Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes: Seto's Story ❯ Day Eight: In This Together ( Chapter 30 )

Behind Blue Eyes: Seto's Story

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Here we go! This chapter has a big section that is not included in Jou's side of the story. I think that it is very important to the story, so those that don't read this version will be missing some great information! Oh well . . . enjoy!

Disclaimer: Have I been forgetting this damn thing again? I don't own Yugioh, it belongs to the magnificent Kazuki Takahashi . . . and I, sadly, make no money from this.

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Recap:

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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He came into my office with a baseball cap on and a jacket with a collar that zipped up to hide his face. All that I could see were his eyes. I did my best to keep my breathing as even and normal as possible. Don't let him see that I'm nervous. He's in a corporate office building; we may be in this room alone, but I am not alone like I was before.

I'm not alone.

“Are the cameras off?” He sounded so carefree! As if I would tell him I had them turned off.

“No.” Keep it short and simple.

“Bullshit.” He laughed at me, removing the hat and unzipping his jacket. Did he always look so creepy? “You wouldn't risk someone seeing my face. I know you better than you think I do, Seto . . . inside and out.” He smirked.

I think I might have visibly shuddered, but I won't make that mistake again, “You're acting like a child; what do you want?” I wrapped my fingers around the handle of my desk drawer.

“Seto, are you still mad about the other day? That's got to be it. Surely you aren't still mad about something that happened two years ago.” He faked a hurt look. Was he serious? He's fucking psychotic.

“What do you want?” I bit off each word, trying to make my point. I'm not going to let him play around with me! If he has something to say then he needs to just fucking spit it out already! I don't have the time or the patience for this insanity!

“I just have a simple request.” He approached my desk, placing both of his hands flat on its surface as he leaned in just a little.

My grip tightened on the handle, “Why the hell should I listen to a request from you?” I shot him a glare. I'm not afraid of him. He can't do anything here. He won't do anything.

“Oh I don't know . . .” He gazed out the window behind me before his eyes were suddenly focused on my own. “Maybe because you wouldn't want me to hurt that blond piece of trash you dragged home.”

Katsuya! “He isn't trash.” I couldn't let him get to me! This is exactly what he wants! Katsuya is in my house! As long as he doesn't meet with Saki tomorrow . . . wait. “How did you know he's staying in my house?”

He smirked, “You just told me.” Fuck. “I figured that's probably where you went, since you weren't in Jou's apartment. It's just some drunk guy there now.”

“You went to Katsuya's apartment? He'd have hurt you if he was the one that answered the door.” I saw the look in Katsuya's eyes when Saki showed up at the pool earlier. I've never seen so much hatred in them. I didn't think that Katsuya was capable of looking so angry.

“I sure did. The man said that all he remembered was that the blond went somewhere with you. I was able to get some good information out of him though.” Information? What kind of information? Jou's dad didn't know anything of any importance, right? “He told me where I could find Katsuya's best friend, Mutou Yuugi. I caught him this morning just as he was about to leave his shop and asked where I could find you.”

“That's a lie. Yuugi may be a bit slow sometimes, but he'd never tell a stranger my whereabouts.” Why was Saki going through so much trouble to create such an elaborate lie? Though it would explain how he knew Katsuya and I were at that pool . . .

“I just told him I was a business partner and that it was important that I find you. Everyone knows who Mutou Yuugi is . . . well, anyone that knows anything about you, so it wasn't entirely suspicious that I asked him. He told me you'd both be at that pool. That saved me the trouble of having to find a way into your house.” He kept leaning closer.

Find a way into my house? A lump began to form in my throat. He couldn't actually do that! There's absolutely no way! My security is perfect! Wait . . . hadn't someone gotten near the house just a few days ago? This was getting out of control. “What do you want from me?” I could hear the faint trembling in my own voice. It's disgusting.

“I just want you to guarantee that you won't have any of your goons follow Katsuya when he comes to see me tomorrow.” He was dangerously close now, maybe a foot away from my face with that same chilling smirk on his lips.

