Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes ❯ Day Three: Stalker ( Chapter 12 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: kiokukaiba 
Jou finally admits his inner feelings to himself, but what if Seto doesn't feel the same way?
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 577 | Status: Work In Progress
Jou finally admits his inner feelings to himself, but what if Seto doesn't feel the same way?
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 577 | Status: Work In Progress
Behind Blue Eyes
- - -
His smile was short-lived, but no less beautiful than if it had lasted an eternity. It was almost worth sitting through history class and paying attention for a third of the time. . . almost. He averted his eyes back down to his novel, probably trying not to look so happy that I had kept to my word. It occurred to me just how lonely he must be. I mean, he plays such a cool character all the time, but doesn’t he ever get lonely being by himself so often? He sits alone, works alone. . . and practically lives alone, save for Mokuba, who Seto likely doesn’t spend a whole lot of time with. In the end, when the day is over and done and the sun has set, Seto is alone.
It made me sad, and I think my emotion showed as I came to stand by him.
“I take it that your previous class didn’t go so well?” He eyed me casually as I sat down, allowing for my pizza box to drop the short distance from my hands to the table with a satisfying ‘plop’.
“No! I’m in a great mood! I was just thinking about things, that’s all.” I flashed my trademark grin, ripping open the pizza box and taking a long whiff of the greasy aroma.
“That’s disgusting,” Seto informed me as he lay his book down on the table and scooped up some more yogurt, “That isn’t healthy, you know.”
“Neither is only eating a yogurt.” I bit into the cheesy goodness, smacking my lips loudly for some extra ‘ick’ factor. I glanced at his book, but made sure to swallow before speaking, “What are you reading?” I took another bite, chewing quietly this time so that I could hear his reply.
“This?” He lay his left hand on top of it, “Just your average novel. A romance novel. I’ve already read the thing about five times.” He slurped up some yogurt, which I think was strawberry flavored, and gulped it down, “Even with a library of my own, it’s still difficult to find a good read.”
“Let’s see it.” I made a move to retrieve it from him, but Seto slid the book out of my reach.
“Your hands are greasy.”
“Only my left hand.” Again I reached for it. This time, he pulled it to his chest. My hand gladly followed, perfectly willing to cop a feel of his body in a totally not-obvious manner, “Geez, Kaiba! You act like you’re reading smut or something.” Immediately his face turned a bright pink and he turned his face away from me. “Oh. . . my. . . God. . . no way, Seto. You’re reading porn!” His hand flew over my mouth.
“Shh!” A few students glanced over and cocked their heads at us, “You’re drawing unnecessary attention.” I licked his hand and he ripped it away.
“So tell me, Seto. . . is it gay smut?” I grinned and moved closer to him.
“New subject.” He finished off his yogurt and sat the spoon on the table.
“Yeah, fine, whatever. . .” I munched on my pizza for a bit, suffering in the awkward silence. . . well, as silent as it could get with the wild chatter from our peers that filled the room. I thought back to earlier, “Hey Kaiba?” He glanced over at me, sucking the yogurt off his spoon. . . I tried my best not to drool. . . “What were you writing this morning in Ms. Asuka’s class?”
Seto rolled his eyes, “The note to you that I wound up eating, you dumbass.” He took another mouthful of his food.
“No, I mean while she was checking homework.” I finished off my pizza and shoved the box aside to dispose of later.
“Oh. . . it’s nothing, really.” Apparently he had finished too, as he was looking longingly into his little yogurt cup. He was probably still hungry. . . skinny little thing. “I just write things sometimes.”
“Can I see?”
“No.”
“I bet you’re a great writer!”
“You don’t have the money to bet on anything right now.” He smirked, obviously trying to change the subject.
“You’re an asshole.” I let him do it. I would have to just go through his things later that night while he slept. . . I’d definitely find it.
“Yes, I am.” He stood, still holding his book tightly, and tossed out his empty yogurt cup. “Throw away that greasy cardboard and let’s go outside. It’s too noisy in here.”
As though hypnotized by his lovely tenor voice. . . which, might I add, would be great for a phone sex operator. . . I did as I was told without so much as a nod or a smile, and followed him out the door. I could feel the eyes of numerous jealous and confused students digging holes in my back as we left. It didn’t worry me though; they wouldn’t hurt me. I may be a pretty cool guy now, but I used to be a punk, and us street kids know how to lay someone out!
