Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes ❯ Day One: Hellish Slumber ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: kiokukaiba 
Jou wakes up when Seto has a violent nightmare. . . and a secret is revealed that Seto never intended to tell.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 712 | Status: Work In Progress
Jou wakes up when Seto has a violent nightmare. . . and a secret is revealed that Seto never intended to tell.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 712 | Status: Work In Progress
Behind Blue Eyes
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The rest of the trip was pretty much uneventful. I told him about the strange guy at the mall, but Seto seemed uninterested. We had gone to many of the shops, so getting bored with it and going grocery shopping. Again, not much to say about this experience. . . though I must admit, seeing him with a grocery cart full of junk food was pretty humorous.
We returned to my apartment at around six in the evening. Seto had paid for all of the food, and I was quick to thank him for it. . . but he simply waved a hand at me, silencing as though I were some obedient employee. I hated that ego of his. . . he thought he were the smartest, sexiest, most gorgeous damn thing on the face of the earth. . . I guess that’s because he is and he knows it. I may have a sort of hatred for the guy, but I can’t lie to you. Seto Kaiba is amazingly intelligent. He excels in all academics and his job. . . I mean, how many times do you think teenagers become CEO’s of multi-billion dollar companies and manage to make things better rather than run the place into the ground? Let’s face it, Kaiba is amazing. . . but he’s an asshole, which ruins it for him.
He left me to do the work of putting the food away. He said that he shouldn’t help because he paid for it. It was likely better this way, since I knew where everything was supposed to go and he didn’t. He was seated at the kitchen table, just observing me opening cabinets and the fridge again and again, as though I were some sort of wild animal being recorded for one of those boring documentaries for old people and third grade science classes.
Those blue eyes watching me. They were gorgeous, no doubt about that at all. They were cold and fierce all at once. . . and I wondered if they were ever bright and happy. There was still plenty of time to find out, of course, but I found myself thinking about it often, constantly thinking up new questions. I made a mental note to write them all down that night while he was sleeping. . . speaking of which.
“Have you decided where you will be sleeping tonight?”
“The bed.”
“Do we have to go through this again? I’m sleeping in my bed.”
“Then let me sleep in your father’s room.”
I hesitated, remembering that toxic disaster that waited just beyond the cheap, plywood door, “No, you can’t sleep in there.”
“I don’t really want to, I just wanted to see what your reaction would be.” He sighed, “Guess you’ll be sleeping on the floor. I’m your guest, after all. You should always treat your guests with respect.”
“You do realize that all of this still applies when I go to your place, right?” I smiled when his brows furrowed. Guess he hadn’t thought about that.
“There are plenty of useable beds in my house. Such a problem will never come up.”
I pulled slightly at my hair, “Fine. Sleep in my bed tonight and I’ll sleep on the floor. . . but tomorrow night we switch.”
“Yeah, we’ll see.” He shut his eyes, a victorious smirk appearing on those small lips.
We’d see who’d be the one left smiling tonight. He’ll be sleeping soundly in my bed. . . and I’ll lay awake just waiting. I’d be close to him this way. . . I could touch that beautiful body without the worry of sneaking in my own bedroom. . . and if he were to awaken during my little groping session, I could easily say that I was up to get a drink of water and had just returned, therefore I was standing up. . . yeah! I’m so smart!
I must have been grinning, for Seto’s right eyebrow shot up to hide under those chocolate bangs. He said nothing, perhaps dismissing it as something a ‘dork’ like myself does. He really did underestimate me. I’d have to show him just how strong I really was. . . I’d been working out ever since he showed me up during Duelist Kingdom, and I had certainly gotten a lot stronger.
“Alright then!”
He jumped slightly in his seat, as were my intentions.
“What would you like for dinner, your royal ass-ness?” I smiled in a mocking sweetness and watched him roll those baby blues.
“I’m not an ass.”
“No, but you have a nice one.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said ‘what would you like for dinner?’” I loved doing that to people. You know, saying something totally perverted and then pretending that it never happened just to make the person question their sanity. . . hopefully Seto would do just that and not push on it.
“You’re making dinner? I’d rather eat dog shit.”
My eyes narrowed, “That can be arranged.” His face scrunched up a bit. . . I think that I was blushing at how adorable he looked like that, “You shouldn’t do that, your face will stay that way.” This time his pursed his lips and looked away and I laughed playfully, “But really though, I’m a pretty good cook. . . how about we have spaghetti? I make the best spaghetti in all of Domino! You’ll see!” I moved about the kitchen, glad to have thrown such ingredients into our cart while shopping.
“Whatever you say, mutt.” He watched me put the water on to boil, “Hey, Jounouchi. . .” His voice was softer, and I wondered if he had really even said anything at all. I peered over my shoulder at him, and he watched me, his face a total blank.
“Did you say something?”
“Yeah. . .” He sounded almost uneasy, a definite surprise to me, “What’s the matter with you?”
“Huh? What the hell are you talking about?”
“The things that you have been saying to me and about me!” Those sapphires narrowed into dangerous slits while his thin hands curled into threatening fists on the sorry excuse for a kitchen table, “Like when you called me sexy, or a minute ago when you said I had a nice ass!” A blush crept up to tint those pale cheeks, and I wondered if he knew it was there.
