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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
- 7
- 8
- 9
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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"You? You're
the Master of Tokyo?" Seto sounds, looks and smells just plain confused.
Hell, I think all four of us look like the poster children for complete
and total confusion!

"I've beaten you
at Duel Monsters how many times?" comes from Yami and I just have
to roll my eyes. Dorobou whacks him on the back of the head (I can only
assume that it's for being a game-obsessed moron), receiving a glare for
his troubles. "Already injured here, Kura."

"Obviously not
enough," Dorobou replies quickly.

I can only meow my confusion.
A direct translation would be: "You run Industrial Illusions. You're
the Master of Tokyo. How the fuck does that work?!" Seto,
however, does not (yet) speak feline and looks at my brother. "What'd
he say?"

"I could give you
the direct translation, but it boils down to 'the fuck?' Really," Dorobou
adds, "you need to be learning these things."

Seto gives him a look
that would cut glass and I growl softly before pinching his arm pretty damn
hard. Hey, I've got claws most of the time but at the moment I'm too drained
to extend them. Pinching gets someone's attention and displays annoyance
just as well, thank you. The glare is turned onto me but I've learned to
ignore that sort of thing. Besides, I'm still ignoring him. Really.

Luckily for all of us
Dorobou cuts to the heart of the matter: "Since when are you Master
of Tokyo, Pegasus?"

Pegasus blinks, his
scent betraying confusion for all of a microsecond, then gives us some kind
of smirky-smile that I instantly dislike. "But, Bakura-boy"--I
manage to not growl--"I've been Master of Tokyo longer than
you've been alive." What the--?!? I shoot a quick look to Dorobou,
who looks shell shocked. I mean, Dorobou knows everything there is
to know about his 'clients'. I'm sure he knew Freak Job here is a
master vamp--guess that explains all the tigers but not why they're
looking at me the way they are; they look almost like they expect me to
start tearing into them at any moment. Which would be a neat trick considering
I'm not one hundred percent sure if my legs can support me right now. Oop,
Freak's talking again: "Besides, when you and Ryou-boy"--no growl
again, but it's twitching in my throat--"vanished, it seemed like time
to start cracking down."

Dorobou still looks
collected, but his scent holds traces of worry and fear. "...He's
not still working for you... is he?"

Who--oh. Him.
I almost hope the answer is yes, along with permission for me to tear the
fucker in half and a photograph so I don't get the wrong guy. I don't know
the whole story, but I know enough to want to protect my family.

Pegasus' eyes soften
a bit, almost affectionately. I have a second to wonder if Freak Boy thinks
of Dorobou as family, too, before he answers, "I said I'd been cracking
down, didn't I?" My brother breathes a sigh of relief and visibly relaxes
a bit.

"Kura?" It's
Yami, sounding curious and concerned. He smells of pain though, and I make
a questioning sound. My voice isn't back enough for me to speak just yet
but at least I sound less, well, cat. Kajiki is still close enough to both
hear and catch my question, and he turns to face Pegasus.

"Master...?"

The older vampire frowns
just a fraction. "Where are my manners tonight? Please, sit,"
he says, gesturing to the two chairs in front of his desk. In all honesty,
I'm reminded a bit of Seto's home office... but this is a bit more cozy.
And who is the
woman standing beside him? Her scent is confusing; she smells of power but
there's more that I can't quite place. She's not a pomme de sange,
I know that much at least... and yet her presence puts me at ease.

Dorobou guides Yami
to one of the chairs and pushes him down--Yami's flustered again, if he's
not careful he's going to turn red permanently. "Kura, what--"

"You're injured,"
Dorobou cuts in. "Sit down and rest, Pharaoh."

My friend blinks, then
blinks again. "'Pharaoh'?"

"Pharaoh."
This time it's accompanied by a nod. I snicker softly, looks like Yami's
got a permanent nickname.

