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Purple Clouds, Black Stars, Revenge

Chapter 1: Restless Eyes

"Nii-sama, must you look so bored . . . geez these are some of the richest men in the world," spoke Mokuba Kaiba as he brushed stylish long bangs away from his forehead, the tips bleached. It was a new and enchanting look among junior executives.

"I'm only here at your request and to insure you don't throw away one million dollars on some new creation," Seto huffed, which in itself a very rare gesture.

"Brother, have I not proven to be a good business man," Mokuba fringed hurt, flaunting his puppy dog eyes which were reserved for Seto.

"I still don't trust this guy. Who is he and what exactly is he selling? Sounds like a fancy computer to me." Seto looked over the specs again.

"Nii -sama, please you're embarrassing. This is strictly social hour and business will follow, then negotiations and hopefully rewarding relationships with develop." Mokuba waved for an attendant to take the folder from Seto and replace it with a drink, labeled diet soda.

He continued to survey the room and he had to admit the business men assembled were quite impressive. However Seto, after years of running his company never learned how to relax or socialize, so he was very uncomfortable. Mokuba was the exact opposite and he enjoyed the fruits of his labor whenever possible which meant often. Being young, attractive, gay, and fitly rich had its advantages in the private circles of wealth. It's like the gentle giant once said, 'if you know where to go.' Hell Mokuba had all the connections, some of which he created for the sake of privacy.

'It's about time Nii-sama got a little before it falls off,' Mokuba chuckled to himself. You see mixing pleasure and business had become a hobby, the black haired beauty succeeded at with great results. Mokuba's generation felt very comfortable with their sexual preference. Recently the doors were open to older guys and those straight men on the download. Again Mokuba chuckled, thinking about his stiff brother, 'Seto you are not only on the down low; you're so far down the sun isn't shining.'

"I've got a business to run, Mokuba. When will the bidding start so I can get the hell out of here?" Kaiba's fingers rubbed the sore muscles which rested on the inside of that damn collar. He hated those starchy white shirts almost as much as the men who wore them. They were all criminals in his eyes. Yet tonight this group not only dressed in sports jackets and tight jeans, many had their necks exposed.

"Nii-sama," the calculating, bothersome brother immerging spoke, "You need to relax just a little. I told you not to wear that shirt."

"Shit I can't relax with these morons' breathing down my neck it's disgusting," Seto glared at a set of blue eyes staring at him. "I'm sure they want some of my money."

"Oh that," Mokuba's eyes widened at the smiles directed at his brother; he's so dense. Seto had no idea just how hot he had become, 'Mr. Aloof'. "Seto it's not your money they want. Well I'm going to talk to a friend, later."

"What . . . what in the hell does that mean? What is going on here, you rich little shit?" Seto hissed out the words between fake smiling. Mokuba had that sneaky look in his eyes. "Don't you move a hair out of place until you explain the eyes and smiles coming my way?" Seto grabbed for his little bratty brother pending him down with his classical glare. Of course Mokuba just glared back. "I swear, Mokuba you'll wake up and find I have separated your hair from that sneaky head."

"Nii-sama, you wouldn't. . . . Would you?" Mokuba smiled not in the lease bit intimidated, just amused to see the CEO excited. 'Yeah and it wasn't work that made him nervous.'

"Well. . . . Ok. . . Nii-sama look over there at those two guys." Mokuba spoke. "Consider this a free lesson in dating."

Not far away a young man, with model qualities casually took a handkerchief from his lapel and pretended to drop it on the smooth hard wood floor. The other guy kneeled down and retrieved the silk red cloth, but Seto saw him slip something inside the man's hand. Mokuba smiled.

"It's a new age; we don't wear earrings on the left side or was it the right? Nor flaunt bracelets, or hats turned to the side, or whatever your generation used as a means of identification. Just a handkerchief turned down over the lip of your pocket. It suggests you are looking. If you are interested you can drop it or at least pass a card to the other. You can examine the card and investigate the others qualities at your leisure. Look I have four cards; two of which I will check out later. White means you are into group encounters, or wild parties. "

"Mokuba,"

"It's ok, Nii-sama I'm just looking tonight." Mokuba blushed. "My colors are blue anyway. I'll explain later." Mokuba winked and walked away.

