Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes ❯ Day Four: Unpredictable ( Chapter 14 )

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

Behind Blue Eyes

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I had a dream that night; a dream that far surpassed any wonder or beauty I could have imagined during my daydreams. I was in my bedroom and there was a soft light in my dream that cascaded down from the moon and illuminated my bed, leaving all other space abandoned in darkness. The sheets were stretched neatly over the mattress, the excess at the bottom dancing in a stray breeze; where the breeze originated, I didn’t care to know, for there was something far more magnificent resting peacefully atop the sheets.

Seto Kaiba’s pale skin almost appeared blue in the light, a gorgeous compliment to his eyes that were currently sealed shut. The brown tresses of hair swayed in the same breeze that I couldn’t feel. The first word that came to my mind was ‘angel’. For once, Seto appeared completely at peace, with not a care in the world. His thin body was adorned in what could only be described as a white gown from Heaven itself, and it gleamed with a brilliant shine that faded in beauty when compared to Seto.

I felt a wild urge to touch him. I wanted to bury my hands in the silky strands of his hair, freeing my right hand only to run my fingertips along the side of his face, tracing his jaw line as I captured his lips with my own. I would allow for my hand to travel downward, rubbing at his small chest and drawing circles on his stomach. I wanted, then to pull the gown up to his hips, exposing the milky-white of his perfectly-formed legs, legs that I’m sure felt like the purest satin.

I moved forward to act on my urges, but a voice stopped me in my tracks.

“No.” It was unfeeling but demanding, and yet I didn’t think to identify the voice that was so familiar to me.

I shook my head as though to relieve myself of its presence and then proceeded once more in the direction of my angelic prize, only to be greeted by the same voice.


“No, don’t.” It was pleading now, as though on the verge of tears, but I wasn’t about to listen to something I couldn’t even see.

I reached the side of the bed, trying to decide what I wanted to touch first. Everything looked absolutely perfect, like a silver statue molded and shaped by the best of artists. . . then again, even a beauty such as that could not compare to the beauty that I now faced.

His hand caught my eye. It lay at his side small, fragile, and unmoving. Gently, as though it would break, I lifted his hand an inch from the bed, my own fingers wrapping around his. He was warm with life, the skin softer than it had been in. . . in real life. . .

“Why?” A sudden voice startled me, and I might have jumped back, had Seto not gripped my hand. Amber met Sapphire as he opened his eyes. . . but they were not his eyes. There was no luster within tem, no soul.
A blinding white light consumed us both, only to then dump me in. . . my bedroom again? No. . . this room was not familiar to me.

I blinked and suddenly I wasn’t alone anymore. There was a sound. . . a suffering sound, like crying. I turned around to find a child-like Seto on his knees, eyes wide with an innocense I don’t recall him having. . . and he looked so small, so very, very small.

“No, don’t!” His young voice cried as he wiped madly at the tears that breached his eyes. “Why are you doing this to me?” Though confused, I found myself searching for answers, a feeling of guilt forming a knot in my stomach. . . but why? All I wanted to do was-

Another bright flash of light, and there were grown men everywhere, surrounding the-

“Stop it! Please, let go!”

“You’re such a pretty little thing.”

-bed.

Seto kept calling out, but his cries were soon muffled by God-only-knows-what. There were probably twenty of those disgusting men all around Seto. Filthy hands were reaching to him, holding him down, stripping his clothes away, pulling at his hair. I could faintly see a shivering, pale, nude body kneeling on the bed. . . one man standing before him with his pants pulled down. I knew what Seto was doing, or rather, what he was being forced into. . . and what was worse was that I knew that it was no where near the Hell that Seto had truly been through. I wanted to rush over, to pull those foul men away from him, to pull him from the madness, and to relieve him of his suffering.

Then I realized that I wasn’t much better than those men. I wanted to run my hands along Seto’s body. I wanted to feel him squirming and writhing beneath me as I took him against his will. . . there had already been numerous occasions in which I had almost done so.

The terrible image vanished and I was roused from my sleep by the screeching of my alarm.

- - -

Seto made pancakes that morning. They were just being set out on the table as I trudged groggily into the kitchen, looking for Seto.

