Tatsu no Otoshigo

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Nocturnals: Part II
 
 
Xanadu, the local trance club, the fallout shelter for homosexual teens had
become Yami's weekly ritual. Anything to ease his mind of recent events. Yugi
had finally confessed his crush on Anzu and the two had been dating for three
months now. Unfortunately his aibou was unaware of his friend's hidden
motive-she wanted to get with him as well.
 
At first, Yami politely declined and deflected her advances, and had even
pretended to not be bothered by her confession that her and Yugi's relationship
had progressed to a sexual level. He was insulted and hurt that his little light
would keep something so important from him, and eventually re-directed his ire
in the brunette's direction, meaning he now out-and-out snubbed her, which
pissed her off to no end.
 
She still pursued him though, not really caring about his opinion, or obvious
distaste.
 
Yami scrubbed a hand over his face in annoyance. I came here to relax,
right? He thought to himself. His aibou had no idea he was here, and neither
did Sugoroku (who was well aware of his existance and accepted it well enough).
Jii-san had given Yami a curfew, which was too early for the spirit's liking. He
wasn't a child, even though he was technically seventeen. He was old enough to
rule a country, (which had control over most of the world at that time), have a
lover, several wives and children, wield powerful shadow magic, perform public
executions, and yet be still young enough to have his strings attached to home,
which led to him having to be at said home at midnight. Killing was illegal,
civil unrest would result of him sending people to the shadow realm or
destroying particularly annoying things in his way, and having a concubine on
the side of having a wife or twenty AND hundreds of children (like he was
supposed to) was, in this world, completely and uttertly morally wrong. The
irony was unbearable to him.
 
Naturally, he began to crave freedom. He never really had it before, since he
performed his duties out of necessity and tradition, which depressed him even
more. He had always been a slave to society, to SOMETHING other than his own
beliefs. He had gone through the motions in his previous life believing that he
was a god on earth, and his associates told him so. All but one.
 
His high priest.
 
He hated that bastard.
 
At least that's how it was at first. Seth went out of his way to antagonize
the holy hell out of him, and got a cheap chuckle out of it as well. The problem
was, Yami found he actually enjoyed the priest's company, and Seth got less and
less irritating as time wore on. Yami was sixteen then.
 
By the next season, Seth had somehow transformed from being a perpetual thorn
in his side to a passionate lover and considerate companion whom Yami would
throw a fit if he wasn't nearby at all times, and that was not something his
court really wanted to see. Seth usually stabbed someone or would sit in the
corner with his scrolls and study, but would really be seething and/or pouting.
So the two of them were left to themselves and the other priests were satisfied
since Yami had already produced an heir. Several of them. So all was well.
 
Later, something had happned between to two of them that Yami couldn't
remember, which led to their parting ways, and Seth's attempted seige on the
throne. It also led to his lover's death somehow, though Yami could not remember
if he killed himself or otherwise, and it had been particularly heart-wrenching
to think that he, as pharaoh, would have had the duty of beheading him.
 
With that in mind, Yami resolved to get as drunk as Malik and Jounouchi
wanted him to, and have an all purpose stupidly fun time. Seth was dead, and
there was nothing he could do. He had hoped Seto Kaiba would regain his memories
as the High Priest, and come back to him, but he realized that such a thing was
merely a romantic dream, brought on by his confusion and loneliness.
 
"Yami?" Malik asked, draping himself over the former pharaoh's shoulders and
pushing a glass of brown liquid under his nose. "What's wrong baby? You're just
standin' here like a statue. C'mon and dance with me."
 
Malik was drunk already. How long had he been standing there feeling sorry
for himself?
 
Yami took the glass from Malik and smiled at the intoxicated teen. Since his
other personality had been destroyed he was one of the Yugi-tachi, and got along
well enough with most of them, except for Anzu and Honda. Mai thought he was the
hottest thing on two legs, and the egyptian boy relished the attention, and kept
up the false pretense the he and his usual fuck-buddy Jounouchi, were straight.
It worked way too well, since even Bakura was unaware, who would blow several
different fuses if he found out what his best friend (yes, you heard me) was
doing, and it was apparent that the two of them had not-so-innocently shared a
bed on more than one occasion. Malik wearing Bakura's trademark baby-blue silk
shirt to the mall one day was one of the more obvious hints, as well as the
bites on his neck.
 
Jounouchi came over from the crowd and peeled the boy off Yami's body. Malik
immediately latched onto him and he ruffled his hair gently. "Yami, don't jus'
stand there. Dance or something-we're supposed to be havin' a good time here!"
He exclaimed, giving Yami a squeeze around the waist.
 
Yami sipped his drink, wincing as it burned his mouth and throat. Why this
place didn't get shut down for selling to minors he'd never know. "I will
eventually. I don't feel like doing anything just yet."
 
Malik giggled. "I know what's wrong with you-you need to get laid....bad.
I'll be more than happy to fix that problem..." He gave Yami a suggestive smile
and winked. Yami rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance, and went to go sit in
a booth on the side of the dance floor.
 
