Puppet Love

Hey, another chappie done! I think, we might be closing in on the violence, at least, there is the smell of blood in this one-oh, and it’s reaally long, so grab a coke or something before reading.

Enjoy, and
please R&R!

 

Arigato!^^

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Seto was indeed more than mildly surprised, when he entered Jou’s room the next morning and found the blond already washed and halfway dressed sitting on his bed, Yugi next to him.

Frowning, the CEO closed the door behind him and crossed his arms, asking:

“What do you think, you’re doing there, Muuto?”

Said one calmly finished pulling a sweater over Jou’s head before he replied:

“It’s my turn to get Katsuya ready for the day. Besides, I wanted to talk to you.”

A short flicker of light, a shift in the air, and Yami added:

“Rather, Ihave to talk to you. Seriously.”

The pharao rose from the bed and suddenly, the room seemed to grow smaller. Kaiba couldn’t help the small tug of fear in his heart, although his face gave away nothing.

Yami
stopped short before his rival, purple orbs narrow and sharp.

“I know that you are raping Jou, have been for quite a while now, and I want you to stop it, immediately.”

He really
thought, Seto was going to have a heart attack, what with his blue eyes almost popping out of their sockets, the blood draining from his face like a falling curtain and his jaw dropping lifeless on his chest.

Then his hands balled into fists and, trembling with rage, Kaiba spat:

“How-dare you accuse me of something so-utterly despisable?!? I am neither a
rapist nor a queer, and even if I were, I’d rather choose celibacy over this poor, catatonic mutt!”

“Don’t you dare to ever use that tone with me again, Kaiba! Not after what you have done!”

All of a sudden, they were surrounded by darkness, and a look at Yami confirmed Seto’s suspicions:

The third eye was aglow on the pharao’s forehead, pupils almost completely dilated, as his hair appeared to have a life of itself, wildly flapping around his head.

“You have no idea how lucky you are, Kaiba Seto! If not for the well-being of my friend, I would have cast you in the Shadow Realm the very moment I found out what you are doing to Jounouchi! But I warn you, if you ever lay hands on Katsuya again,you will join the other souls in eternal damnation!”

Several
moments, Kaiba felt the pull at his soul, and then the Shadow Realm
disappeared. Yami stood there, sneering.

“For the moment, I will keep this between you and me, not even Yugi will know about it. But if you should slip up,” he stood almost nose to nose with the taller teen,
“I am going to send your mind and soul to the Shadow Realm and take over both your body and Kaiba Corp.! Never forget, that I’m but a spirit without body, and yours would do just fine for me. At least this way, neither Jou nor Mokuba would be abandoned.”

With that, Yami pushed past Seto, throwing the door closed with a loud bang.

The brunet slumped against the door, his knees refusing to work properly, his whole body trembling with the shock.

After several minutes, he managed to pry himself from the wooden surface and stumbled over to Jou, who still sat on the edge of his bed. Letting himself fall on the soft matress, Seto combed his fingers through the mop of thick, blond tresses, caressed Jou’s soft skin, and finally gave him a tender kiss.

“I’m so sorry, puppy, but this will be the last time for a long while, until we can be together again. I..need ake ake care of some things first, but don’t worry, though,” he pressed his cheek against Katsuya’s, his voice deep and husky, “I will make you mine again soon enough, just you wait, pup.”

A last
flicker of the tongue, another bruising kiss, and Kaiba was gone.

 

“So, she’s
already up and about, ne?” asked Honda, as he walked home with Yugi.

Several weeks had passed, Kaiba was on a business trip and Anzu was slowly, but surely, recovering. She was out of the wheel chair and could flex the fingers of her left arm, very much to everybody’s surprise and relief.

Yugi had visited her before joining Honda in bathing and feeding Jou, and had been overtaken with joy, when she walked up to him, as she returned from PR.

Though it was obvious, she was still a far way from actual recovery, her eyes did sparkle, when he told her about the ‘ice cream incident’, which had involved Honda, Mokuba, an airborne bottle of strawberry sirop, and a five liter package of molten ‘chocolate mint crisp’.

“I told you not to tell her about that! Didn’t I tell you, not to tell her that? I told you not to tell her about that!” complained Honda, causing Yugi to chuckle.

“Hey, everybody found it funny, even Mokuba. And Anzu actually laughed tears, when I described to her how the sirop ran down the collar of your shirt, or how Moki bounced around, when the ice cream found its way into his pants, although I have no idea, how he managed that!”

Honda paused his step, drove one hand over his face and moaned.

“Aww, I thought I was going to die, when the bottle got stuck in my hair. I’m never going near sirop again in my life.”

