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Still Frame
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Danaeyl Panthernopaeus.

Such large, innocent eyes. The green pools were tainted with fear. At that age, they should have been lively with joy, curiosity and hope. Now they were just terrified. Terrified of what was going to happen to them. Terrified of defying the one that had kidnapped them. All of them were. They did not want to die. But they all knew there were worse fates than death.
"I am sorry," he had said.
The other had nodded. He knew that the one above him was not to blame. They were all doing everything they could to survive. Would it make them hate themselves any less if they were released? All of them highly doubted it. They would continue to live, and try to forget about what they had done. All of them would. And that included death.

Yami slowly opened his eyes. He stared out the window. Sleet, the mixture of snow and rain, pounded against the glass. He didn't move. He tried not to breathe. There were still memories that were hidden by the smoke. The other in his mind was still trying to protect him, and for that, Yami would be eternally grateful.
The door to the room opened.
Yami glanced at his wrists. He could see the evidence from when he had tried to take his own life. The scars were red. They glared at him. He had been taken to a hospital because of it. And no one there bothered to ask any questions. Every question that was asked was answered by the kidnappers. The nurses took what they said, including the lies of being family.
Something was placed on the bedside chest.
Yami's fingers twitched. He didn't want to know who it was. In fact, he only wanted to be alone. He wanted to wallow in self-pity for a little longer. He hoped that at some point he would be able to forget about everything that had happened. He wanted to move on with his life. But the memories were still there. He would always have them, but he wanted to be rid of them for a little while.
"I don't know if you're ready to eat, but I brought you something anyway."
Yami closed his eyes, curling into himself even more. Why did Kaiba have to be so nice? Since when was he like that, anyway? Why did it have to be him? Why couldn't Yugi have found him instead?
Yami frowned. He forgot about Yugi and the others. They would be so worried about him. How would be able to face them? If he told them anything that had happened, they would look at him like he was a monster. He could handle looking at himself like that. But what if Yugi started doing it? How would he survive?
Yami squeezed his eyes. He felt a warm presence wrap around him, as though he was being hugged. Gentle words were whispered through his tattered mind. Slowly, the smoke began to eat all the memories again. And this time, he would not try to pry his way through it. He would allow them to stay where they were. He didn't want to remember.
"I am sorry, Yami."
Yami's eyes flew open. What did Kaiba mean by that? Why was he sorry? Was the one that had done those things to him? Was he the one that had kidnapped him, and forced him to do those things to others? No. He was not responsible, but he felt like he was. Why would someone do something like that to themselves?
Yami closed his eyes again. He wanted to sleep, and not have nightmares about what had happened. According to Kaiba he had been missing for six months. It felt like six years, if truth were told. Every day he would pray that the sweet song of death would sing for him. Every day he would pray that the others captured with him would also feel the sweet abyss of death. And every day all of them had to suffer.
You are free.

