Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes: Seto's Story ❯ Day Eight: Everything is Ours ( Chapter 29 )

Behind Blue Eyes: Seto's Story

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Here is another chapter! I'm slowing down again . . . ugh . . . enjoy!

Disclaimer: Yugioh is property of Kazuki Takahashi. This story belongs to me! I don't make money off of it, though . . . perhaps I should finally get started on that novel I've been wanting to write . . .

Funny Note: Each version of Behind Blue Eyes is more than twice as long as the first Harry Potter novel . . . just let that thought sink in while I hang myself . . .

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Recap:

“If you do shoot him, make it worthwhile . . .”

I could hear my own heart beating hard against my chest.

“. . . and shoot to kill.”

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Katsuya let out a nervous laugh, “Real funny.”

Did he really think that I was joking? Surely he remembers what just happened only a few days ago. Has he already forgotten what kind of person Saki is? Katsuya has only had a taste of what Saki is capable of, “If you shoot him and he lives, he'll definitely kill you.” Without hesitation, Saki would kill him.

“Wow, the atmosphere sure is tense!” Mokuba put his hands on his hips as he stood between us, looking from Katsuya's face and then to mine. Mokuba doesn't like tense situations, so it makes sense that he would try to lighten things up. “Just relax! It's not like Saki could cover it up, Seto, not if you're the one that says Saki killed him. You have a way higher status in society than that worthless piece of-”

I shot him a look, daring him to let a foul word leave his mouth.

“-poo.” That's more like it.

While there is a chance that my word would override the word of the Kitamori family, one fact still remains: “Even then, Katsuya would still be dead.” I wasn't worried because Saki would get away with murder; I was worried because Katsuya could be killed.

“That's true . . .” Mokuba admitted, scrunching up his face with thought.

“You guys, he won't kill me!” The blond insisted, clearly frustrated with the situation.

“Yeah, Saki probably isn't dumb enough to kill him, Seto.” Mokuba eyed Katsuya, nodding his head and rubbing his chin. He was then quick to change the topic, “So what were you guys up to while I was gone, hmmmmmmm?” He held his hands behind his back while he grinned from ear to ear.

“We had lunch.” I'd let the topic die for now, but Katsuya and I were going to have a serious discussion about meeting Saki tonight when Mokuba wasn't around to interrupt, “Sorry, but I didn't have them make any for you. I thought you'd be at your friend's house longer.” Or rather, I had hoped he'd be there longer.

My brother only laughed, “No you didn't! I always come home shortly after I get there. My friend's are all so lame!” And I'm not? He'd rather be here with Katsuya and I than with kids his own age? I wonder what his idea of fun consists of.

“So I'm guessing that your hot tub offer no longer stands.” Katsuya nodded his head towards Mokuba. Was he trying to embarrass me? I just won't let on that I'm pissed and then he won't be satisfied. Hah! That'll show that stupid blond.

“Oh?” Mokuba cooed, “By all means, you lovebirds go and enjoy yourselves! I'll be a good boy and leave you alone.”

Lovebirds? Was everyone trying to get on my bad side today? Don't show anger, don't show anger, don't show anger . . . all he wants is a reaction. I just stared at Katsuya until I was sure that I might burn holes into that thick skull of his and then I looked down at Mokuba, “Will you really?” Somehow I don't believe for a second that Mokuba could leave us to ourselves, knowing what he knows about us.

“I will!” He was still grinning.

“You know that if you go back on your word and end up bothering us, I'll be disappointed in you.”

Mokuba's grin faded instantly, “Yes, Seto.” That's more like it.

Mokuba is a good kid, he really is. It's just that in the last year or so he has been very bad about doing what he's asked. I guess that's where he and I are the same; we do what we want to do and not what we are told to do.

“Awesome!” Jou blurted out before grabbing me by the wrist and practically dragging me toward the stairs.

“What's the big rush?!” I didn't fight his grip, as that would probably only end up hurting my arm.

“I get to see you without a shirt on this time, right?”

