For Me

Well here it is another week. I find it kinda funny that I asked my friend if I could take her hairstyle and modify it a little to fit my tastes, and now everywhere I go someone has this hairstyle! I’ve seen it in red and blonde, black and blonde and red and black. Huh? (scratches head, looking puzzled) I didn’t think it was that popular, after all my friend told me that the lady who did that to her hair made a mistake in the back, that’s why it was spiked (she cut it too short). I just left the sides long and dyed blonde streaks in them, leaving the back black. Oh well, I guess we started a fad here in BFE. Who knew?

Anyways, once again thank you to Lightanddarkness for beta reading. And thank you to those of you who’ve reviewed. I really appreciate it. Here’s this week’s chapter.

“Blah” - talking
‘blah’ - thinking
dreams


The next morning, Seto sat in an uncomfortable chair, slightly sore and tired. In front of him was a cheap looking desk with a slightly rumpled, chubby man with very little grey hair on his head, sitting in a chair behind it. The nameplate on the side of the desk read: James O’Meara, Principal.


The man looked up from the paperwork in front of him. “Well, Mr. uh, Kaiba, did you say? Our facility is desperately in need of staff at the moment. The state is sending orphans and some delinquents from even more cities than last year. You and your colleagues are just what we are looking for. Just out of college, huh? Student teachers? So long as your references check out, the jobs belong to you.”

Seto waved a hand at him, reciting a spell in his mind.

“Well, I’m glad you all check out okay. You do understand that the pay isn’t much. We do provide room and board though.” Mr. O’Meara said.

“Yes, I do” Seto replied.

“Oh and ah, due to cramped space, one of you four may end up housed with a student. I know that the state doesn’t especially care for that but we do what we must. You will be hall monitors for the weekends and after school hours. It all depends on the amount of space here. We just acquired the building this past year.” O’Meara told him.

“Everything will be fine. I shall leave you now. We’ll be back later this week with one more student and discuss the accommodations then.” Seto rose stiffly from the chair.

“Yes, yes, everything will be fine. Thank you for coming.” Mr. O’Meara mimicked Seto’s words.

Seto walked out the door to find Marik leaning against it.

“Well?” Marik asked.

“Everything went according to plan. The idiot actually thinks that he checked our references while I was there.” Seto smirked.

Back in the small office, O’Meara blinked heavily and decided he needed to go to bed earlier. Maybe then he wouldn’t be so out of it during the middle of the day. That was terribly rude to call the young men’s references with one of them sitting in the room. They would make fine, cheap additions to his overworked, underpaid staff. And being fresh out of college, they would get all of the jobs the others didn’t want.

Marik and Seto walked out of the old brick hotel-turned-boarding school. They still had much to do to cover their tracks.

“Finally, we’re finished here. Let’s go home, collect our things and the others. We’ll be early coming back, but I don’t care. O’Meara can deal with it. We need to get Atemu out of there.” Seto said.

“I agree, and I have my own reasons for being here. The sooner we get this done, the less stressed we will all be.” Marik replied.

Seto opened a portal and stepped through. Marik followed. As soon as they were back in Aemora, they pulled their wings from the in-between and flew off toward the palace. Their black wings glistening in the sun.

When they reached the palace entrance, they landed and hid their wings as they walked inside. They walked past some minor officials arguing over something, without acknowledging them. They only stopped to acknowledge Saimun, the high priest and royal advisor.

“Siamun, how is he?” Marik asked.

“Not well, he won’t come out of his chambers. Not even to eat. I’ve sent food up there yesterday and today. I don’t even know if he eats it, or if the bottomless pit named Jou does. Oh, and Bakura and Jou won’t come out of Atemu’s chambers either. Something’s happened. What? Please Seto, tell me what’s going on.” Siamun was ringing his hands as he looked up at Seto.

“Nothing we can’t handle ourselves, Siamun. We have to go now.” Seto said before walking away, leaving the old man to his worries.

A short time later Marik looked at Seto, “you do realize that he’ll know exactly who to blame for Atemu’s disappearance, right?”

