Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Nightmare ❯ Tale Of The Abused ( Chapter 20 )

(Sorry this took me so long. I have a lot written, cause I write a lot in school, but I have no time to type stuff up. It's gonna get worse, what with Christmas season getting here and me working in a toy store. I'm gonna try and get this chapter and one other out before Thanksgiving. After that, don't expect me to do much of anything else.)

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`I remember when Chichiue died he left us a note that only Seto and I ever read. It was only ever meant for us. It was an apology letter, for everything. It told us all his thoughts, all his dreams. It had both of us crying for a while. It was five pages long, and, even though we destroyed the letter, I know I'll never forget it. He also put some general information at the end for the take-over of Kaiba Corporation that we would have to perform. He left the key codes for the mansion's security locks and his bank account. He left everything in that one letter.

`There was another letter. It was left where anyone could find it, as an e-mail to all the company staff. It basically said that the people at Kaiba Corporation were to treat me as if I were him, and that his death was not to be a public thing. I didn't find out about the letter until Seto heard someone talking about it in the maintenance room in the basement and told me about it. I did a search and found it. He hadn't e-mailed the letter to my account, Seto's account, or his own account, and had set it to clean out his sent items folder in his account. He hadn't wanted Seto or me knowing that he'd set up the take-over to go more smoothly for us. I suppose it was his way of making all the other stuff we were dealing with less to bear, but Seto and I were so angry.

`Seto decided to start spreading rumors about Chichiue's death, about how I'd killed him. People believed Seto, cause he is my brother. It was our way of proving that Seto and I could handle ourselves, no matter what. And it was a test. It was a test, of our own making, to see if we could, even divided, surpass anything that the world decided to throw at us....'

~Kaiba Noa's Diary

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"Out." I order as the limo pulls up in front of the mansion. "We might as well eat here." I add, getting out of the limo myself. "It's free." I pause for a moment. "Well, for you it is. I'm paying for the food from the store." I smile lightly and lead them up to the entrance.

"Wow... This place is...." Jou gapes at the entryway as our butler closes the door behind us.

"Huge?" Yuugi supplies for Jou, laughing.

"Kaiba-sama, is there anything I may do for you or your friends?" The butler inquires, bowing respectfully. He's been working for our family since before my grandfather died. He's a very reliable man, so Seto and I generally trust him with more stuff than we trust a lot of the other servants with.

I nod seriously, ignoring the playful banter Yuugi and Jou are throwing back and forth, with side comments from my brothers. "Make sure Jounouchi and Yuugi-kun are settled in, and see to it that they are provided with food." I turn to the others, focusing on Mokuba. "Mokuba-chan, please go change." Mokuba makes a face at me, but nods and hops up the stairs. I glance at Jou and Yuugi, who have calmed down. "Follow the butler, and do behave." They nod and follow the butler as Seto and I head up the stairs together.

"Your doggy friend reminds me of you." Seto mumbles, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"I know, but I don't think I've quite gained his trust enough to ask such questions." I push our room's door open and walk in with Seto, closing the door behind us once we're past it.

"Sometimes such questions shouldn't require trust." Seto points out coldly.

"You know just as well as I do what a touchy subject child abuse is. I'd rather he tell me himself, of his own free will." I sigh, stepping up to one of our two dressers and opening it to find something to wear. Since both Seto and I wear the same size clothing, we have a dresser for school and work, and a dresser for fun and whatever else Seto sees fit to put in there. The `fun', or `slutty' if you ask me, dresser is mostly worn by Seto, and the school and work dresser is mostly mine, although he goes in there for his school clothing. My koi tends to wear inappropriate clothing to Kaiba Corporation.

"Well, I'm trying my way anyway. He has no reason to like me." Seto grumbles.

"As you wish." I sigh over the school and work wardrobe. "What should I wear?"

Seto rolls his eyes. "It's your day off. Dress like it." He slams the wardrobe shut and drags me over to the slutty wardrobe.

"Oh, no...." I moan as I watch him sorting through stuff. "Chichiue is going to turn over in his grave...."

