A Home of Our Own

A Home of Our Own

Summary: A series of separate Neko Fics that will culminate into a longer story about love, loyalty, and belonging. Kimi ga Iru AU
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh. If I did…*begins to laugh evilly*
Warning:
Author’s Note:

I’m with You


When they stopped running, Ryou fell onto the grass panting. Bakura stood nearby, watching the moon, his tail flicking.

“Tired?”

Ryou shook his head and got up. “No…” His legs shook and he walked towards Bakura, falling against his legs.

“Come on, we’ll rest.”

“But I’m not tired…” the boy mewled softly, eyes closing.

Bakura carried him over to a tree and made a stunning leap onto a high branch. He held Ryou to him and nuzzled his forehead.

He’s tougher than I thought. We’ve been running for about ten miles straight, half of it underground.

The boy pressed closer in his sleep, frowning, then moving his tail into his grasp. He settled then and Bakura relaxed against the tree. He ran his fingers through Ryou’s hair, working out the tangles and trying to think of where they could get food or stop. His clawed fingers paused suddenly as the felt a small nub buried in Ryou hair.

He parted it and hissed softly. It was a small, black button of sorts that had a tiny red dot on it. He couldn’t believe he didn’t notice it.

Ryou was in the cloak, that’s why…

He pulled at it, pleased when it came off without any pain to the young Neko and massaged the spot.

Stupid humans…

**

Marik and Ishizu cursed as the blinker turned off. Bakura had found the tracking device.

“I told you we should have surgically –”

“He’d know and we don’t do that here Marik. Remember when we took the chip out of you?”

The youth frowned, his tail waving idly in the air. “How do I find him now? It could take forever!”

Ishizu gathered the Neko to her and stroked his spiky hair. “Then you’ll just have to get creative.” She rubbed his back and Marik leaned into her, climbing onto her lap and leaning his head on her shoulder. He continued to be rubbed and petted until they both heard a crash and a multitude of giggles.

“Malik and Yugi…”

Ishizu sighed. “Up. I have to take Yugi home anyway. Sugoroku called, Yami is sulking.”

“Geez, what a loser he is…” Marik got up and stretched, hopping on the back of an arm chair before leaping off.

“Marik! Not with your boots on!”

“I didn’t mark it!” He reached over and dusted the seat off. “I’m staying here.”

“Hm.” Ishizu left him and went to Malik’s room where Yugi and the kitten were apparently having a tickle fight on the floor, stopping every now and then to whisper to each other and laugh more.

“Are you two done?”

They both sat up, ears up with surprise. “Hi!” they chorused, laughing again.

“Malik, Yugi has to go home.”

“Noooo!” they both wailed, hugging each other.

Ishizu laughed and shook her head. These two were a comic pair, despite Malik’s dangerous disposition at other times, he was truly a kitten around the violet eyes boy.

Yugi got up and sat on the bed. “Why can’t I stay? If I go home, Yami’s just gonna lecture me. He does it all the time! Right Malik?”

The Golden shrugged, glancing at his calendar. He made a face. “Ugh, school starts soon…”

“I like school. It’s fun to be around other Nekos.”

Malik rolled his eyes at Yugi and the boy stroked his own tail. “Besides, I don’t have to worry about Yami being there and following me around saying –”

“Little One! Little One!” Malik imitated in a high falsetto.

They all laughed and Ishizu beckoned Yugi close to her. “Let’s go. You know you can always come visit.”

“Malik works all the time…” they left the room and could soon hear loud music blasting out of the teenage Neko’s room.

“You work too Yugi.”

The kitten crossed his arms, magenta tipped tail swaying. “At a Neko toy shop…big deal.”

They passed Marik and the Neko reached out and picked Yugi up, throwing him over his shoulder.

“Taking him home Ishizu?”

“I was. Why do you always have to get him riled up?”

Marik grinned as Yugi laughed, his tail dancing out of Yugi’s reach and sporadically tapping him on the face.

“Because it’s fun. I’ll take him home.”

Ishizu raised her brow. “Take him home Marik!”

“I will! Right Chibi!?”

“Weeee!” Yugi was still trying to get Marik’s tail, now feeling light headed from the blood rush.

They rolled their eyes and Marik patted Yugi’s back. “Let’s go…”

When they got outside, he put the boy down and got on his motorcycle, handing Yugi the helmet. “Get on, we’re going.”

