Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes: Seto's Story ❯ Day Four: Unpredictable ( Chapter 14 )
[ 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: 5.4K | Visits: 382 | 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: 5.4K | Visits: 382 | Status: Work In Progress
Behind Blue Eyes: Seto’s Story
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Important Note: In this chapter, Seto is going to have random flashbacks all over the place. They’re going to be in italics. Sometimes you will see Seto’s replies in regular font while the person he’s talking to is in italics. That means that he is talking to a flashback. He is seeing the flashback, but speaking out loud to where Jounouchi can hear. . . thus resulting in the dialogue of the original chapter.
Beta: Oh shit, son, edited by yours truly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yuugiou. Saki would be a main character if I did. . . a main villain, that is.
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I was having such a peaceful sleep that night, dreaming about things that I can’t recall anymore and couldn’t even recall the moment that I woke up. All I know is that I was sleeping soundly without the usual nightmares and restless slumber. . . I say was because I happened to be jolted awake in the early hours of the morning. The sun hadn’t even come up over the horizon to kiss the room with its fresh rays of light. The clock read five thirty.
Of course, the clock wasn’t the first thing that I thought to check. I had woken to cold fingers against my bare back. Why his hands were up my shirt, I almost didn’t want to know. I nearly rolled from the bed while instinctively moving away from his touch. His hands were so cold! As I moved away, he just came closer and eventually there wasn’t any more room to move to. . . so I kind of just let him grope my back. I mean, it’s not like he was hurting anything, and eventually his hands warmed up. . . under my shirt. . . against my back.
So anyways, I let him do that, but then I felt something on my ass. Yeah, that’s right, my ass. He literally had wrapped one leg over my thigh and had his crotch right up against my ass, one of his hands reaching around to rub at my stomach. It was way past the time for me to draw my line. I shoved him roughly away, sliding from the mattress with an embarrassing lack of grace. . . and yet he just grunted and rolled over to face the window, not waking even slightly.
Well, there wouldn’t be anymore sleeping for me, so I decided to just try my hand at making breakfast. I usually had cooks to do that kind of thing for me. . . but cooking wasn’t something that really took a whole lot of skill. Not to fix something simple, anyways. I glanced back at Jounouchi one more time before leaving for the kitchen, only to find his face twisted with. . . disgust? Sadness? It was difficult to tell in the darkened room and from such a distance. He started to whimper a bit, and so I left. I knew how nightmares went, and he was certainly having a nightmare. . . a nightmare that began with porn? How strange.
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I managed to find pancake mix and some fresh coffee grounds (all purchased thanks to me) without tearing apart the pantry and cabinets, most of which were either empty or filled with things that didn’t much resemble food anymore. . . and don’t get me started on that fridge. His entire environment was just disgusting. When we got to my house, I’d have to treat him to nice things, to the way that life should be.
No sooner were the pancakes out on the table and my coffee poured fresh into a big mug than I heard that terrible screeching of Katsuya’s er. . . Jounouchi’s alarm clock. How could I bring up what he did without sounding absolutely bothered by it?
He stumbled into the kitchen, his bare feet sounding awkward against the bad flooring. His eyes were half lidded, one a little more open than the other. The blond was clearly still in a sleep-like state. “You’re up early.” He grumbled, sitting down and pouring a cup of orange juice from the carton I had the foresight to set out. He began to chug it like his life depended on it. . . what a glutton.
“Well, generally I can’t get any rest when someone is fondling me in their sleep.” Perhaps that was a bit strong?
Out of nowhere, he started spewing orange juice all over the floor. I couldn’t help but stare.
“What the hell?” He asked, gawking at me as though I was the one that had created the puddle.
“You’re the one that made the mess.” I sat down across from him, making sure he knew that I had no intention of ever cleaning it up.
“I’m not talking about the mess, I’m talking about what you said!”
“Oh. . . that was also your fault though.” I sipped at my hot, caffeinated heaven-in-a-cup.
“It wasn’t my fault, it was your-” He froze. “I was just having a strange dream.” Was he about to blame me for his perverted dreams? . . . wait.
“An erotic dream, you mean.” I joked. . . or hopefully I was only joking. I took another swig of coffee. Perhaps I was still half-asleep.
“Yeah, but strange too.” Okay, he was admitting to having sexually-related dreams. Way to nearly ruin my appetite. Time to end the conversation before it goes any further.
I reluctantly sat down my steaming cup of life and picked up a fork, “Just shut up and eat, mutt. It isn’t every day that I cook, you know.”
“Yes ma’am!” He did a mock salute, “You’ll make a wonderful housewife some day.”
Ma’am? Housewife? That son of a fucking. . . “Unless you want a fresh cup of coffee on your face, I’d suggest you shut your trap, you filthy mutt.” I held up the mug, swirling the hot liquid around in a threatening manner. I wouldn’t really dump it on him, though. I loved coffee way too much to waste it on pathetic revenge.
He devoured my pancakes, seeming to enjoy the breakfast I had slaved over. . . okay, I poured the mix into a frying pan and that was about it, but still. . . and he didn’t even make a disgusted face or anything. Too bad we had to finish quickly in order to get to school on time today. I couldn’t make a habit of being late. I surprised myself by walking to school yet again. I was amazed that we actually arrived on time.
“How are your projects coming along?” Ms. Asuka was asking stupid questions, as usual.
“The same as they were yesterday.” Someone answered. I wanted to laugh, then decided against it.
The dumb woman didn’t seem to know how to reply to that, and changed the subject, “Well then, let us look at more sample papers and then discuss the steps to writing an effective introduction.” Her eyes fell on me, but I was too tired to glare, “I hope that there won’t be any note consumption today.”
