Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes ❯ Day Two: Murderer ( Chapter 6 )
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By: kiokukaiba 
The truth behind the death of Seto's adoptive father.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.0K | Visits: 643 | Status: Work In Progress
The truth behind the death of Seto's adoptive father.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.0K | Visits: 643 | Status: Work In Progress
Behind Blue Eyes
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The moment that the words fell from my lips, the pain of guilt shot through every vein in my body, my heart’s pulse running a marathon and beating harshly against my ribs as I awaited his reaction. I figured that he would yell and beat the hell out of me. . . I wanted him to, for I had absolutely no right to say what I did. . . but he didn’t.
What he truly did was an infinite amount of times worse than any amount of anger. . . He was silent and unmoving, with his cold blue eyes digging into my brown eyes. Judging by his recent fits of strangeness, I thought that I might see the beginnings of tears brimming those gorgeous orbs. . . and yet there was nothing but the dangerous blue, threatening to pull me in and crush my very existence.
Slowly, yet in a fluid motion, he turned from me and left the room, his eyes never closing and never changing.
I exhaled, having just realized that I had been holding my breath for the entirety of that time, and flopped face down on my bed. Why was I such a dumbass? Before, I’d be so happy to upset Kaiba, and now I’m sulking because I finally did!
The gentle rustling of pots and pans came from out in the main section of my apartment. At first, I froze, thinking that perhaps the billionaire was getting a weapon to come back at me with; However, the soft sound of the refrigerator door opening caused me to believe otherwise. It was still morning after all, eleven o’clock to be precise, so perhaps he was just making himself some breakfast.
At first I figured that I’d just leave him to himself for awhile, but I felt something inside me just urging me to go and see him and attempt, once again, to explain myself to that angsty CEO.
My feet carried me towards the kitchen, the bare skin making only quiet, padded noises as I inched down the hallway.
Seto was standing at the stove, a spatula in one hand and the frying-pan handle clutched firmly in his left hand, his back facing me. He had such a gorgeous ass. . . I wanted so much to just creep up behind him, wrap my arms around that thin, fit waist, my crotch right up against his ass, and kiss his neck.
He remained silent throughout my fantasizing. Either he couldn’t feel my intense gaze on his backside or he was just doing an excellent job of ignoring me. Probably the latter. I deserved to be ignored though, so I didn’t blame him for it.
“Seto. . .”
“Shut up.” It was sharp, quick, and the harshest he had spoken to me in a long while. Nonetheless, I shut my mouth and intended to keep it that way until he said the next words and began a conversation with me.
I watched him work at cooking breakfast, wondering if I would be getting any, though I think I’d fear poisoning if he did happen to prepare a plate for me.
“Would you like something to eat, Jounouchi?” His voice was sweet, but mocking and not sincere. . . he had also gone back to using my surname. At least he was speaking to me.
“Y-yes please.” The words were stumbling uneasily out of my mouth, my brain trying desperately to watch every word before it made its departure for Seto’s ears.
He picked up a plate of food and sat at the table with it, “Alright, I left the stove on for you.” He smirked his familiar smirk and began to devour his breakfast.
It now occurred to me just what exactly his “meal” (if you could call such a puny little bit a meal at all) composed of. He had only a small plate of one, maybe two eggs, scrambled and sprinkled with pepper. He really never ate very much at all, it seemed. . . and I was very tempted to tell him so, but for once in my life, I knew better.
His long, thin fingers were wrapped delicately around the fork, his frail wrist just barely exposed. . . even with scars, he was still gorgeous, still sexy. I thought back to Friday, back to my initial plan of what I’d do to the sexy CEO. . . and here I was, letting him push me around! I marched over, plopping down into the chair directly across from him.
“Hey Kaiba!”
He seemed a bit startled for a moment, judging from the way his eyes shot open suddenly, but regained composure quickly, “Leave me alone, Jounouchi.”
“No! You’re just mad at me because something that I said came out the wrong way!” He just stared at me, and so I continued, “We’re here to do a project, and we have done nothing but bicker and fight! From now on, it’s all about the project, got it?!” I sounded so serious, and yet, I knew that this would not be the case.
He stared at me blankly for a moment longer before smirking and taking another bite of egg, “Whatever you say, mutt.”
“Oh, and don’t call me a mutt.” I folded my arms across my chest.
“You aren’t my master, pup.”
“Wanna fight for it?”
“Didn’t we do that during Duelist Kingdom?”
“I’ve been working out since then.” I really wondered how Seto was able to stop my punch that one time. . . “I’d like a rematch.” I stood from the table, cracking my knuckles, and the mood suddenly seemed light again.
“Not now, punk, eat breakfast. . .” He smirked again, “I’ll kick your ass later.”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” With a grin, I headed for the fridge, retrieving two eggs and the unopened pack of bacon.
“You’re not going to eat all of that bacon, are you?” I could feel his smirk burning a hole in my back.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sarcasm at work, of course, “Were you going to eat some?” At that moment, Seto made some strange noise akin to that of a pig, which caused me to turn and face him in surprise. In the process, I dropped the eggs and bacon onto the floor. The bacon was safe, however the eggs were now puddles of sticky mess on my kitchen floor.
The two of us stared at it for a few silent seconds and then proceeded to laugh about it.
Seto Kaiba was adorable when he laughed. His eyes were shut, his hand almost at his mouth as though in an attempt to cover up the brilliance of his straight, white teeth and happy expression.
