Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes ❯ Day Two: The Real Kaiba Seto ( Chapter 9 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: kiokukaiba 
Jou learns that this mysterious stranger is Saki, a man never to be trusted.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 640 | Status: Work In Progress
Jou learns that this mysterious stranger is Saki, a man never to be trusted.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 640 | Status: Work In Progress
Behind Blue Eyes
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“Saki?” The world seemed to stand still, if only for a moment, and I could have sworn that I heard my heart beating rapidly against my chest, feeling Seto’s heart thump against me in rhythm with my own. . . and it felt beautiful, taking my mind off of reality for that solid moment. His back was right up against me, my hands running quickly along his folded arms, trying to calm him, but it seemed to no avail. Even in the darkness, his tears sparkled ever-so slightly in the light from the streetlights not too far away.
“Yes. There’s no mistaking him. . . but, how did you. . . you knew him? How?” He crushed even closer to me, shaking as he choked out another sob. I could tell that he was trying his best to hide it. Seto Kaiba didn’t cry.
“He was in that store that you had wandered into at the mall.” Seto must have had his knees bent or something, for the top of his head was just below my nose, the sweet scent flooding my mind, almost intoxicating me. Had Seto not been putting all of his weight onto me, I would have likely fallen over in ecstasy. Without any thought to it, I leaned my head up, kissing the top of those precious threads.
“Katsuya. . .”
“Yes?”
“Please, can we go home?” He turned this time, looking at me, and I saw that crying face that was so different from all the other times. . . Seto was. . . so pretty when he cried.
“Who the fuck are you, you fucking punk?” I spun around at the sudden outburst, only to find the one we had fled.
Saki stood at his full, towering height, only a mere five feet or so away. His fists were clenched at his sides and his glare may have been competition to the Kaiba glare. Needless to say, this guy was pissed. As I studied him, Seto shook violently, letting out something that sounded like a strangled cry. He clutched my shirt, clinging desperately to me.
“Please, Katsuya! Let’s go, now!”
“Seto.” Saki’s features softened at an unnatural speed as he slowly stepped towards us. Instinctively, I pulled Seto away by a pathetic inch or two. Fortunately, that bastard stopped a couple feet away, “I love you, Seto.”
Seto shook again, blue eyes pleading silently with me to take him away from here, and yet something in my body told me to stay put.
“Come with me, Seto.” He held his hand out, rather large hand that it was, towards this crying angel of mine, “I will take you somewhere warm and quiet, Seto. I want to make up for what I did, Seto.”
“You w-want to m-make up for w-what you did?” Though he tried his best to sound strong, Seto kept his face buried in my neck, “You can do that by leaving me alone and never coming near me again! I don’t want to hear you, I don’t want to see you. . . fuck, I don’t even want to smell you! I don’t want to hear your name! Just the thought of you makes me want to throw up!” This time he tugged harshly on my shirt, “Please, Katsuya, let’s leave!”
“I’ll take you home.”
“What?” I studied him, this change of heart striking at my curiosity.
“I love Seto, whether he wants to see that or not. I don’t want him to have to walk home in this cold weather. I have a car and I’ll take him home.” He glared at me suddenly, and then smirked, “Just tell me where you live.”
“Don’t, Jou!” Seto grabbed my arms quickly, his blue eyes wide, “Don’t you dare tell him where you live! I’d rather walk!”
“Even if we walk, he can just follow us home.”
“But Jounouchi. . .”
“I’m not going to let him hurt you. Just trust me, Seto.” I tried to look as gentle as I could when I gazed into his eyes, which were now above mine because he was standing up straight again, “Do you trust me?”
“I. . . I do.”
“Then let me handle this.” Reluctantly, I turned my eyes from him, and locked glares with that fit man not too far from me, “Will you take the both of us?”
“No.” His eyes narrowed further.
“Then we’ll walk.” I turned to leave, but I could hear him mutter incoherently.
“Wait, no. It’s too cold. Seto-koi might get sick.” I could feel Seto shake again, and I knew that it just had to be from that all-too-intimate nickname that Saki had given him. “Follow me, damn punk.”