“He won't be meeting you tomorrow.”

“Oh yes he will.”

“He won't.” I kept my eyes locked onto his and they began to look more and more eerie by the second.

“I know where Mokuba attends school and I'm not beyond kidnapping.” The smirk faded, “He will be meeting with me tomorrow. Don't worry, I won't hurt him as long as you don't have anyone following.” He reached out a hand, grabbing my chin. He wasn't gentle like Katsuya, not at all.

I swatted at it, but he caught my wrist with his other hand. My other hand remained on the handle to my desk drawer. Just shoot him . . . just shoot him and kill him . . .

. . . I can't shoot him. I can't kill Saki.

“What's the matter, Seto-koi? You look so frightened.” He leaned in and our lips brushed . . . and I just couldn't move, “Do you want me to hold you like I used to?” He crushed his lips to mine, the hand from my chin was now securely pressing against the back of my head. Thankfully it didn't last long, “You're mine. You'll always be mine. I was able to leave you alone for two whole years. I decided to leave you alone, let you live your life . . . but when I saw you that day at the mall with that filthy blond . . . I got so pissed off.” He was on the desk now, his lips all over my neck and my cheeks, his teeth nipping at my ears . . . and I just sat there. “I just can't leave you alone. I want you all to myself. I love you, Seto.”

I shoved him with every ounce of strength I had, effectively knocking him off of the desk and onto the floor, “No you fucking don't! You never loved me, you sick son of a bitch!”

He popped back onto his feet quickly, pulling a gun from inside of his jacket, “All of that yelling . . . won't your subordinates hear you?”

No way . . . he wouldn't shoot me.

He came closer until the barrel of the gun was pressed against the soft part of my neck. I wanted to get out my own weapon, which is what I should have done to begin with . . . but what if he pulled the trigger? I'd die. Saki could kill me.

“Not so tough anymore, are you?”

I didn't have many options, did I? “I won't . . . I won't send anyone to follow him or you tomorrow.” I closed my eyes. Just go away. Make him go away.

“Good boy. See? Was that really so difficult? Just remember that if you break your promise, it's bye-bye Kat-chan.”

My eyes opened of their own will, “Don't call him that!” What was I thinking? Barking orders at a guy with a handgun pressed to my throat? All over a stupid nickname at that! But . . . it just really bothered me.

“What? Is that your little pet name for him or something? That fucking pisses me off.” His mouth found its way back to my neck and this time it was followed with pain. “There we go.” He leaned away, taking the gun with it, and admired his work, “A nice, red, suckermark. I wish I had a Sharpie. I'd write `Love, Saki'.” What would I tell Katsuya? Katsuya would understand . . . but why didn't I do anything? When Saki's around it's like I can't even control my own body.

He concealed his weapon, zipped up his jacket, and put his hat back on.

“You're a monster!” I couldn't help but yell that to him. I just had to get it out of my system. What happened to the Saki that I had fallen in love with? He couldn't have just disappeared! “Using my loved-ones just to get to me!”

He let out a muffled laugh, “It's not my fault that you keep people so close to you. If you can't protect the people close to you, then you should just send them away . . . before they get hurt.”

With that, he was gone . . . and I was left standing in the same position I had been standing in ever since I had shoved him. “What the fuck just happened?” I asked myself. Katsuya could get hurt because of me? Mokuba was always kidnapped to get to me, and now someone is threatening to use Katsuya to get to me . . . what is he planning? He doesn't want me to have anyone follow them, but how do I know he'll keep his word? I can't trust him . . . but what choice do I have? I can't risk Mokuba's safety. “What can I do?”

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Every employee I passed on my way out to my limousine was asking who the stranger was. They all kept asking if I was okay and if he was holding something over my head. I just waved them off with my hand and quickly got into the waiting vehicle. I put the separator up between my driver and I . . .