Oh yeah, you’re a real comedian, bitch. I made the effort to narrow my eyes and then lay my head down on my desk. Why was I so tired? Oh yeah. . . Jounouchi was feeling me up in his sleep, at least I hope he was sleeping. It was very awkward, but. . . heh, what on Earth was I about to say? That I liked it? Absolutely not! Why in the hell would I like being groped by that mutt? He had a really firm grip though. . .
“Jounouchi! Pay attention!” Snapped the woman that was supposed to be teaching us something. Sometimes she seemed more like a barking chihuahua than the blond. I lifted my head just enough to take a peek at him before resuming my semi-rest. He had probably been staring at me again.
“Anything? I want a hug.”
A hug. Last night he had asked for a hug. Any pervert would have asked for something different, but. . . Katsuya just wanted a hug. He could be so. . . so cute sometimes, I guess. I could feel myself slipping off into sleep.
“Kaiba Seto!” Fucking hell. “Even though your work and grades are immaculate, sleeping during class will not be tolerated!” Was that cunt yelling at me? Did I just say cunt? Yeah, I think I did. She really earned the title. Couldn’t she just leave me alone?
I lifted my head from the desk the moment she shut up. “Had this occurred when I wasn’t so tired, I might have just flirted my way out of the situation like I do on most days.” I glared as best as I could, “But today I’d like to get some fucking sleep and you have to be a fucking bitch about it.” Okay, so that was a bit much, but the words just kind of came out all on their own. It’s not like I’d get into any trouble from it.
“Watch your mouth, young man!” She sounded so furious it was funny. Did she think that I would get intimidated? Her voice was shaking with the fear she tried to hide. I wasn’t afraid of her at all, but I clearly frightened her. I deepened my glare.
“Look, old hag, unless you want to lose your job-”
“Kaiba Seto!”
“Do you want to test me, Asuka Ayumi?” I clenched my teeth to contain my newborn anger. I stood, slamming my palms flat on my desk.
She shut her mouth, and I knew that I had won. Silence drifted over the room, no one daring to say a word or even cough. Satisfied, I slid back down in my seat, finally able to catch some much-needed slumber.
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Yuugi was the one to wake me when the bell rang. I was actually quick to pack up my things and head out the door today. I stood by to wait for Jounouchi, who wasn’t even packing up yet. What was he waiting for? Did he get in trouble and have to stay after class? I must have missed something while sleeping.
I left after a short while, deciding that it would be a waste to wait for him. I needed to go to my locker now if I wanted to get to my second class on time. Actually, I didn’t want to go to my second class at all. . . or any of them, for that matter. School meant nothing to me. I only continued going so that I wouldn’t be a CEO without a high school diploma. That wouldn’t look very good to prospective customers.
Today, though, I just wasn’t in the mood for any more shit from my teachers. There was work probably piling up on my desk back at the office, emails to be answered, phone calls to be made. . . this project was causing me to fall far behind in one of the few things that actually mattered to me. Things that mattered to me. . . Mokuba, work, and Katsu- woah! He didn’t matter to me. . . I didn’t love him. My chest began to ache, so I stopped thinking about it and called my driver.
“Pick me up and take me to the office. I’ll be waiting in front of Domino High.” I shoved my cell phone into the hidden pocket of my uniform jacket and waited.
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I was right earlier when I imagined the terrors that awaited me. There was a large stack of documents to be completed just sitting there on my desk, trying to stare me down. I sighed, really not in the mood to do work either. I felt like there was something that I ought to be doing, something that I ought to be going over in my mind. Have you ever gone to a store and then had this feeling that you forgot to buy something, but can’t remember for the life of you what it was? It was like that feeling, but I wasn’t shopping. What could there possibly be for me to do that would be so urgent? No, there really wasn’t anything.
I settled down at my desk, turning the power on to my computer and pulling the mountain of paper toward me, retrieving a fresh ink pen from my drawer.
I sat in that same spot for hours, reading, signing, and dating form after form after form and answering email after email. Isn’t there someone that I could hire to do some of this shit? I had more important things to take care of. . . no, I had already gone over that. There was nothing. There was nothing important to do other than my job. My job was important and Mokuba was important. I did my job for Mokuba, and so all I needed to do was work.
Employees trailed in and out, asking me stupid questions and suggesting ridiculous things that I lied and told them I’d think about. I mean seriously, do they really need a health bar vending machine on every floor? No matter what they ate they’d just get fat. Sitting on your ass all day in front of a computer isn’t going to help anyone lose weight. If they were so worried about their damn appearance, they could just find a job at a fucking gym. . . fat-asses. Not that I could talk. . . oh wait, yes I could.
The phone on my desk began to ring loudly, the little orange light blinking annoyingly. I pressed the button for speaker phone.
“What.” A statement, not a question, but that bimbo of a secretary wouldn’t notice something like that.
“Someone is here to see you, sir.”
Jounouchi? Why was my heart pounding? Of course it wasn’t Jounouchi. It was probably some bimbo. I didn’t want a woman. I just wasn’t into women. “If it’s a woman, tell her to go fuck herself.”
“It’s not a woman; it’s a cute blond boy!”
So it was Jounouchi. . . what in the hell was he doing here? I grinned mischievously, “If his name is Jounouchi Katsuya, tell him to go fuck himself.”
There was a moment of silence and then, “No sir, that isn’t his name.”
Bullshit, it was definitely Jounouchi. “Then send him up to my office.” I hung it up. So he wanted to see me that badly, eh? School hadn’t let out that long ago. Was this the first place he looked for me? He was good.
