Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes ❯ Day Eight: In This Together ( Chapter 30 )

Behind Blue Eyes

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Recap:

“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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As we began our trek downward I actually looked over my shoulder once or twice to make sure that the shelving hadn't gone back up and locked us inside. I know, I know, I'm probably just acting ridiculous and I probably watch a few too many action and horror movies, but you can never be too suspicious of things like this! I guess that I should actually be really hyped like Mokuba. How many people can say that they've investigated a secret passageway in an old mansion?

We both shined our flashlights all around us as we studied the surrounding walls. Mokuba eventually unlocked our arms, but we remained side-by-side as we ventured further and further in. The stairs that we went down initially came to a landing, turned, and went down further before coming to a level floor. The entire area was, from what we could tell, cinderblock.

“Seto said that there are a ton of secret passageways that lead to the basement. If this is supposed to be the basement, shouldn't there be some kind of lighting down here? What good is a basement if you can't see anything?”

“Oh, this just leads to the basement?” He made a disappointed noise, “That's pretty lame. The only way I knew of to get to the basement is the door by Seto's office in the front of the house.”

The door? “He said that none of the basement doors were regular doors.” Maybe he just forgot about that one. Judging from the size of this place, there were probably several doors that all led to the same location.

“Well, it's not exactly a regular door. You have to twist one of the sconce lights and then pull out on it.”

He knows of a door like that and he was so excited about this one? Mokuba is definitely weird. “I didn't know that you were aware of the other doors.”

“Just that one and the one in the back yard.” I could hear him lean against one of the walls as we stopped walking for a moment.

“The one in the back yard?”

“Yeah. He has a secret computer room back there. He used it to hack into Pegasus' system back during Duelist Kingdom. I'm pretty sure it was that time that Pegasus' men were trying to tell us that Seto was dead. I would show it to you, but you have to pass through an eye-scanner to gain entry.”

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!

“Are you shitting me?”

“I wouldn't shit you! You're my favorite turd!” He yelled, his laughter echoing down the hallway.

Yup, he and Seto are worlds apart. “Your brother would be pissed off if he heard that.”

“Nah, he'd probably just look at me and not know what to say, haha!” Mokuba shined his flashlight down the hallway, but it looked as if the light just continued on until it disappeared in the blackness beyond, “I hope that he changes now that he's with you. I can tell that Seto wants to have fun, but he just doesn't know how to go about it. You know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I think I get you.” I started walking again. We came down here to see where it went, right? Standing around and chatting wasn't going to help us accomplish that. “You said that you've been down in the basement before, right?” I could hear the soft sound of his feet beside me.

“Yeah, but there is a light switch on the wall as soon as you walk in; I didn't see one earlier. Ooh! Maybe Gozaburo used this as a makeshift morgue for all of the people he killed!” Again, he sounded waaaaay too excited.

“How do you know he killed a bunch of people?” Had Seto told him that? Had I told him that?

“I may be young, but I'm not stupid. Every time someone made Gozaburo really mad, they disappeared.” He held the flashlight under his chin, a creepy grin on his face as he narrowed his violet eyes. “Who knows? Maybe we'll stumble upon a bunch of old bones!”

“Gozaburo wasn't about to let Mitsugawa Satoshi and Mitsugawa Yuki get away with what they had done . . . he wanted the two of them out of the picture . . . permanently.”

Come to think of it, I don't remember hearing anything about the two of them being murdered. I don't read the paper or watch the news, but I would think that if the head of Mitsugawa corporation was found murdered along with his son, I would have heard something about it. I don't really remember hearing anything about it at all. There's no way that Kaiba Gozaburo could have been that good at keeping people quiet . . . is there?

“Jou, behind you!” Mokuba yelled suddenly, jumping away from me.

I spun around quickly, swinging my arms like a crazy person before falling back on my ass. Mokuba's laughter rang out and that's when I realized he had tricked me yet again. “Stupid brat.” I spat, climbing back to my feet and rubbing at my butt. That would be sore later. Maybe I could get Seto to rub it for me . . . haha, yeah right!

Speaking of Seto, I probably really freaked him out earlier. I've got to stop acting like that with him, but I just can't help it! He's so beautiful and so sexy and I just can't help but want to be as intimate with him as I can. Maybe that's the same problem that Saki had . . . no! I can't compare myself to that fuck-up! If Seto says no, it means no!

Mokuba shined his flashlight into my eyes, “You coming or not?” He had started walking again when I was lost in thought, apparently. “Hey Jou, I think it opens up a little further down!” He suddenly took off running.

