Takashima - At the behest of my English Teacher, I will be writing more in conjunction with Employer and Employee. It won't quite be a sequel, instead, it will be a continuation after events in Employer and Employee. It will still be Seto Kaiba X Jounouchi Katsuya. :D I'm not really confident in my writing skills.. I must improve! With that said, pleasant readings!
Oh and by the way, this story will contain strong language.
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Making Time
"Oh c'mon!" The blonde boy stood from the leather chair in the spacious office. "Don't be like dat! We're suppose to be dating right? Can't we go somewhere together?"
"On the days you mentioned, I have meetings to attend." Seto cast his cold, blue eyes on his significant other.
"Meetings, huh?" Jounouchi's voice sounded testy and irritated. His brow arched and then he closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again. "Alright den... Have fun with dem." Having already been standing, he moved from the chair and the desk and crossed over the floor to the door.
With a flick of his wrist, the door became open and when he was about to step out, Seto's voice carried from across the room to his ears, "Dinner at seven." This sounded more like an order than an offer, like Jounouchi didn't have a choice in the matter.. Without so much as a backwards glance, he walked out, closing the door behind him.
Jounouchi strode past the secretary's desk and into the corridor that lead to the elevator. He was boiling inside. Angry... no pissed off but it also hurt him. How long had they been dating? Three, maybe four months now? And nothing had changed since the beginning of the summer venture. Seto was still the cold, monotonous bastard but even more now that he knew that Jounouchi was his. He could treat him any way he wanted and he wouldn't leave him.
Inwardly, he ranted, knowing full well that he couldn't tell anyone about this relationship or it would mean trouble for the CEO, with a rapidly growing company, that he was dating. "He owns da company, so why can't he just take a few days off to spend with me?" He thought as his heart gave a lurch.
He was hurt. Ever since they started dating, Seto had done nothing but work day in and day out. It was unhealthy and whenever he would try and tear him away from his work, Jounouchi, one way or another, wound up being hurt. Was it even worth it to pursue such a relationship?
For one, he couldn't talk to anyone about his problems without using stand-in characters, like 'my friend' or 'this guy I know,' and another he was afraid. He was afraid that he would be hurt even more if he let him go because, truth be told, Jounouchi had become quite attached to him. Loved him with every fiber of his being and would give up his life for him. But then again.. would that be enough? Seto was hard to read, as he guarded everything about himself so carefully.
"All I want is some of your attention," Jounouchi thought, "I want you ta be close ta me and I want you ta talk ta me about your doubts and woes and all dat stuff, like I do with you.."
The elevator produced a charming chirp as the doors parted. He stepped into the stable steel cage and pressed the button on the control panel for the base floor. As soon as the doors closed, he let out a sigh. He could feel the soft drop as he descended from the hundredth floor.
"All he cares about are dose meetings.." The blonde pocketed his hands and looked down at his sneakers as he softly spoke to himself, "I'm just conveniently dere..."
"I love you." Seto had said at one time. His face had changed to properly express his true feelings.
Shaking his head, Jounouchi freed his mind of the sudden memory. It couldn't still be true, could it? Seto, for six and a half days out of the week, was working. Nonstop. If he could get away with it, Seto would probably stop sleeping and work all the time. However, neither he or Mokuba would allow for that.
Seto continued to look at the door, even after the blonde-haired boy had left. The past four months had made him learn about new aspects of a relationship fairly quickly and even though he had learned them, it didn't mean he understood them. In his big black chair, he sat there slightly confused and annoyed by him but he also couldn't help but feel pinched by guilt.
The truth was he wanted to spend time with his boyfriend... but ever since the day they became an item, he had been swamped with more work than an average person could handle on his own.. Constantly agitated by the amount of work he had to do, he ended up being in a foul mood whenever Jounouchi came around. As much as he would have loved to respond, he couldn't. He often worked through lunch and even dinner at times thus gave him no energy to cope with his energetic puppy. Being conditioned over the years, a neutral frown and cold gaze was the default expression for him.
Seto steeped his fingers in front of him as he sat back in his chair. A second later, idly, he glanced over to the clock. It read thirty minutes past the hour. He had a few minutes to himself before he had to leave for a summit and decided to relax for a change...
