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Still Frame	By : WCE Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1919 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Still Frame
Author:

Danaeyl Panthernopaeus.

Once the mess had been cleaned, Yami showered and now sat in Kaiba's bed, watching the brunet type away on the computer. He was working up the courage to ask Kaiba about how much Yugi knew of his time away, but didn't want to disturb the CEO while he worked. He had been spending a lot of time out of the house, lately.
Yami glanced at the window, watching as the snow swirled around outside. He then glanced back at the brunet. He repeated the same pattern for a few minutes, before the clicking stopped, and Kaiba stretched his arms above his head. Yami thought that would be his time to ask his questions, but the typing resumed.
Yami chewed his lower lip, and eventually Kaiba sighed quietly. "I can multitask, Yami. If you have questions, you don't need to glance around like a nervous bunny."
Yami blinked. A nervous bunny? Seriously? "I was just wondering how much you told Yugi."
Kaiba stopped what he was doing, and lowered his eyes. "I only told him that you had been kidnapped. As with you, I did not think he would want to know the details."
Yami nodded slowly. Kaiba seemed to take it that the discussion was over, and went back to typing. Yami looked at the Puzzle, before he laid down. He turned onto his side, facing the door. He closed his eyes, listening to clicking of the keyboard.
There was a chime from the computer, and Yami assumed that Kaiba had received an email. After a few seconds, Kaiba got to his feet, shut down the computer and went into the closet. He emerged two minutes later, dressed in a grey suit. He pushed his hair back for a moment, and looked at Yami.
"I need to go out for a little while. Will you be okay on your own?" Sapphire eyes slid over to the window, and Yami pulled the covers up.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," Yami muttered, closing his eyes.
Kaiba left the room, and Yami got to his feet. He went over to the window, and watched as the CEO walked down the driveway. The car pulled around, and drove off once Kaiba was inside. Yami tilted his head to the side.
Kaiba had been doing that a little too often. Yami didn't think that the people working at the office at those hours were that incompetent. But he had been wrong before. It seemed that every night Kaiba had to leave in order to take care of some mistake.
Yami went back to bed. If it was anything like it usually was, Kaiba would be back in a few hours. And he was likely to be angry about something.