What the hell? “You've seen me naked before, so what's the big deal?” It felt really weird to say it, but it was the truth. I woke up naked in his bed right after Saki . . . right after he . . .

“But the situation is completely different this time! We're gonna be shirtless, wet, and alone together!”

Shirtless, wet, and alone together? He sounded awfully excited about this. “Suddenly I don't know if I want to do this anymore . . .” What if he tried something weird while we were out there? With only shorts between us . . . that wasn't much. What would I do? He wouldn't try something outside; that would be indecent. What am I talking about? This is Katsuya! Decency isn't his forte.

He finally released me from his death-grip once we arrived in my bedroom.

“You know that I love you, right?” He asked suddenly, catching me completely off guard. What the hell was I supposed to answer to something like that? It came completely out of nowhere! “So then you know that I won't do anything bad.” He concluded on his own.

Sure it sounded nice, but . . . “You've tried to before.” I looked away from him. I couldn't let those kind eyes reel me in. His actions when I first arrived at his apartment last week couldn't be overlooked so easily.

“That was before I fell in love with you.” He sounded hurt. I suppose that the situation was slightly different at the time, but it isn't much of an excuse for his intentions. I don't even want to know his exact intentions.

Before he fell in love with me.

“You know that I love you, right?”

“You say such embarrassing things.” I turned away from him and folded my arms. I actually wanted to smack him with a pillow or something, but manage to refrain from doing so.

“Embarrassing, huh? Is it also embarrassing when I do this?” Soft fingers turned my head until I was facing their owner. Katsuya leaned in and kissed me without warning, just like he always did. It was short-lived, but nice just the same. Nice? Yeah, it was nice. When he was finished, though, he put his forehead against mine and the two of us just stood there like that. He really is such a romantic . . . it's almost disgusting.

“Yeah, that's embarrassing too.” I informed him, looking into his eyes. Wait a second, “Didn't you used to be shorter?” I had been noticing it for a while, but it was still weird to be so close in height.

“Years ago when we first met! I've grown a little since then. You're just now noticing?”

“No, I just never said anything before.” I pulled away from him, unable to take the awkward position any longer, “Let's get changed, okay?”

“Yeah. Oh, I only have one pair of trunks.”

Was he blind or just oblivious? “Look on my bed.” They were laying right there the whole time. It wasn't like they were blending in or anything.

“The house help is really efficient.” He looked surprised, “Where are yours?” He lifted the article of clothing from my bed, examining it as if they couldn't have possibly been his.

“They put my laundry away for me.” If they didn't, what good would they be? “They don't know what to do with your clothes.” I laughed a little. It was kind of funny that they just left it sitting on the bed, but at the same time . . . are they stupid? They couldn't have asked me where I'd like them to put his clothing? My bed isn't the place for such things. “I guess we'll have to make room for your clothes.” Of all of the places in my room, my chest of drawers was probably the best place. My closet was for me only. I went to the chest of drawers, “You can put your things in here.”

“But where will you put all of your-”

I opened the second drawer, showing him that it was empty, “I only use the top drawer. Practically my entire wardrobe is business attire or at least business casual, so I hang everything in my closet. Even the few t-shirts that I own are hanging up. Apparently they're more likely to get wrinkled in a drawer.” That's what the housekeepers told me. I wouldn't be caught dead walking around in wrinkled clothes!

“Why do you only use the top drawer?”

Seriously? Was he that clueless? Maybe not everyone used their drawers for the same purpose, but I thought that putting underclothes in the top drawer was pretty standard . . .

“Oh, your underwear.” He answered for me, grinning like a total creep afterward.

“Do I need to have a lock installed?” I was only half-joking. I don't know what I'd do if I walked into my room one day only to find Jou sniffing my boxers or something. “Anyways, you can just put all of your clothes in here.” I eyed the bags that he had brought with him and then looked back to the drawer. Yeah, they ought to fit. I guess that since he only had that small amount of clothes with him, it would be just fine . . . he wouldn't be staying long, after all. At the end of the week he'll be leaving and it will just be Mokuba and I.

