I own nothing. Haha I'm a hobo.
"Now Seto, what tactic should one take to avoid a hostile takeover?" Gozaboro asked, his fist tightening, making the leash pull the young boy forward. "The same one you should take when something is in your way." Seto answered cryptically before he snapped his head forward and hit the older, making him drop the pet accessory completely. "Attack head on!" Dazed for a second because of his move he also was dizzy, Seto stumbled out of the desk to try and escape the session for the rest of the evening. The older Kaiba was quick to recover and found the leash sliding further away from him on the carpet. The man didn't hesitate to grab the leash and jerk his 'son' back to him. The younger boy fell in front of the man with a hallow thud, trying to catch his breath from the collar that had momentarily crushed his air supply. Gozaboro yanked the leash causing Seto to stand up to his full height, which wasn't much considering his age.
The older man raised his hand, testing the boy to see if he would flinch. When he moved it slightly Seto smirked, and that infuriated him. Yes, that's what he wanted, for his son to not be scared of anyone but for some reason he wanted Seto to cower to him, or…beneath him. Gozaboro had a lewd grin on his face that did nothing to hide his intentions.
Seto began to worry not that for some reason his stepfather was removing the collar from around his neck. Although it was gone, Seto could still feel it coiled around his throat and how his pulse beat against the leather. The younger suddenly felt his stepfather's hand around his slim waist, and the other large appendage resting on his cheek. Seto's eyes widened for a second before going back to their cold demeanor. 'This is just part of his twisted game. Another test.' Seto told himself. "For that stunt Seto, how about I cut off your rights to food again?" The older man questioned, letting his hand drift along Seto's side mapping out every detail that he could through fabric. "You would do it for some other ridiculous reason anyway, so it really wouldn't make a difference, would it?" Seto said flippantly unconsciously trying to veer away from the intruding touch. Gozaboro moved his hand to the others back, his finger trailed over a clothed spine, and he delighted in Seto's shiver of distaste.
"How about, because you are intolerable, I train your brother to take over Kaiba Corp instead? I'm sure without you there he wouldn't fight as much." The younger boy started to struggle and fight in the elder's grasp.
"You can't do that!" the younger winced as the older Kaiba grabbed a fistful of brunet hair. "I can do whatever I want, and feel is necessary. I can make you do whatever I want too." Seto glared at the man he had to call father.
"You are a pathetic old man, and I can't wait to take you down." The younger Kaiba spat as his head was pulled back to reveal his long pale neck. "You can't beat me." Gozaboro purred into the boy's throat, making him shiver with disgust. "I made what you are, and I can take it all away, including the little brat." Seto smirked. "We'll see."
Gozaboro didn't think the boy could still have so much fight, especially after threatening his little brother. The older bit at the boys neck lightly, and Seto hated himself at that moment because he let out the tiniest of gasps of surprise. Gozaboro, being a man of total take over, struck at his opponent's weakness. The elder wrapped his arms around the boy, trapping his arms at his sides and focused all of his attention on the boy's neck and shoulder. "Get the hell off of me!" Seto squirmed in the elder Kaiba's arms desperately trying to get away. "Now, you bastard!" Gozaboro laughed at the boy's attempts and pressed Seto against him further.
The younger froze when he felt the proof of the older man's arousal on his thigh. Gozaboro noticed this and chuckled darkly, burying his face in the younger's neck. "You will do what I say, or else I will make sure your brother knows what this is."
He further made his point clear by shifting forward enough for Seto to feel his erection again. At this point, Seto was shaking with fear and no matter how much he wanted to stop, he couldn't. He knew exactly what was about to happen and he could do nothing to prevent it. Cursing himself, he felt streams of tears leak out of his eyes as he had no other choice but to let his body be taken over by a monster of a man. The only thing he could see was black, white, and shades of gray. He was completely engulfed by what would burn in his mind forever. He could smell spice and cigars, a distinct scent that in which he could recognize anywhere ash, and dark cherry. The cigar's smell especially, seeing as it was the only of its kind in the world.
Seto hated that he could feel his body reacting, and betraying him. What he hated more, was the fact that his stepfather knew this, and tormented him by helping him find release and making it pleasurable. Seto was so disgusted with himself, that he almost forgot how to breathe. When his stepfather was finally done, he felt a revolting heat spread through his insides.
'Had Gozaboro left? Was he waiting for me?' Seto didn't know how long he lay on his stepfather's office floor, trying to process everything that had just happened. He pushed himself from the floor, fighting back the wave of nausea that threatened him, to find his clothes that Gozaboro had stripped him of. When picking up each piece of cloth he couldn't help the tears that rolled down his cheeks, and Seto was determined to get out before the elder man came back. Stiffly, the younger Kaiba redressed, and made his way back to his room.
It seemed like the corridor had lengthened somehow, like this horrid place knew what had just happened and was making him suffer with each step. He limped quietly, biting his lip until it bled so he wouldn't make a single sound. When he finally found his door he was actually somewhat happy, knowing that he could shower to get the dirty feeling off of his now tainted body.
He walked into the bathroom that was connected to his room, too preoccupied with his task to even get a set of pajamas to change into. Looking at himself in the reflective glass, Seto finally saw the damage of what had happened to him. His eyes were dead and lifeless, and it unnerved him to see himself in such a state. He followed the stream of blood on his chin as his eyes fell upon the discoloration on his pale neck. Tiling his head to the side, wincing, he saw the 'love bite' his father had left him. Seeing this, he let it all sink in.
