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Chapter Nine
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Includes: Yaoi (male/male relationships), slight AU but no spoilers, surprises (if you like the Engulf Trilogy then you’ll like the surprises *hint, hint*)
Pairings: Seto/Joey, Yami/Yugi, Marik/Malik, Bakura/Ryou, possible others
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Project: Destiny
Chapter Nine
by Ravenx
“Where is he? Where is he? Where is…Hey!” Marik turns around from the window in the living room, a hand moving to rub his head.
“Shut up or you’re getting the other shoe.” Bakura growls, his slim form stretched across the overstuffed white sofa.
“I just want my hikari.”
“You just want to get him in bed.”
“And you don’t want Ryou in bed?” Marik questions.
“Of course, but unlike you I’ve had my hikari this morning.” The white haired yami smirks.
“What? Malik wouldn’t even let me touch him while he was studying for his exam things.”
“Poor Marik.” Bakura chuckles.
“Shut up, Tomb Robber.”
“Make me, Tomb Keeper.”
“Oh, I’ll mak…What was that?” Dark violet eyes look toward the large door of the living room.
“I’m not falling for that.”
“I mean it. I thought I heard something.”
“Well, I didn…” Bakura slowly sits up, his head tilting to the side as a faint tapping is heard. “What is that?”
“Told you I heard something.”
Marik moves to the small entranceway that holds the door and stairs, his eyes looking up toward the second floor only to snap toward the door as another tapping occurs. Bakura follows behind him, his dark brown eyes narrowing as he steps to the door, a pale hand reaching out for the handle.
“You sure we should open it?” Marik whispers.
“Are you scared?” Bakura smirks as he opens the door, jumping back slightly as a body falls to the floor. “Pharaoh?”
Yami lays on the white carpet, his legs hanging out the door, the back of his leather pants and black tank top covered in dirt and grease. One of his cheeks sinks into the plush carpet, his eyes half-lidded as his lips open and close with no sound, his bleeding and bruised hands laying limply by his head.
“Pharaoh? What happened?” Marik leans down over the tall form of the other yami.
“Get him out of the door.” Bakura’s dark brown eyes look out into the street.
Marik turns Yami over onto his back, his arms sliding under his neck and knees before lifting him up and carrying the tri-colored haired boy into the living room, laying moving to the sofa.
“Wait!”
“What?” Marik growls over his shoulder.
“Don’t put him on the sofa.” Bakura says as he runs into the room and through the door behind the sofa.
“Why not? He isn’t as light as you might think by looking at him.”
“Ryou will kill me if he gets the sofa dirty.” The white haired yami moves back into the living room with a white cloth, throwing it over the sofa quickly.
“And he won’t if you use the table cloth?” Marik grunts as he puts Yami down.
“It will be less.” Bakura shrugs.
“Hey, Pharaoh? You with us?” Marik snaps his fingers in the other yami’s face.
Yami moves his lips but no sound comes out, he tongue snakes out to wander over his dry lips, his eyes cracking opening slightly. One of his hands moves up slowly to his lips, a finger pointing at his throat.
“What?” Marik asks.
“Water?” Bakura leans over the back of the sofa, his eyes narrowing as Yami shakes his head. “I’ll go get you some.”
“What happened, Pharaoh?” Marik watches as the dark purple eyes open more to look at him, the lips still working with no sound escaping.
“Here is some water.” Bakura reenters the living room through the swing door of the kitchen with a tall glass of liquid.
“Come on, Pharaoh, sit up.” The pale blonde yami helps the tri-colored haired boy sit up as Bakura hands him the glass.
Yami drinks down half the glass of water before he coughs slightly, he hands the glass back to Bakura before nodding his head to Marik who slowly lowers him back onto the sofa.
“What happened?” The pale blonde asks again.
“Gone…took them…” Yami coughs again.
“What? You aren’t making sense, Pharaoh.” Bakura leans over the back of the sofa.
“Who took who?” Marik sits down on the glass coffee table as he leans closer to Yami.
“Hikaris.”
“What? What happened to them?” Bakura eyes widen.
“They got…taken…it was a trap…I should have…known.” Yami speaks between coughs.
“Who took them?” The pale blonde growls.
“Don’t know. I’ve…never seen them be…before.”
“What happened?” Bakura asks.
“Yugi was…chasing Malik out of school…we lost Malik…found his ba…bag at an alley…I went to find him…told Yugi and Ry…Ryou to stay put.” Yami wipes a hand over his face. “Malik wasn’t moving…”
“What? Was he hurt? Was he…” Marik raises his voice.
“Calm down, Marik. Let him finish.”
“They threw him at me…I caught him but…fell…these two guys held me down while another…put something over my mouth…everything went black.” Yami moves to sit up straighter on the sofa. “When I woke up they were gone…I tried to look for them but…I was just too weak.”
“Who took them?”
“I don’t know…there were three of them. A big blonde, tall red head, and a brown headed guy that spoke with an accent.”
“We should go out looking for them.” Bakura moves toward the door.
“No! I looked, they weren’t there. They took them somewhere else.”
“What do you want us to do? Just sit around?”
“They said they would give them back.”
“They talk to you?” Marik asks.
