Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes ❯ Day Three: Slut ( Chapter 10 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: kiokukaiba 
Seto nearly reveals yet another horrible truth, as well as some inner feelings toward himself that he has been hiding for years.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 649 | Status: Work In Progress
Seto nearly reveals yet another horrible truth, as well as some inner feelings toward himself that he has been hiding for years.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 649 | Status: Work In Progress
Behind Blue Eyes
- - -
As far as I know, the night went without incident. I didn’t awaken to any random beats from my bed-mate, which, by the way, it surprised me that he even agreed to stay in my bed again, but whatever. I figured that maybe he felt safe with someone so close. . . but did he trust me? He faced me as he slept, and I woke up two or three times on my own. Only once did I hear even the slightest of whimpers from him. Other than that, there was nothing. Perhaps his medications were beginning to work.
Each time I awoke, returning to my slumber was a difficult task. My mind always became entrapped with thoughts of that notebook. A part of me screamed to go to that building at that very moment to try and retrieve the lost item at any cost. . . but another part of me, the logical part maybe, told me to sleep and take care of it in the morning.
Then there was Seto.
How was I to possible go and search for the book if Seto was here with me? How on Earth would I break it to him? Oh yeah, I could just imagine the conversation;
“Hey Seto, you’ll never guess what I did.”
“What?”
“Haha, I totally left your life story sitting on the table for everyone to read. But don’t worry; if the press finds out, only the whole world will know.”
Oh yeah, that would blow over real well. The next time I consider suicide, I’ll think about it. However, there really didn’t seem to be away around it. He would find out sooner or later anyways, and if I were to tell him, perhaps he would trust me a bit more than if I were to lie to him and allow him to just find out on his own. He’d be pissed either way, but hey, maybe he would hate me and trust me at the same time. Can’t beat that with a stick.
The last time I saw on the clock was 5:00 in the morning. It seemed as though I had barely closed my eyes before my alarm blared out, making my ears ring. The alarm? Fuck! It was Monday! How the fuck was I supposed to get that book if I had to attend those stupid classes? Like I’ve said a million times over; logic just isn’t my thing. I had to tell Seto.
I sat up and looked to my right, but found the bed to be empty. Okay, so he was either pissing, cooking. . . or he had run away. I really don’t think Seto would randomly run away like that, and he didn’t seem like much of a cook (though that pizza was rather delicious), so it must have been pissing. I swung my feet over the edge, digging my toes into the carpet and glancing around the room in a bored manner.
I have never dove under the covers so fast in my life. The sun hadn’t quite reached the horizon yet, and so my room was cast in shadows. In the far corner of my room, two eerie sapphires burned holes into me, pale skin glowing in a supernatural manner.
“Did I scare you?” I could hear him chuckling in amusement.
I poked my head out from under the sheets, “Is that what you were aiming for? If so, you got what you wanted.”
“I wasn’t trying to, but it sure as hell was funny.” I saw now what was casting the glow on his features. His laptop sat on his thighs, lighting him up in a strange way. . . a strange way that was frighteningly beautiful. “I’m working on my project a bit more, I’ve been kind of slacking on it. I was looking for your notebook to sneak a peek at what you’ve written about me, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. I was with you all night and never saw you hide it; you’re sneaky, Jounouchi.”
I laughed nervously and rubbed the back of my head, pacing slowly towards my closet to retrieve the dreaded spare school uniform (we had to have more than one so that we wouldn’t wear the same one. Not to mention, I still hadn’t washed the one I wore to bed Friday night.). “Uh, yeah, I’m pretty good at hiding things.”
“Where is it?” I couldn’t see him as I pulled the garments off the hangers, but I just knew that he was glaring, his lips curved at the ends to show his frustration.
“I. . . don’t. . . know. . .” As I spoke, my voice faded until I wasn’t sure if I was even making sound at all.
“What did you say?” There was a slight shuffling noise as Seto rose to his feet.
“I said I don’t know!” I spun on my heels, and came to see that Seto had moved within a yard of me, his face red-hot with anger.
“What the fuck do you mean?!”
“I left it at the fucking karaoke place! We were in such a fucking hurry to leave that I-”
“You can’t be fucking serious!” Seto gripped the collar of my pajamas, giving me a rough shake, “How could you fucking do this, you fucking son of a fucking bitch!”