I glanced at my watch. That visit hadn't taken very long at all. I should probably call Jou and Mokuba to let them know I'm on my way . . . and so that I can hear their voices and know that they're alright.

I flipped open my phone and pressed Mokuba's speed-dial number. Hopefully he isn't listening to some loud music or something. Mokuba was bad about not answering his phone. It rang twice before he answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey Mokuba.” I probably should have waited until I had completely calmed down. I don't think Mokuba would be able to pick up on my unease through the phone, though.

“Seto? Did you get everything taken care of?”

“Yeah.” Something like that . . .

“That's good.”

“It was just my employees being stupid, like I thought.”

“Are you okay big brother?” Shit! “You sound a little shaken up. Did something happen?”

“I'm fine. I probably just sound shaken up because I'm irritated at how incompetent they are.” I let out a slight laugh . . . a laugh? Ugh, way to be suspicious, Seto!

“Right now . . . a lot of static . . . see you . . . get home, okay? I love . . . Seto.”

“Love you too . . .” I hung up. What's with the sudden static? There were a few dead-zones in the house, but Mokuba was usually in his room . . . if Katsuya dragged my little brother down into that creepy passageway to the basement, I'm going to kill him.

No, that's a lie. Right now I don't think I could possibly be mad at Katsuya. All I want is to see him . . . I should have asked Mokuba to put him on the phone. Katsuya needs a damn cell phone. I need to buy him a cell phone and a laptop and . . .

“If you can't protect the people close to you, then you should just send them away . . . before they get hurt.”

“Katsuya . . .” I leaned forward in my seat, my elbows on my knees, and just cried into my own hands like a pathetic, helpless, weakling. I can't do anything! I'm supposed to be higher in society than Saki! I'm supposed to have more power than him! Why am I so much weaker than my predecessor, Gozaburo?

No. I'm not weaker! I've worked too hard to-

I'm weaker.

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I came home to an eerily-quiet house. I figured that Mokuba and Katsuya would be somewhere nearby, waiting for me. “I'm home.” I muttered, mostly to myself. I used to come home late from work every night. Mokuba would be asleep by then and all the help would have already gone home to their families. I used to like it that way, but now . . . it seems kind of lonely.

“Mokuba? Katsuya?” I called out. I walked toward the main sitting area downstairs to find that the television wasn't on and no one was there. Could they still be outside? With that static on Mokuba's end . . . the basement?

As if he knew I was looking for him, my phone began to ring. I leaned against the wall, placing my phone up to my ear. I needed to sound collected, like I wasn't worried at all. Mokuba was the type that would pick on me until the end of the world if he knew I got worried so easily.

“Hello?”

“Seto, it's Jou!”

I felt my heart practically stop. Did something happen to my brother? It's great to hear his voice, but . . . “Jou? Why are you using Mokuba's phone?”

“We went through that . . . and it . . . behind us!”

Damn it all to hell! This isn't the time! “You went through what?”

“Door in library. Trapped.”

“Trapped?” They did go in the fucking basement! But trapped? How could they possibly be trapped?

“Yes.”

“Which book is it that makes the door open?” That sentence was probably too long to go through.

“Hamlet.”

Alright! Maybe the static had gone away. “I'll be there soon. Don't do anything stupid.”

“What?” Okay, maybe not.

That's alright, I know how to get my point across in a way that mutt will understand. “Stay.” I smirked as I hung up the phone.

So the switch to open the door is Hamlet? I don't see how on Earth the two of them got trapped. Maybe lost? No, even that seems impossible. The layout of the basement is pretty simple. I don't think there is anything in the basement at all, but leave it to Katsuya to be curious and go down there anyhow.

As I entered the library I was hit with another shock: all of the bookshelves were in their proper places. Shouldn't one of them be down in the floor? There's no way that it would go up all by itself, right? Who would have closed it? Who would have known how to close it? I guess Katsuya wasn't kidding when he said that they were trapped . . . but still, wouldn't they be able to get out through another basement door? If Mokuba is with him, he ought to be able to figure out how to get out of there.

