Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes ❯ Day Two: Taking Notes ( Chapter 5 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: kiokukaiba 
Jou and Seto try to take the project seriously, and Seto is strangely fun to be around
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 5 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 685 | Status: Work In Progress
Jou and Seto try to take the project seriously, and Seto is strangely fun to be around
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 5 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 685 | Status: Work In Progress
Behind Blue Eyes
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I never answered his question. My only reaction was to roll off of him and onto my side, facing away from him; and then all was silent.
The rest of the night, or early morning rather, went by without any more strange occurrences.
The rising sun made itself known when those treacherous rays snuck in through the shitty blinds of my bedroom window. . . did I ever mention my window? The left side of my bed was right up against it, and being that I was laying on the left side of the bed, that fiery orb burned straight into my eyes.
I fidgeted slightly, becoming aware of the thin, warm body that lay in my bed next to me. I turned my head slowly to the right, my amber eyes catching an image that would put even the most beautiful angels to shame.
Seto was fast asleep, his eyes shut in a serene manner and his lips full and slightly parted. That silky brown hair was tousled in every direction, some stray strands were down in his china-doll face. The sheets were pulled down to his waist, and the two lowest buttons on his satin pajama shirt had come undone, exposing that perfect stomach of his. His left arm lay draped across him carelessly, and his right arm was slung up against the pillow just above his head. The sleeve had slid ever-so-slightly from his wrist, revealing pale skin that. . .
My eyes must have been deceiving me, for I could have sworn that such a beautiful surface were marred by some lines nearly the same color as his skin, and yet darker. I blinked my eyes repetitively in an attempt to wash away the illusion. . . but the marks remained.
I reached up, running my fingers along his wrist, pulling the sleeve down more. I sat up and softly brought his arm toward me to get a better look. It almost seemed that they were-
“Jounouchi?”
-scars.
“Wh at are you doing?” His voice was groggy as he opened his eyes and attempted to use his right hand to wipe the sleep from them; but he found that I held tightly onto it, preventing him from completing such actions. His eyes shot open, the sleep now forgotten, “Let go of me!”
I released his arm, but sat on him, straddling his hips, “Where are those from?”
He looked almost stunned, “Where are what from?”
“Those scars, the scars on your arm!”
“Which arm?” His tone was hushed now, his eyes downcast.
“What do you mean?” I reached down, roughly seizing his left arm and forcing the sleeve away from his wrist. Like the right arm, there were scars lacing that angelic skin, “More?! What the hell is wrong with you?!”
Seto’s beautiful blue eyes became half-lidded, “Why, nothing is wrong, Katsuya. . .”
“My name. . .”
“Yes, your name. . . and now forget about those insignificant things and kiss me. . .” Staring into those precious sapphires, I could see a hot glaze begin to form.
“What?! Kaiba?!”
“No, no, I am Seto. . . do you want me, Katsuya? You can have me, Katsuya.” He wrapped both arms around my neck.
“Y-You’re trying t-to make me forget a-about your-” Oh gods he was fucking hot. . .
“Hush. . .” He pulled me to his face and I quickly closed the gap, crushing our lips together. His were soft and absolutely delicious. I lay down on top of him, pressing us closer and closer together.
I completely lost myself, my white-hot lust taking over me and clouding my mind. My hands wandered wildly over his body, up his shirt, and in his hair, forcing my tongue into his mouth to taste his essence.
Seto froze, his body going limp, and so I pulled away to look at him, though quite reluctant to do so. His eyes were clenched tightly shut, opening only when he realized I had stopped my ministrations. They looked red and watery as though me might cry.
Again I sat up, this time seating myself on the edge of the bed, “You can cry, you know.” As though it took my permission, the tears began to slowly cascade down his cheeks. “Why did you say those things when you didn’t want them?”
He turned his face away from me, “You’ll never understand. . .” His words were choked out, almost hidden my his heavy, uncharacteristic sobs, “No one will ever understand. . .” His hands went up to cover his face.
“Then tell me what the hell is going on with you so that I can try to understand!”
“I can’t.”
“Why the fuck not?!” I grasped his chin and jerked his face in my direction, “Look at me when I’m talking to you, you little bastard!”
I immediately regretted saying that. Not only did it make Seto shudder, but I had reminded myself of my drunken father. I cried for the second time in front of my distressed enemy, if I even had the right to call him that anymore.
“I didn’t mean to say that.”
“Then why did you?” He glanced up at me, wiping his eyes. . . those sapphires seeming to know something that I did not.
“I said it because. . .” I couldn’t come up with a logical reason. I knew, and yet I didn’t know. Staring into his eyes, I understood. Just as I didn’t understand my own actions, he didn’t understand his earlier actions. “I guess that hearing it so much got it plastered in my head.” Again, I came to wonder about this. . . was that his reason as well?
“Is he very cruel to you?
“Who?”
“Your father.”
I sighed, “I’m really not around him all that much.”
“But when you are around him. . .”
“He’s usually drunk or something so I don’t really go near him.” Seto pursed his lips, sitting up and next to me.
