What Can Never be Forgotten or Forgiven
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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14
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7,779
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44
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Thirteenth Sin
Title: What Can Never be Forgotten or Forgiven 13/?
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: Thanks to Maggiemay for helping me out with this one! *hugs*
Also, I may not be posting to AFF.net much longer (they keep pissing me off). If you want to keep up with my stories, I suggest going to my lj at http://utensil-drawer.livejournal.com/ or to the group literati_perverati at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/literati_perverati/.
***Thirteenth Sin***
“Jounouchi!” Jounouchi jerks awake from the yelling in his ear, sweating and gasping for breath. “You okay? You were having another nightmare.” Golden-brown eyes finally recognize Honda after a moment.
“I’m fine.”
“You sure? You haven’t been lookin’ so hot the last few days.”
It’s already into the third week of the assignment, and Jounouchi can count the hours of sleep he’s gotten on his fingers. It was painful to write the paper. After his confrontation with Kaiba five days ago, diving into the reasons behind the brunet’s actions was agonizing. It’s so easy to see why the other teen is the way he is, now. Avoiding the brunet hasn’t helped at all. The memories of That Time keep playing back in his nightmares, only Kaiba isn’t gagged in them. That innocent boy screams for help and he does nothing but watch.
“Jounouchi? Come on, get up.” Honda pulls the blond from his spot under the bleachers and guides him to the shower room. He looks around to make sure it’s empty before shutting the door. No one should be by until the end of class. “What’s wrong?”
“I said I’m fine.”
“Jounouchi...” Honda levels a hard stare at him.
“What?”
“Jounouchi, you look like you’re about to cry.”
Jounouchi bites his tongue at the torrent of emotion and pressure that simple statement invokes in him. “Hiroto,” he says in a choked voice as he clings to Honda’s shirt. Jounouchi’s knees lose their strength, bringing his friend down to the floor with him.
“Katsuya!” Wet eyes soak his chest. Honda wraps his arms around Jounouchi in a tight hug, trying to comfort him. “Talk to me, tell me what’s wrong.” The sobbing teen shakes his head.
“I can’t. Not this. Not this.” He has already betrayed Kaiba once. Jounouchi can’t do that to the other teen again. He can’t let anyone else know the terrible thing that happened to Kaiba because of him. The young CEO would be pitied and looked down upon by his peers. He would never stand for it.
“Katsuya...” Honda rocks his friend, humming a nonsensical tune in an effort to calm him. “I’m here, buddy. Whatever you need, whenever you need it. I’m right here.”
Jounouchi tries to pull himself back together, the sobs that rack his body slowing. Honda keeps cooing in his ear, letting him know that he’s not alone but somehow it only makes him feel worse. The blond doesn’t feel like he deserves his friend’s support. Honda’s been his confident ever since he left the gang, except he can’t share this with his friend. He can’t share what he did with anyone because it will only hurt Kaiba further.
“I’m total scum.”
“You aren’t. Don’t talk like that.” Honda shifts his legs so he can stand, pulling Jounouchi up with him. “Come on, we need to clean up and get changed. Class is over soon.”
The pair is back outside with the other students before they’re missed, though Jounouchi can feel someone staring. The gaze, no—the glare—is searing, tearing into his flesh like a branding iron and leaving him raw and exposed. ‘Don’t look,’ his instinct tells him. ‘Don’t look.’ But like in a bad horror, Jounouchi turns his head.
It’s Kaiba.
With his exhaustion and depression weighing heavily on him, something inside of Jounouchi snaps. He turns tail and runs. He’s vaguely aware that Honda is calling for him, chasing him through the hall, but his legs won’t stop. His adrenaline is pumping and his heart pounding. Then he’s yanked back by his shirt. Strong arms wrap around him and haul him into a janitor’s closet.
“Calm the hell down! You’re scaring me, man!” Honda keeps hold of his panicking friend, enduring kicks to his shins and scratches to his arms. He just hopes there aren’t any teachers nearby to hear their ruckus. The brunet barely dodges a backwards head butt to his nose. “It me! Hiroto! Snap out of it, Katsuya!”
Honda’s voice pierces the fog in the blonde’s mind. “Hiroto...” Jounouchi’s voice is strained and his body tense.
“It’s okay, Katsuya. I’m here with you.” Honda loosens his hold enough so he can turn Jounouchi around to hug him properly. “It’s okay, man.” Knowing that Jounouchi responds best to physical comforting, he nuzzles the blonde’s cheek. “No one’s here but us.”
“Hiroto...” Jounouchi grabs fistfuls of Honda’s shirt, cling to him like a lifeline. He buries his face against a broad shoulder, trying to block out the images of Kaiba’s rape. The fear, the blood; he can still smell it, taste it. The sickness roiling in his gut keeps growing, clawing up his throat. Then Honda kisses his neck. “Don’t touch me!” Jounouchi screams, voice shrill and broken, shoving Honda away.
