Parings: Main: Seto x Katsuya, Others: Yami x Yugi, Honda x Otogi, Bakura x Ryou, maybe Anzu x Mai
Disclaimer/Warning: Contains boy x boy, so don't flame because of that. I don't own Yu-gi-Oh, I just borrow the bishonens from there.
Chapter 4 Seto's POV'I can't believe he'd do that!' Seto kept thinking as he stomped through Domino Park with an angry face and clenched fists. Instead of wallowing in self-pity Seto decided to be angry over the whole ordeal and blame everything on Jou. 'That's right, it's all Jou's fault. He's the one that cheated on me,' he thought, slowly unclenching his fists, hoping his fingernails hadn't dug into the flesh of his palm. He kept replaying everything that had happened that day for a much better assessment.
He woke up around 5:30 am and made it to the office by 6. He worked diligently and every half hour or so his mind would drift between his little brother and then to Jou. When thoughts of Jou floated into his mind he couldn't help but tighten the look on his cold blue eyes and if he thought about their kisses then the corners of his lips would tilt slightly upward at work, but not much. It wouldn't do well to lose his cold businessman reputation over a simple heated kiss with his long-time crush. When Jou had called him he had been greatly irritated. Not only had he been caught with something like compassion in his eyes at the thought of his boyfriend and brother, but also because his employees were incompetent fools. He was happy that Jou gave him an excuse to leave the office that day. He didn't want to go home to an empty house since Mokuba was staying at a friend's house and would be sleeping over as well. Seto wanted to be there with Jou to give him support when facing his friends about their new relationship.
But there was no relationship anymore. The mere thought made his stomach churn.
Seto had tried to finish all his work as quickly and accurately as possible. Once finished he briskly and in cold demeanor dashed out of the office, turning heads in his wake. After checking his private garage he chose to drive his motorcycle over to the Game Shop. Sure he wanted to show those dweebs that he was cut far above them, but wanted to impress Jou as well.
Then when he finally got there something didn't seem right. Half the people that he knew should be there weren't. Or at least weren't visible. Mai and Anzu's behavior should have given him an inclination that something was wrong and he might not like what he would come to confront. Even his instincts had screamed at him to tread cautiously and to make good and conscious decisions. Yet all that cool thinking went out the door when he saw Jou and Otogi on the couch. He had ignored the faint smell of alcohol in the air and the empty cups strewn around on carpeted floor. Now that he replayed everything in his mind, Seto noticed things that when in the midst of the conflict and with his emotions running high he had missed.
There were empty cups scattered on the ground and the smell of alcohol was everywhere. Everyone was either out of character or missing; all these pieces Seto put together in a flash of his mind.
Jou had been drunk. His actions were not consciously his fault. If anything, Otogi was the one all over the blonde. The only thing that Jou had done was gotten drunk and given in to bodily urges—something he couldn't really be blamed for.
Seto's eyes widened with that thought. Jou hadn't betrayed him; the toxins and natural bodily urges had…
…And he had broken up with him.
That thought caused him to stop suddenly in his pacing and a slap of realization hit him. Suddenly all the anger he felt had vanished, or rather, got redirected at himself. He failed to see the whole picture and accused his puppy of cheating without hearing an explanation. Of course being a CEO didn't help much with hearing other people's excuses. Shock welled up in him as he began to make his way back to the Game Shop. How long had it been since he left? Ten minutes? Twenty?
Doesn't matter.
He knew that he overreacted and that was justified when his boyfriend was found making out with another. But he had purposely ignored Jou when he was trying to explain. Seto clenched his fists again, still angry with himself. He had called his own boyfriend a 'filthy, mangy mutt'. He had sent the tears cascading down Jou's golden face, his hair ruffled and his whole body shaking with fear at what Seto was about to do and with regret at not being able to prevent it. Those eyes that had shined with love and admiration had looked so broken, lost and hurt.
He had hurt his golden puppy.
After letting down his shields, treasuring that newfound love, Seto had gone and ignored all protests and explanations. He had trusted only what his eyes had showed him and listed to his beating heart instead of analyzing the situation from all angles, like he normally would do rationally. And he had paid his price.
