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A.N: HI!!! *glomps all her lovely readers* Sorry about the wait people, had exams, then camp and we all know I'm lazy. I won't waste time blabbing now though. Thank you to;
- KisaandYaoiBoyKenta,
- ColeyCarissa,
- alostblackcat (this chapter should explain things a little about Bakky and Ryou)
- Ranma Higurashi
- IronandYukito (Whoa! Remind me never to let Iron near -my- chocolate milk!)
- miyu13us (Well, the idea actually came in a dream, I dreamt the end. As for what the boy's actually do, I'm not quite sure. Some sort of government agents if that helps at all.)
- Angel-soul03
- Demon Darkness (thank you for the Yu-Gi-Oh plushies! *glomps*)
Yes, I love you all! *hands out Duel Monsters cookies for everyone* Now, onto the story.
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'Speech'
"Thoughts"
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'Ryou!' The white haired man rolled his eyes, grinning, before waiting for the younger boy to catch up. Mokoba bounced over happily, before planting himself in front of his guard.
'Can we buy ice-cream?' the raven haired boy put on his best puppy dog eyes. 'Please?'
'Now I believe that would be the fifth time you've asked me.' Said Ryou, grinning. 'And five just happens to be my favorite number-' Mokoba's eyes lit up. 'So I suppose we'll have to get one won't we?'
'Yeah!' Mokoba did a victory jump, fist raised. 'Let's go!' With that he grabbed Ryou's hand, successfully dragging the brown eyed man down the street. After a few blocks Mokoba stopped for a moment to get his bearings, allowing Ryou to catch his breath before being dragged off towards a narrow alleyway.
'Mokoba?' Ryou stopped short. 'I'm not so sure that's such a good idea.'
'Sure it is!' chirped Mokoba, bouncing from one foot to the other. 'I do it all the time!'
'I don't know.' said Ryou slowly. Dark alleyways always gave him the creeps; he avoided them even during the day. It didn't make him feel the slightest bit reassured that he'd been having the feeling of being watched all afternoon. That and the thought of going through an alley were causing his mind to scream at him to continue down the sunny main street. Mokoba, however, was not to be deterred.
'C'mon, Ryou!' Ryou had no further time to hesitate as he was forcefully re- grabbed and dragged into said alleyway. The alleyway was nothing like the sort you see in the movies, there were no creates stacked up along the sides, no sinister looking narrow doors and no half dead drunks, much to Ryou's relief. It was more of a narrow laneway between buildings, empty save for a few overgrown weeds along the bases of the buildings. Or, at least, it appeared empty. Continuing to drag the white haired man along, Mokoba only stopped when they were just short of a brick wall.
'Oops.' He muttered, a tad bashfully. 'Wrong alley,'
'I really think we should take the main road, Mokoba.' begun Ryou. 'It would be a lot quicker then going down every-' he broke off abruptly as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise and a familiar feeling rush over him.
'It would be quicker would it?' a horrifyingly familiar voice drawled from behind them. 'Would it really?'
Taking a deep breath, Ryou turned around to face a man who could almost be his twin. 'Bakura.'
'Oh my.' Leaning against the wall in the shadows, Bakura smirked at his prey through his grayish bangs. 'However did you guess?'
Unlike Ryou, who was clad purely in pastels and whites, Bakura was dressed in a deep crimson shirt, the top buttons undone half way and the bottom un- tucked from his black leather pants. A black belt collar, lace up combat boots and a sliver neck chain completed the outfit. His grey hair, wilder then Ryou's though almost the same cut, hung loosely to his shoulders.
'Ryou, Ryou, Ryou.' Bakura started forward at a leisurely pace, backing Mokoba and Ryou right back into the wall. 'You really do like to get yourself into -interesting- situations.'
'Stay away from him!' Mokoba yelled, pushing in front of Ryou and glaring at the newcomer.
'Relying on children to protect you now Ryou?' asked Bakura casually, ignoring the young Kaiba's growl at being called a child. Ryou put his hand on Mokoba's shoulder, causing the raven haired boy to blush lightly.
'I'll handle this.' He whispered, before straightening to look Bakura in the eye. 'What do you want Bakura?'
