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My Eyes Were OpenThe nightmare began with a knock on our door.
Only I wasn't asleep.
For the first time in almost six months I had a Saturday off. We decided to have a light lunch and head out for a walk in the mild, early fall air. Atem had already made our salad and I was grilling the fish when someone knocks.
"Yoshi, can you get that," I call to him. He'd gone to the bedroom to grab a sweater for our walk later.
Atem opens the door with a polite, "Yes, may I help you?"
"Are you Atem Yoshida?" I hear an official sounding voice ask. Moving the fish off the grill, I step up behind him.
"Why?" I scowl.
"This doesn't concern you sir. Please step back," the first of the three men states. That makes me step in front of Atem instead.
"Who are you? And what do you want with him?" I glare.
They flip badges at me. The first man is local law enforcement. The other two are from Hokkaido. What the hell…?
"This is official police business, sir. Please step away or we will have to arrest you for obstruction."
"It's okay, Seto," Yoshi inserts, touching my back lightly and slipping on his shoes.
"It's not okay," I frown.
"I'm sure it's a mistake. Besides, you have enough money to bail me out and own enough high-powered lawyers to get me off, so don't worry so much."
I turn to him and we lock eyes momentarily.
"Fine," I mumble, allowing him to step forward. The instant he does, the local guy pulls out a pair of cuffs.
"Atem Yoshida, you're under arrest for the murder of Meiko Kaiba," he begins pulling his arms behind his back and clamping the cuffs on his wrists.
"WHAT?" I scream at him, pulling Atem from his grasp. "What the fuck are you talking about! He had nothing to do with that!"
The other two grab me and Yoshi looks at me fearfully as the officer continues to read him his rights.
"S-Seto," he stutters, trying to look at me again, as he's lead away.
"Where are you taking him?" I snarl to the two holding me.
"Fifth District tonight," the younger responds as they let me go, "an then to Third District in Hakodate and then to court for arraignment the next morning."
"It's been over a year. Why are you here now?"
"We have a witness."
"They're lying."
"That's not our call."
They head to the elevator.
I close the apartment door behind me and force myself calm. A witness, my ass. There's no way any witness says he saw Yoshi there. Centering my thoughts, I put on my shoes, grab my black trench, my cell and my laptop and head out. I'll call the lawyer on the way to the precinct.
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"How the hell can they not give him bail!" I yell at the lawyer as we sit in a nearby coffee house. "He's never even had a jaywalking ticket!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Kaiba," that incompetent ass apologizes. "The judge ruled no bail."
"Shit! Get the hell away from me! You're fired!"
"Yes, Mr. Kaiba," he bows, wisely walking quickly away.
This is unbelievable! How could they even think Yoshi had anything to do with mom's death? Whoever that witness is made a huge mistake.
I smirk to myself and head back into the courthouse. No bail, huh? We'll just see about that.
Three hours, hundreds of thousands of yen and some well-placed threats later Yoshi follows me back to the hotel I'm staying in for the duration. Whether it's for the clearing up of this crap, or a trial, I don't care. I will be here until it's done.
And my father can go fuck himself.
I can't believe that bastard actually called to see why I wasn't at work this morning! If I find out he had anything to do with this…
My rage dissipates instantly when I see my Yoshi curled up on the couch. He's terrified!
"Yoshi," I whisper, pulling him into my arms. I feel him relax instantly, though he's still very tense.
"You know I had nothing to with your mom's death, don't you?" he pleads.
"Of course you didn't!"
He sighs against me, wrapping his arms around my back.
"I'm scared, Seto."
"Don't be. This is all a mistake. The witness is lying or just wrong. We'll be back home in no time."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
We spend most of that evening on the couch.
The next few days, I work on finding Atem another lawyer, getting a local man recommended by Uncle Harry, Mr. Sasaki. Atem is very comfortable with him, which makes me comfortable with him. He assures us that heshould be able to get thecharges dismissed based on the witnesses statement alone.
"She says she saw Atem clearly," he begins as we discuss things over dinner in the hotel room, "but says she was standing on the other side of the park, at night, with no lights over the space where your mother stood! I'm surprised the prosecutor even took this case with such "evidence".
"Once I get her statement thrown out, that will kill their entire case. You have nothing to worry about."
"What's the witnesses' name," I query. Something about this whole thing is still striking me wrong.
Sasaki flips through various papers.
"Her name is Narita."
I narrow my eyes.
"Mariko Narita?"
"Yes. How do you know that?"
I stand, attempting to quash my anger as I walk to the window overlooking the city.
"Seto…" Yoshi ventures as he steps behind me and touches my back lightly.
"That bastard," I grind out, clenching my fists, trying to get myself under control enough to explain to them what's going on.
"Mr. Kaiba, do you know this witness?"
"Yes," I respond quietly. "She's my father's girlfriend."
Yoshi gasps behind me, obviously understanding the implications.
"Well. That puts a new spin on things," Sasaki intones. "Either this can be taken as a vicious attempt to hurt you or a quite sincere statement because your father wouldn't want to hurt you."