“But he’ll also know that if Atemu is with us that he is protected. This is why I even said anything to him in the first place. You need to head to the healing ward. Make sure to bring enough of Atemu’s supplies to last us for at least six months. I know how to make the serum, but it will take a couple of months to do it, and I don’t want to run out. Atemu’s gonna hate one of us for this. I’ll be the one to take the heat, I’ve known him longest.” Seto said as he stopped where they would part.

“We’ll gather everything we need and meet back in the prince’s chambers.” Marik responded. Then they took off in separate directions.


“Where are they? It’s been two days. I’m not waiting for much longer!” Atemu paced the floor for what seemed like the thousandth time that day.

“Chill, your highness. Their covering our asses, so we don’t get busted before we even leave. Besides, if you don’t calm down, you know what one of us is gonna have to do to you. And we all know how much you hate that. So breathe!” Jou walked up to Atemu and made to feel his forehead.

Atemu jerked away from Jou’s hand and paced back the other direction.

“Kiss my ass, Jou” was the only comment he could make.

Bakura just watched the exchange from his spot on Atemu’s bed, smirking. He knew that between him and Jou, they could wrestle the prince to the ground and do what they had to. It wasn’t that Atemu was weak, far from it actually, just that they knew all of his ticklish spots. And Bakura would play dirty if he had to. He had just made to get off of the lavish bed, when Seto walked through the door.

“Thank the Gods! Let’s get out of here!” Prince Atemu started walking towards Seto.

Seto glanced at Jou. Jou, then, nodded towards Atemu. Seto’s piercing blue eyes slid to his cousin. Atemu knew this look. He had seen it many times in the past three years. He started to back away, only to have Jou wrap an arm around his waist.

“No, No, No!” Atemu started struggling as Bakura slipped out of the room to gather his things, unnoticed.

“He’s all yours Seto.” Jou replied as he released Atemu into Seto’s arms.

Jou, too, left the room to gather what he would need for their journey.

Seto dragged a struggling Atemu over to the bed and threw him on it face down. Before Atemu could recover, Seto sat down on the edge and dragged the prince over his lap, pinning his legs between his own. Then he proceeded to drag Atemu’s baggy khaki’s down past his thighs, exposing his backside.

Atemu was thoroughly humiliated. He hated this with a passion. All of his struggling and protesting was doing him no good. Seto overpowered him, hands down.

Atemu bit back a yelp as something cold entered him from behind. He tried to push himself away from Seto, but Seto’s hand was firmly pushing against his back. The prince could find no leverage to push or pull himself out of this demeaning position.

Seto moved the object around inside of Atemu,”Settle down, cousin. You know this has to be done. We can’t have your temperature spiking because you’re stressed.

Seto shushed his cousin as he slid the thermometer in deeper.

“Let me go, Seto!” Atemu hissed.

He reached back and punched Seto in the leg. He was rewarded with a hiss of pain, meaning he had hit a sensitive spot. Then he yelped as Seto’s hand moved from the small of his back to smack his backside hard enough to leave a mark.

“Enough Atemu! I’m almost done. You’re making it worse than it has to be. If you wouldn’t get so upset in the first place, your body temperature would stay normal for longer periods of time. You know that it’s tied to your stress level… We both know you’ll never outgrow this! You would have by now if that were the case. You’ve had it since molting. I don’t know if it’s because your part human or not. You’ll just have to deal with this, and me once a week. And I don’t want to go through this shit every freaking time. There, I’m done!”

Seto pulled the thermometer out of Atemu and glanced at it. It read 103 degrees. He laid it aside. Then he withdrew a capped syringe from the bag by the bed and uncapped it.

Seto shushed his cousin again as he plunged the needle into his left cheek by where the muscle was the thickest. Atemu cried out as he did so. Capping the syringe, Seto helped his cousin up and pulled his pants back up. Gently, he brushed at the tears of frustration that had built up in Atemu’s eyes.

“It’s time to go now.” Seto held his cousin in a rare moment of gentleness.


Not ten minutes later, the rest of the gang showed up in Atemu’s chambers. They were only carrying what they needed most.

This part of the journey was planned down to the smallest detail. They would tell anyone they met, that they were going to practice archery on the range. Which was conveniently located outside of the palace walls. No one even questioned them. Most were just happy to see the prince out of his chambers. So they walked straight out the front doors of the palace. As far as the priests and councilors were concerned, Atemu was well enough guarded.

