To Keep A Katsu

paranoidcharlotte: *grins* I wish I can comment but I don’t want to ruin anything! :)

Velvetina: I was so worried about you girl! Tellin me you had went to the hospital! I’m so glad to see that you are hyper! Lol Let’s me know that you’re ok...you doing better right?

A real-life Seto...now THERE’S something I would give anything to see..and have! Ha!

Yea, poor Tea will be playing the devil’s advocate.

Drachennaugen: Oh yes, the bitch squad! *laughs evily* More on that formation next chapter...but first..Dinner at the Jounouchi’s! Hope you enjoy the chapter!

Anon: Oh yes, jealously is definitely a theme here! Evil shall be my middle name! Mwa ha ha!


*Enjoy*

“Ain’t shit on...”, mumbles a deep voice. A blonde ponytail sweeps over a hard muscled shoulder, lightly grazing a bare chest as a black bandana wraps over ruly bangs. Dark blue jean clad legs and biker boots rests lazily over the low sitting coffee table.

The only thing lighting up the living room was the blue haze of the T.V, which would occasionally give way to pitch darkness every time a strong firm bronzed hand would mash random buttons on the small remote.

“I wonder if there’s any beer left in the fridge...” the same voice drones out, thick fingers rubbing over a thin blonde mustache and goatee.

Suddenly the door opens and slams shut as frantic footsteps rushes in, the crinkling sounds of plastic accompanying the noise.

Hard, piercing hazel eyes squints tightly as the room becomes engulfed in light.
“Gah-damn, boy!” Jounouchi Sr whips his head around at the intruder, a younger version of himself. He stares intently at the grocery bag. “Ya got any beer in dat bag?”

Jou sighs as he shakes his head. How he went through the whole day without feeling even remotely embarrassed about his angel seeing this bastard lying carelessly on the green coach was beyond him.

“Er, no, ole man. Ya know I’m not old enough ta buy beer yet.” The blonde teen then proceeds to walk into the small kitchen.

“Shit, well let me know when ya turn eighteen...” The hand containing the worn remote resumes its duties.

“AY POPS! I told ya ta put the spaghetti in da pot and put it on da stove!” Jou yells out in frustration as he pops his head out into the living room.

“I did.” comes the grunt reply. The T.V finally settling on a classic mob movie.

“No ya didn’t!”

“Well what da hell did I do den?” Jounouchi Sr leans his head back so his eyes could clash with those of his son’s.

“Ya put da pot of water on da stove with no damn spaghetti!” Jou screeches as he holds the unopen pack of pasta.

“Well, shit close enough. I nevah told ya I was Chef fuckin’ Boyardee!” The older blonde shifts his head back towards the television just in time to see some random guy get the third eye by a Baretta. He chuckles slightly.

Jou rolls his eyes heavenward, says a silent prayer and disappears back into the kitchen. After dropping him off, Seto will be due to come back very soon! It was a good thing that he knew his dad too well and prepared early this morning before school. Most of dinner was done except for the spaghetti.

“So when’s the little fuck comin’?” asks the head of the house, lazily.

Jou groans at the name for his angel and replies, “Soon and promise ya will act a lil less da asshole den usual when he gets here!”

Grunts in response before saying, “Rather be ah asshole den fuck em.”

Jou grins as he walks over to the coach. “You’ll like him, ole man. Just give him a chance.”

“What da fuck ever, I just know he bettah hurry da hell up so I can eat!”

Jou gives another sigh as he playfully punches his Otousan in the shoulder and disappears in the back to freshen up.

“Where da hell did I go wrong...” the elder blonde mumbles as he shifts to get more comfortable in his spot. His eyes lids getting heavy...

DING DONG

Waking up with a snort, Jounouchi Sr. looks at the T.V only to see rolling movie credits and then looks toward the offending door that had awaken him. A excited younger blonde wearing a black tank top with khaki cargo shorts, rushes out from the back to get it, only to stop dead in his tracks as he made it at the kitchen. A silent stream of curses floats out from the area as a loud clamor of a pot hits the sink. Apparently the boiling water of the spaghetti had ran over...

Jou then walks out of the kitchen, wiping his hands with a few paper towels as he finally makes his way to the door.

Swinging it open, he gazes upon the cutest thing he has ever seen. A black baseball cap loosely hangs over unsure azure eyes. A slender pale body adorned in a white sort of tight tank top and black jean shorts that reaches to the ankles. Black and white Adidas on nervous shifting feet.

“Why Seto...I didn’t know ya had it in ya ta be hip.” the blonde quips with a smirk.

“Dammit mutt! Just let me in so we can get this over with!” came the hushed and frantic reply.

Closing the door, leaving it slightly ajar, Jou puts his hands on stiff pale shoulders, messaging them.

“Kaib, relax! It’s not going ta do ya any good ta look like a deer caught in headlights!” replies the blonde with a soothing voice.
No reply came and Jou took it as a clue to proceed as he took his boyfriend’s hand to walk. He didn’t even budge since two feet were still planted to the ground.

