Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes: Seto's Story ❯ Day Two: Confuse Me ( Chapter 7 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: kiokukaiba 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.14.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 335 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.14.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 335 | Status: Work In Progress
Behind Blue Eyes: Seto’s Story
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Important Note: It got a bit confusing in the last chapter where Seto begins to have memories of ‘a boy with blond hair and brown eyes’ that wasn’t Jounouchi. Some people were confused, thinking that it was Saki with different colorings. NO. That person is not Jounouchi and it is not Saki. It is a character that has already been introduced in the other story. . . haha, if that isn’t an obvious hint, I don’t know what is!
Enjoy chapter seven!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh. Surprising, right? (Yeah, it’s the same disclaimer as in the original chapter, lmao)
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Recap:
He felt silent and sat back down next to me. He scooted close as I watched him and. . . and he. . . he cupped my face in his hands, probably about to say something to make me feel better. . . or so I thought. . . but no. . .
Jounouchi Katsuya leaned forward swiftly and captured my lips in a chaste, yet gentle kiss.
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Warm lips against my own. Yes, Saki’s lips were always so soft and gentle and warm against my skin. Whenever he left trails of kisses across my body, I would shiver where the heat of his lips would retreat. . . and when he kissed my lips, I wanted him to stay there forever, just like that, holding my lips against his own. It was the most wonderful feeling, the most secure feeling in my life at that time. . . Saki is so kind to me. I began leaning against that strong, hot body of his in hopes that he would embrace me just as he always did. . .
. . . but he pulled away from me, and my body shivered as it hungered for more of his touch. I opened my eyes, and I could see him walking away from me. . . why was Saki leaving me? There was no one here to get between us.
“Don’t stop. . . don’t. . . don’t go away. . .” All I could do was beg him to stay with me, “Saki. . .”
I watched Saki stop in his tracks and turn back to me. Yes, that was it, just come back to me and don’t ever leave me, Saki. I felt his large, soft hands on my body as he lay me down on the. . . couch? Why was I on a couch? That didn’t matter. I felt so helpless when he arranged me as he pleased, but I was used to that kind of feeling when I was around men. Saki was always so gentle with me, though, unlike others. My body felt completely lifeless then and my eyes fell shut against my will.
Images flooded my mind. Images of my raven-haired God, Saki. . . images of my brown-eyed friend, Satoshi. . . then there were the children from the orphanage, and the children from school. Those were beautiful times. I remembered having races with friends like Haru, Daisuke, Yuki, Toru, and Kaori. . . so many names, but no faces. People rarely had faces in my memories. . . unless I had loved them dearly. Saki and Satoshi. . . their faces were very prominent. Satoshi had a young face when last I saw him living. He was my own age, but he died when he was only fifteen. . . his death was. . .
No, that’s not important.
Then there was. . . no, there is Saki. Saki is still very much alive. I met Saki when I was just fourteen years old. . . Saki was twenty-one. It really was a sick relationship, but. . . why did I love him so much? Why do I still love him, even after what he has done to me? I don’t want to love him anymore! I don’t want to love that monster anymore!
I opened my eyes, the warm streams of tears rolling down my cheeks now becoming known to me. Why was I crying? I lifted a hand to touch them, as though I didn’t believe in their existence. Perhaps it was this feeling that I always had. I always had a feeling that after Saki, there was no one for me. . . but just recently, that whole in my heart had felt, well, not so empty anymore. There was something in my life now that was healing my wounds. . . but what could it be?
Sitting up, I found myself still on the couch. I don’t remember laying down though. Where was Jounouchi? Geez, what in the hell had happened? The last thing I could recall was talking about killing Gozaburo and then. . . ah shit, I must have slipped off into lala land again. How annoying. That medicine needed to hurry the fuck up and start working. That’s what I get for switching medications like the stupid quack suggested. I’ll think twice before doing that again.
I wanted with all of my being to stop taking those pills altogether. . . but the last time I tried that. . . Well, it wasn’t pretty.
I glanced casually around the room. It was quiet except for the soft ticking of a clock that I didn’t know Jounouchi had. Probably because he was such a loud mouth all the time and therefore I couldn’t see it. Perhaps he had gone out somewhere. . . to hang out with Yuugi and the others or something. Whatever groups of friends do these days. I guess that I wouldn’t really know what to do if I had a group of friends like that. Would it be weird if I said that I was kinda jealous? Yeah? Okay, I won’t say it then. . . I’ll just think it.
