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A Slave for Who?	By : hachi-miitsu Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I am in no way making money off of this Yu-gi-oh portrayal or the characters and settings therein. If I was well, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. Ha...So it follows that I don't own the Yu-gi-oh fandom either...that would be Kazuki Takahashi.

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Chapter One
"Please take a look."
Seto Kaiba stiffened in the chair as Pegasus slid a glossy catalogue over the glass table towards him. He eyed the thing with as much disdain as he could muster. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all", the elite muttered. He made to get up but Pegasus gave him pause as his one visible eye twinkled with mischief.
"Come now, Kaiba-boy. I know deep, deep down you're very curious. Little Mokuba needs a playmate doesn't he?"
The brunette gritted his teeth. Of course, in his sightlessness he'd forgotten the main reason for coming to this abysmal abode. Instead of calling attention to his own faults though, the CEO snatched up the book and grumbled, "Don't say his name."
Because Pegasus made everything sound dirty. The silver-haired freak chuckled lowly—both knowing this fact and reveling in it—as he reclined back and took a dainty sip of tea. "All of our recent acquisitions are top notch, from all corners of the world."
Kaiba's jaw jutted, not needing to ask just how those acquisitions were made. Anything could be done with enough money after all. His eyes darkened to icy razors of interest as they dragged over the image on the page before him.
"He's a fine one isn't he?"
The brunette jumped at the voice in his ear. Pegasus straightened, feeling smug that he'd been able to sneak up on the corporate brat so easily. Kaiba tossed the catalogue back on the table and sat with a stiff back, not deigning to deny or agree with the brazen observation.
"Would you like to see him?"
His jacket swished as he rose gracefully to his feet. With slow movements that spoke for themselves the brunette regarded his whimsical associate with naught but a contemptuous curl of his lip. He'd come this far. It wouldn't hurt.
"Show me."
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Yugi's phone buzzed against his thigh and he flushed, knowing exactly who the incoming text was from.
"Yugi? You alright sweet pea?"
He flinched when Anzu, one of his classmates and friends set a cool palm against his forehead. "Are you getting sick?"
Purple eyes bugged a little as he shied away from the touch and shook his head. "N-no. I'm fine." His laughter was strained and it drew a look of suspicion from the girl.
"You're awfully red. I don't think—"
"Y-you know, now that you mention it I'm not feeling so well after all. I think I'll uh…" He didn't finish as he dashed to the back of the room for his stuff and was out the door like a flash.
Anzu crossed her arms and leaned against the desk, a frown marring her pretty features. "Sometimes I wonder about that boy", she mumbled.
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"Where do you think you're going Mr. Mutou", Ushio growled.
Yugi jolted to a stop as one burly hand clamped around his upper arm with bruising pressure. "I-I w-was", he stuttered, garnet eyes tearing up in pain. He tried to reclaim his dangling limb but Ushio squeezed harder, evicting a sob from the quivering boy. "Plea-se…gh... Let me go!"
Ushio maneuvered him around until his back slammed against the cold row of metal lockers lining one wall. "And what makes you think—"
"Ushio, stand down", a velvety voice called out. "I told him to come." Atem strolled into sight, hands casually tucked in his pockets as his crimson eyes glittered. Ushio's steps were grudging as he pulled himself back, his spider-like bangs trembling with barely leashed fury.
"He knows better than to wonder the halls", the monitor started but Atem raised a hand and silenced him with the singular motion.
"I think", the spikey-haired aristocrat droned, "I told you to be gentle with this one. He's mine." The prince regarded the hall monitor from beneath his heavy lashes, appearing as alluring as he was threatening. The combination was exotic and…dangerous.
Ushio's throat bobbed as he swallowed. "Yes sir. I'll remember to be more careful next time."
Pale lips quirked in an indulging smile. "Be sure that you do."
When Ushio trudged away, Atem raised a gentle hand to stroke at Yugi's collar. "I'm sorry Aibou."
"It's okay", the smaller boy mumbled, refusing to look his savior in the eye.
"Did he hurt you", Atem murmured, brows pulling together as twin crimson riveted to the rumpled sleeve and the careful way Yugi tucked his arm against his side. The boy didn't answer.
Atem's hand traveled up and hooked the creamy chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding Yugi to meet his gaze. The small boy was stubborn though, his eyes chasing to the floor even as a shiver zipped down his spine from the moist puffs of Atem's breath falling on his cheek. The prince's thumb massaged the dip under Yugi's bottom lip.