I went to the general area where I had found Katsuya on the floor earlier and searched the bindings of the books until I came across `Hamlet'. Was there some kind of hidden meaning behind which books were used as the switches? Maybe I'd look into it if I ever got bored.

I pulled on the book . . . and nothing happened. I tried again, but got the same result. I kicked the bottom of the bookcase, “Katsuya! Can you hear me, Katsuya?” Still nothing. Okay, so maybe they weren't directly on the other side of this door.

Think, Seto, think! Calm down and think for a second! If I went down into some unknown location and I didn't know the layout at all, how would I try to get out? The same way that I came in, of course. That would be how Katsuya figured out that they were trapped, right? If I had gone back the way that I came in, but found that it was blocked, what would I do? I would go back in and find another way out . . . wouldn't anyone? What if I couldn't find another way out?

. . . I'd be trapped. A dead end? In the basement?

I hurried out of the library and toward my office at the front of the house. I grabbed the sconce light nearest to the doorway and turned it, pulling out when I heard the telltale click. The wall dropped down into the floor, revealing a stairway. I flipped the light switch on the wall to my right and ventured downward.

As I made my way through the basement, flipping on lights as I went, I tried to call Mokuba back to let him know that I couldn't get through the bookcase so I would be a bit longer . . . but my call went straight to his voicemail. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that the reception is so bad down here, considering the materials that the walls are made out of.

I hate the basement. Once when I was . . . 13? 14? I can't remember anymore, but once when I was younger I had tried to hide down here. Gozaburo was having guests over; there were more than five of them. I saw them come in the door, talking about business and whatnot . . . but I wasn't oblivious to their eyes drifting in my direction. I was a bargaining tool. Gozaburo used me to win over stubborn clients. It had already happened to me before that particular occasion, but for some reason I went down into the basement to hide from them that night . . . I was so stupid. Did I think that Gozaburo wouldn't find me?

I couldn't close the basement door from the inside, so it was obvious where I had run off to. I just made things easier for them. They just all followed me into the basement, found me, cornered me, and did what I was afraid they would do.

“This is so stupid.” I leaned against the wall. All I ever think about is what happened to me during those four years! Four years! What are four years in comparison to the eighteen that I have lived?

They're a lot. When I try to think of my life, those four years are all that comes to mind. There might be a flicker of my old parents, of my old so-called relatives . . . a memory here and there of the orphanage and of Mokuba's complete loyalty. Is this what I've become? Even now, even with Gozaburo dead . . . he still controls me.

This isn't what I need to be focusing on right now! Find Jou and Mokuba!

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I ventured around the basement, calling out to them and receiving no response. I tried calling Mokuba several more times, but the calls still weren't going through. I started to feel hopeless . . . that is, until I found a stairway that led up to the ceiling, which means that there is probably a door in the ceiling. I wasn't aware that my basement had levels . . . yet another thing to investigate when I get bored.

I opened the door and then felt around the frame for a light switch only to find that there wasn't one. What the hell? There wasn't a light switch anywhere in my current location. Why would there be a section of basement with no lights in it? That wouldn't make any sense at all!

What if there are dead bodies in here or something?

No, no, that's something Jou or Mokuba would think. Damn Mokuba and his survival horror video games. I don't play games as much as I used to . . .

I heaved myself up into the new space, even though there wasn't any light. I walked in one direction, trying to find a wall to walk along, when I realized that this new space was actually pretty big. A room, perhaps? I'm pretty sure I've never been in this section before and I was never aware of the door in the library, so there is a pretty good chance that this is the section of the basement where I will find Jou and Mokuba.

“Too bad I didn't bring a flashlight.” The place was completely black! There wasn't even a speck of light in any direction to guide me towards them. I just walked along the wall that I had finally found until I hit an opening. If I get lost down here, I'll kill Katsuya . . . if I ever found him, that is.