Jounouchi. . . his father was a pathetic fuck. I could relate to him more than I could with his circle of friends. . . but still, we weren’t so similar. He was kind of my opposite, really. He was so optimistic whereas I, well, people had told me I was always pessimistic. He was all about playing and not working, while I was always all work and no play. Jounouchi surrounded himself with friends, and I shunned them all away. . . yeah, Katsuya was just my opposite. What was that saying about opposites?
Opposites attract.
Woah! Wrong saying! Holy shit. Me and Katsuya. . . Jounouchi, whatever. Hell no! Definitely no way. The thought made me shiver. I stood from the couch. Perhaps I would go update the Kaiba Corporation website and get such a foul thought out of my head before it corrupted something.
I edged slowly towards the hallway, but I kept remember things Jounouchi had said to me the other day. . .
“Yeah, I guess that you can do that sort of thing when you’re sexy and famous.”
“I’m not an ass.” “No, but you have a nice one.”
“What? You should know that you’re sexy. . . or do you not notice all of the babes that practically drool all over you.”
“Because you have a beautiful smile.”
Ugh! What the fuck was up with him! He said that he was straight, but then he started giving me reasons as to why it was alright for two guys to go out. . . I obviously have nothing against homosexuals. . . but still! He confused the fucked out of me.
As I made my way past the closed door of his fathers room, I heard some clicking. . . like a computer mouse. Yes, I could recognize that noise from a mile away. I was used to that sound, seeing as I was on the computer for a majority of my days. Was Jounouchi in there? I knocked on the door.
“Jounouchi?” I asked, my voice still groggy from apparently falling asleep on the couch. “Are you in there?” I leaned my ear against the door, trying to listen for any more movement.
“Yeah.” Came a muffled reply from within.
I turned the knob, surprised that it wasn’t locked, and the hinges screeched miserably as I inched the door open. There was a loud noise from within, and the door slammed shut against me, knocking me a few feet away.
“What the fuck?!” Was all I could manage to get out. What in the hell was he thinking? Why did he shut the door on me like that? “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“You don’t need to be in here!”
“You can’t hide shit, you asshole! We had an agreement!” I leaned against my side of the door, trying to push it open against his weight. He was heavier than I was, though.
Apparently the mutt stepped aside, for I found myself fighting to keep my balance as his weight disappeared and the door swung open. I gazed around the room the moment I was steady on my feet, and cocked an eyebrow at him.
“This is the big secret that you were hiding?” I laughed slightly. The room was littered with empty beer bottles and women’s underclothes. The smell from the couch was even stronger in this room. That same, dreadful smell that filled the air of a filthy bar around two in the morning. I reached down towards my feet, leaning back up with some mystery-slut’s bra clamped between my middle finger and thumb. “I kind of already guessed that your father was a pig.” I tossed the offensive clothing onto his fathers’ disarray bed.
“I just. . . it’s embarrassing.” He didn’t even bother to make eye contact with me.
“Why?”
“What?”
̶ 0;Why is it embarrassing? It’s not you’re fault he’s a slob.” I shrugged. “Oh yeah, did I fall asleep during our conversation?” I combed my left hand through my hair.
He seemed hesitant for a moment before answering, “Yeah, something like that.” He glanced down at his computer, “Can we do a little bit more work on our project?” I suppose that he noticed the funny look on my face when I heard that he wanted to do work. “What?”
“You asking to do schoolwork is strange.” I looked down at myself, realizing that I was still clad in my pajamas, “Can I get dressed first though? It’s after noon already.”
“I wish you’d get undressed.”
“Excuse me?” Please tell me that he didn’t just say what I think he said. . . then again, with all he has been saying lately. . .
“Nothing.” He was quick to answer.
I looked him up and down for a moment before turning to go down the hallway towards his room. I would let it go for now. It was probably better this way.
I kneeled on his bedroom floor, arranging the many outfits that I had packed so that I could see all of them. What to wear, what to wear. . .
“Just pick one, rich-boy.” Came Jounouchi’s unwanted commentary.
