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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 Two
How long had it been since grandpa died?
Yugi blew out the flame for the incense as he clapped his hands in front of his face and closed his eyes. Some ash tumbled into the wooden cradle where the stick perched amongst the brilliant white chrysanthemums.
Ah.
A year.
That's right, it had only been one year. It seemed so much longer...
After spending a moment in prayer, the boy leaned forward and hugged himself before the Kamidana—now bearing the name of his grandpa alonside his parents— as silent tears left burning trails along his cheeks. They dripped down and darkened the tatami. He choked on a whimper, the pain clawing at his insides.
"Why...why did you leave me alone", he whispered.
"Aibou? Aibou are you alright?"
Yugi swiped at his face quickly and sat straight again, forcing his expression into a neutral one as Atem padded into the room. The Egyptian prince bent on one knee as he placed a warm hand on his smaller replica's shoulder. "Aibou", he questioned again.
"I'm fine", Yugi said softly, face blank. Atem's heart clenched as he squeezed the shoulder under his fingers and flinched himself at the boy's subtle recoil.
"I'll…be upstairs then….if you need me."
"Alright."
Amethyst orbs sheathed themselves in darkness as he listened to his master retreat further into his grandfather's house. By any and all rights, he should not be feeling so ungrateful and…scared.
But that's what Atem did, Atem scared him to the very marrow of his bones. With his money. With his…title as 'master'. The prince saved him but perhaps it had been too late. Yes, much too late.
For months after his grandfather's death, Yugi struggled and failed to fend off his debtors. After a while he'd seen no other way and decided to delve into shadier means of revenue, desperately clutching at straws as the last piece of his grandpa slipped out of his reach.
One day…one day the debtors had gotten smart. Through some means or another, they'd hit a deal off with Pegasus and the amount was just right. There was only one thing they had to procure to get Yugi's debt squared: Yugi himself. That fateful summer evening, they'd forced their way into the boy's home and slapped a chloroform soaked rag over his face.
When next he awoke, it was in the dark wrapped in cold fetters.
For some time after that Yugi remained trapped in a comfortable dungeon of sorts. He ate the best meals of his life three times a day, didn't need to worry about debt collectors or a warm bed. They even allowed him and the other boys staying there time out in a fenced courtyard, to talk and socialize for about an hour a day.
Yugi wasn't the happiest there, sure. Having walls surround you like a cage was unnerving but compared to where he'd been headed, this was like an astringent paradise. Then Atem came. An exact replica of Yugi, the Egyptian was taller…darker.
With money and kindness Atem came. With gentle hands and soothing words he shattered Yugi and dragged him back into the real world. The prince had taken the liberty to memorize his merchandise's file, horrified at what he found there.
With a rush of money exchanging hands and murmurs of awe Yugi was back where he started. Atem paid whatever needed to be paid. He tracked down the ones who'd dragged Yugi away from his home and shut them down. Permanently.
He allowed Yugi to attend the same high school (which he'd been aghast to find that the time he'd spent in The Compound encompassed the majority of summer vacation). When the boy sat in his desk that first day of being back, Yugi wondered if he was really a slave, if what happened was merely some whimisical daydream in the sleepy summer heat. He wondered because everything was perfect, there were no more worries. He lived in a house where he no longer belonged, surrounded by painful memories of an innocent past.
And Yugi was terrified. He could feel the prince's eyes rake over his body. He shivered at the possessiveness that the prince exuded at school (he'd enrolled too, to keep an eye on his prize). There had been no physical contact out of the norm yet, and Atem never forced him to do anything he didn't want to but the implication was there; heavy, frightening, and all too real.
Atem had paid a hefty ransom to claim Yugi and so….
And so the boy towed a careful line, wondering why. Atem did so much for him and yet…
No. No, it was better for him not to dwell on these things. If he let himself stop, and think, and possibly concede, he'd lose something else that would hurt far worse than debts and passing loved ones.
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"Wha…" Sleepy amber eyes fluttered open to stare in wonderment at a grey padded ceiling. The pressure from his chains felt oddly light today. He arched his back as he glanced out of the unfamiliar window, a square of electric blue that made startling contrast to the… "Wha!"
Seto grunted as the blonde awoke fully and thrashed around in a panic. The steady whop-whop-whop of the blades propelling them over the ocean drowned out the boy's next obscenities, for which the CEO felt some level of gratitude.
