Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes ❯ Day One: Lust and Love ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: kiokukaiba 
Jou learns that Seto used to have a best friend. . . and yet those memories don't seem so happy.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.3K | Visits: 793 | Status: Work In Progress
Jou learns that Seto used to have a best friend. . . and yet those memories don't seem so happy.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.3K | Visits: 793 | Status: Work In Progress
Behind Blue Eyes
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Once we had reached the main road, which wasn’t very far of a walk away, we caught a taxi rather quickly. Seto merely had to hold his hand up as one of the dingy, yellow cars approached. It was rickety and smelled strangely like old sneakers on the inside. I smiled slightly as I watched Seto’s nose draw upward in disgust. He said nothing and only turned to buckle his seatbelt, which fell apart as he pulled on it. His eyes opened wide and he rolled them, glancing into the rear-view mirror in an attempt to make eye contact with the trashy man driving such a piece of shit.
“That belts broken.” His voice was rough and his statement plain. He never made eye contact with that blue-eyed beauty. . . probably for his own good, too.
“Obviously.” Seto huffed, blowing brown bangs out of his eyes as he did so.
“Where to?”
“Domino Mall.” The way his mouth formed the words, it looked as though they were foreign to him. Seto faced the window, sighing faintly, his thin chest rising and falling as he did so.
The car slowly came to move along with the steady flow of traffic. There was an awkward silence lingering among us, and I wanted so badly to break it. . . but I’m sure you know how much guts and courage it takes to break something like that. . . like, you want to say something but can’t decided how to say it without earning yourself strange looks from the other two.
“So. . .” I rubbed my hands together, kind of like some sort of freakish nervous tic, “How’s the company?”
Kaiba looked at me, one eyebrow drastically higher than the other, “You know, sometimes it’s best to just stay quiet. Don’t try to make small-talk with me. You obviously lack the intelligence to do so.” He turned away again and I fumed.
“Oh, back to that are we? You weren’t so mean this morning. I thought you were starting to open up to me! I thought our relationship was going to the next level!” I went on, knowing full well how questionable it sounded, and the glances from the driver were enough to tell me that I was doing a wonderful job. . . that and Seto’s furious glares.
“Don’t pull that shit, Jounouchi. Shut your damn mouth and keep it that way.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I’ll rip your jaw off.”
So needless to say, the trip was silent from then on. . . except for the occasional outburst of curses from our driver whenever he decided that some other driver sucked and deserved to ‘fuck off’ or ‘park on train tracks’, and a rather cheery “Here we are!” from him as we arrived at our destination.
Seto groaned, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a few large bills. He didn’t seem to have looked at the fair, nor did he really seem to care what it was. The driver looked as though he had just fell into a gold mine, and Seto only looked casual and un-amused.
“You shouldn’t have paid him so much.” I stated plainly as we headed towards the main entrance.
“I really don’t care, mutt. Money is of the least of my worries.” He ran a hand through that perfect hair of his, silk strands kissing those lanky fingers. He really did need to eat more.
It was nice being dropped off right at the door like that. I certainly wasn’t used to such a luxury. With the little walking he did, it was a wonder he wasn’t as big around as he was tall! I guess I happened to notice his weight a lot lately. He really was a lot thinner than he usually appeared. . . it’s just that those coats he usually wore hid a lot of his body from everyone’s eyes, and that was likely why.
“Hey, Kaiba.” I grabbed his arm and he turned sharply, his hand grasping the doorhandle to the entrance.
“What?”
“Why are you being so cold towards me now? Is it because we’re in public?”
“Heh, I don’t know what came over me this morning, I must have still be half asleep to talk the way I did. Don’t get used to things as strange that.” He yanked his arm out of my grasp. I could have held on, his tug wasn’t really all that strong, but it really would have been pointless. There was nothing more to discuss. I followed silently behind me.
It was crowded inside the food court, which I really had expected considering it was a Saturday after all. There were people everywhere, many of them were glancing our way, the females giggling and daring each other to approach the famous Seto Kaiba.
A slutty group of three dared to come near us, clad in their stiletto heels, showy mini-skirts, and skimpy tube tops. . . one of them gave a reason to put a weight limit on outfits like that. . . the bimbo leader of the group stepped forward, her make-up covered face beaming. Her stupidity emanated from her like the heat from an iron, and yet she dared to speak, her skanky friends looking just as stupid behind her.
“Hi!” She squealed. For some reason, I wanted to shove her away and pull Seto along, “My name is-”
“I don’t care.” Seto shoved past her quickly, and I followed right behind, unable to keep a wide grin from appearing on my lips. I couldn’t help but wonder what that little bout of possessiveness was back there. . . I just knew that I didn’t want them touching Seto. . . I wanted to touch Seto. . . touch him and kiss him and fuck him. . .
He had seated himself on a small bench across from some of the many shops. I sat next to him, our bodies close. The heat from his body was nice. . .
“So, what are we here for exactly? I didn’t come here just to get cozy.” He leaned back against the bench, crossing his legs and folding his arms neatly. . . he sure had nice legs. . . “Would you just answer me?” He laid those blue eyes on me, and instantly I felt as though some spotlight were cast upon me.
“Um. . . well, we can hang out and talk. . . you know, without the environment being too personal. My friends and I come here all the time. Don’t you and your friends ever come here?”
“I don’t have friends.” He huffed, turning to glance at a group of gothic kids passing by.
“Haven’t you ever had friends?” I had promised not to ask about family, but friends were still fair game. I could tell that he had realized this as well.
He looked thoughtful for a moment, and then sighed, “Still persistent on asking questions?” Seto smirked, those blue eyes lighting up beautifully, “If I smile again, will you stop asking questions completely?” For a moment, I wondered if Kaiba were joking, but my better judgement told me that Seto Kaiba never joked. I frowned at him.
