Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes ❯ Day Three: Back to School ( Chapter 11 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Behind Blue Eyes

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I was immediately reminded of Friday morning. It was Ms. Asuka’s class all over again, all of the students looking like their lives were going to end within moments. I propped my head up with my right arm, shooting another look back at Seto to see if he were looking back at me; which he wasn’t. Seto seemed preoccupied with whatever the hell he was writing. Did I ever say what class Ms. Asuka’s class was? It was English. . . ick. I was so awful at English, which is why I worried about the project even more. The material was magnificent and the story of Seto Kaiba’s life was bound to attract attention, but. . . my writing skills were anything but wonderful.

The teacher passed by my desk, glancing over the page of homework I had laid out for her to make note of. She smiled down at me over her grade book, “I see that Mr. Kaiba’s work ethic has rubbed off on you. Keep up the work, Mr. Jounouchi.” With that, she moved on to the next student.

Expecting some sort of reaction from that blue eyed beauty, I turned slightly to catch him in the corner of my eye. . . but still, he continued writing. At first I thought that perhaps he hadn’t finished his homework, but as Ms. Asuka came to him, he showed her a different paper, and then continued his work. My curiosity fell the moment it rose. Chances are, he wasn’t going to show me what he was writing.

This totally sucked. Finally I thought that we were getting closer. . . and then he goes all quiet. Was it something that I said? Let’s see. . . we were crossing through the park, and he had a breakdown about. . . about. . .


“Only a fool goes for a slut.”

Oh yeah. He had called himself a slut and I hit him. . . I guess it upset him, which is pretty understandable. I would have to apologize for that later. What still confused me is, why in the hell would he call himself a slut? It’s not like he let anyone fuck him. . .

“That’s right! You don’t know anything! I was a fucking slut! I let my own step fathers’ business associates f. . . f. . .”

I must have visibly straightened in my chair, judging by the startled looks I received. Impossible. Was he trying to tell me that he let his fathers’ business associates fuck him? That couldn’t be! No, Seto wouldn’t do something like that. Seto said that he killed Gozaburo when he was sixteen. . . what kind of hell did he go through?

I had to ask him as soon as I possibly could, but seeing as the class had only just begun when we had walked in, there was still about an hour and fifteen minutes left of class. Quickly, I ripped a sheet of scrap paper from my homework notebook and snatched up my pencil. Now for that difficult task called thinking. I needed something short and sweet that would get the point across, but not reveal anything should Ms. Asuka confiscate it.

A lightbulb would have lit above my head had this been a cartoon. I swiftly jotted down the perfect sentence: “It wasn’t just Saki, was it.” More of a statement rather than a question. Then came the decision of how to get it to him. . . I chose the same method as I had just a few days before. I balled it up and chucked it at him.

The paper wad hit his right hand, knocking his pencil to his desk where it promptly rolled off and onto the floor. He glared at me, but there was something in those eyes instead of anger. . . it was almost playful. I guess that he found it humorous to do just as I did on Friday. . . or maybe I was just misreading emotions? After all, Seto Kaiba didn’t show emotion around other people. . . but. . . he showed it around me? What could that mean?

In much the same manner, and speed, as he had on that fateful day, he retrieved the note and flattened it out on his desk. His smirk faded shortly afterward and his eyes met mine. . . those sad, blue eyes. Seto jotted down a note of his own below mine and balled it back up. . . only to see Ms. Asuka standing beside his desk.

“My, my, I never expected to see the day when Seto Kaiba would get caught passing a note in class!” She put her hands on her hips, Seto’s eyes flicked to me and back to her, “Now then, stand up and read the note to the class.” With everyone’s attention on him, Seto stood slowly, held up the balled-up note. . .

. . . and put it in his mouth.

I’m positive that every pair of eyebrows disappeared under hair at that moment. They were practically gone for good when he starting chewing. . . and the look on Ms. Asuka’s face was absolutely priceless when Seto fought to swallow that paper wad.