As I followed the brunet (AN: I took your advice! Thanks for correcting me!), my eyes trailed down the back of his body. His back was so small, not wide and manly, but more feminine than nature should allow. . . which is one reason why men loved him as well as women. His figure was beautiful. Down from his back was his waist, thin and absolutely perfect. Women would kill to have a waist like him. Then his hips; just the right shape for pulling him against my body as I fucked him up that pretty little ass. . . that ass, which was round and made for magnificent eye-candy. Yeah, I definitely wanted to get ahold of his pretty little ass. Then last, but not least by a long stretch, were his legs. His legs were long, and molded by a master sculptor. I could only mentally swoon as I imagined those beautiful appendages draped over my shoulders, his smooth, creamy hands twisting into the sheets as he tossed his head side to side, those shimmering blue eyes clenched tightly shut-
I snapped suddenly from my pleasurable daydream as I happened to walk smack into Kaiba, who had apparently stopped moving awhile before.
“What the hell, Jounouchi?!” He glared at me, recovering from a near-loss of balance. I instinctively grabbed his wrist in an attempt to keep him up, but he yanked it away. “What are you doing?!”
“Sorry! I was trying to keep you from falling!” I rubbed at the back of my head and he rolled his eyes, turning away, “I was daydreaming.”
“About what?”
“Oh, it’s nothing, really.” I said, mocking him from our previous conversation. Again, he rolled his eyes.
He took a seat. . . on the ground. . . under a tree. How awkward. I had always thought that the great Seto Kaiba was too good to sit on bare earth. “Your sitting in dirt.”
“No, there’s grass here. I come here a lot when the weather is nice. I can’t stand all that noise.” His face seemed so much softer just then, the way he seemed to be at peace and not so tightly wound like he usually was. The blue coloring of his eyes seemed to lighten as his hair was tossed by the gentle breeze. For that instant, I wanted to be the breeze. “You daydream a lot.”
“I thought we had already established that.” Though a bit reluctant, I took a seat next to him, our bodies close. I thought that I could hear him breathing. I wanted with all of my being to place my head against his chest to see if I made his heart beat faster, like his smile did to mine.
“I guess.” The blue-eyed beauty seemed to be looking somewhere far, far away, “I daydream sometimes.” It seemed as though he wanted to talk about it, and I felt like a therapist at that moment.
“What do you dream about?” I went along, curious as to what he might say.
“Lots of things. Mostly about how things would be different had different situations occurred in my life. Like, what kind of person I would be had my original parents not died. . . or what kind of person I would be if I had let Gozaburo live. . . or if I had went ahead and befriends you and Yuugi and the others. . .” His voice trailed off, signaling that he really hadn’t meant to say that last part. We had all known that he wanted to be in our group for a long time. Seto Kaiba was lonely, and only ever now and then would he actually let it come out in his voice.
He was at the top of the food chain, the top of the corporate world, the top of the salary range, and the top of beauty. . . but as they say, ‘it’s always lonely at the top’.
“You’re a good person, Seto. You shouldn’t worry about who you could have been, but who you can be. You can change whatever makes you unhappy, and become the person that you want to be. These past few days, I’ve learned so much about you, some good and some bad. . . but I’m beginning to understand what makes you who you are today. I had always thought that you were an asshole because you thought you were better than everyone else. . . and maybe that was the reason in the beginning. . . but in the end, I think that it was your hatred for the fact that we have friends and you don’t that made you act like an ass towards us.”
Seto flinched when I mentioned friends. “You make it sound like I’m some kind of pitiful loser.”
I tried to lean closer to him without him noticing, but he looked at the tiny gap between us, making sure we weren’t touching, “That’s not what I meant. . . anyways, you need to just work on showing people how you really are.”
“So that corporate men can walk all over me? There’s no way in hell! Right now, CEO’s shiver when they hear the name ‘Kaiba’. I am at the top of the corporate world and I plan to stay on my little perch for the remainder of my career.” The mentioning of other business men reminded me of our conversation earlier that morning.
“Seto? This probably isn’t the best place to discuss it, but. . . this morning, you said something about your fathers’ business associates. You never finished your sentence, but I think that you were about to say. . .” I looked around, making sure that the coast was clear of anyone who may happen to overhear us, “I think that you were about to say that you let them. . . that you let your fathers’ business associates fu- have their way with you.” I wanted to word it in the nicest way possible.
Seto’s lips tightened and his eyes darkened, narrowing dangerously, “You’re right; this isn’t the place to be discussing this. Perhaps I’ll discuss it when we go to your house. Or maybe not. That is definitely something that is extremely complicated.”
