Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes ❯ Day Seven: Used To It ( Chapter 21 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: kiokukaiba 
Seto awakens for the first time since the incident, but does he blame Jounouchi for his suffering?
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.14.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.9K | Visits: 639 | Status: Work In Progress
Seto awakens for the first time since the incident, but does he blame Jounouchi for his suffering?
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.14.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.9K | Visits: 639 | Status: Work In Progress
Behind Blue Eyes
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Another chapter is finally here! Sorry that I take so long! Been going out of town a lot for funerals and stuff as well as attending college orientation (as well as sitting on my lazy ass or going to work, hehe). . . but I have finally finished chapter 21 of Behind Blue Eyes! Sorry that the last chapter was boring. I’m aware that a chapter without Seto is very depressing, haha, but please understand that I’m trying to provide you all with a plot as well as JouXSeto goodness! Enjoy this next chapter, and I hope that it’s better than the previous one!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yuugiou. . . it owns me.
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Recap:
He was mostly unmoving and silent except for his quiet, steady breathing. The only thing I remember him doing before I fell asleep was jerking a bit and scrunching up his facial features before returning to the way he had been.
If he was dreaming, was it a nightmare?
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It was dark. Even as my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, I couldn’t see a damn thing. My surroundings were as black as an empty night with no stars or moon.
How had I come to be here? Last I could remember, I was going to sleep in my room after I-
A laugh, a loud and wicked laugh that seemed to come from every direction, the sound reverberating off of unseen walls and echoing again and again until it sounded like a whole crowd of men had fallen into hilarity. But why was this invisible man laughing? Was he laughing at me? I parted my lips to call out and ask for his reasoning, but my voice wouldn’t come to me. In fact, my entire body was motionless and unresponsive.
A light, a bright and golden light shone like a beam of hope from some invisible ceiling. I quickly changed my thoughts, however, from ‘hope’ to ‘Hell’ as the ray descended from above and illuminated the man that had finally stopped laughing.
“Oh! Hello Kat-su-ya! How are you, friend?” He smiled, the corners of his mouth curving upward to match the horns hidden beneath his black mop of hair.
‘Saki!’ My mind screamed, my voice saying nothing.
“What? Not going to talk to me anymore, Kat-su-ya?” A look of mock hurt crossed his face before he smiled a taunting smile, “Is it anger at me for stealing away the one you love?” As if summoned, Seto appeared from the air, his perfect body adorned with a thin, loose-fitting outfit that didn’t leave much to the imagination.
Seto’s expression was blank and frightening, “Saki, my love. . .” His voice echoed much louder and longer than Saki’s laugh ever could. This couldn’t be. My heart was beating a mile a minute, but I knew that it wasn’t true.
“You couldn’t give him what he wanted, Kat-su-ya. I happen to know that Seto likes it rough.” He grinned and Seto’s frail form faded away.
“No!” I called out to him, though I knew it was useless. This wasn’t happening; this wasn’t real. The light dimmed and then faded, leaving me in total darkness once more for a short moment before the light reappeared. . . directly above me. . .and Saki appeared right in front of me. My breath hitched. This wasn’t real. I wasn’t here and this wasn’t real. “You aren’t real!”
“I’m not real?” He seemed shock that I would even make such an accusation, “Oh, but I am real, Kat-su-ya. I am very real and so is your doubt!”
“My doubt?”
“Yes! You doubt Seto’s feelings toward you! That’s how weak this love of yours is! Weak, weak, weak. . .”
I awoke with a start, my hands in a white-knuckle grip around the blankets, my chest rising and falling in short heaves of breath, a cold sweat running along my brow. I sat up, checking on Seto. Apparently I had made some kind of noise when I awakened, for Seto was just opening his eyes.
It really was the most adorable thing I had ever seen. His beautiful blue eyes fluttered open very slowly, not taking a liking to the sunshine that came in through the window right beside him. The little Sapphire slits eventually opened wide, making me the honored audience to a full show of his magnificent gems. . . however something was different this time.
The first thing he looked at was me, and I know full well that I was blatantly staring at him, yet. . . he didn’t make a single sarcastic or snotty remark. Seto just stared at me in a lazy manner, his face eventually turning to the ceiling, and then down at himself as he slipped his hands beneath the sheets.
Oh shit. I never put his clothes back on him.
His eyes opened wide, his sights set on the ceiling once more. Still, he said nothing.
“I uh, there’s a reason for that.” I stammered, rubbing at the back of my own head and laughing like a nervous child. Still he said nothing. “You see, something happened yesterday and-”
“Every day.”
“What?” I asked, and I stopped rubbing my head. “What do you mean ‘every day’?”
“This ‘something’ that you won’t name; it happens every day.” His eyes were still open and locked with the ceiling.
So he remembered? “No, it doesn’t happen every day. As far as I remember you telling me, it hasn’t happened in a long time.”
He abruptly faced me, sitting up in the bed. The sheets slid from his upper torso, giving a full view of his bare chest and stomach. The marks on his neck were clear marks of what Saki had claimed as his. “It happens every day. Every single day. Now and forever. Every day.” He glared at me, his eyes glimmering with a vicious fire that I hadn’t seen in a very long time and hoped to never see again. Yet here it was, the Kaiba glare in all of its glory.
“But Seto-”
“It’s ‘Kaiba’ to you! Don’t act like we’re so close! I don’t want to get close to you or anyone else! Why can’t you all just leave me the Hell alone?!”
If I had a gun, I would have shot myself. If I had a knife, I would have plunged it through my own chest. If I had poison, I would have drank every last drop.
“Don’t act like we’re so close! I don’t want to get close to you or anyone else! Why can’t you all just leave me the Hell alone?!”
Why? What had I done?
“I won’t let Saki touch you, I won’t let anyone from school touch you either, or anyone at the mall or at the grocery store or on the street or at your own company! No one will touch you, no one will kiss you, no one will follow you. . . and absolutely no one will rape you.”
Oh yeah. . .
“. . . and absolutely no one will rape you.”
. . . that. I had let him down. The one thing that screwed his life up the most had happened once again. The one thing that I promised to protect him from, and I had failed him. I wonder how many times someone had promised him the same thing I had promised. I wonder how many times others have failed before me. Maybe I’m really. . . no better than Saki.
“Why are you staring? Is it because I’m naked? Does that turn you on, you sick mutt? I bet it does, fucking pervert.”
