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A/N: Here we will see our friends be totally pampered before
the night’s real deal. Forgive me in advance for the upcoming long chapter.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Don’t plan to, don’t need to
WHISPERS IN THE DARK
“Joey? Joey dear,
time to get up.”
“Gimme 5
more minutes, Ma…”
Mrs. Wheeler was not going to give
her son the luxury of sleeping in, as much as she loved and doted at him till
no end. She came into the room, pulled the curtains to let the bright sunlight
in and removed Joey’s blanket without a second’s notice, leaving Joey facing
the wrath of the cold autumn morn and the rays of the sun that shone high in
the sky directly at his face.
“Ma~!!! Would it kill ya to lemme haf
mah beauty rest?!”
“Joseph Wheeler, it’s about
high-time you get out of the bed and get yourself ready for the grooming
sessions! It’s already 9.30 in the morning and you’re supposed to be there by
10! The sun’s about to bake your little butt cheeks if you don’t get up!
Besides, your friends are already downstairs waiting for you.”
Joey groaned and practically crawled
on his hands and knees out of the bed to the bathroom as his mother helped him
make the bed. He lazily took a dump, brushed his teeth, washed his face and did
his hair. By the time he was done, he was urged by the knock on the door to
hurry up and saw that there were his clothes for the day waiting for him on the
bed to be worn.
“Yo,
mornin’, guys.”
“You should be saying ‘Good
morning’, boy.”
Joey winced as he was greeted by his
father’s stern voice and whack on the head. He maybe loved and well doted on by
his parents, but there is no say that he should be spared the rod whenever he
needed discipline, and his father definitely can pack a mean punch when he
needs to be reminded that he was to follow the rules if he was to remain under
one roof with his parents.
“Ouch! Geez, Pa!
No wonder my grades are gettin’ down!” Joey groaned
as he rubbed his throbbing head. Mr. Wheeler shook his head in disapproval.
“One of these days I’m going to have
to send you for articulation classes. You speak worse than your Grandpa!”
The four friends who were waiting
for Joey in the living room heard every word and tried to stifle their laughs.
No matter how many times they see Joey and his father bicker at each other,
they could never stop finding amusement between them. Though not related of
flesh and blood, Joey and Mr. Wheeler had the same outspoken and blatant
characteristics. They enjoyed getting at each other’s necks and grumble and
yell at each other like cats and dogs, but they all know it was just all for
show. They could tell that they were very close and whoever ended up in
trouble, the other would not hesitate to step out and help in whatever way they
can. They remembered the day Mr. Wheeler’s liquor business almost went bankrupt
because of mutiny between him and his business partner, and the day when Joey
got beaten up terribly because of him trying to protect Yugi
from being tainted by just another daily group of hormone-crazed pure men. The
ferocity of Joey and Mr. Wheeler trying to help each other as Joey went and
challenged his father’s traitor of a business partner into a bet (which he won,
of course) and Mr. Wheeler personally going to each and every house of those
pure men and scolded the devils out of their parents was not to be reckoned
with.
“Here’s your bed clothes and your
toiletries,” Mrs. Wheeler came out with a duffel bag for Joey. “And also I
packed in some comic books just in case you get bored, and your MP3 player
should you want to listen to some music to calm your nerves, and I have a
couple of snacks…”
“Alright, alright, Ma!” Joey
exclaimed as he took the duffel bag almost hurriedly from her. “I get the
point!”
“Oh, Joey. I’m…I’m so sorry you have
to go through this, really I am,” Mrs. Wheeler bawled as she threw her arms
around her son and hugged him like she had never hugged anyone before, sobbing
like a little girl. The four friends watched awkwardly as Mrs. Wheeler
practically squeezed the life out of him.
“OK, OK, Ma, ya
suffocatin’ me…”
“Come on, woman,” Mr. Wheeler came
over and pried his wife off his son. “Your boy is just going to fulfill his
ancestral deal, is all. You’ll see him again tomorrow. It’s not like he’s going
to war or anything.”
“What he said, Ma,” Joey tried to
catch his breath after being snuffed out of it for so long.
“Make us proud, son.”
“I will, Pa. See ya,
folks.”
The four bid Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler
goodbye before leaving the house. As soon as they’re far enough, Yugi said, “Wow, your mom sure loves you very much.”
“Too much, I’m afraid,” Joey
groaned, rolling his eyes.
“It’s no wonder,” Ryou commented. “Unlike my family, you’re the only kid they
got, and it’s not like they can have anymore children. I feel for your mother
too.”
“She ain’t
need ta worry so much. I ain’t
goin’ anywhere.”