“You aren’t a slut.” I didn’t face him, but I could see him turn abruptly to me out of the corner of my eye. “No matter what may have happened in your past, you aren’t a slut.” Seto closed his eyes, a soft smile, which could have been a trick of the imagination, crept to his lips. . . and this time, it didn’t fade away. . .
- - -
We had sat there like that, for the remainder of lunch, discussing such subjects as our previous class period and how much each academic sucked.
Third period didn’t go by quite as slow as second, being that I didn’t have a whole lot to look forward too, but it was still awful. I tried my best to pay attention. Seto could always help me with my homework later. Biology wasn’t my best subject. Who cares what the chances are of having a plant with short petals when it’s a recessive gene? I sure-as-hell don’t!
Either way, fourth block rolled around. Woohoo, math. . . note the lack of any real excitement. However, Seto was also in this class. This was the class that I played with him in on Friday. I probably shouldn’t mess with him with notes though; he really didn’t need to stomach any more paper. Then again, he only had a yogurt for lunch, so maybe a paper wad or two would do him some good.
“Everyone take out your homework!” Our math teacher, Mrs. Kaori, chimed.
I proudly placed my work on my desk. It wasn’t often that I did homework for any of my classes, but with such a sexy tutor, who would refuse to do it? I glanced over at Seto who was, once again, writing something. It was cute how his brows slightly furrowed when he was working on something, his tongue coming to the edge of his lips, appearing as a small blotch of pink between his lips. . . between his lips. . . I wanted to put my hard, throbbing co-
“Great work, Mr. Jounouchi!” Teachers always interrupt my damn daydreams. “Mr. Kaiba helped you, I presume?”
“Yeah. I like having a hot tutor.”
“Can it, you filthy mutt.” Seto suddenly looked thoughtful, “Wait a second. . . how did you know I was staying at his house?”
Mrs. Kaori chuckled a bit, a blush coming to her face, “The fact that you and Mr. Jounouchi got paired up for the final senior project is a hot topic around the school. You two are always at each others’ throats.”
I’m pretty sure all of our teachers had the hots for the beautiful Seto Kaiba. My beautiful Seto Kaiba. Not that they had a snowball’s chance in Hell with him, but it still annoyed me. All day long I had felt this hatred toward anyone who stared at him, whether lust lingered in their eyes or not.
“I don’t see why students feel the need to gossip about it. It’s no big deal, really. We are both man enough to put our differences aside for the sake of our final grades.” Seto folded his arms, closing his eyes after sneaking a peek at whatever reaction I might display. I nodded in agreement with his little fib and huffed a sigh so as to appear bored.
Mrs. Kaori just stood there for a moment, looking like a clueless ditz, before finishing her trail around the room for her routine homework check. I glanced at Seto, who folded up that mystery paper of his and jammed it into the briefcase that currently served as his school-bag. Yup, I would definitely have to figure out what that was.
“Alright, students! As usual, we’ll go over the answers out loud in class, and if you have any questions about how to work the problem, I’ll be happy to walk you through it up here on the overhead!” She stepped to the switches on the wall, darkening to room, and then turned on that wretched machine with the irritating hum and the faint light.
Like on Friday, I paid as much attention as I could. . . that is, until something hit my leg. Instinctively, I looked down to find. . . yes, you guess it, a wad of paper. It read: Hey mutt, pay attention today. The last thing I need is for you to fail with the only excuse of ‘I was messing with Kaiba’. Got it?
Ah, Seto had such a way with words. . . note the sarcasm. As much as I wanted to stare at his ass and legs all class period, I knew that I would have to pay attention today. There was going to be a test on Friday, and I wanted to do well on it. I was trying my best to bring up my average in Math. Seto was with me for the next two weeks, which would definitely be a huge help, but I would have to do some work on my part as well if I wanted to get good enough marks to graduate.
I didn’t have any questions though. Everything that I didn’t understand had been explained by Seto, so paying attention to the review was pointless. I could get away with daydreaming until we began our next lesson, right? Ah, what to daydream about. . . there were just so many choices? I stared at a blank spot on the wall and allowed for my mind to wander.
