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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yu-Gi-Oh!
  Relationship:
      Kaiba_Gozaburo/Kaiba_Seto, Kaiba_Seto/Original_Male_Character(s)
  Character:
      Kaiba_Seto, Kaiba_Mokuba, Kaiba_Gozaburo
  Additional Tags:
      Violence, Possessive_Behavior, Murder, Suicide_Attempt, Child_Abuse,
      Psychological_Torture
  Stats:
      Published: 2002-12-06 Chapters: 23/23 Words: 50411
****** Seto's Pain ******
by Katmon_(Batsutousai)
Summary
     What was life like for Kaiba Seto before he met Yuugi, Yami, & their
     friends? {This is kinda a prequel to almost all of my fics.}
Notes
     This whole fic has been combed through in an attempt to fix the
     millions of little errors littered through-out it. Some may have been
     missed, and I apologise for that. I tried?
     Not sure about when this fic was posted, since the only posting of it
     anymore isn't dated, so this date is an approximation.
     Also, I working on a re-write of this fic for my own amusement.
     Though I doubt anyone really cares. XD
***** Only the Beginning *****
Chapter Summary
     Kaiba Seto grew up in a kind household where everything was perfect.
     When his parents died, he was sent to an orphanage with his brother,
     Mokuba. Now that they've been adopted, Seto's life does a complete
     180.

Chapter_1:_Only_the_Beginning_
 
"Okay, bye Mokuba-chan!" Seto waved good-bye to his little brother as the boy
walked out to where a friend of his had their car waiting.
"Bye, oniisan!" Mokuba hopped into the car and the parent drove off.
Seto sighed and closed the door. "I hope he'll be okay. It's the first time
he's gone over to a friend's house, let alone to a sleep over," he mumbled to
himself.
"Get over here, boy!" Gozaburo suddenly shouted to Seto.
Seto hurried over. "Sir?" Eager to please his new father, and inexperienced in
the man's ways, the he didn't know any better.
Gozaburo smiled at the boy, then grabbed Seto's shirt front and brought the
boy's face to his own. "We need to toughen you up, Seto-kun."
"Please, Gozaburo-san, let me down. Whatever I did, I didn't mean it!" Seto
sobbed, terrified.
Gozaburo's face grew even colder. "You are a wimp, Seto-kun. If you're ever
going to run KaibaCorp, we'll need to toughen you up. A heart of stone is what
you need in this business. You have the heart of an eleven-year-old. We're
going to change that."
"But, I'm only eleven! Why should I change?!" Seto cried as Gozaburo started
down the hall.
"Because, if I don't start on you, I'll start on Mokuba-kun, and you don't want
that, now do you, little Seto-kun?" Seto shook his head vigorously. "Good. I'm
glad we agree."
Seto swallowed, hard. He knew Gozaburo had only adopted him for his brains. If
the man wanted a heart of stone, he had a long way to go. Seto was only eleven,
and there was a slim chance of him gaining that stone heart within the next ten
years, at least, that's how Seto saw it. ~What can he do to me?~ Seto asked
himself. ~I'm small and quick. If I want to get away, I'll get away. I'm not
stupid, and he knows this.~ He felt his confidence growing.
"Here we are." Gozaburo's door slammed shut behind them and he locked it. Then
the man put Seto down. "Now, Seto, why do you think I wanted you?" Gozaburo
asked, watching as the terrified boy glanced around at his surroundings.
"Because I'm smart," Seto mumbled.
Gozaburo smiled slightly. "Surely you don't think that's all, do you?"
"So you'd have someone who could run your company once you'd died?" Seto added.
Gozaburo's smile widened. "Ah, there's another good reason. Since it's obvious
that you'll never guess the last one, I'll tell you." He backed Seto into a
corner and stooped down to the boy's level. "You're cute." Then he kissed Seto
lightly on the lips.
Seto let out a strangled cry. ~No! No, no, no, no, no!!~ His mind went in
circles. ~Someone... Anyone! Help!!~
Gozaburo pulled back and watched Seto's emotions fly across his face. "You
don't like that, do you?" He asked lightly.
"N-no, s-s-sir..." Seto stammered.
Gozaburo's face turned ugly. "You will learn to like it, boy." He warned.
"No!" Seto cried, then tried to slip from the corner Gozaburo had backed him up
into.
Gozaburo sneered and punched Seto in the stomach. "Oh, yes you will. You will
either learn to like it, or you'll learn to deal with it." He hissed as Seto
doubled over in pain. "Am I understood?"
Seto spit in Gozaburo's face and made a dash for freedom. He ran to Gozaburo's
private phone. ~Gotta call the orphanage! They'll take me out of here! They'll
have Gozaburo arrested!~ He told himself. He picked up the phone, only to find
it dead. "Kami..."
Gozaburo chuckled from the corner, where he still stood. "You think I'm that
stupid, Seto? Don't be an idiot. And I'm telling you right now, if you tell
anyone what goes on in this room, your brother's life is forfeit."
Seto's eyes widened. ~Mokuba!~
"I see we have an understanding. Good. Get over here," Gozaburo ordered.
Seto ran to the room door. ~Please, let me out...~ he sobbed to himself,
jiggling the locked knob. Gozaburo jangled the keys in his hand. ~Kami, no...~
Seto fell to his knees, defeated, tears running down his face in streams.
"Heheh..." Gozaburo walked over to Seto. "You're even cuter when you're like
this. Your only problem is that no crime goes unpunished here, little one. You
spat in my face, tried to call for help, tried to escape, and defied me. You
know what I do to someone who does all that?"
"N-no..." Seto watched Gozaburo fearfully.
"I teach them not to do that anymore." Gozaburo's fist rammed into Seto's jaw,
causing the boy to cry out. Gozaburo pulled Seto up by his shirt front again
and pushed him against the wall. "No sound," he whispered before covering
Seto's mouth with his own. Then started punching Seto's stomach continuously.
Seto couldn't make a sound, so just clenched his eyes shut and let his tears
fall down his face.
When Gozaburo let go, Seto fell to his knees, since his legs sure wouldn't hold
him anytime soon. He glanced up at the man above him, breathing hard. ~Kami,
please, make it end. Just make it all end.~ He was tempted to curl up into a
ball, but the bruises on his stomach wouldn't let him, he knew.
Suddenly, Gozaburo grabbed Seto's hair and pulled him to his feet by use of his
hair. "Stand up, Seto," he ordered.
"I-I can't!" Seto cried.
"Only a weakling can't stand. Are you a weakling, Seto?" Gozaburo asked, not
letting go of Seto's hair.
"N-no, sir..." Seto whispered.
"Then stand!" Gozaburo hissed angrily, shaking Seto's hair roughly.
Seto let out a cry as his hair was pulled from his head. He desperately tried
to stand on his own two feet, but he was shaking too much. ~Hold! You have to
hold! He'll let go if you hold!~ he cried at his jelly-like legs.
Gozaburo was disgusted. He tossed Seto onto his bed. Seto tried to get up.
"Stay there," Gozaburo ordered. Seto let himself fall back on the bed. Gozaburo
came to stand over him. "You disgust me, Seto. I was being easy on you, since I
realize you've been pampered your whole life, but apparently this pampering has
made you weaker than I'd thought." He pulled off Seto's sweater, then
unbuttoned the boy's long sleeved yellow shirt. He ran a cold hand over Seto's
stomach and chest, making Seto shiver.
~I'm tempted to say that this is nice, but I have this sinking feeling that
this won't last for long,~ Seto thought. Suddenly, Gozaburo's fist jammed into
the already-forming bruise on Seto's abdomen. Seto let out a cry. ~Kami!~
"I can make you beg for mercy very easily. Do you want me to let you go?" Seto
nodded. "Are you going to keep your mouth shut?" Seto nodded again. Gozaburo
pulled away and went to unlock the door.
Seto forced himself to sit up and pull his shirt back closed. His fingers were
shaking too much for him to button it, but he didn't care. He just wanted out.
He grabbed his sweater and moved as quickly as he could to where Gozaburo held
the door open. Gozaburo's hand on his shoulder forced Seto to stop. ~What
now?!~
"Seto. You'll come back here when I call. You'll come without a struggle or
sound. You'll come without any complaint. Am I understood?" Gozaburo warned.
"Yes, sir," Seto mumbled. Gozaburo nodded and let go. Seto fled from the man as
quickly as he could. ~Kami...~
-
~~A/N: Uhm, this fic has been bothering me for the longest time, now. For
almost all my fics, this will be Seto's past. Has anyone else written anything
else like this? Am I the first? R+R!! Also, do you think I should do a lemon? I
want to, but it won't be for another chapter or so if I do. I have to have Seto
properly terrified first... *looks at unconscious Seto* Oh, dear... *runs over
to Seto to try and revive him*
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Ou! I love Kaiba Seto. He's my favorite
character. I'm only writing this because his adoptive father was cruel to him,
and I hint on this in almost all my fics. I felt the need to explain my
reasoning. Please, don't flame me. If you do, I shall only use those flames to
light my candles and oil lamps. I like burning things, possibly even Seto...
Hum... Candle wax...
Seto: Please, don't flame her!
Seiji: Hehehe... This is gonna be great!
Seto: You did this on purpose.
Seiji: Of course. I'm allowed to be jealous.
KJ: O.o
Seiji: You're supposed to have a crush on me, not that moron!
KJ: Uhm...
Seto: You have Ling, you ass!
Seiji: I was here first!
Seto: You're just a figment of KJ-sama's imagination!
KJ: Boys...
Seiji: And you're just a cartoon character!
Seto: KJ-sama never paired me with anyone.
Seiji: You've now been paired with Gozaburo!
Seto: I killed him.
Seiji: Aw, damnit! *stomps away*
KJ: I'm confused now...
Seto: That's okay. *huggles KJ*
KJ: *is in heaven* ^_^
-
Ja!
KJ
***** Hot Wax *****
Chapter Summary
     Never allow a madman anywhere near a burning candle and yourself at
     the same time... What awaits poor little Seto now, and next?
Chapter_2:_Hot_Wax
 
"Seto!" Gozaburo shouted from out in the hall. Seto had been saying good night
to his brother.
Seto groaned mentally and quietly walked out into the hall. "Shhh. I just got
Mokuba to go to sleep," he grumbled quietly.
"My room. Now," Gozaburo growled before moving down the hall.
Seto froze. So, the day had finally come. Gozaburo wished to beat him up again,
and his old bruises were finally fading. Most of them were gone, even. Seto
glanced in Mokuba's room at the sleeping boy. "Sleep well, otouto-chan," he
whispered before hanging his head and walking down to Gozaburo's room.
When he got there, he was surprised to find the room lit only by a couple dozen
candles. ~If he's hoping this will relax me, he's wrong,~ Seto thought, walking
into the room.
The door fell shut behind him, and he could hear Gozaburo locking the door.
Next thing he knew, a pair of arms had wrapped around his shoulders. Seto felt
himself tense. "Why so tense, my boy?" Gozaburo asked softly. "Afraid I'm going
to hurt you?"
"Y-yes..." Seto stumbled over his words. After what had happened to him last
time, he was surprised that his legs were still holding him upright.
Gozaburo forced Seto to look at him. "Good. I am."
Seto's legs gave way beneath him. ~No!~ He fell to his knees, ignoring the pain
it caused him. ~I need to get back up!~ he shouted at himself.
Gozaburo narrowed his eyes, then grabbed some of Seto's hair and pulled him to
his feet. "Let me guess, you can't stand again," he said dryly. The look of
pure terror in Seto's eyes gave him his answer. "You're lucky. I don't need you
standing today." He pointed at the bed. "Get over there," he ordered, letting
go of Seto's head to go get something.
Seto managed to catch himself this time and made it to the bed with few
problems. He breathed a quiet sigh when he sat on the bed. ~Jeeze! My head
hurts, again! I wonder how much hair he managed to pull out this time!~ Seto
complained to himself.
"Lay down," Gozaburo ordered. Seto did as he was told. Gozaburo smiled and
pulled out a couple pieces of string and two pairs of handcuffs. "Put your
hands over your head," he ordered. Seto was too terrified to disobey. He'd
heard stories at the orphanage, but he was too scared to run, not to mention
the fact that Gozaburo had locked the door again. Seto wanted to scream, but he
knew that that sort of action would only make this worse. "You're being very
good, Seto," Gozaburo purred in the boy's ear once he'd finished handcuffing
Seto to the headboard of the bed. He tied Seto's feet to the end of the bed
next.
~Kami, what did I ever do to deserve this?~ Seto asked. ~And how can I get out
of this?~
"I like it when you're good, Seto," Gozaburo purred coming over to sit on the
bed next to Seto. He slowly unbuttoned Seto's pyjama shirt. Then he ran his
hand over Seto's skin. "I was wrong to call you cute. You are beautiful." Then
he leaned over and captured Seto's mouth in his own.
Seto closed his eyes, an attempt to hold back his tears. ~I didn't want this. I
only wanted a home where Mokuba and I could live together happily! Papa...
Haha...~ He felt the tears start.
Gozaburo wiped some of the boy's tears away. "We'll teach you not to cry,
little one. We'll make you strong," the man whispered before moving away. Seto
opened his eyes in time to see Gozaburo bring a cloth to his mouth. "Open your
mouth, Seto," he ordered. Seto did as he was told and Gozaburo placed the cloth
in his mouth, moving quickly to tie it behind Seto's head.
~What's he doing?! Making sure I can't make a sound?~ Seto asked himself.
Gozaburo picked up a candle. "This may hurt, so I've made sure you can scream
all you want. No one will hear you." Then he tipped the candle over Seto's
chest. Hot wax fell down onto the boy's chest. Seto screamed into the cloth.
His tears fled down his cheeks in streams.
~Kami... Kami, but, that HURTS!~ Seto shouted to himself, closing his eyes.
~Stop! Stop it!~ He screamed at Gozaburo in his mind as the man picked a new
spot to drip the wax on. Another scream of pain ripped its way through his
throat, and Seto had no way to hold it in, nor any way to make it heard.
Gozaburo had made sure of the last part.
Gozaburo was grinning widely, crazily, even. He was loving every moment of
this. Causing others pain was a favorite past time of his, no matter who the
person was, no matter how much he cared for the person. Oh, he really did love
Seto, don't get me wrong, but he had the oddest ways of showing his love. "Poor
Seto..." he mumbled, placing the candle back on the table next to him. "Did
that hurt?" His voice was soft, caring. Seto nodded, his eyes still squeezed
shut. "Do you wish me to stop?" Seto nodded again.
If only Seto had seen the knife on the table, next to the candle. He might not
have been so quick to agree...
-
~~A/N: CLIFFY!!!!! I LOVE my cliffhangers!!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Ou! I love Kaiba Seto. He's my favorite
character. I'm only writing this because his adoptive father was cruel to him,
and I hint on this in almost all my fics. I felt the need to explain my
reasoning. Please, don't flame me. If you do, I shall only use those flames to
light my candles and oil lamps. I like burning things, even Seto, as you can
all very well see... *evil laughter*
Seto: Why'd you stop there?
KJ: I decided that one torture device at a time was enough.
Seto: You have a sick mind.
KJ: Watch it! Your innocence hangs in the balance!
Seto: You already said you were doing a fucking lemon!!!
KJ: Watch your language. There are virgin ears out there...
Seto: Anyone with virgin ears wouldn't have gotten this far!!!
Seiji: Question. Seto-baka, do you have scars from this little lesson?
Seto: This is ALL your fault!
Seiji: True. Now, answer my question.
Seto: That's private information. *turns away*
*KJ & Seiji nod to each other, then tackle Seto*
KJ: Take his shirt off!!
-
Ja!
KJ
***** Knife Madness *****
Chapter Summary
     Oh, dear, now that ass has a knife... What will poor Seto do?
     Wait a minute, Gozaburo's father did this to him?!?!
Chapter_3:_Knife_Madness
 
Gozaburo leaned over and kissed Seto's lips gently, ignoring the cloth that
kept the boy from crying out. Seto stiffened at first, but, slowly, warmed to
the alien touch. ~Now, if he'll only let me go...~ Seto thought, finally
allowing himself to enjoy what Gozaburo was doing to him.
Seto didn't notice the glint of cold steel in Gozaburo's hand. If he had, he'd
have been panicking. After all the man had put him through already, one would
have thought that Seto would have been resisting to everything Gozaburo did.
Gozaburo pulled lightly away. "Little angelic one..." he mumbled, running a
hand over Seto's now-scarred chest. Seto shivered, leaving his eyes closed.
"Time for pain..." Gozaburo hissed before running the blade in his hand across
Seto's chest.
Seto let out a piercing scream, barely muffled by the cloth over his mouth.
~Kami!! What has he got this time?! A bloody knife?!~ He opened his eyes
painfully to see. ~That's it, I absolutely hate being right!~ he decided,
fighting his bonds.
Gozaburo took his eyes from the blood now on Seto's chest to look up at the
boy's face when he heard the handcuffs rattling. The boy's eyes were open and
looking at him with complete hatred. If Gozaburo had glanced up at Seto's
hands, he'd have seen that one of Seto's hands were almost free. Instead, he
watched Seto's face. "You little brat! Never look at me that way!" He jabbed
the knife into Seto's side.
Seto screamed again. His hands stopped moving above his head and he slammed his
eyes shut, closing them tightly. His side burned. His chest burned. His wrist
burned where he'd scraped some skin off from trying to free his one hand. His
ankles hurt from the strain against the ropes. His mouth was dry from having
the cloth in it. ~I have to get out of here! I have to take Mokuba with me...
At least get Mokuba out of here... I have to get Mokuba out of here!~ Seto's
eyes flew open again. He met Gozaburo's eyes as he continued trying to free his
wrist.
"Bastard..." Gozaburo hissed, then placed his hand over Seto's neck and push
the boy against the bed, strangling him. "What did I tell you about looking at
me that way? I'll make you live in hell, Seto."
Seto's hand came free. ~The knife!~ Gozaburo held the knife in a limp hand, all
his attention on Seto's eyes and throat. Seto's hand flew out and knocked the
knife from Gozaburo's hand. The knife went skidding across the floor. ~Now, go
get it, you moron,~ he thought at Gozaburo.
Gozaburo turned around, watched the knife slam against the wall, then come to a
stop. He looked back at Seto, his hand having freed Seto’s throat when he
turned. "You know what, that was clever. I'll give you that. If I was stupid,
I'd go after that and you could use that time to free your other hand."
Gozaburo grabbed Seto's sore wrist, making Seto cry out into the cloth. "I'm
not stupid, Seto. Never forget that. I am not as stupid as you seem to think I
am." He pulled the cloth from Seto's mouth. "Well? You obviously have something
to say."
"Let me go," Seto hissed. "Just let me go."
Gozaburo grinned. "Oh, are you tired of me hurting you?"
"Yes."
"At least you're honest," Gozaburo pointed out before squeezing Seto's wrist
with the hand that held it and placing his free hand over Seto's mouth.
Seto cried out, but Gozaburo's hand muffled the sound. ~Bite him!~ his mind
told his mouth. Seto bit Gozaburo.
Gozaburo let out a hiss and slapped Seto across the face. "No biting." He
placed the cloth back in Seto's mouth. "I was going to free you, too. Oh well."
He punched the spot that he'd jabbed the knife into Seto's side.
Seto screamed. His throat was starting to hurt now too. He closed his eyes, an
attempt to keep from glaring at Gozaburo and receiving another painful blow.
~Mokuba...~ he thought before he passed out.
~~^**^~~
When Seto woke up, he was in his room, in his own bed. The birds were chirping
outside and the sun was trying to get through his drapes. Gozaburo stood in his
doorway. "So, you're finally up," he growled.
Seto glanced over at the clock. 11:00 it told him in bright red numbers. He
shifted and bit his lip to fight a scream. ~Damn, but my side hurts!~
Gozaburo walked over. "I treated your wounds last night. They'll hurt for a
while, and you'll probably have scars, but you'll live. Now, get up."
"Where's my brother?" Seto asked darkly, not moving.
"Downstairs, wondering why the hell you aren't up yet." Gozaburo's voice was
cold. "Get up, Seto."
"Why?" Seto asked angrily. "Why should I follow what you say?"
"You little–" Gozaburo started.
"Oniisan?" Mokuba poked his head in the door. "Are you awake?"
Seto groaned and forced himself to sit up. "I am now," he mumbled. At least
Gozaburo had put a shirt on him too.
"Yeah!" Mokuba ran over and rammed into Seto, hugging him.
Seto had to grit his teeth to keep from screaming. Gozaburo, noticing this,
grinned and picked Mokuba up. "Mokuba, let's move out so Seto can get dressed."
"But I always stay in here while oniisan gets dressed!!" Mokuba whined.
"Oniisan doesn't mind!" He looked at Seto sadly, hoping for his brother's
support.
Seto shook his head. "Not today, Mokuba-chan. Go downstairs with Otousan
Gozaburo. I'll be down soon." He closed his eyes against the pain in his
abdomen where Mokuba had, unknowingly, reopened one of his wounds.
Mokuba started crying as Gozaburo walked out. The man paused at the door to
look at Seto one last time. He frowned where he noticed the tears Seto was
trying desperately to hide from his little brother. Gozaburo put Mokuba down.
"Hey, Mokuba, why don't you go downstairs and tell chef to make Seto his
favorite breakfast? I'd do it, but I don't know what it is. When chef is done,
I'll bet Seto'll be glad for a little room service," Gozaburo suggested.
"But, what if he comes downstairs before chef is done?" Mokuba asked sadly.
"I'll make sure he stays up here," Gozaburo promised.
Mokuba smiled widely, warming to the idea easily. "Okay! Arigatou, Otousan
Gozaburo!!" He fled down the stairs.
Gozaburo turned and walked back into Seto's room. Seto still sat on his bed,
crying softly to himself. Gozaburo closed the door behind him softly, leaving
it unlocked. Then he walked over to the edge of Seto's bed and sat down. "Seto,
don't cry..." he mumbled, reaching out to brush away one of the boy's tears.
Seto's hand flew out to smack his hand away, his eyes opening. "Don't touch
me," he hissed.
Gozaburo drew his hand back. "Mokuba's getting you breakfast. I need to check
your wounds."
"Why?" Seto asked, not trusting the man.
"You're hurt, and Mokuba didn't know. He rammed into you a little hard. I'm
afraid he may have opened something," Gozaburo said calmly.
"You didn't tell Mokuba?" Seto asked, surprised.
Gozaburo rolled his eyes. "You think I'm telling your little brother I'm
beating you up? You can come up with your own reason as to how you got hurt.
Tell him you got in a fight with a bully and you don't want me to know, or
something." He narrowed his eyes. "You tell him it's my fault, I'll make sure
he can't tell anyone else."
Seto swallowed. "You wouldn't kill him, would you?" he asked sadly.
"Take off your shirt," Gozaburo ordered.
"You would..." Seto sighed and did as he was told. He had to bite back another
cry as he stretched his hands above his head and stopped moving.
"Button-up shirts for you, Seto," Gozaburo growled, standing to pull the shirt
off Seto. He then leaned down and inspected the places he knew the wounds were.
He sighed when he saw the slight bit of red soaking through, telling him that
something had, indeed, opened. "I'll be right back," he told the boy, then
walked from the room to where he kept the first aid kit.
Seto glanced down at where the cut on his chest was and sighed. "Damnit." He
stood from his bed and walked over to where he kept his clothing. He and Mokuba
had gotten a lot of new stuff since they'd moved in with Gozaburo, so Seto had
plenty of things to wear. His only problem was that he didn't have enough
button-up shirts to last him a week. "At least he's making sure I get better
each time," Seto thought aloud, his mind traveling back to his tormentor. "I
just don't understand! He says he loves me, then he goes and hurts me! Next
thing I know, he's caring for me, making sure I'm not hurt, bandaging my
wounds, giving me excuses for Mokuba... I'm so confused..." Seto leaned his
head against the wall next to his dresser and started crying.
Gozaburo stood in the doorway, watching Seto silently. He'd heard every word.
'Don't touch me,' Seto had told him. 'Why should I follow what you say?'
Gozaburo shook his head. "When I was your age, my father did to me what I am
doing to you." Seto's eyes widened, but he didn't look at the other. "At first,
I hated him for it. I despised him, but he was my father, and the only real
family I had. He used that against me, just as I use Mokuba against you."
"Then why?" Seto asked suddenly. "If you know what it's like to be in my
position, why are you doing this? Why are you hurting me?" He looked up, his
eyes red and swollen from his crying.
Gozaburo sighed and closed the door. "Come here." Seto walked over to him and
let him start on the bandaging. "I do this because I know this is the best
training for the real world. How do you plan to run Kaiba Corp? Cry every time
something doesn't go the way you want it to?"
"I'm eleven," Seto growled. "Of course I'd cry now."
"I'm teaching you to never cry, no matter your age. I took charge of Kaiba Corp
when I was nineteen. My father died from a heart problem he'd been having two
years later, leaving me alone to run Kaiba Corp, without his help, at twenty-
one. Even at nineteen, you cry when things don't turn out right. I cried as my
father died, then I cried at his funeral. I haven't shed a tear since. I know
people twice my age who will still cry over the slightest thing, because they
were spoiled rotten as kids, never punished once. It makes me sick. I refuse to
leave Kaiba Corp to a crybaby."
"I'm not spoiled. I've lived over half my life in an orphanage, where we only
got what we needed," Seto pointed out.
"You're spoiled, Seto. You've never been forced to do anything against your
will. If you didn't want a bath, you didn't have to take a bath. If you wanted
to be left alone, you were left alone. If you didn't want to go with that
family, you didn't go with that family. If you wanted to go down the street and
stare at a book in a bookstore window, you went down the street and stared at
that book. Even better, you could go in the store and just sit in a corner,
reading it, for hours on end, because your parents weren't there to tell you to
move."
"That doesn't make me spoiled," Seto countered.
"Close enough," Gozaburo growled. He nodded. "All done." He picked up the first
aid kit and moved back towards the door.
"Gozaburo," Seto said suddenly.
Gozaburo looked back at the boy, his hand on the doorknob. "What is it?"
"I don't have enough button-up shirts to get me through a week," Seto grumbled.
"So, wear a dirty one every once in a while." Gozaburo shrugged.
"But..."
"See what I mean? You're spoiled." Gozaburo shook his head at the tears
threatening to spill from Seto's eyes. "We'll go out later today. Get dressed
and stay in here. When Mokuba comes in, act surprised." Then he left.
Seto shivered. ~Now I'm even more confused!~ he thought to himself, then
hurried to change, before Mokuba came in.
-
~~A/N: Spooky, neh?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Ou! I love Kaiba Seto. He's my favorite
character. I'm only writing this because his adoptive father was cruel to him,
and I hint on this in almost all my fics. I felt the need to explain my
reasoning. Please, don't flame me. If you do, I shall only use those flames to
light my candles and oil lamps. I like burning things, even Seto... *evil
laughter*
Seto: I think I'm gonna faint...
Seiji: Why?
Seto: Where do you come up with these ideas?! He went through the same thing,
yet he doesn't care?!
KJ: He cares. He just wants to help make you into a better man!
*Seiji nods*
Seto: That makes absolutely no sense!
Seiji: It does to us...
Gozaburo: Me too.
Seto: YAAAAAAAHHHH!!!
Gozaburo: Why are you screaming, Seto? Did you miss me? I'll forgive you for
pushing me out that window if you'll come here and give me a hug!
Seto: *runs and hides behind KJ* Save me...
KJ: So, you're Gozaburo, huh?
Gozaburo: Yes.
KJ: Nice to meet you. I'm KJ.
Gozaburo: KJ?
KJ: *evil smile* Kaiba Junshin.
Gozaburo: You mean, you and Seto got together?
KJ: Yup!
Gozaburo: Damn...
Seto: Arigatou, KJ-chan...
KJ: *huggles Seto* Anything for my little Seto-chan!
Seiji: Little? KJ-baka, you're shorter than Seto-baka... *looks at Gozaburo* By
the way, I'm Seiji. I'm the muse that is helping KJ-san write this story.
Gozaburo: Do you like KJ?
Seiji: Yes... Why?
Gozaburo: What do you say to taking KJ while I take Seto?
Seiji: Deal! Oh, KJ-chan!!
*KJ & Seto look at each other*
Seto: Oh, shit...
KJ: BLUEY!!!
-
Ja!
KJ
***** Mokuba *****
Chapter Summary
     So, Mokuba's bringin' Seto breakfast, then they're all going
     shopping!
     Mokuba can't quite figure out what's wrong with his oniisan, but he
     sure as hell plans on finding out!
Chapter_4:_Mokuba
 
"Oniisan! I can't open your door!" Mokuba called from the hallway outside
Seto's room.
Seto sighed and pulled the door open. "What is it, Mokuba?" he asked in a tired
voice. He was tired, too. He hadn't wanted to get up that morning. Of course,
after all that Gozaburo had done the night before...
"I got you breakfast!" Mokuba said cheerfully. Seto was rarely a pile of
happiness in the mornings, Mokuba had found a while ago. Mokuba liked the
mornings, and had quickly learned to ignore his brother's dark looks.
Seto suddenly realized he was hungry and felt his face break into a smile. This
was his little brother, who really did care about him. ~I can't hold the fact
that that asshole is using Mokuba against me against my brother. He wouldn't
understand, and I could never do that to him... I promised to protect him,
didn't I? Wouldn't shunning him be like going against my word?~ Seto ruffled
Mokuba's hair and stepped back to let his brother in. "Thanks, otouto-chan! I
just realized how hungry I was."
Mokuba followed Seto over to the bed, then they both sat down and Mokuba handed
Seto the tray he'd gotten from the kitchen. Seto quickly started eating. Mokuba
had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing at how his brother was eating.
"Seto, you'll get sick if you eat that fast!" he suddenly warned before he
burst out laughing.
Seto made a face. "At least you told me why you're laughing," he pointed out
darkly, which caused Mokuba to laugh even more. Seto grinned. "You're a pain,
Mokuba," he told his brother, waving his fork in Mokuba's face.
Mokuba frowned. This wasn't like his brother at all. Normally, Seto would have
laughed too. Mokuba thought back to earlier that morning. "Hey, oniisan?"
"Huh?" Seto looked at his brother, speaking around a mouthful of food.
"Why'd you want me out of your room this morning?" Mokuba asked sadly.
Seto choked on what was in his mouth. He swallowed quickly and sipped from some
water he had sitting by his bed, for Kami only knew what reason. Gozaburo had
probably placed it there last night, but Seto didn't care. When he could speak
again, his blue eyes met the darker blue eyes of his brother. "I was afraid you
were going ask that," he mumbled before looking away. He hated lying,
especially to his brother, but he didn't want to lose Mokuba because he'd been
careless. "I kinda got into a fight at school yesterday, and I didn't want
Gozaburo hanging around to find out when I took off my shirt," he mumbled to
his food.
Mokuba's eyes widened, realizing what his brother had just said. He remembered
the look of pain in Seto's eyes when Mokuba had hugged him that morning. "Oh,
Kami, I'm sorry! I hurt you, didn't I? This morning?" He bit his lip.
Seto sighed and hugged his brother around the shoulders gently. "Doesn't
matter. You didn't know."
Mokuba's eyes widened when he saw the bandaging on Seto's wrist, something Seto
had been trying to hide. "Seto, your wrist..." he mumbled.
Seto glanced at it and made an annoyed face. "Aw, shit," he growled before
doing battle with his sleeves again. ~Damn him! My shirt sleeve is too short!
That's yet another shirt I have to replace, cause I keep growing! Argh!!~ He
groaned and stood. "I need to change my shirt," he grumbled.
"Why?" Mokuba asked innocently as Seto argued with the buttons on the front of
his shirt.
"If the sleeve can't cover my wrist from you, what do you think Gozaburo'll be
sure to notice?" he asked his brother darkly as his fingers shook. ~Why aren't
my fingers working!~ he cried to himself. He bit his lip and kept his face
turned from Mokuba, so his brother couldn't tell how scared he was.
Mokuba, though, was persistent. He walked over and looked up at his brother.
"Seto, what is it?" he asked sadly. He hated seeing his brother cry, and that
was exactly what Seto was doing then, crying.
"I-I can't un-unbutton this stupid s-shirt..." Seto stumbled. He bit his lip
again and returned to his bed, then placed his elbows on his knees and his face
in his hands. "Kami, I'm so weak..." he mumbled to his hands. ~Why did that
bastard have to be so fucking right?!~ Seto shouted to himself.
Seto looked up, startled, when Mokuba hugged him gently. "Please don't cry,
oniisan," Mokuba asked softly. "I hate it when you cry."
"What's wrong this time?" Gozaburo asked sharply from the door. Mokuba felt
Seto tense.
"Nothing," Mokuba replied darkly. "Oniisan wasn't feeling well. Nothing to
worry about."
Gozaburo narrowed his eyes at the two on the bed. Seto looked up and met his
eyes sadly. Something in the boy's eyes told Gozaburo that Mokuba was telling
the truth, at least as much of the truth as they wanted it to be. "Watch your
tone, Mokuba," Gozaburo warned. "I really don't like it." He turned. "And,
Seto, don't forget, we're going out to get you some more shirts later. Stop
crying and grow up." He left.
~Kami...~ Seto closed his eyes thankfully. Gozaburo had left them with no more
than a sharp word each. A small price to pay, for what they got around having
done to them. He shivered slightly at the thought.
"What's wrong?" Mokuba asked.
"Nothing." Seto shook his head, then glanced back down at his shirt. "Thanks,
for covering for me."
"That's what brothers are for!" Mokuba said with a grin. "Do you need help with
your shirt?" he asked softly. Seto silently argued with a couple buttons again
before nodding. Mokuba leaned over and, together, they unbuttoned Seto's shirt.
Mokuba gasped when he saw the bandaging. "Who bandaged it for you?" he asked,
knowing how well Seto could bandage things.
"School nurse," Seto mumbled, walking over to his dresser. ~I should go grab a
few painkillers, but I have a feeling Gozaburo moved them. He doesn't want to
make this easy on me.~ He pulled out a button-up shirt that he knew was still
slightly big on him and put it on. He had no problem buttoning the shirt up.
~Wonder why that is? I can button it, but not unbutton it...~ Seto sighed.
Mokuba hugged his brother from behind, being careful to place his hands where
there wasn't any bandaging. "I'm really sorry, about earlier," Mokuba mumbled.
Seto turned around and hugged his brother tightly. "Forget it. It doesn't
matter."
Mokuba frowned at his older brother's words, but said nothing more.
~~^**^~~
"Do I have to try them on?" Seto complained. "I know they'll fit me!"
Gozaburo glared at the boy, but Seto stood his ground. He absolutely was not
trying on his new shirts in the store. Mokuba's face mirrored Seto's. Gozaburo
knew how close the two were. Mokuba would help his brother get what he wanted,
no matter what the cost. Seto knew the cost of defying Gozaburo, he'd done so
once already, but he knew that whatever the man had to say about his defiance
would be taken out privately, and on him alone. If Seto planned on taking the
punishment for both him and Mokuba, Gozaburo wasn't going to stand in his way.
"Fine. Mokuba, you want to pick a line?" he asked the boy lightly.
Mokuba ran ahead to find the shortest line, something he loved doing. Seto
shivered. He was alone with Gozaburo. "What?" he asked, his throat dry.
"You know what, Seto. I told you, never defy me," Gozaburo growled.
"I can't unbutton my shirt without help. What was I supposed to do, eh?" Seto
returned, his eyes flashing.
Gozaburo narrowed his eyes. "You must like pain."
"I wouldn't have to worry about it if you left the painkillers in the closet,"
Seto returned.
Gozaburo grinned. "Deal." He turned to walk towards Mokuba, who had found a
line. "And I need to talk to you tonight."
Seto's eyes widened and he started shaking. ~Kami...~ he thought.
Gozaburo, sensing something was wrong, glanced back. "Seto," he growled. "Now."
Seto clutched his belongings to his chest and fled down to his brother. He
ignored the pain that the running caused him. Mokuba frowned at the sweat
beading on Seto's face. Something was wrong with his big brother, but he didn't
know what, and now Gozaburo was coming up to them, so he couldn't ask. Mokuba
suddenly realized that his brother was keeping himself between Gozaburo and
Mokuba, as if protecting the younger boy from something. It slowly dawned on
Mokuba that Seto had been doing this all day. Any time Gozaburo was around, he
had done everything in his power to keep Gozaburo as far away from Mokuba as he
could manage.
Something was wrong, and that was all Mokuba could figure out.
-
~~A/N: Mokuba's not so stupid as he looks. I hate the way they portray him in
the show. In one episode he can seem smart for his age, but then, in a
different episode, he can seem really stupid for his age. It's obvious that
Mokuba would know when there was something wrong with his big brother, because
he's known his big brother his whole life. Everything a sibling does, another
sibling will pick up on and, when the first sibling changes the way they do
that one thing, even just a little, the second sibling will know and pick up on
it. I should know. I have four siblings, all younger than me. One, my sister, I
know the best, and I can almost always tell when to leave her alone, or when
something has got her upset. My other siblings, all step-siblings, I can't tell
as quickly, but I can usually pick up on it. It comes with the territory.
*winks*
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Ou! I love Kaiba Seto. He's my favorite
character. I'm only writing this because his adoptive father was cruel to him,
and I hint on this in almost all my fics. I felt the need to explain my
reasoning. Please, don't flame me. If you do, I shall only use those flames to
light my candles and oil lamps. I like burning things, even Seto... *evil
laughter*
Seto: I have this feeling I'm gonna get beat up again in the next chapter...
KJ: Warning, don't eat anything before going into Gozaburo's room...
Seiji: Ah, the grandness of torturing the asshole that stole KJ-chan's heart...
Seto: You might actually have a chance if you would stop trying to do hentai
things to her when she's asleep.
KJ: O.o
Seiji: That's mean! I do not!
Kurai: I have it on tape, you moron.
KJ: Seiji-baka, I'm ashamed!
Seiji: I was trying to help!
KJ: With what?!
Seiji: Your lemons...
*KJ screams bloody murder and chases Seiji around the room*
*Kurai and Seto grin and high-five*
-
Ja!
KJ
***** Suicide *****
Chapter Summary
     So, Seto'll try anything to get out of his predicament... Did I just
     say ANYTHING?!?!
     (All Seiji-baka's fault, I swear!!!)
Chapter_5:_Suicide
 
