Rulers and Rogues | By : Khat Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 10587 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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So, Chapter… 4. *Frowns and makes a note to remember to get Ryou and Malik in soon.* Methinks a lot of people are going to be somewhat irritated with me about part of this chapter. *Grins.*
****** Wolf wasn’t sure how long he was left alone in the cell, since the darkness made him lose track of time. But it was more than long enough for his stomach to decide it wanted to be fed and watered. Now. So, it was a good thing that it was right about that time that the lights came back on and Mokuba and two guards appeared. The younger Kaiba carried a tray with a couple sandwiches and a pitcher of water on it. One of the guards unlocked the door, the other having his gun trained on Wolf. Mokuba just rolled his eyes and carried the tray in. “Seto thought you would want something to eat and drink, since you were here all night, and most of the day, now.” The blond scoffed. “Yeah, it would suck if his new playtoy starved to death.” He grumbled, wincing and rubbing his throat. It hadn’t hurt so much earlier, but now, the slight pain from being strangled was compounded by dehydration. Mokuba frowned at him. “Believe it or not, my big brother actually does care about you. He could have let Bakura have you and saved himself a lot of trouble.” “The only reason Kaiba wants me around is so he can insult me to make himself feel more important.” “Seto’s right. You are just a stupid dog.” The teen left the cage, watching as it was locked, and turned to leave. “Mokuba…” Wolf called suddenly. Mokuba paused to look back. “Thanks. For the food…” The blond pointedly avoided looking at him. After a minute, Mokuba smiled and left, leaving the lights on this time. Jounouchi quickly gobbled down the sandwiches and drained the pitcher. Ice water, he noted, though there had been a slightly odd tang to it. It wasn’t until he started getting sleepy that he started to piece things together. The water must have been drugged. Damned Kaibas, he thought, just before he sunk under. That was the last time he trusted either of them. ****** The blond woke partially when he was suddenly released from the chains and picked up, blinking sleepily and wondering where he was. “Go back to sleep.” A voice told him, as he was held against someone’s chest, being carried somewhere. Kaiba, he thought, by the scent. Strange, since when did he know what the CEO smelled like? But he could recognize it, leather and spice and, oddly enough, just a hint of something flowery. Sighing, he closed his eyes again, not feeling up to fighting at the moment. He could put his energy into escape when he was more awake. After a bit more, he was set down on something soft. Outside, he thought, by the light breeze, his mind finally starting to wake up some. Something was wrapped around his neck and he jerked fully awake, remembering what had happened earlier, struggling and reaching up to try to pull the thing off. “Stop that.” Kaiba growled, pinning him face down on the pad, holding him in place with a knee settled across the small of his back while he finished tightening the collar, slipping two fingers under it to test the fit before locking it in place with a small padlock. A heavy chain, the end of which was linked to the wrought iron of the balcony they stood on, was then clipped to it, the clip having its own small thumblock built into it. Kaiba rose then and moved back, as Wolf tried futilely to get the collar off. “You bastard.” He growled after a moment, leaving the collar and turning to attack Kaiba. The brunet, however, stood just outside the radius that the chain could reach and Wolf was jerked to a stop as he reached the edge. His bottom half, unfortunately, tried to keep going, and he was jerked back, falling to crack the back of his skull sharply against the stone floor. “Fuck.” He gasped roughly, just blinking to the pain radiating both from the back of his head and his throat. “Idiot.” Kaiba muttered, bending, shifting the collar to study the new bruise that was forming. “You’ll end up breaking your fool neck.” “Better then having to put up with you.” The blond hissed painfully, slapping his hand away and rolling over to climb to his knees, swaying dangerously as the world spun around him. Kaiba caught him as he fell again, standing and carrying him back over to the pad. Wolf coughed softly, griping at his throat, even that small motion apparently hurting, not even realising that the CEO had left. He returned