I had begun to think back to Friday, and how I wanted to get Seto into bed as soon as I could. . . and I must admit, I still would give anything to fuck him up the ass. . . but it was different now. I felt sorry for him, sorry that he had to go through hell with this Saki guy. . .and possibly with business associates of his father. . . but in the very beginning, if I remember correctly, Seto told me that it was his step father that ruined his life. . . his step father that made him who he was today. What could that man have possibly done that would completely outweigh a bunch of mean raping him? My mind couldn’t grasp anything that horrible, unless the man had done it himself. . . but. . . if Seto had allowed me to know that all of those other people hurt him like that, why wouldn’t he have told me what Gozaburo did. All I know is that he was awful enough for Seto to murder him.
Murder. . . it sent shivers down my spine to think that I was living with a murderer. . . and made me wonder about the condition of his mind that much more. No one who murders somebody could be completely sane. He was on medication though, so that would explain how he could keep so cool. What would happen if he didn’t take them? What would he be like? Would Seto be suicidal? Judging by the scars on his wrists, he had tried to commit suicide a few times before and failed. . . would he ever attempt such a feat again?
Still I had so many answers. . . and every time I learn the answer to something, another piece of the puzzle is revealed and along with it comes a whole ‘nother slew of questions! I must have sighed out loud in my frustration, because a few of the young adults around me snapped their eyes in my direction, and our teacher faltered a bit in her speech.
“Well then, if that’s all of your questions, we’ll begin today’s lesson!” She clasped her hands together in that same annoying manner that Ms. Asuka does, and shut off the overhead, turning on those gleaming lights.
I tried my best to pay attention.
- - -
School couldn’t have ended soon enough! I ran out the door as soon as the bell rang, but came to a dead halt and stood by the door when I realized that I had left my blue-eyed beauty behind. He sure did take his time getting his things together, like he had all the time in the world. . . and I guess he did. There was nothing important for him now, considering that he wouldn’t be going to work for the entirety of the week. As explained in the project packet, he was supposed to live my life like me. . . which would mean-
“Hey Jou!” Yuugi filed out of the classroom, followed closely by the rest of our group, “Want to come over my place for a bit to hang out?”
Which would mean hanging with my friends and I, whether he liked it or not.
“Sounds great Yuugi! Let me just get Seto and tell him where we’re going today.”
“You mean he’s coming?” Honda didn’t seem all too happy.
“He’s really not such a bad guy once you get to know him.” I said, in defense of my dragon prince, “I can totally see what Mokuba has been preaching to us about all along. In the end, Seto’s a great person, deep down.” I folded my arms, trying not to look so angry at Honda.
“Yeah, deep down. . . deep, deep, deep, deep, deep. . .” Honda trailed off, repeating the word.
“Look, I’m not going if you all won’t let Seto come.” I narrowed my eyes and Yuugi put his hands up in front of him to calm me down.
“Calm down, Jou! Kaiba can come! Since when did you start openly calling him Seto?”
“. . . deep down.” Honda finished, satisfied with his own ignorance, and completely oblivious to the bit of conversation during his nonsense.
Seto Kaiba emerged from our class, “I like how you all talk about me when you think I can’t hear you. I don’t want to go to Yuugi’s house, Jounouchi. I’ll stay at your house and do work on my laptop; you can go play with your little friends.”
“I don’t want you staying home alone.” I looked him dead in the eyes.
“I’m not a child, I can stay home alone.”
“Someone could break in and hurt you.” I pointed out.
“So what? I could just kick their ass.” I grabbed his chin and forced him to look into my eyes.
“Let me try that again, with a bit of different emphasis. . . someone could breaking in and hurt you.” It dawned on him just who exactly I was referring to, and so he tore his chin from my grip.
“Whatever,” He feigned his attitude this time, “If you’re going to be so annoying and stubborn about it, I might as well. I’ll just bring my laptop and do my work while you play with your friends.” He smirked, but the light in his eyes made my heart flutter.
“Well then, it’s settled.” Anzu always felt this need to feel like the leader of our group, “We’ll all go to Yuugi’s place!” She bounded down the hallways, with the rest of us in a non-enthusiastic pace behind her. . . well, except Yuugi, who bounced along right with her.
The sun was warm and the breeze was perfect as we took our first few steps outside. I was looking around, gazing at the trees in bloom and the occasional cloud in the sky, when I bumped into Seto, who had stopped mid-step.
“Seto? What’s wrong?” I followed the direction his head was facing, to find myself also frozen in place.
Saki was not too far away, leaning against his PT Cruiser, smiling at us. It wasn’t a happy smile, or an evil smile. . . it was more of a ‘you just wait’ smile. Without even using words, Seto was hypnotized, captured by his very existence. . . and a part of me was very jealous. I wanted Seto to feel that way toward me. I wanted Seto to be captured by my aura, to hang off of my every word and action. . . because. . .
