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Still Frame
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Danaeyl Panthernopaeus.

…I'm free.
Seto ran to the window. He grabbed Yami's wrist. Violet eyes looked up at him, almost beseeching him to let go. Yami's mouth parted. His lips formed words, but Seto didn't care in the slightest what he had to say. Whatever had happened to him was no reason for him to want to kill himself.
Seto pulled Yami back into the room. It was a time like that that Seto was grateful Yami had lost all that weight. Pulling him up had been a lot easier. He still held Yami's wrist, not sure if he trusted the Pharaoh enough to let him go. He looked at the mess of hair on his chest.
Yami raised his head, staring at him. Seto got the feeling that the spirit was probably hating him right about now. It wasn't anything new. It might even get Yami to speak to him. He might be able to find out what was going on. He didn't have high hopes for it, but that didn't stop him. He wanted to know what would cause someone like Yami to attempt suicide.
Instead, tears fell from Yami's eyes. He tried to remove his wrist from Seto's grip with a gentle tug. Deciding that he wasn't going to do anything stupid, Seto let him go. Yami trudged back to the bed, and threw himself onto it. He crawled under the covers, and pulled them over his head in an attempt to shut out the world.
Seto stood, looking at the small lump beneath the thick covers. He quickly closed and locked the window, figuring the best way to stop any more attempts via the window would be to chain it shut. Until he did that, he would have to settle with locking it. He went over to the bed, kneeling beside it.
"I am sorry, Yami," he whispered.
A muffled sob was his reply. Seto sighed quietly, and went about cleaning up the mess he had made with Yami's dinner. He knew he would have to hire someone to remove the stain of the balsamic vinegar. It was not a high priority. As it was, he wasn't in the mood to clean it up. But the last thing he wanted was to leave it there overnight.
With the mess cleaned, Seto went downstairs. Yugi had left, and had thankfully not seen anything on his way out. Mokuba had gone to his room, likely getting ready to settle down for the night. Seto went into the living room. He turned on the television, deciding to catch the late night news.
"… And now our top story. Several of the missing teenagers have been returned to their families. None of them have spoken a word about what happened to them. Three of the eight that had been returned a little over a week ago have been reported to have committed suicide in the last few days. The investigation into the abductions is still ongoing. If anyone has any information, please…"
Seto tuned out what the woman was saying. He had forgotten about the kidnappings that were happening all around Domino. Teenagers of every gender, height, weight and ethnic background were being taken, roughly around the same time that Yami had disappeared. The only thing that all of them had in common was that they were sixteen to eighteen years old. With the exception of Yami, considering he is an ancient spirit. But it was likely that the kidnappers didn't know that.
So the people had released nine of their captives, including Yami. Three had killed themselves, and Yami would have been number four. That meant that there were five others. Maybe he could find out who they were, and take Yami to them.
No. That was a stupid idea.
If Yami had been part of the group that had been released, the last thing he would need would be memories of his time away. Seto might be a heartless bastard, but he knew for a fact that he wasn't a fucking heartless bastard. He knew that the best way to deal with an issue like Yami would be patience. He would have to wait until the spirit spoke to him.
And while Yami wasn't talking, maybe Atem will. It was possible. He was the only one that would speak to Seto. That had to count for something. Maybe he could question Atem about it. There was never any harm in trying.
Seto went back upstairs, after turning off the television. He went into his bedroom, and saw that Atem was waiting for him. The tanned spirit sat on the edge of the bed, staring intently at the door. He raised an eyebrow slightly when Seto entered.
"I believe you want to interrogate me?"
Seto shook his head. "No, I do not want to 'interrogate' you. I wish to speak to you about what happened to Yami. Why were you not able to put a stop to it?"
Atem's eyes widened slightly. "It might have something to do with the fact that Yami did not want me present. He tried to protect me from what he was being put through. I thought it was adorable, and decided to let him do it. After all, when he was released he would need someone strong to protect him."
"And you're protecting him by filling his mind with smoke?"
Atem looked at the carpet. "If he doesn't remember, then he won't feel the pain. Unfortunately, when he fought his way to his memories, I was unable to mask the pain. He might not be consciously fighting his way to his memories, but subconsciously he is. Every time he sleeps, he sees more of the horrors he was forced to live through."
Seto crossed his arms over his chest. "You know who is responsible for it. Why don't you tell him?"
Atem got to his feet. "Because I plan on telling you. You can do something with the information, Yami cannot. It will put him through even more pain. Now tell me, Kaiba, what are you like it comes to torturing someone?"
Seto's eyes widened as a name rolled off of Atem's tongue.

