A New Generation of Priests
Yes, yes; finally another chapter. Despite the belief of some certain anal people out there (you know who you are), I was not hung up on this because of trouble trying to incorporate Darkshipping into this story. I've been very busy in recent months and under a lot of stress as well, making writing difficult. Idiot, self absorbed reviewers haven't helped, but unfortunately I cannnot address that here. I might create a forum to answer annoymous reviews, but for now, just enjoy the story.
CHAPTER ONE – THE PAPERBOY
Morning dawned slowly on Domino City, Japan, and Seto Kaiba was already awake, working at his computer like he always did, though he took the occasional glance out the window. He could not help it; he loved getting up early to see what – he considered – was one of the ultimate ironies of the world.
Just as he was about to go to another window on the laptop, said irony decided to show his spiky head.
He sat back to watch as the new local paperboy, otherwise known as Atemu, rang the buzzer that would call out the butler. Seto did not know much of the details – he may associate with them, but he preferred to stay aloof of their little happy-go-lucky group – but apparently Mrs. Mutou had only agreed to let Yuugi's new twin stay if he could pull his own weight. He would have loved to be a fly on the wall during that conversation, if only to see the look on the pharaoh's face when he was told he had to get a summer job.
The butler made his way down the long expanse of driveway, to the gate where Atemu stuck a paper through for the man to take. From his vantage point, Seto saw the two of them nod to each other, probably wishing one another a good day, before Atemu rode off, back toward the inner city.
As the butler made his way back to the mansion, Seto settled back in his seat with an amused smile. What a perfect way to start the morning…
People just waking up or those starting to open up their businesses passed by him in a blur, some waving to him as he sped by, others going to collect the paper he threw – one even tried to actually catch it. Atemu, despite his horror at having to get a job, so far loved his work. It brought in a good amount of money, and gave him a good excuse to get out of the house, as he was usually up before the sun out of habit anyway.
Well, that, and it gave him an excuse to go to Bakura and Ryou's apartment when he was done his route.
He rounded a nearby corner, tossing out the second to last of his papers to a small jewelry store, before continuing up the hill he was on, following the familiar twists and turns of roads to the beautiful – and no doubt expensive – apartment complex. After hopping off his bike and locking it into a rack, he grabbed the last paper and jogged up to the buzzer, hitting the one for Ryou's apartment before going inside. As usual, he took the stairs – elevators made him nervous – all the way up to the top floor, hurrying over to the apartment and knocking on the door.
There was a long moment of silence, before Bakura finally opened the door. Atemu smiled, but the former tomb robber just grabbed the paper in his hands and slammed the door closed, leaving him blinking in bewilderment. The angry look was just starting to appear on his face, when the door opened again and a hand snapped out, grabbing his shirt and dragging him into the apartment.
Next thing Atemu knew, he heard the door slammed closed, and he was bent over with a pair of hungry lips pressed against his. He blinked, caught off guard completely, not getting a chance to actually enjoy the kiss before Bakura pulled away.
"Well…" he began, groping for words. "I take it you missed me?"
"No, I was just grateful for the paper," Bakura replied flippantly, getting Atemu to roll his eyes as the tomb robber set him back upright.
"Who are you kidding; you can't read," he replied.
Bakura paused a moment, considering, before he smirked. "Well, that's what my yadonushi is for."
Atemu raised an eyebrow, smirking back. "And… what are you going to do when you're separated?"
The tomb robber paused; almost looking worried, before he smirked again. "That's what you're for."
"Gee, thanks…" Atemu muttered. Bakura chuckled, wrapping his arm around him and kissing his forehead.
"Go take a shower. You stink," he muttered, letting him go after a moment in favor of going to the kitchen. Atemu snorted, rolling his eyes, before heading to the bathroom, starting to strip along the way.
By the time he got out – wearing nothing but a towel about his waist – there was a steaming plate of eggs and bacon waiting for him on the coffee table, which stood before the couch that Bakura was sitting on, looking over two envelopes and shooing an owl away from Atemu's breakfast.
"Hogwarts letters," he grunted, setting them down before grabbing the owl and going over to a window. Atemu blinked, picking up his letter as Bakura shoved the owl outside, closing it quickly as the bird tried to get back inside. It pecked at the screen, letting out a sound that could have passed off for a swear, before flying off.
"How the heck did they know I'd be here?" he asked, showing Bakura the envelope.
