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The Curse	By : madyamisam Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Arrival

“I understand that you still have school to attend to. You will need to get a permit from the principal that you can work here. We have enough trouble dealing with allegations of employing minors ‘legally’ as it is.” Menashi, the butler, snapped as he bustled down the huge hallway, the echoes of his swank and polished black shoes pounding on the marble floor

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” Jounouchi muttered. The older man huffed at the teen’s insolent tone but kept silent as he made a run down of all the other duties that the blond had to do.

"Now listen carefully, Wheeler-san,” Menashi explained, when the teen stopped to gawk at his surroundings. “Wheeler-san?” When he heard no response from the teen, he let out an impatient sigh. “Mr Wheeler?” The butler didn’t like having to refer to people by their given name but it seemed it wasn’t the case for Americans “Joey!”

“Sorry,” Jounouchi replied, bowing apologetically. He was still getting grips with the new name he was going to be serving under. The butler looked surprised. He received many foreigners into the household so he often had to deal with the unfamiliarity of how they were addressed but it almost seemed that the teen before him didn’t even recognise his own given name at times. Even though the boy looked American with his flaxen hair and appeared to have a rather brawly attitude, he seemed quite withdrawn and spoke without even a hint of an accent.

“Well, perhaps it’s just the customs you’re not used to,” he commented, as he continued the tour for the new live-in employee. Another thing that puzzled him was that the blond seemed so distracted and irritable, as if Death himself was following the boy, just waiting for him to slip up somewhere. “The hours are odd here but it is only because it revolves around Kaiba-sama’s schedule. During the weekdays, your morning duties will start at six am breakfast before you go to school, then you will attend to duties for two hours for your evening duties after school at seven pm. You will need to tidy the main dining room, sitting and study and you will be required to serve Kaiba-sama’s meals sharply on time. In the weekends you will be required to work through the day from seven till six. In exchange, you will have house and board, which is located on the first floor on the east wing, plus the evenings off on a Monday and Friday. Did you get all that?”

“Uh huh, I mean… yes sir.” Menashi nodded approvingly, allowing a small smile on his lips before turning sharply to the right. He pointed towards the door.

“You can clean this study for today,” the teen blinked as Menashi passed him a duster, clicked his heels and walked away; when he stopped short. “One more thing, during the late hours, don’t wonder around unless it’s absolutely necessary and also always lock your door when you turn in for the night,” Jounouchi swallowed at the implications. Whoever his employer was, this Kaiba person was risking a lot in taking him in, especially with people like ‘them’.

“I see,” he said. Menashi wondered why the boy wasn’t even too curious about the reason why, like most of the employees were when they first started. Nevertheless, he decided to explain.

“Let’s just say nasty occurrences tend to happen here in the Kaiba household during the twilight hours and I take the health and safety of the staff quite seriously, so remember to do so alright?” Jounouchi nodded as he entered into the study. It was a large room with huge pane windows letting the light of a bright full moon illuminate the inside of the study. A mantle clock chimed seven o’clock, breaking the deathly silence in the air. The interior was laden with books, a large table with a leather chair and a sitting area by the window. There, seated forlornly by the window was a young man possibly no older than the blond was, staring out of the window. The blond teen raised an eyebrow in confusion; he was expecting the place to be empty but then perhaps the butler had arranged some help so he could get the job done quicker.

“Um, do you work here?” he asked hesitantly, to check. The young man, whose deep blue eyes stared out in a dream like daze blinked and turned, clearly surprised that another was present. The light from the moon made his dark brown hair glisten whilst casting part of his face in shadow. His face looked pale, bordering on sickly, belying the athletic physique in his stature. He was wearing a navy blue trench coat an emerald green shirt and black pants underneath. Jounouchi suddenly felt awkward when the brunet remained silent and stared at him as if he was an animal in a zoo. “Hello? Do you speak Japanese?”

“Kaiba Seto, I’m the owner of this household,” snapped the brunet irritably, turning his head back to the window. Jounouchi blinked, surprise written on his face. He had expected Kaiba to be a lot older, at least in his late twenties, but certainly not the same age as he is. “Why are you staring at me as if you’ve got a half a brain?” Jounouchi snapped out of his stupor and his hot temper flared almost instantly. He was about to retort with an insult but decided to bite his tongue and stare at the floor instead. Jounouchi had learned never to allow his own pride to get the best of him again, it had gotten him in trouble enough times with the wrong kind of people and it would be just plain ungrateful to the other teen who had offered to help protect his wretched and dirty life.

“Sorry to disturb you Kaiba-san,” he said, grimacing inwardly at the use of the honorific, but at least he would be able to stomach it better than what the other servants usually called the brunet.

