Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes ❯ Day Three: Beautiful When You Smile ( Chapter 13 )
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By: kiokukaiba 
Jou defends Seto when confronted by his circle of friends as well has his fangirl neighbor. Would Seto do the same for him?
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 589 | Status: Work In Progress
Jou defends Seto when confronted by his circle of friends as well has his fangirl neighbor. Would Seto do the same for him?
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 589 | Status: Work In Progress
Behind Blue Eyes
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“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.
Now was not the time to be dealing with that freak. The last thing Seto needed was to have an attack in front of everyone. Then we’d have to explain, which would make Seto feel even worse. I stepped in front of Seto, using my hands to pull his face down to look at me so that I blocked his view of that devil, “Come on, Kaiba, let’s go to Yuugi’s place.” I smiled nervously.
I watched those blue irises slide up to look past me at Saki, before meeting again with my own eyes. Without words, he nodded slowly and turned his face towards Yuugi and the others.
“Jou? Kaiba? Are you two coming or not?” They had stopped shortly after we did. Yuugi’s hands were on his hips, one eyebrow raised up behind his bangs.
“Yeah, you lovebirds, let’s get going!” Leave it to Honda to say something stupid like that. . . but, it worked.
Seto flashed that usual glare, “Lovebirds? Ha! That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!” He marched forward to join the group, and I followed closely at his heels, throwing a side glance at Saki. I smirked at him when I saw his disappointed expression. . . and then he smirked right back, his white teeth visible even from where we were.
So we had won. . . that round, anyways. What was he there for? Was he just trying to make us shiver? Was he really waiting for Seto to come out alone? What if we hadn’t been there with him? What would have happened? I turned away quickly, hearing a car door and the sound of a starting engine. He sped off just as the group of us reached the street.
Anzu dropped back to walk beside me, “Jou? Who was that guy that you and Kaiba were staring at?” Her inquisitive blue eyes caused me to sweat a bit.
“Not sure, but he was staring at us. . . you know how Kaiba is! You can’t stare him down like that and get away with it!” I could see Seto shake his head out of the corner of my eye.
“Oh, okay!” She grinned that annoying grin and skipped back up to stand dangerously close to Yami no Yuugi.
Just when I thought that I had successfully lied my way out of it, Ryou dropped back in the group, his large brown eyes studying my own, “Who was that really?” His eyes narrowed and I could have sworn I saw a resemblance to his yami, who was shooting glances back at his hikari every five seconds. “Did you pick a fight with someone again, Jounouchi?” His mouth jerked up on one side in a catlike smirk.
“Haha, uh, something like that. Se- er, Kaiba and I were at a karaoke bar and me and the waiter got into it. Haha!” I rubbed at the back of my head, and this time I could see Seto rolling his eyes at me, his arms folded loosely across his chest.
“How typical of you, Jounouchi.” He smiled and picked up his pace to rejoin Bakura.
As though I had been holding my breath for the entirety of the walk, I released a heavy sigh when we reached the Kame Game shop.
“Grandpa? I’m home, and I brought my friends along! I hope you don’t mind!” Yuugi called out as we entered. The old man came into view through a doorway in back.
“Ah, the usual crew I see.” He smiled gently at us, then frowned. “What is he doing here?” He stared accusingly at Seto. . . how dare he talk about my Seto like that!
“You got a problem with him being here, gramps?” Okay, so I sounded rude and defensive; bad move on my part. I couldn’t help it though! Well yeah, Seto did tear his most precious card in half and put the old man in the hospital. . . but that was a long time ago! Forgive and forget! “Sorry, gramps, didn’t mean for it to come out that way.” For the millionth time that week, I rubbed the back of my head.
“That’s alright, Jounouchi, I know you didn’t mean any harm by it. I’m just surprised to see that boy here.” He hobbled over to us, over to Seto in particular, and smiled, “It’s good to see that you’ve changed, Kaiba.”
“I haven’t changed a bit, you senile old fool.” Seto glared, and everyone frowned. . . except for me. I was too busy waving my hands and trying to shut Seto up. Kaiba sneered, “I’m only here because a certain someone decided to drag me along.” He shot me a glare and closed his eyes, sighing lightly.”
Yami no Yuugi intervened before anyone could kill each other, “How about we go on up to Yuugi’s room and settle down? I’m sure that everyone will feel better when we do.” He smiled. . . and if he thought that I didn’t catch his little wink at Seto, he had another thing coming!
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Yuugi’s room was like a child’s room. The colors were all bright, the walls dotted with various game posters. Every surface had some sort of figurine or stack of cards decorating it. His bed sheets were white, unusual for a teenage boy. . . but no one commented on it, well, no one usually commented on it. . . however, we had someone new with us today.
“What the hell kind of bedroom is this?” Seto’s expression was that of disgust as he was immersed in these new surroundings. “How old are you again, Mutou?”
