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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 Three
"How is he adjusting?"
"F-fine sir."
"Daimon", Kaiba chided as he reclined back in his office chair. "You're lying."
The butler shifted his weight with a sheepish expression. "W-well…"
Pale fingers steepled under Kaiba's chin as he regarded his most trusted man-servant.
"He's…loud…and makes most of the staff uncomfortable."
"Is he getting along with Mokuba?"
"O-oh just fine sir. They're really close."
The brunette inclined his head then pinched the skin between his eyes. "That's all that matters then, I supposed. Escape report?"
"Twelve attempts this week sir."
"I see…"
"Will you be going to see him tonight my lord?"
"Yes. Yes, I think it's time." He glanced over at the manila folder on his desk with a grim expression.
"Very good sir. I'll make the preparations."
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"Is that really him?"
"Goodness, what an abomination."
"Shh! You don't want him running to the masters."
Jonouchi rolled over in bed and blinked at the perfect sunlight spilling through his lace curtains. They were talking about him again, the maids. They didn't like him being here. He smiled. Catty things.
The blonde sat up and stretched, rubbing an idle hand over his naked chest as he shifted on the twin bed. At his request (i.e. running the poor butler through the entire mansion and not finding a single room he felt comfortable in; there was just too much space here) Jonouchi was allowed to stay out in the single floor flat that had been mainly used by the grounds-keeping staff before—now it was nice decoration, a secluded place for Kaiba to flee to when he wanted simpler surroundings.
This was all, of course, under the condition that a troupe of maids stood by to supervise in case he tried to flee.
Jonouchi snorted. As if a bunch of girls in skirts could stop him if he really wanted to go…
The lump from where one particularly hairy maid named Olga had cracked his head open with a rolling pin a few days ago pulsed just to mock him.
That's right. He couldn't remember how long he'd been here already. After Kaiba delivered him to his little brother he'd only seen the guy once and that had been a short visit to make sure he was comfortable enough. Kaiba had looked exhausted.
The kid named Mokuba came to play with him every day though. The spikey haired brat was nice enough. But he was wasting valuable time. He knew they were back in Domino, he'd recognized a lot of the streets from the limo as they'd swept through town, attracting both envy and admiration.
He needed to see his good-for-nothing-father, needed to know if anything had been heard about Shizuka. Be damned with the fact that the old man had been the one to sell them in the first place like dime-store trinkets. It was a long-shot but the only one he had…for now.
Katsuya yawned and pulled the sheet around his hips as he padded out of bed and into the kitchen with practiced nonchalance. One of the maids blushed like a stoplight and made a frantic cutoff motion to her companions as he approached.
"Mornin' ladies", he greeted brightly, loosening his grip on the crisp cotton sheet just so. The second maid blushed as well but the third…she was a force to be reckoned with. He grinned at her familiar challenging stare, even as she poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.
"Good morning sir. Sleep well?"
"Mm", he hummed around the rim. "Like a rock."
She raised an eyebrow but was otherwise unaffected by his obnoxious behavior. With a flick of her wrist she glanced over something written on the clipboard in front of her. "You'd best make haste young master. Mokuba is expecting you at ten o'clock sharp."
"Where?"
"The pool sir."
Jonouchi downed the rest of his tea and dropped the sheet as he turned and padded out of the room again. Scandalized whispers erupted in his wake and he stretched with satisfaction. "Thanks", he called over his shoulder. They paused, their expressions mortified as he winked at the trio and disappeared back into his room.
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Mokuba and his playmate lounged in the shade, indulging in popsicles and drip-drying from their earlier sojourn in the pool. Jonouchi suckled around his fudge pop, deep in thought, while the younger boy polished off his drumstick with a chocolaty crunch of satisfaction.
"Hey Jou?"
"Hm?"
"Do you hate me?"
Amber eyes widened in surprise. "Why'da think tha?"
Mokuba rolled over to face him as he propped his chin in one hand. "You're still trying to escape."
"Ah Mok, come on. I told ya, I got to."
"But why?"
"Do ya think Kaiba'd just sit around with his thumb up his butt if ya went missin'?"
Mokuba chuckled at the crude imagery that was as refreshing as it was unlikely. "Mmm. Maybe."