“They said as long as we don’t call the police they will be returned unharmed.”
“And you trust them?”
“I don’t know. But I don’t think we should go against them.” Yami shakes his head slightly.
“What would they want with our hikaris?” Bakura walks back over to the sofa and plops down beside Yami.
“Again I don’t know. They just said that the beauties would be safe if we didn’t talk to the police. So I’m guessing they’ll give them back to us.”
“But why would they want them?” Marik growls.
“I don’t know.” Yami yells, his dark purple eyes narrowing at the pale blonde in front of him.
“We have to find them.” Bakura says.
“Give me the phone.”
“Why?”
“I’ll call Kaiba and see if he can help.”
“The Priest? Why do we need him?” Marik questions.
“He has connections and money. He can help us find out who took our hikaris. Now give me the phone.”
Growling, Bakura gets up and goes to the small table by one of the overstuffed chairs, grabbing the cordless phone from its base he walks back to the sofa and sits down. Handing the phone to Yami, the white haired yami looks to Marik for a moment.
“I don’t like this. Why would they take our hikaris only to give them back to us?”
“Maybe they want something from us.” Marik shrugs as he watches Yami dial Seto’s number.
“What? We don’t have anything.”
“The Items?”
“Maybe.” Bakura looks over as Yami growls and presses a button before dialing again. “What’s wrong?”
“No one is picking up at his house. I’m trying his cell.” Yami runs a hand through his thick hair.
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A persistent buzzing echoes off the black leather interior of a long black limo, a moan soon joins it as a deep blue eyes slowly start to open. A long fingered hand reaches up to touch a full head of dark brown hair, Seto groans as he sluggishly sits up on the seat, his eyes closing again. Growling at the buzzing, he pats his hands on his jacket until he find the pocket with his cell phone.
“What?” His voice is weak and harsh.
“Kaiba, we need your help.”
“Not now, Yami.”
“This is important, Kaiba. Our hikaris have been taken.”
“What?”
“Some one took our hikaris, we need your help in finding them.”
“Call the police, I don’t have time for this.” Seto groans as he moves to sit straighter.
“This is no time to play with Joey, Kaiba. This is serious.”
“I’m not pla…Joey? Koinu?” Sharp blue eyes look around the interior of the limo. “Koinu!”
“What are you doing, Kaiba?”
“We were in a wreck. I can’t find Joey.”
“They took him too.”
“What? Why? Who are you talking about?” Seto growls into the cell.
“I don’t know. We were hoping you could help us find out.”
“I’ll call the police.”
“No! If we contact the police then they will harm them.”
“What makes you so sure they have Joey?” The brunette wipes a trail of blood from the side of his face.
“It’s just a feeling I have. You need to get over here as soon as you can. Where are you?”
“About a block from Ryou’s, I think.” Seto tilts his head to look out at the street.
“Then walk over here.”
“I’ve got to call an ambulance first then I’ll be on my way.”
“Why an ambulance?”
“I’m not leaving my driver here until someone comes along.” Seto growls.
“Why isn’t their anyone there helping you?”
“We’re in an abandoned part of town.”
“Why? Isn’t that out of your way?”
“Look, do you want me to get there or are you going to keep asking me tedious questions?”
“Fine, just hurry.” The other end of the phone goes dead as Seto rolls his eyes.
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“What happened?” Marik asks the tri-colored haired yami.
“Kaiba and Joey were in a wreck and now Joey is missing.”
“The same guys took him?” Bakura raises an eyebrow.
“I think so.”
“Didn’t the Priest see them?”
“I don’t think so.”
“He is coming here?” The pale blonde buries his head in his hands.
“Yeah after he makes a phone call. He is only about a block away.” Yami reaches to the coffee table next to Marik and grabs the glass of water he was drinking early.
The three yamis sit quietly in the white living room, their breathing the only noise heard. Yami’s hand tightens on the glass he holds, his dark purple eyes watching the last of the liquid in the bottom. The pale blonde moves from the coffee table to sit in one of the overstuffed white chairs, his long legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles. Bakura leans back on the other end of the sofa from the tri-colored haired boy, his eyes glued to the white curtain hanging at the windows across from him, his fingers tapping silently on his white jean covered thigh.
A soft buzzing sounds in the silence from the other side of the swing door causing Marik and Yami to look to the kitchen with confusion.
“What’s that?” Yami asks.
“Ryou set the timer thing to remind him when to put dessert in the oven.” Bakura replies in a whisper.
“Oh, yeah, the little get together. I almost forgot.”
“What if they are being harmed while we’re just sitting here doing nothing?” Marik growls lowly.
“For some reason I trust what they said.” Yami shakes his head.
“So we should too?”
“Yeah.”
“I want my hikari and when I have him I’m going to hunt down the ones who took him and rip their heads off with my bare hands.” Bakura says through clenched teeth.
“Calm down…”
“Don’t tell me to calm down, Pharaoh. I guess I love my hikari more than you do yours.”
The almost empty glass falls to the white carpet, wetting the fabric slightly as Yami leaps over to tackle the white haired yami. His fist connecting with Bakura’s cheek before the two topple down onto the carpet, the fist flying at one another as they yell and growl at each other. One of Bakura’s hands grab onto the thick spiky locks of the other as he pulls so that Yami falls onto his back, the two rolling around on the carpet and running into the sofa.