“You know I’m not going to take that for an answer, right mutt?”
“Yeah. . . well, when my dad is sober, he’s a pretty good guy, but when he’s drunk, he can be a little. . .” I cast a sideward glance at him, and he only watched me in return, a light curiosity hidden within those beautiful-
“Continue.”
“Oh, uh, yeah. . . he has a tendency to get a little violent.” My voice declined drastically in volume as I reached the final word. My hands rubbed at each other nervously in my lap, my head bowed and ears strained, waiting for a reaction, either of mock pity or annoyance.
“I see. . .” My head popped up, and he looked straight ahead, apparently lost in that mind of his. That was it? He really wasn’t one to talk much about these kinds of things, though he had been acting rather strange ever since he had come over. He was a tight-wad at first, but he had certainly gotten more comfortable around me. . . or so it did seem. “You don’t have to stay here.” I jumped slightly at the sudden sound of his voice, but quickly recuperated.
“Where the hell am I supposed to go?” He didn’t even flinch as I put my face close to his.
“Oh, that’s right, you have no money.” He smiled. . . that son of a fucking bitch smiled about my poverty as though it were so fucking funny!
A threw a punch towards his stomach (even if he is a bastard, I wouldn’t want to mess up that pretty face), but he evaded me easily my rolling to the side and onto the floor, quickly standing to his full height.
“You tried to hit me. . . why?” He glared down at me as though I owed him some sort of explanation.
“Because you’re making fun of me! You were a lot different yesterday; what the hell happened?!”
“Was I different? I guess that today I’m making up for yesterdays awkward change.” He shrugged, passing it off as nothing.
“Well you need to change back to that so-called awkward change; you were a hell of a lot more pleasant.” I picked up my notebook, which lay neglected on my nightstand from yesterday morning.
“What are you doing?” He tilted his head slightly at my sudden actions.
“Writing some notes on what you said and did yesterday. . . oh, and those scars I found this morning.” He frowned and sat back on my bed, no longer having eye contact with me. “What? Did you think your attempt to seduce me had made me forget?” It did make me forget at that moment in time, but he didn’t need to know that.
“I wasn’t trying to seduce you.”
“Then you want to tell me what you’d call that?”
“Not really. . .” He glanced down at my notebook, but I turned it from his view, my eyes meeting his. His sapphire eyes were dark, “What made you yell at me earlier?”
“Something that I was used to, I guess.”
“Well, perhaps that is my reason as well.” He tapped his fingers on his long, gorgeous legs during the silence that followed, “Perhaps I should be taking notes on you as well.”
He slid to the floor, crawling over to his belongings on his hands and knees. His rear was moving side to side beautifully in his satin pants.
“Stop looking at my ass.” He sat beside his bags and glared at me.
“Well, don’t crawl around like that. Crawling on all fours and swinging your hips is like jumping up and yelling for people to check out your ass.” I said this as though it were a fact written in every book, a law.
“We’re both guys.”
“So?”
More silence. He stared at me for a long while before eventually unzipping his computer case, pulling out his laptop. His eyes scanned the walls for a moment, finding an outlet and plugging in his precious machine in. A whirring sound filled my ears as it came to life, the light glowing a bluish tint across Seto’s face. He seemed inhuman then, as though he were a part of that machine, one with it.
“You’re going to take your notes on your computer?” I asked, marveling at his beauty.
“Yes. I’m going to use my computer to type up the paper, so I might as well take my notes on here too.” His graceful fingers flew across the keys, eyes gliding from side to side, following each little, black character as it appeared on the document. I didn’t really think that he had so much to say about me, but when I scooted towards him to have a look, he pulled it against his chest. “No, no. I couldn’t see your notebook, so you can’t see my computer. Shoo mutt.”
“Fine!” I crawled back across the room, leaning against my bed, opening up my notebook to a new page and clutching my pen tightly. I began to brainstorm, trying to put together the multiple pieces of the Seto Kaiba puzzle.
So let’s see. The word rape bothers him. His step father was apparently an asshole, and died a few years back. . . I’d have to find out how. His mother and father died when he was a kid, and he and Mokuba were shipped off to an orphanage. There was this friend named Saki who apparently did something horrible to him. . . at the mall the other day, I was thinking that perhaps Seto was raped by him. . . but there seemed to be more to it than that. I mean, how did Seto go from being a fun-loving kid to a tight-assed prick? Had to be something after his parents died. I recalled quickly how Mokuba spoke of Seto before Gozaburo got ahold of them. I also recalled Seto saying he didn’t need friends. . . could Saki be the reason for his lack of friends, or Gozaburo. . . or maybe even some factor that I haven’t even gotten to yet.
“Why don’t you have friends?” Seto’s fingers stopped immediately, his head slowly rising to glance at me.
“Because they die.” He returned to his work as though his answer should have been expected.
Because they die? Okay, that was certainly worth writing. Alright then. . . so Seto apparently had something against death, well duh. . . I mean, no one wants family or friends to die, but apparently he has experienced the death of a friend. . . Saki maybe?