Yami frowned as there was a soft humming. He opened his eyes, realising that he had just had a decent night of rest. There were not any memories that haunted him. He felt peaceful, for the first time in such a long time.
Am I dead? He knew it was a stupid question. He was not dead. He was not allowed that sort of comfort. Instead, he sat up and looked around for the source of the humming. He saw Kaiba sitting at the desk, typing away on the computer.
When Kaiba noticed he was awake, the humming stopped but not the typing. Yami lowered his eyes. He had no idea that Kaiba hummed while he was working. It seemed so human to do something like that. Of course, Kaiba was human but that didn't make it any less weird.
"Are you hungry?" Kaiba asked.
Yami shook his head. He really could not be bothered with trying to eat. The shame of attempting suicide, and being caught doing it was still running through his mind. The fact that he was going to do it on Kaiba's property made him wonder where in the Shadow Realm his mind was.
"Are you thirsty?"
Yami slowly raised his eyes. He nodded slowly, only just realising how parched his throat was. He watched as Kaiba got to his feet, and only just realised that the CEO was dressed for bed. And he then noticed that he was not in his clothing. He wanted to ask about it, but figured that his own clothing was not in the best of conditions after six months.
"Would you like a cup of milk tea?"
Again Yami nodded. When he was alone, Yami flopped back on the bed. After a peaceful night's rest he felt a lot better. He didn't feel as bad as he been. It was as though something really good had happened, but he had no idea what it was. He didn't know if the bastards that had kidnapped him had been found.
After a few minutes, Yami slowly got to his feet. He looked around the room, really taking in every little detail. He didn't realise how bare it was until then. The dresser held one picture of Mokuba. The Puzzle was on the bedside chest, but Yami wasn't certain if he wanted to touch it. Other than the computer, the Puzzle and the picture there wasn't anything out of place.
But there was a dark patch near the door.
Yami was staring at it when the door opened. Kaiba entered with two cups in his hands. He frowned slightly when he saw that Yami was up, but obviously decided not to ask any questions about. Instead, he handed one of the cups to the Pharaoh and took his place at the computer again.
Yami took a sip of the tea, grateful to know that Kaiba didn't put sugar in it. "What…happened to me?"
Kaiba looked at Yami. "I don't know," he answered after a long pause. "And if you don't remember, perhaps that is for the best."
Yami lowered his gaze. He knew that part. But he was hoping that someone would be able to answer his questions. It seemed that Kaiba didn't want to talk about it. From what Yami could sense, Kaiba was harbouring a lot of anger about the issue. That wasn't something that Yami had expected.
Why could he still feel the shame? He had no memory of what had happened, but he knew something really bad had taken place. Why couldn't he remember that? Had his mind finally locked away everything? Is that what was happening to him? Is that why he was able to have a peaceful slumber?
"Kaiba…I want to know," Yami whispered.
The clicking of the keyboard continued. "No, you don't."
"I need to know what happened," Yami said a little louder.
"No."
"Kaiba, please just tell me."
The clicking stopped, and Kaiba glared at the spirit, who shrank back slightly. "I will not tell you what happened. I will not have you relive those memories. They have finally been locked away. It took Atem three days just to do it."
Yami's eyes widened. He had been asleep for the last three days? He sat on the bed, drinking his tea. He had no idea that the subject would be so touchy for Kaiba. After all, it wasn't as though it had happened to him.
Yami closed his eyes. That was selfish. It might not have happened to Kaiba, but he was the one who was willingly picking up the pieces. He was the one doing some of the mending. He was helping, because Yami had broken down. He was the one who had saved his life.
The typing continued, though it sounded a little more furious than before. Yami finished his tea, and glanced at the CEO. Kaiba's eyes were tired, as though he was forcing himself to stare at the screen owlishly. Yami never realised just how tiring that could be, much less looking after him in the process.
Yami stared into the bottom of the tea cup. "Kaiba?" he said softly, scared that he would be burned.
"What?" Kaiba asked coldly.
"Thank you."
The clicking died off, and Yami slowly raised his eyes to look at Kaiba. The CEO gazed at him with soft eyes, as though he was truly grateful to hear those words.
"You're welcome, Yami."