I clicked a few icons on my desktop, finally coming to the security cameras, zooming in on one scene in particular. It took a few minutes, but Jounouchi eventually came to stand just outside the doors to my office. He looked confused and out of place, just as he always did. Did the camera lock up? He wasn’t moving. His hands were on the door handles, and yet he just stood there. I peeked around my computer to see if he had entered, but there was no one there.
Slipping from my high-back leather chair, I went to the double-doors, pushing one of them open slightly, “Are you going to just stand there like a dumbass or are you going to come in?” I looked out at him. “I have cameras. I knew it was you all along.”
“You did? Then why did you tell that woman to turn me away?” He stepped inside and I shut the ridiculously large door behind him.
“I wanted to fuck with you.” I smirked at him, and he. . . blushed? Why the hell was he blushing? I thought back to what I said and wanted to cover my face with my hands. He really was a pervert.
“Fair enough.” He replied, looking all around my office. He seemed like a little kid at a toy store, his head bending in directions that couldn’t have been natural and his jaw hanging open as he stared wide-eyed at my furnishings. “Why did you ask if it was a woman?” He continued.
I had gone back to my computer, answering an email that had just entered my inbox, “I wonder.” I answered, without really answering his question at all. So he didn’t understand that I didn’t want women, I wanted. . . what the fuck was I saying? That I want Jounouchi? . . . do I?
After a long while of quiet, the blond started up again, “Hey, Seto-”
“You’ll call me Kaiba here, you got that?” The last thing I needed was for an employee to hear him calling me by my first name.
“Ja, Hitler.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Hey, Kaiba,” He began again, starting to get on my nerves, “One of your windows is missing some tint.”
My fingers stopped moving all on their own. A window without tint? Why would. . . oh yeah. I glanced up at him, “Oh, it’s newer than the others and I’ve yet to get it tinted.” I smirked at him, though I really didn’t mean to. The thought of that window. It was broken just a couple years ago. . . broken by a body. A large, disgusting body.
“I’ve come for my daily training, father.”
“What did I tell you to call me when we were alone?”
“I’m sorry, master.”
“Very good, Seto. You’re early today.”
“I just couldn’t wait to get started on training today.”
“I thought that you wouldn’t show up. Mr. Kitamori told me that you had run off with his son, Saki, last night and stayed out through this morning.”
“Saki. . .”
“Oh? Did something happen? How awful. First you kill your best friend and now-”
“I didn’t kill him!”
“Is that right? I recall you holding the gun.”
“You made me kill him!”
“Did I?”
The view behind him was so beautiful, so promising. . . and yet such a view could be so bloody. “It’s a wonderful view; why don’t you come have a closer look?” He hesitantly stepped toward the window, his blond hair. . .
Blond hair? Jounouchi.
“Kaiba, is this the window that-”
“Shut up!” I shoved him against the glass. Stupid questions, such stupid questions. He was going to call me a murderer. I didn’t kill him! I didn’t kill my best friend! He made me kill him! I’m not a murderer. Shut up you stupid kid! “I’m not a murderer!”
“I never said that!”
“But you were going to!” A murderer. I’m not a murderer! That blood, that’s not his blood. That blood on the floor, that puddle, that pool of crimson blood. . . the tile, all over the tile. Where is this? All of this blood. . .
“You told me what you did! Why are you so pissed off at me?!” Jounouchi struggled against me.
Jounouchi? Why was I pressing Jounouchi against the window? Did he piss me off? But I wasn’t in my office just a second ago. . . I was. . . no, I was definitely in my office the entire time.
“Do you want me to die? I thought we were friends. Why can’t we be friends? Does the Kaiba name make you too good for friends?”
I could feel my strength fading. Of course I didn’t want him to die. What was he talking about?
“What happened to the Seto who laughed and smiled and had so many friends? What happened to Yagami Seto?”
I jumped back. . . Yagami Seto? Yagami. Yagami. My name.
“What happened to the Seto who laughed and smiled and had so many friends?”
“Satoshi.”
“What happened to Yagami Seto?”
“Satoshi!”
He fell to the floor within seconds of the firing of the gun. . . the gun in my hands. I pulled that trigger. It was my fault. Why? Why did I have to do this? That man. . . because of that man. I ran to his side, the blood quickly pooling on the tile. His beautiful hair fell into the blood, dying the tips red. His big brown eyes were still open, still watching. . . still blaming me for his untimely death. “I’m so sorry! So, so sorry! I didn’t want this! This was the only way! I had to!” I pulled his body against me. He was so small, but he had been so strong. My best friend. . . the one person I could confide in. A child my age. Only a teenager and already dead. Dead in my arms. . . because of me. Because of some stupid slut. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
He fell from my arms, and I could hear the splatter of the blood. My hands. . . they were so red, so stained by the life of the one I had killed. He died. . . he died because he was friends with me. I could never let that happen again. He didn’t have to die. If he hadn’t known me. . . he would be alive, and he would be smiling.
A body pressed against my own and I quickly pulled his head to my chest, my chin atop his head. I did my best to stop the tears that had been falling. “Mokuba. . . Mokuba, I did a very bad thing; he made me do a very bad thing.”
“You aren’t a bad person, big brother.”
“Don’t ever be like me, Mokuba.”
It was dark. . . very dark. Was this death, or. . .
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I awoke. . . awoke? . . . to something unexpected. A pretty face with big brown eyes and wild blond hair stared down at me, a surprised expression across its features. “K-Katsuya. . . er, Jounouchi!” His hands had been on my face, and I was in his arms. . . on the floor. . . why?
He pulled his arms away, “Good evening, Seto.” There was that smile. He smiled a lot.
“Why am I on the floor?”
“You were having a nightmare and so I tried to wake you and knocked you out of your chair by accident.”
A nightmare? Here? I never went to sleep. Last I remember, Jou was in my office and I was in my seat, and he asked me about. . . “Ugh, you’re a dumbass.”