I must have stopped laughing as I studied him, for the moment he ceased, the room was silent except for the sounds of his footsteps as he made to put his now-empty plate by the sink.
That’s when I got the perfect plan.
Careful not to make too much noise, I stepped up behind him and placed my mouth just at his ear. The warm breath that slowly left my lips made him visibly stiffen up (his whole body, you pervs), “Guess what, richboy.”
“Uh. . . what?”
Quickly, I slapped his ass, “You’re it!” And then took off. He had yelped at the sudden contact, and then I could hear, much to my amusement, his feet pounding against the carpet as he fled after me. The chase led, as I had planned, to my bedroom, where I slowed down so that he could ‘tag’ me. . . which he did by grabbing my shoulder.
“I win. . . or, you’re it. . . or whatever.” He panted lightly and I swallowed hard at the sound of it.
Now, the plan was to grab him, sling him onto my bed, and ravish him senseless. . . However, the moment I turned around, he grinned and took off running back the way we came!
Now it was I who was the chaser. . . the predator after such a delicious-looking prey. Rather than running, I strolled down the hallway, following the faint sound of heavy breathing.
I found him in the kitchen, leaning over the table and using his arms to prop himself up in order to catch his breath. His brown bangs hung down off of his forehead and his pink lips were parted slightly as he panted heavily. The slightest hint of a smile was dancing across his mouth. He never even heard me enter the room, and so I quickly stood behind him to make my move.
I could hear his breath hitch as my arms snaked around his waist. From that moment, I half-expected to wake up. The whole situation was like some fantastic dream. I was rubbing my crotch slowly against his ass which, like the rest of his lithe body, had tensed up.
Seto had begun to stand up to his full height, which would put him at a greater height than I. . . unacceptable. Still holding his waist tightly with my left arm, I used my right hand to force him back down while spouting a forceful ‘no’ that I wasn’t completely sure I said until it elicited a ‘what’ from my gorgeous prey.
“I said no.”
“Alright mutt, joke’s over.” Again he tried to stand and again I pushed him down.
“I’m not joking.” He stiffened again and I began to rub my right hand down along his chest further and further, until I reached his-
I hit the ground before I knew anything had happened. Seto’s fierce blue eyes glared down on me, his hands falling to rest at his sides after shoving me to the floor. I sat in shock for a moment. Okay, so he had taken me by surprise, no big deal.
“Pay-backs are hell, rich-boy.” I growled, climbing slowly to my feet and rubbing my chest where I had been shoved.
“What I just did was pay-back, mutt.”
“Oh really?” I inched toward him, but he didn’t budge. “So you think this is over then?”
“For your safety, it had better be over.”
“Oh? You care about my safety now? How thoughtful.” My sudden sarcasm made him glare, “I’ll have to know that if I so much as wanted to, I could take you right here, right now.” I grinned at the double meaning, and judging by the narrowing of his eyes, he had caught it as well. “And,” I continued, “I really do want to.” I finally closed the gap between us, reaching up to grasp his collar. He pulled violently at my hands, clutching my wrists and yanking helplessly at them.
“Get the fuck away from me!” His eyes were clenched tightly shut, his legs beginning to kick wildly as I shoved him back against the table.
“What’s the matter, Seto?” I was enjoying this way too much, “I thought you could kick my ass! You told me we’d duke it out later; well, now’s the time for it!” I pushed him down against the table until I could see the pain in his face from bending too far backward, “You know, it wouldn’t hurt so bad if you put your legs up.” He opened his eyes wide, panting from his furious struggle; I grinned, “I’d be happy to throw them over my shoulders for you, my beauty.” I forced his fingers to release their hold on me and then used only a few seconds to swiftly hold them above his head with my right hand.
“This isn’t funny, Jounouchi!”
“Who said I was trying to be funny?” By this time I was in some sort of trance, trying to discern whether this entire situation was a fantasy or a reality.
I gazed dreamily over the blue-eyed sex-symbol that lay vulnerably before me. His hands were held over his head, my right hand clutching tightly onto his wrists. The bottom button on his pajama top must have come undone sometime during our struggle, now exposing his perfect, flat stomach. Glancing into his eyes, I leaned down and planted gentle kisses in various places on and around his belly button, dipping my tongue down into it, my cock only getting harder as he proceeded to gasp and. . . hiccup?
“Stop it. . . Stop it. . .”
I stopped my ‘activities’ but only so that I could gaze at that beautiful face. His cheeks had become flushed with a light pink, crystal-like tears threatening to spill from his eyes at any given moment, his mouth open and panting raggedly. Still holding his wrists with my right hand, I used my left to rub soft circles on his stomach, slowing sliding down towards the waistband of his pants.
“Stop it Saki!!”
My brows knit together and I released his hands in my surprise, “What?” He only whimpered and used his newly-freed hands to grasp my own. He made full eye contact with me, but the strange glazed look within those sapphire pools told me that he wasn’t seeing me, but someone else. . . and I had a pretty good hunch as to who that ‘someone else’ was.
“I love you. . . why won’t you wait?”
“Love who?”
“You! I love you, you ungrateful son of a bitch!” He thrashed wildly and I moved quickly away from him.
Okay, time for a quick recap before he proceeds to try to kick my ass! I was about to fuck his brains out. . . which reminded him of Saki? So Saki raped him? But Seto loved him? What? Okay, so perhaps it was a fucked up relationship. . .that would explain a lot. . . wait.
Because he couldn’t see the difference between lust and love.
Perhaps Saki had said that he loved Seto, but truly only lusted after him. . . and therefore raped him!