I love Seto Kaiba, and this Saki guy. . . Saki was a. . .
Stalker.
- - -
- - -
His smile was short-lived, but no less beautiful than if it had lasted an eternity. It was almost worth sitting through history class and paying attention for a third of the time. . . almost. He averted his eyes back down to his novel, probably trying not to look so happy that I had kept to my word. It occurred to me just how lonely he must be. I mean, he plays such a cool character all the time, but doesn’t he ever get lonely being by himself so often? He sits alone, works alone. . . and practically lives alone, save for Mokuba, who Seto likely doesn’t spend a whole lot of time with. In the end, when the day is over and done and the sun has set, Seto is alone.
It made me sad, and I think my emotion showed as I came to stand by him.
“I take it that your previous class didn’t go so well?” He eyed me casually as I sat down, allowing for my pizza box to drop the short distance from my hands to the table with a satisfying ‘plop’.
“No! I’m in a great mood! I was just thinking about things, that’s all.” I flashed my trademark grin, ripping open the pizza box and taking a long whiff of the greasy aroma.
“That’s disgusting,” Seto informed me as he lay his book down on the table and scooped up some more yogurt, “That isn’t healthy, you know.”
“Neither is only eating a yogurt.” I bit into the cheesy goodness, smacking my lips loudly for some extra ‘ick’ factor. I glanced at his book, but made sure to swallow before speaking, “What are you reading?” I took another bite, chewing quietly this time so that I could hear his reply.
“This?” He lay his left hand on top of it, “Just your average novel. A romance novel. I’ve already read the thing about five times.” He slurped up some yogurt, which I think was strawberry flavored, and gulped it down, “Even with a library of my own, it’s still difficult to find a good read.”
“Let’s see it.” I made a move to retrieve it from him, but Seto slid the book out of my reach.
“Your hands are greasy.”
“Only my left hand.” Again I reached for it. This time, he pulled it to his chest. My hand gladly followed, perfectly willing to cop a feel of his body in a totally not-obvious manner, “Geez, Kaiba! You act like you’re reading smut or something.” Immediately his face turned a bright pink and he turned his face away from me. “Oh. . . my. . . God. . . no way, Seto. You’re reading porn!” His hand flew over my mouth.
“Shh!” A few students glanced over and cocked their heads at us, “You’re drawing unnecessary attention.” I licked his hand and he ripped it away.
“So tell me, Seto. . . is it gay smut?” I grinned and moved closer to him.
“New subject.” He finished off his yogurt and sat the spoon on the table.
“Yeah, fine, whatever. . .” I munched on my pizza for a bit, suffering in the awkward silence. . . well, as silent as it could get with the wild chatter from our peers that filled the room. I thought back to earlier, “Hey Kaiba?” He glanced over at me, sucking the yogurt off his spoon. . . I tried my best not to drool. . . “What were you writing this morning in Ms. Asuka’s class?”
Seto rolled his eyes, “The note to you that I wound up eating, you dumbass.” He took another mouthful of his food.
“No, I mean while she was checking homework.” I finished off my pizza and shoved the box aside to dispose of later.
“Oh. . . it’s nothing, really.” Apparently he had finished too, as he was looking longingly into his little yogurt cup. He was probably still hungry. . . skinny little thing. “I just write things sometimes.”
“Can I see?”
“No.”
“I bet you’re a great writer!”
“You don’t have the money to bet on anything right now.” He smirked, obviously trying to change the subject.
“You’re an asshole.” I let him do it. I would have to just go through his things later that night while he slept. . . I’d definitely find it.
“Yes, I am.” He stood, still holding his book tightly, and tossed out his empty yogurt cup. “Throw away that greasy cardboard and let’s go outside. It’s too noisy in here.”
As though hypnotized by his lovely tenor voice. . . which, might I add, would be great for a phone sex operator. . . I did as I was told without so much as a nod or a smile, and followed him out the door. I could feel the eyes of numerous jealous and confused students digging holes in my back as we left. It didn’t worry me though; they wouldn’t hurt me. I may be a pretty cool guy now, but I used to be a punk, and us street kids know how to lay someone out!