“Yeah, well, can’t change who I am.” He rubbed at the back of his head and grinned like an idiot. . . an idiot that was lying.
“No; I mean, you’re a dumbass for actually thinking I’d believe that.” I stood up, glaring at him, and looked out the window that had begun this mess.
“What?”
What had made me angry enough to push my adoptive father out the window? Saki’s betrayal had been the icing on the cake, but there had been something before that. I remember now. Satoshi’s death.
“Satoshi. . .” I turned back to see Jounouchi staring at me. They both looked so similar. Both had innocent brown eyes and unkempt blond hair. But Jounouchi was. . . he was better looking. His skin was a little darker and he seemed more rugged. I kind of. . . I liked that. Even so, I could see Satoshi within him.
It was time to change the subject, “I left school during the day. I haven’t done that in a long time.”
“I figured it out by fourth block. It was dull sitting with Yuugi and the others at lunch today.”
“Dull? They’re your friends, Jounouchi.” I sat down in one of my couches and he sat right next to me. I leaned a bit to get comfortable, but what I really wanted was to. . . to lean against him. Was I wrong for wanting that?
“Yeah, they’re my friends, but I pretty much know all there is to know about them. I know their secrets and hobbies and dreams. . . and they’re so predictable because their personalities are easy to label. But you, you are extremely unpredictable. I can’t tell when you’re going to cry, laugh, or bitch me out. You sound the same when you’re serious and when you’re joking. Sometimes I feel like I’m walking on eggshells around you, and other times I talk more loosely with you than I would with Honda.” He laughed a bit and I couldn’t help but blush. Was he complimenting me? He could talk with me easier than he could with his closest friend? “All in all,” He draped an arm around my shoulders, “you keep things interesting. Each day is something new; I like that.”
I didn’t know what to say to all of that. It just poured from his mouth like he had been rehearsing the entire speech in preparation for this exact moment when he could say it to me. I was. . . flattered, to say the least. I felt. . . I felt, well, special. I looked down at his hand, which had somehow come to rest against my chest.
“You. . . like that, hm?” I asked, referring to what he had said. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
“I do.” He answered, moving his hand to rub at my right shoulder. It felt nice. “Do I make you nervous?” He asked.
“Nervous?” I opened my eyes to gaze over him, “No, I can’t say that you make me nervous.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I told you a couple days ago; you confuse me.”
“How do I confuse you?”
“Like you said about me, you are also very unpredictable. I can never tell what your intentions are. Sometimes I can’t even tell if you’re being honest or not.” I sighed, “There are times where I think you’ll do. . . or try to do. . . what Saki did, and there are times. . .” I reached up, laying my right hand atop the hand he had left on my shoulder, “Where you are very kind and. . . you remind me of someone else I once knew.” Satoshi. . . I laughed a pitiful laugh, “Listen to me; I sound like some teenage sap. How angsty.”
“No comment.” He blurted out quickly, laughing in that cute manner of his. Cute?
I hit him on the head with my left hand and couldn’t help but laugh at the awkward face that he made upon impact.
The door flew open and in came some flustered looking fellow with his hair all in a mess and his suit not so straight, “Mr Kaiba!” He yelled, but stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of my couch. Oh no, not him again.
“What is it, Mr. Hakkai?” I tried to pretend like it was business as usual, though it clearly wasn’t. Neither Katsuya nor I moved from where we had been.
“Well, sir, a fellow employee said that she heard yelling coming from here and I came up to check on you.”
“To check on me? Am I a child that needs to be checked on?”
“No, sir, but just two years ago-”
“Just two years ago the former CEO was pushed out the window. Do you want to be next?”
“S-sir!”
“How are product sales?”
“Th-they’re well, just as always Mr. Kaiba.”
“Is there anything that can be done to maximize profits?”
“We are researching that right now, sir.”
“That’s funny, you don’t look like you’re doing any researching.”
“R-right. I’ll just be on my way then.” He turned to leave, but soon spun back around, “By the way. . . Mr. Kaiba, is this young man your boyfrie-”
“Get the fuck out of my office.”
“Y-yes Mr. Kaiba!” And with that, the man fled the room just as fast as he had rushed in.
Katsuya laughed, “He thought we were boyfriends!” He found that idea funny? Was it really so funny? What was this feeling that I had? My chest was hurting again.
“Yeah. . .” I arched a brow, playing along, “What a freak.”
“You wouldn’t ever go out with someone like me. . . would you.” He wasn’t asking, but the look on his face was so nervous and so sad.
“Would I?” Was all that I could think to say. Did he want to be my boyfriend? Is that what he was getting at? Someone. . . someone like him liked me? I slipped away from the couch and went to my computer, shutting it off, “Come on; we’re gonna go get absolutely drunk. . . then we’re gonna go back to your place. . . and we’re gonna go into your room. . . and we’ll close the door, and then together. . . we will so not do our homework!” I grinned at the look that came over Katsuya’s face. He really did always have his mind in the gutter.
“Uh, that doesn’t exactly sound fun at the end. . . and I can’t exactly get into a bar.”
“Haven’t we had this conversation before? I can get into any bar I so please to enter, and I can drag along whoever I want. As long as you’re with me, you can do anything.” I flashed him a smile, “As for afterward. . . I doubt I’ll be coherent enough to give a fuck what happens. In fact, you might have to carry me home.” I laughed for the millionth time that day. A smile crept to his lips and the sun that came through the windows behind me bounced from his eyes, making them sparkle brilliantly.
That’s when it hit me. I figured out the important thing that I had to do. Up until now, I had felt it, but now I finally realized just what exactly it was. I had to express this feeling that I had. This feeling inside of my chest that was nearly unbearable. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was. . . was. . .