"Ah, he could use losing a bit of weight."(A/N: *cackles*) Seto mumbles. He pulls out two pairs of tight leather pants and an aqua and a blue muscle shirt. He hands me a pair of pants and the aqua shirt. "Change."

"What about underwear, doesn't it look wrong?"

"You don't wear underwear, baka. You go commando."

"Commando?"

"Just put the shit on."

"Do I look like a slut to you?"

Seto turns to me with a smirk. His shirt and jacket are off, tossed into some corner of the room, leaving his chest and stomach bare. He slides up next to me and slides his hands down my sides and hips. I shiver. "You're my slut." He hisses, his hands sliding my jacket from my body. Then his nimble fingers work on ridding me of my shirt.

"We have...ahh...guests down....ooh....stairs..." I gasp as my shirt joins my jacket on the floor. It's untidy, but I don't care too much at this moment.

"So?" His hands start working on my pants. "They can keep themselves entertained for a while." He licks along a faint scar and I shiver again.

Our room door pops open and a black mop of hair peeks in, followed by a not-so-angelic face. "Stop playing games. I'm ready to go."

Seto glares at Mokuba. "Didn't I ever teach you to knock?"

"Actually, no." Mokuba grins. "Haiyaku." Then he leaves, closing the door behind himself.

Seto stalks over to the door and locks it, then he walks back over to me, running a hand over my chest and stomach. "I should let you take care of your little problem yourself, you know." His finger lightly brush the bulge in my half open pants.

"Seto..." I moan, letting my eyes slide shut.

His hands finish discarding my pants, then my boxers. Soft fingers slide up and down my cock and moan again. "You're lucky I'm hungry." His voice tickles my ear. Then he kneels in front of me. I brace myself as his hands take a hold of my hips, then his mouth engulfs me.

"Oh...Gods...." I moan. I fist Seto's hair as his tongue licks around me. One of his hands leaves my hips and slides down to cup my balls, leaving a trail of flaming skin. I lean back against the dresser that I'm standing before, sighing in appreciation.

He deep throats me suddenly, tearing a gasp from my lips before I can stop myself. He chuckles at the reaction. I clench my eyes shut and come into his mouth silently, determined to not let the others know what we're doing that's taking us so long.

Seto stands and draws me into a hug, kissing me lightly. I taste myself on his lips and sigh. "Yaro." I mumble as he pulls away.

He winks at me, grinning evilly. "Oh, you know you liked that."

I smile. "I never said I didn't."

He tosses a pair of pants at me. "Dress." Then he rids himself of his pants and underwear and slides into his leather pants easily. I feel myself start drooling just watching him, and force myself to turn around and put on the slut pants I'm to wear.

When I turn around, he's going through the wardrobe again, frowning. I hug him from behind lightly. "What's wrong, Seto?"

"I don't like the muscle shirt idea anymore. I'm trying to find something better to wear." He mumbles.

I hum, then walk over to the other wardrobe. "Idea...." I pull it open and sort through our button-up shirts.

"What are you thinking, Noa?" He leans against the dresser's side coolly.

I pull out an aqua and a blue shirt and toss him the blue one. "There. " I say, closing the wardrobe. "That should work for your slutty-ness."

Seto frowns at the shirt. "It's starched and pressed. How uncomfortable do you want me to be?"

I set the aqua shirt down and take his again. "Hopeless." I crumple it up into a ball, wrinkling like I know he prefers his shirts. Then I flap it out and hand it back to him.

Seto studies the shirt critically for a few seconds before putting it on and walking over to our full-length mirror to play with the buttons. He grins when he turns back to me, top three buttons unbuttoned. "This works!"

"Glad you're pleased, I think." I fix my own shirt so it's more comfortable. "But I'm not unbuttoning my shirt that much."

Seto pouts as I pull the shirt on. "But, Noa...." He whines.

I glare at him. "No." I button up my shirt, leaving the top button free.

He dives forward and unbuttons the next two top buttons, then grabs both of my hands and leads me back downstairs. "Seto...." I growl at his back on the way.

Jou whistles as we enter the living room where he, Yuugi, and Mokuba all sit with some glasses of soda and a plate of chips and dip. "You two look good." Jou complements, smiling.

"What took you so long?" Mokuba frowns. Something tells me he can guess.