“So how’s about some breakfast
before we get to that spa place?” Tristan suggested.
“You guys haven’t had breakfast
too?” Ryou asked.
“Nope,” Malik
shook his head. “Like you, Joey, we were shaken the marbles off us from the bed
and told to hurry and get dressed to go to the spa. Yugi
was the first to wake and he fetched Ryou and Tristan
first before getting to me. You were the last one on his to-do list.”
“Well, Grandpa said that our
breakfast will be provided by the spa, or more like lunch, coz as soon as we
get there, they will start all that beautification process and whatnot and it
had to be done on an empty stomach, so we’re mostly having to wait until lunch
time before we get to eat anything.”
“Ah, great,” Joey grumbled. “Imma gonna starve to death by da time they’re done wif me!”
“Don’t worry your horses off, Jo,”
Tristan said as he stretched his lazy bones. “I’m sure they won’t let that
happen to us Golden Boys of the future.”
--:--
If they said Domino Perfecture Spa and Beauty Saloon was very exclusive, they
made too much of an understatement. As the five friends joined the other 10 of
their kind to the designated spa where they will soon go through the pampering
and beautification process, they soon learnt that the spa was more than just
grand and exclusive and all out for the high-ups.
Domino Perfecture
Spa and Beauty Saloon had always been catering for those who can afford it,
especially the women who enjoy a little pampering every now and then. The
building stood about four floors high and it was almost as big as half a
football field. The walls are smooth and sparkly with the colour
of warm hue that would relax even the tensest person in the world. Decorated
with beautiful pictures and art of sceneries and masterpieces from the greatest
artists known in the world and floors tiled in marble, it was a perfect sight
to behold as everyone drank in their surroundings in awe. All the workers there
who came to greet them at the entrance wore perfectly iron-pressed pink and
blue uniforms and all of them had award-winning smiles that could blind a
person even though they’re wearing shades. Their services, as displayed on
their gold-plated service board on the wall, ranged from hair styling, full
body massages, manicures and pedicures, body de-toxing
and slimming programs. But for this auspicious day, the services were going to
be much, much special, which the five and their 10 fellow hermaphrodites would
soon find out.
At the service counter, Yugi could see Tea and Miho talking in their important
manner to the head of the spa and her workers. He waved lightly at her to catch
her attention and got a friendly wave as a reply before she put on her
business-like expression. Yugi knew that when she
started going into that mode, there was no room for jokes and playing around.
He timidly joined his other friends in line and waited for what was about to
come.
“Good morning, boys. I see that
you’re all here. Now if you would follow Ms. Lynn Medusa here, she will show
you to your designated rooms where you would be treated, pampered and
beautified for tonight’s big event. Please show your tags to Mr. Hobson to be
scanned and pass through that body-scanning machine before entering the spa
arena. That’ll be all, boys. Enjoy your day.”
So saying, she, Miho and the head of
the spa, whose name Tea introduced as Ms. Lynn Medusa, ushered the boys towards
Mr. Hobson, the man in charge of keeping the hermaphrodites’ records and
bio-data, seated at the end of the service counter armed with a machine which
the boys can only guess is the tag scanner. One by one, the boys held their
tags over the scanner and walked through the body-scanning machine to
double-check and see if they are who they really are and not some scapegoat
doing a hermaphrodite’s dirty work. Everyone got the clear green light from
every scan and Ms. Lynn Medusa took over, leading them to their first service
of the day.
First off, they were all taken to
the massage room where they were massaged from head to toe by some of the most
skilled masseuse of Domino
Island. Since Joey,
Tristan and Malik spent most of their lives fighting
and doing the rough stuff, it was something they’d always wished for. Yugi was afraid that his bones would be broken and he’d be
karate-chopped into mince meat when he was assigned to a rather burly-looking
masseuse who claims to be imported from Italy, but was surprised by how
gentle and soothing he was as his fingers worked their magic on his tiny frame.
Next, after a 10-minutes rest to get their bodies back together, they were
taken to the facial room where they were given facial massages and some health
masks to replenish the skin and relax their facial muscles. Yugi
and Ryou, and some other feminine-looking
hermaphrodites, were born for it, but people like Joey, Tristan and Malik, they looked like sissies with their blue-coloured health masks on and it was hilarious that they
wanted to complain about the ridiculous situation they’re in but could not for
fear of cracking it and getting reprimanded by Ms. Medusa. Yugi
and Ryou had to fight hard not to laugh at them.