I also picked up my pace. I was getting a really uneasy feeling. What if there really was something horrible down here? Seto would kill me if Mokuba ended up getting scarred for life. Hell, if Mokuba so much as tripped and got hurt Seto would probably kill me. “Wait for me!” I called up to him, happy when he slowed down just enough for me to catch up.

He was right. It opened up into what seemed like a larger room. We shined our flashlights around and couldn't find anything at all. “Let's inspect the walls for a light switch.” Mokuba suggested.

I grabbed his shoulder as I heard him begin to walk off, “Maybe we ought to stick together.”

“Awwww, is wittle Jou afwaid?” He teased. Damn brat.

“I'm not afraid, but if I somehow lost you Seto would kill me for sure.”

He sighed, “Fine, fine. Hurry up and help me look.”

We went around the room, shining our lights along the walls and running our hands along them. Maybe if we didn't find a switch, we'd find another hidden door or something. We went around the entire room this way, starting at the doorway that we came through and going around each wall, counting the corners as we passed them so we didn't get confused about where we had come from. We eventually came back around to the hallway after finding nothing at all.

“That bites.” I leaned against the wall.

“I just realized something.” Mokuba informed me.

“Oh yeah? Care to share?”

“This is a dead-end room.”

Something about that revelation really struck a nerve. I could feel the hairs on my neck standing up and chills running all along my body. A dead-end room? That means that this really wasn't a part of the main basement. “Maybe even Gozaburo didn't know about this room, since it's empty.” It could be that this was just a spare storage room that never got used.

“That's true.”

A sudden ringing noise caused both of us to jump before realizing it was Mokuba's cell phone. I thought I was going to have a heart attack!

“Hello? Seto?” I felt relieved when Mokuba said his name for some reason. “Did you get everything taken care of? That's good.” There was a bit of silence, save for the quiet sound of Seto's voice over the phone. I couldn't make out what he was saying, though. “Are you okay big brother?” Is he okay? “You sound a little shaken up. Did something happen?” My heart started pounding in my chest. “Right now I'm getting a lot of static, so I'll see you when you get home, okay? I love you, Seto.” He hung up after that.

“What happened?”

“He said that it was just a stupid error that he had to fix, but I think he's lying to me again. It wasn't really obvious, but he was speaking a little faster than he usually does. He usually sounds really relaxed when he talks unless he's pissed off, but he didn't sound mad at all. Anyways, he said he's on his way home. Let's head back out.”

Mokuba sounded really disappointed. I guess he has a right to be, since he suspected Seto of lying to him again. I really hope that nothing bad happened. He said that he was on his way home, right? That means that he's physically okay.

We retraced our steps back down the long, dark hallway. “Just for curiosity's sake, run your hand down the wall next to you as you walk. Who knows? Maybe we missed a doorway or something that we can check out later.” I hadn't thought about that earlier. We goofed off so much on the way down here that we weren't exactly paying attention to anything other than what was directly in front of us.

“Good idea!” Mokuba exclaimed, his awkward silence finally broken, “Let's get Seto to come down with us next time. It doesn't look like anyone uses this place, so I doubt that he'd be against it.” So Mokuba was thinking the same thing as me.

We hadn't felt anything out of place along the walls by the time we reached the staircase. It was disappointing, but at the same time I think we were both a little more worried about Seto than anything else at the moment.

We started up the stairs, our flashlights illuminating each step as we went . . . and then it hit me, “Shouldn't we be able to see the light from the library by now?” I asked Mokuba, hoping that he had a reasonable explanation as to why we were still immersed in complete darkness. I shined the light right past him so that I could see his face and all he did was stare up at me.

As if we had planned it, we both tore ass up the stairs, across the landing, and up the next flight up stairs to find . . . a dead end.

“You've gotta be kidding me!” Mokuba pounded his fists against the wall which we both knew to be the backside of a bookcase. Apparently there was a wall between us and the real bookcase, though, since it was rock-solid. “There has to be a way out of here!”

My heart was pounding, but I was doing my best to keep calm. I was the adult here, so I should at least act like everything is okay. Alright Jou, think! Whenever you watch a movie and the characters are in a situation like this, what goes through your head?

“Don't these dumbasses have cell phones or something?”

Bingo! “Mokuba! Just call Seto back and tell him where we are! Better yet, dial his number and give your phone to me so that I can talk to him.”

“Oh, duh!” Mokuba smacked his palm to his forehead before retrieving his phone from his pocket and pressing Seto's speed-dial number. “Here ya go!”

I listened as the phone rang a couple of times.

“Hello?”

It felt amazing to hear his voice. “Seto, it's Jou!”

“Jou? Why are you . . . phone?” Damn, static.