“You’re up early.” I pointed out, taking my seat and dumping an enormous amount of orange juice in my mouth.

“Well, generally I can’t get any rest when someone is fondling me in their sleep.”

A fountain of juice spewed from my mouth, earning a wide-eyed glance from the blue-eyed god.

I took my eyes off the orange mess on the floor, a look of what I can only imagine as shock plastered across my face. “What the hell?”

“You’re the one that made the mess.” He took the seat across from me.

“I’m not talking about the mess, I’m talking about what you said!”

“Oh. . . that was also your fault though.” He held a cup of coffee, sipping at it at random intervals. He sure was a smartass.

“I wasn’t my fault, it was your-” I caught myself when his left eyebrow rose beneath his bangs, “I was just having a strange dream.”

“An exotic dream, you mean.” He looked amused before hiding his lips behind his cup to take another swig of steaming coffee.

“Yeah, but strange too.” I admitted, my eyes watching hungrily as his tongue darted across his lips to lap up the warm fluid that lingered there.

He sat the cup on the table, picking up a fork, “Just shut up and eat, mutt. It isn’t every day that I cook, you know.”

“Yes ma’am!” I saluted him, “You’ll make a wonderful housewife some day.”

“Unless you want a fresh cup of coffee on your face, I’d suggest you shut your trap, you filthy mutt.” He made circular motions with the cup that he had picked back up, the scalding liquid swirling menacingly.

I almost dared to shoot out another ‘yes ma’am’, but decided it could result in third-degree burns and therefore remained silent.

Breakfast was uneventful and the walk to school consisted of Seto conducting business on his cell phone and my eyes doing business with his ass. (AN: I know, I’m interrupting the story, but I wrote most of this chapter during my first block class, and I burst out laughing when I wrote that part. I got a lot of weird looks from my classmates, but my teacher didn’t really mind.)

We were on time today, but Ms. Asuka didn’t risk pissing off the blue-eyed devil by commenting on it.

“How are your projects coming along?”

“The same as they were yesterday.” Came the answer from a smart-mouth somewhere behind me.

Ms. Asuka blinked a couple times, “Well then, let us look at more sample papers and then discuss the steps to writing an effective introduction.” Her eyes fell on Seto, “I hope that there won’t be any note consumption today.”

Seto, not being one to give people the time of day, simply narrowed his eyes in an unspoken threat before laying his head down on his desk.

That was strange. Even though he already knew everything, he would always at least pretend that he was paying attention during class. Did he not feel well? Had my (un)intentional groping kept him awake longer than I thought it did?

“Jounouchi! Pay attention!” Ms. Asuka snapped, bringing my attention to the sample introductions projected by the overhead at the front of the room. A few of the students around me snickered.

“Have you tapped that ass yet?” The guy directly behind me whispered.

“No,” I huffed, “But I want to.” It wasn’t a lie; I really did want to, but now that I knew pieces of his past, the chances of me getting some tail were slim to none. . . and besides, I didn’t want to hurt him even more than he had already been hurt by others.

“Well when you do,” He continued, “Take pictures so the rest of us can see.”

I squeezed my pencil just hard enough so that it would bend but not snap. I wanted with all of my being to grab him by the back of the head and slam his skull onto his desk. . .

. . . and then I felt bad for wanting that.

Just days ago, before I had found out things about the ivory beauty’s past, I would have given anything for pornographic pictures of him. . . I wondered then if Seto knew just how many people felt that way about him. Seto kaiba; tall, rich, absolutely gorgeous and totally fuckable.

That dream of mine must have been my guilt eating at me in my sleep. It was a strange dream. Who were those men?

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

I turned my head just enough that I could see Seto out of the corner of my eyes. Was he sleeping?

“Kaiba Seto!” Ms. Asuka seemed to be in a bad mood that morning, “Even though your work and grades are immaculate, sleeping during class will not be tolerated!”

Kaiba had opened one eye when she had called his name, and had lifted his head when she finally shut up.

