Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Vindaloo Magic ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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

Title: Vindaloo Magic

Author: Madyamisam

Chapter: 4/5

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Seto/Joey

Beta: Daisey

Spoilers: Um… nope…

Disclaimers: Madyamisam does not own any Yu-Gi-Oh characters.

Summary: During a class on genealogy, Joey finds out that he is a descendant of a well known but mysterious group of gypsies on his mother's side of his family tree. Upon further investigation, he receives a 400-year-old spell book that has remained in his family by being passed down through the eldest child. You can just ~imagine~ what kind of mischief you can get into with an old spell now… can't you?

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Joey stared numbly through the enchanted mirror at the brunette, who lay on his bed, panting from the waves of a full blown orgasm.

“No… fucking… way. No… it can't be. He can't mean me. He must mean a different Joey. Yeah… there are loads of Joeys in the world. Hell he may have meant a Josephine…” Joey rambled to himself, failing miserably in his attempt to return the situation to normal when the world that he knew had suddenly been turned upside down and inside out by someone in the throes of ecstasy screaming his name. He was trying so hard to convince himself that he hadn't heard what he ~had~, that he didn't realize that someone was at the door. Finally, after the bell had rung another three times, the sound penetrated his thoughts. Still slightly dazed, he ambled to the door and opened it, his mind in such a state of turmoil that he barely acknowledged his neighbour, Mrs. Murray. Mrs. Murray was a pretty lady in her mid-twenties with exotic, jet-black hair and dark, brown eyes that seemed to hold a sparkling twinkle about them.

“Hey Joey,” she chirped.

“Mrs. Murray?” he asked absently. Normally the presence of his neighbour was a welcome sight, as well as the cause of a few boyish fantasies. However, today, said fantasies were all chased away by a brunette with cobalt eyes, a deep blush gracing his fair skin as he wailed out the name that the pensive blonde had been christened with.

“I heard about the accident in your high school… the burst water pipe?”

“Uh huh…” Joey said numbly, not really seeing or hearing the woman.

“Well… since you don't have school tomorrow, I was wondering if you could baby-sit Damien for me, just for the morning?” (1) At that moment, a little two-year-old toddler popped his head from behind his mother's legs, one hand holding onto her finger. The infant had inherited his mother's eyes and good looks, with the exception that his hair was a great deal lighter than his mother's.

“Hi, hi!” he chirped, waving his tiny, cute hand at the blonde and flashing a huge, toothy smile.

“I know you'll want to go out with your friends, but I have this really important job interview and I'm stuck for someone to take care of him for me…”

“Damien… baby-sit… morning… right…” Joey blinked as he still tried to rationalize the sudden turn of events of the world around him. His mind was swimming as if he had been through a hundred rounds with a two-ton-mallet wielding Mike Tyson.

“So you will?” Mrs. Murray asked excitedly.

“Sure…” he said without thinking. It barely registered in his mind when the woman squealed and wrapped her arms around him, telling him what a life saver he was and when she was going to go. After she left, he shut the door, wondering why he was standing in the doorway in the first place when the phone rang. Still in a daze, he picked it up.

“Hey Joe! Let's go to the park tomorrow, and I'll take Cheri with me.”

“Huh? I can't Tristan; I'm baby-sitting in the morning.”

“Oh… well, no worries. I'll bring Cheri over to your place. She loves

Kids.”

“Sure, whatever…”Joey said. Just as he hung up, Mr. Common Sense decided to rear his ugly head. “Wait a minute… Mrs. Murray asked me to baby sit her two-year-old kid and Tristan's bringing along his-” his eyes widened. “Oh fuck; what have I done!?!?” Joey slumped to the floor and cradled the Kaiba doll in his arms before gazing through the enchanted mirror once more at the brunette who was still lying on his bed.

“I need another shower” the brunette mumbled to himself. He was just getting ready to head for the bathroom when he heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. Seto cursed as he flipped the dirty duvet over and dove under the covers. Joey looked at the clock and tapped at the tiddly wink a few times to look for a mop of black hair.