“Get the fuck off of me!” I pushed him with all the force I had within me, sending him stumbling backwards until he fell ungracefully on his ass. He seemed a bit stunned, but quickly returned to glaring. . . from his position on the floor, that is. “Look,” I bent over to stare down into his eyes, “If you want to get it back before someone gets ahold of it, you’re going to have to settle the fuck down and help me.”
That gorgeous brunette shook with fury, but the way he huffed showed that he knew I was right. I extended a hand to offer him help up, and he took it hesitantly. His hand was soft, his slender fingers felt like silk. I held onto his hand, even after he was on his feet again, and he was quick to yank it away.
“Freak.”
It hurt when he said that, and I wondered if he knew. . . or cared.
- - -
I made biscuits, bacon, and eggs for breakfast, and we devoured them at lightning speed, which was sure to give us indigestion from Hell later that day. The idea we had come up with was to get ready quickly and head out early. We would stop by the restaurant, hopefully find the book, and then be on our merry way to class.
Of course, we had to remember Murphy’s law: Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. . . or that was the gist of it, anyways. Whenever you really need something to happen, it doesn’t. The moment we set foot in the parking lot of my apartment complex, Seto froze mid-step, and I could only guess at what lay before us. Sure enough, I had guessed well.
Just across the way, there was a glistening, black, PT Cruiser waiting for us. The owner of the automobile stood beside the drivers door, leaning against the window casually.
“Saki.” I spoke the name like a Christian would speak of Satan during Christmas mass.
“I’m glad you remember me.”
“Leave us alone, you sick fuck, we have places to be.”
“Oh? Where are you going? You both look a bit distressed.” His gaze shifted to Seto, who remained motionless, “Seto-koi, I can make you feel better. I can help you, love.”
Seto whimpered almost inaudibly, and so I decided to speak up in his place, “We’re trying to find something, and we don’t need your help. If you want to help so badly, however, you can do so by leaving and never coming back.” Again Seto whimpered, and this time I wondered why.
“Looking for something, eh? What if I told you that I had the item you were looking for?” Saki stood to his full, towering height, “Come here, Seto, and I’ll give you what you’re searching for.”
As though under the control of some wild hypnosis, the Kaiba began to step forward, but I hastily clasped my fingers around his left wrist and held him tightly, “It’s a trick, Seto! He doesn’t know what we’re after!” Saki’s brows furrowed as I smirked, “If he had what he wanted, then he would be able to tell us what exactly it is!”
Saki was a freak, but he was a smart freak. He knew that he wasn’t going to be winning this one the moment that Seto stepped away again, whimpering just like before. The raven-haired man slung open the door, sliding in and slamming it shut, obviously pissed off. However, when he leaned his head out of the window he had rolled down, his expression was gentle, “I love you, Seto, and I will never stop loving you.” He sped away in a heartbeat and Seto let out a long-held breath.
“It’s alright, Seto, he’s gone.”
“N-no shit, Katsuya.” The shaking in his voice. . . did Saki really frighten him that much? “It’s already 7:30. We need to be at school before 8:30. We need to get going.” He was monotone now, very unlike him and rather unfitting for such a lovely tenor voice.
“You’re right. I hope it’s open at this hour.” The two of us stood in silence, having not really thought about that before, before hauling ass down the route we had taken just the day before.
- - -
The normally bustling street was dead, which certainly wasn’t a very good sign. We had arrived at the bar only to find that the hours were from ten in the morning until midnight. Had he not been trying to keep his cool composure, Seto may have wailed out loud; Hell, I may have even thrown a wild fit! That’s when we heard some clatter from inside. A man was in the building, he appeared to work there, and he tilted his head at us before proceeding to unlock the doors.
“I’m sorry, gentlemen, but we don’t open until ten. It’s only 7:45.” It was an older man, possibly in his late forties. His forehead was stuck in a permanent wrinkle, while his mouth seemed to be frozen in a smile.
“What are you doing here so early, then?” Seto folded his arms and glared down at the poor man, who did his best not to slink back in intimidation.
“Well, young man, I happen to be the owner of this facility. Now I must ask; what brings the two of you here so early in the morning, and on a school day at that! Surely you aren’t above high school or college age.”