Marik slowly gets up, shaking his head as he watches the other two yamis thrashing on the floor, he moves closer to them. His dark violet eyes roll as Yami’s fist misses Bakura’s head and hits the ground, the white haired boy wrapping his legs tightly around the spiky haired yami’s waist and squeezing causing Yami to yell out. Long fingers tangle in white hair as Yami starts to pound the other’s head into the carpet, a small drop of blood trailing from his bottom lip to splash onto Bakura’s pale cheek.
“Well, this looks entertaining.” A voice chuckles from the large doorway into the living room.
Dark purple, brown, and violet eyes look up at the new comer, Seto smirks as one of his eyebrows raise at the current position of the two on the floor near his feet. The right side of his head is covered in dried blood, some of it covering the navy shoulder of his opened school uniform. One of his hands clutches onto his silver briefcase as his other lays firmly on his stomach, the fingers covered in dark red.
“Kaiba! I didn’t realize you were this hurt, come and si…Bakura, unhook your legs.” Yami growls the last part as he pushes up off the floor, his foot connecting with the white haired boy’s ribs. “Opps, sorry.” He smiles innocently down at the other yami as he stands up straight.
“What happened?” Marik asks as he look Seto up and down.
“Wreck.” The brunette grunts as he limps over to the nearest white chair and slumps down into it.
“Do you need a doctor?” Yami moves back to the sofa, sitting on the edge closest to the brunette.
“No, just a wet rag.” Seto sets down his briefcase before motioning toward the dried blood on his face.
“I’ll get it.” Bakura growls at Yami as he walks behind the sofa to the kitchen.
“Why are you all fighting and not looking for your lovers?”
“Hey, I wasn’t fighting.” Marik holds his hands up as he moves to sit back in the other chair facing Seto.
“We figured we would wait for you to get here.” The tall tri-colored haired yami says as he straightens his black tank top.
“I’m not even sure anyone has Wheeler.”
“He wasn’t there when you woke up?”
“No.”
“Was there any sign of the car that hit you?”
“No.”
“And Joey wasn’t thrown from the car?”
“No! Why all the questions? We should call the cops.” Seto growls, his eyes narrowing.
“We can’t do that. I told you they said…”
“Why should we trust them? They took our lov…your lovers and Wheeler. How do they have our trust?”
“I can’t believe I agree with the Priest.” Bakura reenters the living room with a wet, black cloth in his hand. “Here.” After handing it to Seto he sits on the other end of the sofa from Yami, a snarl directed at the former royal.
“Something about them makes me want to trust them. I’m positive they will return them to us unharmed.” Yami sighs.
“Maybe but when? A couple hours? A couple days? Who knows what they are doing to them in the mean time.” Marik questions.
“Why would anyone want them anyway?” The brunette wonders out loud.
“They are our hikaris, maybe they want them to get to us?” Bakura shrugs.
“Wheeler isn’t a hikari.” Seto reminds them.
“True.” Yami rubs his hands on his temples.
“So we are all saying no police, right?” The pale blonde asks.
“Right.” Seto sighs.
“Then we should at least go to where the hikaris were taken and look around for any clues.” Bakura suggests.
“And look around the crash.” The brunette grimaces as he scoots to the edge of his seat.
“I think you should stay here, Kaiba.” Yami says.
“Why?”
“Because you look like shit.” The white haired yami chuckles.
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The clicking of a set of boots echo off the solid white walls as the feet walk across an equally white tiled floor, a long black trench coat flares out behind the person. A small smile graces the boy’s lips as his light gray eyes land on a short brown haired figure near the end of the hall, legs crossed at his ankles as he leans against the wall with his eyes closed.
“Relaxing?”
Bright blue eyes open at the voice, a smirk forming on the brunette’s face as he watches the red head come closer. A hand reaches up to brush a strand of hair out of his eyes as he moves to stand straighter.
“Always, love.” The thick accent fills the deserted hallway. “Did everything go alright?”
“Almost as planned.” Alistar shrugs.
“What does that mean? Did you get hurt?”
“I’m fine, Val.” Light gray eyes roll as the taller boy chuckles.
“I can’t help but worry about you.” Valon smiles.
“I’m glad to hear it.” Alistar leans down to give the shorter boy a peck on the cheek.
“Stop stalling. What happened?”
“The wreck did more damage then anticipated. Kaiba and Wheeler were both unconscious, head wounds.”
“They alive?”
“Yeah, but the boss isn’t too happy about the condition of Wheeler.”
“They’ll still be able to use him, right?” Valon moves closer to the other boy, his hands resting on the bare hips of Alistar.
“Should. They’re running test on him now. How about the others?” Alistar’s arms wrap around Valon’s shoulders.
“Same. Tests.” Leaning up on his toes, the brunette brushes his lips across Alistar’s.
The red head’s arms slide down Valon’s shoulders so that his fingers press gently into the small of the brunette’s back, his lips attacking the other’s lips. Alistar smirks around the kiss as he backs the smaller boy up against the wall, his tall form slumping slightly to allow him better access to Valon’s mouth. The brunette’s hand work their way up the inside of the trench coat, fingers tickling up Alistar’s sides until he wraps his arms around the other’s neck.