“He didn’t know the difference between lust and love.”
Gah, that damn line would forever haunt me, it seemed. Lust and love. . . perhaps he really did rape Seto. . . or maybe it came close and so Seto ditched him. . .
“Seto?” Again he glanced up at me, slightly annoyed this time.
“What, Jounouchi?”
“Where is Saki now?”
His lips pursed and his eyes traveled back to his screen, “I wouldn’t give a flying fuck whether he were ground up and scattered in my backyard or living it large in fame. . . what’s passed is passed, and he was certainly a part of the past.”
“Did you love him?”
“Jounouchi, that’s really –”
“None of my business? So that’s a yes then.” I smirked, cocking my left eyebrow and readying my pen.
“I never said yes.”
“But you tried to keep from answering, a sure sign of guilt.” He glared at me, his fists clenching on top of his keyboard.
“Did you and Saki have a relationship?”
“Why do you want to know? So you can make a laughing joke of me? So my name will be in tabloids all over the world?!” His face began to turn a lovely shade of red as his anger was rising, his patience wearing thin, and I wondered which he would do first; burst into tears, or burst into flames.
“Kaiba, no one really cares what sexuality anyone is anymore. It’s alright if you had a relationship with Saki. There’s a guy that has won my heart as well.” What in the fuck was I saying? A guy that had won my heart? Um, no, I’m straight! I’m straight, I’m straight, I’m. . . in love with Seto Kaiba.
“Get a girl.”
“I. . . don’t want to.”
“I think that this is a good place to end this conversation and pretend that it never happened.” His cheeks were still tinted red, and it led me to believe that he knew exactly what I was thinking. . . then again, maybe he didn’t.
“You never answered my question.”
He sighed, “Yes, Jounouchi, we were in a very short-lived relationship. It’s over now, and never got very far. . . and it ended horribly.”
“Yet you enjoyed every minute of it, right?” I smiled at him, a genuine smile that I give to very few. Someone in Heaven loved me that day, for they graced me with the most beautiful event in history. A small smile crept to Seto’s lips, eventually evolving into a small chuckle, a sweet, playful chuckle.
“Yeah, I did.” He covered up his face.
He was so much different! Maybe this was the Seto that got left behind at the orphanage. . . maybe this is the Seto that Mokuba knows and sees, the one that Mokuba defends when my friends and I diss his bad attitude. He seemed like a totally different person but. . .
“I’m acting so weird, I can’t seem to figure out why.”
“You’re usually an asshole.”
“Yeah, I know. . . but that’s how it should be.”
“How it should be?”
“Yeah, no one wants to go near an asshole.”
“You don’t want people near you?”
“People are dangerous.” He frowned, “They only cause trouble for me.”
I stared at him for a moment, one blonde brow cocked up in my bangs, tapping my pen against my knee before jotting down a few more notes, carefully clutching the book as close as possible so as too keep wandering eyes from seeing.
“Jounouchi. . .”
“What?” I looked up for a moment, slightly thrown off by his hesitant tone.
“You’re not really going to write about all of that, are you?” He made complete eye contact with me, his expression very serious and, perhaps it was only a trick of the light, he looked tense.
“Of course I am, why else would I ask you? Writing about the other persons life is the whole goal of this project.” My brows knit together.
“What if she makes us read them aloud?” The thought made me tremble slightly, “Jounouchi, I’d rather keep my personal life just that; personal.”
“I know what you mean Seto, but-”
“Kaiba.”
“Alright buddy, let’s get something straight here; we’re going to be living together for two weeks, and I think we should be on a first name basis. Using surnames is too formal for me.” I laid my notebook on the floor to my right, being sure to keep it face down and out of the view of those precious gems.
“Jounouchi, using first names implies closeness and friendship, which you and I have neither of the two.” He glared intensely at me then, and I believe that I probably shuddered a little. His moods were unpredictable as of late.
“Aww. . . come on Seto.” Okay, now I was just trying to piss him off.
“Kaiba.”
“Seto.”
&# 8220;Kaiba!” He leaned forward now, fists clenched.
I laughed wildly, “Seto!”
“Dammit Jounouchi!”
I smirked, “Katsuya.”
“Fine,” He sat back again and sighed, closing those gorgeous eyes, “Katsuya.”
“Good.” I reached for my notebook, retrieving it and placing it back upon my lap, bending my knees so as to bring the paper closer to my face, “Now then, what were we discussing?”
“How much this project sucks.” He put his right palm against his forehead, pushing the silky brown locks up for a moment, using his thumb and fingers to rub gently at his temples before resting the hand back on his laptop.
“Oh yeah!”
“Have you seen how thick that packet is?” He reached into one of his bags, pulling out the stack of paper from Hell, “I’ve yet to even read the damn thing.”
“Yeah, Bakura said something about that during lunch on Friday.” I scrunched my mouth to one side for a bit, then returned it to it’s former state.
“Bakura?” Seto tilted his head in obvious confusion.
