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How Weird Is That	By : Taiorami Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1198 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-How Weird Is That
- 2-The Illegtimate Son
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How Weird Is That?

So, thus far I�ve gotten a vote for the threesome and none for Puppyshipping. Me, I like both, so it�s up to you, the readers, what I churn out.

Moving on, about the length of chapters. We can have longer, less frequent chapters or shorter chapters at least once a week, though two or three updates a week would be more probable. Tell me what you think.

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Chapter One

The Illegitimate Son

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Seto eyed the dust-covered boxes dirtying his pure white carpets with something resembling distaste. He�d finally gotten around the ridding the top floor apartment of Kaiba Corp of his adoptive father�s things. Up until now they�d just been sitting u there, collecting dust and taking up space.

Then Kaiba had taken a moment to actually look at the layout of the place. It had four bedrooms, three baths plus a spa, a weight room, a living room, dining room, and kitchen. Plus it was in their primary building.

He and Mokuba certainly didn�t need all of the space of the mansion� And if he were so close to work, the city, and school he�d save a lot of time in commuting. Might even be able to spend more time with his brother. Plus he�d be able to keep the cook, the only live in staff they had, in the apartment with them.

He run the idea past Mokuba and the younger teen had seemed eager at the prospect. Something about always feeling like he was being watched in the mansion. It was a feeling Seto understood as more than once he�d found himself searching for another person in empty halls or late at night when he was working in his office. Of course he knew it was nothing but that didn�t stop him from getting the occasional chill.

He�d called in cleaning companies then put his secretary to the task of watching them clear everything out to the trucks he had waiting in the garage. He�d had it all shipped to some piece of land he owned in the country and then burned it all.

It had been very�therapeutic.

Well. Everything save these four boxes, staring back at him almost obscenely. His secretary, well meaning twit that she was, had decided that because these appeared to be personal artifacts of his adoptive father that he might�want to look through them.

He�d fired her two hours ago and had been glaring at these boxes ever since. They annoyed him to no end just by being there, invading his office, his space. This place was the proof that he had won, beat his adoptive father, and now his personal things were cluttering up his place. He was tempted to take them and throw them in the furnace.

Honestly, what did he need this stuff for? It was just records of the late Kaiba�s personal business dealings, shady though they probably were, some letters and legal documents. At least that�s what the labels on the boxes said.

He stood up and walked over to them. He flipped the lid off of the one labeled letters and found, just as the large block lettering had boasted, envelops bound with string. He was about to dismiss them when he noticed that a chunk was bound with red silk.

Odd. He never thought of the man as the red silk type. His curiosity getting the better of him he picked them up and carefully undid the string. He saw they were all addressed to his adoptive father from a Blue Rivers in Deer Harbor, British Columbia; Canada. He opened on, fingers drifting over the yellowing paper. Small neat script flowed across the page and he could almost feel the anger.

Mister Kaiba,

Do no think you can threaten my child and me and just make us vanish like you�ve done to so many other people. Let me inform you that I know what you are, who you, and who you�ve made deals with. None of you frighten me. You helped me make this child and you will help see that Tsu has a good life. I�d to go public, what with the tragedy of your wife and son so fresh in the minds of public. I can only imagine what they�d think of a child out-of-wedlock coming to light so soon after.

Do what I ask or risk being unable to fulfill your end of your bargain.

Forever Yours,

Blue

Seto arched an eyebrow, considering the letter and the woman who had written it. She must have been brave. It was a shame she was probably dead now. His adoptive father had never taken kindly to having things taken out of his control and, undoubtedly, a child out a wedlock and woman demanding money was going to drive him insane.

He pulled out another one, only this time a photo tumbled out as well. He caught it and took a look. It showed a woman with deep caramel colored skin and long black hair, done in two tight braids, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. She was standing behind a boy, about seven or eight, with slightly lighter skin and coal black eyes. His hair was the same black, though it was streaked with sun-bleached blond, and his smile was just as wide.

He frowned as he looked at them. They looked nice and�normal. Why such a woman had wanted to be involved with his adoptive-father was beyond him.

He felt am icy breeze on the back of his neck and saw a flash of white from the corner of his eye. He turned but saw nothing. Of course. There was no one in the office by him. He was alone, just the way he liked it.

The fact that his windows were never open in mid-December was lost on him as he unfolded the letter in his hands.