His eyes held nothing in particular in the large office but they seemed to fall on a certain picture on his desk. It was hidden fairly well in a space between his desk calendar and a dual-layer paper filer. If you didn't specifically look for it, you wouldn't find it. He felt himself smile as he looked at it.
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It was a few weeks after they had become an item and it was beautiful out. There were no clouds in the sky, it was bright and warm as it should had been at the end of the summer. There was only two weeks left before school started again and Seto wanted to spend some time with his boyfriend. He knew that as soon as school started that either Jounouchi would be busy or he would be occupied with his company.
Seto had decided to take Jounouchi out for a quiet day, a date perhaps, to a gorgeous villa outside of Osaka. He had kept its location a secret, wanting to surprise the blonde. When they got there, the lake front, by a surprisingly modest house, was shining in the golden rays of the sun.
The dense forest around the house and the lake was beautiful. With each tree greener than the next, it gave the aura of healthiness, untouched and untilled by man. As Seto and Jounouchi flew over the sea of trees, Jounouchi could see that this place, this earthly place, was a paradise and it was meant to be shared by only them for today. Oh how his chest seemed to fly...
As soon as they landed and got out of the private jet, the blonde wandered about the estate. He was so curious; looking at this and that and going to the docks on the bank of the lake and looking into the water, he saw fish! When he turned around, he saw Seto walking towards him. The boyish, excited smile on the blonde's face surprised Seto.
"Honestly," Seto had thought, "It's like he's never seen fish before..." But continuing to watch him, he felt himself drop his guard.
"When was the last time you relaxed, Seto?" The blonde looked up at the CEO as they became face-to-face. "It's bad for you to work all the time!"
Those siberian blue eyes closed as he decided an answer. "A long time ago," he said finally. Opening his eyes once again, he saw the blonde frowning as his hair became tangled with the passing wind. "I can't afford to now." Although he tried to sound monotonous, he found that he couldn't, not in front of Jounouchi. Something about him made him feel at ease, like he had nothing to fear from anything in the world, like... he was his strength...
"Yes you can!" Jounouchi said in a defiant voice, "Besides! You're only seventeen-years-old! You can't just work yourself to death! It's not healthy and you know it!" With his index finger, he poked Seto's chest gently but pointedly. "I care about you too much to let you do that!"
Seto's brow arched when he heard that, but then he laughed. Not in a sour, bitter way, but a true laugh that came up from his diaphragm. In the moment that Jounouchi looked confused, he took him into his arms and held him. The boy in his arms blushed as he planted a kiss on the corner of his lips, teasing him. "Fine, Mutt," he smirked as he whispered into the blonde's ear, "Whatever you want."
For that day alone, they spent almost twenty-four hours together. It was uncharacteristic for Seto because he was usually spiteful and bitter and it was uncharacteristic for Jounouchi because he was suppose to hate him for all that he did to him in the past... Could it be that this was a fleeting relationship? How could Fate play with hearts such as these? Was it a cruel joke? Did they even belong together?
It was the crack of dawn of the next day and they were preparing to leave the peaceful villa and return to Domino. The little luggage they brought with them were already loaded into the jet but something was missing. Seto couldn't find Jounouchi. The blonde was at his side only moments before so where could he have gone?
There was no need to be worried. This place was his and he knew everything about it. There was no place he couldn't look and not find Jounouchi. Inside of the villa, he looked in each room, called his name but still nothing. He walked around the estate then to the small patch of tall grass just to the south of the modest summer home but still he could not be found. He was starting to feel anxious and fearful thoughts crossed his mind... There were wild animals in this forest... If they touched Jounouchi, they would pay.
However, he stopped at the climax of a hill that overlooked the lake and the humble abode. He saw him at the docks and the anxiety that had built up inside of him started to calm. He was safe, but the question that remained now was 'why did he wander off like that?'
"Jounouchi!" Seto was furious. He had been worried about him and wasn't practiced in the art of expressing such a foreign emotion.
Turning around, Jounouchi winced at the cutting edge of his voice. "Sorry Seto...!" He flashed a sheepish, lopsided smile.
"What are you doing here?" Seto demanded. As he stormed towards him, the train of his long, white trench coat was carried up in the cool, brisk wind. He reached over. Taking him into his arms and clinging to him, he said, "I was looking everywhere for you."
