Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes ❯ Day Eight: Everything is Ours ( Chapter 29 )

Behind Blue Eyes

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Disclaimer: Yugioh is property of Kazuki Takahashi. This story belongs to me! I don't make money off of it, though . . . perhaps I should finally get started on that novel I've been wanting to write . . .

Funny Note: Each version of Behind Blue Eyes is more than twice as long as the first Harry Potter novel . . . just let that thought sink in.

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Recap:

“If you do shoot him, make it worthwhile . . .”

He flashed an eerie smile.

“. . . and shoot to kill.”

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Shoot to kill? I felt a lump forming in my throat. When was he going to start laughing? He was joking, right?

I let out my own nervous laugh, “Real funny.”

“If you shoot him and he lives, he'll definitely kill you.” He wasn't laughing and that eerie smile from before had faded away. His blue eyes gazed sternly at me.

“Wow, the atmosphere sure is tense!” Mokuba put his hands on his hips as he stood between us, looking from my face to the face of his older brother. “Just relax! It's not like Saki could cover it up, Seto, not if you're the one that says Saki killed him. You have a way higher status in society than that worthless piece of-”

Seto shot him a look.

“-poo.”

“Even then, Katsuya would still be dead.”

“That's true . . .”

Did they forget that I was in the same room? Hell, I was standing right in front of them! They were both talking like my death was imminent! “You guys, he won't kill me!”

“Yeah, Saki probably isn't dumb enough to kill him, Seto.” Mokuba eyed me, nodding his head and rubbing his chin. “So what were you guys up to while I was gone, hmmmmmmm?” Mokuba's hands were behind his back now, his grin stretching the entire width of his face.

“We had lunch.” Seto stated, matter-of-factly. “Sorry, but I didn't have them make any for you. I thought you'd be at your friend's house longer.”

Mokuba laughed, “No you didn't! I always come home shortly after I get there. My friend's are all so lame!”

“So I'm guessing that your hot tub offer no longer stands.” I motioned my head toward the younger Kaiba, who wasn't at all oblivious to my action. I was trying to embarrass Seto a bit as revenge for insisting that Saki would kill me.

“Oh?” Mokuba grinned at a wide-eyed Seto, “By all means, you lovebirds go and enjoy yourselves! I'll be a good boy and leave you alone.”

Seto stared at me for a long while before finally turning his attention to his black-haired brother, “Will you really?” What? No yelling at me or denying the whole `lovebirds' thing? What was he up to?

“I will!”

“You know that if you go back on your word and end up bothering us, I'll be disappointed in you.”

Mokuba's grin fell into a frown as he nodded slowly, “Yes, Seto.”

“Awesome!” I blurted out, grabbing Seto by the wrist and dragging him towards the stairs.

“What's the big rush?!” He called to me, not bothering to fight against my grip.

“I get to see you without a shirt on this time, right?” The thought of Seto willingly shirtless . . . and wet . . . was enough to get my heart racing.

“You've seen me naked before, so what's the big deal?” Was he not worried about Mokuba hearing something like that?

What was he talking about, anyways? Seeing him naked . . . oh, when Saki . . . that fucking bastard. “But the situation is completely different this time! We're gonna be shirtless, wet, and alone together!” Okay, so I probably sounded like a total pervert, but who can really blame me? Kaiba Seto is known for his beauty amongst women and men alike. Everyone knows that he is good looking, and I'm definitely not going to deny it! I bet he is breathtaking with his hair stinking to his face and neck . . . damn, good thing he can't see my crotch right now; the mental images are going to kill me.

“Suddenly I don't know if I want to do this anymore . . .”

What the hell? Did he somehow know that I just got a fucking boner thinking about him wet?

We arrived in his bedroom and I finally let go of his wrist, “You know that I love you, right?” He responded by blushing with a bewildered look on his face. I took that as a yes. “So then you know that I won't do anything bad.” Don't look at my crotch, don't look at my crotch, don't look at my crotch . . .