Once outside the gates of the wall surrounding the palace, they unfurled their wings and took to the sky. Their only fear was that Atemu’s silver tipped wings or Jou’s white ones would attract attention.


They needn’t have worried, though, hardly anyone noticed. In the middle of the day most Aemohans were busy.

They touched ground on the outskirts of the royal city and hid their wings. This was a promising place to open a portal unnoticed. Each retrieved another duffle bag, with clothing and toiletries they would need in the other world, which were left there earlier.

“I can only open a small portal for a limited amount of time if you don’t want anyone to find it.” Marik explained.

Everyone agreed, and soon Marik opened the portal. They rushed through one at a time. Seto, followed by Jou, then Atemu and Bakura, lastly was Marik. It was almost morning when they entered the human world. Bakura took the lead.

“We have a lot of walking to do. I didn’t want to open the portal so close to where we will be staying. So stay close and don’t get lost. Cause I’m not going to hunt your asses down. I’d like to make it there as soon as possible.” Marik said as the group followed Bakura out of the alley.

There was no one around at this time in the morning, so they made good time through the city streets. Jou looked around, wide eyed, at the tall buildings made of steel and glass. Atemu was just as shocked, but due to his station in life, the only ones who could tell were those who knew him well.


They had been walking for at least a couple of hours. Then Bakura turned off the sidewalk and walked up the stairs leading to an out of place, older brick building with a sign that read in big letters: Domino Boarding School for Orphans. And in smaller letters at the bottom: and Delinquents

He opened the double glass doors. The building used to be a hotel with meeting rooms and offices on the first floor. They were guessing that their rooms would be upstairs. Seto turned toward the offices and started walking.

As they walked down the hallway, carpeted with shag dating back to the seventies, Seto led them to a door marked: Principal’s Office.

He knocked on the door, and a call to enter was heard from within, so he opened the door and they filed in.


“Hello, I wasn’t expecting you so soon. Come in, come in. I’m Principal O’Meara. Welcome to our school. I suppose you have many questions. I’ll get the rule books and itineraries and you can look them over this weekend. The students have already started to arrive. The subjects that I need teachers for are all junior classes. Math, science, history and English lit. Oh, and you may have to do sex ed. I don’t know yet.” The principal flitted around the room gathering the books as he talked.

He handed copies to Bakura, Marik and Seto. Then he looked at Seto and said, “You said that there were four of you, and that your brother was coming with you. Sorry, but which one is your brother?”

Atemu started to growl low in his throat.

Seto laughed.”Atemu, here, is used to being mistaken for a high school student due to his height. Jou is actually my brother. And I’d appreciate being put in a room with him so I can keep an eye on him.”

“Hey!” Jou responded.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Here you are Atemu.” O’Meara handed him a rule book.

“Jou, why don’t you go tour the building with... uh, I forgot her name again. Well the lady in the office to the left of mine. I’d like to talk to your brother and his friends for a few minutes.” O’Meara directed Jou to the next office.

Jou looked at Seto, at his nod, Jou walked out the door and left the others to finish their discussion.

“So I take it this will be your first teaching jobs. Well, we have certain rules that we need to follow here or some of the students will become unruly. Not so much the orphans, but more the delinquents. We seem to get quite a few of those. We give each teacher a wooden ruler. It is used to smack hands and rear ends, nothing more. If you can’t do it yourself, send them to me and I’ll take care of it. But I do encourage all teachers to take responsibility for their students discipline as much as possible.” O’Meara explained.

Throughout the speech, all four boys’ eyes widened at the thought of what they were supposed to do to discipline the students.

“I’ll give you a tour and your itinerary. Just make sure you follow the guidelines and you’ll do fine. Then, we will work out room arrangements”

Just then, a timid knock sounded at the door.


“Yes” O’Meara called “enter.”

A young boy with tricolor hair resembling Atemu’s walked into the room with his head down. He looked up briefly, as if surprised, then ducked his head again and walked slowly to the principal’s desk. His small hand shook as he handed Mr. O’Meara the note he held.

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