You don’t know what he did to me. . .
Did he mean Saki that time to? No. . . we hadn’t been talking about Saki then. Gozaburo was the subject of that conversation that had occurred only a mere twenty-four hours ago. . . speaking of which, Seto had said that Gozaburo was the reason that Seto was such an asshole. . . what the hell? Wouldn’t Saki have played a large role in that? Or maybe. . . maybe I should stop making assumptions!
Seto had fallen onto the floor soon after I had backed away from him and had curled up into the fetal position, muttering words that I couldn’t understand.
“Why Seto?”
Those blue eyes trailed slowly up to my golden eyes, “Why Saki?”
I clenched my fists and marched over to him, dropping to my knees and pulling his head toward me, “Shut up Seto! I’m not Saki dammit!” I sat on the floor, bending so as to put my face cheek to cheek with Seto’s. I could feel the moisture of his tears. . . had he been crying? I pulled away to look, only to realize that the tears had been my own.
“Jounouchi?” He rubbed at his face. “What the hell?!” He shoved me away, just like he had been ever since he came to my apartment.
“Seto, you have to stop doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“Going away like that.”
“Huh?” He rubbed at his head and stood up.
“You keep thinking I’m Saki.”
Seto pursed his lips, the beautiful luster had returned to his eyes, “You are nothing like Saki.”
“I was going to rape you.” It was my turn to stand now. With some hesitation, I met his questioning gaze, “I had you bent backward over the table, and I was going to ravish you, Seto Kaiba. . . but,” I turned away from him, his expression had become too much for me, “Then you started to freak out. . . and now I think I understand why.” Again I faced him, his mouth was open in either disgust or shock, I could no longer tell, “Saki really did rape you, and you really did love him.” He turned as though to leave and so I grabbed his arm and forced him to turn back around, “Stop running away from this, Seto! You need to tell me what really happened between the two of you! If you keep bottling everything up inside you, no one will ever be able to help you! You can’t always keep a mask on to hide the real you!”
Those sapphires narrowed into slits again, “Practice what you preach, Katsuya.” I froze then.
“What?”
“You say that I shouldn’t wear a mask, shouldn’t keep everything to myself. . . and yet you do the exact same thing.”
“W-what makes you think that?” My arm fell back to my side.
“Of the hundreds of thousands of things that I am, ‘stupid’ isn’t one of them.” He paced out into the living area and I followed close at his heels, almost in a state of awe, “Look at this place. I can tell that it was recently cleaned, judging from the fresh lines in the carpet made by a vacuum. I’m guessing that you did that on Friday so that it wouldn’t be a complete shambles by the time I arrived. Other than that, this room reeks of cigarette smoke and whiskey. . . I’ve been to enough bars in my lifetime to know what an alcoholics home would smell like.” He turned around, but I was too busy looking over my own wreck of a life to really care, “I don’t see why you stay here.”
“Because. . .” I bit my lip, “Because he’s my dad, and I care about him, no matter how awful he can be.”
“You love him. . .”
“Yeah.”
“. . . even though he hurts you.” I glanced up at him, “. . . because you care about him that much.” I understood now. By talking about my own problems, he explained the situation between him and Saki. Seto was strange like that. . . willing to talk about his own issues, but not directly. . . it was like killing two birds with one stone. . . I had never before really understood why in the hell I stayed in this shit hole. . . why in the hell I continued to hide what happened behind closed doors. . . and now I understood what I truly knew all along. My father was my family, and I loved him unconditionally because of it. . . even though he hurt me.
Seto pursed his lips again and sat on the couch, coughing a bit when the horrible scent of prostitutes was emitted into the air, “Sometimes when you love someone, it doesn’t matter what they do, and it often feels like it is your fault that those things happen. . . you feel like you are allowing them to hurt you. . . and, in a sense, you really are allowing for them to hurt you. . . but the fact that they are hurting you isn’t your fault. They are just taking advantage of the fact that you love them so much. . . and are hurting you on their own free will. It is never your fault if someone hurts you, even if you were to taunt them to the point of such an action. . . unless you are literally controlling their mind and forcing them to beat you, shun you, rape you. . . it is never your fault.” He looked up at me. I was still standing, and I can imagine that my mouth was probably hanging open as though I were a moron. . . but the whole speech was just. . . amazing. “Well? Am I right?”
“I. . . I . . . I . . . you’re. . . wow.” Yeah, stumbling over my words like a dumbass, but what else was he to expect? Surely he realized just how amazing what he just said was. It was like he was being sympathetic, trying to get me to see my own worth or something. . . trying to show me that what I was doing wasn’t wrong, even though it can seem that way sometimes.
“You asked. . .” He worked on unbuttoning his shirt, “about my scars.” The shirt slid from his shoulders, and I couldn’t help but sit next to him just to be near that gorgeous skin. . . that wise person that Seto Kaiba had shown himself to be. “And I guess. . . it is only fair that I incorporate them into this.” He turned his hands over, palm-up, exposing his marred wrists, “Some of these were my own doing. . . I did it not because I wanted attention, not because I thought it’d be fun, but because I hated myself. . . I hated myself for letting people hurt me. . . it took me a long time to realize that they were taking advantage of my love for my brother, Mokuba. Once I realized that it was their own sickness that made. . . things. . . happen, I stopped hurting myself because I no longer felt that I deserved it. I wasn’t the awful creature that I had thought I was. . . I was a child that loved his family more than anything in the world, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. . . and so they continued to hurt me, but I knew that only they were in the wrong.”
