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kj_roundrobinAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!! I have returned from the darkness to post this next chapter! Where the hell have I been, you ask? Working forty hours a week and packing for school!! Here, take the next chapter and leave me alone. I just hope it doesn't appear in a funny format...
'Italics'='thoughts'
Bold and Italics= flashback
As the days slowly passed, Seto Kaiba found it more difficult to suppress his dreams. This dark, evil priest, one who seemed to revel in the pain and suffering of his slave; this man began to frighten Kaiba in a way he never thought possible. Even his foster father Gozaburo was not that cruel. Yet, try as he might, Kaiba could not quite place the reason for his fear. He refused to believe his subconscious, what with its foolish ideas of reincarnation and all. He would just have to solve this problem on his own.
However, there was an obstacle to this goal; Jounouchi. Every time Kaiba laid eyes on him, the dreams would reappear. Those damn dreams; the ones that had the power to possess him night and day, the ones that would not die. If Kaiba stayed up at night, he would blank out during school. If he slept, the dreams would be his nightmares.
Worst of all, Kaiba could find no true reprieve. When he was alone, the dreams would come. When he was at school, at work, the dreams were there. The only time he found peace was when he was with Mokuba. Strangely, the little boy had the power to chase away the malevolence that haunted him. Kaiba figured out that it was his bond with his brother that kept him sane. The Jono of his nightmares had said so.
‘Unlike you, my life doesn’t just revolve around myself. Caring for someone beyond yourself is probably impossible for you, Seth!’
Though Kaiba still refused the thought of being related to the abomination known as Seth, he could not deny the truth in Jono’s words. Caring for a brother like Mokuba was doubtlessly something Seth could not do, and thus, it kept the dreams at bay.
It also let Kaiba believe that he was different than his past self. He could count the numerous similarities between them, ones that he could not notice before the dreams. Both of them loved to torment their respective blondes; Kaiba just never went as far as rape. And both of them seemed to be hiding dirty little secrets. Kaiba was cold and aloof because he was abused by his foster father. Perhaps the same had happened to Seth. It would definitely explain why he abused Jou…
All of these thoughts constantly ran through Kaiba’s mind, and as such, he found himself physically and mentally exhausted. Yet when he rested…
“Hello, hello? Kaiba? Don’t tell me you’ve fallen asleep again?”
Kaiba snapped his head up, trying desperately to make sense of his situation. ‘Where am I? School…I’m back in school.”
“I’m here. What do you want, mutt?” he asked impatiently. He glanced up to see worried eyes staring back at him.
“Kaiba, it’s been over a month since you’ve been falling asleep in class. If you keep going on like this, you’ll kill yourself.”
‘He’s worried about me…Is this even possible? Why would he? Jono would never care like this…’
He groaned slightly. ‘Now I’m mixing past with present. I guess I’ve truly hit rock bottom.’
“I’ll be fine, puppy. You shouldn’t worry about me. Come on, let’s get back to work. This project is due by the end of the day.”
Jou nodded slightly. The dog names still bothered him, but a nice Kaiba was even more disturbing. The least he could do was to return the favor.
Oddly, Kaiba was not distracted by Jounouchi’s presence today. The blonde was not triggering his dreams like usual; what was the difference? ‘Could it be…he worried about me. The only person who ever does that is Mokuba. Have I established a bond with Jounouchi?’
That was the only explanation that came to Kaiba’s tired mind. A bond meant no dreams, and right now he was dreamless. When had this bond happened? Could he have missed it in his month of delirium?
‘Or, could it be that dream I just had? Seth was acting strangely…what could it have meant?’
“What are you doing? You’ve been tinkering with those funny-smelling bottles for a while now,” Jono said, slightly annoyed. He was sitting on the bed, watching Seth’s back move has he continued to mix liquids together. The aroma was making him dizzy, and Seth hadn’t spoken a word since the early morning when he started his project.
Jono knew that he should enjoy being ignored, but he had a feeling that Seth was up to no good. The priest never disregarded him so completely, and he was beginning to fear for his well-being.
“Hey Seth? I’m asking you a question here…” Jono said forcefully. He shut his mouth quickly when he saw the priest pause. Seth picked up a red bottle, turned to look at Jono, and smiled. A big, radiant smile. Now Jono feared for his life. Seth never smiled…
Seth took a step toward Jono. “You want to know what I’m doing, slave? Do you really want to know?”