Yuugi’s bottom lip quivered, “W-what’s wrong with my room Kaiba? I think it’s cool.”
“It’s awesome, Yuugi!” I felt the need to throw in my two cents, sending Kaiba warning looks.
“Whatever, morons.” Seto made himself comfortable at Yuugi’s desk. He popped open his briefcase, retrieving his laptop and setting it up. He was really serious about working when he came over. Here I thought it would be the perfect chance to get him acquainted with the rest of the group. I guess it was going to take a lot more work.
The rest of us sat on the floor. I decided to start a conversation, “So what do you all think about the pool part this Saturday?” Seto froze for a second, before resuming his work.
“I think it’s awesome!” Leave it to Anzu to be the first to answer, “I love swimming! I heard there’s going to be hamburgers and hotdogs and all sorts of things there! It’s going to be fun!” She clasped her hands together, and if she had been an anime character, I bet stars would be in her eyes. . . wait. . . anyways. . .
“I’m kind of nervous about it,” Ryou began, his hand coming to rest just below his mouth as he thought, “I’ll have to get more sun screen. I burn so easily, it’s awful!”
“You look damn good in those trunks, though.” Bakura threw in, snickering when Ryou’s face turned bright red. Honda clenched his fists, fuming in silence. “And,” Bakura added, “Ryou has those new swimming trunks, you know the ones that are shorter? They’ve become quite popular among guys with nice legs.”
The wheels in my mind began turning as a certain blue-eyed CEO came to mind. . . apparently I wasn’t alone in my thoughts.
Yami no Yuugi’s eyes lit up, “Kaiba? What kind of trunks do you wear?”
Bakura chuckled, “Yes, the priest’s legs would be displayed very nicely.”
Seto turned around, his expression threatening death to both of them. . . had they not already died, “I won’t be dressing out.”
“You’re going to take a less-than-perfect grade?” Honda looked at him in disbelief, “That can’t be right. It’s just swimming trunks, what’s the big deal? Do you actually have a really ugly body and you won’t swim because you don’t want anyone to see it?” He laughed loudly, and the others giggled. I don’t know if any of them saw it, but I saw the hurt look appear and disappear on Seto’s features. I wanted to hold him, and I wanted to beat the fuck out of Honda. . . best friend or not.
“His body isn’t ugly!” I snapped.
“How would you know?” Yuugi’s eyes grew wide and he grinned, “Have you seen it, Jou?”
“The fact of the matter is, Seto’s body is just as good as anyone else’s, so leave him the hell alone about it. He just doesn’t want to go showing his body off to all the perverts in our school. Ryou will probably have the same problem!” I was getting so good at covering my ass, it was scary.
“Hell no he won’t!” Bakura and Honda chimed in unison.
“I’ll kill anyone who so much as looks at my hikari with lust.” His chocolate eyes steadied themselves on Honda, who began to sweat under his deadly gaze. . . Bakura gave a whole new meaning to the words ‘death by chocolate’.
“Anyways!” Yuugi all but yelled, trying to break up the tension. “I was thinking about all of us getting together on Friday after school and going shopping! We can all get knew suits!” He smiled brightly and the weight in the room lifted. Yuugi was a little guy, but he had a nice charm about him.
“I’m game,” I started, “How about you, Kaiba?”
“No way in hell, mutt.” He remained absorbed in his work.
I slapped my hand over my face at the nickname, “Oh, come on! It’ll be fun! You probably don’t own any swimming trunks anyways. We can get you some of those new kind that Bakura was talking about.” I blushed a little bit as the mental images flooded my mind. I bet Seto has really nice legs.
“You just want to stare at my legs, you fucking pervert.” This time he stopped his typing, turning around to face me. “I said it once and I’ll say it one more time; no way in hell.” He turned back to his laptop, his typing quickly picking up again.
I shrugged at my friends who all gave each other awkward looks.
Ryou pulled his bookbag into his lap, rummaging through it, “Well, I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m going to work on my homework while we chat. I would like to get this done as soon as possible!” He smiled before opening a textbook.
“That’s a good idea!” Yuugi agreed. “I’ll go get us some snacks and drinks! I know all of you like soda, but what do you want to drink, Kaiba?” He hesitated before he said Seto’s surname, as though it took him a moment to form the word with his lips.
“Water will be fine.” He looked at Yuugi for a short moment before returning to his work. I think that was his way of showing appreciation for the offer. . . being acknowledged by the great Seto Kaiba was somewhat of an honor.
And so, like on day one, I’ll skip this part. Basically, it consisted of us munching on pretzels and chips, doing homework, and sipping our soda, while chatting idly about random shit. There were times in which we were all stumped on a problem, and Seto got on the floor with us and crawled over to teach us how to do it. It sure was nice to have a teenage genius around!
