Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes ❯ Day Nine: Confrontation ( Chapter 32 )

Behind Blue Eyes

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Important Note: Because so many people keep mentioning it in their reviews, I thought I'd make a note about it. Seto's previous last name, Yagami, is something I borrowed. I read a fic years ago (and I mean before I even started BBE) that used Yagami as Seto's last name. I have no clue if they borrowed it from Light Yagami of Death Note, but that is not where I got it from. It's something I just liked, so . . . yeah. All of the other OC's, however, are named after other anime characters and you can find the list under Fun Facts on my forum!

Dedication: I don't really ever dedicate chapters, but since this chapter is Saki-centric, this is really fitting! Dedicated to Seto CrotchdragonKaiba from facebook as a thank you for drawing those awesome pictures of Saki! (You can view the pictures on Saki's facebook under the name Saki Kitamori.)

Disclaimer: Yu-gi-oh was created by Kazuki Takahashi, not me. Kitamori Saki was created by me. This story was also created by me. Any questions?

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Recap:

I ran to the doorway of the bathroom, “After you.”

Seto smiled and punched my arm as he passed me, “I love you, you damn pervert.”

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For whatever reason, I woke up at seven in the morning.

I mean, yeah, we went to bed pretty early last night, but seven? Without an alarm? It sounds unhealthy for a guy like me!

I hurried out of bed, careful so as not to wake Seto, and switched the alarm clock into the `off' position. It was nice waking up with just Seto and I in the bed instead of being surprised by a third person. I could peacefully admire Seto's sleeping face this time . . . and it really is something to be admired.

I brushed his bangs out of his face with my hand and leaned over, placing a kiss on his forehead.

“It's not nice to take advantage of a sleeping person.”

I jumped back at the sudden voice only to find two dark blue eyes staring at me from the bed.

“Ahaha, I just wanted to give you a little kiss!” I insisted, “I thought I woke up before you.”

“I'm used to waking up early, so I wake up whether I want to or not.” He scrunched up his face for a second before relaxing it again. “What would you like for breakfast this morning? Did you want something here? We could always go out for breakfast.” He slid from the bed. It was then that I noticed a few of his pajama buttons had come undone, partially revealing his stomach.

“Uh, something here is fine.” I tried not to look, but . . .

“Are you looking at my stomach?” He tilted his head, a slight smirk on his face as he placed one hand on his stomach.

He's acting a little weird, especially for just waking up. Well, I'm assuming that he just woke up. It's almost as if he's trying to . . . “You're trying to distract me, aren't you?” I narrowed my eyes. Today is the day that I go to meet Saki, and Seto made it very clear that he is against it. It looks like he's going to keep this up until I'm at Kitamori Corporation.

He dropped his arms to his sides with obvious disappointment. “I already told the cooks what to make. It's probably done by now.” He gave up just like that? He wasn't even going to deny it? He breezed past me, still wearing his pajamas, and left the room.

Bingo! I caught him! I followed him out of the room with a grin on my face.

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Mokuba was still asleep when we passed his room (he probably stayed up late since Seto never made him to go bed). It was fun shaking the hell out of him so he would be ready to go to work with Seto.

Breakfast was just as awesome as yesterday. Today Seto had them make French toast for me . . . French toast! I haven't had that since . . . I can't even remember! I'm still not used to having things like this. I don't think I ever really ate breakfast at home. I usually woke up and had to literally run to school so I wouldn't be late. When I'm here, though, I like waking up early because that means my day will be longer and that means more time with Seto. I know, I know, I sound ridiculous.

“So today is the big day!” Mokuba grinned from his place across the table, “The big confrontation!” He shoved a fork full of French toast into his mouth. Yeah, Seto asked for the same meal for Mokuba . . . was that Seto's way of saying I'm like a kid? That jerk!

“Yeah.” What else was I supposed to say? Mokuba sounded really hyped about it, but in all honesty I can't help but be a little nervous. Well, more than a little nervous. This guy could kill me. Sure, Seto would get him for killing me, but that doesn't change that fact that I would be dead. Yesterday I felt so confident that he wouldn't do it, but now I'm starting to second-guess myself. What could he possibly want from me? He even went through all that trouble just to tell Seto to keep his subordinates away.

“Katsuya . . . help me.”

That fucking bastard. I just need to keep my guard up.