Mr. A. Mutou
Just Coming out of the Bathroom
54 Ringmaster Drive, Apt 601
Bakura snorted. "The same way Dumbledore knew about your existence?"
"Point," Atemu replied, ripping open the envelope and shaking out the contents. Out fell the usual train ticket, item list, and welcoming letter, this time for the second year, with a post script pointing out that Kaiba had offered to transport them all to England this year on his personal jet.
"How are we all going to cram into that Blue Eyes jet?" Bakura asked, letting Atemu read it to him.
The pharaoh half laughed. "I don't think they mean that jet," he said, moving on to the list of books and items they would need that year. It was considerably shorter compared to last years list:
SECOND-YEAR STUDENTS WILL REQUIRE:
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade
by Miranda Goshawk
Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart
Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart
Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart
Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart
Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart
"Who's this Lockhart guy?" Bakura asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No idea…" Atemu murmured, looking the parchment over front and back, as if that would give him a clue. "Sounds like a prude." Bakura snorted as he continued, "Besides, in addition to this, I'll need the stuff I would have gotten last year… 'ya know, if I had been a separate person then."
Bakura chuckled, wrapping his arms around him. "I'll have to help you get your robes…" he muttered, getting Atemu to turn bright red.
"Pervert…" he muttered, letting out a yelp as a hand went down south followed by an amused purr.
Atemu knew he would be asking for trouble when he walked into the arcade wearing one of Bakura's shirts, but the tomb robber would not let him out of the apartment in the clothes he had worn for work – it took him ages just to let him get away with letting him wear his own pants. So, he was not entirely surprised when he heard the cat call from the spot of the arcade him and his companions usually hung out in. He rolled his eyes, going over to punch Jounouchi in the arm.
The blonde sniggered good-naturedly. "Hmm… first you come out wearing one of his shirts. One of these days you're gonna come out walking lopsided…"
"Jounouchi…!" Yuugi exclaimed, hugging Atemu about the waist before the pharaoh could do anything potentially bad.
The pharaoh rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around Yuugi and pointing a finger at Jou. "I told you, we're not doing anything – if we even decide to do anything – like that until he has his own body as well."
Jou gave him a disbelieving look. "'If you even decide to do anything'," he repeated. "Yeah, right. Three thousand years of sexual tension, you'll be jumpin' on each other like rabbits."
Jou had to jump back, and Honda had to grab Atemu's arm, otherwise everyone else in the arcade probably would have gotten an idea of what "divine justice" looked like. The blonde sniggered as he let out a frustrated noise, coming close to pouting.
"Why are we even having this conversation?" he finally grumbled in frustration, before looking down at Yuugi. "Did you get your letter today too, aibou?"
"Yup!" he replied as Anzu frowned.
"I don't like the thought of him taking you guys," she said. "I don't trust him."
Atemu just chuckled softly. "Don't worry so much, Anzu. He has to get to school too; he wouldn't try anything stupid."
"Yeah, right," Honda replied, disbelieving. "And how many times do you think he's going to try and challenge you to a life or death duel?"
"None," Yuugi spoke up. "Knowing Kaiba, he'd be too busy flying the plane and pretending we don't exist."
The "Hogwarts Crew" – as Jou was starting to call Yuugi, Atemu, Ryou, and Seto – had to meet up at Kaiba Corporation Headquarters the day they were to begin their journey for the new school year. Yuugi and Atemu were the last to arrive (with Yuugi's mother and grandfather with them to see them off), and the pharaoh looked up at the massive building. It had been ages since he had been here, and that was on hardly good circumstances. Even now, he could feel his stomach twist slightly at the memory.
Yuugi put a hand on his shoulder, smiling up at him encouragingly as they headed into the building. Someone was there to lead them out back to the jet hanger, as Mrs. Mutou started to fuss over her son.
"Yuugi, do you even bother to wash your face?" she asked, wetting a handkerchief and starting to scrub at his face. Atemu hid a smile as the younger boy flailed, before she set her sights on him.
"You too!" she exclaimed as Atemu tried to get away. "I swear, you two really are halves of one another."
The pharaoh made a face, trying to get away. "M-Mrs. Mutou…!"
She hit his nose with her handkerchief. "Okaa-san!" she replied sternly.
