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To Be Endlessly Cold Within [Rivalshipping, Vampire AU]
It had taken some time to get used to living a new life as a vampire. For someone who actively decried the supernatural, it wasn't easy to admit that he'd been overcome by some creature of the night in anything outside of a nightmare.
But he had ended up like this nearly half a year ago, waking up hospitalized with what looked like some kind of lesions at the joint of his neck and shoulder. From that point, it was only a matter of time before he shifted to his new reality. Trying to suppress it out of sheer force of will had only worked out so long, and deflecting his thirst onto a natural human cause had nearly ended in him attacking his brother. That was the last straw.
That was when Seto Kaiba gave in and took the first drink.
He had to, of course, curate his inner circle slightly--tell the ones most important to him what exactly his new life would entail. Mokuba...well, while he hadn't fully intuited it, had been concerned about his brother ever since the hospital stay. How could he not be? Seto had gradually lost color, energy, and most concerningly, weight since he'd been discharged. He barely ate and looked discomforted when he did, and drank liquids constantly. Honestly, figuring out Seto's needs had been jarring, but ultimately relieving.
Isono was the only other person who knew. He was the one responsible for acquiring blood for his boss, and he did so admirably. Kaiba never fed from the vein, no matter what. Even when his jaw ached around others, and his fangs itched in his skull, he'd instead bite down on something else. He kept a solid rubber ball in his desk for such occasions, and it didn't feel right, but at least with his bagged alternatives, he was doing alright.
Isono and Mokuba had floated the idea to him of perhaps feeding on small animals, and while the thought of it had made his fangs stretch past his lower lip and made his stomach twist as if he'd been starving for all his life...he declined. He didn't need it. There were other things to attend to.
And so he never really regained his weight despite a regular diet of blood.
But at least the company was running smoothly. Seto fought the urge to take a fully nocturnal sleep schedule, and instead positioned himself between worlds. He'd come into work around midnight, well before the sun rose, and leave once it had set. Work meetings were scheduled past dusk. Probably the most expensive alteration needed was to slowly have his office windows altered with UV blocking, the tinting of which could be controlled automatically with a single remote. He mostly kept the tinting at a lower level, so he could still enjoy the sun's brightness without harming himself.
His acclimations weren't perfect. Sometimes he ended up burning himself. Sometimes, the hunger was triggered by proximity to his employees...but for the most part, Kaiba had fallen into a holding pattern. Not yet fully healthy by vampire standards, but also not withering away.
Today, Kaiba was to be participating briefly in orientation for a very small handful of new hires. Isono would bring them up, to show them who they would be working for and have Kaiba offer a few words as he often did while he judged the merit of the hires individually. He always thought it unnecessary, but what he thought, and what was actually done? Those were two different things.
The first two hires went through their orientation interview without incident. Kaiba wasn't terribly impressed, but they'd do as entry to mid-level workers. Nothing really extraordinary to be brought to the the table.
He taps the logo on his lapel.
"Isono. Bring in the last candidate, and then prepare lunch," he ordered.
"Yes, Master Seto!"
The third candidate...they better be worth something.
But he had ended up like this nearly half a year ago, waking up hospitalized with what looked like some kind of lesions at the joint of his neck and shoulder. From that point, it was only a matter of time before he shifted to his new reality. Trying to suppress it out of sheer force of will had only worked out so long, and deflecting his thirst onto a natural human cause had nearly ended in him attacking his brother. That was the last straw.
That was when Seto Kaiba gave in and took the first drink.
He had to, of course, curate his inner circle slightly--tell the ones most important to him what exactly his new life would entail. Mokuba...well, while he hadn't fully intuited it, had been concerned about his brother ever since the hospital stay. How could he not be? Seto had gradually lost color, energy, and most concerningly, weight since he'd been discharged. He barely ate and looked discomforted when he did, and drank liquids constantly. Honestly, figuring out Seto's needs had been jarring, but ultimately relieving.
Isono was the only other person who knew. He was the one responsible for acquiring blood for his boss, and he did so admirably. Kaiba never fed from the vein, no matter what. Even when his jaw ached around others, and his fangs itched in his skull, he'd instead bite down on something else. He kept a solid rubber ball in his desk for such occasions, and it didn't feel right, but at least with his bagged alternatives, he was doing alright.
