Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Never Okay ❯ Chapter Nine ( Chapter 9 )
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By: Kitsune Ryu-san 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.12.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 664 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.12.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 664 | Status: Work In Progress
Standard Disclaimers Appy.
Okey, I know I'm not supposed to directly respond to reviewers and whatnot, but I've gotta. You guys luff me, you won't tell on me right? Right-y-Right?
Afiong Bassey has been my most faithful reviewer for 'Never Okay'. They've sent feedback for every chapter, basically telling me to move my ass, cause I'm lazy. So, Afiong Bassey, this chapter is so yours.
And everyone else who has reviewed- Sank j00.
Oh, and in about three months, 'Never Okay' will be one year old. (ZOMFGHS) I need some ideas of what I should do for it's birthday.
After about another twenty minutes of an intense glaring match between my brother and Yami, we sat out good-byes and head towards the food-court for smoothies. I order raspberry, of course, and Seto gets a water. The two of us go sit at a table, facing each other. I smile at my brother, and he smiles right back at me. And suddenly, everything is completely perfect.
Until his cell phone goes off.
Seto's smile dissapears and he snatches his phone out of his pocket, flipping it open. "What is it?" he snarls.
He stares off into space for a moment before getting up. "Stay here, Mokie. I'll be right back."
Seto gets up and storms off, probably ready to fire half of Kaiba Corp, judging from his stance. I sigh and toy with the end of my braid, lost in my rather disturbing thoughts.
Little Black Voice- You know that he's going to be leaving to work in about two minutes, right?
Hope- Don't say things like that! Seto made a promise to us! He'll keep it.
Little Black Voice- He's always works, though. He'll always choose work over us. We just don't want to acknowledge that. We don't have the strength. That's why Seto hates us. We're weak.
Hope- You're just scared that he might love us back. You're scared cause he DOES love us.
Little Black Voice- He loves us, sure. But not enough. It'll never be enough.
Hope- Shut up! SHUT UP! You have no bussiness here, playing on our already damaged self confidence!
Little Black Voice- But it's what I do. We are self-destructive. We always have been. We always will be. Nothing can change that. Nothing.
Hope- . . .
Little Black Voice- See?
Hormones- We need to get laid.
Little Black Voice- . . .
Hormones- Now.
I slap myself in the forehead, giving a little growl of anger. I really shouldn't be talking to myself. It's not healthy.
"Oh... Mokuba, hellooo..."
I turn around quickly, instantly reconizing the voice of Kuros, the gothic equivelant to the school quarter-back. He has everything. Looks. Charm. Strength.
And guess who is his favorite punching bag?
"I never tagged you as one to play hookie, Twink."
I ignore him, and the group of junkie man-sluts around him. Seto'll be back soon, and everything will be okay. Right? The boy steps infront of me, leaning over the table to leer at me. Homophobic jerk.
"Well, you little fag, who're you here with? Your little faggy boyfriend?"
I stare down at my hands and shake my head. "I'm here alone. But I'm meeting a girl here. So I'd appretiate it if you left."
Kuros laughs. "Don't even try it. I saw you with some guy. Cheating on your one and only true love? That's low, babe. Really low."
I shake my head again. "Please, Kuros-kun, please just leave me alone. I can't do this today. Please?"
"Awww. Is poor ickle Mokuba having a bad day?"
"No," I snap harshly. "I'm having a good day. A very good day. Don't ruin this. Not today. Anytime but today."
Kuros reaches towards me and grabs my braid, yanking me closer to him.
"Did you just tell me what to do this, little bitch?"
I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head, fear making my insides cold. Kuros's breath is hot on my face, and I suddenly can't breathe as I feel him lean closer. Something warm and moist touches my cheek and I recoil. He's licking me. LICKING me.
"P-P-Please, Kuros-kun, please... L-Leave me alone..."
The other boy kisses my cheek and I slump further down in my chair, still not opening my eyes as tears cling to my eye lashes.
"Aw, don't cry, little Mokuba. That makes me awfully sad. Should I kiss you better?"
My eyes open quickly and I jump away, completely forgetting about the fact that Kuros has a vice-like grip on my hair. I don't care. He'd do anything to hurt me, and I'm not letting him have my first kiss. No. Not ever. I'm saving it for... Seto.