“We’re here,” I began, before Seto could annoy him further, “Because last night, we accidentally left something behind. You see, there was a slight incident in which we had to leave in a rush, and in our hurry, we left something behind by mistake.” I could barely hear Seto mutter something about the way I was speaking being so different from usual, and he was definitely right.
“Well, young man, chances are the item that you lost is not longer here. It was either picked up by someone else or thrown away by a janitor.
“It was a notebook and it had a shit-load of really personal information in it for a school project in it! We absolutely must get it back!”
“Oh! So you must be the boys that caused quite a bit of commotion last night!”
Seto seemed strangely interested in everything but the current situation all of a sudden.
The old man held the door open and stood aside, “I believe that I was notified of you leaving something behind. Let’s see if we can locate it.” As we passed by him, I could see him smiling pitifully at Seto. He must have found it and read it. He simply must have.
The owner led us to one of the backrooms, the break room maybe? There were a few tables as well as soda machines. With the flip of a switch, the room was illuminated and the object of our search lay innocently on the tabletop in the farthest corner.
“You do have it!” I lunged for the notebook as if my very life depended on it. . . and perhaps it did, with Seto’s privacy being on the line and all. My knuckles went white as I clutched it tightly in my hands, staring at it intensely as I returned to my partners (should I really be calling him that?) side.
“Well,” The owner began, smiling oddly, “I guess we still had it after all.” I attempted to leave, but Seto grasped my shoulder.
“Wait, make sure it’s the right notebook.” All the while, those deep blue eyes kept a stern watch over this all-too-friendly man. As told, I flipped through the pages, noting that none appeared to be torn out and all of my messy handwriting was still present.
“Yeah, this is definitely mine.”
Seto glanced down at the pages after a moment, “True; only you could write so terribly.”
“Oh come on!” I locked my right arm under his, with my notebook tucked tightly under my left arm, and proceeded to leave the way we came, “My handwriting doesn’t suck that much!” Seto’s cheeks seemed to be tinted a light rose color at this strange new situation, but he didn’t really make any motions to stop me and so I tried not to let on how nervous I truly was about touching him in such a friendly way.
- - -
Upon realizing that it was about eight o’clock, it was power-walking all the way to campus. We got there just as the sprint bell rang, though we were out of breath and probably looked like imbeciles.
“Yeah! Right on time! We kick so much ass!” I began a victory march up to the double doors, but again, that same strong hand came to stop me, “What now, Seto?” I raised my brow as I noticed that Seto was twitching, his lips curling up in an attempt not to. . . laugh?
“Well,” He snickered, in a sort of insane kind of way, “I don’t know about you,” Another bit of laughing, “But I need my schoolbooks in order to get through my classes.” With this, he bent over, with his hands resting on his knees as he stifled his fit of giggles.
We had forgotten our book-bags completely, “Well, Mr. Kaiba, what do you propose we do?” He was still laughing, “What the fuck is so funny?”
“Well, we got ready early, got harassed by that jackass, took off like bats out of hell to a fucking karaoke bar, managed to get in there more than two hours early, got the notebook, hauled ass to school, only to realize that we have to go back and get our books!” By this point, I couldn’t tell if he was laughing so hard that he was tearing up, or if he was crying. After all, Seto Kaiba was never late, and he was always prepared for class. The teachers would probably think that he had been in some horrible accident. . . and being that he was supposed to be staying with me that weekend, rumors would likely arise. Oh boy. . .
“So, Seto, you’re saying we have to go all the way back to my apartment for our books?” He nodded and sighed, wiping his eyes and choking out another laugh before turning back around. I followed him willingly, looking at his ass the whole, long way.
The walk back wasn’t so bad; Seto was going on about Kaiba Corporation or something like that and some of the things he had been working on lately. I suppose that I should have been listening, but Seto was beginning to sweat a little from the constant movement, and the sweat beading up on him was gorgeous. I was trying to imagine how he would look naked and wet. I’d have to ‘accidentally’ walk in on him when he showered.
Then I remembered his scars. Those frightening, mysterious scars that laced the flesh of his back, similar to those on his wrists. . . but so different at the same time. Surely Seto couldn’t have created them himself, like he could have created the slices on his wrists. The puzzle pieces were becoming microscopic fragments to be put together to make a complete picture the size of the sun. Impossible. Could Seto Kaiba’s life really be too complicated for me to understand?