Alistar moves one of his bent knees in between the leather clad legs of Valon causing the shorter boy to moan into his mouth, his long fingers make quick work of unzipping the biker’s jacket. Valon’s arms fall to his sides as the heavy material glides off his shoulders to pool behind him against the wall, Alistar’s hands squeezing his bottom through the tight leather pants.
Valon’s hands move back up to push the leather trench coat off of Alistar, smirking into the shorter man’s mouth, Alistar helps to shrug off the coat before one of his hands return to the smooth rear end. His other hand gripping tightly at Valon’s bare arm, moving up his shoulder to tangle in the thick, spiky brown hair. The shorter boy’s arms wrap back around Alistar’s neck to pull the other down a little bit more to his level, one of his legs hooking around a jean covered one of the red head’s.
Their hips jerk against each other, their moans bouncing off the white walls of the hallway as their lips battle for dominance. The hand of Alistar’s that is nestled in Valon’s hair pulls back roughly causing their lips to loose contact before his mouth starts to work down the brunette’s tanned jaw to suck on his neck.
“Would you two knock it off.” A rough voice chuckles from their left.
“We’re a little busy right now, mate.” Valon moans out.
“Well stop. The boss should be out here in a minute and he doesn’t need to see this.”
“You ruin all our fun, Rafael.” Alistar pouts as he pulls away from the brunette, his hands moving to straighten his clothes.
“You shouldn’t be doing that here anyway.” The large blonde shakes his head at the other two.
“I just can’t keep my hands off my Alley.” Valon says as he bends down to pick up his coat and Alistar’s trench.
“Alley?” Rafael’s lips twitch slightly.
“Shut up, big man.” The red head hisses before playfully swatting the brunette on the arm.
“No, I think it’s cute…Alley.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why not? He does.” Rafael motions toward the laughing Valon hiding behind the tall, thin red head.
“He shouldn’t in front of others.” Alistar hisses, his hand reaching behind him to smack Valon’s thigh.
“You two act like children.” The large blonde shakes his head as he leans against the door frame he came out of.
“Is everything going okay in there?” Valon sneaks one of his hands out to lay on a bare hip of his lover.
“Yeah, just finishing up with the preliminary test. So far everyone is checking out perfectly.”
“Good.”
“How’s Joey?” Alistar bits his bottom lip.
“Fine. They had to dig some pieces of glass out of his head but it was nothing serious. You should have been more careful.”
“Why is he getting blamed? It was the little bug and dino that were driving the car that caused the crash.” Valon growls, his head leaning onto the red head’s shoulder.
“Yes but I left him in charge of the capturing Wheeler. You should have made sure they hit the car at a safer angle.” Rafael says.
“It was a wreck, Rafael, its not like he could prevent anyone from being injured.”
“If they had been in their seats the way they should chances are they wouldn’t have hit their heads.” Alistar speaks up.
“What do you mean?” Valon turns his eyes up to look into the pale face of his lover.
“Joey was laying across the floor in the back, he shouldn’t have ended up that way if he was seating in his seat. Plus he was facing Kaiba.” Alistar grins.
“You think they were…” Rafael waves a hand out in front of him.
“They were going at it like bunnies?” Valon finishes.
“I don’t think so. They had all their clothes on but I don’t think that would have lasted long.”
“They had a good idea.” The brunette’s hand runs up Alistar’s side, his fingers sliding under the tight tank top.
“Stop it, you two.” Rafael rolls his eyes.
“I’m not doing anything. It’s all Val.”
“But you know you want to do something.” Valon’s accented voice purrs.
“After we get done with business.”
“Don’t know if I can wait that long.”
“You’ll both have too cause I certainly don’t want to see that.” Rafael shivers.
“You know we are hot, especially together.” Valon smirks.
“Whatever.”
“See. You didn’t say no.”
“Alistar, take control of your little pet.”
“Hey! I ain’t his pet.” Valon stands up straighter, his blue eyes narrowing at the larger blonde.
“Val, hush.” Alistar leans down to peck the shorter boy on the cheek. “Rafael was just joking around.”
“I still don’t like him.”
“Watch it little man.”
“Would you two just stop.” Alistar sighs.
“How long we got to stay here? I want to go to bed.” Valon wags his eyebrows at the red head.
“As soon as the boss gets done with the tests. Be patient.” Rafael says.
“Hurry, hurry, hurry.”
“Shut up.”
“Don’t want to.” Valon grins before continuing with his chanting. “Hurry, hurry, hurry.”
“That’s it, I’m going to kill him.” The large blonde growls as he starts to advance on the shorter boy.
“This is ridiculous.” Alistar sighs, his light gray eyes watching Valon dodging Rafael’s large hands as the two run around the hallway.
TBC
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… (You guessed right. They really were to scared to even think about the mind-links)
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Disclaimer: Unfortunately anything dealing with Yu-gi-oh does not belong to me but to a very rich and lucky person. So no suing!