I turned away from him, “No, it doesn’t.”
There was silence and then movement from the bed. I faced that direction only to find him wrapping my sheets around his waist and limping, yes limping, from the room. “Where are you going?” I called out to him as he wandered down the hall. His clothes were in here, so where on Earth could he possibly be. . . unless. . .
“What the hell?!”
I jumped from my place on the floor, a foul stench becoming very obvious from the hallway. The bathroom. The tub. The water, I hadn’t drained the water. That stench must be. . .
I stepped into the doorway of the bathroom, running into Seto in the process. He stumbled a bit and I caught him before he fell. The sheets fell from his waist and pooled on the floor around his feet, but he didn’t seem to mind one bit. His eyes scanned the murky red water, his breathing becoming heavy.
“Come on, Seto,” I urged in the kindest voice that I could muster, “Let’s get you into some clean clothes, okay?”
“I need a. . . I’m filthy. A bath. The water is. . .” He swallowed slowly, his eyes going downcast as he rubbed his fingers against his palms, his arms against his sides. “I’m sorry.”
I was a bit startled, “Sorry? For what?” I wrapped my arms completely around his waist, watching for a reaction that never came.
“For dragging you into this.” So he hadn’t lost it this time. “I thought that all of this was over when I killed Gozaburo. . . but look at what happened.” His lips tightened together and I could tell that he was tired of crying in front of me, for his tears refused to fall.
I smiled, but he couldn’t see it, “Well I guess there’s only one solution then.”
“What would that be?” He glanced over his shoulder, a sad frown playing on his lips.
“We have to get rid of Saki. . . by any means necessary.” I could feel him tense up.
He spun around, jerking out of my arms. He looked like he was about to yell, but broke out into a furious blush as he pulled the sheet up off of the floor to cover his. . . ehem. . . “Are you saying I should kill him?” He sounded absolutely shocked, “I promised myself that I would never kill anyone ever again! I’ve killed too many people in my life!” He was panting by the end, and he looked as though he had said too much. . .and he probably did.
“Woah, woah, wait just a minute. You say that you’ve killed too many people? How many would that be, Kaiba?”
“So you’re back to calling me Kaiba now?” He looked hurt.
I gave him a good long look. Wasn’t he the one that told me to call him Kaiba again. After a moment of the ‘are you serious?’ look, I shook away his attempted diversion, “How many people have you killed, Seto?”
“Can I get some clothes? I’m freezing.”
A fit of frustration surged through me. Grabbing him roughly by the shoulders, I shoved him against the wall beside the open door, “Seto! Stop fucking around! How many?! Tell me!” The look in his eyes made me feel guilty immediately. I bent my head forward so that I didn’t have to see those accusing blue orbs. “Please tell me.” I barely whispered this time, unable to yell at him any longer.
“You’re so rough when you get frustrated or angry. Is that a result of the way your father treats you?”
My eyes widened as I stepped away from him. His blue eyes looked down into my own golden eyes. . . what was that emotion that I found there? Pity? Curiosity? Concern? No, this was another one of his diversions, “Stop it! This has nothing to do with me!” Instead of placing my hands back over his shoulders, I cupped his face. He seemed startled. “You always try to turn me away from the question or situation at hand, and I’ve allowed you to get away with it for far too long.” I gave him the sweetest expression that I could muster when the corners of his mouth fell into a frown, his eyes narrowing with depression. “Please, no more dancing around things. I want to help you, but I can’t do it without your cooperation. When you can answer my questions, I’ll answer yours.”
With that I pulled away, retreating toward my bedroom. “Come on and lets get you into some clean clothes, okay?” I called back to him. The soft sound of his feet against the dingy carpet somehow forced my lips into a smile.
The moment I passed through the doorway, the telephone rang. I snatched it off the cradle after the second irritating chime and sat down on my bed to get comfortable. Seto crept in, wearing the sheet like a skirt again, and sat on the floor to select an outfit.
“Jounouchi residence.” I answered, assuming it was either a bill collector or some cheap hussy wondering why my father never returned her calls.
“Am I speaking to Jounouchi Katsuya?”
The woman’s voice was strangely familiar, “Yes.”
“Hello Jounouchi, this is Ms. Arashi with attendance at Domino High,” I squeezed my eyes shut as if to say ‘oh shit’ when she told me that. Today was Friday; we were supposed to be at school. “I’m calling to ask why you and Mr. Kaiba are not in class today.” She had an accusing tone to her voice. So she knew that Seto was staying with me. . . and why did she address him as ‘Mr.’?
“Oh, hello Ms. Arashi.” I shot a glance at Seto as if trying to suck an excuse out of him. . . hehe, sucking something out of Seto.
Speaking of the gorgeous brunet, he had somehow zipped across the room clad in unbuttoned leather pants and had snatched the phone out of my hand, “Kaiba Seto speaking.” A moment of listening. “Very good observation. You’re right, we aren’t in school today.” Another moment and Seto rolled his eyes, “Correct again, this is the second time this week. You see, some important things have come up and-” Uh-oh, she dared to interrupt him. “Actually, I can think of a shitload of things that are more important to me than school, like watching paint dry, for example.” Yup, she had pissed him off. I could faintly hear her over the receiver, but it reached my ears as some angry, high-pitched noise. “Listen, woman, you and I both know that I will not get behind in my studies and my grades will not drop, and I shall see to it that the same goes for Katsuya. Have a pleasant day.” He said the last few words as though they left a bad taste in his mouth as he slammed the phone back into it’s proper resting place.
“Harsh.” I commented.
“I guess. . .” He replied, sitting on the floor by my feet, not bothering to button his pants or put a shirt on. “It feels like. . . a nightmare.”
“What?” A nightmare? What felt like a nightmare?
“Yesterday, what happened with. . .” He shook involuntarily, his eyes downcast, “It just doesn’t seem real. This kind of thing happened a lot when I was younger, and I cried almost every time, but now. . . I don’t know if I care.”
A sharp pain seared from my stomach to my neck. He didn’t care? How could someone not care if they got raped?
“You couldn’t give him what he wanted, Kat-su-ya. I happen to know that Seto likes it rough.”
A feeling of absolute dread came over me. Maybe he really did like the things that Saki did to him. . . maybe I really couldn’t give him what he truly wanted.