. . . like I was falling in love.
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Important Note: In this chapter, Seto is going to have random flashbacks all over the place. They’re going to be in italics. Sometimes you will see Seto’s replies in regular font while the person he’s talking to is in italics. That means that he is talking to a flashback. He is seeing the flashback, but speaking out loud to where Jounouchi can hear. . . thus resulting in the dialogue of the original chapter.
Beta: Oh shit, son, edited by yours truly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yuugiou. Saki would be a main character if I did. . . a main villain, that is.
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I was having such a peaceful sleep that night, dreaming about things that I can’t recall anymore and couldn’t even recall the moment that I woke up. All I know is that I was sleeping soundly without the usual nightmares and restless slumber. . . I say was because I happened to be jolted awake in the early hours of the morning. The sun hadn’t even come up over the horizon to kiss the room with its fresh rays of light. The clock read five thirty.
Of course, the clock wasn’t the first thing that I thought to check. I had woken to cold fingers against my bare back. Why his hands were up my shirt, I almost didn’t want to know. I nearly rolled from the bed while instinctively moving away from his touch. His hands were so cold! As I moved away, he just came closer and eventually there wasn’t any more room to move to. . . so I kind of just let him grope my back. I mean, it’s not like he was hurting anything, and eventually his hands warmed up. . . under my shirt. . . against my back.
So anyways, I let him do that, but then I felt something on my ass. Yeah, that’s right, my ass. He literally had wrapped one leg over my thigh and had his crotch right up against my ass, one of his hands reaching around to rub at my stomach. It was way past the time for me to draw my line. I shoved him roughly away, sliding from the mattress with an embarrassing lack of grace. . . and yet he just grunted and rolled over to face the window, not waking even slightly.
Well, there wouldn’t be anymore sleeping for me, so I decided to just try my hand at making breakfast. I usually had cooks to do that kind of thing for me. . . but cooking wasn’t something that really took a whole lot of skill. Not to fix something simple, anyways. I glanced back at Jounouchi one more time before leaving for the kitchen, only to find his face twisted with. . . disgust? Sadness? It was difficult to tell in the darkened room and from such a distance. He started to whimper a bit, and so I left. I knew how nightmares went, and he was certainly having a nightmare. . . a nightmare that began with porn? How strange.
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I managed to find pancake mix and some fresh coffee grounds (all purchased thanks to me) without tearing apart the pantry and cabinets, most of which were either empty or filled with things that didn’t much resemble food anymore. . . and don’t get me started on that fridge. His entire environment was just disgusting. When we got to my house, I’d have to treat him to nice things, to the way that life should be.
No sooner were the pancakes out on the table and my coffee poured fresh into a big mug than I heard that terrible screeching of Katsuya’s er. . . Jounouchi’s alarm clock. How could I bring up what he did without sounding absolutely bothered by it?
He stumbled into the kitchen, his bare feet sounding awkward against the bad flooring. His eyes were half lidded, one a little more open than the other. The blond was clearly still in a sleep-like state. “You’re up early.” He grumbled, sitting down and pouring a cup of orange juice from the carton I had the foresight to set out. He began to chug it like his life depended on it. . . what a glutton.
“Well, generally I can’t get any rest when someone is fondling me in their sleep.” Perhaps that was a bit strong?
Out of nowhere, he started spewing orange juice all over the floor. I couldn’t help but stare.
“What the hell?” He asked, gawking at me as though I was the one that had created the puddle.
“You’re the one that made the mess.” I sat down across from him, making sure he knew that I had no intention of ever cleaning it up.
“I’m not talking about the mess, I’m talking about what you said!”
“Oh. . . that was also your fault though.” I sipped at my hot, caffeinated heaven-in-a-cup.
“It wasn’t my fault, it was your-” He froze. “I was just having a strange dream.” Was he about to blame me for his perverted dreams? . . . wait.
“An erotic dream, you mean.” I joked. . . or hopefully I was only joking. I took another swig of coffee. Perhaps I was still half-asleep.
“Yeah, but strange too.” Okay, he was admitting to having sexually-related dreams. Way to nearly ruin my appetite. Time to end the conversation before it goes any further.
I reluctantly sat down my steaming cup of life and picked up a fork, “Just shut up and eat, mutt. It isn’t every day that I cook, you know.”
“Yes ma’am!” He did a mock salute, “You’ll make a wonderful housewife some day.”
Ma’am? Housewife? That son of a fucking. . . “Unless you want a fresh cup of coffee on your face, I’d suggest you shut your trap, you filthy mutt.” I held up the mug, swirling the hot liquid around in a threatening manner. I wouldn’t really dump it on him, though. I loved coffee way too much to waste it on pathetic revenge.
He devoured my pancakes, seeming to enjoy the breakfast I had slaved over. . . okay, I poured the mix into a frying pan and that was about it, but still. . . and he didn’t even make a disgusted face or anything. Too bad we had to finish quickly in order to get to school on time today. I couldn’t make a habit of being late. I surprised myself by walking to school yet again. I was amazed that we actually arrived on time.
“How are your projects coming along?” Ms. Asuka was asking stupid questions, as usual.
“The same as they were yesterday.” Someone answered. I wanted to laugh, then decided against it.
The dumb woman didn’t seem to know how to reply to that, and changed the subject, “Well then, let us look at more sample papers and then discuss the steps to writing an effective introduction.” Her eyes fell on me, but I was too tired to glare, “I hope that there won’t be any note consumption today.”
