Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes: Seto's Story ❯ Day Seven: Unexpected Return ( Chapter 24 )

Behind Blue Eyes: Seto’s Story

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Recap:
In all honesty, the ‘whatever happens, happens’ was more of my feelings about the matter. Did I trust Jounouchi Katsuya to make such a huge decision and have things turn out just fine? Not really. It was just getting to the point that I didn’t know who was on my side anymore. If Jounouchi told them everything that had happened over the course of the past few days, I don’t really know what I’d do.
“Well?” I could hear Yami ask.
I held my breath as my pulse picked up speed, and I didn’t know who could have possibly been more nervous: Katsuya, or me?
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There was a long silence in which neither Katsuya nor the Yuugis spoke a word. Was Katsuya trying to come up with a lie? Was he debating with himself whether or not to tell them the truth? Or maybe . . . maybe he was simply frozen in place, in shock that I had left him alone like that. Surely he didn’t think I wouldn’t be listening in.
“Well Jounouchi?” The deeper-voiced teen (is he a teenager? Some say otherwise.) asked again.
“He said that you could tell us, Jou.” It was Yuugi this time, trying to egg him on.
“He said that, but . . .” Jou definitely sounded unsure of himself. I thought that he would likely tell them everything that would happen because they were all so tight-knit, but it seemed that Jou was really thinking over the consequences this time . . .
“But what?” Yuugi sounded slightly irritated, but I could tell that he was trying is best to be patient with his friend.
“I think that maybe this is a test.”
A test? Jou thinks it is a test? Hm, well, I suppose that it kind of is.
“A test?” Two voices at once.
“Yeah. I know that he doesn’t want people learning about his personal life. I once lost a notebook with some of his information in it and I thought he’d kill me for sure. He probably would have if I had not been able to find it.”
Ah yes, that notebook. I glanced over my shoulder to see it lying innocently on the floor where he had left it beside my laptop. It was just sitting there. No password protection or anything. Yes, tomorrow he was definitely going to get a laptop and I was going to stand there until he typed everything into a word document and then burned that notebook into a powder.
“But this time he told you that you could tell us.” Yami again. “He gave you permission, so he won’t get angry with you.”
“That’s what he said, but I don’t think that’s what he meant.” How was it that Jounouchi had come to know me so well? We had only been together for a few days and already he was catching on. I often said things that I didn’t really mean. Why? Who knows . . .
I stood up and leaned gently against the door, so as not to make any noise that they could hear, and pressed my right ear up against it just in case they decided to start whispering or something.
“Kaiba has always been pretty straight-forward, Jou.” Yuugi still didn’t know me very well at all.
“Not always. Not when it comes to his personal life.” Actually, Katsuya, not when it comes to a lot of things. “Listen guys, I’ve made up my mind. Whether this is a test or not, I’m not telling you anything.”
Wonderful. So he has decided not to tell them anything, but can he hold that stance until the two of them leave? They’re two of his closest friends, after all. I can’t say that I’d be surprised if they were able to convince him to change his mind.
“But Jou-”
“No Yuugi. I’m sorry, but it isn’t my story to tell. If Seto really wanted you to know, he’d tell you himself. He said that he trusted me to talk to you guys. He trusts that I’ll make the right decision, and that’s really saying something when you consider how we used to be towards each other before this whole thing began. I’m not going to ruin this. I’m not going to tell you.”
Wow. He was right. The two of us used to be at each others’ throats. Truth be told, it was probably because the two of us were so similar. Sure there were monetary and status differences, but not really differences in who we are. The two of us would fight anyone to protect those that we care about and we would stand up for them no matter what. The two of us would also lie to those that we love in order to hide our own secrets . . . kind of depressing when you think about it.
“Jounouchi,” Yami was much more stern than his counterpart, “the two of you have only been under the same roof for a little under a week. What could possibly have happened during such a short amount of time that has drawn you two so close together?”
“More has happened in these last few days than you could ever imagine. It’s as if I’ve known Seto for years, and I don’t think I’ve even scratched the surface of learning his life history.”
He was right. So much had gone on in these last few days that it could make a person’s head spin.