The blonde scoffed as he took a hefty bite of his fudge pop. "Well, I find tha hard ta believe." He cursed when part of it plopped off the stick and onto his chest.
"How do you know big brother isn't looking for her already?"
Jonouchi stiffened. The idea crossed his mind…many times before but he'd always dismiss it quickly. "Eeh…moneybags wouldn't do somethin like tha."
"He brought you home for me."
"You're his little bro."
"And you're my friend… and his, I think."
Jonouchi scoffed. "I barely know the guy. And I can't be friendly with someone who 'bought' me."
"Why not? You're friends with me and he bought you for me."
"Tha's different."
"How?"
"One, ya weren't doing the forkin' out. Two, you're good people. Three, it's against my morals."
The shorter boy choked to hide his snort. Jonouchi glared at him while he gasped, "You…you have morals? You, who runs around like a maniac half—"
"Fully."
"—naked most of the time just to freak out the staff?"
"And freak them out it does", the blonde reminisced with relish.
"Those are morals, huh?"
Jonouchi shrugged and folded his hands behind his head as he turned to stare at the sky. "More or less, yeah."
Mokuba gave him a knowing smile that made the blonde blush in spite of himself. "Regardless of your obnoxious penchant for random nudity, you're his friend too. I'm sure of it."
"Uh-huh", the blonde sighed, clearly humoring his young pal.
"Big brother doesn't let just anyone into our home."
"I wish he'd let me out", Jonouchi grumbled. He bit his lip at the wounded expression on Mokuba's face but refused to take it back. "I will get out one day Mok. But I'll come back when I find her again. I said I like ya and I meant it."
Blue eyes colored with sadness as the younger boy regarded his friend.
"I like you too Jou."
It didn't matter that Jonouchi had been bought just for this singular purpose. The two had fallen into a comfortable rhythm despite previous financial exchanges and Mokuba felt for the first time in his life that this person didn't have any ulterior motives when hanging around him.
He didn't want anything except for his sister, which the raven-haired child could completely understand. It still made him sad though. Shaking his head, Mokuba shifted and pounced on the unsuspecting teen, locking him into a chokehold even as the other boy squirmed valiantly.
"You'd better come back Jou!"
They thrashed around on the grass, wrestling and laughing while the wait staff surrounding them looked on with nervous expressions.
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Crashes sounded from within the flat, their origin coming from two struggling individuals inside the luxurious bathroom.
"Young master please, you aren't supposed to—"
"For the last time, will ya stop callin' me tha?"
"Please sir, just—"
"Dontcha sir me either!"
"Jou!"
The blonde flinched at Mokuba's call. "Ah?"
"Behave now. Okay?" The admonishment from the child perched on the counter quelled him until the butler stepped forward again, loofa in hand. Jonouchi gathered the shower curtain around his body and shrieked like a little girl. "Get outta here wouldja? I can bathe by myself!"
"Yes sir but—"
"There ya go with tha sir crap again! Mokuba", the blonde whined.
His friend gave him an indulgent smile as he hopped off his perch and grabbed Daimon's elbow. "Come then. Let him bathe in peace."
The man servant looked between his little master and the naked teen he was supposed to help prepare. "These are Lord Kaiba's orders though…"
Jonouchi snorted. "Lord…heh. Tha's rich."
Daimon scowled. "Now see here you mangy ingrate—"
"Daimon", Mokuba intoned more firmly, bearing an uncanny resemblance to his brother for a moment. "Come on. He'll be fine."
In the end the butler relented and let himself be led away. He looked over his shoulder to cut the blonde a last scathing glare to which Jonouchi responded in kind, tongue wiggling and middle finger staunchly raised in a rather sarcastic salute.
The door closed with a click and the teen released the curtain to ease into the scalding water lapping around his thighs. He sighed as his muscles unkinked, the steam rising in fragrant tendrils to tickle his senses. This place was ridiculous.
The flat was the least imposing on the entire property, ensconced by brush and overhanging trees that created an overall shaded effect of controlled chaos. It felt private here. All this space and luxury made him anxious. But here he was relaxing while Shizuka was…
No. He shook his head and focused on the task at hand, wondering why he had to bathe just because Kaiba was deciding to pay him a visit. The guy said he wanted to do dinner here, but he hadn't let on to the reason why.
Oh well. All things in time.
