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Gin no Umi o Wataru (To Cross the Silver Sea)	By : Sunsinger Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > General Views: 13171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WARNING Self Abuse is shown. Explosions.

Friday Night

Seto's shoes clicked in a precise rythm. It was exactly 22 steps across the room. Click. Click. Click. In precise beats, Seto paced. Mokuba stared at his big brother and curled up on one of the white hard molded plastic chair. He turned around, staring at the others. Yugi sat on another chair, dress, his legs swinging dispiritedly. Tristan leaned against the wall, his school uniform in disarry, a scowl upon his face. Ryou sat, worried and silent, by Rashid who was stroking Malik's pale blond hair. Malik's eyes were closed as he lay across three chairs, his head pillowed in Rashid's lap. Also in the room was a slim young woman. She watched all the young men as they waited for word of thier friend. She stood up, smoothing her long red silk skirt. Sighing, she walked over to a sliding two part frosted window. Her well manicured clear polished nails tapped the glass.
A young man slid the glass back. Seeing her, he nodded. "I'm sorry but he's still in surgery. Unitl he gets out and the doctor tells me how it went, I can't say anything. However it shoud be over soon. I'll tell the doctor you're waiting for Joey, ok?"
She nodded and moved to sit down again.

* * *
Asheworth smiled as a servant placed a plate of steaming food before him. Lifting his glass he toasted his dinner companions. �To our future alliance gentlemen.�
Duke and Pegasus toasted Asheworth and started to eat. In a few moments laughter could be heard from the room. The three ate heartily. Soon after they finished they headed inside to a large room. The floor was covered with tatami mats. Overhead an oval was cut out of the roof, moonlight drifted down bleaching everything to silver and gray. Underneath the oval was a small table sitting low on the mats. On top was a small white bottle sitting in a small curved bowl. Beside this was a set of thin porcelin cups. Asheworth let the others enter before him and knelt by the table. Carefully he poured a small amount of clear heated liquid into each cup. Reverently handing a cup to each guest, he sipped gently. The rice wine burned its way down his throat.
They sat in silence savoring their rice wine and the night.
Little over an hour later, Duke and Pegasus were snuggling in the back seat when the phone rang.

* * *
Pegasus opened the door and waited for his lover to pass. A frown twisted on his face as Duke strode by. Duke stopped in front of Seto. �Hey, we just fot the message. Have you called Serenity, yet?�
Tristan pushed away from the wall. �I tried but I didn�t get an answer. I hope she�s ok.�
Mokuba looked at him. �She�s fine. Seto put her and her mother someplace safe...�
A dull thump sounded as the door opened and closed behind a man in a light blue surgical scrubs. �Ummm hello, who is here for Joey?�
Seto strode up to the doctor. �How is he?�
�You are...�
�Kaiba... Joey is under my supervision.�
The doctor smiled and looked around. Seeing the young woman in her business suit. He walked over. �Excuse me but are you the adult in charge. A small smile crossed her face.
�I work for Master Kaiba...� She moved her slim leather breifcase between them, she took advantage of his position and had him hold the case as she pulled out a sheaf of close typed pages. �As you will see here, Joey Wheeler has been given into the hands of the same people who are the guardians for Master Kaiba. These people all work for Kaiba Corp, so they work for Master Kaiba. In essence I suggest you apply yourself to answering all of his questions.�
Seto tapped the doctor on the shoulder, his usual disdaining grin gracing his face. �Well?�
The doctor�s smile remained fixed tightly as he turned around. �Your... friend is lucky. He wasn�t shot badly, it was in and out. Instead, the most serious wound happened when he dove for the ground, he hit his head. Now head wounds are tricky and the reason we sent him into surgery is that we need to make sure the pressure from swelling doesn�t grow too great. He�s slipped into a coma which is really the best thing for him. It�s our body�s way of shutting down for maintence. I�ve left orders for him to be taken to a room. In about an hour you can see him for a few minutes.� He nodded and left.
Seto nodded. Finally noticing Duke and Pegasus. �Busy?�
Pegasus smiled, �Actually, we�re dealing with a new company and had a business dinner. In fact I�m sure you know him, since he is in your class... Noa Asheworth?�
�No... I don�t know him.�

