~~Hey, I know Kaiba's his last name. Someone pointed that out. Reason why
I use it: same reason I use Katsuya. I just like the name better. But it
actually plays a role in this. Again, thank you for the comments and
feedback and know that if you'd like a reply to your review, supply you
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***Several Random Days Later***
"He's getting worse!" someone yelled.
There was a rush to the Royal Bedroom as Kaitio erupted with coughs.
Yami started into the room, but his new personal servant stopped him.
"What do you want?!" he yelled.
Katsuya stood up, passing Yami a glass of blue liquid. "Make him drink
this. It will soothe his throat."
Yami looked at it with contempt. "It will probably kill him," he spat at
the young mix.
"Like I want you to be king any time soon."
Yami smacked him hard, spilling the glass of liquid all over him. "Don't
ever speak to me like that again!" he yelled. He lowered his voice,
leaning in. "You better run fast and hide well. There will be a
punishment waiting for you."
Yami turned on his heel and walk into the emperor's room. "How is he
doing?" he asked a group of healers.
"Terrible, Prince. Nothing seems to be helping, or even soothing him."
Yami made his way to the bed, kneeling down next to the dying man. "How
are you doing?" he asked softly. He took Kaitio's trembling hand in his.
Kaitio instantly relaxed his face. "Yami...you're here." He smiled as he
reached up and ran his hand over his son's face.
Yami smiled back, then noticed something. "Father, your eyes..."
"I can't see, Son."
Yami sucked in a shaky breath. "Are they doing everything they can for
Kaitio chuckled. "There's no reason to kill anyone, Yami. They are doing
Yami sat there for a minute, stunned. "H-how much longer?"
"Hard to say, Yami. Neither my father nor his father lived to get this
"Why are you fighting it?" He squeezed Kaitio's hand hard.
"I don't want to give up without a fight."
Yami climbed onto the bed next to his father, laying his head on his chest.
"Please don't die," he whispered.
Kaitio brushed his fingers through his son's hair. "I love you, Yami. Did
you track down Shiai?"
"Do you feel any better?"
"He promised he'd be there if I needed him. I just..."
"I'm sorry." Kaitio whispered, staring through his unseeing eyes at the
ceiling. "I wanted children so bad, without the risks. I didn't want your
children to have to watch you die. I love you so much, Yami. Yugi, too."
"Come here, Pet."
Yami kneeled down next to the mix breed. "What are you doing in there?"
Katsuya scooted further under the bed.
"Hiding? You hiding from me?" Yami asked amusedly.
There was no answer, so Yami began to study the boy. His eyes glowed, like
a cat's. He had a very cat-like demeanor no matter what he was doing.
"What?" Katsuya growled.
"You're obviously a hybrid*. What kind?"
Katsuya's tail flickered in warning. "I don't know."
"How can you not know?"
"I don't know my parents." He flattened his lips and ears. "Leave me
alone," he growled through his teeth.
Yami extended his hand. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispered, reaching
Katsuya reacted on reflex, tearing his claw-like nails through Yami's skin.
Yami fell back, clutching his bleeding arm close to himself.
"I didn't mean--" Katsuya jumped out from under the bed. "I didn't mean
to, I'm sorry..."
Yami twisted away from him. "Stay away from me!"
Katsuya grabbed him by the shoulder, turning him to face him. "Let me see
it!" He grabbed Yami's hand, forcing the arm under his face. "It's not a
big deal," he said softly. He ran his palm over the broken skin, massaging
it. "You royalty are so delicate." He lifted his hand up, revealing
Yami jumped, surprised. "How did you...?" His eyes widened. "You have to
come see my father. Now." He grabbed Katsuya by the hand and led him off.
*Hybrid--crossbreed. But, more specifically, half-human, half-animal.
Like furriesor anthros, I guess. Special names for some of them: nekojin:
half cat. Koinujin: half dog. Youko: half fox. Doragon: half dragon.
You get the idea.
"Marik," Master said softly. "Come here."
Marik crawled over to him. "Yes?"
"See your little boyfriend?"
Marik gasped at the sight of Bakura. He was naked, save a rope tied around
his wrists, and covered in deep cuts. "What did you do?!"
"You hurt his feelings, you know that? He'll never admit it, but it's
Marik threw himself onto Bakura. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, please forgive
me, Bakura!" He began sobbing in Bakura's shoulder, but Bakura knocked him
"Don't touch me," he growled, pushing Marik away.
"Un, un, ah..." Master warned, grabbing the rope tied around Bakura's
wrists. He looped it around and hung it over Bakura's neck. Had he been
alive, he'd suffocate.
Of course, either way, Bakura couldn't talk. Still, he jumped up and
kicked Master into the chest, knocking him down. Surprised at the
onslaught, Master could do nothing. Bakura managed to twist the rope from
his neck, giving him slack to gag Master. "You'll pay for this! You'll
pay for all of it! We're not toys, Master! We were human beings!" Bakura
dug his teeth into his Master's neck, killing him.
Marik and Ryou stared, shocked. "You...you killed him," Ryou whispered.
Bakura buried his face in his hands, sobbing for what may be the only time
in front of people. Marik sat next to him, taking him in his arms. "It's
okay," he whispered, rubbing his back. "It's over."