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Cursed Gold	By : RyokoEnigmasKitten Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1219 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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All disclaimers and warnings
are posted in chapter one.

Dedications:
My wonderful beta reader Eternal SailorM. Also the kitties Aya, Biscuit and
Mika-chan 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 never did make it
home. The cleaning service came over not ten minutes before I finished my
walk through, so I let them in before finishing my rounds. Since usually
a team of fifteen arrives, it only takes a few hours for them to hit the
main areas of the mansion. When they left it was close to two o'clock, so
I called Ryou to let him know I was okay.

And then I curled up
on Seto's bed to take a nap.

No, not next to him,
though that would have been nice. I stretched out across the foot of the
bed--damned thing's big enough that I can lay across it comfortably and
not hang off either side.

I'm drawn out of sleep
by the mattress shifting beneath me. Usually I ignore things like that but
since I'm napping with the undead it's not something I'd expect. I open
one eye just enough to peer through my lashes to find Seto staring at me
in surprise. Guess it's close to sunset; if I know Seto he's probably beaten
it by at least five minutes.

After a moment he slides
off the bed and crosses to the desk, picks up the phone and dials. I open
my eyes completely and grin as I catch sight of the laptop, right on the
nightstand where I left it. For some reason I'm feeling rather devious.
Wonder if Yami'd like a pass code...?

"What the hell
is your tomcat doing in my bedroom?" Seto demands; I settle back on
the bed and close my eyes to peer through my lashes once more. He half-turns
my way, looking a little confused as he says, "Look, I just--"

Seto winces and turns
towards the desk again. While his back's turned I move to the laptop and
cut it on. I keep one ear on this end of the conversation as I work.

"I'm on speaker
phone, aren't I?" Not surprising; for some reason, that's how we answer
it most of the time. I hear a soft click before Seto continues with, "Why
the fuck is your pet in my bedroom?!"

Whoa, was that jealousy
when he said 'your'? Maybe I've got a chance after all. Smirking to myself
I open the files to the mansion's security system.

"Oh. He's over
there all the time," Ryou's voice comes over the speaker. In the background
I hear Dorobou snickering and roll my eyes, since I'm pretty sure of what's
coming.

"You could watch
the language, Treeboy, but the phrasing's too good for me to ignore."

"Bakura...."

"Niisan...!"

Aaaand Ryou and Yami
speaking in unison is almost as creepy as when the twins do it. Almost.

Dorobou obviously ignores
them: "Most 'normal' people do fuck in bedrooms."

Seto sighs, then backtracks.
"He what?"

Ryou's the one who answers
as I find the program I was looking for: "Jounouchi-kun usually spends
the days he's not in school over there."

"How did the three
of you even get in this morning?" Seto sounds annoyed. I shake my head
and start to enter the codes to ass a person into the system.

"Kitty has a pass
code," Dorobou says nonchalantly. I snicker softly at the confusion
now coming from Seto.

"I never
gave him a pass code"

"He hacked your
system, with a bit of help from me, and made his own." Heh, yep, my
birthday! "Gave me one, too."

"Please tell me
Mutou doesn't have one."

"No."

Ha! Does now! I tap
in the last bit of code before announcing, "Your pass code's Yuugi's
birthday."

Seto turns around so
fast that I'm almost afraid he'll knock the desk over. Luckily he's got
that vampire grace thing down and doesn't even bump it. His expression is
that 'what the fuck' version of his and his scent is giving off surprise
and confusion. It's very, very hard not to laugh right now.

"Wha--when did
you wake up?" he demands, schooling his expression to one
of neutral disdain. I'm not fooled; his scent is still confused and now
has a little curiosity thrown in.

"When you kicked
me," I reply with a shrug before turning my gaze back to the screen.
Might as well run a scan while I'm at it....

"Have a good day,
Kitty?" Dorobou asks, sounding amused. At almost the same instant Seto
demands, "Why didn't you get up, then?"

I answer Dorobou first.
"Yeah. Talked to Akiko for a while and made sure no one was hiding
on the grounds. And because you're cute when you're confused."

I can hear Dorobou and
Yami laughing, Ryou's own snicker slightly muffled, and catch a thread of
embarrassment in Seto's scent. If he'd fed recently he'd be blushing. Which
reminds me--

"You guys're coming
over soon, ne?"

"Yeah. Want us
to bring you something?" I can't help grinning; Dorobou still
thinks I'm too skinny and makes sure I eat often.

"Please. Anything
rare but not mooing."

"All right. We'll
bring over what little we've learned today, too."

"If you are all
done wasting time," Seto cuts in, "I need to make some other calls.
Be here within the hour, I should have something by then."

