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Superman and Fairies - The Bottom Line	By : lostintheheartland Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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While Kaiba Seto was having his world rearranged by a suddenly acquired fiance and sister, Mokuba Kaiba was walking a tightrope between raging at his brother and showing a calm, loving face to Pegasus.

Somehow, and Mokuba had no clue how because the only people who had a clue would never speak to Seto, his brother had discovered what he was up to with his investigation and his care of Pegasus. It was the only theory that fit his current state. Early that afternoon, after he'd spent the morning making sure that his love was all right, he'd decided to go home and get fresh clothes then head over to Yugi and Atemu's for a strategy session for tonight's planned raid on the group who had attacked Pegasus. If they got enough evidence tonight then the group would be behind bars by Friday night and not be able to attack the victim Mokuba was sure they had selected.

That plan had been shot to hell when he'd been met with a door locked from the outside. Not overly concerned he'd called for the nurse. Instead his personal physician walked in. "Sensei... What are you doing here?"

"Mokuba-san, I'm so glad you are finally awake. I've been waiting to speak to you." The doctor gave him an avuncular smile. "I don't want you to worry about a thing. Your brother explained about your stresses and your threat of suicide. I agree with him that it was probably just you letting off some steam, and I think it's also wise that he has arranged for you to stay here for a few days." Seeing the protest and denial start to form the doctor held out his hands. "It's for the best Mokuba-san. Just trust your brother." Another professional smile and the man nodded. "I haven't prescribed any meds for you at this time, but please try to stay calm and unwind. If you attempt to leave or become disruptive I will have to sedate you." With a small bow, the doctor rose and, giving him a long look, said, "Just rest Mokuba. Leave everything to Seto. He just wants you ... safe."

Literally shaking with fury - and fear - he asked, "Am I allowed visitors?"

"Family only. Of course you have your friend for company so you won't be lonely." The doctor smiled and left.

When he'd returned and told his love he was staying a few days, Pegasus had given him a curious look that melted into shy happiness. "I'm glad you stayed. I've been having this flash of something... did we dance together? Kiss on the dance floor?" Slight pink tinged the older man's cheeks. "I keep seeing that in my head."

It was Mokuba's turn to blush, even as his heart raced with happiness. "Yes. Our first kiss was while we were dancing."

Gently, the silver-haired man touched Mokuba's mane of black hair then shifted his hand to cup his cheek. "You wore a gold band in your hair that night."

"You're right." Mokuba agreed in a voice husky with memories. "I wore it 'cause it matched your eyes."

Abruptly Pegasus sat back, removing his touch. "You're too good for me. I'm going to go lay down."

Used to the vagaries of the older man's injury-induced behaviors, Mokuba nodded. "See you when you wake." He wasn't surprised when there was no response. Sighing Mokuba crossed to the sitting area and flipped on the television. There was nothing to do but wait. He was getting to be a pro at waiting.

Pegasus was showing improvement - slow and gradual - but still improvement. His fear of going outside had lessened to the point where he went to the enclosed gardens, and his fear of strangers was controlled enough that staff changes were accepted without screaming hysteria that had typified his earliest days in the hospital. And the flash today was the first sign that his memory was still intact. Mokuba had worn that gold ribbon for the first and only time on the night of the attack.

Ignoring the white noise of the television, Mokuba sprawled on the couch and stared up at the ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts. He had to find a way to escape and stop them. Nobody knew what he did, nobody had figured it out. He needed to get out, preferably by tonight but definitely by Friday night and get to Ni-Chome to stop the attack he knew was coming. But how?

His answer came late - well past midnight. Pegasus had retired for the night and Mokuba was pacing, still trying to come up with a solution. In desperation he'd called Seto on his private line only to get a strange man mumbling about a wedding. He'd hung up quickly and decided to have his brother check the lines when he deigned to speak to him.

The low snick of the locks disengaging had brought his head around sharply, but what he saw made him catch his breath. "Yugi! What are you doing here so late?"

"Visiting you." The smaller man gave a slight smile. "And I am late because Atemu just left his spot down by the gate. He's watching for me and I don't want to be seen."

"All right... uhm... why not?" It was nosy but he really wanted to know.

"I heard what you said to him. I didn't know that he lied to me about that. When we got together he said his lover had cheated on him and he'd been dumped. He was playing on the fact that I was hurting from an unreachable lover." He shrugged and jammed his hands into his pockets. "I didn't know it was a lie."

