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Title: Bottom Of A Bottle

By: KuroSakura-chan/KuroSakura

Category: Yu-Gi-Oh

Genre: Drama,

Summary: Seto Kaiba has always been a
loner at school. Now in his senior year, his adoptive father has
transferred him to a public school after his last fight with a
faculty member. Here, he's found another loner, one who intrigues
him. But what will he do about the moral issues the other does not
share?

Couples: Marik/Ryou, Malik/Otogi,

Warnings: Yaoi, First Person, Drug Use,

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.

/abnfo/-Link
speak. Like, Bakura to Ryou, Marik to Malik, etc.

…

-Bakura-

“So, do you walk or get a ride?
I mean, you're rich, so I figure you would get a ride-”

“Yes,
I get a ride.” Seto snaps, cutting off my rambling. He motions
to a rather short limo-car sitting a bit down the block. There's a
gaggle of people gaping at it, so even short limo-cars must be rare
in Domino. I don't pay much attention, so I wouldn't know. “You
can give your address to my driver-”

“Nah.”
I cut him off this time. “I wanna see where you live. Plus,
if you're new to town, you'll have a hard time finding the place.”
I grin cheekily at him, eliciting a scowl, but he just leads me to
the car. The driver, who was leaning on the side of the car, jumps
to attention, opening the door as we approach.

“Mister
Kaiba, I hope you had a pleasant day at school.” He says
politely, bowing as Seto and I slip into the back of the car. Sweet.
I have never been in a car other than to fuck, and I expected the
driver to question my presence. But all he does is incline his head
and close the door after me. He then gets in the front, and in no
time, we're off.

Except I've never
been in a moving car before. A bus, yes. Boat, plane, of course.
But a car...this is new, and it's small and nerve-wracking. I clench
my fists around the seat, trying to keep my impending panic attack at
bay. There are so many new things in this time, and I don't know how
to handle them all. Seto notices, and looks over at me, frowning.

“What's
wrong with you?” He demands.

I force a wink.
“Trying to keep from jumping you. I've never been in a car for
anything other than fucking before.” It's only a partial lie.
I can't lie outright when I'm on the verge of panicking. Besides,
thinking about something I enjoy won't hurt. It might help me calm
down, actually.

“Never been
in a car other than for fucking? How could you have managed that?”
He seems genuinely confused by this, and I allow myself to smirk.
This is working to help me relax...It'd probably be better if
I just jumped him, but that would probably ruin the little party
Ryou's planning, and I am not going to be the one who ruins
that.

“Cars
weren't all that common where I'm from.” I answer. He simply
stares at me, waiting for more information. “Egypt,
originally. Then England.”

“Really?
Then care to explain why you don't have an English accent?”
Seto challenges. “It's strange, because your brother does.”

“Wasn't
raised with him. Spent most of my life in Egypt, and only a little
bit in England before coming here.” I respond, smirking when he
can't seem to find anything wrong with that. I'm just coming up with
stuff now, because I'm out of honest things to tell him. I mean,
everything I just told him is technically true...He doesn't need to
know that I wasn't corporeal for my time in England. Or that my time
in Egypt was thousands of years ago. Most people tend to not believe
me about it, either. Unless they actually know me...Then they
believe it. Malik, Marik, Otogi, and Ryou believe, of course. Then
again, Ryou's my other half, and the other three have been around
since Ryou was still my host. As long as he wasn't too familiar with
people from Egypt these days, my cover won't be blown.

He looks like he
wants to ask why we weren't raised together, but thankfully, he
doesn't. I don't know what kind of bullshit people come up with for
separating they're children these days, other than divorce, and
Ryou's parents weren't divorced. The best I could probably come up
with is that I was stolen at birth or something. I dunno. I'll work
it out with Ryou later, because I'm sure this will come up again.

The car slows down
and pulls to a stop. I glance out the window, my grip on the seat
relaxing as we stop. We're at the middle school, though, so I'm
confused until I remember that Seto has a little brother. So, the
kid is in middle school. Cute, I guess. I'm not a huge fan of kids,
but it's hard to be when I didn't have a childhood myself. Ryou, on
the other hand, thinks that children are the greatest things on the
face of the planet, other than tea. I'm certain that if it were
possible to marry the beverage, Marik would have to worry for his
claim on Ryou. I honestly think his addiction to it is disturbing.