~Why am I here? Why do I let him do this to me?~ Seto asked himself. Then an
image of Mokuba flashed through his mind. ~Oh, yeah...~ Seto sighed and looked
around Gozaburo's room. Mokuba was in bed, supposedly asleep, and Gozaburo was
finishing something. He'd ordered Seto to stay in the man's room and be silent.
So Seto was sitting on the big bed and looking around.
The big, four-poster bed took up barely any room in the gigantic room. Seto
couldn't imagine sleeping in there every night, but, the way things were going,
he may have to. There was a large dresser in one corner, a closet opposite it.
The door was on the same wall as the closet. There was a small nightstand next
to the bed, on the opposite side of the bed from the door, and it had the phone
on it. Since Gozaburo was using the phone, Seto knew better than to try seeing
if it were connected. There was a bathroom on the wall opposing the bed. A desk
with one of Gozaburo's computers on it was next to the dresser, right across
from the bedroom door.
Seto glanced up briefly as Gozaburo walked in and closed the door quietly. Seto
was a little surprised that his adopted father hadn't locked the door and
looked up questioningly. Gozaburo chuckled. "Wondering why I left the door
unlocked?" Seto nodded, not trusting his voice. Gozaburo walked over and
captured Seto's lips with his own for a brief second, then pulled away to
answer. "Because, it's difficult to unlock the door when one is carrying an
unconscious boy."
Seto's eyes widened fearfully. ~So, it's gonna be like last night. I was afraid
of that...~ He sighed and looked away, to keep his eyes from showing his anger.
Gozaburo grabbed his chin and forced Seto to meet his eyes. "Look at me. Your
emotions show in your eyes, but we can fix that. Would you like that?"
Seto shivered and licked his dry lips. "Does it mean pain on my part?" he
whispered.
Gozaburo grinned. "Not in general."
"But you'll be glad to add some in, correct?" Seto asked, his voice stronger.
Gozaburo frowned. "Possibly. Stay here." He walked over to the bathroom.
Seto let out a soft sigh. ~No damage yet. Instead, he's being nice to me.
Wonder why?~ Seto screwed up his face. ~Cause he's confusing. Duh.~
"What are you thinking about?" Gozaburo asked, coming to stand in front of Seto
again. He had the first aid kit in one hand.
"Nothin'," Seto mumbled in a reply. He looked down and tried unbuttoning his
shirt. Mokuba had asked earlier if he'd need help, but Seto had informed his
brother that he'd be fine. His fingers still wouldn't work the way his mind was
telling him to. He bit his lip and kept his face down as he felt tears welling
in his eyes.
Gozaburo's hands gently moved Seto's hands out of the way and took over with
the buttons. Seto kept his head down and closed his eyes. Gozaburo frowned at
the boy's position. "Seto..." He felt a drop of water on his hand. He sighed
and sat on the bed next to the boy, then hugged him gently. "Hush," he
whispered.
Seto let out a sharp, painful cough and Gozaburo frowned. He forced the boy to
look up at him and was surprised to see a sharp pain in Seto's soft blue eyes.
"Seto, what's wrong?" Gozaburo asked softly.
Seto smiled slightly. "Never leave me alone," he rasped. "I'm a danger to
myself."
Gozaburo's eyes widened. "What did you do?" he asked, his voice angry, despite
the worry and fear in his eyes.
Seto pushed his shirt to the side, revealing the blood that had soaked through
the bandaging on his side, where Gozaburo had stabbed him. "I guess I'm too
weak, neh?" he whispered before being forced into a coughing fit.
Gozaburo's eyes flew wide, afraid, as blood dribbled from Seto's smirking lips.
"You little bastard," he hissed before hopping over the bed and picking up his
phone.
~So, it was working...~ Seto thought quietly. He was surprised he'd managed to
stay conscious as long as he had. But Gozaburo's beatings, though few, had
strengthened him enough to see his adopted father's reaction to his actions.
~He's gonna be too late.~ Seto grinned widely, then looked down sadly. He'd
left his brother a message on his own bed. He'd left his bedroom door locked,
so as to keep the other boy out of it. In the note he'd explained everything.
~I'm so sorry, otouto-chan...~ he thought as the room started spinning.
"Mokuba..." he whispered before passing out.
Gozaburo hung up. The nurse said an ambulance was on the way. He glanced over
at Seto sadly. He didn't even have a story to tell them. "Why? Seto-chan, why?"
he whispered before hurrying from the room to wake Mokuba. He knew the little
boy would be angry if he was left alone.
~~^**^~~
Mokuba was sitting in his room, watching out the window, when he heard his door
creak open. He looked up in surprise. "Otousan Gozaburo?" he said softly. His
eyes widened when he realized that the man was crying. Gozaburo had never
cried! "What's wrong?" he asked, suddenly afraid.
"Seto tried killing himself. The ambulance is on its way. You might want to get
some clothing on," Gozaburo whispered in a pain-filled voice, then he left the
room.
Mokuba rushed to do what he'd been told, shaking horribly. His brother had been
planning something, he'd known it! His wounds, they were just a quicker way to
end it all! He'd known when he said good night to Mokuba! Mokuba remembered how
his brother had stood at his door with sadness in his eyes before whispering a
soft, 'Daisuke, otouto-chan. Gomen.' Then he'd hurried from the room. At the
time, Mokuba had shrugged it off as nothing, although something had been
bothering him. Now he knew...
He hurried from his room as he heard the sirens. The ambulance was here, thank
Kami! Mokuba bit his lip and crossed his fingers. He hurried over to where
Gozaburo stood, talking with one of the medical staff. The man looked down at
him. "You must be Mokuba," he concluded.
Mokuba nodded. He briefly realized he was shaking, from fear or anger, he
wasn't quite sure. Gozaburo gave him a quick hug around his shoulders. "Mokuba-
chan, there's only enough room in the ambulance for one person. Go with this
man and keep an eye on your brother. I'll follow shortly."
Mokuba nodded dully. He gave his adopted father a quick hug, then followed the
man mechanically. It was all so unreal. Mokuba briefly wondered what it was
that had finally pushed Seto over the edge, because he was pretty sure it
wasn't the fight at school. For that matter, he didn't even know how bad his
brother's wounds were. He hopped up into the ambulance with help from the man
and a couple people inside the back. They sat him down in a seat along the edge
of the back and told him to buckle his seatbelt. Mokuba did, then actually
looked at his brother.
Seto's skin was far more pale than it should have been. He was hooked up to an
IV with some stuff running from it into his arm. A wound on his side was
bleeding, even through the extra padding the people had placed over it. They
hadn't taken the original bandaging off the wounds yet because they wanted him
in the hospital and they were afraid that they'd tear healing tissue while
trying to take the bandaging off in the ambulance.
"It's okay, Mokuba-kun," the man next to him whispered softly. Mokuba suddenly
realized that he'd been silently crying for a while and reached up to wipe his
tears away, but more took their place.
~How could you?!~ he screamed at Seto in his mind. ~How could you do this to
me?! You promised ! You promised you'd always be there!~ He broke down into
sobs. "He promised..." he whispered.
"What did your brother promise, Mokuba-kun?" the man asked.
"He promised he'd always be there for me. He promised he'd always protect me."
Mokuba wished he could curl up into a ball.
Blue eyes fluttered open at the sound of the boy's voice. "Mokuba?" Seto
whispered, glancing over. He vaguely realized that he was still alive, and that
his plan was screwed. At that moment, though, he only cared that Mokuba was
angry, at him.
Mokuba's eyes went wide and he unbuckled his seatbelt to get closer to his
brother. "Seto..." he whispered, grabbing for Seto's hand.
Seto sighed and squeezed Mokuba's hand softly. "Gomen..." he whispered before
grimacing in pain as they hit a bump. "Shit," he growled through gritted teeth.
Mokuba smiled slightly. "Stop cursing." Seto nodded. Then he closed his eyes
again. "Seto, don't go..." Mokuba pleaded with his brother.
"Try and stay conscious, Seto-kun," the man that had led Mokuba to the
ambulance agreed, coming over to them.
Seto opened his eyes again and glanced up at the man. "Who're you?" he asked.
"Dr. Frolde," the man replied with a smile as the ambulance slowed. "We're
here. Mokuba-kun, I need you to get out of the way. Stay with me, okay?"
Mokuba's eyes widened fearfully. He didn't want to let Seto go! Seto squeezed
his hand lightly. "Listen to Dr. Frolde, otouto-chan. I'm staying on this
planet for a while longer." He grinned.
Mokuba nodded and let go of Seto's hand as the ambulance came to a complete
stop. Dr. Frolde moved Mokuba out of the way as the other two people in the
back got Seto out, with help from the people that had been in the front. Dr.
Frolde helped Mokuba out, then they followed Seto as quickly as Mokuba's legs
could carry him. "We'll have to wait in the waiting room, okay?" Dr. Frolde
warned.
Mokuba bit his lip, but nodded. They had to wait for Gozaburo, anyway. The man
would be happy to know that Seto was okay. Dr. Frolde led him to a seat and
they sat down, watching for Gozaburo.
The man only took a few more minutes to get there, and Mokuba hurried over to
talk to him. "Seto's okay!" he said brightly.
Gozaburo looked at Dr. Frolde, who nodded. "Seto-kun woke in the ambulance. He
should make it."
Gozaburo let out a soft sigh of relief. He'd think about killing the boy later.
He ruffled Mokuba's hair fondly. "That boy..." He shook his head. "I swear.
He'll be the death of me, especially if he tries another stunt like this."
A doctor in a white coat came over to them. "Kaiba-sama?" Gozaburo nodded.
"Seto-kun's in a room. Would you like to go see him now?" Gozaburo nodded and
he and Mokuba followed the man. Dr. Frolde disappeared into the crowds, smiling
to himself.
~~^**^~~
The door opened quietly, but the first person to come through was anything but
quiet. "Oniisan!" Mokuba called, hurrying over to the side of his brother's
bed.
Seto reached over and gave his brother a cautious hug. "Hey." He glanced up at
Gozaburo, who, he was surprised to see, had tears on his face. He made a face
at the man. "I thought you didn't cry," he pointed out dryly.
Gozaburo sighed. "Don't ever try this again, hear?"
Seto sighed. "Hai."
Gozaburo came over and ruffled Seto's hair. "You had me worried sick."
"There's a surprise," Seto grumbled. He looked up sharply, remembering
something. "Gozaburo, there's a note on my bed. Could you get rid of it
whenever you get home?"
Gozaburo frowned, but nodded. "Okay..."
"Excuse me." A nurse stood at the door. She closed the door behind her. "Kaiba-
sama, your adopted son had some marks on his skin. They're fresh, and they look
like child abuse–" she started.
Seto cut in. "I got into a fight at school," he growled. "That's all."
The woman turned to glare at him. "I wasn't talking to you, Seto-kun," she said
sharply. "Burn marks are not caused by a fight at school."
"Wanna bet?" Seto returned darkly.
Gozaburo looked at Seto, surprised. The boy had the chance to turn him in, yet
he didn't. He gave Seto a questioning look. Seto returned it with a dark look.
"You got into a fight at school?" Gozaburo asked, making it sound like this was
the first he'd heard of it.
Seto sighed. "Hai."
Gozaburo pursed his lips, playing along. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"He was afraid you'd get all mad at him!" Mokuba cut in.
Gozaburo looked down at the boy. "You knew too?"
Mokuba nodded. "Oniisan told me this morning."
Gozaburo groaned. "You two... We need to have a talk about keeping secrets."
"No kidding," Seto grumbled.
The nurse pursed her lips. A knock at the door ended the conversation. The
nurse opened the door to reveal two armed police officers. "Kaiba Gozaburo?"
one asked. The nurse pointed to Gozaburo. "Sir, you are under arrest."
Gozaburo narrowed his eyes. Mokuba clutched at Seto's hand fearfully. Seto
pushed himself up into a sitting position. "Why?" Seto asked from behind
Gozaburo.
"For suspected child abuse," the man replied.
"WHAT?!" Seto shouted. Then he fell back against the pillows, clutching his
side. "Damnit. You assholes..." he hissed.
"Gomen, but I had to report it," the nurse informed them.
Gozaburo ground his teeth together, then looked back at Seto and Mokuba. "It'll
all work out, boys. Don't worry about it." He gave each a quick kiss on their
foreheads, then followed the police out.
Seto put a hand on his forehead and closed his eyes against the pain his
outburst had caused him. "Damnit all..." he whispered.
"Mokuba-kun, a lady from Child Services is here to take you–" the nurse
started.
"Take him out of this room and I won't last the night," Seto threatened. He
opened his blue eyes. The nurse was shocked to see pure hatred in them.
Mokuba clutched his brother's hand, crying softly. "I can't leave him in here
unsupervised," the nurse pointed out.
"I'll keep an eye on him," Seto replied.
"You're too young, and you're in the hospital as a patient," the nurse returned
darkly. "Mokuba-kun. Come with me."
"Excuse me." A new lady walked in. She had a soft business-style suit on. Her
long black hair was braided to the center of her back.
"May I help you?" the nurse asked, agitated. Seto smirked at her and she
returned a glare.
"I am Demu Aslie, from Child Services," the woman said with a soft voice.
Seto snorted. "Oh, great. Another bitch to argue with." He rolled his eyes.
"I need to speak with you, as well, Kaiba Seto," the woman said calmly.
"Why?" Seto met her silver/grey eyes.
"About Kaiba Gozaburo." She nodded to the nurse, who left gratefully. Aslie
closed the door and walked over to sit in one of the chairs. She smiled at
Mokuba when he looked up at her. "Hello, Mokuba-kun," she said softly, her
voice kind.
Mokuba climbed up on the bed to sit next to Seto. Seto gave the woman a smug
look. "What do you want to know about Gozaburo?" Seto asked, his voice cold.
The woman shiver unconsciously. "Does he beat you?"
"Absolutely not," Seto returned in a calm tone.
Mokuba shook his head. "He yells, and he glares at us, but he'd never hurt
either of us physically," Mokuba said.
"How long have you two lived with him?" Aslie asked calmly.
"A year and a half," Seto replied.
"You are next in line for the position of CEO of Kaiba Corp, am I correct,
Seto-kun?" Aslie asked him directly.
"Hai."
"Would you have any reason to protect your adopted father from the law?" Aslie
pushed.
"I hate Gozaburo's guts. I wouldn't mind seeing him in jail, but putting him in
for no reason is stupid," Seto said with compassion, the first real emotion
Aslie had seen since she met him.
She smiled. "Why do you hate him?"
Seto shrugged, then gritted his teeth. "No clue," he growled.
Aslie stood. "You should be resting. I need to take Mokuba-kun." She held a
hand out to Mokuba.
Seto smacked the hand away and hugged his brother. "Go to hell. No one's taking
Mokuba anywhere," he hissed. Mokuba nodded sharply.
Aslie sighed. "You don't have a choice."
"I have the choice to run after you and kill myself if he leaves this room
against his will," Seto pointed out. "Mokuba's the only family I have. You've
already had Gozaburo dragged off for no reason. You're not taking my brother
too!" His voice was angry.
Aslie shivered again. "Do I have to call the doctor in here to restrain you?"
she asked.
"If you feel the need," Seto said indifferently, then his eyes flashed. "But
Mokuba's not leaving."
"Argh!" Aslie glared at the boy, hoping her anger would make him give in, but
Seto gave as good as he got. Aslie finally gave up. "I'll have to stay here all
night, then," she said calmly.
"No need. I'll watch them," a man said as he stepped in.
"Dr. Frolde!" Mokuba and Seto recognized him at the same moment. Mokuba hopped
down from the bed to hurry over.
Seto watched his brother greet the doctor with a slight smile. "Hello," he said
in a kind voice.
Aslie shook her head. "Dr. Frolde, is it? Are you licensed to watch these
children?"
Dr. Frolde pulled out his wallet. "Gozaburo is my brother." He showed her the
pictures of the boys as Seto and Mokuba gaped at the man. "I'm watching them
until Gozaburo gets out of jail."
"Yeah!" Mokuba gave the man a hug. "I have an uncle!"
Seto chuckled at his brother antics. "Silly." Suddenly, he ground his teeth
together in pain and curled slightly.
Dr. Frolde walked over, worry written all over his face. "Seto, are you okay?"
he asked.
Seto shook his head. "My side–" he gasped.
"I'll get your doctor. Mokuba, stay here." He hurried from the room.
Aslie looked at the two and snorted. "You two got very lucky." Then she left
the room angrily.
"Oniisan!" Mokuba watched sadly as a couple doctors came in to check on his
brother. Dr. Frolde hugged the boy softly, holding him back so the doctors
could help.
When they were done, one walked over to Dr. Frolde and Mokuba as the other
left. "Stress. Don't let him do anything else that will stress him out. For
now, we've given him a mild painkiller, to dull the pain."
Mokuba rushed over to check on Seto as Dr. Frolde frowned. "Why not a regular
painkiller?" he asked.
"He refuses to take them, sensei," the other doctor nodded to him. "You should
be able to take him home now, if you want. You're a proper doctor. We know
he'll get the care he needs. All he really needs right now is some rest." He
left.
Dr. Frolde came over. "Seto, no more stress for you." He smiled slightly as
Seto nodded. "What do you two boys say to going to my house? I've been given
permission to take you home."
Seto nodded. "I'd like that." He ruffled Mokuba's hair. "I think we both would,
but, Dr. Frolde, what should we call you?"
The doctor smiled. "Goshin." He helped Seto out of the bed. "Let's get you into
a real bed, neh?"
Seto smiled gratefully. "Arigatou, for everything," he mumbled.
"Any time."
-
~~A/N: Frolde Goshin is an original character. I don't know if Gozaburo really
does have a brother or not. Don't ask. I'll probably make him like a half
brother, or something.
The rules I based the arrest of Gozaburo on are CO state laws, where my mom
went to law school. My mother is a legal secretary, so any legal junk is all
thanks to her help!!
A little bit of info you'll wanna remember for future chapters is that Goshin
can mean either self-defense, or misdiagnosis. If I were writing Goshin's name
in Japanese characters, I'd use the ones for self-defense. So, in other words,
Goshin's name means self-defense. Remember that!!!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Ou! I love Kaiba Seto. He's my favorite
character. I'm only writing this because his adoptive father was cruel to him,
and I hint on this in almost all my fics. I felt the need to explain my
reasoning. Please, don't flame me. If you do, I shall only use those flames to
light my candles and oil lamps. I like burning things, even Seto... *evil
laughter*
Seto: Uhm... What's gonna happen to Gozaburo?
Seiji: He gets out of jail and goes back to turning you into the cold-hearted
idiot you are today.
KJ: Seiji-baka, be nice. Seto-chan, I haven't written the lemon yet!
Seiji: She keeps putting it off...
Seto: Arigatou, Kami-sama!
KJ: Within the next three chapters, I should say. And Goshin-san is gonna have
suspicions that Gozaburo-baka is, indeed, beating Seto-chan. If he's had to
live through it once, with his brother, he'll probably be able to spot it
again. Now, all we have to see is if Seto-chan will talk with him about it.
Seto: I can't believe you two had me try and kill myself...
KJ: *points to Seiji* All his idea, I swear!
Seiji: You're still alive!
KJ: He wanted to kill you off, but I wouldn't let him.
Seto: I'm grateful, I think...
-
Ja!
KJ
(P.S. ~ MAJOR plot twist in the next chapter!! Sorry YnK, angsty Seto's gonna
go and take a short holiday... I'll bring him back though!! *winks*)
***** Kiss, kiss! *****
Chapter Summary
     Dearest Seto is out of the hospital, and Gozaburo's in jail. How long
     will fate allow this? How long will it take before KJ write the lemon
     she's been promising since the first chapter?
     PLOT TWIST!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter_6:_Kiss,_kiss!!
 
"Seto, can I speak with you?" Goshin asked, peeking into the room Seto had been
given at his house.
Seto pushed himself up into a sitting position. "Sure."
Goshin closed the door behind him gently, then walked over to sit next to the
boy. "Lay back down. Your best bet is to take it easy." Seto laid back down. "I
want to ask you something, and I want you to promise to be perfectly truthful
with me."
Seto sighed. "Not this again..." He rolled his eyes. "You're gonna ask about
your brother, aren't you?" Goshin nodded. "I'm tired of this!" Seto said
softly, his voice angry. "Everyone is asking me, and I've been telling the
truth–"
"Seto, you've been lying, and you know it." Seto fell silent. "Listen to me.
Gozaburo was beat by his father when we were children, this I know. He never
came right out and told me. It was when he was visiting our mother that I could
see bruises, cuts, burns, everything, on his body. He always blamed them on
things like his clumsiness, or a couple bullies at school. Our mother bought
his lies because she didn't want to believe that Gozaburo's father was doing
him any harm. My father didn't give a damn."
"What does this have to do with me?" Seto asked sharply.
"Everything. You're acting exactly like Gozaburo did when we were kids. I want
to help, but I can't do anything if you won't talk to me." Seto turned away.
Goshin sighed. "I'm always here." He stood.
"Wait." Seto looked up at him and Goshin was surprised to catch tears on Seto's
face. "D-don't turn him in, please," he mumbled.
"Why not?" Goshin sat back on the bed.
Seto shook his head. "I-I don't know why I'm p-protecting him... I-I wasn't l-
lying when I said I h-hate him," Seto stumbled over his words helplessly.
Goshin sighed. "We often don't know why we do the things we do. I won't turn
him in, if that is what you wish." Seto nodded gratefully. "Do you know any
martial arts, Seto?" Goshin asked suddenly.
"Nai..." Seto replied softly.
"When you are feeling up to it, I'll start training you. It'll do you some good
do learn them, I think."
"Why?" Seto watched the man quietly.
"When you become CEO, you'll find some good uses for it, I'm sure. For right
now, the training will help you not get beat up at school." He winked. "Or
where ever else you may go to do that. Your body will heal faster if it's in a
fit shape, anyway."
Seto rolled his eyes. "Oh, joy. More frequent beatings. I'm so excited."
Goshin sighed. "Get some sleep, Seto. You need it." He left quietly.
Seto looked up at the ceiling. In his mind, he saw Gozaburo crying again, and
couldn't help but shiver. He sighed and turned onto his good side, then let
himself doze off.
~~^**^~~
"You sleep for forever!" Mokuba called when Seto opened his eyes the next
morning. Seto took a second to regain his surroundings.
"Ugh... I'm stiff," Seto grumbled, forcing himself to sit up. He grimaced as he
pulled something.
"Good, you're awake." Goshin smiled as he walked in. "The jail called. Gozaburo
wants a few moments to speak with each of us, once we all have the time." He
set a tray before Seto. "And your conversations will be recorded, so watch what
you say, both of you." He looked between them.
Seto nodded and went after his food. Mokuba giggled. "Stay in here. You can
take his tray in a moment," he told Goshin.
Seto made a face at his brother while Goshin smiled lightly. "He tends to
forget the fact that I'm wounded," Seto grumbled. "Anyway, I didn't have
anything to eat last night."
"Oniisan!" Mokuba cried. Goshin pursed his lips. "You should have eaten!"
Mokuba added.
Goshin nodded. "What your brother said."
"I'm gonna kick both of you out very quickly," he threatened.
"You'd have to get out of bed, first," Mokuba pointed out.
"Don't tempt me."
"Boys!" Goshin sighed. "Behave, both of you. Seto, you're not getting out of
bed until it's time to leave, or if you absolutely have to. Chasing Mokuba
around doesn't count as a good excuse."
Seto sighed at what little was left of his food. He pushed the tray away.
"Let's go, then. The sooner the better," he mumbled to the sheets, picking at a
hole.
"Okay. Do you need help?" Goshin watched as Seto pulled himself from the bed.
"I guess that means no." He grabbed on to Seto's arm as Seto started tilting to
one side.
Seto grinned. "Gotcha." He steadied himself, then walked from the room. Mokuba
and Goshin looked at each other, shrugged, then followed Seto from the room,
Goshin grabbing the tray as he left.
~~^**^~~
Seto bit his lip. It was his turn to go talk to Gozaburo, he had chosen to go
last, and he still wasn't sure what to say. Goshin stopped him as he was
walking to the room.. "I was wrong. There are no cameras. I asked. Speak
freely, I guess." Seto just nodded. He could feel his legs turning to jelly.
The police outside the door didn't make him feel any safer.
"Last, huh?" Gozaburo asked softly when Seto entered. He sat on one side of a
glass pane. Seto sat on a chair on his side.
"Hai," Seto mumbled, not meeting the other's eyes.
Gozaburo sighed. "Seto, why'd you do it?" he asked softly.
Seto looked up sharply. "Why do you think?" He closed his eyes against the
sadness he saw in the other's eyes. "You never told me you had a brother."
"Half brother," Gozaburo corrected. "I rarely deal with him. When I adopted you
and Mokuba, he gladly agreed to sign for the guardian if I was unavailable. As
you can see, it's worked quite well." He sighed. "Why'd you protect me?"
"I don't know," Seto mumbled, looking at his nails. "Why were you crying at the
hospital?"
"Because you scared the hell out of me," he whispered. "I wasn't lying when I
said I love you, Seto."
"You sure as hell don't show it," Seto growled, standing. "If you'll excuse me,
I'm not supposed to get stressed out. Doctor's orders."
"Why'd you tell my brother?" Gozaburo asked suddenly.
Seto stopped, still facing away. "We often don't know why we do the things we
do," he mumbled before leaving.
Gozaburo sighed. ~When I get out, I'll have to have a long talk with that boy.~
He shook his head. ~But only a talk. Goshin's right. I need to stop beating
him.~
~~^**^~~
"Hey, Goshin?" Seto pulled at the man's shirt sleeve. Mokuba was over at a
friend's house. Seto had already yelled at Goshin for telling Gozaburo that he
knew what was going on. It had not been pretty, and Seto was glad Mokuba hadn't
been there.
Goshin looked at Seto with pursed lips. "You gonna yell at me again?" he asked
calmly.
"Nai." Seto looked as his feet. "I wanted to know, if you could teach me
martial arts."
Goshin looked over Seto quietly. "When you can bend forward and touch your toes
without any pain, I'll teach you."
Seto looked up darkly. "That's not fair! By the time I'm better, Gozaburo will
have beaten me up again!"
Goshin shook his head. "Maybe, maybe not."
"What do you mean?" Seto pursed his lips. "If he doesn't get out of jail
anytime soon..."
"No, no. While I was talking to him, I asked what he was hoping to gain by
beating you up. I gave him a better way to gain this thing." Goshin sighed.
"What does he hope to gain?" Seto asked curiously.
"Ask him."
"I value my skin too much, thank you very much."
"You're terrified of him," Goshin accused. "You're so scared thinking about
what he could do to you, that you can't try and see what he really wants out of
you." Goshin shook his head.
"Well, enlighten me," Seto challenged.
Goshin put a finger against the boy's chest. "You already know." Then he walked
out into the living room to watch the news.
~I already know? How's that? He says he wants me to be strong, to not be a
crybaby adult. I faced down to adults last night and tried killing myself. Oh,
yeah, that's real adult-like! Ha!~ Seto rubbed his forehead. ~Man... Adults
confuse me. Gozaburo confuses me even more. He says he loves me...~ Seto
paused, his eyes widening. "Kami..." He groaned. ~I forgot all about how he's
always kissing me and telling me he loves me. I feel like a moron. No wonder he
was so upset with me...~
The phone rang. "I'll get it!" Goshin called. Seto wondered out into the living
room as Goshin hung up. "Gozaburo is out of jail. Wanna come with me to pick
him up?"
Seto tensed. 'I wasn't lying when I said I love you, Seto,' Gozaburo had said.
~You'll have to face him sooner or later. Make it sooner and get it over with.~
Seto glanced up at Goshin, who was watching him quietly. "Hai..." Seto mumbled.
Goshin nodded and led him out to his car. If he noticed how stiffly Seto was
holding himself or how terrified he looked, he didn't say anything.
~~^**^~~
"Hello, Gozaburo," Goshin said when Gozaburo got in the car. Instead of getting
in the front, Gozaburo got in the back, next to Seto. "How'd you manage to get
out?"
"A couple of morons forgot to read me my rights," Gozaburo grumbled. "The law
these days..." He sighed, then looked at Seto with a smile. "What, no hello?"
"Gomen... Hello..." Seto mumbled, looking out the window on his side.
"He came by his own free will," Goshin informed his half brother calmly.
"Mokuba is at a friend's house. I think he said something about staying
overnight."
Seto tensed when he heard that. ~Should I ask to stay at Goshin's?~ he asked
himself. He glanced over at Gozaburo and their eyes met.
"We need to talk, Seto," Gozaburo said quietly.
"I agree," Goshin said from the front. "I'd referee this little match, but this
is something you two need to work out alone." He stopped in front of the Kaiba
mansion and turned to give Gozaburo a stern look. "And only talking," he
warned, then looked at Seto. "If he hurts you, call me." Seto nodded. He'd
memorized Goshin's number earlier. "Good. Now get. I have some errands to run."
Seto and Gozaburo got out and walked up to the house while Goshin drove away.
Seto could feel his legs failing. ~Kami, he's gonna yell at me if I fall now!~
he thought as he walked in the door.
Gozaburo closed the door behind him and picked Seto up easily. "Stop pretending
you aren't about to collapse, Seto," he said sharply. Seto flinched and closed
his eyes. Gozaburo sighed. "I'm not going to hit you," he mumbled, carrying
Seto up the stairs.
Seto shook his head. "Put me down," he complained.
Gozaburo put Seto down and Seto almost fell to his knees. "Told ya," Gozaburo
pointed out, then waited for Seto to make the first move. He'd hoped to get the
boy to his room, where Seto could sit, but the boy was bound and determined to
stand and walk on his own. If Gozaburo hadn't sworn up and down that he
wouldn't hurt Seto, the boy would be unconscious by now.
"There." Seto stood on his own, facing Gozaburo. His face was covered in sweat
from all his attempts and was still slightly pale from the blood he'd lost. It
was obvious to Gozaburo that Seto was going to fall any minute.
Gozaburo moved forward and caught Seto as the boy's knees gave out from under
him, as well as his bravery. Seto burst into tears. Gozaburo knelt in the
middle of the hallway and rocked the boy in his arms softly. "Hush, Seto-chan.
Hush..."
Slowly, Seto's sobs stopped and he realized who was holding him. He made to
pull away when Gozaburo's arms tightened around him and the man leaned over to
kiss him on his mouth gently. Seto paused. Unlike every other kiss Gozaburo had
ever given him, this one was desperate. For once, instead of ordering Seto to
do something, Gozaburo was pleading him. Seto shivered when he felt Gozaburo's
hands make patterns on his back. The man's tongue pushed at Seto's lips,
demanding entrance. Seto opened his mouth and was surprised to feel Gozaburo's
tongue probing his mouth.
Gozaburo pulled away to take a breath. He smiled at the confused look Seto was
giving him. "I've confused you again, haven't I?" He whispered softly.
Seto shook his head. "No... You love me, you keep saying that."
"Then?" Gozaburo let his thumb gently smooth out the skin on Seto's face.
"Where'd you learn to kiss like that? And why didn't you do that before?" Seto
asked bluntly.
Gozaburo chuckled. "I take it that you don't mind my holding and kissing you,
then."
Seto snuggled up against Gozaburo's chest, surprising the older man. "I'm still
here, aren't I?"
Gozaburo smiled. "So you are." Then he gently brought his lips to Seto's again.
This time, Seto kissed back. ~And he said I was a good kisser!~ Gozaburo
thought lightly. ~He's never kissed himself!~
-
~~A/N: Probable lemon next chapter... Oh dear God... Where do I get these
ideas?!?! *glares at Seiji*
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Ou! I love Kaiba Seto. He's my favorite
character. I'm only writing this because his adoptive father was cruel to him,
and I hint on this in almost all my fics. I felt the need to explain my
reasoning. Please, don't flame me. If you do, I shall only use those flames to
light my candles and oil lamps. I like burning things, even Seto... *evil
laughter*
Seto: *glares at Seiji* What're you trying to pull here?!
Seiji: Kiss kiss!!
Gozaburo: I don't mind.
Seto: *runs and hides behind KJ* Help...
KJ: I'm gonna try that lemon next chapter, just cause an innocent Seto is
strange. I'll probably start the chapter in Gozaburo's room. You ppl can come
up with your own ways as to how they got in there!
Gozaburo: ^_^ I know a few!!
Seto: O.O
KJ: O.o I don't think I wanna know any of them....
Seiji: I still think KJ-san needs a crash course in lemons...
KJ: Come an inch closer and I'm calling Bluey!!
Seiji: >--
Ja!
KJ
***** Innocence Be Gone *****
Chapter Summary
     Lemon time!!! If you no like, no read! Yaoi. Eh, I think that
     explains it all?