“Yes! You doubt Seto’s feelings toward you! That’s how weak this love of yours is! Weak, weak, weak. . .”
“Shut up!” I screamed, immediately cursing myself for it.
“What?”
Trying to cover up my stupidity, I kept going, “You do care, Seto! It’s because you care so much that he was able to hurt you! It’s because he hurt you that you decided to close yourself off from the world! It’s because you closed yourself off that you don’t feel the things that he is doing to you!” It was so confusing, but it made sense to me, “What you truly need is someone that cares back! You need someone to hug you ever now and then, someone to tell you how beautiful you are every day, someone to tell you it’s okay to cry, someone to show you that love has nothing to do with sex-”
“So you’re telling me that I need you.”
My breath hitched. Me? Is that the kind of person that he saw me as? “Me?” I asked, pointing to myself like a fool.
His blue eyes looked so gentle at that time, and I felt lost within their depths, “Yes. Other than Satoshi and Saki, you are the only person that I have ever confided in. The difference is, you’re still alive.”
“But Saki is still-”
“Alive? No. My Saki died two years ago. This Saki is just some monster that looks like him. The only one left for me. . . is you.” A smile passed across his lips that was bright enough to last through eternity. In a previous life, he must have been a god, or royalty. . .
His smile was so perfect and even, dare I say, innocent. Why would anyone want to do anything to take that smile away, to make him cry? What Saki had done. . .
“It was my fault.”
His smile faded instantly, and I could have shot myself for causing it to fall. “What was your fault?”
“What happened.” I couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore. Instead I found myself preoccupied with a peculiar stain on the floor. Was that blood?
“Why on Earth would you say that?” His voice held disbelief, and quite possibly a touch of anger.
“I promised you that I would protect you from him. In the end, I couldn’t fulfill my word.” I forced myself to face him again, but this time it was hefound other things to focus on.
“I’ll admit. . . while I was lying beneath him. . . while I was fighting against restraints that I, that I knew I couldn’t break. . .” His body began to tremble, his eyes glittering with threatening tears as he remembered the previous afternoon. “I kept telling myself that you would come and get him off of me, that you would uncuff me and take me away from all of that.” He couldn’t stop from crying, a sad, almost frightening smile crossing his lips, “I kept telling Saki that you would be home any minute to destroy his filthy life. . . but when he had finally begun, and you hadn’t come. . .” He faced me once more, a frown appearing on his lips. It was then that I realized I was crying with him, “I reminded myself that you’re only human, and humans are far from perfect.”
“You were hoping for me to come like I promised, but I never did.”
“Actually, Katsuya, you promised to protect me and never let Saki do that to me again. Well, you protect me when you’re with me, and you have never let him do anything. You couldn’t have possibly known that he would show up. So really. . . you have kept your promise all along, Katsuya. I was just hoping for a miracle. Miracles don’t tend to frequent my life.”
I held my arms out to him and he looked at me curiously for a moment before moving closer to embrace me from his place on the floor. I rested my head on top of his and we cried together for a long moment. . . that is, until Seto started laughing.
“What?” I asked, releasing him from my death-grip and wiping my eyes with my arm.
“Look at us.” He wiped his own eyes, chuckling a bit more. “We used to always be at each others’ throats making childish insults. . . and now here we are, having a soap opera moment. . . and I’m half naked.”
Was he trying to cheer me up? I couldn’t help but laugh a little bit, “Yes, that you are.” My eyes traced his body, but they kept falling on those marks that Saki had left. “Hey Seto, turn your back toward me and lean up against the bed.” I gave him a mischievous smile.
“But w-” Apparently he decided to just trust me. He closed his eyes and turned around, giving me a glimpse of his scarred back before scooting against the bed.
I put my legs down, one on either side of him and he looked at them with a bit of unease before I leaned down and crossed my arms over his chest, my face cheek-to-cheek with his. “I love you.” I whispered, rocking him side to side in play.
He smiled and sighed, leaning into my touch. “It’s weird.” He muttered through his smile as he stared across the room, “Never in a million years could I have foreseen an event like this between the two of us.” His right hand inched up to caress my arms, “It’s. . . nice.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, “It is.” Even after the recent events he had been through, his scent was still wonderfully intoxicating. I wonder if he thought that I was strange when I began to inhale just above his head.
He wrapped his hand around one of my wrists, squeezing with an uncomfortable strength, “If you were to ever betray me, I’d die.”
An awkward feeling coursed through my body as images of Seto’s handgun flashed in my mind, “You know that I would never betray you, but even if I did, you are strong enough that you would move on from me and-”
“I would die.” He lightened his grip until it was no more than a loving touch, “I’m letting you in even after I swore to myself that I would never let anyone close to me again. If you make me regret this decision. . . I will die, whether it be by natural cause or otherwise.”
“Don’t say that!” I could feel myself instinctively pull him closer, my lips plants powerful kisses along his neck and shoulder.
“W-what?”
I put my mouth close to his ear, “If you keep talking like that, then I will die.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and willed away the burning in my eyes. He couldn’t become aware of the fact that I knew of his previous desire to die. . . was it previous? I couldn’t be too sure. I had no knowledge of how long ago he had begun that note, and no way of ever finding out other than to ask him. . . but to ask him would very likely set him off, and that was the absolute last thing that I could possibly ever want.
“We could die together.” He suggested, though the lack of joking in his tone of voice made me nervous.
“I’d rather us live together.”
He pressed my arms against his chest, “Yeah, me too.”
We sat there like that for a long while, neither of us bothering to start up a conversation. It was so peaceful, and for once, the peace wasn’t lonely. At one point he slid his fingers along the length of skin that I had trailed kisses across. The urge to apologize came to me. . . but I let it pass. I wasn’t sorry for kissing him; I was grateful. “You’re welcome.” Well now I felt cocky.
Seto leaned his head back, playfully glaring at me with half-lidded eyes, “Even when I’m about to slip into memory, you always find something to say that will bring me back.”
“What?” I looked curiously down into his lovely blue eyes and then laughed, “And you always manage to say something that throws me off.”
“Awww,” the brunet stared down at my hands, “I don’t want to throw you off, I like it when you’re-”
“On top of you?” I finished for him.
“That’s not what I was going to say!” He smacked my legs with the backs of his hands, but he wasn’t able to escape from the bright crimson blush that flooded his cheeks.