“You’ve always been known for being stubborn, Jou,” It was back to Yuugi now, “and that’s definitely one of your strong points. Like I said to you yesterday, if things get out of hand or if things get too dangerous for you to handle, please seek our help. We’re your friends, Jou, and we want to be Seto’s friends too.” My friends? “I hope that eventually you’ll change your mind and tell us what is going on, but I know that neither Yami nor myself are going to be able to sway your decision when you seem so confident.”
“Yuugi!” Yami didn’t sound so pleased that Yuugi was going to give up so easily.
“Yami, as his friends it is our duty to trust him, just like Seto trusts him.” Ah, so that’s what friends are supposed to do.
“It is also our duty to keep him from making poor decisions!”
“I’ve changed a lot since I first became friends with you guys.” A confession from Jou. “I used to be unsure of many decisions that I made. I used to rush into things without thinking.” Sorry Jou, but you still do that. “This time, though, I’m positive that I won’t regret my decision.”
“Come on Yami. The others are probably waiting for us at the game shop.”
There was a long bit of silence and then a distant “Just remember that you can always count on us, Jou!” from Yuugi. So were they finally leaving?
“See you later, guys!” Jou called out to them.
I took my ear off of the door, but stayed close to it, just in case they didn’t actually leave, but started talking again. So he had actually been able to stand up to his friends and not tell them what had happened. I was . . . a little proud of him. Maybe Katsuya wasn’t such a stupid mutt after all.
I was roused from my thoughts by a rather painful collision between the door and my head that sent me backward onto the floor.
“Ow! Stupid mutt!” I was now on the floor, legs sprawled out in front of me, using one arm to hold me up while I rubbed at the spot on my forehead that had just been whacked.
“Eavesdropping? The great Kaiba Seto? Surely not!” Jou joked, placing both hands over his heart in false shock.
“Tch, whatever.” I glared at him, but not seriously. I couldn’t be mad at him for real even if I tried. He had kept my secrets safe. “Why didn’t you tell them?” The question was eating at the back of my mind and I couldn’t help but ask him. Hopefully his answer wouldn’t be something stupid.
Katsuya sat on the floor next to me, leaving the door open. “Because you’d kick my ass if I did.”
I raised a brow. It was a stupid reason.
“Okay, okay,” He began and I thought that maybe he was going to change to his real reason, but then he followed it with “you’d murder me if I did.”
“Brutally.” I added, deciding it was best to just join in. He was worried that I would be angry? “But honestly, I don’t know what I expected you to tell them. I guess that I just figured that if it was you, you’d make the best decision and things would turn out okay.” Is that really what I thought? I trusted Katsuya to make the right decision? I suppose that in the back of my mind, I really did.
“Considering what you used to think of me, you sure have an awful lot of faith in me.”
He had a point, and that’s what I was fighting with myself about. “I guess you’re right, but I just have this gut feeling that you’ll never betray me, so I’m not really worried about letting you say what you please. I mean, you even went against the wishes of two of your best friends just to keep my secret safe.” I felt as though while I was speaking I was trying to reason my own thoughts to myself. It was true; even when I first came to Jounouchi’s apartment, I felt like I could say anything and he wouldn’t repeat it. I didn’t like him much at all in the beginning, but I still had a feeling like that. He has a very trustworthy personality and gives off an aura of a faithful person . . . a faithful dog, heh.
“A gust feeling, huh?” He leaned back on his arms and gazed up at the ceiling. Had his eyes always been such an attractive shade of brown? “I’ll do my best to be dependable.”
I don’t know what possessed me to make me do it, but I lifted my hand a bit and placed it on top of his and we just sat there like that, not saying a word. I could feel the temperature in my cheeks rising rapidly. Since when did I purposely embarrass myself? This was getting ridiculous. Even so, I could faintly feel his pulse quicken along with my own.
I felt a gentle hand on my chin that guided my face and lips toward his. I closed my eyes, readying myself for what I knew would come next. His lips were soft and his kisses were anything but demanding. Before I even noticed, I was lying down on my back. Katsuya, on the other hand, remained seated next to me, leaning over me with his hands on either side of my head for support. From this position, our lips met again.
