Hi! I haven't written this story in years! i came across it when I was randomly reading a hp fanfic on and decided to log in and see what was up with my old stories. I don't know if any of the people who were following this are even still on the site but I figured I'd write another chapter and see if anyone reviewed and wanted me to continue! So let me know! cookies and grumpy-looking seto plushies for all! *throws things*
Disclaimer: Didn't really happen, as far as I know. Seto and Jou are not mine, unfortunately, but if they were… *evil grin*
On to zee story, yes!
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Seto Kaiba, posing as the slimy Watanabe-san, found his place directly to the right of the President and CEO of the Takeshi Organization, Jiro Takeshi himself. He sat silently, drinking in board members' monologues and presentations; graphs of statistical data on how the company's production and shares measured up to other top companies in the gaming industry. Seto was pleased to note that the initial comparison was to that of Kaiba Corp, though it hardly surprised him.
Now that the initial infiltration phase of his plan had been completed, he was merely observing. He had done some prior investigation into the man whose body he currently inhabited before his little take-over, of course, but even Seto Kaiba was surprised to note how little attention anyone seemed to be paying him. Almost as if it was normal for the oily Vice President to be reserved during board meetings. Hmm… I may have made a miscalculation regarding Watabane's… influence. He could indeed be nothing but a stuffed up bureaucrat, carrying out Takeshi's orders with no opinions of his own. Kaiba listened, and thought. If Watanabe really was the empty suit he seemed to be, he would likely not have the influence to convince any of the board members to switch their support to Kaiba Corp. He would need to come up with another plan of action. But what…
Then it came to him. But it would require him to rely on the mutt more than he liked…
The following morning, Jonouchi Katsuya woke to the sound of the rain pattering against the roof and rolling through the gutters. Something was different than usual, but his sleep-altered brain couldn't place a finger on it. I hope pop's not home…
He opened his eyes slowly, blinking in the light, and looked down. Jonouchi yelped suddenly and jumped in surprise. There was someone there. Someone with a lanky torso and dark brown hair was flush against his chest, arm wrapped loosely against his middle. The motion caused the person to stir, raising his head slowly and regarding Jonouchi with child-like eyes. Then Seto Kaiba smiled.
"Kaib-?" he managed, wracking his brain for memories of the night before. Then it hit him. That really happened? Shit, where's Kaiba? I gotta find him, he's gotta still be stuck in that… that… Jou shuddered, remembering his brief encounter with the Vice President of the Takeshi Organization. He turned his attention back to the boy before him who was looking at him as though he could see nothing else.
"Morning, Kaiba." The other boy smiled again and wrapped his arms tighter around Jou.
Jonouchi was… confused. He couldn't say he'd exactly expected to find himself in this situation, and although his relationship with Seto Kaiba had most definitely changed in the last week, it hadn't prepared him for waking up with the other in his arms. And lookin' at me like that… why's he lookin' at me like that? Well fuck it, he definitely ain't nothin' like the real Kaiba so I might as well take good care of him till Kaiba gets back. Sure as shit doesn't seem to be able to take care of himself.
As the boy in his bed seemed reluctant to let go of him, Jou settled back down on the bed, and slowly, lacking his usual assurance, wrapped an arm loosely around Kaiba's shoulders.
"You're not really Kaiba, are ya?" He asked the blue-eyed boy. "Nah. You're like what he'd be if he was more of a Seto than a Kaiba." Jou smiled. "I'm gonna call ya Seto, kay? That way I can tell you apart." Seto's eyes widened at Jou and he nodded.
"Y'know, Seto? I think you got all the good genes that Kaiba missed out on." Jou grinned, running an arm down the other's back. Seto nearly purred. He's kinda like a pet. Like a big, overgrown kitty cat. If Kaiba were more like him all the time I might think he was almost… cute. Wait, no, fuck. Kaiba's not cute, an' he's definitely nothin' like this guy.
