FLIPPEDDEPPILF
Yuugioh does not belong to me. The Brothers Karamazov does not belong to me.
Thank you all those that have reviewed so far. It is really, really hot this morning. I don't feel like writing more.
"We're home, Mokuba-kun!" Katsuya's voice echoes in the huge house, and Seto instinctively winces at the sound. He usually hears this sound right before Mokuba pounces on him.
"About time," Mokuba steps out of his room and looks down at the two of them acutely. "Did you guys get into a fight?" Seto glances at Katsuya. They aren't making it that obvious, are they?
"No, Mokuba-kun. We're both fine." Katsuya begins walking up the stairs to meet Mokuba, and Mokuba nods his head towards his room. "I've found something interesting, actually . . . " He gives Seto a look that he doesn't want to take the time and read before leading Katsuya into said room.
So I'm the bad guy, then, Seto thinks angrily as he slams his bag down on the ground. Forget Katsuya. He decides he doesn't care what Mokuba found, and if it's truly important, he can show Seto later.
He goes into the kitchen and slips his hand into the marmalade jar where he keeps a bit of loose change for occasions such as this. He slides out about 2000 yen, and walks out of the house.
Katsuya's life isn't as easy as he had thought it would be. Sure, his cell phone hasn't made a peep all day, but he's still worried about his company. He's still Kaiba Seto, after all. Still, ice cream and a lollipop will no doubt cheer him up immensely.
"Katsuya-kun, konnichiwa," the tall woman at the counter grunts as he sits down on one of the numerous stools next to the counter.
"Konnichiwa," Seto replies brusquely, slamming his money down. "Give me a lollipop and ice cream."
She pauses, and frowns, as if she doesn't much like his attitude. Like Seto cares. He wants ice cream and he wants it now. "How much ice cream and what—"
"A lot! I don't care what kind, just load my cone with ice cream!" He slumps down on the counters and listens to the woman lift the money up and walk off to get him his treats. His eyes flutter shut, and he thinks back on the day he'd first gotten hooked on ice cream.
Of course it's a Katsuya-related memory. Stupid ice cream addict. It was all his fault, in the end. Every fault Seto has is practically Katsuya's fault. Either that or Katsuya has been the first one to point out it's a fault and not an asset. It had been a approximately a month into their relation when Katsuya had asked Seto to lend him money to go get ice cream.
Seto had been beginning to get tired of Katsuya's constant need for money (this was before Seto had grown accustomed to it, obviously). He grudgingly agreed to give him some, and so the two of them went down to this very ice cream parlor. And so Katsuya had convinced him—with little nibbles on the ear more than with words—to buy some ice cream him. And so Seto had conceded.
He had more likely than not spent more than fifty thousand yen on ice cream since then. If Seto went bankrupt, that would be Katsuya's fault too.
"Here you go, Katsuya-kun," the woman says darkly, and hands him the biggest cone he's ever seen, and the ice cream—of all shapes and colors, Seto is glad to note—is spilling over the sides. He grabs it out of her hands greedily, and sticks out his tongue to begin his task of lapping it all up.
"So, Katsuya-kun, what's up with the attitude? Did you get into a fight with your boyfriend?" Another employee has approached him. Damn Katsuya and his outgoing attitude that, in turn, wins him so many friends. How inconsiderate of him. Now Seto has to put with them.
"Yes. He went after me with a chainsaw," he replies truthfully.
"What?" She screeches, and he goes to cover his ears, instead smudging his cheek with ice cream. Damn it. "No way. I mean, you told me Seto-sama could be a little dramatic, but you never mentioned violent . . . well, at least not that way . . . " What! Katsuya has been discussing their bedtime activities! Seto will get him for this!
"Well, the real trouble began when I cut his hand off with a knife." This is more fun that he would ever have thought it could be. Tee hee.
"Now I know you're shitting with me, Katsuya-kun. You prick," she says as she begins clearing the counter with a damp rag. "There's no way you'd cut off those precious hands. Not the way you've described them!" She laughs.
Now he's curious about what exactly Katsuya has been saying about his hands.
"Um, I've got temporary amnesia. Can you describe in detail, exactly what I've told you about Seto-chan's hands?" He leans over the counter without realizing it, licking his ice cream languidly.
She smirks up at him. "You pervert, Katsuya-kun! Go ask your boyfriend for sex instead."
"Please?" Seto doesn't even make an attempt at puppy-dog eyes. He knows he will fail miserably.
"You know very well what you've said! But you've bought so much ice cream that I'll grant you a favor." She pauses in her cleaning to lean over the counter until there's about four inches between their faces. Seto hopes she won't try and kiss him. "You've told me that when those hands are on you, you melt into a little mutt puddle, and Seto-sama laps you right up. I don't know if that's a metaphor for something naughty, or for something cute. And then there are the times you go on about how good it feels when—"
Okay. Katsuya is now officially forbidden from speaking about their sex lives to his friends. "Okay, I think I've got it." A blush is spreading up his neck. Damn, damn, damn, Katsuya's body blushes so easily.