As I wandered down what seemed like a hallway, I could eventually hear voices in the distance. At first it made my heart race. Oh come on! If you were wandering around in a strange location in absolute darkness, even the smallest of sounds would freak you out too! I'm human!

Anyways, I heard voices in the distance.

“Maybe the signal is just really bad wherever he is . . .” That was definitely Mokuba's voice.

“Shouldn't he be here in the house?” And that would be Katsuya.

Were they talking about me? I almost tripped when my foot caught on a step that I obviously couldn't see because those two hadn't turned on a damn light. There had to be lights in here. There's no way that the builder would have created this section without putting in some form of lighting.

.I couldn't help but smile a little when I heard a “Shh!” from Mokuba. I heard something that sounded like metal hitting the walls or the floor and then saw a faint light coming from that direction.

So he could hear me coming? You know . . . I'm not much for being mean to my little brother, but Katsuya deserves a little scare for making me come down here to rescue the two of them . . .

I continued walking in the direction of their voices and I nearly tripped when my foot caught on stairs that I couldn't see. The two of them were silent now. My guess is that they're at the top of these stairs. I ran up toward what I could now see was a flashlight. I stopped on what I could now tell was a landing and looked upward toward another source of light. Yeah, the two of them were definitely huddled at the top of the stairs. Could they not hear me calling for them when I was in the library? If they're that close to the wall, they had to have heard me!

I could hear movement and then suddenly I felt something whiz past my head and heard it clang hard against the wall behind me. Someone threw a fucking flashlight at me?! If that had hit me, I swear . . . that had to be Katsuya.

“Fuck!”

Oh yeah, that was Katsuya. That was Katsuya saying fuck in front of my brother, just like I specifically told him not to.

I picked up the flashlight at my feet, hoping to have better aim than that damn mutt.

“W-what? You t-trying to be a tought guy?”

I launched my missile, hoping Mokuba was smart enough to be hiding behind Katsuya. Katsuya always seemed to love playing the role of `hero' when he was with his friends, so this time probably wasn't any different.

I was rewarded with a loud thud followed by several more as a body tumbled down the stairs and then landed right at my feet. I picked up the flashlight that he had dared to throw at me and smacked it against my other hand as a threat, “What did I tell you about saying that word in front of Mokuba?”

“Don't throw another one!” He begged. I love it when people beg at my feet.

“Big brother!” I could hear his footsteps as he ran down the stairs and practically threw himself at me. “How did you get down here?”

What the hell? Mokuba knows there are other doors to the basement. He shouldn't be the one so surprised. I pulled the blond to his feet. “I told Jou before that all of the doors just lead to the basement.” And yet he ignored that and went down here anyhow. “As far as I know, there aren't any completely dead-ends.”

“We checked all of the walls down here!” Jou insisted.

Ah, they checked the walls. “In the room at the end of this hallway there is a door in the floor that leads to another staircase which leads to the rest of the basement.” I went past them and up the stairs they had been sitting on. There has to be a damn light switch. “Why didn't you all turn on the lights? I didn't bring a flashlight because I wasn't expecting you to be sitting here in the dark.”

“But Seto, there aren't any light switches!”

I ran my hands along the walls and doorframe, eventually finding the switch right above my head. What a strange place for it . . .

Florescent lights illuminated the area. It wasn't the brightest lighting, but it was a far cry from pitch black. “There is a switch on the door frame at the top.” I informed the two of them. The looks on their faces were absolutely priceless.

“Well, Mr. Genius,” Mokuba is pushing it, “Is there a way out of that door?”

Other than the light switch, there isn't anything around the door that would open it. “From the looks of things, this is an entrance only. We'll just go out the way that I came in.” That is strange, though. Why would the door have shut behind them? Why would there be a section of the basement that is an entrance only? Why am I questioning things that really don't matter?