“You've tried to before.” He averted his eyes from me, thank the gods.

“That was before I fell in love with you.” I know that isn't an excuse for my actions at all, but there wasn't anything that I could do to take back what I tried to do to him. I remember the day before, plotting how I'd get in his pants. Things are different, and I want to show him that with all of my heart. I mean, sure I have a hard-on right now just from thinking about him, but I have absolutely no intention of forcing myself on him!

“You say such embarrassing things.” He turned his whole body away this time, folding his arms.

“Embarrassing, huh?” He gave me an idea. “Is it also embarrassing when I do this?” I approached him and gently turned his face back to me. I leaned in, planting a kiss on the most perfect lips. It didn't last long, but when I pulled away I put my forehead against his and we just stood there like that.

“Yeah,” His cheeks were an insane shade of red now, “that's embarrassing too.” We locked eyes, “Didn't you used to be shorter?”

“Years ago when we first met!” I used to be quite a bit shorter than him, but now it was maybe a couple of inches. I admit that I have to kind of stand up on my toes in order to have our foreheads at the same level, but still . . . “I've grown a little since then. You're just now noticing?” I had calmed down just enough that I didn't have to worry about him seeing my . . . well, you know!

“No, I just never said anything before.” He pulled away from me, much to my disappointment, “Let's get changed, okay?”

“Yeah.” Then I remembered that the one pair of swimming trunks I had brought with me were currently being washed, “Oh, I only have on pair of trunks.” Maybe Seto would have a spare. Wouldn't that be something? Wearing a pair of Seto's swimming trunks? Something about that is hot. Ah, calm down, Jou!

“Look on my bed.”

There, on Seto's bed, were the trunks I had worn earlier. They were neatly folded, too! “The house help is really efficient.” That was an understatement! It wasn't that long ago that one of the housekeepers brought Saki's note to me! They were just getting ready to wash my shorts then, right? Unless . . . unless they had actually read the note and gossiped about it before handing it to me. Even if they didn't know what happened between Seto and Saki, they would probably still make things up just to entertain themselves. “Where are yours?” I asked as I picked mine up from his bed . . . which was now perfectly made, by the way.

“They put my laundry away for me.” Well damn, that must be nice. “They don't know what to do with your clothes.” He laughed a little bit, obviously amused. “I guess we'll have to make room for your clothes.” He gazed around the room for a moment before going to his chest of drawers, “You can put your things in here.”

In with his clothes? “But where will you put all of your-”

He opened the second drawer, revealing that it was completely empty.

“I only use the top drawer. Practically my entire wardrobe is business attire or at least business casual, so I hang everything in my closet. Even the few t-shirts that I own are hanging up.” He looked thoughtful, “Apparently they're more likely to get wrinkled in a drawer.” Leave it to Kaiba Seto to worry about wrinkled clothes. Then again, he was the kind of person that just didn't look right unless he was starched and pressed from head to toe. But ya know . . . he'd look awfully sexy wearing only one of his dress shirts and it would be even sexier if said dress shirt was wrinkled all to hell.

“Why do you only use the top drawer?” He gave me a look and that's when it occurred to me: What does anyone put in the top drawer? “Oh, your underwear.” I couldn't help but grin like a creep.

“Do I need to have a lock installed?” He furrowed his brows as he eyed me up and down. “Anyways, you can just put all of your clothes in here.” He stared at the bags that I had brought and then looked at the chest of drawers.

I laughed, “I'm sure they'll all fit in one drawer.”

“Yeah, I know. I was just . . .” He went silent, his eyes glued to the floor this time.

“You okay?” I placed a hand on his shoulder, but the look in his eyes told me that he was deep in thought about something.

He blinked rapidly at the sudden contact, “Uh, yeah. I was just . . . I . . .” He sighed, “Do you really not want to move in with me?” Blue eyes burned holes into me with a look that was almost . . . sad.

What was he talking about?

"Since the two of us would be all alone and your father is a fuck-up, why don't you just move in with me?"

"I'll think about it."