I cry out as my hair is pulled taut again, and Kuros's little whores close in. All I can do is wait for pain.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Seto grabs Kuros- the only one with his hands on me- and throws him to the ground, a deadly glare on his face. Kuros's eyes are wide, and he stumbles to get up.
"S-seto. . . Kaiba? Fuck."
Kuros's group high-tails it out of the food-court, leaving their leader behind. Seto grabs the front of my classmate's shirt, pinning him against the nearest wall, a look of pure rage written across his perfect features. "You ever- EVER- touch him again, I won't hesitate to maim you, got it?"
Kuros doesn't answer Seto, and my brother pulls back his fist, slamming a punch right in Kuros's jaw. Something I've wanted to do for years.
"Oh god!" Kuros whimpers out, his lips bloody. "I won't fuckin' touch him! Just lemme go!"
Seto drops him and he scurries off, holding his hand to his mouth. Seto turns back around, those cold blue eyes settling on me. I'm still in my chair, clutching the edge of the seat in a desperate attempt to ground myself, but it doesn't seem to help. Water hits my shirt and I realize that I'm still crying. I cringe and Seto is still staring at me. All I want now is for him to stop staring.
"Who was that?"
I cringe again. "No-one. He was no-one."
"That wasn't just no-one, Mokuba!"
I stand up, shaking my head. "I hate him! He's the reason everyone at school knows that I'm gay! He's made my life a living hell for the last five years! And... And he'll do anything to hurt me..." My voice becomes small. "He knows that I've never been kissed. He was going to kiss me because he knows that I want my first kiss to be special. And..."
I rub my hands over my eyes furiously, angry at myself for getting so emotional, and I feel Seto's hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry, Mokie. Please don't cry."
I shake my head. "I-I'm not crying. I'm not crying. I'm not. I-I-I..." I open my eyes and throw my arms around Seto's shoulder's, burying my face into his neck. "I'm sorry..." For being gay and falling in love with you and not appretiating the love that you already give me and wanting more. But, mostly, I'm sorry for burdening you like this...
And it's the sort of 'I'm sorry' that I mutter that Seto knows that he will never understand, but still tries. By the way his hands hesitantly strokes my back and how he whispers into my ear, I know that he's trying to understand.
And it makes me feel even worse.
TBC. Sorry about the little delay. I'm all sick and what-not. Ack. R&R, please! And sorry about the terrible-ness of this chapter. And that it's so short.
Okey, I know I'm not supposed to directly respond to reviewers and whatnot, but I've gotta. You guys luff me, you won't tell on me right? Right-y-Right?
Afiong Bassey has been my most faithful reviewer for 'Never Okay'. They've sent feedback for every chapter, basically telling me to move my ass, cause I'm lazy. So, Afiong Bassey, this chapter is so yours.
And everyone else who has reviewed- Sank j00.
Oh, and in about three months, 'Never Okay' will be one year old. (ZOMFGHS) I need some ideas of what I should do for it's birthday.
After about another twenty minutes of an intense glaring match between my brother and Yami, we sat out good-byes and head towards the food-court for smoothies. I order raspberry, of course, and Seto gets a water. The two of us go sit at a table, facing each other. I smile at my brother, and he smiles right back at me. And suddenly, everything is completely perfect.
Until his cell phone goes off.
Seto's smile dissapears and he snatches his phone out of his pocket, flipping it open. "What is it?" he snarls.
He stares off into space for a moment before getting up. "Stay here, Mokie. I'll be right back."
Seto gets up and storms off, probably ready to fire half of Kaiba Corp, judging from his stance. I sigh and toy with the end of my braid, lost in my rather disturbing thoughts.
Little Black Voice- You know that he's going to be leaving to work in about two minutes, right?
Hope- Don't say things like that! Seto made a promise to us! He'll keep it.
Little Black Voice- He's always works, though. He'll always choose work over us. We just don't want to acknowledge that. We don't have the strength. That's why Seto hates us. We're weak.
Hope- You're just scared that he might love us back. You're scared cause he DOES love us.
Little Black Voice- He loves us, sure. But not enough. It'll never be enough.
Hope- Shut up! SHUT UP! You have no bussiness here, playing on our already damaged self confidence!
Little Black Voice- But it's what I do. We are self-destructive. We always have been. We always will be. Nothing can change that. Nothing.
Hope- . . .
Little Black Voice- See?
Hormones- We need to get laid.
Little Black Voice- . . .
Hormones- Now.