"Look at me little one."
"Yes master", Yugi droned, obeying the gentle command with hollow eyes.
Atem's lips twisted, releasing his innocent replica with visible disappointment.
"Master?"
"Never mind Aibou. Go back to class. I'll see you after school."
"Yes sir."
He watched Yugi trot off with a sigh. Pegasus said he would be skittish for a while but it had been a year since he'd bought the boy. Every day he found himself more enthralled with his lighter half, dazzled by Fate's little gifts. It seemed like he was the only one though.
Yugi hated him.
But that didn't change the fact that he owned the boy now.
At first he'd flat out refused to venture into The Compound, harboring a deep disgust for the seller of games and flesh that resided in the gilded fortress. On the surface it was known as Duelist Kingdom, but there was always a darker side to every coin. Elites the world over knew of and allowed Pegasus to continue his absurd trade because they themselves couldn't deny the allure.
And besides, his father wanted him to appreciate these royal novelties seeing as he was the next in line for succession. In the end the temptation had been too great for him as well. He'd suffered through the arduous process of flicking through a few pages of the catalogue that made him queasy with its implications and just as he'd been about to throw it back in the other man's face, the picture of his heart's echo emblazoned itself proudly like the boy had been created for the sole purpose of his eye's feast.
Yugi'd been at The Compound for only a short while prior to Atem's arrival, or so he'd been told; a timid thing that shook like a leaf upon meeting his purchaser, clad in used rags and clean chains.
That was a long time ago though. A year later they weren't making any progress as he would have liked. He'd keep trying though. They had plenty of time because after the boy's graduation, he'd be taking him back to his homeland.
Atem's hand gripped the warm metal of the collar's clasp, a matching one that he'd bestowed on his Aibou as a symbol to all. Yes, they had plenty of time.
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Kaiba stood on the other side of the two-way mirror, utterly captivated by the sight before him.
"I told you he was a thing of magnificence Kaiba-boy. A little hard to handle at times, but that's part of his appeal."
Kaiba's attention was suddenly drawn to the door as it opened. Two attendants that dwarfed the boy in size and attitude stepped in…and his potential purchase went straight for their throats. He showed no fear as he thrashed with wild kicks and punches, swearing at them six ways to Sunday. He was no match.
The bigger one sucker-punched the boy right in his solar plexus, causing him to sag into the other guy's hold with an audible groan.
"That's a bit much don't you think?"
Pegasus hummed. "Standard procedure during a purchase if they struggle, especially for this one. We don't want our buyers losing any…extremities." He tittered.
Kaiba cut the depraved man a dry glare. "He's not an animal."
"The jury's still out on that one, I'm afraid."
Dark brows shot up as a movement in his peripheral drew his attention once more. Kaiba watched the other intruder step by the wall and press in a certain spot. A compartment was revealed, cradling glittering restraints. They reflected in the teen's eyes as he was dragged forward, hollering and bucking his legs in a futile attempt at escape. A collar was snapped around his neck and tightened till the boy bent over and coughed, two wrist restraints following shortly after. Nothing for his legs.
The chains were long enough that he could move a certain distance away from the wall and once the one restraining him let go he turned, bashed the guy across the face, and made quick work of tucking himself into a corner. Kaiba made a mental note as he smirked.
"I like his spunk."
"Will you want to test drive him before your purchase then?"
"No", Kaiba deadpanned, his smirk quickly replaced by a scowl at the not-so-subtle implication even as a little voice in his head protested. "He's not being bought for such a crude purpose. Don't presume to insult me Pegasus."
The other man flipped his silver curtain over one shoulder as he too examined the boy on the other side of the glass with a simper. When the two nurses from hell turned and gave the thumbs up, Pegasus rubbed his hands together. "Shall we then?"
Icy eyes slid over to regard The Compound's manager but he said nothing as Pegasus led him out of the dark room and into the astringent hallway that smelled fainlty of alcohol. Glaring fluorescent buzzed on his skin and made his head throb as the silver-haired man slid a keycard into a slot on the wall. Kaiba looked around for any sign of the people who'd just been there but the hall was deserted.