"Don't hurt yourself,"
Yami replied, and I resist the urge to smack my head down on the laptop.
I think it would kill them to be nice to one another.

Seto hangs up without
even offering a smart remark and turns to glare at me. I ignore the look
and shut down the program I was using before glancing up.

"You need a keeper."

Somehow I keep from
snickering at the shocked expression on his face. It's just too damn cute,
makes me wanna bite him. And for the record, that's a good thing when it
comes to me.

"Excuse me?!"

"I didn't stutter,"
I reply as I put the laptop back on the nightstand. "You need a keeper
or a pomme de sang or someone to make sure you feed like you're
supposed to."

"I feed,"
he snaps back.

"Once a night,"
I acknowledge. "All the vamps I know feed twice a night. There's even
one in my building that feeds three times in one night."

"I'm not like most
vampires."

"I know. You're
more aggravating." Heh, Seto actually snarls at me on that one. I can't
help but snicker. "But you're bitable so I can forgive one little character
flaw."

He stares at me like
I've lost what little mind he thinks I have. "I'm... what?"

Mmmm... confusion, hope
and slight arousal is a good smell on him. I have to do things like this
more often! "Bitable," I repeat. "You're kinda sexy in a
'don't fuck with me' way and you smell really good. I like."

Seto looks amused. "So
your entire basis for... 'liking' me is the fact that I smell good."

"No." I bite
back a grin at the flicker of surprise in his eyes. "I liked you before
I was turned. I just like you more now."

"Oh." Cool,
I think I rendered him speechless. No one ever said I was subtle. Well,
except that one time, but what Dorobou actually said was that I'm about
as subtle as a freight train so that doesn't count... does it?

Seto seems to recover
quickly, moving towards his closet to get a change of clothes. As nice as
it might be to sit and watch him strip down--mmm, mental image, mustn't
drool--I stand and walk out into the hall. If I know Seto he'll try to skip
out on feeding, so I figure that I'll make damn sure he gets both 'meals'
tonight.

I'm halfway down the
hall when I pick up the scent of new-fallen snow. Without even turning around
I say, "Good evening, Mokuba."

"How'd you know
I was here?" I turn at the voice and almost snicker at the kid's confuddled
expression. Only sixteen and an inch taller than me. Cute as a button, though.
All the girl-type (not to mention a few boy-type) vamps'll love him.

"Smelled you,"
I say with a shrug. He looks and smells more confused so I add, "Were.
Name's Jounouchi."

And I fucking swear
he lights up like a damned Christmas tree. "Oh, the one Niisama went
to school with." He tilts his head to one side, black hair falling
in his eyes. "How'd you get in?"

"Gave myself a
pass code." Heh, Mokuba looks impressed. Somehow I just know
he likes me already. "Been up long?"

"Couple of minutes,"
he admits. "I was just going to get, um, breakfast."

"Good, then you
can show me where you keep the bloodbags. Someone skipped a meal
last night."

~

Forty minutes and one
converstation about kitchen disasters later (turns out Seto is responsible
for that scorch mark on the kitchen ceiling... who knew?) I find myself
once again wondering why I love this pain in the ass.

"Sit your skinny
ass down and drink the damn O-positive," I growl out, knowing I'm dangerously
close to prying his mouth open and pouring it down his throat.

Seto glares back. "You
are neither my mother no my keeper," he replies; I'm almost proud to
note that his infamous control slipped some ten minutes ago and I'm seeing
fang with every word. "Therefore, I'll feed when I feel like it."

"But Niisama,
you've skipped four feedings this week!" Mokuba whines. Have I mentioned
that I love this kid? He's been my backup from the second we relocated Seto
in his office.

A sigh. "Mokuba,
I'll feed when I have time. Right now--"

"Is perfect."
I don't give him time to retort, literally pouncing and knocking him back
into his chair. I straddle his lap (on a side note, this will fuel about
a months' worth of wet dreams) and pin his arms down. "Now drink up,
Seto, or I'll have Mokuba go get a funnel."

"Hell, I'll
get it for you."

If it were possible
Seto would be bright red. Trust Dorobou to walk in on us in this compromising
position. I turn my head to see my brother smirking at us and Yami giving
Seto the death glare from hell. Mokuba just looks confused.

"Didn't know you
were that kinky, Kitty," Dorobou adds, and I'm once more treated
to the sight of Yami smacking himself in the face. I roll my eyes; sometimes
that's all you can do where Dorobou's concerned.

"Seto's being a
stubborn jackass," I say instead. "He apparently thinks he's indestructable."

"Niisama claims
he's too busy to feed," Mokuba adds; I'd like to note that at least
one Kaiba is sensible enough to drink his meal, since the kid's
been doing so this whole time.