Oh yeah, you’re a real comedian, bitch. I made the effort to narrow my eyes and then lay my head down on my desk. Why was I so tired? Oh yeah. . . Jounouchi was feeling me up in his sleep, at least I hope he was sleeping. It was very awkward, but. . . heh, what on Earth was I about to say? That I liked it? Absolutely not! Why in the hell would I like being groped by that mutt? He had a really firm grip though. . .
“Jounouchi! Pay attention!” Snapped the woman that was supposed to be teaching us something. Sometimes she seemed more like a barking chihuahua than the blond. I lifted my head just enough to take a peek at him before resuming my semi-rest. He had probably been staring at me again.
“Anything? I want a hug.”
A hug. Last night he had asked for a hug. Any pervert would have asked for something different, but. . . Katsuya just wanted a hug. He could be so. . . so cute sometimes, I guess. I could feel myself slipping off into sleep.
“Kaiba Seto!” Fucking hell. “Even though your work and grades are immaculate, sleeping during class will not be tolerated!” Was that cunt yelling at me? Did I just say cunt? Yeah, I think I did. She really earned the title. Couldn’t she just leave me alone?
I lifted my head from the desk the moment she shut up. “Had this occurred when I wasn’t so tired, I might have just flirted my way out of the situation like I do on most days.” I glared as best as I could, “But today I’d like to get some fucking sleep and you have to be a fucking bitch about it.” Okay, so that was a bit much, but the words just kind of came out all on their own. It’s not like I’d get into any trouble from it.
“Watch your mouth, young man!” She sounded so furious it was funny. Did she think that I would get intimidated? Her voice was shaking with the fear she tried to hide. I wasn’t afraid of her at all, but I clearly frightened her. I deepened my glare.
“Look, old hag, unless you want to lose your job-”
“Kaiba Seto!”
“Do you want to test me, Asuka Ayumi?” I clenched my teeth to contain my newborn anger. I stood, slamming my palms flat on my desk.
She shut her mouth, and I knew that I had won. Silence drifted over the room, no one daring to say a word or even cough. Satisfied, I slid back down in my seat, finally able to catch some much-needed slumber.
- - -
Yuugi was the one to wake me when the bell rang. I was actually quick to pack up my things and head out the door today. I stood by to wait for Jounouchi, who wasn’t even packing up yet. What was he waiting for? Did he get in trouble and have to stay after class? I must have missed something while sleeping.
I left after a short while, deciding that it would be a waste to wait for him. I needed to go to my locker now if I wanted to get to my second class on time. Actually, I didn’t want to go to my second class at all. . . or any of them, for that matter. School meant nothing to me. I only continued going so that I wouldn’t be a CEO without a high school diploma. That wouldn’t look very good to prospective customers.
Today, though, I just wasn’t in the mood for any more shit from my teachers. There was work probably piling up on my desk back at the office, emails to be answered, phone calls to be made. . . this project was causing me to fall far behind in one of the few things that actually mattered to me. Things that mattered to me. . . Mokuba, work, and Katsu- woah! He didn’t matter to me. . . I didn’t love him. My chest began to ache, so I stopped thinking about it and called my driver.
“Pick me up and take me to the office. I’ll be waiting in front of Domino High.” I shoved my cell phone into the hidden pocket of my uniform jacket and waited.
- - -
I was right earlier when I imagined the terrors that awaited me. There was a large stack of documents to be completed just sitting there on my desk, trying to stare me down. I sighed, really not in the mood to do work either. I felt like there was something that I ought to be doing, something that I ought to be going over in my mind. Have you ever gone to a store and then had this feeling that you forgot to buy something, but can’t remember for the life of you what it was? It was like that feeling, but I wasn’t shopping. What could there possibly be for me to do that would be so urgent? No, there really wasn’t anything.
I settled down at my desk, turning the power on to my computer and pulling the mountain of paper toward me, retrieving a fresh ink pen from my drawer.
I sat in that same spot for hours, reading, signing, and dating form after form after form and answering email after email. Isn’t there someone that I could hire to do some of this shit? I had more important things to take care of. . . no, I had already gone over that. There was nothing. There was nothing important to do other than my job. My job was important and Mokuba was important. I did my job for Mokuba, and so all I needed to do was work.
Employees trailed in and out, asking me stupid questions and suggesting ridiculous things that I lied and told them I’d think about. I mean seriously, do they really need a health bar vending machine on every floor? No matter what they ate they’d just get fat. Sitting on your ass all day in front of a computer isn’t going to help anyone lose weight. If they were so worried about their damn appearance, they could just find a job at a fucking gym. . . fat-asses. Not that I could talk. . . oh wait, yes I could.
The phone on my desk began to ring loudly, the little orange light blinking annoyingly. I pressed the button for speaker phone.
“What.” A statement, not a question, but that bimbo of a secretary wouldn’t notice something like that.
“Someone is here to see you, sir.”
Jounouchi? Why was my heart pounding? Of course it wasn’t Jounouchi. It was probably some bimbo. I didn’t want a woman. I just wasn’t into women. “If it’s a woman, tell her to go fuck herself.”
“It’s not a woman; it’s a cute blond boy!”
So it was Jounouchi. . . what in the hell was he doing here? I grinned mischievously, “If his name is Jounouchi Katsuya, tell him to go fuck himself.”
There was a moment of silence and then, “No sir, that isn’t his name.”
Bullshit, it was definitely Jounouchi. “Then send him up to my office.” I hung it up. So he wanted to see me that badly, eh? School hadn’t let out that long ago. Was this the first place he looked for me? He was good.
I clicked a few icons on my desktop, finally coming to the security cameras, zooming in on one scene in particular. It took a few minutes, but Jounouchi eventually came to stand just outside the doors to my office. He looked confused and out of place, just as he always did. Did the camera lock up? He wasn’t moving. His hands were on the door handles, and yet he just stood there. I peeked around my computer to see if he had entered, but there was no one there.
