Blue eyes, golden eyes
Warnings/notes : Seto + Joey, some small hints at twisted Pegasus + Seto, slightly dark, AU, weirdness, Mokuba
Disclaimer : I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
written at 18th november 2003, by Misura, part 1 of 3[?]
This fic can be read as a prequel to 'Blue eyes, brown eyes'. If you'd like to read the prologue/teaser for this chapter you can go to *that* story and read the twentieth chapter.
Chapter note : flashbacks to an Ancient Egyptian AU
At first, he was sure he was having a somewhat strange dream. Or nightmare, considering a drafty dungeon didn't exactly make for the most comfortable of settings.
But the chains around his wrists *chafed*. While dreams could be very realistic at times, he'd never yet experienced one in which he felt any physical pain or discomfort.
"How good of you to join us again, Kaiba-boy."
He raised his head to see Pegasus staring at him from behind irons bars. If this was all a product of his imagination, he sure had some weird ideas. True, the man in front of him had built some cute faerietale castle but ...
"What's a proper castle without a set of dungeons?" Pegasus crooked his head. "And I can assure you this is real. You overestimate yourself if you think your fantasy could come up with this."
"If I have overestimated anything, it is your good sense." Seto replied icily. "What do you think to accomplish by keeping me here? People will miss me, you know."
"Miss you?" Pegasus chuckled. "Hardly the proper word I'd say. They might notice you're not where they thought you'd be, perhaps, yet they'll simply assume you're somewhere else. Believe me, I've planned all of this quite thoroughly."
"Mokuba - " Seto began, before biting his lip. Mokuba was fully unprotected without Seto around to watch over him. Drawing this lunatic's attention to his little brother was the last thing he wanted.
"Ah yes, poor little Mokuba," Pegasus drawled. "He'll be so disappointed in you, not keeping your promise to go eating ice-cream with him. Such a lousy big brother, putting his business before his own flesh and blood."
"You ... " Seto lurched forwards, only to be held back by his chains. Pegasus watched him with amusement.
"Now, now, let's keep this civilized, shall we?" Pegasus clucked in a disapproval as Seto glared at him. "It's quite simple really. You have something I want. Give it to me, and I will release you."
"Forget it!" Seto shook his head, ignoring the cooler part of his mind that pointed out he might at least *pretend* to consider cooperation, if only to get away from here.
"Don't be so hasty, Kaiba-boy. I haven't even told you what I want yet." Pegasus shook his head in mock-sadness. "You could at least have the courtesy to hear me out."
"Fine then, I'll play this game your way. For now." Seto leaned back to the wall. "What do you want?"
"The Rod." Two golden eyes stared at him expectantly, as if that answer was supposed to mean anything to him. One of them seemed to glow softly, though that was probably nothing but a result of the lightfall in this place.
"What rod? What are you talking about?" Seto was beginning to get annoyed. Which was good, since anger was an emotion he much preferred over the despair that had come at realizing that Pegasus was right in saying he could be held here for quite some time before anyone would even start to think of going to search for him. Except Mokuba, whom he most definitely didn't want to come here.
"Don't be coy, Seto. You know very well. But ... if this is the way you want it, fine. Perhaps a night in this guest-room will refresh your memory." Pegasus shrugged, walking away and taking the only source of light with him. For one moment, Seto had to fight down an urge to call him back.
Then he closed his eyes, trying to think of some way to escape from here. Pegasus had obviously lost his mind, meaning he couldn't hope to appeal to logic or sense. Still, it wouldn't be the first time he'd turn a seemingly hopeless situation to his advantage. All he needed was a good plan.
After an undeterminable period of time, a guard brought him a tray with food. Remembering what had happened the last time he'd drunk something coming from Pegasus, he initially decided not to touch anything of it. Yet he was getting hungry, and he would need his strength if he was to make a run for it. He couldn't escape on an empty stomach. So he ate. And then he dreamt.
"You know, sometimes you scare me." The light of the moon played over a pale back, keeping the face of the one speaking in the dark, hidden.
"Hmmm." He replied absently, reaching out to draw patterns on alabaster skin.
"Seto! I'm serious!" His hand was swatted away in an annoyed gesture. "Stop messing around!"
"I don't whine to you about your recklessness, do I?" he inquired.
"That's not the same thing at all." A shake of the head showed a glimpse of golden locks.
"Pup ... it's the middle of the night. This is not the time to argue." His tone of voice and the look in his eyes left no doubt as to what he thought what this hour *was* suitable for.
"Don't touch me!" The other hissed, backing up as he crawled closer. "I want to talk about this."
"I don't." His reply was sharp, cutting through the air like a whip. Angry, because in this relationship, *he* was the one making the rules.
"Yeah, well, that's just too bad. I'm not your property, to do with as you please. You can either agree to what I want or bugger off and find someone else to keep you warm the rest of the night."
He snorted, amused in spite of himself. In spite of knowing it would only get his hot-headed lover riled up more by doing so.
"We're in *my* quarters at the moment, remember?" He felt obliged to explain himself.
"Fine, then *I*'ll leave. If you only want to mess with me ... "
"Don't be like this," he hated using that next word, "please." He knew it would be effective for exactly that reason though, because it showed that this was important to him. Whatever 'this' was.
"Seeeeto." The name was turned into something half-sigh, half-moan, as he finally managed to get a hold on his reluctant companion. "I hate it when you do that."
"Oh really?" He smirked, secure in his control now. "Your body is telling me something quite different."
"Can't you ... just ... answer ... one question?" Their positions had changed now, meaning the moon perfectly illuminated his partner's face, showing him pleading puppy-eyes. He sighed, sitting back for a moment to simply admire this person that was his, no matter what he said.
"One question." He could afford to be generous in his victory. It wasn't the puppy-look that was getting to him, of course.
"Am I - Am I here because I lo- because I want to, or because you cast a spell on me with your magic?" He managed not to laugh at that stuttered question, even if it was a rather silly one.
"Neither, naturally." He caught the other's confused gaze begging for an explanation. "You are here because *I* want you."
"No Sennen Magic?"
"No Sennen Magic." He sighed, slightly angry with the blond for ruining the mood, yet oddly warmed by the sparkle his reply had brought to his lover's eyes. He wondered if he'd ever understand the boy.