He laughed, “I'm sure they'll all fit in one drawer.”

“Yeah I know.” I informed him, “I was just . . .” No, I shouldn't keep bugging him about moving in. If he really wanted to move in, he would have said so before.

"Since the two of us would be all alone and your father is a fuck-up, why don't you just move in with me?"

"I'll think about it."

He just said he'd think about it . . . that means no, right?

“You okay?” I felt the weight of his hand on my shoulder, startling me just a bit.

How could he act so kind and yet say something so cold? It took a lot for me to ask him to move in with me! “Uh, yeah. I was just . . .” Should I say something? “I . . .” I should say something. Just say it. “Do you really not want to move in with me?” I looked him directly in the eyes. Don't reject me, don't reject me . . .

His eyes went wide, “Seto, I was totally joking when I said that I would think about it! Why the hell would I pass up on an offer to move into the Kaiba mansion?”

What? You mean all this fucking time I've been worried about absolutely noth-

wait.

“So . . . you'll move in with me?”

“Yeah, of course I will.”

I couldn't help but smile. I don't mean just any smile, either. I haven't smiled so big in ages. I just couldn't help it! Katsuya was going to move in! I wasn't going to get lonely ever again! I mean, sure I had Mokuba . . . but someday Mokuba will leave . . . Jou's moving in!

“That's great.” I tried not to give away my uncontrollable excitement more than I already had. I mean, it's great that I'll have someone all the time, but why the hell is my heart beating so fast? Obviously my life lacks any kind of excitement whatsoever. Something like this shouldn't make me so happy.

I pulled out my cell phone to call some people to go and get his belongings. If I waited too long, he might change his mind! “I'll just call some people right now to go get your things and-”

“Woah, woah!” He pulled my phone out of my hand. If he said that he was just joking about moving in . . . “Not just yet! Hot tub first, moving later.” He closed my phone, tossing it onto my bed, “Okay?”

Heh, I guess I was being a bit hasty. There's no way he'd change his mind, right? I'll make sure that he doesn't have a reason to change his mind. “Right, of course.” I opened the bottom drawer and retrieved my swimming trunks.

“I thought you only used the top drawer.”

“Oh, that's right. I use the bottom one too. Guess you'll just have to use your own furniture.” I winked at him . . . I winked at him?! Oh man, I'm losing it. I went into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

As I was changing, thoughts raced through my head about the coming situation. Katsuya and I were going to be out in my hot tub together with nothing between us but the shorts we'd be wearing . . . it makes me nervous! What if he was expecting something? What if I didn't do what he wanted and so he decides not to move in? No, no, Katsuya isn't that type of person . . .

. . . but neither was Saki.

Why do I keep having such contradicting thoughts? One minute I don't want him to leave me and the next minute I'm worried that he's going to sexually assault me! I need to make up my mind . . . but it's really hard for me to say that I completely trust him. In reality, I'd be lying if I said that I completely trust Katsuya. I don't know what it will take for me to trust him that way, but I hope that I can some day. Whatever powers that may exist, please, please, please don't let Katsuya betray me.

I came out of the bathroom, in my swimming attire, only to find Jou shirtless and sitting on my bed with one of my pillows on his lap. Luckily I could see his trunks sticking out from beneath it otherwise I would have thought he was naked . . . I don't know what I would have done then. Killed him? Something close to it at least. “What are you doing with my pillow?” Why would he have a pillow in his lap? If he had his shorts on . . . maybe he was trying to make me think he was naked as a joke.

“I was sniffing it again.” He told me, that goofy grin on his face like usual. Sniffing it again? That answer came out of him a bit too easily . . . whatever; it doesn't matter.

I shook my head, “Well, let's go.”

I left my bedroom and he was following behind me, which made me a little uneasy. Here I am, no shirt, no shoes, and just a pair of shorts on and there is someone walking behind me. He's staring at my back, no doubt, with all of those hideous scars on it.

“You're still gorgeous.” He informed me, out of nowhere.