She cackles insanely, and returns to her chores. "Well, you asked . . . "
They talk sparingly as Seto continues to eat his humongous ice cream cone. When he's done and has been handed his lollipop, he gets up to leave. "Well, goodbye, then."
"What, no kiss for me, Katsuya-kun." Kiss! What . . . Seto spins around and gives her a suspicious look. She raises an eyebrow and swats him with her rag. "I was kidding, Katsuya-kun. God, what's wrong with you today? I'm a lesbian, baka!"
He inwardly sighs with relief. He had wondered for a moment about Katsuya's taste in lovers.
"'Bye," he throws back at the girl as he gets up to leave. She flips him the bird over her shoulder in response. The little Seto that lives in his head screams and holds his head in frustration. He's going to lock Katsuya in his basement and never, ever let him out! Not even the kidnappers will be able to get him from down there!
Seto laughs manically as he walks away.
"Where the hell is Seto-chan?" Katsuya is pacing back and fro, a deep frown on his face. He stops momentarily, to see if he's made a indentation on the wooden floor yet. He hasn't.
Back.
And fro.
Back.
And fro.
Back.
Thud.
"What did you do that for!" Katsuya screams at the kid on the couch, rubbing his injured head with his hand. He glances down at the book from the shelf that is now on the floor. The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky, it reads. Katsuya grimances. Seto must like that boring Russian bastard.
"You know as well as I do that my onii-sama can take care of himself," Mokuba replies lazily, leaning back against the couch. Mokuba wonders fleetingly if there's anymore of that soy cherry chocolate ice cream in the fridge. Glancing at Katsuya for a second, he deduces that, no, there probably isn't.
"Well, I suppose. Hey, did I tell you about the excuse Seto-chan made up for us being late?" Katsuya leans forward, a grin spreading across his face just remembering the horrible lie Seto had told that morning.
Mokuba finds himself mirroring Katsuya's expression. "I don't think my onii-sama has ever had to tell an excuse in his life. How'd he do?"
"Horrible."
They both laugh. "So, what'd he say?" Mokuba finally asks, idly twirling a bit of hair around his index finger.
"He said . . . he was mauled by a bear." He laughs at Mokuba's unbelieving expression. "No lie." For a second Mokuba resembles a fish out of water, and Katsuya is about to ask him if he needs some water when Mokuba falls off the couch. Oh shit, Katsuya thinks.
Did I kill him? Mokuba's crying on the ground—from pain?—and Katsuya rushes over, asking in a trembling voice if he's alright. A soft, choked sound escapes from Mokuba's lips and Katsuya screams. He did kill him!
He's up and running out of the room before he can really think anything out. He just knows he needs a phone—now! An ambulance, as fast as possible! When Seto finds out, there's going to be hell to pay.
Unfortunately for Katsuya, he slams right into Seto almost as soon as he steps out the door. "Mokuba-kun's dying!" He cries, nearly delirious with worry and guilt.
"What!" Seto yells, rushing past Katsuya—who's still on the ground from crashing into Seto. He just stares at Seto, waiting for the inevitable cry of pain that Seto will let out . . . any moment now—
"Katsuya-chan, you idiot!" Katsuya—still on the ground . . . maybe if he doesn't get up it'll all go away—crawls into the room, and peeks past the side of the couch shyly. He sees a huge grin on Mokuba's face as he . . . laughs?
He's laughing!
"I'm going to kill you, Mokuba-kun!" Katsuya lets out a battle cry worthy of any hairy Norse warrior and prepares to launch himself onto the younger boy—although he would have liked an ax, he can torture the perverted boy ax-less.
Mokuba jumps up, a foolish grin still glued on his face—I'll wipe that grin off for him, Katsuya thinks viciously—and runs to the other side of the couch. "That won't stop me!" Katsuya cries and jumps over the couch, his hands outstretched to—
"Katsuya-chan, Mokuba-nii, stop it, now." Katsuya finds it oddly disturbing to find his own voice being so . . . demanding. He kind of likes it. Maybe . . . he glances at Mokuba wearily. No. He's not going to give Mokuba any ammo. If Katsuya and Seto can switch bodies, who knows? Maybe Mokuba can read minds.
Mokuba giggles—in a very unmanly manner, Katsuya notes condescendingly—and leans over the couch, as if teasing Katsuya with the possibility of being able to strangle him. But he can't, and Mokuba knows this. Damn it. Why is Mokuba so clever? Katsuya crosses his itching arms over each other instead of sending them towards Mokuba's neck.