“What? You should know that you’re sexy. . . or do you not notice all of the babes that practically drool all over you.” He looked thoughtful for a moment.
“But-”
“Let me guess, but I’m a guy, right? And guys can’t compliment other guys? Get out of the stone age, Kaiba. People don’t really give a fuck who likes who, who fucks who. . . I mean, I could fuck your brains out right now, and hardly anyone would find it so disgusting.” Okay, so perhaps that example was a bit strong. I’ve never seen anyone’s eyes get so big, he may have rivaled Yuugi with eyes like that. His face was now covered in a full-blown blush, his hands flatting out and dropping shyly to his lap. I laughed, “What? Does it really bother you that much?” He huffed and looked away from me, “Oh yeah, and you do have a nice ass.” His head snapped back to face me, anger evident in his eyes, but that bright red on his face made him so much less intimidating.
It was quiet from then on out. I had finally poured in the noodles, allowing them to become nice and soft, letting it cool slightly before spooning it into two bowls, covering it in spaghetti sauce and topping it off with a fine layer of freshly shredded cheese. I was amused to watch Seto sniff at it before even daring to taste, but once he did, he didn’t complain at all.
“Is it good?”
“I’ve had better.”
I may have seemed insulting, but I could tell that in his own strange way, that was as close to a compliment that I was going to get.
During dinner, our conversation jumped from subject to subject, a lot of them being in some way related to school. At one point, Seto began a rant about some high-ranking employee that was pissing him off. He even went so far as to get up and imitate how the guy went about things in some strange manner; and to hear Seto imitate his voice was quite hilarious. I think I remember the high and mighty Kaiba brother laughing at one point. He was beautiful when he laughed. . .
Not that I like him like that or anything, ‘cause I don’t, so don’t even start thinking that.
I’d say it was about seven-thirty in the evening when I cleaned up the dishes. I had actually told him about how shitty I was doing in math and he agreed to help me. You can enter some highly dramatic gasp right here. That’s right, Seto Kaiba helping an innocent -pfeh, yeah, innocent, whatever- schoolboy with his homework.
“So, what exactly is it that you need help with?” We sat on my bedroom floor by my bed. Well, I sat cross-legged and Seto kinda laid on his side with his head propped up by his arm. He lay close enough so that he could see my homework. He looked really vulnerable in that position. . . I started getting hot just thinking about laying on top of him and pinning him face down. . .
“Are you even listening to me?” He glared up at me.
“Oh, sorry, what?”
“I asked you what you needed help with.”
“Math.”
“No shit Sherlock.” He rolled his eyes and I laughed, “I meant what about math don’t you understand?”
“Uh, all of it.” I bit my lip and looked down at him. He only stared back.
“So you mean to tell me that you wouldn’t even know where to begin?” He rolled over to lay on his back, clasping his hands together behind his head. . . was he just trying to torture me?
“Uh, yup.” I smiled a stupid, half-smile.
He sighed tiredly and rolled back over, this time ending up with his side right up against my right knee as he lay on his stomach now, using his elbows to prop himself up. He picked up my pencil and attempted to demonstrate how it was done. . . while I attempted to pay attention. I must say, it took every bit of effort in the world to keep me from looking at that gorgeous ass inside those tight, leather pants. I kept telling myself that if I paid attention, it would be over sooner and I could get on to dessert quicker.
“You see now? Try one on your own now.” He placed the pencil gently into my hand and watched on with curiosity as I repeated his steps. It was so easy now! I wondered why I couldn’t get it before, but then remembered that a certain hot brunette distracted me. He studied my work, “Yup, you got it right, mutt.” He glanced up at me, but I only noticed out of the corner of my eye, as I was too busy looking at something else.
“Do I get a prize?”
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah, I showed you fun at the mall, I cooked you dinner, I paid attention enough to learn some math. . . and now I want a prize.” All the while, my eyes crept up and down his body, inch by inch, soon coming to rest on his uneasy face.
“Sorry mutt, but I have no prize for you.” He rolled his eyes, trying to play it off as one of my annoying games.
I laid half-way on him so that my chin rested on his shoulder and my chest was up against his back. I felt him stiffen quickly, “Let’s play, Seto.” Again I used his first name, this time as a hint.
His eyes shot open and he rolled, knocking me off, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, mutt?!” His voice was loud, startled. . . perhaps even a bit frightened.
I was most likely sweating by then. Time to cover my ass again, “I was just messing with you!” I forced out a laugh and rubbed the back of my head, “Come on, dude, I’m straight! I only did that ‘cause of what you said earlier about me calling you sexy. I just wanted to get a reaction out of you!” Something in my gut told me that he didn’t buy that for even a fraction of a second, but he only looked wearily at me and edged slowly closer. Perhaps he would try to believe it.
“I swear, if you do anything like that again, I’ll run to that kitchen, get the biggest knife, and hack you to little bits!” My eyes widened. I really hadn’t expected Kaiba to get so violent. . . I actually almost said ‘Only if you can get away’, but I wasn’t about to risk my own life just to get a kick out of it.
Seto leaned up against my bed, his eyes dull and half-lidded. It seemed as though he were ready to change the subject and pretend that nothing happened, “Do you need help with your homework in any other classes?”
The question startled me. Why was he being so kind all of a sudden? “Are you okay?”