Chapter_7:_Innocence_Be_Gone
 
{A/N: LEMON_WARNING!!! Thank you...}
-
Gozaburo moved a hand over Seto's bandaged chest lightly, his hand barely
touching the bandaging. He knew that what he wanted to do wanted wasn't exactly
best for the battered boy below him. If he hurt Seto in any way and Goshin
found out, Gozaburo was going to jail for child abuse, and Goshin would testify
against him. He'd told Gozaburo this when he visited at the jail. Although that
thought hadn't bothered him at the jail, now that he had Seto back, he didn't
want to lose him again.
A sudden stroke of genius made the man grin. What if it wasn't him on top, but
Seto? It meant he would have to help Seto through it... Gozaburo shrugged to
himself. It didn't matter, as long as he got his high, he wouldn't care.
"Seto..." he mumbled softly, running a hand through the boy's hair.
Seto looked up at his adopted father. "What?" he asked, his voice soft. He'd
been dozing.
Gozaburo's smile softened. "You're so beautiful..." he mumbled dipping down to
kiss the boy. Seto blushed beneath him. Then Gozaburo flipped them around, so
Seto was on top.
"Na-nani?" Seto looked surprised, not to mention confused.
Gozaburo let his hand travel down to Seto's pants and he unbuttoned them.
Seto's eyes narrowed. Gozaburo pursed his lips and moved his hand back up to
smooth out Seto's cheek with his thumb. "I don't want to hurt you..." he
whispered. "But I want to do this."
Seto's eyes softened and he kissed Gozaburo. "Okay..." he mumbled. Gozaburo's
hand returned to the un-doing of Seto's pants. Seto did likewise for Gozaburo.
~~^**^~~
It took them a little moving around and a few grimaces of pain from Seto, since
he was still wounded, but they were finally laying against each other, nothing
between their skin except the bandaging on Seto's chest. Gozaburo smiled at the
look on Seto's face when the boy realized this whole thing was up to him. "It's
okay." Gozaburo mumbled. "I'll help." Seto sighed, relieved. "Give me your
hand." Gozaburo ordered.
Seto made a face but handed over his hand. "I don't know why you need my
hand..." Gozaburo started sucking on a few of Seto's fingers. Seto's eyes
widened as he felt himself harden. ~Whoa...~
Gozaburo grinned as he felt Seto's dick against his thighs. He took Seto's now-
wet fingers from his mouth. "I want you to stick these into my penis, okay?" he
told the boy.
Seto blinked a few times, but did as he was told. "Okay..." He felt confused.
~Gozaburo's strange...~
Gozaburo chuckled. "Make a scissoring motion. The idea is to stretch me out."
"Oh..." Seto moved his fingers in a scissoring motion, watching Gozaburo's
reaction. ~Kami, but this is embarrassing!~ he thought.
Gozaburo knew when Seto had done enough. "Okay." Seto stopped, his eyes
questioning. "Take your fingers out." Gozaburo chuckled. Seto knew he was
blushing again, but it couldn't be seen, since his face was in shadow. "Do you
still need help?" Gozaburo asked with the slightest of smiles.
Seto shook his head. Some of the kids at the orphanage had been very
descriptive when they explained what their guardians had done to them. Seto
always managed to get Mokuba out of the room before one of the kids told the
story, of course, but he could often be seen listening to the stories
attentively when he hadn't had to drag Mokuba from the room. Seto hadn't really
remembered all those stories until just then. ~They wouldn't have helped all
that much anyway,~ he figured, positioning himself over his adopted father's
entrance. ~When their guardians raped them, they never prepared them!~ He moved
in slowly, remembering how the kids always complained about the guardian not
being gentle the first time.
Gozaburo watched Seto's face as he was thinking and moving slowly inside him.
~Either he's trying not to hurt himself, or he's trying not to hurt me.~
Gozaburo decided. ~He's gotten better at masking his emotions and thoughts, at
least...~ He reached up and brought Seto head down for a kiss. Seto's eyes
widened, surprised. Gozaburo ended the kiss with a smile. "You can go faster,
you know." He told the boy.
"But..." Seto was blushing, Gozaburo could now tell. "I-I don't want to hurt
you..."
Gozaburo's eyes were soft. "I thought so. Don't worry about it. I'm not a
virgin." He had to smile when he saw Seto's face go bright red at that remark.
Seto stuck out a tongue and sped up, thrusting in and out with ease. ~Who knew
this could be so much fun!~ he thought lightly.
Gozaburo sighed in pleasure, closing his eyes. Oh, yeah, he'd needed this.
Normally, he was the one doing the fucking, not the one being fucked, but he
didn't mind. It reminded him of his childhood when his father would... ~No.
Concentrate on Seto, not that bastard,~ he ordered his mind.
Seto frowned. Gozaburo looked so sad, and he couldn't tell why. He leaned down
and kissed the man. Gozaburo's eyes flew open and he returned the kiss. When
Seto pulled away, his face was concerned. "What's wrong?" he whispered.
Gozaburo shook his head. He wasn't telling this little angel. No, no... Seto
was too innocent to learn of his past... Maybe another time... He suddenly
realized that he was reaching his climax and forced Seto into another kiss.
When he came, he was still kissing the boy. Seto came almost immediately after,
his eyes lit with passion. He laid next to Gozaburo and snuggled against the
other's side. Gozaburo kissed his forehead. "My little angel..." he whispered
lightly.
"Uhm..." Seto mumbled before falling asleep.
Gozaburo smiled and closed his eyes. "Ai shiteru, Seto-chan..." he mumbled
before following the boy to dreamland.
-
~~A/N: Ah... The dangers of allowing me near my compie when I have nothing to
do... *rolls her eyes*
Kinda cute, but also kinda pointless. Like I said, innocent Seto doesn't look
too well in my mind. Oh, yeah, and Gozaburo will probably return to beating
Seto at one point. I'll let you know when it's coming up, unless I don't know
myself!! *winks*
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Ou! I love Kaiba Seto. He's my favorite
character. I'm only writing this because his adoptive father was cruel to him,
and I hint on this in almost all my fics. I felt the need to explain my
reasoning. Please, don't flame me. If you do, I shall only use those flames to
light my candles and oil lamps. I like burning things, even Seto... *evil
laughter*
Seto: I can't believe you made me blush so much...
KJ: But you're so kawaii when you blush!!
Noa: Are you gonna put me in this ficcy?
Seto: Who's the little blue/green-haired twerp?
KJ: If I told you, it would ruin the show. And, Noa-chan, I might put you in
here, but I don't know. If I do, it'll be as a background character and maybe
no name. Don't wanna ruin it all for the readers, now do we?
Noa: No, I guess not...
Gozaburo: Noa-chan!!! *glomps Noa*
KJ: Uhm, Gozaburo-baka, you're suffocating him...
Seiji: Gozaburo and Noa, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-
Gozaburo & Noa: *chase after Seiji* Came back here, you little ass!!
Seiji: Who's little, you short freak of a kid?!
Gozaburo: Don't insult Noa-chan!
KJ: I think that may have given it away... *sighs and watches Gozaburo & Noa
catch Seiji* Hey, Seto-chan, do you have any popcorn?
Seto: Popcorn? KJ-san, you're sick...
KJ: Damnit, that's right... *makes rice and watches Gozaburo & Noa beat up her
muse* At least I can get some entertainment...
Seto: Didn't you wanna plead the readers about something?
KJ: Oh, yeah! Thankies, Seto-chan!! *looks at readers* On my Yu-Gi-Oh! Site I
have support banners for different couples. I need ideas!! Anyone have any?
Seto: The rules she has are that she doesn't want Anzu paired with Yuugi, Yami,
or me.
KJ: And not with Noa, either. That's only you or Mokuba-kun.
Seto: *sighs* I'm not gonna argue with you again...
Gozaburo: The list of couples we already have are as follows: Honda/Shizuka,
Katsuya(Jyou)/Yuugi, Malik(Yami Malik)/Bakura, Seto/Katsuya(Jyou), Bakura/Ryou,
Honda/Otogi, Cynthia/Pegasus, Katsuya(Jyou)/Mai, Seto/Yami(x2), Yami/Yuugi,
Malik/Ryou, Rishid/Malik, Mei/Kyuu, Anzu/Paul Douglas, Black Magician/Black
Magician Girl, Seto/Noa, Malik/Yami Malik, Katsuya/Shizuka, & Noa/Mokuba.
KJ: I'm planning on doing a Seto/Gozaburo(In honor of this ficcy) but I need to
find some more piccys of Gozaburo! Anyone know where I can find them?
-
Ja!
KJ
***** His Time, His Space *****
Chapter Summary
     Mental torture is SOOOOOO much fun!!! *sighs* I'm a sick human
     being...
     Seto is thinking about things. He's a little confused about life
     right now...
Chapter_8:_His_Time,_His_Space
 
"Gozaburo?" Goshin knocked on his half brother's door lightly.
Gozaburo groaned and opened his eyes. Seto was still asleep next to him. "What
is it?" he asked as quietly as he could.
"Mokuba and I just got here. Mokuba's wondering where Seto is," Goshin replied.
"I-I think he's at a friend's house," Gozaburo mumbled.
"Is he unhurt?" Goshin pushed, his voice chilled.
"Last I knew he was perfectly happy." Gozaburo kissed Seto on his head softly
and walked over to the door. "I'll be out shortly, okay?" he said through it.
"Okay." Goshin moved off down the hall.
Gozaburo sighed, then smiled at Seto. ~I'll wake him before I go out,~ he
decided, heading for the shower.
~~^**^~~
About fifteen minutes later, Gozaburo walked back out into his room, dressed
and clean, to wake Seto. "Seto-chan," he mumbled, shaking the boy gently.
Seto blinked up at him. "Nani?" he asked softly.
"You need to take a shower. Your brother and Goshin are here. I said you were
at a friend's house. Feel free to stay in here, if you want." Gozaburo smiled.
Seto nodded. "Okay..." Gozaburo placed a soft kiss on Seto's forehead, then
left the room, closing the door, but leaving it unlocked.
Seto groaned as he got out of the bed. He was sore all over, not to mention
stiff. He walked over to the bathroom, grabbing his clothing as he went. ~I'll
need to change...~ He sighed and closed the bathroom door behind him.
~~^**^~~
Goshin watched as Gozaburo and Mokuba laughed at a few things. He heard the
water start to run. ~Just as I'd thought. Seto's here.~ Goshin sighed. ~He's
probably in Gozaburo's room, which means I need to go check on him. From what
Mokuba says, Seto has a difficult time with bandages...~ He stood.
"What's wrong?" Gozaburo asked, immediately noticing the movement.
"I'm going to use the rest room, nosey." Goshin smiled at his half brother.
"Jeeze..."
Gozaburo grinned. "Gotta keep my eye on you, ya know. No servants around today
to keep an eye on you for me."
"Why aren't any of the servants here, Otousan Gozaburo?" Mokuba asked.
As Gozaburo turned back to the boy, Goshin slipped from the room, going in the
direction of the downstairs bathroom. He doubled back halfway there and went up
the stairs. He wandered down the hallway to Gozaburo's room and tried the door.
To his surprise, it was unlocked. He peeked in and grinned when he saw that the
bathroom door was closed and the sound of water was coming from there. He
walked over to the chair in front of Gozaburo's desk and sat down to wait for
the boy in the shower.
~~^**^~~
Seto sighed when he walked back into the main part of the bedroom, a towel
around his waist and his wet hair dripping down his back and in his face. He
jumped when he caught sight of Goshin. "G-Goshin!" he exclaimed softly.
Goshin smiled and stood. "Are you okay?" Seto nodded quietly. "Seriously?"
Seto sighed. "I'm fine, seriously. Whatever you said is making sure he doesn't
hurt me. Lay off," he grumbled, walking over to the bed and putting down his
clothing. He turned back around to Goshin with an annoyed look. "What? Have I
sprouted a tail?" he asked dryly.
Goshin chuckled. "No. Mokuba told me how able you are with bandages. Do you
want me to fix that?" He nodded to Seto's wounds.
Seto glanced down at his chest. Now that Goshin had mentioned them, the scabs
were getting a little itchy. "Sure..." He wandered back into the bathroom,
leaving a confused-looking Goshin behind him. He made a little noise as he went
through a couple cabinets, then came back out with the first aid kit he'd known
Gozaburo kept in there. "Here," he mumbled, handing the kit to Goshin.
"We should teach you how to do this." Goshin commented before placing the kit
on the desk and popping it open. ~At least Gozaburo has everything I'll need in
here...~ Goshin thought before grabbing out the little things he'd need and
turning back around to fix Seto up.
~~^**^~~
Seto left Gozaburo's room with a grin, his chest bandaged and the towel still
around his waist. Goshin hurried down the hall to join Mokuba and Gozaburo
while Seto went back to his room, to change. He unlocked his door with the key
he had in his pocket and closed the door behind him, breathing a sigh of
relief. Goshin had asked him what he and Gozaburo had done last night, and Seto
had just told him that they'd talked until late into the night, then they'd
both kind of fallen asleep in Gozaburo's room. Well, it had been half true...
He sighed and walked over to his dresser. He pulled it open and took out a
button-up shirt, still not trusting the normal shirts that one had to pull over
their head. He put it on and hurried to his closet to find a pair of pants he
could stand to wear. He could probably use some more pants, but, after the last
time he'd asked Gozaburo to go out and get something, he wasn't about to
attempt it and get called spoiled again. He wasn't spoiled! Seto sighed. At
least, he didn't think he was spoiled.
He looked at the note he'd left for Mokuba on his bed. It hadn't been touched,
thank Kami. If Mokuba found out what had been happening now... Seto grabbed the
paper and tore it to shreds, allowing the pieces to fall to the ground around
him in a light rain of paper. It almost looked like snow. Seto fell to his
knees, crying. ~I'm so damned confused!~ he thought, ~I know I should turn
Gozaburo in, but I don't have the heart. Is this love? Is this what Trigne was
always talking about?~ Trigne had been a friend he'd made at the orphanage. His
best friend for life. ~I wish I could speak with him again, but I don't know if
he's still at the orphanage...~ Seto leaned against the end of his bed. ~What
am I thinking?! He'd never let me talk to someone about this, besides either
himself or Goshin! Maybe I can talk Goshin into helping me track Trigne
down...~
He closed his eyes. ~No... Seto, you baka, of course he wouldn't! He knows
better! Best suggestion is for you to learn martial arts for a year, let
yourself heal... Then go find Trigne! That's it! I'll have Gozaburo teach me a
little more about computers, since we didn't have any at the orphanage... I'll
use the computer to track Trigne down, find some way to talk to him, even if
it's only through letters... But, I need someone to talk to. Someone who's my
age. Someone who been through this once, but isn't completely crazy, like
Gozaburo...~ Seto startled at that thought. ~That's true, I guess...~ He
decided, settling back down. ~Gozaburo's crazy...~
Someone knocked at his door. Gozaburo peeked his head in. "Goshin said you were
in your room. I asked him how he knew and he said he saw you coming in," he
said quietly.
"He came up to check on me, helped me bandage my wounds." Seto shrugged.
"Oh..." Gozaburo smiled. "Why don't you come downstairs?"
"Okay." Seto stood with a groan. He'd gotten stiff.
Gozaburo frowned at the paper mess on the floor. "What were you doing in here,
anyway?"
Seto shrugged. "Throwing a party?" He brushed past Gozaburo.
Gozaburo growled and forced Seto to face him. "What's with you?" he hissed.
"Gozaburo, did you find him?" Goshin called, walking up the stairs at the end
of the hall.
Seto pulled away from Gozaburo. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing is wrong with me."
He turned and fled down the hall and down the stairs to where he knew his
brother was.
Goshin frowned at Gozaburo when they met at the top of the stairs. "What did
you do?" he accused.
"I don't know," Gozaburo replied honestly.
Goshin pursed his lips. "Hum... Want me to talk to him?"
Gozaburo shook his head, remembering how he'd sometimes acted like that when he
just wanted to be left alone. "Give him his time, his space. He'll talk to one
of us when he feels the need to." He sighed and started down the stairs.
Goshin rolled his eyes and hurried to catch up. "You know, you two are far too
much alike. Didn't you used to pull this same stunt as a kid?"
"Yeah." Gozaburo's eyes were ice cold when he looked at his half brother. "But
I got hit for it. Seto won't. That's the only difference." He sped up, leaving
a shocked Goshin behind.
Gozaburo had never verbalized that he'd been beaten as a child, until now.
-
~~A/N: Man, I'm making myself feel kinda bad for Gozaburo now... This sucks...
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Ou! I love Kaiba Seto. He's my favorite
character. I'm only writing this because his adoptive father was cruel to him,
and I hint on this in almost all my fics. I felt the need to explain my
reasoning. Please, don't flame me. If you do, I shall only use those flames to
light my candles and oil lamps. I like burning things, even Seto... *evil
laughter*
*KJ glomps Seto*
Seto: Help...
KJ: KAWAIINESS!!!
Gozaburo: *to Seiji* Does she always do this?
Seiji: Only when she writes something like that... *points to where Seto walks
out of bathroom*
Gozaburo: Ah... *glares at Seto* SETO!!! What's this about you plotting behind
my back?!
Seto: Aw, shit... *hides behind KJ*
Noa: *grabs Gozaburo's arm and drags him off* Drop it...
Seiji: He's pretty strong for a de–
KJ & Noa: SEIJITSUSA!!
Seiji: Me and my big mouth... *runs*
*KJ & Noa follow*
-
Ja!
KJ
***** Trigne *****
Chapter Summary
     Moving forward in time by one and a half years...
     Seto works at Kaiba Corp now, although it's just part of his
     training. His friend from the orphanage, Trigne, makes his first
     appearance...
Chapter_9:_Trigne
 
It had been a year and a half since the night Gozaburo got home from jail and
the two Kaibas made love. Lately, Mokuba had been spending more time with
Goshin, often spending the night. This didn't bother either Seto or Gozaburo,
since it meant more time to themselves, Mokuba was out of Gozaburo's grasp, and
Seto still got to see his brother every day when the boy went over to Goshin's
home to learn martial arts.
"Get it right!" Gozaburo groaned. "I know you know how to do this!" He waved
his hands at the taxes that he was having Seto balance. He said it was good
practice. Maybe it was, but that couldn't keep Seto from hating it.
"I'm tired, Goza-san," Seto grumbled, making a pouty face. Spoiled he may have
become, but not spoiled enough to get out of having to learn what was to be
expected of him as CEO of Kaiba Corp.
Gozaburo sighed. He, too, was tired. It had been a long day for the both of
them. Seto no longer went to school, since he'd been given a job at Kaiba Corp,
showing guests around. This practice was meant to teach him his way around the
building. Tomorrow they were having an extra large crowd, because Gozaburo was
having a meeting. Seto was supposed to sit in on it, but Gozaburo had a sinking
feeling Seto would disappear right before the meeting started, as he had taken
to doing within the past few months. "All right. Bed," Gozaburo grumbled.
"Yes!" Seto hopped up from his chair and ran over to grab the bathroom first.
Gozaburo chuckled. Seto did that every night. He had the body of a thirteen-
year-old, while Gozaburo was much older. When Gozaburo started tiring during a
long day's work at the office, Seto would often take over. As Gozaburo had
known when he'd first played that game of chess with Seto, the boy was bright,
very bright. He was a fast learner, but tired easily of things like balancing
taxes. Seto hurried out of the bathroom, nothing but his boxers on. "Your
turn!" he said cheerfully, jumping on the bed. Gozaburo nodded his thanks and
wandered over to the bathroom.
Seto watched the older Kaiba and sighed to himself. He traced the long scar
that ran across his chest from the last day Gozaburo had tortured him so
harshly. His arms were speckled with bruises and small cuts, proving how rough
Gozaburo could get sometimes. He was always overly sorry when it was over, but
that didn't always make Seto feel better. Every time Gozaburo took out his
anger at whatever on Seto, Seto would become very distant for a few days and
either go to school or go to Goshin's house during the day. Goshin had begged
Seto again and again to talk to him about it, but Seto couldn't see himself
telling his uncle what he and Gozaburo did when no one else was around.
"Is it bothering you?" Gozaburo asked, getting in the bed next to Seto.
Seto realized he was still tracing his scar, a bad habit of his, and dropped
his hand. "No." He leaned back into Gozaburo's arms. "I was just thinking..."
He sighed.
Gozaburo's arms tightened around Seto's chest. "We have a long day tomorrow,
Seto-chan. We need our sleep." He fell back against the pillows easily, Seto
still leaning against him.
"I know..." Seto sighed and closed his eyes. "Good night, Goza-san..." he
mumbled.
"Good night, Seto-tenshi," Gozaburo replied. Seto shivered. He hated that name,
but Gozaburo always called him that. There was little he could do.
~~^**^~~
Seto stood at the doorway to Kaiba Corp, waiting for the people in this limo to
get out. This was the last set, and they were having trouble getting one of the
occupants out. Seto knew he'd been told to stay inside the building and wait
for the people to come to him, but he was bored, and this was taking forever.
He slipped out the door and into the shadows. Then he moved along with the
shadows to the car. He stood. "Excuse me," he said calmly.
The man who they were expecting turned, revealing the one who was still sitting
in the car. Seto's eyes widened and he gasped. "Trigne?" he whispered. "Kami,
is that you?"
Trigne narrowed his eyes, his cold personality taking over in the presence of a
potential stranger. He stood from the car. The two boys were about the same
height. "Do I know you, boy?" he asked coldly.
Seto, used to his best friend's cold side, grinned. "It's me, Yagami Seto."
Trigne blanched. "By, Kami, it is you! It's been forever!" The two boys shared
a quick hug before the man that was the guest cleared his throat and pointed to
the door.
"Oh, shit..." Seto groaned. Gozaburo stood in the doorway, looking pissed, and
his eyes were locked onto Seto.
"Seto!" he shouted.
Seto flinched, then looked at the guest politely. "This way, please. We've been
waiting for you." He led the other two to the building. "Goza-san, can I please
miss out on this meeting?" he begged when he reached his adoptive father.
Gozaburo pursed his lips. "Give me one good reason..."
"This is my best friend from the orphanage, Trigne," Seto quickly interrupted,
knowing he'd get yelled at for it later. "I haven't seen him in forever!"
Trigne's adoptive father nodded to Gozaburo. "You must be Kaiba Gozaburo."
Gozaburo nodded. "I am." He looked back at Seto. "We'll talk later. Behave."
Then he turned back to the other man and led him down the corridor, talking.
Seto let out a deep sigh of relief. "Trigne, follow me. I know this place so
well I could walk it in my sleep." He grinned.
Trigne returned the smile and hurried to follow his friend. "You got adopted by
the wealthiest man in all of Japan and you're trying to get away from him. I'd
stick by his side continuously," Trigne commented lightly.
Seto shook his head sadly. "It's not that easy."
Trigne narrowed his eyes and stopped his friend in the middle of a quiet
hallway. "Seto, what aren't you telling me?"
Seto shook his head. "Not here." Then he started off again, picking up the
pace. The last thing he needed was one of the people who were in the building
overhearing what he had to say. He crawled through a semi-broken door. "This is
the area where they're doing construction, although Goza-san wouldn't let them
work today, because of this meeting. We can talk in here," he told his friend,
finding a small block to sit on.
Trigne sat next to Seto. "What is it? You've never acted this way, unless
someone was about to tell a story you didn't want Mokuba to hear and Mokuba was
in the room. Even when Lacila ran around with one of the kitchen knives you
weren't this scared. If I recall correctly, you were the one that took the
knife from her and calmed her down."
Seto smiled slightly. "Yeah, I was. She was headed for Mokuba. I had to do
something!" The two boys shared a quiet chuckle.
"Where is Mokuba?" Trigne asked suddenly.
"With Gozaburo's half brother, Goshin. They spend a lot of time together." Seto
shrugged.
Trigne sighed. "Seto, what is it?" His voice rose in volume just slightly and
Seto flinched. Trigne realized his mistake too late. "Seto?" He put a hand on
the other's shoulder, which was shaking. ~Hum... Where have I seen this scene
before?~ Trigne thought dryly. ~Oh, yeah, when Seto was always trying to
comfort me after I had a nightmare.~ He hugged the other around his shoulders.
"Seto, he beats you, doesn't he?" he mumbled. "That's why you said it isn't
that easy."
"H-h-hai..." Seto managed to choke out. He couldn't remember the last time he
cried. The only times he'd ever cried openly were when Gozaburo was beating him
in the beginning, and when his parents died. Other than that, he only cried to
himself when he was alone.
"You should have called the orphanage!" Trigne cried, surprised. "You know
this!"
"I-I can't..." Seto shook his head, regaining his composure quickly. "I tried,
when he first started, but he threatened Mokuba's life. So, then, I tried to
kill myself, but that didn't quite work. He got caught for child abuse, since
they'd had to take me to the hospital, but got out for some reason. I don't
know what it is, but, I just can't bring myself to turn him in."
"You love him," Trigne said with a shrug. "You love him too much to hurt him."
Seto sighed. "That's where it gets confusing. I love him so much, I hate him.
It totally sucks. I forgive him before he hurts me, but I can't help but ignore
him for a few days after. I know he's sorry, I can see it in his eyes, but that
doesn't help the fact. He was brought up with the idea that pain equals love.
He loves me. I know that, too. It's just..." Seto sighed again, shaking his
head. "Now I'm not making any sense."
"You're making as much sense as I used to." Trigne grinned and Seto couldn't
help but smile a little. "Did you tell anyone?"
"Goshin. I told him a while ago, and he made Goza-san promise to stop with the
major beatings he'd been doing then, but he can do nothing against what's
happening now."
"What is happening now?"
Seto sighed. "Something pisses him off really bad, or he's had a bad day...
He'll come home and take it out on me. It's not all that bad. It's kinda like a
game. He gives me until the count of ten to run and hide, and then he tried to
find me. If he finds me and I've fallen asleep, he'll just let me rest." Seto
grinned. "Except, I'm not stupid enough to think it's just a game. I remember
what it was like before he got out of jail, before I tried to kill myself..."
"I still can't believe that you, Yagami Seto, Kaiba Seto, whatever, tried to
kill yourself!" Trigne exclaimed.
"I was so upset, and he'd given me the means." Seto shrugged. "Heh. I'm not
allowed near weapons anymore."
"No, he's not," said a cold voice near the door.
Seto tensed and he turned around. Trigne did likewise. Gozaburo stood at the
ruined door, his arms crossed over his chest. "G-Goza-san..." Seto stumbled
over the name.
Gozaburo narrowed his eyes at Seto. "We're leaving, now."
"The meeting shouldn't be over yet..." Seto mumbled.
"Seto," Gozaburo's voice was ice, "I mean now."
Seto shivered and walked over to the door. He stopped before he reached it and
turned to smile at Trigne. "It was great seeing you. Maybe we'll see each other
again."
Trigne nodded. "I'd like that. Maybe our adopted fathers could set something
up..." He looked at Gozaburo hopefully.
Gozaburo grabbed Seto's arm and pulled him to the door. "We'll see. Come on,
Seto. Trigne-kun, I think your father is looking for you." He left, Seto's arm
in his hand, his grip firm.
Seto didn't even try struggling. He knew better by now.
~Kami, but I'm gonna get it when we get home!!~
-
~~A/N: Heh... If you can't guess that I'm gonna go back to being full-out cruel
to Seto again, you don't know me well enough! (*scratches head* That made no
sense...) Oh, uhm... *thinks* I forgot now... SAP, do the DISCLAIMER!
SAP: DISCLAIMER: KJ-sama doesn't own Yu-Gi-Ou! She loves Kaiba Seto. He's her
favorite character. She's only writing this because his adoptive father was
cruel to him, and she hints on this in almost all her fics. She felt the need
to explain her reasoning. Please, don't flame her, she'll blame it on me. If
you do, she threatens to only use those flames to light her candles and oil
lamps. She likes burning things, even Seto... *evil laughter is heard from KJ's
general direction* KJ-sama, do I have to do the DISCLAIMER again?
KJ: Nah... I'll make someone else do it next time!
*Seto, Gozaburo, Noa, Kurai, and Seiji all hide behind SAP*
KJ: *sticks out tongue* I'll decide at the end of the next chapter! Jeeze!
Noa: How are you gonna decide?
KJ: It depends on who I'm the most pissed at...
*others look at Gozaburo*
Gozaburo: Eheheh... That would be me, wouldn't it?
KJ: Maybe. *looks at readers* I'd like to introduce everyone to Trigne. He'll
only be in this fic, so probably won't appear anywhere else, unless I'm
bored... *points to Trigne*
Trigne: I can't be in anymore of your fics. You said you were going to kill me,
KJ-sama!
KJ: Eheheh... You weren't supposed to tell them that dummy... *sighs* Goza-san,
update on the Support Banners, please.
Gozaburo: Don't call me Goza-san...
KJ: Don't push your luck!
Gozaburo: Fine... *to readers* As you'll remember, I named the Banners we had
up so far in chapter 7. Since then, we've added the following to our
collection: Bakura/Seto, Katsuya(Jyou)/Honda, Yuugi/Seto, Malik/Seto, another
Noa/Seto, Seto/Mokuba, Seto/Pegasus, Seto/Black Magician, Yami/Malik, & Yami/
Bakura. *looks at KJ* What is it with you pairing Kaibas together?
KJ: SHUT UP!! You've given it away! And Seto and Mokuba aren't Kaibas, they're
Yagamis. *sticks out her tongue*
Seto: Uhm... What she said... *looks at readers* She's still looking for piccys
of Gozaburo! Any out there, let us know the site, etc!
Noa: A couple that KJ-sama are thinking about doing are Anzu/Mai & Anzu/Honda.
Anzu/Honda has two votes, Anzu/Mai one. Should we do one of them?!
Trigne: Remember, Anzu can't be paired with Seto, Yami, Yuugi, or Noa.
KJ: I'm also gonna say she can't be paired with Mokuba, cause I could never
forgive myself! Also, it has to be a character from the anime or manga, unless
you happen to have one or two piccys of that character! I can't draw, so don't
ask!! *sticks out her tongue*
Kurai: And yes, she's still sick. It tend to explain these fics...
Seiji: Well, that and me...
KJ: Whatever... *to readers* I have the next two chapters in my mind as of
writing this out, and I may put all of them up together. If I don't, know I'm
working on chapter 10 or 11, whichever I didn't yet put up! 11 is still in the
works, but 10 is done and part of it is written down! Also, 10 starts back in
the mansion. I'm leaving it up to you ppl what happened on their way there, but
I'm assuming it was a silent ride, K?
-
Ja!
KJ
***** You Make Me Sick *****
Chapter Summary
     Gozaburo's going back to his old ways... Poor Seto-chan...
     (Explanation for this chapter's title is in chapter 11 A/N, since I
     was an idiot and forgot to put it in this one, plus, I'm lazy...)
Chapter_10:_You_Make_Me_Sick
 