“Who. . . are. . . who are they?”
“The ass-fuck that ruined my life, Gozaburo, and his business cronies.” He sighed and leaned back, “But that is a whole story within itself that I’d really rather not get into right now.”
“Seto. . .”
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry. . .”
“I don’t want your pity.”
“No, I mean. . . I’m sorry about what I said before. . . I just assumed that you had a perfect life, and I said cruel things to you, and I almost r-r. . .”
“Let it go. . . let it go before I beat the shit out of you, and believe me, I will.
“Yeah. . . I guess I get a little carried away sometimes. . . don’t you ever do that? You mean for something to be one way and it ends up to an extreme?” I looked at him like a curious puppy. . . yeah, I know, I just compared myself to a canine.
He smiled a rather unnerving smile that sent a shiver down my spine, “Yeah, it has happened before. . . but I didn’t stop myself.” His grin only widened and his eyes grew dark with a wild shadow.
“What exactly did you do?” There was a slight waver in my voice, not certain if I truly wanted to know what it was that he did. Probably beat some employee up or something. . . or frisked a secretary.
“You wouldn’t believe me even if I were to tell you.”
“I bet I would.” I was ready to argue.
“I killed someone.” His eyes had locked onto mine, deep sapphire pools searching my soul for that one reaction he was looking for. . . and if shock were his desire, then he definitely got it.
“What?” I thought that I hadn’t quite heard him correctly and I could feel my heartbeat quicken in hope that perhaps my hair-covered ears had deceived me.
“I intentionally killed a man. . . and got away with it.” Seto turned away from him, eyes sliding shut slowly, “Your reaction isn’t a surprise. You think that I’m such an ass, but not someone low enough to take another person’s life.” He cast a side glance at me briefly before staring at the hands he had clasped together in his lap, “Well, I know that you have questions, go ahead and ask.”
I was almost afraid to ask anything by now. . . had I really almost raped a cold-blooded killer? Seto Kaiba? The Seto Kaiba? A murderer? “How. . . how old were you?”
“Sixteen.”
“The same year that your step-father. . .” I don’t think my eyes will ever be as wide as they were at that precise moment. It made perfect sense now. Gozaburo Kaiba had done something to make Seto say that he ruined his life, made him the asshole that he was today. Gozaburo died two years ago, when Seto was sixteen. . . Seto murdered a man when he was sixteen. “You killed your. . . you killed your. . .” I could feel a wad of something awful forming in my throat as I tried desperately to swallow.
“My step father?” A wicked expression spread across his face, and again he made eye contact with me, “Yes. I pushed him out of the window of his office in Kaiba Corp. It was simple! I had originally just intended to beat the shit out of him. . . perhaps break a limb or two, but he just so happened to stand right in front of the window, and why miss out on such a wonderful opportunity?” Brown locks shifted as he tilted his head a bit, “Of course the records will tell you that he committed suicide.”
“How?” Again, I was stunned.
“How did I do it? It was rather simple, actually. Using the hacking techniques I learned from one of those ridiculously large books I was given. . . you see, I needed to learn how to hack just in case I needed information from any database in the world. . . I hacked into my step father’s e-mail account and sent a message to the head of security, asking him to shut the cameras off for approximately one hour starting at three o’clock in the afternoon. I’m sure that such an order seemed very odd, but being the highly-paid employee that the main was, he didn’t ask questions and did as asked. . . such a strange request also gave police more evidence towards the suicide idea. . . anyways, it was a piece of cake after that.” He smiled proudly and sighed, “I went up to Gozaburo’s office, pretending just to be on my way for yet another lesson in managing Kaiba Corporation. No one was suspicious of it, for it was a natural occurrence. After entering, I made quick work of the man, threatening to do horrible things to him, and him trying to intimidate me in return. . . but that day had been one of the worst of my life, and there wasn’t a damn thing that that old fucker could do to stop me! The moment I saw the chance, I charged him with every ounce of power in my thin body and crashed into him, knocking him backward and off balance. . . straight through the glass. . . and he then proceeded to plummet to his instant death.”
“That’s sick!” I leapt from my seat, my whole body shaking with a new kind of fear of this. . . this murderer! “You’re a fucking killer! You ought to be behind bars!”
“No. . . if you knew how that man was, you would have done the same, if not worse.”
“Then you’d best start explaining!”
“Perhaps another day.”
“I said now!” I stomped my foot and glared down on him, trying my best to look intimidating. God he was beautiful. . . killer or not.
“I’d rather not go into that today. . . it’s one of my worst secrets. . . and I’d like to leave it alone for awhile. . .” He glanced up at me almost sadly, “Please, Jounouchi.”
I couldn’t bring myself to argue with that beautiful, pouty face. His eyes were soft, so unlike just a few moments ago. . . his cheeks were pale, like always, and I could image that they felt as silky soft as the rest of the skin on his lithe body. . . his perfectly shaped body. . . molded by a master sculptor and sent down from heaven just to give us poor souls something to gawk at and lust for. His lips were a beautiful, rosy pink and his eyes seemed more blue than I had ever noticed them to be. Seto’s hair fell delicately into his face, spaced out just right so as not to obstruct any of his divine features from view.
Again I sat beside him, his eyes following me as I moved. . . how adorable and childish he seemed just then. . . and I felt so brave. I was willing to take a chance just then. I scooted close to him, and he seemed to look strangely at me for it.