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Quietly Mokuba slipped into the kitchen, foraging for the necessary ammunition he needed for the confrontation that was about to take place. He headed up the three flights of stairs, then turned right, towards the west wing. Taking a deep breath, he opened a door and poked his head through the gap to peer inside before he entered his brother's room. He smirked as he saw the lump buried under the covers of the king sized bed.

“Hey Seto,” Mokuba chirped as he entered, armed with a large tub of ice cream, two spoons and two bowls on a tray.

“Hmm…” Seto acknowledged as he poked his head out from under the duvet. He sat up to face his brother, who was digging a spoon into the nearly rock hard ice cream and dumping it into a bowl.

“Want some ice cream?” Mokuba asked.

“No.”

“Did you get to talk to Joey today?” Mokuba started his conversation casually, totally unaware of the invisible blonde head that had perked up at the mention of his name and was now listening intently.

The brunette shifted a little in his bed. “Sort of…”

“I heard about an accident at your school; something about a burst water pipe. You got two days off, right?” Seto knew where Mokuba was heading and he didn't like it. Had it been anyone else asking the same questions, he could have easily diverted the conversation somewhere else. But when it came to his little brother, he knew there was no way that he could escape.

“Yeah…” he replied helplessly.

“You got soaked didn't you?”

“Yeah.”

“~Totally~ soaked?”

“Uh huh.” Seto replied, knowing that he might as well blab everything to the twelve-year-old, but refusing to give into Mokuba so easily.

“Sure you don't want some ice cream?”

The brunette knew what the next question was going to be, but he refused to show any weakness as he answered as stoically as possible: “No thanks…” Mokuba smiled as he set the bowl of ice cream back on the tray and stared wistfully at the ceiling.

“So… did Joey s-” The raven-headed boy never got to finish, for his brother's resolve finally crumbled.

“Give me that!!!” Seto growled, grabbing a spoon and the whole ~tub~ of ice cream rather than the bowl that Mokuba had offered and digging in. Mokuba raised an eyebrow as he took a bite from his own scoop of ice cream.

“That bad, huh? Ah, another display on the prospects of being a teenager; oh how ~will~ I survive? You know,” Mokuba changed the subject abruptly. “There is a fairly easy way of getting over this depression.”

“This is not depression,” Seto grouched, glaring at the tub of frozen vanilla cream and willing it to melt so that he could devour it more easily as he stabbed at the rock hard ice cream with the same ferocity as a pneumatic drill. “This is wallowing in the depths of a perpetual, hopeless, self-pitying despair. Depression is far too cheerful.” Mokuba sighed as he watched the elder Kaiba murder the poor Hagen Dasz label whilst the spoon started to twist from the pressure.

“Anyway, there is a simple way of going about this. JUST TELL HIM!!!”

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“Yeah tell me, ya stupid bajillionnaire!!! (2)” Joey yelled, his previous predicaments with Tristan and Damien temporarily forgotten.

“It's just a crush, Mokuba,” He heard Seto reply as the brunet handed back the half-eaten tub of mutilated ice cream before crawling back under the covers of his bed. Mokuba sighed in irritation as he stared at the lump that was his brother.

“Seto, this has gone beyond a crush. You've got a mural of ~his~ Red Eyes Black Dragon, holding tails with ~your~ Blue Eyes. You've got a screensaver of Joey sleeping under a tree in the park on your laptop.” The twelve-year-old dug under the covers briefly, grabbing at something that was hidden beneath the silk sheets. The action was met with muffled whines of protests from his brother that Joey found highly disturbing. With a final wrench, Mokuba pulled out a fluffy, golden-brown puppy plushie. “You've got a puppy plushie called JoJo, and a Joey shrine in your closet, filled with all the stuff that you ~stole~ from him.”

“Does that mean ~he's~ the one that took my gym shorts?” Joey growled as he recalled that embarrassing day where he had been forced to run around the locker rooms butt-naked looking for them.