“Had this occurred when I wasn’t so tired, I might have flirted my way out of the situation like I do on most days.” Ms. Asuka blinked rapidly in surprise and Seto flashed his trademarked glare, “But today I’d like to get some fucking sleep and you have to be a fucking bitch about it.”

“Watch your mouth, young man!” Ms. Asuka was even more furious than a moment ago, but she shook slightly with some kind of fear. If Seto were giving me the same menacing look that she was currently receiving, I’d probably start shaking too!
“Look, old hag, unless you want to lose your job-”

“Kaiba Seto!”

“Do you want to test me, Asuka Ayumi?” He was seething now, blue eyes ablaze with a newly born hatred. The great Kaiba Seto had stood from his seat and slammed his palms on his desk.

Ms. Asuka shut her mouth instantly at the mentioning of her first name, her eyes bulging with either shock or fear; I couldn’t tell which anymore.

There was a long, awkward, tense silence that seemed to linger thick like cigarette smoke, but more suffocating.

Seto slowly inched back down into his seat, his eyes fluttering shut as he rested his head on his folded arms. Ms. Asuka allowed him to sleep for the remainder of class, and had Yuugi wake him when the bell rang.

Kaiba lingered by the door for a moment - was he waiting for me? - but he went on his way after a short while.


I waited until after all of the students had filed out of the room before approaching Ms. Asuka. I felt that I needed to explain things to her. . . like it was my responsibility that Kaiba let loose on here. . . and in a sense, it was my fault.

“Ms. Asuka. . .” I hadn’t really thought of what I was going to say to her; perhaps I should have come up with something during class while I was bored.

Asuka Ayumi glanced up at me, clasping her hands together on her desk. She was a younger woman, likely only in her twenties, with black hair and black eyes. No, there really wasn’t anything special about her appearance. “Can I help you, Jounouchi?”

“It’s about Se-Kaiba; He really isn’t-”

“Isn’t such a bad guy?” She raised both brows at me and I nodded. “I know. Each year, the teachers get a packet of information on each student so that we as their teachers know what to expect and how to deal with it.” She sighed, “Kaiba Seto’s packet was thin, being that he only began attending school in this district when he was sixteen. He apparently attended another district until he was twelve. It took a lot of work, but I was able to obtain that information as well when I became more interested in his personality. During the time he was in another school, he was under the name of Yagami Seto.”

“Then he was adopted and so he was tutored privately until he was sixteen. . .” I blurted in, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Yes, but according to his records, he has always excelled academically. Also according to his records, he was a sweet boy with a lot of friends.”
“Should you really be telling me all of this?” It felt wrong, but I didn’t want her to stop talking.

“Normally, no, but I think that I can trust you, Jounouchi.” She smiled at me, “Besides, won’t this help you with your paper?”

She was right. Now that I knew his previous last name, I could find out more about his past on my own rather than relying on random facts that Seto threw at me. “Yes.” I admitted, smiling in simple reply.

Ms. Asuka scribbled something down on scratch paper, handing it to me when she finished, “Here is a pass to your second block.”

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Second block dragged on as usual. I sat with Yuugi and the others at lunch, but only because Seto was nowhere to be found. He didn’t show up at his locker and he wasn’t in class for fourth. He had apparently left school early without so much as even a word to me. Considering the fact that he didn’t have a key to get into my apartment, I could only guess where he would be. The Kaiba mansion? Kaiba Corporation? Sitting in front of my apartment door? (Yeah right.) Since he had been so warm to me the night before, I decided that he may have left a note on my door and so I made a dash for home as soon as the final bell rang.

A car would have been so much faster. Maybe if Seto and I became good friends, he would buy me a car. Ha, no chance. Seto didn’t want any friends because. . .

“Haven’t you ever had friends?”

“Yes, lots. Then I learned that they only befriended me for my money or the way I looked. . . even for my social status. So I basically told them all to fuck off and burn in an everlasting Hell.”

Yeah, definitely wouldn’t be asking him for much in the near future. Wait; Ms. Asuka said that he had a lot of friends before he was adopted. What were those friends like? Didn’t Seto have a great childhood with them? There had to be more to his lack of friendship than some greedy bastards. Surely there was another reason that he refused to have friends. . . and it most likely had something to do with what happened while under Gozaburo’s roof.

