Hello all! This was originally going to be the second last chapter 5/6 obviously BUT because I am a lazy sod and the computer's been a son of a donkey blah blah blah it is now 5 of 7 cause I'm cutting this chapter in half - you guys get a cliffie! Aren't I just grand. However it has been proofread - ANY mistakes must be directed at my sister Sarah! She loves you all too. She's a Harry Potter fan - she's turned away from the light. But I love her stillsies.
On we go! (I do not own: Disclamer)(I don't even own my own car)(My car broke down - sorta - It wouldn't start (My mum says - it's her old car - that the steering wheel gets stuck but IT WOULDN'T START sob!)
Chapter Five:
Jou ran the street leading to Kaiba's still chuckling about Ryou. His British friend wasn't the first guy he knew to run around in women's clothing. Back in his first gang he'd been on his first "solo mission". He could still remember the screams and blood – still had nightmares – but he'd survived it 'cause of Stephen. Stephen had been assigned to go with him. Sort of his backup. He remembered stopping in an alley just like the one he'd found Ryou in. He'd been trying not to throw up, the knife burning in his hand. Stephen had come up to him and guided him to sit. He then proceeded to talk for hours about mindless things, philosophical, logical, science theories, his family. Everything. Then he mentioned his little habit for wearing women's clothing. It'd been the first Jou had laughed – even though it was more a harsh sob rather than a happy laugh – in a long time.
Keying in his code at the gate Jou trudged up to the front door. His boyfriend really needed to get a shorter driveway. Glancing quickly at his watch Jou cursed. He'd been gone almost an hour. At least Seto might have cooled down by now. If he was really lucky the billionaire may even be asleep. Toeing off his shoes he headed toward the kitchen.
Ten minutes later (I'm in a mood: deal with it!)
Pushing open the door with his shoulder Jou peeked in to see Seto quietly watching television – stock reports what else? Shaking his head slightly at his boyfriend's single-mindedness, Jou rebalanced the tray he was carrying and walked into the room.
"And how is sleeping beauty doing?"
Seto merely scowled at him before returning his gaze to the TV.
"Oh, you're in a better mood I see." Jou placed the tray on the table next to Seto's bed and rested a hand against his forehead. Brushing his hand through the dark brown strands he was relieved that Seto's temperature hadn't gone up even if it hadn't gone down. Surely that was good? Right?
"Now I bought you some medicine and a very interesting bedside story."
"I will ruin you." Seto's voice was still hoarse but the enforced bed rest had made him more comfortable. Not that he'd ever mention that to Katsuya or anything.
"Fine if you're going to be like that then I won't tell you about Ryou's interesting little hobby that I discovered single-handedly defending him from three very fearsome hoodlums." Jou began in a fake posh voice. Losing the façade he reached for the panadol and a glass of water. "One of whom was my previous ex-best friend and beloved brother Honda. Who now after me punching him a couple of times knows that I'm gay."
Jou shoved the panadol into Seto's mouth and forced him to drink the water ignoring the disgruntled look and attempted bite. The previous hour just kept running through his head. Breathing quickly he tried to keep control of his anger. That's what he was supposed to do. Be grown up – in control. No matter how much he wanted to scream like a baby and hide in the closet.
"By the way I borrowed your wallet. I'm outta cash for the moment. I'll pay you back tomorrow." Jou returned the glass to the table not noticing Seto's tightened posture.
"I see."
"You see what?" Jou asked, lifting a hand to Seto's hair. He was surprised when Seto grasped his hand in a crushing grip.
"Ow, Seto what the hell? That hurts!"
"Good. Hurt them before they hurt you – it's what I was taught best after all."
Jou stared at his boyfriend in disbelief.
"What the fuck are you on?"
"I see it now. I can't believe I let myself believe – you're only here for my money after all."
Jou's eyes immediately flashed as he drew himself up.
"You bastard."
Seto let out a humourless chuckle as he threw Jou from him. He was weakened in his ill state but still strong enough to send Jou tumbling to the floor."
"You were better than the others. You sure as hell lasted longer."
Jou continued to stare at him from the floor.
"I borrow a couple of bucks for panadol which I've already promised to payback and suddenly I'm a gold digger?"
Seto merely glared at him, his eyes flat and icy. The same ice they'd held before Yami had banished the evil inside of him.
Carefully Jou climbed to his feet, his face blank.
"I don't care if you're sick Seto, that goes too far. When you're better and not such an asshole, you know how to find me."
Quietly and quickly Jou left the room. Seto merely stared after him. So he was right. The instant he'd been found out Katsuya had left. But somehow Seto couldn't shake the feeling that he'd done the very worst thing he could. Especially since he knew he'd been wrong. It was never easy for Kaiba's to admit to being wrong.
Jou refused to let the tears fall as he walked through the depressing halls of Kaiba Manor. He'd been crying far too much lately. Now he just needed to get away from Seto, away from everyone and work out his anger against the world. And he'd see. He'd finally see if Seto was as invested in this relationship as he was. Jou ignored Mokuba's cheerful call as he passed the living room. He ignored the boy's questions as he followed him to the door and he just left. As soon as the door was closed behind him he began to run.
Mokuba stared at the c door in confusion. Jou never ignored him. In fact, Jou never left here looking as though he were going to cry. Arrived certainly, particularly because of Honda, but never left. Mokuba had known about the two's affair longer than he'd let on to his brother. He'd wanted solid evidence before confronting Seto just in case his niisama was prepared to lie. The thirteen year olds eyes narrowed. Seto. Climbing the stairs two at a time Mokuba barged into Seto's room causing his brother to start in surprise and hidden hope that quickly died when he saw it wasn't Katsuya.
"You," began Mokuba softly, "are – the – biggest idiot – on the face – of the – PLANET!"
Leaving in a spectacular fashion similar to his arrival Mokuba headed for the nearest phone. He had some calls to make to some very creative ancient Egyptians. Maybe now his brother would get the wake up call that would actually wake him up!
Short I know - like above it's cut in half! However I will endeavour to get the rest out asap - I just got to steal a computer that lets me type (I'm at UNI library) Seriously you have to stalk people. I sit behind them and stare at the back of their heads until they get scared and leave!
I want to shout out to all my lovely reviewers - y'all so supportive. Plus I would like to ask for CC. I won't flame or complain but I really want to know if my writing is LAME (I can rhyme!)
THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT!
