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mail order bride	By : aleeusha Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2168 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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mokuba closes his eyes to stop the stinging sensation to dam up the threatening storm as turns his face away from Jou. Lis gaze doesn't waver, he just stares and whispers.

“'kaibs', who is that? ”

Jou grimaces knowing full well he has no right whatsoever to be so greedy as to fail to speak.so his voice quivers as he does.

“how did you get to the bridal house?”

Li swears he can feel his heart break, his hands curl around the small blue photo album wrinkling the edges.

“I don't know, I just woke up there and they took care of me.”

“when you got there... you had marks... didn't you.”

Li closes his eyes against the memory of him launching himself out of his bed screaming at the sight of the bloody bandages wrapped around his chest arms and...his thighs.

“yes”

“did you know your name then?”

“no.”

“do you know it now?”

“...no...”

“ Your name is Seto Kaiba, your mokubas older brother.”

Li bites his lower lip to keep it from quivering, Mokuba reaches out and slips the album from Li's shaking hands opening it the first faded water damaged image.

“ we searched everywhere for you...”

The picture is of a boy with messy brown hair in a white t shirt and cloud printed pajama pants sitting in the corner of a bright red couch, he looks at the camera with tired eyes and lopsided smile. Tucked in his thin pale arms in a bundle of purple blankets, in a small opening of which is sleeping face with chubby cheeks and thick wild tuft or black hair.

Jou watches as thick hot pearly tears roll down his wife's face.

“we found your picture in the ad for brides.... and we where so happy but we needed to bring you home. Where you belong, and I'm the only one that was old enough to go through a legal marriage. so-”

Li flips the chunk plastic page

“You didn't choose me.”

He looks a picture of himself squatted down on the grass holding a grubby soccer ball while a tiny boy with untrainable black hair leans forward gripping shoulders trying to stay standing. The air is tense and heavy, he flips the page again.

Jounouchi and mokuba both can see the immense hurt in those clouded blue eyes, his finger skate across the image that Jou cant see.

“I love the you that is... and it hurts.”

Li looks up from the images, his face unreadable.

“ Why? ”

“cause I know, this isn't forever. I know one day your gonna wake up with your right mind. That day will come and you'll go back to hating me. When that day comes... I don't know what I'll do.”

“ you had sex with me thinking-”

“I made love to you.”

On the edge of the bed Mokuba cries and tries his damnedest to be silent, every inch of himself feels guilty as if he is the reason for both their pain.

“How can you say that?”

“Because you are you, all the things that make Seto who he was, you cannot recall, so you cant feel that pain. Or be that guarded, you don't even remember me, so how can you hate me?”

Li just look at Jou in shock and something else he cant quite put his finger on. He looks down at the picture, its a fresher newer picture, in it are all the people from the impromptu wedding reception along with Jounouchi and himself. Looking at it he sees his own face turned away in mild irritation, although dangling happily from his arm is Mokuba with a wide toothy smile.

He looks up from the image across the wrinkled sheets, over to Jous heavily bandages and splinted hand. He looks up to Jous face, heavy with bruises and a few lines of stitches over his cheek and brows.

“I don't want to remember.”

Jonouchi opens his eyes and looks to Li and his bright blue eyes.

“ but you will... its already started.”

Night falls and Li stands in one of many long hallways wandering aimlessly until he finds himself staring at a large family portrait. Two boys with emotions that seem to spill out of the paint and wash over Li's entire being, fear and unrelenting hate. The feeling touches him like tendrils of smoke cold and ghostly, he shakes it off and walks further on. This image is a bit newer, the himself in the image is older and near unreadable, his small hand is placed on mokubas shoulder. This mokuba has a slight smile, he looks less frightened than the previous image. Maybe its because the old man in the strange suit is not towering over the pair.

In his mind those word repeat themselves and make him wonder what exactly Jonouchi meant by it.

'Its already started.'