“I know,” I rubbed my hand into his wild hair before standing up over him and stepping across the room, “I was just messing with you.” I gave him a smile over my shoulder before yanking open a dresser drawer.
“You’re not going to wear some worn-out outfit again, are you?” He sounded almost fearful, a look of half-disgust on his face.
I turned my entire body around, planting my hands on my hips like an angry mother, “What’s that supposed to mean?” I cocked a brow, my lips scrunching up toward my nose.
“It means you dress like a filthy mutt.” He smirked, rising from the floor and folding his arms across his chest. Ah yes, the smug Kaiba Seto that I had grown to love.
A great comeback suddenly came to mind, “I’ve never seen a mutt wear clothes before, mister genius; they run around naked.” I grinned, trying to look as high-and-mighty as he did. . . but of course I failed miserably.
“That’s funny,” He tilted his head at me, “I have yet to see you running around naked.” His hands instantly rushed up to cover his mouth, blue eyes wide with pure embarrassment as the red of his cheeks threatened to cover his entire body.
“I can fix that whenever you want.” I assured him, winking. I went back to my dresser once more, leaving him to smother in his own embarrassment.
I pulled out a black t-shirt and some knee-length khaki shorts. It was certainly different from what I normally wore, so Seto would probably be pleased.
“Didn’t you go shopping with your friends the other day?” Seto asked, doing his best not to watch me change clothes. I happened to notice that he snuck a peek every now and then.
“I did. . .” The very short swimming trunks that I had bought (or rather that Yuugi bought) for Seto as a gag gift came to mind. “Actually, I got something for you that you would looks amazing in.”
His face snapped toward me but he looked away again when he realized that I was still shirtless, “Something for me? I’m afraid to find out what it is.”
“It’s a swimsuit!” I enthusiastically informed him through the fabric of my shirt as I pulled it over my head.
“Now I really don’t want to see it.” He wandered over to his suitcases and unceremoniously dropped to the floor beside them to pick out his attire for the day.
“Hey Seto?”
“Yeah?” He held up a burgundy shirt, a skeptical expression crossing his features.
“Would you um. . . If I pick an outfit from my own wardrobe for you to wear, would you wear it?” I felt stupid asking him that. I mean, how weird did that sound? I probably sounded like some obsessive freak for asking if he’d wear my clothes.
He lowered the shirt into his lap, “That depends. What kind of get-up did you have in mind?”
“Uh, well, uh. . . I guess something like what I have on, but with a blue shirt.” I tugged at the bottom of my shirt, avoiding eye contact with his deep blue gems.
“Shouldn’t I wear a different type of shorts or something?”
I cringed, “No matter how I imagine it, you just wouldn’t look right in blue jeans.”
He smiled as I eyed him. “Alright, hand ‘em over.” He managed to get back up to his feet, his arms outstretched for the clothing that I had to offer.
I piled them into his arms, placing a black leather belt on top.
“What’s that for?” He asked, making his way toward my bed before dumping the clothes onto the sheets. He had never buttoned his pants so he made quick work of pulling them off. . . leaving him in some very skimpy boxer shorts. Damn he was hot. “Jounouchi!” I jerked from my staring. “I said ‘what’s that for?’”
“It’s for you to wear since you’re thin as a rail. We’re close to the same height, but I’m slightly bigger in the waist than you are.”
He suddenly began to chuckle, “Watch this.” Without putting them on, Seto zipped and buttoned the front of the shorts. . . and then proceeded to slide them up his beautiful long legs, wiggling a little bit to get them up over his hips, and then holding them at his waist as he reached for the belt that I had lent him.
“I told you that you’re skinny as hell!”
“I guess so.” He fastened the belt buckles and struggled to pull the shirt over his head. I gave myself permission to step over and help him, shamelessly running my fingers along his chest and back as I did so. His blue eyes flickered toward my hands for an instant, but he said nothing and made no sounds or motions of protest. I wanted to hit myself though. After what he had just experienced, I shouldn’t even be thinkingtouching him intimately. . . but it was difficult not to be intimate with the one that I loved.
“These clothes feel weird.” He made a face. He was so damn cute.
“That’s because they don’t stick to your body like your usual wardrobe does.” I ducked away from a punch, jumping away from the kick that followed it. “Aw, I’m just joking!” I took off down the hallway as Seto snatched a pillow from my bed and proceeded to chase me with it.
I came to a dead halt once I reached the living room.
“If you stop running I’ll beat the hell out of you!” He came up behind me and I whirled around, pulling him tight against my chest and wrapping my arms around him so that he couldn’t escape, causing him to drop his fluffy weapon.
“That’s cheating!” He whined, fighting against my strength. “Let go!” He said with fake anger, completely unaware of my motives.
I hadn’t cleaned anything up at all. The livingroom still resembled a war zone, and I didn’t want him to see it. “You can’t beat me if I defeat you first!” I grinned, playing along in hopes that he wouldn’t notice anything was out of the ordinary.
“There’s no way that you can- ahh!”
In one swift movement I lifted him off of his feet and carried him back toward my bedroom like a groom carries his bride after the wedding ceremony. . . wedding. . . marriage. . . Seto.
Woah! Slooooow down there, Jou.
Upon entering my room, I gently placed him on my bed, kneeling down beside him and brushing the hair out of his eyes as his laughing slowly faded.
“You’re good.” He told me. “It’s so funny the things that you’ll do to keep me from seeing what I already know is there.”
Oh, so he really did know my intentions after all. “I figured that it would upset you. . .”
“It would have. . . a few years ago. It’s like I said before. This has happened to me so many times in my life, countless times. . . and so even though it still hurts, I just can’t cry. Why cry over something that has become almost a regular event in my life?”
“Shut up!” I leaned over the bed, pulling his body up toward me, “Please don’t say that any more! You aren’t an object to be used like that! You’re human Seto! There’s no way that you could be used to that kind of thing! You shouldn’t even be in the situation that would cause you to get used to it!” I brought our faces within inches of each other, “You’re with me now, and things are going to be different. I hope you don’t have anything against being treated like a jewel, because to me you’re absolutely priceless.”
I no longer held any doubt in my mind. I loved Seto no matter what. I had also made up my mind about one very important thing. . .
. . . Saki had to die, even if I had to be the one to deal him his brutal ending. A lifetime in prison was better than allowing Saki another chance to harm Seto.