Kaiba, with fear in his heart allowed his glance to drift down to the pocket above his right breast. There neatly folded a bright red handkerchief lay in his pocket. 'You little brat . . .' whispered Kaiba. He took the offending cloth out and slung it to the floor, bad move. Two men made a bee line to the brunette. His glared caused one of the men to cringe but the other persisted in his quest to be recognized.

"Excuse me Kaiba-sama. I'm here . . . ." the young man was cut off by the harsh words coming from the CEO.

"There has been a mistake; I'm not in the market for games." Seto didn't even look up at the young man. He was on fire and Mokuba was in the middle of the flame.

"Sir, there's been a small mistake, which I can make clear. You've already secured my services for the night. It's stated clearly in the invitation. I'm Amed; an example of the product being sold tonight."

"What the hell, is this a joke?" hissed Kaiba.

"I'm to be your personal servant tonight. As you can see I've been personally crafted to fit your personal profile. It's a feature of Mr. Amelda's program. If I fell to please you in any way I apologize and the appropriate measures will be taken to correct the problem. There is very little about you that I don't know."

"What . . . . This is insane." Seto turned to leave and he looked up for the first time at the young man standing in front of him. The boy's scent touched Seto; dark almond with a touch of spice.

"Mmm. . . Nice," he thought. His attire consisted of royal blue lounge pants; neatly pleated, not gathered. It was easy to tell the creature had long shapely legs. The pants stopped just below his navel where dark chocolate hairs danced around the band. Inside his navel cavity a blue diamond complimented the picture. Seto's hands ached for the first time to touch it, but years of discipline held his desires in place. Cream silk draped his upper body and a short shirt stop just below his breast bone. 'Damn his fantasies rolled up into one neat bundle.' He though.

'Shit his waist is so tiny,' thought Kaiba. His hands would easily circle and inexperienced fingers longed to touch. Already he could feel the softness of the young man's his pale skin much like his own. Kaiba secretly waxed his body monthly. Amed's skin was lightly dusted with shimmering power.

Seto eyes roamed over the young man's body again and stopped at the well packaged budge in his pants. 'Maybe this affair had promise after all.' Seto mused, but he flinched at the next sight. The young man had flaming red hair, with gold highlights. Seto's libido kicked in and he started to fall over a cliff in his mind. His hair was cut at varies angles and accented his large exotic eyes. The eyeliner, dark coal only added to the allure he possessed. Deepest of emerald orbs looked directly into piercing blue. 'Ah . . . . Well he got the eye color wrong.' Seto smirked. 'I prefer silver, deep sparkling silver.'

Each asset was more astounding than the one before and Seto's eyes penetrated the young man's very soul. He could feel the strength behind the CEO. When the young man applied for this job the training almost broke his ego; he looked down slightly with his hand clasp close together and he waited for Seto to continue his inspection. It wasn't an act when his legs started to tremble.

Seto eyes lingered on the young man's face. Nice sharp lines, high cheeks bones. Even though the color was off it resurfaced long lost memories, but the clarity was lost. It was more of a feeling of wanting something that he was denied; but what?

"This is crazy I'm so going to kill you Mokuba!" clearly flushed Seto shifted uncomfortably. 'What in the hell does the red cloth mean. Mokuba I swear.'

"Kaiba-sama, if I am not to your taste, I'm sure we can make adjustments." Amed's voice dripped with honey and implied services. The young man picked up the handkerchief so spitefully thrown away and gave it back to the CEO.

"Umph . . . ." Seto looked nervously around; he was clearly out of his environment. He looked at the cloth and laughed lightly. "Please return this to your master. I'm leaving."

"Sir, the presentation is about to begin. Please follow me." His eyes beckon the CEO to comply.

"Whatever," Seto growled.

The servant extended a gloved hand and directed the CEO to his private chambers. In the small but luxurious chambers Seto surveyed the set up with awe. 'The guy has taste and a lot of excess cash; but who.' Mentally he narrowed down the playing field to possibilities. Only twenty or so men in the world possessed this much power and he knew half of them personally. He'd just didn't know their sexual preference. 'Ok, I'll play until boredom overtakes my senses.'