Isono and Mokuba had floated the idea to him of perhaps feeding on small animals, and while the thought of it had made his fangs stretch past his lower lip and made his stomach twist as if he'd been starving for all his life...he declined. He didn't need it. There were other things to attend to.
And so he never really regained his weight despite a regular diet of blood.
But at least the company was running smoothly. Seto fought the urge to take a fully nocturnal sleep schedule, and instead positioned himself between worlds. He'd come into work around midnight, well before the sun rose, and leave once it had set. Work meetings were scheduled past dusk. Probably the most expensive alteration needed was to slowly have his office windows altered with UV blocking, the tinting of which could be controlled automatically with a single remote. He mostly kept the tinting at a lower level, so he could still enjoy the sun's brightness without harming himself.
His acclimations weren't perfect. Sometimes he ended up burning himself. Sometimes, the hunger was triggered by proximity to his employees...but for the most part, Kaiba had fallen into a holding pattern. Not yet fully healthy by vampire standards, but also not withering away.
Today, Kaiba was to be participating briefly in orientation for a very small handful of new hires. Isono would bring them up, to show them who they would be working for and have Kaiba offer a few words as he often did while he judged the merit of the hires individually. He always thought it unnecessary, but what he thought, and what was actually done? Those were two different things.
The first two hires went through their orientation interview without incident. Kaiba wasn't terribly impressed, but they'd do as entry to mid-level workers. Nothing really extraordinary to be brought to the the table.
He taps the logo on his lapel.
"Isono. Bring in the last candidate, and then prepare lunch," he ordered.
"Yes, Master Seto!"
The third candidate...they better be worth something.
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On one hand, he has this air about him that is like ice wrapped in spines, but then sometimes something warm will come through, thawing everything and it'll feel like the sun on his skin.
(Or maybe Yuugi just has really piss poor standards. Or is optimistic. Or both.)
That suggestion, though--
"Oh, you don't have to trou--"
His stomach speaks for him: it growls, loud and angry in the middle of the bathroom as though he hasn't eaten in days.
...
Traitor.
...
He sighs, but there's a clear relieved smile on his face.
"...Thank you."
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"Come on."
He moves to the door, unlocking it with a sound click!.
"Let's conclude this business."
And out he goes, to save his brother from the weird cartoon man who keeps talking about the decline of children's television from days past, where the violence was far more gratuitous.
Mokuba wants to drown himself in his hot chocolate, and to be quite frank, Seto doesn't begrudge him that. He could hear some of it even while he was in the bathroom.
Once he reaches the table, he places a hand on Pegasus's shoulder. The older man looks up at him curiously when he's interrupted.
"...Oh, my. Kaiba boy, you look awful!"
...That earns him such a look, Kaiba isn't even hiding it.
"I understand we didn't discuss the usual business, but I'm going to have to cut this short. My employee is feeling under the weather. Perhaps another time, we can sort out the particulars."
His tone brooks no argument, and yet Pegasus looks very disappointed.
"And after I flew all the way here, you'll deny me my fun again~? You really are a cruel one!"
"Apologies."
He doesn't sound that sorry.
"In compromise, allow me to buy Mutou something to eat, and we can discuss it for the time it takes him to consume his meal. But that's all. Today has been taxing for my brother and I as well."
Which...maybe is a little more than he should be offering up. But he says it anyway.
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No. Not strange. Boomer. The right thing to say was "Boomer". He had a Boomer's taste in cartoons, where the violence was gratuitous, things were dark, and Fleischer was king. The most memorable cartoon from that era was the spider hotel where flies were crying and stuck in various torture devices as the spider prepared to eat them.
...
He knew better than to watch the cartoon channel at 2 AM when he was alone.
Mr. Pegasus wasn't that much older than they were from the look of him, but he acted so...old. The kind of cartoons he was talking about were popular in barely post-war America! The Forties!
Unsteadily, Yuugi stumbled into his seat and bit his lip.
"Yuugi, you okay?" Mokuba whispered.
"Yeah. Just a bit hungry."
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"I suppose you're right, if he's looking so poorly, then we shouldn't drag this out. But please--let me pay for it. This was all supposed to be my treat."
Although he sounds sincere, Kaiba has no intention of letting Pegasus go up to the counter alone. He pulls his hand back when the older man gets to his feet, then leads the way.
"We'll do it together," he insists, and Pegasus can't help a small laugh.