I glanced to my right to see Seto playing with his food.

“Don't play with your food, Seto.” I teased, winking at him when his head snapped up.

He was kind enough to flash a half-smile before reluctantly taking a bite of egg (oh, so he gets the big-boy breakfast).

“What's the matter, bro?” Mokuba eyed his older brother. Seto said that Mokuba had already known about what went on when Gozaburo was alive, so I wouldn't be at all surprised if Mokuba figured out where the sucker mark on Seto's neck came from. Mokuba seems pretty in sync with his older brother.

“I'm just worried, Mokuba.” His lips curved into a frown and his eyes were glued to his plate of food, which he was once again playing with.

“You don't have to worry.” I insisted, even though I was kind of worried myself. “I'll go there, hear what that dick has to say-”

“Language.” Seto narrowed his eyes, pointing his fork at me. Mokuba just laughed.

“Right.” I managed to refrain from saying `yes mother'. “I'll go there, hear what that jerk has to say, and then come right back home.” Wait. How was I supposed to get home if Seto isn't allowed to keep any of his people at Kitamori Corporation? “Oh . . . how am I supposed to get home?” I bit my lower lip; I hadn't exactly thought everything over. Obviously one of Seto's drivers would take me to Kitamori Corporation, but without a phone there was no way for me to call him back. I guess I could always use the phone that they have in the building, but what if it's an emergency? No, no, everything will be just fine.

“I've got it.” Seto snapped his fingers, “Mokuba, let Jou borrow your cell phone.”

The raven-haired brother looked devastated, “What?”

“He doesn't have his own cell phone and I need mine for work so that only leaves yours.” He rubbed at the side of his head, sighing. “Honestly, it's just for a little while.”

Mokuba glared at me. Why the hell is he glaring at me instead of at Seto? I'm not the one telling him to give up his damn phone! “Jou, if you break my phone then I'll break you, got it?” He shook a fist at me before breaking out into a smile and a laugh.

So . . . he's not actually pissed off? “Man,” I laughed with him, “I thought you were actually pissed off for a second!”

Mokuba stopped laughing instantly, “Oh I am. Don't break my phone and don't call or text anyone other than my brother.”

“I think someone is cranky from a lack of sleep.” Seto popped a fork full off food into his mouth before smirking at his feisty younger brother.

“Shut up.” Mokuba huffed, sitting his cell phone on the table and sliding it toward me.

That's how the remainder of breakfast went on. It was nice, though, hearing the banter between the three of us. When I look back at eating all alone (that is, whenever I actually ate breakfast), I can't imagine going back to it. Now that I have Seto and Mokuba, it feels like I finally have a family again . . . I won't let anyone take that away from me. I lost my family once before, and I won't let it won't happen again.

You hear me, Saki?

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I stepped out of the shower around 8:15. Seto was showering in his bathroom, so I just used a guest bathroom. I was a little disappointed that he didn't offer to share a shower, but then again I wasn't surprised either. I guess I shouldn't be hoping for so much when we've only really been together for a few days. It feels more like it's been several years . . . the past week has been full of so much drama that I feel like I'm in a novel or a movie.

I towel-dried my hair and pulled on the bathrobe that Seto had let me borrow. Why does he have more than one if his housekeepers are so efficient?

“You out yet?” I entered his bedroom and shut the door behind me.

The bathroom door opened as if to invite me inside.

Seto was already wearing black dress pants, a dark blue shirt, and a black tie. He wears a lot of black and blue, but it looks good on him . . . er, black and blue clothes, not bruises.

“You sure look sharp.” I complimented, watching his reflection in the mirror as he meticulously combed his hair. It's amazing how Seto can go from looking starched and pressed to looking absolutely adorable. Not many CEOs can be called `hot' let alone `adorable'. Then again . . . a lot of Seto's cuteness comes from the side of him that most people never see.

“I'm going to work, so I need to dress decent.” He turned his head this way and that, inspecting his work to make sure each hair had fallen into its proper place. “You will also be dressing nice today.”

“Yup.” Before we went to our separate showers, Seto insisted that I wait until he was out to get dressed. Seto wanted to pick my outfit out for me . . . like a mother would for a small child. Seto would kill me if I told him, but . . . he has a motherly side that comes out every now and then; it only adds to his cuteness.