I slap myself in the forehead, giving a little growl of anger. I really shouldn't be talking to myself. It's not healthy.
"Oh... Mokuba, hellooo..."
I turn around quickly, instantly reconizing the voice of Kuros, the gothic equivelant to the school quarter-back. He has everything. Looks. Charm. Strength.
And guess who is his favorite punching bag?
"I never tagged you as one to play hookie, Twink."
I ignore him, and the group of junkie man-sluts around him. Seto'll be back soon, and everything will be okay. Right? The boy steps infront of me, leaning over the table to leer at me. Homophobic jerk.
"Well, you little fag, who're you here with? Your little faggy boyfriend?"
I stare down at my hands and shake my head. "I'm here alone. But I'm meeting a girl here. So I'd appretiate it if you left."
Kuros laughs. "Don't even try it. I saw you with some guy. Cheating on your one and only true love? That's low, babe. Really low."
I shake my head again. "Please, Kuros-kun, please just leave me alone. I can't do this today. Please?"
"Awww. Is poor ickle Mokuba having a bad day?"
"No," I snap harshly. "I'm having a good day. A very good day. Don't ruin this. Not today. Anytime but today."
Kuros reaches towards me and grabs my braid, yanking me closer to him.
"Did you just tell me what to do this, little bitch?"
I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head, fear making my insides cold. Kuros's breath is hot on my face, and I suddenly can't breathe as I feel him lean closer. Something warm and moist touches my cheek and I recoil. He's licking me. LICKING me.
"P-P-Please, Kuros-kun, please... L-Leave me alone..."
The other boy kisses my cheek and I slump further down in my chair, still not opening my eyes as tears cling to my eye lashes.
"Aw, don't cry, little Mokuba. That makes me awfully sad. Should I kiss you better?"
My eyes open quickly and I jump away, completely forgetting about the fact that Kuros has a vice-like grip on my hair. I don't care. He'd do anything to hurt me, and I'm not letting him have my first kiss. No. Not ever. I'm saving it for... Seto.
I cry out as my hair is pulled taut again, and Kuros's little whores close in. All I can do is wait for pain.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Seto grabs Kuros- the only one with his hands on me- and throws him to the ground, a deadly glare on his face. Kuros's eyes are wide, and he stumbles to get up.
"S-seto. . . Kaiba? Fuck."
Kuros's group high-tails it out of the food-court, leaving their leader behind. Seto grabs the front of my classmate's shirt, pinning him against the nearest wall, a look of pure rage written across his perfect features. "You ever- EVER- touch him again, I won't hesitate to maim you, got it?"
Kuros doesn't answer Seto, and my brother pulls back his fist, slamming a punch right in Kuros's jaw. Something I've wanted to do for years.
"Oh god!" Kuros whimpers out, his lips bloody. "I won't fuckin' touch him! Just lemme go!"
Seto drops him and he scurries off, holding his hand to his mouth. Seto turns back around, those cold blue eyes settling on me. I'm still in my chair, clutching the edge of the seat in a desperate attempt to ground myself, but it doesn't seem to help. Water hits my shirt and I realize that I'm still crying. I cringe and Seto is still staring at me. All I want now is for him to stop staring.
"Who was that?"
I cringe again. "No-one. He was no-one."
"That wasn't just no-one, Mokuba!"
I stand up, shaking my head. "I hate him! He's the reason everyone at school knows that I'm gay! He's made my life a living hell for the last five years! And... And he'll do anything to hurt me..." My voice becomes small. "He knows that I've never been kissed. He was going to kiss me because he knows that I want my first kiss to be special. And..."
I rub my hands over my eyes furiously, angry at myself for getting so emotional, and I feel Seto's hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry, Mokie. Please don't cry."
I shake my head. "I-I'm not crying. I'm not crying. I'm not. I-I-I..." I open my eyes and throw my arms around Seto's shoulder's, burying my face into his neck. "I'm sorry..." For being gay and falling in love with you and not appretiating the love that you already give me and wanting more. But, mostly, I'm sorry for burdening you like this...
And it's the sort of 'I'm sorry' that I mutter that Seto knows that he will never understand, but still tries. By the way his hands hesitantly strokes my back and how he whispers into my ear, I know that he's trying to understand.
And it makes me feel even worse.
TBC. Sorry about the little delay. I'm all sick and what-not. Ack. R&R, please! And sorry about the terrible-ness of this chapter. And that it's so short.