“The evil twin of Ryou.”
“Ryou?”
“The shy boy with white hair. . . he was at Duelist Kingdom, Battle City-”
“Oh, right, Ryou. . . he was fucking weird. . .”
I looked to the side for a bit as though that wild spirit might come through the walls, “Yeah. . .” There was an awkward silence. “Anyways! Let’s see what this thing says!” I snatched the papers from his fingers, after much stretching, and held it up, flipping through it momentarily, “Yeah, one of the requirements is family life and childhood. Sorry buddy, but it looks like you’re screwed.”
“So it does. . .” He looked rather down, “What else is required?” He did indeed ask, yet he really didn’t seem so interested anymore.
“Um. . . it says ‘Students must be sure to include important topics such as follows: Family life, childhood, life-changing events, and any other facts that are of importance in their life. Also include a passage in which the student discusses their current self and what influenced them to become who and what they are today. Plans for the future are also to be discussed.’ Well, looks like we have a lot of work to do.” I forced out a half-hearted laugh, but by this time, Seto was laying on the floor, in the same position as last night, however this time his face was covered by his hand.
“Anything else?” He sounded like a man receiving punishment for murder.
“Well,” I flipped the page, “There’s going to be a cookout up at the park next Saturday, says that attendance is mandatory.”
“What the hell?” He uncovered his face and raised his right brow at me.
I should my head, “No clue.” My eyes glided down the page, “Heh, if you thought that was bad, you ought to hear this.”
“Oh no, do I really want to hear this?”
“Nope, but I’m going to tell you anyways!”
“Should have seen that coming, damn mutt.”
“There’s going to be a ropes course for everyone to go up on.”
“. . .”
“Says it’s to ‘test our cooperation as partners.’ ” I glanced up at him, eagerly hoping for another adorable expression.
“That woman is insane.” He rolled over onto his back, bending his legs at the knees and clasping his hands together over his stomach, leaning his head back to make eye contact with me. His hair fell graciously out of his eyes, exposing the pale, tender flesh of his forehead.
I tried hard not to let his beauty distract me, “Finally we agree on something.” I had succeeded. . . for now.
“Does that ungodly thing happen to list any other random shit?”
“Um. . .” I flipped through the pages, noticing that a lot of it was about format and whatnot, “Not that I can tell.”
“Good.” His eyes slid shut. Gods he was beautiful, “Only day two and already I’m miserable.”
I felt a slight pain in my chest just then, and I stupidly wondered why, “Gee, thanks.” His eyes remained closed, unmoved by my words, “You know, you’re a lot different here than you are when Yuugi and the others are around. . . I mean, I know I keep bring that up and all, but you really do. It amazes me, I guess.” Yeah, that was it, just change the subject. . .
“Is that an issue? I can always go back to being an asshole again.” He huffed a bit, “I’m only trying to make this experience as pleasant as possible.”
“I guess that makes sense. . . and no, it’s not an issue; I like it this way.” He cast a glance to the left, at his computer I presume, and then rolled up to a sitting position, clicking on the built-in mouse a few times and then allowing for his slender fingers to dance along the keyboard, the soft clicking of the keys getting lost within my room, “Are you still writing about me?”
“No,” He never once paused in his work or looked up from the glowing screen, “I’m answering e-mails and things of that sort for Kaiba Corporation.” He paused this time, looking thoughtful, “I’m trying not to get behind in my work.”
“That’s cool. . .” I sighed slowly, clasping my hands in my lap, running my eyes up and down his body in the least noticeable manner in which I could, “Are you hiring?”
His answer came as quickly as though the question had been expected, “Not someone like you.” Ouch.
“Asshole.”
“Thank you.” He smirked, and I suddenly found myself longing to see those bright sapphires lightened with the sparkle that came with his pearly-white smile. It was like a drug, and Seto was the dealer. . . yeah, I’m not much for romantic words.
“Smile again.” I must have been looking at him oddly, for when he glanced up at me, he looked as thought I had just said ‘sleep with me’. . . though I must admit, I did try to recall my words to be sure that the latter were not so.
“Why?”
“Because you have a beautiful smile.” Dammit Katsuya! I have a wild tendency to speak my mind without so much as a single thought.
“Stop saying things like that.”
“Why? Would you rather me lie to you and say that your smile is ugly?” Yeah, change the subject. . . play it off. . .
“But I’m a guy! Would you say something like that to Yuugi?”
I might have visibly gagged right then. . . me saying something like that to Yuugi. . . “Nah, I’d feel like a pedophile if I said that to Yuugi. . .” Definitely the truth right there, “And about us both being guys, I don’t think that has ever stopped you before, judging by your past relations with that Saki guy.” Bad move.
He frowned at me, his hands were clutched tightly together in his lap, “We had a short-lived relationship, but you know nothing about it, so don’t even bother to bring it up.” He was angry, his short fuse quickly dwindling away.