As I followed the brunet (AN: I took your advice! Thanks for correcting me!), my eyes trailed down the back of his body. His back was so small, not wide and manly, but more feminine than nature should allow. . . which is one reason why men loved him as well as women. His figure was beautiful. Down from his back was his waist, thin and absolutely perfect. Women would kill to have a waist like him. Then his hips; just the right shape for pulling him against my body as I fucked him up that pretty little ass. . . that ass, which was round and made for magnificent eye-candy. Yeah, I definitely wanted to get ahold of his pretty little ass. Then last, but not least by a long stretch, were his legs. His legs were long, and molded by a master sculptor. I could only mentally swoon as I imagined those beautiful appendages draped over my shoulders, his smooth, creamy hands twisting into the sheets as he tossed his head side to side, those shimmering blue eyes clenched tightly shut-
I snapped suddenly from my pleasurable daydream as I happened to walk smack into Kaiba, who had apparently stopped moving awhile before.
“What the hell, Jounouchi?!” He glared at me, recovering from a near-loss of balance. I instinctively grabbed his wrist in an attempt to keep him up, but he yanked it away. “What are you doing?!”
“Sorry! I was trying to keep you from falling!” I rubbed at the back of my head and he rolled his eyes, turning away, “I was daydreaming.”
“About what?”
“Oh, it’s nothing, really.” I said, mocking him from our previous conversation. Again, he rolled his eyes.
He took a seat. . . on the ground. . . under a tree. How awkward. I had always thought that the great Seto Kaiba was too good to sit on bare earth. “Your sitting in dirt.”
“No, there’s grass here. I come here a lot when the weather is nice. I can’t stand all that noise.” His face seemed so much softer just then, the way he seemed to be at peace and not so tightly wound like he usually was. The blue coloring of his eyes seemed to lighten as his hair was tossed by the gentle breeze. For that instant, I wanted to be the breeze. “You daydream a lot.”
“I thought we had already established that.” Though a bit reluctant, I took a seat next to him, our bodies close. I thought that I could hear him breathing. I wanted with all of my being to place my head against his chest to see if I made his heart beat faster, like his smile did to mine.
“I guess.” The blue-eyed beauty seemed to be looking somewhere far, far away, “I daydream sometimes.” It seemed as though he wanted to talk about it, and I felt like a therapist at that moment.
“What do you dream about?” I went along, curious as to what he might say.
“Lots of things. Mostly about how things would be different had different situations occurred in my life. Like, what kind of person I would be had my original parents not died. . . or what kind of person I would be if I had let Gozaburo live. . . or if I had went ahead and befriends you and Yuugi and the others. . .” His voice trailed off, signaling that he really hadn’t meant to say that last part. We had all known that he wanted to be in our group for a long time. Seto Kaiba was lonely, and only ever now and then would he actually let it come out in his voice.
He was at the top of the food chain, the top of the corporate world, the top of the salary range, and the top of beauty. . . but as they say, ‘it’s always lonely at the top’.
“You’re a good person, Seto. You shouldn’t worry about who you could have been, but who you can be. You can change whatever makes you unhappy, and become the person that you want to be. These past few days, I’ve learned so much about you, some good and some bad. . . but I’m beginning to understand what makes you who you are today. I had always thought that you were an asshole because you thought you were better than everyone else. . . and maybe that was the reason in the beginning. . . but in the end, I think that it was your hatred for the fact that we have friends and you don’t that made you act like an ass towards us.”
Seto flinched when I mentioned friends. “You make it sound like I’m some kind of pitiful loser.”
I tried to lean closer to him without him noticing, but he looked at the tiny gap between us, making sure we weren’t touching, “That’s not what I meant. . . anyways, you need to just work on showing people how you really are.”
“So that corporate men can walk all over me? There’s no way in hell! Right now, CEO’s shiver when they hear the name ‘Kaiba’. I am at the top of the corporate world and I plan to stay on my little perch for the remainder of my career.” The mentioning of other business men reminded me of our conversation earlier that morning.
“Seto? This probably isn’t the best place to discuss it, but. . . this morning, you said something about your fathers’ business associates. You never finished your sentence, but I think that you were about to say. . .” I looked around, making sure that the coast was clear of anyone who may happen to overhear us, “I think that you were about to say that you let them. . . that you let your fathers’ business associates fu- have their way with you.” I wanted to word it in the nicest way possible.
Seto’s lips tightened and his eyes darkened, narrowing dangerously, “You’re right; this isn’t the place to be discussing this. Perhaps I’ll discuss it when we go to your house. Or maybe not. That is definitely something that is extremely complicated.”