“Are you listening?” Seto’s tenor voice snapped me from my wondering.
“Yes.”
“Really?”
< br> “No.”
“Stupid mutt.”
“Sorry.”
“What are you daydreaming about?”
“You.” God dammit! Open mouth, insert foot.
Seto stopped walking, “Jounouchi, go out with Anzu.”
“What?”
“Go out with Anzu, or Mai, or. . . a girl. . . or a boy. . .”
“What the hell are you trying to say?” I stood within inches of him, my heart beating rapidly against my chest, and I couldn’t tell if it was anger at what he was saying or if it was fear of what he might say next.
“Go out with anyone. . . but don’t even bother going after me.” He glared, but it was half-hearted, “Only a fool goes for a slut.”
“What?” Had it not meant death, my heart would have ceased all functions, “What do you mean by that?” His glare faded and those blue eyes looked so sad. We were standing in the park, which was part of a shortcut to my apartment. It was relatively deserted, being schooltime and all.
“Only a fool goes for a slut.”
“You aren’t a slut!” I slapped him hard across his cheek, turning his head to the side. Instantly, his right hand flew up to nurse it.
“Why did you-”
“DON’T YOU EVER SAY THAT ABOUT YOURSELF!” My anger was blind, and I didn’t know what I was saying anymore. Words were flying out of my mouth at a mile a minute, and there was no doubt in my mind that I meant every bit of it. . . but was it really alright to speak without thought? Ah hell, probably too late to really be worrying about that. My life was built on saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, “I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN YOUR PAST, BUT NO MATTER WHAT, YOU AREN’T A FUCKING SLUT, AND I WON’T LET YOU FUCKING TALK ABOUT YOURSELF LIKE THAT!”
Seto took a step back from me, his eyes wide in either shock or fear, I really couldn’t tell anymore. However, that strange expression was soon replaced by a scowl, “That’s right! You don’t know anything! I was a fucking slut! I let my own step fathers’ business associates f. . . f. . .” He shook and fell to his knees. . . and I was right there with him, grabbing his arms and staring him in the eye.
“No! You aren’t a slut! You never will be! It isn’t your fault that you’re thin, and hot, and sexy, and gorgeous! It isn’t your fault that you have the most beautiful eyes on the face of the planet, or that you’re absolutely adorable when you laugh! It isn’t your fault that you’re pretty when you cry!” I stopped suddenly, watching as silent tears cascaded down his cheeks. His chestnut bangs fell in his face, hiding his sapphires from view.
The rest of the way was silent, as well as the entire trip back to school. Seto didn’t once look at me, not that I could tell anyways, even after his tears had long since dried up.
- - -
Our principal was extremely relieved to see that the rumors of Seto getting murdered by me weren’t true (told you), and was quick to allow us into our classes. I could already tell that the remainder of the day was going to be odd. Something in me felt ungodly guilty. . . while another part of me was highly pissed and out for some sort of revenge. It was still our first class; Ms. Asuka’s class. . . the place where this whole ordeal began. We were only about fifteen minutes late, and so we had only missed going over homework.
“I’m glad to see that the two of you could make it! I hope that you have been getting along well during your first weekend together! Take your seats and get out your homework so that I can check you off for completion.”
As I sat, I gazed around the room at my classmates. Though it had only been two days, it felt more like two decades, and for some reason unknown to me, I felt very distant. I turned to my friends to study them.
Yami no Yuugi seemed to have acquired some strange cuts on his hands, and a rather long one on the side of his neck where his collar bone was. There was no doubt that they had been the work of Yami no Bakura, who appeared to have his own set of wounds.
Yuugi, who had been paired up with a student in our class named Murata, seemed bright and chipper just like any other day.
Anzu, who happened to be staring all lust-like at Yuugi, looked relatively bored. He weekend probably sucked, being paired up with that preppy skank Kioko.
Then there was Honda, who really didn’t seem as happy as I thought he would be. He must not have deflowered poor Ryou yet. Ryou, who sat next to Honda, looked calm and peaceful, as was usual for him. Yeah, definitely still a little virgin.