He restrained Jonouchi, setting aside the file he'd been reading through as he bent to holler in the boy's ear. "Stop moving. Just behave now, you're safe."
Instead of quelling him, the words only served to reignite a fresh wave of wiggling and curses. "Lemme go", he shrieked. "Lemme go! Shizuka!"
The helicopter swayed a little as Jonouchi howled and continued to fight the taller guy's hold. He was in the air. Flying away from the place where the only link to his sister was. This was so wrong in so many ways. "Shizuka", he cried again. Against his will, salty tears spilled over and blurred his vision until the crisp blue of the sky they were cutting through, the grey interior, the white of Kaiba's trench coat all melted together in a nauseating kaleidoscope.
His chest heaved with hysterics as he curled in on himself, eyes hollow. Just as he thought he might wretch, a wet pressure clamped around the shell of his ear. A warm palm came up and molded over his mouth, muffling the surprised gasp that would have been lost to the blade's din anyways. Another arm braced around his middle, pinning his back to a hot chest that was breathing in time with his. His pulse slowed, automatically syncing with the figure pressed behind him and his breathing returned to normal. Jonouchi blinked in surprise.
"There", a smooth timbre grumbled, erupting sparks that tingled around marked flesh. "So it did work, Katsuya."
Jonouchi tensed at the use of his first name (which he had yet to give), expecting the drag of a disgusting tongue like all the times before when he'd been in this same situation. It never came. Instead, the arms restraining him pulled back but the voice stayed close to murmur one more thing.
"Remember if you cause too much of a fuss…we might crash." Kaiba smirked as he pulled away and readjusted his glasses to resume reading the file propped again in his lap.
The blonde's back straightened as he sat in a decidedly stiff manner, pale from the implication of certain doom. He didn't budge a single inch until the moment they landed at the airport.
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"Where's my sista", the blonde groused stubbornly. His knuckles were clenched white as they rested against his knees. He was sitting across from the brunette in yet another plush setting, though this ride was considerably smoother…and more silent than the last.
Before they'd boarded, Jonouchi tried and epically failed to make his great escape. He'd been so desperate to claim his chance at freedom that he'd even bitten this guy's ass as the taller boy slung him over his shoulder like a sack of freakin' potatoes.
Three startled (read: amused) flight attendants, two shouts from both clashing parties, and one smarting butt cheek later, they'd disembarked; coasting off the runway and into the air again in the finest private jet money could buy.
He was still picking lint from Kaiba's slacks off his tongue. The other boy regarded him with barely leashed contempt as he shifted in his seat to relieve the pressure on his burning…no. No, he was not going to just lay down and take this humiliation.
He was Seto Kaiba: world superpower and mogul extraordinaire. Who was he to get bullied around by someone…something he'd bought? Even if those eyes trickled over him like warm whiskey. He hadn't seen them properly in the dim light of that room but now in this well-lit cabin, he wanted them to stay on him, to…
"Enough", he snarled, more at himself than at the blonde as a palm thundered down on the steel armrest.
Jonouchi jumped in his seat at the fury lacing the other boy's voice. It had even been absent when he'd forcibly backed the brunette into a corner. But it made itself apparent now, as harsh and unyielding as a swirling blizzard. The blonde shivered as icy eyes trained on him.
"So this is the thanks I get", Kaiba hissed, his voice dropping and becoming even more frightening as each careful syllable ripped through the air like blades of malice.
"I didn't ask ya to buy me", the other boy shot back, jolting a little when Kaiba shot to his feet and swayed slightly as he adjusted to their elevation.
"I saved you, you ungrateful…"
"Ungrateful? Ungrateful wha!" He rose to his feet too, fury dimming the edges of his vision. "Because of ya 'rescue' I've lost my sista foreva!"
"She wasn't even there", the brunette roared, shocking his charge into silence. Jonouchi stumbled forward a few steps, his eyes glazing over with something not quite sane. "Tha's not funny…"
Kaiba splayed a hand against the boy's chest, preventing him from charging forward like he could sense the other wanted to. "Don't", he warned.
"Or ya'll wha", the blonde snapped, throwing all caution to the wind. His rough accent thickened. "Lie ta me again?"
"I'm not lying", Kaiba sighed. "Don't you think it's weird that on those little breaks you were allotted you never saw her?"