'There are many answers to that question.' replied the older man. 'But for the moment, I'll settle for taking young Mr. Kaiba behind you.' Bakura internally chuckled as Ryou pushed the younger boy behind him, despite Mokoba's protests. "Ryou you're so predictable." He thought, taking another step straight into the white-haired man's personal space. Ryou, finally deciding to take action, grabbed Mokoba's wrist and quickly ducked past Bakura. Foreseeing this, Bakura quickly thrust his arm out, grabbing Mokoba around the waist and holding him. Quickly pulling a pistol out of Ra knows where, he pressed the muzzle to the wide eyed boy's temple.
'I wouldn't try that again Ryou.' His tone was conversational, as if he were merely talking about the weather. 'I don't think Kaiba would be too pleased if you got his brother shot.'
'Run Ryou!' Mokoba shouted, struggling. 'He works for Pegasus! Tell my brother that-' he ended off with a soft yelp as the butt of Bakura's gun connected with the back of his head.
'Finally.' Bakura tossed the unconscious body to the side of the alley as if it were an empty sack. 'His whining was beginning to annoy me.'
'Mokoba!' Forgetting the threat of the older man for the minute, Ryou ran to Mokoba's prone body. Hoisting the younger boy into his lap he paled slightly as a trickle of thick red blood ran slowly onto his hand from the back of his charge's head.
'Shimatta, Bakura.' Ryou laid Mokoba back to the ground, before straightening to glare at the other man. 'You go too far.' Bakura raised a brow at this.
'I see you've changed since I last saw you.' Without warning, Bakura darted forward, catching Ryou off guard and pinning him to the brick wall behind, Ryou gulped, audibly.
'But you know,' Bakura leaned forward, licking at Ryou's neck. 'I think I like you feisty.' Taking advantage of Ryou's shock, Bakura slammed his lips against the younger man's, forcefully deepening the kiss. Quickly re- acquainting himself with Ryou's mouth, Bakura bit down on Ryou's lower lip harshly before he became drunk on the other man's natural sweet mint flavor. Savoring the small yelp of pain from the younger man and the coppery tasting liquid flowing onto his tongue, Bakura broke the kiss and smirked down at the stunned and panting Ryou. Slipping his hand round to the back of Ryou's neck, Bakura pulled him closer once again and put his lips next to Ryou's ear.
'You've always been mine.' He whispered, before giving a certain nerve in Ryou's neck a tweak. Lowering the now unconscious Ryou to the ground, Bakura licked some of the white haired man's blood from his lips.
'Always mine.' With that he stood, walking back down the alley to where his car was parked. If he remembered correctly, he had some rope tucked away somewhere in the boot.
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Though off to a bumpy start, Pegasus' day had been improving greatly since the morning's meeting. He'd gone outside and kicked a few of his prized pink and red plastic flamingos (and now completely understood why Jou had done it), sacked a few of his servants and 'had his way' with a few of the boys he'd had his henchmen pick up off the streets. After he'd made sure they were viral free of course. Now, feeling better, he was seated in his living room, sipping champagne and watching re-runs of Oprah while having his nails filed by one of the said boys. His daytime viewing was interrupted, however, by the shrill ring of 'Ode to Joy' from his cell phone. Waving the boy away, Pegasus picked up the device and hit the green button.
'Moshi moshi?'
'Gottem.'
'Good!' cooed Pegasus, putting his glass down. 'I trust the guard gave you no trouble then?' There was a pause, then a pleased chuckle from the other end of the line.
'Nothing that wasn't handled.'
'Good. You know where to take them.'
'I trust Ryou's cell is next to my room?'
"Ryou?" Pegasus broke out into a grin. "So that's the name of Bakura's 'acquaintance' is it?" He dropped the grin to a smirk. 'As promised.' He was only answered by the dial tone. He hadn't expected anything else. Stretching back luxuriously, much like a cat in the sun, he waved the boy back, grabbing his hand and pulling him onto the older man's lap.
"Operation: Piss Seto Kaiba off, well under way."
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Ignoring the muffled whimpers from the boot of the car, Bakura was sprawled ungracefully across the back seat of his 4WD with a still unconscious Ryou half nursed in his lap. Stroking the younger man's hair lovingly he held his mobile phone in the other.
'I trust Ryou's cell is next to my room?' he didn't even notice his slip in saying Ryou's name, too intent was he in twirling a few strands of the aforementioned man's hair between his fingers.
'As promised.' With that Bakura hung up, he had more important things to deal with then that pedophilic weirdo. Moving his precious burden into an upright position, he gently pushed a few of Ryou's bangs away from his angelic face. In truth, he'd been a lot gentler with Ryou today then he had been in the past.