I even dared to let my eyes trail to the back of the room, where my blue-eyed beauty sat, his eyes glued straight ahead, before eerily moving to lock with my own. Seto was quick to avert his gaze and attempt to look busy by shuffling through some papers.
Oh yeah, today would prove to be a very, very long day. . .
- - -
- - -
As far as I know, the night went without incident. I didn’t awaken to any random beats from my bed-mate, which, by the way, it surprised me that he even agreed to stay in my bed again, but whatever. I figured that maybe he felt safe with someone so close. . . but did he trust me? He faced me as he slept, and I woke up two or three times on my own. Only once did I hear even the slightest of whimpers from him. Other than that, there was nothing. Perhaps his medications were beginning to work.
Each time I awoke, returning to my slumber was a difficult task. My mind always became entrapped with thoughts of that notebook. A part of me screamed to go to that building at that very moment to try and retrieve the lost item at any cost. . . but another part of me, the logical part maybe, told me to sleep and take care of it in the morning.
Then there was Seto.
How was I to possible go and search for the book if Seto was here with me? How on Earth would I break it to him? Oh yeah, I could just imagine the conversation;
“Hey Seto, you’ll never guess what I did.”
“What?”
“Haha, I totally left your life story sitting on the table for everyone to read. But don’t worry; if the press finds out, only the whole world will know.”
Oh yeah, that would blow over real well. The next time I consider suicide, I’ll think about it. However, there really didn’t seem to be away around it. He would find out sooner or later anyways, and if I were to tell him, perhaps he would trust me a bit more than if I were to lie to him and allow him to just find out on his own. He’d be pissed either way, but hey, maybe he would hate me and trust me at the same time. Can’t beat that with a stick.
The last time I saw on the clock was 5:00 in the morning. It seemed as though I had barely closed my eyes before my alarm blared out, making my ears ring. The alarm? Fuck! It was Monday! How the fuck was I supposed to get that book if I had to attend those stupid classes? Like I’ve said a million times over; logic just isn’t my thing. I had to tell Seto.
I sat up and looked to my right, but found the bed to be empty. Okay, so he was either pissing, cooking. . . or he had run away. I really don’t think Seto would randomly run away like that, and he didn’t seem like much of a cook (though that pizza was rather delicious), so it must have been pissing. I swung my feet over the edge, digging my toes into the carpet and glancing around the room in a bored manner.
I have never dove under the covers so fast in my life. The sun hadn’t quite reached the horizon yet, and so my room was cast in shadows. In the far corner of my room, two eerie sapphires burned holes into me, pale skin glowing in a supernatural manner.
“Did I scare you?” I could hear him chuckling in amusement.
I poked my head out from under the sheets, “Is that what you were aiming for? If so, you got what you wanted.”
“I wasn’t trying to, but it sure as hell was funny.” I saw now what was casting the glow on his features. His laptop sat on his thighs, lighting him up in a strange way. . . a strange way that was frighteningly beautiful. “I’m working on my project a bit more, I’ve been kind of slacking on it. I was looking for your notebook to sneak a peek at what you’ve written about me, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. I was with you all night and never saw you hide it; you’re sneaky, Jounouchi.”
I laughed nervously and rubbed the back of my head, pacing slowly towards my closet to retrieve the dreaded spare school uniform (we had to have more than one so that we wouldn’t wear the same one. Not to mention, I still hadn’t washed the one I wore to bed Friday night.). “Uh, yeah, I’m pretty good at hiding things.”
“Where is it?” I couldn’t see him as I pulled the garments off the hangers, but I just knew that he was glaring, his lips curved at the ends to show his frustration.
“I. . . don’t. . . know. . .” As I spoke, my voice faded until I wasn’t sure if I was even making sound at all.
“What did you say?” There was a slight shuffling noise as Seto rose to his feet.
“I said I don’t know!” I spun on my heels, and came to see that Seto had moved within a yard of me, his face red-hot with anger.
“What the fuck do you mean?!”
“I left it at the fucking karaoke place! We were in such a fucking hurry to leave that I-”
“You can’t be fucking serious!” Seto gripped the collar of my pajamas, giving me a rough shake, “How could you fucking do this, you fucking son of a fucking bitch!”