And what the heck was Jonouchi now anyways? Some pet, some dog to be groomed at his master's behest?
Pfft. Yeah. Right.
Jonouchi eyed the imported soap and top grade loofa with a shudder.
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"He's…what?" Kaiba's voice was low and dangerous, his eyes steely as he regarded the fidgeting maid.
"I…I w-went to check on him s-sir and he… w-wasn't …there."
"Find that dratted mutt", the CEO roared. One of his hands curled into a trembling fist atop the manila folder. The maid squeaked and backpedaled with profuse bowing as she made a hasty exit. Mokuba, seated on the other side of the table, felt his shoulders slump with disappointment.
"Don't worry", Kaiba growled. "We'll get him back."
"Brother", the child said softly. "Maybe…maybe we should just let him go. You're keeping him on an awfully short leash and his sist—"
"Dammit that doesn't matter anymore."
His little brother's eyes widened as Kaiba slid the folder over. "You want a taste of the real world Mokuba? It can't get any more bitter than this."
With a shaking hand, the child lifted the flap and gasped, lip trembling as he scanned the contents. "Oh God", he whispered.
"God has nothing to do with it", Kaiba muttered.
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"Right."
Jonouchi patted the Rottweiler 's head as his other hand scratched behind the dog's ear. "I knew ya'd agree." He laid his body down flat from his crouching position as shouts echoed across the sweeping lawn, more guards rushing to and fro with every passing minute he spent stalling.
"Heh, they think they're so smart…"
The animal cast him a sidelong glance that clearly stated he was one to talk. Jonouchi sniffed, taking his hand away as the dog grunted in protest. "Nope. Tha's whattcha get."
Whining, the animal nudged his hand again as he popped his head up and looked around. He was currently entrenched in the brush behind the flat, bare-assed and at a distinct disadvantage.
"Any idea which way is out boy?"
The dog cocked his head.
"Yeah", he sighed. "I thought not. But I'm no dog and I can't just heel and be happy about it."
Expression somber, it seemed like the canine understood him. He smiled at the thought.
"So it's now or never, I guess. Tell your buddies not to follow me 'k?"
The attack dog rose, regal and lean as it yawned and ambled away. Jonouchi pulled himself into a crouch again, ignoring the breeze around his jewels as he psyched himself up for another attempt.
I will make it this time.
Just as he would have exploded from his hiding place a rustle sounded behind him. Dread tickled his chest as he looked over his shoulder. Olga leered at him, wiggling her sausage-like fingers in a wave around the rolling pin.
"Hello leetle darlink. You are beink bad boy again."
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The door rattled open, breaking the elite from his thoughts. Kaiba's chair scraped as he stood.
"Master, I have heem."
His jaw dropped at the sight of a very sweaty Olga hefting a very naked Jonouchi over one of her beefy shoulders. He was filthy, smeared in mud and dirt with an odd twig or two poking out of his hair. "Nobody, even leetle darlink, escapes Olga, sir", she said proudly.
"That's nice and all", a muffled voice muttered. "But can I go put some pants on now?"
"What do you say leetle darlink?" She reached up and swatted one of his tan ass cheeks.
"…Please Ms. Olga", he yelped.
The woman nodded as she set the teen down. Feeling quite harrassed, Jonouchi cupped himself and shot a death glare at Kaiba as he padded past, daring him to say something. Kaiba barely resisted, coughing into his hand to cover his husky chuckle.
Mokuba wasn't so kind as he placed two fingers to his lips and whistled loudly.
"Shaddup", the blonde hollered, now safe in his room.
Kaiba sat back down and sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in relief. "Thank you Olga", he murmured.
She beamed. "No trouble at all, sir. He is steel a child."
He glanced up at her warily. "What does that have to do with anything?"
Mokuba perked up, having learned this lesson from the burly maid a long time ago. "It means he's not a fool."
Kaiba blinked, his brain groping for an answer.
"It means cheeldrens can be taught. Fools cannot."
A frown marred his brow as Olga stepped around them. "I hear no clothes changing leetle darlink. Olga comes in?"
Muffled curses and a crash could be heard from inside the room before Jonouchi emerged, red-faced, tousled, and all together intimidated. Olga nodded her approval as she pulled out his chair. He glared at her then complied, stomach grumbling.
"Now stay while Olga go get food."