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Well? Was that any better than the last one? I have to get up for work in six hours, so I didn’t get a chance to proofread this one either (and no one is online at this hour to do it). You know the drill! I hope to update sooner next time!
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Another chapter is finally here! Sorry that I take so long! Been going out of town a lot for funerals and stuff as well as attending college orientation (as well as sitting on my lazy ass or going to work, hehe). . . but I have finally finished chapter 21 of Behind Blue Eyes! Sorry that the last chapter was boring. I’m aware that a chapter without Seto is very depressing, haha, but please understand that I’m trying to provide you all with a plot as well as JouXSeto goodness! Enjoy this next chapter, and I hope that it’s better than the previous one!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yuugiou. . . it owns me.
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Recap:
He was mostly unmoving and silent except for his quiet, steady breathing. The only thing I remember him doing before I fell asleep was jerking a bit and scrunching up his facial features before returning to the way he had been.
If he was dreaming, was it a nightmare?
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It was dark. Even as my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, I couldn’t see a damn thing. My surroundings were as black as an empty night with no stars or moon.
How had I come to be here? Last I could remember, I was going to sleep in my room after I-
A laugh, a loud and wicked laugh that seemed to come from every direction, the sound reverberating off of unseen walls and echoing again and again until it sounded like a whole crowd of men had fallen into hilarity. But why was this invisible man laughing? Was he laughing at me? I parted my lips to call out and ask for his reasoning, but my voice wouldn’t come to me. In fact, my entire body was motionless and unresponsive.
A light, a bright and golden light shone like a beam of hope from some invisible ceiling. I quickly changed my thoughts, however, from ‘hope’ to ‘Hell’ as the ray descended from above and illuminated the man that had finally stopped laughing.
“Oh! Hello Kat-su-ya! How are you, friend?” He smiled, the corners of his mouth curving upward to match the horns hidden beneath his black mop of hair.
‘Saki!’ My mind screamed, my voice saying nothing.
“What? Not going to talk to me anymore, Kat-su-ya?” A look of mock hurt crossed his face before he smiled a taunting smile, “Is it anger at me for stealing away the one you love?” As if summoned, Seto appeared from the air, his perfect body adorned with a thin, loose-fitting outfit that didn’t leave much to the imagination.
Seto’s expression was blank and frightening, “Saki, my love. . .” His voice echoed much louder and longer than Saki’s laugh ever could. This couldn’t be. My heart was beating a mile a minute, but I knew that it wasn’t true.
“You couldn’t give him what he wanted, Kat-su-ya. I happen to know that Seto likes it rough.” He grinned and Seto’s frail form faded away.
“No!” I called out to him, though I knew it was useless. This wasn’t happening; this wasn’t real. The light dimmed and then faded, leaving me in total darkness once more for a short moment before the light reappeared. . . directly above me. . .and Saki appeared right in front of me. My breath hitched. This wasn’t real. I wasn’t here and this wasn’t real. “You aren’t real!”
“I’m not real?” He seemed shock that I would even make such an accusation, “Oh, but I am real, Kat-su-ya. I am very real and so is your doubt!”
“My doubt?”
“Yes! You doubt Seto’s feelings toward you! That’s how weak this love of yours is! Weak, weak, weak. . .”
I awoke with a start, my hands in a white-knuckle grip around the blankets, my chest rising and falling in short heaves of breath, a cold sweat running along my brow. I sat up, checking on Seto. Apparently I had made some kind of noise when I awakened, for Seto was just opening his eyes.
It really was the most adorable thing I had ever seen. His beautiful blue eyes fluttered open very slowly, not taking a liking to the sunshine that came in through the window right beside him. The little Sapphire slits eventually opened wide, making me the honored audience to a full show of his magnificent gems. . . however something was different this time.
The first thing he looked at was me, and I know full well that I was blatantly staring at him, yet. . . he didn’t make a single sarcastic or snotty remark. Seto just stared at me in a lazy manner, his face eventually turning to the ceiling, and then down at himself as he slipped his hands beneath the sheets.
Oh shit. I never put his clothes back on him.
His eyes opened wide, his sights set on the ceiling once more. Still, he said nothing.
“I uh, there’s a reason for that.” I stammered, rubbing at the back of my own head and laughing like a nervous child. Still he said nothing. “You see, something happened yesterday and-”
“Every day.”
“What?” I asked, and I stopped rubbing my head. “What do you mean ‘every day’?”
“This ‘something’ that you won’t name; it happens every day.” His eyes were still open and locked with the ceiling.
So he remembered? “No, it doesn’t happen every day. As far as I remember you telling me, it hasn’t happened in a long time.”
He abruptly faced me, sitting up in the bed. The sheets slid from his upper torso, giving a full view of his bare chest and stomach. The marks on his neck were clear marks of what Saki had claimed as his. “It happens every day. Every single day. Now and forever. Every day.” He glared at me, his eyes glimmering with a vicious fire that I hadn’t seen in a very long time and hoped to never see again. Yet here it was, the Kaiba glare in all of its glory.
“But Seto-”
“It’s ‘Kaiba’ to you! Don’t act like we’re so close! I don’t want to get close to you or anyone else! Why can’t you all just leave me the Hell alone?!”
If I had a gun, I would have shot myself. If I had a knife, I would have plunged it through my own chest. If I had poison, I would have drank every last drop.
“Don’t act like we’re so close! I don’t want to get close to you or anyone else! Why can’t you all just leave me the Hell alone?!”
Why? What had I done?
“I won’t let Saki touch you, I won’t let anyone from school touch you either, or anyone at the mall or at the grocery store or on the street or at your own company! No one will touch you, no one will kiss you, no one will follow you. . . and absolutely no one will rape you.”
Oh yeah. . .
“. . . and absolutely no one will rape you.”
. . . that. I had let him down. The one thing that screwed his life up the most had happened once again. The one thing that I promised to protect him from, and I had failed him. I wonder how many times someone had promised him the same thing I had promised. I wonder how many times others have failed before me. Maybe I’m really. . . no better than Saki.
“Why are you staring? Is it because I’m naked? Does that turn you on, you sick mutt? I bet it does, fucking pervert.”
I turned away from him, “No, it doesn’t.”
