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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
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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The second the train
comes to a stop I'm off and running. Well, not literally, but I'm definitely
putting some distance between myself and the Moron Twins.

"Call my cell,"
I shoot over my shoulder before hitting the street. Somehow I doubt Dorobou
heard me; if that trash can was alive it wouldn't be anymore under that
glare. I make it three blocks before I realize I'm being followed. And when
I do, I feel like kicking myself.

"Seto, why. The
hell. Are you following me?"

"Did you really
expect me to stay back there with him?" Seto snorts in reply.
I growl quietly and continue walking, listening as he falls into step beside
me. After a minute he adds, "Besides, I wasn't about to let my kitten
wander off alone in this city," under his breath. Heh, probably thinks
I'm too pissed to catch that part... either that or he knows a hella lot
less about Weres than he thinks he does. Either way, I'm not too sure how
I feel about the name 'kitten' but I'll think on that later. Right
now, however....

"Dorobou and Yami'll
probably hit the university library," I say. "If we could talk
to the local Were or vamp communities we might be able to find out a little
something. Hell, if we could get a meeting with the Master of Tokyo that
would be even better."

Seto nods. "I doubt
we'll be able to see the Master but we can still check in with the Were
communities." As he's talking, I pick up on a scent approaching us.
Something about it sets off my fight-or-flight reflex and I find my claws
lengthening. Seto's still speaking: "I have a few contacts here that
might--"

"Kaiba Seto."
It's not a question, and before I realize what I'm doing I've placed myself
between Seto and the Were who'd spoken. Tiger from the scent, and stocky.
He glances at me, confusion lighting his gaze for a moment before he realizes
what I am; then the expression becomes more cautious. Good, he knows I'm
dangerous.

"Who wants to know?"
I hiss, my own eyes narrowing. I barely feel Seto's hand on the small f
my back, some mild attempt to keep my temper in check possibly.

The Weretiger chooses
to err on the side of caution and takes a step backward. "Kajiki Ryouta.
My Master wishes a word with Kaiba-sama."

"For what reason?"
Seto asks, his tone cold and eyes sharp. He's a suspicious bastard, yes,
but right now I don't blame him. A car has pulled up next to where the three
of us are standing, and I can scent three more Weres inside. I do not
like this one bit and a low growl escapes me. Kajiki's eyes narrow as he
shoots a quick look towards the car.

"Protocol,"
Kajiki replies. He's still glowering as the car door opens and one of the
Weres steps out and makes the biggest mistake of his life--taking hold of
Seto and trying to drag him to the car.

~

When I surface to consciousness
once again, I realize two things: one, we aren't on the street anymore and
two, I ache all over. Apparently I full-shifted when that tiger grabbed
hold of Seto. All I want to know is who kicked whose ass, because I feel
like I did the night I took on Hirutani... only more stiff and sore. Bet
Kajiki and the other two got me from behind, four on one ain't fair.

After a minute or two
I register fingers running through my hair and two hearts beating nearby.
I open my senses and catch Yami and Dorobou's scents from the vicinity of
the heartbeats. Seto's scent is strongest of the three, as I realize my
head is on his shoulder. I slowly open my eyes, absently noting that I've
lost my clothes and Seto's coat is wrapped around me.

"Jounouchi?"
I lift my head just enough to meet worried blue eyes. "You've been
out for a while, ki--tomcat. You all right?"

I take a moment to think
and mentally curse. It's two days till the full moon and I shifted to leopard
form. If I hadn't gotten into the fight I might be fine, but it's
hell trying to turn back this close to a full moon. My vocal chords still
think I'm in leopard form for at least an hour at this time of
the month. Still, I managed to reply after a fashion, mewing quietly.

"Take that as a
'no,'" Dorobou offers from the other side of the room. I turn to look
at him, catching the faint smell of blood as I do. He doesn't appear to
be injured to that extent, although from his eyes I'd say he was knocked
out for a little while. Yami, on the other hand, is doing a damned good
job of keeping Dorobou's attention off him, so I'm guessing that the blood
I smell is his.

And that's probably
why Seto and I are over here instead of closer to the bed.

"Why can't he speak?"
Seto directs the question to Dorobou although he's looking at me still.
I lift a hand to my throat self-consciously, fingers meeting leather and
metal. A quick glance confirms that Yami's collar is no longer around his
neck. I mewl Dorobou's name and a thank you; he nods shortly before answering
Seto.

"Full moon is two
days away. It's taxing on Weres to shift and shift back again this close.
Kitty'll be fine in a little while, but for now I'll play interpreter...
maybe, if you're lucky."

Seto shoots Dorobou
a glare that says he's far from amused. I make an attempt to diffuse his
temper, giving a questioning meow and nesting my head against his neck.
Luckily it works, Seto's attention snapping back to me and a faint hint
of curiosity in his scent. It seems that for all he thinks he knows
about me there are still a few mysteries.

"Hmph. Well, I
know of at least two Weres who aren't going to have that problem anymore,"
Seto grounds out after a moment. I wonder if he realizes that he's still
petting me...?

Dorobou has
noticed if his slightly amused expression is any indication, but it's Yami
who asks the question I can't yet voice: "What do you mean, Kaiba?"