By the time night fell, Seto and I were leaving, only to realize we had to walk back to my place in the dark. No matter! I would protect him. I used to street fight all the time, so I knew how to defend myself. . . chances are, Seto never really learned any sort of self defense, so it would be up to me to take care of him. . . which made me feel very seme-like. Seto was so cute, really.
I looked to my left, checking his body out. His body wasn’t ugly, no matter how many scars he has on his body. He is still beautiful. . . and his face. When he cries, his face is gorgeous, the way the tears reflect the light and the way his eyes gloss over. . . so beautiful.
“I told you about staring at me, Jounouchi.”
“I told you about calling me by my last name, Seto.”
I think I saw him laugh a little bit, but I couldn’t be sure because it disappeared quickly and he stopped suddenly in his tracks just like earlier. Just like after school, his eyes zoned out, seeming to look very far away, and his chest rose and fell dramatically. It couldn’t be. . .
And yet it was. Saki stood by the streetlight not too far ahead of us. How did I know it was him? That same eerie smile was illuminated by that cone of light.
“Saki. . .” I said, loud enough for that bastard to hear. I could feel my blood begin to boil, “What the fuck do you want?! Why do you keep following us?!” I stepped ahead of Seto as that monster approached us.
Saki stopped within three feet of me, blowing a few stray black bangs out of his eyes, “You know exactly what I want. . . or perhaps I should say who I want.” His grin faded, “You need to back the fuck off of Seto, boy. You’re below him, you could never give him what he wants.” His grey eyes narrowed.
“Oh?!” I snapped, “And what, do tell, does he want?!”
“He wants me, of course.” That same arrogant smile snuck onto his face once more.
“The hell he does! He wants nothing to do with you!” Saki advanced toward Seto, so I stepped in front of my blue-eyed beauty, who seemed to be in some sort of trance.
“Is that what you think? Then tell, me, boy, why is it that whenever I’m around, he becomes hypnotized by my presence? Why is it that he stares at me, watches me. . . he wants me, boy.” He was dangerously close now, and I could feel his breath on my forehead as he looked down at me.
“Because he’s afraid of you! You’d better back the fuck off, you son-of-a-bitch, or I’m gonna-”
“You’re gonna what?” He sneered, grabbing me by the arms and roughly shoving me aside. I fell quickly out into the street, the asphalt hard against my ribs.
“Jou. . . nou. . . chi. . .” Seto’s head turned very slowly upward to gaze into Saki’s eyes. Saki placed a hand on Seto’s cheek, caressing him.
My breath hitched, and it felt like my body froze. I wanted to get up, and I wanted to blow that fucker away, but. . . my chest hurt suddenly. Why? What was wrong with me? I could see the tears well up in those beautiful blue eyes as Saki tilted his head to the side and nuzzled his neck.
“You still love me, don’t you Seto? I didn’t mean to hurt you, Seto. . . do you remember that, koi? Do you remember when I raped you?” I could hear him sucking at Seto’s neck. . . and his gorgeous blue eyes slid shut as he visibly shook, “You wouldn’t let me fuck you, not ever. . . you always said you didn’t like sex. . . you left me no choice.” He licked at Seto’s tears, “You’re pretty when you cry, Seto. . . so, so pretty. . .” His other hand moved to Seto’s crotch.
Before I could quite register anything, I was up and off the ground, my left fist connecting with Saki’s face. He lay sprawled-out across the sidewalk, his hands covering his face, nursing it as blood crept through his fingers.
“The name’s Jounouchi, you sick fuck! Don’t you ever fuck with Seto like this again!” I grabbed Seto’s hand, to run away with him, but he wouldn’t budge. . . he just cried and stared at his ex-lover. . . so I did the only thing I could think to do. I picked him up, slung him over my shoulder (He is really light!), picked up his briefcase and my bag with my other hand, and bolted away.
- - -
I had stopped running once I reached the apartment complex. It was about nine o’clock by now, so I didn’t need to make a lot of noise while going up the steps. I glanced behind me to make sure he wasn’t following. . . and he wasn’t.
I crept up the stairs, Seto still slung over my shoulder.
“You can put me down now. . .”
“Nope, not until we get inside.”
Of course, Ms. Harajuku picked that moment in time to open her door and see what all the noise was about.
“Is that you, Katsuya?” Her eyes grew wide and she jumped a bit, “Oooh! I see! You and your boy going to play tonight! How wonderful! You’ll have to tell me all about it!” She retreated just as quickly as she had emerged.
Seto mumbled something into my back along the lines of ‘she’s fucking insane’.
“It feels good when you talk against my back.” Seto punched my shoulder blade, and I finished our journey to my apartment.
After opening the door one-handed, I dumped Seto off onto my couch, setting our bags down next to the couch, and went back to lock the door, “Why didn’t you move?”
“I don’t want to talk about it, Jounouchi, let it go.”