Cupping his face within my hands. . . and those cheeks were an infinite amount of times softer than I had originally guessed. . . I leaned forward swiftly and captured his lips in a chaste, yet gentle kiss.
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The moment that the words fell from my lips, the pain of guilt shot through every vein in my body, my heart’s pulse running a marathon and beating harshly against my ribs as I awaited his reaction. I figured that he would yell and beat the hell out of me. . . I wanted him to, for I had absolutely no right to say what I did. . . but he didn’t.
What he truly did was an infinite amount of times worse than any amount of anger. . . He was silent and unmoving, with his cold blue eyes digging into my brown eyes. Judging by his recent fits of strangeness, I thought that I might see the beginnings of tears brimming those gorgeous orbs. . . and yet there was nothing but the dangerous blue, threatening to pull me in and crush my very existence.
Slowly, yet in a fluid motion, he turned from me and left the room, his eyes never closing and never changing.
I exhaled, having just realized that I had been holding my breath for the entirety of that time, and flopped face down on my bed. Why was I such a dumbass? Before, I’d be so happy to upset Kaiba, and now I’m sulking because I finally did!
The gentle rustling of pots and pans came from out in the main section of my apartment. At first, I froze, thinking that perhaps the billionaire was getting a weapon to come back at me with; However, the soft sound of the refrigerator door opening caused me to believe otherwise. It was still morning after all, eleven o’clock to be precise, so perhaps he was just making himself some breakfast.
At first I figured that I’d just leave him to himself for awhile, but I felt something inside me just urging me to go and see him and attempt, once again, to explain myself to that angsty CEO.
My feet carried me towards the kitchen, the bare skin making only quiet, padded noises as I inched down the hallway.
Seto was standing at the stove, a spatula in one hand and the frying-pan handle clutched firmly in his left hand, his back facing me. He had such a gorgeous ass. . . I wanted so much to just creep up behind him, wrap my arms around that thin, fit waist, my crotch right up against his ass, and kiss his neck.
He remained silent throughout my fantasizing. Either he couldn’t feel my intense gaze on his backside or he was just doing an excellent job of ignoring me. Probably the latter. I deserved to be ignored though, so I didn’t blame him for it.
“Seto. . .”
“Shut up.” It was sharp, quick, and the harshest he had spoken to me in a long while. Nonetheless, I shut my mouth and intended to keep it that way until he said the next words and began a conversation with me.
I watched him work at cooking breakfast, wondering if I would be getting any, though I think I’d fear poisoning if he did happen to prepare a plate for me.
“Would you like something to eat, Jounouchi?” His voice was sweet, but mocking and not sincere. . . he had also gone back to using my surname. At least he was speaking to me.
“Y-yes please.” The words were stumbling uneasily out of my mouth, my brain trying desperately to watch every word before it made its departure for Seto’s ears.
He picked up a plate of food and sat at the table with it, “Alright, I left the stove on for you.” He smirked his familiar smirk and began to devour his breakfast.
It now occurred to me just what exactly his “meal” (if you could call such a puny little bit a meal at all) composed of. He had only a small plate of one, maybe two eggs, scrambled and sprinkled with pepper. He really never ate very much at all, it seemed. . . and I was very tempted to tell him so, but for once in my life, I knew better.
His long, thin fingers were wrapped delicately around the fork, his frail wrist just barely exposed. . . even with scars, he was still gorgeous, still sexy. I thought back to Friday, back to my initial plan of what I’d do to the sexy CEO. . . and here I was, letting him push me around! I marched over, plopping down into the chair directly across from him.
“Hey Kaiba!”
He seemed a bit startled for a moment, judging from the way his eyes shot open suddenly, but regained composure quickly, “Leave me alone, Jounouchi.”
“No! You’re just mad at me because something that I said came out the wrong way!” He just stared at me, and so I continued, “We’re here to do a project, and we have done nothing but bicker and fight! From now on, it’s all about the project, got it?!” I sounded so serious, and yet, I knew that this would not be the case.
He stared at me blankly for a moment longer before smirking and taking another bite of egg, “Whatever you say, mutt.”
“Oh, and don’t call me a mutt.” I folded my arms across my chest.
“You aren’t my master, pup.”
“Wanna fight for it?”
“Didn’t we do that during Duelist Kingdom?”
“I’ve been working out since then.” I really wondered how Seto was able to stop my punch that one time. . . “I’d like a rematch.” I stood from the table, cracking my knuckles, and the mood suddenly seemed light again.
“Not now, punk, eat breakfast. . .” He smirked again, “I’ll kick your ass later.”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” With a grin, I headed for the fridge, retrieving two eggs and the unopened pack of bacon.
“You’re not going to eat all of that bacon, are you?” I could feel his smirk burning a hole in my back.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sarcasm at work, of course, “Were you going to eat some?” At that moment, Seto made some strange noise akin to that of a pig, which caused me to turn and face him in surprise. In the process, I dropped the eggs and bacon onto the floor. The bacon was safe, however the eggs were now puddles of sticky mess on my kitchen floor.
The two of us stared at it for a few silent seconds and then proceeded to laugh about it.
Seto Kaiba was adorable when he laughed. His eyes were shut, his hand almost at his mouth as though in an attempt to cover up the brilliance of his straight, white teeth and happy expression.
I must have stopped laughing as I studied him, for the moment he ceased, the room was silent except for the sounds of his footsteps as he made to put his now-empty plate by the sink.
That’s when I got the perfect plan.