"That's all we ever do, it's only business!" he practically hums, and Kaiba looks discomforted by the familiarity, but allows it. They both leave Mokuba and Yuugi to their own devices for a few moments.
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That...
"Mokuba, you...?"
"Saw that? Yeah."
When he wasn't around Mr. Pegasus, Kaiba acted as though the man was an abscess that he couldn't wait to get drained, or a sore on the bottom of his foot. Something unpleasant that could only go away with proper medication and care.
But the way they were going up...
"Does Mr. Pegasus often act that...chummy with your brother?"
"Sometimes."
"Do you think he has a...you know. A...thing, for Mr. Kaiba?"
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Kaiba's ordering Yuugi something light that might help (rice crackers with sesame seeds, and a croissant, because apparently this place had those. Pegasus is nodding along, agreeing, and even adds an order of something for himself! A small slice of castella, why not?
It's when they're done ordering however, that Kaiba presses a hand to his forehead, suddenly looking rather unsteady on his feet. Pegasus places an arm around his shoulders, his touch gentle as he leads Kaiba back to the restrooms.
They had time, of course, before the order was called. Precious time, and after all, Kaiba still wasn't at his best. So he let Pegasus lead him along, his vision blurred and head buzzing...
Soon. He'll be back soon. Pegasus is whispering something in his ear once they're out of sight of anyone, something comforting and warm, moreso than any cup of blood felt as if it could be at this point. It makes him ignore the way the man presses his face into Kaiba's short, well-kept hair.
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Wrong, wrong. Something was wrong with all of this. Kaiba didn't let anyone touch him, and yet here he was, letting Mr. Pegasus manhandle him with gentle, comforting touches.
On one hand, it could be anything. Friendship, camraderie...
But the way Kaiba talked about the man, the way Mokuba talked about the man--
Yuugi made a move to stand, but Mokuba put a hand on his wrist.
"Yuugi, don't."
"But--"
"Yeah, I think it's weird too, but--"
"I just. I just want to check in on them. I won't be long."
Yuugi was up and out of his seat before Mokuba could process, making a clumsy-gaited beeline for the bathroom.
Something twisted his gut, he had to make sure his brain was playing tricks on him, that something wasn't going to happen while Kaiba was...
...
Incapacitated.
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But by the time Yuugi makes it to the bathroom, there's not much to see at all. They're not in there. That was quick, huh?
Or, Pegasus was a little cleverer than Yuugi gave him credit for, and had in fact chosen the opposite bathroom to sneak into. No one was in there, of course, not this late at night, and Kaiba, with all his habits, all his need of privacy...had automatically locked the door behind them.
He wasn't entirely pleased with the way events had transpired. Kaiba and Yuugi...they'd worked together to make things just a little too hard for him to squeeze himself in the middle of, and he did, in fact, have a flight tonight. Hours from now, he'd be back on his way to America, and they hadn't discussed the contracts to his satisfaction.
Or really, much of anything to his satisfaction.
"You're naughty, Kaiba boy," he says airily, as the young vampire stands with his back to the sinks. He crosses his arms, and although there's a haze of something clouding his eyes, he still bites, as he always does.
"Why, because I won't hand it over to you? My company is mine and mine alone. It's for my brother and I to run, not you."
"Don't be testy now, I'm not really sure I'm in the mood. And you~! Are playing dumb, aren't you?"
At that, Kaiba frowns. Playing...dumb? What the hell is he talking about.
Pegasus sighs, then closes the distance between them, shoving Kaiba back until he stumbles into the sink counter, and he'd lose his footing if not for Pegasus moving quickly to hoist him up, seat him between the two sinks and against the mirror. It surprises the younger man, and he lets out a gasp.
"Here I thought you might take care of that one, if I just pressed a little more. I don't like sharing my things, Kaiba boy."
Ice blue meets dark azure, and Kaiba's confusion melts away, because it doesn't suit Pegasus's needs. He won't give the memories back, but he wants a pliant man, someone who would let him draw close, and who wouldn't tell about the pointed canines encroaching upon his neck. Oh, he'd never bite there, but what a temptation, to sink his teeth in and steal the life from Kaiba's veins, straight from the source.
Yuugi did taste quite good, he could understand why Seto wouldn't want to end his existence.
"Don't," Kaiba mutters. "Who are you...?"