“What?” He asked, his smirk falling away with a mock confusion replacing it. . . it reminded me somewhat of how Pegasus acted during his duels. . . “Can’t you take a joke?” That same smirk played on his lips, and I smiled.
“You remind me of a cat.” My comment really wasn’t meant to be heard anywhere other than my head, but it sort of leaked out, and really seemed to have taken him by surprise.
“Excuse me?”
“You say that a lot. . . anyways, you’re like a cat. You get pissy when people try to touch you, you always smirk, you act kinda prissy, and you move all. . . well, graceful.” I looked seriously into those sapphire orbs.
“Of all of the things I have been compared to, I don’t believe a cat was ever one of them.” He cocked an eyebrow at me, his expression was looking more bored than anything now, “Are we just going to sit here the whole damn time?”
“Well, we can hang out, shop, eat, check people out. . . don’t you ever just kind of go somewhere to be out?”
“Very rarely. . .”
My ears perked up. . . like a puppy’s ears do when the doorbell rings. . . with curiosity, “But you still do. Where do you go?”
“Clubs.”
My eyebrows must have shot clear up into my hair, “Clubs? Okay, first of all, don’t you have to be 21 to get into a club?”
“Heh, not when you’re me.” His eyes watched me.
“Yeah, I guess that you can do that sort of thing when you’re sexy and famous.”
“Sexy?”
“People say that all the time.” I acted carefree, but my heart was actually pounding in my chest due to that slip up. He only closed his eyes and sighed, opening them again to glance at those that happened to be passing by. They stared at brief intervals, probably surprised to see him with a commoner like myself, “You never answered my question.”
“Which one?”
“Haven’t you ever had friends?”
He sighed, shifting slightly in his seat, “Yes, lots. Then I learned that they only befriended me for my money or the way I looked. . . even for my social status. So I basically told them all to fuck off and burn in an everlasting Hell.” He shrugged casually.
“So you’ve never had a best friend?” I pursed my lips, my brows knitting together. I felt sorry for him in some strange way. I wouldn’t know what to do without friends! No wonder he was such an asshole.
“I did, but that was a very long time ago. We stopped speaking when I had just turned 16.”
“Uh, two years really isn’t a long time ago. . . and what was his name?”
“His name was Saki.” A sad smile played on his lips for a fraction of a second, before falling into a frown, “That’s all you need to know.”
“Why aren’t you friends anymore?”
“Because he couldn’t see the difference between lust and love.” He stood, walking slowly towards one of the men’s stores. I sat alone for a bit. Lust and love? What did that have to do with anything? Did they have opposing views about romance? Seto did seem like the type to throw someone away due to a disagreement.
So he had had friends at one point in time and he occasionally went to clubs. . . I definitely didn’t see the club thing coming.
Because he couldn’t see the difference between lust and love. Ugh, that would be ringing in my head all day. Lust and love, lust and love. . . could he and that Saki guy have had a. . . nah!
I darted into the store, standing on my toes to peek over the high displays, looking this way and that in an attempt to spot a tuft of brown hair amongst the piles of pants and dress shirts and ties and. . . pfeh! We were in some sort of business store! Typical of a suit like himself. . . he rarely wore suits though, now that I thought about it. Only that one, lonesome white suit that we had the honor of catching him during the Kaiba Corp. Grand Prix. I tapped my chin and shrugged, continuing my search.
“Can I help you sir?” I spun on my heels, slightly startled by the sudden voice. The employee that had approached me was tall. . . very tall. He may have been an inch or two above Seto even! His hair was jet black, his eyes a dark grey. He was well built, his pressed dress shirt attempting to hide those toned muscles beneath it. He was pretty decent looking for a guy. . . but I’m not gay, so don’t get those wheels turning. . . but he definitely lacked the feminine beauty that Seto had.
“Uh, no. I’m just looking for a friend of mine that came in here.” I rubbed at the back of my head and began to walk around the store. He followed me.
“Well, being that this is a large department store within the mall, I can call for him over the store intercom.” Somehow we managed to get right in front of the entrance. . . maybe he would take the hint and fuck off. . . ya think? “What’s his name?”
“Uh, well, it’s Se-”
I watched the stunned image of that guy shrink as I was dragged from the store by left wrist. . . even so, that guy’s eyes seemed to get bigger and bigger, his mouth opening more and more, and he lifted his hand as though to stop me from leaving. . . “What a fucking weirdo.”
“Yeah, you are.”
“I didn’t mean me!” I spun around, ready to attack my offender as he released my arm. “Seto?”
“It’s Kaiba, and I got bored with that store, so let’s go somewhere else. Let’s go to another building perhaps.” He folded his arms and tapped his right foot, the light sound lost amongst the noisy chatter of the crowd of shoppers.
“Well, what time is it?” I blushed with embarrassment that I didn’t own a watch, but a small shimmer of silver caught my eye. A fine watch clung tightly to his pale wrist, the second hand moving in a smooth pace around that large, pearl face. Before he had the chance to look at it, I had grasped his arm, pulling it close to get a better look. “It’s eleven thirty!” I announced, just as he practically tore his arm away from me. He pulled it close to his chest, nursing it with his other hand, “Well if you weren’t to determined to get it away from me, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.” I folded my arms and shook my head, “I just wanted to look at your watch. You act like me holding your arm is going to make you weak or vulnerable or something.”
He rolled those pretty eyes and let his arm fall to his side. “No, I just don’t want a disgusting kid like you touching me.”
“Kid? We’re the same fucking age! Plus we’re eighteen!” By this time I was getting a lot of stares. Parents were grabbing their childrens’ ears, glaring and shaking their heads at me as though I was supposed to give a damn.