"Trust me," I scoff, "He'd definitely want to hurt me."
"But we can't prove that," he retorts.
"No," I mumble, pulling my lightly trembling Yoshi from behind me and into my arms.
A few moments later, Sasaki excuses himself, promising to get back to us in the morning after he's "checked into this a little more".
I nod to him, not moving from the window and holding my Yoshi even tighter.
That night's lovemaking is frenzied and desperate, Yoshi breaking into tears at its end. I hold and soothe him as best as I can.
The news from Sasaki the next day is far from what we expected.
Not only won't the prosecutor drop the case in light of the witnesses' questionable statement, but also the new judge on the case wants Yoshi back in custody by the end of the week. The judge I paid off had a stroke and had to recuse himself from all of his open cases.
Atem nearly loses it when Sasaki tells us everything.
"So what does this mean," he whispers, eyes lowered as I clutch at his hand.
"Unfortunately, it means we're going to trial and that you'll have to stay in jail until your court date. You've got three days of freedom left. The judge wanted you back today, but I negotiated you turning yourself in on Saturday by 4pm instead."
"Saturday," he repeats sadly. I can't speak. Too numb with shock and denial.
"Mr. Kaiba, do you have any questions?"
I look up from our clutched hands momentarily then close my eyes as I shake my head.
"I'll be back again tomorrow and we can start working on a trial strategy then," he affirms, standing quickly and letting himself out.
"I'm sorry, Yoshi," I murmur several minutes later.
"It's not your fault."
"Then whose fault is it?"
"I won't allow you to take the blame for this, Seto."
I pull my hand away and stand.
"It's my father who's doing this to you, Yoshi! How can I blame anyone else!" I yell.
"Then blame your father!" he yells back, for once, his fury nearly matching mine. "If there's anyone to blame, it would be him! Blame that sick bastard and his insane need to hurt and torture you simply because you exist! I hate him, Seto. I hate him!"
My fury abates. I've never seen him like this before. It disturbs me greatly to see him so upset.
"Yoshi…" I reach for him and he throws himself into my arms.
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Thursday night. Just two more days before he'll be away from me for who knows how long. I hold him close to me, nuzzling my face in his hair. He's slept fitfully the last two nights. I've barely slept at all.
"Mmm, Seto," he mumbles snuggling further into my arms.
"Sorry, Yoshi. I didn't mean to wake you."
He surprises me with a nip at my nipple.
"You know I can't get enough of you, koi," I feel him grin against my chest as his fingers wrap around my shaft.
I chuckle into his hair, and then tilt his face to mine for a light kiss.
In moments we're both fully aroused and groping and kissing with wild abandon. I roll underneath him and locate the lube in the drawer of the nightstand. I hand it to Yoshi, spreading my legs for him like I normally do. But his fingers don't come.
"Yoshi?"
"I-I want you inside me, Seto," he whispers into my neck.
"You…But why?"
"Please, koi. I need you inside me. I need to be claimed by you."
I'm nervous. We've never…I don't want to hurt him.
"I don't want to hurt you, Yoshi."
"You won't. Please, Seto. I want you. I need you."
I roll him onto his back, sliding down between his legs before taking the lube and coating my fingers. It's not that I haven't thought about this, I just enjoy having him inside me so much, I never wanted to give that up.
I nip at the inside of one thigh, one of his most sensitive points, as I tease his entrance. He moans at my touch. I easily slide one finger in, distracting him from the action by taking his hardness into my mouth.
Within a few minutes, he's writhing and bucking beneath me as I pump three fingers in and out of him, keeping him on the edge with my mouth and tongue on his arousal.
"Ready, Yoshi," I finally pant when I think he's had enough.
A nod from his quivering form is all I receive.
Coating my length, I slide in slowly, watching my Yoshi's face for any sign of discomfort. All I see is his head thrown back, lips parted in ecstasy.
"Seto," he moans, once I'm fully inside.
It's so tight inside him. And it feels so good!
I don't remember when I start moving or even how we got to our current pace. I just remember feeling his legs wrapped around, biting into his shoulder and slamming into him mercilessly along withthe creaking of the bed and his moans and pleadings for me not to stop.
"Gods, Yoshi!" I cry out, feeling myself getting closer. I've started just moving in a circle, further smearing his cum between us. After a hard thrust a few moments ago, he released, crying out my name.
Resuming my thrusting, I fill him within moments, panting his name over and over into his shoulder before collapsing beside him.
"Wow," is all I can manage a few minutes later.
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Saturday. Our last few hours together for a while.
Yoshi is calm, collected.
I'm ready to kill everyone in sight.
My father called again last night, demanding that I come back to work Monday. I told him to go fuck himself and that I'd be back when I felt like it. But it still made me so furious I couldn't see straight. Even after Yoshi successfully calmed me down with a round of incredible lovemaking, I'm still angry.
Thursday night proved to be my first and last time as seme for the near future. I need the submission to Yoshi to keep me sane right now.
"I love you," I whisper against his lips, kissing him one last time before they lead him away.
He smiles that incredible smile of his at me.
"I'll see you soon, koi," he calls.