“We went through that door in the library and it closed behind us!”

“You went through what?”

So the static was on both ends? This fucking sucks! I had to make things simple. “Door in library. Trapped.”

“Trapped?”

“Yes.”

“Which book . . . that . . . door open?”

I swear, it's like playing a fucking clue game or something. At least I could make out the important words. He wanted to know the switch to opening the door, right? “Hamlet.”

“I'll be . . . soon. Don't . . . stupid.”

“What?” The static was getting worse. Was it this bad when Mokuba was talking to him?

“Stay.” With that, he hung up.

Stay? Was that meant to be another dog joke? Either way, Seto was coming and he'd get us out of here.

“What did he say?” Mokuba took his phone back.

“He said to stay here. I told him which book was the key to opening the door, so I guess we should just wait right here until he opens it.”

“Good. It shouldn't be too much longer. Kaiba Corporation isn't that far away. I wonder where he was when he called me earlier. He said that he was on his way, so he might already be home. Maybe he was looking for us when you called.” Mokuba was beaming. That kid went from pessimistic to optimistic in a matter of seconds!

“Yeah.” I sat on one of the steps and leaned against a different wall.

I could see Mokuba checking his watch, “It's already five o'clock!” He sat down next to me and sighed.

Fifteen minutes eventually went by and there still wasn't any sign from Seto.

“Should we call him again?” Mokuba pulled his phone back out of his pocket.

There isn't any reason that Seto should take so long to come and get us unless something had happened. “Yeah, go ahead and call him.” What if he didn't answer? What if something happened to him on his way over? What if someone followed him home? It took every bit of my will to keep me from pounding on the wall and screaming out for someone, anyone.

Mokuba pressed the button and put the phone to his ear only to remove it a moment later, “It went straight to his voicemail. Maybe the signal is just really bad wherever he is . . .”

“Shouldn't he be here in the house?” My pulse was picking up again and now I was really starting to sweat. The basement was a little on warm side and it only made things worse that it was full of stale air.

“Shh!” Mokuba put a hand over my mouth and scooted even closer to me, dropping his flashlight to the floor. It rolled all the way down the stairs, stopping once it hit the landing.

It was then that I heard them . . . footsteps. They were faint, but clear and it sounded as though they were coming closer. Mokuba and I had just come from that direction! There weren't any doors or hallways at all! We had checked all of the walls! What if it was a ghost or a zombie or something?!?! No, zombies aren't real . . . right? Fucking sci fi movies!

Whatever it was, it was coming up the stairs now, and fast too! I could feel Mokuba practically burying his face into my side, both of his hands tightly clutching my arm.

The beam from Mokuba's flashlight illuminated the feet of the figure coming up the stairs. It stopped moving for a moment and then the feet turned toward us. I did the only thing that came to mind at the time. I picked up my own flashlight and instead of shining it on the unknown figure like an intelligent person, I chucked it at the figure. The flashlight went out when it came in contact with the wall on the other side. Either I missed or it really was a supernatural being! “Fuck!” I stood up and in front of Mokuba, tightening my fists to get ready for a fight. If that thing is solid, I'll be able to fuck it up! I grew up street-fighting, so taking on one guy ought to be a piece of cake!

The figure reached down and picked up Mokuba's flashlight.

“W-what? You t-trying to be a tough guy?” I taunted to the best of my ability, even though I was the one shaking.

I watched as the flashlight went back and the next thing I knew, it was pelting me square on the forehead. I yelped as I lost my balance and tumbled all the way down . . . until I reached landing.

“What did I tell you about saying that word in front of Mokuba?” The voice of an angry Kaiba Seto boomed down at me, followed by the sound of something repeatedly coming in contact with flesh . . . probably my flashlight smacking the palm of his hand as a threat.

“Don't throw another one!” I reached my arms up to cover my head.

It was Seto! Oh thank the gods! . . . but why didn't he come from the library?

“Big brother!” Mokuba practically squealed, running down the stairs and hugging his brother . . . at least that's what it sounded like. “How did you get down here?”

Seto was kind enough to help me to my feet, “I told Jou before that all of the doors just lead to the basement. As far as I know, there aren't any completely dead-ends.”

“We checked all of the walls down here!” What was there, some specific brick ya had to move or something? I'd be fucking pissed if that turned out to be the case.

“In the room at the end of this hallway where is a door in the floor that leads to another staircase which leads to the rest of the basement.” Seto went up the stairs toward the library. “Why didn't you all turn on the lights? I didn't bring a flashlight because I wasn't expecting you to be sitting here in the dark.”

“But Seto, there aren't any light switches!” At least Mokuba made me feel better! I'd feel like a complete dumbass if I was the only one that didn't know anything. What, was there a light switch in the floor too?