“You certainly don’t act like an adult.” He walked passed me, looking around as though he were actually interested in going shopping.
You act like me holding your arm is going to make you weak or vulnerable or something.
Hmm. . . today was getting rather interesting.
I watched him slowly glide away, those long, perfect legs moving in liquid motion as his hips swayed ever-so-slightly side to side as thought to tease it’s viewers. I wondered if he knew how many people looked at him that way. . . how many people wanted to tie him up and fuck him senseless. . . I wondered if he knew that I was one of those people.
“Hey, wait up!” I darted after him, walking as close to his side as I could, “Want to get some ice cream?” I must have sounded like an eager little child just then. . . perhaps that’s what he meant. I really was a kid at heart sometimes. . . wouldn’t it be so funny if he could read my thoughts?
He glanced down at me, in a daze or so it seemed, “Ice cream? Now you sound like Mokuba. . . fine, let’s get some.” He stopped, I almost kept right on walking, and turned quickly to the right, apparently spotting something of interest. It was one of those giant ‘you are here’ things that they put in strange places at every mall.
“You know, I know this place inside and out, we really don’t need a map.” I felt really smart just then, knowing something that Kaiba didn’t know. Sure it wasn’t academics or anything of any importance, but I did know it, and he didn’t, and that’s all that really mattered at the moment.
“Well if you’re so damn smart, why don’t you lead the way?” His eyes were cold, the ice within them glittering with a threatening light.
“Fine, I will.” I marched off in the direction of the nearest ice cream shop in the building. Ice cream. . . god, it’d be so hot to watch him lap at it like a cat, that elegant tongue darting out to taste that sweet essence. . . oh how perverted that sounded! Ice cream really is a sexual thing, no matter what people may tell you. Popsicles too. . . whenever we went to the store, popsicles would definitely be on the list. “It’s right here.” The shop was bright and colorful with displays of numerous varieties of cones, the multiple flavors of ice cream hiding just behind the icy glass, their names etched into little tags in front of each tub.
We were the only one’s in line, and so the teenage girl working just behind the counter was quick to approach us, “What can I get for you today?”
“Well, I’ll have a mint chocolate chip.” I turned to Seto, who seemed to be trying to decide, his eyes studying each and every circle of color, “What do you want, Kaiba?” I put the emphasis on his surname, just to show him that I wasn’t using his first name as I had been earlier.
“Chocolate.”
“Alright, how many scoops?”
“One for both of us.” He glanced at me, but didn’t seem to mind my decision.
“And the type of cone?”
“Cake cones.” I smiled at him, “They’re the best kind.”
He only grunted and looked away, pretending not to give a damn. . . or maybe he really didn’t.
“Alright, that’ll be 7.50.” (AN: I know, I’m not using yen. . . because I’m much too lazy to get on the internet and find a conversion chart.) That reminded me that I didn’t have any money. . . but Seto was already way ahead of me. He forked over a ten, telling her to keep the change, and she proceed to happily create two delicious ice creams for us.
“Thanks for paying.” I smiled sheepishly at him, clutching the cone and handing Kaiba his chocolate. “I’m sorry that I don’t have any money with me.” I kicked unconsciously at the cheap-tiled flooring.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault that your father is a grade A asshole.” He licked sensual at his ice cream, but my mind was too caught up in his words to bother with getting all hot over it.
“It is, really. . . I mean, I’m not the brightest kid, nor am I a very good son.”
“Shut up.” He came dangerously close to me, “It isn’t your fault, no matter what people may tell you, no matter what you may think. . . it is not your fault.” He shuddered slightly, with anger I suppose, and backed off a bit, claiming the nearest bench. I followed him as soon as his eyes met mine. How beautiful and hypnotizing they were.
“Was your father mean to you?”
“You promised no more questions about my family today.”
I stared straight ahead, licking at the minty goodness and sighing, “Yeah, I did.”
I turned a tad bit to catch a rather piquant site. Seto was licking off the brown liquid that had begun to run down the side of his cone. I’m sure that you can immediately guess what I imagined him doing to me right at that moment. I’d have to bed him some time soon.
“Mutt, you’re letting your ice cream run down the side.”
“Want to lick it off for me?”
He blinked rapidly, “Excuse me?”
“Nothing.” I cleaned it up, trying to show off how skilled I was with my mouth. He only watched, “What are you staring at?” I was beginning to sound like him now.
“I’m just observing your strange, disgusting eating habits.”
My brows knit together, but I decided to let it slide this time, “Speaking of eating, I’m ready for lunch! It’s about noon, right?”
“Well yeah, but we ate only about three hours ago.”
“Hm, yeah, I guess you’re right. . . well, we could always walk around until we find something interesting.” I shrugged my shoulders and his mouth flattened out.
“Wow, how fun.” His sarcasm was thick as he stretched his arms high above his head, yawning. He looked even more hot than usual with his hands above his head and his mouth wide open. . . the way his legs were spread a bit apart was just so. . . inviting.
“You ever been in a relationship?”
“Uh. . . no. . . yes. . . sort of. . . not really.” His hands were now clasped together in his lap, his eyes locked onto the fountain on the floor below us. The way he was twiddling his thumbs told me that he was uncomfortable with the subject, so I decided to drop it. See? I’m really not a bad guy at all!
Loudly, I slurped up the last bit of my ice cream, popping the remainder of my cone into my mouth. Seto had apparently already finished his when I wasn’t paying attention. Damn, so much for watching him. I really should stop letting my mind wander.
“I have a great idea!” I leapt from the bench, startling Kaiba a bit in the process, “Let’s go to the arcade that they have here!” I grinned childishly at him, and he only sighed.