“You aren’t a slut.” I didn’t face him, but I could see him turn abruptly to me out of the corner of my eye. “No matter what may have happened in your past, you aren’t a slut.” Seto closed his eyes, a soft smile, which could have been a trick of the imagination, crept to his lips. . . and this time, it didn’t fade away. . .
- - -
We had sat there like that, for the remainder of lunch, discussing such subjects as our previous class period and how much each academic sucked.
Third period didn’t go by quite as slow as second, being that I didn’t have a whole lot to look forward too, but it was still awful. I tried my best to pay attention. Seto could always help me with my homework later. Biology wasn’t my best subject. Who cares what the chances are of having a plant with short petals when it’s a recessive gene? I sure-as-hell don’t!
Either way, fourth block rolled around. Woohoo, math. . . note the lack of any real excitement. However, Seto was also in this class. This was the class that I played with him in on Friday. I probably shouldn’t mess with him with notes though; he really didn’t need to stomach any more paper. Then again, he only had a yogurt for lunch, so maybe a paper wad or two would do him some good.
“Everyone take out your homework!” Our math teacher, Mrs. Kaori, chimed.
I proudly placed my work on my desk. It wasn’t often that I did homework for any of my classes, but with such a sexy tutor, who would refuse to do it? I glanced over at Seto who was, once again, writing something. It was cute how his brows slightly furrowed when he was working on something, his tongue coming to the edge of his lips, appearing as a small blotch of pink between his lips. . . between his lips. . . I wanted to put my hard, throbbing co-
“Great work, Mr. Jounouchi!” Teachers always interrupt my damn daydreams. “Mr. Kaiba helped you, I presume?”
“Yeah. I like having a hot tutor.”
“Can it, you filthy mutt.” Seto suddenly looked thoughtful, “Wait a second. . . how did you know I was staying at his house?”
Mrs. Kaori chuckled a bit, a blush coming to her face, “The fact that you and Mr. Jounouchi got paired up for the final senior project is a hot topic around the school. You two are always at each others’ throats.”
I’m pretty sure all of our teachers had the hots for the beautiful Seto Kaiba. My beautiful Seto Kaiba. Not that they had a snowball’s chance in Hell with him, but it still annoyed me. All day long I had felt this hatred toward anyone who stared at him, whether lust lingered in their eyes or not.
“I don’t see why students feel the need to gossip about it. It’s no big deal, really. We are both man enough to put our differences aside for the sake of our final grades.” Seto folded his arms, closing his eyes after sneaking a peek at whatever reaction I might display. I nodded in agreement with his little fib and huffed a sigh so as to appear bored.
Mrs. Kaori just stood there for a moment, looking like a clueless ditz, before finishing her trail around the room for her routine homework check. I glanced at Seto, who folded up that mystery paper of his and jammed it into the briefcase that currently served as his school-bag. Yup, I would definitely have to figure out what that was.
“Alright, students! As usual, we’ll go over the answers out loud in class, and if you have any questions about how to work the problem, I’ll be happy to walk you through it up here on the overhead!” She stepped to the switches on the wall, darkening to room, and then turned on that wretched machine with the irritating hum and the faint light.
Like on Friday, I paid as much attention as I could. . . that is, until something hit my leg. Instinctively, I looked down to find. . . yes, you guess it, a wad of paper. It read: Hey mutt, pay attention today. The last thing I need is for you to fail with the only excuse of ‘I was messing with Kaiba’. Got it?
Ah, Seto had such a way with words. . . note the sarcasm. As much as I wanted to stare at his ass and legs all class period, I knew that I would have to pay attention today. There was going to be a test on Friday, and I wanted to do well on it. I was trying my best to bring up my average in Math. Seto was with me for the next two weeks, which would definitely be a huge help, but I would have to do some work on my part as well if I wanted to get good enough marks to graduate.
I didn’t have any questions though. Everything that I didn’t understand had been explained by Seto, so paying attention to the review was pointless. I could get away with daydreaming until we began our next lesson, right? Ah, what to daydream about. . . there were just so many choices? I stared at a blank spot on the wall and allowed for my mind to wander.
I had begun to think back to Friday, and how I wanted to get Seto into bed as soon as I could. . . and I must admit, I still would give anything to fuck him up the ass. . . but it was different now. I felt sorry for him, sorry that he had to go through hell with this Saki guy. . .and possibly with business associates of his father. . . but in the very beginning, if I remember correctly, Seto told me that it was his step father that ruined his life. . . his step father that made him who he was today. What could that man have possibly done that would completely outweigh a bunch of mean raping him? My mind couldn’t grasp anything that horrible, unless the man had done it himself. . . but. . . if Seto had allowed me to know that all of those other people hurt him like that, why wouldn’t he have told me what Gozaburo did. All I know is that he was awful enough for Seto to murder him.
