What Can Never be Forgotten or Forgiven
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Adult ++
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14
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44
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Tenth Sin
Title: What Can Never be Forgotten or Forgiven 10/?
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."
***Tenth Sin***
Hikari eyes Yugi as he follows Kaiba to his office, but doesn’t say a word beyond her normal greetings. “Good afternoon, Kaiba-sama. We’re still waiting on the Wakeda report.” Her boss nods to let her know he heard her.
“I’m not to be disturbed.”
“Yes, sir. Will you require refreshments?”
“Yes.”
Yugi smiles and waves to Hikari as he passes by her. They’ve seen each other before on similar occasions, but Kaiba has never told the woman the nature of their relationship.
The petite teen sets his backpack besides Kaiba’s desk, then makes use of the CEO’s private restroom. Tea and afternoon cakes are brought in on a silver platter while he’s occupied.
Kaiba doesn’t even glance at the tasty treats, instead opting to stare out at the city streets far below him. The people look like little blobs of bacteria slugging through the arteries of Domino, clogging the veins and making the city ill. They crawl and spread everywhere like a cancer, eating away at each other.
Yugi returns to the main room, still drying his hands with his handkerchief and smiling as he always does. “Ready to talk?”
“Mm.” Sharp eyes fleetingly look sideways to his companion standing about four feet away. Yugi knows to give him his space.
“What are you thinking?” Purple stares out the glass, but he doesn’t see anything that stands out.
“The city is sick.”
“That’s rather philosophical.”
It falls silent again, then Kaiba has a seat after a minute. Yugi takes his usual spot across from him at the desk, a small smile still on his cherubic face but his wide eyes concerned. “I know I don’t know the whole story, and I won’t insist to know it, but if I can help in any way, Seto-kun...” He let the offer trail off. He knows the intelligent brunet doesn’t need him to spell it out.
Kaiba’s blue gaze slowly roves over the tri-colored boy, taking notice of the contrast of wrinkled clothing and smooth skin. Yet he can see the faint scars that blemish the surface of his hands and on the bit of collar bone that peeks out from beneath the other male’s tee-shirt. He doesn’t let his mind wander into the possibilities of what caused the original wounds. “Yugi.”
“Seto-kun.”
“The mutt... What’s your honest opinion of Him?”
“Of Jounouchi-kun?” The petite teen’s tone isn’t surprised, but rather it’s thoughtful and seems almost expectant of the question.
“Why do you like him?”
“Hmm.” Purple eyes stay trained on Kaiba’s broad back. “I like him because Jounouchi-kun is Jounouchi-kun.” He watches as the taller male fists his hands by his sides. “I know he hasn’t always been a nice guy. I was once subjected to his bad side, but... Jounouchi-kun is no longer that Jounouchi.”
It’s soundless between them as Kaiba stands to gaze out the window again, contemplating Yugi’s words. In the entire time that he and Yugi have shared their (he supposed he could consider it a friendship)... since they have been... Friends, Yugi has always been straight-forward with him, if sometimes a bit cryptic in his words. But his meaning is always clear, and that is what’s important to the brunet.
“If he is no longer That Person, why can’t I stop being...” Scared, is what he wants to say. The word won’t come out and his body shakes with the effort of trying to speak it. His training under Gozaburo is too complete to allow him to admit to a weakness like fear. But Yugi doesn’t press him, and he’s silently grateful.
“Because Seto-kun has never had reason to believe people can change.”
Well, that’s the heart of the matter, isn’t it? Can Kaiba believe such a thing is possible? But true or not, can he believe that That Person has changed?
Mokuba likes That Person.
And while he still questions his relationship with Yugi, it means something that Yugi likes That Person too. Then there’s Mokuba’s best friend. Even someone like that too naïve and optimistic girl Kawai likes Him.
“Seto-kun, may I ask what it is that you hate most about Him? You have implied that he wasn’t the only one present at that time.” Kaiba doesn’t answer for a while. Whether he’s thinking of how to phrase things or is sorting his feelings, Yugi can’t be certain. But the small teen waits, patient in a way some Saints may be envious of.
“What... I hate most...?”
A tremor shakes his body as he remembers those eyes, cold as iron. They’re the subject of nightmares he can’t forget, clawing into him until he wakes up screaming and thrashing. But it was worse when he saw That Person again when they began high school.
Word always got around when Kaiba began a new school. By the time the first class had started, everyone had heard the gossip of how he had lost his parents and then step-father. Those eyes from That Person, who happen to be in the same class, those eyes had PITIED him.
Kaiba grits his teeth at the memory, his hands fisting by his sides. “He pitied me. He pitied me for surviving.”
“I see.” Kaiba watches the half-formed reflection of his companion in the glass. “That is an emotion Seto-kun cannot accept from anyone, let alone the one who has caused him such pain.” The words wash over the brunet. There is no pity in Yugi’s tone, only sincerity and respect for his strength.
Kaiba turns to face him, blue eyes slowly studying his small peer for a second time. The boy hasn’t changed in as long as he’s known him. It’s somehow... Comforting. His long strides take him over to Yugi in short order. “Yet you like Him?”
“I do.” Kaiba raises a hand, graceful in his taught caution, and touches Yugi’s face, just the tips of his fingers on the boy’s brow. It’s a lot coming from the guarded teen.
“I will try.” Yugi smiles.
“It’s a good start.”
Kaiba’s hand falls back to his side. “I’ll take you home after work.”
“Alright. If you have time, let’s duel a bit.” It isn’t the first time that Yugi has spent the day with his friend and Duel Monster rival, though he can count the number of times on his fingers. A feeling of accomplishment fills the boy’s chest as he watches a smile crack Kaiba’s face.