“Fine.” His stood, waiting, “Well? Lead the way.”
Without doing much in the way of thinking, I clutched his hand within mine, his soft, pale flesh felt nice against my rough skin. I couldn’t see him, but I could imagine a blush must have crept across those cream-colored cheeks, even if just for a split second.
I wove between the many groups of people at a rather quick pace, smiling at the little noises of protest from the one I was dragging along behind me. I could feel his hand grip tightly onto mine as though he expected me to let go of him at some moment and he’d get lost. . . kind of like how a child grips his mothers hand when they’re at a busy party. . . it was cute.
As we neared the arcade, I stopped short, allowing for him to run into me. His body up against mine was like some sort of drug. I could have stayed forever just like that, but he was too quick to move next to me, one hand on his hip, shaking out the hand that I had had ahold of, “Well, let’s go in then.”
I followed him closely inside, quickly spotting my favorite fighting game, “Hey, let’s play that!” He grunted in response, pulling out a five and sending it into the depths of the change machine. Instantly, a whole poll of quarters were released, and Seto was intelligent enough to have grabbed a cup from the top of the machine to catch them in.
Again, I grabbed his hand, pulling him over to the stools, “Come on!”
“I don’t know how to play this one.” He pursed his lips a bit. I smiled. At least he admitted to it.
“I can teach you. Sit down and I’ll show you.” He sat. . . obeying my orders? How sexy. “Okay, put two quarters in and press start.” Again, he followed directions. “Now, put your right hand on that joystick and then keep your left hand near those two buttons there.” As he did so, I clasped my hands over his, my chin resting gently on his right shoulder. Seto froze.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Showing you how to play.” He shivered a bit as my breath came across his ear.
“Whatever.”
This went on for about ten minutes. Holding onto his hands, I moved the joystick and pushed the buttons, winning match after match, inserting quarter after quarter. It came to a point where Seto was actually getting into it. We were both making little comments at our computer opponents, bragging about our excellent fighting skills. . . hey, we’re teenage boys, it’s in our blood to do something like that! So Seto Kaiba had some human traits left within him. . . amazing.
We moved on soon enough, going from game to game, playing and winning. . . I made sure to pick games that Seto probably wouldn’t know how to play, just so I could stand behind him and touch him. I began to wonder if he really knew what I was doing.
During one game, I could feel his back vibrate slightly.
“Hm, I guess I’m a bit hungry.” He looked down at his stomach, which was apparently yelling at him to feed it.
I grabbed his wrist, like earlier -and he struggled to pull it away, like earlier- and looked at his watch, “Geez, it’s already one o’clock!” I stood up straight, allowing for that blue-eyed beauty to remove himself from the cushioned stool upon which he sat, “Want to head on down to the food court for some lunch?”
“Sure. . . I guess I’m paying?” He arched an eyebrow.
I did the best puppy eyes that I could, “Would you?”
“Pfeh, sure, it can go down on my short list of charities.”
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The food court was even more crowded than the rest of the mall, being that it was around lunch hour for everyone. Restaurants dotted the walls, neon signs illuminated, attempting to catch the hungry eyes of those that passed with lit-up menus adorned with photos of perfect dishes. . . it’s funny how the food never looks so magnificent in real life.
Seto and I had hopped into the line for McDonald’s, after a long and grueling argument about the type of food each restaurant served and why each place sucked. McDonald’s was the only place that we could say had a decent selection of food. Seto bought me a big mac and himself. . . a salad. Yeah, a salad. As though he were fat or something and needed to trim down a bit. The guy was as thin as a fucking rail, and here he was, eating a healthy salad with his cup of sweet tea.
“Have you ever had a cheeseburger?”
“Yes, but I don’t prefer them. They’re fattening and unhealthy anyways.”
“Well, during these next two weeks, you’re going to eat at least one. I told you, I’m going to get you to put on some weight. . . I mean, I don’t want you to get fat or anything, but looking like an anorexia patient isn’t so great.”
He threw a glare my way, popping more of that nasty health food into his mouth. I could only watch as my mind slowed his motions down, allowing for me to watch his lips engulf the fork, and watching the fork slide slowly out, those soft, full lips pulling at it gently.
I bit sloppily into my burger, watching Seto’s face twist into something akin to disgust, “What? Never seen a normal teenage boy eat before?”
“I’m sorry, Jounouchi, but that manner of eating certainly isn’t normal, and if it is, then I hope to god that someone kills me if I ever become that way.”
“You really need to loosen up.”
“You really need to fuck off and mind your own god-damned business.”
This sort of thing went on throughout the meal, one comment after another, insults flying across the two-person table at lightening speed, the hands on his watch seeming to fly around and around that small face. . . even after we had long since downed our lunch, we were still going at it like a cat and dog. . . funny how that worked out, ne? Anyways, we were going on about such minuscule matters, like grades in school and friendship (Heh, Anzu would have been so proud of me right then) and even things like what was a good career choice.
Without thinking, we had gotten up from the table, wandering about the mall, bickering about many things and agreeing about a slim few. . . like how annoying Anzu was, and how some of the kids in our school truly sucked ass. He knocked on Yuugi and Honda a few times, but I made sure to bitch him out for it. I wasn’t about to let anyone talk shit about two of my closest friends. . . speaking of friends.
“Kaiba? About your friend. . . what did you mean when you said he didn’t know the difference between lust and love?”
His eyes lowered in a depressing manner, his mouth turning down at the edges to allow that usual frown to appear upon it, “Saki was. . . Saki would listen to me. He made me happy a lot of the time when things weren’t going quite right. . . but his other emotions got in the way of his better judgment and ruined everything.”