"You'll think about it?"

"Yeah, that's what I said."

"Right."

Woah, wait. Did he think I seriously had to think about it? How long had that been eating at him? “Seto, I was totally joking when I said that I would think about it! Why the hell would I pass up on an offer to move into the Kaiba mansion?”

The look on his face was adorable. You could tell that he had really been bothered by the fact that I hadn't immediately said yes. He would probably try to cover it up though.

“So . . . you'll move in with me?”

What? No tough-guy Kaiba? “Yeah, of course I will.” He was being so unbearably cute right now . . .

Then he did something even more magnificent. He smiled. And I don't mean just any smile. His perfectly-straight white teeth were in full view and his eyes were closed from his cheeks arching up so high. That was probably the biggest smile I've ever seen on him. I felt my mouth fall open and had no intention of closing it just yet.

“That's great.” He informed me, his voice barely hinting at the fact that he was more than just happy.

The fact that he was so happy just because I agreed to move in with him made me happy in return.

Seto pulled out his cell phone, “I'll just call some people right now to go get your things and-”

“Woah, woah!” I pulled the phone out of his hand and he looked confused, “Not just yet! Hot tub first, moving later.” I closed the phone and tossed it back onto his bed. “Okay?”

He was blushing yet again. He was probably embarrassed by his own enthusiasm, “Right, of course.” He opened the bottom drawer of the chest of drawers and pulled out some swimming trunks.

“I thought you only used the top drawer.”

“Oh, that's right. I use the bottom one too. Guess you'll just have to use your own furniture.” He winked at me and . . . he winked at me? Was he in the mood or something? No, that definitely couldn't be it. He was in a good mood, and nothing else. I couldn't let myself forget that Seto was sexually abused for a long time. Saki's actions certainly didn't make matters any easier, either.

Seto disappeared into the bathroom to change. I almost followed him, but my thoughts about his abuse made me stop. I changed out in his bedroom instead after shutting the double doors. I sat on his bed, waiting for him to come out. My heart was going out of control and I thought that I might even break out into a sweat. It wasn't that I was nervous, but I was excited! Sure, I've seen him naked, and sure, I've seen his back before . . . but we were going to be in a hot tub together! Hot tubs are supposed to be romantic, right? I should definitely kiss him . . . or better yet, I could make out with him, the hot water bubbling all around us. I could pull him into my lap and . . .

Shit. I pulled one of his pillows into my lap, hoping the symbol of my excitement would disappear quickly.

The bathroom door swung open and out walked Seto in nothing but his trunks, “What are you doing with my pillow?” One brow was arched higher than the other.

“I was sniffing it again.” I lied, grinning.

His eyes lingered on me a moment longer and then he shook his head, “Well, let's go.”

I followed him out of his bedroom, staring at his back by accident. Those scars crisscrossing his back . . . they would fade over time but would never disappear. What would it be like to be stuck with that kind of reminder for the rest of your life? It seems like he feels really self-conscious about them. He shouldn't be. Would anyone make fun of him for something like that? I guess some shallow girl or guy might think it takes away from how attractive he is, but . . . not me.

“You're still gorgeous.” I informed him, not quite on purpose.

“Still?” He asked, not bothering to look back at me.

Oops! I had been thinking out loud, I guess. He didn't know I was thinking about his scars . . . but he probably figured that I was looking at them. “Even with your scars . . .” I added, feeling like I was going into dangerous territory.

“You don't have to lie to me, you know. They're ugly, just say so.” I watched his hands curl into fists and then uncurl.

“They don't make you ugly. You're physically beautiful, but I love you because of you.” I smiled even though he couldn't see it. Sure, Seto can be bitchy sometimes and he can be kind of an asshole, but . . . some of the things he does are just so cute. He's had it rough and I think that deep down he just wants to fit in with everyone else.

“Because of me?” He stopped walking and I stepped in front of him.