The boy got on behind him, shouting happily when they zoomed down the street.

****

Kaiba walked into his home office, dimming the lights for the rare creature on his shoulder. He offered his hand and he let the reptile launch off into the room, smiling as it found a perch on the chandelier.

He was just about to sit down and relax a little before looking over proposals when two very angry people burst into his office.

“SETO!” they both said, glaring at each other then at him.

The youth rubbed his forehead. Not this again.

A young boy approached his desk, raven hair cascading down his back, broken collar in hand.

“Seto! Tell Dartz he just can’t be mean to my Neko any time he wants! Tell him he’s not my boss and that I live here too and that I –”

A young man gracefully neared the desk and pressed a palm to the surface. “Seto, I will not have him bringing every stray and hard luck case into our home. It’s bad enough he’s turned this place into a zoo, now he wants to foster every FFFC case that comes across your desk or appears on the news and speaking of which, why did I get a phone call about you being under threat of death by a rabid Neko?”

The black haired boy blinked, grey eyes widening. “Rabies? COOL! Seto –”

The brunette held up his hands and looked at his elder step brother. The man’s pale turquoise eyes showed many emotions ranging from rage to concern.

“Brother. I am fine, the situation was under control and I will not hear your case on why I should stop funding the FFFC tonight or any other night nor at breakfast or lunch or over conference call or email.” He sighed. “We both know that Mokuba has a…large heart and simply wants to help animals. I will talk with him and the staff about setting stricter limits. In the meantime…”

He took the broken collar from Mokuba. “What happened and remember to breathe…”

Mokuba took a deep breath and started. “We were outside, playing. Then we wanted to come inside. I told my Neko not to go over to Dartz’s wing and he did and we were just looking at all the cool stuff he has in his office and –”

“The little gutter rat broke a priceless vase!” Dartz roared, one eye going amber. “I tell them everyday to stay out of my office, stay out of my room and every time I turn around –”

“We just wanna see Dartz damn!” Mokuba shouted, pointing accusingly at Dartz. “He hit him Seto! And he threw us out and he called us all sorts of names and –”

“I don’t even know why I still bother to hang around this dump! I am a business man not a babysitter and the last thing I need is two little kids –”

Mokuba started yelling louder. “Why are you so mean! How can you treat me this way! I’m your brother –”

“STEP BROTHER!” the man roared, cowing Mokuba into silence.

Seto blinked and stood up, ready to smooth things over when he saw tears in Mokuba’s eyes.

“See Seto…I told you…”

“Mokuba…” he reached out, but the boy stepped away.

“He doesn’t like me at all! He’s just like Gozuboro!” he started to cry and ran out of the room.

The brunette ran a hand through his hair and glared at Dartz. “What do you want from me? I gave you an office in our headquarters, you never go. You say you want to stay at home. I let you stay home and you get into it with Mokuba and his Neko everyday. If it isn’t that, the staff complains of your rudeness –”

“They’re incompetent –”

“EVERYONE is incompetent to you Dartz! Even me!” he slammed his hands down. “What do you want!? Huh? What? You didn’t want the company, you complained you didn’t want to dirty your hands, you complained when I changed it over from god knows what to the good we’re doing now, you still said you wanted to no part of it, I gave you the position you have now, looking over all the finances, pay you more than anyone and you still complain! About everything!” the younger Kaiba was seething, but he soon regained his temper. “What do you want?”

Dartz’s mouth was a line, he looked at Seto then turned away. “I told you to keep them out of my hair.”

“They’re kids. What do you want? Mokuba’s in my room all the time too. He’s lonely.”

“He has his animals.”

“I don’t want to hear about you hitting that pet of his again. Understand?”

“Whatever.” Dartz left the room and Seto sat back down in his chair.

Why me…and on top of it all we’ve lost track of the Alabasters…again…not to mention monopoly accusations against my company from America. Is it my fault our toys sell better than their cheap crap?

He felt pressure on his shoulder and an inquiring prill in his ear. He lifted a hand and stroked a smooth, scaled cheek.

“I’m quite alright my Darling Blue eyes….”

I have to be…


Mokuba cried into his pillow, ignoring the comfort being offered to him by his eager to please Neko.

“Master?”

“Don’t call me that…” the boy sat up and sniffed, rubbing his eye then looking the Neko right in his cobalt blue eyes. “Call me Mokuba Noa, Okay?”