Li trudges through hallways tired but unsure if he should try and climb into bed with Jonouchi, he turns a corner and finds himself in a dark room. It appears wide and spacious but with something standing out silhouetted in the center. He steps closer to what appears to be a statue curiously, he steps around it and sees bright glittering blue diamonds.

Li stumbles backward and stares the things as a whole at a distance he can see the fierce expression set in its sharp face looking as if it where lunging forward with its wings spread open wide upward and and its claws curled as if to snatch up its target.

His eyes go wide in shock as it dawns on him that this is the thing from his dream, the dread dragon that reared up to defend him...on countless occasions. The image of three of them standing in front of him whirling together to become something else floods his mind. His skull feels for some reason as if it might split open, he slams his hands to the side of his head and screams at the top of his lungs.

So far away, the sound does not carry to the room Jou sleeps in, none the less he lurches up out of the smaller bed and barrels out the guest room door. He clutches his injured hand close to his chest as he follows a path he's not sure of only to find Li in a crumpled heap on the floor in the dark. He doesn't look at the statue, he doesn't even notice its there. He lands down his knees beside the fallen form, placing his hand on Lis thin sharp shoulder shaking it in panic.

“hey! Hey Li- kaiba wake up hey HEY!”

Jounouchi feels panic well up in his chest, so he leans down tries to lift the light weight form up with his one good arm, effectively managing to get the limp body slung up over his shoulder. He tries not to continue to panic, to calm his breath as he attempts to carry Li or kaiba , who ever it is that's currently slung over his shoulder.

“c'mon don't do this now!”

He walks leaning to his left in order to keep kaiba (he thinks) settled on his right shoulder at as brisk a pace as he can manage down the long hallway, all the way back to the bedroom he had been calling his own the last few days. Jounouchi lays kaiba down as gingerly as he can manage, wondering if he should stay or leave. When who wakes up will they mind being alone? Should he cal a doctor? A shrink?

As these thought fly back and fourth through Jonouchis muddled mind he freezes in place when he see, kaibas head loll to the side, his eyes frantic beneath their lids. Unsure of what action he should take but suddenly flooded with the thought that he needs to stay put he glanced nervously around the room, looking for the crystal bell he never used.

He finds it tucked away in a drawer he never bothered with previously, its filled with papers that have thin curling black handwriting spread across the surface. Tempting but not his, he tilts his head to the side looking at the many papers curiously before closing the drawer, he shuffles over to the door and rings the crystal bell three times and waits.

“please be okay, it ain't that bad, you're home you're safe now.”

Jounouchi says these things in the hope that it will reach kaiba wherever he is and calm him in his sleep, stop the nightmare that might be.

“nnn”

A strangled cry from the sleeping figure.

Days have passed and the family doctor looks at what might as well be his own blood, laying in his wide bed head lolling left and right. Over the blankets his fingers twitch, his hand curling up and furling as if he where trying to grasp something no one can see. Mokuba sits beside the bed and talks to him, tells him he's sorry for everything that went wrong. He tells his older brother how happy he looked sitting beside Jonouchi, he coos to him and tells him everything will be alright.

Standing in the doorway watching this, Jounouchi wonders if this is the way Seto had behaved when they found him, was he this way or better or worse? Wanting to know if they handled him better, he wanders back to the guest room he's been sleeping in and locks the door behind him. He looks around and pulls his beat up and heavily worn in green back pack out from under the bed. He plops down on the edge of the bed unzipping the bag and feeling around the mess of papers for something familiar.

His hand closes around a roll of cold glossy paper, he pulls it from the bag and looks at the one and half square inch image of his wife. He unfolds the magazine and looks at the familiar phone number, slipping his chunky outdated cell phone out of his pocket he dials the number slowly, almost afraid.

An automated voice asks for a pin number and a bride number, he dials both and finds himself put on hold. What sounds like elevator music floats out of the speaker of his phone for only a few minutes, until a woman answers. She sounds slightly out of breath,he doesn't mention that.