Looming over me. All of them loomed over me. They were all so much bigger than me, and stronger too. Bigger and stronger . . . every single one. All of them kissing my lips, my neck, my stomach, my . . .
Touching me, rubbing me, caressing me, kissing me, sucking me, licking me . . . no gentle hugs, so kind smiles . . . not a single one that really loved me. Even the one that said it. Saki said it, over and over. Even as he fucked me. Over and over while I cried, clinging tightly to the body that once protected me.
“I love you, I love you, I love you . . .”
None of them loved me. Not of them loved me at all. I was just ‘that cute kid’ or ‘that piece of ass’. I was never-
“Seto.”
I opened my eyes (when had I closed them?) to see Katsuya staring down at me, a worried look in his eyes. When had we stopped kissing? When had he leaned back away from me? Had I said something out loud? It seemed I had ruined yet another moment between us.
“With every word I said, with everything I do, with every breath I take . . . with every beat of my heart . . .”
Katsuya did. Katsuya called me Seto. Katsuya loved me.
“ . . . I love you. I really, truly love you.” His hands found their way under my back and I was lifted up into such a tight embrace that I thought he might stop my heart from beating.
Katsuya hugged me tightly, and not just to get a better grip.
After a time that wasn’t nearly long enough, he lowered me back to the floor, wiping the wetness that I barely noticed was in my eyes. After kissing my forehead he lay down beside me, clasping his hands over his stomach while facing the ceiling.
Katsuya didn’t make me do things that upset me.
How could he say something so hopelessly romantic and yet so perfect? He is . . .
“You’re something right out of a chick-flick, Katsuya.”
I could see him smile, “I know. Do you like chick-flicks?”
“No. But I like you.”
We turned our heads to smile at each other at the same time before we erupted into laughter in unison.
“Just listen to us!” I choked out between fits of laughing.
“We sound like characters in a mushy romance story!” Katsuya finished for me, laughing just the same, but his expression suddenly turned sad.
“What’s the matter?” I propped up on my side, looking down at him while my laughing ceased. We hadn’t said anything that would upset him, so why the sad face? Had something upsetting come to mind? Characters in a mushy romance story . . . was that a bad thing?
“I was just thinking about everything that has happened this week. . . it all seems so unreal. I mean obviously it all really happened, but so many crazy things have happened in less than a week.”
“I know what you mean . . .” He had a point. A lot had happened in just a few days that hadn’t happened to me in years. At first I was just blaming it all on my medication switch . . . though I suppose that not taking the new medicine was contributing to the less-than-wonderful episodes I was having . . . but the incident with Saki was pure coincidence. It was just my shitty luck, I guess. “To be honest, though, the only thing that I’m still surprised about is us. I mean, never in a million years did I-”
He made the most pitiful pouty face on the planet.
“Oh would you quit that!” I shoved him and he stopped. “Anyways . . . it’s a nice change. You’re a nice change.” Jou is a nice change. I needed a change. Life was boring .
“So are you.” He admitted. I turned away from his smile when I felt the heat in my cheeks returning. “You also look great in my clothes.”
I was about to smack him for saying that, but apparently he saw it coming because he was instantly on his feet and bolting out the door before I even realized it. As ridiculous as I felt doing so, I scrambled to my feet and took off after him. How dare he say something so embarrassing and then not let me hit him?
As I entered the living room the blond ran to the other side of the coffee table.
“I don’t like this game.” I folded my arms with absolutely no intention of playing cat and mouse.
“Only because you suck at it.” He smirked, trying to get me riled up.
I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye, “No I-” The words wouldn’t come out and neither would my breath. There was a man in the doorway that I had never seen before. Had Jou’s friends not locked the door behind them? Who was this strange man?
I think I heard Katsuya say something, but it came to my ears as nothing but noise. Right now what he said wasn’t as important as figuring out whom this stranger is and why he’s in Jou’s apartment. It felt like déjà vu.
“What the hell is going on in here?” He sounded like . . . well, he didn’t have a very nice voice, to say the least. “Katsuya?” His eyes were on Jounouchi. Did he know him?
