» Steely-Eyed
by Inuki Ookami
published: jul » 26 » 07
pairings: seto x jou
archive? ask me
disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh & it's characters were created
by some guy in japan, i am not in japan, therefore i do not own it.
« Author's Note »
Experimental gritty fanfiction. Expect Kaiba to make an appearance
soon.
Currently looking for a beta, please e-mail me at aki(underscore)fukashi(at)hotmail(dot)com
Chapter 1
The black metal pipe was dimly lit by a flickering incandescent light. The warm, fading glow trailed down, hanging diagonally across a bang of blonde hair and illuminating a soft cheek. The youth was propped up, his leg curled up behind his back as he leaned against the crumbling brick wall. He took a long drag of the cigarette between his index and middle fingers, and then exhaled. For a flickering moment, the end of the stick fired up like coals, and then returned to ash. Thoughts relayed in his head, distinctly, a voice and a face, all mashed up like an old sock, swinging a bottle around in his free hand, reclining on the couch.
"Yer fucking ma, don'tchyuu talk t' me bout thaaafucking cunt!" Jounouchi could still hear the bottle smash a few feet away from him as it made impact with the wall. Brown shards of glass littered the floor, and the remnants of the container stained the ground. The teenager scowled disapprovingly at his father, hesitating for a moment before ripping open the door and slamming it behind himself.
The sky was dark overhead and the lamplight was his only guide down one lonely alley after the next. A few rats stealthily ran along a wall, under cover of darkness. Muttering to himself, the blonde kicked over a metal garbage can. The clanging echoed down the alley. As the can came to a stop, dead silence followed. The boy stood still for a moment, unblinking. He slowly tilted his head to glance around at the backs of houses. Everyone in his neighborhood was asleep. True, he lived in a bad area of Domino City, but the homeless preferred to frequent their own rundown area.
Jounouchi began running. He had no idea where he was heading, but he just kept his legs moving. As he ran, he became aware of a sound sneaking up on him. He turned his head to the side, but in the darkness could not make anything out as golden streaks of hair flew into his eyes. As he tried to turn his head again, the other way this time, his balance was thrown off, and he nearly hit a telephone pole. He swerved to avoid it, and realized the sound he had heard was only his own panting. He tripped on the ground, and fell into the street; his legs sprawled out in front of him. Collapsed on the ground and panting, Jou ran hands through his mussed-up hair. He could feel tears forming the corners of his eyes, but he had no idea why he felt like crying. He sat there for a long time, trying to focus on something else, something other than his awful life, but what else was there?
The sound of an engine grew nearer, so consumed in his own misery was he that the boy had not even noticed it coming. An expensive car with black tinted windows pulled up moments later. the passenger window in the front slid down with a kind of mechanical precision and grace. In the driver's seat was a uniformed man with white gloves.
"How much?" The blonde asked, clambering to his feet and resting his hands on the lower rim of the window as he leaned forward, his shirt taut and revealing his smooth upper chest and long neck.
"Three hundred. And don't put your hands there, you'll soil the new paint job." The driver replied. "Get in the back; he's waiting for you." The man motioned to the side door of the vehicle. Jounouchi reached out and grasped the handle. The door slid open easily under his grip. The interior in the back of the car was luxurious and soft. As he got in, he banged the door shut behind him. The blonde sat stiffly in the seat, aware of the obese older man who sat to his left. A single whiff informed the youth that the older man had a few drinks earlier in the night. The vehicle drove slowly for a short while, then came to a stop under the shadow cast by the side of a building.
It was not long before the touching began. The youth felt fingers caressing his naked arm, traveling across the few fine blonde hairs that rested there. A pudgy hand ran through his hair. The blonde said nothing. A belt buckle was undone, and then a zipper. A forceful hand directed his head downward, and he could saw the man in his glory as he went down. The belly of the man lurched out, the creases of skin folding over each other as his weight shifted around. The old man's pants and underwear were around his ankles. The youth closed his eyes, too sickened to continue to look. As the man forced his way into the teenager's mouth, he grabbed hold of the blonde hair and shoved down. Jounouchi could not breathe and was choking. The boy flailed and ripped himself away from the old man after a few moments.
As the clouds peeled off the moon a few stray silver beams shimmered through the window, lighting up the curve formed as the blonde boy arched his back. In the vehicle, the old man collapsed, his entire body deflating like a balloon losing air. The youth slid off the grotesque figure, sliding his clothing on and doing it back up. The feeling of cool fabric against his fingertips was soothing. When he turned back to look at the old man, a wad of bills lay in his limp hand. The honey-eyed youth snatched them, opened the car door, and stepped out, counting the money. Two hundred forty, two hundred eighty, three hundred- it was all there just as they had discussed. The car leisurely drove off, almost silent in the night. The disgustingly proper driver, well-kept car, and rich old pig would be across town in a few hours, far away from him, he thought with relief.
Jou stuffed the bills into his pocket and trudged forward, his body still remembering the pain. His destination was far, but not terribly so. As he shambled on, he only had one thing on his mind.
"Ya got any blow t'night?" The blonde boy asked.
"Yeah man, I'll charge ya two hundred for an eightball." A man in about his mid twenties replied.
Money exchanged hands, and the man vanished into the shadows. A short while later, Jounouchi was stumbling out of the darkness, his nose twitching slightly. He brushed his arm against his nose, sniffling slightly. Despite everything, he felt good. Really good. He could barely keep from smiling.