His car wasn’t too shabby. A Chrysler PT Cruiser (AN: That’s my car, baby!) in perfect shape. I opened the back door for Seto, who hesitated for a moment before sliding into the back seat. Saki put his arm across the door to keep me from entering, “Before I let you in, I have a question.”
“Can’t guarantee an answer, asshole.”
“Are you and Seto a couple?”
“A couple? I. . . well, no, but-”
He smirked, “Good.” and then moved his arm away, granting me passage. That smirk sent an unnerving chill running up and down my spine, as well as an uncomfortable feeling that would last me the rest of the trip. . . the rest of the trip which was quiet and awkward, except for the moments in which I uneasily spouted off directions. I could see Seto, leaned against the cold glass of the window, his hands clasped together between his perfect thighs in a nervous fit. I wanted with all of my being to pull him against me, like I had when we left the bar. . . that poor, helpless soul. It was amazing that he could hide such a weak personality. . . or was he really as weak as he was putting off?
The car came to a stop before my apartment complex, and I could see a certain light bloom in Seto’s eyes. He had now seen why I wasn’t too worried about giving my address out to a weirdo. I lived in an apartment complex; once we ascended those stairs, there was no way for him to tell exactly which door we went into, unless he personally followed us up the stairs. . . which I certainly didn’t plan on allowing him to do.
“Seto, would you like me to walk you to the door?” He flashed that creepy smile and Seto’s sapphires narrowed dangerously before he turned away. Why wasn’t he saying anything back? Where was the Seto that didn’t put up for shit? Where was the Seto that always won an argument, no matter what the cost? Wherever that Seto was, it sure as hell wasn’t in the backseat of that car, or back at the bar. . . in fact, I think the Seto from back then had stayed on the apartment balcony the first day that he arrived at my place.
The brunette scrambled from the vehicle in an almost-frantic manner, hurrying up the stairs at a speed in which I feared that he might slip and fall. I had to work to keep up with him, all the while feeling eyes on my back until I knew I was out of sight. . . and apparently so did the one I pursued. He slowed down the instant he came upon a shadow, and breathed in starved gasps.
“He’s not going to hurt you.” I reached for him and he slapped my hands away wildly.
“How the fuck would you know! You don’t know anything about him!” I could hear the sobs lingering in his voice. . . his voice was loud, and being as it was a late 7:30 already, most people were home, and very likely heard every word he said. . . and it just so happened that we were currently on the floor that the old woman lived. She popped her head out of her door.
“My goodness, who is it with such a foul mouth?”
“Uh, sorry Ms. Harajuku, my friend here is having a bad day.” I rubbed the back of my head, shooting a glare at Seto that I really didn’t mean. He bit his lip and shrugged in a false apology.
“Oh, that little hottie of yours? Well then, why don’t you boys mosey on up to your place and put on some romantic music so you can make him feel better, Katsuya?.” She winked suggestively at me. Yeah, the woman, even at her age, was a yaoi fangirl at heart.
“Ms. Harajuku!” My face was more red than a damned cherry, I was sure of it. A quick glance to the side showed that Seto’s face was the same; his stunned expression was absolutely priceless as well, “Uh, we have to go do some. . . homework! Yes, lots of homework to do for our classes tomorrow! Goodnight!” I gripped Seto’s wrist and dragged him up to the next floor, which was our floor.
We both burst into the apartment the moment I open the door. Seto plopped onto the couch in a manner that was rather uncharacteristic of him, “Crazy old woman.”
“She’s nice though. She lets me stay the night sometimes.” Shit.
“Does she? And why, dare I ask, do you stay the night at an old woman’s house?” His left brow jumped up behind his hair and he crossed his legs.
“I. . . my. . . well sometimes. . . um. . . just forget it.”
“You’re dad gets that bad, huh?” He smiled, an almost pitiful smile, as he nodded his head knowingly. “You can’t hide such obvious things from me, Jounouchi Katsuya. Sometimes you’re like an open book.” He turned his head sideways until he heard a satisfying pop and then proceeded to yawn.