“Still?” I asked, continuing my steady pace toward the stairs. He was either reading my mind or thinking out loud. Perhaps something like `you may have those ugly scars, but you're still gorgeous'. That word certainly doesn't describe me.

I couldn't see his face, but his moment of silence told me that he was probably silently cursing himself. He didn't need to hide it; I know it's hard not to stare at them. Has Mokuba ever seen them? I usually just sit by the pool and read while he's in it swimming around, so it's possible that he's never seen them. If he has, he's never said anything. Mokuba isn't the type to keep quiet about this sort of thing.

“Even with your scars . . .” He eventually added.

“You don't have to lie to me, you know. They're ugly, just say so.” Just fucking say it. I know that they're ugly, so lying about it is only annoying.

“They don't make you ugly.” He insisted, “You're physically beautiful, but I love you because of you.”

“Because of me?” I stopped walking this time and Katsuya went around me, standing in front and facing me. What the hell did he mean by that? He used to hate me because of my attitude! My attitude hasn't changed one bit!

. . . has it?

“Because you're Seto.” He was grinning again as he placed both of his hands on my shoulders.

Because I'm Seto? “Because I'm Kaiba Seto?” What the hell is he talking about?

“Nah. Just Seto.”

Oh. He loves me . . . because I'm me. Not because I'm rich, not because of my appearance . . . though it seems to help . . . but because . . . I'm me.

“I love your beautiful blue eyes, your gorgeous brown hair, your sexy legs, that adorable face . . . I love everything about you.”

Saki never said that he loved me because I was me, at least not that I can remember.

I closed my eyes as the situation started to feel awkward, “Stop saying such embarrassing things.” I brushed away his hands and went down the stairs with Katsuya right at my heels like usual. Did he never think to walk next to me?

Mokuba was standing by the back door that we were going to and I just knew he was prepared to say something weird.

“You two kids play niiiiiiiice!” He winked at Jou, “Remember, other people use that hot tub too, so don't make a mess!”

“Mokuba!” I knew it! Some of the things he has been saying recently are really beginning to worry me. Is he hanging around the wrong people? Perhaps I'll have some extensive research done on his friends.

“Aww, lighten up, bro!” This time he winked at me before running off. Knowing him, he was probably going to annoy the women in the house . . . of course, they all thought it was cute.

“I swear, sometimes he says the most vulgar things.” I opened the back door and went outside.

Katsuya followed me, “That's what public school does to kids.” He informed me, laughing.

Public school? That would make sense. I went to public school before I was adopted, but was homeschooled until Gozaburo died. Mokuba also didn't go through the same strict training that I went through. I guess that perhaps he seems to strange to me because of the difference in how we were raised. Mokuba acts like a typical teenage boy and I act like an old man . . . well, that's what some people have told me. At least I'm not an old man . . . fucking geezers.

I started to head toward the hot tub when I realized that my shadow wasn't with me. “Jou?” I turned around to see him looking all around with wide eyes and a slightly-opened mouth. Did he just see something? I looked off in the same direction, but nothing was there. “Hey! Katsuya!” Still he didn't answer, so I stepped right in front of him to cut off his line of sight, “You okay?”

He instantly snapped out of his trance, “Yeah, it's just . . . wow! This area is so huge and neat-looking.” Neat-looking? Katsuya is also a typical teenage boy. “Where I live, I don't even have a yard. I lived in a house with a yard before my parents split up, but it was nothing like this at all.” Where he lives? I think he's forgetting something.

I granted him a smile, “What are you talking about? You live here now, remember?” I faced my pool, holding out my arms as if to encompass everything, “All of this is yours too.” All of this . . . is ours.

I went over to the hot tub . . . but he still hadn't followed! Looking back over at him I could see that he was zoning out again. Honestly, who zones out as much as that dumb blond? “Earth to Katsuya!!!” I called out, hoping he'd hear me and come over without me having to drag his happy ass.

“On my way!” He ran over and immediately stepped into the water, “This feels awesome!”

“Are you sitting on a jet?” I raised one brow and smirked. Okay, so that was a vulgar joke . . . I blame Mokuba. And public schooling.