I could only begin to imagine how wide my eyes had grown by then, “Do you mean to say that he-”
“Don’t say it. . . please, don’t say it.”
I had a strong feeling in the pit of my stomach that there was a hell of a lot of angst behind those beautiful sapphires.
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Once we had reached the main road, which wasn’t very far of a walk away, we caught a taxi rather quickly. Seto merely had to hold his hand up as one of the dingy, yellow cars approached. It was rickety and smelled strangely like old sneakers on the inside. I smiled slightly as I watched Seto’s nose draw upward in disgust. He said nothing and only turned to buckle his seatbelt, which fell apart as he pulled on it. His eyes opened wide and he rolled them, glancing into the rear-view mirror in an attempt to make eye contact with the trashy man driving such a piece of shit.
“That belts broken.” His voice was rough and his statement plain. He never made eye contact with that blue-eyed beauty. . . probably for his own good, too.
“Obviously.” Seto huffed, blowing brown bangs out of his eyes as he did so.
“Where to?”
“Domino Mall.” The way his mouth formed the words, it looked as though they were foreign to him. Seto faced the window, sighing faintly, his thin chest rising and falling as he did so.
The car slowly came to move along with the steady flow of traffic. There was an awkward silence lingering among us, and I wanted so badly to break it. . . but I’m sure you know how much guts and courage it takes to break something like that. . . like, you want to say something but can’t decided how to say it without earning yourself strange looks from the other two.
“So. . .” I rubbed my hands together, kind of like some sort of freakish nervous tic, “How’s the company?”
Kaiba looked at me, one eyebrow drastically higher than the other, “You know, sometimes it’s best to just stay quiet. Don’t try to make small-talk with me. You obviously lack the intelligence to do so.” He turned away again and I fumed.
“Oh, back to that are we? You weren’t so mean this morning. I thought you were starting to open up to me! I thought our relationship was going to the next level!” I went on, knowing full well how questionable it sounded, and the glances from the driver were enough to tell me that I was doing a wonderful job. . . that and Seto’s furious glares.
“Don’t pull that shit, Jounouchi. Shut your damn mouth and keep it that way.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I’ll rip your jaw off.”
So needless to say, the trip was silent from then on. . . except for the occasional outburst of curses from our driver whenever he decided that some other driver sucked and deserved to ‘fuck off’ or ‘park on train tracks’, and a rather cheery “Here we are!” from him as we arrived at our destination.
Seto groaned, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a few large bills. He didn’t seem to have looked at the fair, nor did he really seem to care what it was. The driver looked as though he had just fell into a gold mine, and Seto only looked casual and un-amused.
“You shouldn’t have paid him so much.” I stated plainly as we headed towards the main entrance.
“I really don’t care, mutt. Money is of the least of my worries.” He ran a hand through that perfect hair of his, silk strands kissing those lanky fingers. He really did need to eat more.
It was nice being dropped off right at the door like that. I certainly wasn’t used to such a luxury. With the little walking he did, it was a wonder he wasn’t as big around as he was tall! I guess I happened to notice his weight a lot lately. He really was a lot thinner than he usually appeared. . . it’s just that those coats he usually wore hid a lot of his body from everyone’s eyes, and that was likely why.
“Hey, Kaiba.” I grabbed his arm and he turned sharply, his hand grasping the doorhandle to the entrance.
“What?”
“Why are you being so cold towards me now? Is it because we’re in public?”
“Heh, I don’t know what came over me this morning, I must have still be half asleep to talk the way I did. Don’t get used to things as strange that.” He yanked his arm out of my grasp. I could have held on, his tug wasn’t really all that strong, but it really would have been pointless. There was nothing more to discuss. I followed silently behind me.
It was crowded inside the food court, which I really had expected considering it was a Saturday after all. There were people everywhere, many of them were glancing our way, the females giggling and daring each other to approach the famous Seto Kaiba.
A slutty group of three dared to come near us, clad in their stiletto heels, showy mini-skirts, and skimpy tube tops. . . one of them gave a reason to put a weight limit on outfits like that. . . the bimbo leader of the group stepped forward, her make-up covered face beaming. Her stupidity emanated from her like the heat from an iron, and yet she dared to speak, her skanky friends looking just as stupid behind her.
“Hi!” She squealed. For some reason, I wanted to shove her away and pull Seto along, “My name is-”
“I don’t care.” Seto shoved past her quickly, and I followed right behind, unable to keep a wide grin from appearing on my lips. I couldn’t help but wonder what that little bout of possessiveness was back there. . . I just knew that I didn’t want them touching Seto. . . I wanted to touch Seto. . . touch him and kiss him and fuck him. . .
He had seated himself on a small bench across from some of the many shops. I sat next to him, our bodies close. The heat from his body was nice. . .
“So, what are we here for exactly? I didn’t come here just to get cozy.” He leaned back against the bench, crossing his legs and folding his arms neatly. . . he sure had nice legs. . . “Would you just answer me?” He laid those blue eyes on me, and instantly I felt as though some spotlight were cast upon me.
“Um. . . well, we can hang out and talk. . . you know, without the environment being too personal. My friends and I come here all the time. Don’t you and your friends ever come here?”
“I don’t have friends.” He huffed, turning to glance at a group of gothic kids passing by.
“Haven’t you ever had friends?” I had promised not to ask about family, but friends were still fair game. I could tell that he had realized this as well.
He looked thoughtful for a moment, and then sighed, “Still persistent on asking questions?” Seto smirked, those blue eyes lighting up beautifully, “If I smile again, will you stop asking questions completely?” For a moment, I wondered if Kaiba were joking, but my better judgement told me that Seto Kaiba never joked. I frowned at him.