When we were leaving the bathroom I noticed that Seto already had socks on! He must speed through his showers . . .

The housekeepers (they're here so early?) brought in the clothes that we had just bought and hung them in Seto's closet. I guess they had either left them in the dryer over night or they just washed them this morning. Seto waved them off, which kind of irritated me. I leaned against the doorframe of his massive closet while he rummaged through the newest additions to my apparently-awful wardrobe.

He would look from the clothes, to me, then back to the clothes. I could see him shaking his head every now and then. “What the hell did you do to your hair?” He narrowed his eyes at me, his brows furrowing deeply.

“Huh?” What was wrong with my hair? I reached a hand up to feel it, “Oh, I towel-dried it, so it's probably a little poofy or something.”

Seto just stared at me, obviously disgusted, “I'll fix it once I've dressed you.”

“Dressed me?” I grinned like an idiot. “You're gonna take my robe off and put my clothes on me?” I'll ignore him insulting my hair since he set himself up to be embarrassed.

Like clockwork, Seto blushed deep red and faced the clothes on the hangers, “Not like that, you damned pervert.”

“Hey, last night you were okay with me being a pervert.” I pouted, leaning away from the doorframe.

“I was drunk.”

Drunk? “You didn't even drink anything!” Then a thought occurred to me, “Or were you drunk off of my good looks?” I struck a pose and blew him a kiss.

“Ugh, you are impossible.”

“Impossibly hot, perhaps.”

He only sighed, yanking some black dress pants off of a hanger, “Here.” He tossed them at me and I managed to catch them. “And for your shirt . . .” He scrunched up his face and rubbed at his chin, eyeing his options. “I think we should go for a clean, classy look.” He nodded in approval . . . of his own decision.

“Uh, yeah, sounds good.” Clean and classy? Me?

“A white, button-down dress shirt and a dark blue tie.” He held up both, a slight smile on his lips. “Let's see that bastard call you trash in this.”

“Yeah, `cause I'm gonna look- wait.” What the hell did he just say? “Saki called me trash?” That fucking piece of shit!

Seto pursed his lips, laying the shirt and tie on his bed, “To be more precise, he called you the `blond piece of trash' that I `dragged home'.”

“I swear when I see that stupid face of his-”

“Katsuya.” Seto's looked so . . . depressed, “Don't do anything stupid. Go there, listen to whatever bullshit he has to say, and leave. I know you hate him, but hurting him isn't something worth losing your life over. He told me that he wouldn't hurt you as long as I kept my men away and as far as I know, he has never killed anyone . . . but . . . I don't really know anything aside from what he told me about himself and you know as well as I do that his word isn't exactly something that can be trusted.”

“Yeah, I know.” The situation had gone from lighthearted to tense in a matter of seconds. I need to get in the right mindset, though. I'm going to meet up with a guy that took advantage of an abused teenager . . . he's sick. I can't let my guard down and I must remember that whatever he says is most likely nothing but lies.

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Wearing a tie is definitely not my thing. Wearing dress clothes is definitely not my thing. Wearing dress shoes is-

You get my point.

I was nervous enough just knowing our destination but adding in the uncomfortable getup only made me more miserable and irritated. To make things even worse, Seto was completely silent during the entire trip. Even Mokuba was abnormally quiet. The atmosphere was so horrible, too! I felt like I was riding to my own execution!

. . . maybe I shouldn't compare it to something like that.

By the time the limousine rolled to a stop I felt like my soul had been ripped out of me. My heart was beating so fast and beads of sweat were starting to form . . . I think I was sweating from the stupid dress clothes. I can't be that nervous, right?

The driver opened my door for me.

“Well, I guess this is where we go our separate ways.”

“Jou.” Mokuba nodded his head toward his older brother.

Seto wasn't even looking in my direction but I could see that he looked like he was about to cry. Was he really that upset about it? Was he really that worried that something was going to happen to me?

“Seto . . . hey, this afternoon we're grilling out, so don't you go eating at some fancy restaurant, you got that, moneybags?” When he finally faced me I gave him the biggest smile I could muster, “I'm gonna stand right behind you and guide your hands while I teach you how to cook on a grill!”

Seto's smile was sad, but it was a smile nonetheless, “Right.” He picked something up that was apparently sitting beside him, “You forgot this, so I picked it up before we left the house.” The gun from yesterday.

