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Cursed Gold	By : RyokoEnigmasKitten Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1219 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 3
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- 5
All disclaimers
and warnings are posted in chapter one.

Dedications:
My wonderful beta readers Eternal SailorM and Kleptomaniac Can Opener. Also
the kitties Aya and Biscuit for keeping me company while I type.

Archive:
DarkMagick.net if ESM wants it; The Asylum; MediaMiner.org; Katsuko's Obsession.
All others please ask.

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I didn't go to school
the next day; instead Dorobou and I had a long talk about everything and
nothing at all. It was pretty obvious from the way Ryou unpacked the things
Dorobou brought from my apartment that I was officially a member of the
household despite only knowing them for a day (two in Ryou's case), and
to be honest I didn't mind. Mid-afternoon I called Kaasan and talked to
her for a couple hours; I told a little white lie and said I was visiting
a friend to explain the unfamiliar number on the CallerID. I felt it was
too early to tell her I'd left home so to speak.

Over the next few days
the three of us fell into a comfortable routine: Ryou and I would head to
school while Dorobou watched cable and researched potential jobs. After
school we'd head home and study before making dinner; usually Dorobou would
be there and attempt to help us from time to time. That was when I found
out his definition of 'rare,' by the way. We'd eat, sometimes while watching
TV, and then just hang around the apartment for the rest of the evening.

It was sometime on the
fourth day--around dinnertime, actually, as I was making a vegetable stew
that Kaasan had given me the recipe for--that I realized I hadn't even thought
of my pard since my conversation with Dorobou. In my brief moment of distaction
I burnt my hand on the pot, but I barely noticed it in spite of Ryou's fussing.
I was a bit lost in my thoughts, going over what Dorobou and I'd discussed
that first morning. Until that point I never really believed his claims
that the Master and Hirutani were afraid of me. But I'd reached a point
where I didn't need the pard. I would rather be close to my friends...
my chosen family.

After being shooed out
of the kitchen by Ryou, I wandered into the living room and curled up on
one end of the couch. I sat quietly for a while, barely noticing Dorobou's
concerned frown, coming up with a plan in my head. Once my decision was
made I picked up the phone and dialed Mitsaki-san's cell.

"Hello?" Her
tone was slightly suspicious, probably because of the unfamiliar number.

"It's me."

"Jounouchi-ichi?
Where have you been? I've been so worried!" she exclaimed. "The
last I saw you was before some Bakura guy started asking around about you."

"I'm sorry, Mitsaki-san,"
I said softly; from the corner of my eye I noticed Dorobou slipping out
of the room. "I've been rethinking some of the decisions I've made
in my life. Bakura's been helping me out."

"So he is
your friend," she said, relief evident in her tone. "I'm glad.
He didn't seem to be deceptive but I didn't tell him too much just to be
on the safe side."

"I told him everything
he didn't know," I replied; that's another little white. I still have
some secrets that not even you know, and I've no intention of sharing. "I
have a favour to ask of you, Mitsaki-san."

"Hm?"

I glanced towards the
doorway to make sure neither of the twins was listening in. "Will you
vouch for me?"

"Any time,"
Mitsaki-san replied, conviction in her voice. "You're strong, Jounouchi-ichi,
and I know you can manage without the Nimir-Raj holding you back. When do
you want to do this?"

We talked for another
twenty minutes, making plans to meet around ten and confront Hirutani. After
hanging up I stood and went into the bathroom. For about five minutes I
frowned at my reflection, still dismayed that my eyes were shifting ever
closer to amber; at that point they were amber towards the iris and ringed
by the deep brown they once were, almost like a reverse sunflower. I hated
it because I'd inherited the colour from Kaasan, and it made me sad that
I was slowly losing part of who I was. It doesn't bother me now, of course,
the leopard is part of who I am. Back then, though, I hated that side of
me.

I stood there for a
while longer, then finally reached up and removed my collar. Nodding at
my reflection once, I left the bathroom, placed my collar on the table by
the door and grabbed my jacket. It was already quarter till nine, which
meant I'd wasted an hour glaring at myself and that I had to hurry if Mistaki-san
and I were going to do this tonight. I'd just pulled on my jacket and adjusted
the collar up when I heard Dorobou behind me.

"Going out for
a while, Kitty?"

"Yeah," I
replied, turning slightly but not enough for my scars to be seen (yeah,
I'd mentioned them to Dorobou but I didn't show them to
him). "I've got a few things to take care of. I won't be gone too long."

Dorobou nodded slightly.
"Be careful. The Master of this city's too lenient with certain factions."

Don't I
know it,
I thought bitterly even as I said, "Yeah, yeah, I'll be careful. I'm
not a kid, y'know."

"Smartass. Just
watch your back."

Again I nodded as I
stepped out the door, grinning as I listened to the locks click into place.
We're careful about that even if it slips my mind occassionally. You'll
have to ask Dorobou about why; it's another of those secrets I keep to myself.

It took me about ten
minutes to get to the abandoned arcade where Mitsaki-san and I planned to
meet. As I walked I consciously shifted into my anthropomorphic form; it's
easier to detect potential dangers if all of my senses are open to the world
around me, and I'm never more aware than when I'm in full or partial leopard
form. That's why I knew something was wrong when Mitsaki-san wasn't waiting
for me when I arrived. Her scent wasn't more than six minutes old, and she'd
had company; there were eight other scents I recognized as well. Add to
that the fact that I could hear shuffling in the alley, it was obvious that
the rest of the pard beat me there.