“You need to talk about it! Forgetting about it isn’t going to make it-”
“I said let it go!” Seto’s brows were angled steeply, his eyes dark and full of anger. . . was he angry at me?
“I helped you!”
“Please, please let it go. . . I’ll do anything if you just let it go. . .” He covered his face with his hands.
“Anything?” A catlike grin showed on my face. . . he looked frightened though. I needed to get him to trust me. . . I couldn’t ask for sex or a kiss. . . or a blowjob, heh. . . “I want a hug.”
“A hug?”
“Yes.” I got down on my knees so that I was level with him on the couch, and I crawled over. To my enjoyment, he spread his legs for me to get close to him by going between them. . . and when I was close enough, he wrapped his arms around me, and hugged me tightly as I wrapped my arms around his thin body and did the same. We must have sat there like that for a good minute before we finally let go. . . but I stayed between his legs. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Seto blushed a bit and looked away, “Whatever.” He glanced down at my hands, which were currently resting on his thighs, “Do you mind?”
“Not one bit.” I smiled and hugged him again. I could hear him making noises of protest, but he did nothing to shove me away. I laughed and stood up, making my way to the kitchen to make dinner.
“Katsuya. . .” My first name again.
“Yeah?” I looked over my shoulder at him.
“Thanks. . .” And he smiled at me. . . it was a said smile, but it was genuine, and I didn’t even have to ask for it.
“No need to thank me. That smile is worth it. . . you know,” I turned my face away from him, “Saki was right when he said you were pretty when you cry, but. . . you’re beautiful when you smile.” With that, I retreated into the kitchen, with not a single word elicited from the brunet beauty.
“What to make for dinner. . .” I muttered to no one in particular. I pulled open the fridge, which was unusually full of food thanks to Seto, and pulled out a thing of pork tenderloin. Stepping to the pantry, I retrieved a packet of seasoning, and then grabbed a glass casserole dish from the cabinet above the sink.
As I worked on marinating the pork, a pair of arms snaked around my waist. I jumped a bit, and looked over my shoulder, “Seto?”
“What you said was. . . really nice. . . so. . . I’m giving you a hug. . . to thank you. . .” He backed away, taking a seat at the kitchen table. “What’s for dinner?”
“Pork tenderloin marinated in a special seasoning and baked in the oven.” I put the dish in the oven and set the timer, glancing at the clock as I did so. “We probably won’t be eating until about 10:30. . . sorry.”
“It’s not a problem. I usually don’t eat dinner.” He huffed a cute little sigh, “You’re a good cook, Katsuya.” He chuckled a bit as I sat down across from him, “I don’t cook a whole lot, so I’m not that great at it. . . but I guess you cook for yourself a lot, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do, heh. I like cooking though.”
“You wouldn’t happen to have any alcohol in here, would you?” Seto slapped his forehead when I looked down at the table. Of course we had alcohol, my father was an alcoholic. “Forget I asked. . . I just have a craving for some Chardonnay.”
“You aren’t old enough to drink.”
“I usually have my employees buy it for me.”
“You shouldn’t drink.”
“I know. . . but I do. I’m not an alcoholic, I just like it sometimes. Cleans out the system, you know?”
“I’ll never drink.” I put my head down on the table and I felt him run his hand through my hair, in the same manner as I had on his first day here. “Drunks disgust me.”
“Drunks disgust me too, but I don’t get drunk. When you come over to my place, I’ll give you some of the finest wine in the world. You won’t know what to do with yourself!” At that moment our eyes met, and suddenly he didn’t seem so distant. . . suddenly he seemed like a close friend, like a normal teenage boy. He wasn’t being stuck-up or rude. . . perhaps he thought of me as a. . . as a friend.
“Seto?”
“I’m still going to have to get used to you calling me that. . . yes?”
“Do you consider me your friend?” I sat up in my chair again, and Seto bit his lip.
“You’re someone who I am living with for two weeks. . .” I frowned, but he had a strange glint in his eyes, “Someone who I don’t mind living with for two weeks.” He looked back down at the table and blushed a bit. He definitely wasn’t used to saying nice things, but no matter how he hid his words, I knew what he meant, and it made me very happy.
We sat around for a bit, chatting idly about the goings-on at Yuugi’s house and even spoke about certain movies. . . he lectured me about how I should read more, and I felt like a child being lectured by the school librarian! This went on for awhile until the buzzer on the oven went off. I served it up for him, feeling like a housewife all the while, and he even complimented me on how good the food was. . . I felt like a sappy puppy, but it really did make me smile, hearing him say nice things about my cooking.
“Well, that was good. . . shall we head to bed now?” I winked at him and he turned his head away.
“Uh, yeah, I guess so. . .” He eyed me suspiciously, “Don’t get your hopes up, I’m still going to change in the bathroom.”
