Chapter Five: Firefly
Trembling fingers traced over the flesh with ginger and care. The lust that burned deep in Honda's body caused him to continue in exploring his lover; no matter how shy he was. He watched his fingertips brushing against the other's lips. He felt the moist, heated breath coming out in shallow puffs. A shiver went down from his kissed neck down to the hand placed on his lower back.
He whispered Honda's name in an almost silent tone.
Honda's eyes slipped close and he whispered, "Seto…"
"Good morning Domino! It's Six AM. Do you know where your coffee is? Come on down to…"
Honda's eyes snapped open as the radio from his alarm blared. With a groan he rolled over, shutting it off. It was only a dream. Honda sighed, closing his eyes again quickly. Maybe there was still a trace of his dream left underneath his eyelids. He got absolutely nothing. Fuck. He cursed, but sat up in his bed anyways.
"Hiroto," his mother said, knocking on his door, "are you awake?"
"Yea, Mom." He said with his voice a little hoarse from sleep, "Did you want me to do chores or something?"
The woman opened the door, seeing her son sit shirtless in his bed. Her eyebrows went up, "Hiroto, you don't look so well. Have you been eating properly?"
Honda looked down at himself. He had gotten thinner and I guess those really were his ribs trying to poke out of his body. He shrugged at his mother and replied, "Yea, I guess. I think I'm just growing up instead of out." He smiled warmly.
His mother let out a happy chuckle, "Oh you." She leaned over and kissed his forehead, "Well, you need to get up! Don't you have at eight today?"
"I almost forgot." Honda crawled out of bed and grabbed his work clothes from the chair he had set them on and smiled at his mom, "No need to worry, Mom. I got it all under control." He left her his room and walked off to the shower.
No… no I really don't.
Honda closed and locked the bathroom door, seeing himself in the mirror once more. He scowled, just noticing how thin he had really gotten. He shook his head, "No, I'm eating…I'm perfectly fine." He suddenly laughed a little, removing the boxers he had slept in, "'Perfectly fine'… how so?" he turned on the water and stepped in, letting the warmth cover his cold form.
It's been a week since the night at Otogi's and Honda had cut himself completely off from his other friends. Luckily, Christmas break had started during that week and Honda's been able to use work as his excuse. Even Jou had called yesterday asking if he had done something stupid to make Honda ignore him. Honda had put on a smile, laughing at his blonde buddy that he was just worrying too much.
"Just where do you work, anyways?" Jou had been curious, asking the one thing nobody else had seemed to.
Honda shrugged, even though Jou couldn't see it over the phone, "Just a delivery boy. Nothing important." And with that, he said good-bye and hung up.
Otogi, apparently, had yet to say a word. If he had, Honda doubted he would have heard from Jou so lightly. For some reason, Honda thought a little bit better of Otogi for not blabbing. I mean, it takes some serious self control and serious respect for the other person to not run your mouth off to such a huge secret.
I wonder if he really does like me. Honda mused, shutting off the shower water. He dried himself off and dressed. He refused to look into the mirror as he brushed his teeth and he assumed his hair looked fine. Fixing a button on his white dress shirt, he left the bathroom, ready to go to work.
Honda had a fairly simple "uniform". It was a white dress shirt, short sleeve or long, with black slacks. He liked it, feeling that he wasn't expected to be a stuffy businessman but he still blended with the scene.
He said goodbye to his mom and headed out the door, a jacket and scarf clinging to his body. December weather was frigid, but everyone was curious as to when it would finally snow. Honda shrugged when people would ask him, "I don't really like snow." He would say and the topic would immediately change.
It took twenty minutes for Honda to walk into the Kaiba Corp building with his cheeks wind burnt and his nose numb. He walked past the blonde secretary that called him a 'deadbeat' and went down the hallway to the mailroom. He passed a couple of his coworkers and waved, being polite as always. He hung up his jacket and scarf in his little locker and went off to his station.
"Delivery for Amou S. floor 24." Someone said, tossing Honda the box. He also gave three envelopes and two more boxes to him to add to his little cart.
There were negative comments coming from behind him. Honda turned around to see a girl his age with a rather large box. She was addressing a little group of workers with distress in her voice, "I'm sorry. Something came up at home and I have to leave for a while. Can someone please deliver this to the top floor for me?"
"No way."
"No chance"
"I got my own crap to do."
"The top floor?" Honda's eyebrows rose. Visions of his blue eyed hunk came to mind. He stepped out, holding his hands out for the box, "I'll do it."