"I know you're
still here, Hirutani," I snarled. "Your scent's still fresh."

"The kit's growing
up so fast," Hirutani replied, stepping from the shadows. The others
minus Mitsaki-san followed him, a couple of the older ones hanging back
a bit. I silently cursed the fact that most of the pard was downwind; something
was very off and it made my fur stand on end.

"Where is she?"
I asked, shifting slightly to keep the Nimir-Raj in my line of sight.

"We've all been
concerned, Jounouchi," he said, ignoring my question. "It's been
days. I was starting to think you didn't like me anymore."

"I despise
you," I bit out, trying to locate Mitsaki-san in the darkness of the
alley behind him. "I dont' need any of you."

That caused a flurry
of panicked whispers amongst the group. Hirutani paled slightly before shifting
into his hybrid form. Yellow eyes peered at me with all the emotion of (pardon
the analogy) a housecat watching a beetle.

"So you want to
vouch out," he hissed; the Weres closest to him shrunk back several
steps. "I was rather hoping you'd come to your senses and accept your
place in the pard."

"And play at being
content as the resident fuck toy? I have come to my senses.
I. Want. Out."

Hirutani smirked. "Ambitious
little kit," he purred, taking a step to my left; I countered with
a step of my own in the opposite direction. "It's damned difficult
to vouch for yourself, Jouno. You can't always count on the Were at your
back. After all, the dead are useless in a fight."

It was at that moment
the 'elders' of the pard shifted, the scents of Mitsaki-san and blood and
death hitting me all at once. Suddenly I hada very clear image of what had
transpired in the minutes before my arrival. It doesn't take long for a
pard of that size to rip another Were limb from limb.

Hirutani was trying
to break me by removing my one ally within the pard.

"bastard,"
I hissed quietly, sinking into a crouch. "for that i'll kill you slow...
but not today. today is for me." I gave no warning; one moment I was
hybrid, the next I'd fully shifted and attacked.

Unfortunately Hirutani
was fast, too. He just managed to dodge me as he shifted to his
full form. I rosefrom my crouched/landing position and growled softly as
he tried to get behind me. The bastard always attacked from behind; I always
approached head-on. No way in hell was I gonna let him have more of an advantage
than he already did.

I could hear a couple
of the other Weres off to the side, most likely plotting to overpower me
so that their Nimir-Raj wouldn't have to get bloody. I tensed slightly
in anticipation of a side strike, only to be startled by a gunshot and a
pained yelp--the American, if I'm remembering correctly.

Hirutani snarled and
scented the air, but I knew if I wasn't picking anything up in the faint
breeze he sure as hell wasn't. "Who would back you?" he demanded,
circling away from me. "What human is your second?"

Dorobou,
was the first thought that popped into my head; I guess he picked up the
other phone and listened as I made my plans with Mitsaki-san. Aloud I replied,
"Nobody you know. I'd suggest we keep this between the two
of us." That got a whine covered up--badly--by a growl. Hirutani
really was afraid now.

I won't bore you ith
all the bloody details. I didn't kill him--just made him wish he was dead
by the time I was through. Hm? Oh, a few bites and scratched, nothing compared
to what I gave him. I thin he laid low for two months. That's how long it
took to grow all his limbs back and for his insides to knit properly.

As for my former pard,
quite a few of them received gunshot wounds; three had limbs actually shot
off. I didn't feel a whole lot of pity for them. They were Hirutani's, not
a one of them had the balls to take a stand.

I started to walk away
then, only to stop and smirk in amusement. Coming towards me was Dorobou,
a shotgun slung over his shoulder rather sasually. He had his default expression
in place by the time he got to where I was standing.

"Hey, Kitty, what's
up?"

I almost laughed, he
was so nonchalant. Hell, he was obviously proud of something, I wasn't sure
of what at the time. So I just played along.

"Oh, not a lot.
Got my business taken care of." I shrugged slightly and grinned. "What
are you doing out and about?"

"Just taking a
stroll." He glanced around at the other Weres; the ones who hadn't
passed out from bloodloss were staring at us. "This looks like a war
zone, Kitty. What happened here?"

"Y'know, it was
the weirdest thing," I replied with my own devious look. "Someone
started shooting at 'em. I'd guess whoever it was had a shotgun."

"Who'd be toting
around a shotgun in this city?"

I swear the American
and his bitch whimpered at that. 'course, Chono might have been whimpering
since she'd received a hit to the chest, but I'm no mind reader.

"Well, there are
four ways to defend yourself in Domino after dark: be a Were, be a witch,
be a vamp, or carry a shotgun."

"Hmm... think I'll
stick with option number four."

"It suits you."
I shot a quick glance at the Weres around us before casually stepping over
a random arm. "I don't know about you, but I'm ready to go crawl into
bed."

Dorobou fell into step
beside me. "What bed? You sleep on the couch, Kitty."

"I like the couch."

"You're very strange."

I just smirked. "Normal
is overrated."

So, that's the whole
story, or at least the highlights. That was the last interaction I had with
my former pard; they stay on their side of the city and I stick close to
home.

I know sometimes people
think that there's "something" between me and Ryou or occassionally
between me and Dorobou, but they're like brothers to me. Hell, they both
call Kaasan 'Mom!' No, my interest is fully invested in a certain undead
pain in the ass, but don't ask me to explain it 'cause I can't.

So, did that answer
your question, Yami?
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And thus ends Cursed
Gold... not really. This is actually just the beginning. Chapter five will
bring everything back into the current Color of Life timeline...
just from Jounouchi's point of view.
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