Slipping from my high-back leather chair, I went to the double-doors, pushing one of them open slightly, “Are you going to just stand there like a dumbass or are you going to come in?” I looked out at him. “I have cameras. I knew it was you all along.”
“You did? Then why did you tell that woman to turn me away?” He stepped inside and I shut the ridiculously large door behind him.
“I wanted to fuck with you.” I smirked at him, and he. . . blushed? Why the hell was he blushing? I thought back to what I said and wanted to cover my face with my hands. He really was a pervert.
“Fair enough.” He replied, looking all around my office. He seemed like a little kid at a toy store, his head bending in directions that couldn’t have been natural and his jaw hanging open as he stared wide-eyed at my furnishings. “Why did you ask if it was a woman?” He continued.
I had gone back to my computer, answering an email that had just entered my inbox, “I wonder.” I answered, without really answering his question at all. So he didn’t understand that I didn’t want women, I wanted. . . what the fuck was I saying? That I want Jounouchi? . . . do I?
After a long while of quiet, the blond started up again, “Hey, Seto-”
“You’ll call me Kaiba here, you got that?” The last thing I needed was for an employee to hear him calling me by my first name.
“Ja, Hitler.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Hey, Kaiba,” He began again, starting to get on my nerves, “One of your windows is missing some tint.”
My fingers stopped moving all on their own. A window without tint? Why would. . . oh yeah. I glanced up at him, “Oh, it’s newer than the others and I’ve yet to get it tinted.” I smirked at him, though I really didn’t mean to. The thought of that window. It was broken just a couple years ago. . . broken by a body. A large, disgusting body.
“I’ve come for my daily training, father.”
“What did I tell you to call me when we were alone?”
“I’m sorry, master.”
“Very good, Seto. You’re early today.”
“I just couldn’t wait to get started on training today.”
“I thought that you wouldn’t show up. Mr. Kitamori told me that you had run off with his son, Saki, last night and stayed out through this morning.”
“Saki. . .”
“Oh? Did something happen? How awful. First you kill your best friend and now-”
“I didn’t kill him!”
“Is that right? I recall you holding the gun.”
“You made me kill him!”
“Did I?”
The view behind him was so beautiful, so promising. . . and yet such a view could be so bloody. “It’s a wonderful view; why don’t you come have a closer look?” He hesitantly stepped toward the window, his blond hair. . .
Blond hair? Jounouchi.
“Kaiba, is this the window that-”
“Shut up!” I shoved him against the glass. Stupid questions, such stupid questions. He was going to call me a murderer. I didn’t kill him! I didn’t kill my best friend! He made me kill him! I’m not a murderer. Shut up you stupid kid! “I’m not a murderer!”
“I never said that!”
“But you were going to!” A murderer. I’m not a murderer! That blood, that’s not his blood. That blood on the floor, that puddle, that pool of crimson blood. . . the tile, all over the tile. Where is this? All of this blood. . .
“You told me what you did! Why are you so pissed off at me?!” Jounouchi struggled against me.
Jounouchi? Why was I pressing Jounouchi against the window? Did he piss me off? But I wasn’t in my office just a second ago. . . I was. . . no, I was definitely in my office the entire time.
“Do you want me to die? I thought we were friends. Why can’t we be friends? Does the Kaiba name make you too good for friends?”
I could feel my strength fading. Of course I didn’t want him to die. What was he talking about?
“What happened to the Seto who laughed and smiled and had so many friends? What happened to Yagami Seto?”
I jumped back. . . Yagami Seto? Yagami. Yagami. My name.
“What happened to the Seto who laughed and smiled and had so many friends?”
“Satoshi.”
“What happened to Yagami Seto?”
“Satoshi!”
He fell to the floor within seconds of the firing of the gun. . . the gun in my hands. I pulled that trigger. It was my fault. Why? Why did I have to do this? That man. . . because of that man. I ran to his side, the blood quickly pooling on the tile. His beautiful hair fell into the blood, dying the tips red. His big brown eyes were still open, still watching. . . still blaming me for his untimely death. “I’m so sorry! So, so sorry! I didn’t want this! This was the only way! I had to!” I pulled his body against me. He was so small, but he had been so strong. My best friend. . . the one person I could confide in. A child my age. Only a teenager and already dead. Dead in my arms. . . because of me. Because of some stupid slut. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
He fell from my arms, and I could hear the splatter of the blood. My hands. . . they were so red, so stained by the life of the one I had killed. He died. . . he died because he was friends with me. I could never let that happen again. He didn’t have to die. If he hadn’t known me. . . he would be alive, and he would be smiling.
A body pressed against my own and I quickly pulled his head to my chest, my chin atop his head. I did my best to stop the tears that had been falling. “Mokuba. . . Mokuba, I did a very bad thing; he made me do a very bad thing.”
“You aren’t a bad person, big brother.”
“Don’t ever be like me, Mokuba.”
It was dark. . . very dark. Was this death, or. . .
- - -
I awoke. . . awoke? . . . to something unexpected. A pretty face with big brown eyes and wild blond hair stared down at me, a surprised expression across its features. “K-Katsuya. . . er, Jounouchi!” His hands had been on my face, and I was in his arms. . . on the floor. . . why?
He pulled his arms away, “Good evening, Seto.” There was that smile. He smiled a lot.
“Why am I on the floor?”
“You were having a nightmare and so I tried to wake you and knocked you out of your chair by accident.”
A nightmare? Here? I never went to sleep. Last I remember, Jou was in my office and I was in my seat, and he asked me about. . . “Ugh, you’re a dumbass.”
