What Can Never be Forgotten or Forgiven
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
7,777
Reviews:
44
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Twelfth Sin
Title: What Can Never be Forgotten or Forgiven 12/?
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."
***Twelfth Sin***
Kaiba had not expected to be greeted when he returned home a quarter before three in the morning. But That Person is here in front of him, as if he has been waiting for hours. Kaiba bites back his automatic response to refer to Him with a derogatory name. “Jounouchi-san.” The blond jumps from his seat in surprise. He must have fallen asleep.
“K-Kaiba!”
“What are you doing here?” He watches as his house guest pulls his composure back together, but he’s still anxious about something if the consistent twitching of his fingers and the shuffling his feet mean anything.
“I need ta talk ta ya.” Kaiba wrinkles his brow. It’s been a while since Jounouchi has used such heavy street slurring in his speech.
“We’ll speak in my office.”
Even without looking Kaiba can tell That Person, no, that Jounouchi is acting agitated as they walk. It’s beginning to annoy the brunet. He lays his briefcase on his desk and has a seat, motioning to a chair for Jounouchi to sit in as well. “What is it?” Kaiba stares at Him as he fidgets. The CEO uses the patience gained from running the corporation to let the blond have the time he needs to pull himself together. He’s trying to keep Yugi’s words in mind as Jounouchi goes through several false starts.
“I’m sorry!” The other teen finally blurts out when the silence becomes too much. Kaiba raises a brow.
“About what exactly?”
“That time...” Blond bangs cover golden-brown eyes. “I thought we were alike... Then... I’m sorry!” Jounouchi bows low, his head almost touching his knees.
Kaiba’s blood boils and chills simultaneously. “So you finally remember?”
“I have no ‘cuses. I’ma fucked up person.” He lifts his head back up, eyes guilty and pleading. “B’lieve me, if I could change da past, I would.”
“Don’t mock me.” Blue eyes flash with anger. “That happened because you sick bastards get your jollies that way.” Yugi told him that ‘this Jounouchi’ is not ‘That Person’, but it’s difficult to separate them.
“I’m not mockin’, I mean it. I’d make is up ta ya if I knew how. I ne’er really wanted ta hurt ya,” he admits, gaze on the ground. “Back then, I...”
“You what?” Kaiba’s voice is little more than a hiss as he holds himself back.
“I... I just wanted to get to know you.” For that moment the street accent leaves Jounouchi’s voice, his tone falling to a whisper.
Jounouchi’s expression shows he’s lost in thought as he remembers those past feelings. Unconsciously he shifts from his seat and stretches out a hand to feel that smooth skin he had longed for, but before he gets close Kaiba explodes in reaction. “Don’t touch me!” he screams as he jerks to his feet and slams his fist against the blonde’s cheek. There’s a loud crack on impact, then That Person is on the floor.
Jounouchi ignores the pain shooting through his face and looks up at the brunet he wronged only a short few years ago. “I’m sorry. I dun know what else I can do.”
Everything Kaiba and Yugi had talked about flies out the proverbial window. Kaiba’s eyes are murderous as he glares at That Person. “Don’t touch me. Don’t come near me.” That Person climbs back to his feet with the help of his chair.
“Kaiba...” Kaiba growls.
“Was I not clear enough?” His hands are in tight fists by his sides. “I want nothing to do with you.”
“Yeah... I get it.”
That Person shuffles out of the office, probably towards the kitchens to get ice for his swelling cheek. Kaiba sweeps off to his room like demons are biting at his heels.
Sleep is the last thing on the young man’s mind, but he’s been getting less than usual from his late nights. He swallows a couple of sleep aides before changing into his bed clothes and brushing his teeth. He sits on his floor mat and locks the padded cuffs around his ankles, then lies down to wait. It’s not long before Yenta strolls in to cuff his wrists and to tuck the sheets in around him.
“Good night, Kaiba-sama.”
“Good night, Yenta.” She smoothes his bangs from his eyes in a motherly fashion then leaves. The lock of his door echoes in his ears.
As Kaiba waits for the medication to pull him into unconsciousness, he hopes it will be a dreamless one. But more than likely the chains that keep him still will be put to use, holding him in place as he thrashes in nightmare so he doesn’t injure himself.
When Yenta wakes him the next morning, he’s grateful that he doesn’t recall the hours before. The cuff bruises have renewed themselves and his throat feels sore, but there’s only a faint lingering fear in his bones. It’s been one of his better nights.