I shot a glare at him and then glanced back at my choices for attire, “I like them all though. . . which one do youthe most?” Isn’t this the sort of things friends did? Didn’t they help each other make choices and whatnot? I think that’s what friends do.
He seemed a bit taken aback, “What?”
Okay, so maybe friends didn’t do this kind of thing. . . I needed to play it off, “I’m indecisive and need your opinion. Give me an answer now and feel honored later.”
“Do you want my honest opinion or do you want me to say what most other guys would say?”
Again I turned and looked at him, arching my brow, “I think I’d rather hear what most other guys would say.” Yeah, with what Jounouchi has been saying lately, I probably didn’t want to hear anything from him.
“Well. . . the tightest, most revealing outfit to show off your ass, legs, and chest.”
I think I nearly choked on my own saliva. Most other guys would notthat. . . would they? “Dare I as for your honest opinion?”
“I don’t know, do you?”
“I do.” I pursed his lips, annoyed.
“Well then, close your eyes and spin around and wear whatever you stop at.”
“Umm, why?” That was the most random thing ever.
“Because it really doesn’t matter what you wear; you look good in everything.”
I stared at him for a long while, but turned away the moment I felt a blush begin to burn in my cheeks. I look good in everything? What the hell? I mean, I guess I looked decent in everything, but good? That comment should have really disgusted me, and it would have, had it come from someone other than Jounouchi; but somehow it sounded okay when he said it. Somehow, it was okay. . .
He kneeled next to me, “If you want a more straight (was that supposed to be a pun?) Answer, try the blue, collared dress-shirt with the black leather pants.”
I snatched the outfit from the floor, not at all disappointed with his decision, “Alright then, blue and black it is.”
He studied my various outfits for a bit, “You like leather, huh?” He trudged over to his bed, bouncing slightly as he sat upon it.
“Well, I don’t exactly look right in blue jeans, and you saw those awful green pants that I had dared to wear during Duelist Kingdom.” Those nasty things. . .
“The flares?”
“Ugh, spare me of the flashbacks. I only wore them because I figured they’d be easier to move around in.” I stood after shoving the other clothes back into their case, “Well, I’m going to go change.”
“Would it kill you to change in front of me?”
“I don’t change in front of perverts.” Okay, he was really crossing the line with the numerous sexual comments today.
“I’m not a pervert! Seriously, I just figured it wouldn’t bother you.” He hopped from his bed and slung open the chest of drawers, retrieving a forest green t-shirt and some khaki slacks and then proceeded to strip down until he was in his plaid boxers only, “See? What’s so difficult about that?”
I think that my eyes were probably the size of softballs by the time he finished, and the blush was likely too red to bother hiding. What in the hell was he doing? . . . he was really fit though, and was rather muscular. I definitely wouldn’t have pegged Katsuya as the type to work out or anything. . .
“Uh, y-yeah. . . I’m just going to go and-”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“Jounouchi, I’m not going to-”
“If you won’t, I will.”
“What?” Where was this conversation going?
“If you don’t take your clothes off, I’ll simply peel them away myself.” He grinned at me, and I felt very much afraid. . . this kind of thing was all-too familiar to me.
I growled and chucked the outfit at him, “You son of a fucking bitch!”
“What the hell?!”
“What the fuck is up with you?! Ever since I fucking got here, you’ve been trying to get in my fucking pants!” I gave my cruelest glare.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Oh come on! I don’t believe that bullshit for even a second!” I held a stern, accusing finger in his general direction.
“Kaiba, I’m not trying to-”
“BULLSHIT!”
“Can I kiss you?”
“What?” My arm dropped to my side, my anger slowly depleting. . . and then I registered in my mind what he had just asked, “You fucking pervert!”
He moved swiftly across the room, seizing me by the arms before I had a chance to react.
“Let go of me, you sick fu-”
His mouth crushed against my own. This wasn’t how kisses should be! Kissed were meant to be gentle and warm and sweet! Not this! This was awful! His tongue ran along my lips and I fought to keep my mouth clamped shut. . . but it was no use. It snaked it’s way in, exploring every region of my mouth.
I squirmed and fought against him, but he only reacted by shoving me against the wall, freeing his hands.