Jou spun around at the sound of the man’s booming voice. “Dad?” Ah, so it was his father. “Y-you’re home early.” His stuttering, along with the nervous laugh that followed, made it obvious that his coming home wasn’t such a good thing.
I had found out a bit about Katsuya’s dad, enough to know that he’s a worthless piece of shit. Even so, I decided to keep my mouth shut for the time being.
“Yeah, lost all my money. Why the hell didn’t you talk me out of going there?”
“I tried too.”
“Well you didn’t try hard enough.” What the hell? Was he joking? “I had to rob a damn hooker just so that I could buy a ticket to fly home.” Was Katsuya really related to this nutcase? “Why is it so clean in here?”
“Because there is a guest here.”
Yeah, it’s not like I wasn’t blatantly standing there or anything. Seriously, was their apartment never clean or something? Even messy people generally cleaned up for guests . . . at least, that’s what I’ve always heard.
“You never cleaned up for any of your other friends.”
“He’s different than my other friends.”
“What, is he your boyfriend or something? Did you turn into a fucking faggot while I was gone?!”
And that was my cue. I could tell that Katsuya was starting to shrink under the pressure. I stepped up beside him, “My name is Kaiba Seto. Perhaps you’ve heard of me.” I wanted to add something like ‘asshole’ or ‘bastard’ but decided against it. For now I would simply play the role of high-and-mighty rich guy, so I folded my arms and titled my chin upward, “I’m chairman and CEO of Kaiba Corporation.”
The older man gave me a long hard look, “You do look kind of familiar. What brings an attractive, rich young man such as yourself to the Jounouchi home?” Attractive? Either he was trying to brownnose me, or he was a hypocrite. I’m willing to bet it’s a combination of the two.
“I’m a classmate of your son.” I motioned toward Katsuya, in case the drunk forgot who his kid was, “We’re working on a lengthy project for one of our classes.”
“Whatever. I have a hangover from the deepest pit of hell. I’ll be in my room, Katsuya.” With that he went down the hallway.
Wait a minute. He was going to his room? If Jou hadn’t cleaned the bathroom yet . . . did he ever manage to-
“Hey Jou?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you ever clean up his r-”
“What the fuck?!”
I knew I should have been the one to take care of the mess! Had he only cleaned up the living room?
I turned around to see him stumbling out of his bedroom. Katsuya rand up to my side just in time to see the bastard go into the bathroom . . . which, as we discovered just a bit ago, hadn’t been cleaned either. Heh, oops.
“Katsuya!” He screamed, gagging. Was he vomiting? Was it really that bad? Ah, he did have a hangover, which likely made everything worse.
The two of us made our way to the bathroom doorway. I stood just behind Jou, trying not to get in the way of this interesting father-son moment. What would the old man do in front of someone like myself?
“Dad, I know that it looks really bad but I swear I’ll clean it up right away!” Jou insisted, sounding like a frightened child. I almost wanted to smack him on the back of the head for being so submissive to such a trashy person.
I grabbed hold of his hand, which was trembling ridiculously. This whole situation wouldn’t even be occurring if I had never been at his apartment in the first place, right? So . . . it was essentially my fault.
His father finally came out of the bathroom, “What did you do, Katsuya?! I’ve got blood on my sheets, blood on my pillow, bloody handcuffs on my bedposts, blood in the tub . . . not to mention that smell!” He threw his hands up in the air, “You’d better have a goddamn good explanation for this or I’ll beat the shit out of both of you!” My gun says otherwise, old man. “I don’t care how rich or famous your little friend is!”
An explanation? We tortured someone and then killed them? No, no, that wouldn’t do. We had kinky, rough sex? Oh man . . . I don’t know about that one.
“I swear to God, if you tell me that you’ve killed someone . . .” The older blond was fuming now. Guess I was going to go with creepy option number two.
“Alright, you caught us.” I tightened my grip on Katsuya’s hand, hoping he would understand that I was trying to tell him I had a plan.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Jou’s father shot me a glare that wouldn’t even frighten a kitten.