The servant took Kaiba's coat and motion to a large leather chair behind a marble desk. The desk was complete with laptop, monitor, fax, personal access to banks for cash, and worldwide phone lines. All in all a compact unit, yet it was very different from the norm. The set up was tailored to his individual taste, down to color of the equipment and furniture. The designer also made the minor adjustments Seto needed while working on the keyboard with his left hand; they with precise.

Special glasses brought everything in eye sight with complete clarity. The glasses were use as a demonstrational tool which allowed a playback of the earlier group activities in the salon. It was amazing to see the activities of the business men as they flirted with each other and exchanged cards.

"Kaiba-sama," May I . . . . He stood behind a small bar and proceeded to make a drink. Sparkling water, splash of orange, olives, and a lemon twist. Expertly Amed twisted the lemon over the ice and sprinkled just a pinch of salt on top. Seto smirked and took the drink. The chill was a welcomed distraction to his confusing thoughts. 'He knows too damn much.' Next he swallowed the tiny eggs on the crystal plate and smirked as the oysters slid down his long throat.

Amed walked by the temporally sedated CEO and scented him again with his aura. He brushed his leg discreetly giving Seto a touch of the softness underneath the fine cloth and bowed just low enough to allow a few straight single strains of hair to touch Kaiba's heated cheeks.

"Is the drink to your liking?" The single red locks tickled his flushed cheeks.

Seto grabbed for the young man's gloved hand and pulled him closer. "Cut the bullshit . . . What does your master really want from me?"

"Sir, you're hurting me." Amed eyes grew wide, but he did not pull away.

"So you aren't a machine, but flesh and blood. Do you bleed as well?" Seto's experience with virtual reality had almost cost Mokuba his life and the CEO's sanity. He did not like games unless he was the one in control.

"Sir?"

Kaiba released his hold on the young man and removed the glove. He was motivated by curiously and not a sense of caring. Kaiba lifted a fine wrist with long fingers and freshly manicured nails; lovely. A very thin red bruise started to appear, yet the boy continued to allow Kaiba's ministrations.

"What's next . . . Amed? What other services do you provide?"

The young man blushed.

"Welcome." a voice rang out and silence covered the room.

"Gentlemen, I sincerely hope you have enjoyed the hospitality and made new relationships or renewed old ones." The young man came from the back of the room and moved to the front of the stage behind a huge monitor. The podium was made of solid gold which glimmered in the darken room and highlighted the area around the man.

His presence cast a spell on those in attendance; his words captivating. He was flanked by two young guards. The man chose to wear a causal suit and underneath a tight red body shirt that stopped below his nipples. Dark shades covered his flawless skin and the mystery continued, no one knew his identity.

Seto settled back in his leather chair and Amed adjusted the seat to fit. 'Mmm . . . . I know this man . . . but where, how?'

"Turn on your monitors and review the data given to each one of you. I'm sure all your questions will be answered. Or watch me in your private monitor if that is your pleasure."

The presentation was a combination of slides and financial figures, but the real deal rested in the personal touch Amelda offered; "Take your business everywhere and I'll provide all your needs." The young genius could tailor your systems to fit in a car, plane, or yacht. You'd have complete privacy and access to all your business and personal life. Checking e-mails, faxing, incompliant secretaries, missed calls; in the past. Instead a personal servant trained to your specification, would provide services away from the office. "Business to go, try on the glasses located in your desk." The glasses showed a recap of the activities in the salon earlier. Down to the sounds and handkerchiefs passed; even the writing on the business cards was visible. With another control you could easily make contact with whomever you wanted; amazing.

Only a few men in the room understood the full scope of this program, because they had a servant in the chambers with them. Kaiba was one, but his eyes were straining to phantom this man in the room.

"I propose to sell this equipment to those with means. The bidding will start and contracts will be made." Amelda took a sip of water and scanned the room. He walked around the room and spoke to a few old associates, yet he chose to completely ignore Seto Kaiba.