Mokuba gave him an odd look. "Don't you think it's weird? I mean a guy his age going after younger guys like that? I mean... I kinda think he's a pedophile."

"His age?" Yugi looked baffled for a moment. "He's only a couple years older than Seto."

"Nah, he's not. He's lying to you if he says that. I was with him when he renewed his class two driver's license. Renewed, not received. Assuming he got his class one when he was sixteen, and his class two when he was eighteen, that would make him twenty-three when he renewed it. I was ten years old when we went to get it renewed; eight years ago. So he's at least thirty-one now."

"Thirty...one?" For a second Yugi's face showed his surprise then a clever, foxy look slipped over his childlike countenance, making him seem much older. It faded almost instantly but Mokuba's unease lingered.

"So how did you get in here?"

"I have my ways." A playful smile crossed his lips. "I'm magic."

It wasn't the first time Yugi had said that, but it was the first time Mokuba got an inkling that there might be something to it. "Okay oh great magician. Help me figure out a way out of here by tomorrow- tonight so I can stop the attack at Ni-Chome."

The spike-haired man nodded. "Sure, that's why I'm here." Yugi hesitated for a moment then flopped down on a chair that Mokuba could have sworn had been a few feet away just seconds prior. "We have a lot to go over. First, I told Seto what you were up to. He has a right to know, plus he's setting himself and Atemu up as bait at Ni-chome tom - tonight. Before you fly off the handle you should know new players have been added - not the least of which are your neighbor and the police..." As concisely as possible the smaller man filled in the black-haired teen.

"So it's going to end tonight?" Mokuba clarified.

"Yes, one way or another it will end." There was a grim look that sat oddly on Yugi's childishly innocent face.

"Good. So how are we going to help? And how are you going to get me out of here?"

"Us." An unexpected voice interrupted. "How are you going to get us out." Pegasus stepped into the room. "I'm going to help."

"Pegasus you can't. You have to stay here."

With a flick of his hand, the silver-haired man waved that away. "I don't have to do anything you say Mokie-boy. I'm the adult, you're still a child."

That made Mokuba sit up with a gasp. In the past Pegasus had only spoken to him like that when he was seriously pissed about something. "Peg..."

"Memory is a fickle thing. Once you confirmed the flash I had it was like a flood was released. I remember everything, and I'm not afraid any more." Determination hardened the refined features, making them take on a dangerous cast. "And I want the bastards who caused this to pay. So - how are you going to get us out, Yugi-boy?"

"The power will go off at six-thirty, just after dinner. Be ready to go then." When they would have protested the small man stood and walked to the door. "Don't ask questions and I won't lie to you. Go to bed, both of you. What you do there is your business - but be rested for tomorrow -tonight." With a nod he slipped out the door.

"I wish he'd told us more." Mokuba fussed. "You've really remembered haven't you?"

"Yes, I'm feeling quite my old self." Pegasus smiled slightly. "And I still say you are too young and too good for me. But I find I'm selfish. So I'll take your love."

Mokuba rushed into his arms. "I've missed you. Even though you are right here, I've missed you."

"I'm selfish enough to be glad of that too."

"Hmmm I love it when you're selfish." He enjoyed the warmth of his lover's arms. "How do you think Yugi is going to get us out of here."

"I don't think it will be a problem for one of the Tribe Carraig. Leave it to him."

"Tribe...?"

"I'll explain about the tribes if he or Atemu allow it. I don't want to make either of them angry, although Atemu as a Dorcha is a much more dangerous in his anger than Yugi." Abruptly the older man changed the subject. "Let's go to bed... I want to make more memories." A flash of white teeth in a carefree grin made him seem almost piratical "And if I remember right we were on our way to do that very thing when we were interrupted. I think we've allowed the criminals to interrupt us quite long enough."

Mokuba didn't need any second urging. He was eighteen and had all the normal hormones. He'd been patient, and now his lover was back to normal - his body was more than happy at the suggestion, and his heart was doing cartwheels in his chest. "Yes, absolutely yes."

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Moutou Yugi, also once known as Airdin of Carraig, straightened away from the door and smiled. Kaiba Mokuba and Pegasus Crawford were working out well. The healing runes seemed to have helped, although he had been doubtful as his magic for anything but locks and doors was iffy at best. It was odd that Pegasus should pick up on his bloodline. In the eon's he'd spent wandering in the world of humans no 'pure' human had ever figured out that he was Fae. A few halflings, or some with less had seen him and known but... how had Pegasus not only known he wasn't human, but that he was Carraig? Most Fae couldn't do that. Not that he'd knowingly interacted with Fae. They tended to be reclusive and standoffish.