Seto stared out the window of the car, watching as urban society flashed past. When it become industrial, he straightened his tie and got ready for the little meeting that was going to happen. The car pulled up outside of a warehouse, and Kaiba got out. He told the new driver to keep the car running, as he wasn't expecting to be that long.
Seto entered the warehouse. It was surprisingly well lit. He saw the team of welders and engineers he had hired two weeks ago. They looked up, saw that it was their boss, and carried on with their work. The foreman came out of the office, and extended his hand to the millionaire teenager.
"Mister Kaiba, I do believe you will be happy with what we have to show you tonight," he said, his dark eyes twinkling.
"It has been two weeks of you working around the clock. It should be finished by now."
Foreman smiled nervously, before he cleared his throat. "Unfortunately, as you can imagine there were some minor setbacks. Namely the testing division, but they believe that we have finally perfected all the designs that you wanted."
Seto went into a separate room, looking as all of his toys were complete. His eyes shone with an emotion that the Foreman was a little scared of. He had no idea that those machines would cause so much joy in someone.
"They're perfect. And the testing division has cleared them?" Seto looked over his shoulder.
Foreman nodded. "Yes. They can do everything you wanted them to do, without breaking. Would you like us to move them to secondary location now?"
Seto looked over his toys, frowning. "There is one missing. Actually, I think it is a pair."
Foreman nodded. "We are having a little difficulty with those. The engineers are currently speaking with the blacksmiths about it. No one can understand what's wrong with the design, and the welders are ––"
Seto narrowed his eyes, growling. "All I'm hearing is a bunch of excuses. If they aren't ready in two days, every member of this little crew will be my dummy to test out these machines. Do I make myself clear?"
"V-V-Very much so, Mister Kaiba."
"Good," Seto snapped. "Do not contact me again until they are ready."
Seto walked out of the room, his mind turning with ideas. He would need to plan out how he was going to play with them. He didn't want it to be over quickly, as he knew he wouldn't get bored. But he didn't want the others to find it boring, and pass out.
Seto fished his phone out of his pocket when it vibrated. He quickly read the message, and narrowed his eyes. He sent his reply, and got into the car. He had been hoping everything would go smoothly. He thought that two weeks would have been more than enough time for him to launch his newest products. It would seem that he had underestimated the stupidity of people.
Once they entered society again, Seto told his driver to stop. He felt like walking for a little. He instructed his driver to go back home. If he needed help – which he highly doubted – he would call. He waited until the car had rounded a corner before he started walking.
As he walked, Seto undid the buttons on his jacket. They were following him, as they had been for the last eight days. They were curious, and Seto did not blame them. If he saw himself going out at odd hours during the night, he would want to know what was happening. They would never get close enough to the warehouse to see what surprises were hidden inside.
Seto paused outside of an alley. He slipped out of his jacket. Did they really think they would be able to get the jump on him? He was Seto freaking Kaiba (accept no substitutes). Nothing ever took him by surprise, except himself sometimes. And that was only sometimes. And those sometimes were only recently.
Seto closed his eyes. "Look, if you're going at attack me, then do it already! This little game is starting to bore me. And you won't like me when I'm bored."
Seto turned around. The people that were following him had run off. He sighed. That was anticlimactic. He continued walking down the street, stopping at a twenty-four hour coffee shop. He got his usual, and took a seat in the alfresco area. He was out there alone, as the other patrons didn't want to sit outside while it was snowing.
As he sat, he thought. As he thought, he grew angrier and angrier. The words Atem had told him continued to roll around his mind like a leaf on the ocean. The more he thought about, the more sense it made. And he was looking forward to dishing out some justice.