Just as I had suspected, no note on the door. Looks like I was going to have to go on a wild goose chase anyways, but where to first? He could be at the Kaiba mansion or Kaiba Corporation. . . or worse, he could be wandering aimlessly around town as easy prey for Saki. Nah, that wasn’t his style.

So now I needed to do some logical reasoning. . . geez, and I thought I wouldn’t need such skills in life.

The Kaiba mansion would have been empty at the time Seto left because Mokuba would have been at school. Seto could have gone there to do some thinking, but he wasn’t really the type to do something like that. . . was he?
Kaiba Corporation was a more likely location to find my sapphire-eyed beauty. He could have privacy in the quiet space of his office and he could get some work done and maintain his precious company, his company which was definitely not just dropped into his lap by his ridiculously wealthy adoptive father.

I decided to go ahead and check Kaiba Corporation first.

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The walk was a lot father than I remembered it being; then again, I was usually running to the towering office building to either retrieve Yuugi’s grandfather or to save Seto from his own virtual reality game. I was walking at a steady pace this time and so it took me about forty-five minutes to arrive.

Kaiba Corporation was easily the tallest building in the city and therefore not difficult to find among the various skyscrapers. Its unique shape also helped it to stand out.

It was a company worth billions and the lobby reflected that. The floors were glossy marble, the walls were done up with regal-styled papering, Greek columns ran up to the ceiling, the elevator doors closed to form a gaudy emblem, and various forms of art and greenery were placed in perfect locations for decor. Even the secretary was done up to look like she ought to be attending a ball rather than sitting behind a desk answering the phone all day.

“Excuse me.” I approached her desk and she glanced up at me, her make-up plastered face straining as she put on a fake smile.

“Welcome sir. What can I assist you with today?” It sounded more like something a prostitute would say to one of her tricks.

“Is Kaiba Seto here?” I scratched at the back of my head, trying to ignore the irritating batting of her eyelashes.

“He sure is! Let me page him for you, cutie-pie.” She winked, mashing a button on the little black phone in front of her.

“What.” It was Kaiba’s voice. Not questioning at all, but more like a simple statement with undertones of ‘fuck off’.

“Someone is here to see you, sir.”

“If it’s a woman, tell her to go fuck herself.”

“It’s not a woman; it’s a cute blond boy!”

There was a short moment of silence and then, “If his name is Jounouchi Katsuya, tell him to go fuck himself.” He sounded rather amused with himself.

The bimbo looked up at me questioningly and so I shook my head frantically.

“No sire, that isn’t his name.”

“Then send him up to my office.” There was a soft click over the little speaker.

The woman flashed another smile, “His office is on the top floor just below the roof.”

I strolled slowly to the elevator, trying to look as official as I possibly could in an unbuttoned high school uniform. I mashed the glowing circle that was left to the red ‘R’ on the elevator panel.

What would Seto do when I stepped into his office? Would he call security or would he laugh at how I lied to the phone wench? Well, the only way to find out was to confront him, but. . . there were an awful lot of doors on the top floor and I wasn’t sure which was his! Ugh, what a hassle.

I studied the doors carefully, finally realizing the gold name plates listing the last name and position of the employee within. They were high-ranking employees, seeing as how the positions were those of the former ‘big five’.

I rounded a corner and found the obvious entrance to Kaiba’s office. Two enormous maple doors and a large gold plate just above them that read ‘Kaiba Seto. Chairman and CEO.’ I suddenly felt very small and insignificant. Here I was, some poor, low-class street kid and I was meddling in the life of the richest business tycoon in the city. I had laid my hands on the handles, but now I wasn’t so sure if I’d go in.

One of the doors opened slightly, and I wasn’t sure if I had accidentally pulled on it or not.

“Are you going to just stand there like a dumbass or are you going to come in?” Blue eyes peered from the crack. It was Kaiba who opened it. “I have cameras. I knew it was you all along.”

“You did? Then why did you tell that woman to turn me away?” I marched into the room when he opened the door further and the shut it behind me.