“I didn't steal, “Seto defended before shrinking back under the bed clothes. “I just borrowed indefinitely… without his permission.” Joey watched as Mokuba rolled his eyes. The raven-haired boy couldn't help it; he was exasperated that he was having the same argument with his brother that he'd had at least a hundred times before since finding out about his brother's `crush'.

“Just face it, Bro. You're smitten. Just tell him that you like him, and then ask him if he feels the same. Come on; at least you'll know, then you can move on without ever wondering about it years after.”

“Mokuba, I have about 0.01 percent chance of him just saying `no' and

99.99 percent chance that he'll laugh at my face and ruin my reputation and dignity… or at least what's left of it from what's happened to me today.” Mokuba looked about ready to tear out his long mane of hair and use it to wring Seto's neck. Joey watched on nervously as he imagined the steam of frustration bellowing out of the younger brother's ears, as Mokuba's teeth gritted and his fists clenched and unclenched.

However, whether the tyke was going to start pummelling his brother or not, Joey never found out, because his father had just announced his return with a slam of a door. Cursing, Joey shoved everything except for the mirror under the bed and then rushed to the bathroom and washed the blood off of the mirror. The image of Seto's room disappeared as the blood was wiped clean from the reflective surface and Jou replaced the mirror amongst the bottles of shampoo before heading out to greet his father.

“Hey, Dad,” Joey said over-cheerfully. “How was work today?”

“Urgh… I need another drink,” Mr. Wheeler groaned, heading towards the fridge for another can of beer. “I got a call from your school, saying that there's been an accident and you've got two days off…”

“Yeah… it's great, huh?”

“Just make sure you finish all the homework they set; you got that?”

“Yes sir!” Joey grinned with a mock salute as he went to cook dinner. As he marinated the two steaks, the thoughts of tomorrow came back to him ten-fold. It was not possible to call Tristan or Mrs. Murray to cancel now, so all he could do was try and hide the Kaiba doll as best he could.

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Joey bit his lip as he propped the doll high on his wardrobe, and then cringed as he wondered what would happen if it got knocked off of its perch. He tried to not think about that when the door bell rang. Putting up his largest grin, he opened the door open to let Mrs. Murray in.

“Joey... Thank you so much for your help.” she said gratefully, planting a kiss on his cheek whilst the toddler known as Damien ran into the room squealing and dove for the toys that Joey had unpacked from his old toy box. Malcolm smirked as finished the breakfast that Joey had cooked, washing off the plate before heading to work. Mrs. Murray nodded her greetings before shrugging the large rucksack from her shoulder and shuffling through its contents.

“I've packed some diapers, chocolate milk, his baby blanket, spare clothes in case he gets muddy in finger painting or something, his favourite snacks, toys and-" she ran down the list as she shoved the items from the rucksack into Joey's arms.

“It's just for the morning Mrs. Murray. Don't worry; he'll be fine,” Joey replied. Mrs. Murray smiled, staring at her son lovingly.

“Damien… give mummy a hug and a kiss,” she bent down, opening her arms for her son. Damien giggled and immediately hurried to kiss his mother on the cheek. Joey felt a slight pang of jealousy and sadness as he watched the mother and child, wondering briefly what exactly he'd done wrong that had caused his mother to be so distant with him. However, when Mrs. Murray left, he was snapped out of his reverie by a slight sniffle. Glancing down at the toddler, Joey saw that the boy's eyes were watering in the realization that his mother had left him.