“Yes, just a bit tired.” His eyes slid shut and he sighed heavily, leaving his mouth slightly open for my viewing.
“It’s only eight at night.” I scooted to sit next to him. He looked so small all slouched down like that. . .
“Yeah, I know, it’s just that I don’t get much sleep and I’ve usually had a view cups of coffee by now.”
“Oh, you work late then?”
“Usually. Don’t sleep much at home either.” His words were plain, hinting at nothing, but I felt as though there was more to it than that.
“Why not?” I looked down at that tired face, and his eyes opened slowly, but he said nothing. “Insomnia?” I laughed a bit and he turned his head, the almost-sad glaze over those eyes shutting me up quickly.
“Yeah, something like that.” The sadness was soon replaced with boredom, “So then, what is there to do now?” He had turned to look straight ahead again, sitting up. Apparently our torsos are the same length, because we were at eye level. His legs were stretched out in front of him, thin and beautiful, just like their owner. . .
“Whatever you want to do.” Again, I glanced at his face. His eyes had slid closed again, his chest rising and falling softly, steadily. I turned back; however, when a light weight touched my left arm, my gaze was back on him. His head now lay against my arm. Before I knew it, my right hand was running through that silky brown hair, my fingers entwining themselves with every little strand they could manage to catch.
My hand dropped down to caress his face. It was soft and smooth, not marred by even the slightest of imperfections. By this point, I was scaring myself. Here I was, brushing my fingertips along Seto Kaiba’s lips as though I were some perverted old man molesting a young boy in his sleep. That wasn’t what frightened me the most thought. It was the fact that it was a guy I was touching. . . and I liked it. I could have sat there ‘til dawn with him laying against me and have been perfectly content; however, sleep would eventually call for me, and such a position would not be sustained during slumber.
A grunt escaped from those pouty lips as I attempted to pick him up. My plan was to get him in my bed - in a totally non-sexual way! - so that he could sleep comfortably. I thought that he’d be heavy, considering his height, but he was freakishly light-weight. He really needed to take better care of himself.
Gently, I laid him down, taking off his shoes and covering him from the shoulders down with my less-than-perfect blanket.
I sat his shoes down next to his bags. With a side-glance back at my sleeping beauty, I sat down in front of them. I realized that there was a third bag that I hadn’t noticed earlier, but it was only a laptop case, likely so that he could do office work while stuck here with me. I had inspected the duffle bag earlier, however the larger case’s contents were unknown to me. I pulled it into my lap, unzipping it slowly. There was nothing special about it. The materials within consisted of notebooks, textbooks, a binder, a planner. . . school things and things to be used for the project. I zipped it up again, returning the bag to it’s original position on the floor.
“Going through my things again?” I spun around to find him sitting up, propped by his arms. “If you think you’re going to find anything interesting, you’re sadly mistaken. You’ve already found what I would have tried to hide from you.” His expression was bored, but his voice was irritated.
I felt really bad right about then, “Sorry, I get too curious for my own good I guess.” I frowned, rubbing at the back of my head. “Did I wake you up?”
“No, it was because of the light.”
Duh! I can be such an idiot sometimes. I had moved him right next to my lamp. I should have been smart enough to notice this in the beginning and turn the lamp off so that my prince could sleep. . . Okay, I just got freaked out on a totally new level.
“Do you think a lot?”
“Yeah. . . why?”
“You just seem kind of lost in your own head a lot of the time. . . of course, I guess that’s pretty easy to do with a head as empty as yours.” He smirked at this. . .and I laughed.
“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”
He glanced at my clock, “Still early.” His gaze returned to his bags and me, “Perhaps I ought to go ahead and take my medicine so that I don’t forget it. . . that certainly wouldn’t be very pretty.” Seto smiled half-heartedly, yet it was still beautiful. . . I really did sound like a lovesick puppy. . .
“Yeah. . . I’ll probably go ahead and get my pajamas on.”
“You mean your school uniform?” He tilted his head in mock innocense.
“Yeah, yeah, keep joking rich-boy.” Though he taunted, I smiled, happy at the light atmosphere rather than one of frequent fights or silence.
“I suppose I’ll change too, then.” He stood, making his way towards his bags. I could only sit there, for some lump had caught in my throat, my limbs locking up. . . and I hoped to every deity that ever existed that the blue-eyed prince would choose to change right here. . . however, with my frequent perversion today, that was highly unlikely.
So as to avoid causing any further suspicion, I leapt to my feet, approaching my chest of drawers to retrieve my pajamas. They were a dark green and made of flannel. I tossed them onto my bed and took off my shirt in a few quick movements and then looked in Seto’s direction to see if
I had caught his attention. . . not that I wanted to or anything. To my dismay, he was nowhere to be found. The small sound of a running faucet told me that he was in the bathroom taking his medicine. . . his open suitcase told me that he was likely changing in there as well.
I finished changing and knocked on the bathroom door.
“What?” Came Seto’s annoyed, and slightly muffled, reply.
“Why are you changing in the bathroom? You got tits or something?” One side of my lips curved up in a taunting smile as the door swung open. Seto leaned out, his toothbrush hanging from his lips, toothpaste kissing the edges of that all-too-inviting mouth.