“Seto Kaiba! Did you just. . . just. . .”

“Swallow the note?”

“Yes!”

“Absolutely, Sensei.”

“What on Earth are you thinking?!”

“I’m thinking that I can’t read a note that’s in my stomach.” The class began to laugh. Seto Kaiba had always been a clever boy, but not really in such a manner.

“Why would you eat that?!” Her hands were in the air now, absolutely stunned or outraged, or both, at her star student.

“Paper comes from trees, and trees are plants, and we eat plants that aren’t poisonous. . . I would say that it is perfectly safe. It did have a rather foul taste, but a sip of water ought to take care of that.”

“What did that note say?”
“Something that was worth swallowing so you wouldn’t read it.” With that he smiled and took his seat once more.

The class was in a stunned silence before the snickering from one student triggered a mass of laughter that spread like some sort of rampant disease. I didn’t join in on the laughing, but I had a grin that stretched across the entirety of my face. Seto smirked at me for a single second. So. . . he wasn’t angry with me then? Perhaps he just had to do some thinking.

I had read something on the internet about ‘trigger’ words, which are things that you say that can make someone with PTSD relive and event. That explained his random ‘switches.’ Apparently he saw someone from his past rather than me, and so he didn’t see what I was doing to him. . . he saw something that had already happened. . . how confusing.

Ms. Asuka shook with annoyance, but she did have a slight smile. Anyone would have to admit that Seto was clever as hell. He also had a strange sense of humor that couldn’t be matched. His smug look used to make my blood boil; but now it seemed so cute. When I started crushing on Seto, I’ll never know. It turned from lust to crush without me noticing. . . but that was alright, except for the fact that Seto didn’t seem to like the idea of it.

I had hated Seto with a passion at one time. I mean, I would admit openly that Seto had a totally fuckable body, but I only wanted to ride his ass and then move on with life. Now, I wanted more than that. I wanted to touch his hair and wrap my arms around him and feel his soft lips on my own. . .

“Jounouchi Katsuya!” Ms. Asuka yelled at me as though it were for the fifth time. . . or maybe it was the fifth time. . . I had been daydreaming, after all.

“What? Oh, uh, yes?” I stammered and some kids behind me giggled. My eyes were torn from the object of my affections and onto that wretched woman who Seto had outfoxed.

“What did that note say?” She stood over me as though I was supposed to fear her or something.

“Maybe we can do an X-ray on his stomach and find out.” I pointed at Kaiba with my thumb and flashed her a cat-like grin. Once more, the class broke out into a fit of laughter.

“What is with you two? I can see Katsuya doing something like this, but you, Mr. Kaiba, have certainly surprised me today!”

“What can I say? I’m a man of many surprises.” Seto shrugged, closing his eyes for a moment and then winking at the teacher, who blushed.

“M-Mr. Kaiba! What has gotten into you?”

“No one recently. . . oh, you meant my attitude?” Okay, so even my eyes shot open at that one. I coughed on the spit I had been swallowing during that moment. He did seem to be acting strangely. Seto smiled at our reactions, “What can I say? I haven’t been to work all weekend except for the bit I have done on my laptop and I’ve had so much sleep that I don’t know what to do with myself. I guess I’m just in a lovely mood. This project is such a marvelous thing. Did a brilliant woman such as yourself come up with it?” He propped his chin up with his arm as he leaned over the desk, those alluring blue eyes staring up at our teacher. He was trying to calm her down so we wouldn’t get punished, I guess.

“Are you trying to flirt with me so I won’t send you to the office?” Her face was flushed a bright red, and she had averted her attention elsewhere to keep from making eye contact.

“Yes.” He stated plainly, “Is it working?”

She huffed a bit and made her way back to her desk, “How was everyone’s weekend?” Seto leaned back in his chair. Yet another victory for the cunning Kaiba.