His fingertips ran down my jawbone and neck while my hands shoved at his head. I was trying with everything in my power to force us apart. . . but it were as though I wasn’t even moving! His mouth eventually, much to my happiness, came away from my own lips.
“Get off of me!” My eyes were clenched tightly closed and I was flailing wildly, “You’re ass will be in jail, you filthy son of a bitch!”
“Why don’t you just daze out like all the other times?!”
I stopped moving and he backed away. Daze out? Like all the other times? What? “What the fuck are you talking about?” He was probably trying to confuse me so that he could. . . could. . .
“Any other time something suggestive came up like this, you would go off in your own little world and start calling me ‘Saki’. . . but now that I actually planned on going through with things, you stay just as you always are!”
“You were going to-”
“That’s not the point!” He threw his hands up in the air, “You’ve been acting so fucking weird these past few days, and I sure as hell want to know why!”
“It’s not something that I can control. . .”
“Well then what the hell is it?!” He plopped back down on his bed and sighed. “At first I thought that maybe it was one of those illnesses that you have. . . the Post Traumatic one. . . but you have medicine for it, so-”
“It’s new.”
“What?”
“The medicine, it’s new. I switched medications to see if I could get better results. It takes a few days, sometimes a week, to make a clean switch.” My voice was losing it’s volume. I didn’t like this situation at all.
“Oh. . .” He scratched at his messy blonde hair - did I mention he was still clad only in boxers? - and then stood, “I guess that we should both get dressed now.”
“That we should.” I gathered up my clothes, which lay in a puddle on the floor after I had thrown them at that bastard in defense, and then went out the door. Was he really going to try and. . .
I poked my head back in the room, “Oh, and Jounouchi?”
“Yeah?”
“Were you really going to-”
“No, I was just trying to see if you’d daze out again.”
“Okay, I didn’t think so.” Yeah, he wasn’t that type of person. Jounouchi was weird, but he had a good heart. . . or something.
He smiled faintly and turned back towards the outfit he had picked out. I had to stifle a laugh when I saw the gaping hole in the back of his undershorts. Not that I was checking out his ass or anything. . . I mean, it was kind of hard not to notice white skin peeking out from plaid boxers.
“Katsuya?” I asked, using his first name by mistake. He whirled around quickly, “You need new boxers. . . those have a hole in the ass.” With that, I made my way towards the bathroom.
I made sure to lock the door, just in case Jounouchi tried to make me a test subject again. Trying to see if I would daze out, huh? Something inside of me wanted to trust him, but the logical half of me was screaming ‘bullshit’ at the top of its lungs. I really wondered.
I made quick work of dressing, using Jounouchi’s brush (after rinsing it in the sink) to get my hair just the way I wanted it. I looked myself over in the mirror. I looked kind of pissed off. . . did I always look like that?
“Because you have a beautiful smile.”
A beautiful smile, huh? I scrunched up my face a bit, looking back at the looked door before leaning towards the mirror and smiling the best I could. Oooh, my teeth were so white! My eyes kinda squinted a bit when I smiled. . . I looked. . . no, I really shouldn’t judge my own looks. But if I were a chick or a gay guy, I would call my reflection cute. Okay, weird moment over!
I left the bathroom and returned to Katsu- er, Jounouchi’s room, my pajamas folded neatly in my arms. He wasn’t in there, but his pajamas were in a heap on the floor. I put mine in my suitcase and kicked his off to the side. Where in the hell has he gone off to? He wasn’t anywhere to be found in the room. Perhaps he was already hungry again. I ventured towards the kitchen, but didn’t make it there.
“Jounouchi?” He was coming out of his father’s room and shutting the door behind him.
He jumped a bit when I voiced his name, “You scared me. I was just getting my notebook.”
“Why was your notebook in your fathers’ room?” I folded my arms, narrowing my eyes.
“I. . . I’ve been carrying it with me all day.”
“Bullshit.” I needed a recording of that word so that I didn’t have to say it so much.
“I’ve. . . been doing homework for other classes in it?”
“Definite bullshit.” I sighed, dropping my arms and leaning against the wall beside him. “Just tell me the truth Jounouchi.”
“. . . I was. . . doing research on. . .”
“On what?” I was so sick of his stalling.
“Your illness.”