“Aww! You’re no fun!” As we trailed down the hallway toward my room, I could only wonder what tomorrow would bring. Ever since that event with Saki, it felt like we were worlds closer. . . perhaps this was his way of showing his gratitude. . . or perhaps, much more than that?
- - -
- - -
“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.
Now was not the time to be dealing with that freak. The last thing Seto needed was to have an attack in front of everyone. Then we’d have to explain, which would make Seto feel even worse. I stepped in front of Seto, using my hands to pull his face down to look at me so that I blocked his view of that devil, “Come on, Kaiba, let’s go to Yuugi’s place.” I smiled nervously.
I watched those blue irises slide up to look past me at Saki, before meeting again with my own eyes. Without words, he nodded slowly and turned his face towards Yuugi and the others.
“Jou? Kaiba? Are you two coming or not?” They had stopped shortly after we did. Yuugi’s hands were on his hips, one eyebrow raised up behind his bangs.
“Yeah, you lovebirds, let’s get going!” Leave it to Honda to say something stupid like that. . . but, it worked.
Seto flashed that usual glare, “Lovebirds? Ha! That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!” He marched forward to join the group, and I followed closely at his heels, throwing a side glance at Saki. I smirked at him when I saw his disappointed expression. . . and then he smirked right back, his white teeth visible even from where we were.
So we had won. . . that round, anyways. What was he there for? Was he just trying to make us shiver? Was he really waiting for Seto to come out alone? What if we hadn’t been there with him? What would have happened? I turned away quickly, hearing a car door and the sound of a starting engine. He sped off just as the group of us reached the street.
Anzu dropped back to walk beside me, “Jou? Who was that guy that you and Kaiba were staring at?” Her inquisitive blue eyes caused me to sweat a bit.
“Not sure, but he was staring at us. . . you know how Kaiba is! You can’t stare him down like that and get away with it!” I could see Seto shake his head out of the corner of my eye.
“Oh, okay!” She grinned that annoying grin and skipped back up to stand dangerously close to Yami no Yuugi.
Just when I thought that I had successfully lied my way out of it, Ryou dropped back in the group, his large brown eyes studying my own, “Who was that really?” His eyes narrowed and I could have sworn I saw a resemblance to his yami, who was shooting glances back at his hikari every five seconds. “Did you pick a fight with someone again, Jounouchi?” His mouth jerked up on one side in a catlike smirk.
“Haha, uh, something like that. Se- er, Kaiba and I were at a karaoke bar and me and the waiter got into it. Haha!” I rubbed at the back of my head, and this time I could see Seto rolling his eyes at me, his arms folded loosely across his chest.
“How typical of you, Jounouchi.” He smiled and picked up his pace to rejoin Bakura.
As though I had been holding my breath for the entirety of the walk, I released a heavy sigh when we reached the Kame Game shop.
“Grandpa? I’m home, and I brought my friends along! I hope you don’t mind!” Yuugi called out as we entered. The old man came into view through a doorway in back.
“Ah, the usual crew I see.” He smiled gently at us, then frowned. “What is he doing here?” He stared accusingly at Seto. . . how dare he talk about my Seto like that!
“You got a problem with him being here, gramps?” Okay, so I sounded rude and defensive; bad move on my part. I couldn’t help it though! Well yeah, Seto did tear his most precious card in half and put the old man in the hospital. . . but that was a long time ago! Forgive and forget! “Sorry, gramps, didn’t mean for it to come out that way.” For the millionth time that week, I rubbed the back of my head.
“That’s alright, Jounouchi, I know you didn’t mean any harm by it. I’m just surprised to see that boy here.” He hobbled over to us, over to Seto in particular, and smiled, “It’s good to see that you’ve changed, Kaiba.”
“I haven’t changed a bit, you senile old fool.” Seto glared, and everyone frowned. . . except for me. I was too busy waving my hands and trying to shut Seto up. Kaiba sneered, “I’m only here because a certain someone decided to drag me along.” He shot me a glare and closed his eyes, sighing lightly.”
Yami no Yuugi intervened before anyone could kill each other, “How about we go on up to Yuugi’s room and settle down? I’m sure that everyone will feel better when we do.” He smiled. . . and if he thought that I didn’t catch his little wink at Seto, he had another thing coming!
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Yuugi’s room was like a child’s room. The colors were all bright, the walls dotted with various game posters. Every surface had some sort of figurine or stack of cards decorating it. His bed sheets were white, unusual for a teenage boy. . . but no one commented on it, well, no one usually commented on it. . . however, we had someone new with us today.
“What the hell kind of bedroom is this?” Seto’s expression was that of disgust as he was immersed in these new surroundings. “How old are you again, Mutou?”
Yuugi’s bottom lip quivered, “W-what’s wrong with my room Kaiba? I think it’s cool.”
“It’s awesome, Yuugi!” I felt the need to throw in my two cents, sending Kaiba warning looks.