"Though I don't know why." He thought bitterly. "Running away like that."
After securely fastening Ryou's body to the back seat, Bakura slithered between the front seats to the driver's, flipping the key's in the ignition. Slamming the accelerator down he sent the car careering down the quite streets of Paris. He paid no attention to any of the obscenities yelled at him for his driving, when usually this would have made him chuckle. All his thoughts were on the albino strapped to the back seat.
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Seto was pacing again, much to Jou's annoyance. It was heading on six and the sky was darkening rapidly and, much to the brunettes chagrin, there was no sign of the younger Kaiba. 'Where the hell are they?' Seto shouted, the sound ricocheting off the high walls of the front hall. Jou had avoided answering this question already, not wanting to reassure the older man in case there was real reason to worry, but this time it didn't seem Seto was going to give him that option. Having been leaning against the wall, eyes half lidded, Jou was abruptly jerked out of his daze by one of Seto's hands connecting with the wall beside his head.
'Well?' Jou looked up, startled, into the angry ocean blue eyes of his current employer. 'He's on your team, where are they?'
'I don't know Kaiba-san.' Jou said, uncomfortable at the brunette's close presence. 'I've already tried his mobile, as you saw. There's really nothing we can do except wait.' He breathed a sigh of relief as Seto pushed away from the wall, emitting a low growl. Which lead the blond to wonder what other things could make the CEO growl like that.
"Whoa, Jou!" The blond cut that train of thought off quickly. "Don't even think about it. You may like guys, but Kaiba doesn't even make it to the consideration list!" he watched Seto stalk up and down the room a few more times, occasionally gracing Jou with a death glare. "And besides, this guy has an ice pick crammed -way- to far up his ass to be my type." Caught up in his inner monologue, Jou failed to notice Seto speaking until the brunette was almost yelling again.
'I hired you people to -prevent- this sort of thing happening. But no! It happens the day you -start-!' Seeing where this could lead to, Jou decided to cut in.
'Kaiba-san-'
'Don't you Kaiba-san me, Jou.' Seto raged on, pointing a quivering finger at the blond. 'I know you don't like me, I don't want you to pretend you like me. Hell! All I want is for you bunch of numbskulls to do your fucking job!'
'And you know what I'd like -you- to do?' asked Jou calmly. 'I'd like you to stop making accusations before you even know what happened! There are limits to what we can do, we're only human!' Jou hesitated a moment, feeling Seto's glare piercing him, before picking up where he left off. 'You think you're so much better then the rest of us, like some god or something, so you forget that we can make mistakes too. Nobody's perfect, not even you, and I'd like you to think about that before you go throwing about accusations more often.' Taking a shuddering breath, Jou managed a half hearted glare at the older Kaiba before moving towards the door. Pausing at the doorframe, he addressed the other man without turning.
'I shall inform Yami and Yugi of the situation so they can begin a systematic (A.N:OOH! Jou knows a big word!) in the morning. Goodnight, -Kaiba-.'
Wincing at the way Jou had stressed the lack of honorific on his name, Seto watched the blonde trudge up the stairs, shoulders hunched as if the weight of the world lay on his shoulders.
"You shouldn't have done that." His inner voice scolded him; Seto could just imagine the little angel him lecturing. "You can't blame him for something he has no control over."
'Shut up.' Blue eyes flashed dangerously as Seto growled at the damned thing most people refer to as a conscious, Seto preferred the name 'pest'. Shaking his head at the thought of actually talking to himself, the CEO slowly followed the blond up the stairs, thought now focused on having a shower and a good night's sleep. Oh, and also of a certain blonde who was in a room just down the corridor.
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It was heading on midnight when Seto once again remerged from his room, wide awake despite the late hour. That was the problem, he couldn't sleep and he had a sneaky suspicion that his conscious had something to do with it, payback for shoving it aside again like he always did. Annoying voice in his head, he never did like it.
So here he was, CEO of Kaiba corp., one of the most successful and respected businessmen in the world, wandering around the seemingly endless hallways of his mansion clad in black silk PJs and blue-eyes slippers, all because of a voice in his head. If he'd actually thought about the situation, it would have been hilarious. Before the thought occurred to him, however, he heard a soft padding of feet come from the nearby bathroom. Peaking around the corner, he was met with Jou's retreating back. The blond was still clad as earlier, obviously not having retired for the night yet though seeing Jou give a wide yawn and a stretch assured Seto that his unsuspecting bodyguard was not having the same problem as he was. He waited until the honey-eyed man had retreated to his room before emerging into that corridor and walking to the door. Cautiously, he pushed the door slightly ajar, peering inside and almost passing out from a nosebleed at the sight.
