Men In Suits
A slightly Quentin Tarantino-inspired Yu Gi Oh! fan fic by Heavens to Bikini Kill
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Four: Men And Jealousy
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"What the hell are you doing here?"
"What the hell is Jou doing in that bed?"
"Hm. Funny. I don't remember when it concerned you."
"I need to give him his stuff so he can start work at the bank tomorrow morning. He wasn't at his apartment, and Honda said I should probably come here. I doubt he expected his best friend to be in bed with a --"
"Shut up. To the best of my knowledge, the furthest your relationship with Katsuya has ever gone is you calling him a filthy mutt."
A pause. "That was never any of your business."
"It's my business now, Kaiba."
"Right. Good for you."
"I know men like you, Kaiba. You're wasteful. You smash things up and you throw them away."
"Hm. You're some sort of shrink now?"
Bitter laughter. "Funny, Kaiba. Just know this: if you ever hurt Katsuya in any way, and I do mean any way possible, I will not hesitate to kill you."
"Did you hope to scare me with that line?"
"Defer it all you want, Kaiba, but I do not lie."
"Whatever." Another pause. "Give him the uniform and the train ticket. He'll be working at the bank for two weeks before the operation begins."
"Lovely." Pause. "Now get out. I'm making Katsuya breakfast."
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I woke up to Yuuki and a tray loaded with greasy, sugared doughnuts and pastries. "Morning, darlin'," he greeted me and kissed me on the forehead.
"What's all this?" I pointed to the fried dough.
He smiled. "Thought you should have a proper breakfast after what I put you through last night."
"Great," I smiled weakly. "I had an awfully strange dream, though. I thought I heard you and somebody who sounded like Kaiba talking."
Yuuki turned red and immediately changed the subject. "You're quitting your sushi job today."
"Yeah, I know. I get to be a rent-a-cop. Fun."
He laughed out loud and stuffed his face with a sugar doughnut. "It'll be worth it."
"The only thing I'm getting out of this is seeing the look on the manager's face when I tell him I'm quitting. Old wad."
"Right." He tossed me a blue dress shirt and a pair of black work pants. "Can you believe they're giving you a gun?"
"Hey," I protested, "I can handle packing heat. It's just Honda I'm worried about. Would YOU trust Honda with a gun?" Yuuki broke into hysterics as I ranted, "Imagine giving him a gun! He'd go off on some sort of a killing spree! He'd go after every single person who pissed him off. He'd probably go for Kaiba first, on account of that falling blocks ordeal."
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The train ride was uneventful, and is not worth describing. Absolutely nothing relevant happened once I arrived in Hiroshima: I visited Shizuka, who was finishing her senior year of high school, and who had finally stopped asking about Kaiba (I think she got over the whole Cinderella-esque dream). I went to the bank for my day of orientation. I moved into my temporary home, where Honda was waiting.
"Where the hell were you all night?" he demanded.
Do you realize how hard it is to lie to your friend, the same friend who voluntarily put up with all of the morally decaying bullshit of some heist that he never wanted to be a part of, but only did it just because you begged him to? "I was at Hideaki's club..."
"With who?" Damn, he's like some sort of worried parent.
"With...Hideaki, obviously."
"Don't lie to me, Jou."
I blushed furiously. "All right! I was there with Yuuki...it's irrelevant."
"Apparently not. Why did you lie to cover it up?"
"Because it wasn't much of your business?"
"Because you slept with Yuuki." I turned to hide my shame. "Oh my god! I was just joking, Jou...did you really?"
"Yeah, so?" Perhaps attitude would back him off.
No, not really. "Jesus, Jou. Next you'll be saying that you cuddled with him afterwards." He watched my embarrassed reaction and laughed even harder. "My God! Big Bad Jou, getting cuddled by a man!"
"Oh really?" I countered angrily. "Then how's Otogi? You probably invited him over when I wasn't there."
Honda's face turned violet with fury. "Excuse me?" At that moment I remembered that Honda had made it perfectly clear that he had nothing to do with Otogi, and that he had only danced with him because Otogi had taken advantage of his slightly drunken state. (Honda can be very wordy with his fists.)
I suppose, then, that I kind of deserved the fat lip that he gave me.
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Kaiba called me to his makeshift office in Hiroshima. Once again, I found it irrelevant. What the hell was he going to do to me, call me a filthy dog? (I now regret such arrogance.)
He had leased out an old building that used to be a small gift shop. There was dust everywhere, and folding tables and chairs. Bankers boxes seemed to make for temporary walls. There were only five or six people in the building, but with their constant flitting and scattering around, it felt as if there were twenty plus.
I kicked aside boxes and people and reached the back storeroom, where Kaiba apparently had set up his own personal office. It was sparsely decorated: a folding table, a folding chair, two or three bankers boxes, and a photo of Mokuba. He looked up from his laptop and quite willingly served up his well known Kaiba-glare. A few years ago, I might have quaked a little bit. Instead, I spoke. "You called for me?"
He didn't look up. "Hm. You're every bit as obedient as I anticipated."