“Kaiba-sama, your guest left early this morning after a hasty breakfast with the young master. It will only be you this morning.”
Looks like today might be a good day.
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."
***Twelfth Sin***
Kaiba had not expected to be greeted when he returned home a quarter before three in the morning. But That Person is here in front of him, as if he has been waiting for hours. Kaiba bites back his automatic response to refer to Him with a derogatory name. “Jounouchi-san.” The blond jumps from his seat in surprise. He must have fallen asleep.
“K-Kaiba!”
“What are you doing here?” He watches as his house guest pulls his composure back together, but he’s still anxious about something if the consistent twitching of his fingers and the shuffling his feet mean anything.
“I need ta talk ta ya.” Kaiba wrinkles his brow. It’s been a while since Jounouchi has used such heavy street slurring in his speech.
“We’ll speak in my office.”
Even without looking Kaiba can tell That Person, no, that Jounouchi is acting agitated as they walk. It’s beginning to annoy the brunet. He lays his briefcase on his desk and has a seat, motioning to a chair for Jounouchi to sit in as well. “What is it?” Kaiba stares at Him as he fidgets. The CEO uses the patience gained from running the corporation to let the blond have the time he needs to pull himself together. He’s trying to keep Yugi’s words in mind as Jounouchi goes through several false starts.
“I’m sorry!” The other teen finally blurts out when the silence becomes too much. Kaiba raises a brow.
“About what exactly?”
“That time...” Blond bangs cover golden-brown eyes. “I thought we were alike... Then... I’m sorry!” Jounouchi bows low, his head almost touching his knees.
Kaiba’s blood boils and chills simultaneously. “So you finally remember?”
“I have no ‘cuses. I’ma fucked up person.” He lifts his head back up, eyes guilty and pleading. “B’lieve me, if I could change da past, I would.”
“Don’t mock me.” Blue eyes flash with anger. “That happened because you sick bastards get your jollies that way.” Yugi told him that ‘this Jounouchi’ is not ‘That Person’, but it’s difficult to separate them.
“I’m not mockin’, I mean it. I’d make is up ta ya if I knew how. I ne’er really wanted ta hurt ya,” he admits, gaze on the ground. “Back then, I...”
“You what?” Kaiba’s voice is little more than a hiss as he holds himself back.
“I... I just wanted to get to know you.” For that moment the street accent leaves Jounouchi’s voice, his tone falling to a whisper.
Jounouchi’s expression shows he’s lost in thought as he remembers those past feelings. Unconsciously he shifts from his seat and stretches out a hand to feel that smooth skin he had longed for, but before he gets close Kaiba explodes in reaction. “Don’t touch me!” he screams as he jerks to his feet and slams his fist against the blonde’s cheek. There’s a loud crack on impact, then That Person is on the floor.
Jounouchi ignores the pain shooting through his face and looks up at the brunet he wronged only a short few years ago. “I’m sorry. I dun know what else I can do.”
Everything Kaiba and Yugi had talked about flies out the proverbial window. Kaiba’s eyes are murderous as he glares at That Person. “Don’t touch me. Don’t come near me.” That Person climbs back to his feet with the help of his chair.
“Kaiba...” Kaiba growls.
“Was I not clear enough?” His hands are in tight fists by his sides. “I want nothing to do with you.”
“Yeah... I get it.”
That Person shuffles out of the office, probably towards the kitchens to get ice for his swelling cheek. Kaiba sweeps off to his room like demons are biting at his heels.
Sleep is the last thing on the young man’s mind, but he’s been getting less than usual from his late nights. He swallows a couple of sleep aides before changing into his bed clothes and brushing his teeth. He sits on his floor mat and locks the padded cuffs around his ankles, then lies down to wait. It’s not long before Yenta strolls in to cuff his wrists and to tuck the sheets in around him.
“Good night, Kaiba-sama.”
“Good night, Yenta.” She smoothes his bangs from his eyes in a motherly fashion then leaves. The lock of his door echoes in his ears.
As Kaiba waits for the medication to pull him into unconsciousness, he hopes it will be a dreamless one. But more than likely the chains that keep him still will be put to use, holding him in place as he thrashes in nightmare so he doesn’t injure himself.
When Yenta wakes him the next morning, he’s grateful that he doesn’t recall the hours before. The cuff bruises have renewed themselves and his throat feels sore, but there’s only a faint lingering fear in his bones. It’s been one of his better nights.
“Kaiba-sama, your guest left early this morning after a hasty breakfast with the young master. It will only be you this morning.”
Looks like today might be a good day.