Heaving a huge sigh, lips move forward to a pale ear and whispers something that immediately had red clashing with the black hat on brunet hair.

Kaiba fumbles with the paper bag that he had beside his feet as he let the smug blonde tug him inside.

However, the CEO only got a little ways in before he felt his legs lock up as he stares at the blonde behemoth sitting on the coach. Sharp hazel eyes cutting through his soul.

“So you da one dat turned my son gay...” a gruff voice suddenly rasps out.

The brunet practically jumps out his skin at the accusation, a warm hand immediately caressing the small of his back.

“No, pops” Jou replies, drily, “He’s da one I’ve fallen in love wit and his name is Seto.”
He then turned towards his angel who like a soon to be heart attack patient and said, “Don’t pay dis big idiot any mind, he just like ta talk.”

Idiot was something the brunet could handle, but the fact that he’s so big, nothing but muscle, was scaring the shit out of him! He was nothing like the business suit clad bastards he have to deal with on a daily basis, this brute look fit to kill.

“Well come on in and sit ya ass down boy! Da chair ain’t gonna walk up ta ya!”

Seto with his blonde gently guiding him, quickly walks to the chair across from the couch and sits down.

“I-It’s...ahem...It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jounouchi-sama.” Seto manages to croak out.

“Shit, Tatsuya will do just fine.” the older Jounouchi says sitting up. “So ya parents know about ya datin’ boys?”

Jou inwardly winces at the question. “I don’ think...”

“Both my parents died some time ago.” Seto answers cutting off his lover.

“So you’re adopted den.” Tatsuya inquires.

“Iie, I live on my own, with a younger brother.” the brunet answers, once again calmly.

“Damn, boy! Ya still a baby! How in da hell are ya takin’ care of yourself!”

“I have a job...” the blue eyed teen croaks out, inwardly hoping that the conversation doesn’t go any further than that.

“Must be a damn good job...” Jounouchi Sr begins.

“So pops, did I mention how incredible intelligent Seto is? He’s top of da class!” Jou pipes in, sensing his angel’s tension.

“Yea? Well I guess dats good. Mah son here, gots no bit of sense than dat shoe ovah there. Maybe you can rub some of dat off on him.”

While the younger blonde blushes madly at the comment, Seto felt himself relax and begins to snicker. However he chocks over it causing him to snort as he heard the next but random question.

“So who’s doin’ da fuckin’?”

Turning ghostly white, the brunet begins to mouth some words but none of them haven’t quite made its way out. Except...”What?”

“Ah What da fuck?! What kind of damn question is dat?!” Jou shrieks, his face even redder.

“A very damn good question! I wanna know if mah son is being da man or da bitch! Give me SOME pride in callin’ ya son, shit!” the elder blonde replies, moving forward to grab his red shirt off the coffee table.

“Oh fer da love...” the hazel-eyed teen mumbles loudly as he stands up. “Let’s jus eat.”

Seto nods dumbly as he quickly gets up to follow.

“So what’s in da bag?” asks Tatsuya finally noticing the rather large paper bag by the chair.

“Uh, it’s for you” Seto replies with a shaken voice as he stops in his tracks. Jou had went on ahead to prepare dinner.

“Fer me, huh? Ya shouldn’t have...” the older Jounouchi drones more to himself as he motions over to pick up the bag.

Jou briefly cleans up the mess the spaghetti had made from earlier as he takes out the spaghetti sauce, salad, garlic bread, and the strawberry cheesecake he had set aside to thaw. He then reaches into the refrigerator and pulls out some lemonade.

“WHOOOOO HAAAA!”

Startled, the blonde whips his head around just as his VERY happy father walks into the kitchen with a case of beer in one arm and a VERY scared Seto in a headlock with the other arm.

“Ay, look what da lil fuck got me! Beer!” Tatsuya bellows out as he extends his arm with the prized beverage. “And it’s da good shit too!”

Jou couldn’t help but laugh at the funny display. “Dat’s ah well an’ good, ole man. But do ya mine letting mah boyfriend go? His face is lookin’ jus as blue as his eyes.”

A thick muscled brawny arm immediately relaxes around a thin pale neck. Seto gasps in some much needed air.

“Ah, sorry about dat, kid. Ya good?” the elder Jounouchi asks with a smirk.

“Peachy”, the brunet rasps out.

Still chuckling, the younger blonde walks over to the table and arranges everything. “Ok, ya guys. Come and get it!”

“Dat’s what I’m talkin’ about! Good food and good beer!” Tatsuya exclaims taking a bottle out of the case and chugging it down.

“Shit its nice and cold! Ya alright in mah book, kid.” Jounouchi Sr said as he roughly slaps Seto on the back.

Wincing at sudden force applied to his slightly sensitive back, Seto smiles weakly. “Glad, I got your approval, Tatsuya-san.”

Jou feeling himself bubble up with happiness, sits down at the small table with everyone else following his example. Seto sitting beside him and his dad sitting across from the couple.

“Ya know, I got da best idea I’ve had in a long time!” the bigger blonde said as he got himself a big helping of spaghetti.

“Oh yea, pops? What’s dat?” Jou asks as he pours himself some lemonade.