“I really don't think I should bring that with me, Seto. Don't you think carrying something like that around will make him freak out?” Not only that, but I really don't like weapons. Guns make me nervous.

He put the handgun back where he had retrieved it from, “Yeah, you're probably right.”

I stepped out of the car, but leaned back inside, “Can I get a `see ya later' kiss?” Not a `goodbye' kiss.

Seto's eyes darted to a grinning Mokuba before he finally gave in to my request and gave me a short-but-sweet peck on the lips, “See you later, Kat-chan.” He gave me a wink and I leaned out of the limousine, a little flustered.

I can't believe he said that in front of his brother. If Mokuba realizes what Seto said, he'll never let him live it down!

. . . but something like that should be the last thing on my mind at the moment.

I watched the limousine pull away and remembered last Friday when Seto picked me up in the rain and dropped me off at my apartment. The only reason he even stopped was because Mokuba told him to . . . things sure have changed.

I turned around and looked upward at the building that loomed before me. Kitamori Corporation, yet another large company in downtown Domino. Heh, come to think of it, Kaiba Corp and Kitamori Corp have the same initials: K.C.. Oh, and . . . Seto and Saki . . . they too have the same initials: K.S.

I shook my head. Right now it is time to confront that bastard and find out what the fuck he wants! I won't be toyed with by someone as sick as him! He hurt Seto . . . Seto trusted him and Saki hurt him! I'll never forgive him.

With determination I shoved open the front doors and stomped in, expecting to see a certain black-haired bastard waiting with a stupid smirk on that smug face of his . . . but instead there was only an older woman behind a reception desk.

“C-can I help you young man?” She pushed her glasses further up on her nose, brows furrowed with confusion. I guess I kind of startled her, bursting in like that.

“Eheh, um . . . sorry about that.” I smiled, trying to show her I meant no harm . . . well, not to heranyways. “I'm supposed to be meeting Kitamori Saki here today.”

Her eyes lit up, “Oh! You must be the friend that he said would be coming here!”

F-f-friend? “Uh, I'm-”

“Oh, that boy didn't have any friends for the longest time! He always said that he didn't want any! Said he hated people! I was so happy that I almost cried when he told me a friend would be here today!” She clasped her hands together, smiling like a proud grandmother would . . . maybe she is his grandmother.

“Have you known him a long time?” I might as well see what other information she's willing to give up. Saki has no friends? Not shocking in the slightest.

“Oh yes! I've known him since he was about 7 years old!” Okay, so maybe she isn't his grandmother. “But I won't keep you with my tales. Saki should be with his father in the main office on the top floor. When you get up there, just go straight down the main hall and you'll run right into his office.” She flashed another smile, “Would you like me to let him know that you're here?”

I gave a grin of my own, “Nah, I want to surprise him.” I winked before going to the elevator.

On the way up to the top floor the elevator stopped several times to let employees on and off. Everyone eyed me as they entered. I shouldn't stand out too much, right? I mean, I'm wearing nice clothes just like all of them! Then again, they probably don't recognize me . . . the fact that I'm leaning against the wall in the back of the elevator likely doesn't look professional either.

By the time I finally got to the top floor, the elevator was completely empty save for myself. I guess there probably aren't too many offices on the same floor as the CEO. I'm sure that the CEO of Kitamori Corporation is nothing like Seto. Seto is the youngest CEO, not to mention the best-looking I'm sure. This guy, however, is Saki's father, so he's probably a total dick just like his son.

I began the journey down the main hallway. It was so creepy how quiet it was on the top floor. Whenever the elevator doors had opened on the other floors I could hear the chatter of employees and the sounds of printers. Up here, though, I felt like I was the only person around. All of the doors that I passed were shut and when I looked down the other hallways there weren't any signs of life.

I started to get a very bad feeling about coming up here. If there isn't anyone else around, who's to say that Saki didn't set this up in order to kill me without witnesses? Seto had security shut off the cameras on the day that he killed Gozaburo, so I'm sure that Saki would have no problem doing the same. Even though the old woman said Saki's father was up here, he could be in on it as well! It would benefit him if Saki was romantically involved with Kaiba Seto, wouldn't it?