“What?” He asked, his smirk falling away with a mock confusion replacing it. . . it reminded me somewhat of how Pegasus acted during his duels. . . “Can’t you take a joke?” That same smirk played on his lips, and I smiled.
“You remind me of a cat.” My comment really wasn’t meant to be heard anywhere other than my head, but it sort of leaked out, and really seemed to have taken him by surprise.
“Excuse me?”
“You say that a lot. . . anyways, you’re like a cat. You get pissy when people try to touch you, you always smirk, you act kinda prissy, and you move all. . . well, graceful.” I looked seriously into those sapphire orbs.
“Of all of the things I have been compared to, I don’t believe a cat was ever one of them.” He cocked an eyebrow at me, his expression was looking more bored than anything now, “Are we just going to sit here the whole damn time?”
“Well, we can hang out, shop, eat, check people out. . . don’t you ever just kind of go somewhere to be out?”
“Very rarely. . .”
My ears perked up. . . like a puppy’s ears do when the doorbell rings. . . with curiosity, “But you still do. Where do you go?”
“Clubs.”
My eyebrows must have shot clear up into my hair, “Clubs? Okay, first of all, don’t you have to be 21 to get into a club?”
“Heh, not when you’re me.” His eyes watched me.
“Yeah, I guess that you can do that sort of thing when you’re sexy and famous.”
“Sexy?”
“People say that all the time.” I acted carefree, but my heart was actually pounding in my chest due to that slip up. He only closed his eyes and sighed, opening them again to glance at those that happened to be passing by. They stared at brief intervals, probably surprised to see him with a commoner like myself, “You never answered my question.”
“Which one?”
“Haven’t you ever had friends?”
He sighed, shifting slightly in his seat, “Yes, lots. Then I learned that they only befriended me for my money or the way I looked. . . even for my social status. So I basically told them all to fuck off and burn in an everlasting Hell.” He shrugged casually.
“So you’ve never had a best friend?” I pursed my lips, my brows knitting together. I felt sorry for him in some strange way. I wouldn’t know what to do without friends! No wonder he was such an asshole.
“I did, but that was a very long time ago. We stopped speaking when I had just turned 16.”
“Uh, two years really isn’t a long time ago. . . and what was his name?”
“His name was Saki.” A sad smile played on his lips for a fraction of a second, before falling into a frown, “That’s all you need to know.”
“Why aren’t you friends anymore?”
“Because he couldn’t see the difference between lust and love.” He stood, walking slowly towards one of the men’s stores. I sat alone for a bit. Lust and love? What did that have to do with anything? Did they have opposing views about romance? Seto did seem like the type to throw someone away due to a disagreement.
So he had had friends at one point in time and he occasionally went to clubs. . . I definitely didn’t see the club thing coming.
Because he couldn’t see the difference between lust and love. Ugh, that would be ringing in my head all day. Lust and love, lust and love. . . could he and that Saki guy have had a. . . nah!
I darted into the store, standing on my toes to peek over the high displays, looking this way and that in an attempt to spot a tuft of brown hair amongst the piles of pants and dress shirts and ties and. . . pfeh! We were in some sort of business store! Typical of a suit like himself. . . he rarely wore suits though, now that I thought about it. Only that one, lonesome white suit that we had the honor of catching him during the Kaiba Corp. Grand Prix. I tapped my chin and shrugged, continuing my search.
“Can I help you sir?” I spun on my heels, slightly startled by the sudden voice. The employee that had approached me was tall. . . very tall. He may have been an inch or two above Seto even! His hair was jet black, his eyes a dark grey. He was well built, his pressed dress shirt attempting to hide those toned muscles beneath it. He was pretty decent looking for a guy. . . but I’m not gay, so don’t get those wheels turning. . . but he definitely lacked the feminine beauty that Seto had.
“Uh, no. I’m just looking for a friend of mine that came in here.” I rubbed at the back of my head and began to walk around the store. He followed me.
“Well, being that this is a large department store within the mall, I can call for him over the store intercom.” Somehow we managed to get right in front of the entrance. . . maybe he would take the hint and fuck off. . . ya think? “What’s his name?”
“Uh, well, it’s Se-”
I watched the stunned image of that guy shrink as I was dragged from the store by left wrist. . . even so, that guy’s eyes seemed to get bigger and bigger, his mouth opening more and more, and he lifted his hand as though to stop me from leaving. . . “What a fucking weirdo.”
“Yeah, you are.”
“I didn’t mean me!” I spun around, ready to attack my offender as he released my arm. “Seto?”
“It’s Kaiba, and I got bored with that store, so let’s go somewhere else. Let’s go to another building perhaps.” He folded his arms and tapped his right foot, the light sound lost amongst the noisy chatter of the crowd of shoppers.
“Well, what time is it?” I blushed with embarrassment that I didn’t own a watch, but a small shimmer of silver caught my eye. A fine watch clung tightly to his pale wrist, the second hand moving in a smooth pace around that large, pearl face. Before he had the chance to look at it, I had grasped his arm, pulling it close to get a better look. “It’s eleven thirty!” I announced, just as he practically tore his arm away from me. He pulled it close to his chest, nursing it with his other hand, “Well if you weren’t to determined to get it away from me, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.” I folded my arms and shook my head, “I just wanted to look at your watch. You act like me holding your arm is going to make you weak or vulnerable or something.”
He rolled those pretty eyes and let his arm fall to his side. “No, I just don’t want a disgusting kid like you touching me.”
“Kid? We’re the same fucking age! Plus we’re eighteen!” By this time I was getting a lot of stares. Parents were grabbing their childrens’ ears, glaring and shaking their heads at me as though I was supposed to give a damn.
“You certainly don’t act like an adult.” He walked passed me, looking around as though he were actually interested in going shopping.