The girl beamed, "Thank you so much! It has to go there right away." She gave him the package and bowed, "Thank you!" she said and hurried off.
Honda smiled, adding the box to his cart. He hurried up the elevator and came out on the top floor of Kaiba Corp; the number Honda didn't know. It was just a massive hallway, ending with a desk and two double doors with a 'K' on them. He took a deep breathe, leaving his cart near the elevator and just taking the box up to the secretary behind the desk, "Umm hi." He said shyly, a little nervous about the owner to the 'K' coming out of his office at any time.
The secretary looked up at him with large rimmed glasses, "How may I help you?" she offered him a small smile.
He smiled back, clearing his throat, "I have this to deliver to Mr. Kaiba." He showed her the box.
The girl beamed, "Oh good! He was expecting a package today. I can take that for you."
Honda's heart sank a little. He had expected to go see the CEO himself. He nodded and handed the box to the girl with a sad smile, "Thanks."
"Hotaru." Honda's almost melted as he heard the smooth voice of his desire.
The secretary jumped a little as the intercom went off. She pressed the red button and said politely, "Yes Mr. Kaiba?"
"Did that package come for me yet?" he sounded blunt and somewhat tired.
The secretary, Hotaru, nodded, "Yes, Sir. The boy is delivering it right now."
"Good. You can just have him bring it in." he said and the intercom shut off.
Honda's heart did back flips while his stomach jumped into his throat. He was going to see Seto Kaiba? All alone? In his office?
Hotaru fixed her glasses, smiling at the boy in front of her, "I guess you can go on in." Honda nodded, a little too stunned to speak. He walked past her and put his hand on the door handle. He quickly drew back, as if the handle was on fire.
Oh no! Kaiba's going to figure out I'm just a stupid delivery boy! How embarrassing! Honda panicked, biting his lip. What was he going to do?
"Is there something wrong, Sir?"
Honda looked back at Hotaru and shook his head. Damnit, this was his job. He took a deep breath and opened the door, carefully stepping inside.
The office was fairly large, containing large, black leather or iron worked furniture. It looked contemporary and almost futuristic. Honda liked it immediately. He then looked up at the large, glass surfaced desk to find that it was almost de ja vu. Sitting in the plush leather chair was Seto Kaiba alright. Only, to see he was sitting like he always was at school; bent over a notebook of some sorts scratching out things in pen. Honda gasped when he tried to look at Kaiba's face. Surrounding his eyes were silver framed glasses.
Seto looked up to find Honda Hiroto standing in the middle of his office looking quite surprised. He raised an eyebrow and asked smoothly, "Yes?"
Honda blushed, bowing a little, "Sorry. I didn't mean to stare." He walked up to the desk, offering the box to Seto, "Your package."
Seto removed his glasses, taking the box, "Thanks." He said it with very little feeling. Placing the box aside he locked eyes with Honda, "I didn't know my company hired you."
If it was anymore possible, Honda's cheeks got even redder, "…I started last week."
"Oh. Well, do you like it here?" Seto asked, making small talk as he opened his package with a pocket knife from his pocket.
Honda blinked, never knowing he carried a knife with him, "Um yea. It's really nice here. My co-workers are friendly."
"Really now?" Seto lifted the software box out of the cardboard one and read the back, "That's odd. Usually people hate their jobs." He looked up at Honda with a gleam in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.
Honda almost melted again, "Right." He bit his lip, "Did you get the right package? I have to get back to work." He said softly, wishing he hadn't said that.
Something about Seto's eyes seemed to dim, "I think I have everything in order." He said, sitting up a bit straighter, "Thank you, Honda." He sounded like he meant it.
He remembered my name! Honda would have let out a girly squeal if he had been alone. He nodded and waved a little, "I'll see you around, Kaiba."
"Mister." Seto said, smirking broadly.
D'oh! Honda blushed, "Right. Sorry, Mr. Kaiba." He bowed a little and opened the office door. He stepped out; glancing back to see Seto had put his glasses back on and was getting to work on the new software he received. Honda smiled genuinely for the first time in a long time. He realized, as he said goodbye to Hotaru and entered the elevator with his mail cart, that Seto never mentioned a word about Jou. Honda pushed the button and the doors began to close. He smiled broadly and leaned against the elevator's wall; clutching his heart,
I love you, Seto Kaiba.
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Aww! Yay! We saw some of Seto in that chapter! I know it wasn't a lot, but he was there! Anyways, this fic is really taking off and I'm very proud of it. You guys are all being very supportive and I love you! Tell me what you think of Chapter Five okay? See you later!