I approached the large double doors at the very end of the hallway. Thoughts of being called to the principal's office throughout my school life flooded my head and made me shiver. Man, this totally sucks! Come on, Jou, snap out of it! I took a deep breath and placed my right hand on one of the door handles . . . and then heard voices from inside the room.

I couldn't make out anything that was being said, so I very slowly pulled on the handle . . . then very slowly pushed on the handle upon realizing it opened in and not out.

It only opened just a little bit, but I could see the office was huge! It was a lot like Seto's office back at Kaiba Corporation. Seated at a desk in the very back was an older gentleman with black hair. Standing on the other side of the desk but with his hands flat on the desk, was likely the person I was seeking.

“I don't have any interest in inheriting your damn company!” It was Saki's voice, but he sounded pretty pissed . . . great.

“You're my son!” The CEO was just as angry, “It is your duty and your birthright!”

“Why can't you just adopt another son?”

“At my age? I'm 55 years old already!”

Saki leaned away, folding his arms, “It's not as if you'll be dying anytime soon . . . unfortunately.”

I take it they don't get along very well . . . so maybe his father isn't a dick after all.

“You know what happened to the last CEO that tried to adopt an heir!” Was he talking about Seto and Gozaburo?

“Tch. That fucker deserved it. Besides, just because I'm your biological son doesn't mean I'm not capable of shoving you out a fucking window.” They are talking about Seto and Gozaburo.

“You're an ungrateful bastard, Saki!”

“Well you're a sorry excuse for a father!”

Apparently I was leaning closer and closer without realizing it . . . that is, until I fell on my face inside the office with a loud yelp and a thud. I'm known for my grand entrances . . .

“Who the hell are you?” Saki's father stood up quickly.

Saki, on the other hand, was smirking . . . dammit! It figures that I would do something embarrassing in front of him!

I climbed to my feet and straightened my tie. Before I even had a chance to speak, Saki was answering for me.

“He's a friend of mine. I told him to meet me here. We'll be leaving now.” As he approached me I quickly backed out of the doorway and into the hallway from which I came.

“Why are you still playing around?” His father yelled from inside, “You're supposed to be in here putting forth some effort in trying to learn this business!”

“I think I'd rather die.” Saki slammed the door behind him as he left.

That's when I remembered who I was standing with.

“Look, you filthy piece of shit, I don't know exactly what the fuck you-”

“Save it.” Saki breezed past me and toward the elevator.

The office doors flew open, “How dare you walk out when I'm trying to talk to you?! Just wait until I get home tonight! You're useless!”

I found myself briskly following Saki.

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He never said another word until we reached the parking lot of the company. Even when others had said hello to him on the elevator (hey, I was just relieved that it wasn't only us in there!), he didn't even acknowledge they had said anything at all. Was this really the same guy? I mean I guess I haven't really interacted with him a whole lot, but right now he seems more like a juvenile delinquent rather than the sick fuck I was expecting.

“Why are we in the parking lot?” I finally asked after being led out here without so much as uttering a word. “You wanted to meet up here at Kitamori Corp., so say what you wanted to say and let me go home already! You know, home to Seto.” I just had to get a dig in! Me and my big mouth, right?

He spun on his heels and I nearly ran smack into him! “Look, I promised Seto that I wouldn't hurt you as long as he kept his goons away from us today, but if you keep that shit up I might just have to break my promise.” Grey eyes stared coldly down at me.

“You don't seem like the type to keep your word anyhow.” I informed him, determined to stand my ground and not appear afraid. It didn't look like he was armed with anything other than his fists and I know how to hold my own in a fist fight.

He turned away and began walking again, “Maybe not.”

“You didn't answer my question!” I ran after him until I was walking by his side.

“What question?”

Man, he's already getting on my fucking nerves! “Why are we in the parking lot?” I ran in front of him to keep him from going any further until he answered me.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, pointing it at something behind me and pushing a button on the key fob. “We're going out to my car, of course.”

His car? I felt a lump begin to form in my throat, “Your car? You said you wanted me to go to Kitamori Corporation.” I really don't think it would be very smart of me to willingly get into his car with him. He might take me somewhere and have me killed or something!

“We met at Kitamori Corporation and now we're going elsewhere.” He smirked as he went around me and stood beside the black PT Cruiser that I had seen a few times before. “Get in.” The smirk was gone as he opened the driver's side door and leaned in for a moment.

It was so tempting to shove him inside, but that wouldn't really do me any good; it would be funny as hell though.