Jounouchi wasn't surprised, instead, he leaned against him, thankful for his warmth and took in his floral musk. Softly, he murmured, "I'm sorry.. it's just.. I-I didn't want to leave yet.. it's nice here.."
Seto was silent.
For a few minutes, they stood under the pink and golden rays of the morning sun and clung to one another for warmth as more cool breezes passed them by. It seemed like a little while before the moment was broken by one of the attendees of the jet coming to collect them.
"Sir!" A young lady in a blue Armani suit and a stewardess' hat approached them. "It's almost time to go."
"Just a moment," Seto cast his eyes on her and she nodded.
She turned on her heel and was about to leave. "Please wait! Could you take a picture?" The young lady stopped and turned around to look at the beautiful, long-haired blonde. She put on a gentle smile on her lips and nodded. "Thank you! The camera's in my jacket over there."
She had no problem locating it. The said camera was inside of a green salvation jacket and when she took it out, she checked to see what kind it was. A Sony digital camera with five mega-pixels, there was a two-inch LCD screen on the back. It had an impressive half-inch width for such a powerful device. She seemed to approve of it and flipped it on. With only a few seconds, the camera was ready.
Jounouchi had actually gotten up to get a stuffed bear. This was strange however. Seto didn't notice it before now but that was just a trivial thought.
Standing in position with Jounouchi on the sturdy wooden docks with the magnificent morning sun on their backs, the two posed together for a picture. ((I have a picture I drew of them. If you're curious, email me from the author's page))
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In the photo, Jounouchi was on the left and Seto was on the right on the right. His arm was behind the blonde and arched over and behind his shoulders to muss his hair as the other hand held the blonde's left. They stood fairly close together and seemed to show how precious their relationship was to them. They looked... very happy... Truly happy...
That was almost three and a half months ago. Things weren't like that now. Quite the opposite. They were becoming farther and farther apart now. Since that 'first' date, Kaiba was constantly working and the only thing he did to contact his boyfriend was call for him via intercom through his building.
It was always Jounouchi who called him on his cell phone to invite him to lunch. It was Jounouchi who invited him and his little brother Mokuba to theme parks or amusement parks to have fun. It was Jounouchi who asked him on dates for dinner or personal outings. It was always Jounouchi. Never Seto.
It wasn't too late. After this meeting, Seto could call Jounouchi on his cell phone but as he looked up at the clock from the treasured photo, he didn't know when this meeting would end. It could last from now till past nine... but today was Friday and there was no school tomorrow.
Pulling the middle drawer to his oak desk open, he reached in for his personal phone. He looked at the silver case and watched it twinkle in the light. What would he say? It was five o'clock now.
"Hello?" Said a voice in the headpiece.
"Jounouchi," Seto said into the receiver, "My meeting will probably be late. So instead of seven tonight, let's have dinner together at nine."
Silence.
"Jounouchi...?"
"Seto, I can't... Sorry..." His voice was quiet. This was the first time that Jounouchi had refused. Was it a sign that their relationship was...
The well-groomed CEO stared intently at the photo discreetly hidden on his desk. Why was he refusing? He wanted an answer. "Why?"
He heard a soft sigh. "Seto.." When he said his name, it sent chills along his spine. "..Don't mind me, okay? Your meetings should come first... I have to go, bye."
"Wait--" But before he could get any more words in, Jounouchi had hung up.
Seto pulled the phone from his ear and looked at it as the annoying, droning sound continued to reverberate from the headpiece. This weight of dread sat on his chest as his mind wondered what he had done wrong. Jounouchi sounded distant and avoidant... Was it anything he had done?
Jounouchi walked down a flight of stairs that led into the metro. It was crowded by many business men returning home from the long day at the office and high school students from other schools. From his height, he scoped out the area superficially.
He saw many things. For instance, a newspaper vendor in a large metal booth along the wall by the stairs. They were selling manga, newspapers, magazines and even strategy guides for video games. There were security guards in blue and black-striped uniforms with five-point, black visor hats. He saw little old ladies sitting on benches as they waited for the train to arrive. And what stopped him from further looking around was a couple just a few feet away from him.
This couple looked so happy together, this girl and boy. Laughing together, holding hands, talking to one another openly in the masses of people. She stood close to him and he enjoyed being with her and blushed. They looked handsome together.