I expect Dorobou to
take the other chair, so I'm surprised when Seto drops me down into the
remaining seat. I mew a 'what the hell?!' but as I said, he doesn't speak
feline. Rather than attempt to decipher what I said or ask Dorobou, he smoothes
out the jacket as if making sure my nonexistent modesty is intact, fingers
the collar for a second then copies Dorobou's move and slips behind the
chair I'm seated in.

My brother looks amused
for a fraction of a second before getting down to business again: "Now,
question two: why the fuck did you kidnap us?"

Oh for--! Freakazoid
has the gall to look offended. "I'm going to let you go so it's not
really kidnapping," he says, and I notice Yami tensing out
of the corner of my eye. Pegasus obviously notices as well if the sudden
change in his scent means anything: a faint note of concern, sorrow and
pity. I doubt Dorobou knows the reason, and it's not my place to say; the
urge to go give my friend a hug is strong but I stay seated. It's been too
long, and Yami never liked being pitied.

Pegasus continues with,
"I think it'd be rather gauche after Yami-boy's last experience with
it."

"Master of Tokyo
or not, you're an ass." It takes me a second to realize that came out
of my mouth. The jerk just looks amused by my comment. I ignore
him and turn a glare on Kajiki. "Four on one!" He actually looks
embarrassed; good. Cheater.

"I'm sorry!"

"Sure
you are," I find myself snarling back. Shit, not good, my mind set
is still slightly feral, and from the way all the other Weres in the room
are shrinking back they know it too.

"I am,"
Kajiki insists, moving back half a step. "When I realized, I tried
to stop Amelda. That's the only reason he didn't end up like Yashida."

Realized what?
I wish I knew what the fuck he was whinging about, he's just pissing me
off right now. I'm three seconds from shifting again when a hand clamps
down on my shoulder.

"Quiet, kitten.
He's telling the truth. Don't spill blood here."

For some reason Seto's
voice calms my nerves and I relax, giving Kajiki one final glare. Okay,
I'll let this drop... for now. But if Kajiki Ryouta ever shows his face
in Domino, he'd better watch his back. I won't forgive, and I will never
forget.

I tune back into the
conversation in time to hear Dorobou prompt, "You didn't answer my
question, Pegasus. Why did you grab us? And why did it have to involve jumping
Kitty"--yeah, I'm wondering that myself, and wow, Dorobou's pissed
if the gradually increasing volume is any indication--"shooting
Pharaoh here, and clubbing me over the head?!" He's... not happy is
actually an understatement. I'd rank him at 'take-no-prisoners-pissed-off'.

Pegasus might hurt himself
if he frowns any harder. "Believe me, Bakura-boy," and I am really
starting to hate the way he draws that word out, "all I said
was 'I need to see them'. It was not my intention that anyone be hurt."

"So all this happened
because your people are a bit... overzealous?" Seto asks in a voice
so cold I can almost feel the temperature of the room drop. It's damn near
sub-Arctic. However, it has no effect whatsoever on Freaky.

"I'm afraid so,
Kaiba-boy." I can feel a growl building but manage to bite it back.
Peggy's pouting now; would it be terribly rude to roll my eyes?
"The lease you could have done was call first, instead of just barging
in like you own the place. This isn't Domino City after all." Mew?
"Then we could have avoided this entirely."

I think my feline grace
and Seto's vamp reflexes are all that keep me from whacking him in the face,
my hand shoots up in the air so fast. "Question: the hell?"

Apparently Yami and
I are on the same wavelength: "I thought only Master vampires had to
announce themselves. No way Kaiba's a master; he was only turned two years
ago." Yeah, that was about two or three months after I took up permanent
residence with Dorobou and Ryou. It was also around then that I realized
my 'little' crush on him wasn't going away. Not that it really
matters... what are we talking about again? My attention snaps back to the
matter at hand.

"Nevertheless,
he is a master." Oh, cool, I didn't miss too much. Pegasus
continues, "Now, why don't you ask him what happened to the previous
Master of the City?"

...oh hell
no. My hunches aren't always right, which is why I never voiced my suspicions.
I hear myself ask, "What're you driving at?" Maybe I'm hoping
I was wrong this time, too.