After washing their faces, they were
taken to another room where it is their bodies turn to be lathered on with
nutritional mud by dunking everything except their heads into a huge warm tub
of grey mud and their naked bodies covered all over from the neck down. It was
said that the mud they were ‘trapped’ in came from countries where volcano
eruption often happened, and was taken straight from the foot of the volcano
and, mixed with herbal water, was known to have very high nutritional and
medicinal values to the skin. This time it was worse than having facial masks
on because it is their whole body that was not allowed to move. The stronger
boys could handle it—they had been punished by their teachers to stand outside
the corridor holding two buckets full of water with their arms outstretched to
either side without the luxury of moving about, no thanks to their tendencies
to come to school late or start fights with the pure men to protect Yugi and Ryou—but the lesser of
them felt like it was torture beyond compare. Ryou
couldn’t help complaining and Yugi kept asking “Are
we done yet?” so many times, even Malik lost count.
By the time they were done, Yugi and Ryou practically struggled to get out, as if they were
stuck in quicksand, and was relieved when they were hosed down by the workers
with luke warm water.
After that, they were led to the
bathing room where there was a huge basin built in on the floor filled with
warm water and the workers there dashing a considerable amount of roses and
sandalwood into it. The fragrance alone was enough to lure everyone to throw
away their robes and dip in. Once they were in and settled into the heat, the
five made a few small talks with their fellow hermaphrodites to get to know
each other briefly. Finally, they were taken to the saloon room where they had
their hair done to their liking and were given a full set manicure and pedicure
while the hairdressers tend to their hair. All the boys were happy as they
finally get to play around with their hair when their parents did not allow
them to. Some wanted their hair dyed or have hair extensions, and some wanted
to cut them short or have their long hair styled in their dream looks. The five
want their hair to maintain the way it was with a just a little trimming at the
ends or two, except that Ryou requested the
hairdresser to tie his hair the same style as the actor Orlando Bloom when he
played Legolas in LOTR, earning the rest of his
friends a huge sweat drop on the head. There was no persuading this LOTR fan
otherwise. But then again, Ryou was at least better
than some of their fellow hermaphrodites who wanted their hair done in the
outrageous way possible, from dyeing their hair with crazy multi-colours worse than Yugi’s to
literally shaving it bald to styling their hair in a way that it was quite
obvious too much hair gel was used.
By the time they were done, they
looked refreshed and almost different than they used to. Tea and Miho inspected
them one by one, nodding in approval at those decently groomed and shook her
head, sighed and smiled weakly at those who find it amusing to have their hair
looked like they just came back from La La Land, but
said nothing. It was their choice and they will have to live and answer for it.
Her job was just to make sure Ms. Lynn Medusa and her staff did their job well.
“I see you all are in tip-top shape
now,” Tea said as she inspected the last person. “Well then, now that you’re
all prepped and groomed, you will go in groups of five into our prepared limo
outside the spa to be taken to the Valentino Regalia Hotel and to be checked in
to your respective rooms. A lavish buffet dinner is there waiting for you all,
so please go to Mr. Hobson to collect your luggage and go to the entrance to your
designated limos.”
At the word ‘dinner’, the boys
spared no time in rushing to Mr. Hobson who had been looking after everyone’s
luggage while they were being groomed and grabbed their belongings before
making a dash out of the spa to the black limos parked outside the entrance,
waiting to be taken to the hotel to have their fill. The drivers were already
standing in wait beside the passenger seat door to help the boys open it and
let them in. It was about a 20 minute drive from the spa to the hotel, as the
hotel is located somewhere up the mountains, but once they got there, they were
awestruck by the classy 6-star hotel towering before them and the decors
befitting a 6-star hotel dazzled their eyes and mind till no end.
Tea and Miho, who reached the hotel
first in their own car, led the boys to the service counter where they checked
in and were given keys to their respective rooms. Again, as usual, someone was
there to scan their tags and their bodies to make sure there is no foul play. The
boys realized there was something different about the way their rooms were
designated.
“Yo, Tea,”
Joey called out. “Why are our rooms all starting from the 5th floor
and above? All the rooms from 4th floor and below are all empty. Why
can’t we have those rooms?”
“That’s because Whisperers are
flight creatures,” Tea replied. “Remember how they look like when Solomon gave
you that after-school lecture about Whisperers? They prefer that they have some
place higher to land than going all the way to the ground or take the lift like
us. They’re not used to our technology and prefer the old school way. Besides,
the 4th floor and below are all reserved for my staff and I, and
also all the staff of this hotel to sleep in as they’re going to be serving us
all night until the ritual is done. We have this whole hotel to ourselves,
might as well make use of the space.”