“Get the fuck off of me!” I pushed him with all the force I had within me, sending him stumbling backwards until he fell ungracefully on his ass. He seemed a bit stunned, but quickly returned to glaring. . . from his position on the floor, that is. “Look,” I bent over to stare down into his eyes, “If you want to get it back before someone gets ahold of it, you’re going to have to settle the fuck down and help me.”
That gorgeous brunette shook with fury, but the way he huffed showed that he knew I was right. I extended a hand to offer him help up, and he took it hesitantly. His hand was soft, his slender fingers felt like silk. I held onto his hand, even after he was on his feet again, and he was quick to yank it away.
“Freak.”
It hurt when he said that, and I wondered if he knew. . . or cared.
- - -
I made biscuits, bacon, and eggs for breakfast, and we devoured them at lightning speed, which was sure to give us indigestion from Hell later that day. The idea we had come up with was to get ready quickly and head out early. We would stop by the restaurant, hopefully find the book, and then be on our merry way to class.
Of course, we had to remember Murphy’s law: Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. . . or that was the gist of it, anyways. Whenever you really need something to happen, it doesn’t. The moment we set foot in the parking lot of my apartment complex, Seto froze mid-step, and I could only guess at what lay before us. Sure enough, I had guessed well.
Just across the way, there was a glistening, black, PT Cruiser waiting for us. The owner of the automobile stood beside the drivers door, leaning against the window casually.
“Saki.” I spoke the name like a Christian would speak of Satan during Christmas mass.
“I’m glad you remember me.”
“Leave us alone, you sick fuck, we have places to be.”
“Oh? Where are you going? You both look a bit distressed.” His gaze shifted to Seto, who remained motionless, “Seto-koi, I can make you feel better. I can help you, love.”
Seto whimpered almost inaudibly, and so I decided to speak up in his place, “We’re trying to find something, and we don’t need your help. If you want to help so badly, however, you can do so by leaving and never coming back.” Again Seto whimpered, and this time I wondered why.
“Looking for something, eh? What if I told you that I had the item you were looking for?” Saki stood to his full, towering height, “Come here, Seto, and I’ll give you what you’re searching for.”
As though under the control of some wild hypnosis, the Kaiba began to step forward, but I hastily clasped my fingers around his left wrist and held him tightly, “It’s a trick, Seto! He doesn’t know what we’re after!” Saki’s brows furrowed as I smirked, “If he had what he wanted, then he would be able to tell us what exactly it is!”
Saki was a freak, but he was a smart freak. He knew that he wasn’t going to be winning this one the moment that Seto stepped away again, whimpering just like before. The raven-haired man slung open the door, sliding in and slamming it shut, obviously pissed off. However, when he leaned his head out of the window he had rolled down, his expression was gentle, “I love you, Seto, and I will never stop loving you.” He sped away in a heartbeat and Seto let out a long-held breath.
“It’s alright, Seto, he’s gone.”
“N-no shit, Katsuya.” The shaking in his voice. . . did Saki really frighten him that much? “It’s already 7:30. We need to be at school before 8:30. We need to get going.” He was monotone now, very unlike him and rather unfitting for such a lovely tenor voice.
“You’re right. I hope it’s open at this hour.” The two of us stood in silence, having not really thought about that before, before hauling ass down the route we had taken just the day before.
- - -
The normally bustling street was dead, which certainly wasn’t a very good sign. We had arrived at the bar only to find that the hours were from ten in the morning until midnight. Had he not been trying to keep his cool composure, Seto may have wailed out loud; Hell, I may have even thrown a wild fit! That’s when we heard some clatter from inside. A man was in the building, he appeared to work there, and he tilted his head at us before proceeding to unlock the doors.
“I’m sorry, gentlemen, but we don’t open until ten. It’s only 7:45.” It was an older man, possibly in his late forties. His forehead was stuck in a permanent wrinkle, while his mouth seemed to be frozen in a smile.
“What are you doing here so early, then?” Seto folded his arms and glared down at the poor man, who did his best not to slink back in intimidation.
“Well, young man, I happen to be the owner of this facility. Now I must ask; what brings the two of you here so early in the morning, and on a school day at that! Surely you aren’t above high school or college age.”
“We’re here,” I began, before Seto could annoy him further, “Because last night, we accidentally left something behind. You see, there was a slight incident in which we had to leave in a rush, and in our hurry, we left something behind by mistake.” I could barely hear Seto mutter something about the way I was speaking being so different from usual, and he was definitely right.