"Mal, you are such a whore..." Jounouchi said, tugging on his friend's hair.
"Do ya plan to screw everyone we know before graduation?"
 
Malik shrugged. "Not really, jus' the sexy people we know. Which is
everyone." He wrappped his arms aroung Jou's neck and buried his face into his
collarbone. "You feel left out? Aww, poor puppy..."
 
"Call me that again and see if you get any tonight."
 
Malik snorted, releasing him and stumbling off. "You're no fun!" He called
back, expecting Jounouchi to follow him, which he did, moreso to keep people
from taking advantage of him in his stupor (and vice-versa).
 
 
 
Yami had managed to make it through the full glass and decided to just sit
back and enjoy the music instead of dancing. He looked around at the other
booths and recognized quite a few people he knew. Haga and Ryuzaki were in a
corner area, speaking in low, conspriratorial tones. Kaijiki, who had on real
clothes for once, (Mako) sat nearby talking to Roba, who semmed to be only half
listening. They weren't doing anything very interesting so Yami turned his
attention back to his table, wondering if the others had gone home. It didn't
matter; he found the blasting music and heavy bass soothing, almost hypnotic, so
he was content to stay until it closed.
 
*Aa Perti...*
 
Yami blinked confusedly and shook his head. There was no way he could have
heard that. He continued to sit in his depressed little daze.
 
*Pharaoh.......*
 
This time he sat up. Yami scowled, checking every direction to find nothing.
Who was playing with his head?
 
*Nahkti......*
 
He paled. No one knew his real name that could be messing around with him
like this; with the exception of Bakura, who was not here. He felt a strange
sensation in the back of his mind and focused on it, concentrating on bringing
it forward.
 
//Who are you?//He asked the voice through the link, not expecting to get an
answer.
 
*You know....*
 
//No, I do not. Identify yourself.//
 
*There is no need. Leave the building through the back door, now. You would
not want anything to befall those hapless companions of yours, now would
you?*
 
//Stay away from them!//
 
*Then be a good boy, and do as you are told.*
 
 
Yami shoved his way through the crowds (getting groped a few too many times
to his liking) and quickly made his way to the unguarded back exit, which was
locked, as per usual. He glanced over his shoulder before drawing upon a small
measure of his powers to bend and shift the innards of the lock until it allowed
the door to open. The former pharaoh stepped out into the chilly night air,
shivering, and looking every direction for the owner of the telepathic voice.

 
*What is the matter, Pharaoh? You cannot find me?*
 
//Don't play games with me. Where are you?! How dare you address me by my
birth name!*
 
*You always were such an arrogant little shit...* The voice mumbled, as if
recalling a precise instance like this. *I will call you what I want to call
you, Nahkti. Walk to the end of the alleyway you are currently standing in. And
no, I am not above you in a window. I am not even in the vicinity.*
 
Yami gasped, pailing slightly. [How could he have known what I was thinking?]
He thought, taking care to shield his mind from the stranger. He did as told,
and walked down the alley, stepped out onto the sidewalk, and looked around yet
again.
 
He saw no one and sensed no one.
 
The spirit growled, curiosity and apprehension eating his patience alive.
 
*You will only find me by going where I you you to go. Stop trying to use
your eyes.*
 
//I will only follow your instructions on one condition.//
 
*What would that be?*
 
//You must agree not to harm Malik, Jounouchi, or any of my friends and you
WILL NOT go anywhere or be anywhere near my hikari.//
 
*You were always lthisthis...you always assumed the worst in a strange
situation. I have little intention of harming those oddities you seem so
attached to, and I know how precious hikaris are, having one of my own, so Yu-gi
will remain as is.*
 
Yami blinked. //What do you mean?//
 
*You ask too many questions. Walk to your right, and do not stop until I say
so*
 
 
 
Seth disconnected his mind-link with Yami and laughed uproarously, causing a
few people milling about to stop and stare at him. He glared at them and walked
out of the market he had ducked into a little while ago (to escape the cold,
more than anything). He had located his lover in a noisy establishment where
flamboyantly dressed young men seemed to congregate. He had ignored their
advances long enough to duck into a small crack between that building and
another. He closed his eyes and relaxed, projecting his mind's eye into the
building using the small hint of supernatural energy he had picked up on. And
his efforts proved worthwhile.
 
The priest thought about rushing in and dragging his lover off to home, but
that wouldn't have been as much fun. Instead, he decided to play a little game
with his catch, by making him walk in all directions, before finally revealing
himself and taking his lover right then and there, regardless of where they
happened to be. He was thinking he would introduce himself to Seto in the
morning when the boy was in a semi-lucid state, and seduce him as well before he
left his semi-lucid state. When all was said and done, Seth would have a small
harem-at least that's how he pictured it in his mind. The mortals were so nice
looking in this time.
 