Seto laughed and continued to punch in figures on his keyboard. In ten minutes the game shifted to a sexy brunette. Seto motioned for Amed to fix another drink and watched as the guards delivered a message to the elusive beauty.

"Gentlemen, Gentlemen, I'm sorry, but the bids are all closed." He spoke sharply.

"Closed?!" murmurs flew across the silence in the room.

"But we just started!!" the small crowd yelled.

"It appears someone has bought my company for over a billion dollars. If you can top that I'm open for negotiations within the next two hours." Amelda glanced at the dark chamber in the corner of the room.

"Billion dollars in cash . . . nobody has that kind of money! Is this a joke?!" a man in back spoke out loud.

"I've spend a lot of money to see this and have it installed and now it's not available!"

"Gentlemen, relax . . . ownership as changed and the timing. However I have been assured the services will be available in the near future. Now unless there is a counter offer I bid you goodbye." Amelda motioned for his body guards to come forward.

"Goodbye, but we don't know who you are, please sir."

Amelda received another private message on his person computer attached to the dark glasses he wore.

"Mmm . . . yes . . . I see." He smiled.

"It appears part of the condition with this contract is that I remain anonymous. Sorry guys."

"Ahh . . . . How cruel."

"Next time boys," Amelda winked sinfully.

Amelda smiled and left the room, accompanied by his two bodyguards. He leaned slightly on a gold cane offered to him. Things were moving along beautifully.

"So you cracked my system, I'm moved." The redhead spoke into the small voice box attached to the frame on his glasses.

"Childs play . . . but you knew that." Seto smirked and closed the monitor he enjoyed looking through the glasses at his prize. "So where is your handkerchief?"

"I didn't know you were looking; did you not find your escort pleasing?" a hint of sarcasm flowed from his voice.

"He was flawed." Seto replied flatly.

"Impossible, but we can discuss that later. I myself have no time for such games. I prefer a certain sophistication the young have not cultivated." The red head curled his lips seductively into a pout. He knew Kaiba was watching his every move. He removed the suit coat and causally stretched.

"Um . . ." every muscle ripped and Seto motioned for his pet to perch on his lap.

"So, Amed will do as I command?" Seto placed his hands on the firm muscle underneath his shirt.

"Of course, he's yours."

"You are . . . . "

"My own master," smirked Amelda.

"I see," Seto motioned his servant to the bar; he did not want to play games.

"You remind me of someone I met long ago. Someone I held close in my arms after a long battle in the air. He was a man of many faces. I never forgot his heart beating against my chest. He disappeared and I never saw his face again, but I will always remember the beat of his heart against my chest. It haunts my dreams." Kaiba watched the man for a reaction, but only received a blank stare.

"So the rumors I've heard are not all true. . . . But never mind." Seto could hear the frustration in the Amelda's voice.

"We have much to talk about, now that I own you," Kaiba chuckled low in his throat.

Ignoring his comments Amelda continued to speak, "Amed come closer to the CEO, and we have a final surprise for him. You know what I ask, do it now." Amed removed the contacts that covered his eyes. Gone were the emerald green orbs and in its place Seto lost his senses to the silver orbs of a most majestic quality. It took him several seconds to gain control and quail the beating of his heart.

"Flawed you say . . . I think not." Amelda laughed out loud. "Now I have an office to clear out and affairs to put in order." Amelda removed the glasses from his face and turned on a private monitor. His boss was calling for the results of today's events.

Oooooooo

In another country, in a city of gold a man set on a throne and waited.

"So it appears our plan is set in motion, my son." The older man spoke with hatred in his heart.

"Yes, my father everything is as you wish it to be." Amelda continued to converse with his ally the word revenge heavy in his heart.

Oooooo

Raphael: Hey, Amelda isn't the only hot guy on a bike. I want a story too.

Sherabo: Well, we will let the reviewers decide. Should we give Raphael a star role, I do sorta' like those side burns…..hot stuff…..

Raphael: Hey I need a little support out there, reviewers, write me in…..please.

Sherabo: Ok if we get a few reviews and requests, well it's up to the readers out there.

Votes and ideas are always considered. I feel a Bakura attack coming on, but not too sure. Maybe a twin thing. Help see you in chapter two.