Seto watched as Yami fell into a fitful rest. It had been three days since Yami had woken up, and he still hadn't eaten anything. He was beginning to worry about the spirit. He didn't want to force food down Yami's throat, but if came to that, he would.
Seto glanced at the Puzzle, which was on the bedside chest. He had yet to call Yugi and tell him that Yami was with him. He still wasn't sure how the Pharaoh felt about being seeing all of them. He had thought about telling only Yugi, but got the feeling the small teen would tell the others. He didn't want all of them at his house. That was mainly because he didn't want Jounouchi to be there.
Seto sat at the desk. He continued to watch Yami sleep. He didn't know what to do. Yami hadn't spoken a word since he woke up. He usually communicated with a series of screams, whimpers or more screams. It wasn't something that Seto was accustomed to. Not hearing Yami's arrogant voice was something that he missed.
Seto closed his eyes. He hadn't been getting much sleep lately. With the production of his virtual world system nearing completion, and finding and caring for Yami, it left very little time for him to eat correctly or even get the recommended amount of sleep. The naps he took on the sofa were nice enough, but that was usually an hour before Mokuba returned from school.
Seto opened his eyes. He frowned when he saw Atem eating the food on the bedside chest. He figured it wouldn't be long before he took over Yami's body and made him eat. At least someone was doing something good for him.
Atem glanced at Seto. "Thank you," he said after he had finished.
Seto nodded. He forced himself onto his feet, and picked up the dishes. "Would you like a drink? I don't think you have been receiving enough fluids. That or your bladder is the size of Texas."
Atem nodded. "May I have a cup of milk tea?"
"Would you like any sugar?" Atem shook his head. "Very well. I'll be back up in a few minutes. Until then, the bathroom is through that door."
Seto pointed to the door beside the computer desk. Atem nodded again, slowly getting to his feet. Seto left the bedroom, going down the extravagant staircase. It was a little over an hour before Mokuba would return from school. He went into the kitchen, put the kettle on, washed the dishes and made Atem's tea.
Seto stared out the window. He had hired a new driver. One he hoped wouldn't be able to be overpowered by the spirit of a Pharaoh. He took the tea into the bedroom, and placed it on the bedside chest. He could hear the shower going in the bathroom, and decided that was a good thing. He would need to change the bed sheets, too. It wouldn't be doing much good for Yami to continue sleeping in them.
While he had the time, Seto quickly stripped the bed. He went into the closet, and got a clean set of sheets, a quilt, pillowcases and a cover for the quilt. He quickly remade the bed, and placed out some old clothing of his own. He doubted that Yami would fit into them, having lost so much weight. Still, it was better than wearing the filthy clothing he was in. He made a mental note to burn those clothes.
Seto picked up the dirty bedding, and took it downstairs. He threw it into the washing machine, set the preferences, and went into the living room. He collapsed on the sofa, and closed his eyes. He had just enough time for a nap, before Mokuba returned from school.
Before he went to sleep, Seto quickly clicked through his routine. He would have to help Mokuba with his homework, check on Yami, make dinner, check on Yami, attempt to eat, take some to Yami, check on Yami, and then do some work on the programming of the virtual world. Sometimes he wished that he had maids and butlers to do have of the work for him.
Seto fell into a light sleep. Unfortunately, it didn't stay that way. Before he knew it, Mokuba's voice was piercing his subconscious and he was forced to open his eyes. Seto sat up, and looked around. He had overslept from the look of things. He glanced at the clock on the VCR machine, and it blinked at him in all zeros. There must have been a blackout.
Seto followed Mokuba's voice into the dining room. He saw that his little brother had invited Yugi over, for some reason. Usually Mokuba asked to invite people over. Seto quickly checked his phone and saw that he had seven missed calls from Mokuba. Huh. Since when did Mokuba decide to bring people into the house of his own accord?
"Seto has been working a lot lately. So I should probably make him dinner," Mokuba said. "And I know that he's been looking after Y ––"
"Mokuba, have you finished your homework?" Seto cut in. He thought he had told Mokuba not to mention Yami being there. At least not until Yami gave the okay.
"Seto!" Mokuba grinned over his shoulder. "Yeah, I finished it all. Yugi helped me with it. And I'm sorry that I invited him over without your permission. I tried calling several times. And when you didn't answer, I decided it would be okay. We would stay downstairs while you worked upstairs." Mokuba lowered his eyes.
Seto placed a hand on his head, gently ruffling his hair. "You don't need to apologise, Mokuba. I'm sorry that I didn't answer my phone." He glanced at Yugi. "How are things going with the search for Yami?"
Tears entered Yugi's eyes, and he shook his head. "No one has seen him anywhere. No one even remembers seeing him in the last six months. If anyone else had said that they had seen him, I would have thought they were just toying with me. I'm really worried about him, Kaiba. I can't even reach him with our link. Every time I try to go to him, I'm blocked by black smoke."
"The smoke is gone." Yami's words ran through Seto's mind. Was that Atem attempting to protect Yami from everything, including Yugi? That didn't seem right. If anyone could help the Pharaoh heal it would be Yugi, so Seto assumed.
Mokuba looked between his big brother and Yugi. Seto glared at him, and he knew not to mention that Yami was staying with them. Instead, he decided to lift Yugi's hope. "There hasn't been anything about a body being found, Yugi. I'm sure he's just travelling or something like that."
Yugi gave a pitiful smile. "Yeah… I'm sure that's what he's doing."
Seto decided to leave the munchkins alone, and got to work on dinner. He got the feeling that Yugi might be staying, and made extra. It wasn't anything fancy, just a warm salad. He wasn't in the mood to make anything fancier. If that was what Yugi wanted, then he could go home. He dished it up onto four plates, and took cutlery through to the dining room, along with Mokuba's and Yugi's share of the food. He was thanked, and Seto just nodded.
As Seto took Yami's upstairs, he hoped that Atem was still controlling the body.

