Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Hot as Ice ❯ Deadly Sin ( Chapter 8 )

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Hot as Ice

Note: Translations from babelfish.yahoo.comsorry they didn't work on the others and FYI Seth is something like 20 minutes older than Seto for those confused with the `little brother' title Seth has given Seto.

RECAP

~ “Don't deny it, I won't mention it again…just thanks,” he said and left.

Left a flushed, confused puppy in a too big, cold room. ~

STORY START

Walking into the dinning room Joey yawned wide, flashing fangs and his tongue as he rubbed his eyes and mumbled “Morning,” to the trio at the dinning table, all at various stages in there morning meals.

“Morning Joey,” Seth said with a smile as the blond flopped into a seat on the other side of Yugi who had the most adorable blush on his face every time he looked his way.

“Where's moneybags?” Joey asked as a servant appeared from a door on the far side and paced a plate of French toast, bacon and eggs in front of him and Mokuba sighed sadly.

“He's either in his office, Joey or already at work,” the child said and Seth spat coffee onto looking down at his little brother with wide eyes “What, he works on weekends? In the morning?” he demanded.

“Yes, Seth, big brother works Monday to Saturday, and then a half day on Sunday. He only takes the Sunday afternoons off because I nagged him to,” Mokuba said playing with him food.

“Did you try to get him to take the whole weekend off?” Seth asked and Mokuba nodded.

“Yeah, but we compromised, he has to be home by 8, and Sunday afternoon he can't set foot in the office,” the boy said.

“Alright,” Seth said and Mokuba grinned, “I know later I'll show you the backyard! You guys haven't seen that yet! Its huge! We have a pool and a firing range and everything!” he said with excitement.

“You have a firing range?” Yugi asked with alarm and Joey grinned, “Cool!” when Mokuba nodded, black locks bopping up and down.

“…well it is Sunday, Seto should be home in a few hours, he normally works out and practises so you might get to see big brother shotting up those bad boards!” Mokuba said his voice childlike and Joey flushed at the thought of seeing Seto, in tight short covered in sweat.

1:39 pm

“What do you mean?” Seto's voice growled as they made their way over to the firing range and obstacle corse, his voice was slightly breath less and when they found him Joey's face flamed, there he was, plastered with sweat, in a pair of tight black shorts though a tight black short sleaved shirt hugged his upper body.

Hanging upside down on a bar as he swung up crunching his torso into his legs as he listened and growled deep in the back of his throat, “Well this your own damn fault you moron! No I'm not coming in…talk to Mr…Filmen he'll fix it,” he snapped.

Freezing with his head hanging down he closed his eyes in frustration and said “If its not fixed when I come to work tomorrow I'll deal with it then and you'll be finding yourself without employment.”

Making a small sound Mokuba said “Yeah, Seto hates that,” his tone dismissive as his brother hung up and he raced over.

“Big brother, they wanna see you shot the bad boards!” he said though his tone gave away how much he wanted to see it as well.

“Fine…” He said swinging up to grab the rode, giving Joey a very nice view though he'd never admit his like of it and Seth smirked at how limber his stiffer little brother was.

“This way!” Mokuba said as Seto walked off and the teen ran after his brother who was towelling off with a pail blue rag.

“Joey…” Seth said slowing down to the blonds' lazy pace.

“Ja?”

“I know like him,” the blue eyed Egyptian said softly and Joey blushed as he scoffed “Who?”

“Seto,”

“Puff, moneybags? Get real,”

“Oh my brother is very real,” Seth said as they entered the area where the others were, Seto already having covered his ears with black ear muffs as Mokuba handed them a pair each, loading a small hand gun with expert movements.

In silence he aimed and waited for the targets to pop up as Mokuba hit a large red button and then all they heard was the dull, bang, bang, bang, of the shots as the CEO fired before dropping the now empty gun and taking the larger one from his little brother.

A BARRETT 82A1 50BMG SEMIAUTO 29" with a one ten round magazine was a dangerous weapon in anyone's hands but the minute Seto put the scope to his eye Seth, Joey and Yugi learnt what Mokuba had known for years.

Kaiba Seto.

CEO and president of Kaiba Corporations.

World Champion Duellist.

Was a weapon.