Honda’s back meets the handle of a broom when he slams against the wall, but his thoughts are entirely on his friend. “Katsuya?”
Jounouchi only hears the laughter and screams in his head. He curls up in the fetal position, covering his ears in an attempt to block them out. “How could I? How could I do that?!”
Those blue eyes keep staring and staring.
Staring and pleading.
“I’m sorry!” His cry reverberates with sorrow and shame.
Something warm touches his brow, and there’s a familiar sweet scent. H slowly realizes that Honda’s powerful arms are holding him and Yugi’s angelic face is watching him in concern. “Can you hear me now, Jounouchi-kun?”
“Yugi...?” The small male pulls out his handkerchief and wipes away the tears and sweat. “When... How?” Yugi’s class should be outside today, so why is he here in this grungy closet with them?
“Shh, it’s doesn’t matter.” Yugi continues to gently pet blond locks. “Jounouchi-kun, you’re exhausted. Let Honda-kun take you home for some rest.”
“But—”
“No buts. Please rest, Jounouchi-kun.” Even in this state, Jounouchi can’t deny Yugi anything.
He’s quiet as Honda gets them both passes to leave school early. He must look like complete shit because their intentions aren’t questioned at all. He’s deep in his thoughts by the time they get to Honda’s house. Yugi’s presence seems to have pushed the endless nightmare away, at least for the moment. But now that he’s thinking a little more rationally, he sees what a fool he’s been trying to push away his past.
Pretending that none of it had ever happened is as bad, maybe even worse, than some of the crimes he committed. Maybe he didn’t always sin directly, but he never did or say anything to stop the others either. He had been an accessory to their wrongdoings and that made him just as guilty.
A grape soda is placed in front of him on the living room table, bringing Jounouchi out of his thoughts. “What are you thinking about?” Honda asks, trying to sound casual in spite of his concern.
“I’m a coward.”
“What?” Honda stares at him in surprise, almost dropping his own drink.
“This entire time I’ve been running from my past. I thought I could just forget it all.” Honda sits next to him, resting his elbows on his knees.
“No one would blame you for trying.”
“I never really paid for what I did. I deserve what’s happening now and a hella lot more.”
It falls silent between them for several minutes. The brunet watches his friend, trying to gauge what he knows of the situation. Honda brushes strands of hair from Jounouchi’s eyes, which are clear and calm. “What do you plan to do?”
“I’m gonna be a man.”
He’ll make amends, no matter what he has to do.
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: Thanks to Maggiemay for helping me out with this one! *hugs*
Also, I may not be posting to AFF.net much longer (they keep pissing me off). If you want to keep up with my stories, I suggest going to my lj at http://utensil-drawer.livejournal.com/ or to the group literati_perverati at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/literati_perverati/.
***Thirteenth Sin***
“Jounouchi!” Jounouchi jerks awake from the yelling in his ear, sweating and gasping for breath. “You okay? You were having another nightmare.” Golden-brown eyes finally recognize Honda after a moment.
“I’m fine.”
“You sure? You haven’t been lookin’ so hot the last few days.”
It’s already into the third week of the assignment, and Jounouchi can count the hours of sleep he’s gotten on his fingers. It was painful to write the paper. After his confrontation with Kaiba five days ago, diving into the reasons behind the brunet’s actions was agonizing. It’s so easy to see why the other teen is the way he is, now. Avoiding the brunet hasn’t helped at all. The memories of That Time keep playing back in his nightmares, only Kaiba isn’t gagged in them. That innocent boy screams for help and he does nothing but watch.
“Jounouchi? Come on, get up.” Honda pulls the blond from his spot under the bleachers and guides him to the shower room. He looks around to make sure it’s empty before shutting the door. No one should be by until the end of class. “What’s wrong?”
“I said I’m fine.”
“Jounouchi...” Honda levels a hard stare at him.
“What?”
“Jounouchi, you look like you’re about to cry.”
Jounouchi bites his tongue at the torrent of emotion and pressure that simple statement invokes in him. “Hiroto,” he says in a choked voice as he clings to Honda’s shirt. Jounouchi’s knees lose their strength, bringing his friend down to the floor with him.
“Katsuya!” Wet eyes soak his chest. Honda wraps his arms around Jounouchi in a tight hug, trying to comfort him. “Talk to me, tell me what’s wrong.” The sobbing teen shakes his head.
“I can’t. Not this. Not this.” He has already betrayed Kaiba once. Jounouchi can’t do that to the other teen again. He can’t let anyone else know the terrible thing that happened to Kaiba because of him. The young CEO would be pitied and looked down upon by his peers. He would never stand for it.
“Katsuya...” Honda rocks his friend, humming a nonsensical tune in an effort to calm him. “I’m here, buddy. Whatever you need, whenever you need it. I’m right here.”