“hello sir, the bride you are looking for has already been married, we took her down for our catalog as well. How may I ask is it that you know Li's bride number?”

“I'm the one that married him.”

He cant even hear the woman breathing, silence stretches over the line for only a moment.

“Are you unsatisfied with your bride?”

“ I need to speak to the person that took care of him, when he first arrived.”

The woman drops the professionalism in her voice and sounds frightened as she queries Jonouchi.

“oh my! Is he alright? Has something gone wrong?!-”

“please I need to speak to that person”

“oh yes alright just one moment please.”

Jou can hear her fumble and drop the phone, he can hear give hissed curses, he hears her placing the phone down beside the cradle the sound of something sliding open and slamming shut. Shes shouting beyond the door she slammed but he can still hear it even if it is muffled. In his mind he wonders who 'den mother' is and what she is like.

“ This is Ayuki, den mother of this bridal house, how may I assist you? ”

Her voice is calm and almost soothes the panic that roils in his chest.

“ when you found him, what was wrong with him then? Because something happened and I cant get him to wake up... I was wondering about how he was when you took care of him when you found him.”

“ bring him here.”

“when?”

“now”

A fuzzy click announces the line going dead, Jou simply listens to the dull unrelenting hum of the dead line for a minute before he clicks the small red button on his phone. He slips his phone back into his pocket before he leaves the room and trudges warily back to kaibas room, where he can hear Mokuba crying again.

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Almost 14 hours later Jonouchi sits in the back of a black SUV kaiba laying out across the back seat, his knees lifted leaning against the seat his head resting on Jonouchis lap. The car rumbles over the long narrow dirt road that curls around a lush green mountain, in the distance he can see a house. It looks like a scene from an old romance movie.

“Look, were almost there, are you excited to be back?”

He looks down to kaiba who sleep on, strangely calm through the whole ride, no fits, no nightmares. He simply laid calmly in Jous lap sleeping almost peacefully. Kaiba seems to answer with a slight exhale, Jous mouth twitches into a sad kind of smile.

When they finally pull up to the antique house, a row of women stand at the door all with dark colored kimono's as if they where in mourning.

All but one, she is just slightly taller than the others, she wears a bright red kimono very similar to the one Li had worn on the day he arrived. The image stings the corner of Jous eyes, he waits for the driver to open the door before he slips one arm under kaibas shoulder blades gripping his shoulder, the other arm underneath his knees.

As he steps out he watches the brides look at him with such sorrow as if he where carrying a corpse.

“you have managed to keep him calm for the trip?”

“but I still cant get him to wake up”

The woman in red looks sadly at kaiba before turning away, two other women pull the front door open.

“follow me”

Jonouchi stares at her back as he carries his wife and follows on her heels, he doesn't notice the interior of the house. How beautiful it is, the artful paintings adorning the walls the craftsmanship of the woodwork, these things he previously would have stared at for hours.

She leads him to a place out back, where he watches clouds of steam rise up from a large hot spring. She stands facing the rising clouds and inhales deeply, she then turns to face Jonouchi who still cradles his wife.

“wait here a moment”

She walks past him her wooden shoes clicking against the floor as she reenters the house, Jonouchi simply looks down and watches kaibas sleeping face, wondering precisely what consciousness is hidden behind those lids.

For some reason he looks calm, serene as if nothing in the world could bother him. Jou hears the clacking of wooden shoes on the floorboards, he turns to look and sees her carrying out a large jar of glittering blue salts. He looks at it curiously, watcher her crouch down beside the hot spring, she unscrews the lid and throws hand fulls of the salt across the surface. Over and over she tosses the glittering salt crystals, they land in the water sound like a light rain on pavement.