After reminding everyone that dinner
would be on at 6pm, everyone took the elevator group by group and went to their
assigned rooms. Their floors were arranged to the alphabetical order of their
surnames, so Ryou Bakura was
designated to the 5th floor while 3 other boys with D and F surnames
were designated to the 6th floor. Malik Ishtar was designated to the 7th floor, two boys
with L surnames on the 8th floor, and Yugi
Mutou with one boy with an M surname was on the 9th
floor. Two boys with O surnames were designated to the 10th floor.
Tristan Taylor, along with one boy with a T surname also, was assigned to rooms
on the 11th floor. Joey Wheeler, the only people with a W surname
were sent to the 12th floor.
“At least it’s not the 13th
floor,” Joey muttered as he got off and entered his room No. 1205. “My luck is
already as bad enough as it is just being here.”
Joey threw his duffel bag onto the
bed and surveyed the area. His bed was a Victorian-based canopy bed with nice blood-red
roses of all sizes decorating the sheets, the quilt, the pillow case and the
head of the bed as well. The floor was lined with very smooth carpet that felt
like cat’s fur and was adorned with dark red and brown cushions seated in front
of a widescreen TV. The window looked out to the sea, framed by the pale pink
curtain that had frills at the end of it. Had he known the nature of his ‘mother’
and sister’s death, he would’ve loathed the sight of sea, but he was spared
from knowing the truth. It was painful enough to know your parents are no
longer in the world; to know the nature of their death was too much.
As he continued to survey the area,
he noticed that his room was connected to the next room through a huge oak door.
He shuddered to think that if the Whisperer came to visit, he would go through
that door. He checked the wardrobe and found a satin robe along with a few
bathing robes bearing the logo of the hotel and a dark blue yukata
in it, with a note attached. He took down the note and immediately recognized
Tea’s signature on the printed letter.
To whom it may be
concern,
I assume that
once you’re reading this note, you have seen what clothes are prepared for you.
Here’s the long and short of it:
Bathing robes – To be worn while you are a resident of this hotel
Satin robe – To be worn tonight before you go to bed for the mating ritual
Dark blue yukata –
To be worn tomorrow morning as
you leave the hotel as a symbol that you have already completed the mating
ritual
Yours truly, Tea
Gardner
“Trust Tea to prepare everything,”
Joey chuckled as he took off his shirt and jeans and put on the bathing robe, and
put on his pajama pants just in case he ended up getting any “accidents”. He walked
to check out the bathroom to see that it was almost like a smaller version of
the bathing room where they had their rose and sandalwood hot bath with its
bathtub built-in on the floor, squeaky marble tiles, washing sink and toilet. Joey
grinned at the prospect of Tristan trying to ‘get off’ at this bathroom or
maybe daring enough to persuade his Whisperer to do him there.
Joey was broken out of his muse as
the hotel phone rang. He rushed to pick it up and heard Yugi
on the other line.
“Hey, Yug, wassup?”
“Isn’t our room just awesome?!” Yugi chattered excitedly. “This is so much better than our
own bedroom! I wish I could have a bedroom like this!”
“It is rather grand,” Joey admitted as
his eyes swept across the room once more.
“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I’m
calling to say that dinner is ready. Ryou got the
call from Tea and asked us to spread the word.”
“Alright. I’ll
meet y’all at the lift.”
Hanging up the phone, he took one
last look at the room and headed off to the elevator. As he went down, he was
greeted by the happy faces of some of his buddies and a few acquaintances he
picked a conversation with back at the spa. He met the rest at ground floor
where they came out of another elevator. They chattered about the grandness of
their room as they made their way to the hotel dining room where they were
greeted with equally lavish 6-star decors and the smell of dinner lingering
from the buffet table. They wasted no time in arming themselves with plates as
they picked their food from the buffet table. The five chose a seat near the
scenic night view outside and tucked in.
“So, guys, the moment of truth
here,” Tristan started off. “Who here actually watched porn behind their
parents’ back?”
“Is that a trick question, dumbass?” Malik snorted. “We all have watched porn at a certain
point. Even little angel princess here was caught by yours truly browsing
through a few H-magazines at an adult store at Central Domino.”
“I was just curious, you all,” Yugi twiddled his thumbs bashfully. “You don’t need to rub
it in.”
“OK then, next moment of truth,”
Joey leaned closer to the gang. “Who here actually tried diddling themselves?”
“With something or just the finger?”
Malik asked.
“What? Ya
telling me ya freakin’
fucked ya self wit a dildo?”
“Well, no, not as far as that, but
my ‘mom’ had been suspecting where his cucumber for that night’s salad
disappeared to.”
“You didn’t break your virgin now,
did you?” Ryou asked worriedly.