“Just get on with your cleaning and don’t disturb me while you’re at it” Jounouchi nodded, saying nothing more as he started polishing the table and the bookcase. The blond couldn’t remember when he began throwing occasional glances at Kaiba sitting by the window as he worked, but he was well aware that said brunet had stopped staring out the window ever since he came in. From the glances he could see that the brunet’s attention was all on him, his blue eyes gazing up and down the blond’s body. Jounouchi swallowed, as he rubbed harder at the already clean mantelpiece clearly perturbed by the staring. He turned his attention back onto Kaiba and was surprise when he noticed the tumult of emotions that flashed in the blue sapphires, it was a small but intense moment laced with fury, lust and longing. It was strange how the blond could tell when the other’s face seemed to remain stoic. Katsuya gulped as the other teen shifted off the window seat and sauntered closer to him. Trying not to be unnerved by the young man fixated on him he turned to glare at the shiny mahogany study desk that he was cleaning. He watched as a dark shadow crept up the study desk. He spotted a paper knife sitting just within his reach of the desk. Jounouchi could feel how uncomfortably close the other was, to the extent that he could feel Kaiba’s breath upon his neck. He slowly turned and was caught in the fervent, icy cobalt gaze.

“What is it Kaiba-san?” he whispered, as the other teen was merely inches away from him. Katsuya tried to look down on the floor like he had done earlier only to have the brunet catch his chin with a slender finger and lift it up forcing the blond to stare into his eyes. Jou swallowed as his russet eyes became lost in a deep sea of blue and he suddenly felt weak in the knees, as if his very soul had been sucked right out of his body by those eyes. Held there by his gaze, Kaiba let go of the blond’s chin and drew his mouth closer to other’s sumptuous lips, till they were almost touching. Jounouchi could feel the heat of the taller teen’s hand hover around his tanned cheek, barely centimetres away from touching. As if he had jumped into a pool of cold water, Katsuya backed away from the far too close brunet. An arrogant smirk appeared on Kaiba’s face as he back away from the younger teen.

“You’re quite cocky Jounouchi Katsuya,” he commented. “Scared shitless… but cocky… and certainly not as vulnerable as Detective Bitch said you were,”

“What?” The billionaire rolled his eyes, folding his arms out of impatience.

“Detective Segawa,” he drawled. “She told me all about you and your… past.” Katsuya shifted unconsciously wrapping his arms around his body and right shoulder. Kaiba smirked again clearly amused by the blond’s discomfort. “As I said, you’re not as vulnerable as she said you’d be, in fact… I bet if I actually went about touching you a moment ago, you wouldn’t hesitate in stabbing me with that paper knife you have in your hand there, now would you?” Jounouchi gasped as he suddenly found the paper knife he saw on the desk gripped firmly in his hand. Realising what could have happened he hastily threw the weapon back onto the desk. Kaiba grinned as he sauntered towards the door. “As much as I can understand your anxiety, I’m surprised that you fell for my little act. My interest may well be that with men but I’m afraid pup, you’re not my type.”

“Sorry,” he said, belying the anger and humiliation towards the brunet for pulling a sick trick like he did.

“I can guarantee you that the people after you will have a lot of trouble finding you here, let alone killing you, but in the mean time try to look like that you’re actually working for me rather than some lost dog missing it’s master’s leg.” Kaiba chuckled sadistically before he sauntered out of the room. Just as he left, Menashi had returned. The butler bowed low as he allowed his employer to exit first before entering himself.

“I hope you haven’t bothered the young master whilst you were working,” the man warned, as he checked the room. Jounouchi looked on miserably as the butler ran a gloved hand across every surface for even a speck of dust. He wondered how long he would have to stay here and be bossed around by these people. ‘But then, what else can you do?’ the voice in his mind questioned almost tauntingly at his predicament. Katsuya growled at the voice in his head and focused on the prospect of a shower and bed. That is, if the nightmares he’d been having lately would let up for once tonight. “Well done, it’s good to see that you’re thorough on the work. Not a single speck of dust in sight. Go on up to your room now, you’re done for the night,” Heaving a sigh of relief for the reprieve, Jounouchi headed towards his designated room.

The room was one of the smaller ones in the mansion but it was still spacious compared to the small apartment he used to share with his father, thankfully it was also an en-suite so he wouldn’t really need to bother anyone with his presence. He found it odd that a mere servant had such privileges but he wasn’t complaining. Grabbing a towel, he stripped himself of his sweaty day clothes and stepped into the shower. Almost instantly, he felt the comfort of the water caress his body and sighed from the warm bliss of having the tension and dirt washed away. He hesitated when his hand brushed against the marred skin on his shoulder. Glancing behind him he noted with a morbid fascination, the pattern of the scars across his entire back and the painful history that went with them. Berating himself for thinking about the past again, Jounouchi soaked his blonde locks root to tip before lathering it up with shampoo gently massaging the silken tresses, relaxing into the heat of the water. So engrossed in his thoughts, he barely felt the air in the room growing colder. As he rinsed the lather away though, he felt a sudden and icy chill run up and down his spine. Turning around he wiped the condensation from the clear polythene screen that encapsulated the shower and peered around the room. The door was closed and the open window was on the far side of the room, so any sudden breeze would have instantly warmed up by the time it reached him. He gulped as the words of Menashi came back to him. Perhaps the butler was just trying to scare him. Plus, the cruel trick that Kaiba pulled was still fresh in his mind. He shook his head and berated himself for his own gullibility. Nonetheless, he tried to finish quickly, ignoring another cold chill down his spine and rushed out of the shower into his room. Remembering the butler’s words, he locked the door to his room and even closed the door entering the bathroom. Changing quickly into his pyjamas he dove into the large bed and wrapped the covers around himself. He closed his eyes, willing himself to sleep in spite of the seemingly loud ticks of his bedside clock.