After a moment his eyes grew wide as the clouds of steam began to change color, becoming a misty blue. The sound of another pair of wooden shoes draws his attention, he turns to looks and see another one of the brides standing in dark violet kimono carrying folded towels and a small round wood bucket of wash clothes and a few small bottles of shampoo and soap. She leans down and places them on the edge of the hot spring.

The den mother looks at Jonouchi curiously for a moment before informing him.

“these are our special salts, these are how we ensure the health and wellness of every bride here. They have conquered many ailments, mental and physical. When he arrived here the first time, I bathed him but since he is your wife you will bathe him this time.”

Both women exit the area, silently sliding the door shut behind them leaving Jounouchi to his task. He places kaiba down on the ground carefully, holding him in a sitting position as he peels his clothing off of him. He unfolds one of the towels and lays Kaiba down on it so that he can divest himself of his own clothing, after which he scoops Seto up into his arms and slowly steps into the hots spring.

He finds a nice place to sit and sets kaiba down there, he swims across the small body of comfortingly heated water and takes up the small bucket. As he washes kaibas body he finds himself whispering to kaiba.

“please, please come back we need you. Kaibs please... can you hear me”

At this point Jonouchi is holding kaibas hand, pressing soft kisses against his long slender fingers.

Ayuki sits inside the the sitting room of the house with three of the other brides sipping a steaming cup of green tea, wondering exactly how many of these baths it will take to wake that boy from his comatose state. In her mind she counts out the fifteen bathes it took to wake him the first time, so is completely caught off guard by the sound of an absolutely disturbed scream erupting from the back of the house.

The four women jolt in place, either spilling or just dropping their tea cups, Ayuki quickly rights herself and bolts for the hot spring. She wrenches open the door shaking it almost off its sliding track to find Kaiba throwing the wooden bucket at Jonouchi and yelling at the top of his lungs

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!? DONT YOU EVER TOUCH ME YOU-”

His screaming rant is cut short by den mother Ayuki raising her voice, thus rescuing Jonouchi from his place curled up on the other side of the hot spring, his arms over his head and face like a shield.

“calm yourself NOW.”

Kaiba turns to face the woman in her bright red kimono who leers down the bridge of her nose at him, he is not cowed by it.

“ who the bloody hell are you! Why I am in a fucking bath with HIM!-”

Rather than speak she raises her hand showing the fat of her palm, insinuating that he must quiet himself, he does.

“ you have questions, I will answer them in a moment. For now simply dry off and I will return with clothing for you ”

With that she turns away sliding the door shut behind her, kaiba snarls and glares furiously across the water through the steam at Jonouchi who only stares upward at the sky. He wants to scream a plethora of horrid things, mostly because of that last thing he remembers, it has nothing to do with Jonouchi at all.

He steps out of the water and snatches up a soft white towel, it is only as he begins to drag it over his body that he realizes something is amiss. Jounouchi watches as kaiba looks in bewilderment at the underside of his forearms, curiously drags his hands over his chest. Kaiba rapidly blinks for a moment before quickly drying himself off, the door slides open again.

Ayuki and one of the brides step out, they casually walk up to him- Ayuki taking the towel from his hands. The bride with her light brown hair pulled up into sleek braid step up from behind kaiba slipping the wide sleeves of the violet silk kimono over his arms while the other pulls it tight around him. He just stands there confused while they tightly wrap a dark red obi around his narrow waist.

The bride guides kaiba back into the house while her den mother stays put, she looks over at Jonouchi who hasn't attempted to get out of the water yet. Even through the steam she can see pearly tears rolling down his face, unsure of what to say she simply looks to the wet towel in her hands and the one laid out flat on the ground.

“I will bring you a clean towel”

She then turns away, leaving Jonouchi to his thoughts. When she comes back she finds him already dry in his jeans, pulling on his shirt. She looks at him forlorn, knowing it must hurt.

“ please come inside, we must explain to him what transpired. Perhaps then things may go more smoothly.”

He smiles at her, though it does not reach his eyes.
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