Atemu sweatdropped. "'K…'kaa-san…"
The man leading them coughed softly, encouraging them to hurry up. After a bit of walking, and a bit more of straightening out the pharaoh's ego, they arrived at the hanger, where Ryou was already standing with his luggage, watching as it was loaded onto the small plane. He turned, and waved to Yuugi and Atemu happily… but Yuugi's mother was eyeing him, an odd look in her eyes.
"Is that him?" she asked.
Atemu blinked, mouth open to ask what she meant by that, but she was already marching toward Ryou (who had developed a rather worried look on his face). In a blink, she had the poor boy by the ear, ranting rather loudly.
"You better be taking good care of my son! I don't want to see any more ugly marks on his neck like last Saturday! Or anywhere else for that matter!"
Ryou was sputtering, trying to say something in his defense as Atemu covered his face with his hands, hiding the brilliant red color it had taken on. It took a moment before Sugoroku was able to pull her off of him (with her shouting, "I'm going to check every inch of him when you get back from school, so behave!"), and by that time Seto had come out of the cockpit, leaning against the doorframe with a rather sadistic smirk on his face.
Atemu tugged his belongs over to Ryou as a rather embarrassed Yuugi wished his family well over the year, adding his trunks to his pile before looking at the now rather red boy.
"Let me guess…" he began.
"Yes," Ryou cut in before he could finish, "Bakura is laughing his ass off."
The flight to England went well enough. As Yuugi predicted, Seto spent most of his time in the cockpit, even though he could have easily put the plane on autopilot as soon as everything was well underway. Which, in a way, was a good thing, as Bakura decided to show himself not long after the plane evened out. No doubt a certain high priest would have emulated Mrs. Mutou's rant if he saw the way the tomb robber grabbed Atemu.
"'I'm going to check every inch of him'," he mimicked, expression on his face like the cat that caught the canary. "I thought only I was allowed to do that…?" he added, hand going south…
There was a moment of silence, which no doubt would have been filled if blushing produced a noise, before Atemu finally flailed, knocking Bakura's hand away.
"PG-thirteen! PG-thirteen!" he exclaimed, turning even redder as Yuugi put his hands over his mouth, trying to stifle his giggles.
Despite all his flailing, though, he was asleep on Bakura's lap by the time they arrived at London's airport, leaving the tomb robber to carry him out of the plane and into a waiting limo. He was just coming awake as they arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, and half leaned on Bakura as they arranged for their rooms. Awake or not, he was not conscious enough to really take in his surroundings, other than the bed he blissfully cratered on as soon as he shambled upstairs to his room.
He was awakened the next day by an odd snapping sound, followed by something moving rather quickly next to him. He frowned, rolling over and rubbing his eyes open as he heard a yelp.
"I'm gonna kick your ass, Ishtar!"
Bakura's growl made Atemu snap his eyes open quickly. The bed next to him was all messed up, like someone had been sleeping next to him. Before him, Bakura was chasing Malik Ishtar around the room, the later holding a camera that he was making sure to keep far away from the tomb robber's grasp.
"Blackmail's sweet, ain't it, tomb robber?" Malik replied, ducking under his arm as Bakura tried to swipe at him.
Atemu grumbled, crawling out of bed and grabbing Malik by the scruff of his neck. He yelped, before the pharaoh tossed him out of the room, closing the door in his face.
"Good to see you again, 'Temu!" Malik called through the door.
"Likewise," he grumbled back, before turning to Bakura as the sound of retreating feet came from the other side. "What are you doing here?"
Bakura took a moment to calm himself, before a smirk quirked up on his lips. "I booked a double for us."
Atemu paused a moment, looking about to note Ryou's belongings stacked alongside his.
The tomb robber cut him off, wrapping his arms around him gently in a comforting embrace. "Am I bothering you?" he murmured softly.
Atemu sighed, giving him a stern look, before resting his head on his shoulder. "No… I'm just… not used to it."
Bakura chuckled softly, rubbing his back soothingly. "Well, I can't exactly promise I'll always be the doting boyfriend… 'cause that's lame… and stuff."
Atemu laughed, getting something resembling a gentle smile from Bakura. "But despite that… I still care for you…"
The pharaoh returned his smile. "Thanks…" he murmured. He stayed in his embrace a moment longer, before pulling away, going for his trunk. "I should get a shower."
"Need any help?"
Bakura ducked just in time to avoid the rolled up shirt thrown at him.