“Whatever, morons.” Seto made himself comfortable at Yuugi’s desk. He popped open his briefcase, retrieving his laptop and setting it up. He was really serious about working when he came over. Here I thought it would be the perfect chance to get him acquainted with the rest of the group. I guess it was going to take a lot more work.
The rest of us sat on the floor. I decided to start a conversation, “So what do you all think about the pool part this Saturday?” Seto froze for a second, before resuming his work.
“I think it’s awesome!” Leave it to Anzu to be the first to answer, “I love swimming! I heard there’s going to be hamburgers and hotdogs and all sorts of things there! It’s going to be fun!” She clasped her hands together, and if she had been an anime character, I bet stars would be in her eyes. . . wait. . . anyways. . .
“I’m kind of nervous about it,” Ryou began, his hand coming to rest just below his mouth as he thought, “I’ll have to get more sun screen. I burn so easily, it’s awful!”
“You look damn good in those trunks, though.” Bakura threw in, snickering when Ryou’s face turned bright red. Honda clenched his fists, fuming in silence. “And,” Bakura added, “Ryou has those new swimming trunks, you know the ones that are shorter? They’ve become quite popular among guys with nice legs.”
The wheels in my mind began turning as a certain blue-eyed CEO came to mind. . . apparently I wasn’t alone in my thoughts.
Yami no Yuugi’s eyes lit up, “Kaiba? What kind of trunks do you wear?”
Bakura chuckled, “Yes, the priest’s legs would be displayed very nicely.”
Seto turned around, his expression threatening death to both of them. . . had they not already died, “I won’t be dressing out.”
“You’re going to take a less-than-perfect grade?” Honda looked at him in disbelief, “That can’t be right. It’s just swimming trunks, what’s the big deal? Do you actually have a really ugly body and you won’t swim because you don’t want anyone to see it?” He laughed loudly, and the others giggled. I don’t know if any of them saw it, but I saw the hurt look appear and disappear on Seto’s features. I wanted to hold him, and I wanted to beat the fuck out of Honda. . . best friend or not.
“His body isn’t ugly!” I snapped.
“How would you know?” Yuugi’s eyes grew wide and he grinned, “Have you seen it, Jou?”
“The fact of the matter is, Seto’s body is just as good as anyone else’s, so leave him the hell alone about it. He just doesn’t want to go showing his body off to all the perverts in our school. Ryou will probably have the same problem!” I was getting so good at covering my ass, it was scary.
“Hell no he won’t!” Bakura and Honda chimed in unison.
“I’ll kill anyone who so much as looks at my hikari with lust.” His chocolate eyes steadied themselves on Honda, who began to sweat under his deadly gaze. . . Bakura gave a whole new meaning to the words ‘death by chocolate’.
“Anyways!” Yuugi all but yelled, trying to break up the tension. “I was thinking about all of us getting together on Friday after school and going shopping! We can all get knew suits!” He smiled brightly and the weight in the room lifted. Yuugi was a little guy, but he had a nice charm about him.
“I’m game,” I started, “How about you, Kaiba?”
“No way in hell, mutt.” He remained absorbed in his work.
I slapped my hand over my face at the nickname, “Oh, come on! It’ll be fun! You probably don’t own any swimming trunks anyways. We can get you some of those new kind that Bakura was talking about.” I blushed a little bit as the mental images flooded my mind. I bet Seto has really nice legs.
“You just want to stare at my legs, you fucking pervert.” This time he stopped his typing, turning around to face me. “I said it once and I’ll say it one more time; no way in hell.” He turned back to his laptop, his typing quickly picking up again.
I shrugged at my friends who all gave each other awkward looks.
Ryou pulled his bookbag into his lap, rummaging through it, “Well, I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m going to work on my homework while we chat. I would like to get this done as soon as possible!” He smiled before opening a textbook.
“That’s a good idea!” Yuugi agreed. “I’ll go get us some snacks and drinks! I know all of you like soda, but what do you want to drink, Kaiba?” He hesitated before he said Seto’s surname, as though it took him a moment to form the word with his lips.
“Water will be fine.” He looked at Yuugi for a short moment before returning to his work. I think that was his way of showing appreciation for the offer. . . being acknowledged by the great Seto Kaiba was somewhat of an honor.
And so, like on day one, I’ll skip this part. Basically, it consisted of us munching on pretzels and chips, doing homework, and sipping our soda, while chatting idly about random shit. There were times in which we were all stumped on a problem, and Seto got on the floor with us and crawled over to teach us how to do it. It sure was nice to have a teenage genius around!
By the time night fell, Seto and I were leaving, only to realize we had to walk back to my place in the dark. No matter! I would protect him. I used to street fight all the time, so I knew how to defend myself. . . chances are, Seto never really learned any sort of self defense, so it would be up to me to take care of him. . . which made me feel very seme-like. Seto was so cute, really.