Gozaburo rammed him against the wall. "I see now that you've become too
spoiled, Seto," he hissed in Seto's face. "Apparently, I'll have to go back to
my old method of teaching." He pulled out a knife. "You ungrateful little
brat!" He rammed the knife into Seto's chest, just missing the boy's heart.
Seto screamed. ~Kami! Not again! Anything but this!~
Gozaburo grinned and punched Seto's stomach, not being careful with the knife,
and cut Seto's stomach. Seto only let out a whimper this time. "I thought I
taught you not to disobey me." He kissed Seto harshly, his tongue demanding
entrance into Seto's mouth.
When Gozaburo's tongue entered Seto's mouth, the boy bit down on it, hard.
Gozaburo pulled away quickly and slapped Seto across the face, then started
rubbing his pelvis against Seto. Seto bit back a moan, not wanting to give the
other the satisfaction. ~He's getting me aroused!~ Seto thought darkly. 'You
love him too much to hurt him,' Trigne had said. ~If that's so, why'd I just
bite him, and why do I want to just kill him right now?~ Seto asked himself. He
saw an opening and narrowed his eyes. In a swift motion, his knee had come in
contact with Gozaburo's major weakness, his manhood.
Gozaburo let out a hiss of pain, the only sign he'd been even slightly
bothered. "You little bastard," he growled. Then he pulled Seto into a room
next to them. Seto barely had time to realize that he'd never been allowed in
this room, before Gozaburo started pulling off Seto's clothing. Seto, refusing
to make this easy for his tormentor, held his arms to his sides and refused to
budge them.
Once Gozaburo had finished undressing Seto, he threw the boy on the bed in the
room. "Stay there," Gozaburo ordered before walking over to a dresser. He
pulled out a few pieces of rope. These he used to tie Seto's hands and feet to
the bed, making them tight enough so the boy couldn't slip out of them. Then he
sat on the bed next to the boy. "Does this hurt?" he asked, pointing to the
still-bleeding wound on Seto's chest.
~What should I say?! The way he's acting, he'll only make it worse, no matter
what I say!~ Seto cried in his head.
"Answer me!" Gozaburo shouted before punching the wound.
Seto screamed again. "Yes!" he cried quickly, once he'd regained control of his
vocal chords.
"Good." Gozaburo let his finger circle Seto penis. "Why'd you tell your little
friend what had been happening, eh? You promised to keep your mouth shut."
Seto ground his teeth together. "He's my friend. I trust him," he growled. His
erection was getting painful.
Gozaburo, sensing this, stopped his circling, leaving the boy in a painful
situation, since he needed to release, but, for whatever reason, couldn't.
"You've put your little friend's life in danger. I applaud your stupidity."
Gozaburo stood to get something else from the dresser drawer, giving his words
time to sink in.
~Trigne! Kami, no!~ Seto cried.
Gozaburo walked back over. It wasn't until the whip came in contact with the
sensitive skin around Seto's erection that the boy realized the new danger to
himself. Seto screamed again. With each new whip mark, he screamed anew, unable
to form a coherent thought, his throat turning raw.
Gozaburo was having fun with his new toy. First, he made a box around Seto's
erection. Then he cut up the boy's legs. He was grinning cruelly. He held the
bleeding whip in his hands when he figured himself done and smiled down at the
sobbing boy on the bed. "So, which hurts worse, the knowledge that your little
friend will get hurt because of your stupidity, or the whip marks you have just
received for your stupidity?" he asked calmly.
"Oh, so that was all for me opening my mouth," Seto growled through gritted
teeth. "Thanks for telling me."
The whip was a flash of red and black as it flew through the air to land across
the scar on Seto's chest, causing the boy to let out a sharp cry. "Your
stupidity has caused you pain enough, Seto, don't you think? Do you really want
more? I can arrange it."
"Go rot in hell." Seto gasped.
Gozaburo's eyes narrowed to angry slits. "I've had it with you, Seto. I don't
know why I ever adopted you. You must have been the stupidest boy at that
orphanage. You just happened to know how to play a simple game." With that, he
turned and left.
Seto closed his eyes painfully. Gozaburo's last comment had hurt. It had cut
deeper than any physical blow the man could ever deal him. ~How do I get myself
into these things?~ He asked sadly.
Gozaburo was leaning against the wall outside the room, silent tears running
down his cheeks. 'Go rot in hell,' Seto had told him. He'd lost his temper
again, losing what little trust he'd gained from the boy with it. ~I really
don't deserve him,~ he decided.
Seto's eyes snapped open as he remembered Trigne. "Goza-san, please, whatever
you do, don't hurt Trigne! Please! If you love me, you won't do it!" he
shouted, his voice raspy because of his sore throat. Somehow, he knew the man
had heard him. Now all he needed to know was that the man would let his friend
live. "Please..." he whispered, closing his eyes against the pain he was in.
Gozaburo shivered when he heard the boy's plea. ~He always thinks about others
before himself,~ Gozaburo thought before sighing to himself. "Alright..." he
whispered, hanging his head. "I won't hurt your little friend."
Seto let out a breath of relief. "Arigatou, Goza-san..." he mumbled before
drifting off into an exhausted sleep.
-
~~A/N: Yes, I know, it's kinda short. At least I had a good time... Heh... Seto
AND Gozaburo bashing!! Uh, Gozaburo, do the DISCLAIMER!!
Gozaburo: I knew it! DISCLAIMER: KJ-sama doesn't own Yu-Gi-Ou! She loves Kaiba
Seto. He's her favorite character. She's only writing this because I was cruel
to him, and she hints on this in almost all her fics. She felt the need to
explain her reasoning. Please, don't flame her. If you do, she threatens to
only use those flames to light her candles and oil lamps. She likes burning
things, even Seto... *evil laughter is heard from KJ's general direction*
Seto: How was this Gozaburo bashing?
Noa: Well, it wasn't really bashing...
KJ: *sighs* His tongue gets bit and his penis gets crushed. I didn't bash him,
Seto-chan did.
Trigne: Knew you could do it! And, thanks for saving my life...
Seto: No problem.
KJ: He's just prolonging the inevitable.
Trigne: How am I gonna die?
KJ: Don't know yet. It'll be a big blow to poor Seto-chan, though...
Seto: What is it with you and tormenting me?!
KJ: *points to Seiji, who is sleeping* All him...
Noa: Uhm, KJ-san, he was sleeping the whole time you were writing this
chapter...
KJ: -_-* Shut up...
-
Ja!
KJ
***** A Taste of Freedom *****
Chapter Summary
     When you love the man who hurts you and you have a nosey uncle, where
     can you turn? Seto's faced with this question now...
Chapter_11:_A_Taste_of_Freedom
 
When Seto woke up later, he found that he had been untied, but that the door
was closed. He groaned and sat up. He gasped in pain when his fresh wounds were
pulled. The one just barely missing his heart was oozing puss. He'd learned
enough from Goshin to know it was infected, not to mention that is hurt like
hell. None of his other wounds hurt as bad. He checked himself over. His legs
were covered in red lines, some bleeding slightly from his movements. The cuts
around his penis... He didn't even want to think about them! The cuts on his
stomach and along his old scar were both an angry red color. They were probably
infected too.
Seto glanced up to get a good look at his new surroundings. The air was stale,
even after their earlier actions, as if it had been unlived in for many years.
The room looked a bit like a child's room, but that wouldn't make any sense. He
and Mokuba were the only kids to have ever lived in this mansion, since it was
built after Gozaburo grew up. Unless, Gozaburo wasn't telling them something...
Seto's eyes caught sight of the bathroom and he forced himself to stand. He had
to go, and bad. He moved as quickly as he could, his body screaming with every
step.
When he got back out, he walked over to the door. It was unlocked, which was
nice, but he heard Goshin's voice out in the dining room. He was probably
trying to find his pupil. Seto wasn't about to face the man. He couldn't tell
him what happened. Gozaburo would end up in jail.
Now the only problem was clothing. The room he was now in was situated on the
main floor, and he had no way to get upstairs to his room without passing
through the dining room. As it was, the safest place in the mansion for him was
where he was right then, since both he and Mokuba had been forbidden to ever
enter the room. Seto sighed and closed the door, locking it as he did so. Then
he walked over to the dresser.
He found child's clothing inside. It was a little small for him, but it would
get him where he was going. He found one pair of pants that were dark enough so
they wouldn't show any blood, as well as a useable shirt. He'd already checked
the bathroom, and there was no sign of a first aid kit in there anywhere. The
only place he could go was to Trigne. He'd seen the name of their hotel when
he'd first seen Trigne. It had been on a napkin in the limo. He knew the place
well. It wasn't too far away. He just hoped he could make it. He put on the
clothing, making sure his wounds were covered, and pushed open the window.
~Thank Kami I'm on the first floor!~ he decided, slipping out of the window and
pulling it shut most of the way after him. If Gozaburo didn't close it later,
he could use it to get in and out of the house. ~I can't train for a while
anyway. I can barely move!~ Seto sighed as he slipped through the grounds and
out one of the side gates. He was on his way.
~~^**^~~
Goshin was watching Gozaburo carefully. He was being moody. The last time he
had acted like this, he had been beating Seto. Mokuba was upstairs getting a
few things. Gozaburo still hadn't told Goshin where Seto had gotten to.
"Gozaburo..." Goshin growled warningly. He was worried about his nephew. The
slight wounds Seto had been coming over with lately weren't enough to keep him
from the martial arts training he'd been receiving at Goshin's, so Goshin, true
to his promise, didn't say anything.
"Otousan Gozaburo?" Mokuba asked from the dining room door.
Gozaburo glanced up. "What is it, Mokuba?" he asked calmly.
"Where's oniisan?" the boy asked innocently.
"At some friend's house, I think. Trigne, or something..." Gozaburo mumbled.
"Trigne! He's here, in Domino?!" Mokuba grinned. "Wow! Those two are the best
of friends!"
Goshin looked at the boy in surprise. "Really? Tell us about this Trigne boy,
Mokuba," he asked, motioning for his young nephew to come over and sit in his
lap.
Mokuba did so. "Trigne was at the orphanage because his father abused him. Seto
never let me hear any of his stories, but I know there were times Trigne would
wake up in the middle of the night, screaming from them. He'd been there for
two years before we came, and he'd never opened up to anyone. Seto ended up
being the only one who could comfort him, and the only one he'd talk to in a
normal voice without snapping at him or being cold." Mokuba shrugged. "After a
year, the two were nearly inseparable. Trigne's like my other oniisan!"
Gozaburo frowned as he sat back in his chair. "Gozaburo, where did Trigne and
Seto meet?" Goshin asked quietly.
"The meeting today. Trigne's father works for me in another part of Japan, near
here. They ran off to the construction area and I had to go find them."
Gozaburo shrugged. "He's probably over at Trigne's hotel room."
Goshin pursed his lips. "Do you know where that is?"
Gozaburo shook his head. "I trust Seto to know when he needs to be back home,
and how to take care of himself. He'll be fine."
Goshin stood with a sigh. "Still... When he gets back home, have him call me.
He's never one to miss a training lesson." He smiled at Mokuba and sent him
outside, then turned back to his half brother. "Gozaburo, where is he?"
"No clue," Gozaburo answered with an indifferent shrug.
"What the hell did you do to him?!" Goshin suddenly exploded.
"Get out, now." Gozaburo's voice was cold. "When Seto get's home, you can ask
him! I'll have him call, but you have to get the hell out of my house." He
stood and met Goshin's eyes, his eyes glittering angrily. "Now."
Goshin snorted and turned. "One mark on his body and I'm turning you in. I'm
tired of playing games with you, brother. I'm sick and tired of it." Then he
left.
Gozaburo sat back down in his chair and allowed himself to doze off.
~~^**^~~
"I need the room number for Greti-san," Seto mumbled at the desk of the hotel.
"Let me call up. What is your name?" the woman asked calmly, picking up the
phone.
"Yagami," Seto said softly. His throat hurt too much to talk any louder.
The woman dialed the number and waited. Someone picked up. "Yes, is your father
there?" Pause. "No?" She took the phone from her ear and looked at Seto.
"Greti-san is not there. His son is."
"Yes. I need to speak with Trigne anyway..." Seto mumbled.
The woman nodded and went back to her phone. "Yes, there's a Yagami-san down
here waiting for you. He says he needs to speak with you." She paused. "Very
good, sir." She hung up. "He'll be down immediately."
"Arigatou," Seto rasped. He knew he was losing his voice, but he didn't care.
He needed to speak with his friend, see if Trigne could clean the wounds he
had. He could have, but there hadn't been a first aid kit to use.
"Yagami!" Trigne hurried from the stairs. He'd figured, when Seto had used his
original last name, that he wanted to stay low. He narrowed his eyes when he
saw the way his friend was walking. Although his room was only on the first
floor, he could tell that Seto wouldn't make it that far. "Come, we'll take the
elevator."
Seto nodded. "Arigatou..." he whispered, following the other. Trigne frowned,
but knew better than to ask.
~~^**^~~
"Here we are." Trigne let Seto walk in. He had his own room, since his adopted
father preferred his own room, whether his son was with him or not. Seto
stepped in and stood in the middle of the room, looking around. "Well, aren't
you gonna sit?" Trigne asked.
"I can't. It hurts too much," Seto rasped.
"You're losing your voice," Trigne pointed out.
Seto nodded. "I know." He sighed. "Where's your father?"
"Out. He has his own room, anyway." He walked over to look at a wet spot on
Seto's chest. He touched it lightly and Seto let out a hiss of pain. "Seto,
what did he do?" He sniffed his fingers, then looked up at his friend with
worry shining in his eyes. "You're bleeding."
Seto nodded. "In more than one place. He got mad at me for disobeying."
"Shirt off," Trigne ordered. Seto obeyed. Trigne pursed his lips at the sight
of the fresh wounds. "Damnit, Seto. That bastard could have killed you. What
else did he do?"
"Cut up my legs." Seto shivered. "More than that, too..."
Trigne nodded. "Take your pants off. I'll get the first aid kit."
"Arigatou–" Seto started coughing.
Trigne rushed from the room and came back with a cup of water. "Drink, now," he
ordered. Seto nodded and accepted the cup. "And no more talking for you. You'll
do more damage that way." Seto nodded again and Trigne left to get his first
aid kit. After his father, he'd taken to carrying it around everywhere, no
matter who he was with, or what the possible danger. He brought it back into
the main room, where Seto stood, his pants off, and had to bite back a cry. He
wasn't even wearing boxers, and he looked horrible. "Damnit..." He pulled open
his kit and got to work. It had been well-known knowledge at the orphanage that
Yagami Seto couldn't even bandage a paper cut, and the condition he was in now,
Trigne wouldn't trust him with much of anything.
"I can help..." Seto rasped.
"You can help by shutting up and standing still," Trigne ordered. "I don't care
if you finally learned how to use a bandage, let me do this." Seto nodded and
went back to nursing his water. They were silent for a couple minutes, while
Trigne worked, but soon Trigne had to break the silence. "How'd you start to
lose your voice?" he asked.
"Screaming," Seto mumbled.
"When he did this?" Seto nodded. "I'd say whip for your lower body, and for
this one cut here." He traced the cut along the old scar on Seto's chest, being
careful not to touch it. Seto nodded. "What about these other two?"
"Knife."
Trigne wouldn't let Seto see his face. He knew it was angry, but Seto didn't
want him to tell. He wasn't about to break the trust of his best, and only,
friend. "Hey, I never got to tell you how my life's been going," he realized
suddenly.
"Could you?" Seto asked softly.
"Sure." Trigne grinned. "Let's see, not too long after you and Mokuba left,
Gerti-san came to the orphanage and picked me. He said I had great potential,
mostly because I was a quiet person who knew when to keep my mouth shut, I
think." He stood. "Let me go get you some of my pants, okay? They'll fit you."
Seto nodded and Trigne disappeared into his room. When he came back out, he
helped Seto put the pants on, then got to work on his chest. "Jeeze... I'm
sorry if I hurt you, Seto," he said softly.
Seto nodded. "That's okay. You can't make it much worse." Trigne got to work,
moving slowly, but Seto still managed to let out a hiss of pain every now and
then. "When are you leaving?" Seto asked during a pause.
Trigne looked up and could see the sweat beading the other's face, not to
mention the intense pain in his eyes. "Two weeks. Do you want to stay here?"
"I'll need to call Goza-san," Seto mumbled.
"Seto!" Trigne cried, surprised. Seto jumped. "He beats you up, yet you want
him to know where the hell you are?! What's wrong with you?!"
"I-I-I..." Seto stammered before breaking down into sobs.
"Oh, Kami..." Trigne held Seto gently, careful of the other's wounds. "Gomen,
Seto... I didn't mean to upset you. You can call him, if you want." He sighed.
Seto was worse off than he'd ever been. He'd never really loved his father.
Seto loved his adopted family, his adopted father in general. He'd been moved
from a bad situation of just having an abusive father to a worse situation of
loving that abusive father.
"I-I should c-call him n-now," Seto mumbled.
"You want me to stay with you?" Trigne asked gently. Seto nodded and Trigne
walked over to the phone. "Here."
Seto nodded his thanks, then dialed his number. The phone rang about three
times before Gozaburo picked up.
"Hello?" Gozaburo asked in a sad voice.
"Gomen, for disobeying you," Seto mumbled.
Gozaburo let out a soft breath. "Arigatou, Kami. Seto-chan, where are you?"
"With Trigne," Seto mumbled.
"Are you coming home?" Gozaburo pushed.
"Nai."
Gozaburo sighed sadly. "I didn't think so. Goshin asked that you call him."
"What did he say? I know he was over there," Seto returned, his voice a little
stronger. Gozaburo wasn't going to come and get him. He always knew when it was
best to just let Seto alone.
"I thought I heard some sounds down the hall. He and Mokuba were asking where
you were. I told them you were with Trigne." Gozaburo sighed. "Goshin says he's
turning me in if he sees a single mark on your body."
"What did otouto-chan say?" Seto asked quietly.
"He was happy. I think he wants to see Trigne," Gozaburo's voice was empty.
"What do you want to do about your uncle?"
"Stay out of his way." Seto shrugged. "It's not his business."
"Actually, it is. He's going against his word as a doctor when he doesn't turn
me in, Seto-chan," Gozaburo pointed out.
"Listen, Goza-san, I know you didn't mean it. I'll just avoid him for a few
days. Won't bother me. I can go a few days without martial arts," Seto
grumbled.
"Seto!" Gozaburo groaned. "I told you, you're spoiled! You always find ways to
get around him."
"I don't care." Seto's tone was final. "I'll see you whenever."
"Alright. Call your uncle. Ai shiteru," Gozaburo said softly.
"Ai shiteru." Seto hung up. "I need to call Goshin. I missed my martial arts
class today, and Goza-san says Mokuba looked like he wanted to say hello to
you." He smiled at his friend, who had draped himself over a chair. Seto's face
fell. His feet were getting tired.
"Come here," Trigne ordered softly. Seto walked over with the phone. Trigne,
gently, sat Seto in his lap. "Better?' he asked.
"Hai..." Seto turned to the phone and dialed a new number. He waited a couple
seconds. "Hey, otouto-chan! How are you?" he asked, his voice happy.
"Oniisan!" Mokuba grinned at Goshin. "Are you hanging out with Trigne?"
"Yeah. Goza-san said I could spend the night. You wanna talk to Trigne?" Seto
replied.
"Hai!" Mokuba returned.
Seto grinned and handed the phone to his friend. "It's Mokuba."
Trigne nodded and took the phone. "Hey, Moku-kun. How're you?"
"I'm good!" Mokuba was hopping around on the couch. "Oniisan disappeared today
and Goshin and I went over to Otousan Gozaburo's house to check on him, and
Otousan Gozaburo said he was with you! Goshin didn't believe him, he rarely
does, but he was telling the truth!"
"Mokuba, I need to talk to your brother," Goshin warned.
"Okay!" Mokuba hopped off the couch. "Goshin needs to talk to oniisan, okay?"
"Okay. Maybe we can talk more later, neh, Moku-kun?" Trigne said with a grin.
"Hai!" Mokuba and Trigne each handed over the phone.
"Hello, Goshin." Seto's voice was cold.
"Are you with your friend?" Goshin asked quietly.
"Yes." Seto rolled his eyes. "Goza-san said I could stay over here for a while,
if I'd like."
"Are you hurt?" Goshin asked calmly.
"No," Seto returned. "Uhm, it sounds like Mokuba and Trigne want to meet up. If
we can arrange it, do you want us to all meet in the park tomorrow?"
"I have work," Goshin reminded the boy.
"I know that!" Seto replied sharply, then took a deep breath. "Gomen. I was
hoping for some time with just us. In case you haven't noticed, you and Goza-
san tend to follow us everywhere. Trigne and I'll keep an eye on otouto-chan
and return him home when you get home. I can get some money for food from Goza-
san tomorrow."
"I don't trust Gozaburo, Seto. You know that," Goshin said coldly. "I don't
want you over there by yourself."
"Shut up!" Seto shouted suddenly. "Stop trying to protect me! I can take care
of myself, damnit!" He slammed the phone down, breathing hard.
Trigne's arms encircled his shoulders. "What was that all about? I've never
seen you lose your temper."
"Goshin's always worrying about me," Seto mumbled, leaning against Trigne's
chest.
"With good reason, too," Trigne pointed out.
"Don't you start on me now too!" Seto whined.
Trigne chuckled, hugging Seto tightly. "Alright." He sighed. "Get some sleep,
Seto. You need it."
Seto nodded. "Arigatou, for everything."
"You would've done the same for me," Trigne pointed out.
Seto's breathing evened out as he fell asleep. Trigne soon followed.
-
~~A/N: Aw... That was so, KAWAII!!! Makes me want to huggle them!! Also, while
I was sitting in the car earlier, while I was writing chapter 10, actually, my
stepsisters were going through their CDs. I think we were listening to the The
Last_Dance CD and I heard a song that describes Seto and Gozaburo so damn well!
It's called You Make Me Sick, by Pink. Anyway, it works really well for chapter
10. So, if you happen to have that song sitting around somewhere, listen to it
as background music and read chapter 10 again, or just listen to it, and you'll
see. Oh, the strange things we learn! Goshin! You have upset my Seto-chan! Do
the DISCLAIMER!!
Goshin: Yeah, yeah... DISCLAIMER: KJ-sama doesn't own Yu-Gi-Ou! She loves Kaiba
Seto. He's her favorite character. She's only writing this because Gozaburo was
cruel to him, and she hints on this in almost all her fics. She felt the need
to explain her reasoning. Please, don't flame her. If you do, she threatens to
only use those flames to light her candles and oil lamps. She likes burning
things, even Seto... *evil laughter is heard from KJ's general direction*
KJ: *huggles Seto and Noa plushies* Hee... Can't huggle the real Seto-chan,
he's curled up with Trigne, and Noa's busy... *points to where Seto is curled
up in Trigne's arms and Noa is holding Gozaburo away from the two, with Goshin
and Kurai's help*
Kurai: KJ-kun! We could really use your help!!
KJ: *sighs and puts down plushies* Alright... This means I have to get to work
on the next chapter, ASAP!!
Gozaburo: Get your filthy hands off my son!
Noa: *sighs* I give up... *sobs*
Gozaburo: *stops struggling to kneel next to Noa and huggle him* I'm sorry,
Noa-chan... I'll pay attention to you now. I promise.
KJ: *picks plushies back up* Good. I can go back to cuddling!
-
Ja!
KJ
***** Kidnappers *****
Chapter Summary
     A quiet day in the park with Mokuba and Trigne can turn into a
     nightmare for a wounded Seto... Can he save the day in time?
Chapter_12:_Kidnappers
 
Gozaburo got up with a groan to answer the door. He'd fallen asleep on the
couch in the living room last night, after Seto had called. He planned on
calling in sick. He couldn't go to work this way! "What the hell do you..." He
stopped when he saw Seto and Trigne. "Ah... Come on in..."
"Ohayo, Goza-san!" Seto said cheerfully, leading his friend into the mansion.
"I came by to get a few things, and to ask you for some money..." His cheeks
were slightly red as he said this last bit.
Gozaburo sighed. "Sure." He led Seto upstairs, to his room, to get him the
money.
Seto glanced around the room. "Where'd you sleep?" he asked.
"On the couch. I didn't feel like coming upstairs." Gozaburo shrugged and
turned to look at the boy. Trigne had decided to stay downstairs. His eyes
softened. "Kami..." he mumbled, then hung his head. "I'm so sorry, Seto-
chan..." he whispered, cupping Seto's face in one hand.
Seto hurried into Gozaburo's arms. "Gomen nasai, Goza-san," he said softly.
"You're right, I was being stupid..."
Gozaburo shook his head and met Seto's eyes. "Seto, listen to me, you did
nothing wrong. I was in the wrong, not you." He groaned. "Kami, but I don't
deserve you..." Then he leaned in and brushed his lips against Seto's. Seto
returned the kiss.
The phone rang. Seto growled when Gozaburo pulled away. "Damnit..."
Gozaburo placed the money in Seto's hand. "Go get your stuff." Seto opened his
mouth to complain, but Gozaburo placed a silencing finger over his lips. "No,
don't argue with me. We both need a break from each other. If I can lose my
temper that easily and be that cruel, I need some time by myself. I'm planning
on staying home today, so you can drop by later, but I want you to spend that
week at Trigne's."
"But–" Seto tried.
Gozaburo shook his head and grabbed the phone. Seto sighed and headed out into
the hallway. "Goshin, how are you?" Gozaburo asked into the phone. He was
watching Seto leave and noticed immediately when Seto stiffened. "What? Is Seto
here?" Seto turned around and shook his head. "Ah, no... You just missed
him..." Gozaburo paused, his face turning colder with every passing second.
"You told him what?! Goshin!" Gozaburo shouted. "No wonder he snapped at you!"
He sighed. "Listen, Goshin, butt out. I love Seto, you know this." He paused.
"Oh, really? Well, if I find out you're following them around in the park, I'll
kill you. Being their uncle gives you no right to stalk them and watch their
every damn move! Leave my sons alone with their friend. Is that understood?" A
word from the other end, then Gozaburo hung up. He looked back at Seto with a
sigh. "You shouldn't be yelling at your uncle," he pointed out, before going
through a drawer in his desk.
"He was getting on my nerves," Seto grumbled.
Gozaburo smiled and walked over. He handed Seto a small cell phone. "If you see
Goshin stalking you or he starts to bother you, call me."
Seto took the phone. "Goza-san, you wouldn't really kill him, would you?"
Gozaburo sighed. "We'll see." He gave Seto a soft kiss on his forehead. "I
thought you were going to go get your stuff."
Seto shrugged. "I'll come by later and collect it. Trigne won't mind."
Gozaburo sighed and led Seto downstairs. "Alright." He looked at Trigne and
Seto. "Behave, you hear? I don't want anyone hurt, at least not any more than
they already are. Seto has my cell phone, in case of an emergency. I'm staying
home today."
Seto nodded. "Okay, Goza-san! We'll be back later!" He led Trigne out.
"Why're we going back later?" Trigne asked.
"To get my stuff. Goza-san thinks it's a great idea, my staying with you for a
week," Seto told his friend.
"Huh. Did you two make up?"
"Yeah. As much as we ever can." Seto sighed sadly.
Trigne hugged Seto around his shoulders gently. "It'll be okay, Seto. Trust
me."
~~^**^~~
"Oniisan!" Mokuba ran over and launched himself into Seto's arms.
Seto caught his brother, being cautious of the one sore spot on his chest in
general. "Hey, otouto-chan. I'm sorry I didn't visit yesterday."
"That's okay!" Mokuba hugged Seto around his neck. He had already caught on to
the fact that Seto was being cautious of a certain area on his chest, so was
careful not to bump it. He wasn't stupid.
Seto put his brother down. "I need to speak with Goshin. Why don't you and
Trigne talk, eh?" Mokuba nodded and allowed himself to be drawn away from his
brother and uncle. Seto met Goshin's eyes. "You have a job to go to. Don't let
me catch you following us around. If I do, I'm calling Goza-san." He narrowed
his blue eyes. "Stay out of my business." With that he turned away.
"He lied, didn't he? You were there when I called," Goshin accused.
"Yes. I was there. Trigne was waiting for me downstairs. We're going back
later, to get me some things. I'm staying at Trigne's hotel for a week," Seto
said coldly.
"He did beat you, then," Goshin whispered.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Seto's voice was sharp. "We'll drop
Mokuba off at your house when you get home and we're done." He walked over to
his brother and best friend.
Goshin clenched and unclenched his fists. Seto knew all of his tricks for
hiding from people, since he'd taught the boy all of them. Gozaburo was unaware
of what Goshin was teaching Seto in their sessions together. "Take care of
yourselves my ass," he growled. "He can't even protect himself. How does he
plan to protect the other two?" He spun around and stomped off.
Seto watched him go with a grin. That was one problem taken care of! "Oniisan?
How'd you hurt yourself this time?" Mokuba asked innocently.
Seto looked up at Trigne with a questioning look. Trigne shook his head. Seto
looked down at his brother. "What're you talking about, otouto-chan?"
Mokuba made a face. "You favor the left side of your chest. What did you do?"
"Observant, isn't he?" Trigne asked.
"When I was talking to Trigne the other day in the construction area, I tripped
and fell. Rammed into a pipe. I'm fine now," Seto said with a shrug.
"Now that that's solved, shall we head out?" Trigne asked the two.
"Oniisan, why'd you yell at Goshin last night?" Mokuba asked as they started
through the park.
Seto sighed. "I was in a bad mood, that's all. Don't worry about it, okay?"
Mokuba shrugged. "Okay!" He got an evil smile on his face. "Catch me if you
can!" he said before running across an open field.
Seto and Trigne looked at each other with a grin, then hurried after the
younger boy, their eyes alight with happiness.
~~^**^~~
The three were sitting on a park bench with ice cream. It hadn't taken long for
Seto to need a break from chasing his brother. His face didn't show it, but his
chest really did hurt him. He laughed along with the others at one of Mokuba's
jokes. Suddenly, he started coughing. His throat was still sore, and he was
wounded.
"Seto, what's wrong?" Trigne asked, immediately worried about his friend's
health.
Seto shook his head and closed his eyes against the pain in his chest. He
didn't trust his voice to speak, but he knew he needed to tell them he was
okay. "I'm fine," he whispered. "Just some ice cream down the wrong tube." He
forced a grin, his eyes still closed.
"Are you gonna finish your ice cream?" Mokuba asked.
Seto opened his eyes and handed it over. "Go ahead."
Mokuba accepted the food with a frown. Seto's eyes were pain-filled. "Oniisan,
you're not okay," he pointed out.
"Heh..." Seto shook his head and stood. "I'll be right back..." He turned and
walked over to some bushes.
Trigne put out a hand to stop Mokuba. "He'll be fine," he said softly.
"What happened to him?" Mokuba asked sadly. "Is his chest hurting him?"
Trigne frowned. "I'm afraid so." He hugged Mokuba lightly. "Just give him a
couple seconds, okay?" Mokuba nodded and started on his brother's ice cream,
his eyes where Seto had disappeared to.
Seto, meanwhile, was dialing Gozaburo's number. The phone picked up almost
immediately. "Moshi-moshi?" Gozaburo's voice said calmly.
"Hey, Goza-san..." Seto whispered. His throat was back to being raw.
"Seto-chan! What's wrong?" Gozaburo asked, worried.
"I need a ride home. I... My chest hurts, and my throat is all raw. We were
chasing Mokuba and I nearly collapsed," Seto mumbled.
"Oniisan!" Mokuba shouted suddenly.
"I gotta go! We're by the ice cream cart in the park," Seto told Gozaburo, then
hung up quickly. He hurried to see what was going on, using all the techniques
he knew to stay out of sight. Something in Mokuba's voice scared him.
"Get away, you bastard," Trigne growled, standing between a man in black and
Mokuba. Trigne was holding his arm, as if he'd been hurt.
"Hand over the boy and I'll leave you in peace," the man growled. He held a
bloody knife in one hand.
"What do you want with Moku-kun?" Trigne hissed.
"Use him against his brother and father. Move, boy," the man said with an evil
laugh.
Seto caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. Another man stood behind
Trigne and Mokuba, a knife aimed at Trigne from behind. "Trigne, duck!" Seto
shouted. Running to where the man was.
The man in the bushes, surprised, threw the knife. Trigne ducked, pulling
Mokuba down with him. The knife hit the first man in the chest, sending him
down. Seto got to the knife-thrower as the man stood to meet him. "Seto! Get
out of there!" Trigne shouted as the man sent a kick Seto's way. The man was
nearly twice Seto's size.
The man flashed a smile as the kick came at Seto's cheek. Seto hand came up,
caught the foot, and twisted it sideways. The man, unbalanced, fell. "Stay away
from my brother," Seto hissed angrily.
"So, you're Kaiba Seto." The man jumped up to his feet and faced Seto, ready
for anything.
Well, anything but the kick that landed in the center of his stomach, thanks to
Seto. The man gasped and landed on his knees, grasping the bruise that was
forming behind his shirt. "Stay there, you bastard," Seto growled before
pushing through the bushes and to his brother, who quickly hugged him tightly.
"Kami... It's okay, otouto-chan. I'm right here," Seto mumbled in the boy's
ear.
"Not bad," Trigne commented, walking over. "You learned that from your uncle?"
Seto shook his head. "Hell, no! Goshin only teaches me to sneak around and a
few simple kicks, punches, and blocks. Goza-san taught me how to think on my
feet like that." He grimaced. "I'm not even sure he knows he's taught me. I
just used the fighting skills I'd learned from Goshin and mixed them with some
of the things I've been learning on my own. Too many martial arts videos..."
Trigne chuckled. "You know those things are stupid."
"Maybe, but they taught me that." Seto shrugged, gasping as he pulled the wound
on his chest. "Aw, fuck," he groaned.
A car pulled up and Gozaburo stepped out. He got a good look at the area, then
walked over to the three, after a quick word to his driver. "What happened?" he
asked.
"Otousan Gozaburo! What're you doing here?" Mokuba asked.
"I called him," Seto mumbled. He looked over at Trigne.
Trigne nodded. "While Seto was calling you, this guy came up and tried running
off with Mokuba. I stopped him. Seto, who was in the bushes, saw another guy
behind us and told me to duck. The other guy, apparently surprised, threw the
knife he had, but I'd ducked, so it hit his partner, instead. Seto kinda took
care of the other guy." He pointed to a shape in the bushes.
"Hum..." Gozaburo walked over to where the other man was and dragged him out.
"Looks like we have a couple kidnappers. I was afraid this would happen." He
tossed the man on the ground in front of him, then looked back at the boys.
"Trigne, you're arm is cut. We should treat that. Seto, Mokuba, are either of
you hurt?"
"Oniisan has a wound on his chest," Mokuba said quickly. "He says he tripped in
the construction site."
"I know." Gozaburo looked at Seto calmly. "Well?" he asked.
"I-I think I might have pulled something..." Seto mumbled.
Gozaburo sighed. "We'll check when we get home. My driver called the police.
They'll be here shortly."
Trigne opened the pack he'd been wearing on his back. "Kaiba-sama, could you
try and dress my arm for me? I have my first aid kit, but I'm afraid I can't do
it, and I don't trust Seto with bandages."
Seto stuck out his tongue at his friend while Gozaburo nodded and accepted the
kit. "And you can call me Gozaburo," Gozaburo grumbled, pulling open the kit.
He looked over at Seto. "Sit down. You're shaking," he ordered.
Seto nodded and sat on the bench they'd been using earlier. "Oniisan, what is
it?" Mokuba asked, still in Seto's arms.
Seto sighed and hugged Mokuba close. "I don't want to lose you, otouto-chan. I
was so scared."
Mokuba hugged Seto back. "But you didn't, right? I'm still right here!"
"Yeah..." Seto took a deep breath. "Good thing you shouted."
Mokuba shrugged and smiled. "Oniisan always said he'd be right there to protect
me. Both my oniisans protected me this time!"
Trigne and Seto's eyes met. "I guess that's true," Seto mumbled.
The police showed up, arrested the living man, took care of the dead one, got a
statement from each of the four there, then let the group go back to the
mansion.
~~^**^~~
Mokuba and Trigne were getting something to eat downstairs while Seto and
Gozaburo were in Gozaburo's room, Gozaburo gently treating the wounds on Seto's
upper body. Seto had said the rest were fine. Since he hadn't been limping,
Gozaburo let it slide. "Kami, Seto-chan, what were you thinking when you
attacked that man?" Gozaburo growled. "You're hurt."
"No thanks to you," Seto said darkly. Gozaburo didn't say anything. "I was
thinking that I might lose my otouto, and my best friend, if I didn't do
something. You would have done the same thing. Don't try telling me otherwise.
I know you better than anyone, even your brother," Seto told the man, his voice
softer.
"I am sorry..." Gozaburo whispered.
"That's what you always say," Seto pointed out.
Gozaburo grabbed the boy's chin roughly and forced him to meet his eyes. "You
little asshole," he growled.
"You gonna hit me?" Seto asked calmly, his body shaking. "You gonna beat me up
and send me off? Maybe chaining me to a bed would be the easiest way." Gozaburo
turned away and grabbed the first aid kit, to put it away. Seto, knowing he'd
hurt the man, jumped off the bed and grabbed him from behind, causing Gozaburo
to stop. "I'm sorry..." Seto whispered. "I think you're right. We both need a
little time to ourselves. Now we're snapping at each other."
Gozaburo turned around and hugged Seto tightly, burying his face in the boy's
hair. He just held Seto. Neither said another word for a long time.
-
~~A/N: I'm not saying it...
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Ou! I love Kaiba Seto. He's my favorite
character. I'm only writing this because his adoptive father was cruel to him,
and I hint on this in almost all my fics. I felt the need to explain my
reasoning. Please, don't flame me. If you do, I shall only use those flames to
light my candles and oil lamps. I like burning things, even Seto... *evil
laughter*
KJ: I'm going to bed now...
Trigne: Writer's block?
KJ: Sadly, yes. I have a slight case of writer's block! *runs into her corner
to cry, huggling Seto and Noa plushies*
Seto & Noa: *eyes pop* Where'd she got those?
Kurai: YnK.
Seto & Noa: Oh...
-
Ja!
KJ
***** Realizations *****
Chapter Summary
     Seto's gonna spend a week at Trigne's huh? Well, shoot, we all knew
     Seto-chan was hot!!
Chapter_13:_Realization
 