“If this is an entrance only, why is the light switch at the very beginning? How would you turn it off?” Katsuya folded his arms, feeling smart apparently.

“Maybe there's another switch in that room at the end. It would have been difficult to find it since some stupid blond never turned the lights on down here.” I shot a glare at that certain someone, “Come on.”

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Well it turns out that the switch in that room was located on the frame of the door inside the room, which I had neglected to check . . . but Jou and Mokuba don't need to know little details like that. The important thing is that we all made it out of there without any trouble and hopefully the two of them have learned their lesson about wandering off into unknown locations . . . even if said unknown locations are in our house . . .

“Well that sucked!” Mokuba blurted out, scrunching up his face, “I was hoping we'd find some dead bodies or something.”

“Mokuba!” I knew he would think something like that. “Why the hell would you find dead bodies?” Because of those violent video games, of course. His only response was to shrug, “Mokuba, why don't you call your school and see what your homework assignments were. Hopefully someone will still be there at this hour. If not, I expect you to email all of your teachers directly. You shouldn't have skipped school. That was very irresponsible of you.”

He trudged slowly toward the stairs without muttering a single word.

I was getting a bit too lax in the way that I handle Mokuba. The last thing I want is for him to do poorly in school or to become a troublemaker. Mokuba has to remember that he is a Kaiba; he isn't some out-of-control teenager. I want Mokuba to be happy, but I also want him to be successful.

Now that he is out of the area . . .

“Katsuya, you and I need to have a talk.” I have to warn him about Saki. That stunt he pulled today . . . I don't trust him at all, but I really don't have too many choices. Sure, I could call the police and they'd probably take my word for it and arrest him, but I just can't risk all of that media attention.

“Yeah, okay.” He looked uneasy.

Am I putting Katsuya's life in jeopardy to save my own ass?

Though I'm also saving Mokuba. I can only imagine what his friends would all think if they knew our real family history. Saki said he wouldn't hurt Katsuya as long as I did as he asked.

“Step into my office.” I motioned a hand toward the office beside me and he followed without questioning it. He must know that I have something important to say.

He sat in my chair so I just sat on top of the desk right in front of them, “When you go to see Saki tomorrow, please don't do anything to piss him off, okay? I did some thinking about it and . . .” I'm lying again. “I don't think he'll kill you. He probably just wants to scare you into doing something stupid . . .”

“If you can't protect the people close to you, then you should just send them away . . . before they get hurt.”

“. . . like leaving me.” Don't leave me. I don't want him to leave me.

He could get hurt for being close to me.

Don't leave me.

“I would never do that, Seto.” The look in his eyes was that of confusion, “Seto, what happened?” He held my hands in his own.

Don't lie. “Apparently Saki called my corporate office and told them to get me there or he'd have them all killed.” Don't be mad at me for not telling you . . . “I highly doubt that Saki has the manpower to do something like that, but . . . for some reason I went to meet him anyway.” Why did I go? What was I expecting? What did I want?

“What?!” He's angry. “You were so worried about me going to meet him tomorrow and then you go and meet him?! Are you out of your fucking mind?!” Yeah, I guess I am out of my mind, aren't I? “What if he killed you right there.”

“He won't kill me.” He could kill me . . .

“How can you say that so easily?”

“Because . . .”

“You're mine. You'll always be mine.”

I pulled my hands away and used my arms to cover my face. What should I do?

“I just can't leave you alone.”

This will never end, will it?

“I want you all to myself.”

He wants Jounouchi out of the picture.

“Because what?”

Those brown eyes looking up at me, that innocent face . . . he has no idea. “Don't move in with me, Katsuya.” I let my hands fall back to the desk. I can't put him in danger just because I want him near me. This is why I gave up on having friends . . . because they can't be around forever. I hate having people close to me because I hate having to say goodbye.

“What?”

“Don't worry; I'll buy you a house so that you don't have to live with your father.” I'll provide for him. I won't just abandon him like that. It will be okay.