“I know that he was your best friend, boyfriend. . . lover perhaps?” His eyes were downcast now, fingers toying with each other on top of his perfect thighs. I could have stopped right there, shouldhave stopped right there, but. . . “I know that he raped you.”
I didn’t stop, and the fuse came to an end.
- - -
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I never answered his question. My only reaction was to roll off of him and onto my side, facing away from him; and then all was silent.
The rest of the night, or early morning rather, went by without any more strange occurrences.
The rising sun made itself known when those treacherous rays snuck in through the shitty blinds of my bedroom window. . . did I ever mention my window? The left side of my bed was right up against it, and being that I was laying on the left side of the bed, that fiery orb burned straight into my eyes.
I fidgeted slightly, becoming aware of the thin, warm body that lay in my bed next to me. I turned my head slowly to the right, my amber eyes catching an image that would put even the most beautiful angels to shame.
Seto was fast asleep, his eyes shut in a serene manner and his lips full and slightly parted. That silky brown hair was tousled in every direction, some stray strands were down in his china-doll face. The sheets were pulled down to his waist, and the two lowest buttons on his satin pajama shirt had come undone, exposing that perfect stomach of his. His left arm lay draped across him carelessly, and his right arm was slung up against the pillow just above his head. The sleeve had slid ever-so-slightly from his wrist, revealing pale skin that. . .
My eyes must have been deceiving me, for I could have sworn that such a beautiful surface were marred by some lines nearly the same color as his skin, and yet darker. I blinked my eyes repetitively in an attempt to wash away the illusion. . . but the marks remained.
I reached up, running my fingers along his wrist, pulling the sleeve down more. I sat up and softly brought his arm toward me to get a better look. It almost seemed that they were-
“Jounouchi?”
-scars.
“Wh at are you doing?” His voice was groggy as he opened his eyes and attempted to use his right hand to wipe the sleep from them; but he found that I held tightly onto it, preventing him from completing such actions. His eyes shot open, the sleep now forgotten, “Let go of me!”
I released his arm, but sat on him, straddling his hips, “Where are those from?”
He looked almost stunned, “Where are what from?”
“Those scars, the scars on your arm!”
“Which arm?” His tone was hushed now, his eyes downcast.
“What do you mean?” I reached down, roughly seizing his left arm and forcing the sleeve away from his wrist. Like the right arm, there were scars lacing that angelic skin, “More?! What the hell is wrong with you?!”
Seto’s beautiful blue eyes became half-lidded, “Why, nothing is wrong, Katsuya. . .”
“My name. . .”
“Yes, your name. . . and now forget about those insignificant things and kiss me. . .” Staring into those precious sapphires, I could see a hot glaze begin to form.
“What?! Kaiba?!”
“No, no, I am Seto. . . do you want me, Katsuya? You can have me, Katsuya.” He wrapped both arms around my neck.
“Y-You’re trying t-to make me forget a-about your-” Oh gods he was fucking hot. . .
“Hush. . .” He pulled me to his face and I quickly closed the gap, crushing our lips together. His were soft and absolutely delicious. I lay down on top of him, pressing us closer and closer together.
I completely lost myself, my white-hot lust taking over me and clouding my mind. My hands wandered wildly over his body, up his shirt, and in his hair, forcing my tongue into his mouth to taste his essence.
Seto froze, his body going limp, and so I pulled away to look at him, though quite reluctant to do so. His eyes were clenched tightly shut, opening only when he realized I had stopped my ministrations. They looked red and watery as though me might cry.
Again I sat up, this time seating myself on the edge of the bed, “You can cry, you know.” As though it took my permission, the tears began to slowly cascade down his cheeks. “Why did you say those things when you didn’t want them?”
He turned his face away from me, “You’ll never understand. . .” His words were choked out, almost hidden my his heavy, uncharacteristic sobs, “No one will ever understand. . .” His hands went up to cover his face.
“Then tell me what the hell is going on with you so that I can try to understand!”
“I can’t.”
“Why the fuck not?!” I grasped his chin and jerked his face in my direction, “Look at me when I’m talking to you, you little bastard!”
I immediately regretted saying that. Not only did it make Seto shudder, but I had reminded myself of my drunken father. I cried for the second time in front of my distressed enemy, if I even had the right to call him that anymore.
“I didn’t mean to say that.”
“Then why did you?” He glanced up at me, wiping his eyes. . . those sapphires seeming to know something that I did not.
“I said it because. . .” I couldn’t come up with a logical reason. I knew, and yet I didn’t know. Staring into his eyes, I understood. Just as I didn’t understand my own actions, he didn’t understand his earlier actions. “I guess that hearing it so much got it plastered in my head.” Again, I came to wonder about this. . . was that his reason as well?
“Is he very cruel to you?
“Who?”
“Your father.”
I sighed, “I’m really not around him all that much.”
“But when you are around him. . .”
“He’s usually drunk or something so I don’t really go near him.” Seto pursed his lips, sitting up and next to me.
“You know I’m not going to take that for an answer, right mutt?”
