Uhm...Yami doesn't.. really wanna talk right now.." Yugi kept his violet hued eyes on the floor, catching his lower lip between his teeth. "He's ... in his room..."

"Well, I hope you know that we're none too happy with him." Malik's voice was cold. He hated seeing his friends hurt, and Seto had looked more than hurt when he left the room. "Either Seto didn't tell him, or your dear Yami was just out to hurt him."

Yugi could feel his Yami stirring a bit in his soul room. He knew that Yami cared, truly, for the elder Kaiba brother, but he didn't know how far it went. /Yami?/

//Ask him what he means// the mental urging was quiet, nothing like the powerful voice he was used to.

"What do you mean Malik?"

"I mean about the things in his past." Malik watched as Yugi shook his head. "well, then I guess he'll find out, and you had better not spread it around, got it?" He received nods from both Yugi and Bakura before he went on. "Seto told me once when he got drunk...hell the fact that he got drunk lays on your shoulders Yugi..it was right after he broke up with you. Anyway, he told me everything..." He found a seat momentarily and straddled the back of it, not looking at either of them.

"When Seto was a kid, with his biological parents still, it wasn't very pretty. His mother was beat by his father, and in order to keep Mokuba from him, Seto ..gave himself... to his father. As an insurance I guess. He was only about seven when it started...and his mother was pregnant with Mokuba at the time. Before he was born, Seto told me it was for his mother's sake, so she could have the baby. I'm not going into details on how he was raped and beaten before Mokuba was born....but it went just to rape afterwards, because his father could start beating on his mother again.

"About three years later, during the fire, Seto did get his little brother out, but he told me he DID have time to go back for his mother and father, but he didn't. He let them die, and I guess he hoped for a better homelife afterward.. after the orphanage... They were safe there, and when Mr. Kaiba finally did take them from there, it wasn't pretty either. Sure, it was okay for awhile... They were getting settled in. But even at ten, Seto was cute, and yes, I say that without hesitation, because I have seen pictures.

"Their new 'father' had started him on a rigorous education during the day, with strict visitation between him and his brother. It wasn't all happy, like everyone thinks. The nights belonged to the old man in his bedroom...and I'm sure you can guess what happened. Once again, he was raped and tortured like before. By the time he was 12, he was fed up with the abuse and smothered him with a pillow. That's why he didn't cry at the funeral either. "

Malik sighed softly. /where's a glass of water when you need one.../ "He was forced to take over the business at that point in time, and that left him less time with his brother. Even still, he went through a long trial to prove that only a nanny was needed to take care of them. If either of you remember, think back to when he was around fourteen... He was nice at the beginning of the year, but somehow over the summer he turned cold...and sent Mokuba to that prep school. He couldn't take the pressures of running Kaiba Corp, raising his kid brother, and going to school himself. You can only do so many things at once and do them well. Bakura and I are lucky he hasn't pushed us away as a nuisance yet.

"But with Yami, things changed. He offered the one thing that no one had touched yet." He raised solemn lilac eyes to look directly at Yugi. "You almost got to it, but he gave his heart to Yami. He trusted him to not tear it to shreds. But that's exactly what he did. I don't know what Seto's going to do now, but I'm not going to rule out suicide as a viable option." Malik fell silent, eyes staring into Yugi's for an indeterminable amount of time.

The other two were speechless for a bit, eyes locked on the blonde Egyptian. They'd both had no idea; both had thought Seto was like he was because it was just 'fun' to be that way. Bakura slowly tore his eyes from Malik's, gaze going to the floor. "I think..I'm going to check on him."

"I'm coming with you." Malik rose with him, heading again for Yugi's door. He paused and looked back at a small sound from the small teen on the bed.

"I... I'll tell Yami... He didn't know... he didn't want to be hurt himself..." He knew his darker self now had the worst guilt complex based on Seto, and if Seto had killed himself, then he didn't know what would happen.

"Well, I hope you tell him in time then." Malik left the room with a bitter look to the teen as a parting shot, leaving him with tears in his eyes. "I don't care if he wants to tell us that Yami is a part of himself or not, but the fact stands that it is partly Yugi's fault that Seto was hurt Bakura."

"I know I know..." They walked past the confused grandfather and out, heading back to the now deserted mansion. When they arrived, they were both covered in snow, though it was blending into Bakura's hair quite nicely. After not receiving an answer for three minutes at the door, they let themselves in, exchanging a worried look as they both ran for the stairs and Seto's bedroom, finding it surprisingly empty.

Exploring a bit proved to be useless and they soon found themselves right back where they started. "Maybe he left a ... note..." Bakura went over to where a single piece of stationary was sitting on top of a vanity-type table in the corner, his heart dreading what he would find.

"Read it out loud if it's a note."

"I will..." Bakura borrowed the chair and glanced over it before reading aloud,

"Malik and Bakura,

I know that it will be one of you to find this, because you two are the only ones that I can say truly care about me, and I know you'll be the only ones that would even care if I went missing. You will more than likely consider this a rash decision, but we're leaving Japan for America within the hour I'm writing this. Nobody other than you two seemed to even care that I do have a heart, and I thank you two for not turning away when I needed it most. However, I don't wish to see Yami anymore. I trusted him with things, and after last night, it's clear to me that I meant nothing to him. I know you'll more than likely think I'm strange, yet ... I wanted to say that I do love you two in my own way, because I doubt that I'll see you for a long time. Goodbye, my friends..
Seto"

Bakura just stared down at the note, eyes on the couple of smudges that were obvious tear stains. Upon feeling a hand on his shoulder, he looked up, eyes shining at his lover. "At least...he didn't kill himself...ne?"

Malik nodded and took the note from Bakura's fingers, pulling him up to hug him tightly. "He'll come back... and Yami will have lost what probably meant a lot. Try to not worry..."