That could have been himself and Seto, couldn't it? Jounouchi wanted to look away but his mind began dabbling with a reverie and he couldn't help himself. Not only that but it was playing with the transitory abstract thoughts that came across his mind.
The inner voice in his mind whispered, "Dat can never be, Jou-kun."
It felt as if he was paralyzed where he stood. Even his own mental voice couldn't match this call. He could only listen.
"Seto is a bigwig and he is da CEO of Kaiba Corp. You know dat. It can never be. You can never show your relationship to the public like dose two over dere."
The heat in his body rose and his palms began to sweat. Did his own doubt possess a voice of its own?
"Even if Japan were to accept your relationship with Seto, how would da other countries dat do business with Kaiba Corp. feel? Take America for example.. We use to live dere, don't you remember? Dose people treated da homosexual like dey weren't humans at all. Dey treated dem like animals dat didn't deserve to live and had no rights.
"Den dere's China. You remember reading an article about it, right? I know I do. Homosexuality doesn't exist dere even dough all dey want are males in their society. Dey want to keep their population under control and continue their family name. If dere are going to be so many males, dere's gotta be a lotta gays. Mostly closeted, but dey're dere...
"Da point is, you can't have what dey have, Jou-kun... And when da time comes when da paparazzi catch you two, could you protect him from da press, or could he protect you?
"You love him and he loves you, but it's not a free love. It comes with a price and dat price is your dignity and scornful glares."
A general announcement was broadcasted warning soon-to-be boarding passengers to stay behind the white line as the train pulled in. When it did, the train made nary a sound as it docked, the doors swooshing open as the air pressure dropped. Passengers inside of the train pooled out and as soon as it was clear, the people waiting on the platform started boarding not a moment later.
Jounouchi followed with the crowd, a feeling of numbness ran through his lithe body. He took a seat in a vacant spot beside a few school girls in white and green sailor-style uniforms but paid little mind to them as they giggled and blushed at him. It just didn't matter to him. Although he was aware that they were pretty and one of them was well-endowed, it simply didn't interest him.
When did he start losing interest in women? He loved girls! Loved...
"---as I mentioned earlier," began a man with slick black hair in a handsome black suit standing by a projected screen that featured a pie graph, "if we were to increase the energy output of each environment-friendly factory in twenty-eight percent of the countries they are stationed in, we could make a profit of a thirty percent maximum increase."
Several other men in the summit room seemed to be impressed by the presentation by this man. Some whispered comments to their neighbor, others 'ooh' or 'ahh'ed' but the only one who didn't seem impressed was the big boss sitting in the executive's chair at the far end of the table.
Seto's fingers were steeped together and he was sitting back. His face was serious.
The man had a calm expression, more like a poker face if you will. He was doing well to hide his uneasiness. "Mr. Kaiba, does this not complete the demands you requested?"
All of the men around the table, and his personal secretary, glanced towards him, waiting for an answer. It was like an ice pick jabbed into a brick of ice, cold, hard and piercing. "I did not ask for the increase of the profit, Mr. Fujitaka. What I had asked for originally was how could you make better quality products without sacrificing profit."
The man called Mr. Fujitaka didn't look so calm now. He was beginning to sweat and when he spoke, his voice was timid, "I-I'm sorry, S-Sir... I guess the message I received wasn't accurate.. I can make another report, Si--"
Seto abruptly snapped, "You do that and bring it to me this following Tuesday."
Nine o'clock came and went and soon it was going to be eleven o'clock. The meeting had just ended. It took longer than Seto would have wanted. When the men stood up, they spoke to one another about the promotion of the next product. The only one who didn't stand up was Seto Kaiba.
He continued to sit, rubbing out the idle banter from his mind as he thought of his blonde puppy. He took out the beautifully crafted pocket watch and flipped open the cover to reveal the aquamarine-adorned face. This feeling inside of him was something that he had felt before but he couldn't quite name what it was. Perhaps it was his own loneliness? Maybe it was regret? Or could it have been anxiety? Whatever he was feeling, it felt as if it wanted him to get out of this room and away from this stuffy, professional atmosphere and call his puppy.
Maybe Jounouchi had been right? Seto couldn't work all the time. He needed the comfort of another just as much as anyone else and being the CEO of Kaiba Corp. wasn't going to maim what he needed. He had a lover now. He had someone who would listen to him, talk to him whenever he needed him and most of all, he had someone who loved him.