Careful not to make too much noise, I stepped up behind him and placed my mouth just at his ear. The warm breath that slowly left my lips made him visibly stiffen up (his whole body, you pervs), “Guess what, richboy.”
“Uh. . . what?”
Quickly, I slapped his ass, “You’re it!” And then took off. He had yelped at the sudden contact, and then I could hear, much to my amusement, his feet pounding against the carpet as he fled after me. The chase led, as I had planned, to my bedroom, where I slowed down so that he could ‘tag’ me. . . which he did by grabbing my shoulder.
“I win. . . or, you’re it. . . or whatever.” He panted lightly and I swallowed hard at the sound of it.
Now, the plan was to grab him, sling him onto my bed, and ravish him senseless. . . However, the moment I turned around, he grinned and took off running back the way we came!
Now it was I who was the chaser. . . the predator after such a delicious-looking prey. Rather than running, I strolled down the hallway, following the faint sound of heavy breathing.
I found him in the kitchen, leaning over the table and using his arms to prop himself up in order to catch his breath. His brown bangs hung down off of his forehead and his pink lips were parted slightly as he panted heavily. The slightest hint of a smile was dancing across his mouth. He never even heard me enter the room, and so I quickly stood behind him to make my move.
I could hear his breath hitch as my arms snaked around his waist. From that moment, I half-expected to wake up. The whole situation was like some fantastic dream. I was rubbing my crotch slowly against his ass which, like the rest of his lithe body, had tensed up.
Seto had begun to stand up to his full height, which would put him at a greater height than I. . . unacceptable. Still holding his waist tightly with my left arm, I used my right hand to force him back down while spouting a forceful ‘no’ that I wasn’t completely sure I said until it elicited a ‘what’ from my gorgeous prey.
“I said no.”
“Alright mutt, joke’s over.” Again he tried to stand and again I pushed him down.
“I’m not joking.” He stiffened again and I began to rub my right hand down along his chest further and further, until I reached his-
I hit the ground before I knew anything had happened. Seto’s fierce blue eyes glared down on me, his hands falling to rest at his sides after shoving me to the floor. I sat in shock for a moment. Okay, so he had taken me by surprise, no big deal.
“Pay-backs are hell, rich-boy.” I growled, climbing slowly to my feet and rubbing my chest where I had been shoved.
“What I just did was pay-back, mutt.”
“Oh really?” I inched toward him, but he didn’t budge. “So you think this is over then?”
“For your safety, it had better be over.”
“Oh? You care about my safety now? How thoughtful.” My sudden sarcasm made him glare, “I’ll have to know that if I so much as wanted to, I could take you right here, right now.” I grinned at the double meaning, and judging by the narrowing of his eyes, he had caught it as well. “And,” I continued, “I really do want to.” I finally closed the gap between us, reaching up to grasp his collar. He pulled violently at my hands, clutching my wrists and yanking helplessly at them.
“Get the fuck away from me!” His eyes were clenched tightly shut, his legs beginning to kick wildly as I shoved him back against the table.
“What’s the matter, Seto?” I was enjoying this way too much, “I thought you could kick my ass! You told me we’d duke it out later; well, now’s the time for it!” I pushed him down against the table until I could see the pain in his face from bending too far backward, “You know, it wouldn’t hurt so bad if you put your legs up.” He opened his eyes wide, panting from his furious struggle; I grinned, “I’d be happy to throw them over my shoulders for you, my beauty.” I forced his fingers to release their hold on me and then used only a few seconds to swiftly hold them above his head with my right hand.
“This isn’t funny, Jounouchi!”
“Who said I was trying to be funny?” By this time I was in some sort of trance, trying to discern whether this entire situation was a fantasy or a reality.
I gazed dreamily over the blue-eyed sex-symbol that lay vulnerably before me. His hands were held over his head, my right hand clutching tightly onto his wrists. The bottom button on his pajama top must have come undone sometime during our struggle, now exposing his perfect, flat stomach. Glancing into his eyes, I leaned down and planted gentle kisses in various places on and around his belly button, dipping my tongue down into it, my cock only getting harder as he proceeded to gasp and. . . hiccup?
“Stop it. . . Stop it. . .”
I stopped my ‘activities’ but only so that I could gaze at that beautiful face. His cheeks had become flushed with a light pink, crystal-like tears threatening to spill from his eyes at any given moment, his mouth open and panting raggedly. Still holding his wrists with my right hand, I used my left to rub soft circles on his stomach, slowing sliding down towards the waistband of his pants.
“Stop it Saki!!”
My brows knit together and I released his hands in my surprise, “What?” He only whimpered and used his newly-freed hands to grasp my own. He made full eye contact with me, but the strange glazed look within those sapphire pools told me that he wasn’t seeing me, but someone else. . . and I had a pretty good hunch as to who that ‘someone else’ was.
“I love you. . . why won’t you wait?”
“Love who?”
“You! I love you, you ungrateful son of a bitch!” He thrashed wildly and I moved quickly away from him.
Okay, time for a quick recap before he proceeds to try to kick my ass! I was about to fuck his brains out. . . which reminded him of Saki? So Saki raped him? But Seto loved him? What? Okay, so perhaps it was a fucked up relationship. . .that would explain a lot. . . wait.
Because he couldn’t see the difference between lust and love.
Perhaps Saki had said that he loved Seto, but truly only lusted after him. . . and therefore raped him!
You don’t know what he did to me. . .