The way he handled the gun in his long fingered hands not only worried them but left Joey very flushed and excited, Seth worried and Yugi terrified.

Each had different thoughts all centred on the one man.

He's so hot, look at him! Ohh, please! I want! A little voice in the back of Joeys head screamed and Joey had to concur, he wanted the man too.

Little brother…who are you? Seth asked watched as his little brother popped off another round.

Oh…please don't me, Yugi screamed in his mind as Yami whispered Aibou it's alright I doubt he'd let us into his home if he intended to kill us

9 pm

Running his hand along the now empty black, military issue sniper rifle Seto licked his lips as his stomach tightened in displease. It was hungry.

Checking the weapon one more time he put it away and locked the weapons cage, Mokuba, no matter how much he begged would never know how to use one until he was either over 18 or if things got desperate.

He didn't want his brother to turn out like he did and he needed Mokuba to stay the same, sweet `semi' innocent boy he was even if the kid had to lie to himself about his big brother. Even if it meant he, Seto had to play his part in his brothers fantasy. He didn't mind all that much, not really, he'd rather be `Kaiba Seto the best big brother who was a work acholic' than `Seto child prodigy and killer.'

And he wished he could have made it so Mokuba had never, EVER seen him in such a state as he had been a few weeks ago but he didn't even remember going to the mansion so…

“Seto?” Seth's voice came and Seto spoke without care his tone as dead as he was inside, “Seth, I thought you'd gone home, to the Muoto's anyway.”

“No, we stayed for diner, Mokuba said it was alright. You didn't join us,” the man said his voice calm though lined with displeasure.

“No I didn't, I wasn't hungry,” Seto answered turning to his twin who glared at him, those blue eyes so full of life burning him, making him regret, making him want to be Seth, even just for a day, even if it was just for his little Mokuba.

“Seto,” Seth growled marching over and pulling up the others shirt show the sunken in waistline which he tapped lightly as Seto tensed his whole body going rigged.

“Seto, you need to stop this! You delude your self if you think Mokuba doesn't notice and all you're doing is hurting yourself,” the man snapped glaring into those cold blue eyes and he demanded “Have you ever killed any one?”

Silence stretched out and neither noticed the small black haired teen by the door, “I don't see how that has to do with anything,” Seto said his tone telling Seth to drop it and even before seeing what he'd seen that day knew Seto was a man you didn't cross.

Not with out life insurance and a death wish but in a Joey like moment he stepped closer to his twin, too deep into the others personal space and said his voice low “Have you killed anyone?”

“Yes,” Seto said glaring “Does it make you feel better? Hmm? Knowing that while your hands are clean,” he said taking a hold of those clean hands “Mine are covered in blood?”

“Who?” Mokuba asked his voice trembling.

Twin sets of blue eyes so alike yet so so very different in that moment turned to him and he asked again “Who. Did. You. Kill?” each word torn from his throat.

“Like I said that is of no consequence,” Seto said coolly and Mokuba hugged himself “You're just like him. Just like Gozaburo. Seto, I don't know who you are any more,” he said with a sob before turning and running into the mansion.

“Good job Seth, a least I never told him,” Seto said shoving the older man away with a glare as Seth stared at him as if he were a monster.

“And don't touch me,” Seto said his voice burning with emotion, though he didn't seem to notice as he made his way into the mansion, following after his little brother.

Kaiba Mansion

“Yugi, please!” Mokuba said as tears ran down his face and Yugi swallowed, uncertain. If he took Mokuba in then Seto might get mad and come after them with the rifle.

“Yugi,” Seth's voice came from behind him, and he turned his eyes widening at the sight of Seth looking tired and forlorn as he stood in the door way.

“Please, Seto and Mokuba need some time apart,” he explained and Mokuba shook his head “No I need away from him! He's just like that guy and if he turns on me I'm dead meat!” he exclaimed.

“I think, its time you all left now,” Seto voice came, ringing clear and they turned to see him, staring down at them on the stairs wearing an all white suit much like the one Kaiba Noah had worn years ago, in the computer world.

“Seto,” Seth snapped and dead blue eyes moved to him and Seto spoke his voice clear and final, “Leave,” before turning and walking up the stairs not even looking once at the little brother he adored.

“What the hell happed to him?”