Jou had stripped down to his boxers and was currently struggling to get the shirt from his arms above his head, Seto spun away from the door and leaning against the wall, panting slightly.
"You've only known him for a day!" he reprimanded himself mentally. He sighed heavily, sinking down against the wall. "But is it -my- fault he's so gorgeous?" Closing his eyes, Seto indulged himself with the mental picture of Jou's sun-kissed body reflected in the moonlight, struggling helpless with his tee-shirt bonds. No, it definitely couldn't be his fault that he longed to walk straight in there and grab the blonde, throw him down onto the bed and ravish him until he was so sore he wouldn't be able to move from Seto's arms in the morning. Seto let out a soft moan at the tightening in his groin.
"Whoa, bad Seto!" Despite his berating, Seto risked another glance from his position on the ground. Jou was now standing by the dresser examining a variety of bottles.
"Pill bottles?" Now Seto was interested. Jou squinted at the label for a moment before tipping out two of the pills into his left hand. Swallowing them dry, Jou waited a moment before once more squinting at the label. Emptying five more tables onto his palm, Jou took a gulp from the glass on the dresser with his mouthful. The blond replaced the bottle, leaning heavily on the dresser and running his hands through his honey hair. Seto saw him tilt before Jou realized it, bolting through the door and catching the now sleeping blonde just before he hit the ground. Picking up the sleeping man bridal style, Seto placed him lightly on the bed before picking up the discarded bottle.
'Sleeping tablets? Ah, puppy.' Seto used his free hand to brush away one of Jou's bangs. 'What haunts your dreams and causes you to resort to these?' Returning the bottle to its place, Seto shot one last look at the sleeping blonde who was currently hugging a pillow.
"Cute." thought Seto, before slipping out of the room. He knew Mokoba wouldn't like it if he didn't rest at least once this week. But Seto knew that, as before, he wouldn't be sleeping.
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A.N: HI!!! *glomps all her lovely readers* Sorry about the wait people, had exams, then camp and we all know I'm lazy. I won't waste time blabbing now though. Thank you to;
- KisaandYaoiBoyKenta,
- ColeyCarissa,
- alostblackcat (this chapter should explain things a little about Bakky and Ryou)
- Ranma Higurashi
- IronandYukito (Whoa! Remind me never to let Iron near -my- chocolate milk!)
- miyu13us (Well, the idea actually came in a dream, I dreamt the end. As for what the boy's actually do, I'm not quite sure. Some sort of government agents if that helps at all.)
- Angel-soul03
- Demon Darkness (thank you for the Yu-Gi-Oh plushies! *glomps*)
Yes, I love you all! *hands out Duel Monsters cookies for everyone* Now, onto the story.
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'Speech'
"Thoughts"
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'Ryou!' The white haired man rolled his eyes, grinning, before waiting for the younger boy to catch up. Mokoba bounced over happily, before planting himself in front of his guard.
'Can we buy ice-cream?' the raven haired boy put on his best puppy dog eyes. 'Please?'
'Now I believe that would be the fifth time you've asked me.' Said Ryou, grinning. 'And five just happens to be my favorite number-' Mokoba's eyes lit up. 'So I suppose we'll have to get one won't we?'
'Yeah!' Mokoba did a victory jump, fist raised. 'Let's go!' With that he grabbed Ryou's hand, successfully dragging the brown eyed man down the street. After a few blocks Mokoba stopped for a moment to get his bearings, allowing Ryou to catch his breath before being dragged off towards a narrow alleyway.
'Mokoba?' Ryou stopped short. 'I'm not so sure that's such a good idea.'
'Sure it is!' chirped Mokoba, bouncing from one foot to the other. 'I do it all the time!'
'I don't know.' said Ryou slowly. Dark alleyways always gave him the creeps; he avoided them even during the day. It didn't make him feel the slightest bit reassured that he'd been having the feeling of being watched all afternoon. That and the thought of going through an alley were causing his mind to scream at him to continue down the sunny main street. Mokoba, however, was not to be deterred.