Jounouchi tries to pull himself back together, the sobs that rack his body slowing. Honda keeps cooing in his ear, letting him know that he’s not alone but somehow it only makes him feel worse. The blond doesn’t feel like he deserves his friend’s support. Honda’s been his confident ever since he left the gang, except he can’t share this with his friend. He can’t share what he did with anyone because it will only hurt Kaiba further.
“I’m total scum.”
“You aren’t. Don’t talk like that.” Honda shifts his legs so he can stand, pulling Jounouchi up with him. “Come on, we need to clean up and get changed. Class is over soon.”
The pair is back outside with the other students before they’re missed, though Jounouchi can feel someone staring. The gaze, no—the glare—is searing, tearing into his flesh like a branding iron and leaving him raw and exposed. ‘Don’t look,’ his instinct tells him. ‘Don’t look.’ But like in a bad horror, Jounouchi turns his head.
It’s Kaiba.
With his exhaustion and depression weighing heavily on him, something inside of Jounouchi snaps. He turns tail and runs. He’s vaguely aware that Honda is calling for him, chasing him through the hall, but his legs won’t stop. His adrenaline is pumping and his heart pounding. Then he’s yanked back by his shirt. Strong arms wrap around him and haul him into a janitor’s closet.
“Calm the hell down! You’re scaring me, man!” Honda keeps hold of his panicking friend, enduring kicks to his shins and scratches to his arms. He just hopes there aren’t any teachers nearby to hear their ruckus. The brunet barely dodges a backwards head butt to his nose. “It me! Hiroto! Snap out of it, Katsuya!”
Honda’s voice pierces the fog in the blonde’s mind. “Hiroto...” Jounouchi’s voice is strained and his body tense.
“It’s okay, Katsuya. I’m here with you.” Honda loosens his hold enough so he can turn Jounouchi around to hug him properly. “It’s okay, man.” Knowing that Jounouchi responds best to physical comforting, he nuzzles the blonde’s cheek. “No one’s here but us.”
“Hiroto...” Jounouchi grabs fistfuls of Honda’s shirt, cling to him like a lifeline. He buries his face against a broad shoulder, trying to block out the images of Kaiba’s rape. The fear, the blood; he can still smell it, taste it. The sickness roiling in his gut keeps growing, clawing up his throat. Then Honda kisses his neck. “Don’t touch me!” Jounouchi screams, voice shrill and broken, shoving Honda away.
Honda’s back meets the handle of a broom when he slams against the wall, but his thoughts are entirely on his friend. “Katsuya?”
Jounouchi only hears the laughter and screams in his head. He curls up in the fetal position, covering his ears in an attempt to block them out. “How could I? How could I do that?!”
Those blue eyes keep staring and staring.
Staring and pleading.
“I’m sorry!” His cry reverberates with sorrow and shame.
Something warm touches his brow, and there’s a familiar sweet scent. H slowly realizes that Honda’s powerful arms are holding him and Yugi’s angelic face is watching him in concern. “Can you hear me now, Jounouchi-kun?”
“Yugi...?” The small male pulls out his handkerchief and wipes away the tears and sweat. “When... How?” Yugi’s class should be outside today, so why is he here in this grungy closet with them?
“Shh, it’s doesn’t matter.” Yugi continues to gently pet blond locks. “Jounouchi-kun, you’re exhausted. Let Honda-kun take you home for some rest.”
“But—”
“No buts. Please rest, Jounouchi-kun.” Even in this state, Jounouchi can’t deny Yugi anything.
He’s quiet as Honda gets them both passes to leave school early. He must look like complete shit because their intentions aren’t questioned at all. He’s deep in his thoughts by the time they get to Honda’s house. Yugi’s presence seems to have pushed the endless nightmare away, at least for the moment. But now that he’s thinking a little more rationally, he sees what a fool he’s been trying to push away his past.
Pretending that none of it had ever happened is as bad, maybe even worse, than some of the crimes he committed. Maybe he didn’t always sin directly, but he never did or say anything to stop the others either. He had been an accessory to their wrongdoings and that made him just as guilty.
A grape soda is placed in front of him on the living room table, bringing Jounouchi out of his thoughts. “What are you thinking about?” Honda asks, trying to sound casual in spite of his concern.
“I’m a coward.”
“What?” Honda stares at him in surprise, almost dropping his own drink.
“This entire time I’ve been running from my past. I thought I could just forget it all.” Honda sits next to him, resting his elbows on his knees.
“No one would blame you for trying.”
“I never really paid for what I did. I deserve what’s happening now and a hella lot more.”
It falls silent between them for several minutes. The brunet watches his friend, trying to gauge what he knows of the situation. Honda brushes strands of hair from Jounouchi’s eyes, which are clear and calm. “What do you plan to do?”
“I’m gonna be a man.”
He’ll make amends, no matter what he has to do.