The Neko’s ears drooped a little. “Yes. I’m sorry?”

Mokuba hugged him. “I’m not mad…I’m never mad at you.”

“Master Dartz is angry at me…he’s always angry at me…”

The boy rubbed the Neko’s back and gathered him closer, petting him and scratching under his chin.

“It doesn’t matter. You’re safe here and everyone loves you. Who cares about Dartz.”

“I’m sorry I got my collar broken.”

“I’ll get you a new one.”

They sat together for some time, Noa nuzzling and purring his owner and feeling content. He was a bit thrown when Mokuba got up and left him, but calmed as he saw that the boy was merely preparing for bed.

Noa had his own bedroom, but was loathe to go and flattened his ears as he traced his claws shyly over the bed sheets.

“Mas –Mokuba?”

“Hm?” the boy took off his pants and slipped on some silk pajama bottoms.

“Can I stay with you tonight?”

Mokuba nodded, turning around as he put his hair into a pony tail. “Always Noa. Have you been having scary dreams again?”

The mint haired boy nodded, gathering his tail to his chest. It was a very light green, almost white and bent at the end where it had once been broken. Mokuba went over, turning off the main light, then the bed side lamp. He kissed the kitten’s ear, wondering who could be so cruel as to carve a piece out.

The kitten began to cry softly and Mokuba held him.

When he’d gotten wind of Noa in the shelter, he wanted to take him immediately. Ishizu didn’t want to tell him the details, but he’d hacked the system with Marik’s help. Noa had come from a horrible home. A woman had attempted to breed Nekos and Pit Inus out of her home. The green haired Neko was one of 162 they’d found living in cages in the basement and addict. They were malnourished, some already dead, many with scars, and badly abused if they tried to escape or warn anyone.

“It’s okay…”

“they hurt me…” he sniffled, tired all of a sudden.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now. You’ll always be safe here with us.”

The kitten nodded and laid down, curling up on the sheets. Mokuba tossed the comforter over him and slid in himself, hating Dartz and wondering how he could be so cruel, knowing the kitten’s background.

I’ll talk to Seto again tomorrow.

****

Yugi was annoyed. He was currently being held tightly on Yami’s lap, being given the tongue bath and lecture of his life and he hated it. As much as he tried to squirm, it just seemed to get worse and there was nothing he could do to stop Yami either.

The elder Neko gave a few more tongue swipes to Yugi’s bare shoulder, giving a loving purr before he started to talk again.

“I just want what’s best for you Yugi.” He pressed there foreheads together before licking up the bridge of the boy’s nose. “Ever since you met Malik your school grades have gone down and all you want to do is –is play and stay out. You’ve got to start thinking about the future.”

He licked under Yugi’s chin and the boy’s tail puffed out. He gave a yowl which Yami corrected with a soft swat to the rear. He continued to groom the boy, restraining him as he attempted to get away.

“Yami! Stop! Stop! I can groom myself! I already had a water bath today as well! Stop!”

“Aibou, stay still!”

And they both froze.

Aibou.

Only Atemu used that word. And he only used it on Yami. Or at least, he had when he was alive. How many times had Yugi wished he were that close to the twin pair, to be called “Aibou” and not pushed away or made fun of or called “brat”, “runt”, or “Kitty Two Shoes”. Sure, they’d stopped all that when Keith came along, but he’d never gotten close enough to Atemu for him to say “Aibou”.

“I wanna get down…” he said in a small voice.

Yami let him go and Yugi ran off to his room, opting for under the bed. He curled up and cried a little before he took a nap.


Aibou…

Downstairs, Yami opened the second floor window and leapt out, hoping Sugoroku wouldn’t miss him tonight. Despite having his own room, he sometimes curled up next to the old man, just like he used to with Mistress before Keith came along.

He needed to run and get these things off his mind, get these feelings off his mind.

****

Soft, plaintive mewls were issued again and again as Malik clutched the bed sheets. He looked behind him, face flushed, ears back, as Marik pushed into him again and again. His tail was curled over his back and as his calls got louder, but not too loud as Ishizu would come snooping, he couldn’t believe his own voice.

You sound like a Queen in heat Kitten. You’re so lovely this way!

Marik… he whispered through the link, sending images of all their love making.

The older Neko had merely jumped him the first time, forcing pleasure on the thirteen year old kitten, not caring if he were ready, then had followed up with more gentle attentions.