“Because you're Seto.” I grinned again, placing both of my hands on his shoulders. The wide-eyed look he was giving me was just too cute for words! Did he really not understand what I was talking about? Did he think love was just about looks? No, that couldn't be it. If love was just about looks, there are far better people out there for him than me!

. . . why does he love me?

“Because I'm Kaiba Seto?”

“Nah. Just Seto.” I winked and watched as his cheeks turned pink.

He closed his eyes after a moment of just staring at me, “Stop saying such embarrassing things.” He brushed my hands away and continued down the stairs with me close at his heels.

See what I mean? He's cute!

Mokuba was standing by the back door, or rather one of the many back doors, when we got there.

“You two kids play niiiiiiiice!” He threw me a wink, “Remember, other people use that hot tub too, so don't make a mess!”

“Mokuba!” Seto barked, eyes furious.

“Aww, lighten up, bro!” He threw him a wink this time before running off to who-knows where.

“I swear, sometimes he says the most vulgar things.” Seto opened the door and I followed him outside.

“That's what public school does to kids.” I laughed before my breath was taken away.

His backyard was freaking gorgeous! Now I may have the hots for a guy, but I'm not a big fan of landscaping like the stereotypes might suggest. Even so, I had to admit that his backyard was amazing! There was an enormous pool with more furniture around it than could ever possibly be necessary. The hot tub of our destination was just beside it and looked big enough for at least 10 people! There was a giant pond with a little waterfall off in the distance and there was a forest's worth of trees! You could easily get lost in it! There were flowerbeds all over the place too, surrounded by fancy retaining walls.

“You okay?” Seto was suddenly in front of me. I won't say he's blocking the view because the beauty of the greenery faded in comparison to Seto's beauty . . . yikes, mushy much? I'm turning into a sappy romantic!

“Yeah, it's just . . . wow! This area is so huge and neat-looking. Where I live, I don't even have a yard. I lived in a house with a yard before my parents split up, but it was nothing like this at all.”

My eyes caught a glimpse of his pearly whites as he smiled, “What are you talking about? You live here now, remember?” He faced his pool and held out his arms, “All of this is yours too.”

That's when it hit me. That's when it took a bat and beat me right in the fucking face.

This was mine too.

All of this. The house, the amazing furniture, the giant pool, the trees that stretched as far as the eye could see . . . the beautiful, blue-eyed, brunet . . . but most importantly, I was free. I didn't have to live with my father anymore. It just didn't seem possible! Just like that? All of my worrying about money and eating and what my father would say to me when he came home drunk out of his mind . . . gone just like that? But it's the truth. Kaiba Seto allowed me into the walls of his fortress and gave me my freedom at the same time . . .

. . . but can I free him?

“Earth to Katsuya!!!”

I looked around when I heard his voice only to find that he was standing over by the hot tub. When the hell had he moved? “On my way!” I ran over and immediately stepped into the hot, bubbling water. “This feels awesome!”

“Are you sitting on a jet?” He cocked a brow at me, a smirk forming on his lips.

“I'm not that weird.” Though I've heard that it feels good . . . perhaps it wouldn't hurt to try someday.

Seto stepped in, and took a seat . . . right beside me. “I haven't been in here in a long while. Feels good.” He smiled softly and closed his eyes, “Hey Jou?”

“Yeah?” Damn I wanted to kiss those lips.

“What were you really doing in my library today?” He leaned his head back and opened his eyes, tilting his head just enough so that he could look at me. Fuck, he's so beautiful.

. . . wait, did he just ask me about the library? “What do you mean? I was just looking around. You have more books than our school!” I lied. Well, not exactly a lie. It started out with me just wandering around and running my fingers along the binding of the books.

“I heard a weird noise coming from there. I heard it twice, actually. Then you were acting really weird when I came in and tried to help you pick the books up.”

What the hell? Obviously he has been suspicious ever since then. I should have known better than to think I'd get off clean . . . then again, why am I even hiding the truth to begin with? I guess it's because I really want to know what's down there. If there really is a secret room with things about Seto's past like Mokuba suggested, that might have been it and there is no way that Seto would let me down there. Then again, if Seto doesn't know it exists, just like Mokuba told me, he would probably let me venture down there with him.