“Which one?”
“What?”
“Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Why?”
“Because you confuse the hell out of me.”
“It is you that confuses me.”
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Important Note: It got a bit confusing in the last chapter where Seto begins to have memories of ‘a boy with blond hair and brown eyes’ that wasn’t Jounouchi. Some people were confused, thinking that it was Saki with different colorings. NO. That person is not Jounouchi and it is not Saki. It is a character that has already been introduced in the other story. . . haha, if that isn’t an obvious hint, I don’t know what is!
Enjoy chapter seven!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh. Surprising, right? (Yeah, it’s the same disclaimer as in the original chapter, lmao)
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Recap:
He felt silent and sat back down next to me. He scooted close as I watched him and. . . and he. . . he cupped my face in his hands, probably about to say something to make me feel better. . . or so I thought. . . but no. . .
Jounouchi Katsuya leaned forward swiftly and captured my lips in a chaste, yet gentle kiss.
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Warm lips against my own. Yes, Saki’s lips were always so soft and gentle and warm against my skin. Whenever he left trails of kisses across my body, I would shiver where the heat of his lips would retreat. . . and when he kissed my lips, I wanted him to stay there forever, just like that, holding my lips against his own. It was the most wonderful feeling, the most secure feeling in my life at that time. . . Saki is so kind to me. I began leaning against that strong, hot body of his in hopes that he would embrace me just as he always did. . .
. . . but he pulled away from me, and my body shivered as it hungered for more of his touch. I opened my eyes, and I could see him walking away from me. . . why was Saki leaving me? There was no one here to get between us.
“Don’t stop. . . don’t. . . don’t go away. . .” All I could do was beg him to stay with me, “Saki. . .”
I watched Saki stop in his tracks and turn back to me. Yes, that was it, just come back to me and don’t ever leave me, Saki. I felt his large, soft hands on my body as he lay me down on the. . . couch? Why was I on a couch? That didn’t matter. I felt so helpless when he arranged me as he pleased, but I was used to that kind of feeling when I was around men. Saki was always so gentle with me, though, unlike others. My body felt completely lifeless then and my eyes fell shut against my will.
Images flooded my mind. Images of my raven-haired God, Saki. . . images of my brown-eyed friend, Satoshi. . . then there were the children from the orphanage, and the children from school. Those were beautiful times. I remembered having races with friends like Haru, Daisuke, Yuki, Toru, and Kaori. . . so many names, but no faces. People rarely had faces in my memories. . . unless I had loved them dearly. Saki and Satoshi. . . their faces were very prominent. Satoshi had a young face when last I saw him living. He was my own age, but he died when he was only fifteen. . . his death was. . .
No, that’s not important.
Then there was. . . no, there is Saki. Saki is still very much alive. I met Saki when I was just fourteen years old. . . Saki was twenty-one. It really was a sick relationship, but. . . why did I love him so much? Why do I still love him, even after what he has done to me? I don’t want to love him anymore! I don’t want to love that monster anymore!
I opened my eyes, the warm streams of tears rolling down my cheeks now becoming known to me. Why was I crying? I lifted a hand to touch them, as though I didn’t believe in their existence. Perhaps it was this feeling that I always had. I always had a feeling that after Saki, there was no one for me. . . but just recently, that whole in my heart had felt, well, not so empty anymore. There was something in my life now that was healing my wounds. . . but what could it be?
Sitting up, I found myself still on the couch. I don’t remember laying down though. Where was Jounouchi? Geez, what in the hell had happened? The last thing I could recall was talking about killing Gozaburo and then. . . ah shit, I must have slipped off into lala land again. How annoying. That medicine needed to hurry the fuck up and start working. That’s what I get for switching medications like the stupid quack suggested. I’ll think twice before doing that again.
I wanted with all of my being to stop taking those pills altogether. . . but the last time I tried that. . . Well, it wasn’t pretty.
I glanced casually around the room. It was quiet except for the soft ticking of a clock that I didn’t know Jounouchi had. Probably because he was such a loud mouth all the time and therefore I couldn’t see it. Perhaps he had gone out somewhere. . . to hang out with Yuugi and the others or something. Whatever groups of friends do these days. I guess that I wouldn’t really know what to do if I had a group of friends like that. Would it be weird if I said that I was kinda jealous? Yeah? Okay, I won’t say it then. . . I’ll just think it.