I could hear Seto running his hands along the walls at the top. Hah! In his face!

. . . then suddenly florescent lights in the ceiling came on. They weren't extremely bright, but it was enough light that we wouldn't have needed the flashlights.

Seto stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at us with a smug expression on his face, “There is a switch on the door frame at the top.” Sure enough, if you looked at the doorframe just above his head you could see a little black switch.

“Well, Mr. Genius,” Mokuba began, much to my surprise, “Is there a way out of that door?”

“From the looks of things, this is an entrance only. We'll just go out the way that I came in.”

“If this is an entrance only, why is the light switch at the very beginning? How would you turn it off?” I asked, folding my arms.

“Maybe there's another switch in that room at the end. It would have been difficult to find it since some stupid blond never turned the lights on down here.” He shot me a glare, coming back down the stairs. “Come on.”

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Seto was right about a switch being down that passageway in the floor. We made it out into the fresh air of some hallway in the house. Seto closed it by messing with one of the sconces on the wall.

“Well, it's not exactly a regular door. You have to twist one of the sconce lights and then pull out on it.”

Sure enough, there was a room right next to us that looked like an office.

“Well that sucked!” Mokuba blurted out, scrunching up his face, “I was hoping we'd find some dead bodies or something.”

“Mokuba!” Seto furrowed his brows, “Why the hell would you find dead bodies?”

I looked at Mokuba, expecting him to tell Seto the same thing he told me, but he only shrugged and avoided eye contact. Either Seto didn't know that Mokuba was aware of Gozaburo's killing sprees . . . or Mokuba just didn't want to bring it up. Should I bring it up?

“Mokuba, why don't you call your school and see what your homework assignments were. Hopefully someone will still be there at this hour. If not, I expect you to email all of your teachers directly. You shouldn't have skipped school. That was very irresponsible of you.”

Mokuba trudged slowly towards the stairs without muttering a single word.

Like father and son? I definitely see it.

Seto seemed like he was in a pretty shitty mood. Now was definitely not the time to bring up Gozaburo . . . either way, I should probably do an internet search on Satoshi and his father to see what is said about the way they died.

“Katsuya, you and I need to have a talk.” His blue eyes looked . . . worried?

“Yeah, okay.” I didn't know what else to say. Everything felt so tense now that Mokuba left us. Whatever we needed to talk about, it was obviously something serious.

“Step into my office.” He motioned a hand toward the home office beside him.

Part of me wanted to snicker at the principal-esque choice of words, but I decided that it would probably only piss him off. I seated myself in his cozy office chair, figuring he would make me move . . . but he just sat on the desk in front of me and faced my direction.

“When you go to see Saki tomorrow, please don't do anything to piss him off, okay? I did some thinking about it and . . . I don't think he'll kill you. He probably just wants to scare you into doing something stupid . . . like leaving me.”

Something stupid like leaving Seto? There's no way I would do that, regardless of what that stupid piece of shit says! “I would never do that, Seto.” I was trying to reassure him, but he just gazed down at me with sad eyes. What was going on in that head of his? Also, why is this the first thing he wanted to talk about when he got home? Mokuba said it sounded like something was bothering him on the phone earlier . . . something happened, something involving Saki. “Seto, what happened?” I grabbed his hands and held them tightly in mine.

He pursed his lips, “Apparently Saki called my corporate office and told them to get me there or he'd have them all killed. I highly doubt that Saki has the manpower to do something like that, but . . . for some reason I went to meet him anyway.”

“What?! You were so worried about me going to meet him tomorrow and then you go and meet him?! Are you out of your fucking mind?!” I couldn't help but yell at him! He was so damn worried about me, telling me that I could be killed and that I shouldn't go meet him and then he goes and meets up with him without telling anyone! What if that bastard tried to hurt him again? “What if he killed you right there?”

“He won't kill me.”

“How can you say that so easily?”

“Because . . .” He pulled his hands away from me, burying them in his own hair as he covered his face with both arms.

“Because what?”

“Don't move in with me, Katsuya.” His hands fell back to the desk he was seated on.

“What?” Don't move in? First he was so excited about it and he just said that it would be stupid if I left him . . . and now he is telling me not to move in with him? What the hell is going on? Is he having an episode or something?

“Don't worry; I'll buy you a house so that you don't have to live with your father.”

No, it definitely sounds like he's actually talking to me, “Seto, what are you talking about? Before you were so excited for me to move in and now you don't want me near you? What the hell is going on?” I stood from my seat and grabbed his shoulders this time . . . when my eyes drifted to something on his neck, something that hadn't been there earlier . . .