"Here we are." Trigne let Seto into the hotel room. They'd gotten the things
Seto would need, dropped Mokuba back off at Goshin's, and then gone back to the
hotel. Trigne had gotten a key for Seto on their way in, so Seto wouldn't end
up locked out of the room.
Seto sighed and dropped his bag on the couch. "Now what?" he asked, looking
around the room.
"I don't know." Trigne walked over to Seto and made him sit down on the couch
with him. He draped an arm over Seto's shoulders.
Seto felt his heart speed up. "Ah... We could watch the TV," he suggested
quickly.
"Hum... We could..." Trigne used a finger to trace Seto's ear.
~What the hell?!~ Seto stood quickly and turned to look at Trigne. "What are
you doing?"
Trigne stood and met Seto's eyes. "You're so cute when you're afraid," he
purred before leaning in to kiss Seto on the lips.
~What's with these people?!~ Seto ordered his body to move away, but it
wouldn't listen. Rather, it moved closer. Trigne's arms encircled his waist
lightly. ~No! You have to get out of here! What will Goza-san say?!~ he
screamed to himself.
~Who cares?~ his mind replied. ~It's not like he has to find out. We just won't
tell him.~
Trigne pulled away and watched emotions flash across Seto's face. He brought
one hand up to rest it softly on one side of Seto's face. "What are you
thinking about, Seto-chan?" he mumbled.
Seto sighed. "You'll get in trouble if Goza-san finds out," he grumbled.
"So? We just won't tell him." He made to kiss Seto again.
Seto stopped him with a hand. "What about when you leave?"
Trigne moved Seto's hand. "We'll think about that later." He kissed Seto again.
Seto sighed mentally and kissed back. He let his hands move under Trigne's
shirt and up the other's chest. Trigne shivered and pulled Seto closer. ~This
is so different from being with Goza-san...~ Seto thought peacefully.
Trigne pulled away to pull off his shirt, then Seto's. He let his hands run
down Seto's bandaged chest. "Hum..." He dipped in to suck at Seto's neck.
Seto moaned. ~Kami...~ He let one of his hands hang at his side, but the other
he ran through Trigne's hair. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back.
Someone knocked at the room door. "Trigne-kun?" a man's voice asked through the
door.
Trigne sighed and pulled away to open the door. "Hello, otousan," he mumbled
softly. He didn't seem to care that he wasn't wearing a shirt.
Seto grabbed their shirts and his bag and hurried back to the bedroom without
being seen. ~Damnit!~ he thought angrily as he threw his shirt back on.
"Seto? Come out. I want you to meet Greti-san," Trigne called.
Seto wandered back out. The man he'd seen yesterday stood next to Trigne, who
looked bored. Seto bowed respectfully. "Greti-san," he mumbled.
Greti, as we'll call him, nodded. "So, Trigne-kun tells me Kaiba-sama has given
you permission to stay with my son for a week. Why is this?"
Seto sighed. He'd expected this. "Goza-san and I tend to be the only two at the
mansion most of the time, and we tend to get on one another's nerves really
quickly. When I suggested staying with Trigne, Goza-san thought it was a great
idea, since it meant a week of us not getting on each other's nerves."
"I see." Greti pointed to the couch. "Shall we all sit?" The three all sat,
Seto in a chair, since he didn't feel comfortable sitting next to his friend
right then, let alone his friend's adopted father. "I heard there was a
kidnapping attempt at the park today. Are you two well?" he asked, getting to
his point after a moment of silence.
"I got cut, but I'll be fine, otousan," Trigne said softly. "Gozaburo-san fixed
it for me."
"Humph." Greti looked at Seto. "And you?"
"I'm fine." Seto said with the slightest of shrugs.
"Good." Greti stood. "You two better behave yourselves," he warned with a stern
look, then smiled slightly. "What do you say to us all eating out tonight?"
Seto smiled and nodded. Trigne shrugged. "Fine with me."
Greti made a face at his adopted son. "Get a shirt on and we'll leave now." He
told the boy.
Trigne sighed and got to his feet. "Alright, alright..." He wandered to the
back, grumbling something to himself.
Seto smiled after him and used the chair's arm to get to his feet. "Uhm, Goza-
san said that he'll pay for my stay, if you'd like." He said softly.
Greti shrugged. "Nice of him to offer, but I think we'll manage. Kaiba Corp is
paying for most of the stay anyway." He made a face as Trigne came back out. "I
should have told you to get a nice shirt on, I guess." He grumbled.
Seto hid a smile behind his hand while Trigne let out an annoyed sigh. "Well,
I'm not changing. Let's go out to a normal restaurant for once. I'm tired of
going to those expensive places where they put little plants on your plate and
expect you to sit there and stare at it when you're done eating." He grumbled,
then looked at Seto. "What about you, Seto?"
Seto made a face. "I wouldn't know. Goza-san doesn't take us out to eat. He's
always too busy."
"You need to live a little!" Trigne exclaimed. "Otousan, the votes have been
cast in and counted, we're all going out to McDonald’s!"
Greti groaned. "Alright! You win! Kami..." He shook his head as Trigne did a
victory dance. "Let's head out, boys." Trigne grabbed Seto's arm and dragged
him along after his adopted father.
~~^**^~~
"Good night, you two," Greti said with a smile before disappearing into his
room.
Trigne grabbed Seto's arm lightly. "Follow me. I wanna show you something."
Seto nodded and allowed Trigne to lead him to the elevator. They went to the
top and got off.
Seto glanced around at the quiet room. A few people were sitting in the lounge
chairs, reading or writing something. Beyond them were the doors out to the
roof. Trigne led Seto out these. On the roof was a slight patio with a fence
around it. No one was out there. "Wow..." Seto whispered, glancing up at the
stars.
"Come on." Trigne pulled Seto to a small chair next to the fence. "Can you make
it over the fence, do you think?" he asked.
Seto sighed and used the chair to vault himself over the fence. "Yes," he
replied.
Trigne scrambled over a little less gracefully. "That's just annoying," he
grumbled.
"Just because I'm wounded doesn't mean I can't move as if I weren't, once I've
had a little time to heal," Seto pointed out. He sighed. "What are we doing up
here, Trigne?" he asked.
Trigne took his hand and led him to a small corner where the light from the
patio didn't reach and sat them down. He hugged Seto around his shoulders
gently and pointed up. "Aren't they beautiful?"
Seto glanced up and nodded. "Yeah..." He sighed and leaned his head against
Trigne's shoulder. "It's so peaceful up here," he mumbled.
"That's why I like it." Trigne leaned his head forward and caught Seto's lips
with his own. Seto stiffened for a moment, then relaxed.
"Trigne?" Seto asked when Trigne pulled away.
"What is it?" Trigne asked, his voice lust-filled.
Seto shivered. "Why're you doing this?"
Trigne frowned, his mood changing quickly, as needed. "I guess, because I'm
trying to wean you away from Gozaburo."
Seto frowned and turned to face his friend. "Why?"
Trigne sighed. "Seto, he beats you. I know you love him and stuff, but, if he
can't control his anger, then he needs to be in jail."
"Nai." Seto's face was cold.
Trigne rolled his eyes. "I knew you were going to say that." He put his hands
on Seto's shoulders. "Give me this week. At least try and give me a chance.
Please. I really do love you."
Seto sighed and hung his head. "Alright." He bit his lip. ~What am I doing?!~
~You're giving him a chance,~ his mind said.
~I'm killing him,~ Seto returned as Trigne lifted his face.
~And he doesn't care,~ his mind pointed out.
"Seto..." Trigne kissed Seto's cheek, where a tear was leaving it's mark.
"You're crying..."
Seto launched himself into Trigne's arms. "H-he'll k-kill you..." he stammered
through his tears.
Trigne hugged Seto tightly. "I don't give a fuck," he said coldly.
"W-why?"
"Because I'd kill myself if I didn't do anything to stop him hurting you,"
Trigne replied calmly.
Seto gave himself over to his sobs. ~I'm gonna lose him...~ he thought. ~I'm
gonna lose him so fast...~
~Who cares. Give up on Gozaburo and you'll still have Trigne around, but only
if you give up on Gozaburo in time,~ his mind pointed out.
~No matter what I do, I'm gonna lose one of them...~ Seto realized.
~Exactly.~
-
~~A/N: Ouch. That's a sharp realization! I feel so bad for what I'm putting
Seto-chan through, but I guess it can't be helped! {And he's so damn cute too!}
As you'll all remember, Trigne keeps bringing up the fact that I'm gonna kill
him off anyway. Poor Seto-chan...
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Ou! I love Kaiba Seto. He's my favorite
character. I'm only writing this because his adoptive father was cruel to him,
and I hint on this in almost all my fics. I felt the need to explain my
reasoning. Please, don't flame me. If you do, I shall only use those flames to
light my candles and oil lamps. I like burning things, even Seto... *evil
laughter*
Trigne: Whatever happened to that lemon you promised you'd write for this
chapter?
KJ: I didn't say it would be for this chapter specifically!!!
Noa: She has a point. *looks at KJ* What about my lemon?
KJ: I've started the fic, okay? I'll work more on it later.
Seto: Define later.
KJ: Whenever I find some time to myself.
Seto & Noa: Damn!
-
Ja!
KJ
***** Ai Shiteru and Daisuki *****
Chapter Summary
     Can Trigne help Seto?
     LEMON WARNING!!!
Chapter_14:_Ai_Shiteru_and_Daisuki
 
{A/N: LEMON_WARNING!! Thank you...}
-
~~^*Dream Sequence*^~~
"Seto-chan, can I talk to you?" Seto's uncle stood in the doorway of the room
the Yagami brothers were playing with their cousins in. Seto stood and followed
the man from the room. He sat the seven-year-old down in the living room, with
his aunt and eldest cousin. His aunt was crying. His cousin was giving him a
stern look.
"What's wrong?" Seto asked suddenly.
"We have bad news..." his uncle started.
"Just tell me!!" Seto cried out.
"Your father is dead, Seto-kun," his cousin hissed.
Seto's eyes widened and he left out a cry of anguish. "PAPA!!"
~~^*End Dream Sequence*^~~
-
"Seto!" Trigne shook Seto harshly.
Seto's eyes flew open. "W-wha?" He was breathing hard.
"You were screaming something," Trigne said, leaning back on his heels. They
were still on the roof.
Seto stood and walked to the building's edge. He hadn't had that nightmare in
forever. He'd been so upset when his father died and hadn't stopped crying on
and off for over a week, having the nightmare every night. He would wake up,
screaming, waking the whole household. He'd stopped having the nightmare after
his father's funeral. The others had understood. He'd been close to his father,
especially after his mother's death.
"Seto-chan? What is it?" Trigne's hands wrapped around Seto's waist, calming
him.
"My father... I miss him... I haven't had that nightmare since before I went to
the orphanage..." Seto mumbled, leaning back into Trigne's embrace.
Trigne nibbled at Seto's earlobe. "Wanna return to my room?" he whispered.
Seto knew he wouldn't be going back to sleep for a while, so nodded. Trigne led
him back over the fence and down to his room, where they could have a
distraction.
~~^**^~~
Though neither boy was a virgin, they were still unsure of how to proceed.
Trigne didn't want to hurt Seto anymore than he already was, and Seto was
conscious to the fact that this was placing his best friend's life in danger.
Neither boy wanted his actions to destroy the friendship they shared,
especially since neither boy had any other real friends.
Seto glanced over at Trigne, who had just come out of the bathroom, the toilet
running behind him. Seto was sitting on the bed, his shirt discarded because of
the warm night. He shivered as he watched Trigne's bare chest ripple with
hidden muscles that he didn't use. ~Maybe I can teach him some martial arts...~
Seto decided as Trigne sat next to him.
Trigne placed his arm around Seto's shoulders and drew them closer. Seto leaned
against the other with a sigh. "What are you thinking about this time, Seto-
chan?" Trigne asked softly. In response, Seto cuddled closer to Trigne. Trigne
seemed to understand and leaned Seto's head back so their lips could meet.
They fell back onto the bed, still in each other's arms. Seto's hands traveled
over Trigne's chest delicately. Trigne shivered from the contact, but didn't
break their kiss. Instead, he pulled Seto's head closer to his own and ran his
hands through Seto's soft brown hair.
Seto sighed and broke the kiss, needing air. He was laying on top of Trigne and
looked down into his loving eyes. As he was captured by those same eyes, he
vaguely felt a hand undoing his pants, but didn't seem to care. Rather, one of
his own hands moved to help it in its task.
Both boys were soon naked and laying on the bed, their erections obvious. Seto
moved his erection against Trigne's and Trigne let out a moan of pleasure. Seto
wet a couple of his fingers and placed them into Trigne. Trigne let out a soft
gasp due to the pain he was unused to after the few years away from his father.
"Are you okay?" Seto asked softly, his hand stopping.
Trigne gave him an annoyed look. "Use your head, genius," he grumbled.
Seto grinned. "Alright then!" He continued stretching Trigne, kissing him
softly at the same time. When he figured Trigne ready, he broke the kiss and
positioned himself over his friend's entrance. Just before he pushed in, Trigne
restarted the kiss.
Trigne gasped into Seto's mouth at the slight pain. His father had never been
gentle, and he knew he still had scars. He felt the delicate tissue pull, but
bit back his pain, not wanting Seto to worry. If he told Seto, the other would
stop, and Trigne didn't want that. Instead, he intensified the kiss, smiling to
himself as Seto sped up his thrusts.
Then, Seto hit that one spot that made all the pain worth it. Trigne let out a
moan of pleasure and Seto grinned. The boy on top aimed for that spot again and
smiled even wider at the response he got at hitting it again.
Trigne felt his climax coming on and brought Seto's lips to his own again,
determined to not wake the rest of the hotel with his cries. When he came onto
Seto's and his stomachs, his cry of pleasure was muffled by Seto's mouth.
Seto's own climax followed Trigne's, shooting his seed into his friend.
Seto forced himself to pull out of Trigne before collapsing next to him and
pulling the warm body to his own. He grabbed the blanket at the end of the bed
when he'd gotten his breath back and drew it over them. Trigne snuggled against
Seto's chest, his mind forcing him to be careful of the wounds Seto wore. "Ai
shiteru..." Trigne mumbled, his eyes heavy.
Seto bit his lip and hugged Trigne softly, fighting tears. ~I cannot tell him
that truthfully,~ he cried to himself.
Trigne sighed sadly. He knew Seto was still unsure about his emotions. Still,
it hurt that his friend couldn't say anything in return. "Seto-chan?" he
whispered looking up into sad eyes.
"Daisuki, Trigne-chan..." Seto mumbled before leaning down to kiss Trigne.
Trigne sighed to himself and closed his eyes. It still hurt, but Seto's words
had given him hope. With time, he might just reach Seto. Hopefully, he wouldn't
be too late.
-
~~AN: Got a flame that I responded to in this chapter. The response has been
removed.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Ou! I love Kaiba Seto. He's my favorite
character. I'm only writing this because his adoptive father was cruel to him,
and I hint on this in almost all my fics. I felt the need to explain my
reasoning. Please, don't flame me. If you do, I shall only use those flames to
light my candles and oil lamps. I like burning things, even Seto... *evil
laughter*
Seto: Can I bash the flamer?
KJ: Absolutely not! I need to piss people off! It's one of my hobbies! If you
were to bash her, I wouldn't be pissing her off, now would I be?
Noa: She has a point.
Seto: A pointless point...
KJ: Seto-chan... *sighs* You mortals are hopeless!!
Seiji: O.o ...And what does that make you?
KJ: A god.
Seiji: ...right..... *blinks*
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Ja!
KJ
***** Greti Finds Out *****
Chapter Summary
     The morning/day after is looking like it's gonna be pretty hectic for
     both Seto-chan and Trigne...
     LIME WARNING!!!
Chapter_15:_Greti_Finds_Out
 
Seto sighed as he woke with the dawn, something Gozaburo had inadvertently
taught him. He climbed out of the bed, careful not to wake Trigne, and wandered
over to the bathroom. He closed the bathroom door behind him softly and walked
over to the shower to start the water. While he was waiting for the water to
warm off, he carefully peeled off the bandages covering his body. He looked
much better, thanks to his constant workouts with his uncle.
When the water was the right temperature, Seto got in and closed his eyes,
allowing the water to sting his scarred body. He let his thoughts drift back to
the problem at hand. Gozaburo's hurt look from the day before flew across his
mind. ~I know he loves me, and I love him too, but Trigne's right, he shouldn't
be hurting me.~ Seto leaned against the shower wall. ~I just don't know what to
do about Trigne! He's my friend, and I'm learning to love him, but, if Goza-san
finds out...~
~You're jinxing yourself,~ Seto's mind told him dryly.
~I'm not trying to!~ Seto cried. ~I don't want Trigne hurt...~
~He'll be hurt, no matter what you do. He loves you too much to just let you
go, and you know it. Just let him decide his own fate. He knows the dangers,~
his mind pointed out.
~But...~ Seto wasn't ready to lose this argument.
"Seto-chan?" Trigne's tired voice floated through the door. "Are you okay? Can
I come in?"
"Sure," Seto mumbled a soft reply, halfway hoping that Trigne couldn't hear
him.
The bathroom door opened and Trigne entered, closing the door behind him once
again. He walked over to the shower and joined his best friend. Seto was still
leaning against the wall, his eyes closed in thought. Trigne rested his hands
against the wall on either side of Seto's head and leaned in to kiss the other
boy.
Seto's eyes shot open at the unexpected contact. Trigne smiled slightly as he
drew back, leaving his hands against the wall. "What're you thinking about,
Seto-chan?" he asked softly, his eyes filled with love for Seto.
Seto sighed, shaking his head. "Nothing," he mumbled.
Trigne removed one of his hands from the wall and trailed it down Seto's front,
careful to not aggravate anything. He was pleased to see that Seto was healing
as well as he was. Even the place where he'd been stabbed had a tough scab
covering it, protecting it to give it time to heal. Seto moaned slightly when
Trigne's hand stopped to stroke his penis. Trigne grinned at the response.
"Nothing, huh?" He leaned in and captured Seto's mouth in his own, still
stroking the other with one hand while balancing himself with the other hand.
Seto bit back another moan and pulled away from Trigne's mouth. "Are you
sure...we should...be doing this?" he gasped, trying to squirm away from
Trigne's other hand.
Trigne adopted a hurt expression. "Don't you like it?"
Seto was saved from speaking when there came a soft knock on the bathroom door.
"You two can screw each other later," Greti called through the door. "Kaiba-
sama is waiting downstairs for Seto."
Trigne's face turned a bright red and he pulled away. "Hai!" he called back.
Seto stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel. Greti didn't sound mad, just
annoyed, so he walked out with the towel around his chest, falling down to
cover his thighs. He didn't have time to worry about bandaging things, so hoped
Gozaburo didn't have anything too strenuous planned for the day. He also hoped
Greti would leave him to dress in peace.
Greti stood in the bathroom doorway, watching Seto. He rose his eyebrows at the
healing scabs covering Seto's legs. "What happened?" he asked lightly.
"I got caught in some prickly bushes when I was playing with my brother the
other day." Seto met the other man's eyes, his own emotionless. "Mind giving me
a little privacy?"
Greti shrugged and turned. "I'll be waiting in the main area," he said before
disappearing, a slight smile tugging at his lips. Although Gozaburo was an
annoyingly cold ass, and some of those traits were wearing off on Seto, Greti
liked the boy. He didn't stand down, he wasn't shy, and he knew how to have
fun. The only thing that bothered Greti was the look in Seto's eyes. The boy's
eyes weren't innocent, like a child's. They were hard, like a man who had seen
much in life, or like Trigne's. The only difference between the hard looks in
the two's eyes was that Trigne's held a tint of timidness in them, while Seto's
held pain and a bone-chilling coldness.
Seto closed the door behind the man with a sigh of relief and let the towel
drop to the floor. Then he walked over to his bag and pulled out a pair of soft
pants, boxers, and a soft shirt. He dressed, picked up his towel from the floor
and placed it on a chair instead, and walked out to where Greti sat on the
couch. The sound of the water shutting off deepened the silence. "Ohayo..."
Seto mumbled, leaning against the wall and waiting for Trigne to walk out.
Greti nodded and glanced up as Trigne entered the room, a towel hanging about
his waist loosely. Seto bit his lip and forced himself to look away. Trigne had
gotten him all fired up in the shower. Trigne grinned at Seto's reaction. Greti
sighed as he caught the actions of the two boys. "We'll talk later," Greti
warned both boys as he stood. They nodded seriously. "Seto, come with me.
Trigne-kun, once you're dressed, join us downstairs." Trigne nodded and headed
back to his room while Seto followed Greti from the room, making certain he had
his key to get back in later.
~~^**^~~
Gozaburo glanced up from the bench he had been sitting on when he heard the
elevator doors open. He stood with a smile when he saw Seto hurry towards him.
When Seto reached him, he hugged the boy gently.
Greti walked towards them a little more slowly and frowned inwardly when
Gozaburo hugged Seto gently. It wasn't exactly the hug that bothered him, but
the look Gozaburo gave Seto. It was almost as if the older man were deeply in
love with his adopted son, but that didn't seem right to Greti. If it was, then
it looked like Seto returned the feelings, which would make for a very
difficult love between Seto and Trigne.
"You got a shower. Good," Gozaburo commented, smiling.
"Did we have something to do today?" Seto asked, giving Gozaburo an annoyed
look. "And if so, how can I get out of it?"
Gozaburo sighed, the joke not changing the annoyance and slight anger in his
voice. "We didn't, until your uncle called me this morning and insisted on a
family outing. I'm afraid he won't let either of us out of it."
Seto ground his teeth together. "He just doesn't know when to leave well enough
alone," he growled, his cheerful attitude gone in mere seconds.
Gozaburo shrugged. "He's your uncle, Seto. He's worried about you."
Trigne hurried over from the stairs, breathless from having run all the way
down them. "What did I miss?" he asked breathlessly, purposely distancing
himself from Seto around Gozaburo. Greti frowned at this. He'd have to get an
explanation out of Trigne later.
"Goshin insists on a family outing," Seto said dryly.
"I promised to pick him and Mokuba-kun up in ten minutes," Gozaburo warned.
Seto nodded. "Then we'd better go. I'll be back this evening." Trigne and Greti
nodded and Seto followed Gozaburo out to the waiting limo.
"Trigne-kun, we need to talk," Greti warned his adopted son. Trigne nodded
silently, watching Seto get into the back of the limo with Gozaburo. When the
door closed and Seto was out of sight, Trigne turned and followed Greti back to
the elevator, to return to his room.
-
~~A/N: Short chapter... Sorry about that... Greti-san, do the DISCLAIMER!!
Greti: Yes ma'am... DISCLAIMER: KJ-sama doesn't own Yu-Gi-Ou! She loves Kaiba
Seto. He's her favorite character. She's only writing this because Kaiba-sama
was cruel to him, and she hints on this in almost all her fics. She felt the
need to explain her reasoning. Please, don't flame her. If you do, she
threatens to only use those flames to light her candles and oil lamps. She
likes burning things, even Seto... *evil laughter is heard from KJ's general
direction*
KJ: Okay, this is a REALLY short update, since I'm tired... I have some new
banners and even some new triangles up. Instead of naming the shit load, you
can all just go to my site and look at them yourselves!!
Seto: And, while you're there, sign the guestbook, please...
Noa: So she'll stop complaining about it... -_-*
KJ: What they said! R+R!!!
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Ja!
KJ
***** The Zoo *****
Chapter Summary
     We get to go to the zoo!!! Well, Mokuba-kun, Seto-chan, Goza-san, &
     that ass Goshin do...
Chapter_16:_The_Zoo
 