A few minutes elapsed before the men that attended the summit started filing out and heading off and as any other meeting, Seto and his personal secretary were the only ones left in the room.
The secretary gave her notes to him and he thanked her. She watched him rise from his leather chair and pick up the briefcase that he had beside him onto the flat of the table. With a simple press of a button, it popped open.
"Mr. Kaiba...?"
Pulling out a manila folder from the case, he put his secretary's notes into them. He briefly looked up at her with his frosty blue eyes. "What is it?" His voice revealed nothing.
Maybe it was her time of the month or something but she seemed to have been pretty bold today. "You snapped at Mr. Fujitaka today, Mr. Kaiba. He was trying his best to present you with the information he had collected.." She watched for any sign of new expression on his face but it remained stoned. She continued, "Is there something wrong? Are there more problems with Jounouchi Katsuya?"
Seto looked at her inquisitively. "What would make you say that, Ms. Akitoshi?"
She sat down in the chair closest to her and looked up at him. As if he didn't know... "If you'll recall, Sir, the last time you had a problem and couldn't work accordingly involved him."
"It's none of your concern," he said coldly as he closed and locked his briefcase. Wasn't it though? Aside from himself and Jounouchi, she was probably the only other person who knew about their relationship, or at least hinted to it. For all she could have guessed, they could have been close friends... very close friends.
Ms. Akitoshi knew that she couldn't win unless he gave in. He wasn't that kind of person. She sighed then, and shook her head slightly, giving up. "As you say, Mr. Kaiba. Have a good night. I can take care of the remaining paperwork for you..." She gathered up her own papers. Flipping back her black bangs behind her ears, she stopped short and looked at the wake of her boss' back. "Wait, Sir! Will you be coming in tomorrow?"
"Hm?" He regarded her with a glance.
She held the papers close to her chest as she held them. "Tomorrow is your day off, Mr. Kaiba."
"Oh." He said it like he had forgotten and was recently reminded. For a moment, he was silent, wondering what he would do: go to work or spend some time with his boyfriend... Both were important to him and neither one could outweigh the other. "Perhaps. If I don't call before eleven in the morning, I won't be coming."
"Yes, Sir!"
"'ey Jounouchi, I thought you had somewhere to be tonight, man!" Honda said, jumping his blonde friend from behind. He seemed to be in a pretty good mood that night.
The blonde smiled. "I found out dat I wasn't needed afta all. Why don't we go ta da arcade or suttin'?"
Walking side to side with his best friend, Honda looked over at him and also smiled. "Sure, why not? I've got nothing better to do. Anzu and Yugi are at the library and that place just isn't... me. You know what I mean, right, Jounouchi?"
"Yep!" The two stopped at the edge of the sidewalk and waited for the signal to cross the busy, traffic-clogged street.
This arcade they often patronized was called "Electride." It was a place that facilitated the best arcade booths and video games in the city. However, not only that, Electride was open almost all night long. It was usually a place where kids and teenagers would hang out if they were kicked out of their house or needed time to themselves.
Everyone who went there would always come back, thus the staff would know who was who and could offer a little emotional help, even though it wasn't in their job description. It was like a second home to whomever came, a rare quality for arcades to possess.
When the two arrived, they were greeted by the arcade's manager, Hideo Sebuchi. He was a middle-aged man who had spectacles on his face, black eyes, a head full of black hair and a youthful face. He had a simple apron around his hips and a navy polo shirt on with khaki pants.
He was the type of man that would always be the mascot of youth in old age. He was also a kind man who thought more for the people around him rather than himself.
"Evening, Hideo!" Jounouchi purred, "Business booming?"
The middle-aged man pushed his glasses back firmly on the bridge of his nose and he smiled at the boys. "Of course, Jou-kun. Even more so now that Honda-kun and yourself are here."
"Stop it, we're just two people, Mr. Sebuchi..." But despite himself, Honda had a faint blush on his cheeks. He only blushed more when Hideo began to laugh. He loved to tease Honda.
"So what brings you two over here at the 'dead,'" Hideo said, using his fingers to quote 'dead,' "of night?"
Jounouchi shrugged and simply replied, "Nuthin' much, just bored I guess."
"Same," Honda said.
"Oh? Alright then," he said as he watched them start into the establishment, "but I'm closing up early tonight. Twelve."