“Oh God…” Joey managed to utter as a shrieking wail that could have woken the neighbours in Alaska filled the tiny apartment. Panicking, he whisked the one and half year old off of his feet and hurried to find something to occupy him. “Damien, Damien…look; it's… err… MR. CUDDLES!!” Joey waved his arms frantically, settling the boy on the sofa and switching on the CD player, then making Mr. Cuddles dance on the coffee table to `Walking on Sunshine'. Damien's bawling was immediately reduced to tiny whimpers as he watched fascinated by of the soft toy bouncing about on the coffee table. When the song was over Damien giggled like an idiot and cuddled Mr. Cuddles, praising the soft toy for his performance. Having pacified the child, Joey bent down to his level and stared at him. “Okay, kid. Damien, I know you're a really smart little guy so be smart and ~don't~ go into my room; don't touch anything in my room, alright?” Damien, who now had a large grin on his face, nodded. Smiling, the blonde sat the boy down to watch some videos whilst he made a start on the huge mountain of homework that the teachers had set him to compensate for the two days out of school. The blond became so preoccupied with Fick's law in his biology essay that he failed to realise the fundamental rule of babysitting: Two-year-olds always do the exact opposite of what you tell them to do.

It was nearly noon; Tristan would be arriving soon with Cheri and Mrs. Murray would be picking up Damien shortly thereafter. It was then that Joey noticed that the seat on the sofa was empty. His heart sank when he noticed that his door was ajar and that there was giggling.

“Fly, Dolly; Fly!!!” he heard the tot squeal in delight. Joey gasped as the boy ran into the wardrobe, forcing the Kaiba doll to fall. “SPLAT!”

Damien giggled as it fell to the floor.

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Seto had been heading towards the Kaiba Corp building to work on the latest renovations on his duel disks when the unthinkable had happened. The familiar sensations had come back and before he knew it his face had been mashed against the floor. There was a large crack as bystanders, the majority consisting of Kaiba Corp employees, stared at the prostrate CEO as he lay in the middle of a man sized crater. (3) Shaking like someone with Parkinson's disease, the poor teen shifted slightly, using his briefcase to prop himself up. Swaying a little he staggered to his feet.

“Say one word I'll fire youuuuuuuu!!!” The next thing Seto knew, it felt as if a hand had picked him up and had thrown him across the car park towards the Kaiba Corp entrance. His screams were silenced by cold glass as his body was squished against the entry doors of the building. His employees blinked a few times, not knowing whether to laugh, or be incredibly disturbed that their employer's normally staid face was comically disfigured by the glass that he was pressed against. When Seto finally managed to wrench himself off of the door, he suddenly found himself with a loss of control of his limbs. First, one by one, his arms were extended forward. Then, again one by one, they moved to the back of his head. Then his arms moved to wrap around his waist, touching his butt and then his hips. Finally, he swivelled his ass and jumped, facing a different direction before repeating the strange actions.

“Um… Elaine?” asked one of the employees when he passed the CEO as he headed towards his office. The receptionist known as Elaine had taken one glance at her employer before returning to the daunting task of filing her nails. “Elaine is he?”

“Yes George. Mr Kaiba ~is~ dancing the Macarena in the middle of the Kaiba Corp parking lot,” she replied nonchalantly.

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“HEY MACARONI!!!” (4) Damien squealed as he made the doll jump again.

The toddler realized that Joey was staring at him and squealed in delight at his new found toy. He grinned, showing all of his cute little baby teeth to the blonde.

“Damien, give me back the doll,” Joey said calmly.

“Why?” Joey shuddered inwardly, instinctively knowing where this was going.

“Because it's in my room, and I told you not come in here, and to not touch my stuff.”

“Why?”

“Because disobeying your baby sitter is a very, very bad thing to do,” he smiled through his gritted teeth, growling as the child went back to asking the same impossible question.

“Why?”

“Because otherwise, said baby sitter will take some cable wire and use it to wring your scrawny little neck, and then screw you into a ball and dropkick you down the street,” Joey rasped. Damien finally got the hint that he wasn't supposed to play with the cute dolly. He kissed it on the cheek and then handed the voodoo doll back to the blonde before running out of Joey's room squealing about how he wanted to play with his other toys.

It was at that point the doorbell rang. Sighing in exhaustion, Joey dumped the doll on the bed and closed the door behind him before opening the front door. To his relief it was Mrs. Murray, who had returned early from her job interview. He gladly scooped up the little, giggling bundle and gave Damien back to her, along with all the toys that he had with him.