“Sleepy Kaiba-boy?” He glared and I laughed before sitting next to him, very close to him I might add, on the cough. He visibly stiffened.
“Tell me, Jounouchi, how are things with you and Mai?”
“Who?” I was a bit taken aback by the sudden change of subjects and really couldn’t see how he could have come up with such a question.
“Mai, Kujaku Mai. You know, Duelist Kingdom, Battle City. . . I believe she was also one of those Orichalcos freaks. . . the blonde bimbo.” Seto pursed his lips. . . how cute.
“Oh, I don’t know. She’s pretty cool. I only see her at tournaments though. Why do you ask?”
“I thought she was your girlfriend.”
“Nope, I’m not into any girls.”
“So you are gay.” He looked straight ahead, pulling his hands into his lap and rubbing them together nervously.
“What?!” Okay, so I had already admitted that to myself, but to hear it come from someone else, it sounded so. . . so unreal!
“Oh come on! It’s dead obvious! You’ve been hitting on me for ages.”
“I have not! I just started hitting on you a few days ago!” Yeah, about that thinking before I speak thing. . . never going to happen.
I held my breath as he slowly turned to face me, his eyes growing wide, “I was actually joking, but my ears detect that you were completely serious.” He stared at me for a moment longer, “Though that would explain a lot. You know, wanting me to sleep in your bed, wanting me to take my clothes off in front of you. . .” He gasped, leaping up from the couch, “You probably really were going to rape me! You fucking sick-ass mother f-” I jumped up and shoved him onto the couch, pressing a pillow harshly against his face to silence him.
“Shut up! Shut the fuck up! I don’t want to hear it! Be quiet, Seto!” His arms and legs flailed wildly. “People like you should be seen and not-” I dropped to my knees on the floor, the pillow leaving my hands and sailing across the room as Seto Kaiba chucked it in a red-hot rage. I was so positive that he would hit me. . . but he didn’t.
“Seen and not what, Katsuya?” His gaze was gentle and so. . . knowing.
“. . . heard.”
“Does he tell you that, Katsuya? Does he do things like that, Katsuya?” He kneeled in front of me, “Have you ever thought about getting medicated?”
“Medicated?”
“I think that you keep reliving shit that your father does to you.”
“No, I-”
“What you just did,” He glanced back at the pillow, “was very unlike you. I may not know you as well as Yuugi and the others, but I do know that you aren’t the sort of person to try and suffocate me. . . only my competitors would try something like that.” The beautiful brunette sighed softly and stood again, not giving me the honor of his stare, “Anyways. . . about your sexuality. . . you can’t help who you fall in love with.” Hearing him say that seemed to take a whole world of pressure off of me, and the air wasn’t so tense anymore. This was so unlike the Seto Kaiba that I had known. . . he was so forgiving and understanding. . . this wasn’t the one that had taunted me in every Duel Monsters tournament. . . this was the real Seto Kaiba.
“Anyways,” I jumped slightly from my position on the floor at the sound of his voice, “I’m going to do that homework that you excused us from that old woman with.” And with that, he left me to myself. I watched him disappear from the room, his hips moving ever-so-slightly side to side as he went. He really had a nice ass. . . and he probably knew that I thought that. If he knew that I was hitting on him, why didn’t he hit me? Why didn’t he scream and yell and get all grossed out? Could it be that he liked me to?
I shook the thought away; impossible. Slowly, I brought myself to my feet and dragged my legs along with me to follow the one I. . . like? Love? Lust after? No, I wouldn’t allow for myself to lust after him any longer, especially after that shit with Saki. . . lust and love. . . I would never live if I ever made that kind of mistake with him.
As I approached my bedroom, I noticed that the door had been shut. How strange of him. I shrugged the curiosity away and twisted the nob, forcing it open easily to find one of the most surprising things ever. Seto Kaiba was shirtless, his back towards me, and he appeared to have been undressing. . . and as sexy as that was, it wasn’t what surprised me. . . it was the wild lines crisscrossing down his pale back.
“Jounouchi! What the fuck!” He whirled around, snatching his shirt from the floor and bringing it to cover his chest.