“Well, young man, chances are the item that you lost is not longer here. It was either picked up by someone else or thrown away by a janitor.
“It was a notebook and it had a shit-load of really personal information in it for a school project in it! We absolutely must get it back!”
“Oh! So you must be the boys that caused quite a bit of commotion last night!”
Seto seemed strangely interested in everything but the current situation all of a sudden.
The old man held the door open and stood aside, “I believe that I was notified of you leaving something behind. Let’s see if we can locate it.” As we passed by him, I could see him smiling pitifully at Seto. He must have found it and read it. He simply must have.
The owner led us to one of the backrooms, the break room maybe? There were a few tables as well as soda machines. With the flip of a switch, the room was illuminated and the object of our search lay innocently on the tabletop in the farthest corner.
“You do have it!” I lunged for the notebook as if my very life depended on it. . . and perhaps it did, with Seto’s privacy being on the line and all. My knuckles went white as I clutched it tightly in my hands, staring at it intensely as I returned to my partners (should I really be calling him that?) side.
“Well,” The owner began, smiling oddly, “I guess we still had it after all.” I attempted to leave, but Seto grasped my shoulder.
“Wait, make sure it’s the right notebook.” All the while, those deep blue eyes kept a stern watch over this all-too-friendly man. As told, I flipped through the pages, noting that none appeared to be torn out and all of my messy handwriting was still present.
“Yeah, this is definitely mine.”
Seto glanced down at the pages after a moment, “True; only you could write so terribly.”
“Oh come on!” I locked my right arm under his, with my notebook tucked tightly under my left arm, and proceeded to leave the way we came, “My handwriting doesn’t suck that much!” Seto’s cheeks seemed to be tinted a light rose color at this strange new situation, but he didn’t really make any motions to stop me and so I tried not to let on how nervous I truly was about touching him in such a friendly way.
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Upon realizing that it was about eight o’clock, it was power-walking all the way to campus. We got there just as the sprint bell rang, though we were out of breath and probably looked like imbeciles.
“Yeah! Right on time! We kick so much ass!” I began a victory march up to the double doors, but again, that same strong hand came to stop me, “What now, Seto?” I raised my brow as I noticed that Seto was twitching, his lips curling up in an attempt not to. . . laugh?
“Well,” He snickered, in a sort of insane kind of way, “I don’t know about you,” Another bit of laughing, “But I need my schoolbooks in order to get through my classes.” With this, he bent over, with his hands resting on his knees as he stifled his fit of giggles.
We had forgotten our book-bags completely, “Well, Mr. Kaiba, what do you propose we do?” He was still laughing, “What the fuck is so funny?”
“Well, we got ready early, got harassed by that jackass, took off like bats out of hell to a fucking karaoke bar, managed to get in there more than two hours early, got the notebook, hauled ass to school, only to realize that we have to go back and get our books!” By this point, I couldn’t tell if he was laughing so hard that he was tearing up, or if he was crying. After all, Seto Kaiba was never late, and he was always prepared for class. The teachers would probably think that he had been in some horrible accident. . . and being that he was supposed to be staying with me that weekend, rumors would likely arise. Oh boy. . .
“So, Seto, you’re saying we have to go all the way back to my apartment for our books?” He nodded and sighed, wiping his eyes and choking out another laugh before turning back around. I followed him willingly, looking at his ass the whole, long way.
The walk back wasn’t so bad; Seto was going on about Kaiba Corporation or something like that and some of the things he had been working on lately. I suppose that I should have been listening, but Seto was beginning to sweat a little from the constant movement, and the sweat beading up on him was gorgeous. I was trying to imagine how he would look naked and wet. I’d have to ‘accidentally’ walk in on him when he showered.
Then I remembered his scars. Those frightening, mysterious scars that laced the flesh of his back, similar to those on his wrists. . . but so different at the same time. Surely Seto couldn’t have created them himself, like he could have created the slices on his wrists. The puzzle pieces were becoming microscopic fragments to be put together to make a complete picture the size of the sun. Impossible. Could Seto Kaiba’s life really be too complicated for me to understand?
“Are you listening?” Seto’s tenor voice snapped me from my wondering.
“Yes.”