“I wanted to fuck with you.” He replied, smirking. I tried my best not to blush at the double meaning. . . but with that smirk he had. . .

“Fair enough.” I admitted, admiring the many windows and books. I got comfortable in the sofa chair by the bookcases against the far wall, “Why did you ask if it was a woman?”

Seto was in his computer chair now, pecking at the keyboard, “I wonder.” He stated simply, ending the discussion.

There was a long period of near-silence, with only the light, continuous clicking of keys to litter the air. I took this time to study my surroundings. Kaiba’s office was huge and the view of the city from the windows behind him was absolutely breathtaking. That’s when I noticed an imperfection. One of the windows let in significantly more light than the others.

“Hey, Seto-”

“You’ll call me Kaiba here, you go that?”

“Ja, Hitler.” (AN: German for “Yes, Hitler”)

He rolled his eyes, but never once stopped typing.

“Hey, Kaiba,” I began again and he huffed with irritation, “One of your windows is missing some tint.”

Immediately, the typing ceased and Seto’s eyes looked up at me, a dangerous glint in them, “Oh, it’s newer than the others and I’ve yet to get it tinted.” He smirked a different kind of smirk than usual, but I think that he was actually trying to smile, “It’s a wonderful view; why don’t you come have a closer look?”

I stood, hesitating slightly due to the look in his eyes. Slowly stepping over to the wall of windows, I gazed out, my fear of heights kicking in. . . wait. Heights. Windows. Falling. Dying. Gozaburo.

“I went up to Gozaburo’s office, pretending just to be on my way for yet another lesson in managing Kaiba Corporation. No one was suspicious of it, for it was a natural occurrence. After entering, I made quick work of the man, threatening to do horrible things to him, and him trying to intimidate me in return. . . but that day had been one of the worst of my life, and there wasn’t a damn thing that that old fucker could do to stop me! The moment I saw the chance, I charged him with every ounce of power in my thin body and crashed into him, knocking him backward and off balance. . . straight through the glass. . . and he then proceeded to plummet to his instant death.”

I panicked, “Kaiba, is this the window that-” my voice was cut off when my face and body were roughly shoved against the cool glass.

“Shut up!” Kaiba Seto’s body crushed against my back, “I’m not a murderer!”

“I never said that!” I managed to call out.

“But you were going to!” He yelled, his bead just behind my own. He sounded different and his words were spit out with a frantic pace to them.

“You told me what you did! Why are you so pissed off at me?!” I wanted to fight him and get out from under him, but the view out of the corner of my eye scared the hell out of me.

There was no reply from him, but he held my hands tightly behind my back. Again, reality smacked me in the face. Seto had shoved a man out of this same window just two years ago and got away clean. He was obviously mentally unstable and so the chances of him getting pissed off enough to kill again were pretty good. The sad part was, my death would be easier to cover up than that of the former CEO of Kaiba Corporation. . . heh, maybe he’d kill Saki instead. . . before I did. . .

My options were few and far between and so I used the one thing I knew would work on him. “Do you want me to die? I thought we were friends. Why can’t we be friends? Does the Kaiba name make you too good for friends?” The pressure on my back was growing lighter; that’s when I used my trump card, “What happened to the Seto who laughed and smiled and had so many friends? What happened to Yagami Seto?” The hands around my wrists were immediately removed as the brunet jumped back.

“Satoshi.” He muttered, and suddenly I was very confused. “Satoshi!” He was yelling now, a weak, remorseful yelling, “I’m so sorry! So, so sorry! I didn’t want this! This was the only way! I had to! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He fell to his knees muttering apologies and so I rushed to his side. . . but I knew that in his mind, I wasn’t here, this wasn’t Kaiba Corporation, and he wasn’t eighteen years old. In fact, it probably wasn’t even me that he thought he was pushing against the cold glass, but someone he despised from his past.

I kneeled on the floor, my hands on his shoulders, and shook him. . . but he only stared wide-eyed at the palms of his hands, probably imagining them to be tainted with something like blood when there was truly nothing.

I pulled him against me when he began to sob, but he switched our positions, placing my head on his chest and resting the left side of his face atop my scruffy blond head. His crying stopped quickly, like a faucet being shut off.