Yami no Yuugi groaned loudly, “Other than the fact that it was a constant death-match, I’d say things went rather smoothly.” He cast a side-glance at Bakura, whose smirk told the story on its own. Ms. Asuka seemed a bit taken aback, but obviously didn’t take him literally. . . which she should have.

Anzu giggled in that annoying way of hers, “I got to know Kioko very well, and she’s so much cooler than I first expected! We have a lot of the same interests!” Kioko, her partner, smiled a fake smile. Apparently she didn’t appreciate Anzu’s company as much as the brunette let on.

I yawned and figured that I ought to throw in my two cents, “Kaiba and I have been decent with each other, and our projects are pretty far along. There’s a lot more to the great Seto Kaiba than anyone in the world could have imagined.” Along with the eyes of my other classmates, I could feel Seto’s sapphires digging a hole into me.

“Oh really?” Ms. Asuka seemed interested now, “Like what?”

“You’ll find out when I turn my project in.” I turned and looked at Kaiba, whose eyes were downcast. I guess that he was still worried about me putting those things in my paper. If I didn’t, what would I write? Would I write about the life that everyone thinks he has? No way in hell!

Ms. Asuka looked a bit disappointed, with good reason of course, as she flipped through some of the papers on her desk, “Everyone, get out your project packets and a pen. There have been some changes made.” The sound of shuffling papers was heard as we all whipped out that novel she had called our project packet, “Rather than the cookout and ropes course at the park on Saturday, we’re going to have a cookout and pool part at the swimming complex in the Tsuki no Ao neighborhood. If any of you need directions, please raise your hand and I will give you a handout.”

A pool party, eh? Sounds interesting. Wait. . . pool part. . . that means bathing suits. . . that means Seto with no shirt on. . . I looked back at my sexy partner, noticing how abnormally large his eyes were at that moment. Seto looked back at me, our eyes locking for a mere moment before he cleared his throat loudly.

“Ms. Asuka.”

“Yes, Seto?”

“Will all students be required to dress for swimming?”

“Yes. Because we aren’t requiring the ropes course, you will receive a participation grade by dressing in your trunks, Seto! I’m sure all of the girls will be pleased; you have nothing to worry about!” Her smile was huge and ridiculous and she seemed so fangirlish it was scary.

The CEO visibly slumped down in his chair, his expression was that of dread. I really couldn’t blame him, though. His wrists and back were decorated with shameful scars that would attract a lot of negative attention. I could just see it now; poor Seto surrounded by worried and bickering girls from our senior class.

“Alright then! Does anyone else need directions?” There was silence. “Are there anymore questions?” Still silence. “Okay, we’ll just begin today’s lesson! Since we’re working on biographies, I’ll show you some examples of good paragraphs and bad paragraphs! Then, we’ll work on some grammar and spelling and last we’ll work on making your paper flow!”

As that annoying woman began to babble on endlessly, I pulled out another sheet of paper, scribbling down a note to Seto: What are you going to do? Trying to be as discreet as possible, I folded it neatly into a small square and dropped it to the floor, kicking it back in his direction with the heal of my shoe. I glanced back quickly to see him reach down and retrieve it. As he read and, probably, replied to my note, I kept my eyes ahead, pretending to pay attention to Ms. Asuka and her example paragraphs on the overhead up front. There was the small sound of paper dropping onto the floor and then another light noise as he likely kicked it in the same manner I had.

Quickly, I retrieved the letter and, after making sure I wasn’t being watched, I opened it.

I’m not really sure. I guess I’ll just take a zero for that grade. An A on this project just isn’t worth showing my ugly body.

His body was anything but ugly. It would be almost sad to see the genius Seto Kaiba make less than perfect on the final project of his schooling career, but it also made a lot of sense, I mean-

“Jounouchi Katsuya!”

Ah, fuck.

“Are you passing notes again??” She was over at my desk in a hurry, the lights still out due to the fact that she was using the overhead. I crumpled the paper up and glanced at Seto. “Alright, Jounouchi, hand it over immediately.” She held her hand out and I had to swallow a laugh as Seto made motions of throwing a paper in his mouth, chewing, and swallowing. . . he was suggesting that I do the same; however, when I moved the paper towards my mouth, she snatched it from my hand and took off towards the front of the room.