You act like me holding your arm is going to make you weak or vulnerable or something.
Hmm. . . today was getting rather interesting.
I watched him slowly glide away, those long, perfect legs moving in liquid motion as his hips swayed ever-so-slightly side to side as thought to tease it’s viewers. I wondered if he knew how many people looked at him that way. . . how many people wanted to tie him up and fuck him senseless. . . I wondered if he knew that I was one of those people.
“Hey, wait up!” I darted after him, walking as close to his side as I could, “Want to get some ice cream?” I must have sounded like an eager little child just then. . . perhaps that’s what he meant. I really was a kid at heart sometimes. . . wouldn’t it be so funny if he could read my thoughts?
He glanced down at me, in a daze or so it seemed, “Ice cream? Now you sound like Mokuba. . . fine, let’s get some.” He stopped, I almost kept right on walking, and turned quickly to the right, apparently spotting something of interest. It was one of those giant ‘you are here’ things that they put in strange places at every mall.
“You know, I know this place inside and out, we really don’t need a map.” I felt really smart just then, knowing something that Kaiba didn’t know. Sure it wasn’t academics or anything of any importance, but I did know it, and he didn’t, and that’s all that really mattered at the moment.
“Well if you’re so damn smart, why don’t you lead the way?” His eyes were cold, the ice within them glittering with a threatening light.
“Fine, I will.” I marched off in the direction of the nearest ice cream shop in the building. Ice cream. . . god, it’d be so hot to watch him lap at it like a cat, that elegant tongue darting out to taste that sweet essence. . . oh how perverted that sounded! Ice cream really is a sexual thing, no matter what people may tell you. Popsicles too. . . whenever we went to the store, popsicles would definitely be on the list. “It’s right here.” The shop was bright and colorful with displays of numerous varieties of cones, the multiple flavors of ice cream hiding just behind the icy glass, their names etched into little tags in front of each tub.
We were the only one’s in line, and so the teenage girl working just behind the counter was quick to approach us, “What can I get for you today?”
“Well, I’ll have a mint chocolate chip.” I turned to Seto, who seemed to be trying to decide, his eyes studying each and every circle of color, “What do you want, Kaiba?” I put the emphasis on his surname, just to show him that I wasn’t using his first name as I had been earlier.
“Chocolate.”
“Alright, how many scoops?”
“One for both of us.” He glanced at me, but didn’t seem to mind my decision.
“And the type of cone?”
“Cake cones.” I smiled at him, “They’re the best kind.”
He only grunted and looked away, pretending not to give a damn. . . or maybe he really didn’t.
“Alright, that’ll be 7.50.” (AN: I know, I’m not using yen. . . because I’m much too lazy to get on the internet and find a conversion chart.) That reminded me that I didn’t have any money. . . but Seto was already way ahead of me. He forked over a ten, telling her to keep the change, and she proceed to happily create two delicious ice creams for us.
“Thanks for paying.” I smiled sheepishly at him, clutching the cone and handing Kaiba his chocolate. “I’m sorry that I don’t have any money with me.” I kicked unconsciously at the cheap-tiled flooring.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault that your father is a grade A asshole.” He licked sensual at his ice cream, but my mind was too caught up in his words to bother with getting all hot over it.
“It is, really. . . I mean, I’m not the brightest kid, nor am I a very good son.”
“Shut up.” He came dangerously close to me, “It isn’t your fault, no matter what people may tell you, no matter what you may think. . . it is not your fault.” He shuddered slightly, with anger I suppose, and backed off a bit, claiming the nearest bench. I followed him as soon as his eyes met mine. How beautiful and hypnotizing they were.
“Was your father mean to you?”
“You promised no more questions about my family today.”
I stared straight ahead, licking at the minty goodness and sighing, “Yeah, I did.”
I turned a tad bit to catch a rather piquant site. Seto was licking off the brown liquid that had begun to run down the side of his cone. I’m sure that you can immediately guess what I imagined him doing to me right at that moment. I’d have to bed him some time soon.
“Mutt, you’re letting your ice cream run down the side.”
“Want to lick it off for me?”
He blinked rapidly, “Excuse me?”
“Nothing.” I cleaned it up, trying to show off how skilled I was with my mouth. He only watched, “What are you staring at?” I was beginning to sound like him now.
“I’m just observing your strange, disgusting eating habits.”
My brows knit together, but I decided to let it slide this time, “Speaking of eating, I’m ready for lunch! It’s about noon, right?”
“Well yeah, but we ate only about three hours ago.”
“Hm, yeah, I guess you’re right. . . well, we could always walk around until we find something interesting.” I shrugged my shoulders and his mouth flattened out.
“Wow, how fun.” His sarcasm was thick as he stretched his arms high above his head, yawning. He looked even more hot than usual with his hands above his head and his mouth wide open. . . the way his legs were spread a bit apart was just so. . . inviting.
“You ever been in a relationship?”
“Uh. . . no. . . yes. . . sort of. . . not really.” His hands were now clasped together in his lap, his eyes locked onto the fountain on the floor below us. The way he was twiddling his thumbs told me that he was uncomfortable with the subject, so I decided to drop it. See? I’m really not a bad guy at all!
Loudly, I slurped up the last bit of my ice cream, popping the remainder of my cone into my mouth. Seto had apparently already finished his when I wasn’t paying attention. Damn, so much for watching him. I really should stop letting my mind wander.
“I have a great idea!” I leapt from the bench, startling Kaiba a bit in the process, “Let’s go to the arcade that they have here!” I grinned childishly at him, and he only sighed.
“Fine.” His stood, waiting, “Well? Lead the way.”
Without doing much in the way of thinking, I clutched his hand within mine, his soft, pale flesh felt nice against my rough skin. I couldn’t see him, but I could imagine a blush must have crept across those cream-colored cheeks, even if just for a split second.
