~The Office: Pencil Pushing~

xxxYUGIOHXHP Crossover Lemon Yaoi (lemon later) A.U FUN . So for all those who have been dying to see a SetoKaibaxHarryPotter yaoi, an M rated one at that

xxxxI DO NOT OWN YUGIOH OR HARRY POTTER "XXX

Domino Central Hospital:

One thing you had to accredit KaibaCorp for -along with excellent merchandise, was the excellent health-care the worker's got. Laying in a curtain-surrounded bed, a pale body gently moved beneath the covers in a comfortable sequence -showing that he was sleeping quite fine considering. The doctors said it was a miracle that Harry Potter had been able to survive in his position, and very quickly, his noted emergency contact(s) were dug up from the paperwork and contacted.

This is what led the platinum-blond to where he was now, sitting beside Harry's bed with one leg over the other, with a copy of 'Teen People' perched on his lap.

"Come on Hunter, wake up," sighed the blond.

After another forty minutes, the blond heard a very soft groan, as long lashes blinked up to reveal a set of rather defeated green eyes.

"Harry...Hunter," said the man delicately, the boy in the bed flinched.

"...N-Nobody has called me that in...ye-since...the...war," his voice was so weak, dry and cracked. The blond could barely associate Harry with it, he smirked a bit though as Harry cautiously peered up to get a closer look.

'Is that who I think it is?' he thought, mind ablurr.

"You listed me as an emergency contact Hunter, I'm surprised really, I thought you were out the game when you moved to the muggle world yet you still included me in your medical papers," said the voice dryly. Harry then knew who the slicked back, smarmy platinum-blond was, recognition dawned on him.

"Draco Malfoy...known to the Ministry Defence League as Archilledes?" quoted Harry raspily with a very worn smile that wasn't quite a smile which somewhat hurt to look at.

"Right on the galleon Potter, good to know your brain isn't that messed over," said Malfoy frankly, there was a silence, Harry slowly sat upright and leaned against the hospital bed-board. Malfoy stared carefully at Harry then shook his head, for someone that had just been sodomized against his will by a couple of goons and was left to rot, he posed as if perfectly fine. But, if you knew Harry like he did, you could tell from the look in his eyes and lazy tilt of the head that he wasn't feeling okay.

"Look, the muggle poh-leez people told me what happened," said Malfoy darkly.

"-And whilst I'm not into this emotional garbage -even back in the war, I gotta say, this would even set me back a bit. How're you coping?" asked Malfoy as casually as he could, feeling awkward, it was funny how they used to be arch-enemies, then faught against each other for the first half of the great war.

Only to end up fighting side by side in the last remaining resistance, ah...memories.

Harry sighed and gave his fellow veteran a tired look.

"I'm so tired even after the war...they won't...let me rest," whimpered Harry, choking back tears from the urge to just cry so much from wanting to give up.

"Who's 'they', Hunter?" asked Malfoy, with a raised brow, hoping it wasn't who he thought it was.

"The red headed bitch-witch," said Harry dryly, Malfoy cringed and shook his head.

"I thought you were out the game," said Malfoy eventually.

"I am!" cried out Harry in weak denial "I..am,"

"I work for a muggle company now! A-a boring desk job! No more explosions or magic or home-wrecking witches!" insisted Harry.

Malfoy shook his head, and tossed away the copy of 'Teen People' from his lap and gave Harry his undivided attention.

"Look Potter, when I heard what happened I came over to this drab world knowing you through and through. You'd either go nuts, lock your feelings up and whatever the end result it'd come out in a magical disaster of astronomic proportions. You're a Gryffindor through and through with poor self-control and the media would hop on this like hotsauce the second the ministry picked up on magic infront of muggles on a mass scale -then, your cover and "fresh start" would be blown," concluded Malfoy.

"And you cared enough to travel to the muggle world just to stop me from losing my far and few marbles?" said Harry in utter disbelief, folding his arms to his chest.

"Well...there is a reason, you know the saying 'A Hero's Work is Never Done' right? Well, during the government reform going on while you left..violent the odd terror group has sprouted -from the survivors, non-confirmed Death Eater's and Death Eater descendants," said Malfoy, who was greeted with a surprisingly cold response.

"-And this is my problem, why, exactly? Look, I gave half my life and am currently having the rest of it bitterly poisoned, I've faught a war once already and am entitled to some peace!" pleaded Harry.

"I..I know Hunter, and I'm sorry but, there is another reason I contacted you, we've hit a snag, it involves a couple of magical Egyptian artefacts, a loony terrorist group and your current employer," said Malfoy bluntly.

Harry rubbed his eyes and gave his comrade a very dry look that he knew all-too-well.

That, 'You've-Got-To-Be-Fucking-Kidding-Me?' look.

"I'll start from the beginning..."