There was silence and then movement from the bed. I faced that direction only to find him wrapping my sheets around his waist and limping, yes limping, from the room. “Where are you going?” I called out to him as he wandered down the hall. His clothes were in here, so where on Earth could he possibly be. . . unless. . .
“What the hell?!”
I jumped from my place on the floor, a foul stench becoming very obvious from the hallway. The bathroom. The tub. The water, I hadn’t drained the water. That stench must be. . .
I stepped into the doorway of the bathroom, running into Seto in the process. He stumbled a bit and I caught him before he fell. The sheets fell from his waist and pooled on the floor around his feet, but he didn’t seem to mind one bit. His eyes scanned the murky red water, his breathing becoming heavy.
“Come on, Seto,” I urged in the kindest voice that I could muster, “Let’s get you into some clean clothes, okay?”
“I need a. . . I’m filthy. A bath. The water is. . .” He swallowed slowly, his eyes going downcast as he rubbed his fingers against his palms, his arms against his sides. “I’m sorry.”
I was a bit startled, “Sorry? For what?” I wrapped my arms completely around his waist, watching for a reaction that never came.
“For dragging you into this.” So he hadn’t lost it this time. “I thought that all of this was over when I killed Gozaburo. . . but look at what happened.” His lips tightened together and I could tell that he was tired of crying in front of me, for his tears refused to fall.
I smiled, but he couldn’t see it, “Well I guess there’s only one solution then.”
“What would that be?” He glanced over his shoulder, a sad frown playing on his lips.
“We have to get rid of Saki. . . by any means necessary.” I could feel him tense up.
He spun around, jerking out of my arms. He looked like he was about to yell, but broke out into a furious blush as he pulled the sheet up off of the floor to cover his. . . ehem. . . “Are you saying I should kill him?” He sounded absolutely shocked, “I promised myself that I would never kill anyone ever again! I’ve killed too many people in my life!” He was panting by the end, and he looked as though he had said too much. . .and he probably did.
“Woah, woah, wait just a minute. You say that you’ve killed too many people? How many would that be, Kaiba?”
“So you’re back to calling me Kaiba now?” He looked hurt.
I gave him a good long look. Wasn’t he the one that told me to call him Kaiba again. After a moment of the ‘are you serious?’ look, I shook away his attempted diversion, “How many people have you killed, Seto?”
“Can I get some clothes? I’m freezing.”
A fit of frustration surged through me. Grabbing him roughly by the shoulders, I shoved him against the wall beside the open door, “Seto! Stop fucking around! How many?! Tell me!” The look in his eyes made me feel guilty immediately. I bent my head forward so that I didn’t have to see those accusing blue orbs. “Please tell me.” I barely whispered this time, unable to yell at him any longer.
“You’re so rough when you get frustrated or angry. Is that a result of the way your father treats you?”
My eyes widened as I stepped away from him. His blue eyes looked down into my own golden eyes. . . what was that emotion that I found there? Pity? Curiosity? Concern? No, this was another one of his diversions, “Stop it! This has nothing to do with me!” Instead of placing my hands back over his shoulders, I cupped his face. He seemed startled. “You always try to turn me away from the question or situation at hand, and I’ve allowed you to get away with it for far too long.” I gave him the sweetest expression that I could muster when the corners of his mouth fell into a frown, his eyes narrowing with depression. “Please, no more dancing around things. I want to help you, but I can’t do it without your cooperation. When you can answer my questions, I’ll answer yours.”
With that I pulled away, retreating toward my bedroom. “Come on and lets get you into some clean clothes, okay?” I called back to him. The soft sound of his feet against the dingy carpet somehow forced my lips into a smile.
The moment I passed through the doorway, the telephone rang. I snatched it off the cradle after the second irritating chime and sat down on my bed to get comfortable. Seto crept in, wearing the sheet like a skirt again, and sat on the floor to select an outfit.
“Jounouchi residence.” I answered, assuming it was either a bill collector or some cheap hussy wondering why my father never returned her calls.
“Am I speaking to Jounouchi Katsuya?”
The woman’s voice was strangely familiar, “Yes.”
“Hello Jounouchi, this is Ms. Arashi with attendance at Domino High,” I squeezed my eyes shut as if to say ‘oh shit’ when she told me that. Today was Friday; we were supposed to be at school. “I’m calling to ask why you and Mr. Kaiba are not in class today.” She had an accusing tone to her voice. So she knew that Seto was staying with me. . . and why did she address him as ‘Mr.’?
“Oh, hello Ms. Arashi.” I shot a glance at Seto as if trying to suck an excuse out of him. . . hehe, sucking something out of Seto.
Speaking of the gorgeous brunet, he had somehow zipped across the room clad in unbuttoned leather pants and had snatched the phone out of my hand, “Kaiba Seto speaking.” A moment of listening. “Very good observation. You’re right, we aren’t in school today.” Another moment and Seto rolled his eyes, “Correct again, this is the second time this week. You see, some important things have come up and-” Uh-oh, she dared to interrupt him. “Actually, I can think of a shitload of things that are more important to me than school, like watching paint dry, for example.” Yup, she had pissed him off. I could faintly hear her over the receiver, but it reached my ears as some angry, high-pitched noise. “Listen, woman, you and I both know that I will not get behind in my studies and my grades will not drop, and I shall see to it that the same goes for Katsuya. Have a pleasant day.” He said the last few words as though they left a bad taste in his mouth as he slammed the phone back into it’s proper resting place.
“Harsh.” I commented.
“I guess. . .” He replied, sitting on the floor by my feet, not bothering to button his pants or put a shirt on. “It feels like. . . a nightmare.”
“What?” A nightmare? What felt like a nightmare?
“Yesterday, what happened with. . .” He shook involuntarily, his eyes downcast, “It just doesn’t seem real. This kind of thing happened a lot when I was younger, and I cried almost every time, but now. . . I don’t know if I care.”
A sharp pain seared from my stomach to my neck. He didn’t care? How could someone not care if they got raped?
“You couldn’t give him what he wanted, Kat-su-ya. I happen to know that Seto likes it rough.”
A feeling of absolute dread came over me. Maybe he really did like the things that Saki did to him. . . maybe I really couldn’t give him what he truly wanted.
“Yes! You doubt Seto’s feelings toward you! That’s how weak this love of yours is! Weak, weak, weak. . .”
“Shut up!” I screamed, immediately cursing myself for it.
“What?”