“What are those marks on your back?” I marched towards him worriedly.
“The door was locked! How could you have gotten in?” He backed up against the walk, dropping the shirt as I stood within inches of him. This position was becoming common.
“The lock has been broken for a long time. . . what are those marks on your back?”
He shrunk down to the floor, “I. . . I’m not ready to talk about that yet, Jounouchi. . . please, let it go for now.”
“We said no secrets, Kaiba!”
“I know, I know, and I’ll tell you all about it. . . just not yet. Please, I just can’t bear it right now.” Those delicate hands clutched at his hair as even more tears threatened to spill. He sure was emotional tonight, which was to be expected considering the circumstances. He was so pretty when he cried.
“Alright pretty-boy, finish changing and let’s get to that homework!” I clapped my hands together and smiled the biggest smile that I could conjure up.
“Pretty boy?” He blushed and I tried to ignore his questioning as I rummaged through my bookbag.
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I have never finished my homework in such a short amount of time. I wish that Seto was always there to help me with my math homework, lord knows my grade could sure use it. It went rather well, with both of us getting along and chatting idly about teachers and random students, not to mention the abundance of gossip that was constantly spread across the school. By the time we finished, it was about nine o’clock at night, and we both decided that we weren’t hungry enough to prepare dinner.
Even with knowledge that I had the hots for him, (or maybe he forgot?) Seto still slept in my bed that night. He fell asleep before I did, and I was blessed with the view of that angelic sleeping face, and never could I have imagined that a person could look so absolutely breathtaking. . . I wondered then if he would make fun of me if I ever told him so.
The day had certainly been and odd, yet revealing, one. I didn’t even get to ask all of the questions that I had written in my notebo-” My breath hitch and my heart skipped a bit. My notebook. I had taken it with me to the coffee house, and with me into the karaoke bar. . . but even as I searched through every crevice of my memory, there was no recollection of ever picking it up off the dining table and bringing it home. . . no, I had held Seto with both arms when we had fled. The notebook, the one with notes about Seto’s most sacred and hidden past, was left on the dining table of a public restaurant. . . his secrets were all written out for anyone to read, and, if they wanted, to make the news all over the country.
Seto was going to kill me.
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“Saki?” The world seemed to stand still, if only for a moment, and I could have sworn that I heard my heart beating rapidly against my chest, feeling Seto’s heart thump against me in rhythm with my own. . . and it felt beautiful, taking my mind off of reality for that solid moment. His back was right up against me, my hands running quickly along his folded arms, trying to calm him, but it seemed to no avail. Even in the darkness, his tears sparkled ever-so slightly in the light from the streetlights not too far away.
“Yes. There’s no mistaking him. . . but, how did you. . . you knew him? How?” He crushed even closer to me, shaking as he choked out another sob. I could tell that he was trying his best to hide it. Seto Kaiba didn’t cry.
“He was in that store that you had wandered into at the mall.” Seto must have had his knees bent or something, for the top of his head was just below my nose, the sweet scent flooding my mind, almost intoxicating me. Had Seto not been putting all of his weight onto me, I would have likely fallen over in ecstasy. Without any thought to it, I leaned my head up, kissing the top of those precious threads.
“Katsuya. . .”
“Yes?”
“Please, can we go home?” He turned this time, looking at me, and I saw that crying face that was so different from all the other times. . . Seto was. . . so pretty when he cried.
“Who the fuck are you, you fucking punk?” I spun around at the sudden outburst, only to find the one we had fled.
Saki stood at his full, towering height, only a mere five feet or so away. His fists were clenched at his sides and his glare may have been competition to the Kaiba glare. Needless to say, this guy was pissed. As I studied him, Seto shook violently, letting out something that sounded like a strangled cry. He clutched my shirt, clinging desperately to me.
“Please, Katsuya! Let’s go, now!”
“Seto.” Saki’s features softened at an unnatural speed as he slowly stepped towards us. Instinctively, I pulled Seto away by a pathetic inch or two. Fortunately, that bastard stopped a couple feet away, “I love you, Seto.”
