A Father's Love
Disclaimer: I don't own YGO, if I did this wouldn't be called 'fanfiction' now would it?
Warnings: Mature themes, violence, pedofilia, profanity, child abuse, (possible) yaoi, drug use, and alcohol abuse.
Main Characters: Jounouchi Katsuya, Kaiba Mokuba, Kaiba Seto
A/N: I expect, and almost want, flames for this fic. I have a corrupt mind and a morbid sense of humor and I enjoy using them, so if you're into sick and twisted stories, have fun! If not... well, I couldn't care less, it's you're fault for reading it!
It always stars out like any other day...
You never expect anything to happen out of the normal routine...
But the newspapers need stories...
The stories that happen to other people...
Never to you...
"Mokuba c'mon! You're gunna be picked last if you don't hurry up!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Sheesh."
It was gym period and all of the kids were running toward the baseball field. The little black-headed Kaiba had stopped to tie his errant shoelaces that just kept coming undone. Now that the knot was stuck he glared at the inanimate accessory to his footwear when a shadow passed over him.
"You need some help?"
It was a kind voice, at first he had thought it was one of the security guards around the school and looked up with a smile. That smile wavered with he saw a tall, stocky blond man in jeans and an old leather jacket. He was smiling warmly, settling that nervous pit that had started in his stomach.
"Yeah, thank you."
"No problem at all."
Smiling again he knelt down and proceeded to undo the knot with yellow tinged fingernails and dirty worked hands. 'He smells like smoke... and his hands are all rough... I wonder if he's one of the construction workers building the extension on the school.' Having acquired a large donation from Kaiba Corporation the small school was able to build new classrooms so they could make the near overflowing classes smaller. There were always construction workers around. If they weren't working they were smoking, eating, and chatting with each other.
Finished, the man lifted his head up, still crouching and smiled. "There, all done."
"Thank you... wha-" Mokuba had started to back away slightly when the man reached up to touch his cheek. Eyes wide and that pit in his stomach suddenly turning into a ravine, he swallowed unable to move, frozen in place. "Wh-what are you–"
"Shhh..."
The man comforted softly, stroking his chin, rough fingers brushing over his pink lips. There was nothing violently threatening about this man, he had such a loving look in his eyes... although maybe too loving.
"So beautiful..." He murmured softly.
Mokuba whimpered as his hand slipped warmly behind his neck. Trying to get up and get away from this man, he found he couldn't when that hand behind his neck held him firmly in place. "L-let me go..."
"Shh...it's okay." The man's other hand brushed up his forehead and pushed a lock of hair behind his ear. Tears pricked Mokuba's eyes threatening to fall. He didn't know what to do; this man was scaring him and wasn't letting him leave. Those tears fell when a hand settled on his chest and slid down to his hip. "You're so beautiful... don't cry."
Mokuba was relieved when the man moved his hand from the back of his neck to wipe the tears but when he tried to get away again the hand at his hip held firm. Panicked he started to struggle, yelling out. "Get away from me! Leave me alone!"
The man kept hold of Mokuba, trying to calm him down and keep him there at the same time. Unable to figure out what to do he only held tighter. All the commotion had caught the eye of the gym teacher who, seeing what was going on flagged down one of the security guards and both ran up to them.
"Let him go!"
The guard had his nightstick out and slipped it under the man's armpit and across his chest forcing him away from Mokuba. He didn't struggle, his eyes never leaving the young Kaiba's form. The coach had taken hold of Mokuba. He struggled at first but eventually just collapsed into his chest and cried. He didn't want to look at that man, never again did he want to see those eyes and kept his face buried.
After that Mokuba could remember hearing voices but unable to understand what was said, every so often he felt the chest under him rumble slightly as the coach responded to a question. Faintly he could hear the sound of handcuffs but all that was shut out of his mind when he felt someone touch his shoulder and try to gently pull him from the coach.
"No! Let me go!"
"It's okay, no one is going to hurt you."
Those words only seemed to have any effect because it was a feminine voice that said them. Blinking fresh tears he sniffled and looked up. He didn't recognize her from the school but she had the gentle understanding expression of the other counselors there.
"What's your name?"
"M-Mokuba."
She smiled warmly.
"Okay Mokuba, I'd like it if you would come with me. We'll need you to answer some questions and talk to some people, is that okay?"
"I want my brother." He said pitifully, tears threatening to fall over his already stained cheeks.
"We can call him, he can meet us at the station."
"Station?"
She gave him a nod, that warm smile never leaving her face. "Yes, we need to go down to the police station so we can make sure this man gets what he deserves."
Another sniffle and Mokuba nodded, slowly going over to the woman and following her to one of the police cruisers he hadn't heard pull up. Looking around before getting in he noticed the man in the back of another car. Turning away quickly he could see his classmates huddled behind the baseball field's fence. His friends waved hesitantly and he raised his hand slightly in response before getting in the car.
"Mr. Kaiba, I assure you that this is a proposition you can't refuse!" A well-dressed businessman pleaded with the elder Kaiba, head of Kaiba Corporation.
"And how can you assure me of that? What is so special about this offer that I should accept it over all the others I have rejected."