“Hey give that back! You can’t read it!” I jumped from my seat, prepared to chase her down.

“You don’t need to be passing notes in. . . . . class. . .” Seto had quickly stood before her, towering high above her head, his thin hand at the same level as her eyes.

“Would you like to return that to me? You would like to continue working in this city, right?” His dark blue eyes seemed to glow by the faint light of that noisy machine at the front of the class. Seeing this made me remember just what kind of person he was. . . or rather, the kind of person he wanted others to see. This wasn’t the true Seto Kaiba, but a mask in order to hide his past. He was one of the richest men in the city and he was extremely influential. It was almost as though the room grew colder along with his eyes.

Ms. Asuka looked like she was under hypnosis as she handed the waded paper back to Seto, who smiled wickedly as he clenched his fist around it. He turned around slowly, locking eyes with me, before popping this note into his mouth in the same manner as he had done the other. “Jounouchi.” His beautiful tenor voice rang through my ears, making my heart skip a beat in excitement, “If I have to eat one more note today, I’m going to kick your ass. Leave me alone.”

My chest began to burn, but a certain glint in his eyes told me that this was a trick, a way to ensure that no one would think anything had changed between us. . . I didn’t like it, but as long as he wasn’t serious, then that would be alright.

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After what seemed like a million lifetimes, the bell finally rang and released us to our next class. I would be going to my history class, which was a class that I didn’t have with Seto. I did meet up with him during the break though.

“Do you have lead poisoning yet?”

“Pencils have graphite, dipshit.”

“Do you have graphite poisoning yet?” I kept the same, stupid grin on my face.

He huffed a little bit to keep from laughing. If he laughed here, they would all think he was on crack or something, “Anyways, we shouldn’t do that note thing anymore; it obviously isn’t very affective.” He pulled a book from his locker. Apparently Seto was heading over to Chemistry.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Well, I’ll see you during math class then!” I turned to leave, trying my best not to attract any attention from my fellow students.

“Actually, Jounouchi, I was wanting to ask you something. . .” When I faced him, he had his head facing away from mine, “Will you, perhaps, sit with me at lunch today? You don’t have to, considering you have friends and all. . . I mean, oh never mind. I’m being so weird.”

I laid my hand on his shoulder and smiled as he looked over at me, “I’d be honored to have lunch with the great Seto Kaiba.” Seto smiled slightly before shutting his locked and leaving for his geeky science class.

I found myself looking forward to lunch.

The sprint bell chimed loudly and so I picked up my pace a bit in order to reach my history class on time. The final bell rang the moment I plopped down into my seat and slung my bookbag onto the floor.

Mr. Shibuya shut the door and pushed his glasses up on his nose, “Alright, everyone take out your homework.”

For like, the fifth time that year I, Jounouchi Katsuya, did all of my homework without copying it from the smart chick next to me right before class. All thanks to Seto this time. Seto. . . this class was always fucking boring, but now that I had something to look forward to right after this class, it was going to drag on even slower. Of course, there was always that technique that I had used during math class on Friday. I could just think of my sweet Seto in various compromising positions and time would fly right by!

Then again, after everything Seto had told me, wouldn’t thinking about such things make me just like all of those that had hurt them? My mind wandered to Saki. The power that he had over Seto was frightening. To think that I had been compared to him in Seto’s mind was unbearable. I needed to be kind to Seto and be as completely unsexual towards him as I possibly could. . . then again, just thinking dirty thoughts about the gorgeous brunette couldn’t hurt. . . right?

Mr. Shibuya passed by my desk, glancing over my homework and putting a little check in his grade book, “Very good Mr. Jounouchi. It’s nice to see you doing your work for a change.” With that, and a glare from me, he moved on to the next student.