“Yeah, well, can’t change who I am.” He rubbed at the back of his head and grinned like an idiot. . . an idiot that was lying.
“No; I mean, you’re a dumbass for actually thinking I’d believe that.” I stood up, glaring at him, and looked out the window that had begun this mess.
“What?”
What had made me angry enough to push my adoptive father out the window? Saki’s betrayal had been the icing on the cake, but there had been something before that. I remember now. Satoshi’s death.
“Satoshi. . .” I turned back to see Jounouchi staring at me. They both looked so similar. Both had innocent brown eyes and unkempt blond hair. But Jounouchi was. . . he was better looking. His skin was a little darker and he seemed more rugged. I kind of. . . I liked that. Even so, I could see Satoshi within him.
It was time to change the subject, “I left school during the day. I haven’t done that in a long time.”
“I figured it out by fourth block. It was dull sitting with Yuugi and the others at lunch today.”
“Dull? They’re your friends, Jounouchi.” I sat down in one of my couches and he sat right next to me. I leaned a bit to get comfortable, but what I really wanted was to. . . to lean against him. Was I wrong for wanting that?
“Yeah, they’re my friends, but I pretty much know all there is to know about them. I know their secrets and hobbies and dreams. . . and they’re so predictable because their personalities are easy to label. But you, you are extremely unpredictable. I can’t tell when you’re going to cry, laugh, or bitch me out. You sound the same when you’re serious and when you’re joking. Sometimes I feel like I’m walking on eggshells around you, and other times I talk more loosely with you than I would with Honda.” He laughed a bit and I couldn’t help but blush. Was he complimenting me? He could talk with me easier than he could with his closest friend? “All in all,” He draped an arm around my shoulders, “you keep things interesting. Each day is something new; I like that.”
I didn’t know what to say to all of that. It just poured from his mouth like he had been rehearsing the entire speech in preparation for this exact moment when he could say it to me. I was. . . flattered, to say the least. I felt. . . I felt, well, special. I looked down at his hand, which had somehow come to rest against my chest.
“You. . . like that, hm?” I asked, referring to what he had said. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
“I do.” He answered, moving his hand to rub at my right shoulder. It felt nice. “Do I make you nervous?” He asked.
“Nervous?” I opened my eyes to gaze over him, “No, I can’t say that you make me nervous.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I told you a couple days ago; you confuse me.”
“How do I confuse you?”
“Like you said about me, you are also very unpredictable. I can never tell what your intentions are. Sometimes I can’t even tell if you’re being honest or not.” I sighed, “There are times where I think you’ll do. . . or try to do. . . what Saki did, and there are times. . .” I reached up, laying my right hand atop the hand he had left on my shoulder, “Where you are very kind and. . . you remind me of someone else I once knew.” Satoshi. . . I laughed a pitiful laugh, “Listen to me; I sound like some teenage sap. How angsty.”
“No comment.” He blurted out quickly, laughing in that cute manner of his. Cute?
I hit him on the head with my left hand and couldn’t help but laugh at the awkward face that he made upon impact.
The door flew open and in came some flustered looking fellow with his hair all in a mess and his suit not so straight, “Mr Kaiba!” He yelled, but stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of my couch. Oh no, not him again.
“What is it, Mr. Hakkai?” I tried to pretend like it was business as usual, though it clearly wasn’t. Neither Katsuya nor I moved from where we had been.
“Well, sir, a fellow employee said that she heard yelling coming from here and I came up to check on you.”
“To check on me? Am I a child that needs to be checked on?”
“No, sir, but just two years ago-”
“Just two years ago the former CEO was pushed out the window. Do you want to be next?”
“S-sir!”
“How are product sales?”
“Th-they’re well, just as always Mr. Kaiba.”
“Is there anything that can be done to maximize profits?”
“We are researching that right now, sir.”
“That’s funny, you don’t look like you’re doing any researching.”
“R-right. I’ll just be on my way then.” He turned to leave, but soon spun back around, “By the way. . . Mr. Kaiba, is this young man your boyfrie-”
“Get the fuck out of my office.”
“Y-yes Mr. Kaiba!” And with that, the man fled the room just as fast as he had rushed in.
Katsuya laughed, “He thought we were boyfriends!” He found that idea funny? Was it really so funny? What was this feeling that I had? My chest was hurting again.
“Yeah. . .” I arched a brow, playing along, “What a freak.”
“You wouldn’t ever go out with someone like me. . . would you.” He wasn’t asking, but the look on his face was so nervous and so sad.
“Would I?” Was all that I could think to say. Did he want to be my boyfriend? Is that what he was getting at? Someone. . . someone like him liked me? I slipped away from the couch and went to my computer, shutting it off, “Come on; we’re gonna go get absolutely drunk. . . then we’re gonna go back to your place. . . and we’re gonna go into your room. . . and we’ll close the door, and then together. . . we will so not do our homework!” I grinned at the look that came over Katsuya’s face. He really did always have his mind in the gutter.
“Uh, that doesn’t exactly sound fun at the end. . . and I can’t exactly get into a bar.”
“Haven’t we had this conversation before? I can get into any bar I so please to enter, and I can drag along whoever I want. As long as you’re with me, you can do anything.” I flashed him a smile, “As for afterward. . . I doubt I’ll be coherent enough to give a fuck what happens. In fact, you might have to carry me home.” I laughed for the millionth time that day. A smile crept to his lips and the sun that came through the windows behind me bounced from his eyes, making them sparkle brilliantly.
That’s when it hit me. I figured out the important thing that I had to do. Up until now, I had felt it, but now I finally realized just what exactly it was. I had to express this feeling that I had. This feeling inside of my chest that was nearly unbearable. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was. . . was. . .
. . . like I was falling in love.
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