I was trying my hardest not to snap, and I clenched my fists in order to encourage myself. "Shut the fuck up, and get to it. Why'd you want me here?"
"I hope swearing doesn't make you feel tough."
The struggle to keep my temper in check was beginning to go to the wrong side. "Make this quick, Kaiba. I've places to be."
"Like where?" He snorted in contempt. "Visiting that foolish sister of yours? The one who thinks that she's remarkable just because she used to be blind? Am I supposed to admire her?"
That was it. My duty as an older brother is to never allow anyone to insult my family. Something broke apart in my brain, and without any consideration of the circumstances, I lunged across the desk at my enemy number one. HIs eyes widened in shock as I knocked him to the dusty floor.
He feebly attempted to defend himself (he was most likely still surprised at the mere concept of the mutt attacking his "master") as I whaled away at him, aiming for his pretty little face, but at times settling for other targets, such as his torso. I punched until my right wrist began to hurt, and so I held him down with that hand and punched even harder with the left.
Finally, I became tired of punching out Kaiba. (Sounds strange, I know.) My punches were slower and more time passed between them, until finally I stopped hitting him all together. I noted that there were quite a few bruises located on his stomach, and I created a few shiners on his face.
It was hard to breathe. The idea of beating up Kaiba Seto was far too much for me to truly comprehend at the time. I gasped and choked and watched Kaiba lie there with his eye half closed.
He grabbed my collar and pulled me towards him, and there was a haze developing in my mind, preventing me from doing anything more than breathing and thinking a few words at a time. His lips brushed softly against my forehead, and he whispered something about how I was wonderful when I was angry.
I was incapable of proper speech. "Wha...the...hell...you...doing?"
"Jou. You have no clue how I feel about you."
"The hell?!"
He didn't respond, and only kissed me deeply. "I've never wanted to hurt you, Jou," he mumbled, "I was just afraid."
He wrapped his arms around me, taking full advantage of my shocked state. "I don't know how to say this, Jou, but I..."
"If you say you love me," I forced out, "I will kick your ass again."
Seeing as he never laughs or smiles, Kaiba only pulled me closer (if that were possible, seeing as I was still on top of him) and held me for the rest of that afternoon, demanding that everyone who needed him leave it for tomorrow.
[A/N: Erm...sketchy much? I'm not very good at non-cliche SetoxJou moments and that's too bad. I'm trying harder with this fic. It's really hard not to write puppy/master deals, because every damn SetoxJou writer leans on that cliche. Review, y'all. See you next week.]
A slightly Quentin Tarantino-inspired Yu Gi Oh! fan fic by Heavens to Bikini Kill
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Four: Men And Jealousy
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"What the hell are you doing here?"
"What the hell is Jou doing in that bed?"
"Hm. Funny. I don't remember when it concerned you."
"I need to give him his stuff so he can start work at the bank tomorrow morning. He wasn't at his apartment, and Honda said I should probably come here. I doubt he expected his best friend to be in bed with a --"
"Shut up. To the best of my knowledge, the furthest your relationship with Katsuya has ever gone is you calling him a filthy mutt."
A pause. "That was never any of your business."
"It's my business now, Kaiba."
"Right. Good for you."
"I know men like you, Kaiba. You're wasteful. You smash things up and you throw them away."
"Hm. You're some sort of shrink now?"
Bitter laughter. "Funny, Kaiba. Just know this: if you ever hurt Katsuya in any way, and I do mean any way possible, I will not hesitate to kill you."
"Did you hope to scare me with that line?"
"Defer it all you want, Kaiba, but I do not lie."
"Whatever." Another pause. "Give him the uniform and the train ticket. He'll be working at the bank for two weeks before the operation begins."
"Lovely." Pause. "Now get out. I'm making Katsuya breakfast."
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I woke up to Yuuki and a tray loaded with greasy, sugared doughnuts and pastries. "Morning, darlin'," he greeted me and kissed me on the forehead.
"What's all this?" I pointed to the fried dough.
He smiled. "Thought you should have a proper breakfast after what I put you through last night."
"Great," I smiled weakly. "I had an awfully strange dream, though. I thought I heard you and somebody who sounded like Kaiba talking."
Yuuki turned red and immediately changed the subject. "You're quitting your sushi job today."
"Yeah, I know. I get to be a rent-a-cop. Fun."
He laughed out loud and stuffed his face with a sugar doughnut. "It'll be worth it."
"The only thing I'm getting out of this is seeing the look on the manager's face when I tell him I'm quitting. Old wad."
"Right." He tossed me a blue dress shirt and a pair of black work pants. "Can you believe they're giving you a gun?"
"Hey," I protested, "I can handle packing heat. It's just Honda I'm worried about. Would YOU trust Honda with a gun?" Yuuki broke into hysterics as I ranted, "Imagine giving him a gun! He'd go off on some sort of a killing spree! He'd go after every single person who pissed him off. He'd probably go for Kaiba first, on account of that falling blocks ordeal."