* * *
Joey moaned. Opening his eyes he stared up at the silvery moon. Groaning he stood up and looked around. On the wall were several torches. Bundles of pale brown reed bound together with dark brown twigs. They threw dancing shadows on the walls. Joey walked over, his hands skimming over the golden stone of the walls. An eerie suspicion floated in his mind. Turning he raced to the center of the room. The light from the moon shone down onto a mystic pattern inset into the floor. He knew where he was now.
Took you long enough, Joey. A voice said, inside his mind.
Joey turned around to stare at the person who spoke. A young man dressed in a simple linen skirt stood there, his blue green eyes shown under his pale blond brows. Joey nodded. �Hey, Jahi.

* * *
Seto sat in the hard curved orange plastic chair in the waiting room. Beside him was a small bag. Inside were the scales. Those infernal scales, for some reason he had brough them. His hand rested on the bag and through the cloth he could just feel the round ball that was embossed with the millenium eye. He closed his eyes...
And opened them on a blue sky that was appeared to be swept clean. A few trailing lengths of clouds. He pushes himself up and looked at where he had been laying. A soft coverlet of grass stretched almost to the horixon, Seto turned in a circle. Trying to the limits of this... place. Perfectly circular, it was a patch of grass inside a cup of tawny sand. He looked up again at the flawless sky and sighed. A smile tugged at his lips and he sat down, legs slipping easily into a lotus seat. A shadow fell over him. Seto lifted his face. �Hello Seferet.�
�Hello Seto, we should talk. How is Joey?� Seferet sank beside him. Now that he wasn�t standing over Seto, Seto could see what he was wearing. A long skirt of white almost transparent linen with its borders trimmed in designs of gold, purple, and green. A smile graced his darkly dusky skin, his dark eyes saddened.
�Coma. The doc said it was best.�
�Coma?�
�It�s a state where the body has beeen so damaged by trauma that either the mind or the body or both can�t cope. So it shuts down all nonessential processes and tries to fix itself. It�s tricky now... because our medical facilities will emplace machines to do the body�s work. A way of relieving pressures but the body can become dependent on them and forget how to run itself. So it�s a delicate balance.� Seto looked at him.
�Then he may die yet? I am sorry, I do not wish you to suffer what I did for even a moment.� Seferet reached out and laid his hand on Seto�s.
�No... they think the reason he�s in a coma is because of the swelling of the brain. He saved Mokuba. Saw the car and dived, his chest hit Mokuba in the face but he wrapped both hands around Mokuba�s head to protect it from the stone steps. When he hit, he was cueled around Mokuba and his head, the top, hit the corner of the steps. He... saved Mokuba.� Seto trailed off brokenly.
�Here, in this place, my other soul, you can cry and no one will know. This is our place.� Seto bit his lip. Seferet could almost see the armor rebuilding. �SETO... this place exists in your mind, in our souls. In this place there are no lies. I know you love Mokuba. As much as I love Adna. For they are the same person. However this is in Jahi... Joey�s character. He will do such for those he loves. As he loves you.�
The two sat facing each other. Seferet reached out and took Seto�s hand. �Now let�s talk about Nkosi... he�s starting again. He tried this before.�

* * *

Saturday
// �You have to go, Mokuba. I won�t let them win. I won�t have him think we are afraid of him. And you want to go, I know it. I�ll be there, just give me an hour to deal with the hospital but you need to go set up for your presentation�.
�I know but...�
�Joey�ll be fine and so will I, I�ll see you in an hour, ok little brother?�
�Hai.� Mokuba rushed over and hugged his older brother before giving him a brave smile. As he left, however, he felt afraid. He knew they had to show they weren�t afraid but he was.//
Mokuba sighed as the car moved quietly along the road. He hadn�t wanted to leave but Seto was right. He couldn�t show this Nkosi that he was afraid. He would treat this as if Nkosi was nothing! Hopefully, it wouldn�t prompt him to do something even more evil. He stared out at the people walking along the street. Any of them could be Nkosi... And Joey and Nii-sama couldn�t know.
Tears formed in his eyes as the car slowed at the stop light. Just across the intersection the school sat, squat, a dark brown box against a bright sky. Mokuba hated leaving his brother, he couldn�t stand it. Making up his mind, he waiting until right before the light was to turn and opened the door. Running out, he headed to the bus stop he had seen.
The driver saw a flash of dark hair leaping from the back seat, frantically he stepped on the brakes. The car spun, its tail swinging wide. The driver jumped out of the car, leaving it idling. He ran to catch Mokuba as the ground started to tremble. A flash of terror ran across his face as he gave forth a huge burst of speed and tackled Mokuba, covering him as flames rolled out from the parking lot of the school. Mokuba struggled to see what was happening, finally he stood and stared... pieces of pavement were everywhere. Their car was crushed. The school was burning. Mokuba stared shocked. The driver wrapped his arm aroung Mokuba�s waist and held him for a moment. Then he pulled out his cell and called his boss.
�Master Kaiba... there�s a problem. Mokuba�s school...�

* * *
Seto nodded as the driver told him what happened. //Seferet... he tried to kill my brother again!//
//Ahhh, we need to bring everyone together and figure this out.//
//I�ll have them come to the house. He�s gone way too far.//

* * *
He lifted the fragile translucent porcelin cup up to his lips and sipped on a fragrant mixture of his own devising. Noa savored the strong sake mixed with the subtle green tea. A red glow shone on his face. He raised his slim hand and pointed a high tech remote at the screen inset on the wall. Nodding, he watched as a camera caught the dark car heading towards the squat ugly school building. A glint of a gun barrel threw of shatters of light. The gunner carefully aimed about six inches over Mokuba�s head and started firing. Joey stood stunned for a moment on the screen before he leapt towards Mokuba and curled over him, protecting him. A final burst spat out as the car drove away.
Noa leaned back, a smile twisting across his face. A low chuckle floated throughout the room as he skipped to the next scene. A more recent one. A large black car came into focus. It purred as it drove down the street. It stopped perfectly on the line as it waited for the light to turn to green. A young boy with wild jet hair jumped out the back seat. The car started off and then screeched to a halt. The end fishtailing around. The driver dressed in a dark suit jumped out, leaving the car idling in the middle of the intersection as he scrambled to chase after the young man. Behind them a plume of red and yellow flame shot up to be followed by a mushroom cloud of smoke. The driver tackled the young man and covered him as a rain of small pieces of asphalt rained down. The back of the driver�s suit smoldered and smoked, yet he didn�t move at all. After the debris stopped, he stood up and helped the young man stand. One arm wrapped around the young one�s waist for a quick hug and the driver pulled out a cell phone.

* * *
�Mr. Kaiba?� A flunky in Kaiba Corp royal navy blue walked up to him.
Seto looked up from where he sat holding his little brother, �Hai?�
�Are you finished with the file on Asheworth, sir?� The flunky asked softly.
�File? What file?� Seto stroked Mokuba�s soft hair. It fell like a dark waterfall over his thigh where Mokuba had his head. Seto stared at his sleeping brother before looking up at the flunky. �Well?�
�Yes, sir. Last week I delivered to Master Mokuba, a file on your new classmate. Noa Asheworth. It was immediately preceeding your meeting with your other classmates. I do have a copy with me in case yours went... astray� He offered a slim powder blue folder.
Seto stared at it, the color signifying that not only was this Asheworth a classmate but a competitor. Seto nodded and waved the flunky away. Seto opened it, moving slowly so as to not wake up Mokuba. He leaned back and read.
-- Appeared on the scene at the age of eight, after a long childhood illness.
-- Parents deceased.
-- Born in Japan but raised in England.
-- 16 years old.
-- Avid gamer. English Duel Monsters Champ.
-- Known to speaks eight languages.
Seto flipped through the various articles collected on him, including the one announcing a partnership between North Ocean Avionics and Industrial Illusions. Nodding he finished the file, and turned the last page to see what his opponent looked like. A handsome young man with a pointy chin and wide aqua eyes stared out. A smile was twisted on his face and his aquamarine tinted hair fell in his face. Inside Seto, Seferet awoke and stared at the picture.
//NKOSI!//

* * *
Seto stared out the window. The velvet sky was sprinkled with stars. Seto didn�t know what had happened to the small mallet Gozabarou had given him... that was worth another 15 minutes on top of the punishment for his neglect. If... if he had just read the file when it came in, he could have protected Mokuba. Joey wouldn�t be trapped in a coma. He ran his thumb over the carved lines in the small hammer he had picked up from the kitchen. They described a crab.
It�s all my fault. I�m a terrible brother, a worse friend. Seto stared outside. He raised his right hand and rolled up the sleeve of his shirt. Once the pale flesh of his forearm was reveal he stared at a point right in the middle and hit lowered the hammer. In the background he could hear Gozabarou saying �Harder. Faster. You failed, you miserable child. You�re worthless! FASTER!�
The hammer blurred in the darkened room. Faster and faster.