“We’ll use the holograms.”
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."
***Tenth Sin***
Hikari eyes Yugi as he follows Kaiba to his office, but doesn’t say a word beyond her normal greetings. “Good afternoon, Kaiba-sama. We’re still waiting on the Wakeda report.” Her boss nods to let her know he heard her.
“I’m not to be disturbed.”
“Yes, sir. Will you require refreshments?”
“Yes.”
Yugi smiles and waves to Hikari as he passes by her. They’ve seen each other before on similar occasions, but Kaiba has never told the woman the nature of their relationship.
The petite teen sets his backpack besides Kaiba’s desk, then makes use of the CEO’s private restroom. Tea and afternoon cakes are brought in on a silver platter while he’s occupied.
Kaiba doesn’t even glance at the tasty treats, instead opting to stare out at the city streets far below him. The people look like little blobs of bacteria slugging through the arteries of Domino, clogging the veins and making the city ill. They crawl and spread everywhere like a cancer, eating away at each other.
Yugi returns to the main room, still drying his hands with his handkerchief and smiling as he always does. “Ready to talk?”
“Mm.” Sharp eyes fleetingly look sideways to his companion standing about four feet away. Yugi knows to give him his space.
“What are you thinking?” Purple stares out the glass, but he doesn’t see anything that stands out.
“The city is sick.”
“That’s rather philosophical.”
It falls silent again, then Kaiba has a seat after a minute. Yugi takes his usual spot across from him at the desk, a small smile still on his cherubic face but his wide eyes concerned. “I know I don’t know the whole story, and I won’t insist to know it, but if I can help in any way, Seto-kun...” He let the offer trail off. He knows the intelligent brunet doesn’t need him to spell it out.
Kaiba’s blue gaze slowly roves over the tri-colored boy, taking notice of the contrast of wrinkled clothing and smooth skin. Yet he can see the faint scars that blemish the surface of his hands and on the bit of collar bone that peeks out from beneath the other male’s tee-shirt. He doesn’t let his mind wander into the possibilities of what caused the original wounds. “Yugi.”
“Seto-kun.”
“The mutt... What’s your honest opinion of Him?”
“Of Jounouchi-kun?” The petite teen’s tone isn’t surprised, but rather it’s thoughtful and seems almost expectant of the question.
“Why do you like him?”
“Hmm.” Purple eyes stay trained on Kaiba’s broad back. “I like him because Jounouchi-kun is Jounouchi-kun.” He watches as the taller male fists his hands by his sides. “I know he hasn’t always been a nice guy. I was once subjected to his bad side, but... Jounouchi-kun is no longer that Jounouchi.”
It’s soundless between them as Kaiba stands to gaze out the window again, contemplating Yugi’s words. In the entire time that he and Yugi have shared their (he supposed he could consider it a friendship)... since they have been... Friends, Yugi has always been straight-forward with him, if sometimes a bit cryptic in his words. But his meaning is always clear, and that is what’s important to the brunet.
“If he is no longer That Person, why can’t I stop being...” Scared, is what he wants to say. The word won’t come out and his body shakes with the effort of trying to speak it. His training under Gozaburo is too complete to allow him to admit to a weakness like fear. But Yugi doesn’t press him, and he’s silently grateful.
“Because Seto-kun has never had reason to believe people can change.”
Well, that’s the heart of the matter, isn’t it? Can Kaiba believe such a thing is possible? But true or not, can he believe that That Person has changed?
Mokuba likes That Person.
And while he still questions his relationship with Yugi, it means something that Yugi likes That Person too. Then there’s Mokuba’s best friend. Even someone like that too naïve and optimistic girl Kawai likes Him.
“Seto-kun, may I ask what it is that you hate most about Him? You have implied that he wasn’t the only one present at that time.” Kaiba doesn’t answer for a while. Whether he’s thinking of how to phrase things or is sorting his feelings, Yugi can’t be certain. But the small teen waits, patient in a way some Saints may be envious of.
“What... I hate most...?”
A tremor shakes his body as he remembers those eyes, cold as iron. They’re the subject of nightmares he can’t forget, clawing into him until he wakes up screaming and thrashing. But it was worse when he saw That Person again when they began high school.
Word always got around when Kaiba began a new school. By the time the first class had started, everyone had heard the gossip of how he had lost his parents and then step-father. Those eyes from That Person, who happen to be in the same class, those eyes had PITIED him.
Kaiba grits his teeth at the memory, his hands fisting by his sides. “He pitied me. He pitied me for surviving.”
“I see.” Kaiba watches the half-formed reflection of his companion in the glass. “That is an emotion Seto-kun cannot accept from anyone, let alone the one who has caused him such pain.” The words wash over the brunet. There is no pity in Yugi’s tone, only sincerity and respect for his strength.
Kaiba turns to face him, blue eyes slowly studying his small peer for a second time. The boy hasn’t changed in as long as he’s known him. It’s somehow... Comforting. His long strides take him over to Yugi in short order. “Yet you like Him?”
“I do.” Kaiba raises a hand, graceful in his taught caution, and touches Yugi’s face, just the tips of his fingers on the boy’s brow. It’s a lot coming from the guarded teen.
“I will try.” Yugi smiles.
“It’s a good start.”
Kaiba’s hand falls back to his side. “I’ll take you home after work.”
“Alright. If you have time, let’s duel a bit.” It isn’t the first time that Yugi has spent the day with his friend and Duel Monster rival, though he can count the number of times on his fingers. A feeling of accomplishment fills the boy’s chest as he watches a smile crack Kaiba’s face.
“We’ll use the holograms.”