shortly, though, with a couple of ice packs. One was pressed to the huge goose-egg that was forming on the back of Wolf’s head, and the other was pressed against his neck. He shivered to the coldness at first, but then relaxed, closing his eyes. “Don’t you dare go to sleep.” Kaiba snapped. “I’m tired.” Wolf complained. “Those damned drugs of yours…” “There was barely enough in the pitcher to keep you out an hour. I would think even an idiot like you would know better than to sleep right after hitting your head like that.” “Why do you care anyway?” “It’d be a nuisance to have to bury you. And that Pharaoh would probably get all annoyed about it.” The CEO stood, looking down at him. “I have to go. You had better be awake when I get back, or I’ll put that torture chamber to good use.” Wolf shivered, telling himself that it was merely because of the fact that he was still nude and it was a somewhat cool day, combined with the ice packs. Kaiba merely smirked and strode through the door that led off the balcony. After a while the pain started to go away, and Wolf sat up, looking around. The balcony was huge, the floor, which he had been so painfully introduced to, was covered in some sort of stone surface, carefully fitted and polished to a fine shine. A patio set, made of glass and whitewashed metal, complete with a huge pale blue and white umbrella, was the main focus, set in the middle of the balcony. He thought, possibly, he could have reached the nearer of the two chairs that sat at the table, if he wanted to. A few feet to his left was the exit Kaiba had taken, a set of sliding glass doors. Behind him, in the right corner, where the railing met the house, stood what could only be a dog house, obviously meant for him. That asshole. If he thinks I’m going to sleep in there, he can think again. Wolf thought, eyeing it furiously. It was, he had to admit, huge, painted white with blue trim, a heavy dark blue curtain carefully tacked across the opening to keep out the elements. It was pulled back at the moment, held by a ribbon tied to an eyehook. The entire interior, it seemed, was lined in soft-looking dark blue carpeting, a couple of fair-sized baby blue pillows piled in the back corner. Apparently Kaiba still had his colour obsession. At least he had made some allowances for decency, though. Alongside the dog house, actually attached to it, was another room, also with a curtain, this one having an odd-looking, low toilet inside. On the side of it was an odd contraption, a bowl attached to some sort of holding tank. Wolf saw a button and pressed it, blinking when the bowl filled with clean clear water. After a few minutes a drain in the bottom of the bowl opened, leaving it empty again. Can’t say he doesn’t take care of his ‘Pets’. The whole set-up was obviously new, a gleam here and there where the paint hadn’t quite dried yet, signs that the stone had recently been moved and reset. Sighing, he laid back down again, not having much else to do, staring up at the clouds. ****** Prince moved through the Escher room nervously, having already chosen and abandoned at least a dozen hiding places. He had come across a few traps, as well, but they always seemed to just miss him. Warnings, more than traps. Finally, he chose a small room, scanning it carefully before closing the door and moving to curl up in the far corner. Absently he wondered how long he had been in here. Time moved oddly, here, and he had never quite gotten the hang of it. At least the Pharaoh wasn’t back. That was really the reason he had decided to hide in the first place. He had pushed more than far enough, if the Spirit was willing to use his shadow magic on him. And, despite his bravado before, he really would prefer not being sent to the shadow realm. :Aibou…: His breath caught at the call, and he quickly checked to make sure his shields were fully raised. They were, this time. He didn’t sound angry, but… He could hear footsteps, loud in the silence. There was a pause, as if the Spirit was trying to sense him, and then they continued, coming closer. Slowly the door opened. Prince stood, caught between pressing back fearfully and trying to appear brave, not sure which course to follow. For a long moment, the two just looked at each other silently. Then Yami turned away. “Come.” He commanded. “I’m not a dog.” The Spirit made a gesture, and a glowing rope appeared suddenly, attached to a tight collar wrapped around Prince’s throat, made of the same odd material. Prince reached up to touch the collar, stumbling as the Pharaoh gave a jerk and the rope shortened to only a few feet, forcing the