“Well shit, since ya boy toy here don’ have a family. Let’s adopt him into ours by invitin’ him ta the infamous Jounouchi family reunion!” Tatsuya replies as he lifts a big glob of his spaghetti and dumps it into his mouth.

“Shit! Dat’s right! It starts tomorrow doesn’t it? I had totally forgotten about it!” exclaims Jou as he looks to his lover. “How about it? It’s not often we get to have it here in Japan. Usually we have it ovah at the States in New York.”

Fuck! There’s MORE of them? Seto laughs weakly. “Uh, so why were the reunions more over in America?”

Chewing on some lettuce, Jou explains. “Well our American side of da family is way biggah so everyone thought its less of a hassle to jus have it ova dere.”

“Hell if we know why all of a sudden dey want ta have it here! I guess dey wanted a change...” continues Tatsuya as he helps himself to more spaghetti.

“Oh”, the brunet mumbles. It must be a Jounouchi conspiracy! Somehow they all knew about him dating one of their kind and now all of them wants to migrate here to torture him! That must be it.

Knowing the familiar internal battle that his angel was having, Jou grins. “Ah, c’mon, Set! It’ll be fun! But we’ll talk about it lata, ok? You haven’t even touched your food.”

The brunet look down at his untouched plate and realizes that the Jounouchis were already on their second plate!

Picking up his fork, Seto gently takes some strands of pasta and wraps it around before placing it in his mouth, not once slurping. Totally oblivious to the observant stare of one Tatsuya Jounouchi.

“You’re one of dose rich fucks...” It wasn’t exactly a question. The obvious perfect hygiene, the sophisticated way the brunet talks, hell even the way his young ass was getting beer, all now made sense to the elder Jounouchi.

At first, the blue-eyed teen with a mouth full of spaghetti, scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. But then he looks down at his plate, some pasta was already in the process of being wrapped around the fork again.

Realizing his mistake, Seto quickly swallows his mouthful and put his fork down.

Jou looks angrily at his father. “So he’s rich, so what?”

“Nothin’ I guess...”the bigger blonde drawls out. “Believe it or not, I jus don’ won’ to see ya hurt.”

“Well ya don’ have ta worry! Seto will nevah hurt me! So don’ get all stereotypical!” exclaims Jou, grabbing one of his lover’s hands.

“Well ya can’t blame me for being careful! A rich fuck is why we only half a family!” Tatsuya takes a long swig at his beer.

“What da fuck! Ya can’t blame him for dat!” the hazel-eyed teen yells out.

“Exactly what kind of work ya do, boy?” Jounouchi Sr asks sternly, ignoring his son at the moment.

Seto lets out a huge sigh, somehow in a family like this, he really wasn’t surprised at Jou’s father's reaction. For once he wished he wasn’t the Great Kaiba Seto...at least for tonight anyway.

“I’m a CEO of mega-corporation...Kaiba Corp.” Seto replies hesitantly.

“Oh Gah-dammit. He’s of da worst kind! Corporate scum!” Tatsuya growls out as he looks to his son, who looking incredibly nonchalant.

“Gee, ole man. He’s been all ova media...where have ya been in a hole?” Jou says, irritably.

“Katsuya, I know I can’t force ya out of dis but listen ta me when I tell ya, he’s probably bad news! I use ta fight with a prick all da damn time in high school and now da fuck has mah wife and daughter!”

Seto fidgets in his seat, thanking every god there could possibly be, that they never told him exactly how they REALLY met.

“Shit, dad! You always gotta go and fuck things up! Everything was going jus fine!” Jou yells as he pulls him and his boyfriend up. “We’re leaving!”

Tatsuya sighs, even he knew that he was being a little unfair. “Ah, fuck. Look....I..um...well shit he can still come to da family reunion if he wants.” he grumbles.

Jou relaxed a little but he knew that the happy little atmosphere at the table is officially ruined.
Also he felt bad for his angel and realizes he should’ve considered exactly WHY the brunet was so nervous in the first place. He decides to call it quits anyway.

“Let’s jus continue dis some other time...” the younger blonde suggested, “I’m going ta spend da night ova Seto’s.”

Jou quickly walks to the door and slips on his shoes. He then proceeds to interlace his fingers with trembling pale ones as he makes he way out the door.

“Nite, dad.” as he closes the door behind him.

A glass bottle found its way against a nearby wall as it separates into hundreds of shards.

“FUCK!” Tatsuya screams out as he runs his fingers through his bangs.

RING RING

Letting his breathing slow down close to normal, the elder Jounouchi walks over to the phone. “Who da hell...”

He picks it up after the third ring. “Jounouchi”

Hazel eyes widen at the familiar female voice..

“Leiko...how da hell ya get mah numba!”

Words floats out of the receiver in frantic words and sobs.

“Shit calm da fuck down! And tell me what da hell is wrong!?” Tatsuya screams at his ex-wife.


To be continued...


Miss Summers is revealed and Kaiba finds himself pulled deeper and deeper into the serious dysfunctional problems of the Jounouchi clan