'C'mon, Ryou!' Ryou had no further time to hesitate as he was forcefully re- grabbed and dragged into said alleyway. The alleyway was nothing like the sort you see in the movies, there were no creates stacked up along the sides, no sinister looking narrow doors and no half dead drunks, much to Ryou's relief. It was more of a narrow laneway between buildings, empty save for a few overgrown weeds along the bases of the buildings. Or, at least, it appeared empty. Continuing to drag the white haired man along, Mokoba only stopped when they were just short of a brick wall.
'Oops.' He muttered, a tad bashfully. 'Wrong alley,'
'I really think we should take the main road, Mokoba.' begun Ryou. 'It would be a lot quicker then going down every-' he broke off abruptly as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise and a familiar feeling rush over him.
'It would be quicker would it?' a horrifyingly familiar voice drawled from behind them. 'Would it really?'
Taking a deep breath, Ryou turned around to face a man who could almost be his twin. 'Bakura.'
'Oh my.' Leaning against the wall in the shadows, Bakura smirked at his prey through his grayish bangs. 'However did you guess?'
Unlike Ryou, who was clad purely in pastels and whites, Bakura was dressed in a deep crimson shirt, the top buttons undone half way and the bottom un- tucked from his black leather pants. A black belt collar, lace up combat boots and a sliver neck chain completed the outfit. His grey hair, wilder then Ryou's though almost the same cut, hung loosely to his shoulders.
'Ryou, Ryou, Ryou.' Bakura started forward at a leisurely pace, backing Mokoba and Ryou right back into the wall. 'You really do like to get yourself into -interesting- situations.'
'Stay away from him!' Mokoba yelled, pushing in front of Ryou and glaring at the newcomer.
'Relying on children to protect you now Ryou?' asked Bakura casually, ignoring the young Kaiba's growl at being called a child. Ryou put his hand on Mokoba's shoulder, causing the raven haired boy to blush lightly.
'I'll handle this.' He whispered, before straightening to look Bakura in the eye. 'What do you want Bakura?'
'There are many answers to that question.' replied the older man. 'But for the moment, I'll settle for taking young Mr. Kaiba behind you.' Bakura internally chuckled as Ryou pushed the younger boy behind him, despite Mokoba's protests. "Ryou you're so predictable." He thought, taking another step straight into the white-haired man's personal space. Ryou, finally deciding to take action, grabbed Mokoba's wrist and quickly ducked past Bakura. Foreseeing this, Bakura quickly thrust his arm out, grabbing Mokoba around the waist and holding him. Quickly pulling a pistol out of Ra knows where, he pressed the muzzle to the wide eyed boy's temple.
'I wouldn't try that again Ryou.' His tone was conversational, as if he were merely talking about the weather. 'I don't think Kaiba would be too pleased if you got his brother shot.'
'Run Ryou!' Mokoba shouted, struggling. 'He works for Pegasus! Tell my brother that-' he ended off with a soft yelp as the butt of Bakura's gun connected with the back of his head.
'Finally.' Bakura tossed the unconscious body to the side of the alley as if it were an empty sack. 'His whining was beginning to annoy me.'
'Mokoba!' Forgetting the threat of the older man for the minute, Ryou ran to Mokoba's prone body. Hoisting the younger boy into his lap he paled slightly as a trickle of thick red blood ran slowly onto his hand from the back of his charge's head.
'Shimatta, Bakura.' Ryou laid Mokoba back to the ground, before straightening to glare at the other man. 'You go too far.' Bakura raised a brow at this.
'I see you've changed since I last saw you.' Without warning, Bakura darted forward, catching Ryou off guard and pinning him to the brick wall behind, Ryou gulped, audibly.
'But you know,' Bakura leaned forward, licking at Ryou's neck. 'I think I like you feisty.' Taking advantage of Ryou's shock, Bakura slammed his lips against the younger man's, forcefully deepening the kiss. Quickly re- acquainting himself with Ryou's mouth, Bakura bit down on Ryou's lower lip harshly before he became drunk on the other man's natural sweet mint flavor. Savoring the small yelp of pain from the younger man and the coppery tasting liquid flowing onto his tongue, Bakura broke the kiss and smirked down at the stunned and panting Ryou. Slipping his hand round to the back of Ryou's neck, Bakura pulled him closer once again and put his lips next to Ryou's ear.
'You've always been mine.' He whispered, before giving a certain nerve in Ryou's neck a tweak. Lowering the now unconscious Ryou to the ground, Bakura licked some of the white haired man's blood from his lips.