Did he mean Saki that time to? No. . . we hadn’t been talking about Saki then. Gozaburo was the subject of that conversation that had occurred only a mere twenty-four hours ago. . . speaking of which, Seto had said that Gozaburo was the reason that Seto was such an asshole. . . what the hell? Wouldn’t Saki have played a large role in that? Or maybe. . . maybe I should stop making assumptions!
Seto had fallen onto the floor soon after I had backed away from him and had curled up into the fetal position, muttering words that I couldn’t understand.
“Why Seto?”
Those blue eyes trailed slowly up to my golden eyes, “Why Saki?”
I clenched my fists and marched over to him, dropping to my knees and pulling his head toward me, “Shut up Seto! I’m not Saki dammit!” I sat on the floor, bending so as to put my face cheek to cheek with Seto’s. I could feel the moisture of his tears. . . had he been crying? I pulled away to look, only to realize that the tears had been my own.
“Jounouchi?” He rubbed at his face. “What the hell?!” He shoved me away, just like he had been ever since he came to my apartment.
“Seto, you have to stop doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“Going away like that.”
“Huh?” He rubbed at his head and stood up.
“You keep thinking I’m Saki.”
Seto pursed his lips, the beautiful luster had returned to his eyes, “You are nothing like Saki.”
“I was going to rape you.” It was my turn to stand now. With some hesitation, I met his questioning gaze, “I had you bent backward over the table, and I was going to ravish you, Seto Kaiba. . . but,” I turned away from him, his expression had become too much for me, “Then you started to freak out. . . and now I think I understand why.” Again I faced him, his mouth was open in either disgust or shock, I could no longer tell, “Saki really did rape you, and you really did love him.” He turned as though to leave and so I grabbed his arm and forced him to turn back around, “Stop running away from this, Seto! You need to tell me what really happened between the two of you! If you keep bottling everything up inside you, no one will ever be able to help you! You can’t always keep a mask on to hide the real you!”
Those sapphires narrowed into slits again, “Practice what you preach, Katsuya.” I froze then.
“What?”
“You say that I shouldn’t wear a mask, shouldn’t keep everything to myself. . . and yet you do the exact same thing.”
“W-what makes you think that?” My arm fell back to my side.
“Of the hundreds of thousands of things that I am, ‘stupid’ isn’t one of them.” He paced out into the living area and I followed close at his heels, almost in a state of awe, “Look at this place. I can tell that it was recently cleaned, judging from the fresh lines in the carpet made by a vacuum. I’m guessing that you did that on Friday so that it wouldn’t be a complete shambles by the time I arrived. Other than that, this room reeks of cigarette smoke and whiskey. . . I’ve been to enough bars in my lifetime to know what an alcoholics home would smell like.” He turned around, but I was too busy looking over my own wreck of a life to really care, “I don’t see why you stay here.”
“Because. . .” I bit my lip, “Because he’s my dad, and I care about him, no matter how awful he can be.”
“You love him. . .”
“Yeah.”
“. . . even though he hurts you.” I glanced up at him, “. . . because you care about him that much.” I understood now. By talking about my own problems, he explained the situation between him and Saki. Seto was strange like that. . . willing to talk about his own issues, but not directly. . . it was like killing two birds with one stone. . . I had never before really understood why in the hell I stayed in this shit hole. . . why in the hell I continued to hide what happened behind closed doors. . . and now I understood what I truly knew all along. My father was my family, and I loved him unconditionally because of it. . . even though he hurt me.
Seto pursed his lips again and sat on the couch, coughing a bit when the horrible scent of prostitutes was emitted into the air, “Sometimes when you love someone, it doesn’t matter what they do, and it often feels like it is your fault that those things happen. . . you feel like you are allowing them to hurt you. . . and, in a sense, you really are allowing for them to hurt you. . . but the fact that they are hurting you isn’t your fault. They are just taking advantage of the fact that you love them so much. . . and are hurting you on their own free will. It is never your fault if someone hurts you, even if you were to taunt them to the point of such an action. . . unless you are literally controlling their mind and forcing them to beat you, shun you, rape you. . . it is never your fault.” He looked up at me. I was still standing, and I can imagine that my mouth was probably hanging open as though I were a moron. . . but the whole speech was just. . . amazing. “Well? Am I right?”
“I. . . I . . . I . . . you’re. . . wow.” Yeah, stumbling over my words like a dumbass, but what else was he to expect? Surely he realized just how amazing what he just said was. It was like he was being sympathetic, trying to get me to see my own worth or something. . . trying to show me that what I was doing wasn’t wrong, even though it can seem that way sometimes.
“You asked. . .” He worked on unbuttoning his shirt, “about my scars.” The shirt slid from his shoulders, and I couldn’t help but sit next to him just to be near that gorgeous skin. . . that wise person that Seto Kaiba had shown himself to be. “And I guess. . . it is only fair that I incorporate them into this.” He turned his hands over, palm-up, exposing his marred wrists, “Some of these were my own doing. . . I did it not because I wanted attention, not because I thought it’d be fun, but because I hated myself. . . I hated myself for letting people hurt me. . . it took me a long time to realize that they were taking advantage of my love for my brother, Mokuba. Once I realized that it was their own sickness that made. . . things. . . happen, I stopped hurting myself because I no longer felt that I deserved it. I wasn’t the awful creature that I had thought I was. . . I was a child that loved his family more than anything in the world, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. . . and so they continued to hurt me, but I knew that only they were in the wrong.”
“Who. . . are. . . who are they?”