smaller of the pair to keep up as he was led back to the centre of the room. “You can stay here, where I can keep an eye on you.” The rope vanished, though he could still feel the collar. “Go feed Ammit.” He muttered, turning toward one of the staircases. The Pharaoh’s eyes flashed with fury and Prince was suddenly jerked back, tumbling to fall onto the pillows in the hollow. They were soft, at least, he thought, moving to get up. A strange weight pressed him down, though. “Stay, Hikari.” Prince struggled a moment more, but finally quieted, merely shifting his head to watch his darker half, settled comfortably in a throne that he was sure hadn’t been there before. Yami merely watched him for another long moment, and Prince shivered. There was something in his eyes that he didn’t like at all. And he liked it even less when the Pharaoh finally rose from the throne, moving down into the hollow, his gaze predatorial. Again Prince struggled to get loose from the strange force. “Relax, Aibou.” He murmured, kneeling over him, bending to kiss him again, demandingly. Prince shut his eyes, whimpering slightly as the lips moved to nibble at his ear. “Your heart’s beating so fast… Are you scared?” Prince didn’t bother answering. The Pharaoh already knew, he was sure. “I won’t hurt you...” Something changed suddenly, and Yugi felt a wave of relief as he was pulled back to his body, as he began to awake finally. :We’ll play later, then, Little One.: Prince shuddered. ****** Looking at the clouds got boring fast, and it wasn’t long before Wolf was again studying the balcony, more for something to do than out of any real hope of escape. “You’d think he’d at least leave something to do. Though, knowing him, it’d just be a chewtoy.” He winced and reached for his throat. Talking, it seemed, was bad. “Still alive?” He looked up to see Mokuba, red tingeing his cheeks as he recalled that, yes, he was nude, and chained to a dog house. The dark-haired boy, though, didn’t seem upset, settling down comfortably in one of the chairs. Little brat was even more like his brother than he had used to be, it seemed. Wolf wondered where he had come from, until he noticed the second door, at the other end of the balcony. Well, if this door led into Kaiba’s room, that one was probably Mokuba’s then. “Unfortunately.” He muttered, his voice low and growly because of his sore throat. Mokuba blinked, apparently surprised, but then nodded. “Your throat, right? Seto said you had hurt it. He was actually fairly annoyed about it.” Wolf scoffed, then winced again. “Moneybags is always annoyed.” And, speaking of which, it was then that the brunet strolled back out onto the balcony, carrying a tray that he set on the table and some odd thing, two leather straps attached at either end by a thin metal box, with a metal tongue sticking out of each, both off-centered, that looked like they were meant for seatbelts. Frowning, he shooed Mokuba out of the chair and the younger boy moved to settle in the other one, not at all upset. Kaiba sat down, looking over at Wolf then. “Come here, Pup.” “Go to Hell.” He swallowed painfully. Kaiba rolled his eyes, standing up to drag him over. Wolf couldn’t help it, yelping from the pressure on his bruised trachea. “I told you to come.” Kaiba said, wrapping the chain around the leg of the chair before he sat down, to keep him from trying to escape. Then he lifted the strange thing and Wolf blinked, confused, as the man flipped it so the two straps rested against Wolf’s back. “Put your arms through.” He commanded, and Wolf suddenly realised what it was. A harness, designed to rest across the back of his neck and across his back under his arms. The clips were meant to hold the two boxes together across his chest. Most likely there was a built-in lock in it, too. “No- No.” He had been going to say ‘not likely’, with a few other words added in, but it hurt too much to speak. “You’ll be putting this on one way or another. Since I’m sure, knowing you, you’d manage to hang yourself with the collar or something.” The brunet snapped, his voice low and dangerous. Wolf glared a moment, then suddenly took a swing at him. Or tried to. His body was suddenly frozen in place. “Stubborn mutt. You just won’t learn, will you?” Kaiba muttered, easily slipping the harness onto him. Wolf managed a furious glare, a sudden glint of gold catching his eye. He shivered, as he realised it was the Millennium Rod, carefully tucked under Kaiba’s belt. He wasn’t fond of any of the Millennium Items, but he really hated that one. It had almost caused his death, after all. And Yugi’s. “Relax.” Kaiba