I wove between the many groups of people at a rather quick pace, smiling at the little noises of protest from the one I was dragging along behind me. I could feel his hand grip tightly onto mine as though he expected me to let go of him at some moment and he’d get lost. . . kind of like how a child grips his mothers hand when they’re at a busy party. . . it was cute.
As we neared the arcade, I stopped short, allowing for him to run into me. His body up against mine was like some sort of drug. I could have stayed forever just like that, but he was too quick to move next to me, one hand on his hip, shaking out the hand that I had had ahold of, “Well, let’s go in then.”
I followed him closely inside, quickly spotting my favorite fighting game, “Hey, let’s play that!” He grunted in response, pulling out a five and sending it into the depths of the change machine. Instantly, a whole poll of quarters were released, and Seto was intelligent enough to have grabbed a cup from the top of the machine to catch them in.
Again, I grabbed his hand, pulling him over to the stools, “Come on!”
“I don’t know how to play this one.” He pursed his lips a bit. I smiled. At least he admitted to it.
“I can teach you. Sit down and I’ll show you.” He sat. . . obeying my orders? How sexy. “Okay, put two quarters in and press start.” Again, he followed directions. “Now, put your right hand on that joystick and then keep your left hand near those two buttons there.” As he did so, I clasped my hands over his, my chin resting gently on his right shoulder. Seto froze.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Showing you how to play.” He shivered a bit as my breath came across his ear.
“Whatever.”
This went on for about ten minutes. Holding onto his hands, I moved the joystick and pushed the buttons, winning match after match, inserting quarter after quarter. It came to a point where Seto was actually getting into it. We were both making little comments at our computer opponents, bragging about our excellent fighting skills. . . hey, we’re teenage boys, it’s in our blood to do something like that! So Seto Kaiba had some human traits left within him. . . amazing.
We moved on soon enough, going from game to game, playing and winning. . . I made sure to pick games that Seto probably wouldn’t know how to play, just so I could stand behind him and touch him. I began to wonder if he really knew what I was doing.
During one game, I could feel his back vibrate slightly.
“Hm, I guess I’m a bit hungry.” He looked down at his stomach, which was apparently yelling at him to feed it.
I grabbed his wrist, like earlier -and he struggled to pull it away, like earlier- and looked at his watch, “Geez, it’s already one o’clock!” I stood up straight, allowing for that blue-eyed beauty to remove himself from the cushioned stool upon which he sat, “Want to head on down to the food court for some lunch?”
“Sure. . . I guess I’m paying?” He arched an eyebrow.
I did the best puppy eyes that I could, “Would you?”
“Pfeh, sure, it can go down on my short list of charities.”
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The food court was even more crowded than the rest of the mall, being that it was around lunch hour for everyone. Restaurants dotted the walls, neon signs illuminated, attempting to catch the hungry eyes of those that passed with lit-up menus adorned with photos of perfect dishes. . . it’s funny how the food never looks so magnificent in real life.
Seto and I had hopped into the line for McDonald’s, after a long and grueling argument about the type of food each restaurant served and why each place sucked. McDonald’s was the only place that we could say had a decent selection of food. Seto bought me a big mac and himself. . . a salad. Yeah, a salad. As though he were fat or something and needed to trim down a bit. The guy was as thin as a fucking rail, and here he was, eating a healthy salad with his cup of sweet tea.
“Have you ever had a cheeseburger?”
“Yes, but I don’t prefer them. They’re fattening and unhealthy anyways.”
“Well, during these next two weeks, you’re going to eat at least one. I told you, I’m going to get you to put on some weight. . . I mean, I don’t want you to get fat or anything, but looking like an anorexia patient isn’t so great.”
He threw a glare my way, popping more of that nasty health food into his mouth. I could only watch as my mind slowed his motions down, allowing for me to watch his lips engulf the fork, and watching the fork slide slowly out, those soft, full lips pulling at it gently.
I bit sloppily into my burger, watching Seto’s face twist into something akin to disgust, “What? Never seen a normal teenage boy eat before?”
“I’m sorry, Jounouchi, but that manner of eating certainly isn’t normal, and if it is, then I hope to god that someone kills me if I ever become that way.”
“You really need to loosen up.”
“You really need to fuck off and mind your own god-damned business.”
This sort of thing went on throughout the meal, one comment after another, insults flying across the two-person table at lightening speed, the hands on his watch seeming to fly around and around that small face. . . even after we had long since downed our lunch, we were still going at it like a cat and dog. . . funny how that worked out, ne? Anyways, we were going on about such minuscule matters, like grades in school and friendship (Heh, Anzu would have been so proud of me right then) and even things like what was a good career choice.
Without thinking, we had gotten up from the table, wandering about the mall, bickering about many things and agreeing about a slim few. . . like how annoying Anzu was, and how some of the kids in our school truly sucked ass. He knocked on Yuugi and Honda a few times, but I made sure to bitch him out for it. I wasn’t about to let anyone talk shit about two of my closest friends. . . speaking of friends.
“Kaiba? About your friend. . . what did you mean when you said he didn’t know the difference between lust and love?”
His eyes lowered in a depressing manner, his mouth turning down at the edges to allow that usual frown to appear upon it, “Saki was. . . Saki would listen to me. He made me happy a lot of the time when things weren’t going quite right. . . but his other emotions got in the way of his better judgment and ruined everything.”
I could only begin to imagine how wide my eyes had grown by then, “Do you mean to say that he-”
“Don’t say it. . . please, don’t say it.”
I had a strong feeling in the pit of my stomach that there was a hell of a lot of angst behind those beautiful sapphires.
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