“Mokuba,” He muttered, sniffling like a child, “Mokuba, I did a very bad thing; he made me do a very bad thing.” There was a second of silence and then, “Don’t ever be like me, Mokuba.” It wasn’t long until it was him that was resting against me. Whether he was passed out or asleep, I couldn’t quite tell.

Gently, I held him at arms length and inspected his serene face streaked with tears he didn’t know he cried. It was extremely likely that he would remember this as being a regular nightmare. . . and I was going to let him have the security of thinking that way. Anything to protect his feelings.

I wiped the remnants of tears from his eyes and cheeks, admiring the soft skin under my fingers.

His pretty blue eyes fluttered open.

“K-Katsuya. . . er, Jounouchi!” He was too startled to sound angry. In fact, I caught a glimpse of a rosy blush sweeping across his face.

I pulled my arms away, “Good evening, Seto.” I smiled.

He looked around, trying not to seem embarrassed, “Why am I on the floor?”

“You were having a nightmare and so I tried to wake you and knocked you out of your chair by accident.” Hey, it made me sound like a dumbass, but that would make Seto more likely to believe it.

“Ugh, you’re a dumbass.”
I rubbed at the back of my head and grinned like an idiot just for the added effect, “Yeah, well, can’t change who I am.”

“No; I mean, you’re a dumbass for actually thinking I’d believe that.” He glared as he stood up, looking out that forbidden window of horrible memories.

“What?” I tried to play dumb, still attempting to look innocent in the mess.

“Satoshi. . .” He said it just loud enough to where he knew I would hear, and then turned to lock eyes with me, his drooping sadly as though his irises were lonely raindrops frozen in their fall.

So he knew that it wasn’t a nightmare. To be fully aware that he is hallucinating after the hallucination. . . but then why would he react to it? Perhaps he only realized it because I’m such a shitty liar. Or maybe he was really just that smart.

“I left school during the day. I haven’t done that in a long time.”

“I figured it out by fourth block. It was dull sitting with Yuugi and the others at lunch today.”

“Dull? They’re your friends, Jounouchi.” He took a seat in the couch and I sat closely next to him. He shrank back a bit, but didn’t seem so bothered otherwise.

“Yeah, they’re my friends, but I pretty much know all there is to know about them. I know their secrets and hobbies and dreams. . . and they’re so predictable because their personalities are easy to label.” He gave me a side glance full of curiosity. “But you,” I continued, “You are extremely unpredictable. I can’t tell when you’re going to cry, laugh, or bitch me out. You sound the same when you’re serious and when you’re joking. Sometimes I feel like I’m walking on eggshells around you, and other times I talk more loosely with you than I would with Honda.” I laughed a bit and grinned when Seto began to blush furiously, “All in all,” I draped an arm around his shoulders, trying my best to seem totally not gay while doing so, “you keep things interesting. Each day is something new; I like that.”

He was quiet, but I think that perhaps he was flattered. His eyes trailed down to see my hand, which had made it’s way down to rest atop his right nipple. I wondered if he knew that I had done that on purpose.

“You. . . like that, hm?” His head leaned back, brown tresses sliding over each others and brushing over the top of the couch. I thought perhaps he was staring at the ceiling, but his eyes were sealed shut.

“I do.” I answered, lowering my voice and removing my hand from his chest to rub at his right shoulder. Again, he didn’t seem to mind much, but he wasn’t exactly leaning into my touch or anything. He felt very tense, “Do I make you nervous?” I asked, sounding like some sick sexual predator. I immediately regretted reminding myself of Saki.

“Nervous?” Those precious sapphire orbs slid open, his neck looking limp as he turned his head toward me, the back of it still leaned against the couch. “No, I can’t say that you make me nervous.”
“What do you mean by that?” The way he said it, it was strange.

“I told you a couple days ago; you confuse me.”

“How do I confuse you?”