“Would it have pleased you if I had changed in front of you?” I smiled, assuming that he didn’t realize how strange his wording sounded, “Never mind, don’t answer that.” He turned around, retreating back inside.
The bathroom was clean, thanks to my last minute bout of neatness the other day. Seto leaned on the counter, spitting his toothpaste into the sink and using one of the paper cups to rinse his mouth clean. Two pill bottles sat neatly along-side the faucet. I guess he didn’t mind them being out, now that I knew. I still wanted to know about that Post Traumatic whatever the hell it was called, “Hey Seto?”
“Kaiba.”
“Hey Kaiba?” I questioned again, annoyed at how stubborn he was.
“What.” A statement, not a question.
“What was that disorder you have again?”
He glared sharply at me, and I can imagine that I must’ve taken a step or two back, “Leave it alone, mutt.” He bit off each of his words with gritted teeth.
“I just couldn’t remember the name. . .” I wasn’t about to let this go. Nope, he had to spill it all eventually. “Post Traumatic. . .” I waited for him to finish.
He strode past me, obviously in a pissy mood now, “I say we go to bed early.”
As we entered my room, I grabbed him tightly on his right shoulder and roughly spun him around, getting as close to his face as I could, “Yeah, of course you say that! You’re just too much of a coward to talk about your disorders! Not my fault you’re fucked in the head!” I flinched, as though I was just waiting for him to slap me. . . but he didn’t. His expression was, sad. . . like, really sad. . . but he didn’t cry, I doubt he’d let me see him cry. Without a single word, he laid on my bed, covering himself up, and rolling over to face the wall.
I sat down next to him, “Se- Kaiba. . . I didn’t mean that.” Still nothing, “I really don’t think that you’re fucked up in the head. . . you know, I don’t think before I say things.” I glanced over my shoulder. I could see his face that way. Those blue eyes looked numb, staring straight forward. His mouth was a flat line, and he showed no sign of acknowledgment, “Say something.” His eyes slid shut, “Fine, be an ass.” I got up, going out to the hallway closet to retrieve blankets for my makeshift bed, “Wait.” Dragging the blankets and pillows behind me, I marched back to my bedroom, throwing the bundle on the floor, “Kaiba, get up, you’re sleeping on the floor.”
“Excuse me?” He sat up at the speed of light.
“You heard me. Floor. Now.” I pointed at the blankets. . . heh, who was the dog now?
He studied me, as though looking for the signs of a joke, “Fine.” He slid from my bed. That easy? I must say, I was amazed.
“No, wait.”
“What now?”
I don’t know what I was thinking at that moment, but the feeling of Seto against me as I pushed him back on my bed was. . . beyond heavenly, “We can share my bed.” He was easy to lay down and hold there, being that he neglected to nurture his gorgeous body.
“Let me go, dammit!”
“Chill out! I’m not going to be weird, I promise.” Again, my head must have been in the clouds. I leaned over him, turned out my lamp, then placed a soft kiss on his forehead. I could feel him freeze up. I then put a small bit of space between the two of us and shut my eyes, ready for sleep.
There was no movement, nor any attempts of escape by my sexy little kitten, and the sound of his soft, even breathing brought sleep to me within a matter of minutes. . .
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I was jerked awake as flailing hands whipped at my body, whimpers ringing in my ears. I held out my hands, grasping my offenders. . . and yet that only made the whimpering louder, more frantic. Then my mind shot into frightening realization, “Seto?!” I held his wrists tightly with my right hand, leaning across and turning on the lamp with my left hand. His whimpering hushed a bit, but his eyes were clenched shut, silent tears cascading down his cheeks in a frightening stream. He panted a bit, his hands clenching and unclenching in my grasp. He arched his back suddenly, rubbing our sensitive areas together for a fraction of a second, and I couldn’t tell who moaned louder, him or me.
With the sudden intimate touch, Seto’s thin body writhed wildly beneath me, “Stop! No! No! Stop!” There was mumbling along with blood-curdling cries. I think it was around this point when I began to shake him furiously in an attempt to wake him from that hellish slumber.
“Wake up! God dammit, Seto, wake up! You’re scaring the hell out of me!” Still he shook violently, his breath hitching in the midst of hard sobbing, “Please, Seto. . . god, please, wake up, don’t cry anymore! Seto, wake up!” My hands shook his shoulders repetitively, and it took warm droplets on my knuckles for me to realize that I, too, had begun to cry. . .
“Jounouchi?” Those blue eyes opened to slits at first and then to wide sapphires, “Jounouchi. . .”
“You scared the hell out of me!” I sounded angry, I knew, “Please, don’t do that anymore. . .” I fell onto him, wrapping my arms around his waste, being sure to place myself high enough that my face was level with his.
“Do what?” He wiped at his eyes. . . and his tone told me very well that he knew what happened. . . and that it was probably a frequent occurrence. He didn’t really seem to be bothered by my actions.
“You know damn well. . . Your disorder. . .”
“Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. . . yes.” That was all it took. I knew, he knew. . . and I think that the both of us were comforted by the others embrace at that moment, “Why are you crying?”
“Because you worried me. . .” I pressed my face lightly against his left cheek.
“You’re strange. . . you hate me, yet you worry about me.”
“I don’t hate you!” I used my arms to lift myself.
“Yes you do, you despise me.” Again, he looked sad, distant.