The older man bowed and gestured with one hand, ushering his latest customer inside with a flourish. Kaiba stepped over the threshold without hesitation but Pegasus stilled him a moment. "Push this when you've made your decision. Also, take this if you start feeling comfortable enough to let him off his leash. Just fit it into that compartment in the middle and the chains will pop right off. Ah", he added as an afterthought, pressing the trinkets into both of Kaiba's hands. "If he starts to become difficult just let him know I've made provisions for Haga to come and give him his medicine tonight."
Before the brunette could try and force Pegasus to elaborate the door snapped shut and the bare room was engulfed in soft shadows. He turned, refusing to acknowledge the light sheen of sweat dampening his palms, and searched the room for where he'd seen his prospective merchandise last.
"Hel—"
The question was garbled into a shocked gasp when a figure vaulted from his left and pinned a strong arm against his neck. He relaxed into the bruising embrace as he'd been taught, biding his time. If it got too dangerous he'd throw the shorter boy off. For now, he'd observe. The pressure was controlled at any rate, not meant to hurt but just enough to keep him trapped against the wall.
The heavy rattle of chains clinked with their own lyrical quality as the boy's face cut into a snarl. "Where is she", his captor hissed.
"Where is who, exactly", Kaiba questioned coolly.
The honey blonde he'd seen illuminated through the two-way mirror released his hold only to bunch whitened fists in Kaiba's trench coat and slam him harder against the wall.
"Dontcha fuck with me! Ya know who I mean."
"Actually", the brunette deadpanned, "I don't."
All the fire was sucked out of his captor at the painful clarity in that statement. Impossibly brown eyes darkened, glittering like sad gems in the gloom. "I-I jus' want my sista back", he stammered after a moment, voice cracking with the weight of his desperation. "I jus' want Shizuka safe."
It all clicked suddenly as Seto looked around the small room with a bed and blank walls. There was no window and the only light offered was a soft yellow that lined the wall's edges. It was more like an animal pound than human lodgings. The taller boy dislodged the other's hold with gentle authority.
"Is she here?"
"I dunno."
"What's your name?" He already knew of course, but he felt that the other needed to talk. His voice was hoarse from either overuse or lack of it. That was something Seto didn't want to dwell on.
"Jonouchi", the blonde mumbled. He stepped back and let his intruder breathe, sensing he wasn't malicious in nature.
"Just Jonouchi?"
"What's it to ya", he muttered sullenly. The boy fidgeted with the steel cuffs that chafed his wrists before reaching up and fisting the thick leather that was starting to leave welts on his neck.
Kaiba tugged at his lapels and flicked imaginary dust from one of his arm bands. He took a second to clock the blonde's appearance now that he was granted some space. Aside from his restraints, the blonde was garbed in cut-off jeans that reached just below his knees. There was a hole in one thigh, like someone had torn the fabric there and the little window granted a nice view of toned, tanned flesh. No shoes. His shirt was far too big, with sleeves that swallowed his hands and a neck that was too large and tended to sag to one side with his movements, exposing an enticing bare shoulder every now and again. His hair was messy, mussed in just the right way.
The taller boy coughed into his fist. "Well Jonouchi", said blonde flinched as Kaiba set a hand awkwardly on his head and gave a gruff pat to the damp mop of pressed gold. "I'm here to buy you."
The boy stiffened and cringed at the term 'buy'. "I ain't no pet", he hissed. "And I sure as hell ain't gunna call ya master." He yanked at the chains with a frustrated growl, humiliation burning his face as he desperately tried to convince himself with his brave words.
Seto raised an eyebrow at that as he strode forward and pressed the gear-looking key he'd been given into the slot provided. Sure enough, the device rattled and the chains slunk loose from the open rings. They fell into heavy coils on the floor that Kaiba nudged with a disdainful foot. "Look here. This should make you a little more trusting."
Jonouchi glared at him.
"Surely you want out of this dismal place?"
The blonde scoffed. "Surely, he says. For all your fancy talk and such ya surely don't listen too well."
The taller boy's brow twitched. "I was told", he hissed coldly, "that if you become too difficult someone named Haga has been ordered to give you your medicine this evening."
The change in demeanor was immediate; physical fire piddled into verbal ire at their exchanges but at the mention of this Haga character Jonouchi began to spasm, eyes widening as he backpedaled and snatched the pillow from his bed, dragging his restraints with him. He slid down the opposite wall as reluctant tears squeezed from his eyes, his legs locking against his chest as he began a sporadic rocking motion while clutching the pitiful square of white for dear life.