“Yeah. . . well, when my dad is sober, he’s a pretty good guy, but when he’s drunk, he can be a little. . .” I cast a sideward glance at him, and he only watched me in return, a light curiosity hidden within those beautiful-
“Continue.”
“Oh, uh, yeah. . . he has a tendency to get a little violent.” My voice declined drastically in volume as I reached the final word. My hands rubbed at each other nervously in my lap, my head bowed and ears strained, waiting for a reaction, either of mock pity or annoyance.
“I see. . .” My head popped up, and he looked straight ahead, apparently lost in that mind of his. That was it? He really wasn’t one to talk much about these kinds of things, though he had been acting rather strange ever since he had come over. He was a tight-wad at first, but he had certainly gotten more comfortable around me. . . or so it did seem. “You don’t have to stay here.” I jumped slightly at the sudden sound of his voice, but quickly recuperated.
“Where the hell am I supposed to go?” He didn’t even flinch as I put my face close to his.
“Oh, that’s right, you have no money.” He smiled. . . that son of a fucking bitch smiled about my poverty as though it were so fucking funny!
A threw a punch towards his stomach (even if he is a bastard, I wouldn’t want to mess up that pretty face), but he evaded me easily my rolling to the side and onto the floor, quickly standing to his full height.
“You tried to hit me. . . why?” He glared down at me as though I owed him some sort of explanation.
“Because you’re making fun of me! You were a lot different yesterday; what the hell happened?!”
“Was I different? I guess that today I’m making up for yesterdays awkward change.” He shrugged, passing it off as nothing.
“Well you need to change back to that so-called awkward change; you were a hell of a lot more pleasant.” I picked up my notebook, which lay neglected on my nightstand from yesterday morning.
“What are you doing?” He tilted his head slightly at my sudden actions.
“Writing some notes on what you said and did yesterday. . . oh, and those scars I found this morning.” He frowned and sat back on my bed, no longer having eye contact with me. “What? Did you think your attempt to seduce me had made me forget?” It did make me forget at that moment in time, but he didn’t need to know that.
“I wasn’t trying to seduce you.”
“Then you want to tell me what you’d call that?”
“Not really. . .” He glanced down at my notebook, but I turned it from his view, my eyes meeting his. His sapphire eyes were dark, “What made you yell at me earlier?”
“Something that I was used to, I guess.”
“Well, perhaps that is my reason as well.” He tapped his fingers on his long, gorgeous legs during the silence that followed, “Perhaps I should be taking notes on you as well.”
He slid to the floor, crawling over to his belongings on his hands and knees. His rear was moving side to side beautifully in his satin pants.
“Stop looking at my ass.” He sat beside his bags and glared at me.
“Well, don’t crawl around like that. Crawling on all fours and swinging your hips is like jumping up and yelling for people to check out your ass.” I said this as though it were a fact written in every book, a law.
“We’re both guys.”
“So?”
More silence. He stared at me for a long while before eventually unzipping his computer case, pulling out his laptop. His eyes scanned the walls for a moment, finding an outlet and plugging in his precious machine in. A whirring sound filled my ears as it came to life, the light glowing a bluish tint across Seto’s face. He seemed inhuman then, as though he were a part of that machine, one with it.
“You’re going to take your notes on your computer?” I asked, marveling at his beauty.
“Yes. I’m going to use my computer to type up the paper, so I might as well take my notes on here too.” His graceful fingers flew across the keys, eyes gliding from side to side, following each little, black character as it appeared on the document. I didn’t really think that he had so much to say about me, but when I scooted towards him to have a look, he pulled it against his chest. “No, no. I couldn’t see your notebook, so you can’t see my computer. Shoo mutt.”
“Fine!” I crawled back across the room, leaning against my bed, opening up my notebook to a new page and clutching my pen tightly. I began to brainstorm, trying to put together the multiple pieces of the Seto Kaiba puzzle.
So let’s see. The word rape bothers him. His step father was apparently an asshole, and died a few years back. . . I’d have to find out how. His mother and father died when he was a kid, and he and Mokuba were shipped off to an orphanage. There was this friend named Saki who apparently did something horrible to him. . . at the mall the other day, I was thinking that perhaps Seto was raped by him. . . but there seemed to be more to it than that. I mean, how did Seto go from being a fun-loving kid to a tight-assed prick? Had to be something after his parents died. I recalled quickly how Mokuba spoke of Seto before Gozaburo got ahold of them. I also recalled Seto saying he didn’t need friends. . . could Saki be the reason for his lack of friends, or Gozaburo. . . or maybe even some factor that I haven’t even gotten to yet.
“Why don’t you have friends?” Seto’s fingers stopped immediately, his head slowly rising to glance at me.
“Because they die.” He returned to his work as though his answer should have been expected.
Because they die? Okay, that was certainly worth writing. Alright then. . . so Seto apparently had something against death, well duh. . . I mean, no one wants family or friends to die, but apparently he has experienced the death of a friend. . . Saki maybe?
“He didn’t know the difference between lust and love.”