“You caught us.” I reiterated, “Kat-chan (heh, mushy pet name) and I were in your room having kinky, rough sex because you have a bigger bed than he does.” Ah yes, that takes care of what happened and why it happened. I believe I’ve mastered the art of lying.
I put one arm across Jou’s back and draped it over his shoulder and put the other arm across his chest and over the same shoulder, basically hanging off of him like some love-drunk bitch. Katsuya, on the other hand, looked mortified. “Kat-chan is just such an excellent lover that I couldn’t help but writhe in pleasure and the handcuffs cut my wrists really badly so I bled all over the place. See my bandages? I washed up in the tub. We were going to clean it up, but we forgot and ended up making out in Jou’s room and then fell asleep. . . in the same bed.” I really liked this new pet name I came up with. Hopefully he wouldn’t hate it.
I held the smile that I hadn’t realized formed on my lips even when my mutt turned his head to stare at me. He looked from me and then to his father. I guess he didn’t quite understand what lengths I would go to in order to keep my secrets under wraps.
“You had sex in my bed?!” The man was pissed, no doubt about it. Surely he wouldn’t actually try to harm us, but just in case . . .
“Did I mention that I killed my father?” I could feel my smile grow into a full-blown grin, even though it wasn’t something a normal person would be so happy about. Then again, what normal person would kill someone else?
His mouth snapped shut. Well, I got the reaction that I was looking for, but . . .
“I killed a guy when I was a kid too. I got away with both murders. I wonder if I could get away with it a third time . . .” I tilted my head, forcing my smile to fall into a glare. I wanted to look more intimidating than psychotic.
So far, so good. What other questions would he throw at me now? Was the interrogation going to end soon?
“W-what were you two doing when I got here?” Haha, he was stuttering. Pathetic.
I smiled when my lie instantly came to me, “We were about to have sex on the coffee table.” Now I was just saying things for my own amusement.
“Oh, well . . . go ahead then . . .”
What the fuck? What kind of response was that? Woah, Seto, don’t lose your edge just yet.
“Oh no, the mood is quite ruined now. Feel free to sleep on the couch while we clean up our love mess.” Our love mess? Oh man . . .
I held a closed-eyed grin until I heard his footsteps disappear down the hallways and then pulled Jounouchi into his father’s bedroom. I had a feeling that I needed to do a bit of explaining.
“Seto?” He didn’t even need to say anything else for me to understand what he was asking.
“I know, I know, but it worked, right?” I could feel my cheeks burning. Thinking back over what I had said made me feel really ridiculous. Had I really said those weird things? It just wasn’t like me, but . . . what is like me? What exactly am I like? I am however it is convenient to be.
“My dad thinks I’m a kinky gay sex fiend. I wouldn’t say that it was an entirely bright idea.”
Good point. “That may be true, but at least he won’t be telling anyone else about it. Well, he’d better not tell anyone.” I glared, pounding one fist into my other palm. My unspoken threats should be enough to keep him quiet.
“Man, he wasn’t kidding about the smell.” Katsuya was by the bed now, a disgusted expression on his face.
I inspected it from the other side. It wasn’t as big of a mess as his father proclaimed, but it wasn’t something that could simply be washed into nonexistence, “It’s no good. We’ll go out and buy him some new sheets.” I pulled up the sheet a bit and took a peek underneath, “And a new mattress as well.” What kind of bum doesn’t have a mattress pad? Aren’t those standard?
“Do we just throw this stuff away?”
Throw it away? “You’re joking, right?” I sighed and shook my head. I guess he was new to this sort of thing. I picked up the pillow and examined it. My own blood was on these things, but it looked so foreign to me. No one should make me bleed except for me.
“Be stronger than anyone else.”
“No, I’ll just have some of my men come and take it tonight and dispose of it properly. I don’t think that your garbage men would take too kindly to a blood-stained mattress.” Yeah, that’s it, just lie. Well, it wasn’t exactly a lie, it just wasn’t the entire truth. I don’t want to ever leave evidence behind that could incriminate me or reveal my secrets. Katsuya didn’t need to worry himself with details like that.