"N-n-oo…I'll…I'll be g-g-ood. Plea-se no", the boy buried his head into the pillow to muffle the coming sobs that wracked his entire body.
Kaiba, for lack of a better word, thought he'd been mortified before but this...
He edged closer to the blonde, unsure of what to do as he crouched down to be closer to him. "Jonouchi?" He reached out a hand and laid it on one quaking shoulder.
The boy shrank away from him, not seeing the person in the room and instead transposing his tormentor's face on the figure inching closer. "H-Haga no! Don'hurt me please! I'll…I'll be quiet! I'll be good", he hiccupped.
Fumbling fingers kneaded spongy edges, hands becoming slick with sweat as the figure ignored him and edged closer still to remove the pillow from his grasp. He clutched for it in a panic, needing his only protection but hands snaked around his wrists and forced him to meet icy blue eyes that bored into him with intensity.
Jonouchi blinked once. He blinked twice. Jonouchi blacked out.
Kaiba exhaled as the blonde sagged in his arms. He hefted the unconscious body, disgusted with how easy it was to lift him in his arms. Sure, Kaiba was no pushover but it shouldn't have been this effortless with someone who was only a head shorter than him. He placed Jonouchi back on the bed and sat on the edge, a hand coming up of its own volition to rub the spot where the blonde had been slugged. Jonouchi was oblivious to it all.
The CEO glared down at the button in his other hand and slammed his thumb down. He had no choice.
Instantly, the door swung open but Kaiba couldn't find the energy to jump.
"Have you made your decision", Pegasus beamed as he swept into the room and eyed the blonde sprawled on the bed with a fond expression.
"I have", Kaiba replied calmly as he rose to his feet. "I just have one question first."
Pegasus waved a dismissive hand. "I have no idea where the girl is. I only sell boys here." At the resulting glacial chill he felt encasing his body, the merchant bristled. "Oh come now, don't give me that look. I knew your father and you remember what he always said." The man paused for dramatics as he flicked his red velvet sleeves back. "It's just good business."
Kaiba's stomach contracted a little as he flicked his eyes to the two-way mirror disguised as another wall. So the bastard had been watching their exchange. This was getting creepier by the second. He was just going to have to cut his losses and run with what he could then.
"Do you know where she might be at least?"
Pegasus rolled his shoulders and bared his palms in an airy shrug.
Silence. Then, "I'll take him", he growled.
"Wonderful, Kaiba-boy. I'll have the paperwork drawn up and we can have him delivered in—"
"No."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I said no", the elite repeated more slowly this time. "I'm taking him with me now."
Pegasus balked. "But that's… a lot of stress and time and—"
"Do you want my money or not?"
The silver-haired man let a smile tickle his lips. "Thank you for shopping at The Compound." As an aside, he nudged the brunette and chided, "That screw-the-rules-I-have-money motto is going to get you into a lot of trouble one day, young man." He edged past his prickly customer to disconnect the chains on Jonouchi's wrist and neck.
"All of it", Kaiba growled.
Pegasus cut him an incredulous look over one shoulder. "Are you sure that's wise?"
"He's not an animal", the brunette repeated, this time more for his benefit. Indeed, an existence such as this could make even the most civilized human turn wild.
"The customer is always right", Pegasus sighed as he complied with the request. Once finished he stepped back in front of Kaiba so he could lead them out the door.
The brunette swatted his hand away before Pegasus could pinch his cheek and turned to gather the now peaceful blonde into his arms.
"So", the supplier ventured after they'd exited into the harsh hallway once again. "What are you going to use him for?"
A knowing twinkle swam in Pegasus's visible eye as Kaiba stiffened. "Mokuba wanted a friend. Jonouchi will be his friend. I've said this already."
"Hmmm", the older man hummed. "So will that be paper or plastic?"
"Pegasus…", Kaiba growled.

Wow…uhm… In no way do I support or condone the trafficking of human bodies…just Yu-gi-oh characters LOL. This is an idea I've been feeling out for the last couple of days and hell, puppyshipping is cool what with the collars and the implications and such and junk. THEY'RE PRACTICALLY BEGGING FOR IT :U So yeah. Here it is.
Please excuse any OOC-ness or typos and thanks for taking the time to read :3
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