Though, worrying was all they would do, for the next three years. It wouldn't be until then that Seto Kaiba would return to Japan, his brother in tow.

T.B.C

Coming up next? What happens three years laterChapter Five

(Yes, I know I'm skipping over a lot, but...three years later, this is what happens ^-^; )

The two brothers stepped off the plane together, not holding hands as they once did, but always conscious of the other. The elder smiled slightly to the younger one, heading down the stairs first to a waiting limo. They were finally home, somewhere they hadn't been for three years. It was good to be back, away from all the smog that polluted New York and L.A., back with the beautiful sakura trees. Being gone for three years didn't change them too much physically, but more so emotionally. It had been good for their souls.

The thirteen year old practically pressed his face to the glass as they went through still familiar streets, eyes seeking out anyone that could be familiar. He was glad to be back. It meant that his 'niichan could finish healing his heart, and maybe get back together with the person who had unknowingly broken it. This time he was the child prodigy, the one everyone said was 'destined' to become the next world champion at the Duel Monsters game. He'd been learning a lot from his big brother. Thinking of him, he looked over his shoulder to the brunette looking out the opposite window, catching the small smile on his lips. He knew that he'd said he didn't truly want to come back, but that smile told the truth. He was glad to be back. "Seto?"

The blue-eyed 20-year-old looked over at his brother, tipping his head to the side. "Yes Mokuba?"

"Can we stop at the Motou game shop? They still have the best cards around…"

Seto barely managed to stop the pained look that wanted to cross his face. Even after three years, the Motou family was something of a pain. "Sure Mokuba." But that wasn't going to stop him from making his brother happy. He brushed some of his bangs free from his eyesight. They'd found a lot out in America... like who Yami truly was.

He turned back to the window, blue gaze looking out, vaguely hearing his brother telling the driver where to go. Did he really want to see Yugi again? And Yami? He'd written a few letters to Malik and Bakura, but he'd never told them where they were, just that they were doing well and missing their company. He did want to tell them, but he knew that they would just come rushing over to bring them back, like always. He sighed softly, blinking as he felt his brother almost burrowing up under his arm to get a hug and giving it freely with a small smile. They had both changed quite a bit, Mokuba having cut his hair a bit, and Seto having grown his out into a less severe style.

The game shop slowly rolled into their viewing range and the elder Kaiba couldn't help but tense a little. In front of the shop were Joey and Honda, both goofing off like a couple of idiots. They obviously hadn't matured any. He flinched as a snowball hit the window right next to him and frowned as the two stared over at the limo in awe. They probably wouldn't even recognize them. He tucked a few strands of hair behind his ear and watched as Mokuba happily climbed out and all but bounced inside, getting out in a statelier manner. The two knuckleheads had already followed Mokuba in out of curiosity and he shook his head when he saw them trying to point out the `good' cards, ones his little brother already had.

"See? This is the Flame Swordsman, my absolute FAVE when it comes ta monsters! He's got to be one of the best." Joey grinned a bit, trying to offer it to him. /why do I recognize this kid … too familiar!/

"I.. have one already Joey-san." Mokuba gave him a small smile and ducked out of the arm around his shoulders, turning to look at the more expensive, rare cards.

"Hey kid..? How did you know my name?" The blonde had a confused look on his face that was easily rectified by a deeper voice at the doorway.

"Because he's my `touto, and you used to be one of his friends." Once again reaching up to tuck that errant lock of hair back, he moved further into the shop, going up behind Mokuba and looking at the cards. He was aware of several sets of eyes suddenly upon him, but didn't care, instead reaching forward to pluck one card off the shelf in its holder.

".. Kaiba??" Honda stared at the taller teen with a `what now' sort of look to him. The Kaiba brothers were back, and from the look on Yami's face, it wouldn't be pleasant. There was a distinct longing in those crimson eyes, but also a fear of rejection lurking in their depths.

Seto turned a little to face him, an eyebrow arched as if asking what he wanted, an all too familiar smirk appearing on his lips as the other boy backed away a step. It seemed that he hadn't lost his edge after all. "Did you find what you were looking for Mokuba?"

And the silence was broken again by a soft voice, surprising the others by the gentle tone and smile given to the black-haired boy. It was more than they remembered him ever doing. At the teen's nod, the cards were plucked from his hands and taken up to the counter to be paid for. Three pairs of eyes watched the two at the counter, one set more concerned than the other because it was HIS yami that was dealing with the newest `customer'.

Seto laid the cards on the counter, pulling out his wallet at the same time without a word, eyes not meeting the ones staring at him for a moment before they moved down to the cards. The cash register's noise was loud in the shop as the cards price was rung up. Blue eyes glanced at the total and pulled the needed amount of bills out, fingers brushing the other's. Blue finally met crimson across the counter, a spark seeming to pass between the two of them for an instant. To anyone else that was there, it was clear there was still something between them; though, either one would deny it vehemently if it was mentioned.

Yami tore his eyes away and turned back to the register, swallowing hard. /okay, so he still has the same allure he held before, not a big deal./ He dropped the change into Seto's waiting hand in a moment, making sure they didn't connect again. He didn't need another shock like the last time.

Seto turned away without looking at him again, offering the cards Mokuba had picked out to him. "We should see how much dusting we have to do, ne, `touto?"

"Hai!" Mokuba all but chirped, deliberately ignoring the fact that his brother was just being stubborn for the moment. He would play matchmaker in a little while, whether or not it was appreciated. He knew his brother still loved the other teen; he'd had to live with him crying in his sleep over him and calling his name in the nights, even if he didn't realize Mokuba knew. Time would show the truth. He almost skipped out after him, eyes just about twinkling with mischief. Yes, he WOULD get them back together, and it was only a matter of time.