Mokuba ran to open the door for the awaited visitors. "Oniisan!" he cried
happily, throwing himself into his brother's arms. Although they'd been
together yesterday, Mokuba was constantly missing his big brother.
"Ohayo, otouto-chan." Seto hugged Mokuba gently.
"Mokuba-kun requested we go to the zoo," Goshin informed the two newcomers.
"The zoo, huh?" Seto tickled Mokuba gently. "You wanna go to the zoo?"
Mokuba giggled hopelessly. "Un!" he finally got out. Seto stopped, laughing
lightly.
Goshin looked at Gozaburo. The CEO was smiling softly, leaning against the
doorframe and watching his sons fondly. "So, let's head out," Goshin cut in.
Seto didn't even look at him, just picked Mokuba up and turned to Gozaburo.
"Car!" he ordered.
Gozaburo sighed. Seto was the only person he let boss him around. Not even
Mokuba could get away with it without a dark look. "I guess we'll have to, if
we ever want to go anywhere, that is." He moved out of the way and Seto ran
down the front steps to the waiting car, Mokuba in his arms.
"Be careful!" Goshin shouted after them. He didn't want Seto dropping Mokuba in
his rush.
Gozaburo stopped Goshin with a hand on his shoulder. Their eyes met. "Leave
Seto-chan alone," he hissed. "You've pissed him off enough in the past couple
days, don't you agree?"
Goshin narrowed his eyes at his half brother. "I'd leave him alone plenty if I
knew you wouldn't hurt him."
"Why do you accuse me of so many things, Goshin? Why is it that you always see
me as the bad guy?" Gozaburo's voice was soft, although anger-filled.
"I remember what you were like as a kid, Gozaburo. I remember how you acted
when you visited. You two are so alike. You beat him, yet he loves you, so
he'll never turn you in." His voice was soft, but suddenly turned ugly. "I'm
taking you to court. There is nothing you can do about it. I'm getting to the
bottom of this, Kami-sama help me." With that, Goshin slammed and locked his
house door, then walked down to the limo coldly.
Gozaburo stared after him, his eyes wide and shocked. Goshin had set this up so
they could have one last time all together before he got custody of Seto and
Mokuba. Goshin was going to take his boys from him. Gozaburo's hands balled
into fists. "No, brother. You'll not take them. I won't lose them. I've lost
too much. No one will take them away. Not again. Not ever." Then he followed
his brother, a determined look in his eyes.
~~^**^~~
"Yay!" Mokuba hopped out of the limo at the zoo. Seto chuckled as he got out.
"Zoo!!" Mokuba called.
Seto picked Mokuba up again. "Looks like we're at the zoo, neh?" he asked.
"Hai!" Mokuba held on to Seto tightly, pointing at the giraffe head he could
see over the zoo's fence. "Kirin!" he cried.
Seto chuckled again. "Hai, kirin." He looked back at their father and uncle.
He'd caught the exchange at their uncle's door, and saw how the two refused to
even look at one another. "We're going in now?" he asked them.
Gozaburo flashed a smile. "Let's go," he offered, then took Seto's free hand
and led them to the gate. He smiled down at the boy as they got in line, Goshin
behind them. "Seto, holding Mokuba the whole time will wear even you out,"
Gozaburo warned, looking down at his sons.
"No way!" Seto grinned. "I'm too strong for that!" he informed his adopted
father.
Gozaburo chuckled. "Let's see if you're still saying that in half an hour."
Seto made a face while Mokuba giggled. "I'll get down when oniisan gets tired,"
Mokuba said happily. He was just glad he was with his big brother and adopted
father. The three didn't spend as much time together anymore.
"Four tickets, please," Gozaburo said as they got to the window.
"That will be ¥2644," the woman at the window said. Gozaburo handed her the
money and she handed him four tickets, one of which Gozaburo passed back to
Goshin reluctantly.
"Zoo!!" Mokuba called when Gozaburo handed him and Seto their tickets.
"Don't lose that," Gozaburo warned the youngest as he almost dropped his
ticket.
Seto grinned and took his brother's ticket. "I think I'll hold on to this," he
commented, putting it into his pocket.
"Nai! My ticket!" Mokuba grabbed at Seto's pocket, but he was in the wrong
position to get it. "Oniisan!!" he whined.
Seto hugged Mokuba tightly. "Hush. I'll give you back your ticket when I put
you down, okay?" he said softly.
Mokuba grinned, calming down immediately. "Put me down," he ordered.
Seto laughed and Gozaburo chuckled. "Not until we're inside all the way," Seto
returned.
Mokuba put on a pouting face. "Not fair," he complained, making both his
brother and his father laugh again.
Goshin walked behind the three, frowning. No one would ever think that these
three were anything but best friends, despite their ages. An outsider would see
a family who laughed all the time and knew how to have fun. If that outsider
saw what only those inside the family saw, they wouldn't be so quick to judge.
"I wanna go home, now!" a little girl to their right cried. "I hate this
place!"
The group looked over as the parent tried comforting the girl. "But,
sweetheart, we just got here..."
"I don't care!" the girl cried again.
"Ohayo, Hirla!" Mokuba called, waving at the girl desperately from Seto's arms.
The girl glanced up and her eyes brightened. "Mokuba!" she called, hurrying
over. The father and the mother let out a sigh and followed her. Hirla stopped
when she reached them. "Ohayo, Mokuba!" she said with a smile.
Mokuba squirmed in Seto's arms. "Down," he ordered.
Seto chuckled and let him down. "Who's this, otouto-chan?" he asked.
Mokuba had, apparently, forgotten about his ticket. He smiled. "This is Kitery
Hirla. She's in my class!" Mokuba informed them proudly.
Seto smiled lightly and did a slight bow. "Ohayo, Hirla-san. I am Kaiba Seto,
Mokuba's oniisan. This is our otousan, Gozaburo, and our oji, Goshin," he
introduced.
Hirla giggled. "These are my parents," she said in a small voice. Her cheeks
were slightly red as she watched Seto. Seto didn't seem to notice, but Mokuba
did.
~Uh oh...~ Mokuba thought. ~I'll have to find some way to get Hirla over her
crush on Seto. Gozaburo wouldn't like it!~ Mokuba knew that Gozaburo and Seto
were more than father and son, he'd caught them one night, sleeping together.
The next day, he requested to move over to Goshin's house, in an attempt to
give the two most important people in his life a little space. Although the two
adults and Seto had been a little reluctant, Mokuba had pushed until they
agreed.
"So, what brings you to the zoo?" Hirla's mother asked. She was a no-nonsense
woman who had tried everything to get her daughter the same way as she was. She
knew when to respect people, and when to act like people were on her level. She
saw this as an opportunity to speak to one of the highest men in society as if
he were on the same level as she.
Gozaburo wasn't taken aback by the woman's straight-forward attitude. He was
glad she wasn't acting like he was all that. This was going to be a fun outing
with his family, not a new business option. He didn't get enough time with his
sons, except maybe Seto, and even that time was hampered by his title. "Goshin
requested a day for us to hang out. Since our children seem to be hitting it
off well, would you like to join us?" he asked smoothly.
The woman extended her hand. "I'm Kiku, Kaiba-sama," she introduced. Gozaburo
took her hand and shook it calmly. "This is my husband, Ushi." Gozaburo nodded
to him and Ushi returned the gesture. He wasn't as straight-forward as his
wife. In fact, Ushi was usually the one that held Kiku back when she was going
too far. Ushi was a quiet person, and knew when it was best to watch. He was a
detective by trade. Kiku was a door-to-door saleswoman, and she did her job
well.
"Looks like your otousan and my haha are hitting it off well," Hirla commented
brightly, her eyes on Seto.
Mokuba groaned and moved Hirla a little away from the others as Seto pulled on
Gozaburo's sleeve, an annoyed look on his face. "Listen, Hirla, Seto already
has someone, okay. Back off." Mokuba said darkly.
"You're just complaining because I'm younger than he is." Hirla huffed.
Mokuba rolled his eyes. "Seto's with someone older, and I don't think that
person would approve of you hitting on my brother," he growled.
"You just don't want me and your brother together," Hirla whined.
Mokuba narrowed his eyes. "Ask Seto yourself. He has someone else. He's not
going to be interested in you." Hirla just flipped her brown hair in Mokuba's
face and walked back over to her parents. Mokuba growled and looked at where
Seto and Gozaburo were whispering together.
"Just keep an eye on those two. I'll keep an eye on the adults," Gozaburo
hissed.
Seto made a face. "You want me to keep an eye on kids? I mean, I can stand
otouto-chan, but that girl is gonna piss me off in seconds," he complained.
"Deal. I might need your help with her parents later on," Gozaburo warned.
Seto narrowed his eyes. "Okay, what's up?" he asked.
Gozaburo shook his head. "Be ready when I need you," he warned before standing
and walking back over to where Goshin and the Kiterys were talking about
politics. Hirla looked bored.
Mokuba ran over to Seto's side. "Oniisan?" he asked quietly.
Seto looked down. "What's up, otouto-chan?" he asked with a smile.
Mokuba sighed. "Hirla has a crush on you," he informed his brother.
Seto narrowed his eyes at the girl. "I see. I knew she was going to get on my
nerves."
"I tried to tell her that you were already with someone..." Mokuba started.
Seto gave Mokuba a sharp look. "Whatever gave you that idea, otouto-chan?" he
asked.
Mokuba rolled his eyes. "I saw you and Otousan Gozaburo in bed together one
night," he informed his brother.
Seto groaned and hugged Mokuba quietly. "What am I gonna do with you?" he
asked, then realized something. "Is that why you moved in with Goshin?" Mokuba
nodded sheepishly. Seto sighed and hugged Mokuba again. "I should have guessed.
Thanks for telling me. I'll deal with her accordingly." He made a face. "You
didn't tell her who, did you?" he asked quietly.
"Nai. I didn't even tell her what sex the person was," Mokuba assured Seto.
"Oh, good." Seto led Mokuba back to the group.
"Where to first?" Goshin asked, seeing the two brothers walk over.
"Kirin!" Mokuba cried.
Everyone laughed. "Kirin it is, otouto-chan," Seto said.
Gozaburo pulled out a map. "This way." He pointed to their left, and they were
off.
~~^**^~~
The group was standing in front of the panda enclosure about half an hour
later. There were three pandas, a mother, Bai-Yun, a father, Shi-Shi, and a
baby, Hua-Mei. Mokuba was commenting on how cool they were while Hirla was
cooing over the baby. Seto was keeping an eye on them and reading the history
they had up. The adults were discussing things behind them. Seto desperately
wanted to join the adults in their conversations, he knew what they were
talking about, but Gozaburo had charged him with his brother and the little
brat girl.
Hirla tugged on Seto's sleeve. "Seto-chan, isn't the baby kawaii?" she begged.
Seto got a good look at the little cub for the first time. He smiled softly.
"Very," he said with a nod.
"I wanna cuddle him," Hirla said, then ran to the barrier and leaned over it.
"Come here, little baby!" she called.
Seto groaned and grabbed her, dragging her away from the enclosure. She made a
face him and he gave her a stern look. "You can't do that, Hirla. Hanging over
the barriers is against zoo rules, and you can get seriously hurt doing that.
If I catch you doing that again, you're standing with your parents."
Hirla gave him a pouting look. "You mean, you won't just hold my hand?" she
asked in a cute voice.
Seto didn't waver. He wasn't interested girls in the least. "No, I won't. If
you want someone to hold your hand, go over to your parents," he said coldly,
then walked over to Mokuba.
Hirla stood there, gaping at Seto's back. She'd never been denied anything in
her whole life. She was the type of person Gozaburo was always lecturing Seto
about. Hirla ran over to her parents and clung to her father's leg, crying.
"What is it, sweetheart?" Ushi asked his daughter calmly.
"H-he's being m-mean t-to me!!" Hirla sobbed.
"Who is?" Kiku asked darkly.
"Se-to." Hirla's voice was broken.
Gozaburo pursed his lips. "I'll go talk to him." He walked over to the boys as
Kiku and Ushi tried comforting Hirla. "Seto-chan," he said softly.
Seto and Mokuba looked at him. "What's up?" Seto asked calmly.
Gozaburo sighed. "What did you do to Hirla-san?" he asked.
"You mean the bitch that's trying to flirt with me?" Seto's voice was cold. "I
told her I wouldn't hold her hand if she misbehaved. It's not my fault she
can't take a hint."
"Seto, you can't just go around turning people down–" he tried.
"I don't like girls," Seto said darkly. "I like guys. You want me to go tell
her that? Here, I'll go tell her now." He made to walk over to her, but
Gozaburo grabbed his shoulders and held him fast. "Lemme go!" Seto hissed.
"Calm down. Now," Gozaburo ordered.
Seto took a deep breath and closed his eyes. ~Don't let her get to you, that's
showing a weakness,~ he ordered himself. His shoulders relaxed and he looked at
Gozaburo. "Gomen..." he mumbled.
"I'll bet." Gozaburo sighed. "What do you two say to some ice cream?"
"Yeah!" Mokuba ran over to the others, shouting about ice cream.
Gozaburo searched Seto's eyes. "You think you can control your temper now?"
Seto nodded. "Hai. I'm fine."
"For now." Gozaburo turned to walk back to the others. "And you should
apologize to Hirla-san," he added.
"Absolutely not." Seto's voice was chilled and Gozaburo turned to see that he
was doing everything to contain his anger. "I will not apologize to a spoiled
rotten bitch because I refused to hold her hand."
Gozaburo sighed. "Have it your way." He turned and walked back to the others.
Seto slammed his eyes shut and took a deep breath to calm himself down. When he
opened his eyes, he was totally composed once again and walked back to join the
others. Then they went to get ice cream.
~~^**^~~
"Can I try some of your ice cream, Seto-chan?" Hirla asked. Mokuba sighed as he
watched her. The adults were sitting at the next table over.
Seto set his mouth in a thin line. "We have the exact same thing, Hirla," he
growled.
"But yours looks taster!" Hirla tried.
"Eat your ice cream," Seto growled.
"Why don't you like me?" Hirla asked sadly. "Is it because I'm younger than
you?"
"Nai." Seto kept his eyes on his ice cream, refusing to look up at her.
"Is it because you just met me?"
"Nai."
"Is it because I'm your brother's friend?"
"Nai."
"Is it because you already have someone else?" Hirla asked, her voice rising in
anger.
"Partially." Seto shrugged.
"I'll tear this girl's eyes out," Hirla growled into her ice cream.
Seto couldn't help it, he burst out laughing. Hirla looked at him, shocked.
Mokuba hid a grin. Ushi and Kiku looked at Seto strangely. Goshin pursed his
lips. Gozaburo continued to eat his ice cream, an amused look on his face. The
adults had been listening in the whole time, hoping to find out what Seto did
to upset the girl so much the first time.
"Why are you laughing at me?" Hirla demanded.
"I'd like to see you attempt this little feat," Seto said with a grin, once
he'd regained his breath.
"Just show me the girl and I'll be glad to," Hirla challenged.
"Wish I could, but there isn't one," Seto returned, a smirk on his face.
"What?!" Hirla screeched.
"I said, there isn't one. I don't have a girlfriend. I do have a boyfriend,"
Seto said calmly, going back to his ice cream.
Mokuba and Goshin's mouths dropped. They hadn't expected Seto to actually come
out and say that he preferred his own sex. Kiku and Ushi looked slightly
horrified, Kiku more so than Ushi. Ushi had a friend who was bisexual. Gozaburo
looked mildly entertained. Hirla used her spoon to shoot ice cream into Seto's
face. It hit him in the forehead.
Gozaburo stood quickly and grabbed Seto's shoulders, forcing him to remain in
his seat. "Take a napkin and wipe it off," Gozaburo whispered calmly in the
boy's ear. "Don't let her get to you like that. It's just ice cream."
Seto took a deep breath and relaxed. He grabbed a napkin and wiped off his
forehead. Gozaburo nodded and turned to walk back over to his seat. He turned
back around when he heard a screech.
Hirla had ice cream all over the front of her dress. The napkin Seto had used
was in her lap. Seto had an amused smirk on his face. He'd thrown the napkin
once Gozaburo had turned his back. Gozaburo was not amused. "Seto!" Gozaburo
shouted. Seto flinched and glanced up at his adopted father fearfully.
Gozaburo's face was red from his anger. "Apologize, right now," he growled.
Seto crossed his arms over his chest and gave Gozaburo an annoyed look.
"Absolutely not."
"That was childish and uncalled for," Gozaburo returned, calming only slightly
when he saw he wasn't going to get through to Seto by yelling his head off.
"Good. You yell at me for throwing napkins, yet no one yells at Hirla for
throwing food." Seto turned to Hirla's parents. "You've spoiled her rotten. She
thinks she can get whatever she wants from everyone. When she can't, she throws
a fit. What do you normally do in public when she starts throwing a fit? You
let her do as she pleases?" His blue eyes were cold as he stood. "How
pathetic." Then he turned and walked to the bathroom, leaving a very shocked
audience. Even Hirla had fallen silent.
"I'll go talk to him," Mokuba offered before leaving the adults and Hirla to
bicker about what had happened.
Kiku grabbed her bag and Hirla's arm. "Let's get you cleaned up," she ordered.
Hirla burst into tears and let her mother pull her away.
"Gomen na, about my son," Gozaburo said with a sigh, sitting down.
Ushi shook his head. "He's right, though. We've spoiled her far too much. You
must have done something right with Seto-san while you were bringing him up."
Gozaburo shook his head. "If I done enough right, he would have kept him mouth
shut," he grumbled into his ice cream.
Ushi chuckled. "You can't win them all, Kaiba-san," he offered.
~~^**^~~
"Oniisan?" Mokuba peeked into the bathroom. He heard the sounds of someone
sobbing in one of the stalls and knocked on the door softly. "Oniisan?"
The crying stopped almost immediately and Seto opened the stall door. "He's
mad, isn't he?" he asked in a pitiful whisper.
"I think he's more shocked than angry," Mokuba pointed out.
"It's nearly impossible to tell with him," Seto grumbled, walking out of the
stall. He sat on the only chair in the room. "Just because I'm wondering, do
you like it at Goshin's?" he asked after a second.
Mokuba came over and sat in Seto's lap. "Most of the time, but he can be really
protective, and he won't let me be alone with Otousan Gozaburo anymore."
"No surprise," Seto grumbled dryly.
Mokuba looked at him, surprised. "Why do you say that?"
"You remember when Goza-san got arrested for child abuse last year?" Mokuba
nodded. "That's why," Seto explained.
"Why does he trust you with Otousan Gozaburo, then?" Mokuba asked.
"He doesn't," Seto grumbled. "But he sees me nearly every day and knows about
Goza-san and me."
Mokuba realized something. "Does Otousan Gozaburo beat you?" Seto tensed.
Mokuba leaned back into Seto's arms. "Forget I asked," he decided.
Seto hugged him softly. "Arigatou," he whispered.
The door opened. "Seto-chan? Mokuba-kun?" Gozaburo peeked in. He saw them
sitting in the chair. "What are you two talking about?"
"Girls!" Mokuba said with a grin.
Gozaburo smiled slightly. "I see." He nodded to Mokuba. "Mokuba-kun, could I
have a word with your brother?"
Mokuba looked back at Seto. "Go ahead," Seto said with a smile. Mokuba nodded
and left with a smile.
Gozaburo let the door close behind him. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
he asked coldly.
"If you're mad, get it over with," Seto grumbled. "I need to ask you
something."
Gozaburo sighed. "I'm not mad. I'm actually kind of proud of you. I wish you
hadn't talked back to me to get your point across, but Ushi-san says he's going
to try and shape his daughter into a better girl." Gozaburo leaned against the
wall and crossed his arms over his chest. "Now, what's your question?"
Seto stood and walked over to his adopted father. "What were you and Goshin
talking about before we left? You looked really mad."
Gozaburo shook his head. "Seto-chan, let it be," he begged.
"It's about me, isn't it?" Seto asked seriously. Gozaburo nodded slightly.
"Then I need to know."
Gozaburo sighed. "Your uncle is taking me to court for child abuse," he
grumbled.
"What?!" Seto's eyes flashed. "I'll kill him..." he growled.
"Nai." Gozaburo grabbed Seto's chin and forced their eyes to meet. "You will
keep the others busy. I will deal with your uncle accordingly."
Seto's eyes widened in shock. "You're serious," he realized. "You'd really kill
him..."
Gozaburo's eyes softened. "I'd do anything to keep you and Mokuba-kun." Then he
bent down and kissed Seto softly on his lips. Seto returned the kiss hungrily.
~Trigne's right,~ Seto thought as they broke apart and Seto followed Gozaburo
out, ~Gozaburo's not safe to be around...~
-
~~A/N: Youch! Another one of those sharp realizations that are really bad for
your health... ^_~ Of course, anyone reading Kaiba_Brothers will have an idea
what'll happen.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Ou! I love Kaiba Seto. He's my favorite
character. I'm only writing this because his adoptive father was cruel to him,
and I hint on this in almost all my fics. I felt the need to explain my
reasoning. Please, don't flame me. If you do, I shall only use those flames to
light my candles and oil lamps. I like burning things, even Seto... *evil
laughter*
Seto: You know, I think you might have confused some readers with your random
uses of Japanese.
Noa: And the use of ¥.
KJ: It's not my fault that these ppl don't know what I'm talking about! Noa-
chan, you do the currency. Seto-chan, you do the translations!
Noa: ¥ is the symbol for Japanese Yen. ¥2644 is roughly converted to $22 in the
U.S.
Seto: Japanese -- English:
Kirin -- Giraffe
Nai -- No
Hai/Un -- Yes
Ohayo -- Good Morning
Oniisan -- Big Brother
Otouto-chan -- Little Brother
Otousan -- Father
Haha -- Mother
Kami -- God
Oji -- Uncle
Kawaii -- Cute
Gomen/Gomen na -- Sorry/I'm Sorry
Arigatou -- Thank you
KJ: Also, the panda names I used exist. These three pandas live in the San
Diego Zoo. My sister adopted Hua-Mei through the CRES. *huggles piccy of Hua-
Mei* KAWAII!!!!!!
Noa: I thought that was Seto-chan...
Seto: *makes a face* Couldn't you have kept your mouth shut?
KJ: *puts down piccy* Well, Hua-Mei is kawaii... *looks at Noa and Seto slyly*
...but I know of two boys who are a hell of a lot more kawaii!! *glomps Noa and
Seto*
Noa & Seto: HELP!!
-
Ja!
KJ
***** Murderers *****
Chapter Summary
     Sayonara, Goshin-san... Man, I am so bad at death scenes...
Chapter_17:_Murderers
 
"I think we should head home," Goshin mumbled when everyone was back at the
picnic tables. Hirla was wearing a clean dress and sitting as far away from
Seto as she could manage. Seto didn't mind. Mokuba was sitting in Seto's lap
happily. The adults sat on either side of their children, seeming to separate
them.
"But, we haven't had the time to go see the zo!!" Mokuba cried.
Seto sighed. He knew Gozaburo was planning something, and that it had something
to do with the zoo, so he kind of wanted to leave right then. Of course, the
part that was totally pissed at Goshin won out. "I agree. It just wouldn't be
the same without seeing the zo," he said calmly.
"What about the kujaku?" Hirla asked, adjusting to Seto's revelation now that
they were going back to normal things. "We never got to go see the kujaku!!"
Goshin narrowed his eyes at Seto and Gozaburo. Gozaburo had a blank expression
on his face, which was nothing new. Seto had a chilly expression that led
Goshin to believe that the boy was up to something. What that might be, though,
Goshin couldn't figure out. "Well, what does the adult population say?" he
asked tightly. He caught the smirk on Seto's face out of the corner of his eye
and frowned.
"I say we let the children continue." Gozaburo gave the three children a warm
smile. "Everything has seemed to smooth over nicely."
"I think Kaiba-sama has the right idea," Ushi said with a smile. Kiku nodded.
Goshin sighed. He was alone on his wishing to go home. As far as he knew, the
only two that posed him any threat were Gozaburo and Seto. Seto had been
charged with watching Mokuba and Hirla, so he couldn't do anything. Gozaburo
had Ushi and Kiku to deal with. Goshin felt a little safer now that he'd
thought that out. "All right. Where to first?" he asked, glancing around.
The three children looked at each other. "Zo!!" they all shouted.
The group stood and headed off to see the elephants, the children laughing as
they ran ahead. Goshin slowed to walk near Gozaburo. "You're up to something,"
he growled.
"Who, me?" Gozaburo gave him an innocent look.
Goshin narrowed his eyes. "Yes. You and that damned sex toy of yours."
Gozaburo stopped and faced Goshin calmly. Goshin swallowed hard at the cold
anger in his half brother's eyes. "Say that again," he growled.
"Come on!" Seto called to the other two adults. "Those two can take care of
themselves! They'll catch up!" Ushi and Kiku, although reluctant to leave the
fighting brothers behind, were even more reluctant to leave their daughter in
the care of only Seto. They followed the children uneasily, both glancing back
one last time before rounding a corner and leaving Gozaburo and Goshin alone.
Gozaburo's fist connected with Goshin's jaw. "Watch your mouth about Seto-chan
around me, if you plan to keep it," he growled.
Goshin held a hand to his pained jaw. "I'm only being truthful, don't you
know," he hissed painfully.
A glittering knife was, suddenly, at his throat and he took in a difficult
breath. Gozaburo narrowed his eyes coldly and pressed the knife against
Goshin's throat a little more. "You can be as truthful as you wish, brother,
but it will get you nowhere in my world." A glint of maniacal glee lit up his
eyes. "Welcome to my world," he hissed before slashing the knife across
Goshin's throat swiftly and moving out of the way of the spurting blood.
Goshin fell to his knees, gaping up at Gozaburo. The CEO's eyes were unreadable
and cold. Goshin tried speaking, but all that came out was a gurgle. Goshin had
known that Gozaburo was a cold-blooded murderer, but he hadn't known how cold-
blooded. This new side was frightening and Goshin mentally prayed to any god
that was listening that Seto would never have to face this side of his love.
There was a small sound of feet from where the others had disappeared. The two
men, Goshin barely alive, looked up to see Seto standing there, his eyes
chilled as he looked upon the scene. "What are you doing here?" Gozaburo
hissed. This had been the last thing he'd wanted Seto to see.
Seto's fist were clenched and he walked over. "The other's were getting
curious. I said I'd come check on you," he mumbled. Suddenly, his foot shot
out, kicking Goshin's stomach. "I told you to stay out of my affairs. You
should have listened," he hissed before looking back up at Gozaburo. "Shall I
inform the others that Goshin has gone home because he feels a little queasy?"
he asked, his voice totally calm and devoid of the anger it had carried only
seconds before.
Gozaburo nodded dumbly. Seto's actions had surprised him. He'd never known the
boy to be so cold. Seto turned on his heels and left them. Gozaburo growled
once Seto was out of sight and dragged Goshin to hide in the grass nearby. "Rot
comfortably, dear brother," he said coldly before turning on his own heels and
following Seto, no blood on him anywhere.
Goshin glanced up and saw a little green-haired ghost watching the man leave,
his face saddened. Then the ghost looked down at him softly. Goshin would have
gasped, if he could have. ~Noa,~ he thought before the world collapsed around
him.
~~^**^~~
"Is he going to be okay?" Mokuba begged Gozaburo for the fifth time. The group
was headed out to their cars.
Gozaburo wanted to throttle the boy, but knew that would piss Seto off beyond
all reasoning. As it was, Gozaburo wasn't quite certain what to expect of his
young lover. He sure hadn't expected what had happened. "He'll be fine,"
Gozaburo growled.
"Otouto-chan?" Seto drew Mokuba away from Gozaburo, recognizing the look in his
father's eyes. "What do you say to hanging out with Goza-san and me at the
mansion, instead of going home?"
"Yay!" Mokuba hugged Seto tightly. Then it came time for the groups to part and
the children regrouped, to say their good-byes.
"Seto, about earlier–" Hirla started.
Seto shrugged. "Hirla-san, I forgive easily," he said softly.
Hirla smiled and nodded a thank you. "Then, we are friends?"
Seto took the offered hand and shook it. "Friends."
Hirla turned to Mokuba. "See ya in school tomorrow, neh?" she asked lightly.
Mokuba nodded happily. "Hai!"
Seto chuckled as the children and adults parted and went their separate ways.
"Come on, otouto-chan," he said, dragging his reluctant brother to the car.
"But–" Mokuba got the strangest feeling that something was missing.
"But what?" Seto stopped dragging and met his brother's eyes calmly.
Mokuba shivered at the chill depths he saw in those eyes. "Nothing..." he
mumbled and allowed his brother to lead him to the limo.
~~^**^~~
"This afternoon, the body of local doctor, Frolde Goshin, was found in the
bushes of the Domino City Public Zoo. His death was caused by a severe cut to
his throat which cut the artery on the left side of his neck. There were no
witnesses, and any information will be well rewarded by the police," the
newscaster said. "Now, on to other–"
Gozaburo shut the TV off. The officers had already come by, telling them of the
man's death. To his credit, Seto had put on a good show of much crying, and
Mokuba had been horribly upset. Gozaburo had only allowed a sad look to linger
on his face for a second before thanking the officer and showing him out.
"I called Trigne," Seto mumbled, vaulting over the couch to sit next to
Gozaburo. Mokuba was sleeping in his old room. "Told him why I was staying
here. He understands."
"Does he know how much danger his life is in if he takes his suspicions to the
police?" Gozaburo asked coldly. He knew the extent to which his adopted son had
informed his best friend of their relationship. He wasn't happy about it, but
as long as Trigne kept his mouth shut, Gozaburo didn't care.
Seto shivered next to him. "Hai," he croaked.
Gozaburo looked over at the boy and sighed. "Why'd you kick him, Seto-tenshi?
Why'd you take that burden onto your shoulders?" he asked softly. In response,
Seto turned and hid his face in Gozaburo's shirt, crying softly. Gozaburo
folded the boy in his arms and rocked him gently.
It didn't take long for Seto to fall asleep. He'd been through a lot that day,
and Gozaburo didn't blame him. Losing a loved one was stressful, whether you
had a hand in their death or not. Gozaburo hugged Seto tightly before picking
the boy up and carrying him to Seto's own bedroom. Gozaburo deftly changed Seto
into some pajamas and placed him in his bed, then went to his own room, to
work. There was no way he would get any sleep that night.
~Don't let me lose you, my tenshi,~ he thought before going to work on the
stuff he'd neglected that day.
-
~~A/N: I'm having a difficult time believing I just did that... Blame it on my
having no sleep... Yeah, that's it... *yawns* Anyway, it's done now, and Goshin
shall only be seen again if I decide to allow him to haunt his killers. And,
yes, I'm blaming Seto for his death, in part...
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Ou! I love Kaiba Seto. He's my favorite
character. I'm only writing this because his adoptive father was cruel to him,
and I hint on this in almost all my fics. I felt the need to explain my
reasoning. Please, don't flame me. If you do, I shall only use those flames to
light my candles and oil lamps. I like burning things, even Seto... *evil
laughter*
KJ: Sleep... *falls asleep*
Noa: I guess this is done, then?
Seto: In all its glorious bloodiness...
Bakura: Japanese -- English: zo -- elephant / kujaku -- peacock / tenshi -
- angel / any others we're pretty sure you can catch on to...
-
Ja!
KJ
***** Escape From Hell *****
Chapter Summary
     Trigne's leaving, and possibly more. What happens when Gozaburo gets
     jealous?
Chapter_18:_Escape_From_Hell
 
The week and a half went by fairly uneventfully. Greti had a talk with Seto and
Trigne about what was proper for them to do. Greti told the boys that they
should tell Gozaburo, but that was their choice. There was little Greti could
do to make the boys tell the man. They were on their own on that one.
Finally, the day came for Trigne and Greti to leave. Seto had dragged Trigne up
to his room in the mansion and there they made out, kissing each other
desperately. "Promise you'll write?" Seto begged.
"You know I will. You'll write too, right?" Trigne asked back, gazing into
Seto's eyes sadly.
"Defiantly." Seto leaned in and captured Trigne's lips in his own once more.
Neither boy saw the shadow just outside Seto's room. Gozaburo lingered in the
hallway, clenching his fists angrily. ~He'll write all right,~ Gozaburo
thought, heading down to the stairs. ~He'll write from his grave!~ He reached
the top of the stairs. and turned around "Seto-chan! Trigne-kun!" he called,
not moving down the hall. Let them think he'd seen nothing. Let them never
suspect him of anything. Let it all be okay.
Seto and Trigne ran out of Seto's room, both had sad looks on their faces, but
only Trigne had tears. Seto had grown too cold to show tears, even to his best
friend and lover. "Ready," Trigne said breathlessly.
The three walked down the stairs, Seto hanging on to Gozaburo's arm sadly. He
was left with only the killer, now. Seto had never told Trigne about his part
in his uncle's death, only that he'd known Gozaburo had been the cause. He'd
not wanted to feel Trigne's hatred and disgust. He knew that he should tell
Trigne, he owed the boy that much, but he was too scared. His mind had gone
numb from his anger when he'd seen his uncle, and he'd been unable to pause his
actions. It had been as if another being had taken over and ordered his body to
do the harm, to deliver the kick.
"Bai-bai," Seto mumbled as he waved at his friend and Greti. The two waved back
at the three in the door before getting into their car quietly. Seto watched
the car until it disappeared beyond the gates. "I guess we'll see him again,
right?" Seto looked up at Gozaburo pleadingly.
Gozaburo sighed at that look. "We'll see, Seto-chan. Why don't you go play with
Mokuba-kun? I have something I need to do."
Seto nodded sadly and followed his brother out. Gozaburo went back up to his
office and dialed a number swiftly. A cold man's voice picked up. "Hello?" the
man asked in English.
"I need you to do something for me," Gozaburo replied, using the same language.
"You'll deliver the payment?" the man asked, to be certain before even hearing
the offer.
"¥24036 will be sent to you account as soon as you've done your job," Gozaburo
returned swiftly.
"What do you need of me, Mr. Kaiba?"
"Trigne Greti. Does the name ring a bell?"
"Indeed it does." The man knew Gozaburo would get to his point without any
probing from him.
"I want him dead." Gozaburo's voice was chilled.
In all the years the man had known Gozaburo, he'd never heard the CEO use that
tone. It terrified him beyond all possibilities. "He'll be dead before
tomorrow's sunrise."
"Good." Gozaburo hung up. "Now that that problem is taken care of..." He
wandered off to find his sons.
~~^**^~~
"What?!" Seto's eyes widened at the news.
"I'm sorry, Seto-chan. I just got word this morning," Gozaburo mumbled. "Would
you like me to stay?"
In response, Seto flung himself into his adopted father's arms and closed his
eyes tightly against the tears that threatened to fall in rivers. He couldn't
believe it. Trigne, his best friend and lover of two weeks was dead. Someone
had tried murdering Greti, and Trigne had gotten in the way on accident. The
killer had gotten away, and no one had seen anything.
~When I find that bastard, I swear I'll make him pay!~ Seto promised himself.
He pulled away from Gozaburo and sat back on his bed, his eyes colder than ice.
Gozaburo frowned. Mokuba was at school, and it was just him and Seto in the
house. He stood in front of Seto coldly. "Seto-chan, what is it?" he asked
softly.
Seto's face turned into a sneer, surprising Gozaburo with the intensity of it.
"I'll kill him," he hissed. When their eyes met, Gozaburo drew in a sharp
breath. Seto's cold side was showing through, and Gozaburo didn't like it one
bit.
Gozaburo's hand connected with Seto's cheek, making Seto jump and look at him
with fright in his eyes. "You're getting far too cocky for your own good,
Seto," Gozaburo hissed, letting his anger rise. "I can understand your anger at
your uncle and at your friend's killer, but I cannot understand why you would
go behind my back like that."
Seto's eyes widened and he paled. "You k-knew?" he whispered, shocked.
"I knew." Gozaburo pushed Seto back onto his bed. "I found out when he left,
Seto-chan. I saw your kisses in your room." His fist connected with Seto's gut,
making the boy gasp for breath. "And I will not stand for it."
"I should have gotten out while I still could," Seto whispered, his eyes cold
and his voice pained.
"What does that mean?" Gozaburo hissed.
Seto pulled away from Gozaburo, spat in his face, and ran for his life. ~That
room! The window's still open just enough!~ Seto shouted to himself and veered
left at the bottom of the stairs, running for the forbidden room.
"SETO!!" Gozaburo roared, coming up behind him. For a heavy man, he was fast.
Seto dashed into the room and slammed the door shut, turning the lock before
diving at the window. He didn't know where he could go, only that he needed
out. Gozaburo looked like he was about ready to kill him. As he slid out the
window and onto the lawn, he hear the door crack under the large bulk that was
thrown against it. He knew the window was temperamental, and it would take
Gozaburo another minute to break down the door. Seto dashed across the lawn,
not knowing where he was going, only knowing that he had to go.
"SETO!!" Gozaburo shouted as he broke through the door and caught sight of
Seto's lithe form sliding through a hole in the gate around the property and
running down the street. Now that he had a good head start, there was no way
Gozaburo could ever catch him. "That little bastard..." Gozaburo growled,
turning around to call Mokuba's school. Seto might have gotten away, but Mokuba
wouldn't.
~~^**^~~
"What do you mean, he's gone?!" Seto cried. The attendance woman sighed. The
boy had run in here, demanding to pick up his brother, but the boys' father had
already had Mokuba picked up.
"Listen, he's not here," the woman tried again for what must have been the
tenth time in half as many minutes.
"Seto!" The boy spun around at his name. Hirla stood in the door to the office.
She ran over to him, smiling. "Hey!" She frowned at the terrified look in
Seto's eyes. "What is it?"
Seto shook his head. "Mokuba, is he gone?"
"Yeah. Kaiba-sama had someone pick him up about fifteen minutes ago. Didn't you
know that?" She looked worried.
"Gozaburo and I aren't on speaking terms," Seto growled, his fists clenching.
"Oh... If you want, my haha is picking me up in a couple minutes. You could
come home with us..." Hirla was suddenly cut off by a sound from the doors to
the office.
"Kaiba Seto! Get over here!" one of Gozaburo's body guards called.
Seto narrowed his eyes at the man. "I'll see you around, Hirla-san," he mumbled
before dashing head-long at the guard. The man, surprised, jumped out of the
way. "Fuck you!" Seto suddenly shouted as another guard behind the first caught
him. "Let me down, you ass! I'm not going back! Damnit! Put me the fuck down,
you pig!" The man who held Seto let out a cry and Seto started running as soon
as his feet hit the ground.
Hirla watched, wide-eyed, as Seto fled the building, managing to dodge every
other guard, and ran into the woods. ~Kami-sama, help him,~ she thought sadly.
~I don't know what happened, but, please, help him. He needs it so much. His
eyes...~ Hirla shivered. ~He looked like a captured animal. He's terrified of
something back at his home. I don't know what, and I don't think I want to
know, but my prayers are with him. With Mokuba too... Kami-sama, help them...~
She bit her lip and watched as two groups of five men each ran into the woods
after the boy.
"They'll never find him," the attendance clerk said next to Hirla.
Hirla looked up at her, startled. "Why do you say that?"
"He's faster than they are, even though he's tired, and he's small. If they
catch up to him, he can hide. I'd just like to know why he's running..."
"Something happened at home, I assume. He and Kaiba-san tend to get along, but
I guess there's a time for everything."
The woman nodded and took her pass. "Let's get you signed out, neh?"
~~^**^~~
Seto jumped over a large log and tripped over a branch, worn out. He'd been
smart enough to hide an extra pair of shoes outside the window he'd escaped
from, but the shoes were not meant for running through woods like this, and
neither was the rest of his clothing. His shirt was torn in numerous places and
his jeans were barely holding out. ~I need to rest. I can't keep running like
this,~ Seto knew.
Seto saw a hollow tree and dashed over to it. He looked up the trunk and saw a
speck of daylight. It went up all the way. Seto found a couple hand- and foot-
holds and started up the inside of the trunk. He reached a large, hollow branch
that would fit him and slipped through. Then he listened to his followers.
"Where is he?" one man asked angrily.
"That little ass gave us the slip!" another shouted.
"Maybe not. Look, a hollow tree," a third exclaimed.
Seto bit his lip and held his breath as he heard the men surround his hiding
place. One of the men poked his head in and looked up. "I see light at the top.
Do you think he might have climbed up a ways?"
"Try it," one of the men suggested.
Seto felt like crying. All of this, for nothing. ~I have nowhere to run...~ He
hung his head, ready for the inevitable.
"Yo, baka!" a far away sounding voice called. "Stop chasing squirrels! We're
right behind him!"
"Come on!" one of the men around the tree called. The group left quickly.
Seto let out a deep breath, leaned back against the branch's side, and closed
his eyes. ~Whoever you are, thank you...~ he thought to his savior before
drifting off into blissful sleep.
-
~~A/N: *holds chest over heart* That's intense!! Poor Mokuba-kun... *sighs*
Little we can do about that now...
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Ou! I love Kaiba Seto. He's my favorite
character. I'm only writing this because his adoptive father was cruel to him,
and I hint on this in almost all my fics. I felt the need to explain my
reasoning. Please, don't flame me. If you do, I shall only use those flames to
light my candles and oil lamps. I like burning things, even Seto... *evil
laughter*
Seto: What are you going to do to otouto-chan?
KJ: Nothing... *innocent look*
Seiji: Well, torture him, of course. Possibly rape him... You do know that
you'll be raped by the end of this fic, right, Seto-baka?
Seto: Lay one finger on otouto-chan and I'll– *is held back by Noa and KJ*
KJ: Well, yeah... Seto, explain the ¥!!
Seto: *composes himself* ¥24036 is, roughly, $200,000. The man Gozaburo called
is a murderer for hire. Noa-chan... *looks at Noa*
Noa: I know it was stated in KB that Gozaburo had nothing to do with Trigne's
death. Figure that I was with Seto-chan and Moku-kun when Gozaburo was calling,
so didn't know.
KJ: Forgive that little boo-boo, please... Also, I'm so amazed at all the good
reviews!! I have 24 reviews on MM.O and 12 on FF.N!!! Thanks to you all!!!
Here, I'll even do a list... *is touched*
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Ja!
KJ
***** Return to Hell *****
Chapter Summary
     Seto-chan's still in the woods, until something tells him he needs to
     go back...
Chapter_19:_Return_to_Hell
 