Yami didn't know what it was like to be tortured. He had never felt a pain like it before. The thin lines that were carved into his flesh, only to be coated quickly with salt. The sadistic laughter that haunted him. Everything was a torture. The screams of the people in the other rooms. Theirs ended quickly, though. That was not something that Yami had the pleasure of.
No. His would last for hours. When they grew bored of cutting him, they would move onto something far worse. And he never thought that was possible.
The first time was the worst. He had never been violated before. And it was an experience he never wanted to relive. He was chained to a trough. All he could see was his reflection. The fear that played through his eyes made him hate himself. How dare he be so weak! The presence of someone behind him had made him shudder in terror. The feel of hands over his naked body had made him want to vomit.
And all the while he thought: At least it will be over quickly.
He had never been so wrong in his life. It had lasted an hour. While his anus was being torn, he was half drowned in the trough. He wasn't sure which was worse. The fact that every so often there was a point in him that made him enjoy it, or the fact that he was being taunted with the illusion of death.
He had been thrown into a cage, coughing up water and shivering. There was a voice that spoke to him, but he couldn't remember what it had said. Or what it had even sounded like. Then there was a flash of hair, and the person disappeared into the darkness. All he had wanted was to die.

Yami woke with a start. He gripped the sheets that gave him the falsity of being safe. He still wasn't in the dungeon. He was somewhere safe. Somewhere where he could forget about what had happened. Somewhere where he could forget about what he had done. Somewhere where everything he feared was nothing but a bad dream.
But it was all a fantasy.
He would not be safe until he was dead. He would not forget about what had happened to him until he was dead. He would not forget about what he had done until he was dead. The world would be much better off without him. The people he had hurt would get that small piece of closure at least.
With that in mind, Yami threw back the covers of the bed. He went over to the window and stared down at the ground. He was not up high enough to kill himself. But he would find a way to make sure that he did die.
The roof.
He opened the window. He was surprised that he had the energy to do anything, when he thought about it. He had not eaten in days, or even weeks. And someone had bathed him, as well. He had the soft scent of jasmine and sandalwood on his skin. He climbed onto the windowsill, and stuck his head out.
If he did jump from that height, it might be hours before Kaiba found him. He might be able to die in that time. At least that way Yugi would stop worrying about him. He would be dead. And then he wouldn't be a monster. He wouldn't have to explain what he did to anyone. He wouldn't have to deal with their looks of disgust.
But more importantly… He would be free.
Even if it is the coward's way out, at least I won't be living in this nightmare, he told himself. I won't be a burden to anyone anymore. I won't… A tear fell from his eye as he stared at the snow covered ground.
Kaiba had taken him in, without any questions. He had given him a place of warmth, safety and moderate mutual consideration. He had not thanked the CEO for doing that for him. Instead, all he was going to do was to give Kaiba a reason to hate him. Kaiba was not going to enjoy explaining to anyone why the King of Games was found dead on his property.
But that didn't matter.
The bedroom door opened. He heard Kaiba call out his name. The sound of a plate hitting floor seemed to echo through his mind. He took a deep breath, and jumped from the windowsill. Kaiba called his name again. And again, he ignored the CEO.
I'm free.

End Chapter II.
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