Title: Through Worse
Author: DJ
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I'm poor, so I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! If I did, it'd have to be on HBO or Showtime. ^_~
Summery: Jounochi and Kaiba have been married for several years, through better and...through worse. Don't mind the cheesiest of the title/summery. BTW, I'm already planning a sequel if you don't/do like the ending.
Jounochi set down his keys on the kitchen counter and looked around uneasily. "Seto?" he called out.
Only silence met him.
He sighed and walked over to the freezer, pulling out a vodka bottle. "Figures," he murmured.
After pouring himself a glass of orange juice and vodka, he made his way quietly to one of the sitting rooms, that happened to be outside the bedroom he and Kaiba shared. He kicked at the coffee table absently mindedly, hearing the sounds coming out of the room.
The door opened up suddenly, and Kaiba rushed a young, scantily-clad women out of the hallway. "You know your way out," he muttered.
Jounochi took a sip of his drink. "You're home early," he muttered, a hint of a joke in his voice.
"So are you." He looked down at his feet. "How was...whatever you were doing?"
"Fine. How was whoever you were doing?"
Kaiba sighed and joined him on the couch. "Stop drinking," he muttered.
"Stop having sex with other people," Jou murmured.
Kaiba sighed again. "Katsuya..."
"Yes?"
"You're my husband."
"I know that. I was wondering if you did, though."
"Katsuya!" Kaiba exclaimed incredulously.
"Yes, Seto?" Jounochi shot a dirty look at Kaiba. "I'm not stupid. It's called an affair. But instead of you fucking *one* person, you're fucking practical strangers off the street!" Jounochi stood up and knocked back the rest of his drink. He leaned in really close to his husband's face, speaking slowly, as if to a child, "I'll stop drinking when you stop giving me reasons to do so." He straighten himself out. "I don't understand why you're doing this. I thought you love-- ...never mind. I was obviously wrong."
"Katsuya!" Seto exclaimed, standing up.
Jounochi pushed him back onto the couch. "Is that all you can say? My name? I guess we really don't talk anymore, do we? In case you don't remember who I am, I'm Jounochi Katsuya. I am your husband and we've been married for six years next week. We've been talking about adopting a kid, when all-of-a-sudden, you started acting weird. You started fucking random people, I started drinking so I wouldn't have to face the fact that you don't even have the decency to let me live in an ignorant bliss, choosing instead to do it right in front of me with no explanations or excuses. It became just a fact of my life: my husband's not satisfied with me. You know, sometimes, Seto, I really wonder why you married me."
"Pack your things and leave," Kaiba said quietly.
Jounochi shook his head. "What? Why?" he whispered.
"Just leave."
Jounochi stared at him, unable to think of anything to say. He began breathing in shaky breaths. "You want a divorce?"
"I didn't say that. Just...please, leave."
"Where the hell do you expect me to go, asshole? I wasn't aloud to have a job, you making me your 'kept-wife' and now you expect me to just go? For how long? Until I apologize?"
"If you don't leave right now, I'll fucking call the cops."
"And tell them what? That I, Jounochi Katsuya, husband to the great Kaiba Seto, is being kicked out? Great headline for tomorrow's paper, Mr. C.E.O."
"Leave! Right now!" Kaiba burst out, standing up and pushing Jounochi.
"You asshole," Jounochi muttered.
"You're a fucking worthless drunk mutt that can't do ANYTHING right!" Kaiba screamed at him.
Jounochi threw down his glass, which shattered into a million pieces. "And you, Kaiba Seto? You're a self-centered, egotistical, ignorant bastard rich pig who wouldn't care if the world died around you as long as you had your damn money!"
Kaiba reached back and knocked Jounochi in the jaw. He fell back, landing next to the pile of glass, unknown to him. He stared at Kaiba, tears forming in his eyes. "What did I do wrong?" he whispered. He put his hand down to get himself up, but sobbed as a few alcohol-soaked glass shards pierced his skin. He held his hand close, staring up at Kaiba, tears falling down his cheeks.
Kaiba stepped back, unable to believe what he had said and done. "Kat- Katsuya...I..."
"Taxi. Call me a taxi," Jounochi sobbed.
"Let me see your hand," Kaiba murmured, taking it.
Jounochi fell against Kaiba, sobbing, as he began pulling the pieces out. "I'm worthless," he sobbed into Kaiba's leg. "I'm just a drunk. A worthless drunk--I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, please forgive me."
Kaiba shook his head. He pulled on his glasses as he pulled the pieces out. "You always want forgiveness. Even for things you haven't done. You don't love me. You're still surprised I wanted to date you. You just feel special to be with me. So damn special that you're willing to compromise everything to please me. Six years since we married, huh? You'll be twenty-six soon, you know that?"
"Today," Jounochi mumbled. "Today's my birthday."
"Oh yeah..." he whispered dumbly. That's why he had come home early. To be with his husband on his birthday. "Katsuya...I..."
"You meant every word you said and more. Don't take it back. It's time and it's been time for a couple months now, if not sooner."
Kaiba dropped his husband's hand. "I'll call your taxi," he whispered, but made no motion to do so. Finally, unable to stand Jounochi's sobs any longer, he got up and left the room.
"Happy birthday to me...happy birthday to me...happy birthday worthless stupid mutt...happy birthday to me..."