Seto popped his head out of the branch he had been sleeping in. Nothing. The
woods were quiet and empty. Seto shivered against the night chill. He didn't
know where he could go, and he'd surely starve if he stayed there. He hopped
down to the ground and stepped out to stretch.
His eyes were met with the strangest sight of a campfire and a pile of minor
foods. "How the hell...?" He stepped over to it carefully. What surprised him
even more that the fact that the fire and food was there, was that there were
no footprints in the surrounding soil. He felt a chill come over him, and it
wasn't the wind. "It's either a friendly ghost, or a guardian angel," Seto
decided and sat down to warm himself by the fire and pulled as bag of
marshmallows from the pile.
Seto sighed sadly. Gozaburo hadn't let him have marshmallows. He said they were
bad for one's teeth, as were all other sweets, so Seto was somewhat sugar
deprived. He took a sturdy stick from the ground behind him and pulled open the
bag. He put two marshmallows on the stick and held them over the fire.
The white puffs lit up with flame and Seto quickly drew them back to blow them
out, laughing nervously. He pulled one off and nearly dropped it when it burnt
his fingers. "I don't see why people like camping so much," he grumbled to
himself. "You burn marshmallows, then your fingers, then your mouth."
Seto turned quickly at a sound behind him. It sounded like laughter. "Who's
there?" he asked, standing shakily. He didn't like this one bit, but knew
better than to run away.
Ghostly letters appeared in front of him. 'A Friend' they spelled.
Seto shivered. "How do I know I can trust you?" he asked.
'You Don't' the letters replied.
"What's your name?" Seto begged.
'I Cannot Say' the letters replied sadly.
Seto sighed and nodded, never one to argue with ghosts, if that's even what it
was. "I'm just dreaming," he decided aloud. "I'll wake up at home and
everything will be just fine. This is all just a nightmare." He pinched his
arm.
Nothing.
He pinched his arm again, this time harder, digging his nails into his skin in
the process.
Still nothing.
"I give up!" he cried sadly. He hung his head in shame.
Something rubbed against his leg and he jumped. A fox sat at his feet, looking
up at him with concerned eyes. The lettering appeared in the air before Seto
again. 'You Must Return To The Mansion' it said.
"Why?" Seto asked darkly.
'Your Brother' the lettering replied.
"Mokuba!" Seto stood quickly. He realized something sadly and hung his head
again. "I don't know the way out..." he mumbled, ashamed.
'Put Out The Fire, Then Follow The Fox'
Seto nodded and found the water bucket. He used it to douse the fire. He saw
the food out of the corner of his eyes. "What about all the food?" he asked
softly.
'I Will Take Care Of It... Go!'
Seto nodded and followed the fox, tripping every once in a while because of his
inability to see in the deepening darkness. "I should have asked for some
light," he grumbled to himself as he landed on his butt again. He pulled
himself to his feet sorely. "Gozaburo would be laughing if he could see me
now," he growled as he followed the fox again.
They reached the edge of the forest and the fox stopped. Seto reached down and
scratched it behind it's ears with the faintest of smiles. "Arigatou," he
mumbled before hurrying to the sidewalk and sprinting once he was again on
solid ground.
~~^**^~~
Mokuba felt the tears on his face as Gozaburo closed Mokuba's bedroom door
behind him. Gozaburo turned to look at him, his face cold. "Seto ran away, as
you very well know. Since I cannot punish him, I must punish you." Gozaburo let
the whip in his right hand snap next to Mokuba's cheek. "What do you think of
that, my little Mokuba?"
Mokuba shook his head vigorously. "O-on-onegai..." he stammered.
"You don't like my idea, then?" Gozaburo asked, closing in on the innocent boy.
"Nai!" he cried and tried running past his adopted father.
Gozaburo snapped the whip across the backs of Mokuba's legs. Mokuba let out a
pain-filled cry and fell to his knees, tears still glimmering as they flew down
his face. "No running away, Mokuba," Gozaburo hissed, taking his time to walk
around the boy so he faced him. "I'll teach you not to run away!" He rose the
whip up high.
The door burst open and Seto, seeing what Gozaburo was about to do, ran over
and got in the way. The whip stung his chest and he fell back a step as
Gozaburo's eyes widened in shock. "Murderer," Seto hissed. "Child abuser." He
took a step forward, his eyes flashing.
"Oniisan! Get out before he hurts you!" Mokuba cried behind Seto.
Seto smiled as he turned. "I'll be fine. Why don't you go into the living
room?" he asked softly.
"Absolutely not." The whip sang through the air before leaving a streak across
Seto's back. Seto bit his lip against the pain.
"Oniisan!" Mokuba cried again.
"Go," Seto hissed, then turned back to Gozaburo.
The whip sang again as Mokuba rose, leaving a red strip across Seto's shoulder.
Seto didn't flinch, but Mokuba stopped. "Sit down on your bed and I'll stop
whipping your brother," Gozaburo told the youngest, his voice almost sincere.
"Liar!" Seto shouted, then took a deep breath before speaking to his brother..
"Mokuba, go out into the living room." His voice was hard and determined.
"Now."
Mokuba ran from the room as the whip came down on Seto again. Seto grimaced as
the new bloody line created a crisscross with the other one on his chest.
"You'll always have one weakness, Seto," Gozaburo growled. "Your brother is the
way to always get at you."
Seto let out a bark that barely counted for the laugh it was meant to be. "And
I am your weakness," he pointed out. "Therefore, Mokuba-chan counts as your
weakness as well."
"No more," Gozaburo hissed before pushing Seto against the wall, the whip
falling to the floor where he'd once stood. Something in Gozaburo's eyes
frightened Seto and he drew in a sharp breath as Gozaburo started talking. "No
more will you haunt my dreams, Seto. I will keep you in check if it's the last
thing I do. You will not leave this house unless you are at my side. You will
do as I say when I say it. You will never have another day off and I will beat
you when I feel like it. Any violation of these new rules will lead to a
beating of Mokuba. Am I understood?"
Seto felt his mouth dry out and nodded dumbly. Gozaburo let him go and picked
up the whip. "Make sure Mokuba is in bed, then come to my room." He left.
Seto fought back his tears and walked downstairs to where Mokuba sat on the
couch. Mokuba launched himself into Seto's arms, tears mingling with Seto's
blood. "Oniisan! Are you okay?" he sobbed, nearly terrified beyond all comfort.
Seto hugged Mokuba tightly, ignoring the pain he was in. He focused on his
brother. Everything else, his own fear, Gozaburo, Trigne, everything, was
tossed to the side. Seto was strong, but Gozaburo had been correct about one
thing, Mokuba was his weakness. He'd almost lost the little boy he held now. As
it was, Seto could feel the fear and pain radiating from the younger boy. It
was almost too much, even for Seto.
"I'm fine," Seto mumbled, picking Mokuba up in a swift motion. Mokuba locked
his little hands around Seto's neck and buried his head in Seto's chest. Seto
smiled slightly as he carried his brother upstairs to the hall bathroom. He
closed the door, then looked around the room. "Otouto-chan, I need to put you
down so I can start your bath, okay?" he asked.
Mokuba nodded and loosened his death grip. Seto sat him on the toilet and he
let go. Seto walked over to the tub and started the water. Mokuba frowned at
the marks on Seto's back and shoulder. The one across his back was still
bleeding fairly heavily, staining the already ripped shirt around it. The one
on his shoulder looked only a little better, the stain not as bad. Mokuba
vaguely recalled the crisscross on Seto's chest and winced. "Gomen na," he
whispered, hanging his head sadly.
Seto walked over and knelt before his little brother. "Why?" he asked softly,
moving the hair out of Mokuba's face.
"If I wasn't here, you wouldn't be hurt right now," Mokuba mumbled.
Seto sighed. "Mokuba, look at me." Mokuba looked up into his older brother's
deep blue eyes. They were filled with pain, sadness, and love. "Otouto-chan, if
you weren't here, I'd have died a long time ago. You're what's keeping me alive
right now," Seto whispered. Truth rang in his voice and Mokuba gaped at him,
knowing how true the older boy's words had been.
Seto turned and walked back to the tub. ~He loves me,~ Mokuba knew. ~He loves
me so much he'd give his life for me. He'd give up his happiness for my
survival, for my happiness,~ Mokuba realized, the reality of the situation
hitting him hard. He remembered something from earlier. "Hirla called. She told
me what happened at the school," Mokuba mumbled. Seto stiffened slightly. "What
did you do to that guy to make him let go?"
Seto chuckled and shook his head. "You don't want to know," he told the younger
boy.
"Do too," Mokuba argued.
Seto sighed. "I bit him..."
Mokuba grinned. "Where?"
Seto stopped the water and turned around, a smile pulling at his lips as he
shook his head at his brother. "That's for me to know," he said softly. "Now,
let's get that stuff off you and you into the water, neh?"
Mokuba sighed and let his brother undress him, then set him in the tub. Seto's
hands were gentle as they cleaned Mokuba's skin with the bar of soap. Mokuba
relaxed into the touch. He trusted Seto to never hurt him, at least, not
intentionally. The older boy's actions only half an hour before had proved
that. He sighed as he remembered how dirty Seto was. Hirla had said Seto had
run off into the woods, ten of Gozaburo's men running in after him. "What
happened in the woods?" Mokuba asked softly.
Seto glanced at Mokuba through his hair. His sleeves were rolled up to his
elbows and his arms were soaked. The front of his shirt was slightly wet, but
still stained red. "I hid in a hollow tree. They almost found me, but then they
started chasing something else. It was probably a deer or something, for all I
know. I fell asleep in the tree." He sighed. "When I woke it was dark and I
headed back here."
"Why?" Mokuba asked, truly curious. It wasn't like Seto to run back into
danger, at least, not without good reason.
"Something told me you were in danger." Seto shrugged, then moved to clean the
whip marks on the back of Mokuba's legs. He flinched when he got a good look at
them. "Yaro..." he growled under his breath as he started to clean them gently.
Mokuba giggled at his brother's choice of vocabulary. Seto gave him an annoyed
look. "I thought you loved Gozaburo," Mokuba said after a silent moment.
Seto sighed. "Things changed," he mumbled, pulling the plug out of the tub's
drain.
"Is it because of me?" Mokuba asked sadly.
"You were the deciding factor, hai, but not the whole reason," Seto replied
softly. He looked up at Mokuba's face to see tears in the younger boy's eyes.
"Don't start crying again, Mokuba, please," Seto whispered. "I'm not sure I
could handle it."
Mokuba bit his lip and nodded. He let his brother help him out of the tub and
wrap a towel around him. Then Seto picked him up, pulled something out of the
bathroom cabinet, and carried Mokuba to Seto's room. Mokuba looked surprised.
"Why are you bringing me in here?" Mokuba asked.
Seto sighed and sat Mokuba on his bed. "Humor me," he suggested, placing the
first aid kit he'd grabbed on the bed and walking over to his closet. He pulled
a shirt out and walked back over to his brother. "Good. Put this on while I go
get you some underwear," he ordered, handing Mokuba the shirt. Mokuba nodded
and Seto left the room to go get the promised article of clothing.
Mokuba pulled on the shirt. It was big on him, but that was the idea. Seto
wasn't all that much bigger than him, but he'd taken to wearing baggy clothing
around the mansion and to his martial arts practice with Goshin within the past
year. Seto walked back in with a pair of Mokuba's boxers and tossed them at the
younger boy, then pulled off his shirt. He groaned at the tatters and tossed it
in the waste bin next to him. Then he turned back to Mokuba, who was standing
in front of the bed, watching him. Mokuba stared, horrified, at the maze of
scars covering Seto's chest, arms, and back. Mokuba could almost imagine what
Seto's legs looked like. "Kami-sama..." Mokuba whispered before forcing himself
to sit back on Seto's bed, his legs weak under him.
Seto sighed and glanced down at his chest. "I didn't think it looked quite that
bad," he complained. He glanced back up at Mokuba to catch a faint smile cross
his brother's face. Seto grinned slightly and walked over. "I need you to lay
on your stomach, so I can bandage your legs," he said softly.
Mokuba nodded and rolled onto his stomach. "What about you, oniisan?" he asked
as he felt Seto's hands move over his wounds.
Seto frowned. "I'll take care of them later. Don't worry about me," he said
softly.
Mokuba sighed. Seto would never let his little brother worry about him. Knowing
this didn't help reassure Mokuba that Seto was okay. "Okay, oniisan," he
mumbled.
Seto stood, done. "Arigatou." He helped Mokuba under the covers and walked to
the door, first aid kit in hand. "Get some sleep. I need to take a shower and
stuff, okay?"
Mokuba nodded. "Oyasumi, Seto," he mumbled, closing his eyes.
Seto smiled and flipped off the lights, then returned the kit to the bathroom.
He felt his throat tighten as he reached Gozaburo's room. The door was closed.
Seto placed a hand on the doorknob and his body froze. ~For Mokuba,~ he told
himself and stepped into the room. Gozaburo was nowhere to be seen and the
bathroom was empty. Seto was not relieved. He stepped into the room cautiously,
his heart hitting his chest hard.
A knife was suddenly at his throat and the door fell closed behind him, locking
softly. "Look what I've captured tonight," Gozaburo hissed.
Seto tensed. ~Kami-sama! Tasukete!~ he screamed in his mind as the knife bite
into his throat. ~TASUKETE!!~
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~~A/N: Rape scene next chapter. Any comments are welcome, even flames. Flames
tell me that I'm pissing people off, which is a good thing in my world... *evil
smile* Welcome to my world.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Ou! I love Kaiba Seto. He's my favorite
character. I'm only writing this because his adoptive father was cruel to him,
and I hint on this in almost all my fics. I felt the need to explain my
reasoning. Please, don't flame me. If you do, I shall only use those flames to
light my candles and oil lamps. I like burning things, even Seto... *evil
laughter*
KJ: I've made a decision, much to Seiji-baka's annoyance and Seto-chan's
glee... I won't have Goza-san rape Moku-kun. I can't bring myself to do that to
the little guy, ya know?
Seiji: As for Seto-baka...
Seto: *sends Seiji a dark look* Just you wait, you little ass...
KJ: I realize I lied back in chapter 17 about Noa-chan not appearing again
until Goza-san's death... *makes a face at Noa*
Noa: Gomen!!
KJ: *rolls eyes* Sure... Someone, do translations!!!
Gozaburo: Oyasumi -- Good Night / Tasukete! -- Help! / Yaro -- Bastard / Gomen
na -- I'm Sorry / Onegai -- Please / any others have been in past chapters and
been explained...
KJ: Anybody else like camping? *raises her own hand* Well? *sighs at lack of
response* Never mind... Anyway, I have more reviewers!!!
-
Ja!
KJ *grabs Noa and runs off with him*
Others: -_-*
***** Devil's Pain Game *****
Chapter Summary
     What's Seto-chan gotten himself into? *shivers*
     RAPE SCENE!!!!
Chapter_20:_Devil’s_Pain_Game
 
Gozaburo let out a laugh when he felt Seto tense. "What's wrong, Seto-tenshi?
Afraid of a little knife?"
"Stop calling me that," Seto hissed, ignoring the blood running down his
throat.
Gozaburo brought the knife up to caress Seto's face, leaving a faint line of
blood behind it. "Why? I like the name."
"Well I don't!" Seto said sharply.
"Watch your tone." The knife made a slash across Seto's chest. Seto let out a
hiss of pain and bit his lip. "Oh, gomen, did that hurt?" Gozaburo asked, his
voice mocking.
"Hanash te," Seto asked.
"Nai," Gozaburo replied.
"Hanash te, kono kuso-hara!" Seto growled angrily.
Gozaburo let Seto go, then kicked him between the legs. Seto fell to the floor
with a sob. Gozaburo circled the boy with a predatorily gaze. "I guess I should
have told you to watch your mouth, as well, but this is more fun anyway," he
commented idly.
"Yaro," Seto hissed, watching his adopted father with angry eyes.
Gozaburo grabbed Seto's hair and pulled the boy to his feet. Seto ground his
teeth together, to keep from crying out. Gozaburo, obviously not happy with
Seto's lack of response, threw the boy against the wall. Seto bit back a cry as
his back hit the wall full force. When he hit the ground on his side, his teeth
sunk into his lip and it started to bleed. "I told you to watch your mouth,"
Gozaburo growled, kneeling before the fallen boy.
Seto hissed at the man. Gozaburo pulled Seto back up and tossed him again. This
time, Seto's back was rammed into the corner of Gozaburo's desk and he let out
a cry. He curled into a ball on contact with the floor. ~He'll win if you don't
keep your mouth shut!~ Seto shouted to himself. ~If he wins, Mokuba's life is
forfeit!~
~Then we will not lose,~ that other side of him said.
Seto nodded and forced himself to stand, despite the pain in his back. "I'm
tired. Mind if I go to bed?" he asked calmly, as if Gozaburo was not beating
him up again.
Gozaburo growled and grabbed Seto's throat, choking him angrily. "You'll go
nowhere," he hissed.
"I'll go where I please!" Seto managed to choke out in a strong voice.
In a rage, Gozaburo threw him again. Seto choked on blood and the marshmallows
he'd eaten as it came up his throat once he'd hit the floor again. Gozaburo
walked over and kicked Seto's stomach as the boy lay, helpless, on the floor.
Seto let the stuff in his throat go and barfed up the blood and marshmallow
bits. Gozaburo, seeing this reaction, kicked Seto's stomach again, for no
obvious reason, except to see Seto do it again.
Seto hacked up more blood onto Gozaburo's clean floor. ~At least I've left a
mark,~ he thought tiredly.
~Get up!~ Seto's mind screamed. ~Ra, damn it all! Seto, get the hell up!~
~I can't...~ Seto mentally sobbed.
~Let me take over,~ the other part suggested.
~Who are you?~ Seto asked curiously.
The foot connected with Seto's stomach again. "Stop thinking, boy!" Gozaburo
shouted.
~That doesn't matter!~ the other half cried. ~I've been with you since your
birth, and I'm not leaving you now! Either get up yourself, or let me get up
for you!~
Seto forced himself into a sitting position and glared up at Gozaburo. "Let me
out," he hissed painfully.
Gozaburo's eyes narrowed and his foot came in contact with the side of Seto's
head. Seto gasped in pain as the room started to spin and it took all his
effort to stay sitting. ~Stand up!~ Seto nodded to himself and forced himself
to his feet, ignoring the spinning. He closed his eyes for a second.
Gozaburo narrowed his eyes as the boy stood unsteadily. Seto closed his eyes
and Gozaburo saw his chance. He forced Seto against the wall, one hand over
each of the boy's outstretched hands and his body pushing Seto's into the wall.
Seto's eyes flew open and Gozaburo detected the first sign of fear. "Déjà vu,
neh, Seto-tenshi?" Gozaburo whispered before grabbing Seto's lips in a bruising
kiss.
Seto's eyes widened as Gozaburo's thighs rubbed against his. ~NAI!~ Seto
screamed to himself and struggled against the man who was holding him down.
Gozaburo drew back, to allow Seto a chance to speak, but didn't stop moving his
hips. "Yameru!" Seto cried. "Yameru, Gozaburo!"
"Nai." Gozaburo's voice was flat. This was getting annoying. Seto wouldn't
behave, he'd become too wild, and he obviously would rather be with Mokuba or
Trigne. Gozaburo felt his anger rise another notch at the idea of his Seto with
Trigne. "Your lover is dead, boy, and your brother is in a difficult situation
as it is, without you adding to his pain. Why don't you just submit?" he asked
darkly.
"Iie!" Seto hissed. "Keep your dirty hands off otouto-chan!" His blue eyes
blazed in hatred.
Gozaburo felt himself shaking in anger. "Who said my hands would ever touch
your precious brother?" he growled.
"I don't want you within ten feet of him!" Seto returned. "And I want to go
back to the orphanage!"
That was the last straw for Gozaburo. "Too damn bad." He brought Seto's hands
over his head, grabbed them with one hand, and picked the boy up. Then he
carried him to the bed.
That was the first time Seto saw the handcuffs attached to the four bedposts.
"Hanash te! Hanash te, chikan!"
Gozaburo growled and quickly cuffed Seto's ankles and wrists to the bed. Then
he went and retrieved his knife. He used the glittering weapon to rid Seto of
his pants and boxers, then stood back to look over the boy.
Seto's skin was covered in scars from the past, scratches from the woods,
bruises from just now, a couple very old scabs from their last encounter a
couple weeks ago, and the whip and knife marks. A layer of sweat covered Seto's
skin, stinging his open wounds and adding to the dirt already covering his body
from his run in the woods. Where one could actually see his skin, one could
tell he was seriously pale. His blue eyes, although filled with pain and fear,
watched Gozaburo over his shoulder, as if searching for a weakness, or an
escape route.
Gozaburo placed the knife on his bedside table and undressed himself. "As for
your next lesson," he murmured, climbing onto the bed. Seto got a panicky look
in his eyes and started struggling against his bonds. Gozaburo grinned and held
Seto's hips down while he straddled the boy. "Tenshi," Gozaburo mumbled before
plunging into the boy's anus.
Seto let out a scream of pain. Gozaburo had always prepared him in the past.
This hurt like hell, and the man wasn't even stopping to give Seto time to
adjust. He just started pounding in and out. Seto felt his throat tighten and
he bit his lip to keep from screaming again. ~I won't give him that
satisfaction a second time!~ he shouted to himself. ~He surprised me the first
time, but I won't let him surprise me again. And I won't enjoy this.~ Seto bit
his lip even harder as he felt Gozaburo's release, the fluids stinging his torn
channel.
Gozaburo pulled out and glared at Seto. The boy was thinking again. His lip was
bleeding from biting it too much. Gozaburo slapped Seto's cheek. The boy
refocused on him, and spat in his face. Gozaburo growled and got off the bed,
wiping the spit-and-blood mixture away with one hand. "Goshin was right. You're
no more useful than a stupid sex toy," he growled, unlocking the handcuffs.
Then he went into the bathroom to take a shower, leaving a shocked Seto behind.
Seto grabbed a pair of his boxers out of Gozaburo's dresser, then fled to the
hall bathroom to take a shower himself. He got the water running the right
temperature and got in, standing under the water for a few silent moments
before he sat in the corner of the tub and let himself cry. His sobs were soft,
as he didn't want to wake Mokuba up.
~~^**^~~
Mokuba hadn't fallen asleep after Seto had left. He sat in the bed and thought
about what had happened. He heard a few thumps from Gozaburo's room and a
pitiful cry from Seto, some speaking, then a couple more thumps. There were
some more quiet words and a slight struggle. Seto cried something that sounded
to Mokuba like 'Yameru! Yameru, Gozaburo!'
Then there was more quiet words, that, to Mokuba, were like whispers in a
foreign language. Then Seto cried something that Mokuba couldn't quite make
out. There was a couple moments of silence, then a blood curling scream from
Seto. Mokuba's eyes went wide at the sound and he dove under the covers, hiding
from nothing. He was terrified. Seto had never made a sound like that in the
past, no matter what happened.
The next thing Mokuba heard was Seto's pained walk down the hall and the
bathroom door close. The water turned on and Mokuba crawled out of Seto's bed.
He walked over to the door and looked out into the hallway cautiously. No one
was there and he heard the shower running from Gozaburo's room. Mokuba deemed
it safe and walked over to the bathroom door. He heard what sounded like Seto
sitting down in the tub, then the sound of Seto crying.
Mokuba took a step back, surprised. He hadn't heard Seto cry since before the
orphanage. He wanted to comfort his brother, but knew Seto wouldn't be pleased.
Mokuba hung his head sadly and walked back to Seto's room. He curled up under
the covers once again and closed his eyes, waiting for Seto to come.
About ten minutes later, when Mokuba was starting to fall asleep, Seto walked
in in his boxers, his hair and skin soaked. He walked over to his dresser and
pulled out a shirt. Mokuba chanced a look and almost gasped at the condition
his brother was in. The cuts across his chest were no surprise, it was the
large, ugly bruise over Seto's stomach and the mark on his back. His face was
bruised and he seemed to limp just slightly.
Seto pulled the shirt on carefully and got into his bed, his whole body sore.
He smiled at the seemingly sleeping form of his little brother and drew Mokuba
close to him, as if to protect him. Then he fell asleep.
Mokuba let himself be dragged against Seto and let out a small sigh. Although
Seto was hurt, he was still doing everything to care for Mokuba. ~I know he's
trying to protect me, but does he have to get himself hurt so bad in the
process?~ Mokuba asked himself sadly. When he got no response, he let himself
doze off in his brother's embrace.
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~~A/N: Gomen Seto-chan lovers!!! I said I'd do this, and I TOTALLY regret it,
but it had to be done!!! It's in the sequel, for Kami-sama's sake!!! *suddenly
smiles* And we're nearing the end, anyway... I'll give this story about three
to five more chapters, hopefully the former. The sooner this is over, the
sooner I'll return to the sequel, unless Seiji decides otherwise... *glares at
Seiji*
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Ou! I love Kaiba Seto. He's my favorite
character. I'm only writing this because his adoptive father was cruel to him,
and I hint on this in almost all my fics. I felt the need to explain my
reasoning. Please, don't flame me. If you do, I shall only use those flames to
light my candles and oil lamps. I like burning things, even Seto... *evil
laughter*
KJ: Seto-chan, please define your foul language.
Seto: Hai, hai... Japanese -- English: Tenshi -- Angel / Gomen -- Sorry /
Hanash te -- Let me go / Nai/Iie -- No / Kono kuso-hara -- You asshole / Yaro -
- Bastard / Yameru -- Stop / Otouto-chan -- Little brother / Chikan -- Pervert
/ Hai -- Yes.
KJ: You're very funny... *gives Seto an annoyed look, then looks back at
readers* Stay tuned for chapter 21, which doesn't have a title yet, but will by
the time I put it up!!! *idiotic look*
Seiji: I don't know her...
KJ: *glares at Seiji* Hai, you do. Baka...
Seto: Baka -- Idiot/Jackass.
Noa: I think I like the second translation better...
Seto: Me too.
Seiji: I'll kill you both!! *chases Noa and Seto around the room*
KJ: Morons... *puts out foot and trips Seiji* Stop chasing my bishies, you
idiot...
Seiji: *into floor* They're all against me...
KJ: Get up and help me write the next chapter...
-
Ja!
KJ
***** The Truth Gets Out *****
Chapter Summary
     The morning after Seto-chan is beat up... Mokuba gets a little
     curious, and Seto-chan forgets how to control his temper...
Chapter_21:_The_Truth_Gets_Out
 
When Mokuba woke, he found Seto sitting next to him on the bed, fully dressed.
The older boy looked like he was thinking, but snapped back to reality as soon
as Mokuba stirred next to him. "Ohayo," Seto said with a soft smile.
Mokuba gasped. The bruise on Seto's face looked much worse, and there was a
line of scabs across Seto's cheek. The side of his head looked like it had a
bump, and Mokuba could tell when Seto turned his head slightly that the back of
his head looked the same as the side. He wore a turtle-neck shirt, but Mokuba
could still catch the bruise and cut mark on Seto's neck. "What happened?" he
whispered.
Seto grimaced. "Nothing. Don't worry about it." He stood. "I got you some
clothi–" he started, pointing to a pile of clothing at the bottom of the bed.
"Why did you scream last night?" Mokuba whispered.
Seto stiffened. "Get dressed," he ordered before hurrying from the room.
Mokuba frowned. He'd been right. Seto had acquired a slight limp. ~Something
happened last night,~ Mokuba thought as he got up and grabbed his clothing to
change. ~And I think it has to do with Gozaburo...~
~~^**^~~
Seto sat on the top step, his head in his hands. He was sore all over, and his
shower from the night before hadn't helped as much as he'd hoped it would. ~Now
what? Mokuba's asking questions I cannot answer...~ he thought to himself
sadly.
~There's little you can do, Seto. You can either tell him, or ignore him,~ the
other half suggested.
~I can't ignore him!~ Seto complained.
~Ignore his questions, is what I meant,~ his other half amended. ~I know you
could never ignore him. He's the reason you're still here.~
~Yeah...~ Seto sighed into his hands. ~I guess I could just tell him parts of
it...~
~What might you leave out?~
~The rape...~ Seto shivered. ~And some of the things he said. I'll leave out
the things that aren't obvious...~
~Seto...~ his other half sighed.
"Oniisan?" Mokuba asked from behind Seto. His voice was hurt.
Seto turned around. "What's wrong, otouto-chan?"
"Why won't you tell me what happened?" Mokuba begged.
Seto sighed and patted the step next to him. "Come here..." Mokuba sat next to
him and Seto hugged his brother around his small shoulders. "I was just having
a talk with Gozaburo last night. It's nothing you need to worry about."
Mokuba made a face. "You came back with bruises and cuts all over your body and
you were crying in the bathroom. What's not to worry about?" he asked in a dark
voice.
Seto sighed and closed his eyes. "I told you to go to sleep." he mumbled.
"It's kinda difficult to sleep when you hear all that noise at night," Mokuba
returned.
"Gomen..." Seto mumbled.
"Good. You're both up," Gozaburo said from behind them.
Seto tensed and forced himself to stand. He faced Gozaburo, standing between
his brother and the man. "What do you want?" he hissed, his face an ugly sneer.
Gozaburo's hand flew across Seto's face, the sound loud in the silent house.
"Check your anger, Seto," he hissed before pushing past the boy to go
downstairs.
Mokuba stayed behind Seto, ever fearful of his adopted father. "Oniisan?"
Mokuba asked when he felt Seto trembling. He looked up at Seto's face, one
cheek red. The boy's eyes were narrowed, watching Gozaburo walk down the
stairs.
"I'll do as I fucking please!" Seto suddenly shouted. "Hit me all you want! You
made me this way! My actions are your own fault, Gozaburo! You're just like
your own father! A good-for-nothing asshole!"
Gozaburo tensed at the bottom of the stairs and he stopped. Mokuba watched with
fear-filled eyes as the man turned to look back up at the two brothers. "Is
that so, my tenshi?" he asked.
Seto hissed angrily. "I hate that name!" he shouted. "I'm no angel, and I'm
certainly not yours!"
"At least you got part of that right," Gozaburo returned before spinning around
and stalking off into the house. "I'm leaving in half-an-hour, and you're
coming with!" he shouted over his shoulder.
"Am not!" Seto shouted back. Gozaburo didn't reply.
"Oniisan, you shouldn't make him angry," Mokuba whispered.
Seto smiled down at his brother. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Mokuba shook his head. ~Nai, he doesn't! He'll get himself killed this way!~ he
thought.
"Let's go ask the cook for something to eat, neh?" Seto asked lightly.
"Hai," Mokuba mumbled and followed Seto downstairs.
~~^**^~~
"What do you mean?!" Seto cried.
The cook sighed. "Kaiba-sama says that you aren't allowed to eat this morning,
Seto-kun. Gomen na..."
"That fucking asshole!" Seto stormed out of the kitchen to go find Gozaburo.
"Do they normally do this?" Mokuba asked as he accepted the food the cook
handed him. Gozaburo hadn't restricted his meals.
"Nai... Those two used to come in here and eat together, smiling..." The cook
sighed. "So much has changed..."
Mokuba nodded. "I know..."
A scream from Seto startled both Mokuba and the cook. Mokuba turned to go when
the cook placed a restraining hand on his shoulder. "Mokuba-kun, you're better
off in here. If Seto-kun had wanted you with him, he would have brought you
with him."
"But..." Mokuba stared in the direction Seto had gone.
The cook turned him to the kitchen table. "Don't go out there," she said
softly. "I have a feeling you won't like it."
Mokuba bit his lip, but sat and started nibbling on his food. ~Oniisan...~ he
thought sadly, hanging his head.
~~^**^~~
Seto stormed into the dining room. "What are trying to pull?" he asked angrily.
Gozaburo rolled his eyes. "I'm not trying to pull anything. I'm reminding you
who's boss of this household."
"Fuck you," Seto hissed.
Gozaburo stood and walked over to Seto. "That used to be your job, as I
recall," he said calmly before ramming his fist into Seto's side. Seto didn't
see the knife until it was too late.
The knife bit into his flesh and Seto let out a scream. Gozaburo drew the knife
out and watched as Seto fell to his knees. "Yaro..." Seto hissed painfully, his
hand over the wound.
Gozaburo turned away. "Get out of my sight," he ordered before walking back to
his seat. He sat and watched as Seto somehow managed to stand, his hand still
covering his wound. "And clean yourself up."
"I'm still hungry," Seto mumbled.
"And whose fault is that?" Gozaburo asked darkly.
"Apparently, yours," Seto grumbled.
Gozaburo shot him a dark look. "I thought I told you to get out of my sight and
clean up!" he shouted.
"I'm not moving 'til I get something to eat!" Seto shouted back.
"Well you're not getting anything to eat!" Gozaburo's voice rose another notch.
"Then I guess I'm going to continue to bleed all over your damn floor!" Seto
returned sharply.
"You've bled on my floors enough!" Gozaburo shouted angrily.
"And whose fault is that?" Seto asked a little softer than before.
Gozaburo stood from the table quickly and moved to push Seto against the wall,
holding his neck in one hand. Seto would have struggled, but his side hurt too
much, so he set for just glaring at the man. "You really like pain, don't you?"
Gozaburo growled.
"I'm just hungry," Seto replied darkly.
Gozaburo growled and led Seto back into the kitchen. He pushed Seto towards the
cook. "Give him some cold scraps," he growled before turning on his heels and
leaving.
Seto sighed and sat at the table, across from Mokuba, as the cook went into the
refrigerator. "Oniisan?" Mokuba asked sadly.
Seto smiled at him. "What, otouto-chan?" he asked in a kind voice.
The cook set a plate of cold food before Seto. She nodded at his side. "Do you
want me to bandage that for you, Seto-kun?" she asked calmly.
Seto shook his head. "Nai. I'll be fine. Arigatou."
The cook nodded and moved away as Seto looked back at Mokuba. Mokuba frowned
sadly. "You want my food?" he asked softly.
Seto smiled lightly and shook his head. "Eat your own food, otouto-chan. I'll
be fine." He picked at the cold food with a sigh. "Don't get in trouble on my
account."
"What did he do?" Mokuba asked, nodding at Seto's side.
Seto glanced down. Red ran through his fingers slowly and his shirt was stained
beyond repair. "Got mad," he mumbled. "Stabbed me with his knife."
The cook dropped her spoon and Mokuba gasped. "Oniisan!" Mokuba cried.
Seto sighed. "I'm fine, really," he complained as the cook walked over with her
first aid kit.
"I don't think so." The cook pursed her lips. "Stand up, shirt off." Seto
opened his mouth to complain. "Nai. I'll hear none of your complaining, Seto-
kun," she told him seriously.
Seto groaned and stood. "I'll be fine. I don't need you guys worrying over me
so much," he complained, but did as he was told.
Mokuba stood quickly. "Oniisan..." His eyes watered at the sight of Seto's
front. The cook bit her lip and went to work on the stab in his side.
Seto closed his eyes against the sadness in Mokuba's eyes. "I told you to let
it be," he whispered.
The cook frowned. "I'll never understand how you manage to piss him off so
much," she mumbled.
"I don't know how to keep my mouth shut," Seto grumbled.
"Obviously." The cook finished and took his shirt. "You can't wear this again,
even if it goes through the wash. I'm throwing it out," she told him.
"I might as well stop wearing shirts all together," Seto grumbled, sitting back
down. "I go through them so quickly." Mokuba walked over and stood in front of
Seto with an annoyed look. Seto sighed. "What?"
"How?" Mokuba demanded. The cook watched them quietly, wondering how the boy
had managed to get so many wounds herself.
"He threw me into the walls a few times, not to mention his desk. When I
wouldn't get up one time, he used my stomach as a soccer ball." Seto shrugged.
"I assume he found it entertaining."
"We should tell child services," the cook mumbled.
"When Goshin threatened to take Gozaburo to court over his abuse, Goshin died."
Seto's eyes flashed. "If you like your life, you'll leave it be."
The cook turned on Seto angrily. "Are you telling me Kaiba-sama murdered
Goshin?" she asked.
"Slashed his throat with a knife while I distracted everyone else," Seto agreed
calmly.
"Y-you knew?" Mokuba asked, shocked. He took a step back from Seto. "You h-
helped him?!" Tears slipped from his eyes and down his cheeks.
Seto stood suddenly, his eyes blazing. "I knew. I helped him. I kicked the
bastard while he was helpless. Get over it, Mokuba. I said I wasn't an angel,"
he said sharply, then fled the room.
Mokuba and the cook stared after him. ~Kami-sama...~
~~^**^~~
~I have to get out of here!~ Seto cried to himself.
~What about Mokuba?~ the other half asked as Seto pulled on his shoes.
~He's part of the reason I have to leave!~ Seto cried. He felt like sobbing.
~Gozaburo will kill him!~
~Not when he has to get to work in ten minutes!~ Seto returned, pulling open
the door.
"Seto!" Mokuba ran from the kitchen, something telling him he had to find his
brother.
Gozaburo had seen Seto run from the kitchen. Now he watched Mokuba run after
him. A soft alarm went off in his pocket and he pulled it out. Someone had
opened the front door. Gozaburo's eyes widened as he realized what that meant.
"Chikusho! Seto, don't you dare walk out that door!" he shouted, standing and
hurrying to the door.
"Go to hell, Gozaburo!" Seto shouted back before slamming the front door. He
sprinted out the gates and back towards the woods. ~Why can't they all just
leave me alone?!~ he cried.
~Seto! You're acting crazy! You can't leave like this!~ the other part of him
shouted in his head.
~I just did,~ Seto replied, slowing as he saw the woods. The fox waited for him
at the edge of the woods.
~Go back, now! Think of Mokuba!~ the other side pleaded.
~Fuck off,~ Seto replied, then followed the fox into the woods, knowing the
beast wouldn't get him lost, now or ever.
~~^**^~~
Gozaburo grabbed Mokuba angrily. "What happened?!" he demanded.
"Let me go!" Mokuba cried. "Lemme go, you murderer!"
Gozaburo let go, shocked. Mokuba hurried upstairs to Seto room. ~No wonder he
ran,~ Gozaburo realized. ~He told Mokuba what happened at the zoo...~ Gozaburo
stood, his mind spinning. He had only five minutes before he had to leave the
house. "Kuso," he growled, pulling out his phone. He dialled a number quickly.
Someone picked up. "Seto's run away, again. Have your men keep an eye out for
him, but don't go in the woods, he knows how to hide too well in there. Also, I
want guards posted to keep Mokuba in the mansion until I get back tonight." He
turned off his phone and walked upstairs to Seto's room.
Mokuba was shivering under Seto's covers. "Stay in the mansion. I have guards
posted. I'll be back tonight." He turned and walked down the hall to get some
things he'd need for work, then he left.
Mokuba, meanwhile, managed to sob himself to sleep. "Oniisan..." he whispered
sadly.
-
~~A/N: *Grrr....* Seiji-baka... *shakes fist at cowering Seiji*
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Ou! I love Kaiba Seto. He's my favorite
character. I'm only writing this because his adoptive father was cruel to him,
and I hint on this in almost all my fics. I felt the need to explain my
reasoning. Please, don't flame me. If you do, I shall only use those flames to
light my candles and oil lamps. I like burning things, even Seto... *evil
laughter*
KJ: Everyone else is kinda asleep... The Japanese is either translated in
earlier chapters or fairly simple to figure out... (Kuso -- Shit / Chikusho -
- Damn/Shit(more intense) )
-
Ja!
KJ
***** New Attack *****
Chapter Summary
     How else can Gozaburo hurt Seto-chan?
Chapter_22:_New_Attack
 