Dear Kaiba,

I thought you might like a picture of Tsu. He�s quite the handsome child in my opinion and, thankfully, looks nothing like you. I had heard you adopted on the news. Congratulations on finding a new pawn for your twisted little game Kaiba. Perhaps they shall meet on the edge of hell.

It�s an intriguing idea at least don�t you think?

Yours Always,

Blue

He looked back at the picture in his hand, wondering if this woman was really �Blue�. She had looked so benign and�loving, as a mother should with her child. Not at all the harsh and sarcastic hand that had written these letters. Not in Seto�s opinion anyway.

Looks were often deceiving though.

He noticed more this time as he tried to take in every detail of the woman, and see if she was really the one who�d blackmailed his father. The bluish glint to her eyes and the small slightly rundown farmhouse in the background, along with slightly overgrown weeds and an old Volkswagen bus. The blue-checkered ties around the bottom of her braids and the gold band around her ring finger. The way her bangs ruffled in the breeze, moving over her forehead.

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Moving?

He squinted then drew back in alarm. Blue�s face tilted up, smiling dropping away and eyes growing hard. She seemed to be staring at him�maybe through him. Then her lips parted in a silent scream and her hands went up to protect her face as long bleeding gashes appearing up the length of her arm, as if claws were ripping into her.

Seto dropped it, yelping as something tore into his flesh. Pain laced his body and he fell to his knees, blinking dumbly at the blood dripping onto his carpet.

An icy wind blew again and seemed to seize his heart. He gasped, throat closing up and blocking off air. For a moment he panted for a breath that wouldn�t come and then he felt himself slipping, world falling away from him.

Then a shadow fell over him and he looked up into coolly amused golden eyes.

That was the last then he saw before the world went black.
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Seto woke up to the ringing of phone. He reached over, knocking a few things from his desktop, and picked up the receiver. God his head was pounding.

�Kaiba.�

�Seto!� It was Mokuba and he sounded annoyed. �Where are you? You said we were going shopping.�

�Oh.� He blinked. Had he said that? �Sorry. We can go-�

�It�s okay, Yami and Yugi took me. They were going anyway. But you owe me.� Mokuba was trying to sound severe but the younger teen was failing at it because his annoyance had faded into happiness.

�Okay Mokie.� Seto muttered. �I�ll see you at dinner-�

�It�s almost nine Seto.�

He turned and looked out of the window. Indeed the sun had gone down and the moon was high in the sky. Hadn�t it just been noon? He had taken a break from school to come poke through the boxes and�

Ouch. Just trying to think about it made his head pound. Oh well. His reasoning had always been �If you forgot, it probably wasn�t important to begin with�. He�d believed that for a long time�ever since� well. It wasn�t important since when. But it made missing chunks of his time after being adopted more bearable.

�Sorry. I�ll�talk to you in the morning.�

�Okay.� Mokuba chirped before a click announced he had hung up. Seto sat back and placed the phone on the cradle. He put his hand to his forehead to try and work some of the tension out when he noticed a smear of red over the white of the phone.

He looked at his hands in confusion, seeing but not registering the crimson sheen his palm had gained at some point. Now that he saw it he could feel the stickiness and the way it clung to him like�glue. He also felt a slight pain in his arms and turned them.

Long but thin gashes marred the skin of his arms. Blood had begun to crust around them, save for a bit still oozing from the wounds.

He looked around, trying to find the answer to his state and eventually his eyes came to rest on a picture, a letter, and an official document of some sort. Ignoring the throbbing in his arms he picked up the document, which was yellowing around the edges.

I, G. Kaiba, being of sound mind and body hereby decree that, if by the time of Seto Kaiba�s twentieth birthday I should die or be incapacitated by unsolved circumstance or Kaiba Corp ties with Day Star Inc be severed that the company should turn over to Tsuzuki Rivers, son of Blue Rivers and myself.

It was signed and witnessed by Delano Fitzgerald who Seto knew as his adoptive father�s personal attorney. Seto had fired him when he�d taken over.

He scowled.

That bastard was still fighting him from the grave. He stood, ready to call go down and locate his own attorney, when the world tilted and his stomach lurched. He sat down, clutching his stomach and trying to hold down his breakfast.

Right. Bleeding. Loss of blood.

Where was that first aid kit?

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I�m still in short chapter mode, but I have no problem with long ones. I usually do ten or eleven pages a chapter, but that could take two weeks to do�
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