And tonight…he’d been relaxing after Yugi left when Marik came back looking excited, like he always did after a motorcycle ride. He’d pressed the kitten into the wall, groping and pulling, kissing and sucking and Malik gave in. He always did, knowing Marik was furious when images of the Alabaster came into their love making but not caring.

And now…

“Please -” he whispered huskily, pushing back hard. “Marik please…”

No, you’ll scream out and Ishizu will know.

“I don’t care!” Marik finish!

The high bed began to squeak and he caught Marik checking to see that the door was locked. Ishizu didn’t know and if she did she wouldn’t approve and would probably get Marik neutered.

He thrust into Malik furious, hard, fast, trying to keep it quiet, his grunts and moans cut off by bitten lips. The kitten under him spread his legs wider, giving low moans and meows, louder and louder.

He liked this part the most.

When he came, he almost cried out, but Marik’s hand was there over his mouth and it was silenced, even as Marik’s frantic thrusts and whimpers came to his ears. They parted, Malik pulling down his shirt, Marik zipping us his pants, the two sharing a kiss.

“I’m going back to my room.”

Malik was on his back, purring and lapping at the aftermath. Marik smirked.

“Why do you do the sexiest shit when Ishizu’s home. I want you.”

Malik giggled and sat up. “You’ll have to wait until tomorrow morning when she leaves…”

“Shadi was so right to move out…” Marik growled, crawling on the bed. “You need a bath Kitten…”

The elder Golden’s head went down just as there was a knock on the door. Malik was a streak of gold and Marik sat went to open the door.

“Hey!”

“What are you two doing? It’s nearly one a.m.! Go to bed!”

Marik laughed. “Cats stay up all night! So do Nekos!”

“Bed!”

Malik hopped over to the door. “I wanna sleep with you tonight!”

Ishizu scratched under the Neko’s chin. “Fine, no pillow hogging.”

They left, Malik turning to look back at Marik. He sent a mental kiss and disappeared into Ishizu’s room.

Marik sighed and went to his own room. “Stupid kitten…” He rubbed himself. “God, just wait till he goes into heat…”

****

Ryou woke up feeling hazy. Where was he? He was warm and dry and safe so he must be in the den or with Bakura.

He looked up into the sleeping features of his brother and laid his cheek back on his shoulder. He purred and looked down.

How and the hell had they gotten up so high?! His tail frizzed and he dug his claws into the nearest thing. Which was Bakura.

“What. The. Fuck.”

He looked up and Bakura glowered at him. Ryou’s white ears went down and he gave Bakura the look no human or Neko could resist.

“I’m scared.”

Bakura wiggled his tail and held Ryou. “Close you r eyes.”

He did and felt a whoosh of air. When he opened his eyes again, they were on the ground, the first beams of daylight hitting them, turning the cloak on Ryou’s shoulders a crimson gold.

“We’re leaving. Stretch.”

The youth nodded and followed Bakura’s lead as they both stretched and bent this way and that. Ryou was still tired, but he wasn’t about to tell his brother that.

“Where are we going Brother?”

“Just come on…” Bakura took off at a run and Ryou followed him, cloak flying out behind him.

Maybe he’d be more talkative later.

****

Yami woke up surrounded by what could be called a litter of kittens, both Neko and feline and sat up, wondering where he was as a black cat with wide green eyes fell off his head and into his lap.

“Meow.” It said, making Yami smile.

He looked around and relaxed. He was in Jou’s den but he had no idea how he’d gotten there.

He gently removed himself from the pile of sleeping Neko children, smirking as Rebecca pushed a thumb in her mouth, and walked to the gang of Pups that was already awake.

“Have you Little One’s seen Jou?”

“He’s over there!” they all said at once, waking several of the sleeping Neko.

Shouts and cries of “Hey, Shut Up!” followed the answer and Yami went to go seek his friend out. He peeked through the door, rolling his eyes and stepping away. He leaned on the door and crossed his arms. He hoped Jou would finish soon.

Inside, Jou humped Honda like, well, a dog, trying to satisfy his need as well as the Pup’s. Jou knew the first heat was hard on any Inu, let alone one that was such a a push over. If Jou hadn’t taken Honda into his gang, he would have been fresh meat for every stray, human or Inu, in town.

The brunette gave a howl and released, Jou following him quickly. The blond finished and pulled out, patting Honda’s thigh.

