What Can Never be Forgotten or Forgiven
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
14
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7,774
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44
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Ninth Sin
Title: What Can Never be Forgotten or Forgiven 9/?
Author: Kleptomaniac Can Opener
Pairing: Jou x Seto
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Yugi-Oh. It's almost as depressing as this fic.
Summary: Kaiba Seto has a good reason for hating Jounouchi Katsuya. But it's not until recent that Katsuya learns the past has a vicious bite when teaching you a lesson. "Sometimes, doing nothing at all is also a sin."
NOTES: I just want to point out that all mistakes in Jounouchi’s journal entries are intentional. XD
***Ninth Sin***
[Dear Journal,
Moneybags was really extra super weird in class again today. He didn’t try to bait me much and I swear I felt him watching me whenever I weren’t looking. I dunno what’s wrong with the guy but its seriously starting to freak me the fuck out. I guess Mokuba could of given him a talking to or something but something feels different.]
Jounouchi is sitting against the brick wall that surrounds the school grounds, waiting for Mokuba to come by to pick him up. After his transportation woes of last weekend, the youngest Kaiba promised to come by once school let out. Apparently Kaiba can’t be bothered to take Jounouchi to the manor because he has to go straight to work, which Jounouchi was adamant about not joining him in today. He’s seen more of the Kaiba Corporation offices than he ever wanted to.
The blond growls to himself. “This assignment is totally killing my social life.” Because he’s been spending so much time in the blue-eyed teen’s company, he has only had class hours to be with his friends. But the real problem is how his skin keeps crawling in the brunet’s presence, as if reacting to an ignored emotion. He hates the feeling. It always relates back to his gang days, the last thing he wants to reminisce about.
Jounouchi looks up at the sound of a car, and drops his pencil to clatter on the ground. Seto is driving off in his fancy car.
With Yugi.
He jumps to his feet, dumping his things on the sidewalk. “What da hell?!” Adrenaline rushes through his body as he replays the scene in his head. “Why da fuck was Yugi with him?!” Jounouchi wants to break something; to scream, yell and rant until he’s blue in the face. He doesn’t even notice the strange glances he’s getting from nearby students or other passersby.
Yugi shouldn’t be with that guy. There’s no reason for the bundle of sunlight to be kept with the walking ice sculpture!
The limo pulls up to the curb where Jounouchi is having his not-so-private freak out. Mokuba’s laughter catches the blonde’s attention. “Oh. Hey, Mokuba.” He blushes in embarrassment and quickly gathers his things together.
“What got you into such a hissy, Jounouchi-kun?”
“Nothin’.” He clears his throat and slips into the watching vehicle. “Think you could give my rough draft a quick skim, kid? I’m not any good at these damn essay things.”
“Sure thing, though I don’t know how much help I’ll be.” The boy takes the thin stack of papers and frowns. “I can barely read this. You need to work on your handwriting.”
“I’ll type the next draft,” Jounouchi grumbles.
It’s quiet except for their breathing as Mokuba reads. Jounouchi almost jumps when the boy speaks. “It’s not bad, Jounouchi-kun, but it’s pretty vague. Try being more detailed.”
“Detailed how?” The limo pulls up to the manor. Mokuba answers as he clamors out with his bookbag.
“Uh, look. I’m pretending to read this like I don’t know my brother. So far, this paper has given me a stick figure instead of a person.”
“... Um, okay. I think I know what you mean.” The blond scratches through is hair and takes his paper back as they reach the door. “Damn this is hard.” Mokuba smiles.
“You can do it! You still have plenty of time, so don’t worry about it.”
“Heh. Thanks, Mokuba.” He ruffles the kid’s hair and heads to his bedroom to work some more before dinner.
Just down the hall, he notices that Kaiba’s door has been left open. Just a little but it’s enough for him to notice. Since he first arrived, that door has always been firmly closed. Curiosity getting the best of him, Jounouchi tiptoes over for a look-see.
Golden-brown eyes open wide. What the hell? He stares into Kaiba’s room, and what he sees is downright weird. Like something out of a psychological thriller.
The room is bare of anything personal except for a work table that has been shoved into a corner. In the center of the space isn’t a bed but rather one of those floor mats some people still use. But that’s not what makes Jounouchi question what it is he’s seeing.
Chains.
When lying down, both of Kaiba’s ankles and wrists would be bound to the floor.
“Excuse me, honored guest,” says an accented voice. “You seem to be lost.” Jounouchi is suddenly confronted by a tall woman with mouse-colored hair in a tight bun on the back of her head and hazel eyes. Dumbfounded by the abrupt appearance of the foreigner he’s occasionally seen from a distance, he doesn’t respond appropriately.