Seto shook again, blue eyes pleading silently with me to take him away from here, and yet something in my body told me to stay put.
“Come with me, Seto.” He held his hand out, rather large hand that it was, towards this crying angel of mine, “I will take you somewhere warm and quiet, Seto. I want to make up for what I did, Seto.”
“You w-want to m-make up for w-what you did?” Though he tried his best to sound strong, Seto kept his face buried in my neck, “You can do that by leaving me alone and never coming near me again! I don’t want to hear you, I don’t want to see you. . . fuck, I don’t even want to smell you! I don’t want to hear your name! Just the thought of you makes me want to throw up!” This time he tugged harshly on my shirt, “Please, Katsuya, let’s leave!”
“I’ll take you home.”
“What?” I studied him, this change of heart striking at my curiosity.
“I love Seto, whether he wants to see that or not. I don’t want him to have to walk home in this cold weather. I have a car and I’ll take him home.” He glared at me suddenly, and then smirked, “Just tell me where you live.”
“Don’t, Jou!” Seto grabbed my arms quickly, his blue eyes wide, “Don’t you dare tell him where you live! I’d rather walk!”
“Even if we walk, he can just follow us home.”
“But Jounouchi. . .”
“I’m not going to let him hurt you. Just trust me, Seto.” I tried to look as gentle as I could when I gazed into his eyes, which were now above mine because he was standing up straight again, “Do you trust me?”
“I. . . I do.”
“Then let me handle this.” Reluctantly, I turned my eyes from him, and locked glares with that fit man not too far from me, “Will you take the both of us?”
“No.” His eyes narrowed further.
“Then we’ll walk.” I turned to leave, but I could hear him mutter incoherently.
“Wait, no. It’s too cold. Seto-koi might get sick.” I could feel Seto shake again, and I knew that it just had to be from that all-too-intimate nickname that Saki had given him. “Follow me, damn punk.”
His car wasn’t too shabby. A Chrysler PT Cruiser (AN: That’s my car, baby!) in perfect shape. I opened the back door for Seto, who hesitated for a moment before sliding into the back seat. Saki put his arm across the door to keep me from entering, “Before I let you in, I have a question.”
“Can’t guarantee an answer, asshole.”
“Are you and Seto a couple?”
“A couple? I. . . well, no, but-”
He smirked, “Good.” and then moved his arm away, granting me passage. That smirk sent an unnerving chill running up and down my spine, as well as an uncomfortable feeling that would last me the rest of the trip. . . the rest of the trip which was quiet and awkward, except for the moments in which I uneasily spouted off directions. I could see Seto, leaned against the cold glass of the window, his hands clasped together between his perfect thighs in a nervous fit. I wanted with all of my being to pull him against me, like I had when we left the bar. . . that poor, helpless soul. It was amazing that he could hide such a weak personality. . . or was he really as weak as he was putting off?
The car came to a stop before my apartment complex, and I could see a certain light bloom in Seto’s eyes. He had now seen why I wasn’t too worried about giving my address out to a weirdo. I lived in an apartment complex; once we ascended those stairs, there was no way for him to tell exactly which door we went into, unless he personally followed us up the stairs. . . which I certainly didn’t plan on allowing him to do.
“Seto, would you like me to walk you to the door?” He flashed that creepy smile and Seto’s sapphires narrowed dangerously before he turned away. Why wasn’t he saying anything back? Where was the Seto that didn’t put up for shit? Where was the Seto that always won an argument, no matter what the cost? Wherever that Seto was, it sure as hell wasn’t in the backseat of that car, or back at the bar. . . in fact, I think the Seto from back then had stayed on the apartment balcony the first day that he arrived at my place.
The brunette scrambled from the vehicle in an almost-frantic manner, hurrying up the stairs at a speed in which I feared that he might slip and fall. I had to work to keep up with him, all the while feeling eyes on my back until I knew I was out of sight. . . and apparently so did the one I pursued. He slowed down the instant he came upon a shadow, and breathed in starved gasps.
“He’s not going to hurt you.” I reached for him and he slapped my hands away wildly.