"So, what exactly was it you found, Mokuba-nii?" Seto asks exasperatingly.
Mokuba's grin slides off his face, and his expression turns serious. "Well, first off, there are plenty of—"
"If you had been here to begin with, Seto-chan, you would have heard all this technical crap already," Katsuya interrupts immaturely, pouting slightly. Seto glares at him, but Katsuya ignores that.
Mokuba rolls his eyes when he's sure Katsuya's done whining, and continues. "As I was saying, there are plenty of cultures that have myths about body switching, or soul exchange as you might want to call it." Seto nods to show he's listening, and slips his lollipop out of his back pocket. The wrapper crinkles lightly as it is pulled off, and Katsuya looks up at the noise. "So it'll be difficult to find anything useful until—"
"Hey!" Katsuya cries, jumping up and pointing at Seto accusingly. Seto blinks—surprised—in response.
"Wha—get your finger out of my face!" Seto says, slapping it.
"Where did you get that lollipop?" Katsuya growls, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he looks over the lollipop in Seto's hand. Lollipop. LOLLIPOP.
Seto sticks out his tongue at the accusing boy—Mokuba wonders if Seto has been in Katsuya's body a little too long—and clutches his lollipop all the tighter. "What's it matter to you? It's mine."
"Why didn't you get me one?" Katsuya whines, sitting back down with a plop and a pout. Why is life so hard on him? His rich lover refuses to even buy him a lollipop. How sad. And so he sulks.
Seto ignores him, and this annoys Katsuya all the more. Mokuba starts up again with the blah blah blah about blah blah blah. Who really gives a shit? He wants a damn lollipop, that's what he wants! More sulking is in order!
"Katsuya-kun, listen to me damn it!" He finally realizes that Mokuba is yelling at him, and apparently has been for some time, since he's quite out of breath. Good. He's related to that miser, so he deserves it.
"Whaaaaaat?" Katsuya replies lazily.
"Did you see anything odd yesterday? A weird drawing in one of your notebooks, something stuck on you, a peculiar bruise, anything?" Katsuya puts his hand under his chin thoughtfully and ponders for a moment. Hey, he thinks suddenly, isn't this the pose that guy in that sculpture takes? The Thinker. Maybe someone will sculpt him! They can call it . . . hmmm . . . Katsuya Thinking.
"Do you think I would make a good sculpture?" Katsuya says out loud, looking up at Seto hopefully. Instead of concurring words, he gets something thrown at his head . . . again. Damn it, no one in his house appreciates him!
"You're supposed to be thinking about odd things you saw yesterday, mutt!" Seto says, and glares at him.
Katsuya glares at the lollipop in his mouth. Hey, if he kisses him, will he taste the lollipop?
Out, thoughts, away with ye!
Would it be weird to fuck myself, he wonders as he stares at his own golden hair, and brown eyes.
Away thoughts, away, damn it!
"Well, I did see these cool bead things in my neighbor's apartment. God, which reminds me, my father is such a lazy bum! He asks me to get sugar, even though he's not busy with anything! Can you belie—"
"Just shut up, Katsuya-kun. Shut. Up." Mokuba sighs, and massages his temples. Katsuya's expression deflates and he leans back against the couch. No appreciation. Zip. Zero. Nada. "What did the beads look like?"
"Well, the design was black and painted all over. They were swirly, and fun to look at, I guess." Katsuya just wants to go home, and lay on his bed, staring out of the window. Or he would even like lying on Seto's front yard, staring up at the clouds that a passing by gently. He's so immersed in his thoughts he doesn't even notice Seto come over and sit next to him. Well, at least not until Seto reaches over and pulls Katsuya into a one-armed embrace.
Katsuya is shocked. Seto? Showing open acts of endearment? Katsuya decides to take advantage of this moment, and snuggles closer to Seto. It's a bit of a tight fit, since now Katsuya is bigger than Seto, but he doesn't mind. It feels . . . nice.
It seems Mokuba is still talking. Damn, how annoying. Blah blah blah. Bla—oooh, is Seto playing with his hair? Katsuya leans into the touch, smiling gently.
"You guys aren't even listening!" Mokuba cries in frustration and throws a book—heavy, heavy books, damn it—at each of them, then exits the room, still fuming. Seto moves to get up and follow him, as a good brother should.
But Katsuya has other things on his mind, none of which include Mokuba. If they did, Katsuya would not able to easily imbed himself into polite society. He pulls Seto down towards him, and purrs gently against his ear, "Now, how about that kiss you've been waiting for."
Mokuba puts on his headphones and curses Katsuya and his older brother.
Damn, this is nearly the point I'm at. I need to write more by next week. I also need this plot to advance. Sorry, it will move on next chapter.