“That’s true. Wouldn’t your ‘men’ be bothered by it too?”
“I inherited many employees from my adoptive father, Gozaburo. Originally Kaiba Corporation was a military corporation. While most employees refused to work for a gaming company, several remained with me. The men that I will call had to deal with my father’s work. I don’t know how many people he murdered, and I don’t want to know. But I do know that these men are capable of destroying evidence.”
“Oh. Wow.” He left it at that, and that was probably for the best.
Together we began pulling everything off of the bed-frame and tossing it to the floor.
“Katsuya, come here!” The bastard called from out in the living room.
Hmm, what could he possibly want? I flashed Katsuya a smile, “Go on, I’ll finish up here.”
He seemed unsure, “Well . . . alright. I’ll be back in a second.” He left, conveniently leaving the door open.
Apparently instead of taking a nap on the couch like a good buy, the guy just sat there and stewed the entire time, thinking about what I had said. What if he was really mad at Katsuya? What if he said things that were terrible enough to really upset him? Or worse . . . what if he physically hurt him? He would call out to me for help, right?
Who was I kidding? Jounouchi Katsuya was well known for his tough-guy attitude. He, much like myself, would never think about calling out like a child . . . no matter how necessary it may be.
I went back to Jou’s bedroom, grabbing the other handgun that had been brought to me because I had left the other one on . . . the living room table. What if Jou’s father had grabbed it?
I walked into the room just in time to see Katsuya land on the floor, a pained noise leaking from his lips when he was violently kicked in the side. Did that mean I was too late? No, there was still time keep it from going any further. After all, I am a Kaiba.
“Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear.” I spoke in the most chilling and intimidating voice I could muster at the moment, cocking my gun and pointing it at Katsuya’s offender.
He backed away instantly, hands in the air where they ought to be, “Woah, wait!”
“I’m going to make a deal with you, old man. I’ll give you the money to buy your own damn sheets and then Katsuya and I are going to pack our things and go to my house for the second half of our project. So then, you’ll keep your mouth shut about all of this, right?” Not like he had much of a choice in the matter. Then again, no one really had a real choice when it came to deals made by the Kaiba family.
Now I sound like a mobster.
His eyes moved from me, to Jou, then back to me. Did he seriously need to contemplate his decision? “Fine. Damn bastard. It’s not like my life is worth a damn anyways . . .”
His life wasn’t worth anything? So even my threats against him wouldn’t be enough to keep him quiet? In that case . . .
“I’m sorry,” I smirked, lowering the gun to point at a very confused Katsuya, “what did you just say?” What would he do? Was he truly a worthless piece of shit or did he actually care even the slightest bit about his own child?
“Okay, okay! You have a deal! I won’t say anything, just don’t hurt my son!”
I looked him dead in the eyes. He certainly looked terrified, but was he really? Either way, it was good enough for now.
“Good.” I lowered the gun to my side, much to the relief of both Jounouchi men, and started back down the hall, “Come, Katsuya.” I mentally laughed at the fact that I just called him like a dog. It was even funnier when he scrambled to his feet to follow me.
I went around his bedroom, gathering up my things and stuffing them back into my bags. “You need to get your things together too.” I told Katsuya, “Do you have any suitcases?”
“Seto, what has gotten into you?” He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.
“What?” What was he talking about?
“You know damn well ‘what’! You pointed a gun at us!”
Oh. That. Right.
“I only pointed it at you to make him keep quiet. You know that I would never shoot you.” He didn’t think I’d actually shoot him, did he? Did he distrust me that much?
“But if he blabbed,” Katsuya continued, “would you shoot him?”
Would I? “No. You wouldn’t want me to do that.” Was that the truth?
“Is that the only reason you wouldn’t kill him?”
What kind of question is that? Was there any other reason not to? I mean, he was a lousy father and a shitty human being. “Yes.” If there was any reason at all not to kill him, that was it.
“Not because killing is wrong?”
Because killing is wrong? Man, I guess he didn’t know me as well as I thought he did. “No.” I looked back toward my belongings. He just didn’t get it, did he? “I’m sorry, but if word got out about what has happened here . . .”