“I'm not that weird.”

I finally went in as well and dared to take a seat right beside him. I'm not sure what possessed me to sit so close but, well . . . I did. “I haven't been in here in a long while. Feels good.” I smiled and closed my eyes. The hot water really did feel relaxing. I could almost fall asleep. Jou would keep me from drowning; I trust him to do at least that much.

Speaking of trust . . . “Hey Jou?”

“Yeah?”

“What were you really doing in my library today?” I leaned back, opened my eyes, and tilted my head just enough that I could still look at his face. Sometimes you can tell if a person is lying just by looking at their expression. Katsuya isn't very good at keeping a poker face.

He stared at me for a moment, “What do you mean? I was just looking around. You have more books than our school!”

Trying to steer the conversation another direction? A sign of guilt. “I heard a weird noise coming from there. I heard it twice, actually. Then you were acting really weird when I came in and tried to help you pick the books up.”

This time he just stared at me and said nothing at all.

I let him sweat a bit before announcing my conclusion, “So something did happen. Weren't you the one preaching about telling the truth?” Nobody likes a hypocrite . . . not that I haven't been a hypocrite before.

“Alright, alright!” He got into the same position as me, “I was just walking along, running my hand along the books when I came to one that felt funny. It was one of the books we had to read in school so I just kind of picked it up . . . well, I tried to pick it up, but when I pulled on it, the whole damn section of shelving came down!”

“Came down?” What did he mean? The shelving obviously hadn't fallen away from the wall.

“It went down into the floor! There were stairs leading down somewhere behind it!”

“Stairs behind it?” I lifted my head up from the edge of the hot tub.

“Yeah . . . when I heard you calling for me I panicked and started looking for a way to close the passageway. I tripped over the area where it went from the stone floor to the carpeting of the library and knocked off all of those books. Only one book didn't fall over. I guess that one was the switch to bring it back up.” He heaved a long sigh before looking away from me and up at the sky.

“So that's why you freaked out when I tried to touch it.” That sure made a lot more sense than his previous story, “But why didn't you just tell me about it to begin with? What's the point in hiding something like that from me?” I live here; something like that shouldn't be kept secret from me. Did he think it led to some magical treasure or something? I joke about it, but I don't think I'd put something like that past him . . .

“You mean you didn't know that was there?”

“That doesn't answer my question, but no, I didn't.” I haven't seriously read every book in there and I don't go around running my hand along the bindings like he was doing, so naturally I never found it, “The thing is, there are little secret doorways in several locations throughout the house that all lead down to the basement.” I have one in the backyard that leads to a secret computer room. “Why they are secret doorways and not regular doorways I'll never know.” I cupped some water in my hands and splashed it on my face. It felt really refreshing.

“Get your hair wet.”

“What?” Did he just tell me to get my hair wet? After that huge revelation about secret doorways, that's all he had to say? Wouldn't someone like him normally be interested in secret passageways?

“Get your hair wet.” He repeated, scooping water up and attempting to dump it right on top of my head!

“What the hell are you doing?” I knocked his hands away just in time and scooted to the other side of the hot tub, where I should have been all along, “Why are you trying to get my hair wet?” Was he being perverted again? What other reason would there be for him to want to see me with wet hair?

“Because you'd look really hot with your hair stuck to you.”

Pervert! Even so, my heart was beating so fast and I feel . . . anxious. My heart started beating even harder when Jou slowly approached me. I felt like I was frozen in place, like I just couldn't move . . . like I didn't want to move. He scooped up more water and this time I just closed my eyes as I allowed him to dump the warm water right on top of my head. I felt it run down along my nose and my jaw before landing on my shoulders, chest, and the water around me. He repeated the process several more times . . . and I let him. It actually felt really nice, but my pulse refused to slow itself. Even though the water was warm, I felt a chill run down my spine.

With my eyes still closed, I could sense him moving closer until I felt hands gently grasp each side of my head and pull me toward him. I could feel his breath on my lips and hear my own heartbeat thumping in my ears. Why was I so nervous? He's kissed me before! Maybe I'm not nervous . . . but then what is this feeling?