/His brother is
in middle school, Hikari./ I comment through our link. We don't
often use it, but we keep it open to each other at all times. Mostly
so I know if I need to find him and a place to hide bodies. I do not
tolerate people tormenting Ryou, even in the slightest. Ra forbid
that someone actually make him cry, because then, I won't be finding
a place to hide the body, but rather feeding their bloody pieces to
creatures hidden within the Shadows. After the things I've put Ryou
through, it's the least I can do for him.

/Really?
That's adorable! What does he look like?/ Ryou responds
excitedly. At this rate, Marik had better watch out or else he's
going to end up with a gaggle of children whom Ryou'd adopted. Of
course, being 'Uncle Bakura' is not something that sounds too
pleasant for me, either.

/Dunno yet.
The kid hasn't gotten in yet. You'll just have to wait until we get
there to see./ In fact, the driver is just now getting out to
open the door for the younger Kaiba. Ryou sends me the mental
equivalent of a pout, but doesn't try to wheedle a description out of
me. I watch for someone who looks like Seto to come to the door, but
none of these kids resemble the teen sitting next to me. A little
black-haired kid with Ryou's horrible striped-fashion sense wanders
to the door, and the driver bows and opens it. The kid slips into
the car, his eyes on me the whole time. I stare right back,
wondering if this kid is really related to Seto. He doesn't look
anything like Seto, and even I understand genetics. A little.

“Who's this,
Seto?” The kid asks, finally looking away to his brother. The
driver gets back in the front, and I'm back to clutching the seat as
we start moving again. Hell. I don't think I'm ever going to get
over this.

“A
classmate. His brother invited us to have dinner tonight. Bakura,
you should give your address to the diver.” Oh, yeah...I'd
forgotten about that. Flashing Seto a smirk, I lean forward to try
opening the window. The kid hands me what looks like a phone, and I
take it, realizing just what it's supposed to be used for. I give
the address to the driver, and we make a sharp turn that makes me
want to just jump from the car.

“A
classmate? You never bring home classmates, Seto.” The kid
accuses, even though his eyes are on me. I can see the curiosity
shining in those depths, but he'd better not ask me what my problem
is. I'm normally against the abuse of children, but I could pound
this little kid into the ground for making fun of my weakness.

“It wasn't
planned.” Seto says blandly. I'm mildly insulted. Still, not
the time to act upon my insulted pride, because this driver is
fucking insane. He hits another sharp corner, and not expecting it,
I end up leaning into Seto. Of course, due to my...oh, who am I
kidding, terrified state, I cling to his arm. Both brothers are
staring at me in shock, and I realize that they had adjusted just
fine to the turn. Fuckers.

I release Seto,
scooting a bit further away than I had been sitting moments before.
Not a good first impression on the kid, I would think. “I,
er...haven't been in a car before...” I say through clenched
teeth, wondering if Marik or Malik would use that little trick of
theirs to erase the memory of this little incident away. I doubt it,
though, since I know that their sister banned them from doing it
unless for severe circumstances. Also, they'd just laugh their asses
off at me if they found out about it, so I'm just going to never
mention it, and hope the Kaiba brothers are just as good at keeping
secrets.

“Wow. I've
never met anyone who's never been in a car before.” The kid
says, still watching me with curious eyes. He's starting to kinda
remind me of a shark, because with the curiosity is hunger, and
that's just creepy.

“I hear it's
uncommon.” I respond, glancing at Seto. I still have no idea
what the kid's name is, nor do I even have much of an idea as to
whether or not Seto really wants to come to this little party of
Ryou's. I can't really tell what Seto's thinking at all, and it's
fascinating, even while it annoys the hell out of me to not be able
to predict his behavior. “So, do you have a name, kid?”
I ask, trying to distract myself again.

The kid nods. “Of
course I do. I'm Mokuba.”

“Nice to
meet you, I guess.” I say, gritting my teeth as the driver
finally pulls to a sharp stop.

“Misters
Kaiba, we've arrived.”

Oh, thank fucking
Ra. I can barely keep myself still while the driver gets out and
opens the door. I still dart out and take a deep breath of the
beautiful, beautiful air as I notice that I'm shaking. Dammit, this
is not what I need right now. I need to calm down, but there's no
way in hell I can do my usual calming methods tonight. I have to be
at that party, or Ryou'll kill me.

The door to the
tiny house opens, and Ryou comes out, smiling brightly. He gives me
a slightly worried smile, but moves on to our guests without
demanding to know what the problem is. Good. I am never
telling anyone what riding in a car does to me.

A/N: Sorry that
took so long. I'd meant for this to continue all the way through the
party, but Bakura's putting up a fight, so that'll be next chapter.

Next chapter:

-Seto-
- 3
- 4
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