Pegasus is silent for
a long moment, and I can feel Seto's hand tighten on my shoulder. Hurts
like a bitch, but I'm not going to say a word. Finally Mr. Master of Tokyo
says, "Whoever kills the previous Master becomes the new Master."

Seto's voice is completely
void of emotion: "He turned my little brother. I don't care what happens
to me, but no one touches Mokuba." I can't even tell from his scent
what he's really feeling right now; it's a blend of fear, anger, protectiveness,
acceptance and control.

Yami's speaking again.
"Doesn't he have to have an animal to call?" Okay, did he memorize
a textbook sometime while I was out cold?

"What is sitting
before him?" I blink, then blink twice quickly. The fuck? Seto's grip
tightens again for a second before relaxing. I guess he noticed me flinch
on that last one, he's hella strong.

"How can he call
leopards?" Dorobou demands. I'm curious about that myself.
"There's only one pard in all of Japan."

The blonde woman finally
speaks: "And yet there are Wereleopards in Japan." My
brother smells a bit startled; didn't he see--oh. Now I recognize
the 'taste' of magick in her scent. How'd I miss that? I'm from
a family line of witches! The woman offers a small smile. "Welcome
back to Tokyo, Bakura."

"I intend to make
it a short visit," Dorobou replies dryly. "So if Treeboy here
is the new Master of Domino, why did you grab the rest of us?"

I sigh mentally as Pegasus
perks up. Here we go....

"Well, your Wereleopard
wasn't going anywhere without Kaiba-boy."

That's it.
I don't even try to stop myself this time, and the growl I let
out has the tigers shrinking back into the various shadows. Pegasus doesn't
even blink; hell, he looks and smells amused. I want to bite him,
but that might not be my smartest move. I'm still growling low in my throat
when he continues, "And Kaiba wasn't going anywhere without
your cat."

"And Pharaoh-boy
and me?" Dorobou prompts. He still sounds annoyed.

The witch lady (Kaasan
drill that into my head--witches are ladies until they give you a reason
to hate them) moves behind Pegasus' chair and mirrors my brother and Seto.
"That was my doing, I'm afraid," she says. "I felt you two
enter the city. Your power has grown in your absence, Bakura."

I frown to myself. Dorobou
I can understand a witch sensing, but Yami...? I turn my gaze fully onto
her. "Two? I don't understand, Lady." I hope she doesn't think
my questioning her is rude; Kaasan would skin me alive if one of the covens
told her I'd been impolite to one of their Ladies.

The Lady blinks, realization
entering her scent (and even Pegasus has a faint hint of the same in his);
the Were overpowers the traces of magick in my blood so no one knows I'm
of a witch line unless I say something.

After a second she speaks
again: "I suppose it's not really my place to say if you don't already
know. I can say his powers," she nods at Yami, "compliment
your own."

Holy fuck, Dorobou is
radiating anger, and I can just hear him hiss, "We have a
lot to talk about later, Mutou," to Yami. I know that tone, and I have
to pity the hell outta my sorta-former-best-friend. I shrink away from the
pair of them and find myself leaning into Seto again. He squeezes my shoulder,
almost as if agreeing with my assessment that Yami is in Deep Shit, and
leans down a bit. I'm a little startled by what he says in light of, oh,
everything else going on tonight.

"You're exhausted,
I can smell it on you. Will you be all right for the trip home?" He
speaks so low that I don't think even Pegasus can pick up on it. The only
reason I do is because his mouth is right by my ear. I manage a tiny nod
and shift slightly; in a heartbeat he's upright again and acting as if he
didn't just show concern towards someone not related to him by blood.

If it was my call at
the moment, Dorobou would be in this chair instead of where he is. I'm very
tempted to make the offer. More so when he seems to become angrier. I am
so cuddling him on the trip back to Domino, Seto and Yami be damned.

Dorobou gives Pegasus
the 'I eat babies' glare. "If you're done playing show-and-tell, Crawford"--cuddles
and his favourite food--"can we go now? I'm sure Kaiba"--and
I'll get Ryou to unplug the phone and disconnect the doorbell--"has
a lot to do with what's left of the night."

