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By: OtakuJeannie

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Violence, gore, Shonen ai/Yaoi mentioned Het.

Pairings: Jounouchi/Mai, Seto/Jounouchi

Summery: When Jounouchi luck hits rock bottom, he accidentally discovers a secret of Seto's. Will his luck change, or will and fate even more horrible than he imagine await him?

Notes: A special thanks to Mom of Fluff and Fluffier for the bunnie. As always C&C greatly apreciated

Jounouchi wearily trudged up the stairs to his apartment, each step a battle. Mai's words kept ringing through his head while he fought back tears. Jou had asked Mai out tonight, wanting to further their relationship by committing to going exclusively together. Jou had even started working a second part-time job in the evenings to afford take Mai to some nice places, as a lady like her deserved.

Unfortunately, his efforts were in vain. Mai had instead decided to break up with him, saying that she needed something that Jounouchi couldn't give her. What that something was, Jou had no idea only that her rejection had hurt deeply. Jou had lost his temper and yelled at her. Mai, never one to take crap for anyone, had yelled back not pulling any punches with her cutting insults. Jounouchi wound up storming out, unable to hit Mai but not wanting to hear anymore of her hurtful words. Was there any possibility of salvaging their relationship now? It seemed impossible, especially after Mai told him that he should forget her number and that she would not answer any call from Jou

Jounouchi shuffled into the small, dirty apartment he shared with his father not wanting to even try and think about tonight's disaster anymore. The quiet told Jou that he was alone, probably for the entire night again. With that thought, Jou flopped down onto a worn and beaten sofa to wallow in his misery, this night could not get any worse.

Seto crept through the back door of his mansion, carefully avoiding being either heard or seen. He wasn't so much worried about the staff seeing him as most of them had worked under Gozaburo, who did not tolerate nosey servants. With his wealth and power Kaiba could easily made sure that his secrets stayed that way, but still he didn't really want to take any chances after what had happened not more than two hours ago. With a satisfied smirk, Seto closed the door to his room and pulled out a pair of sky blue boxer shorts.

"Where have you been Niisama?" Mokuba demanded from his perch at the end of Seto's bed. Seto turned around to face his angry younger brother.

"I was out." Seto answered curtly. He was slightly annoyed at Mokuba, even though his younger brother was simply worried. With a tired sigh, Seto smiled and ran his fingers affectionately through Mokuba's long dark hair. "What are you doing up so late?" Seto asked affectionately

"You have a few messages, Niisama." Mokuba announced cheerfully as he watched Seto dress for bed. "Kisara wants to talk with you about something, she said it might be important."

"Kisara can wait, I had other things to take care of." Since before he'd ever been conceived, Seto had been engaged to Kisara (who likewise had yet to be conceived). When they had first met, Seto and Kisara had not gotten along well, something that remained to this day. However, despite that, Mokuba insisted that Seto at least try and love her because they were going to be married someday.

"But it might be about the wedding. The elders say that it needs to happen soon." Mokuba added thoughtfully. "How can you be so mean to your future wife?"

Seto nearly laughed at his brother's innocent question. He knew for a fact that Kisara dreaded their wedding day as much as he did, if not more.

"I suppose you're right," Seto scooped up Mokuba in his arms and began carrying him down the hall to his own room "I will call her the first thing when I wake up. Now is there anything else you needed?"

"Yeah, Seto I'm going to have to eat soon." Mokuba announced with a yawn. He slumped against Seto's chest as he was carried to his bed. Once there, Seto pulled back the covers, gently laid Mokuba on the bed and covered him up.

"I'll call the agency then and they'll take care of it. Now get some sleep Mokuba." Seto kissed Mokuba on the forehead and headed back to his own bed.

"G'night Niisama." Mokuba murmured sleepily as rolled over and drifted off to sleep.

Seto walked quickly and purposefully to his room, shut and locked the door. Seto then went over to his desk and picked up the phone and dialed a number he knew form heart. The phone rang for seven times, then the other side picked up.

"Hello there, Mister Kaiba. I take it that you want another pair of temps sent to the estate?" A wheezy voice rasped on the telephone.

"Just one and try and make sure there are no attachments this time, the police talked to me about the last pair you sent." Seto answered curtly even as he tried to be patient. Bruin was old and likely going senile, something Seto did not relish happening, as it would be hard to replace him.

"How soon do you need 'em then?" A coughing fit had apparently overtaken Bruin as he hacked and wheezed pitifully into the phone. Seto held the phone at arm's length until the fit stopped, about five minutes later."

"As soon as you find a qualified subject. Call me when you get one, goodnight." Seto listened to the old man's reassurance that he would soon have what he needed and that all was in good hands before a click told him that Bruin was gone.

With a sigh of relief, Seto walked over to his bed and sank gratefully into it. He yawned loudly and ran his hands through his chestnut hair until he discovered something tangled in it. He pulled back his hand feeling the long hair as he pulled it free. With a satisfied smile, Seto looked at the long, wavy blonde hair in between his fingers twirling idly.

For a moment, Seto wondered if he should get rid of the thing but decided to keep the hair as a trophy instead. With a few quick movements of his fingers, the hair was wrapped into a neat little loop, which dropped onto his nightstand. As he waited for sleep to overtake him, Seto wondered where Bruin would find his next temporary worker.

Jounouchi didn't realize that he'd fallen asleep until a pounding on the door abruptly woke him. Jounouchi yawned and blinked noticing that it was morning and that his neck was protesting the awkward position it had been bent into all night. With a reluctant groan, he rose form the battered armchair he'd wound up sleeping in and shuffled to the door. Jounouchi opened the door to reveal two uniformed officers standing in the hallway.

"Are you Katsuya Jounouchi?" A large, muscular middle-aged man asked. Behind him, the other officer, a lanky guy with buzz-cut hair and a very grim look on his face.

"Yeah, why do you want to know?" Jou asked defensively, starting to get creped out at the way the tall cop was looking at him.

"I am Officer Hiraoka and this is my partner Officer Eibisawa. We are terribly sorry to have to tell you this young man, but we need you to come downtown with us. Half an hour ago, someone reported a body on the side of the highway and the ID found on the body reads Taro Jounouchi." The lanky officer said as if reading off of a script. Jounouchi leaned against the door, unable to handle what he had just been told. His father...dead?

TBC