murmured, when he noticed where the blond’s gaze lay. “If you behave, I won’t use it.” He didn’t release him, though, picking up an odd steel bar that had been shaped to resemble an omega symbol. (And everyone had always thought he never paid attention in school.) One end of the bar fit inside of the edge of one of the boxes, and the other slid inside the other half as the pair were closed, the ring outside. For clipping the leash to, Wolf supposed. The brunet then moved to adjust the strap lengths. The straps, it seemed, merely looped through the metal box on one side, the end left free so that it could be adjusted easily. Kaiba tested the looseness of the straps one final time and then pressed his thumb against the front of the box, activating the thumb lock. The lock, in turn, set off a set of strong teeth that bit down hard on the straps inside the box, preventing them from being loosened unless the lock was released. Kaiba looked down at him a long moment, watching as he tried to fight the rod’s control. Sighing irritably, he unclipped the chain from the collar and attached it to the harness. Then he removed the collar, tilting the slave’s head up to study the damage better. “It doesn’t look too bad, fortunately.” He said after a moment, petting his new ‘pet’, finally releasing him from the rod’s control. Wolf immediately pulled away as far as the chain would allow, which was only a foot at the most, casting the man another vicious look. Kaiba ignored it. Mokuba, Wolf noticed then, had left at some point, leaving the two of them alone. Too alone, he thought with a nervous shiver. “Are you hungry, Pup?” The brunet asked, moving finally to remove the lid from the tray. Instantly the smell of meat hit Wolf’s nose and his mouth watered. There had to be a trick, though, he thought, looking up suspiciously. There was, of course, and the blond glared as a strip of the meat was held out to him. If that egotistical son of a bitch thought he was going to meekly eat from his hand, he could think again. And he wasn’t going to drink water from a bowl like an animal, either. Huffing, he turned his head away. “No.” “Don’t be stubborn. I can count your ribs from here.” It was torture, pure and simple. He had had a good enough look to know the strip was of a higher quality than probably anything he would have had even back before the Pharaoh had gone crazy. But, starving or not, the Golden Wolf was not going to play lapdog. Not any more that Jounouchi Katsuya would have. Huh. He was surprised he even remembered his old name. How long had it been since someone had called him by it, except for the Pharaoh, earlier. “Fine then.” Kaiba was tired of dealing with him tonight. He rose, carrying the tray back inside. He had a minifridge in his room, and he set the bowls he had brought up in there. He’d try again in the morning. Maybe then the mutt’s hunger would have overwhelmed his stubborn pride. Wolf, meanwhile, immediately unwrapped the chain from the chair and took a moment to study the locks, quickly giving up. A keylock was one thing, a thumblock something entirely different. The ring, too, was quite solid, the chain more than strong enough to hold him, and very well made. Only the best, most likely. Sighing, he laid down again, being careful of his head, and stared at the darkening sky, trying to ignore his empty stomach. ****** So, now I bet everyone’s thinking ‘why the hell did he have to wake up then’. I’m such a tease. And in an unrelated note, has anyone noticed Yugi’s little oddity? It’s a bit hard to catch, I’ll admit. Here’s a hint. It has to do with Yami. Cookies for anyone who figures it out. Cosmic Tomato – *Shrugs.* Well, while I write purely for my own enjoyment, I like others to enjoy it too, and it makes me feel like I haven’t done a good job if other people can’t discern my reasoning for things. And thanks a lot Shamise – Thanks. And yes, Fast updates are always good. Dragonlady222 – Ah, you reviewed Shadow Rising, too, didn’t you. Well, I’m glad you like this one too. And I agree with you about Yugi. *Sighs.* I’m such a naughty girl… Tavi – You’re gonna give me a big head with all these compliments. Well, here’s number four. Yami does regret that, after he calms down, though he’s too proud to admit it. It was just a good thing he got called away. It was Bakura that interrupted him, actually, for anyone who wants to know. That’ll kinda be hinted at next chapter. I wholeheartedly agree with you, by the way. Yugi-boy definitely needs some loving.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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