“Naw,
besides, ‘Mom’ always takes me to the gynecologist every 6 months to check on my
‘state of health’. Never once did I hear the doc said anything about my virgin
broken. Anyways, it was just that one time and I didn’t really stick it in that
deep. It fucking aches just going in.”
The boys chuckled at Malik’s statement before Joey admitted, “I haf bin diddling myself sometimes. In fact da last time I diddled mah self
was last weekend night in mah room ‘fore bedtime.”
“What was your stimulation?” Tristan
asked, interested.
“Porn, of course. I haf a good ol’ stash of ‘em hidden right within da loose
tile of mah ceiling and I would diddle mah self ev’ry time I lookit ‘em sexy boys n ‘em six packs n huge packages behind ‘em
thongs.”
“Ooh, naughty boy!” Tristan grinned.
“For me, I usually diddle myself at least once a week, imagining myself to be
filled up by a macho pure man and his larger-than-life manhood. The best place
to play out my fantasies is the bathroom. I dunno
why, bathroom seems to turn me on. I think it’s a fetish.”
“Just so long as you don’t jump on
us whenever we go take a dump!” Malik slapped
Tristan’s head, earning a full length of curses, coughing and spluttering by
the pointy-haired boy who almost choked in his steak.
“Wat about
ya kids?” Joey turned to Ryou
and Yugi. “I dinna believe ya two would be dat innocent!”
“Well…I do play with myself once in a while,” Yugi
blushed as red as a tomato. “Especially when I come home from my secret trip to
the adult store…”
“And you, Ryou?”
Ryou just
shook his head bashfully.
“I don’t believe you! Not even
once??” Tristan asked, finally managed to swallow the steak.
“I…I don’t…I don’t even know where
to start…” Ryou spoke barely in a whisper, earning
the looks of shock, disbelief and horror from his fellow friends.
“Good God, Ryou,”
Malik groaned. “You really are an angel princess!”
“Come on, guys,” Yugi
defended his little frail friend as usual. “Don’t be so hard on him.”
“Jokes aside,” Joey voiced out, his
tone deciding that it’s enough taunting for one day, “anyone of ya are actually ready fer dis event?”
“Well…now that you mentioned it…”
Tristan scratched his chin nervously. “I’m not really sure I am. I mean, it’s
our virginity and our future role as a ‘mother’ we’re talking about.”
“Of all the ill luck, we’re the ones
being the victim of a crime our ancestors committed,” Malik
replied grudgingly.
“Technically it’s not a crime. It’s
more like a selfish deal,” Yugi commented. “But it is asking too much from us. We haven’t
even started dating yet, let alone give our first time to someone and bear
their child. And we’re not going to be officially married to them, so to speak.
Wouldn’t that consider a little…well…out of wedlock or something?”
“Unfortunately there’s pretty much
nothing we can do about it,” Ryou replied. “I mean,
would you rather you and your whole family be
sentenced to death and cause human extinction by breaking the deal or just get
it over and done with? We have to be practical here, no matter how much we hate
doing this.”
“I suppose,” Malik
agreed reluctantly. “Just remember our deal, guys. No change of mindset on our
Whisperers and prayers everyday to the Ethereal Clan to be blessed with a
Whisperer-dominant.”
Everyone nodded in agreement. Ever since
the day they met at their high school orientation day and discovered their
gift, they have made a pact to be Whisperer-haters for life and determined to
have their child born Whisperer-dominant so that they would not have to suffer
the burden of looking after a Halfling. This had been their pact since junior
high when they were only a pre-teen of 13 years old, and it had stood strong
for the next 3 years, until now.
“Attention everybody,” Tea suddenly
emerged in the crowd of eating teenagers. “We have received word from the
middle men that the Whisperers have selected their representatives and are good
to go. They will be arriving here any time now, so please finish whatever you’re
eating and make your way to your rooms ASAP.”
The five stole a look on Tristan’s watch
and saw that it was almost coming to 10pm. They drained their glasses, renewed
their pact by putting their hands together on top of each other, wished
everyone luck and made their way to the elevator to return to their rooms. As Joey
reached his floor and walked steadfastly to his room, there was only one though
in his mind.
“This is going to be a long night.”
A/N: Well, how do you like it? I know, I know, I’m evil. I
stopped just right there so that I can keep you all in suspense. *evil laugh* Neways, I used Ms. Lynn Medusa (Ms. Chono
in her Japanese name, the one who expels students in the manga
Vol #1) as the head of spa because I thought it would
be quite suitable, since she’s all about beauty, and I used Mr. Hobson (Seto’s butler) as the man in charge of records coz…well…I
couldn’t think of anyone else… ^^; Reviews plz!
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