Jounouchi. . . his father was a pathetic fuck. I could relate to him more than I could with his circle of friends. . . but still, we weren’t so similar. He was kind of my opposite, really. He was so optimistic whereas I, well, people had told me I was always pessimistic. He was all about playing and not working, while I was always all work and no play. Jounouchi surrounded himself with friends, and I shunned them all away. . . yeah, Katsuya was just my opposite. What was that saying about opposites?
Opposites attract.
Woah! Wrong saying! Holy shit. Me and Katsuya. . . Jounouchi, whatever. Hell no! Definitely no way. The thought made me shiver. I stood from the couch. Perhaps I would go update the Kaiba Corporation website and get such a foul thought out of my head before it corrupted something.
I edged slowly towards the hallway, but I kept remember things Jounouchi had said to me the other day. . .
“Yeah, I guess that you can do that sort of thing when you’re sexy and famous.”
“I’m not an ass.” “No, but you have a nice one.”
“What? You should know that you’re sexy. . . or do you not notice all of the babes that practically drool all over you.”
“Because you have a beautiful smile.”
Ugh! What the fuck was up with him! He said that he was straight, but then he started giving me reasons as to why it was alright for two guys to go out. . . I obviously have nothing against homosexuals. . . but still! He confused the fucked out of me.
As I made my way past the closed door of his fathers room, I heard some clicking. . . like a computer mouse. Yes, I could recognize that noise from a mile away. I was used to that sound, seeing as I was on the computer for a majority of my days. Was Jounouchi in there? I knocked on the door.
“Jounouchi?” I asked, my voice still groggy from apparently falling asleep on the couch. “Are you in there?” I leaned my ear against the door, trying to listen for any more movement.
“Yeah.” Came a muffled reply from within.
I turned the knob, surprised that it wasn’t locked, and the hinges screeched miserably as I inched the door open. There was a loud noise from within, and the door slammed shut against me, knocking me a few feet away.
“What the fuck?!” Was all I could manage to get out. What in the hell was he thinking? Why did he shut the door on me like that? “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“You don’t need to be in here!”
“You can’t hide shit, you asshole! We had an agreement!” I leaned against my side of the door, trying to push it open against his weight. He was heavier than I was, though.
Apparently the mutt stepped aside, for I found myself fighting to keep my balance as his weight disappeared and the door swung open. I gazed around the room the moment I was steady on my feet, and cocked an eyebrow at him.
“This is the big secret that you were hiding?” I laughed slightly. The room was littered with empty beer bottles and women’s underclothes. The smell from the couch was even stronger in this room. That same, dreadful smell that filled the air of a filthy bar around two in the morning. I reached down towards my feet, leaning back up with some mystery-slut’s bra clamped between my middle finger and thumb. “I kind of already guessed that your father was a pig.” I tossed the offensive clothing onto his fathers’ disarray bed.
“I just. . . it’s embarrassing.” He didn’t even bother to make eye contact with me.
“Why?”
“What?”
̶ 0;Why is it embarrassing? It’s not you’re fault he’s a slob.” I shrugged. “Oh yeah, did I fall asleep during our conversation?” I combed my left hand through my hair.
He seemed hesitant for a moment before answering, “Yeah, something like that.” He glanced down at his computer, “Can we do a little bit more work on our project?” I suppose that he noticed the funny look on my face when I heard that he wanted to do work. “What?”
“You asking to do schoolwork is strange.” I looked down at myself, realizing that I was still clad in my pajamas, “Can I get dressed first though? It’s after noon already.”
“I wish you’d get undressed.”
“Excuse me?” Please tell me that he didn’t just say what I think he said. . . then again, with all he has been saying lately. . .
“Nothing.” He was quick to answer.
I looked him up and down for a moment before turning to go down the hallway towards his room. I would let it go for now. It was probably better this way.
I kneeled on his bedroom floor, arranging the many outfits that I had packed so that I could see all of them. What to wear, what to wear. . .
“Just pick one, rich-boy.” Came Jounouchi’s unwanted commentary.