* * *
Mokuba opened blearly eyes and stretched. �Nii-sama?�
He rolled off the couch and headed to Seto�s office. Scritching his cheek, he poked his head into the office. Seto stood, looking out over the grounds with his back to the door. Mokuba smiled and moved quietly over towards Seto. As he came closer he could see a flash of silver.
//No... please not again. Oh Nii-sama, I hate him for doing this to you, I hate him.!//
Mokuba teared up as he remembered a time, a few years ago when Gozabarou made Seto do this so long and so hard that Seto actually broke his own arm. Seto told Mokuba nothing was wrong but Mokuba knew. He knew what Gozabarou was doing was wrong but who�d believe a child. He bit his lip as he thought how many time over the years, he would slip the mallet, that godsforskaen mallet that... that bastard made Seto use out of his brother�s hand. Mokuba walked up and wrapped one arm around Seto�s waist, he stared up into Seto�s blank eyes. His other hand reached up and closed around the head of the hammer, slipping it from Seto�s grasp. �Nii-sama, will you sleep with me tonight. I�m...�
Seto shook all over and looked down into the blue gray eyes, �Of course, Mokuba. Give me five minutes?�
�Hai Nii-sama!!� Mokuba hugged Seto quickly and ran off to his room. The mallet was in his pocket, the head banging against his thigh.

* * *
Jahi pushed off from the wall and slinked over to Joey. //So tell me, are you going to cry, Joseph? Are you gonna tell me about how hard it is to get back! You�re pathethic. Seto deserves a true man. He deserves... somoene like me. Someone who would... treat him right. Someone who does tease. Someone who will fight beside him. And that�s definitely not you... coward.//
Joey stared at him. �Just shut �yer mouth! Seto doesn�t want you. Even your boyfriend told you to get out! You... you...�
//He�s not my boyfriend, he was my husband... as in MARRIED. Something you�ll never have with Seto because yo�re too afriad to tell him You never fight for what you want you just expect others to give it to you! Tell do you ever win any shadow games on your own?//
�Yeah I do... what about you?� Joey smirked.
//Then I challenge you... to shadow game. A shadow game for the custody of your body.// The room darkened and lightened.
Joey looked around, the room had changed. It was huge with a vaulted ceiling. The moon still shone down onto a huge stone field. It looked much like the playing field that were used in modern tournaments except that they were stone. There were two rows of seven boxes. Starting at the top, first came a box which was rimmed in lapis lazuli, next the five boxes trimmed in bronze, and last a box trimmed in silver. Below that were another seven boxes, lined up with the ones above. The first trimmed in purple stained granite, the next five were trimed in gold, and the last in yellow stone.
//As you can see, it�s not that dissimilar from the game you know... stand in the circle of moonstone over there and I�ll stand in mine. Set your cards like usual and we�ll play.//
�And if you lose?� Joey stood waiting.
//Then I help you get Seto right where you want him.//
�Let�s duel then!� Joey walked to the shimmering circle. A flash of light and a deck of cards appared beside Joey. Taking a breath he drew.

* * *
Duke wrapped his arms around his lover, a stiff formal cream colored invitation in his hand. Duke ran it over the smooth chest, around a nipple, then down the midline. �So are we going?�
�We have to... besides it would be interesting to see what Kaiby-boy is up to...� Pegasus looked at the silver engraved invitation. It had been delivered today... but what was interesting is what it says.
�Actually I�m more interested in how it says it, and I rather do what it says.� Duke rolled over and moved up to kiss his lover
The invitation fell to the floor.

The Kaiba Corporation cordially invites
Mr. Duke R. Devlin and Mr. Pegasus J. Crawford
To the premiere of
Legendary Heroes
A video game based on the game
Magic an dWizards
Press conference
And
Queition and Answer Session to Follow
Sunday March 25^th
2:30 p.m.