Trying to cover up my stupidity, I kept going, “You do care, Seto! It’s because you care so much that he was able to hurt you! It’s because he hurt you that you decided to close yourself off from the world! It’s because you closed yourself off that you don’t feel the things that he is doing to you!” It was so confusing, but it made sense to me, “What you truly need is someone that cares back! You need someone to hug you ever now and then, someone to tell you how beautiful you are every day, someone to tell you it’s okay to cry, someone to show you that love has nothing to do with sex-”
“So you’re telling me that I need you.”
My breath hitched. Me? Is that the kind of person that he saw me as? “Me?” I asked, pointing to myself like a fool.
His blue eyes looked so gentle at that time, and I felt lost within their depths, “Yes. Other than Satoshi and Saki, you are the only person that I have ever confided in. The difference is, you’re still alive.”
“But Saki is still-”
“Alive? No. My Saki died two years ago. This Saki is just some monster that looks like him. The only one left for me. . . is you.” A smile passed across his lips that was bright enough to last through eternity. In a previous life, he must have been a god, or royalty. . .
His smile was so perfect and even, dare I say, innocent. Why would anyone want to do anything to take that smile away, to make him cry? What Saki had done. . .
“It was my fault.”
His smile faded instantly, and I could have shot myself for causing it to fall. “What was your fault?”
“What happened.” I couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore. Instead I found myself preoccupied with a peculiar stain on the floor. Was that blood?
“Why on Earth would you say that?” His voice held disbelief, and quite possibly a touch of anger.
“I promised you that I would protect you from him. In the end, I couldn’t fulfill my word.” I forced myself to face him again, but this time it was hefound other things to focus on.
“I’ll admit. . . while I was lying beneath him. . . while I was fighting against restraints that I, that I knew I couldn’t break. . .” His body began to tremble, his eyes glittering with threatening tears as he remembered the previous afternoon. “I kept telling myself that you would come and get him off of me, that you would uncuff me and take me away from all of that.” He couldn’t stop from crying, a sad, almost frightening smile crossing his lips, “I kept telling Saki that you would be home any minute to destroy his filthy life. . . but when he had finally begun, and you hadn’t come. . .” He faced me once more, a frown appearing on his lips. It was then that I realized I was crying with him, “I reminded myself that you’re only human, and humans are far from perfect.”
“You were hoping for me to come like I promised, but I never did.”
“Actually, Katsuya, you promised to protect me and never let Saki do that to me again. Well, you protect me when you’re with me, and you have never let him do anything. You couldn’t have possibly known that he would show up. So really. . . you have kept your promise all along, Katsuya. I was just hoping for a miracle. Miracles don’t tend to frequent my life.”
I held my arms out to him and he looked at me curiously for a moment before moving closer to embrace me from his place on the floor. I rested my head on top of his and we cried together for a long moment. . . that is, until Seto started laughing.
“What?” I asked, releasing him from my death-grip and wiping my eyes with my arm.
“Look at us.” He wiped his own eyes, chuckling a bit more. “We used to always be at each others’ throats making childish insults. . . and now here we are, having a soap opera moment. . . and I’m half naked.”
Was he trying to cheer me up? I couldn’t help but laugh a little bit, “Yes, that you are.” My eyes traced his body, but they kept falling on those marks that Saki had left. “Hey Seto, turn your back toward me and lean up against the bed.” I gave him a mischievous smile.
“But w-” Apparently he decided to just trust me. He closed his eyes and turned around, giving me a glimpse of his scarred back before scooting against the bed.
I put my legs down, one on either side of him and he looked at them with a bit of unease before I leaned down and crossed my arms over his chest, my face cheek-to-cheek with his. “I love you.” I whispered, rocking him side to side in play.
He smiled and sighed, leaning into my touch. “It’s weird.” He muttered through his smile as he stared across the room, “Never in a million years could I have foreseen an event like this between the two of us.” His right hand inched up to caress my arms, “It’s. . . nice.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, “It is.” Even after the recent events he had been through, his scent was still wonderfully intoxicating. I wonder if he thought that I was strange when I began to inhale just above his head.
He wrapped his hand around one of my wrists, squeezing with an uncomfortable strength, “If you were to ever betray me, I’d die.”
An awkward feeling coursed through my body as images of Seto’s handgun flashed in my mind, “You know that I would never betray you, but even if I did, you are strong enough that you would move on from me and-”
“I would die.” He lightened his grip until it was no more than a loving touch, “I’m letting you in even after I swore to myself that I would never let anyone close to me again. If you make me regret this decision. . . I will die, whether it be by natural cause or otherwise.”
“Don’t say that!” I could feel myself instinctively pull him closer, my lips plants powerful kisses along his neck and shoulder.
“W-what?”
I put my mouth close to his ear, “If you keep talking like that, then I will die.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and willed away the burning in my eyes. He couldn’t become aware of the fact that I knew of his previous desire to die. . . was it previous? I couldn’t be too sure. I had no knowledge of how long ago he had begun that note, and no way of ever finding out other than to ask him. . . but to ask him would very likely set him off, and that was the absolute last thing that I could possibly ever want.
“We could die together.” He suggested, though the lack of joking in his tone of voice made me nervous.
“I’d rather us live together.”
He pressed my arms against his chest, “Yeah, me too.”
We sat there like that for a long while, neither of us bothering to start up a conversation. It was so peaceful, and for once, the peace wasn’t lonely. At one point he slid his fingers along the length of skin that I had trailed kisses across. The urge to apologize came to me. . . but I let it pass. I wasn’t sorry for kissing him; I was grateful. “You’re welcome.” Well now I felt cocky.
Seto leaned his head back, playfully glaring at me with half-lidded eyes, “Even when I’m about to slip into memory, you always find something to say that will bring me back.”
“What?” I looked curiously down into his lovely blue eyes and then laughed, “And you always manage to say something that throws me off.”
“Awww,” the brunet stared down at my hands, “I don’t want to throw you off, I like it when you’re-”
“On top of you?” I finished for him.
“That’s not what I was going to say!” He smacked my legs with the backs of his hands, but he wasn’t able to escape from the bright crimson blush that flooded his cheeks.
“I know,” I rubbed my hand into his wild hair before standing up over him and stepping across the room, “I was just messing with you.” I gave him a smile over my shoulder before yanking open a dresser drawer.