He had lost Jou.
'But there has to be a way to get him back, right?' thought Seto apprehensively. He thought that if he ran to the Game Shop then Jou would still be there waiting for him. But running would not be dignified. He decided to briskly walk back to the shop. Surely if Seto said he was 'sorry' for not listening to Jou then Jou would have to ask for forgiveness back, they'd make up, then stalk and destroy whomever got Jou drunk in the first place. Everything was going to be okay, he just had to get to Jou before anything happened, but the goose bumps upon his skin were already letting him know that something had happened. Seto ignored his reputation and urged his legs to run.
Hardly out of breath Seto made it back to the shop in record time and on his way there he ignored all the whispers of 'Hey isn't that Seto Kaiba…why is he running?' and the glares that pierced his back from people that he had shoved out of his way in his hurry. At least he'll get to leave on his motorcycle (hopefully with Jou).
As he made it to the Game Shop he noticed that the door was slightly open and that was definitely not a good sign. Someone could have broken in and if all the people inside were drunk then they wouldn't be able to defend themselves. Not that he cared, but more like Jou would be unable to defend himself.
Seto blew through the door and glanced around with his heart beating heavily in his chest and each beat resonating in his ears. Anzu and Mai were lounging on the couch on the brink of sleep. Otogi was just where they left him; on the floor, heavily sleeping, and Honda's shark fin haircut was seen by the bathroom door.
But no Jou.
'Least not on this floor' thought Seto. Seto felt as if he should be shouting Jou's name at the top of his lungs, but he didn't want to attract anyone's attention by snapping them out of their dream-induced minds. The only other place Jou would be in either than the kitchen (which he already checked) would be the second floor, which is precisely where he was just going. One room was filled with obvious 'elder-folk' type of items and the bed had a simple brown comforter, which was most likely Yugi's grandpa's room. The room looked undisturbed so Seto ignored it. The bathroom further down the hall was empty as well. The only room left was Yugi and Yami's abode. Although he had the slight feeling that he would not like what he would see in there the slight chance that Jou could be in there was enough reason. He slowly approached the door, tense and ready to flee at a moments notice. There was a light flooding from the bottom of his door, but there was no sound coming out of the room. 'Maybe they're all asleep' he thought.
Seto pushed the door in slowly, the light flooding further into the hallway. Seto blinked in the new atmosphere and what he saw there made him want to gouge his eyes out or at least vomit out his early lunch. But on the other hand, he was also slightly envious that Yami and Yugi were so much in love that left little room for doubt in their partners' eyes. Both boys were curled up, naked on Yugi's bed. Yugi, with a blanket thrown over him, was lying atop Yami's chest. Love bites marked Yami's tanned Egyptian skin and Yugi's pale skin glistened in a light coat of sweat as he curled up further into his boyfriends embrace. Seto fought the urge to gag at the sheer cute-ness of the scene and rushed out of the room because then his imagination would run away from him. He imagined Jou curled up into him. His tight, golden skin layered in a thin sheet of sweat after a lengthy night of lovemaking. Then contented look on Jou's face and a pleased look on his own.
This was all the more reason to find Jou and make up with him. His anxiety grew steeper with each passing moment. He assumed Jou would still be in the Game Shop, seeking some kind of comfort from Yugi and his other worthless friends, but he was gone and Seto broke out into a sweat. He ran down the stairs and stormed out the door quickly locating his motorcycle on the curb of the street. Seto climbed the machine and roared it to life ready to go to Jou's home, since that seemed the more obvious location and began to search the streets and sidewalks slowly on his vehicle. Surely a drunken person would be unable to make it far while still intoxicated.
A/N: Yay! New chapter completed. I don't know when I'll get around to typing up the next chapter, but I assure you that the story is already completed in my notebook. Anyway, I wanna thank my reviewers for the last chapter and for chapter 2. So THANK YOU! More specifically to: dragonlady222 and pennypigeon! I thank you so much for reading everyone.