Includes: Yaoi (male/male relationships), slight AU but no spoilers, surprises (if you like the Engulf Trilogy then you’ll like the surprises *hint, hint*)
Pairings: Seto/Joey, Yami/Yugi, Marik/Malik, Bakura/Ryou, possible others
Forum(Created by my great reviewer, Jo-Lo): http://s11.invisionfree.com/Ravenx_Forum/
Beta(s): Jo-Lo: Does anyone really read this part?; Sarah Costa
General A/N: Sorry for the semi-long wait for this. I've been busy, busy, busy. But because my class was cancelled tonight I'm celebrating with posting the next chapter. I see I surprised many of you with the twist (and cliffy) in the last chapter. Good! ^_^ So without further delay here is the next chapter...
Chapter Nine
by Ravenx
“Where is he? Where is he? Where is…Hey!” Marik turns around from the window in the living room, a hand moving to rub his head.
“Shut up or you’re getting the other shoe.” Bakura growls, his slim form stretched across the overstuffed white sofa.
“I just want my hikari.”
“You just want to get him in bed.”
“And you don’t want Ryou in bed?” Marik questions.
“Of course, but unlike you I’ve had my hikari this morning.” The white haired yami smirks.
“What? Malik wouldn’t even let me touch him while he was studying for his exam things.”
“Poor Marik.” Bakura chuckles.
“Shut up, Tomb Robber.”
“Make me, Tomb Keeper.”
“Oh, I’ll mak…What was that?” Dark violet eyes look toward the large door of the living room.
“I’m not falling for that.”
“I mean it. I thought I heard something.”
“Well, I didn…” Bakura slowly sits up, his head tilting to the side as a faint tapping is heard. “What is that?”
“Told you I heard something.”
Marik moves to the small entranceway that holds the door and stairs, his eyes looking up toward the second floor only to snap toward the door as another tapping occurs. Bakura follows behind him, his dark brown eyes narrowing as he steps to the door, a pale hand reaching out for the handle.
“You sure we should open it?” Marik whispers.
“Are you scared?” Bakura smirks as he opens the door, jumping back slightly as a body falls to the floor. “Pharaoh?”
Yami lays on the white carpet, his legs hanging out the door, the back of his leather pants and black tank top covered in dirt and grease. One of his cheeks sinks into the plush carpet, his eyes half-lidded as his lips open and close with no sound, his bleeding and bruised hands laying limply by his head.
“Pharaoh? What happened?” Marik leans down over the tall form of the other yami.
“Get him out of the door.” Bakura’s dark brown eyes look out into the street.
Marik turns Yami over onto his back, his arms sliding under his neck and knees before lifting him up and carrying the tri-colored haired boy into the living room, laying moving to the sofa.
“Wait!”
“What?” Marik growls over his shoulder.
“Don’t put him on the sofa.” Bakura says as he runs into the room and through the door behind the sofa.
“Why not? He isn’t as light as you might think by looking at him.”
“Ryou will kill me if he gets the sofa dirty.” The white haired yami moves back into the living room with a white cloth, throwing it over the sofa quickly.
“And he won’t if you use the table cloth?” Marik grunts as he puts Yami down.
“It will be less.” Bakura shrugs.
“Hey, Pharaoh? You with us?” Marik snaps his fingers in the other yami’s face.
Yami moves his lips but no sound comes out, he tongue snakes out to wander over his dry lips, his eyes cracking opening slightly. One of his hands moves up slowly to his lips, a finger pointing at his throat.
“What?” Marik asks.
“Water?” Bakura leans over the back of the sofa, his eyes narrowing as Yami shakes his head. “I’ll go get you some.”
“What happened, Pharaoh?” Marik watches as the dark purple eyes open more to look at him, the lips still working with no sound escaping.
“Here is some water.” Bakura reenters the living room through the swing door of the kitchen with a tall glass of liquid.
“Come on, Pharaoh, sit up.” The pale blonde yami helps the tri-colored haired boy sit up as Bakura hands him the glass.
Yami drinks down half the glass of water before he coughs slightly, he hands the glass back to Bakura before nodding his head to Marik who slowly lowers him back onto the sofa.
“What happened?” The pale blonde asks again.
“Gone…took them…” Yami coughs again.
“What? You aren’t making sense, Pharaoh.” Bakura leans over the back of the sofa.
“Who took who?” Marik sits down on the glass coffee table as he leans closer to Yami.
“Hikaris.”
“What? What happened to them?” Bakura eyes widen.
“They got…taken…it was a trap…I should have…known.” Yami speaks between coughs.
“Who took them?” The pale blonde growls.
“Don’t know. I’ve…never seen them be…before.”
“What happened?” Bakura asks.
“Yugi was…chasing Malik out of school…we lost Malik…found his ba…bag at an alley…I went to find him…told Yugi and Ry…Ryou to stay put.” Yami wipes a hand over his face. “Malik wasn’t moving…”
“What? Was he hurt? Was he…” Marik raises his voice.
“Calm down, Marik. Let him finish.”
“They threw him at me…I caught him but…fell…these two guys held me down while another…put something over my mouth…everything went black.” Yami moves to sit up straighter on the sofa. “When I woke up they were gone…I tried to look for them but…I was just too weak.”
“Who took them?”