“You’re not going to wear some worn-out outfit again, are you?” He sounded almost fearful, a look of half-disgust on his face.
I turned my entire body around, planting my hands on my hips like an angry mother, “What’s that supposed to mean?” I cocked a brow, my lips scrunching up toward my nose.
“It means you dress like a filthy mutt.” He smirked, rising from the floor and folding his arms across his chest. Ah yes, the smug Kaiba Seto that I had grown to love.
A great comeback suddenly came to mind, “I’ve never seen a mutt wear clothes before, mister genius; they run around naked.” I grinned, trying to look as high-and-mighty as he did. . . but of course I failed miserably.
“That’s funny,” He tilted his head at me, “I have yet to see you running around naked.” His hands instantly rushed up to cover his mouth, blue eyes wide with pure embarrassment as the red of his cheeks threatened to cover his entire body.
“I can fix that whenever you want.” I assured him, winking. I went back to my dresser once more, leaving him to smother in his own embarrassment.
I pulled out a black t-shirt and some knee-length khaki shorts. It was certainly different from what I normally wore, so Seto would probably be pleased.
“Didn’t you go shopping with your friends the other day?” Seto asked, doing his best not to watch me change clothes. I happened to notice that he snuck a peek every now and then.
“I did. . .” The very short swimming trunks that I had bought (or rather that Yuugi bought) for Seto as a gag gift came to mind. “Actually, I got something for you that you would looks amazing in.”
His face snapped toward me but he looked away again when he realized that I was still shirtless, “Something for me? I’m afraid to find out what it is.”
“It’s a swimsuit!” I enthusiastically informed him through the fabric of my shirt as I pulled it over my head.
“Now I really don’t want to see it.” He wandered over to his suitcases and unceremoniously dropped to the floor beside them to pick out his attire for the day.
“Hey Seto?”
“Yeah?” He held up a burgundy shirt, a skeptical expression crossing his features.
“Would you um. . . If I pick an outfit from my own wardrobe for you to wear, would you wear it?” I felt stupid asking him that. I mean, how weird did that sound? I probably sounded like some obsessive freak for asking if he’d wear my clothes.
He lowered the shirt into his lap, “That depends. What kind of get-up did you have in mind?”
“Uh, well, uh. . . I guess something like what I have on, but with a blue shirt.” I tugged at the bottom of my shirt, avoiding eye contact with his deep blue gems.
“Shouldn’t I wear a different type of shorts or something?”
I cringed, “No matter how I imagine it, you just wouldn’t look right in blue jeans.”
He smiled as I eyed him. “Alright, hand ‘em over.” He managed to get back up to his feet, his arms outstretched for the clothing that I had to offer.
I piled them into his arms, placing a black leather belt on top.
“What’s that for?” He asked, making his way toward my bed before dumping the clothes onto the sheets. He had never buttoned his pants so he made quick work of pulling them off. . . leaving him in some very skimpy boxer shorts. Damn he was hot. “Jounouchi!” I jerked from my staring. “I said ‘what’s that for?’”
“It’s for you to wear since you’re thin as a rail. We’re close to the same height, but I’m slightly bigger in the waist than you are.”
He suddenly began to chuckle, “Watch this.” Without putting them on, Seto zipped and buttoned the front of the shorts. . . and then proceeded to slide them up his beautiful long legs, wiggling a little bit to get them up over his hips, and then holding them at his waist as he reached for the belt that I had lent him.
“I told you that you’re skinny as hell!”
“I guess so.” He fastened the belt buckles and struggled to pull the shirt over his head. I gave myself permission to step over and help him, shamelessly running my fingers along his chest and back as I did so. His blue eyes flickered toward my hands for an instant, but he said nothing and made no sounds or motions of protest. I wanted to hit myself though. After what he had just experienced, I shouldn’t even be thinkingtouching him intimately. . . but it was difficult not to be intimate with the one that I loved.
“These clothes feel weird.” He made a face. He was so damn cute.
“That’s because they don’t stick to your body like your usual wardrobe does.” I ducked away from a punch, jumping away from the kick that followed it. “Aw, I’m just joking!” I took off down the hallway as Seto snatched a pillow from my bed and proceeded to chase me with it.
I came to a dead halt once I reached the living room.
“If you stop running I’ll beat the hell out of you!” He came up behind me and I whirled around, pulling him tight against my chest and wrapping my arms around him so that he couldn’t escape, causing him to drop his fluffy weapon.
“That’s cheating!” He whined, fighting against my strength. “Let go!” He said with fake anger, completely unaware of my motives.
I hadn’t cleaned anything up at all. The livingroom still resembled a war zone, and I didn’t want him to see it. “You can’t beat me if I defeat you first!” I grinned, playing along in hopes that he wouldn’t notice anything was out of the ordinary.
“There’s no way that you can- ahh!”
In one swift movement I lifted him off of his feet and carried him back toward my bedroom like a groom carries his bride after the wedding ceremony. . . wedding. . . marriage. . . Seto.
Woah! Slooooow down there, Jou.
Upon entering my room, I gently placed him on my bed, kneeling down beside him and brushing the hair out of his eyes as his laughing slowly faded.
“You’re good.” He told me. “It’s so funny the things that you’ll do to keep me from seeing what I already know is there.”
Oh, so he really did know my intentions after all. “I figured that it would upset you. . .”
“It would have. . . a few years ago. It’s like I said before. This has happened to me so many times in my life, countless times. . . and so even though it still hurts, I just can’t cry. Why cry over something that has become almost a regular event in my life?”
“Shut up!” I leaned over the bed, pulling his body up toward me, “Please don’t say that any more! You aren’t an object to be used like that! You’re human Seto! There’s no way that you could be used to that kind of thing! You shouldn’t even be in the situation that would cause you to get used to it!” I brought our faces within inches of each other, “You’re with me now, and things are going to be different. I hope you don’t have anything against being treated like a jewel, because to me you’re absolutely priceless.”
I no longer held any doubt in my mind. I loved Seto no matter what. I had also made up my mind about one very important thing. . .
. . . Saki had to die, even if I had to be the one to deal him his brutal ending. A lifetime in prison was better than allowing Saki another chance to harm Seto.
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Well? Was that any better than the last one? I have to get up for work in six hours, so I didn’t get a chance to proofread this one either (and no one is online at this hour to do it). You know the drill! I hope to update sooner next time!