Seto reached up and touched Jou's hair, looking at him curiously. Hmm? Oh, okay. I guess it's all right if you wanna do that… Jou relaxed into Seto's hand and allowed his hair to be stroked as the other gazed at him. It was… comfortable. Suddenly, Seto raised an arm and slid himself up the bed until he was face to face with Jonouchi. Cocking his head slightly, he reached out and wrapped both arms around Jou's neck, pulling him in. Jou could feel warm breath against his ear and felt a shiver run through his body. What the…
Seto pulled back softly, nuzzling into Jonouchi, and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to his temple.
Heat flared through Jonouchi like wildfire. What the hell? What was that? I better get outta this…. and what the fuck's up with Kaiba tryin' to kiss me all the time all'a sudden? I mean I know it's not Kaiba, but… it kinda is. And why did I… like it? He liked it. Fuck.
"Come on, you." Jou sat up in bed, dislodging the brunette, and looked down at him, confusion racing through him. Seto gave him a small, rather hurt look, and bit his lip, as though afraid he had done something wrong.
"Aw no, don't look at me like that." He reached out to Seto and took his hand, lacing their fingers together. "Look, it's okay, see? Come on, let's get you some breakfast." Seto looked down at their intertwined fingers and then down at the floor, as though still afraid he had made Jou angry. Jou sighed. Leaning in quickly, he pressed a kiss to Seto's cheek and then leaned back just as suddenly, cheeks burning. Seto giggled and smiled, looking up at Jou from under long lashes, and tightened his hand on Jou's.
"All….allright, up and at 'em, then." With no sign of Jou's father around, the two of them rose and set off to the kitchen, hand in hand.
Seto Kaiba was furious. He had been unable to contact Jonouchi all night since the Takeshi board meeting. He didn't know the whereabouts of his body, for christ's sake. Unable to go home to the Kaiba mansion, for the obvious reason of terrifying Mokuba and likely getting shot by his security staff, who would not be keen on Watanabe showing up late at night insisting he was Seto Kaiba, he had been forced to get himself a hotel room and track down the whereabouts of Jonouchi's…home… doing so entirely online to preserve his odd identity. He had sent a text message to his assistant, ordering the man to inform Mokuba that he had had to go away on business overnight and would be returning shortly.
When he found Jou, the blonde was a dead man.
The next morning, Seto Kaiba awoke and immediately called a taxi, barking the order to take him to Jonouchi's place of residency. The car pulled away from the curb, and Kaiba watched without interest as the scenery slid by, the buildings becoming smaller and the sidewalks gaining cracks and moss as the minutes passed. The driver finally pulled to a stop in front of a run-down looking house across from a little laundromat. Kaiba, still in the guise of Watanabe, paid the driver and stepped out onto the sidewalk, gazing around him distastefully. So this is where the mutt lives… it's hardly surprising, given his inferior breeding. He smirked to himself.
Kaiba's shoes clicked smartly against the concrete as he made his way up to the house. He fought momentarily with the rusted metal gate, but won in the end as he always did, and glanced at the driveway. It would seem Jonouchi's guardian was away. That being the case, he forewent knocking and barged right into the house, listening for sounds of life. Kaiba followed his nose into the kitchen, where he could hear a voice murmuring lowly, and as he approached the door the sight before him prevented him from doing anything but staring.
There was Jonouchi Katsuya, sitting next to….himself… who was gazing at him with rapt attention. What the fuck? I'm quite certain I don't look at him like that. They were… holding hands. With the other hand, Jonouchi seemed to be feeding him bites of cereal. He looked absolutely delighted. Absolutely…
"JONOUCHIIIIIIII!" Kaiba roared, stomping into the room. "Unhand me at once! You cretin… you dog… you mongrel! What in the hell do you think you are doing!"
Jonouchi and Seto both jumped. Jou grabbed a frying pan off the counter and spun around with it raised high over his head.