Yami spent the next two days getting everything in order. Kaiba had told him that as far as Yugi knows he was spending time around Japan. Yami wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to lie to Yugi. But he knew that sometimes a small lie was better than the cold, harsh truth.
On the second day, Kaiba returned Yami to the game shop. Yami had sat in the back of the car for a long time, tyring to work up his courage to step out. He wasn't sure what it was going to be like seeing the others, after such a long time. And he was still in Kaiba's clothing.
With a deep breath, Yami looked at the CEO. "I really have to do this on my own, don't I?"
"You were the one who said it would be more believable if you showed up alone. I still think you should wait a few more weeks. You don't look like you've been travelling." Kaiba glanced at Yami. The clothing he wore still hung from his body. "You look as though you starved yourself for the past six months."
Yami lowered his eyes. He was desperate to see Yugi again. But he knew that Kaiba held a good point. He had been so overwhelmed about seeing his light again that everything else had left his mind. Maybe a little longer apart won't hurt them.
"I don't have to do it today," Yami murmured, gripping the material of the pants. "I think I should look the same as when I left."
"That is going to be a little difficult. The clothes you were wearing were destroyed, and I threw them out." Kaiba snapped his fingers, and the car lurched forward slightly as it pulled away from the curb. "I will take you shopping. It turns out that my clothing doesn't really suit you as well as leather does."
Yami's eyes widened. He stared at Kaiba, almost as though he was seeing the CEO for the first time. If truth were to be told, he did feel as though he didn't know this Kaiba. It was like meeting a new person. Kaiba had yet to say one insult. Instead, he had been protecting Yami as best as he could.
"You don't have to do that, Kaiba," Yami said, still staring at the businessman. "I'm certain I can find a way to pay for my clothing myself."
Kaiba shook his head. "No. I don't have a problem with buying clothing for you, Yami. And not only that, but I get the feeling you have expensive taste. It would take you three months to save up, if you worked a minimum wage job." He looked at Yami, and smiled slightly. "It really is no problem on my behalf."
Yami could feel his eyes soften. Kaiba had never smiled at him before, and Yami wasn't sure if he liked that or the arrogant smirk more. "So… I need to fatten up and get new clothing. And then pretend that I have travelled around Japan. That sounds easy enough."
Seto nodded. He wasn't going to tell Yami that Yugi already knew about what had happened. He had discussed it with Atem, and the Pharaoh had agreed that Yugi would need to know the truth. After all, he would be able to tell the others the little story, and they would believe him. He would also be able to answer any questions.
However, Kaiba had made sure that Yugi wouldn't reveal he knew about Yami's time away. Not that he knew much about it. Kaiba had been as vague as humanly possible about what had happened. Once Atem told him all the details, Kaiba saw red for hours. Those little details were not something that Yugi needed to know.
Once they were back at the mansion, Yami slipped out of the car with grace, something that Kaiba forgot he possessed. They went inside, and Kaiba put the kettle on. He had grown quite fond of milk tea, thanks to that being the only thing that Yami drank. He took out a blueberry muffin and handed it to Yami.
"So I guess the only thing we can do now is wait, right?" Yami inquired as he picked at the muffin.
"Eat the muffin, Yami. Once you've put on weight, we'll take you shopping and then we can return to Yugi." Kaiba stared at the whistling kettle. He turned it off, and poured the water into the two cups. "And I suppose you'll want your own room?"
Yami paused, his hand halfway to his mouth. "Actually… No. I like where I am. If you want me to have my own room, I will not argue."
Kaiba nodded, pouring milk into the cups. "You are free to stay in my room as long as you like, Yami." He returned the milk to the fried, and stirred the drinks, taking the cups over to the counter where Yami was sitting.
Yami smiled. "What do we do now?"

End Chapter III.
I do apologise for any mistakes in here. Unfortunately, I am a little jetlagged at the moment.

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