“I don’t know…there were three of them. A big blonde, tall red head, and a brown headed guy that spoke with an accent.”
“We should go out looking for them.” Bakura moves toward the door.
“No! I looked, they weren’t there. They took them somewhere else.”
“What do you want us to do? Just sit around?”
“They said they would give them back.”
“They talk to you?” Marik asks.
“They said as long as we don’t call the police they will be returned unharmed.”
“And you trust them?”
“I don’t know. But I don’t think we should go against them.” Yami shakes his head slightly.
“What would they want with our hikaris?” Bakura walks back over to the sofa and plops down beside Yami.
“Again I don’t know. They just said that the beauties would be safe if we didn’t talk to the police. So I’m guessing they’ll give them back to us.”
“But why would they want them?” Marik growls.
“I don’t know.” Yami yells, his dark purple eyes narrowing at the pale blonde in front of him.
“We have to find them.” Bakura says.
“Give me the phone.”
“Why?”
“I’ll call Kaiba and see if he can help.”
“The Priest? Why do we need him?” Marik questions.
“He has connections and money. He can help us find out who took our hikaris. Now give me the phone.”
Growling, Bakura gets up and goes to the small table by one of the overstuffed chairs, grabbing the cordless phone from its base he walks back to the sofa and sits down. Handing the phone to Yami, the white haired yami looks to Marik for a moment.
“I don’t like this. Why would they take our hikaris only to give them back to us?”
“Maybe they want something from us.” Marik shrugs as he watches Yami dial Seto’s number.
“What? We don’t have anything.”
“The Items?”
“Maybe.” Bakura looks over as Yami growls and presses a button before dialing again. “What’s wrong?”
“No one is picking up at his house. I’m trying his cell.” Yami runs a hand through his thick hair.
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A persistent buzzing echoes off the black leather interior of a long black limo, a moan soon joins it as a deep blue eyes slowly start to open. A long fingered hand reaches up to touch a full head of dark brown hair, Seto groans as he sluggishly sits up on the seat, his eyes closing again. Growling at the buzzing, he pats his hands on his jacket until he find the pocket with his cell phone.
“What?” His voice is weak and harsh.
“Kaiba, we need your help.”
“Not now, Yami.”
“This is important, Kaiba. Our hikaris have been taken.”
“What?”
“Some one took our hikaris, we need your help in finding them.”
“Call the police, I don’t have time for this.” Seto groans as he moves to sit straighter.
“This is no time to play with Joey, Kaiba. This is serious.”
“I’m not pla…Joey? Koinu?” Sharp blue eyes look around the interior of the limo. “Koinu!”
“What are you doing, Kaiba?”
“We were in a wreck. I can’t find Joey.”
“They took him too.”
“What? Why? Who are you talking about?” Seto growls into the cell.
“I don’t know. We were hoping you could help us find out.”
“I’ll call the police.”
“No! If we contact the police then they will harm them.”
“What makes you so sure they have Joey?” The brunette wipes a trail of blood from the side of his face.
“It’s just a feeling I have. You need to get over here as soon as you can. Where are you?”
“About a block from Ryou’s, I think.” Seto tilts his head to look out at the street.
“Then walk over here.”
“I’ve got to call an ambulance first then I’ll be on my way.”
“Why an ambulance?”
“I’m not leaving my driver here until someone comes along.” Seto growls.
“Why isn’t their anyone there helping you?”
“We’re in an abandoned part of town.”
“Why? Isn’t that out of your way?”
“Look, do you want me to get there or are you going to keep asking me tedious questions?”
“Fine, just hurry.” The other end of the phone goes dead as Seto rolls his eyes.
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“What happened?” Marik asks the tri-colored haired yami.
“Kaiba and Joey were in a wreck and now Joey is missing.”
“The same guys took him?” Bakura raises an eyebrow.
“I think so.”
“Didn’t the Priest see them?”
“I don’t think so.”
“He is coming here?” The pale blonde buries his head in his hands.
“Yeah after he makes a phone call. He is only about a block away.” Yami reaches to the coffee table next to Marik and grabs the glass of water he was drinking early.
The three yamis sit quietly in the white living room, their breathing the only noise heard. Yami’s hand tightens on the glass he holds, his dark purple eyes watching the last of the liquid in the bottom. The pale blonde moves from the coffee table to sit in one of the overstuffed white chairs, his long legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles. Bakura leans back on the other end of the sofa from the tri-colored haired boy, his eyes glued to the white curtain hanging at the windows across from him, his fingers tapping silently on his white jean covered thigh.
A soft buzzing sounds in the silence from the other side of the swing door causing Marik and Yami to look to the kitchen with confusion.
“What’s that?” Yami asks.
“Ryou set the timer thing to remind him when to put dessert in the oven.” Bakura replies in a whisper.
“Oh, yeah, the little get together. I almost forgot.”
“What if they are being harmed while we’re just sitting here doing nothing?” Marik growls lowly.
“For some reason I trust what they said.” Yami shakes his head.
“So we should too?”
“Yeah.”
“I want my hikari and when I have him I’m going to hunt down the ones who took him and rip their heads off with my bare hands.” Bakura says through clenched teeth.