The blonde glanced back to him. "Why? Are you up ta suttin'?"
"You could say that, Jou-kun," Hideo smiled. "I need time to set up those new booths in the back tonight."
"'New booths?' Dat's awesome! What kind are dey?" A spark of excitement appeared in his eyes. He loved games, all kinds, even ones that didn't make sense.
"You'll see," Hideo mused, withdrawing some candy from his pocket and unwrapping it.
Jounouchi could only groan. There wasn't anything he could do but there was something he could ask. "Fine, den tell me, who was da manufacturer?"
Putting the pink candy into his mouth and then cheeking it, he said, "Kaiba Corporation."
"Ok!" He wore a mischievous grin on his lips, "Let me guess! Is it called 'Divine Dragon?'"
The surprise on the man's face made the blonde laugh. "H-How'd you know?" The spectacles on his face slid down the bridge of his nose as he stared at Jounouchi, astonished.
"I know because I was da one who tested it out!" And then he proclaimed, "I work for Kaiba Corp.!"
Honda and a round of people from within the arcade started to gather. "You're lying!"
"Why would I lie?" Jounouchi looked upset and was taking on a slightly defensive tone of voice.
"Why?" Honda demanded, his voice strong and firm, "Why are you working for a guy who picks on you all the time and makes fun of you just to see you pissed off?"
Jounouchi stood there, looking into his best friend's face. He felt paralyzed and couldn't move. The words Honda spoke of struck him hard and true. Seto did pick on him and he did do it to make him angry, but he didn't anymore... Yet still... those old feelings... they still haunted him inside.
"You hate the bastard and so do I, so why are you working for him? That's more of a reason to pick on you and because you DO work for him, he can actually make you do things that he wants you to!" Honda looked furious. He was only looking out for his friend but this was stupid. He was getting worked up over something so small.
It wasn't small, however, not to Jounouchi. What Honda spoke of... they were all true and were possibilities. Seto could now tell him to do whatever he wanted and he would have to obey. Just like a dog.
"Honda, I-"
"He's a cold, heartless bastard that wouldn't care less if you died!" Honda reached to Jounouchi's slender shoulders and shook him, "Seto Kaiba cares more about his company than the workers inside of it!"
Jounouchi's eyes widened as those words crashed into him. It suddenly made sense.
Instead of having his driver take him home, Seto had decided to walk. It wasn't a long way and he had a lot to think about.
He didn't admit it to his personal secretary but he was nerved by how Jounouchi acted earlier. He had never seen him act that way towards him before and he didn't like it. The way he spoke to him via cell phone was still fresh in his mind.
As he walked on, the cool breeze tousled his brown, cropped hair. It was going to be autumn soon and their anniversary was coming up. On September fourth, it would officially be their four-month anniversary. Just three more days..
"What could I get him?" Seto thought. "He'll be happy with whatever I give him but-"
"JOUNOUCHI!" A voice yelled out.
"I'm FINE! Just.. leave me alone!" Was that... Jounouchi's voice? It sounded so shaky and hurt.
Seto's curiosity piqued and as his stride lengthened now, he came to a scene that made his heart stop although his face remained calm on the surface.
Across the street was Jounouchi and a strange man with glasses and black hair. The man was restraining the blonde around his chest with his arms but still the blonde tried to wrestle away. Seto didn't know what was going on but that was his boyfriend and the other man restraining him wasn't. The blood in his body began to boil but before it spilled over the edge, he watched Jounouchi break free and push his restrainer away.
"Hideo, I appreciate the fact that you care about me but I'm fine! Really!" He held his hands in front of him defensively. "Those things that Honda said just..."
"Hurt you, right?" Hideo said after Jounouchi trailed off. He watched the blonde through his glasses and sighed. He continued, "I haven't seen Seto Kaiba treat you like that but Honda doesn't lie... Why are you so upset? Just a few months ago, you told me that you hated him and would rather pound his face in than talk to him. But now..."
"I.."
"Jounouchi."
The sheer horror on Jounouchi's face was indescribable. The fear he was feeling now consumed his soul and send shivers along his spine and through all the nerves in his body. This voice, he knew it well and it belonged to the person he was dating. The person he hated, no... loved, no... was abandoned by... no... used by was Seto Kaiba, CEO of Kaiba Corp.