* * *
Iwata stared at his angel. The blonde hair had darkened since it had been a week since it had kissed by the sun�s light. Gently he knelt by the bedside of his angel and leaned over. He brushed his lips over the angel�s cheek, down it�s neck, back up it�s neck and placed one kiss right over where it�s lips would have been, if it had not been gagged.
�I�m so sorry to do this to you Angel, but I can�t let you tell about us. They�d take you from me. And I can�t let that happen. I�m going to talk to Kaiba... he�ll let me keep you. Yes... he will... he has to...�
Mr. Micheal Wheeler stared at the young Asian man next to him. And he shuddered with the thought of being left in his hands. He also knew for the first time who to hate... Kaiba.

* * *
Ryou curled up, hugging his pillow. He could hear Bakura in the next room, preparing to come to bed. No matter what happened today, he could not cry in front of Bakura. Ryou didn�t want to give him one reason to call him weak or pathetic. Biting his lip, he stopped his sobs, though the tears still ran down his cheeks. A slight dip in the mattress meant that he wasn�t alone anymore. Ryou stayed still. A cool hand wrapped itself around his shoulder and he was rolled over. Ryou could feel the cool flesh of his Yami beneath his tear soaked cheeks. A familiar hand stroked his hair, instead of hitting him.
�Shhh... sleep now.�
The calm movement lulled Ryou to sleep easily. Bakura stared up at the ceiling until the deep breathing of his hikari became regular.
Sunday
2:57 p.m.
Seto nodded as his beta gamers finished anothre level of �Legendary Heroes�. Nodding at Mokuba, he stood and walked to the podium.
�As you can see, it�s a fully realistic virtual world, a great step into the future of video gaming. Yet this is not just for games, its uses in therapy, education, training are limitless. To this end, I have donated 10 of these pods to Domino University and to the Austistic Learning Center. Now we have a few minutes scheduled for questions then,� Seto smiled fixedly, �it�s time to eat. Yes. Aiki.�
A young woman stood up and nodded genially to Kaiba. �Mr. Kaiba, how do you expect this to be used in therapy?�
Seto nodded. �Well these pods have a �blank� setting. During this, a world may be created from the imagination, the psyche of the person in the pod. This could then be seen by therapist and hopefully we can integrate the person back into this world. Ichiro.�
This time an middle-aged man stood. �Mr. Kaiba, in the past two days, a friend and classmate of yours was injured protecting your brother and your brother�s school was blown up. Is this connected to any of your new projects or developments?�
�No... There has been no new information on why this happening. It could possibly be simply because Mokuba is heir to the Kaiba Corporation. As for Wheeler, he is receiving the best care possible. As for those who were injured in the attack on my brother, I feel a debt is owed. One that can not be repaid. However I have agreed to accept the bills for their hospitalization and recovery. For those who died, I am taking on the bills and arragements of their funerals. This does not in any way lessen the debt this person has incurred. Their dishonorable ways have caused the deaths of innocents. If they have a problem with the corporation, then they should deal with me and me alone. Yuki.�
A spindly too tall old man stood up. �Yes, Mr. Kaiba, This game is based on Magic and Wizards, yet it seems rather... advanced for the age group targeted.�
�Those my age are not by any means dumb. They are merely understimulated. This game will teach problem-solving, synthesis, and non-traditional thinking. It has fuzzy logic that will allow it to tailor the game to the people playing it. Which means... strategy guides and so forth are useless with this game. Over 450 land maps, 5000 problems, and games can last for as little as 2 problems or many as a hundred. There are no fixed solutions. It will always be a new game.�
An excited murmur ran through the crowd of reporters and invited guests. Seto watched approvingly and searched for another reporter to call on. �Aizawa.�
�Thank you. Mr. Kaiba what is your response to the claims made by persons unknown that you are the true blood child of Gozabarou Kaiba? And that Noa Asheworth is your brother?�
Seto stared at him. Behind him Mokuba looked up at his brother. The entire hall was still. What?! How dare he say... that fiend is related to me! This has to be Nkosi�s work!
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Gin no Umi o Wataru (To Cross the Silver Sea)