"Four Weretigers
tried to grab us," Seto replies, "literally. Jounouchi snapped
the first one in half and tore a few limbs off another. The second one attacked
him from behind." He snarls then, fangs flashing, and suddenly I'm
very glad he's on our side. "That is cowardice, and I will not tolerate
it. Suffice it to say, I doubt I'll need to feed again tonight."

If Yami or Dorobou reply
I completely miss it. All I'm aware of is the fact that Seto drained a Were,
and the only reason is because he attacked me from behind. This is bad news
on several levels. One, by law Seto committed murder. Weres can
do anything to each other, but vamps aren't supposed to get involved, period.
I don't know if even his influence can keep him outta trouble for
that. Two, I know my reasons for acting on instinct were exactly
that--instinct. Seto most likely acted on principle of logic. Third--and
far worse I believe--is that most Wereleopards don't actually choose
who they take as a mate; it's more like we're claimed through blood and
battle. And my instincts are now screaming at me that so far as they're
concerned, Kaiba Seto pretty much owns me now.

And I thought this was
gonna be a boring day.

The sound of a key in
the lock finally draws my attention and I snap my gaze to the door as it
opens. At the same time Seto's protective (?!) grasp tightens and his eyes
narrow to slits. I hiss loudly as Kajiki peers in almost hesitantly. Hmph,
see all his limbs are still attached. Pity.

The other Were is at
least smart enough to keep away from me, shrinking back for a moment before
speaking: "The Massster wishesss to extend hisss apologies forrr the
trrrrouble we may have causssed you."

Hmph, I sound
way cuter at the moment; leopards are a smaller breed of the big
cats, y'know, and we are capable of the more 'housecat-ish' sounds
than the others. Seto continues glaring coldly at him and I growl low in
my throat. Apology so not accepted, it was four on one!!

Seto opens his mouth
to say something, but whatever he was about to say is lost as a larger Were--not
sure what species, but he's not feline--shoves Kajiki aside and strides
into the room. He has this whole "I'm better than you" vibe that
has me on edge. The strange Were storms past me and Seto, stopping on Yami's
side of the bed.

"That Master wants
to see them now," he growls (wolf, has to be, they think they're
the best there is at any-and-everything), grabbing Yami's arm and yanking
him to his feet. The smell of blood becomes that much stronger and my friend
stumbles, a soft sound of pain escaping him.

I notice Dorobou's scent
shifting, anger overpowering the annoyance that's been hovering about him
since we arrived in Tokyo, and that's all the warning I have before the
overwhelming heat-smell of electricity fills the air. All I can do is whimper
as the small room is suddenly crowded by angry ghosts, because that is
what they are. Visible, tangible, and very, very angry.

"The fucking hell?!"
Seto hisses out under his breath, somehow managing to place himself between
me and the Angry Ones without getting up from the chair. I can't really
see anything past him but I don't think I'm ever going to forget the sound
of flesh and bone separating from the still-screaming wolf, of flesh hitting
the walls like so much meat, nor the smell of blood and heat and electricity
and rage and fear, Seto's and Yami's and Ryouta's and that human in the
hall's and holy fuck I can smell my own fear and Dorobou is a wall
of anger and I'm mentally babbling but if I stop I might scream and draw
his/their attention to me.

Then Yami pushes his
fear under concern and calls to him: "Kura?" Dorobou looks at
him blankly, and the Angry Ones seem to falter for a moment. Yami carefully
steps around--something, I have no idea which part of the wolf
that used to be--moving closer to my brother. I slide from behind
Seto, watching for any sign of the thief I know yet still getting the blankness
and wall of not-Dorobou. Then Yami's close enough and he reaches out, touching
Dorobou's face gently with both hands.

"Wake up, Kura."

Just like that the Angry
Ones vanish, not even a hint of electricity left in the air. Dorobou looks
a little confused, but even before he speaks I know he's alone in his head
again. "...Yami?"

Okay, I do love Seto,
but neither he nor Ryouta nor that guy in the hall needed to sigh
in relief that damn loud. If my voice was back I'd chew out the
lot of them; as it is I resort to growling my displeasure. Seto turns to
give me a look and I take the opportunity to shove him out of the chair.
So what if he owns me, it's not like I'm made of glass and will break if
he let's me get up.

"Yeah, it's me,"
I hear Yami say as I stand, testing my legs and pleased to find that they're
not damaged or anything. Wha--oh my god, Yami's petting Dorobou.
That's so... well, cute. "Are you all right? Are you... you again?"

"What are you doing?!"
Seto hisses in my ear. Hmm... ignore him? Yeah, ignore him. I focus on my
brother instead, he still looks drained.

"Mostly, I think,"
Dorobou replies to Yami's question. "My head still feels a little muddled,
but not as bad."

Yami nods and says,
"Good" right about the time the guy from the hall says, "Eww."
I glance over in time to see him jump over a clump of wolf before straightening
up somewhat and brushing nonexistent dust off his sleeves. He's just a human,
no power to speak of, but he's not that put off by what just happened.