He finally (finally?) closed the gap, pressing our lips together. He licked my bottom lip and a strange noise escaped me. I wasn't expecting him to do something like that so suddenly. I opened one eye to look at him. For some reason, I just wanted to see his face as he kissed me. Did he look nervous?

His eye opened to gaze into mine when I had yet to grant his tongue entry. Grant his tongue entry? Oh yeah, Seto, that doesn't sound dirty at all.

Without any warning he suddenly stopped kissing me and sat down beside me looking relatively irritated. What the hell?

What if I didn't do what he wanted and so he decides not to move in?

“Why did you stop?” I asked, unable to mask the confusion in my own voice. He wasn't already bored with kissing me, was he? Was I no good at it? I should've just opened my damn mouth.

“What? But I thought- Weren't you- . . . what?”

So it's not because I'm a horrible kisser? He thought that I wanted him to stop? I couldn't help but smile. I think that he's cutest when he's confused. “I asked . . .” Placing both of my hands on his right leg (I was currently seated on his right), I leaned toward him, “. . . why did you stop?” My heart was racing once more. I'm not used to making moves on people because I want to do it. It's . . . thrilling? Is that what you'd call it? Is that what this feeling really is?

He smirked, “Gee, I don't know. Maybe I'd rather kiss you with you sitting on my lap.”

On his lap? I could have sworn that my heart suddenly skipped a beat. I almost checked my arms to make sure that I wasn't shaking. On his lap? He wanted to kiss . . . with me on his lap? That sounded . . . really nice . . .

“Oh?” I tilted my head to the side, moving carefully from my seat to stand in front of him. I slowly climbed onto his lap while facing him, resting my legs on either side of his, with my knees against the wall of the hot tub, “Did you mean like this?” I draped my arms over his shoulders and crossed them loosely behind his neck.

What am I doing? Why am I acting this way? After years of being forced to do exactly what I am doing now, why does it make me so excited? I'm not being forced this time. I want this.

I want this.

Katsuya wouldn't do anything that I didn't want him to do, right? I have to believe that. Prove me right, Jounouchi Katsuya.

The blond's mouth opened, but he didn't utter a word. He looked shocked, and with good reason. This isn't like me.

“What's the matter, Katsuya?” I tried to play it cool, “Have I actually discovered a way to shut you up?” If I just joke around, the tense air will go away. I don't want things to get too serious. He wants to kiss in this position, right? That's all it is. There isn't anything more to it than that.

“Heh.” Was all that I got in response. His arms snaked around my waist as his brown eyes stared up at my face. Was he trying to get a reaction out of me? If he was expecting me to-

“What are you doing?” I asked, losing that cool that I had tried to fake. He had snuck one hand down and was rubbing circles on my ass! That's not what he said he wanted to do!

His hand continued moving while he held me tightly with his other arm, “What? You're sitting on my lap in a sexy position wearing only shorts and you expect me to just sit here?”

He had a point. My actions and my intentions didn't exactly line up. I guess I was hoping that this would be enough to make him happy, but he wants more than I'm willing to give.

“I can't, I'm sorry.”

“You say that every time. You get me so worked up and then shoot me down. That's not very nice, Seto-koi.”

I did the same to Saki every time. Things would begin innocently enough, but he wanted to go all the way. After he tried the first time, he continued to try. Every kiss turned into an attempt to fuck me until he eventually just took what he wanted and disappeared . . . why had he disappeared during those years?

I hugged Katsuya and placed my chin on his left shoulder, “I love you, Katsuya.” Jou wouldn't do something like that to me. I've seen the way that he interacts with his friends and other people. He's kind and compassionate. He doesn't want to hurt those that he cares about and I don't think he would lie about loving someone. Katsuya may be a bit of an airhead sometimes, but he's generally an honest person. He isn't the type to trick someone, at least not in a cruel manner. I think that I know Katsuya a bit better than I knew Saki.

“I love you too, Seto.” He returned my embrace, the offending hand moving away from my rear and up to my back. Katsuya is very kind.