“How the fuck would you know! You don’t know anything about him!” I could hear the sobs lingering in his voice. . . his voice was loud, and being as it was a late 7:30 already, most people were home, and very likely heard every word he said. . . and it just so happened that we were currently on the floor that the old woman lived. She popped her head out of her door.
“My goodness, who is it with such a foul mouth?”
“Uh, sorry Ms. Harajuku, my friend here is having a bad day.” I rubbed the back of my head, shooting a glare at Seto that I really didn’t mean. He bit his lip and shrugged in a false apology.
“Oh, that little hottie of yours? Well then, why don’t you boys mosey on up to your place and put on some romantic music so you can make him feel better, Katsuya?.” She winked suggestively at me. Yeah, the woman, even at her age, was a yaoi fangirl at heart.
“Ms. Harajuku!” My face was more red than a damned cherry, I was sure of it. A quick glance to the side showed that Seto’s face was the same; his stunned expression was absolutely priceless as well, “Uh, we have to go do some. . . homework! Yes, lots of homework to do for our classes tomorrow! Goodnight!” I gripped Seto’s wrist and dragged him up to the next floor, which was our floor.
We both burst into the apartment the moment I open the door. Seto plopped onto the couch in a manner that was rather uncharacteristic of him, “Crazy old woman.”
“She’s nice though. She lets me stay the night sometimes.” Shit.
“Does she? And why, dare I ask, do you stay the night at an old woman’s house?” His left brow jumped up behind his hair and he crossed his legs.
“I. . . my. . . well sometimes. . . um. . . just forget it.”
“You’re dad gets that bad, huh?” He smiled, an almost pitiful smile, as he nodded his head knowingly. “You can’t hide such obvious things from me, Jounouchi Katsuya. Sometimes you’re like an open book.” He turned his head sideways until he heard a satisfying pop and then proceeded to yawn.
“Sleepy Kaiba-boy?” He glared and I laughed before sitting next to him, very close to him I might add, on the cough. He visibly stiffened.
“Tell me, Jounouchi, how are things with you and Mai?”
“Who?” I was a bit taken aback by the sudden change of subjects and really couldn’t see how he could have come up with such a question.
“Mai, Kujaku Mai. You know, Duelist Kingdom, Battle City. . . I believe she was also one of those Orichalcos freaks. . . the blonde bimbo.” Seto pursed his lips. . . how cute.
“Oh, I don’t know. She’s pretty cool. I only see her at tournaments though. Why do you ask?”
“I thought she was your girlfriend.”
“Nope, I’m not into any girls.”
“So you are gay.” He looked straight ahead, pulling his hands into his lap and rubbing them together nervously.
“What?!” Okay, so I had already admitted that to myself, but to hear it come from someone else, it sounded so. . . so unreal!
“Oh come on! It’s dead obvious! You’ve been hitting on me for ages.”
“I have not! I just started hitting on you a few days ago!” Yeah, about that thinking before I speak thing. . . never going to happen.
I held my breath as he slowly turned to face me, his eyes growing wide, “I was actually joking, but my ears detect that you were completely serious.” He stared at me for a moment longer, “Though that would explain a lot. You know, wanting me to sleep in your bed, wanting me to take my clothes off in front of you. . .” He gasped, leaping up from the couch, “You probably really were going to rape me! You fucking sick-ass mother f-” I jumped up and shoved him onto the couch, pressing a pillow harshly against his face to silence him.
“Shut up! Shut the fuck up! I don’t want to hear it! Be quiet, Seto!” His arms and legs flailed wildly. “People like you should be seen and not-” I dropped to my knees on the floor, the pillow leaving my hands and sailing across the room as Seto Kaiba chucked it in a red-hot rage. I was so positive that he would hit me. . . but he didn’t.
“Seen and not what, Katsuya?” His gaze was gentle and so. . . knowing.
“. . . heard.”
“Does he tell you that, Katsuya? Does he do things like that, Katsuya?” He kneeled in front of me, “Have you ever thought about getting medicated?”
“Medicated?”
“I think that you keep reliving shit that your father does to you.”