Murder. . . it sent shivers down my spine to think that I was living with a murderer. . . and made me wonder about the condition of his mind that much more. No one who murders somebody could be completely sane. He was on medication though, so that would explain how he could keep so cool. What would happen if he didn’t take them? What would he be like? Would Seto be suicidal? Judging by the scars on his wrists, he had tried to commit suicide a few times before and failed. . . would he ever attempt such a feat again?
Still I had so many answers. . . and every time I learn the answer to something, another piece of the puzzle is revealed and along with it comes a whole ‘nother slew of questions! I must have sighed out loud in my frustration, because a few of the young adults around me snapped their eyes in my direction, and our teacher faltered a bit in her speech.
“Well then, if that’s all of your questions, we’ll begin today’s lesson!” She clasped her hands together in that same annoying manner that Ms. Asuka does, and shut off the overhead, turning on those gleaming lights.
I tried my best to pay attention.
- - -
School couldn’t have ended soon enough! I ran out the door as soon as the bell rang, but came to a dead halt and stood by the door when I realized that I had left my blue-eyed beauty behind. He sure did take his time getting his things together, like he had all the time in the world. . . and I guess he did. There was nothing important for him now, considering that he wouldn’t be going to work for the entirety of the week. As explained in the project packet, he was supposed to live my life like me. . . which would mean-
“Hey Jou!” Yuugi filed out of the classroom, followed closely by the rest of our group, “Want to come over my place for a bit to hang out?”
Which would mean hanging with my friends and I, whether he liked it or not.
“Sounds great Yuugi! Let me just get Seto and tell him where we’re going today.”
“You mean he’s coming?” Honda didn’t seem all too happy.
“He’s really not such a bad guy once you get to know him.” I said, in defense of my dragon prince, “I can totally see what Mokuba has been preaching to us about all along. In the end, Seto’s a great person, deep down.” I folded my arms, trying not to look so angry at Honda.
“Yeah, deep down. . . deep, deep, deep, deep, deep. . .” Honda trailed off, repeating the word.
“Look, I’m not going if you all won’t let Seto come.” I narrowed my eyes and Yuugi put his hands up in front of him to calm me down.
“Calm down, Jou! Kaiba can come! Since when did you start openly calling him Seto?”
“. . . deep down.” Honda finished, satisfied with his own ignorance, and completely oblivious to the bit of conversation during his nonsense.
Seto Kaiba emerged from our class, “I like how you all talk about me when you think I can’t hear you. I don’t want to go to Yuugi’s house, Jounouchi. I’ll stay at your house and do work on my laptop; you can go play with your little friends.”
“I don’t want you staying home alone.” I looked him dead in the eyes.
“I’m not a child, I can stay home alone.”
“Someone could break in and hurt you.” I pointed out.
“So what? I could just kick their ass.” I grabbed his chin and forced him to look into my eyes.
“Let me try that again, with a bit of different emphasis. . . someone could breaking in and hurt you.” It dawned on him just who exactly I was referring to, and so he tore his chin from my grip.
“Whatever,” He feigned his attitude this time, “If you’re going to be so annoying and stubborn about it, I might as well. I’ll just bring my laptop and do my work while you play with your friends.” He smirked, but the light in his eyes made my heart flutter.
“Well then, it’s settled.” Anzu always felt this need to feel like the leader of our group, “We’ll all go to Yuugi’s place!” She bounded down the hallways, with the rest of us in a non-enthusiastic pace behind her. . . well, except Yuugi, who bounced along right with her.
The sun was warm and the breeze was perfect as we took our first few steps outside. I was looking around, gazing at the trees in bloom and the occasional cloud in the sky, when I bumped into Seto, who had stopped mid-step.
“Seto? What’s wrong?” I followed the direction his head was facing, to find myself also frozen in place.
Saki was not too far away, leaning against his PT Cruiser, smiling at us. It wasn’t a happy smile, or an evil smile. . . it was more of a ‘you just wait’ smile. Without even using words, Seto was hypnotized, captured by his very existence. . . and a part of me was very jealous. I wanted Seto to feel that way toward me. I wanted Seto to be captured by my aura, to hang off of my every word and action. . . because. . .
I love Seto Kaiba, and this Saki guy. . . Saki was a. . .
Stalker.
- - -