“Calm down…”
“Don’t tell me to calm down, Pharaoh. I guess I love my hikari more than you do yours.”
The almost empty glass falls to the white carpet, wetting the fabric slightly as Yami leaps over to tackle the white haired yami. His fist connecting with Bakura’s cheek before the two topple down onto the carpet, the fist flying at one another as they yell and growl at each other. One of Bakura’s hands grab onto the thick spiky locks of the other as he pulls so that Yami falls onto his back, the two rolling around on the carpet and running into the sofa.
Marik slowly gets up, shaking his head as he watches the other two yamis thrashing on the floor, he moves closer to them. His dark violet eyes roll as Yami’s fist misses Bakura’s head and hits the ground, the white haired boy wrapping his legs tightly around the spiky haired yami’s waist and squeezing causing Yami to yell out. Long fingers tangle in white hair as Yami starts to pound the other’s head into the carpet, a small drop of blood trailing from his bottom lip to splash onto Bakura’s pale cheek.
“Well, this looks entertaining.” A voice chuckles from the large doorway into the living room.
Dark purple, brown, and violet eyes look up at the new comer, Seto smirks as one of his eyebrows raise at the current position of the two on the floor near his feet. The right side of his head is covered in dried blood, some of it covering the navy shoulder of his opened school uniform. One of his hands clutches onto his silver briefcase as his other lays firmly on his stomach, the fingers covered in dark red.
“Kaiba! I didn’t realize you were this hurt, come and si…Bakura, unhook your legs.” Yami growls the last part as he pushes up off the floor, his foot connecting with the white haired boy’s ribs. “Opps, sorry.” He smiles innocently down at the other yami as he stands up straight.
“What happened?” Marik asks as he look Seto up and down.
“Wreck.” The brunette grunts as he limps over to the nearest white chair and slumps down into it.
“Do you need a doctor?” Yami moves back to the sofa, sitting on the edge closest to the brunette.
“No, just a wet rag.” Seto sets down his briefcase before motioning toward the dried blood on his face.
“I’ll get it.” Bakura growls at Yami as he walks behind the sofa to the kitchen.
“Why are you all fighting and not looking for your lovers?”
“Hey, I wasn’t fighting.” Marik holds his hands up as he moves to sit back in the other chair facing Seto.
“We figured we would wait for you to get here.” The tall tri-colored haired yami says as he straightens his black tank top.
“I’m not even sure anyone has Wheeler.”
“He wasn’t there when you woke up?”
“No.”
“Was there any sign of the car that hit you?”
“No.”
“And Joey wasn’t thrown from the car?”
“No! Why all the questions? We should call the cops.” Seto growls, his eyes narrowing.
“We can’t do that. I told you they said…”
“Why should we trust them? They took our lov…your lovers and Wheeler. How do they have our trust?”
“I can’t believe I agree with the Priest.” Bakura reenters the living room with a wet, black cloth in his hand. “Here.” After handing it to Seto he sits on the other end of the sofa from Yami, a snarl directed at the former royal.
“Something about them makes me want to trust them. I’m positive they will return them to us unharmed.” Yami sighs.
“Maybe but when? A couple hours? A couple days? Who knows what they are doing to them in the mean time.” Marik questions.
“Why would anyone want them anyway?” The brunette wonders out loud.
“They are our hikaris, maybe they want them to get to us?” Bakura shrugs.
“Wheeler isn’t a hikari.” Seto reminds them.
“True.” Yami rubs his hands on his temples.
“So we are all saying no police, right?” The pale blonde asks.
“Right.” Seto sighs.
“Then we should at least go to where the hikaris were taken and look around for any clues.” Bakura suggests.
“And look around the crash.” The brunette grimaces as he scoots to the edge of his seat.
“I think you should stay here, Kaiba.” Yami says.
“Why?”
“Because you look like shit.” The white haired yami chuckles.
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The clicking of a set of boots echo off the solid white walls as the feet walk across an equally white tiled floor, a long black trench coat flares out behind the person. A small smile graces the boy’s lips as his light gray eyes land on a short brown haired figure near the end of the hall, legs crossed at his ankles as he leans against the wall with his eyes closed.
“Relaxing?”
Bright blue eyes open at the voice, a smirk forming on the brunette’s face as he watches the red head come closer. A hand reaches up to brush a strand of hair out of his eyes as he moves to stand straighter.
“Always, love.” The thick accent fills the deserted hallway. “Did everything go alright?”
“Almost as planned.” Alistar shrugs.
“What does that mean? Did you get hurt?”
“I’m fine, Val.” Light gray eyes roll as the taller boy chuckles.
“I can’t help but worry about you.” Valon smiles.
“I’m glad to hear it.” Alistar leans down to give the shorter boy a peck on the cheek.
“Stop stalling. What happened?”
“The wreck did more damage then anticipated. Kaiba and Wheeler were both unconscious, head wounds.”
“They alive?”
“Yeah, but the boss isn’t too happy about the condition of Wheeler.”
“They’ll still be able to use him, right?” Valon moves closer to the other boy, his hands resting on the bare hips of Alistar.
“Should. They’re running test on him now. How about the others?” Alistar’s arms wrap around Valon’s shoulders.