I looked to my left, checking his body out. His body wasn’t ugly, no matter how many scars he has on his body. He is still beautiful. . . and his face. When he cries, his face is gorgeous, the way the tears reflect the light and the way his eyes gloss over. . . so beautiful.
“I told you about staring at me, Jounouchi.”
“I told you about calling me by my last name, Seto.”
I think I saw him laugh a little bit, but I couldn’t be sure because it disappeared quickly and he stopped suddenly in his tracks just like earlier. Just like after school, his eyes zoned out, seeming to look very far away, and his chest rose and fell dramatically. It couldn’t be. . .
And yet it was. Saki stood by the streetlight not too far ahead of us. How did I know it was him? That same eerie smile was illuminated by that cone of light.
“Saki. . .” I said, loud enough for that bastard to hear. I could feel my blood begin to boil, “What the fuck do you want?! Why do you keep following us?!” I stepped ahead of Seto as that monster approached us.
Saki stopped within three feet of me, blowing a few stray black bangs out of his eyes, “You know exactly what I want. . . or perhaps I should say who I want.” His grin faded, “You need to back the fuck off of Seto, boy. You’re below him, you could never give him what he wants.” His grey eyes narrowed.
“Oh?!” I snapped, “And what, do tell, does he want?!”
“He wants me, of course.” That same arrogant smile snuck onto his face once more.
“The hell he does! He wants nothing to do with you!” Saki advanced toward Seto, so I stepped in front of my blue-eyed beauty, who seemed to be in some sort of trance.
“Is that what you think? Then tell, me, boy, why is it that whenever I’m around, he becomes hypnotized by my presence? Why is it that he stares at me, watches me. . . he wants me, boy.” He was dangerously close now, and I could feel his breath on my forehead as he looked down at me.
“Because he’s afraid of you! You’d better back the fuck off, you son-of-a-bitch, or I’m gonna-”
“You’re gonna what?” He sneered, grabbing me by the arms and roughly shoving me aside. I fell quickly out into the street, the asphalt hard against my ribs.
“Jou. . . nou. . . chi. . .” Seto’s head turned very slowly upward to gaze into Saki’s eyes. Saki placed a hand on Seto’s cheek, caressing him.
My breath hitched, and it felt like my body froze. I wanted to get up, and I wanted to blow that fucker away, but. . . my chest hurt suddenly. Why? What was wrong with me? I could see the tears well up in those beautiful blue eyes as Saki tilted his head to the side and nuzzled his neck.
“You still love me, don’t you Seto? I didn’t mean to hurt you, Seto. . . do you remember that, koi? Do you remember when I raped you?” I could hear him sucking at Seto’s neck. . . and his gorgeous blue eyes slid shut as he visibly shook, “You wouldn’t let me fuck you, not ever. . . you always said you didn’t like sex. . . you left me no choice.” He licked at Seto’s tears, “You’re pretty when you cry, Seto. . . so, so pretty. . .” His other hand moved to Seto’s crotch.
Before I could quite register anything, I was up and off the ground, my left fist connecting with Saki’s face. He lay sprawled-out across the sidewalk, his hands covering his face, nursing it as blood crept through his fingers.
“The name’s Jounouchi, you sick fuck! Don’t you ever fuck with Seto like this again!” I grabbed Seto’s hand, to run away with him, but he wouldn’t budge. . . he just cried and stared at his ex-lover. . . so I did the only thing I could think to do. I picked him up, slung him over my shoulder (He is really light!), picked up his briefcase and my bag with my other hand, and bolted away.
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I had stopped running once I reached the apartment complex. It was about nine o’clock by now, so I didn’t need to make a lot of noise while going up the steps. I glanced behind me to make sure he wasn’t following. . . and he wasn’t.
I crept up the stairs, Seto still slung over my shoulder.
“You can put me down now. . .”
“Nope, not until we get inside.”
Of course, Ms. Harajuku picked that moment in time to open her door and see what all the noise was about.
“Is that you, Katsuya?” Her eyes grew wide and she jumped a bit, “Oooh! I see! You and your boy going to play tonight! How wonderful! You’ll have to tell me all about it!” She retreated just as quickly as she had emerged.
Seto mumbled something into my back along the lines of ‘she’s fucking insane’.
“It feels good when you talk against my back.” Seto punched my shoulder blade, and I finished our journey to my apartment.
After opening the door one-handed, I dumped Seto off onto my couch, setting our bags down next to the couch, and went back to lock the door, “Why didn’t you move?”
“I don’t want to talk about it, Jounouchi, let it go.”
“You need to talk about it! Forgetting about it isn’t going to make it-”
“I said let it go!” Seto’s brows were angled steeply, his eyes dark and full of anger. . . was he angry at me?
“I helped you!”