I closed my eyes, breathing in his faint scent. Maybe I'd fall asleep just sitting here like this. It probably wasn't a good idea, since we were both sitting in a hot tub, but I just felt so relaxed and at ease. My pulse had slowed down to normality and I couldn't have felt more secure . . .

. . . until I felt warm, soft lips against my neck. I waited for a moment but the kisses game again and again, eventually trailing down my neck and across my shoulder. I leaned back, shivering involuntarily, “Don't do that.” Did I really want him to stop? The voice coming out of my mouth wasn't even enough to convince me. It's just Katsuya; he won't do anything. “I'm in control of this situation.” I informed him, just in case he had any weird ideas going through that head of his. I'm in control . . .

Bound, gagged, blindfolded . . . can't see, can't speak . . . my screams are only muffled whimpers and all I can do . . . is feel.

Helpless . . .

“You don't have to be.” Katsuya wrapped one hand around the back of my neck, pulling me back toward him until our lips met. He nipped at my bottom lip and this time . . . I let him in. I let him. I'm in control.

I have to be in control. I won't let him win.

I entangled my hands in his hair, his hands entangled in mine, and I fought to show him who was in charge of the situation. I opened my eyes to remind myself that I could see and then closed them again. I can move my hands, see with my own eyes, and I wasn't held down by anything.

“Seto . . .” Katsuya huffed as we finally separated, each of us panting like animals. I should have felt ridiculous, should have felt disgusting . . . but I didn't. “Seto, I want you so badly . . .”

Want me? What does he mean by that? He can only have me if I let him; I control this relationship.

Something hard was pressed against my ass and it was only then that I realized I was in a similar predicament. It's only natural for a guy my age to be turned on by that kind of intense kissing, right?

“Say it, Seto. Tell me that you want me.” The words came as whispers across my ear as teeth nipped gently at my earlobe. A kiss to my jaw line followed and I thought I'd melt from the inside out.

“I . . . I . . .”

“Tell me that you want me.”

I want it . . .

“Tell me . . .”

I want it . . .

“. . . that you want me.”

. . . I don't want it.

“Ummmm . . . Seto? Jou?”

Oh thank whatever the fuck is governing this world. Finally Mokuba had good timing!

“Dammit! Go away!” Jou snapped. That's not like him at all. Why was he yelling at my brother?

I glanced at Mokuba over my shoulder, covering Jou's mouth with my hand, “It's okay, Mokuba. What did you need?” Please say that you need me to go somewhere immediately. What a pathetic person I am.

“Someone from Kaiba Corp. just called my cell phone because they said they couldn't reach you.” That's because a certain someone tossed it onto my bed earlier . . . “The dude sounds like he's totally freaking out.”

I climbed out of the water quickly, grabbing a towel. Good! An emergency situation! Well, that's what Mokuba made it out to be, but I'm sure the problem isn't much of a problem at all. Those morons I hire make such a fuss over every little thing. “Sorry, Katsuya. I can't let my employees commit suicide.” I threw him a wink. I have to act cool and collected, just like I always used to. I don't want Katsuya to leave because I freak out too often. If I had told him I didn't want to go further, what would he have done? Thank you, stupid employees.

Jou looked out of sorts, “But, Seto, I-”

“Later, okay?” I couldn't help but smile pitifully at myself before disappearing inside. Later, it was always later. I was horrible at keeping promises and notorious for giving out false hopes. I have to tell him that I'm just not ready to be that intimate, at least not until I've gotten my annoying episodes under control. How am I supposed to enjoy his company if my mind is stuck on being raped?

I can't tell him something like that, though. My luck, he would get depressed about it. I mean, I can't tell him that kissing him and being touched by him makes me think of being tied up and groped. I want to be close with him, I do . . . but then I don't. All I know . . .

. . . is that I don't want him to leave me.

I quickly ran upstairs and changed into my white suit complete with a dark blue dress shirt underneath. I towel-dried my hair as best as I could, though it was still a little damp. My employees wouldn't dare to comment on it.