Interrupting my thoughts should be a crime. Anyways, where was I? Ah yes, Seto Kaiba. The image of him popped into my mind, and of all the outfits I had seen him in, his battle city outfit came to mind. The way his large, white coat seemed to defy every law of gravity, showing off his long, beautiful legs, which were defined by tight leather pants. Then the fact that the coat was shaped to fit his feminine form. He had the classic hour-glass shape that would have most women jealous. His waist was small and his hips were only slightly larger, making his ass that much more cute. Then the way he stood. Seto was known for standing rather bent, with his hips out in front of him as he leaned back slightly. He looked intimidating and yet so. . .

“What is the answer, Jounouchi?”

“. . . fuckable. . .” The students around me shot me shocked looked and my teacher’s eyes grew wide.

“What was that, Jounouchi?”

“Ah, sorry. What was the question?”

“Please don’t daydream during class. You need to pay more attention. I was asking for the answer to number eight on your homework.”

I glanced down at my paper, “Um. . . the Edo era.”

“Very good!” He smiled and continued.

Ugh, interrupting me and making me say that out loud. It always seemed to end up in such a manner. The moment a person started to daydream was always the moment that they were called on, even if they had been paying attention for everything before that. It really sucked.


Though, it was probably best. The last thing I needed was to get a hard on during class. How would I go about explaining that one?

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The torture of history class finally came to and end, and I was the first person to jet out the door. . . then again, I was always the first one out of the door. I hated history and I loved to eat! Today, however, was a special day. I would get to have lunch with Kaiba! But. . . what would my friends think? After all of that taunting on Friday about me having a crush on him and me denying it, what would they say? Well, either way, it was worth eating lunch with Seto, and I’m sure that they would understand and would totally approve of it. I had picked good friends.

I hit the lunch line while the wait was still short. I was in the pizza line. Yuugi and the other’s came up behind me.

“So,” Yuugi began, “I’m assuming that things are going extremely well between you two.” He winked and I scrunched up my face.

“Jounouchi,” Yami no Yuugi began, his expression completely serious, “Please tell me that the two of you didn’t make love.”

“What?! No way!” I threw my hands out in front of my at the rather blunt request. I knew that Yami no Yuugi and Seto had been lovers back in Egypt, and it never really bothered me until now. I felt a slight anger rise up within me as I eyed him up and down. He was Seto’s rival and not close to Seto in any way. I was closest to him right now, so there was nothing to worry about. . . right? I felt the need to add a little something, “Well, not yet anyways.”

The former Pharaoh’s eyes became blank and lifeless and I couldn’t help but laugh. We moved up as the line proceeded to get closer to the food.

I grinned at Honda, “So Honda, have you gotten lucky yet?” Honda turned ghost-white.

“What do you mean?” Ryou asked, his white brows arching in curiosity as he turned his gaze to Honda’s face.

“You’re so oblivious!” I put my hand to my head, “Ryou, come on, Ray Charles (AN: I know, I’m mean) could have seen from the very beginning that Honda wanted to get in your pants!” I think that Honda wanted to die right about then.
Ryou blushed and chuckled, closing his eyes, “Oh, I know; but I’m going to make him work for it.” Ryou had always been strange, but now he was pushing it. I think we all tried to pretend he hadn’t said that. . . except for Honda of course, who grinned like a fool.

My turn in line came up and I bought my boxed pizza, “You guys, I’m having lunch with Kaiba today. He invited me to sit with him.”

“Really?” Anzu asked in that annoying tone of hers, “That’s strange of him.”

“Well, he isn’t as much of a bastard as we all thought. I’ll talk to you guys later, alright?” I waved to them and they sent me off cheerfully.

I found Seto in the far corner of the cafeteria, sitting by himself with a book and a yogurt in front of him. The book in one hand and a plastic spoon in the other. It was almost as though he could feel my aura as I approached, because he looked up just in time to catch my smile. . .

. . . and just in time for me to catch his.

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