Author: DJ
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I'm poor, so I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! If I did, it'd have to be on HBO or Showtime. ^_~
Summery: Jounochi and Kaiba have been married for several years, through better and...through worse. Don't mind the cheesiest of the title/summery. BTW, I'm already planning a sequel if you don't/do like the ending.
Jounochi set down his keys on the kitchen counter and looked around uneasily. "Seto?" he called out.
Only silence met him.
He sighed and walked over to the freezer, pulling out a vodka bottle. "Figures," he murmured.
After pouring himself a glass of orange juice and vodka, he made his way quietly to one of the sitting rooms, that happened to be outside the bedroom he and Kaiba shared. He kicked at the coffee table absently mindedly, hearing the sounds coming out of the room.
The door opened up suddenly, and Kaiba rushed a young, scantily-clad women out of the hallway. "You know your way out," he muttered.
Jounochi took a sip of his drink. "You're home early," he muttered, a hint of a joke in his voice.
"So are you." He looked down at his feet. "How was...whatever you were doing?"
"Fine. How was whoever you were doing?"
Kaiba sighed and joined him on the couch. "Stop drinking," he muttered.
"Stop having sex with other people," Jou murmured.
Kaiba sighed again. "Katsuya..."
"Yes?"
"You're my husband."
"I know that. I was wondering if you did, though."
"Katsuya!" Kaiba exclaimed incredulously.
"Yes, Seto?" Jounochi shot a dirty look at Kaiba. "I'm not stupid. It's called an affair. But instead of you fucking *one* person, you're fucking practical strangers off the street!" Jounochi stood up and knocked back the rest of his drink. He leaned in really close to his husband's face, speaking slowly, as if to a child, "I'll stop drinking when you stop giving me reasons to do so." He straighten himself out. "I don't understand why you're doing this. I thought you love-- ...never mind. I was obviously wrong."
"Katsuya!" Seto exclaimed, standing up.
Jounochi pushed him back onto the couch. "Is that all you can say? My name? I guess we really don't talk anymore, do we? In case you don't remember who I am, I'm Jounochi Katsuya. I am your husband and we've been married for six years next week. We've been talking about adopting a kid, when all-of-a-sudden, you started acting weird. You started fucking random people, I started drinking so I wouldn't have to face the fact that you don't even have the decency to let me live in an ignorant bliss, choosing instead to do it right in front of me with no explanations or excuses. It became just a fact of my life: my husband's not satisfied with me. You know, sometimes, Seto, I really wonder why you married me."
"Pack your things and leave," Kaiba said quietly.
Jounochi shook his head. "What? Why?" he whispered.
"Just leave."
Jounochi stared at him, unable to think of anything to say. He began breathing in shaky breaths. "You want a divorce?"
"I didn't say that. Just...please, leave."
"Where the hell do you expect me to go, asshole? I wasn't aloud to have a job, you making me your 'kept-wife' and now you expect me to just go? For how long? Until I apologize?"
"If you don't leave right now, I'll fucking call the cops."
"And tell them what? That I, Jounochi Katsuya, husband to the great Kaiba Seto, is being kicked out? Great headline for tomorrow's paper, Mr. C.E.O."
"Leave! Right now!" Kaiba burst out, standing up and pushing Jounochi.
"You asshole," Jounochi muttered.
"You're a fucking worthless drunk mutt that can't do ANYTHING right!" Kaiba screamed at him.
Jounochi threw down his glass, which shattered into a million pieces. "And you, Kaiba Seto? You're a self-centered, egotistical, ignorant bastard rich pig who wouldn't care if the world died around you as long as you had your damn money!"
Kaiba reached back and knocked Jounochi in the jaw. He fell back, landing next to the pile of glass, unknown to him. He stared at Kaiba, tears forming in his eyes. "What did I do wrong?" he whispered. He put his hand down to get himself up, but sobbed as a few alcohol-soaked glass shards pierced his skin. He held his hand close, staring up at Kaiba, tears falling down his cheeks.
Kaiba stepped back, unable to believe what he had said and done. "Kat- Katsuya...I..."
"Taxi. Call me a taxi," Jounochi sobbed.
"Let me see your hand," Kaiba murmured, taking it.
Jounochi fell against Kaiba, sobbing, as he began pulling the pieces out. "I'm worthless," he sobbed into Kaiba's leg. "I'm just a drunk. A worthless drunk--I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, please forgive me."
Kaiba shook his head. He pulled on his glasses as he pulled the pieces out. "You always want forgiveness. Even for things you haven't done. You don't love me. You're still surprised I wanted to date you. You just feel special to be with me. So damn special that you're willing to compromise everything to please me. Six years since we married, huh? You'll be twenty-six soon, you know that?"
"Today," Jounochi mumbled. "Today's my birthday."
"Oh yeah..." he whispered dumbly. That's why he had come home early. To be with his husband on his birthday. "Katsuya...I..."
"You meant every word you said and more. Don't take it back. It's time and it's been time for a couple months now, if not sooner."
Kaiba dropped his husband's hand. "I'll call your taxi," he whispered, but made no motion to do so. Finally, unable to stand Jounochi's sobs any longer, he got up and left the room.
"Happy birthday to me...happy birthday to me...happy birthday worthless stupid mutt...happy birthday to me..."