“So something did happen.” He frowned at me from the same position, “Weren't you the one preaching about telling the truth?” I suppose he took my sudden silence as an admission of guilt.

“Alright, alright!” I leaned back just like him and looked into his eyes, “I was just walking along, running my hand along the books when I came to one that felt funny. It was one of the books we had to read in school so I just kind of picked it up . . . well, I tried to pick it up, but when I pulled on it, the whole damn section of shelving came down!”

“Came down?” He furrowed his brows.

“It went down into the floor! There were stairs leading down somewhere behind it!”

“Stairs behind it?” He lifted his head up off the edge of the hot tub.

“Yeah . . . when I heard you calling for me I panicked and started looking for a way to close the passageway. I tripped over the area where it went from the stone floor to the carpeting of the library and knocked off all of those books. Only one book didn't fall over. I guess that one was the switch to bring it back up.” I heaved a sighed and was now staring at the sky.

“So that's why you freaked out when I tried to touch it.” He looked thoughtful, “But why didn't you just tell me about it to begin with? What's the point in hiding something like that from me?”

“You mean you didn't know that was there?”

“That doesn't answer my question, but no, I didn't. The thing is, there are little secret doorways in several locations throughout the house that all lead down to the basement. Why they are secret doorways and not regular doorways I'll never know.” He cupped some water in his hands and splashed his face, leaving water running down his forehead and cheeks before it dripped back down into the place from which it came. Dear god . . .

“Get your hair wet.” I told him out loud before I even had a chance to stop myself. I just suddenly wanted to see him with his hair stuck to his face and neck.

“What?”

“Get your hair wet.” I repeated, scooping water up in my hands and attempting to dump it on his head.

“What the hell are you doing?” He knocked my hands away and scooted to the other side of the hot tub, “Why are you trying to get my hair wet?” His brows were furrowed and he was giving me a worried look.

“Because you'd look really hot with your hair stuck to you.” What was I saying? I was just going to make him uncomfortable!

We stared at each other from opposite sides for a long while, the same look on his face. I slowly advanced toward him, trying not to have a creepy expression as I did so. He didn't move and eventually he just looked nervous instead of freaked out. Once I was in front of him, I cupped water up in my hands again and lifted him above his head. He only closed his eyes as I released the water onto his hair. I repeated this probably three times, who knows? I was too busy watching the water run down the elegant strands of brown until they formed little droplets and fell onto his nose, his cheeks, his shoulders, his chest . . . it was mesmerizing.

I stood up and leaned over him, putting my hands on either side of his head as I bent downward and gently pulled his head toward my own.

His eyes remained shut and I took that as permission. I claimed his lips with ease, kissing him just as I always did. I licked at his bottom lip, eliciting a small noise from the brunet below me. I opened one eye to see if he had any reaction and was a little shocked when I was eye-to-eye with a bright blue iris.

I leaned away and sat beside him, a little disappointed. So he didn't want to make out in a hot tub? Was he pissed off about something?

“Why did you stop?”

I faced him quickly and he looked . . . sad? “What? But I thought- Weren't you- . . . what?”

He laughed, a smile gracing his lips for just a second, “I asked . . .” He placed both hands on my right leg (I was seated on his left) and leaned toward me, “. . . why did you stop?”

So he wanted me to kiss him after all? Then what was up with that look in his eyes? Was that because he wanted me to do more than just that? If he wanted more, I have no problem giving it to him! I smirked at him, ready to tease him, “Gee, I don't know. Maybe I'd rather kiss you with you sitting on my lap.” I thought for sure that he would either throw something back at me or just shoot me a glare, but instead he just smirked right back.

“Oh?” He questioned, tilting his head. Much to my surprise, and absolute enjoyment, Seto moved from his place beside me and stood in front of me. Slowly, he climbed up onto my lap while facing me, his long legs resting on either side of my own with his knees again the wall of the hot tub, “Did you mean like this?” He asked, draping his arms over my shoulders to cross them loosely behind my neck.