“Do you need convincing?” He asked as he faced me once more, this time . . . ah, this time he was wielding a handgun. I should have seen this shit coming.

I laughed nervously, part of me wishing I had brought Seto's gun after all, “Nope, I can get in without any trouble at all.” Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Okay, no big deal, Jou. If it looks like there might be trouble, just throw open the door and tuck and roll. Road rash is nothing compared to a bullet to the head or whatever this psycho might have in store for me.

I slid in on the passenger's side as he slid in on the driver's side. “Do you have a cell phone with you?” He asked after pushing a button to lock the doors.

Shit, should I lie? “Uh,-”

“Let me rephrase that . . . I'm sure you have a cell phone; let me see it. I'll give it back, I just want to see it.”

I bit my lip as I retrieved Mokuba's cell phone from my pocket. I really hope he doesn't break it. Just because he said he'd give it back didn't mean he'd give it back in one piece . . . I see now that he likes to find loopholes so that he can't be called a liar.

I watched as he flipped it open and pushed a few buttons . . . and then pulled out his own cellphone and began pushing buttons on that!

“W-what are you doing?” My pulse picked up.

“I see you have Mokuba's phone with you.” He continued pushing buttons.

“How do you know it's his?”

He raised a brow at me before resuming his work, “Gee, I don't know . . . maybe because it says `Kaiba Mokuba' on the main screen.”

Oh, of course . . .

He flipped it closed and then tossed it back to me, still in working condition. “Seto is smart. I'm sure that phone has GPS locating on it and Seto is probably monitoring your location right now. Well, I guess I can't be mad since I never told him he couldn't do that.” He laughed, “And now I have his cell phone number; brilliant.” He started the car.

Shit! So that's what he was doing! Seto is going to be so pissed off when he finds out that Saki got his cell phone number because I was stupid enough to hand over the phone I borrowed! Shouldn't Seto have seen something like that coming? Seto is smart, but I guess he can't foresee the future.

“Just tell me what the fuck you want.” I tucked away Mokuba's cell phone.

“I'll talk to you when we get to my house. I don't like being distracted while I'm driving.”

What the hell? His house? “No, I think you can talk and drive at the same time. I don't want to go to your house.”

“Shut. Up.”

- - -

We arrived at his house after a silent car ride that seemed to take an eternity. I said that we arrived at his house, but the size of the place rivaled that of Seto's mansion. I wasn't too surprised considering I was dealing with another wealthy family.

We stepped into the house and he closed the door behind me. “You still live with your parents?” I eyed my surroundings. The house was so quiet . . .

Saki started up the stairs and I followed . . . wait, why am I following without a fight? “My father and I live here, yes.”

“Your parents divorced or something?” Wouldn't surprise me. With a husband and son like those two, the poor woman probably ran away from home.

“My mother is dead.”

I nearly stumbled on the stairs. Damn. I may not like the guy, but I'm not a heartless jerk like he is! “Sorry, I didn't mean to-”

“It's fine. She died about twenty years ago, so it's not like it upsets me anymore or anything.” We arrived at the top floor and started down a hallway where I could hear the bustle of other people.

Wait . . . twenty years ago? “How old are you?”

“I'm twenty-five. I'll save you the trouble and do the math for you . . . Seto and I are seven years apart in age.”

Is this guy a mind reader or something? So if they met when Seto was fourteen, then that would mean Saki was . . . twenty-one. He's a damn pedophile if you ask me!

We arrived at what I assumed to be Saki's bedroom. There were three women inside that looked like maids.

“What the hell are you doing? I told you to have your work done by ten o'clock! You're always so fucking slow!” He punched the nearest wall causing all three women to jump. They began scurrying around, trying to finish their work quickly.

“Don't be a jerk to them.” I couldn't help but reprimand him! He has no right to yell at them like that! Judging from the looks on their faces, they're afraid of him! “If you would clean up after your damn self, maybe they wouldn't take so long!”

“I don't recall giving you permission to talk to me like that.” The gun was back and this time it was planted firmly under my chin. Needless to say, I shut up and watched as the women worked.

They made the bed and vacuumed the carpet, dusting here and there. One emerged from the bathroom after apparently cleaning it and another carefully placed several glass bottles into a trash bag . . . and by several I mean a shitload. I didn't even need to ask. I lived with an alcoholic for most of my life, so I know alcohol bottles when I see them.