“I don’t hate you, dammit! I l-” I locked eyes with him, and those blue eyes never seemed so intimidating as they did at just that moment.
“You what?” Though he questioned. . . I think he knew.
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The rest of the trip was pretty much uneventful. I told him about the strange guy at the mall, but Seto seemed uninterested. We had gone to many of the shops, so getting bored with it and going grocery shopping. Again, not much to say about this experience. . . though I must admit, seeing him with a grocery cart full of junk food was pretty humorous.
We returned to my apartment at around six in the evening. Seto had paid for all of the food, and I was quick to thank him for it. . . but he simply waved a hand at me, silencing as though I were some obedient employee. I hated that ego of his. . . he thought he were the smartest, sexiest, most gorgeous damn thing on the face of the earth. . . I guess that’s because he is and he knows it. I may have a sort of hatred for the guy, but I can’t lie to you. Seto Kaiba is amazingly intelligent. He excels in all academics and his job. . . I mean, how many times do you think teenagers become CEO’s of multi-billion dollar companies and manage to make things better rather than run the place into the ground? Let’s face it, Kaiba is amazing. . . but he’s an asshole, which ruins it for him.
He left me to do the work of putting the food away. He said that he shouldn’t help because he paid for it. It was likely better this way, since I knew where everything was supposed to go and he didn’t. He was seated at the kitchen table, just observing me opening cabinets and the fridge again and again, as though I were some sort of wild animal being recorded for one of those boring documentaries for old people and third grade science classes.
Those blue eyes watching me. They were gorgeous, no doubt about that at all. They were cold and fierce all at once. . . and I wondered if they were ever bright and happy. There was still plenty of time to find out, of course, but I found myself thinking about it often, constantly thinking up new questions. I made a mental note to write them all down that night while he was sleeping. . . speaking of which.
“Have you decided where you will be sleeping tonight?”
“The bed.”
“Do we have to go through this again? I’m sleeping in my bed.”
“Then let me sleep in your father’s room.”
I hesitated, remembering that toxic disaster that waited just beyond the cheap, plywood door, “No, you can’t sleep in there.”
“I don’t really want to, I just wanted to see what your reaction would be.” He sighed, “Guess you’ll be sleeping on the floor. I’m your guest, after all. You should always treat your guests with respect.”
“You do realize that all of this still applies when I go to your place, right?” I smiled when his brows furrowed. Guess he hadn’t thought about that.
“There are plenty of useable beds in my house. Such a problem will never come up.”
I pulled slightly at my hair, “Fine. Sleep in my bed tonight and I’ll sleep on the floor. . . but tomorrow night we switch.”
“Yeah, we’ll see.” He shut his eyes, a victorious smirk appearing on those small lips.
We’d see who’d be the one left smiling tonight. He’ll be sleeping soundly in my bed. . . and I’ll lay awake just waiting. I’d be close to him this way. . . I could touch that beautiful body without the worry of sneaking in my own bedroom. . . and if he were to awaken during my little groping session, I could easily say that I was up to get a drink of water and had just returned, therefore I was standing up. . . yeah! I’m so smart!
I must have been grinning, for Seto’s right eyebrow shot up to hide under those chocolate bangs. He said nothing, perhaps dismissing it as something a ‘dork’ like myself does. He really did underestimate me. I’d have to show him just how strong I really was. . . I’d been working out ever since he showed me up during Duelist Kingdom, and I had certainly gotten a lot stronger.
“Alright then!”
He jumped slightly in his seat, as were my intentions.
“What would you like for dinner, your royal ass-ness?” I smiled in a mocking sweetness and watched him roll those baby blues.
“I’m not an ass.”
“No, but you have a nice one.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said ‘what would you like for dinner?’” I loved doing that to people. You know, saying something totally perverted and then pretending that it never happened just to make the person question their sanity. . . hopefully Seto would do just that and not push on it.
“You’re making dinner? I’d rather eat dog shit.”
My eyes narrowed, “That can be arranged.” His face scrunched up a bit. . . I think that I was blushing at how adorable he looked like that, “You shouldn’t do that, your face will stay that way.” This time his pursed his lips and looked away and I laughed playfully, “But really though, I’m a pretty good cook. . . how about we have spaghetti? I make the best spaghetti in all of Domino! You’ll see!” I moved about the kitchen, glad to have thrown such ingredients into our cart while shopping.
“Whatever you say, mutt.” He watched me put the water on to boil, “Hey, Jounouchi. . .” His voice was softer, and I wondered if he had really even said anything at all. I peered over my shoulder at him, and he watched me, his face a total blank.
“Did you say something?”
“Yeah. . .” He sounded almost uneasy, a definite surprise to me, “What’s the matter with you?”
“Huh? What the hell are you talking about?”
“The things that you have been saying to me and about me!” Those sapphires narrowed into dangerous slits while his thin hands curled into threatening fists on the sorry excuse for a kitchen table, “Like when you called me sexy, or a minute ago when you said I had a nice ass!” A blush crept up to tint those pale cheeks, and I wondered if he knew it was there.
“What? You should know that you’re sexy. . . or do you not notice all of the babes that practically drool all over you.” He looked thoughtful for a moment.