Seto moves up behind
me, one hand resting on the small of my back; I'm honestly not sure whether
to be pleased with the attention or (somehow) ask him to back off for the
moment. Instinct once again makes the decision for me and I lean into the
touch. It surprises him for a moment before he puts that non-expression
on once more. He might be fooling the human and Yami, maybe Dorobou,
but any other vamp or Were can smell the truth: contentment, affection,
a stab of arousal and possessiveness that the Weres back in Domino can probably
pick up on right now.

"I should smack
you for that." I glance over to see Dorobou knotting the makeshift
bandage he's apparently fashioned out of bedsheets during our mini-showdown.
An amused mew escapes me and Yami suddenly flushes three shades of red.
I'm impressed for the sole reason that he almost matches his hair. Dorobou
seems bemused at having all our attention on him once again.

The old guy clear his
throat, drawing our attention once more. "If you're done, um, conjuring
up the local ghosts, the Master would like to speak with you," he manages
after a moment. Another few seconds go by then he adds, "Just please
don't kill anyone else."

Erm, okay, but Dorobou
wasn't really responsible... well, maybe he was by proxy but still!
See, this is why ghosts and shit freak me out. Vamps, Weres, spirits that
are nonviolent, those I can deal with. Ghosts and zombies and anything else
associated with violent ends, hell no.

Dorobou has that
look, the one that says 'I so need to fuck with your head right
now' so I'm not surprised by what comes out of his mouth: "I'll try,
but if I do kill anyone"--and there's the smirk--"you'll
be the first to know." For whatever reason he grabs Yami's hand and
brushes past the old dude (who, by the by, looks a little green). Dorobou
chooses that moment to add, "I think you have some brains on your back."

The guy spews like a
can of beer and I cover my mouth and nose to block out the smell as best
I can. Seto sneers at him in disdain before apparently deciding that I shouldn't
walk around this place barefoot and picks me up. Damn he's strong; wonder
if he carried me when we got grabbed...?

Ryo--I mean, Kajiki
gives the four of us a look I can only interpret as 'people/vamps/Weres
from Domino are fucking scary' before speaking: "Um, well, I'll just
take you on in to see him now." Hmph, no sign of a hiss, but on the
plus side I should be able to articulate actual words soon. Still I hiss
at the bastard out of principle. Did I mention that four on one isn't fair?

"Lead the way,"
Dorobou says, a hint of annoyance in his tone. I can only assume that Yami
is making him behave somehow. They really are cute together, even
if the par of them are fumbling through their mutual attraction like they're
in the dark sans flashlights. Kajiki doesn't say anything, just gives a
half-nod and walks ahead of us. Seto hangs back a little and I take a moment
to study his face.

Brrr... if I didn't
have my Were senses to rely on, I'd believe him as cold and unfeeling as
the gossip-mongers at school and the press make him out to be. Seto's like
a statue, cold and hard and unfeeling, at least on the surface. The truth
is in his eyes if you can get close enough to look, in his scent if your
senses are enhanced enough to pick up on it. He is a mystery wrapped in
an enigma and neatly tied together with secrets.

Never let it be said
that I, Jounouchi Katsuya, don't love a challenge.

Before I know it we've
reached our destination, if the annoyed voice coming from behind the door
is any indication. The wood is thick so I can barely make out something
about provoking an unfamiliar Were--got to be talking about me--and
a hope that the limbs grow back crooked. Either the Master of Tokyo is a
hard ass or he has a really twisted sense of humor.

A door off to the side
opens and a smallish Weretiger slips out of the room pushing a shopping
cart with another Tiger in it. I recognize him as one of the jerks who jumped
me and growl at him. Dorobou immediately picks up on my annoyed vibe and
opts to be his lovable self.

"Defective Were,
aisle three." He says it just loud enough for the human ear
to pick up and earns a smack from Yami. But I don't think he's in any real
trouble since Yami's snickering at the moment. I see Seto's mouth quirk
into an amused smirk for a second before he regains his control. I offer
another low growl and bare my teeth; the Tiger pushing the cart whimpers
and rushes away.

The old guy goes to
hold the door for us, quickly regaining his own composure: "The Master
of Tokyo will see you now."

Well, no shit, dumbass.
I'm not the brightest crayon in the box but I'm no dumb blond either. Seto
gives him a look that says just how highly he ranks the guy's intelligence--hmm,
somewhere around peat moss, apparently--before we follow Dorobou and Yami.

My brother gets off
one last parting shot, though. "Thanks a lot, Alfred." I snicker
at my ma--I mean! Seto's expression; guess he's not a Batman fan. "And...
you missed a spot."

...now the old dude
kinda looks like peat moss, too. Dorobou looks proud of himself.

Next think I know Set
bumps into my brother, who has frozen in his tracks. I mewl questioningly
and glance up to see what's stopped us short.

"Welcome back to
Tokyo. How have you been, Bakura-boy?"

And suddenly I realize
where I've seen the Master of Tokyo before... on the fucking gaming network.

...well... Dorobou's
always said it best: Pegasus J. Crawford is a freaky, freaky man.
---

Who saw that
coming? Only one more real chapter to go and then the epilogue!
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