"Oh, what a tiresome question. You ask it all the time. Just sit back, and let me taste you, how about that?
Time is short. Tick-tock, tick-tock."
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No, not just the movement. Not just the getting up and running, but his own rashness. Something was wrong, but...if Kaiba -- a vampire who could move faster than human understanding -- couldn't defend himself, then what the hell could Yuugi do?
He couldn't stand around doing nothing, though.
He couldn't stand around when someone he cared about was in danger!
His stomach lurched as he stumbled into the bathroom.
No one.
No one was in there. Where did they go? They were heading this way? Did they--
His stomach swooped, his throat burned. His hands twitched and twisted and he practically shoulderchecked the stall open and fell to his knees in front of the bowl.
And something...
Thick.
Coppery.
Acidic.
Came out of his mouth and into the bowl with the loud sound of a retching man.
Kaiba and Pegasus might recognize the smell, actually. Should humans be retching up blood, I wonder?
Why?
Why was he vomiting blood? This wasn't normal, it was like he was puking up bile or vomit but it was just streams of blood coming out of his mouth.
Why?
Why the hell was this happening to him?! He needed to go see a doctor, he needed to go to a hospital, but he couldn't stop!
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He ceases in kissing and mouthing Seto's shoulder at the mark of their bond, the first place he'd ever bitten, and pulls away from him. Kaiba's eyes are brilliantly glowing, red and hungered. His fangs were fully extended, mouth parted slightly.
Understandable, because Pegasus can also smell Yuugi. They can both hear what's happening, and Pegasus, of course, has his suspicions on the matter, but the most important part here is to control the one beneath him.
"Sssh," he croons, pressing a finger to Kaiba's lips. "Be calm. We'll go together."
He doesn't expect Kaiba to lunge forward, to grab at his wrist and dig claws into Pegasus's pale skin, drawing blood.
"Mine."
Seto Kaiba's eyes are predatory, fighting against the soothing euphoria of Pegasus's influence. And although he's weak, and sick, and by all accounts shouldn't be able to, he shoves Pegasus away, fingers scrabbling with the lock to open the door. He moves so fast that the door flies open, and only Pegasus catching it prevents it from flying off its hinges.
Kaiba is in the other bathroom within seconds, behind Yuugi before he could conceptualize the very idea, and wrapping both arms around him, even as the blood spilled into the toilet in waves of sickness. Waste. Such waste...it's enough to make Kaiba weep, but instead he pulls Yuugi close to him. His hands are trembling.
"You...smell like paradise."
It's not a very him thing to say, now is it?
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What the hell was going on with him?! Why was he...?!
"Nnnn...Ka..."
What the actual fuck was he doing?
"He...help...T-Too...much...Too...F-full..."
Full? Full of what? This wasn't the time to have his eyes grow dull and his body go limp. This wasn't the time to lean into the man behind him like he was his only salvation to this pain that was literally going to kill him if he didn't act right now?!
Get up!
Get up, move!
Why wasn't he moving?!
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Kaiba leans in close, his body melding over Yuugi's, as he follows the instinct of his kind. Fangs ghost over Yuugi's skin, then prick at his throat. So soft, barely a puncture. But he seals his lips against it, and draws in whatever he can get.
Give him your life, Yuugi, every bit of you, until he can drink no more.
Pegasus just watches them both, having locked this door now. Interesting. Very, very interesting. Yuugi's blood calls to him too, but it's not as effective on someone like him versus a fledgling who could barely control his impulses at the best of times.
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Gods, yes. It felt...right. This felt right! To have Kaiba's lips against his throat, sucking in every drop of his life. The screams in his head grew quiet, his thoughts grew still...
Yes.
Yes, this is what he needed. He was too full. So...so full...
He needed Kaiba.
He needed Kaiba to...
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He can't stop...he can't, not so long as the flow practically drowns him. He'd keep drinking too, until he'd drained Yuugi dry, or something stood between them. He'd never, not once in his life, felt as if he might finally be so full that he couldn't bear to take anymore.
Pegasus continues to watch, not yet ready to intervene. But with this situation...he'll certainly have to.
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Considering the circumstances, it was almost as though that flush of life was always a bit too...intense. Like Yuugi was a bit full.
He sagged in Kaiba's grip, more and more languid as he continued to feed.
"Thank...you..." He mumbled. "Not...full anymore...C'n...c'n stop..."