Yugi, who had continued walking, laughed aloud at the memory, when he heard a faint thud behind him. Grinning, he asked over his shoulder:

“Hey, Honda, what happened? You can’t possibly be mad at me, I mean, it wasn’t my fau-”

Amethyst eyes widened in horror, when he saw his friend laying sprawled on the pavement, his attacker searching through his pockets, a basball bat in one hand.

Just as Yugi overcame his initial shock, Honda’s robber pulled out the teen’s cell phone, and, advancing towards the short boy, dialed a number.

“Hon..da?” asked Yugi concerned, then louder,”Who-who are you?”

 

“Domino City emergency services, how may I hel-“

“No-ack-please, stop, no, no-ugh-Honda-help, someo-ow, agh-no, please-stoaaaaAAAAAAIIEEEGGHHH-!!!”

“Sir? Sir! Kuso!” the lady on the line cursed, as she turned a couple of switches, then grabbed a micro and shouted:

“Number eleven! Number eleven, come in!” A faint crackle, then:

“Here’s eleven, what’s up, Mariko?” came a male voice through the speaker.

“Listen Shinosuke, I just got a call, sounds like a boy’s getting beaten up seriously by someone named Honda!”

“Got it, any idea, where?”

“Nope, gomen, but sounded like a cell phone to me.”

“Well, ain’t that just great,” mumbled Shinosuke,” remember to send in the paramedics. Eleven over and out.”

 

Groaning, Honda pressed the package of ice against the back of his head.

He was seated in the interrogation room, the seargent, who handled both Koichi’s and Anzu’s cases, opposite of him.

“Feeling better, Honda-kun?” asked the elder man, and the brunet attempted to nod, only to grimace in agony.

“Hai, at least now I no longer feel like throwing up.”

He gave a small grin, which was replied by the police officer. However, the smile was quickly replaced by a frown.

“Now, explain to me again; how come Yugi was beaten into a pulp and you got away with a simple bump?”

Sighing, Honda retold his story for the –what fifth?eight?-time:

“We were walking home together, Yugi told me how Anzu was doing better and made fun of me and Mokuba having a food fight. I stopped, because I heard footsteps. I turned around, saw a shadow and then-bang.”

”Bang?” questioned the seargent. Honda nodded, flinched and clutched his head in renewed pain.

“Bang. I saw fireworks, and the the lights went out. I woke up, when the co-o-police cuffed and dragged me to their car.”

Pausing a
moment, he let his eyes roam his surroundings, before letting them rest on his
vis-a-vis.

“So, how’s
Yugi?” he asked. Grey eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Funny, you would ask that, considering you’re the prime suspect.”

“What?!?” yelled the teen-just to press his palms against his temples, trying to stop what felt like a swarm of angry hornets gone astray in his skull. The seargent pulled him down on his seat, pressing the ice bag against the bump on his head.

“Easy there, Hiroto, you got a mild concussion. Not like your friend Yugi, who’s standing at heaven’s gate.”

Brown eyes
widened in fear and denial.

“No. No it, it can’t be, Yugi, he-he’s not dead, he can’t be! I-I mean, we were just joking the other minute, he-he can’t be dead! That’s a lie, a damn lie! You’re lieing, he’s not dead, Yugi’s not dead-!”

“Shut up!” demanded the seargent, as he clamped a large hand over the teen's mouth, who
continued rambling.

“He’s not dead, at least not yet. We hope, he’ll survive, but the doctor’s arent too optimistic. Basically every single bone in his body has been shattered, and he lost a lot of blood. They’re trying to fix him together, even as we speak. Depending on the outcome, you’re either going to jail for felonious assault or murder one. We already informed your parents, they know you’re here and, more
or less, what happened.”

He removed his hand, and Honda remained frozen in his pose for severeal minutes. Finally, he cleared his throat and asked:

“But-but why me? I-I’m a victim, too, I mean, I was knocked out.”

The seargent leaned back in his chair, causing the old furniture to give a protesting squeak.

“When the police arrived, they found young Muuto in a pool of his own blood, and you lying next to him, the baseball bat in one hand. We checked it for fingerprints, and so far only came up with yours. Nobody else’s.”

Grey held
chestnut.

“As I said,
prime suspect. You can make one phone call. Use it wisely.”

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Yippiieee, a cliffie! Sorry, that was waay too cheerful-no worries, I’ll be back soon-ja
ne!^^

Oh, btw,
can you guess where this one would have went in the story:

 

(A/N: hoorayy-sorry,
couldn’t help it, it was stronger than me!^^)

Hint: it
belongs into one of the two previous chapters-every winner gets a fake REBD
plushie!^^