Holy. Shit.

I wanted to say “Yeah, like that” but when I opened my mouth, the only thing that came out was hot air.

Seto smiled softly, laughing, “What's the matter, Katsuya? Have I actually discovered a way to shut you up?”

“Heh.” Was all that I could manage to say at the moment. I stared up into those wild, half-lidded blues. Please tell me this isn't another one of his tests.

I wrapped my arms around his thin waist, watching his face for a reaction. When there wasn't one, I reached one hand down to rub circles on his ass.

His eyes went wide, “What are you doing?”

I kept moving my hand, holding him tightly with my other arm, “What? You're sitting on my lap in a sexy position wearing only shorts and you expect me to just sit here?” Seriously? He could do sexy things but I couldn't touch him? That's beyond unfair.

Seto's response was to hug me, his body flush against mine, with his head over my left shoulder, “I love you, Katsuya.” He whispered into my ear, his arms tightening over my shoulders.

My heart was pounding. “I love you too, Seto.” I hugged him tightly, my hand coming away from his rear. That was probably his goal, but his actions were too sweet for me to ignore. I looked to my left to see Seto's exposed neck and quickly took advantage of the opportunity.

I kissed the skin lightly at first to test for a violent reaction. After not being slapped or punched I kissed the same spot several more times before leaving a trail of feather-light kisses down the length of his neck and as far along his shoulder as I physically could in my position. Seto shivered and leaned back a little, his eyes half-lidded once more.

“Don't do that.” He lied, his voice barely above a whisper as his reddened cheeks gave away his true feelings. “I'm in control of this situation.” He said out loud. Who was he trying to convince?

“You don't have to be.” I wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and pulled him back down to me until our lips met. I nipped at his bottom lip and he opened his mouth without hesitation. From then on out it was a war of tongues, twisting and flicking against one another, each of us trying to suck the life right out of the other.

During this his hands had become entangled in my hair and my hands in his. It felt like our bodies were producing a ridiculous amount of heat . . . and it was definitely showing. My cock was so fucking hard right now . . . but would Seto be up for it? Damn I want him so bad right now . . .

“Seto . . .” I huffed as we pulled away at the same time, each of us gasping for air, “Seto, I want you so badly . . .” Were those words leaving my mouth? I couldn't even think straight. All that exists right now is Seto and Seto is all that I want.

Seto only whimpered in response. From the way he was sitting, I could feel that he was just as hard as me. So he wanted me as well? I want him to say it.

“Say it, Seto. Tell me that you want me.” I whispered into his ear, nipping at his earlobe and kissing his jaw line.

He was shaking now; was that good or bad? “I . . . I . . .” Come on, say it, say it. Heat was building up in my body to the point that I could barely even focus. I really want him . . . I want him right fucking here.

“Ummmm . . . Seto? Jou?”

I jerked my head to the right to see a very unwelcome visitor: Mokuba.

“Dammit! Go away!” I snapped at him. What the fuck was he doing? He said that he wouldn't interrupt!

A soft hand covered my mouth. Seto looked back at Mokuba over his shoulder, the lust in his eyes completely gone, “It's okay, Mokuba. What did you need?”

“Someone from Kaiba Corp. just called my cell phone because they said they couldn't reach you.” Ah, I threw Seto's cell phone on his bed a little while ago. “The dude sounds like he's totally freaking out.”

Before I could register what was happening, Seto had already climbed out of the water and grabbed a towel, “Sorry, Katsuya. I can't let my employees commit suicide.” He winked at me. No way, wouldn't Mokuba see his . . .

I eyed his crotch as inconspicuously as I could, but there was nothing! What the hell? Just like that? “But, Seto, I-”

“Later, okay?” Seto gave me a pitiful smile and disappeared inside, leaving me out here with . . .

. . . Mokuba.