'It Was Kinda Stupid To Leave That Way, You Know' the letters appeared before
Seto as the boy sat on the same log he'd sat on before.
"Or so I've been told," Seto grumbled.
'He's Not Sending Anyone Into The Woods This Time, At Least' the lettering told
him. 'But, When He Gets Back From The Office, I Fear For Your Brother's Life'
"Then, I'll be home by then," Seto mumbled.
'That's What You Say Now'
"That's what I mean!" Seto exploded. "Everyone always think they know what's
best for me! No one ever asks me what's best for me! Why can't the lot of you
ever leave me alone?!" He stormed over to the hollow tree and climbed up into
the branch.
'Gomen nasai...' a ghostly voice whispered.
In the branch, Seto didn't hear the voice. He just curled up into a ball and
closed his eyes. "Mokuba..." he whispered before his body shut down and he
dozed off.
~~^**^~~
Gozaburo got home early, to find Mokuba still asleep and most of the household
servants gone home for the day. He managed to catch the cook, threatened her
daughter's life if she spoke to a soul about what Seto had revealed, and told
her to go home early. The woman had left tearfully.
Gozaburo went about, kicking all the other servants out. Then he sent most of
his guards home. The few that were left he ordered to let Seto by, without
challenge, once the boy got home. He also told them to not let Seto back out
again once he'd entered the house.
Then, Gozaburo went to get himself something to eat. He knew better than to try
and feed Mokuba. With what he had planned for the boy, Mokuba wouldn't be able
to keep much down. He knew Seto would come back at one point, but the only way
to wake Seto up to who was boss at the moment was to beat up on the boy's
little brother, his only weakness.
He finished his food and walked upstairs. He peeked into Seto's room. Yup,
Mokuba was still fast asleep. Good. This made his job easier... Gozaburo
grinned and walked to his room. He unlocked the handcuffs from his bed and
grabbed his whip.
Then he walked to Mokuba's real bedroom. He fixed the cuffs to the bedposts and
placed the whip on the bedside table. He'd left his knife in his own bedroom.
Despite how much he liked using it, he'd cut Mokuba a little slack. It was,
after all, the boy's first real torture session. Gozaburo chuckled to himself
as he went to collect the boy.
~~^**^~~
'SETO!!' the ghostly voice shouted up the tree.
Seto groaned. "Who's there?" he complained, keeping his eyes closed. He was
sorely tempted to just go back to sleep and ignore the voice.
'You have to get up!' the ghost cried.
"I don't have to do anything," Seto returned darkly, still keeping his eyes
closed.
~It might do you some good to listen to him, you know,~ Seto's other half
grumbled.
"I'm trying to sleep here!" Seto cried, for both the beings' benefits. "Why
can't you just let me be?"
'Get up!' the ghost shouted again. This time, his voice was more of a command.
~Get up, Seto!~ his mind ordered.
Seto groaned again and opened his eyes. "I'm up... Kami-sama... What a tough
crowd to please..."
'Your Eyes May Be Open, But You're Still Not Up' the ghostly lettering grumbled
at him.
Seto rolled his eyes. "I'm coming."
The lettering disappeared as Seto climbed back down. He stretched lightly, his
body still sore. He let out a moan as his body moved the wrong way. 'You Okay?'
the lettering asked, concerned.
Seto sighed. "I'm just a little stiff," he grumbled. "Nothing to worry about."
~I think you say that too often,~ Seto's mind commented.
~Go away,~ Seto grumbled.
~I can't, you moron. You're stuck with me,~ Seto mind returned dryly.
~Ha ha,~ Seto replied in an equally dry voice. He stepped out into the clearing
and gasped. "What time is it?" he whispered, his voice filled with fear.
'Too Late' the ghostly lettering told him. 'Your Brother's Life Is In Danger'
Seto's eyes widened and he had to sit on a log, to keep from falling over.
"Kami-sama... I'm so stupid..." he whispered to no one in particular.
'I Won't Comment On That' the lettering grumbled. 'You Can Still Get Back To
The Mansion In Time'
"Seriously?" Seto looked up hopefully.
'You'll Have To Run The Whole Way And You Need Food'
"But, Mokuba..." Seto started when his stomach made itself known.
'Look Next To You' the lettering suggested.
Seto did so. One of his shirts, black in color, sat on the log next to him, a
small container next to it. Seto popped the container open. There were four
rolls of sushi and some tonkatsu. Seto found some chopsticks and dug in
happily. "How'd you know my favorite fish?" Seto asked through a mouthful of
food.
'Some Questions Are Better Left Unanswered' was the lettering's only reply.
Seto pursed his lips in annoyance, but made no comment and went back to his
food. One he was done, He pulled on his shirt, wincing as he pulled something.
~I don't want to hear it,~ he warned his mind, which then chuckled.
The lettering reappeared with the fox. The fox had a small flashlight in its
mouth. 'Go Now. The Fox Will Lead You. Good Luck, Seto' the lettering said.
Seto ducked his head. "Arigatou." He took the flashlight and turned it on.
"Let's go!" he ordered the fox. The fox started off and Seto hurried after it.
"I'm coming, otouto-chan. Hang on..." he whispered.
~~^**^~~
Seto ran up the front lawn. He saw a couple guards. ~I guess I'm staying in the
mansion tonight,~ he grumbled to himself.
~I guess so,~ his mind replied.
Seto slipped through the front door and kicked off his shoes. He stepped into
the living room. ~Where could he be?~ he thought darkly.
~Upstairs, I'll bet,~ his mind suggested.
Seto nodded and started up the stairs. A sudden scream startled him. ~Mokuba!~
he realized and hurried up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He reached
the top of the stairs and looked down the hallway. ~Which room?~
~Call out. It's your only hope.~
~Right.~ Seto took another look around. "Otouto-chan!" he shouted.
"Oniisan!" Mokuba called, then screamed again. This time, Seto could hear the
whip.
Seto felt his throat catch and tears burn his eyes as he turned and ran towards
Mokuba's room. He rammed into the door, but it was locked. "Leave him alone,
Gozaburo!" he shouted through the door.
Mokuba let out another scream as the whip snapped again. "Oniisan!" he cried
again, his voice choked with sobs. Gozaburo's laughter carried through the
door.
Seto was hit with remembrance of Gozaburo's words the night before ' "You'll
always have one weakness, Seto. Your brother is the way to always get at you."
' Seto rammed into the door again. "Let him go! Let him go, Gozaburo! Leave my
brother alone!" He banged his fists against the door. "Damn you!"
The door flew open to show Gozaburo, whip in hand, a sadistic grin on his face.
"Why, Tenshi, how nice of you to join us," he said in a cruel voice.
"Yaro," Seto spat out. "Where's my brother?"
Gozaburo moved to the side just enough so that Seto could see his brother
handcuffed to his bed, the sheets around him blood-soaked. Mokuba's clothing
was torn by the whip and his face was contorted in pain. Mokuba glanced over at
the door, his face tear-stained. "Oniisan..." he whispered.
Seto had been standing in shock until his brother spoke. Mokuba's voice broke
him out for his surprise and his rage boiled his blood. "I'll kill you!" he
screamed at Gozaburo.
Before Seto could do another thing, Gozaburo grabbed him by his throat and
rammed him against the doorframe. Seto bit back a cry. His feet dangled in the
air and his eyes were anger-filled. "You're going to your room right now, or
I'll kill your pathetic brother here and now," Gozaburo whispered, his eyes and
voice cold and hard. Seto's eyes widened. "And then you'll stay in your room
for the rest of the night, no matter what. Am I understood?"
Seto closed his eyes in defeat. "H-hai..." he whispered.
Gozaburo let him down. "Get out of my sight. The only place I want you to go to
is your room." His voice held a sneer.
Seto bit back a sob and nodded, then turned down the hallway to his room. He
looked back one last time, to see Gozaburo watching him. "I hate you so much,"
he hissed, then walked into his room and slammed his door. He leaned against
the door, half hoping Gozaburo would leave Mokuba and come down to beat him for
his words.
The was a scream from Mokuba's room and it took all of Seto's willpower to not
run back out there. Instead, the boy ran to his bed and threw himself onto it,
sobbing bitterly. Mokuba screamed again. ~Is this how Mokuba felt last night?
Did he feel this helpless, or was he more afraid?~ he asked himself.
~I cannot answer that, Seto,~ his mind replied.
"Oniisan!" Mokuba screamed. "Tasuketo!"
"Aitsume..." Seto whispered to his pillows. "Aitsume!"
~This is too much... What's he trying to prove?~ Seto's mind asked angrily.
Seto wandered over to his closet, his steps unsteady and his face covered in
tears. He got to his closet and pulled out a small stuffed bunny. With the
buddy, he started back to his bed. A scream came again when he was half-way
across the room and Seto's legs gave way from under him. He fell to his knees,
ignoring the jarring pain that ran through his body. "Mokuba-chan..." he
whispered, hugging the bunny to his chest. He started across the floor again,
but this time on his knees.
"Yameru!" Mokuba screamed.
Seto crawled onto his bed and curled up with the bunny, ignoring the pain
shooting through his own body. "I hate him," he whispered to the bunny. "I'll
let him beat on me, but not on Mokuba-chan..."
~Why do I have a feeling this won't turn out well for Gozaburo?~ Seto's mind
asked softly.
Seto's eyes were chilled, just like the day Goshin was killed. But, now, there
was a fire in them, a fire fueled by his hatred, disgust, and the screams of
his brother. "I'll kill him," Seto hissed. "I'll find a way to make him pay."
~Seto...~ the other half whispered, afraid of the boy he shared a soul with for
the second time since Seto's birth. ~You can't just go around killing people.
It's against the law.~
~I'm not just killing him. I'm dealing my judgment, like any good president
would.~
~Seto, you're turning in to him!~
~No, I'm not. You see, Gozaburo doesn't have a conscience. I have you. You can
talk me out of most of the stupid things I want to do, I promise, but you have
to let me kill him. I can't let him live, not after this.~
Mokuba let out another scream. The other half of Seto felt Seto's anger burn
within the both of them. Seto was right, this was too much. ~Agreed. I'll even
help you,~ he decided.
~You need a name,~ Seto mumbled, his eyes closing as he drifted towards sleep.
~I am Seth.~
-
~~A/N: *sobs pitifully* Moku-kun!! I can't believe I just did that to him!!!
I'm in shock! Kami-sama...
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Ou! I love Kaiba Seto. He's my favorite
character. I'm only writing this because his adoptive father was cruel to him,
and I hint on this in almost all my fics. I felt the need to explain my
reasoning. Please, don't flame me. If you do, I shall only use those flames to
light my candles and oil lamps. I like burning things, even Seto... *evil
laughter*
Seiji: *evil laughter* This was fun!
KJ: You're so stupid...
Seto: I want otouto-chan...
*Mokuba appears out of nowhere and runs into Seto arms tearfully*
Noa: I feel like I did nothing here...
Seth: You're not alone...
Noa: At least you got to talk!!
Seth: But you knew his fav food!!
Seto: Hey, KJ-san, what's with the bunny?
KJ: *huggles her stuffed bunny* I figured you could use something to cuddle
with...
Seto: Have Seiji-baka do the translations and stuff...
KJ: Seiji-baka, you heard the man!
Seiji: Japanese -- English: Gomen nasai -- I'm sorry / Kami-sama -- God /
Arigatou -- Thank you / Otouto-chan -- Little brother / Oniisan -- Big brother
/ Tenshi -- Angel / Yaro -- Bastard / Hai -- Yes / Tasuketo -- Help me /
Aitsume -- Damn him/her / Yameru -- Stop
Noa: Tonkatsu is a Japanese dish of pork cutlets that are breaded, deep fried,
and eaten with a special sauce and thinly shredded cabbage. Sushi is a Japanese
dish of small rectangular blocks of seasoned rice topped/stuffed with pieces of
hot Japanese horseradish.
KJ: I don't like sushi...
Seth: I've never had it...
KJ: Feel lucky... It's disgusting...
Seto, Noa, Seiji, & Mokuba: -_-*
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Ja!
KJ
***** I'll Never Leave You, If You'll Never Leave Me *****
Chapter Summary
     Here's the last chapter, and the defenestration I've been promising
     since the beginning!! *winks*
     CHARACTER DEATH!!! (Arigatou, Kami-sama!!)
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Chapter_23:_I’ll_Never_Leave_You,_If_You’ll_Never_Leave_Me
 
Seto woke to chirping birds and a sharp pain in his side. He moaned and forced
himself to sit up, sorely tempted to throw something at the happy birds.
Instead, he hugged his bunny and sat it against his pillows. Then he pulled
himself out of his bed and forced himself to do a few simple stretches. When he
was done with these, he peeked his head out his bedroom door to check for
Gozaburo. The hallway was empty, but he knew better than to trust that too
much. ~First aid kit,~ he reminded himself and slipped out into the hall to go
to the bathroom.
When he left the bathroom, he headed for Mokuba's room. The house's silence was
unnerving and he was on edge. He wrinkled his nose at the unmistakable scent of
blood. ~Yaro...~ he growled to himself before pushing open the door quietly.
The scent of blood grew stronger and, for some unknowable reason, Seto's heart
sped up.
"Look who's finally decided to join us," Gozaburo said dryly as the door opened
enough to reveal him to the boy.
Seto froze, his eyes widening. "Why are you here?" Seto whispered after a
moment of intense silence.
Gozaburo narrowed his eyes at the boy. "I might ask you the same thing."
~Don't piss him off,~ Seth warned.
Seto nodded mentally. "I'm here to check on otouto-chan," he mumbled, refusing
to meet Gozaburo's eyes.
"You can't." Gozaburo blocked Seto's way into the room.
"Why the hell not?" Seto hissed, locking his gaze with Gozaburo's for the first
time, his temper rising dangerously.
~Calm down!~ Seth shouted. Seto immediately hung his head and closed his eyes,
hoping his outburst hadn't caused his brother any sort of extra pain.
"We have to leave for the office, and you are coming this time," Gozaburo said,
choosing to ignore Seto's tone.
"Onegai..." Seto whispered, his head still down but his eyes open. "Just give
me one minute."
Gozaburo sighed. "One minute, in this room, and you won't need that first aid
kit," he told the boy, his heart softening at Seto's sadness.
Seto handed Gozaburo the kit, then hurried into the darkened room, stopping at
a slight distance from the bed. "Otouto-chan?" Seto asked the form on the bed.
He knew that Mokuba might just wish to be left alone right now.
The form jumped up and dashed into Seto's waiting arms. "O-onii...s-san..."
Mokuba sobbed into Seto's chest.
"Hush..." Seto whispered, rubbing his brother's back gently. Although his voice
was soft, his blood was boiling in anger. "Are you okay?" Mokuba shook his
head, refusing to look up at Seto. Seto bit his lip to hold back a sharp word
or two aimed at the man behind him. "Anything I can do to make it better?" he
whispered once he trusted his voice and words.
"Hug," Mokuba mumbled, his sobs quieting some. He knew Seto would take care of
him.
Seto tightened his arms ever so slightly. ~This is wrong,~ he growled to Seth.
~And he'll do it again, because he knows it gets to you,~ Seth pointed out.
~Not if he's dead.~ Seto's mind voice was chilled. Seth shivered mentally.
"Time's up!" Gozaburo called, walking over to them.
Mokuba hid his face in Seto's chest and started shaking violently, his knees
weak. Seto picked his brother up and glared at Gozaburo angrily. "He's staying
in my room," he growled, holding Mokuba protectively.
~Seto! You're going to piss him off!~ Seth cried.
~I don't care.~
Gozaburo's hand flew across Seto's face, making Seto take an unsteady step
back. Gozaburo was shaking in anger and Mokuba had buried his face in Seto's
shoulder, crying miserably. "What gives you the right to decide where Mokuba
stays while we're gone?" Gozaburo growled.
"What gives you the right to beat him because you're pissed at me?" Seto shot
back. He knew he was on dangerous ground, for both him and his brother, but he
didn't care. He was not leaving his brother in the room the boy had been just
beat in. That was cruel.
"I give me the right, and I'm your guardian," Gozaburo growled, doing
everything in his power to keep from hitting Seto again. His violence would
only provoke the boy, and the gleam in his eyes was already murderous.
"Fine guardian you are. You can't even keep me in the house, and it takes
beating my little brother up to bring me back," Seto hissed.
Gozaburo looked like he'd been slapped. He regained his posture quickly, and
growled at Seto. "Fine, get out of here. But, if you're not downstairs and
ready to go in five minutes, I'm coming up after you." Then he turned and
stormed from the room.
Seto grinned and hugged Mokuba gently before leaving the room and walking to
his room. He sat Mokuba on his bed and handed him the bunny, then went to get
himself dressed. He felt good, knowing he'd touched a nerve in his adopted
father. ~Now who is the master?~ he asked Seth. Seth just sighed in response.
Mokuba sat up on Seto's bed, clutching the bunny tightly. He watched his big
brother move around the room with the slightest skip in his step. "Oniisan?" he
whispered.
Seto turned quickly and walked over to sit on the bed next to Mokuba, his eyes
concerned. "What's wrong, otouto-chan?" he whispered, his smile faded.
"Do you have to go?" Mokuba asked sadly, clutching the bunny even tighter.
"Oh, Mokuba..." Seto sighed and drew Mokuba to his chest, hugging him gently.
"I have to go, if I don't want you hurt again," he whispered. "I promise that,
when I get home tonight, everything will be perfect, okay? I promise." He
ruffled Mokuba's hair and stood. "I'll have cook bring your breakfast up,
okay?"
Mokuba stood and latched himself to Seto's side, the bunny still in his arms.
"I'll come down now," he mumbled.
Seto sighed and picked him up. "Okay," he said before heading downstairs.
~~^**^~~
"Ohayo, cook!" Seto said happily as he entered the kitchen. He'd seen Gozaburo
in the dining room, so wasn't worried about the man bothering them in the
kitchen.
The cook smiled at him. "Ohayo, Seto-kun." She made a face at Mokuba's
terrified look. "Mokuba-kun, what's wrong?" she asked softly, her eyes holding
concern for the youngest boy.
Seto sighed. "Rough night," he mumbled, sitting at the table. "I do get my
breakfast this morning, right?" he asked with a sudden grin. "Or do I have to
get stabbed again for cold leftovers?"
Mokuba giggled at the joking tone in Seto's voice as the cook brought over two
plates. "Gomen, but not today," she said with a smile, setting the plates down
in front of the two boys.
"Otouto-chan, I need you to sit in your own chair and feed yourself, okay? I
have to go soon," Seto mumbled, shifting Mokuba slightly in his lap.
Mokuba nodded and sat in the chair next to Seto. He pulled over his plate and
started nibbling at his food while Seto ate quickly. "Seto!" Gozaburo shouted
from the dining room. "Let's go!"
Seto stood, his food gone. He gave Mokuba a quick kiss on his forehead, then
looked at the cook. "Make sure he eats his whole breakfast and keep an eye on
him, okay?" he asked, a hand on Mokuba's shoulder. "If he wants a nap, let him
sleep on the couch down here or in my room."
The cook nodded. "Go on, Seto-kun. Mokuba-kun will be fine."
"Arigatou." Seto hurried to the doorway, then grinned back at Mokuba. "See ya
tonight, maybe sooner, neh?"
Mokuba smiled slightly and nodded. "Sayonara," he whispered, making the bunny
wave.
"Seto!!" Gozaburo shouted again.
Seto waved and hurried from the kitchen. "I'm coming!" he shouted back.
Mokuba sighed down at his food once the front door closed. "I'm not hungry," he
mumbled.
"Oh, no you don't." The cook gave him a look. "You're not getting up from this
table until every last thing on that plate is gone, Seto-kun's orders."
Mokuba giggled and looked down at the bunny. "Did you hear that, Usagi? She's
making me stay here 'cause oniisan said so!" He grinned up at the cook and made
a fake sigh before looking back at the bunny. "I guess we'll just have to wait
her out, neh?"
The cook chuckled. "Remind me to bring my daughter one time. You two would get
along great."
"Only when Gozaburo's not around," Mokuba grumbled.
The cook sighed and sat next to him. "Mokuba-kun, will you tell me what
happened last night?" she whispered, her voice kind.
Mokuba hid his face in the bunny's head. "He said mean things and whipped me,"
he whispered.
"Who is he? Gozaburo?" Mokuba nodded. "What did he say?"
"That oniisan didn't want me around and didn't care about me. He said I was
useless and a pathetic excuse for a human being," Mokuba mumbled, his tears
wetting the fur of the bunny.
The cook clenched her hands into fists. "Did you believe him?" she whispered,
her voice tight.
"Oniisan loves me!" Mokuba said suddenly. "Gozaburo's lying. I'm not useless
because oniisan likes having me around and there's no way I'm pathetic, my
teacher says I'm one of the smartest kids in the school!" He gave the cook a
fierce look, despite his tears.
The cook smiled. "I know all this , Mokuba-kun. I'm just wondering if they did
to you what he meant them to do."
"What's that?" Mokuba gave her a blank look.
"Destroy the way you see yourself." The cook shrugged. "But you have too many
people telling you otherwise to believe him, which is good." She stood. "You
need to eat."
Mokuba hid his face in the bunny again. "Not hungry," he mumbled.
The cook frowned. "Mokuba-kun, what is it now?" she asked softly.
"Gozaburo said he'll kill oniisan if he ever disobeys him again," Mokuba
whispered before starting to sob.
The cook stood behind him, a hand over her mouth in fearful surprise. "Kami-
sama..." she whispered.
~~^**^~~
"Kaiba-san, ohayo," the guard at the entrance said with a slight smile. He
grinned at Seto. "Ohayo, Seto-san! It's been a while!"
Seto shrugged indifferently. "I didn't feel like coming," he mumbled.
The guard frowned at the soft bruise on Seto's face. "Seto-san, what happened?"
he asked softly, pointing to Seto's face.
Seto shrugged. "Ran into something. I'll see you later." He hurried to follow
an angry-looking Gozaburo.
"Yeah, right." The guard pursed his lips as the elevator doors closed behind
the two.
~~^**^~~
"Seto, I need to have a word with you," Gozaburo growled as they got off the
elevator.
"What if I don't want to talk to you?" Seto returned.
Gozaburo narrowed his eyes. "You don't have a choice, you little ass," he
returned.
"Ooh..." Seto rolled his eyes. "I'm so scared." His voice held a sarcastic tone
to it, but his eyes were hard.
Gozaburo waited until they were in his office with the door closed before
confronting the boy. He grabbed Seto's shoulders and forced the boy to look at
him. "I will warn you right now, I'm tired of your games and attitude. They
will end, here and now, or my beating up Mokuba will become a regular thing. Am
I understood?" His voice was dangerously low and his eyes were dark and
serious.
~Just agree! He might be a little more trusting of your actions if you agree!~
Seth cried.
~Hai.~ Seto nodded. "I understand," he whispered, his eyes downcast.
"Good. I didn't feel like killing you just yet," Gozaburo said before turning
to his desk.
Seto's eyes widened. "K-kill me?" he whispered.
Gozaburo grinned at him, not quite to his chair yet. "Of course. I told your
brother that if you disobeyed me again, I'd kill you. By the look on your face,
he never told you." He turned away from Seto.
Seto narrowed his eyes. ~It's now or never,~ he decided and rushed at the man.
He pushed Gozaburo, hard, and watched coldly as the man hit the window. The
window shattered and Gozaburo's eyes widened as he started to fall. He looked
at Seto and his eyes went even wider at the murderous glare in the boy's eyes.
"Seto-chan..." Gozaburo whispered before he was gone, falling back into the
air, his eyes sad and locked onto Seto's.
Seto's eyes widened. ~Seth, what have I done?~ he whispered, his mind voice
afraid.
~You just killed the man that has been beating you up for the past year, half
killed your brother, threatened your life, and loved you with every inch of his
being,~ Seth replied.
~Kami-sama, I'm so stupid...~ Seto felt tears well up in his eyes. ~I've lost
them both...~
~But at least Mokuba is safe,~ Seth pointed out.
Seto's tears fled down his face. He felt his shoulders start to shake as his
tears intensified. "I'm so sorry," he whispered to the window. "I'm so, so
sorry... And, I forgive you, for everything. I forgive you..." He then turned
and fled from the room, tears still running down his face.
The secretary looked up, alarmed, as the boy ran out. "Seto-san?" she asked
rising from her seat.
Seto turned to her. His eyes were hollow. "H-he f-fell out th-the w-win-
window..." he gasped out through his tears.
"Who did, dear?" she asked walking around the desk.
"Goza-san..." Seto whispered before sitting down in the middle of the floor and
just crying.
In their mind, Seth hugged the boy gently, not knowing what else to do.
~Seto... Seto... It'll be okay, I promise,~ he told the heartbroken boy.
The secretary ran to see. She gasped at the hole, then looked back at the boy
on the floor with bruises on his face. She bit her lip and made a quick
decision, then ran to her desk and made a couple phone calls. When she was
done, she walked over to Seto and knelt before him. "Seto-san, I have a limo
waiting downstairs. Do you want to go home?"
Seto looked up at her sadly. "All that work," he mumbled, the tears still
falling down his face silently.
"We'll handle it. You need to go home. You'll get nothing done in this state,"
the secretary told him kindly.
Seto nodded and pulled himself to his feet. Then he made a swipe at his tears,
only to find that they wouldn't stop. "I'll go down to the limo..." he mumbled.
"Go home..." He turned to the elevator.
"Do you want me to come with?" the secretary asked, rising.
Seto shrugged and walked to the elevator. The doors opened and he got on,
hitting the button for the lobby silently. The secretary hurried after him, not
quite sure what to say or do. Seto was working on automatic, that was obvious,
and she'd never seen him like this. He was always either smiling or cold. He
wasn't the type of person to cry, no matter what happened. Even after the death
of his uncle he acted normal. Of course, the boy had just lost his best friend
a few days ago, and now this. She put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
The elevator got to its destination and Seto got off, ignoring the hand that
had been on his shoulder. His eyes were dry and cold and he'd regained his
composure. He pushed out the door, ignoring the calls of the guard and
secretary, and got into the limo. "The mansion," he told the man coldly. The
man nodded, knowing better than to disagree, and pulled out.
~~^**^~~
The front door slammed. Mokuba and the cook looked at each other, surprised, as
there was a loud bang. Mokuba jumped up from the table, his breakfast
forgotten, and ran out to see who had just come home. "Oniisan?!" he cried. The
cook hurried after him.
Seto stood, facing the wall, his fist still in the hole it had made, the tears
once again falling down his face. He made no reaction to Mokuba, just continued
to stare at his fist. He'd hit a nail, and it had lodged in his skin. ~SETO!~
Seth screamed. ~WAKE UP!!~
"Oniisan?" Mokuba whispered, his voice fear-filled.
"He's dead," Seto mumbled.
Mokuba frowned. "Oniisan, who's dead?" he asked.
"Goza-san," Seto replied in a chilly voice. He drew his fist back and the blood
started to flow, now that the nail wasn't stopping it. He glanced down at his
fist blindly.
"Seto-kun, let me fix that for you," the cook started as Mokuba stared at his
brother in shock.
"I'll do it," Seto mumbled, then rammed his fist into the wall again.
"Oniisan!" Mokuba cried, his eyes wide in fear.
~Set, damn it all! Seto! Wake up!~ Seth tried again.
Seto pulled his hand back and watched as more blood came. ~That's my life,
Seth,~ he mumbled before looking up at the wall. There was a stain on the wall
where he'd punched it. He made to punch the wall again.
"Oniisan!" Mokuba screamed suddenly, running forward and grabbing Seto's hand.
"Yameru! Yameru, oniisan!"
Seto looked down at his brother. "Let go," he whispered. Mokuba shook his head.
"Let me go, Mokuba! You don't understand!" Seto shouted suddenly.
"Then explain it to me," Mokuba challenged.
"I killed him, Mokuba..." Seto whispered. "I pushed him out the window."
Mokuba narrowed his eyes. "Why?" he asked.
Seto hung his head. "Because he hurt you. He hurt you physically and mentally."
Mokuba's eyes widened. "What do you mean, mentally?" he asked, surprised.
"He told me he'd told you that he'd kill me if I disobeyed him again," Seto
mumbled. He looked up at Mokuba, anger lighting up his eyes as he spoke again.
"And I couldn't let that happen."
Mokuba sighed. "So, why are you punching the wall and hurting yourself?" he
asked with an annoyed expression.
Seto let out a sigh of relief and knelt before Mokuba, hugging him. "I don't
ever wanna lose you, otouto-chan," he whispered, leaning against the wall.
"You're all I have left. Promise you'll never leave me?"
Mokuba nodded dumbly. "Why would I ever leave you?" he asked softly, but Seto
was asleep against the wall. Mokuba looked up as the cook knelt next to them,
first aid kit in hand.
"Let him sleep," she suggested, taking Seto's hand and cleaning it.
Mokuba sighed and sat back against Seto's chest. Seto sighed in his sleep and
put an arm around his brother. Mokuba smiled and closed his eyes. "I'll never
leave you, oniisan, as long as you never leave me," he mumbled before falling
asleep.
In their mind, Seth hugged Seto quietly. ~We'll meet again, Seto. I promise.~
Then he disappeared, leaving the two boys to their rest, and their life
together.
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~~A/N: And herein lies the end of Seto's_Pain the first of its kind I've ever
written, but hopefully not the last. You know my DISCLAIMER, you've read it
every chapter before this, so I refuse to do it for this one! Hah! In your
face, copywrite jerks! *winks at readers* Hope you enjoyed! And, as always,
thanks to my reviewers!!
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Ja ne!!
Kaiba Junshin
AKA KJ
Chapter End Notes
     There was a sequel written for this, but it was never finished and is
     even more a piece of shite than this sorry excuse for fanfiction.
     Probably won't be posting it here, at any rate.
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