'Always mine.' With that he stood, walking back down the alley to where his car was parked. If he remembered correctly, he had some rope tucked away somewhere in the boot.
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Though off to a bumpy start, Pegasus' day had been improving greatly since the morning's meeting. He'd gone outside and kicked a few of his prized pink and red plastic flamingos (and now completely understood why Jou had done it), sacked a few of his servants and 'had his way' with a few of the boys he'd had his henchmen pick up off the streets. After he'd made sure they were viral free of course. Now, feeling better, he was seated in his living room, sipping champagne and watching re-runs of Oprah while having his nails filed by one of the said boys. His daytime viewing was interrupted, however, by the shrill ring of 'Ode to Joy' from his cell phone. Waving the boy away, Pegasus picked up the device and hit the green button.
'Moshi moshi?'
'Gottem.'
'Good!' cooed Pegasus, putting his glass down. 'I trust the guard gave you no trouble then?' There was a pause, then a pleased chuckle from the other end of the line.
'Nothing that wasn't handled.'
'Good. You know where to take them.'
'I trust Ryou's cell is next to my room?'
"Ryou?" Pegasus broke out into a grin. "So that's the name of Bakura's 'acquaintance' is it?" He dropped the grin to a smirk. 'As promised.' He was only answered by the dial tone. He hadn't expected anything else. Stretching back luxuriously, much like a cat in the sun, he waved the boy back, grabbing his hand and pulling him onto the older man's lap.
"Operation: Piss Seto Kaiba off, well under way."
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Ignoring the muffled whimpers from the boot of the car, Bakura was sprawled ungracefully across the back seat of his 4WD with a still unconscious Ryou half nursed in his lap. Stroking the younger man's hair lovingly he held his mobile phone in the other.
'I trust Ryou's cell is next to my room?' he didn't even notice his slip in saying Ryou's name, too intent was he in twirling a few strands of the aforementioned man's hair between his fingers.
'As promised.' With that Bakura hung up, he had more important things to deal with then that pedophilic weirdo. Moving his precious burden into an upright position, he gently pushed a few of Ryou's bangs away from his angelic face. In truth, he'd been a lot gentler with Ryou today then he had been in the past.
"Though I don't know why." He thought bitterly. "Running away like that."
After securely fastening Ryou's body to the back seat, Bakura slithered between the front seats to the driver's, flipping the key's in the ignition. Slamming the accelerator down he sent the car careering down the quite streets of Paris. He paid no attention to any of the obscenities yelled at him for his driving, when usually this would have made him chuckle. All his thoughts were on the albino strapped to the back seat.
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Seto was pacing again, much to Jou's annoyance. It was heading on six and the sky was darkening rapidly and, much to the brunettes chagrin, there was no sign of the younger Kaiba. 'Where the hell are they?' Seto shouted, the sound ricocheting off the high walls of the front hall. Jou had avoided answering this question already, not wanting to reassure the older man in case there was real reason to worry, but this time it didn't seem Seto was going to give him that option. Having been leaning against the wall, eyes half lidded, Jou was abruptly jerked out of his daze by one of Seto's hands connecting with the wall beside his head.
'Well?' Jou looked up, startled, into the angry ocean blue eyes of his current employer. 'He's on your team, where are they?'
'I don't know Kaiba-san.' Jou said, uncomfortable at the brunette's close presence. 'I've already tried his mobile, as you saw. There's really nothing we can do except wait.' He breathed a sigh of relief as Seto pushed away from the wall, emitting a low growl. Which lead the blond to wonder what other things could make the CEO growl like that.
"Whoa, Jou!" The blond cut that train of thought off quickly. "Don't even think about it. You may like guys, but Kaiba doesn't even make it to the consideration list!" he watched Seto stalk up and down the room a few more times, occasionally gracing Jou with a death glare. "And besides, this guy has an ice pick crammed -way- to far up his ass to be my type." Caught up in his inner monologue, Jou failed to notice Seto speaking until the brunette was almost yelling again.
'I hired you people to -prevent- this sort of thing happening. But no! It happens the day you -start-!' Seeing where this could lead to, Jou decided to cut in.
'Kaiba-san-'
'Don't you Kaiba-san me, Jou.' Seto raged on, pointing a quivering finger at the blond. 'I know you don't like me, I don't want you to pretend you like me. Hell! All I want is for you bunch of numbskulls to do your fucking job!'