Another cold chill made him shiver and he peeked over the covers staring at the closed door. His breath was heavy, as if he had just run a marathon, whilst his senses sharpened and the rapid beating of his heart thumped loudly in his ears. The light by his bedside was dim and had cast many shadows in the room. Wrapping the covers tighter around him, Katsuya closed his eyes, if Menashi was trying to scare him; he was successful on this night. He shuddered from the unnatural cold that came over him. As the blond tried to calm his senses, he became aware that his breathing was starting to become erratic. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to stave off from the verge of a panic attack, he braved another glance and opened his eyes again to scan the room. The air had indeed gotten cold, as he saw wisps of his warm breath drift from his mouth and the sounds of rubbing carapaces reached his ears. There was a loud slam against his door, as if someone or something was trying to barge its way in to his room. As the noises became more voracious, he felt his voice being constricted and his breathing becoming erratic. Another bang on the door was heard, as his irregular breaths turned into a strangled croak. A third slam and a blood red handprint suddenly appeared on the far wall of the room. Katsuya’s eyes widened as he was frozen on the spot, as if someone had grabbed him by the arms and held him down while the feeling of gnarly fingers were wrapped tightly around his throat. Another bloody handprint appeared on another side of the wall as the sounds continued on. His bed shook slightly and the bangs on the door became more violent. Whoever or whatever was behind it was getting more frustrated. ‘Surely someone could hear that?’ Katsuya thought, when the last ram on the door broke the lock. The door flung open, slammed on the wall then rebounded shut again. A final bloody handprint was stamped on the other side of the door then slid down; leaving a long trail that ran down towards the floor. The rubbing carapaces turned into a frenzied scuttling of tiny bodies. Feeling light headed from lack of oxygen; Jou could only look down upon his sheets, it was littered with maggots, beetles, centipedes, spiders and other insects, as if someone had dumped a bucketful onto his lap as a cruel prank. Beyond the insects, there was a croak and dark shadow slowly emerged from the foot of the bed. Trying to focus despite the restriction of oxygen, he saw clearly, a defined body of black. It was a human figure, possibly with hair covering the majority of the face. Two eyes appeared staring unblinking at him, large and curious, almost like a child’s. The figure got onto the bed and crawled ever so slowly towards him whilst the insects crushed under the figures weight, leaving a trail of shell and pus-like insides. Drawing up close, the dark figure was mere centimetres away from the blond, sniffing at him curiously. Jounouchi tensed as he stared into the wide eyes that came with an unnatural colour of blue. The blond tried to call for help one last time, which only resulted in a strangled croak, as the constricting tightness around his neck didn’t leave him. The figure sniffed inquisitively, at the blond’s neck and hair before turning back to stare at the terrified amber eyes. The blue eyes widened as a large and psychotic Cheshire cat grin appeared amidst the dark to accompany the eyes, and the figure drew closer, allowing a black and slimy tongue run up and along the blond’s cheek, whilst black hands stroked his long neck.

“Don’t worry,” it said, grabbing a handful of maggots and sprinkling them on Jou’s face. “These little things are here to keep you company, the ~only~ thing they feed on is dead and rotting flesh so, as you can see they won’t start eating you yet and by the time they do, it wouldn’t matter to you anyway, now would it?” the voice had been nothing more than a whisper but Jounouchi seemed all too familiar with the threat to his life. Suddenly the figure was gone and the space around Jou had shrunk, encompassing his body with only half a feet surrounding him on all sides. A small light lit up and Jou realised where he was, the maggots writhed and wriggled around him and he tried to keep them away from crawling their way into his ears and nose. A whimper escaped his lips as he watched his hands shake. A single maggot had managed to crawl its way up his arm and Jou winced, as the ugly creature seemed to embed itself into the soft tissue in his hand. His eyes widened as the white worm wriggled and squirmed underneath his skin. The last thing he remembered was the sound of his screaming, as he banged his fist against the wooden lid of his coffin until finally he sat up smacking the wretched insects away from his face.

Jounouchi sat in his bed gasping constantly checking his bed for signs of the insects, his face laden with sweat. He let out a big sigh as he flopped back into a lying position on the bed, placing his face into his hands, willing away the last vestiges of his nightmare. When his heart finally steadied, he felt for his bedside clock on the table and squinted at the luminous hands. It was only two o’clock in the morning, a good few hours before he needed to get up for work however, he couldn’t go back to sleep, one nightmare a night is bad enough as it was. Groaning, the blond got out of his bed and headed towards the bathroom for another shower. It was going to be a long wait until five o’clock and worse of all, it was going to be his first day in school. When he finally waited out the agonizingly long three hours he himself ready then went to unlock his door to go out. His eyes widened when he noted the splinters of wood and the broken lock.
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