'Was I...r-' His eyes widened as more tears flooded his sight. He clamped a hand over his mouth when he started to feel like he would vomit. He turned on the faucet, again to the hottest temperature it would go before he undressed once more. Swaying lightly Seto put a hand to his head to stop the spinning, and that's when he felt something cold creep down his leg. The seed his stepfather had released in him was now slithering down from his abused entrance, and this time he couldn't fight back the bile that rose up his throat.
Seto sank to the pristine tile floor in a shaking, quivering mess. His face felt hot and broke out in a cold sweat as his body continued to rid itself of the sick feeling. There was a knock at his door before he heard Junko, "Seto-Kun! Are you alright?"
He only sobbed in reply hoping she wouldn't come in to see him in this state. Of course that wasn't the case. Junko threw open the door to find Seto bracing himself, one hand on the marble sink and the other on the floor trying to keep himself up.
It wasn't a sight she'd ever wanted to see, but now that she had, its one she will never forget.
She gasped when she saw the condition her childhood friend was in. Seto's body was covered in various bruises, of various shapes and colors. She found the ones that were most disturbing located on his slider hips. They were an angry mixture of all shades of purple and it was revolting because they were distinctly large hand prints.
Junko's staring was broken when Seto had started to cough and hyperventilate. The gasps that he took were raw and each breath was labored. Junko went to the cabinet and got a large towel to drape over the boy. She turned the water off, sat down by his side and held him in a tight embrace. Junko began to rock him back and forth trying to get him to calm down enough to breathe properly. 'He looks so lost.' She thought to herself when Seto began to aimlessly reach for things, still trying to find the air his lungs desperately needed.
The brunet clutched his head, still rocking back and forth and began to say words that didn't make much sense, like: Millennium, Shadows, and Pharaoh repetitively. Seto's breathing had somewhat regulated and from what the petite girl could see, he had stopped trembling for now. Junko still had Seto in her arms, as they sat in silence, each wondering what the other was thinking. "Ko-chan," Seto called out to her. His voice was so hoarse and broken and it made the tears that were clouding her eyes, spill over.
"Hai, Seto-kun?" She said, as she held him tighter. "Don't tell Mokuba. This will stay between us. Please tell Mokuba that I can't see him tonight, and that I'll visit him when I can. I don't ever want him to see me like this." Even though his voice was quiet, it was firm.
She nodded, and used her uniform sleeve to dry the wetness on her cheeks. She leaned in close, feeling her heart crush when he flinched away from the tender touch, and she held him again. "I'm fine now Junko." Seto said as he gently her arms from around him.
He stood up proudly, taking her hand in his. She almost smiled at his antics until she heard his hiss of pain, knowing his bravado was too good to last. "I will be fine. Please tend to Mokuba, because I'm sure he is lonely. I want to be alone now."
She bit her lip in hesitation before she nodded. "Hai, Seto-Sama" then after an almost silent click of the door, his surroundings were filled with silence once again. Feeling his body start to respond negatively to the silence, he turned on the shower again to fill the bathroom with sound.
Scrubbing a hand over his face he stepped into the water, letting the cleansing heat run over him. He began to scrub his body, trying to rid himself of the dirty feeling that had covered his person. After he realized this feeling was there to stay, he also realized he had scrubbed his body raw and that it was bleeding in some places. He smiled slightly at the pain.
Seto soon removed himself from the shower, and wrapped himself in the towel he had used earlier. Bracing himself to walk out of the steamy room, his peripheral vision caught sight of a pair of neatly folded pajamas and a clean pair of boxers. 'Junko must have brought them while I was in the shower.' Seto reached for the boxers but when he bent over to put his legs through, a jolt of painful electricity shot up his spine. He cursed and dropped the clothing item into a small puddle of water.
Seto yelped in pain again, but caught himself on the sink before he could follow his boxers onto the floor. Breathing deeply he decided to just wrap himself in the towel and just sleep as he was. The brunet opened the door, not missing the chill of the air as he stepped onto his carpeted floor.
The tan color turned subtly darker with darker with each drop of water that fell from his chestnut locks into the fabricated ground. Seto made his way toward the bed, but before he got in, he decided to lock his bedroom door. Nothing else mattered but sleep. He didn't care that his hair was still wet, and he didn't care about anything else but…'Mokuba.' Curled up in a small form in his bed, Seto thought about his brother as he let tears fall from his eyes once more. 'Please forgive me, Mokuba. I'm sorry.' He said quietly to himself before his cobalt eyes fluttered closed and sleep consumed him.
Authors note: I know I'm a terrible person for hurting Seto DX
Next Chapter: "Big brother, whats this?" Mokuba asked, pointing to a particularly painful looking string of bruises on his wrist.
"Its nothing, Mokuba. Don't worry about it." The youngest pouted. "Why?" Seto huffed, "Because it doesn't matter, now drop it." Mokuba was taken aback by his brother's tone but kept pressing. "I know you haven't been sleeping Seto. You are always in a bad mood, and I'm worried." Mokuba said peering over trying to get his brother to look him in the eye. "I told you to drop it," Seto said sternly. "I dont care what you said. I'm worried and you're going to tell me what's wrong. Please, Seto!" The smaller boy pleaded. The brunet gripped his head in his hands, his while body trembling with anger and fear. "Stop it, Mokuba!" Seto yelled to the other but still, children are relentless. "No! Who are you and what have you done with my big brother?" The younger boy screamed, with tears running down his round face. "I said that's enough!" Seto pounded his hands on the table, standing up so he would tower over the other. It all went by so fast he didn't even see his hand move in the direction of his terrified little brother.