Dorobou spares him a
glance. "You must be the kid brother," he says after a moment.

"I'm not a kid,
I'm sixteen."

"I call my twin
a kid," Dorobou shrugs before turning to Seto again. "Let's make
a deal. You feed, I'll tell you what I found."

Seto looks mad enough
to spit nails, but his curiosity is too strong. After glowering at us all
for a minute he snatched the mug from me and downs half of it. I can't help
but purr slightly, his scent's already a tad more 'healthy' than it was.
Mokuba snickers softly; apparently he trusts his sense and has
picked up on my contentment and his brother's aroused frustration. I stand
up and lean on the desk, shooting the kid a grin before turning my attention
to Dorobou.

"So, you find anything,
Treeboy?"

Seto glares at Dorobou
but finishes off the mug before replying: "All I've discovered is that
half the vampires in this city are idiots."

"I know, I'm in
the room with one," Yami grumbles, ignoring it when the glare is turned
towards him. I notice that Mokuba has made a strategic retreat. I doubt
we'll see him again tonight for some reason.

"What about you,
Dorobou?" I ask. "Any luck?"

"All of it bad."
I frown slightly until Dorobou adds, "Tokyo."

...fuck fuck fuckity
fuck. The twins have told me enough for me to know that that city
is synonymous with Hell for them.

"What about Tokyo?"
Seto asks, expression neutral. His scent, however, says that he noted Dorobous'...
discomfort and is somewhat concerned. Hardass Kaiba Seto? Hardly; now I'm
remembering why I love the guy.

"That's where the
answer is," Dorobou says. "I hate Tokyo."

"Why?"

"He has his reasons,"
I reply for him, my tone leaving no room for arguement. "We going tonight?"

"Yeah. We're wasting
a ticket, though. Someone"--here he shoots Yami a 'die already'
look--"decided that Mini-Me shouldn't come with just in case it gets
rough, so that leave you, me and His Highness here."

...who the hell is 'Mini-Me'?
I have the feeling I should ask, but maybe after we get back.

"What time does
our train leave?"

I know I'm not the only
one surprised. Yami looks like someone his him with a brick, Dorobou just
looks annoyed, and I have the feeling that if there was a mirror in here
I'd see I'm doing that damned 'confused cat' expression of mine again. It
can't help matters that a puzzled miow slips out.

Seto looks at us calmly.
"Well?"

~

After the longest ten
minute ride in history (Seto plus Yami in a small enclosed space plus an
already annoyed Dorobou equals a very uncomfortable silence) we
arrive at the train station with barely a minute to spare. And the only
reason we had that much time was because I carried Yami and shoved
Seto to get them to move faster since they were fucking strolling
to the damn train.

Needless to say, neither
Dorobou nor myself are too happy at the moment. He looks like he's ready
to kill one or both of the idiots seated across from us; hopefully they
can behave themselves long enough fo Dorobou to calm down a bit. I lean
against him slightly and am contemplating lying down when Yami turns to
glare at Seto.

"You're on my side."

"Really? I don't
see your name on it."

"What the fuck?!
Are they twenty and eighteen or five?! Now Dorobou looks even more
pissed off. I quickly move from my seat next to my brother and drop in between
the two, shooting wach an annoyed glare.

"Shut the fuck
up and maybe I won't make this the most miserable hour and a half
of your lives," I snarl; and yes, I'm so aggravated that I've got a
light layer of fur covering my body. They're just lucky I'm keeping my claws
sheathed.

Seto and Yami both fall
silent and I notice Dorobou relaxes slightly. Hoping that the matter is
settled, I close my eyes and will myself to calm.

The 'peace' lasts for
all of two minutes.

"Happy now?"
Yami grumbles across me.

"No," Seto
sneers in response. "I still have to smell you."

My 'friend' sniffs loudly.
"Better than the stench of death I smell," he retorts.

I growl and feel my
claws and fangs sharpen. I'm going to kill the pair of them, love
'em or not.

"Kitty, scoot."
I move half-onto Seto's lap just as Dorobou drops between myself and Yami.
I can smell his frustration and discomfort with the whole situation. If
I wasn't currently pissed off I'd try to calm him down. Seto starts to say
something, only to abruptly shut his mouth when Dorobou pulls out one of
his knives (he's got at least three on him at all times) and stabs it into
the armrest. Yami has a deer in the headlights expression and keeps glancing
between the knife, Dorobou and me, while Seto is sporting his wtf look once
more.

"That,"
my brother snarls, "goes through the next one who opens his mouth."
He pauses very briefly before continuing, "Kitty gets to eat the other
one."

The next hour and twenty-three
minutes are thankfully silent.
---

Not a happy Werekitty,
is he? Chapter Seven coming soon.
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