“Like you said about me, you are also very unpredictable. I can never tell what your intentions are. Sometimes I can’t even tell if you’re being honest or not.” He sighed heavily, “There are times where I think you’ll do. . . or try to do. . . what Saki did,” I cringed, but Seto kept right on talking, “And then there are times. . .” He paused her, reaching up to lay his hand atop the hand I had laid on his shoulder, “Where you are very kind and. . . you remind me of someone else I once knew.” He huffed out a pitiful laugh, “Listen to me; I sound like some teenage sap. How angsty.”

“No comment.” I blurted out, laughing in that annoying manner of mine.

Seto whopped me on the head with his left hand and laughed at the face I must have made.

The door flew open and in came some flustered looking fellow with his hair all in a mess and his suit not so straight, “Mr Kaiba!” He yelled, but stopped dead in his tracks at the sight on Seto’s couch.

“What is it, Mr. Hakkai?” Seto’s voice was back to it’s cool form and his eyes were cold and emotionless. This was the CEO, Kaiba Seto. He didn’t make any movements to shove me off and didn’t attempt to play off the entire situation. He acted as though I weren’t there, even though his little servant man was gawking at me like I was fucking his boss or something.

Oooh, shouldn’t be thinking about that. . . Anzu pole dancing, Anzu pole dancing, Anzu pole dancing. . .

I continued the chant in my head, drowning out the boring Corporate chit-chat between boss-man and pathetic employee-man. I think I heard something about hearing yelling from Kaiba’s office (his illusion episode, obviously) and then the conversation evolved (due do Seto’s insisting, of course) into talk about the latest product’s sales and what could be done to improve it or to make a better profit. Who knows and who cares? I was too busy breaking down the tent forming in my pants.

This ‘Mr. Hakkai’ was on his way out the door by the time I fixed myself, but he spun on his heels for one last question, “By the way. . . Mr. Kaiba, is this young man your boyfrie-”

“Get the fuck out of my office.” It wasn’t yelled, but it was short and choppy; an obvious command.

“Y-yes Mr. Kaiba!” And with that, the poor man fled the room just as fast as he had rushed in.

I forced out a laugh, “He thought we were boyfriends!”

“Yeah. . .” Seto arched an eyebrow. He was so damn cute when he did that. “What a freak.”

But. . . Seto hadn’t said no. He had simply said ‘get the fuck out’. So. . . would he go out with me if I asked? I wondered. Not that I’d ever actually have the guts to ask him. He was so hot and yet so damned stubborn. . . and so scarred by people who had hurt him before.

“You wouldn’t ever go out with someone like me. . . would you.” It was a statement, not a question to be answered, but I think he took it as one.

“Would I?” Was his reply and he slid my arm off and went to his computer, clicking here and there and then shutting it off. “Come on; we’re gonna go get absolutely drunk. . . then we’re gonna go back to your place. . .”

Okay, the tent was back.

“. . . and then we’re gonna go into your room. . .”

Oh shit. . .

“. . . we’ll close the door, and then together. . .”

I rose from the couch, slowly approaching Seto, ready to grab him and take him right there. . .

“. . . and we will so not do our homework!” He grinned, feeling like a rebel apparently. Then again, he never did miss a homework assignment. . . so technically, that was a huge rebellion in his life.

Talk about instant limpage.

“Uh, that doesn’t exactly sound fun at the end. . . and I can’t exactly get into a bar.” I sounded whiney, feeling sorry for my crotch.

“Haven’t we had this conversation before? I can get into any bar I so please to enter, and I can drag along whoever I want. As long as you’re with me, you can do anything.” He smiled and the world seemed to light up. The evening was beginning outside, and Seto’s hair and skin were beautiful and sun-kissed. He seemed to glow gold just like the sun. . . my sun. “As for afterward. . . I doubt I’ll be coherent enough to give a fuck what happens. In fact, you might have to carry me home.” He laughed, and it was a true laugh, not forced out at all. It was the kind of laugh that makes a person smile and feel happy.


I figured out then that I didn’t love Kaiba, but that I loved Seto. Kaiba didn’t smile or laugh or have feelings at all. Kaiba shunned people away and taunted others just for existing. . . but Seto was lonely and just wanted someone to keep him company. Seto could laugh and smile, cry and frown. . . Seto could open up, and maybe, just maybe. . .

Maybe Seto could love me back.

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