'And you know what I'd like -you- to do?' asked Jou calmly. 'I'd like you to stop making accusations before you even know what happened! There are limits to what we can do, we're only human!' Jou hesitated a moment, feeling Seto's glare piercing him, before picking up where he left off. 'You think you're so much better then the rest of us, like some god or something, so you forget that we can make mistakes too. Nobody's perfect, not even you, and I'd like you to think about that before you go throwing about accusations more often.' Taking a shuddering breath, Jou managed a half hearted glare at the older Kaiba before moving towards the door. Pausing at the doorframe, he addressed the other man without turning.
'I shall inform Yami and Yugi of the situation so they can begin a systematic (A.N:OOH! Jou knows a big word!) in the morning. Goodnight, -Kaiba-.'
Wincing at the way Jou had stressed the lack of honorific on his name, Seto watched the blonde trudge up the stairs, shoulders hunched as if the weight of the world lay on his shoulders.
"You shouldn't have done that." His inner voice scolded him; Seto could just imagine the little angel him lecturing. "You can't blame him for something he has no control over."
'Shut up.' Blue eyes flashed dangerously as Seto growled at the damned thing most people refer to as a conscious, Seto preferred the name 'pest'. Shaking his head at the thought of actually talking to himself, the CEO slowly followed the blond up the stairs, thought now focused on having a shower and a good night's sleep. Oh, and also of a certain blonde who was in a room just down the corridor.
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It was heading on midnight when Seto once again remerged from his room, wide awake despite the late hour. That was the problem, he couldn't sleep and he had a sneaky suspicion that his conscious had something to do with it, payback for shoving it aside again like he always did. Annoying voice in his head, he never did like it.
So here he was, CEO of Kaiba corp., one of the most successful and respected businessmen in the world, wandering around the seemingly endless hallways of his mansion clad in black silk PJs and blue-eyes slippers, all because of a voice in his head. If he'd actually thought about the situation, it would have been hilarious. Before the thought occurred to him, however, he heard a soft padding of feet come from the nearby bathroom. Peaking around the corner, he was met with Jou's retreating back. The blond was still clad as earlier, obviously not having retired for the night yet though seeing Jou give a wide yawn and a stretch assured Seto that his unsuspecting bodyguard was not having the same problem as he was. He waited until the honey-eyed man had retreated to his room before emerging into that corridor and walking to the door. Cautiously, he pushed the door slightly ajar, peering inside and almost passing out from a nosebleed at the sight.
Jou had stripped down to his boxers and was currently struggling to get the shirt from his arms above his head, Seto spun away from the door and leaning against the wall, panting slightly.
"You've only known him for a day!" he reprimanded himself mentally. He sighed heavily, sinking down against the wall. "But is it -my- fault he's so gorgeous?" Closing his eyes, Seto indulged himself with the mental picture of Jou's sun-kissed body reflected in the moonlight, struggling helpless with his tee-shirt bonds. No, it definitely couldn't be his fault that he longed to walk straight in there and grab the blonde, throw him down onto the bed and ravish him until he was so sore he wouldn't be able to move from Seto's arms in the morning. Seto let out a soft moan at the tightening in his groin.
"Whoa, bad Seto!" Despite his berating, Seto risked another glance from his position on the ground. Jou was now standing by the dresser examining a variety of bottles.
"Pill bottles?" Now Seto was interested. Jou squinted at the label for a moment before tipping out two of the pills into his left hand. Swallowing them dry, Jou waited a moment before once more squinting at the label. Emptying five more tables onto his palm, Jou took a gulp from the glass on the dresser with his mouthful. The blond replaced the bottle, leaning heavily on the dresser and running his hands through his honey hair. Seto saw him tilt before Jou realized it, bolting through the door and catching the now sleeping blonde just before he hit the ground. Picking up the sleeping man bridal style, Seto placed him lightly on the bed before picking up the discarded bottle.
'Sleeping tablets? Ah, puppy.' Seto used his free hand to brush away one of Jou's bangs. 'What haunts your dreams and causes you to resort to these?' Returning the bottle to its place, Seto shot one last look at the sleeping blonde who was currently hugging a pillow.
"Cute." thought Seto, before slipping out of the room. He knew Mokoba wouldn't like it if he didn't rest at least once this week. But Seto knew that, as before, he wouldn't be sleeping.
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