“Same. Tests.” Leaning up on his toes, the brunette brushes his lips across Alistar’s.
The red head’s arms slide down Valon’s shoulders so that his fingers press gently into the small of the brunette’s back, his lips attacking the other’s lips. Alistar smirks around the kiss as he backs the smaller boy up against the wall, his tall form slumping slightly to allow him better access to Valon’s mouth. The brunette’s hand work their way up the inside of the trench coat, fingers tickling up Alistar’s sides until he wraps his arms around the other’s neck.
Alistar moves one of his bent knees in between the leather clad legs of Valon causing the shorter boy to moan into his mouth, his long fingers make quick work of unzipping the biker’s jacket. Valon’s arms fall to his sides as the heavy material glides off his shoulders to pool behind him against the wall, Alistar’s hands squeezing his bottom through the tight leather pants.
Valon’s hands move back up to push the leather trench coat off of Alistar, smirking into the shorter man’s mouth, Alistar helps to shrug off the coat before one of his hands return to the smooth rear end. His other hand gripping tightly at Valon’s bare arm, moving up his shoulder to tangle in the thick, spiky brown hair. The shorter boy’s arms wrap back around Alistar’s neck to pull the other down a little bit more to his level, one of his legs hooking around a jean covered one of the red head’s.
Their hips jerk against each other, their moans bouncing off the white walls of the hallway as their lips battle for dominance. The hand of Alistar’s that is nestled in Valon’s hair pulls back roughly causing their lips to loose contact before his mouth starts to work down the brunette’s tanned jaw to suck on his neck.
“Would you two knock it off.” A rough voice chuckles from their left.
“We’re a little busy right now, mate.” Valon moans out.
“Well stop. The boss should be out here in a minute and he doesn’t need to see this.”
“You ruin all our fun, Rafael.” Alistar pouts as he pulls away from the brunette, his hands moving to straighten his clothes.
“You shouldn’t be doing that here anyway.” The large blonde shakes his head at the other two.
“I just can’t keep my hands off my Alley.” Valon says as he bends down to pick up his coat and Alistar’s trench.
“Alley?” Rafael’s lips twitch slightly.
“Shut up, big man.” The red head hisses before playfully swatting the brunette on the arm.
“No, I think it’s cute…Alley.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why not? He does.” Rafael motions toward the laughing Valon hiding behind the tall, thin red head.
“He shouldn’t in front of others.” Alistar hisses, his hand reaching behind him to smack Valon’s thigh.
“You two act like children.” The large blonde shakes his head as he leans against the door frame he came out of.
“Is everything going okay in there?” Valon sneaks one of his hands out to lay on a bare hip of his lover.
“Yeah, just finishing up with the preliminary test. So far everyone is checking out perfectly.”
“Good.”
“How’s Joey?” Alistar bits his bottom lip.
“Fine. They had to dig some pieces of glass out of his head but it was nothing serious. You should have been more careful.”
“Why is he getting blamed? It was the little bug and dino that were driving the car that caused the crash.” Valon growls, his head leaning onto the red head’s shoulder.
“Yes but I left him in charge of the capturing Wheeler. You should have made sure they hit the car at a safer angle.” Rafael says.
“It was a wreck, Rafael, its not like he could prevent anyone from being injured.”
“If they had been in their seats the way they should chances are they wouldn’t have hit their heads.” Alistar speaks up.
“What do you mean?” Valon turns his eyes up to look into the pale face of his lover.
“Joey was laying across the floor in the back, he shouldn’t have ended up that way if he was seating in his seat. Plus he was facing Kaiba.” Alistar grins.
“You think they were…” Rafael waves a hand out in front of him.
“They were going at it like bunnies?” Valon finishes.
“I don’t think so. They had all their clothes on but I don’t think that would have lasted long.”
“They had a good idea.” The brunette’s hand runs up Alistar’s side, his fingers sliding under the tight tank top.
“Stop it, you two.” Rafael rolls his eyes.
“I’m not doing anything. It’s all Val.”
“But you know you want to do something.” Valon’s accented voice purrs.
“After we get done with business.”
“Don’t know if I can wait that long.”
“You’ll both have too cause I certainly don’t want to see that.” Rafael shivers.
“You know we are hot, especially together.” Valon smirks.
“Whatever.”
“See. You didn’t say no.”
“Alistar, take control of your little pet.”
“Hey! I ain’t his pet.” Valon stands up straighter, his blue eyes narrowing at the larger blonde.
“Val, hush.” Alistar leans down to peck the shorter boy on the cheek. “Rafael was just joking around.”
“I still don’t like him.”
“Watch it little man.”
“Would you two just stop.” Alistar sighs.
“How long we got to stay here? I want to go to bed.” Valon wags his eyebrows at the red head.
“As soon as the boss gets done with the tests. Be patient.” Rafael says.
“Hurry, hurry, hurry.”
“Shut up.”
“Don’t want to.” Valon grins before continuing with his chanting. “Hurry, hurry, hurry.”
“That’s it, I’m going to kill him.” The large blonde growls as he starts to advance on the shorter boy.
“This is ridiculous.” Alistar sighs, his light gray eyes watching Valon dodging Rafael’s large hands as the two run around the hallway.
TBC
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