The black-haired teen was giving me the creepiest grin I'd ever seen. “So Katsuya . . .” He slowly made his way to squat by the edge of the hot tub. I put my hands in my lap just in case he was observant. “What were you and Seto doing out here?” His eyes were squinting from smiling so big, “Besides each other, I mean.” He started laughing loudly. Was Mokuba always so obnoxious?

“For your information, we weren't having sex.” I felt awkward talking to him about something like this.

“Good thing! Other people use this hot tub too, ya know!” He started laughing again.

“Yeah, you already said that.” I rolled my eyes. It was better when he was kidnapped.

I instantly felt bad for thinking that. Mokuba might be a typical teenager, but he really adored his older brother and Seto felt the same way about him. They were there for each other through thick and through thin, even if Seto did lie to him a lot. No matter what, they always did what was best for the other.

He sat down on the cement to my right, “Seto seems really weird.” He gazed at the house as if he could see through the walls, “He doesn't seem like his usual self. Seto usually doesn't have much of a reaction to anything and he always looks . . .”

“Bored? Pissed off? Like he has a stick shoved up his ass?” I offered, mentally laughing to myself at the last suggestion.

Mokuba laughed, but likely not for the same reason, “All of the above! But now he reacts to every little thing like . . . well, like a normal person. And then just a second ago . . .”

“You didn't see anything.” It would be trouble if Mokuba went around telling people what he saw. It wouldn't really be trouble for me, but Seto probably wouldn't appreciate it very much and that could make trouble for me.

“Yeah right!” He shoved me playfully, “I wonder how far it would have gone if that guy hadn't called!” He pulled off his shoes and rolled up his pants, putting his feet down in the bubbling water.

“You wouldn't know because you wouldn't have been here to see anything.” I heaved a sigh of relief when I realized my arousal had vanished.

“Heh, I was actually looking out a window the entire time. All I gotta say is, you sure are bold, Jou!” He kicked his legs in the water, laughing yet again.

That little shit! Oh I was going to tell Seto for sure! Seto wasn't kidding about him being nosey! It's no wonder he knew more than Seto thought he did! Even in a locked room, he'd probably already have a camera set up or something, “You really are a nosey brat.” I tried to keep my cool. It was Mokuba, after all, it's not like he would purposely cause trouble for his older brother.

Seto emerged from the house again, fully clothed. Dammit.

“Katsuya? Mokuba? I have to run to the office for a bit. Might be an hour or two. The dumbasses at the office can't do their jobs, as usual. I'll be back in a while, okay?” He disappeared back inside.

“So weird!” Mokuba exclaimed, pulling his feet out while I climbed out of the hot tub, “He usually just says `I'm going to work. I'll see you tonight' and then he leaves! But nooooooooo! Ever since he's been around you, he's all concerned! Why is he like that because of you and not because of me?” Mokuba looked really depressed for a change.

Because of me? Why would he act different than he . . .

“Seto? When do you take your medicine?”

“I haven't been taking it.”

It could be because he hasn't been taking his medicine to control him. It's to control depression and stuff, right? So wouldn't it make him react a little less to things? I guess I'd have to do a little bit more research on it . . . it's still a possibility, but is that something that Seto would want me to discuss with Mokuba?

No more secrets, “It could be just because Seto hasn't been taking his medicine for the past few days.” I grabbed a towel from the same place as Seto and dried my skin.

“What?” Mokuba grabbed my arm, “Are you serious?”

“So you knew about the medicine?” I figured since he hid everything else from Mokuba, he would have hid that from him too.

“Well, it's not like he came out and told me or anything, but I've seen the pill bottles in his medicine cabinet. He doesn't lock his bedroom doors, so I get bored and snoop around while he isn't home.”

Snoop around . . . oh yeah! “Mokuba, I've already told Seto about this, but I found that secret room you were talking about.”

He looked puzzled, “Secret room?”

Wait, so he was just fucking with me? “The secret room that supposedly had all of those secret things . . . ? You little brat.”