“Who da heck are you?” She replies with a practiced smile on her white face.
“I am Yenta, Kaiba-sama’s personal maid. Please move along. Your room is back this way.” She firmly shuts the door and prods Jounouchi down the hall.
That finally explains the mystery of who the foreigner is, but now he has a billion new questions. Mainly what the hell is with Kaiba’s room, and more importantly, what the hell is up with Kaiba having it that way?
Yenta closes Jounouchi’s door behind him, then flutters off in a hurry. He guesses that whoever left Kaiba’s door open is in for a tongue lashing. The teen glances to the paper still in his hand then tosses it onto the desk without another thought. There’s no way he can concentrate on it right now.
He flops onto the bed and stares up at the ceiling. The thought of Kaiba’s wrists being bound disturbs him even as his body finds it arousing. Something about the act itches at the back of his mind.
Jounouchi growls and slaps his hands over his face. “This is fucked up!” The coldhearted brunet shouldn’t be getting to him like this. Why does everything involving Kaiba feel wrong, like it’s his fault? Like he should feel guilty? He slams a fist against the bed for good measure, but he doesn’t feel any better for it.
Curling onto his side, Jounouchi decides to take a nap to clear his head. Things have been stressful, so his strange thoughts must be because he’s tired. He’ll catch up on his sleep and things will go back to normal.
Twenty minutes later finds him dreaming. The images are disjointed, a poorly put together collage from his gang days. Sweat beads his brow and he curls up tighter. Those times weren’t the proudest moments of his life. He did a lot of bad things and couldn’t find it in himself to care.
As if to mock him, the dreams turn to Kaiba. Those eyes glare at Jounouchi while the taller teen spits out his poison insults. Then hands grabs Kaiba, forcing him down, and Jounouchi is sitting on crates, staring down and doing nothing. Those eyes stay on him, blue and familiar. And younger.
Jounouchi jerks awake, sweating and panting. “What... What the...? No fucking way.” That time from the past, those eyes, they all keep flashing through his mind like a slideshow. Things are finally making sense to him. “That kid... That couldn’t have been...” Blue eyes become prominent over everything else, staring hard and unwavering. He feels like throwing up.
“That was Kaiba.”
Author: Kleptomaniac Can Opener
Pairing: Jou x Seto
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Yugi-Oh. It's almost as depressing as this fic.
Summary: Kaiba Seto has a good reason for hating Jounouchi Katsuya. But it's not until recent that Katsuya learns the past has a vicious bite when teaching you a lesson. "Sometimes, doing nothing at all is also a sin."
NOTES: I just want to point out that all mistakes in Jounouchi’s journal entries are intentional. XD
***Ninth Sin***
[Dear Journal,
Moneybags was really extra super weird in class again today. He didn’t try to bait me much and I swear I felt him watching me whenever I weren’t looking. I dunno what’s wrong with the guy but its seriously starting to freak me the fuck out. I guess Mokuba could of given him a talking to or something but something feels different.]
Jounouchi is sitting against the brick wall that surrounds the school grounds, waiting for Mokuba to come by to pick him up. After his transportation woes of last weekend, the youngest Kaiba promised to come by once school let out. Apparently Kaiba can’t be bothered to take Jounouchi to the manor because he has to go straight to work, which Jounouchi was adamant about not joining him in today. He’s seen more of the Kaiba Corporation offices than he ever wanted to.
The blond growls to himself. “This assignment is totally killing my social life.” Because he’s been spending so much time in the blue-eyed teen’s company, he has only had class hours to be with his friends. But the real problem is how his skin keeps crawling in the brunet’s presence, as if reacting to an ignored emotion. He hates the feeling. It always relates back to his gang days, the last thing he wants to reminisce about.
Jounouchi looks up at the sound of a car, and drops his pencil to clatter on the ground. Seto is driving off in his fancy car.
With Yugi.
He jumps to his feet, dumping his things on the sidewalk. “What da hell?!” Adrenaline rushes through his body as he replays the scene in his head. “Why da fuck was Yugi with him?!” Jounouchi wants to break something; to scream, yell and rant until he’s blue in the face. He doesn’t even notice the strange glances he’s getting from nearby students or other passersby.
Yugi shouldn’t be with that guy. There’s no reason for the bundle of sunlight to be kept with the walking ice sculpture!
