Return to the Light

Chapter 13- A New Life

Ryou smiled, fixing the curtains, and turned to look at Bakura, making the bed. Seto walked in.

“You like it?”

“It’s wonderful, Seto.” Ryou said, smiling, and hugged the CEO. “It’s perfect.”

“I know it’s small, but—“

“It’s perfect.” Ryou repeated. “Just like it was last week, when we moved in.” The three left the duplex, and went next-door to check on Malik and Marik.

“How are you two…. Oh.” Seto said. Marik was straddling Malik on the kitchen table.

“We’re fine.” Marik said, and Malik happily waved.

“What time is it?” Malik asked, calmly.

“Noon.” Bakura snickered.

“Shit! I’m gonna be late to work!” Malik gasped, hurling Marik to the floor. “I promised Yami I’d help fix the shelves!” They watched Malik run from the room. Marik sighed, and stood.

“You found a job yet?” Seto asked Marik, who shook his head. “Well, My offer still stands.” Marik sighed.

“Oh, fine, you win.” Marik said. Seto smiled.

“In that case, you start tomorrow, Mr. Security Guard.” Marik smiled, and shook Seto’s hand.

“That reminds me!” Bakura said, snapping his fingers. “I’ve just about finished that new poster for you.”

“Oh?” Seto said. “Let’s see it!” they returned to Ryou and Bakura’s place. In the corner of the living room, a tarp covered the floor, and Bakura had a small studio set up. A poster of a Blue Eyes White Dragon facing a Red Eyes Black Dragon was on the easel, below words reading “KAIBALAND: Dueling For Real” Seto looked over it, critically.

“Hmmmm…… It’s good….” He mused. “Can you make the attacks clash in the middle?” He said, gesturing to the energy balls coming from the dragon’s’ mouths. Bakura nodded, and put a mask over his mouth and nose, and started up the air compressor for the airbrush. He poured some paint into the little bowl, and sprayed his hand until the color appeared. He lifted the needle to the poster, and began to extend the Blue Eyes’ attack to meet the Red Eyes. Ryou and Seto watched Bakura work.

“He’s really good….” Seto muttered to Ryou. Ryou smiled.

“He is. He found his calling.”

“what about you?”

“I’m working on my novel.”

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm. A male prostitute’s fight to get his life back in control.” Ryou smiled slightly at Seto, who gave Ryou a gentle hug. “Did I tell you the news?” Seto blinked.

“No….” He said, and Ryou smiled.

“I got my STD test results back.”

“And?”

“Negative. I’m clean.” Ryou said. Seto grinned.

“Ryou, that’s wonderful!” he cried, hugging Ryou tightly.

“I can’t thank you enough, Seto. None of us can. By the way, I think I left something at your house. Can we go get it?” Seto blinked.

“Uh, sure. Now?”

“Yeah.”

“Done!” They looked up as Bakura turned off the air pump.

“Perfect, Bakura.” Seto said. “I want to take it with me, and get it published for advertising.”

“All right.” Bakura said. He rolled up the poster, and slid it into a cardboard tube. “What’s my next assignment?” Ryou giggled.

“Workaholic….” He teased. Seto smirked.

“I’m going to want posters of all the duel monsters out there.”

“All right.” Bakura said, calmly, while Ryou gawked at Seto. “I like a good challenge.”

“Start with the Change of Heart.” Seto said, smiling.

“All ready done.” Bakura chuckled, and Ryou giggled.

“That’s not what he meant, Bakura.”

“Can I see?” Seto asked.

“Above the Mantle.” Bakura said. Seto turned, and blinked, then grinned.

“Cute.” He said. the Change of Heart airbrush painting was a self portrait. Bakura was on the dark side, and Ryou on the light side.

“I’ll do your Change of Heart,” Bakura chuckled.

“Let’s go!” Ryou whined. They laughed, and got into Seto’s limo. When they got to Seto’s house, Mokuba came running out.

“Seto! Quick! Get in here!” the boy cried. Seto ran up to him.

“What is it?!” He demanded. He and the two albinos followed Mokuba to the living room. Seto ran in.

“SURPRISE!” Seto stared, as everyone shouted. “WELCOME HOME!!!!” Seto blinked, as all his friends surrounded him, hugging him, and thanking him for what he had done. He swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Hey, Kaiba, let’s duel!” Yami challenged, as Joey and Tristan argued over something stupid and trivial. Malik and Marik were chuckling evilly about something, while Ryou rested in Bakura’s lap, talking to Mokuba and Yugi. Seto smiled, and allowed a single tear to fall. Yes. He was finally home….

*E*N*D*

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There. Done. I'm thinking of doing a sequel four or five years in the future... if ya wanna see a sequel, let me know in a review for this one!!!!