Sound of Souls
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,818
Reviews:
4
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Currently Reading:
0
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Part 4
Part 4
[Flashback]
His head hurted. Hurted like hell. Stupid conference. The news just were as thought not more as fly-by-night and he had been close in kicking out some persons who just had said some single words about they were sorry. But good for them they didn’t. Not good for Kaibas mood.
“Brother, have to tell you. Today i got ...”
“Not now, Mokuba. Please just leave me alone. The work today just pissed me off and I don’t want it to be you who has to pay for it.”
“Sorry.....” Mokuba left Seto alone, closing the office door behind him, returning back to “Super Mario Part 12” which still was running on his GameCube plugged into the TV downstairs in the living room. He didn’t want to find out why and about what his brother was pissed off he just was sure it can end ... how to say ... ain’t comfortable .... frankly less as straight solved.
Seto just benched over his desk supporting his head on his hands. Headache. One of its worst version. When its itching in the back and front. One where no paracetamol can shut down the damn fucking pain.
His mind was dull. Who can blame him. It was asbolutely no wonder. And why? Because of the blonde. Because of this .... two words .... with so much meaning.
[[HATE YOUUUUUUUU, YOU LISTEN?]]
So helpless for the first time in his life. So despoiled from his perseverance. Damaged beyond logic. The answers didn’t just come up as he needed them. Just more and more questions. So much head kicking questions ... and raising more volume. Too loud for scant. Too visible for a stamp out. Mokuba already had proofed.
There he was. Mentally making notices ... trying, ok.
[[Calm down, Seto. Step by step. First ... why ... he did this to you? This feeling....]]
He was helpless. He couldn’t sort that feeling into one category. This feeling when Jounouchi stand before him, tugging on him, showing tears. Shouting. Yelling. Giving him the ..... hard time. The moment when your brain does something totally different as your body wants and actually does. When you have to decide. To choose. And pass. Yes, he totally passed. And it was wrong.
Pulling out a white letter he started to write some memos down. Rebuilding his last minds.
A door bell. Seto checked the time. Close 11pm. Damn. The payment for the head move was treatened with an extra nice pain. He took a view on the letter and realized it was showing him a just hard single written “Katsuya”. So finally his enemies first name was in his mind. Great. Wonderfull.
He rushed out of the room downstairs. Second shrill ring. It was going to get nasty. Third and Fourth. Seto was to slow but not to slow opening the door before the fifth. Now his hehe hhe had found new reasons for existment.
“Nowadays showing good manners isn’t that big collective national sportsart anymore!”
“I want my card back, now!”
Jounouchi. Totally wet because of the rain. Dirt half up his pants. He had been running Seto thought.
“And don’t start such a fuck shrift again like today afternoon!”
[Flachback End]
------- to be continued ---------
[Flashback]
His head hurted. Hurted like hell. Stupid conference. The news just were as thought not more as fly-by-night and he had been close in kicking out some persons who just had said some single words about they were sorry. But good for them they didn’t. Not good for Kaibas mood.
“Brother, have to tell you. Today i got ...”
“Not now, Mokuba. Please just leave me alone. The work today just pissed me off and I don’t want it to be you who has to pay for it.”
“Sorry.....” Mokuba left Seto alone, closing the office door behind him, returning back to “Super Mario Part 12” which still was running on his GameCube plugged into the TV downstairs in the living room. He didn’t want to find out why and about what his brother was pissed off he just was sure it can end ... how to say ... ain’t comfortable .... frankly less as straight solved.
Seto just benched over his desk supporting his head on his hands. Headache. One of its worst version. When its itching in the back and front. One where no paracetamol can shut down the damn fucking pain.
His mind was dull. Who can blame him. It was asbolutely no wonder. And why? Because of the blonde. Because of this .... two words .... with so much meaning.
[[HATE YOUUUUUUUU, YOU LISTEN?]]
So helpless for the first time in his life. So despoiled from his perseverance. Damaged beyond logic. The answers didn’t just come up as he needed them. Just more and more questions. So much head kicking questions ... and raising more volume. Too loud for scant. Too visible for a stamp out. Mokuba already had proofed.
There he was. Mentally making notices ... trying, ok.
[[Calm down, Seto. Step by step. First ... why ... he did this to you? This feeling....]]
He was helpless. He couldn’t sort that feeling into one category. This feeling when Jounouchi stand before him, tugging on him, showing tears. Shouting. Yelling. Giving him the ..... hard time. The moment when your brain does something totally different as your body wants and actually does. When you have to decide. To choose. And pass. Yes, he totally passed. And it was wrong.
Pulling out a white letter he started to write some memos down. Rebuilding his last minds.
A door bell. Seto checked the time. Close 11pm. Damn. The payment for the head move was treatened with an extra nice pain. He took a view on the letter and realized it was showing him a just hard single written “Katsuya”. So finally his enemies first name was in his mind. Great. Wonderfull.
He rushed out of the room downstairs. Second shrill ring. It was going to get nasty. Third and Fourth. Seto was to slow but not to slow opening the door before the fifth. Now his hehe hhe had found new reasons for existment.
“Nowadays showing good manners isn’t that big collective national sportsart anymore!”
“I want my card back, now!”
Jounouchi. Totally wet because of the rain. Dirt half up his pants. He had been running Seto thought.
“And don’t start such a fuck shrift again like today afternoon!”
[Flachback End]
------- to be continued ---------