"Tha's…tha's 'cause the girls were kept in a diff'rnt section. Pegasus promised he'd sell us together!"
Seto paused as he pushed the boy back a little to give himself some much needed space. "Wait…so the fact that someone just bought you doesn't even perturb you in the slightest?"
"Nah, I ate my vegetables when I was little."
The CEO blinked at the cockamamie response. "That's...I think you're confused."
"Ya damn right I'm confused." He hunkered down and hugged his knees. "Nothin' matters anymore. I woulda been happy if ya bought me, I wouldn'ta cared. But Shizuka…she's all alone now. And scared."
"Why did you ask me before where she was then? You knew she wasn't there to begin with Katsuya."
"Stop it", the blonde snarled. "Just stop it. You dunno wha it's like! I bettcha only got yaself ta worry bout."
He shot to his feet again but as he turned a hand clamped around his upper arm.
"Get outta ma way moneybags. Move!"
Jonouchi turned to shove the brunette but strong arms wrapped around his front and pulled him flush against a hard body, pinning him there. "Katsuya", Kaiba murmured again, bending slightly to nibble at the boy's ear to calm him once more. "Think. We're roughly thirty thousand miles above the ground at this moment." He felt the boy sway against him and gripped harder.
"I don' care. I gotta get back. She's—"
"I promise you Katsuya. She is not there or I would have bought her as well."
The blonde shuddered and sagged back into the hug; it wasn't sexual and none of his normal warning flags were going off. That in and of itself should've weirded him out but Jonouchi hadn't been kidding when he'd made his earlier brazen claim. Nothing mattered anymore. He'd been bought. And...
And if Shizuka wasn't at The Compound then that meant two things: Pegasus had lied to him, and she could now be anywhere. Anywhere.
He groaned as a heavy, hopeless shout built in his chest. "W'm I gonna do", he wailed. "I'm all she's got!"
Kaiba acted on instinct as he hauled his charge back over to the seats. With jerking movements, he held the boy to his chest and pulled the armrests up so that he could lounge against the side of the plane. He pulled the sobbing blonde against him and ran his fingers through the honey tinted locks like he'd done many times for his little brother in the past.
There was another thought; Mokuba. The elite was a little sheepish to admit that he hadn't heeded any of the boy's descriptions for a friend that he'd always imagined. This was supposed to be for Mokuba's birthday but the second Kaiba's eyes had landed on Jonouchi's picture, he felt a tug in his chest.
"Shh. Sh, I know Katsuya. I know."
"You don'", the blonde slurred. Jonouchi balled his fists in Kaiba's trenchcoat anyways.
Yes, this was the right choice. Mokuba would just have to accept it. The boy was kind, he'd learn to adjust. And the blonde curled against him had many things in common with his little brother. Yes, everything would fine. He had a lot to do when he got back though.
Kaiba sighed as he palmed at his face. He was both startled and pleased to find that before he knew it, Jonouchi had dozed off. The elite waved away the flight attendant that came forward offering a blanket, fearing it would wake him. He needed all the rest he could get.
His hand moved to trace the line of the blonde's ear, drawing a soft murmur between breathy snores as the sleeping boy nuzzled closer to the pleasant touch. Sensitive ears that appreciated attention. Kaiba nodded.
An ungrateful mutt indeed.
Cliché, I know. Hell I thought it was cute though x3. For all you non-puppyshippers…get over it. For all you non- puppyshippers that say puppyshipping doesn't make sense, again I say: get over it. If you reaaaaally want to squabble about something not making sense, pairings in general don't. But we are all of us fictioneers and in-so-being, we shape something with fanfiction the way WE WANT it to be.
I'm not trying to be disrespectful here, really I'm not. I'm just saying, each to his or her own. Don't go disrespecting something just because it 'doesn't make sense to you'. No like? No read! Gosh~
So with that said (and again I mean no disrespect), if you like the story but not the pairing, keep reading because I'm vain like that and—
No, haha! Seriously, keep reading because this might just be my ego talking but even old pairings can learn new tricks. Dogs…puppyshipping. Ha. See? It totally works. I got a comp virus yesterday. .PUP INFECTION…like lolwut? Message from the muse?
Ah, yeah. And if you like the pairing AND the story then hell, you keep reading too! And thank you :3 Super dramazZzZz on the way.
As always, please forgive the inevitable typos.
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