She brandished the rolling pin at all of them in turn before sweeping off to supervise the meal placement.
Kaiba snatched the file from the table and shook his head at Mokuba's questioning glance, silencing him as he tucked the thing away. First, they needed food.
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"Katsuya."
The blonde jumped and spun around, shirt halfway up and exposing his toned abdomen. "M-moneybags! Wha' are ya doing here? I thought ya went back with Mokuba." He hastened to pull his shirt back down but failed to mask the fever creeping across his face.
Kaiba smirked, not deigning to reply as he let his eyes roam over the teen in front of him. Jonouchi fidgeted under such close scrutiny, ashamed of himself for indulging in the same act. The black silky dress shirt was rolled up at the elite's elbows, a tiny amount of his collarbone exposed in ivory temptation. His belted slacks showed off a tapered waist as brown bangs spilled in a shaggy way over his forehead. He was ragged with exhaustion, it showed plainly in the shadows lurking under his eyes like bruises, but his stare burned with intensity; an ice cube sliding over the skin.
The overall effect was relaxed confidence and it was…devastating.
Jonouchi's ear suddenly tingled where Kaiba had bitten him who knew how long ago. He shook his head and swatted at the offending flesh, drawing the other boy's smirk into arrogant heights.
"H-hey. Tha's creepy ya know. It's healthy to blink every now and then."
Kaiba complied and Jonouchi gulped, not sure which was worse; having Kaiba's eyes on him, or…
"Bah!" He lifted his shirt again and turned, flinging the thing to the side as he walked by his bed and rummaged for a bottle of water.
"Are those your only clothes? They're the same you came here in."
Jonouchi ignored the warm ripple that trickled down his spine as Kaiba's voice affected him like a physical caress. He grunted in reply.
"I thought I told one of the girls to take you shopping."
The blonde shrugged noncommittally. True as that may have been, they only did the bare minimum when it came to his care and that was just fine with him. He didn't need anyone fussing over his needs. He didn't need to become weak.
"It don't matt—"
"I'll take you tomorrow then."
Jonouchi wrinkled his nose. "I said it don't matta. And ya know ya can't anyways. You're always too busy."
"Why do you say that?"
"Cause…" His voice caught but he took a swig of water and continued. "Cause you've only come ta see me…once...since ya brought me here."
"Were you lonely?"
"The hell I was", the shorter boy scoffed, hating the way his voice shook. "Y-ya got me for Mokuba anyway and he's loads funner than your surly butt."
He stiffened at the husky chuckle behind him but Kaiba didn't press the subject anymore. Instead he said, "I'll be rescinding your supervision."
The blonde whipped around, eyeing his 'master' suspiciously. "Ya trust me now some'in? "
"Not in the least", Kaiba drawled. "I just realized today that Olga is all that's needed keep you in line."
"Tha's not fair!"
"Don't be difficult. It's necessary."
Jonouchi cocked his head. "Is she here now?"
"Not at the moment. We're alone Katsuya."
Chills rose on the blonde's arms as Kaiba rolled the syllables of his first name around on that infuriating tongue like he was tasting more than just the name. No, he wasn't tasting it. He was freaking molesting it. Eyes narrowed, Jonouchi stood toe to toe with him.
"Wha's this about moneybags? Why won't ya let me go?"
"I don't think you understand your situation. I bought you. Therefore I own you."
"I promise ta come back! Just lemme go find my—"
"There will be no more need for that Katsuya."
He bristled, stepping closer to his captor. "Don' push me Kaiba. Tha's not funny." His accent thickened in the way it always did when he was having trouble reigning in his temper.
"No", the taller boy agreed. "It's not. But it's true nonetheless." He slapped the folder against Jonouchi's chest, forcing him to stumble back a step from the force of the contact. "You might want to sit down for this."
He glared at Kaiba but in the end curiosity got the better of him. The mood went from seductive to grim instantly as he plopped on the end of the bed while Kaiba folded his arms against his broad chest and lounged against the wall, watching his charge closely. It wasn't lost on the shorter male.
The blonde didn't bother for pretense though as he flipped back the cover. His eyes snagged on the blaring headline of a Domino newspaper article that looked fairly recent, stacked on top of other official looking documents.
"Local Girl Found D—"
His brain sputtered, not even able to read the rest of the word. He wasn't stupid, not when it really counted. Unfortunately, now was one of those moments.