Saki is an alcoholic? That would explain his shitty personality.

It wasn't long before the maids left the room.

Saki removed the gun. “Alright, now I want to have a conversation with you and since it looks like you aren't armed, I'll be nice and let you in on a little secret.” He popped open the chamber of his gun and gave it one good shake.

“It's empty . . .” I muttered, a little shocked. Why would he threaten people with any empty gun? I mean I guess that would work on most people, but what if I had also been carrying a gun and shot his ass out of fear?

He tossed it onto a computer desk and sat lazily onto his king-sized bed, “That's right. It was empty when I threatened Seto with it too; I didn't want to risk accidentally shooting him . . .”

“Woah, hold the fuck up! You put a gun to Seto?” I was shaking now, every nerve in my body screaming at me to beat him to a pulp. Never once did Seto mention that Saki threatened him with a gun.

His eyes went wide, but only for a second, “Yes, I did it yesterday when I went to see him. I figured it was the only way to persuade him; he's pretty stubborn. Did he not tell you that I did that?”

“No . . .” How many details did Seto leave out?

“I see . . . oh! Did you see the mark I left on his neck?” He smirked and quickly dodged the punch that I swung at him.

“I'll fucking kill you!” I swung again and this time he caught it.

“I'd suggest that you settle down and have a seat before I decide to get even for the time that you actually hit me.”

I hit him?

Before I could quite register anything, I was up and off the ground, my left fist connecting with Saki's face. He lay sprawled-out across the sidewalk, his hands covering his face, nursing it as blood crept through his fingers.

Heh, oh yeaaaaaaaaah . . .

“You hit me and ran away like a little girl. The only reason you were even able to make contact was because I wasn't expecting you to get up so quickly. I won't make the same mistake twice.”

I yanked my hand away from him. “That's funny, because you raped Seto twice . . . oh, but those weren't mistakes, they were intentional.”

My back slammed against the wall as Saki practically leapt from his bed and shoved me hard. His body was inches from my own and that's when I realized the significant difference in height.

“What the fuck would you know about that?! You have no idea the hell I've put myself through for that! I was stupid! I know that! But . . . you could never understand!” He grabbed me by my collar and used it to pull me away from the wall and slam me back against it over and over.

I pulled on his arms, but his strength exceeded my own . . .

. . . and then he stopped abruptly and released me, backing away.

“No one will ever understand.”

“You're a fucking lunatic! You're psychotic and you're disgusting! You raped a fucking 16 year old that had been raped by countless men over and over again! He fucking trusted you and you did exactly what everyone else did to him! You're exactly like the rest of the sick fucks that hurt him! No! I take that back! You're worse than them!” I was heaving by the end, but damn did it feel good! I wanted to verbally beat him down until he felt like the worthless waste of flesh that he really is!

“You're right.”

“What?” No, that's not the reaction he was supposed to have.

“I said you're right. I'm worse than all of those people that hurt him. I was so kind to him for two whole years . . . I would hold him when he cried, tend to his self-inflicted wounds . . . I would listen to him rant about his troubles knowing full-well that there wasn't anything that I could do without getting myself killed . . . and then I betrayed him.”

“Why did you do that to him?” I can't say that he's lying. Seto once loved him for a reason. Why did Saki suddenly change? Had it all been one big lie? “Were you just being kind to him in hopes of getting in his pants?” I wanted to strangle him . . .

“No!” He snapped, sitting on his bed once more and falling backward with his arms outstretched, “I really, truly, loved him . . . I still do love him . . . during our two years together, we began to grow more and more intimate, but . . . every time it would get close to sex, he would stop me.”

That's . . . kind of how he is with me . . .

“I stopped, of course. I knew what he went through and I wasn't about to be just like them, but . . . well, one day I decided I wasn't going to stop. I guess I was stupid enough to think that Seto would eventually start to like it if I just kept going. It was me. Seto loved me. He told me he loved me . . . but . . . he definitely didn't love me after that.”

“If you expect that to excuse your actions-”

“I don't. I'm just telling you how it is. I don't know what all he told you, but I'm just letting you hear my side.”

“Okay, so the first time was an extremely stupid mistake, or at least that's what you're claiming.” I sat on top of his desk after scooting the empty gun aside, “So then what's your lame excuse for the time a few days ago?”