Yami opened his eyes slightly when he heard the bedroom door open. "Kaiba?" he asked softly, almost as though he was scared that it wasn't the CEO.
"Yes. Did I wake you?"
Yami's eyes closed. He heard the closet door open, and then close a minute later. "No," he answered. "I was waiting for you."
"You can barely keep your eyes open, Yami. Go back to sleep."
Yami was asleep before Seto had finished what he was saying.
Seto smiled as he watched Yami sleep. The spirit looked peaceful, compared to the last few times Seto had watched him. He was about to set up the cot, when he heard something downstairs. It wasn't anything that would be out of place if Mokuba was known for getting midnight snacks. It might have been normal if Seto had maids.
The only person Seto could think of was the driver, but he wouldn't invite himself into the house. He had made sure that that man knew where he stood. And not only that, but his driver wouldn't need to break a window.
With that thought, Seto quickly slipped out of the bedroom. He went downstairs. He heard voices whispering about how bad the security was for a place like this. He wrinkled nose at the strong scent of alcohol. If they breathed on him, Seto knew he would fall to the floor in a heap. It was making him tipsy just from the fumes coming from their bodies.
Seto's eyes widened when he felt a presence behind him. He spun around, catching another by the throat. He slammed the back of the person's skull into a wall, content with the lifeless flop the body did. He went into the kitchen, and saw that the people were going through the refrigerator. And their words got him thinking – how in the hell had he forgotten to set the alarm?
Seto frowned. There was only one person, and he seemed to be talking to himself. Set was certain that he had heard two voices from the kitchen. He winced slightly as he was jerked around by the shirt of his pyjamas. The buttons popped and flew in every direction, thankfully getting his attacker in the eye.
Seto's elbow connected with his attacker's temple, and the side of his head hit the edge of the counter as he fell. If he wasn't dead, he wouldn't be waking for a long while. The other seemed to finally notice was going on, and had picked up a knife from the block.
Seto's attention was drawn back to the drunk when he felt the blade slice across his back. Blood flowed down his back, and Seto growled. He kneed the drunk in the rubs, and received a cut across his ribs. Seto took hold of the arm that held the weapon, and jerked it upwards. He was happy with the sickening sound of the elbow dislocating.
The drunk howled in pain, and finally dropped the knife. Seto grabbed the front of the dark robes the man was wearing. "What are you doing in my house?" he demanded.
The drunk just held his arm, practically crying. Seto asked his question again, and still received no answer. He knocked the man out, and decided to find the one he had first attacked in the hallway. He hoped he would get an answer from him.
Seto turned on the lights, and saw that the unconscious man was slowly coming around. He crouched over the robed figure, his eyes flashing with rage. He would be damned if he was going to move. The last thing he needed was for Mokuba and Yami to not feel safe there.
"What are you doing in my house?"
The man groaned, blinking his shifty pale blue eyes. "We are only following orders. We were told to break in, and attack. That's all!"
"Really?" Seto inquired with a smirk.
"Kaiba?" Yami asked, as he walked down the stairs rubbing his eyes. "Is something going on down here?"
Seto's eyes widened. Yami's eyes flickered from him to the man, and fear flashed through the violet orbs. Unfortunately so did recognition, the one thing Seto was hoping he wouldn't see. The man beneath Seto started to laugh.
"I remember you!" he said. "You were our favourite. It was just a pity that the clients grew bored with you!"
Even though he wanted to know more, Seto didn't want Yami to be hurt anymore. He snapped the man's neck, and went over to Yami. And suddenly it was as though Yami hadn't seen the man. His eyes went to Seto's torso.
"Are you okay, Yami?" Seto asked, ignoring the fact that he knew he was wounded.
"Who cares about me? We need to get you to a hospital!"
Seto looked up when he saw the flashing lights of the police in the front yard. He hadn't forgotten to set the alarm. At least he could be grateful about that fact. It didn't change the fact that something had sparked in Yami's memory. It didn't seem to be bothering him, though. And Seto couldn't be sure if he could thank Atem for that.
Seto unlocked the door, allowing the police into his house. One of the officers called for an ambulance, while another checked the pulse of the one that Seto had killed. He always thought it would be difficult to take someone's life. It wasn't nearly as bad as he thought it would be. He dreaded to think of what he could have done if Mokuba had been in danger.
Seto quickly ran upstairs. He checked Mokuba's room, grateful to know that he was safe. He was sleeping through all the commotion. Knowing that everything he cared about was safe, Seto felt the adrenaline leaving his body. Unfortunately, that meant that he could feel the pain from the cuts on his body.
Seto went down stairs, holding his head up. He could hear Yami lying to police about why the man was dead, saying that he had attacked Seto, who had just defended himself. At least that was something less he would have to worry about. All he had to do was get a few guard dogs, replace a window, and figure out why the kidnapping syndicate or cult had found out what he was up to. It was the only reason of as to why they would foolishly try to attack him in his home.
"Yami, could you look after Mokuba while I'm at the hospital? If I'm not back when he wakes up, just tell him that I'm at the office. Do not tell him about anything you saw."
Yami nodded, watching as Seto was escorted out of the house by a paramedic. He went upstairs, and went into Mokuba's room. His mind was still reeling from what he had seen. He could have sworn that he recognised the man that Seto had killed, but he had no idea where from. That was something he could worry about later.
Yami sat in a chair beside Mokuba's bed, not sure if he would be able to sleep. Instead, he would rather be in Mokuba's room, in case whoever had been stupid enough to send morons into the Kaiba Mansion would send in someone else. Yami would be damned if he would let anything happen to Mokuba. That child was Seto's most precious possession.
The man had spoken to Yami, as though they knew each other. His voice was horrible. It was nowhere near as smooth and sexy as Seto's. And Yami was almost certain he would remember a voice like that. Was he someone from the six months he had no memory of?
Yami's eyes widened. "Yugi…"

End Chapter V.
I do apologise if it seems that story is flip-flopping from serious to humorous, and finally back to serious. Unfortunately, the original concept of this story did not do anything for me. So I am rewriting.

And my jetlag is taking forever to clear up.
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