I grabbed my cell phone from my bed and called them back. I took a deep breath in and then released it, setting my mind to `boss mode'.

“Mr. Kaiba!”

“What do you want?”

“Someone called up here a bit ago and ordered us to have you come to the office!” He sounded frantic.

“What?” Someone ordered them to get me to Kaiba Corp? What the hell?

“We tried to trace the call, but our security team hasn't been able to come up with any suspects! He said that if we didn't have you meet him here in the next twenty minutes, he'd have us all killed! We wanted to call the police, but what if he has bombs in the building?!” He was talking so fast that I had a hard time keeping up.

This is sounding like some generic movie plot. “What did the guy sound like?” I couldn't help but let my disinterest come out in my tone of voice.

“He was using a voice scrambler, so we aren't sure. In fact, we're just assuming it's a male. I don't know of too many women that would make demands like that.”

“A voice scrambler?” Seriously? “This sounds fucking stupid. You called me on my cell phone just to tell me about some kid that's playing around?”

“What's that?” He was talking to someone in the room with him! How dare he ignore what I'm asking?! “The secretary says that he referred to you as `Seto-koi'. Do you know of anyone that calls you that?”

Every muscle in my body tensed up and for a moment, I couldn't even breathe. The only person that calls me that . . . no way.

“Mr. Kaiba?”

“I don't know of anyone that would call me that.” Lie, cover it up, don't let on that you're nervous. “If it will make you all settle down, I'll be there shortly. If that person calls back, tell them I'm on my way.” I hung up without waiting for a response and then called my driver to come pick me up.

I went back out to where I left Katsuya and Mokuba, “Katsuya? Mokuba? I have to run to the office for a bit. Might be an hour or two. The dumbasses at the office can't do their jobs, as usual. I'll be back in a while, okay?” I can't tell them what's really going on. If either one of them come with me, they'll just become a hindrance. I can't take any chances on either of them getting hurt . . . which reminds me that I need to talk Katsuya out of meeting with Saki.

The two of the just gave me blank stares, so I went back through the house and out the front door to where my limousine was waiting.

- - -

By the time I walked through the front doors of Kaiba Corporation, my entire security staff was pacing back and forth in the lobby, frantic as ever. Did they forget that they have a job to do? “Get back to your stations.” I ordered.

“But sir-”

“Everything is fine; do you doubt me?” I narrowed my eyes in the gusty man's direction, silencing him as he and the others hesitantly dispersed without so much as a murmur.

“I'm sure that person is watching from somewhere and knows that I am here.” I told the secretary and the employee that had called me. “When he comes in, have him come up to my office.” What if they saw his face? What kind of mess would that create? I can see it now . . . every media station in the country would be trying to dig up the connection between Saki and I . . . looking for that kind of information would lead to the discovery of other things and . . . “Send a message to security. Tell them to shut off the cameras in my office.” It was risky, but hopefully worth it. I just hope I'm not making a stupid mistake. I also hope that Saki has his face covered until he reaches my office . . . if it turns out that this person really is Saki.

“Are you sure, sir?”

“Positive.” I stepped into the elevator, riding it up to my office on the top floor. As I entered I glanced up at the security cameras, making sure the lights were red and not green, signaling that they were indeed shut off.

The chair creaked a little as I leaned back in it, my elbows propped on either armrest as I clasped my hands together over my stomach. I haven't felt so alone in a long time. He wouldn't do anything right? He knows that all of my staff will be just one scream away . . . then again, he knows that I wouldn't dare call out for them and let them see me in a shameful predicament. To be honest, I don't know which is worse: Saki raping me again, or my employees finding out about it.

I pulled open my desk drawer and glanced at the handgun inside. I was always prepared, but could I really shoot him if I had to?

I inhaled deeply and then exhaled just in time for the double doors of my office to inch open.

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Finally! Okay, so I don't know how I feel about this chapter. I do know that I feel sorry for the people that only read the original story because they won't get to see the exchange between Seto and Saki . . . hell, maybe I won't even mention it in the original! Mwahahaha!

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