Of course that called in to question the interesting tidbit about Atemu... a Dorcha. Wouldn't it be ironic if Atemu turned out to be the fairy he'd vowed never to meet and had left his home to avoid the forced joining with him. Fearth of Dorcha, second son born to his mother, the queen. It had been eons since he'd run, but to the Shidhe, that was a mere moment of time. When next he saw Atemu he would have questions. But for now he would bide. Taking to the trees he allowed a night wind to carry him to safety.

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Honda Hiroto was exhausted mentally and physically, and more than a little sick to his soul. He'd spent more than six hours of the day cloistered with his father and his father's captain. The'd gone over everything, every detail, with him. Asking questions repeatedly, hammering at small details, sometimes deliberately antagonizing him and at other times soothing him as if he were a child. He knew they needed to do it, needed everything they could wrench from the depths of his mind, but it had been exhausting and painful. Then, after only a few moments to gobble down lukewarm, canned soup, they'd sent him to get 'wired' for the upcoming meeting with his 'friends.'

He had barely been able to keep the light broth down when he heard their targets were going to 'meet' them at Ni-Chome. Up until that very moment, despite the evidence he'd seen and everything else he knew, he'd held out hope it was all a big mistake. But when he heard that it was all he could do not to throw up. His distress must have been apparent because one of the other 'recruits' had asked him if he was all right. Of couse he'd replied he was, just that his mom had fed him some weird concoction that mixed heavy German meat and potatoes with complex spices. God help him if his mother heard of that comment because she would go ballistic. His mother was a fantastic cook, mixing her two heritages in ways that were unexpectedly delicious. But she did not take criticisms well.

Despite being sick, Honda did his best to draw out more information. Would they be holding the salvation intervention at the 'sanctuary?' If so how did they get there?

He'd been answered in only the vaguest terms. Nothing concrete for the cops to move forward with. When he'd pressed harder he'd been told to trust them, and if he couldn't have faith and trust then he wasn't welcome at the salvation. He'd back tracked then, apologizing and citing his eagerness to do more - to help as much as possible - as reason for wanting to know more details. They had accepted his reasons and apology, but had watched him with suspicion for the rest of the meeting.

He didn't get home until after midnight. The bright light in the front room told him his brother had waited up for him. Relieved that he wouldn't have to be alone after his hellish day, he took out his keys. On feet dragging with weariness, he trudged through the door. He felt like any more shocks or stress would send his brain into meltdown. He wanted to hear about Jounouchi's 'date' with Kaiba, and he wanted to hear about Otogi. His heart ached at the thought of the devastation and betrayal on the other man's ravaged face. He didn't want to think about anything else until he had to.

He heard the TV on in the next room. Not only left a light on, but waited up for him. Jounouchi was a great brother! He'd tell him so when he wasn't so damned tired and stressed.

What met his eyes had him suddenly doing a double-take. Instead of the tall blond man he was expecting, a cute, curvy little red-head sat curled up on the couch sipping tea. One spaghetti strap on the little semi-sheer baby doll pajama’s was starting to drift down her shoulder to emphasize her abundant curves. Okay his brother wasn't great at anything but getting laid. Honda so did not need to deal with one of Jounouchi's harem.

He must have made some noise because a moment later she was looking at him over her shoulder and smiling with predatory appreciation. “Well, you aren’t Seto but ... you definitely aren’t too bad. I think I could get used to waking up to seeing you every morning.” She stood and slowly stretched, showing off her curves and glided over to get a better look at him.

Honda’s brain came to a screeching halt as all of his thought processes collided into a jumbled mess. “E...every morning? Like...L...Living here? uh ... does Jounouchi know about this? I mean, I know I don’t know ya ... “ Honda’s eyes roved over the scantly clad girl while he tried to keep his scrambled brain from leaking out of his ears. Too much! Just too much. His brother was going to get his ass kicked.

A soft titter escaped the young woman. “You must be Honda Hiroto, Katsuya told me all about you and your family. He just forgot to tell me how ... cute you are. Just like an adorable pup that I can’t resist the urge to pet.”