Next Day:

After the nurse came in and cleaned up after his breakfast in bed, Harry flinched when a tall, dressed head-to-toe in black, shady, sunglasses-donning man had come in to visit, along with several others.

'W-What if it's those...goons?' Harry's body seized up for a moment, he felt disgusting for being so weak -filthy almost, yet another side of him wanted to spring off the bed and lunge if it was those men that had violated him and his home so harshly.

"Mister Potter, your emergency contact cleared an agreement with our boss, the hospital is dismissing and you will be able to return home," said one, nearing, only this allowed Harry an upclose look at the breast pocket of his blazer, which surely enough had 'KC' emblazoned on them.

KaibaCorp.

"However, in light of your circumstances, you will not be returning to...your home, you are cleared for a temporary-until-further-notice stay in one of the fully guarded KaibaCorp estates, particularly, the one-"

The goon was cut off when a small boy with long wild hair jumped out from behind with a large smile.

"-Me and my big brother live in!" he chirped.

Harry's eyes lit up -finally! Someone else he recognized!

"Mr. Mokuba!" he grinned, the boy gave a snicker back at his rather official title.

"You better believe it PA-guy!"

"-Harry,"

"Right,"

There was no sugarcoating what happened, Mokuba had read the graphic and disturbing details in the police incident report his brother hacked into and forgot to minimize at his laptop on break.

He felt so sorry for Harry he shed a tear when he read it, but now, he was playing dumb -pretend everything is hunky dory, hopefully big brother Seto will know what to do with him.

"Seto's in the limo, he wasn't sure if you'd be comfortable with it or not and was going to bring a separate one for you to follow onto on the way to Kaiba Mansion but I sorta convinced him to bring just the one so we could all get off on the right foot again before we live together-" rambled Mokuba until Harry cut him off by ruffling his hair.

"Well, you're very considerate and thank you...thank you so much," Mokuba stopped him from the relentless thanking, knowing how much it probably ripped Harry's pride to take shelter as if he was some sort of charity case.

What Malfoy had said earlier was also running through his mind, he said Seto Kaiba was in danger from some plot to do with some horcrux-like items from Egypt capable of 'Sending the world to utter doom' to quote the ever dramatic Malfoy.

Harry got his luggage and was signed out of the hospital, and then, led into a stretch limo, though his mind was utterly on the black suit Malfoy had dropped off on his visit.

Harry's old fighting gear when the Order of the Phoenix merged with the hit-wizard and auror group to form the Ministry Defence League -the only and biggest resistance group against Voldemort during the great war. Malfoy passed on everything Minister Scrimgoer had told him, and then left Harry his fighting-outfit and left him with the option to 'Get back in the game'.

After what happened though, those -thugs- just overpowering him by surprise and taking every liberty they could, taking every part of Harry's self respect from his being as they painfully abused his body. When Kaiba saw him again, his eyes widened just a touch as he stared at his rather shaken up PA. He had shaggier hair, paler skin and a not-so-sunny disposition that wrung just a tad...unstable. His mind seemed all there though, and infact Harry was doing extraordinary well with the situation.

"Potter," greeted Kaiba, as Harry sidled beside him in the limo and Mokuba excitedly sat in the front beside the chauffeur to play 'I Spy' with him as they drove.

"While you were temporarily incapacitated I put you on paid leave, you will start work again when and only when I permit you too and see you well enough to do your job efficiently in light of the rather disturbing events," said Kaiba stiffly.

"Thank you," he replied back humbly.

"On one more condition of your stay, this has to be kept utterly quiet," said Kaiba suddenly "-for your safety more then my reputation Potter,"

"I would, have set you up in a normal apartment and taken rent fee out of your wage, though due to the police intervention it'd be safer for you to be in a secured area. Every KaibaCorp estate is so heavily protected their all listed as the third most thief-proof in Japan," said Kaiba casually "-I could have set you up in one of those estates, but, are you aware of the amount of pressure your government is piling on me to keep you safe?" snapped Kaiba, then Harry shrunk back in shame.

"I'm...sorry?" he looked meek, in the upper wind-shield mirror, Mokuba's eyes narrowed, and Kaiba noticed this.

'Oh..you shout at a boy that's just been abused and let out of hospital and thrown into a new environment with his own boss, smart thinking' Kaiba thought sarcastically to himself -but he wasn't about to apologize for it.

"This way, if you're under my own roof, I can keep an eye on you, it's to be kept quiet -there's no need to draw attention to yourself if those thugs decide to rematch. While we do have top security measures, it's best not to stir trouble in the first place -got it?"

"Yes Sir, and I suppose having your PA live in the same residence be publicly known would seem highly inappropriately as it is," said Harry, voice tinged with a bit of...cheek?

"Potter. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were teasing me," said Kaiba testily, raising a brow.

"Just a bit," smiled Harry weakly.

Mokuba grinned from where he sat, it seemed, Harry was coping...slowly but surely.