Jono backed against the wall. He wanted to run, but there was no place to go. Besides, the last time he fought with the priest and tried to run away…well, he couldn’t move for days afterward.
“The Pharaoh is running low on certain…potions.” He emphasized the last word, just to make sure he had Jono’s attention. Not that Jono could focus anywhere else, but the next sentence was pivotal to his plan. “Including the one you stole from me.”
Jono’s eyes widened. Seth was making his potion? Had the gods given him another chance to save his sister?
“But…” Seth drawled out slowly, “it’s a bit… corrosive when it’s incomplete.” He poured a few drops onto Jono’s lap.
“What the…” was all the slave managed to say before the pain set in. He felt as if his legs were being burned off. He clamped his mouth shut, willing himself not to scream with all his might. Yet the pain was excruciating, and he cried out. He rolled on the bed, trying to use the sheets to wipe away the potion.
Seth laughed loudly as he returned to his bottles. “Don’t disrupt me again, or else your punishment will be much worse.
Jono glared evilly at Seth, but kept his mouth shut. Now he knew that his sister’s potion was being remade, he needed to plan his escape. Which meant staying out of trouble. If that was possible.
Looking over his shoulder, Seth watched Jono curiously. He turned back to his work table and smiled his first genuine smile. The steps of his plan were almost complete…
Woohoo! Two fics in one day! If you care to see the other one I wrote it's at www.livejournal.com/users/reppu/26925.html. Make it easier on yourself and just click my name. Now leave me alone. I've got to work tomorrow and I stayed up all night writing. My boss is gonna be pissed...
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'Italics'='thoughts'
Bold and Italics= flashback
As the days slowly passed, Seto Kaiba found it more difficult to suppress his dreams. This dark, evil priest, one who seemed to revel in the pain and suffering of his slave; this man began to frighten Kaiba in a way he never thought possible. Even his foster father Gozaburo was not that cruel. Yet, try as he might, Kaiba could not quite place the reason for his fear. He refused to believe his subconscious, what with its foolish ideas of reincarnation and all. He would just have to solve this problem on his own.
However, there was an obstacle to this goal; Jounouchi. Every time Kaiba laid eyes on him, the dreams would reappear. Those damn dreams; the ones that had the power to possess him night and day, the ones that would not die. If Kaiba stayed up at night, he would blank out during school. If he slept, the dreams would be his nightmares.
Worst of all, Kaiba could find no true reprieve. When he was alone, the dreams would come. When he was at school, at work, the dreams were there. The only time he found peace was when he was with Mokuba. Strangely, the little boy had the power to chase away the malevolence that haunted him. Kaiba figured out that it was his bond with his brother that kept him sane. The Jono of his nightmares had said so.
‘Unlike you, my life doesn’t just revolve around myself. Caring for someone beyond yourself is probably impossible for you, Seth!’
Though Kaiba still refused the thought of being related to the abomination known as Seth, he could not deny the truth in Jono’s words. Caring for a brother like Mokuba was doubtlessly something Seth could not do, and thus, it kept the dreams at bay.
It also let Kaiba believe that he was different than his past self. He could count the numerous similarities between them, ones that he could not notice before the dreams. Both of them loved to torment their respective blondes; Kaiba just never went as far as rape. And both of them seemed to be hiding dirty little secrets. Kaiba was cold and aloof because he was abused by his foster father. Perhaps the same had happened to Seth. It would definitely explain why he abused Jou…
All of these thoughts constantly ran through Kaiba’s mind, and as such, he found himself physically and mentally exhausted. Yet when he rested…
“Hello, hello? Kaiba? Don’t tell me you’ve fallen asleep again?”
Kaiba snapped his head up, trying desperately to make sense of his situation. ‘Where am I? School…I’m back in school.”
“I’m here. What do you want, mutt?” he asked impatiently. He glanced up to see worried eyes staring back at him.
“Kaiba, it’s been over a month since you’ve been falling asleep in class. If you keep going on like this, you’ll kill yourself.”
‘He’s worried about me…Is this even possible? Why would he? Jono would never care like this…’
He groaned slightly. ‘Now I’m mixing past with present. I guess I’ve truly hit rock bottom.’
“I’ll be fine, puppy. You shouldn’t worry about me. Come on, let’s get back to work. This project is due by the end of the day.”