----
The train ride was uneventful, and is not worth describing. Absolutely nothing relevant happened once I arrived in Hiroshima: I visited Shizuka, who was finishing her senior year of high school, and who had finally stopped asking about Kaiba (I think she got over the whole Cinderella-esque dream). I went to the bank for my day of orientation. I moved into my temporary home, where Honda was waiting.
"Where the hell were you all night?" he demanded.
Do you realize how hard it is to lie to your friend, the same friend who voluntarily put up with all of the morally decaying bullshit of some heist that he never wanted to be a part of, but only did it just because you begged him to? "I was at Hideaki's club..."
"With who?" Damn, he's like some sort of worried parent.
"With...Hideaki, obviously."
"Don't lie to me, Jou."
I blushed furiously. "All right! I was there with Yuuki...it's irrelevant."
"Apparently not. Why did you lie to cover it up?"
"Because it wasn't much of your business?"
"Because you slept with Yuuki." I turned to hide my shame. "Oh my god! I was just joking, Jou...did you really?"
"Yeah, so?" Perhaps attitude would back him off.
No, not really. "Jesus, Jou. Next you'll be saying that you cuddled with him afterwards." He watched my embarrassed reaction and laughed even harder. "My God! Big Bad Jou, getting cuddled by a man!"
"Oh really?" I countered angrily. "Then how's Otogi? You probably invited him over when I wasn't there."
Honda's face turned violet with fury. "Excuse me?" At that moment I remembered that Honda had made it perfectly clear that he had nothing to do with Otogi, and that he had only danced with him because Otogi had taken advantage of his slightly drunken state. (Honda can be very wordy with his fists.)
I suppose, then, that I kind of deserved the fat lip that he gave me.
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Kaiba called me to his makeshift office in Hiroshima. Once again, I found it irrelevant. What the hell was he going to do to me, call me a filthy dog? (I now regret such arrogance.)
He had leased out an old building that used to be a small gift shop. There was dust everywhere, and folding tables and chairs. Bankers boxes seemed to make for temporary walls. There were only five or six people in the building, but with their constant flitting and scattering around, it felt as if there were twenty plus.
I kicked aside boxes and people and reached the back storeroom, where Kaiba apparently had set up his own personal office. It was sparsely decorated: a folding table, a folding chair, two or three bankers boxes, and a photo of Mokuba. He looked up from his laptop and quite willingly served up his well known Kaiba-glare. A few years ago, I might have quaked a little bit. Instead, I spoke. "You called for me?"
He didn't look up. "Hm. You're every bit as obedient as I anticipated."
I was trying my hardest not to snap, and I clenched my fists in order to encourage myself. "Shut the fuck up, and get to it. Why'd you want me here?"
"I hope swearing doesn't make you feel tough."
The struggle to keep my temper in check was beginning to go to the wrong side. "Make this quick, Kaiba. I've places to be."
"Like where?" He snorted in contempt. "Visiting that foolish sister of yours? The one who thinks that she's remarkable just because she used to be blind? Am I supposed to admire her?"
That was it. My duty as an older brother is to never allow anyone to insult my family. Something broke apart in my brain, and without any consideration of the circumstances, I lunged across the desk at my enemy number one. HIs eyes widened in shock as I knocked him to the dusty floor.
He feebly attempted to defend himself (he was most likely still surprised at the mere concept of the mutt attacking his "master") as I whaled away at him, aiming for his pretty little face, but at times settling for other targets, such as his torso. I punched until my right wrist began to hurt, and so I held him down with that hand and punched even harder with the left.
Finally, I became tired of punching out Kaiba. (Sounds strange, I know.) My punches were slower and more time passed between them, until finally I stopped hitting him all together. I noted that there were quite a few bruises located on his stomach, and I created a few shiners on his face.
It was hard to breathe. The idea of beating up Kaiba Seto was far too much for me to truly comprehend at the time. I gasped and choked and watched Kaiba lie there with his eye half closed.
He grabbed my collar and pulled me towards him, and there was a haze developing in my mind, preventing me from doing anything more than breathing and thinking a few words at a time. His lips brushed softly against my forehead, and he whispered something about how I was wonderful when I was angry.
I was incapable of proper speech. "Wha...the...hell...you...doing?"
"Jou. You have no clue how I feel about you."
"The hell?!"
He didn't respond, and only kissed me deeply. "I've never wanted to hurt you, Jou," he mumbled, "I was just afraid."
He wrapped his arms around me, taking full advantage of my shocked state. "I don't know how to say this, Jou, but I..."
"If you say you love me," I forced out, "I will kick your ass again."
Seeing as he never laughs or smiles, Kaiba only pulled me closer (if that were possible, seeing as I was still on top of him) and held me for the rest of that afternoon, demanding that everyone who needed him leave it for tomorrow.
[A/N: Erm...sketchy much? I'm not very good at non-cliche SetoxJou moments and that's too bad. I'm trying harder with this fic. It's really hard not to write puppy/master deals, because every damn SetoxJou writer leans on that cliche. Review, y'all. See you next week.]