Why is it that Pegasus
is so cool and collected? Even his Lady is shifting nervously in the face
of Dorobou's rage but he's still as calm as he was when we walked in.

"Oh, of course,
Bakura!" At least he's smart enough to drop the damn 'boy' this time....
"Do you have a preference on how to return? Oh!" The fuck...?
I'm starting to think Pegasus J. Crawford rode the short bus to school....
"The helicopter's gassed up. Will that be all right?"

"Whatever,"
Dorobou grounds out. "I don't care. Just get me the fuck out of Tokyo."

"So long as it's
fast," I add, rising abruptly. I cross to Dorobou and lay my head on
his shoulder, ignoring Seto's confused expression. My brother needs my attention
more than my mate does at the moment, and not even Yami's jealousy--it's
rolling off him in waves right now--is going to run me off.

"And I want my
knives back." I bite back a chuckle as both Seto and Yami's scents
take on a nervous tinge. If either of them acts the fool on the trip home
I'll hold them still for Dorobou.

The Lady answers. "Of
course. I wish you all a safe journey home. Goddess go with you."

"May She smile
upon you as well," I reply. Hey, I can be brash at times but one is
not rude to a Lady when she blesses your journey.

Dorobou adds, "Thank
you, Cynthia." Mrr? Wonder if she's the same Cynthia whom Kaasan said
formed half the covens in Japan today? Hey, anything's possible, even if
it does mean that Lady's over one hundred years old. And Kaasan
always told me never ask any lady her age, it's incredibly rude!

Seto smells jealous,
and I shoot him a quick look that speaks volumes. In less than a second
I manage to say, "I love you, I am yours whether you know
it or not, but my family comes first and my brother needs me right now"
without uttering a word. My vampire isn't the CEO of Kaiba Corp by inheritance
alone; he nods shortly as the jealousy recedes then turns his gaze to Pegasus.
"Ignorance is no excuse for impoliteness," he says coolly. "I
apologize for any... inconvenience our presence has caused. You," Seto
emphasis the word slightly, "are always welcome in Domino."

The freaky man smile-smirks.
"Even so, I'll call ahead of time." Wow, even Yami looks annoyed
with that answer. Lady Cynthia sighs quietly, as if that's better than what
she expected him to say, and I decide that she's most likely the power behind
the throne so to speak. "Your ride is waiting, and like you said, Bakura,
Kaiba has much to do."

"I know the way."
Dorobou practically manhandles Yami out of the chair and begins to drag
him towards the door. It doesn't look like his grip is too tight, but Dorobou's
control is tenuous at the moment. I fall in step right behind them, Seto
at my back. Yami loses his footing once, Dorobou quickly shifting to take
most of their weight. Before too long my brother is climbing into the helicopter
after, um, seating Yami. I start to follow, every nerve in my body suddenly
freezing as Seto's hand finds its way into one of the coat pockets. I hope
to the Goddess that my face isn't red; it's bad enough that I'm still tired
from shifting, I really don't need to pass out because Seto decided
to act like... well, me!

I relax--barely--when
he steps back, cell phone in hand. I feel... okay, kinda stupid. But at
least I wasn't the only one to jump to conclusions if Dorobou's sigh of
relief means anything. The second all of us are inside one of the Weres
hands my brother all his knives and closes the door behind us.

I think I wait all of
two seconds before settling on the floor and dropping my head into Dorobou's
lap. I register Seto speaking and realize that he's slipped into business-mode.
I start up a low purr when my brother begins petting me and allow my body
to relax a bit more. The renewed smell of blood hits me and I reach for
the first-aide kit under Seto's seat; my vampire is strong-willed, he's
noticed the scent but is still making arrangements. I pass the kit up to
Dorobou, absently taking in the one-sided conversation. I guess Dorobou
will take Yami home and I'll stick close to Seto. For right now, though,
I plan to be only semi-conscious.
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One more chapter to
go then the epilogue. And I really, really suggest you read Color
of Life Chapter Eight before reading Chapter Nine here!
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