Not that he was in much of his right mind. His eyes were blank and his body moved on autopilot. Yuugi Mutou long ago checked out, leaving his body and its needs to remain.
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For the first time since he'd been turned, Kaiba's jaw slackens, and he pulls away on command, because the truth was that he couldn't take another drop from Yuugi even if he wanted to. The warmth of the sun flows in his body, and so fresh off a feed, his skin actually looks like that of a living person. He's flushed, bright and wanting, and the final instinct he heeded was to run his tongue along the bites, letting his saliva seal the wounds.
Then, all of a sudden, he sits back, his expression completely blanked. He may as well be a doll with the strings cut. The only thing that he managed to keep hold of was Yuugi, pulling him closer to his chest like a beloved prize.
Pegasus settles a hand in Kaiba's hair, stroking through the strands with a familiar fondness. Kaiba, of course, gives no reaction. It's like he isn't home anymore.
"Well, well. Aren't you a perfect little wellspring, Yuugi boy?" he says with a hum as he walks towards the toilet Yuugi had previously been retching into. He flushes it, to clear the evidence, then takes a knee before the young man.
"Kaiba boy is a greedy one too, to match. He took all he wanted, and you know--he's never had such an indulgent meal as that! Even if I left him to his own devices, he'd never be able to get you out of here. He's riding high, you've filled him completely! And..."
Pegasus takes that moment to run a thumb across Kaiba's cheek, prompting him to shift forward. Filled completely indeed, Yuugi would be able to feel the pressure of something pressing against him. Something unmistakable.
"I'll tell you a secret: Vampires can only feel physical arousal if they're well-fed. Good thing feeding goes hand in hand with good feelings, right~? Would you let him have you like that, completely? I'm so curious, because I could feel that little green monster at the back of your mind, Yuugi boy! That monster called jealousy."
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But deep down in that lonely heart, that green monster dwelled.
"Yes." He whispered it like a shameful secret, even as his blank eyes stared up at Pegasus with no visible emotion.
"I care about him a lot," he murmured. "And he's beautiful. Nobody's ever touched me like that, and I'd love it if he did."
It was a good thing that he was fresh from being fed on and Pegasus had a...way with people, because you couldn't get those thoughts out of Yuugi with a crowbar otherwise.
"I'm so lonely."
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The affect slips slightly. Now Pegasus puts a hand to Yuugi's chin, tilting his head up. Look into his eye, little Yuugi. Look into the eternity contained within, and see if you can find the end of it.
"He's beautiful, I grant you. Beautiful in his pain, his suffering, his loneliness. But you're mistaken, if you think he's the kind of person who would want to touch you.
I've seen his thoughts. Everything is a means to an end. 'We're not friends, I owe a debt'. How unkind, really. And yet he wouldn't kill you. The strength in his heart is immeasurable. You're the only thing that unravels him.
You," Pegasus continues, and this time he leans in close to Yuugi's ear, whispering it as if its a secret, "are the one who could take everything from him. His company. His brother. All he's worked for. Because inevitably, you'll get him caught."
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"No," He whispered back, lilting and soft, "I saw him. He played a game with me, he talks to me like a friend. He doesn't have friends because he isolates himself...but I played a game with him. I talked to him."
Perhaps you can see the memories flit in Yuugi's thoughts, Pegasus?
The two of them on Yuugi's bed, intensely playing Liar's Dice like old friends.
A younger Yuugi sitting on the couch with his grandfather, watching Kaiba duel with the intensity of a champion.
Yuugi trying to wear the equivalent of Kaiba's ridiculous affect, except he wore his jacket like a cape as he stepped into the dueling ring.
"He doesn't...know how to have friends. Even if I'm a means to an end, I don't mind, if it makes him happy. I want to protect him and keep him safe, and I'd...I'd never let him get caught. Not now, not ever."
A sniff.
A single sniff as tears fall from his eyes and down his cheeks.
It looks like his inner feelings go quite deep, don't they.
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"Being a means to an end...isn't the same thing as making someone happy. You should remember that. Or that's what I would say, if I thought you ought to remember this at all.
How unfortunate, hm?"
Yuugi's feelings run ridiculously deep. The reason he wanted to work for Kaiba, and why it was a dream? Sure, it was to bring the joy of games, a lofty and laudable goal. But it seems he also admired the man from afar, and aspired to...what? To succeed? Maybe to grow closer?