“I thought you said that you promised yourself that you wouldn’t kill anyone ever again!”
Oh geez, here we go. “I wasn’t thinking straight at that time.”
He grabbed me by the chin this time in order to force me to look at him. Why was he being so rude? “You aren’t thinking straight now!”
“Jounouchi!” I narrowed my eyes, almost tempted to slap him. “In this life you can be one of two things: The killer or the killed.” I just so happened to be the killer.
He didn’t seem to shocked by what I said, “Did Gozaburo teach you that line or is that fucked up philosophy of your own creation?”
“I killed him . . . Satoshi . . . I killed . . . he’s . . .”
“It’s okay, Seto. You had to do it. He knew too much. In this life you can be one of two things: The killer or the killed. Remember that.”
“I think . . . I think that he taught me that . . . but it was a lesson worth learning.” Yeah, that’s the reason I got where I am today. “If you don’t obliterate your enemies, they’ll surely take you out. Heh, that’s the fatal mistake that Gozaburo made.” In my mind I could see him falling to his death over and over and over . . .
“Will Saki also meet the same fate?”
Saki . . . what would happen to Saki? Could I ever bring myself to kill someone that had meant so much to me? I mean, sure he was a terrible person, but . . . now wasn’t the time to be discussing things like this. “Do you have any suitcases?” I asked again.
He sighed loudly, “They’re under my bed. I’ll pack them myself.” Ah, so he had actually given up. I guess even he wasn’t in the mood to be persistent.
“Just bring clothes and a toothbrush; everything else will be provided for you.” The way that statement rolled off of my tongue . . . had I said it before?
“Maybe I don’t want you to provide for me.” He pulled a suitcase out from under his bed and opened it on the floor.
“Excuse me?” What, just because I didn’t answer his question he was going to be a stubborn child now?
“I said,” He stood up and go unnecessarily close to my face, “Maybe I don’t want a cold-blooded murderer to provide for me!”
A cold-blooded murderer? Did he think I just fucking went around killing people for the hell of it?! What kind of thing was that to say? After I just saved his stupid ass, too! That’s what I get for telling people about my past; I get called a murderer!
“So that’s what I am now, huh?! A murderer?! Let’s see you try to live how I have lived without killing someone! Go through the shit I’ve been through and then try to judge me!” I went to retrieve my cell phone to call my driver. Even if Katsuya was being an asshole, we still had to finish this fucking project, “You’re an ungrateful bastard! Just be glad you haven’t had to kill someone for the sake of someone you love!” As I pulled out my cell phone, he grabbed my hand. Now what?
“For someone you love?” What a stupid thing to be curious about.
“For Mokuba.” For Mokuba . . . I did a lot for Mokuba, a lot of terrible things. Mokuba would never forgive me if he ever found out that I did it all to protect him. Mokuba was that kind of person. “I had to kill Satoshi, my close friend, for Mokuba’s safety.” Had I ever mentioned Satoshi to Katsuya before? The two of them looked pretty similar. Katsuya didn’t appear as if he was going to say anything else, so I just continued, “If I hadn’t been able to kill him, Gozaburo would have trained Mokuba in my place. I couldn’t let that monster hurt my only family.” I eyed Katsuya’s hand, longing for him to let go of me so I could call my driver and get us the hell out of here. I didn’t want to talk about Satoshi anymore.
“Seto. Seto, I’m sorr-”
“No, it’s my fault. I’ve never really explained anything to you so you didn’t know. I’ll fill you in during our time at my place, okay?” Actually, I just wanted to say something to make him leave me alone about it for now. Hopefully he would eventually just forget about it.
“Alright.” He seemed convinced enough. “Who were you going to call?” He finally moved his hand away.
“I’m going to call my driver to come pick us up.” I glanced over at his still-empty suitcase and then smiled back at him, ““Just bring clothes and a toothbrush; everything else will be provided for you.”
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Hooray! Finally! Yet another chapter completed! It’s amazing how changing from one point of view to another makes the second chapter longer than the original. Seto thinks too much! I hope you all will enjoy this one just as much as the others!