“No, I-”
“What you just did,” He glanced back at the pillow, “was very unlike you. I may not know you as well as Yuugi and the others, but I do know that you aren’t the sort of person to try and suffocate me. . . only my competitors would try something like that.” The beautiful brunette sighed softly and stood again, not giving me the honor of his stare, “Anyways. . . about your sexuality. . . you can’t help who you fall in love with.” Hearing him say that seemed to take a whole world of pressure off of me, and the air wasn’t so tense anymore. This was so unlike the Seto Kaiba that I had known. . . he was so forgiving and understanding. . . this wasn’t the one that had taunted me in every Duel Monsters tournament. . . this was the real Seto Kaiba.
“Anyways,” I jumped slightly from my position on the floor at the sound of his voice, “I’m going to do that homework that you excused us from that old woman with.” And with that, he left me to myself. I watched him disappear from the room, his hips moving ever-so-slightly side to side as he went. He really had a nice ass. . . and he probably knew that I thought that. If he knew that I was hitting on him, why didn’t he hit me? Why didn’t he scream and yell and get all grossed out? Could it be that he liked me to?
I shook the thought away; impossible. Slowly, I brought myself to my feet and dragged my legs along with me to follow the one I. . . like? Love? Lust after? No, I wouldn’t allow for myself to lust after him any longer, especially after that shit with Saki. . . lust and love. . . I would never live if I ever made that kind of mistake with him.
As I approached my bedroom, I noticed that the door had been shut. How strange of him. I shrugged the curiosity away and twisted the nob, forcing it open easily to find one of the most surprising things ever. Seto Kaiba was shirtless, his back towards me, and he appeared to have been undressing. . . and as sexy as that was, it wasn’t what surprised me. . . it was the wild lines crisscrossing down his pale back.
“Jounouchi! What the fuck!” He whirled around, snatching his shirt from the floor and bringing it to cover his chest.
“What are those marks on your back?” I marched towards him worriedly.
“The door was locked! How could you have gotten in?” He backed up against the walk, dropping the shirt as I stood within inches of him. This position was becoming common.
“The lock has been broken for a long time. . . what are those marks on your back?”
He shrunk down to the floor, “I. . . I’m not ready to talk about that yet, Jounouchi. . . please, let it go for now.”
“We said no secrets, Kaiba!”
“I know, I know, and I’ll tell you all about it. . . just not yet. Please, I just can’t bear it right now.” Those delicate hands clutched at his hair as even more tears threatened to spill. He sure was emotional tonight, which was to be expected considering the circumstances. He was so pretty when he cried.
“Alright pretty-boy, finish changing and let’s get to that homework!” I clapped my hands together and smiled the biggest smile that I could conjure up.
“Pretty boy?” He blushed and I tried to ignore his questioning as I rummaged through my bookbag.
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I have never finished my homework in such a short amount of time. I wish that Seto was always there to help me with my math homework, lord knows my grade could sure use it. It went rather well, with both of us getting along and chatting idly about teachers and random students, not to mention the abundance of gossip that was constantly spread across the school. By the time we finished, it was about nine o’clock at night, and we both decided that we weren’t hungry enough to prepare dinner.
Even with knowledge that I had the hots for him, (or maybe he forgot?) Seto still slept in my bed that night. He fell asleep before I did, and I was blessed with the view of that angelic sleeping face, and never could I have imagined that a person could look so absolutely breathtaking. . . I wondered then if he would make fun of me if I ever told him so.
The day had certainly been and odd, yet revealing, one. I didn’t even get to ask all of the questions that I had written in my notebo-” My breath hitch and my heart skipped a bit. My notebook. I had taken it with me to the coffee house, and with me into the karaoke bar. . . but even as I searched through every crevice of my memory, there was no recollection of ever picking it up off the dining table and bringing it home. . . no, I had held Seto with both arms when we had fled. The notebook, the one with notes about Seto’s most sacred and hidden past, was left on the dining table of a public restaurant. . . his secrets were all written out for anyone to read, and, if they wanted, to make the news all over the country.
Seto was going to kill me.
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