“But-”
“Let me guess, but I’m a guy, right? And guys can’t compliment other guys? Get out of the stone age, Kaiba. People don’t really give a fuck who likes who, who fucks who. . . I mean, I could fuck your brains out right now, and hardly anyone would find it so disgusting.” Okay, so perhaps that example was a bit strong. I’ve never seen anyone’s eyes get so big, he may have rivaled Yuugi with eyes like that. His face was now covered in a full-blown blush, his hands flatting out and dropping shyly to his lap. I laughed, “What? Does it really bother you that much?” He huffed and looked away from me, “Oh yeah, and you do have a nice ass.” His head snapped back to face me, anger evident in his eyes, but that bright red on his face made him so much less intimidating.
It was quiet from then on out. I had finally poured in the noodles, allowing them to become nice and soft, letting it cool slightly before spooning it into two bowls, covering it in spaghetti sauce and topping it off with a fine layer of freshly shredded cheese. I was amused to watch Seto sniff at it before even daring to taste, but once he did, he didn’t complain at all.
“Is it good?”
“I’ve had better.”
I may have seemed insulting, but I could tell that in his own strange way, that was as close to a compliment that I was going to get.
During dinner, our conversation jumped from subject to subject, a lot of them being in some way related to school. At one point, Seto began a rant about some high-ranking employee that was pissing him off. He even went so far as to get up and imitate how the guy went about things in some strange manner; and to hear Seto imitate his voice was quite hilarious. I think I remember the high and mighty Kaiba brother laughing at one point. He was beautiful when he laughed. . .
Not that I like him like that or anything, ‘cause I don’t, so don’t even start thinking that.
I’d say it was about seven-thirty in the evening when I cleaned up the dishes. I had actually told him about how shitty I was doing in math and he agreed to help me. You can enter some highly dramatic gasp right here. That’s right, Seto Kaiba helping an innocent -pfeh, yeah, innocent, whatever- schoolboy with his homework.
“So, what exactly is it that you need help with?” We sat on my bedroom floor by my bed. Well, I sat cross-legged and Seto kinda laid on his side with his head propped up by his arm. He lay close enough so that he could see my homework. He looked really vulnerable in that position. . . I started getting hot just thinking about laying on top of him and pinning him face down. . .
“Are you even listening to me?” He glared up at me.
“Oh, sorry, what?”
“I asked you what you needed help with.”
“Math.”
“No shit Sherlock.” He rolled his eyes and I laughed, “I meant what about math don’t you understand?”
“Uh, all of it.” I bit my lip and looked down at him. He only stared back.
“So you mean to tell me that you wouldn’t even know where to begin?” He rolled over to lay on his back, clasping his hands together behind his head. . . was he just trying to torture me?
“Uh, yup.” I smiled a stupid, half-smile.
He sighed tiredly and rolled back over, this time ending up with his side right up against my right knee as he lay on his stomach now, using his elbows to prop himself up. He picked up my pencil and attempted to demonstrate how it was done. . . while I attempted to pay attention. I must say, it took every bit of effort in the world to keep me from looking at that gorgeous ass inside those tight, leather pants. I kept telling myself that if I paid attention, it would be over sooner and I could get on to dessert quicker.
“You see now? Try one on your own now.” He placed the pencil gently into my hand and watched on with curiosity as I repeated his steps. It was so easy now! I wondered why I couldn’t get it before, but then remembered that a certain hot brunette distracted me. He studied my work, “Yup, you got it right, mutt.” He glanced up at me, but I only noticed out of the corner of my eye, as I was too busy looking at something else.
“Do I get a prize?”
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah, I showed you fun at the mall, I cooked you dinner, I paid attention enough to learn some math. . . and now I want a prize.” All the while, my eyes crept up and down his body, inch by inch, soon coming to rest on his uneasy face.
“Sorry mutt, but I have no prize for you.” He rolled his eyes, trying to play it off as one of my annoying games.
I laid half-way on him so that my chin rested on his shoulder and my chest was up against his back. I felt him stiffen quickly, “Let’s play, Seto.” Again I used his first name, this time as a hint.
His eyes shot open and he rolled, knocking me off, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, mutt?!” His voice was loud, startled. . . perhaps even a bit frightened.
I was most likely sweating by then. Time to cover my ass again, “I was just messing with you!” I forced out a laugh and rubbed the back of my head, “Come on, dude, I’m straight! I only did that ‘cause of what you said earlier about me calling you sexy. I just wanted to get a reaction out of you!” Something in my gut told me that he didn’t buy that for even a fraction of a second, but he only looked wearily at me and edged slowly closer. Perhaps he would try to believe it.
“I swear, if you do anything like that again, I’ll run to that kitchen, get the biggest knife, and hack you to little bits!” My eyes widened. I really hadn’t expected Kaiba to get so violent. . . I actually almost said ‘Only if you can get away’, but I wasn’t about to risk my own life just to get a kick out of it.
Seto leaned up against my bed, his eyes dull and half-lidded. It seemed as though he were ready to change the subject and pretend that nothing happened, “Do you need help with your homework in any other classes?”
The question startled me. Why was he being so kind all of a sudden? “Are you okay?”
“Yes, just a bit tired.” His eyes slid shut and he sighed heavily, leaving his mouth slightly open for my viewing.
“It’s only eight at night.” I scooted to sit next to him. He looked so small all slouched down like that. . .