Jou nodded slightly. The dog names still bothered him, but a nice Kaiba was even more disturbing. The least he could do was to return the favor.
Oddly, Kaiba was not distracted by Jounouchi’s presence today. The blonde was not triggering his dreams like usual; what was the difference? ‘Could it be…he worried about me. The only person who ever does that is Mokuba. Have I established a bond with Jounouchi?’
That was the only explanation that came to Kaiba’s tired mind. A bond meant no dreams, and right now he was dreamless. When had this bond happened? Could he have missed it in his month of delirium?
‘Or, could it be that dream I just had? Seth was acting strangely…what could it have meant?’
“What are you doing? You’ve been tinkering with those funny-smelling bottles for a while now,” Jono said, slightly annoyed. He was sitting on the bed, watching Seth’s back move has he continued to mix liquids together. The aroma was making him dizzy, and Seth hadn’t spoken a word since the early morning when he started his project.
Jono knew that he should enjoy being ignored, but he had a feeling that Seth was up to no good. The priest never disregarded him so completely, and he was beginning to fear for his well-being.
“Hey Seth? I’m asking you a question here…” Jono said forcefully. He shut his mouth quickly when he saw the priest pause. Seth picked up a red bottle, turned to look at Jono, and smiled. A big, radiant smile. Now Jono feared for his life. Seth never smiled…
Seth took a step toward Jono. “You want to know what I’m doing, slave? Do you really want to know?”
Jono backed against the wall. He wanted to run, but there was no place to go. Besides, the last time he fought with the priest and tried to run away…well, he couldn’t move for days afterward.
“The Pharaoh is running low on certain…potions.” He emphasized the last word, just to make sure he had Jono’s attention. Not that Jono could focus anywhere else, but the next sentence was pivotal to his plan. “Including the one you stole from me.”
Jono’s eyes widened. Seth was making his potion? Had the gods given him another chance to save his sister?
“But…” Seth drawled out slowly, “it’s a bit… corrosive when it’s incomplete.” He poured a few drops onto Jono’s lap.
“What the…” was all the slave managed to say before the pain set in. He felt as if his legs were being burned off. He clamped his mouth shut, willing himself not to scream with all his might. Yet the pain was excruciating, and he cried out. He rolled on the bed, trying to use the sheets to wipe away the potion.
Seth laughed loudly as he returned to his bottles. “Don’t disrupt me again, or else your punishment will be much worse.
Jono glared evilly at Seth, but kept his mouth shut. Now he knew that his sister’s potion was being remade, he needed to plan his escape. Which meant staying out of trouble. If that was possible.
Looking over his shoulder, Seth watched Jono curiously. He turned back to his work table and smiled his first genuine smile. The steps of his plan were almost complete…
Woohoo! Two fics in one day! If you care to see the other one I wrote it's at www.livejournal.com/users/reppu/26925.html. Make it easier on yourself and just click my name. Now leave me alone. I've got to work tomorrow and I stayed up all night writing. My boss is gonna be pissed...
snarkymonkey, it's finally your turn! So get back into the fanfiction mode and write something!
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Date: 2004-07-31 10:43 pm (UTC)You managed to do both ends of the story at once. <3
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Date: 2004-07-31 10:49 pm (UTC)Thankies for the compliment! *faints*
I set up some plot twists...I hope. And I did both past and present. You can choose which one. Is that somewhat easier for you? ^__^
By the way, you got the comments for your AU fic, right?
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Date: 2004-07-31 10:51 pm (UTC)Yes, and it was difficult to integrate the two. Alas, I figured I owed
Argh...now I have to do the RR for the Lair...*dies* X__x
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Date: 2004-08-02 10:15 pm (UTC)I am so scared of Seth. x___x``````
Dude. That's... that's soooo wrong! *GLARE*
Ahem.
Yeah... sorry it took so long for me to read this.
But. Yay!
*pets* Reppu's becoming such a great writer! The "Changing Opinions" and this? ^~^
Your technique has improved a lot. =3
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Date: 2004-08-06 09:09 pm (UTC)I lack other coherent thought, though. ^^; (and am making my way to Changing Opinions, I swear. ^^v)
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Date: 2004-08-06 10:19 pm (UTC)Coherent thought...I often lack that... *is lacking it right now* My brain died.
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Date: 2004-08-06 10:23 pm (UTC)