"Seto looking for shirts. I swear, he's hopeless." I snort, tugging at the hold he has on my hands. I'm pretty sure he's stronger than me. "Seto, hanashite."

He looks at me. "The shirt stays as it is."

"Iie."

"Then I'm not letting go."

"I'd just deal with the shirt, Noa. It's not that bad." Yuugi grins.

I'm always conscious about my scars showing. I know Seto likes them, and Mokuba and Yuugi don't care all that much, but other people worry me. I've learned why Chichiue always used to wear as much clothing as he possibly could. It's nerve-racking to wear anything that might shift in just the right way to show what we'd once been through. "Still...." I mumble.

"What ya got to hide?" Jou inquires.

"What have you got to hide, mutt?" Seto shoots back.

Jou looks startled. "What do you mean?!" Yuugi and Mokuba look at Seto, confused.

"Seto..." I groan. "Stop being rude."

"No. I'm curious." Seto lets go of me so he can get closer to Jou's face. "Why don't you wanna go home and change? Afraid of something at home?"

Jou looks nervous. "I-I don't know what you're t-talking about."

"Yes, you do." Seto pokes Jou in the ribs none too lightly.

Jou flinches. I grab Seto's hands with a sigh. "Seto, let him alone." I order.

Seto glares at Jou, ignoring me. "Answer me, Jounouchi Katsuya." He says sharply.

I give in. "Jou, please. We're your friends."

"Are you?" Jou glares at us. "Are you really my friends, or are you just messing with my head?" In response, I pull off my shirt, showing my scars. Jou gapes at me. "Wh-where are all those from?!"

"Well, some of them are from me being a klutz with a fighting knife. But most of them," I meet his eyes calmly, despite how scared I am. "I got from Chichiue."

"From your own otousan?!" Jou looks shocked.

"Why are you surprised?" Seto asks, blue eyes icy. "You think you're the only one?"

Jou pales. I smack the back of Seto's head darkly. "You are the rudest person I know." I tell him, then sit next to Jou, who is sitting ridgedly, and set a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Jou? Talk to me."

Jou stands suddenly. "Thanks for having me over, but I really must be going now." He starts towards the doorway of the room.

"Jou!" Yuugi cries. "Jou, come back!"

Seto grabs Jou's arm before he can leave the room and flings him into the wall, then presses the blonde to the wall by his shoulders. "You're not leaving this house, Katsuya. You know why? I'll tell you why. You'd be blowing off some of the few friends you have by leaving, and I don't like it when people blow me off, especially in my own house."

Jou starts crying quietly. "Gomen..." He mumbles.

Seto wraps the boy in a hug, stance softening. "It's okay..."

I call Kaiba Corporation and tell Besy to reschedule the prototype. We can all go tomorrow.

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A/N: I told you all to expect more child abuse, did I not? Ah well. Noa-chan and Seto-chan should be able to help Jou. You'll see.

I'm learning how Noa-chan must feel lately. When I'm at work, some of the seasonals will ask me where stuff goes, cause I'm generally a senior worker over them. The thing is, it's strange to be telling people two and three times your age to do stuff and tell them where things should go. I think I would feel better if I were a bit older, or used to that atmosphere, but I've been so used to being the one needing help, or telling people what to do and being ignored, and, once or twice, teaching a seasonal my age how to do something.

Uhm, yeah....I'll shut up....

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REVIEW REPLIES:

JM, you can never wait for the next chappie!! Lol! So'k. The next chappie should be following this one shortly.

Depressed and noone cares, no, don't say that. Killing yourself ain't the answer. Trust me, I know. I got a fucked up home life too, fucked up school life as well. I'm suicidal, I admit it, and I used to cut myself, but death is not the answer. And, I'd miss you. I don't know you, but I'd still miss you. Life is shit, sadly. I wish I could help you more. Feel free to email me, noagirl@earthlink.net (my other email addys hate me). I'll be your friend.

Anon, brief, but oh-so-kind! *smiles* Thank you much!

~KK/NG

(And if my girlfriend sees me calling myself suicidal again, she'll chain me to my bed, I swear she will!! *sweatdrop*)