“Yeah, I know, it’s just that I don’t get much sleep and I’ve usually had a view cups of coffee by now.”
“Oh, you work late then?”
“Usually. Don’t sleep much at home either.” His words were plain, hinting at nothing, but I felt as though there was more to it than that.
“Why not?” I looked down at that tired face, and his eyes opened slowly, but he said nothing. “Insomnia?” I laughed a bit and he turned his head, the almost-sad glaze over those eyes shutting me up quickly.
“Yeah, something like that.” The sadness was soon replaced with boredom, “So then, what is there to do now?” He had turned to look straight ahead again, sitting up. Apparently our torsos are the same length, because we were at eye level. His legs were stretched out in front of him, thin and beautiful, just like their owner. . .
“Whatever you want to do.” Again, I glanced at his face. His eyes had slid closed again, his chest rising and falling softly, steadily. I turned back; however, when a light weight touched my left arm, my gaze was back on him. His head now lay against my arm. Before I knew it, my right hand was running through that silky brown hair, my fingers entwining themselves with every little strand they could manage to catch.
My hand dropped down to caress his face. It was soft and smooth, not marred by even the slightest of imperfections. By this point, I was scaring myself. Here I was, brushing my fingertips along Seto Kaiba’s lips as though I were some perverted old man molesting a young boy in his sleep. That wasn’t what frightened me the most thought. It was the fact that it was a guy I was touching. . . and I liked it. I could have sat there ‘til dawn with him laying against me and have been perfectly content; however, sleep would eventually call for me, and such a position would not be sustained during slumber.
A grunt escaped from those pouty lips as I attempted to pick him up. My plan was to get him in my bed - in a totally non-sexual way! - so that he could sleep comfortably. I thought that he’d be heavy, considering his height, but he was freakishly light-weight. He really needed to take better care of himself.
Gently, I laid him down, taking off his shoes and covering him from the shoulders down with my less-than-perfect blanket.
I sat his shoes down next to his bags. With a side-glance back at my sleeping beauty, I sat down in front of them. I realized that there was a third bag that I hadn’t noticed earlier, but it was only a laptop case, likely so that he could do office work while stuck here with me. I had inspected the duffle bag earlier, however the larger case’s contents were unknown to me. I pulled it into my lap, unzipping it slowly. There was nothing special about it. The materials within consisted of notebooks, textbooks, a binder, a planner. . . school things and things to be used for the project. I zipped it up again, returning the bag to it’s original position on the floor.
“Going through my things again?” I spun around to find him sitting up, propped by his arms. “If you think you’re going to find anything interesting, you’re sadly mistaken. You’ve already found what I would have tried to hide from you.” His expression was bored, but his voice was irritated.
I felt really bad right about then, “Sorry, I get too curious for my own good I guess.” I frowned, rubbing at the back of my head. “Did I wake you up?”
“No, it was because of the light.”
Duh! I can be such an idiot sometimes. I had moved him right next to my lamp. I should have been smart enough to notice this in the beginning and turn the lamp off so that my prince could sleep. . . Okay, I just got freaked out on a totally new level.
“Do you think a lot?”
“Yeah. . . why?”
“You just seem kind of lost in your own head a lot of the time. . . of course, I guess that’s pretty easy to do with a head as empty as yours.” He smirked at this. . .and I laughed.
“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”
He glanced at my clock, “Still early.” His gaze returned to his bags and me, “Perhaps I ought to go ahead and take my medicine so that I don’t forget it. . . that certainly wouldn’t be very pretty.” Seto smiled half-heartedly, yet it was still beautiful. . . I really did sound like a lovesick puppy. . .
“Yeah. . . I’ll probably go ahead and get my pajamas on.”
“You mean your school uniform?” He tilted his head in mock innocense.
“Yeah, yeah, keep joking rich-boy.” Though he taunted, I smiled, happy at the light atmosphere rather than one of frequent fights or silence.
“I suppose I’ll change too, then.” He stood, making his way towards his bags. I could only sit there, for some lump had caught in my throat, my limbs locking up. . . and I hoped to every deity that ever existed that the blue-eyed prince would choose to change right here. . . however, with my frequent perversion today, that was highly unlikely.
So as to avoid causing any further suspicion, I leapt to my feet, approaching my chest of drawers to retrieve my pajamas. They were a dark green and made of flannel. I tossed them onto my bed and took off my shirt in a few quick movements and then looked in Seto’s direction to see if
I had caught his attention. . . not that I wanted to or anything. To my dismay, he was nowhere to be found. The small sound of a running faucet told me that he was in the bathroom taking his medicine. . . his open suitcase told me that he was likely changing in there as well.
I finished changing and knocked on the bathroom door.
“What?” Came Seto’s annoyed, and slightly muffled, reply.
“Why are you changing in the bathroom? You got tits or something?” One side of my lips curved up in a taunting smile as the door swung open. Seto leaned out, his toothbrush hanging from his lips, toothpaste kissing the edges of that all-too-inviting mouth.
“Would it have pleased you if I had changed in front of you?” I smiled, assuming that he didn’t realize how strange his wording sounded, “Never mind, don’t answer that.” He turned around, retreating back inside.