“Really?”
< br> “No.”
“Stupid mutt.”
“Sorry.”
“What are you daydreaming about?”
“You.” God dammit! Open mouth, insert foot.
Seto stopped walking, “Jounouchi, go out with Anzu.”
“What?”
“Go out with Anzu, or Mai, or. . . a girl. . . or a boy. . .”
“What the hell are you trying to say?” I stood within inches of him, my heart beating rapidly against my chest, and I couldn’t tell if it was anger at what he was saying or if it was fear of what he might say next.
“Go out with anyone. . . but don’t even bother going after me.” He glared, but it was half-hearted, “Only a fool goes for a slut.”
“What?” Had it not meant death, my heart would have ceased all functions, “What do you mean by that?” His glare faded and those blue eyes looked so sad. We were standing in the park, which was part of a shortcut to my apartment. It was relatively deserted, being schooltime and all.
“Only a fool goes for a slut.”
“You aren’t a slut!” I slapped him hard across his cheek, turning his head to the side. Instantly, his right hand flew up to nurse it.
“Why did you-”
“DON’T YOU EVER SAY THAT ABOUT YOURSELF!” My anger was blind, and I didn’t know what I was saying anymore. Words were flying out of my mouth at a mile a minute, and there was no doubt in my mind that I meant every bit of it. . . but was it really alright to speak without thought? Ah hell, probably too late to really be worrying about that. My life was built on saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, “I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN YOUR PAST, BUT NO MATTER WHAT, YOU AREN’T A FUCKING SLUT, AND I WON’T LET YOU FUCKING TALK ABOUT YOURSELF LIKE THAT!”
Seto took a step back from me, his eyes wide in either shock or fear, I really couldn’t tell anymore. However, that strange expression was soon replaced by a scowl, “That’s right! You don’t know anything! I was a fucking slut! I let my own step fathers’ business associates f. . . f. . .” He shook and fell to his knees. . . and I was right there with him, grabbing his arms and staring him in the eye.
“No! You aren’t a slut! You never will be! It isn’t your fault that you’re thin, and hot, and sexy, and gorgeous! It isn’t your fault that you have the most beautiful eyes on the face of the planet, or that you’re absolutely adorable when you laugh! It isn’t your fault that you’re pretty when you cry!” I stopped suddenly, watching as silent tears cascaded down his cheeks. His chestnut bangs fell in his face, hiding his sapphires from view.
The rest of the way was silent, as well as the entire trip back to school. Seto didn’t once look at me, not that I could tell anyways, even after his tears had long since dried up.
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Our principal was extremely relieved to see that the rumors of Seto getting murdered by me weren’t true (told you), and was quick to allow us into our classes. I could already tell that the remainder of the day was going to be odd. Something in me felt ungodly guilty. . . while another part of me was highly pissed and out for some sort of revenge. It was still our first class; Ms. Asuka’s class. . . the place where this whole ordeal began. We were only about fifteen minutes late, and so we had only missed going over homework.
“I’m glad to see that the two of you could make it! I hope that you have been getting along well during your first weekend together! Take your seats and get out your homework so that I can check you off for completion.”
As I sat, I gazed around the room at my classmates. Though it had only been two days, it felt more like two decades, and for some reason unknown to me, I felt very distant. I turned to my friends to study them.
Yami no Yuugi seemed to have acquired some strange cuts on his hands, and a rather long one on the side of his neck where his collar bone was. There was no doubt that they had been the work of Yami no Bakura, who appeared to have his own set of wounds.
Yuugi, who had been paired up with a student in our class named Murata, seemed bright and chipper just like any other day.
Anzu, who happened to be staring all lust-like at Yuugi, looked relatively bored. He weekend probably sucked, being paired up with that preppy skank Kioko.
Then there was Honda, who really didn’t seem as happy as I thought he would be. He must not have deflowered poor Ryou yet. Ryou, who sat next to Honda, looked calm and peaceful, as was usual for him. Yeah, definitely still a little virgin.
I even dared to let my eyes trail to the back of the room, where my blue-eyed beauty sat, his eyes glued straight ahead, before eerily moving to lock with my own. Seto was quick to avert his gaze and attempt to look busy by shuffling through some papers.
Oh yeah, today would prove to be a very, very long day. . .
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