I shot a glare at him and then glanced back at my choices for attire, “I like them all though. . . which one do youthe most?” Isn’t this the sort of things friends did? Didn’t they help each other make choices and whatnot? I think that’s what friends do.
He seemed a bit taken aback, “What?”
Okay, so maybe friends didn’t do this kind of thing. . . I needed to play it off, “I’m indecisive and need your opinion. Give me an answer now and feel honored later.”
“Do you want my honest opinion or do you want me to say what most other guys would say?”
Again I turned and looked at him, arching my brow, “I think I’d rather hear what most other guys would say.” Yeah, with what Jounouchi has been saying lately, I probably didn’t want to hear anything from him.
“Well. . . the tightest, most revealing outfit to show off your ass, legs, and chest.”
I think I nearly choked on my own saliva. Most other guys would notthat. . . would they? “Dare I as for your honest opinion?”
“I don’t know, do you?”
“I do.” I pursed his lips, annoyed.
“Well then, close your eyes and spin around and wear whatever you stop at.”
“Umm, why?” That was the most random thing ever.
“Because it really doesn’t matter what you wear; you look good in everything.”
I stared at him for a long while, but turned away the moment I felt a blush begin to burn in my cheeks. I look good in everything? What the hell? I mean, I guess I looked decent in everything, but good? That comment should have really disgusted me, and it would have, had it come from someone other than Jounouchi; but somehow it sounded okay when he said it. Somehow, it was okay. . .
He kneeled next to me, “If you want a more straight (was that supposed to be a pun?) Answer, try the blue, collared dress-shirt with the black leather pants.”
I snatched the outfit from the floor, not at all disappointed with his decision, “Alright then, blue and black it is.”
He studied my various outfits for a bit, “You like leather, huh?” He trudged over to his bed, bouncing slightly as he sat upon it.
“Well, I don’t exactly look right in blue jeans, and you saw those awful green pants that I had dared to wear during Duelist Kingdom.” Those nasty things. . .
“The flares?”
“Ugh, spare me of the flashbacks. I only wore them because I figured they’d be easier to move around in.” I stood after shoving the other clothes back into their case, “Well, I’m going to go change.”
“Would it kill you to change in front of me?”
“I don’t change in front of perverts.” Okay, he was really crossing the line with the numerous sexual comments today.
“I’m not a pervert! Seriously, I just figured it wouldn’t bother you.” He hopped from his bed and slung open the chest of drawers, retrieving a forest green t-shirt and some khaki slacks and then proceeded to strip down until he was in his plaid boxers only, “See? What’s so difficult about that?”
I think that my eyes were probably the size of softballs by the time he finished, and the blush was likely too red to bother hiding. What in the hell was he doing? . . . he was really fit though, and was rather muscular. I definitely wouldn’t have pegged Katsuya as the type to work out or anything. . .
“Uh, y-yeah. . . I’m just going to go and-”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“Jounouchi, I’m not going to-”
“If you won’t, I will.”
“What?” Where was this conversation going?
“If you don’t take your clothes off, I’ll simply peel them away myself.” He grinned at me, and I felt very much afraid. . . this kind of thing was all-too familiar to me.
I growled and chucked the outfit at him, “You son of a fucking bitch!”
“What the hell?!”
“What the fuck is up with you?! Ever since I fucking got here, you’ve been trying to get in my fucking pants!” I gave my cruelest glare.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Oh come on! I don’t believe that bullshit for even a second!” I held a stern, accusing finger in his general direction.
“Kaiba, I’m not trying to-”
“BULLSHIT!”
“Can I kiss you?”
“What?” My arm dropped to my side, my anger slowly depleting. . . and then I registered in my mind what he had just asked, “You fucking pervert!”
He moved swiftly across the room, seizing me by the arms before I had a chance to react.
“Let go of me, you sick fu-”
His mouth crushed against my own. This wasn’t how kisses should be! Kissed were meant to be gentle and warm and sweet! Not this! This was awful! His tongue ran along my lips and I fought to keep my mouth clamped shut. . . but it was no use. It snaked it’s way in, exploring every region of my mouth.
I squirmed and fought against him, but he only reacted by shoving me against the wall, freeing his hands.
His fingertips ran down my jawbone and neck while my hands shoved at his head. I was trying with everything in my power to force us apart. . . but it were as though I wasn’t even moving! His mouth eventually, much to my happiness, came away from my own lips.