"You want him to love you, don't you? Why not see what that's like?"
Yuugi's dream? Now that's the childish one. But Pegasus understands it, and he even gives Yuugi some of what he wants. It's as simple as whispering a suggestion in Seto's mind, because he could do that. He had the power to do that to Seto, and Seto only.
Yuugi Mutou is as dear to you as a lover. You've waited so long for him, your heart has known no other.
And with that, Kaiba's grip around Yuugi tightens, slotting them closer together. One leg gently crosses with Yuugi's, as if to somehow pull him closer, and Kaiba breathes a gentle, unusually warm breath across the other man's ear.
"You're beautiful," he whispers reverently. "You're mine..."
And he sounds as if he means it, more than he could mean anything at all.
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"Yours," Yuugi whimpered, "Only yours."
If he was in his right mind, he would have been horrified. How dare someone use his emotions to play with both him and Seto like toys like this?!
They were not dolls for Pegasus to play with as he pleased.
(They were, though. They were under his thrall and Yuugi was none the wiser to any of this. Not his desires, and most definitely not what was happening in this bathroom.)
But all he could feel was fulfillment in this embrace, in Seto's words.
Someone he respected and admired so much thought he was beautiful. Thought he was worth it. Touched and held him close and coveted him with the kind of warmth he'd always yearned for--
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And then he plants a gentle kiss at the side of Yuugi's neck. There's nothing hungering for his blood in that, it's just...hunger to touch. Hunger to be with him.
And that's when Pegasus leans in close, and he smiles as he stares into Yuugi's eyes.
"It's cruel, to take this memory. But it's not real anyway, and it's not yours. Seto Kaiba is mine."
Pegasus presses their foreheads together, and Yuugi will likely feel something blinding and white. The light of removal, followed by the darkness of unconsciousness.
Whatever happens in between is a blur, for the both of them. Yuugi's rendered unconscious, and Pegasus is left alone with Kaiba, to correct what needed correcting, and to make sure he left in the same state he'd entered. Sure, it required a little bit of work, but...in the end, the story was easily crafted.
Kaiba had nearly lost consciousness, tired as he was, clearly suffering from a bit too much caffeine, but Yuugi had been worse off. Hungry, tired, and crashing from too much coffee--of course he was ready to drop. As a final courtesy to the Kaibas and to the company, Pegasus drives them all to the hospital, where Yuugi can be properly cared for, while the brothers join him simply out of...well, for Mokuba it's legitimate concern, and for Seto, it's duty, isn't it? He owes Yuugi.
Despite feeling jittery from the coffee he'd had, he was surprisingly rejuvenated. Maybe Yuugi's blood was finally doing him a favor.
Mokuba has definitely been shooting him sideways glances though, because actually, from the outside, Seto looks pretty much like he did before ending up turned. Clothes no longer hung loosely, supported by his broad shoulders and strong arms, and even his facial features were more filled out. He looked altogether less angular and sickly.
It's got Mokubaa little concerned, but...if Seto's doing better, that's good right?
They don't speak--they don't have time. Seto's working off a laptop, and Mokuba's using his phone to arrange things while they keep Yuugi company in his room, and wait for him to wake up.
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Flushed cheeks practically glowed in the light of the hospital room, spiked hair down and fanning over the pillow as he shifted under the blankets.
...
This wasn't his room.
First of all: his arm hurt. It was like there was something mildly sharp in it, stabbing him continuously, almost like--
"Nnnn..."
An IV. There was an IV in his right arm with plenty of tape, as though it had been adjusted multiple times. There was minor swelling around the site, so it was possible that it needed to be changed again.
"Wha..."
Slowly, Yuugi sat up, and he brushed errant strands of hair out of his face. His hair usually spiked up on its own with minimal assistance, but there were days when it would hang down like this.
What happened...?
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Mokuba is of course the first one up, moving to Yuugi's side and beginning to fuss.
"How are you feeling? Do you need anything?"
Kaiba continues typing, for the most part, but he does give a sidelong glance at Yuugi. Is that some concern, or...?
"It's about time."
Yikes, maybe not.
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Yuugi seemed okay, if not a little tired.
"No, I'm..."
Yuugi smiled sheepishly before wincing just a bit.
"... okay. My arm just hurts a little."
He paused.
"Sorry about all this."
All this being... what, exactly?
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