Gah, that damn line would forever haunt me, it seemed. Lust and love. . . perhaps he really did rape Seto. . . or maybe it came close and so Seto ditched him. . .
“Seto?” Again he glanced up at me, slightly annoyed this time.
“What, Jounouchi?”
“Where is Saki now?”
His lips pursed and his eyes traveled back to his screen, “I wouldn’t give a flying fuck whether he were ground up and scattered in my backyard or living it large in fame. . . what’s passed is passed, and he was certainly a part of the past.”
“Did you love him?”
“Jounouchi, that’s really –”
“None of my business? So that’s a yes then.” I smirked, cocking my left eyebrow and readying my pen.
“I never said yes.”
“But you tried to keep from answering, a sure sign of guilt.” He glared at me, his fists clenching on top of his keyboard.
“Did you and Saki have a relationship?”
“Why do you want to know? So you can make a laughing joke of me? So my name will be in tabloids all over the world?!” His face began to turn a lovely shade of red as his anger was rising, his patience wearing thin, and I wondered which he would do first; burst into tears, or burst into flames.
“Kaiba, no one really cares what sexuality anyone is anymore. It’s alright if you had a relationship with Saki. There’s a guy that has won my heart as well.” What in the fuck was I saying? A guy that had won my heart? Um, no, I’m straight! I’m straight, I’m straight, I’m. . . in love with Seto Kaiba.
“Get a girl.”
“I. . . don’t want to.”
“I think that this is a good place to end this conversation and pretend that it never happened.” His cheeks were still tinted red, and it led me to believe that he knew exactly what I was thinking. . . then again, maybe he didn’t.
“You never answered my question.”
He sighed, “Yes, Jounouchi, we were in a very short-lived relationship. It’s over now, and never got very far. . . and it ended horribly.”
“Yet you enjoyed every minute of it, right?” I smiled at him, a genuine smile that I give to very few. Someone in Heaven loved me that day, for they graced me with the most beautiful event in history. A small smile crept to Seto’s lips, eventually evolving into a small chuckle, a sweet, playful chuckle.
“Yeah, I did.” He covered up his face.
He was so much different! Maybe this was the Seto that got left behind at the orphanage. . . maybe this is the Seto that Mokuba knows and sees, the one that Mokuba defends when my friends and I diss his bad attitude. He seemed like a totally different person but. . .
“I’m acting so weird, I can’t seem to figure out why.”
“You’re usually an asshole.”
“Yeah, I know. . . but that’s how it should be.”
“How it should be?”
“Yeah, no one wants to go near an asshole.”
“You don’t want people near you?”
“People are dangerous.” He frowned, “They only cause trouble for me.”
I stared at him for a moment, one blonde brow cocked up in my bangs, tapping my pen against my knee before jotting down a few more notes, carefully clutching the book as close as possible so as too keep wandering eyes from seeing.
“Jounouchi. . .”
“What?” I looked up for a moment, slightly thrown off by his hesitant tone.
“You’re not really going to write about all of that, are you?” He made complete eye contact with me, his expression very serious and, perhaps it was only a trick of the light, he looked tense.
“Of course I am, why else would I ask you? Writing about the other persons life is the whole goal of this project.” My brows knit together.
“What if she makes us read them aloud?” The thought made me tremble slightly, “Jounouchi, I’d rather keep my personal life just that; personal.”
“I know what you mean Seto, but-”
“Kaiba.”
“Alright buddy, let’s get something straight here; we’re going to be living together for two weeks, and I think we should be on a first name basis. Using surnames is too formal for me.” I laid my notebook on the floor to my right, being sure to keep it face down and out of the view of those precious gems.
“Jounouchi, using first names implies closeness and friendship, which you and I have neither of the two.” He glared intensely at me then, and I believe that I probably shuddered a little. His moods were unpredictable as of late.
“Aww. . . come on Seto.” Okay, now I was just trying to piss him off.
“Kaiba.”
“Seto.”
&# 8220;Kaiba!” He leaned forward now, fists clenched.
I laughed wildly, “Seto!”
“Dammit Jounouchi!”
I smirked, “Katsuya.”
“Fine,” He sat back again and sighed, closing those gorgeous eyes, “Katsuya.”
“Good.” I reached for my notebook, retrieving it and placing it back upon my lap, bending my knees so as to bring the paper closer to my face, “Now then, what were we discussing?”
“How much this project sucks.” He put his right palm against his forehead, pushing the silky brown locks up for a moment, using his thumb and fingers to rub gently at his temples before resting the hand back on his laptop.
“Oh yeah!”
“Have you seen how thick that packet is?” He reached into one of his bags, pulling out the stack of paper from Hell, “I’ve yet to even read the damn thing.”
“Yeah, Bakura said something about that during lunch on Friday.” I scrunched my mouth to one side for a bit, then returned it to it’s former state.
“Bakura?” Seto tilted his head in obvious confusion.
“The evil twin of Ryou.”
“Ryou?”
“The shy boy with white hair. . . he was at Duelist Kingdom, Battle City-”
“Oh, right, Ryou. . . he was fucking weird. . .”