“Seto, what are you talking about? Before you were so excited for me to move in and now you don't want me near you?” That's not it at all. “What the hell is going on?” He was up from the chair now and grabbing my shoulders . . . and then his hand brushed the mark on my neck.

I had completely forgotten about it. I slapped Katsuya's hand away.

“That wasn't there when we were in the hot tub.” Jou pointed out. I know it wasn't there. Saki put that there at Kaiba Corp., but you know that, don't you Katsuya? You're smarter than you let on. I don't have to say it, do I? You know . . . you already know.

All I could do was lean into his chest and close my eyes, “Katsuya . . . help me.” What can I do? How can I make Saki disappear? I don't want you to leave, but I don't want you to get hurt because of me . . . but would you leaving even be enough? Is Mokuba in danger too? Help me, Katsuya.

“Seto, I can't help you if you don't let me. Please tell me what happened.” His hands rubbed lovingly at my back.

I moved my face away just a bit, “He told me that he wouldn't hurt you as long as I kept my subordinates away when you meet up with tomorrow, and then . . .” I shook my head, allowing for something akin to a laugh to escape me. I can't tell him what Saki did after that. He'd ask why I didn't do anything to stop him. “I don't remember.” I buried my face in his chest again, wrapping my arms around him this time. “I don't want to remember.” You know, don't you? So please don't ask . . .

A knocking sound came from the doorway and of course it was none other than Mokuba.

“Hey you guys, do you wanna-” His mouth snapped shut.

Mokuba . . . I'm so glad that he's nothing like me.

“What's up, Mokuba?” Jou asked.

“Um, well . . . I was just wondering if you guys wanted to go shopping like we were talking about earlier, but if you guys are busy . . .”

“I think that's an awesome idea!” What? “Why don't you call for the driver and have him pick us up at the door?”

“Alright!” With that, Mokuba was gone again.

“Seto, do you really not want me to move in with you?” He pulled me away, much to my disappointment, and brushed my hair out of my eyes.

“I want you to live here.” Live here with me forever, Katsuya. “I don't want you to get thrown into my mess.” Don't become another Satoshi. “Unfortunately, it seems that I can only have one of those things. If you stay here with me-”

“Then the two of us can face that mess together and lean on each other if we have to.” Lean on each other?” “You don't have to go it alone, ya got that?” He poked me right between the eyes, “Mokuba is going to get bitchy if we don't hurry up. Let's just go shopping and forget about that fuckhead for now . . . what do you say?”

I couldn't help but smile, even with the given circumstances. Katsuya just had . . . such a strange way with words. “You're right.” When he turned to leave, I grabbed his arm. “Katsuya?”

“Yeah?”

“I keep thinking that there's no way I could kill Saki . . . but . . . Katsuya, if he even tries to hurt you tomorrow . . . I'll kill him.” I think if I got mad enough, I could do it. I killed Gozaburo when I was mad enough, even when I had always thought that I could never do it. That murder wasn't even a spur-of-the moment event. In the end, I won't know if I can really kill him until that moment arrives when he's in front of me and my finger is holding the trigger.

“You won't kill anyone ever again, remember?”

“I don't think I'd be able to help it. I'm not going to let anyone hurt the people that I love.” I'd kill for you, Katsuya . . . you and Mokuba. I'd kill for both of you.

“Come on you guys!” Mokuba's voice crept into the room as he yelled from his place by the front door.

“We're on our way!” I called to him, sliding from my place on the desk and walking out of the office. When I realized that Katsuya was walking behind me once again, I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him until he was walking nextto me, “I never cared much for shadows.” I informed him with a smirk and the two of us went to where Mokuba was waiting . . .

. . . hand in hand.

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Ah yes, yet another chapter is posted! Woohoo! Well I don't have much to say so I guess I'll just see you all again in BBE 31 (whenever that comes out . . . )!

By the way, I only proofread like half of this chapter because I'm super tired . . . sorry!