The bathroom was clean, thanks to my last minute bout of neatness the other day. Seto leaned on the counter, spitting his toothpaste into the sink and using one of the paper cups to rinse his mouth clean. Two pill bottles sat neatly along-side the faucet. I guess he didn’t mind them being out, now that I knew. I still wanted to know about that Post Traumatic whatever the hell it was called, “Hey Seto?”
“Kaiba.”
“Hey Kaiba?” I questioned again, annoyed at how stubborn he was.
“What.” A statement, not a question.
“What was that disorder you have again?”
He glared sharply at me, and I can imagine that I must’ve taken a step or two back, “Leave it alone, mutt.” He bit off each of his words with gritted teeth.
“I just couldn’t remember the name. . .” I wasn’t about to let this go. Nope, he had to spill it all eventually. “Post Traumatic. . .” I waited for him to finish.
He strode past me, obviously in a pissy mood now, “I say we go to bed early.”
As we entered my room, I grabbed him tightly on his right shoulder and roughly spun him around, getting as close to his face as I could, “Yeah, of course you say that! You’re just too much of a coward to talk about your disorders! Not my fault you’re fucked in the head!” I flinched, as though I was just waiting for him to slap me. . . but he didn’t. His expression was, sad. . . like, really sad. . . but he didn’t cry, I doubt he’d let me see him cry. Without a single word, he laid on my bed, covering himself up, and rolling over to face the wall.
I sat down next to him, “Se- Kaiba. . . I didn’t mean that.” Still nothing, “I really don’t think that you’re fucked up in the head. . . you know, I don’t think before I say things.” I glanced over my shoulder. I could see his face that way. Those blue eyes looked numb, staring straight forward. His mouth was a flat line, and he showed no sign of acknowledgment, “Say something.” His eyes slid shut, “Fine, be an ass.” I got up, going out to the hallway closet to retrieve blankets for my makeshift bed, “Wait.” Dragging the blankets and pillows behind me, I marched back to my bedroom, throwing the bundle on the floor, “Kaiba, get up, you’re sleeping on the floor.”
“Excuse me?” He sat up at the speed of light.
“You heard me. Floor. Now.” I pointed at the blankets. . . heh, who was the dog now?
He studied me, as though looking for the signs of a joke, “Fine.” He slid from my bed. That easy? I must say, I was amazed.
“No, wait.”
“What now?”
I don’t know what I was thinking at that moment, but the feeling of Seto against me as I pushed him back on my bed was. . . beyond heavenly, “We can share my bed.” He was easy to lay down and hold there, being that he neglected to nurture his gorgeous body.
“Let me go, dammit!”
“Chill out! I’m not going to be weird, I promise.” Again, my head must have been in the clouds. I leaned over him, turned out my lamp, then placed a soft kiss on his forehead. I could feel him freeze up. I then put a small bit of space between the two of us and shut my eyes, ready for sleep.
There was no movement, nor any attempts of escape by my sexy little kitten, and the sound of his soft, even breathing brought sleep to me within a matter of minutes. . .
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I was jerked awake as flailing hands whipped at my body, whimpers ringing in my ears. I held out my hands, grasping my offenders. . . and yet that only made the whimpering louder, more frantic. Then my mind shot into frightening realization, “Seto?!” I held his wrists tightly with my right hand, leaning across and turning on the lamp with my left hand. His whimpering hushed a bit, but his eyes were clenched shut, silent tears cascading down his cheeks in a frightening stream. He panted a bit, his hands clenching and unclenching in my grasp. He arched his back suddenly, rubbing our sensitive areas together for a fraction of a second, and I couldn’t tell who moaned louder, him or me.
With the sudden intimate touch, Seto’s thin body writhed wildly beneath me, “Stop! No! No! Stop!” There was mumbling along with blood-curdling cries. I think it was around this point when I began to shake him furiously in an attempt to wake him from that hellish slumber.
“Wake up! God dammit, Seto, wake up! You’re scaring the hell out of me!” Still he shook violently, his breath hitching in the midst of hard sobbing, “Please, Seto. . . god, please, wake up, don’t cry anymore! Seto, wake up!” My hands shook his shoulders repetitively, and it took warm droplets on my knuckles for me to realize that I, too, had begun to cry. . .
“Jounouchi?” Those blue eyes opened to slits at first and then to wide sapphires, “Jounouchi. . .”
“You scared the hell out of me!” I sounded angry, I knew, “Please, don’t do that anymore. . .” I fell onto him, wrapping my arms around his waste, being sure to place myself high enough that my face was level with his.
“Do what?” He wiped at his eyes. . . and his tone told me very well that he knew what happened. . . and that it was probably a frequent occurrence. He didn’t really seem to be bothered by my actions.
“You know damn well. . . Your disorder. . .”
“Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. . . yes.” That was all it took. I knew, he knew. . . and I think that the both of us were comforted by the others embrace at that moment, “Why are you crying?”
“Because you worried me. . .” I pressed my face lightly against his left cheek.
“You’re strange. . . you hate me, yet you worry about me.”
“I don’t hate you!” I used my arms to lift myself.
“Yes you do, you despise me.” Again, he looked sad, distant.
“I don’t hate you, dammit! I l-” I locked eyes with him, and those blue eyes never seemed so intimidating as they did at just that moment.
“You what?” Though he questioned. . . I think he knew.
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