The limo pulls up to the curb where Jounouchi is having his not-so-private freak out. Mokuba’s laughter catches the blonde’s attention. “Oh. Hey, Mokuba.” He blushes in embarrassment and quickly gathers his things together.
“What got you into such a hissy, Jounouchi-kun?”
“Nothin’.” He clears his throat and slips into the watching vehicle. “Think you could give my rough draft a quick skim, kid? I’m not any good at these damn essay things.”
“Sure thing, though I don’t know how much help I’ll be.” The boy takes the thin stack of papers and frowns. “I can barely read this. You need to work on your handwriting.”
“I’ll type the next draft,” Jounouchi grumbles.
It’s quiet except for their breathing as Mokuba reads. Jounouchi almost jumps when the boy speaks. “It’s not bad, Jounouchi-kun, but it’s pretty vague. Try being more detailed.”
“Detailed how?” The limo pulls up to the manor. Mokuba answers as he clamors out with his bookbag.
“Uh, look. I’m pretending to read this like I don’t know my brother. So far, this paper has given me a stick figure instead of a person.”
“... Um, okay. I think I know what you mean.” The blond scratches through is hair and takes his paper back as they reach the door. “Damn this is hard.” Mokuba smiles.
“You can do it! You still have plenty of time, so don’t worry about it.”
“Heh. Thanks, Mokuba.” He ruffles the kid’s hair and heads to his bedroom to work some more before dinner.
Just down the hall, he notices that Kaiba’s door has been left open. Just a little but it’s enough for him to notice. Since he first arrived, that door has always been firmly closed. Curiosity getting the best of him, Jounouchi tiptoes over for a look-see.
Golden-brown eyes open wide. What the hell? He stares into Kaiba’s room, and what he sees is downright weird. Like something out of a psychological thriller.
The room is bare of anything personal except for a work table that has been shoved into a corner. In the center of the space isn’t a bed but rather one of those floor mats some people still use. But that’s not what makes Jounouchi question what it is he’s seeing.
Chains.
When lying down, both of Kaiba’s ankles and wrists would be bound to the floor.
“Excuse me, honored guest,” says an accented voice. “You seem to be lost.” Jounouchi is suddenly confronted by a tall woman with mouse-colored hair in a tight bun on the back of her head and hazel eyes. Dumbfounded by the abrupt appearance of the foreigner he’s occasionally seen from a distance, he doesn’t respond appropriately.
“Who da heck are you?” She replies with a practiced smile on her white face.
“I am Yenta, Kaiba-sama’s personal maid. Please move along. Your room is back this way.” She firmly shuts the door and prods Jounouchi down the hall.
That finally explains the mystery of who the foreigner is, but now he has a billion new questions. Mainly what the hell is with Kaiba’s room, and more importantly, what the hell is up with Kaiba having it that way?
Yenta closes Jounouchi’s door behind him, then flutters off in a hurry. He guesses that whoever left Kaiba’s door open is in for a tongue lashing. The teen glances to the paper still in his hand then tosses it onto the desk without another thought. There’s no way he can concentrate on it right now.
He flops onto the bed and stares up at the ceiling. The thought of Kaiba’s wrists being bound disturbs him even as his body finds it arousing. Something about the act itches at the back of his mind.
Jounouchi growls and slaps his hands over his face. “This is fucked up!” The coldhearted brunet shouldn’t be getting to him like this. Why does everything involving Kaiba feel wrong, like it’s his fault? Like he should feel guilty? He slams a fist against the bed for good measure, but he doesn’t feel any better for it.
Curling onto his side, Jounouchi decides to take a nap to clear his head. Things have been stressful, so his strange thoughts must be because he’s tired. He’ll catch up on his sleep and things will go back to normal.
Twenty minutes later finds him dreaming. The images are disjointed, a poorly put together collage from his gang days. Sweat beads his brow and he curls up tighter. Those times weren’t the proudest moments of his life. He did a lot of bad things and couldn’t find it in himself to care.
As if to mock him, the dreams turn to Kaiba. Those eyes glare at Jounouchi while the taller teen spits out his poison insults. Then hands grabs Kaiba, forcing him down, and Jounouchi is sitting on crates, staring down and doing nothing. Those eyes stay on him, blue and familiar. And younger.
Jounouchi jerks awake, sweating and panting. “What... What the...? No fucking way.” That time from the past, those eyes, they all keep flashing through his mind like a slideshow. Things are finally making sense to him. “That kid... That couldn’t have been...” Blue eyes become prominent over everything else, staring hard and unwavering. He feels like throwing up.
“That was Kaiba.”