Had he been himself, he would have never even considered such a thing, but
since he was more than a little stir-crazy from being confined for 3000 years,
(and he was strongly resisting the homicidal urges that going without sex for so
long produced) he was more than a little giddy and elated to find his old
partner and have an equally beautiful young thing practically gift wrapped for
him at home, asleep, unaware of his existence for the moment. So, he allowed
himself some liberties in the sanity department, and figured his mind would
recollect itself in the morning after he had been deliciously fucked and rested
for a few hours. And no one ever said he was sane in the first place.
 
He made his way up the street, spotting his elegant little love in the
distance and picking up his pace, careful to keep his steps silent and his
energy concealed. He twirled the sennen rod around in his hand-keeping it
exposed in case he had to perform any other executions before he reached his
destination.
 
 
 
*I am very close to you now, my pharaoh* Seth purred, feeling his body
reacting to being in close proximity of his lover. *I cannot wait to see you
again. It has been so long since I held you in my arms...so long since I tasted
your sweet essence...*
 
Yami froze, mouth agape. //Wh...what the...//
 
Seth chuckled and darted across the street so he was walking behind Yami. All
the better for an ambush. *My body longs for your embrace, my lips ache in
memory of your kiss...*
 
The pharaoh felt his body grow warm, in spite of the icy breeze that cut
through the air. He blushed, trying to shed mental images of him and...another.
//Don't toy with me, whoever you are.//
 
*I used to, all the time. You begged me every time, in the end, to finish you
off. I loved to make you scream in ecstacy when I finally let you have your
release. Aa Perti, you must remember the many nights we spent in your chamber
together...how we passed the rainy season...*
 
Yami groaned, the stranger's words doing unmentionable things to his body. He
gasped as a flash of his memory appeared before him, in his mind.
 
A tall figure approached his bed, clothed only in a black satin tunic which
clung to it's owner's body like a second skin. He sighed, shrugging the top half
of his garment from his shoulders to hang limp about his slim waist. His pale,
northern skin, skin he had inherited from his father, glowed eerily in the
dimming torchlight. His hair, the color of cocoa but with sun-bleached streaks
hung over his face, obscuring his cobalt eyes from view. Yami felt himself reach
forward...forward until he was touching the brunette's firm chest-still lightly
muscled and boyish despite his age of 20.
 
"Seth, my fierce northern dragon, what is the matter?"
 
"Nothing , my beautiful son of the desert. It seems I have forgotten how to
sleep alone. I would keep you company in your chambers tonight, as always."
 
"Nahkti...?"
 
"Yes, love?"
 
"How long can we continue like this?" Seth rose to a sitting position and
smoothed his hair. "It feels so right, and yet wrong at the same time."
 
Yami's eyes widened. "You...you do not wish for us to continue...?"
 
Seth turned and looked down at the diminuative pharaoh, still flushed from
their earlier bout of lovemaking. He smiled. "No, I wish we had more time." He
whispered. "A lifetime does not seem long enough anymore."
 
 
 
"You are very ill, Seth...shall I send for a healer?"
 
"No need for that." Seth's muscles screamed in protest as he tried to sit up.
"You must listen to me, my pharaoh, a time of chaos is approaching us..."
 
Yami shook his head and pushed against his lover's chest with his fingertips.
"Lie back down Seth. Ypu should not be moving. Now, what are you talking
about?"
 
"Last night...I had a vision." Seth gasped, clutching his head in pain.
"Khemet...will be engulfed in flames and disorder soon...I...will not bee toe to
protect the kingdom with you."
 
"What do you mean by that?" The pharaoh asked, laying his slender hands on
his priest's shaking shoulders. "What will happen in Khemet in the future; what
will happen to you?"
 
Seth shuddered, reaching up tp grasp Yami's hands for dear life. "I will
die...fighting...but not on your side...I will be with...chaos..."
 
"Nonsense. I know you would never betray me, Seth." Yami said, looking
intensely into his lover's glassy blue eyes. "You have proven your loyalty to me
time and time again."
 
"I know that...but...I will not be in control when...I die...I will be
already dead on the inside..."
 
Yami gulped, pressing his hand against the priest's forehead. "You feel
hotter. Try and relax, my love." He turnd to a guard standing at the door. "You!
Get the palace doctors immediately!"
 
"No healer can save me..." Seth murmred, deliriously. "Nothing can save
us..."
 
"Calm down, Seth. What you had last night was a fever dream, nothing more.
You need to try and rest now." Yami felt his apprehension growing. Seth had a
reputation built on his amazingly accurate premonitions.
 
"Nahkti, I love you." Seth whispered, pulling the pharaoh close to him. "It
was just a dream...but don't let me die..."
 
"Seth, you'll be fine, love." Yami said, trying to force his fear down.
"Everything will be fine."
 
 
 
Yami cried out in anguish as the memories flooded his mind, a myriad of
blinding colors dancing behind his closed eyelids. He gapsed, startled as he
felt a pair of long arms encircle his body from behind and lift him into the
air. His mind registered no more after that.
 
 
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