His trepidation rising, Katsuya forced his eyes down to scan the picture. Sure enough, the picture of his sweet baby sister, the girl he'd protected from birth since the first time she grabbed his finger with her whole hand….that same face, only older, stared up at him in black and white, bruised and mangled just enough that he could still recognize her.
Stunned, the file slipped from his hand. The gruesome image was already branded into his corneas though.
"N…"
"Katsuya." Kaiba pushed up from his spot and bent down, placing his hands on the other boy's shoulders. "There's no easy way to say this."
"Then don't", the blonde shrieked, eyes wild as he shot to his feet and tried to attack Kaiba for not the first or the last time. "Don't ya dare say it! It's not true! This is sick, cruel…"
"I've exhausted all my resources hoping that this was just some sick joke but this was the first bit of news we came across. And…the last that really matters."
Jounouchi slugged him with all he had.
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"Mokuba stop it", Kaiba snapped.
His little brother jumped and his grip loosened on the porridge bowl he'd been trying to sneak into Jounochi's room.
"Brother…I'm worried. He's been like this for—"
"I know", the brunette growled. "Just let Olga take care of it. She won't let him starve. She wouldn't let a dying man starve. He'll be fine."
Blue eyes so like his own bored into him. "Why do you sound like you're trying to convince yourself then?"
Kaiba pointedly ignored the mussed bedspread on the couch where he'd been camped out for the past week. Mountains of important documents were piled haphazardly around his little nest and an ample amount of whiskers adorned his chin, the bruise on his cheek marking the passage of time as it turned an ugly greenish-yellow.
He didn't answer. Instead he pushed the smaller boy towards the door.
"You're falling behind in your studies Mokuba. Go on now."
"And you're falling behind in work! Just look at you! Come on let's—"
"Don't argue with me", the CEO growled. "Go."
His little brother shot him a sour look before complying, the door making Kaiba wince as it rattled for a solid minute after Mokuba slammed it shut.
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Yugi mixed the pot of spaghetti with lethargic jerks of his arm. His purple eyes flitted to the doorway when he heard a sound there but they quickly chased back down to the current task. He felt a warm hand cupping the nape of his neck a second later.
"Aibou", Atem hummed, standing so close behind Yugi that the buzz of his sternum vibrated between the shorter boy's shoulder blades.
Yugi stiffened, knuckles whitening as he squeezed the wooden spoon in a death-grip. Gooseflesh erupted on his arms as Atem bent his head down so that when he spoke again, his lips brushed against creamy flesh. "It smells good." The prince kept his mouth open, breathing hot and moist as he nuzzled the sensitive flesh behind the smaller boy's ear.
"M-master?" There was no answer but he felt the prince's body starting to respond, something foreign pressing against the small of his back. Not bothering to mask his panic, Yugi squirmed so that he could turn and curled his arms, wedging them between their brushing chests. Big mistake. Atem snaked his arms around the smaller boy's waist, tugging their bodies flush against one another as twin crimson dragged a heated trail over the sumptuous sight.
"Master what are y—nn!" His purple orbs snapped shut, a soft whimper escaping as Atem flicked his tongue against the shell of Yugi's ear. "S-sto—"
"Not today Aibou. I've given you time. So much time…I can't wait any longer."
Teeth accompanied the taller boy's questing muscle.
Suddenly, a sharp knock sounded at the front of the game shop. The prince pulled back, angry lines carving deep into his brow as Yugi managed to duck his hold and patter out of the room.
"Coming", he called, voice a little breathier than he would have liked.
Atem palmed his face but ambled after as Yugi slid the door open. There on the front step was a shadowy figure cradling a very familiar face. The rain sputtered down around them like ammunition, the grey expanse of sky splitting as lighting left purple scars and thunder rocked the earth.
Yugi's eyes bugged.
Oh, come on! Like you wouldn't throw in beefy Olga's and naked Jounochi's if you were in my position ;D
You can haz dramazZzZz? No, it's not the cliché thing you're probably thinking. Though, I don't claim to know what you're actually thinking (*is thinking about nacho-cheese Dorito shell tacos from Taco Bell*) so instead of thinking it's perhaps a bit cliché, read on? Please read on? And thanks for reading this time around~ xD
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