“I hope he wasn't any trouble, Joey; he can be a bit of a Devil sometimes.”

“No, no; it was fine. How was the job interview?”

“It was great! They offered me the job right after. I'm starting work next week. By then, though, Damien's nana will be back from Spain so she'll be able to look after him. Thanks so much.” she kissed the blonde on the cheek.

“DOGGY!!!!” Damien squealed with delight as he struggled to get out of Mrs. Murray's arms to pet the dark Labrador that ran up the stairs, barking. Cheri leapt up at Joey, knocking him to the floor with a thump before bounding into his room.

“Oh no… CHERI!!!! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!!” Joey shouted as he ran after the Labrador. His friend stood at the door, blinking in confusion until he realized what the blonde was concerned about. He hurried after his friend and let out a squeak of panic as the voodoo doll was clamped between Cheri's jaws.

“Oh, God! I'm so sorry, Joey! I forgot…”

“Just help me get it back... or else I'll make shark fin soup out of you!” the blonde rasped at him before turning to the dog with a large grin on his face. “Cheri… good girl… let go of the dolly…”

“Cheri let go of the hostage and I'll give you a juicy bone when we get back home.” The young Labrador sensed the deception in her owner's voice and darted past the two boys and down the stairs.

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After finding that he had control of his limbs again, the brunette pushed past the crowd of people watching him and locked himself in his office. Only when he found that the coast was clear did he allow his embarrassed flush to shine like a red lighthouse.

“What's… happening to me?” he gasped as he sat down at his desk. Suddenly, the accursed sensations returned, this time accompanied by a vice-like grip across his torso. He screamed as he felt himself being pulled apart.

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The blonde growled as he wrestled with the dog, trying to pry the

Labrador's mouth off of the doll.

“GIVE HIM BACK TO ME, YOU STUPID BITCH!!!” Joey roared as he tackled

Cheri, putting the poor dog in a head-lock. When that failed and she was loose again Joey tried to pull the poor, mutilated doll free by his legs and arms.

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“Seto? I didn't know you knew Yoga…” Roland had called in to Mokuba's school, informing the secretary that he would be picking the boy up as a family emergency had arisen when his brother was reported to be suffering from some kind of strange epileptic fit. At first, the raven headed boy was sceptical; his brother was always in top condition. But, when he saw Kaiba, in his office, on his stomach, with his arms and legs stuck in the air in a `U' shape…

“I DON'T!!!” Seto screamed as his eyes watered in pain. He gasped when his body was suddenly released from its hold, only to find himself floating in the air and being shaken side to side as if two hands were playing tug o war with his body. “MOKUBA HELP!!!!”

“RIGHT!!!” Mokuba screamed back, diving for his brother's phone and flicking through a phone book.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?”

“Calling a priest! Don't worry bro… I've `seen' the movie” (5) Suddenly, Seto dropped onto his desk just as Mokuba was about to dial. He stared listlessly at the ceiling above, as the dreaded sensations disappeared.

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Joey managed to finally wrench the doll from the dog's jaws, glaring at the slobbering Labrador. Cheri's tongue dangled out of her mouth as her eyes sparkled in delight from the game that the two had just played. She licked Joey's face and bounded about, chasing her own tail.

“Hey you… ok?”

“I gotta go to Yugi's place and break this spell,” Joey replied as he brushed himself off whilst Tristan put the leash back on Cheri's neck.

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(1) *grins* Kaiba voodoo dolls for those who can guess correctly why I named the kid `Damien'. **grins wickedly as she recalls the movie** I'll take mine now, please!

(2) The word `bajillionnaire' is a word a friend of mine made up meaning someone a lot richer than a billionaire. I just thought it would be appropriate because I think it's incredibly funny when she told me.

(3) Inspired by the anime Inuyasha

(4) When I was a kid and I first danced the Macarena I had thought the man singing it called it Macaroni

(5) More Kaiba voodoo dolls for those that can guess correctly which movie he's referring to… **cackles evilly as head begins to spin ala Linda Blair** make that two!