“Please, please let it go. . . I’ll do anything if you just let it go. . .” He covered his face with his hands.
“Anything?” A catlike grin showed on my face. . . he looked frightened though. I needed to get him to trust me. . . I couldn’t ask for sex or a kiss. . . or a blowjob, heh. . . “I want a hug.”
“A hug?”
“Yes.” I got down on my knees so that I was level with him on the couch, and I crawled over. To my enjoyment, he spread his legs for me to get close to him by going between them. . . and when I was close enough, he wrapped his arms around me, and hugged me tightly as I wrapped my arms around his thin body and did the same. We must have sat there like that for a good minute before we finally let go. . . but I stayed between his legs. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Seto blushed a bit and looked away, “Whatever.” He glanced down at my hands, which were currently resting on his thighs, “Do you mind?”
“Not one bit.” I smiled and hugged him again. I could hear him making noises of protest, but he did nothing to shove me away. I laughed and stood up, making my way to the kitchen to make dinner.
“Katsuya. . .” My first name again.
“Yeah?” I looked over my shoulder at him.
“Thanks. . .” And he smiled at me. . . it was a said smile, but it was genuine, and I didn’t even have to ask for it.
“No need to thank me. That smile is worth it. . . you know,” I turned my face away from him, “Saki was right when he said you were pretty when you cry, but. . . you’re beautiful when you smile.” With that, I retreated into the kitchen, with not a single word elicited from the brunet beauty.
“What to make for dinner. . .” I muttered to no one in particular. I pulled open the fridge, which was unusually full of food thanks to Seto, and pulled out a thing of pork tenderloin. Stepping to the pantry, I retrieved a packet of seasoning, and then grabbed a glass casserole dish from the cabinet above the sink.
As I worked on marinating the pork, a pair of arms snaked around my waist. I jumped a bit, and looked over my shoulder, “Seto?”
“What you said was. . . really nice. . . so. . . I’m giving you a hug. . . to thank you. . .” He backed away, taking a seat at the kitchen table. “What’s for dinner?”
“Pork tenderloin marinated in a special seasoning and baked in the oven.” I put the dish in the oven and set the timer, glancing at the clock as I did so. “We probably won’t be eating until about 10:30. . . sorry.”
“It’s not a problem. I usually don’t eat dinner.” He huffed a cute little sigh, “You’re a good cook, Katsuya.” He chuckled a bit as I sat down across from him, “I don’t cook a whole lot, so I’m not that great at it. . . but I guess you cook for yourself a lot, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do, heh. I like cooking though.”
“You wouldn’t happen to have any alcohol in here, would you?” Seto slapped his forehead when I looked down at the table. Of course we had alcohol, my father was an alcoholic. “Forget I asked. . . I just have a craving for some Chardonnay.”
“You aren’t old enough to drink.”
“I usually have my employees buy it for me.”
“You shouldn’t drink.”
“I know. . . but I do. I’m not an alcoholic, I just like it sometimes. Cleans out the system, you know?”
“I’ll never drink.” I put my head down on the table and I felt him run his hand through my hair, in the same manner as I had on his first day here. “Drunks disgust me.”
“Drunks disgust me too, but I don’t get drunk. When you come over to my place, I’ll give you some of the finest wine in the world. You won’t know what to do with yourself!” At that moment our eyes met, and suddenly he didn’t seem so distant. . . suddenly he seemed like a close friend, like a normal teenage boy. He wasn’t being stuck-up or rude. . . perhaps he thought of me as a. . . as a friend.
“Seto?”
“I’m still going to have to get used to you calling me that. . . yes?”
“Do you consider me your friend?” I sat up in my chair again, and Seto bit his lip.
“You’re someone who I am living with for two weeks. . .” I frowned, but he had a strange glint in his eyes, “Someone who I don’t mind living with for two weeks.” He looked back down at the table and blushed a bit. He definitely wasn’t used to saying nice things, but no matter how he hid his words, I knew what he meant, and it made me very happy.
We sat around for a bit, chatting idly about the goings-on at Yuugi’s house and even spoke about certain movies. . . he lectured me about how I should read more, and I felt like a child being lectured by the school librarian! This went on for awhile until the buzzer on the oven went off. I served it up for him, feeling like a housewife all the while, and he even complimented me on how good the food was. . . I felt like a sappy puppy, but it really did make me smile, hearing him say nice things about my cooking.
“Well, that was good. . . shall we head to bed now?” I winked at him and he turned his head away.
“Uh, yeah, I guess so. . .” He eyed me suspiciously, “Don’t get your hopes up, I’m still going to change in the bathroom.”
“Aww! You’re no fun!” As we trailed down the hallway toward my room, I could only wonder what tomorrow would bring. Ever since that event with Saki, it felt like we were worlds closer. . . perhaps this was his way of showing his gratitude. . . or perhaps, much more than that?
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