He ran one hand over his face, “That . . . during the two years after Seto and I stopped talking, I tried to forget about him. I was doing pretty good too until . . . until I saw him with you that day at the mall.”

That day at the mall? You mean because I decided to take Seto out there, Saki wanted to chase after him again? Saki had left Seto alone for two years . . . and just seeing him that one time started all of this . . .

“I instantly hated you. I would follow you every time I saw you out. Even when you said that you and Seto weren't a couple, just the fact that you were going places with him pissed me off. Seto used to go places with me. That time I took you home . . . I really was concerned for Seto's health, but I also wanted to know where you lived. I was pretty annoyed that you lived in an apartment complex, but finding the right door just took a few games of knocking and running to see who answered.” He laughed almost like . . . almost like a child.

“Okay, that information is good to know, but doesn't answer my question. Why did you hurt Seto a second time?”

“I wanted him to hate me . . . or maybe, I wanted to make myself hate him. I wanted to pretend that I didn't care about him. Hurt him, hurt him . . . if I hurt him enough, I would stop caring . . . I didn't want to care about him anymore . . .” He sat up again, “But I do care about him! I can't get him out of my head!”

“Are you crying?” I rubbed at my eyes to make sure I wasn't seeing things.

“I don't cry.”

“You're clearly crying.”

“I don't cry.”

I folded my arms, “Whatever. Look, I didn't come here to listen to your damn sob story. If that's all you wanted to tell me, I'll be going home now.” There's no excuse for raping someone. There is absolutely nothing in this world that could repair the damage he has done.

“He still cares about me.”

“What?” Is he talking about Seto? He's delusional! “There's no way in hell that Seto still gives a fuck about you.”

“When all of those men were taken to trial for Seto's abuse, my father and I weren't included.”

“Your father?”

“My father and Kaiba Gozaburo were close friends. Seto and I grew close when Seto was left here, at this house. When Gozaburo went to meet with people he hated, he left Seto in my care . . . which leads me to the answer to your question. Since my father and his adoptive father were so close, Gozaburo let my father have Seto . . . several times, apparently. That's when he and I stopped getting along.”

Why didn't Seto turn the two of them in to the police? He managed to keep his identity hidden when he accused all of the other CEOs, so why not Saki and his father?

“The next day after I raped him was the day that Seto killed Gozaburo. Of course the ruling was that Gozaburo committed suicide, but . . . Seto definitely killed him. It was a long time coming, actually. When I saw it on the news, I thought for sure that I was going to be arrested.” He sighed, “But Seto spared both me and my father. I knew then that he still cared about me, even if it was just a little bit.”

No. Seto doesn't care about Saki. Seto hates Saki! “It's over. Seto is done with you. Seto is mine now.” I slid off of the desk and stood right in front of him, “Seto and I are a couple now. He asked me to move in with him . . . forever.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Say whatever you want, but you'll never convince me to give him up. I'm not stupid; I won't make the same mistakes.”

His sad expression quickly became a glare as he stared up at me from his spot on the bed, “You say that now, but just you wait! Every time you try to go all the way with him, he'll stop you at the very last minute! You have no idea how frustrating that is. He may not be in the same situation now that he was in two years ago, but I'm sure he still feels the same way about sex. Besides . . . I'm sure he still thinks of me. I'm sure he misses me.”

“He doesn't like you. He probably wouldn't like me saying this, but he's afraid of you.” I turned around and went toward his door. I glanced over my shoulder at him, “Oh, and he doesn't particularly care for alcoholics such as yourself.”

“I'm not an alcoholic . . .”

“Whatever. Stay in denial. I'm going to where Seto is.”

He leaned back and reached under his pillow, pulling out . . . yet another handgun. Is that what rich people do? Hide handguns all over their houses? “Stay away from Seto! He's mine!”

“I won't fall for your bluff this time; I know the gun's empty.”

He pointed the gun to the right and pulled the trigger . . . I jumped at the loud bang and then stared wide-eyed at the bullet hole now present in his wall.

The gun then focused on me.

“You know,” He slowly stood from the bed, coming closer and closer until the gun was about a foot from my forehead. “I've never killed anyone before. Hell, I've never even shot anyone. But damn . . . I'd love for you to be the first.”

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