The brunet deadpanned, setting his elbows on the desk and resting his chin casually on interlacing fingers. Just as the man was about to speak there was a faint ringing from Seto's pocket. Without any regard to the man, who had begun to anxiously explain the benefits he spun around in his chair and answered, "What is it Mokuba, I'm in a meeting." He answered, though it wasn't in a rough manner. He had this cell phone specifically for his brother, so when a woman's voice responded he stood abruptly, glaring out the window at nothing specific.
"Mr. Kaiba?"
"Who is this?" Ever the polite conversationalist, Seto gripped the phone tightly and set his voice so stern that it caused the man in his office to flinch.
"Mr. Kaiba this is Joanne Desoto (1) from the police depart–"
"The Police! What happened? Where is Mokuba!" He demanded, starting to pace back and fourth behind his desk.
"He's alright, your brother is fine, he's here at the station with us and wants you to come down..."
Seto heard the sound of a palm covering the receiver and muffled voices. When the hand was removed it wasn't the woman's voice as he expected.
"Seto?"
His heart went out to that scared voice; he could hear his little brother sniffle on the other end of the line, the woman's voice distantly offering him a tissue. "Mokuba, are you alright?"
"Can you come, brother, please?"
Those sniffles again, he stopped short of his pacing and while holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder he was already grabbing his keys, coat, and whatever he needed.
"I'm on my way, don't worry Mokuba I'll be there. Can you give the phone back to Ms. Desoto so I can get the address?"
"O-okay."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
He quickly got the directions from the woman and stuffed his phone back into his pocket. Speeding past the confused man in his office. Brought to a stop just short of the hall, keys in his mouth and coat half on he turned to glare at the man who had the end of his coat in one hand and a contract in the other.
"Please, Mr. Kaiba, this is really important! At least read it over!"
"I could care less about your proposition, there's a restroom down the hall, please make use of it and shove those documents up your ass." (2)
Stunned by the sharp words Seto was able to free himself and rush down the hall. Telling his secretary quickly where he was going, he thanked her distantly when she sent her regards to Mokuba and hoped he was all right.
"See ya!"
Jounouchi gave a wave as he walked backward through the hall toward the front of the police station. He gave greetings to several of the paper pushers he'd gotten to know from his time spent here. Walking past the booking desk he couldn't help but overhear one cop's conversation with the secretary.
"Hey, Vince, what do you have for us today?"
"Ah, some sick freak, feeling up on a little kid over at that school on..."
Jou didn't to listen in on the rest, he turned his head to see the cop's partner off to the side with another man cuffed in front of him waiting for the proper paperwork to be filled out so they could head back out.
"Hey, Jou, thought you would have left by now, do you really like it here that much?"
A hand briefly rested on his shoulder but fell when Jou made his way toward Vince's partner and the man he was watching over. His speed quickly increased, near running.
"You fuck'n bastard!"
The man turned, eyes lighting up for a second and he was about to call out when his voice caught in his throat.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing!"
Jou completely ignored the cop, Vince, as he twisted his hand painfully around the man's crotch. He cried out pitifully, pleading for him to let go.
"You can't stop acting with your dick for two seconds can you!"
Keeping hold of the man's crotch he raised his other hand to punch him in the face but was restrained by Vince and pulled back. Struggling until his face was flushed red Jou finally gave in and remained panting in the cop's hold watching the man writhing on the floor.
A few other cops around the station had come over to make sure the situation was handled, several of them knew Jounouchi and hung around even when Vince said he go it. Vince was a new transfer to the station and didn't know the blonde's temper as well as they did.
"Get off me." Jou pulled out of Vince's grip and stepped a few paces away toward the desk. Glaring at the man, now being helped up by two officers he addressed the booking secretary. "I want to press charges."
"Press charges! For what? He should press charges against you for assault!" Vince spat angrily, and the woman merely shot him a look and faced Jou.
"What for?" She didn't really expect anything, she hadn't even a chance to take down the man's name yet and was completely taken aback by the response he gave her.
"Sexual and physical abuse."
"The hell–"
Vince started again but was cut off with another look from the secretary before returning close attention to Jou, who had finally looked up at her. "And what grounds do you have to make these claims?"
There was a moment of silence, as all waited for an answer, Jou's fueled honey gold eyes staring directly into the secretary's as he answered.
"He's my father."
A/N: And there you go! Chapter one! Woot! ... yeah
(1): Kudos to anyone who recognizes the name.
(2): Kaiba's just a little tweaked.
-Side Notes-
Toshiro Jounouchi - age 45
Katsuya Jounouchi - age 19
Seto Kaiba - age 19
Mokuba Kaiba - age 13
Toshiro is the name I picked for Jou's dad... random, means 'talented; intelligent'... -Shrug.-
-Other Characters-
Joanne Desoto - Counselor at the police station
Vince - Cop that booked Jou's dad
-Special Thanks-
Brie shinigami709 for beta reading and encouraging me to go with the idea I had, and write this.
-Next Chapter-
You'll see why Jou was at the station, Seto comes in, and insults are thrown.