“Get, I got business.”

“But Jou…” the boy hushed, face blazing.

Jou gave a growl and Honda pulled his shirt down, gathering his jeans as Yami entered the small room. The brunette turned crimson again and ducked his head, tail between his legs as Yami sniffed at him.

“He’s in heat?”

“Yeah.” The Inu let his fly hang open and lit a cigarette. “You want one?”

“Nah. How’d I get here?”

Jou blinked. “Ya don’t rememnber?”

Yami sat on a floor cushion that didn’t stink of recent sex and shook his head. “No.”

“Ya came here really upset, we went out, got some booze and came back here. You got plastered, told wild stories to all the Kittens, then passed out.”

The Neko flushed and scratched his ear with a sharp nail. “Oh…”

“Yeah, ‘Oh’. Don’t worry, we didn’t have any trouble.” Jou blew smoke rings in the air. “How’s Yugi?”

“Full of energy. You?”

“I got back ovva t’ dat center, talked t’ that lady.”

“When? It hasn’t even been a full –”

“Shizuka’s got cataracts. She’ll go blind.”

Yami blinked. “So…why not go and get it fixed. The center will –”

“Only if I leave her there for adoption!” Jou snapped, looking angry. “She’s like my sistah! How can I leave her? Huh?”

The Neko looked back at Jou and shook his head. “They just want to help –”

“This gang is my family! We’re a pack Yami! These Pups, these Nekos, they got abused and abandoned by Humans! You think I’d sell them out?!”

“Jou, she needs help.”

The retriever mix Inu putout his cigarette and gave a pained sob. “I know dat Yami…but every time…they want one…they wanna take da Pups Yami. My family!”

Yami went over and sat closer to him. “They’ll find them loving homes, or even independent Inus who want to adopt –”

“We ain’t like Nekos Yami! Ain’t dat many Free Inus and you know it!” Jou looked down. “They haven’t found us yet…but what if they do? They’ll take us all away, split us up.”

They sat in silence and Yami wiggled his tail. “Come talk to Sugoroku. He’ll know what to do.”

Jou nodded and beat his tail against the floor a few times in thanks. “I’ll be by. Thanks Yami…you’re the only one even barely associated with that place I can trust! Y’nevva try and make us split ya know?”

Yami nodded and got up. “Honda’s outside the door growling, so I think I’ll go on home now. Come by alright?”

“Yeah…”

Yami left and Honda came back into the room. “What was that all about?”

Jou shrugged and lit another cigarette, glad his jeans hadn’t been zipped as he was hard again.

“C’mere Pup.”

Honda wagged his tail and went over. “Yeah Jou?”

“Go get Otogi, I want you two to find Bakura.”

The boy’s tail stopped. “But I thought –”

“I can get myself off, I don’t need you. Now get.” He smacked the boy in the rump, laughing as he yelped and scampered off.

****

Noa was curled on Mokuba’s lap as the two boy’s watched cartoons. His head was under the raven haired boy’s chin and he was purring, enjoying the strokes to his tail.

The social room door opened and Dartz came in. Noa stopped purring and scrambled out of Mokuba’s arms, trying to hide behind the other sofa.

“Noa?” Mokuba turned and saw who it was. “Oh. It’s you. What do you want?”

Dartz sniffed and tossed a box at Mokuba then left. The boy opened it and fingered the soft, blue leather collar inside. A shiny metal tag was on it and it read, “Noa Kaiba” as well as the address to the sprawling estate and a suggestion that if the Neko was lost to return him for an award from Dartz.

“Noa?” he called again, glad when the Neko came to him, nuzzling him eagerly.

“Hold your head up for me Pretty.”

The kitten did as he was told and Mokuba put on the new collar, much to Noa’s appreciation. They fell back onto the couch, Noa purring and licking, the raven haired boy laughing and stroking his tail.

“So you like it?”

“Yes!” he purred, leaning his head on Mokuba’s chest.

“Good.”

****

*Where the heck are Bakura and Ryou going?! Some citrus for you all, more to come *snickers*
*Will Malik ever get to strut his stuff for Bakura? What about Dartz, what’s his problem and how will Ryou factor in? What about Jou and Varon dammit and I wanna see some Amelda Yami smut! MARIK YUGI?! I shall certainly try!
*More on the next exciting episode of “A Home of Our Own”
*Love ya’ll!