. . . a bright red sucker mark.

I brushed it with my right hand, but Seto slapped my hand away. “That wasn't there when we were in the hot tub.” I informed him, though I'm sure he already knew. Who gave him that? He didn't want it, right? But . . . he was telling me to move out now. What happened?

Seto closed his eyes tightly, leaning into my chest, his hands gripping the edge of the desk, “Katsuya . . . help me.”

Hearing those words, it felt like someone had wrapped their hands around my heart and was now squeezing as tightly as they could. `Help me'. He sounded so unbearably pitiful . . . it just wasn't like him at all. Even with him crying in front of me so many times and telling me some of the details of his childhood (or lack thereof), it just didn't seem like him to ask me something like that with that kind of voice. He sounded almost terrified. “Seto, I can't help you if you don't let me. Please tell me what happened.” I rubbed his back with both hands.

He moved his face away from my chest just enough that I could hear him speak, “He told me that he wouldn't hurt you as long as I kept my subordinates away when you meet up with him tomorrow, and then . . .” He shook his head, making a noise that almost sounded like a laugh, “I don't remember.” He put his face back onto my chest, his arms wrapping around me and squeezing just a little. “I don't want to remember.”

He wouldn't hurt me as long as Seto's men weren't around? Why did he want to speak to me alone so badly? Maybe Seto was right when he suggested that Saki wanted to try to put bad thoughts in my head.

There was a knocking sound and we both looked toward the doorway.

Mokuba peeked in, “Hey you guys, do you wanna-” His mouth snapped shut.

Normally I think I'd be really irritated that Mokuba was interrupting once again, but I think that right now he's the best medicine for Seto. Mokuba is everything to Seto, so he's the perfect person to cheer the brunet up.

“What's up, Mokuba?” I asked, since Seto didn't.

“Um, well . . . I was just wondering if you guys wanted to go shopping like we were talking about earlier, but if you guys are busy . . .” He eyed his brother, who just stared back in reply.

“I think that's an awesome idea!” I gave him my trademark grin. What? If Seto can have a trademark glare, then I can have a trademark grin! “Why don't you call for the driver and have him pick us up at the door?” It felt weird to be asking someone to call for `the driver', but I guess I would have to get used to it . . . unless Seto was serious when he told me not to move in. Oh, I never got a reason for that!

“Alright!” Mokuba cheered, disappearing from sight.

“Seto, do you really not want me to move in with you?” I pulled him away from me, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“I want you to live here. I don't want you to get thrown into my mess. Unfortunately, it seems that I can only have one of those things. If you stay here with me-”

“Then the two of us can face that mess together and lean on each other if we have to. You don't have to go it alone, ya got that?” I poked him right between the eyes with my index finger. “Mokuba is going to get bitchy if we don't hurry up. Let's just go shopping and forget about that fuckhead for now . . . what do you say?”

Seto smiled, “You're right.” I turned to leave, but Seto grabbed my arm, “Katsuya?”

“Yeah?”

“I keep thinking that there's no way I could kill Saki . . . but . . . Katsuya, if he even tries to hurt you tomorrow . . . I'll kill him.”

His words were eerie enough, but the fact that he was still smiling when he said it . . . sometimes Seto really creeps me out. I guess that this is a cold reminder of his history. The thing is, I probably don't even know the half of it. “You won't kill anyone ever again, remember?”

“I don't think I'd be able to help it. I'm not going to let anyone hurt the people that I love.”

Come to think of it, that sounds like something Seto would say. Kaiba Seto was known to the outside world as a man with no mercy. He had no problem firing people with families to feed and no sympathy for the small companies he forced out of business. I had always thought he was a heartless bastard . . . his façade was perfect. I guess it's safe to say that Seto isn't a complete asshole, nor is he a helpless weakling . . . but he's somewhere in the grey area in between.

“Come on you guys!” Mokuba's voice crept into the room as he yelled from his place by the front door.

“We're on our way!” Seto called out to him, sliding from the desk and walking briskly out of the office. I had started to follow him, but he grabbed my arm and yanked on it until I was walking nextto him. “I never cared much for shadows.” He smirked and the two of us went to where Mokuba was waiting . . .

. . . hand in hand.

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Oooh, short one! I wanted to make this longer, but that was a really good stopping point in my opinion. Hey, I updated faster, so that's a plus, right?

Thanks to everyone that added me on facebook. My name is Kioku Kaiba on there, for those of you that don't know what I'm talking about lol. I will get to work on BBESS 30. If you want to know what happened at Kaiba Corp., I suggest reading BBESS 29 and 30 once it comes out.

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