"Who are you? Get out of my house right now, I'm warning you, I've got a gun-"
He suddenly realized who it was in the room, unaccustomed to strange business-men breaking and entering, and threatening him in his own kitchen.
"Get out of your house? What the hell do you think you are doing with me?" Kaiba's face paled. "And I spent the night here! Who knows what kind of foul tricks you pulled in my absence. I have half a mind to-"
"To what! Fuck you, Kaiba! I took the best fucking care of you of your life, so you can- Oh, shit look, you're scaring him. Look just calm the fuck down." Jou lowered the pan, glancing in concern at Seto next to him.
Kaiba inhaled deeply, held the breath in as though counting down from ten, and exhaled. "I don't fucking want to know. I just want my body back, thank you very much."
Jou looked sadly at Seto. "Well all right. Have at it, I guess."
Seto laughed humorlessly. "Are you insane? Take back my body right here? And what exactly did you plan to do with Watanabe's when it was dumped in your kitchen? Take advantage of it, too?"
"I didn't take advantage of you!" Jou roared. "You're the one that kissed- well. oh fuck you, Kaiba."
"We are going downtown immediately. We will perform the necessary switch outside of the Takeshi organization where, if our little experiment from earlier is correct, Watanabe's soul is still present. If all goes well he will be able to reclaim himself with no understanding of what it was he experienced, and no one to believe him.
"Okay," Jou sulked grumpily. He didn't particularly want to admit it, but he was loathe to let Kaiba reinhabit his Seto. My…?
Kaiba called another taxi and the three of them left the house and went to stand on the street corner. Kaiba scowled at Jonouchi holding what looked like his hand, but as he seemed incapable of not running off he supposed it was necessary and tolerated it grudgingly.
They were dropped off, at Kaiba's instruction, outside the Takeshi building. Just as Kaiba was about to finally rid himself of Watanabe's infernal body, Jou stopped him.
"Wait jus' a second, Kaiba. I wanna say g'bye to him."
"What do you mean you want to say goodbye- he's me, Jonouchi."
"No, he's not," the other boy said hotly, turning to Seto Kaiba's body.
"Well," Jou started, suddenly self-conscious. "I'm gonna miss ya."
Seto smiled at him, not comprehending. Jou reached out, carefully avoiding the real Kaiba's gaze, and pulled Seto into a hug. The other happily hugged him back, snuggling into Jou. "Bye, Seto. It's been good knowin' ya."
Kaiba froze. "What… did you call him?"
"Seto. He's Seto. He's like what you woulda been if you didn't have such a big stick up yer ass all the time." Kaiba bristled.
"I forbid you from calling me, or any body affiliated with me, by that name," he hissed.
"Allright, all right," Jou said. "Bye, then." He turned sharply away from Seto and stood facing the opposite street.
Kaiba needed no further cuing, and all too soon the familiar rushing surrounded him, as though he was being sucked through a portal, and he fell unceremoniously back into his body.
He glared at Jonouchi, who looked at him as though he was… hurt?
"What are you giving me that look for, Jonouchi?"
"He never looked at me like that. You should've just stayed where you were and Seto could'a stayed with me."
The words stung, although Seto Kaiba could not fathom why.
"He is me, Jonouchi, you imbecile."
Jou shoved his hands in his pockets and began walking away from Kaiba, down the street.
"Well, mutt, the least I could do is give you a ride home, I suppose," Kaiba glanced at the real Watanabe, spirit yet to find its body, "before he regains consciousness and I am found at the scene."
"M'okay," Jou replied. "I'ma walk home, clear my head."
"As you like," Kaiba replied, and he called his driver.
Across town, hunched over atop the spindly stool in the back of the Kame Game Shop, Yugi's grandpa was poring over an old tome, finger following his progress in the book as he read. He stopped suddenly, and looked up. Well, now, this certainly changes things. Even I had never… well. I had better tell Katsuya.
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