“Get off of me!” My eyes were clenched tightly closed and I was flailing wildly, “You’re ass will be in jail, you filthy son of a bitch!”
“Why don’t you just daze out like all the other times?!”
I stopped moving and he backed away. Daze out? Like all the other times? What? “What the fuck are you talking about?” He was probably trying to confuse me so that he could. . . could. . .
“Any other time something suggestive came up like this, you would go off in your own little world and start calling me ‘Saki’. . . but now that I actually planned on going through with things, you stay just as you always are!”
“You were going to-”
“That’s not the point!” He threw his hands up in the air, “You’ve been acting so fucking weird these past few days, and I sure as hell want to know why!”
“It’s not something that I can control. . .”
“Well then what the hell is it?!” He plopped back down on his bed and sighed. “At first I thought that maybe it was one of those illnesses that you have. . . the Post Traumatic one. . . but you have medicine for it, so-”
“It’s new.”
“What?”
“The medicine, it’s new. I switched medications to see if I could get better results. It takes a few days, sometimes a week, to make a clean switch.” My voice was losing it’s volume. I didn’t like this situation at all.
“Oh. . .” He scratched at his messy blonde hair - did I mention he was still clad only in boxers? - and then stood, “I guess that we should both get dressed now.”
“That we should.” I gathered up my clothes, which lay in a puddle on the floor after I had thrown them at that bastard in defense, and then went out the door. Was he really going to try and. . .
I poked my head back in the room, “Oh, and Jounouchi?”
“Yeah?”
“Were you really going to-”
“No, I was just trying to see if you’d daze out again.”
“Okay, I didn’t think so.” Yeah, he wasn’t that type of person. Jounouchi was weird, but he had a good heart. . . or something.
He smiled faintly and turned back towards the outfit he had picked out. I had to stifle a laugh when I saw the gaping hole in the back of his undershorts. Not that I was checking out his ass or anything. . . I mean, it was kind of hard not to notice white skin peeking out from plaid boxers.
“Katsuya?” I asked, using his first name by mistake. He whirled around quickly, “You need new boxers. . . those have a hole in the ass.” With that, I made my way towards the bathroom.
I made sure to lock the door, just in case Jounouchi tried to make me a test subject again. Trying to see if I would daze out, huh? Something inside of me wanted to trust him, but the logical half of me was screaming ‘bullshit’ at the top of its lungs. I really wondered.
I made quick work of dressing, using Jounouchi’s brush (after rinsing it in the sink) to get my hair just the way I wanted it. I looked myself over in the mirror. I looked kind of pissed off. . . did I always look like that?
“Because you have a beautiful smile.”
A beautiful smile, huh? I scrunched up my face a bit, looking back at the looked door before leaning towards the mirror and smiling the best I could. Oooh, my teeth were so white! My eyes kinda squinted a bit when I smiled. . . I looked. . . no, I really shouldn’t judge my own looks. But if I were a chick or a gay guy, I would call my reflection cute. Okay, weird moment over!
I left the bathroom and returned to Katsu- er, Jounouchi’s room, my pajamas folded neatly in my arms. He wasn’t in there, but his pajamas were in a heap on the floor. I put mine in my suitcase and kicked his off to the side. Where in the hell has he gone off to? He wasn’t anywhere to be found in the room. Perhaps he was already hungry again. I ventured towards the kitchen, but didn’t make it there.
“Jounouchi?” He was coming out of his father’s room and shutting the door behind him.
He jumped a bit when I voiced his name, “You scared me. I was just getting my notebook.”
“Why was your notebook in your fathers’ room?” I folded my arms, narrowing my eyes.
“I. . . I’ve been carrying it with me all day.”
“Bullshit.” I needed a recording of that word so that I didn’t have to say it so much.
“I’ve. . . been doing homework for other classes in it?”
“Definite bullshit.” I sighed, dropping my arms and leaning against the wall beside him. “Just tell me the truth Jounouchi.”
“. . . I was. . . doing research on. . .”
“On what?” I was so sick of his stalling.
“Your illness.”
“Which one?”
“What?”
“Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Why?”
“Because you confuse the hell out of me.”
“It is you that confuses me.”
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