“The ass-fuck that ruined my life, Gozaburo, and his business cronies.” He sighed and leaned back, “But that is a whole story within itself that I’d really rather not get into right now.”
“Seto. . .”
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry. . .”
“I don’t want your pity.”
“No, I mean. . . I’m sorry about what I said before. . . I just assumed that you had a perfect life, and I said cruel things to you, and I almost r-r. . .”
“Let it go. . . let it go before I beat the shit out of you, and believe me, I will.
“Yeah. . . I guess I get a little carried away sometimes. . . don’t you ever do that? You mean for something to be one way and it ends up to an extreme?” I looked at him like a curious puppy. . . yeah, I know, I just compared myself to a canine.
He smiled a rather unnerving smile that sent a shiver down my spine, “Yeah, it has happened before. . . but I didn’t stop myself.” His grin only widened and his eyes grew dark with a wild shadow.
“What exactly did you do?” There was a slight waver in my voice, not certain if I truly wanted to know what it was that he did. Probably beat some employee up or something. . . or frisked a secretary.
“You wouldn’t believe me even if I were to tell you.”
“I bet I would.” I was ready to argue.
“I killed someone.” His eyes had locked onto mine, deep sapphire pools searching my soul for that one reaction he was looking for. . . and if shock were his desire, then he definitely got it.
“What?” I thought that I hadn’t quite heard him correctly and I could feel my heartbeat quicken in hope that perhaps my hair-covered ears had deceived me.
“I intentionally killed a man. . . and got away with it.” Seto turned away from him, eyes sliding shut slowly, “Your reaction isn’t a surprise. You think that I’m such an ass, but not someone low enough to take another person’s life.” He cast a side glance at me briefly before staring at the hands he had clasped together in his lap, “Well, I know that you have questions, go ahead and ask.”
I was almost afraid to ask anything by now. . . had I really almost raped a cold-blooded killer? Seto Kaiba? The Seto Kaiba? A murderer? “How. . . how old were you?”
“Sixteen.”
“The same year that your step-father. . .” I don’t think my eyes will ever be as wide as they were at that precise moment. It made perfect sense now. Gozaburo Kaiba had done something to make Seto say that he ruined his life, made him the asshole that he was today. Gozaburo died two years ago, when Seto was sixteen. . . Seto murdered a man when he was sixteen. “You killed your. . . you killed your. . .” I could feel a wad of something awful forming in my throat as I tried desperately to swallow.
“My step father?” A wicked expression spread across his face, and again he made eye contact with me, “Yes. I pushed him out of the window of his office in Kaiba Corp. It was simple! I had originally just intended to beat the shit out of him. . . perhaps break a limb or two, but he just so happened to stand right in front of the window, and why miss out on such a wonderful opportunity?” Brown locks shifted as he tilted his head a bit, “Of course the records will tell you that he committed suicide.”
“How?” Again, I was stunned.
“How did I do it? It was rather simple, actually. Using the hacking techniques I learned from one of those ridiculously large books I was given. . . you see, I needed to learn how to hack just in case I needed information from any database in the world. . . I hacked into my step father’s e-mail account and sent a message to the head of security, asking him to shut the cameras off for approximately one hour starting at three o’clock in the afternoon. I’m sure that such an order seemed very odd, but being the highly-paid employee that the main was, he didn’t ask questions and did as asked. . . such a strange request also gave police more evidence towards the suicide idea. . . anyways, it was a piece of cake after that.” He smiled proudly and sighed, “I went up to Gozaburo’s office, pretending just to be on my way for yet another lesson in managing Kaiba Corporation. No one was suspicious of it, for it was a natural occurrence. After entering, I made quick work of the man, threatening to do horrible things to him, and him trying to intimidate me in return. . . but that day had been one of the worst of my life, and there wasn’t a damn thing that that old fucker could do to stop me! The moment I saw the chance, I charged him with every ounce of power in my thin body and crashed into him, knocking him backward and off balance. . . straight through the glass. . . and he then proceeded to plummet to his instant death.”
“That’s sick!” I leapt from my seat, my whole body shaking with a new kind of fear of this. . . this murderer! “You’re a fucking killer! You ought to be behind bars!”
“No. . . if you knew how that man was, you would have done the same, if not worse.”
“Then you’d best start explaining!”
“Perhaps another day.”
“I said now!” I stomped my foot and glared down on him, trying my best to look intimidating. God he was beautiful. . . killer or not.
“I’d rather not go into that today. . . it’s one of my worst secrets. . . and I’d like to leave it alone for awhile. . .” He glanced up at me almost sadly, “Please, Jounouchi.”
I couldn’t bring myself to argue with that beautiful, pouty face. His eyes were soft, so unlike just a few moments ago. . . his cheeks were pale, like always, and I could image that they felt as silky soft as the rest of the skin on his lithe body. . . his perfectly shaped body. . . molded by a master sculptor and sent down from heaven just to give us poor souls something to gawk at and lust for. His lips were a beautiful, rosy pink and his eyes seemed more blue than I had ever noticed them to be. Seto’s hair fell delicately into his face, spaced out just right so as not to obstruct any of his divine features from view.
Again I sat beside him, his eyes following me as I moved. . . how adorable and childish he seemed just then. . . and I felt so brave. I was willing to take a chance just then. I scooted close to him, and he seemed to look strangely at me for it.
Cupping his face within my hands. . . and those cheeks were an infinite amount of times softer than I had originally guessed. . . I leaned forward swiftly and captured his lips in a chaste, yet gentle kiss.
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