I looked to the side for a bit as though that wild spirit might come through the walls, “Yeah. . .” There was an awkward silence. “Anyways! Let’s see what this thing says!” I snatched the papers from his fingers, after much stretching, and held it up, flipping through it momentarily, “Yeah, one of the requirements is family life and childhood. Sorry buddy, but it looks like you’re screwed.”
“So it does. . .” He looked rather down, “What else is required?” He did indeed ask, yet he really didn’t seem so interested anymore.
“Um. . . it says ‘Students must be sure to include important topics such as follows: Family life, childhood, life-changing events, and any other facts that are of importance in their life. Also include a passage in which the student discusses their current self and what influenced them to become who and what they are today. Plans for the future are also to be discussed.’ Well, looks like we have a lot of work to do.” I forced out a half-hearted laugh, but by this time, Seto was laying on the floor, in the same position as last night, however this time his face was covered by his hand.
“Anything else?” He sounded like a man receiving punishment for murder.
“Well,” I flipped the page, “There’s going to be a cookout up at the park next Saturday, says that attendance is mandatory.”
“What the hell?” He uncovered his face and raised his right brow at me.
I should my head, “No clue.” My eyes glided down the page, “Heh, if you thought that was bad, you ought to hear this.”
“Oh no, do I really want to hear this?”
“Nope, but I’m going to tell you anyways!”
“Should have seen that coming, damn mutt.”
“There’s going to be a ropes course for everyone to go up on.”
“. . .”
“Says it’s to ‘test our cooperation as partners.’ ” I glanced up at him, eagerly hoping for another adorable expression.
“That woman is insane.” He rolled over onto his back, bending his legs at the knees and clasping his hands together over his stomach, leaning his head back to make eye contact with me. His hair fell graciously out of his eyes, exposing the pale, tender flesh of his forehead.
I tried hard not to let his beauty distract me, “Finally we agree on something.” I had succeeded. . . for now.
“Does that ungodly thing happen to list any other random shit?”
“Um. . .” I flipped through the pages, noticing that a lot of it was about format and whatnot, “Not that I can tell.”
“Good.” His eyes slid shut. Gods he was beautiful, “Only day two and already I’m miserable.”
I felt a slight pain in my chest just then, and I stupidly wondered why, “Gee, thanks.” His eyes remained closed, unmoved by my words, “You know, you’re a lot different here than you are when Yuugi and the others are around. . . I mean, I know I keep bring that up and all, but you really do. It amazes me, I guess.” Yeah, that was it, just change the subject. . .
“Is that an issue? I can always go back to being an asshole again.” He huffed a bit, “I’m only trying to make this experience as pleasant as possible.”
“I guess that makes sense. . . and no, it’s not an issue; I like it this way.” He cast a glance to the left, at his computer I presume, and then rolled up to a sitting position, clicking on the built-in mouse a few times and then allowing for his slender fingers to dance along the keyboard, the soft clicking of the keys getting lost within my room, “Are you still writing about me?”
“No,” He never once paused in his work or looked up from the glowing screen, “I’m answering e-mails and things of that sort for Kaiba Corporation.” He paused this time, looking thoughtful, “I’m trying not to get behind in my work.”
“That’s cool. . .” I sighed slowly, clasping my hands in my lap, running my eyes up and down his body in the least noticeable manner in which I could, “Are you hiring?”
His answer came as quickly as though the question had been expected, “Not someone like you.” Ouch.
“Asshole.”
“Thank you.” He smirked, and I suddenly found myself longing to see those bright sapphires lightened with the sparkle that came with his pearly-white smile. It was like a drug, and Seto was the dealer. . . yeah, I’m not much for romantic words.
“Smile again.” I must have been looking at him oddly, for when he glanced up at me, he looked as thought I had just said ‘sleep with me’. . . though I must admit, I did try to recall my words to be sure that the latter were not so.
“Why?”
“Because you have a beautiful smile.” Dammit Katsuya! I have a wild tendency to speak my mind without so much as a single thought.
“Stop saying things like that.”
“Why? Would you rather me lie to you and say that your smile is ugly?” Yeah, change the subject. . . play it off. . .
“But I’m a guy! Would you say something like that to Yuugi?”
I might have visibly gagged right then. . . me saying something like that to Yuugi. . . “Nah, I’d feel like a pedophile if I said that to Yuugi. . .” Definitely the truth right there, “And about us both being guys, I don’t think that has ever stopped you before, judging by your past relations with that Saki guy.” Bad move.
He frowned at me, his hands were clutched tightly together in his lap, “We had a short-lived relationship, but you know nothing about it, so don’t even bother to bring it up.” He was angry, his short fuse quickly dwindling away.
“I know that he was your best friend, boyfriend. . . lover perhaps?” His eyes were downcast now, fingers toying with each other on top of his perfect thighs. I could have stopped right there, shouldhave stopped right there, but. . . “I know that he raped you.”
I didn’t stop, and the fuse came to an end.
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