He grinned, “I was totally just kidding about that! But you seriously found a secret room?” He folded his arms, his expression skeptical, “I don't fall for tricks as easily as you do, Jou.”

I shrugged my shoulders, “Well, I guess if you don't want to go down there with me and look around, I'll just have to go all by myself and not tell you where it is.” Okay, so I really wanted him to go with me. Sure, he's 13, but I'd rather be with someone than by myself! Can you really blame me? It's a dark stairway inside of some old, creepy mansion.

He scrunched up his face, “Fine, I'll go with you.” He eyed me, “Umm, but you need to put some clothes on first.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I threw the towel at him, earning a sound of disgust, and went inside with the smaller Kaiba right behind me.

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We arrived in the library not too long after. Even though I had just told Seto about finding the doorway, I still felt like I was sneaking around behind his back. Why was I going to investigate it now while he was at work instead of just waiting for him to come home and go down with me? Perhaps it's because I'm still holding on to the thought that there might be something down there connected to Seto's past.

“The thing is, there are little secret doorways in several locations throughout the house that all lead down to the basement.”

That's what he said, but just because they all lead down to the basement doesn't mean that there aren't any secret basement rooms! I think I've played too many RPGs in my lifetime . . . but hey, I'm not the one living in a house with a secret passageway in a fucking library! That's so classic! Knowing Seto, he probably has some hidden door out in his backyard that leads to some high-tech computer room complete with an eye-scanner to gain entry! That's pretty far-fetched, but you never know!

“So it's here in the library? I can't say that I've spent much time in here.” Mokuba looked around, rubbing at the back of his head. He was acting like a guest in someone else's home.

“Seto said that there are several secret doorways throughout the house.” Was he completely clueless?

“There are?” His violet eyes lit up, “That's so fucking cool!”

“Mokuba!” I scolded, feeling like I was his big brother now. Seto would be so pissed if he heard that word come out of Mokuba's mouth! I shivered as I remembered a certain rainy day when I was pinned between a deadly Kaiba Seto and the local daycare.

“Geez, you're just like Seto!” He huffed, “Hurry up and show me this passageway already!” He played with the flashlight that I told him to bring. I had one too. I hadn't felt a light switch before, and I wasn't about to go fumbling around in an unfamiliar place in pitch darkness.

I walked over to the shelving I had been standing at before. Which book was it that I had pulled? Let's see, I was walking along, just running my hand along the bindings and one felt different so I looked at it . . . and decided to pick it up because . . . ah! It was Hamlet! “Find the book titled Hamlet.” I told Mokuba, kind of amused when the young teen began quickly looking for the book alongside me.

“Found it!” He called out, not waiting on any instruction before he simply yanked on the book. It didn't come out, of course, but the creaking sound began as the shelving started to come down.

I grabbed both of his shoulders and pulled him back a bit just in case any of the real books decided they wanted to fall off and land on him. Seto would kill me if I got his precious little brother hurt, even if it was just a little scrape.

“Woaaaaaah.” Mokuba jumped up and down in obvious excitement, “This is just like in my video games, Jou! You have absolutely no idea how cool this is! Wait until I tell my friends at school about it!”

Oh shit, “Umm, well, if there is something bad down there, you can't tell your friends about it. You wouldn't want to make trouble for Seto, right?” I bit my bottom lip.

“Oh, that's true . . . but what could possibly be so bad down there?” He furrowed his brows and then his eyes opened wide, “Oh man, what if there's like, a pile of skeletons down there? That would be so cool!!” He thrust one fist into the air, “Come on, Jou! Let's go already!” He flipped on his flashlight and looped one arm through one of mine.

I turned on my flashlight as well and took one more look behind me at the quiet library before venturing down into the darkness with a frighteningly-excited Kaiba Mokuba.

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Ah, so not a whole lot happened this chapter! Did the hot tub scene make up for that? I feel so bad about it! Oh man, but I wonder what will be down in that basement! Haha, I think I have an idea of what I want. I can't wait to write the next chapter! I should work on BBESS next, right? Hmm . . .

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