Venturing
How typical. Seto peeled his attention from his computer screen. The laughter from downstairs was drifting into the room, shattering his once peaceful concentration on his stock holdings. It was something he despised—broken silence—by stupidity and unproductive people that laid in its wake. His frown deepened, eyebrows furrowing, before he stood from his desk.
Why wasn't he surprised?
Of course, the mutt's friends would make commotion. If anyone was louder than the blonde, it was his friends. Though Ryou and Yugi were not the normal culprits to the high-decimal volumes derived from the rest of the group, adding their soft murmurs to most of the members made their joint events loud.
Seto decided to see what the loud laughter was all about. After all, they were in his house. Saving his material, he made his way out of his bedroom and down the stairs. He peered into the spacious living room to see it darkened, the only source of light coming from the blaring television. Seto entered the room stealthy, watching the occupants over the movie, which produced another roar of laughter from everyone except the elder Kaiba.
Although Yugi and Mokuba's positions on the floor drew only a flicker of Seto's interest, and mildly, his protectiveness over his younger brother, what immediately grabbed the CEO's attention occupied the space on the loveseat positioned furthest from the television.
Honda and the mutt seated on the loveseat positioned furthest from the television.
Seto felt a sneer tug at his lips before he composed himself with considerable will power. There they were, the two gay best friends, sharing the loveseat—his loveseat—and staring at the television with intent. Jou's hands were on the brunette's arm, clutching the cloth, probably suffocating the boy's arm, who knew? But Seto wasn't one to stand by to—
Wait, what was he thinking? This was Jounouchi Katsuya, infamous mutt.
Why would he even care?
"Hey, Seto," Yugi called from his spot on the floor, causing Seto to frown at his familiar tone, "did you want to watch the movie with us too?"
Mokuba looked at him, worry sketched across his youthful guise. "Oh, brother, I thought you were working. Are we disturbing you?"
The elder Kaiba wanted to say, "Get the bleep bleep bleep out, you scoundrels!" but for the sake of his younger brother, he kept the words buried deep in his throat. A slew of mumbled words came out instead, the ghost of his wish.
"Whatever."
Yugi immediately returned his short attention span towards the television, but Mokuba continued to stare at Seto. Grumbling, Seto turned on his heel and proceeded to walk down the hallway towards the stair case. He felt a tug on his arm, meeting the big eyes of his innocent little brother. Genuine concern took Seto's hard glare out of his handsome face.
"Seto," Mokuba said softly, releasing his brother's arm, "are you upset about the whole Jou and Honda thing?"
The question made Seto's eyes widen more than usual. "What makes you think that I would be upset over such a trivial matter that has nothing to do with me?" Seto recovered, hopeful that his shock went unnoticed.
Unfortunately, it didn't. Mokuba smiled softly at him. "Well, one, you looked like you wanted to strangle Honda when we walked in on them. Second, that death-grip on your glass of water during dinner when Anzu told everyone they should go out, well, was a dead give-away." Mokuba wagged a finger at him. "Plus, you haven't been seen around since you gave them that little task of dishwashing, but then again, you gave them a chance to kiss—"
"What?!" Seto bellowed despite himself. He wanted to slap his forehead the second it came out of his mouth. Mokuba smirked, revealing his not-so-innocent side.
"See? Why would you get all worked up over something like that?" Mokuba looked away in thought as he seemingly recalled the event. "You should had seen it. It was something from a soap opera! Honda touched Jou's shoulder, and then—BAM—a spark flies between them, and of course, I'm making that up, but yeah! They stared into each other's eyes, wasting our water, nonetheless, before leaning in towards each other and finally—"
Seto decided to block the rest of it out by turning and willing himself up the stair well as calmly as possible. He felt Mokuba's eyes following him as he ascended the stairs, but he didn't care, not even for the younger Kaiba's sake. This was too much for him.
And since when did he care?
Chapter 10: Jounouchi has an interesting dream about Honda...oooh...aaahh...