All Honda could do was stammer out an incoherent “Uhhhh....” as she sauntered closer to give and take a better look. A small “Eeeep” escaped him when she gently caressed his ass. “Yes, very cute indeed. And very touchable as well,” she purred, letting her fingers skim his figure following her continued all-around inspection and only stopping as she reached his zipper before pulling her hand back.

Standing in front of him again she smiled angelically up at the wide-eyed brunet. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, I’m Katsuya's little sister, Jounouchi Shizuka. He's spending the night with his fiance - Kaiba Seto. So,” she paused and looked him appreciatively up and down again, “I’ve been sitting here all alone and totally defenseless just waiting for my new big brother to come and save me from spending a long scary night all alone in a new place.” The smile continued as she took his hand and guided the apparently brain-dead and stricken young man to the sofa where she helped him take a seat before crawling onto his lap. With a soft contented sigh of pleasure she curled up and snuggled up close. “Mmmm perfect. I just know you’ll take really ... good ... care of me.” she murmured, resting her head on his shoulder and nuzzling his neck while one hand suggestively caressed his zipper before she fell asleep.

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Otogi Ryugi curled up on the bed of his childhood and stared out at the starlit night. Deep inside he could feel the ugliness rising, threaten to consume him in the memories of that terrible time. Whimpering, he clutched his pillow to him and dragged his blanket over his head. There would be no sleep for him tonight, as there had been precious little in the nights since the attack.

Biting back a cry of sheer terror he prayed for someone, anyone, to rescue him from the monsters waiting in his memory.

His door opening and the light turning on brought him out of his cocoon with a gasp. His father stood in the door. "D...Dad."

"When are you going to tell me the truth of why you moved in with Kaiba? And when are you going to tell me why you look like you thought I was an ax murderer?" He'd had enough. His son had gone from a popular, laughing, happy, slightly promiscuous young man, to a borderline recluse with no discernible social life. Kaiba Seto didn't count because Otogi had been the one to tell him, long ago, that he loved the Kaiba's like brothers, and he was going to protect them from the stranger who seemed to have them enthralled. Well the stranger was gone, and the situation had changed... Ryugi was the one being protected now.

When his son didn't answer, only curled into a ball of blankets and pillows, he did what any father would. He kicked off his shoes, and for the first time since Ryugi was small, scooped him up - blankets and all. "Fine, don't tell me. But damn it, let me help you." And with the tenderness only a father can show his son, sat on the large couch and held him, rocking him gently, as if he were a baby, whenever tremors shook the small-boned frame.

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Detective Honda Ito dragged through the door as if carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He bit back a gasp as he looked around the room. Platters of cookies, cakes, and other various desserts covered every flat surface. Sounds of rapid chopping told him his wife was busy in the kitchen. And breathing deep he identified the smell of a stew that took hours to cook. He wasn't the only one feeling stress. He just wished he could reassure her. Sometimes having a wife with psychic abilities towards her children could be a real pain in the ass.

"I'm home." He called softly.

"Welcome home. Come try this soup. I think it needs more tomato or beef.. maybe some sardine paste? Tell me." She was holding up a wooden spoon for him to sample when he padded into the room.

"Ah, I think... maybe it needs more beef."

"Yes, yes... good. Now tell me." She demanded again.

He knew that look. She had a feeling that he was hiding something and was determined. "Ah, I just did. Beef. I'm going to shower and get comfortable. Why don't you finish here and join me?" He looked around the room and realized it was a futile hope. Several dishes were in the mid-stages of being prepared. "Are we expecting guests? Or are you going on a trip? This seems..."

"I don't know do I? You won't tell me." Furious eyes glared at him. "You go to bed, heartless man. I'll just continue to cook and worry about my boys." She frowned at him in accusation. "I hope you sleep well knowing I'm down here scared for our children." She stirred the pot furiously as she sniffled as if fighting back tears.

Taking the spoon from her trembling hand, Ito pulled her close. "I promise you, our boys are fine. There is a little trouble that Hiroto is helping us with. Katsuya is not involved at all. Please don't be upset." He nuzzled into her neck, kissing the spot that made her shiver even after two children and almost thirty years of marriage. "If you want to burn off energy I would enjoy some of your special love recipe."

Pink-cheeked and dark grey eyes sparkling, she carefully turned off the oven and all burners, leaving only her crock pots simmering. "My favorite kind of cooking, Ito." Her petite, trim body moving with a siren's song for her husband she led the way to the room they shared since she'd come to this house as a bride at age fifteen.

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A second smaller chapter, just because I felt guilty for snoozing the day away!
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- 9
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