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Chapter 3
Fall from Eden
Chapter 3
prologue, ch 1-4, epilogue
A/N: For my lovely Reviewer’s question, before Jou headed over to the cute stranger he saw on the dance floor, he did consider that the alcohol he had consumed may have been clouding his judgement, and before he took Seto back to his hotel he decided what the heck was the big deal with a quick tryst. His memories of his adolescent crush is still familiar enough for him to follow his carnal instincts.
Sorry I have a bad habit of leaving hints to these things rather than spelling it out. I’ll try to work on that.
SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING SOONER! I’m about a week late but I had a minor emotional breakdown and have been lethargic as a result. I still feel detached now but I am forcing myself to get this going so I do not abandon it forever. If it sucks, you ought to figure why.
Warnings: This chapter will explore Seto’s psychological issues and Katsuya’s (Sorry if you guys prefer the use of his nickname, Jou, I just really like his first name. It’s purdy.) This is important... There is a small amount of violence and such but absolutely no lemon... This is a plot chapter, plain and simple.
Now on with the show.
“Dammit Mutt,” Seto swore when he and Katsuya awoke in the late evening. “I really can’t stand.”
“Yer over exaggerating,” Katsuya laughed and kneaded Seto’s lower back.. “You just stretched some muscles. I’ll rub’em out.”
“I stretched them?” Seto peered over his shoulder and then relaxed to enjoy Katsuya’s massage. He was conscious grateful that in the entire night, Katsuya had not once mentioned a word over any of this scars. Seto had no interest in keeping any relationship with Katsuya and these scars had stories of which Seto had no desire to share with a fling.
“I stretched’em,” Jou ran is hand absentmindedly over Seto’s buttocks. “You helped.”
“Baka...” Seto grumbled and shut his eyes. Despite his chilliness the whole purpose of his night out had been to relax and fill the abyss with in himself, and shagging Jou had certainly managed that; at least for a few days.
“So, Dragon-baby,” Katsuya breathed apprehensively. “You’ve gotta lotta scars. Some... in funny spots. This was Gozaburo wasn’t.”
Seto’s whole being tensed. This was not something he wanted to talk about. This was not something he wanted a casual fling to know, not even Katsuya. But then, why did the Mutt if manage any special spot in him mind any way? How did the damn Mutt get an “even” distinction.
“Yes. Their from him,” Seto tried to relax but he felt bile rising in his stomach. He didn’t realize he was whispering until he said: “Most of them anyway.”
“We’ll got to your hotel as soon as we have a quick shower,” Katsuya attempted to sooth the tense CEO. Back in college, Katsuya had studied Psychology in great length and he was fairly certain that Seto suffered not only from PTSD, but also from Attachment Disorder. Seto was promiscuous and distant from everyone; he even had been in High School. It ate and Katsuya that he wanted a relationship with Seto; he simply did not want to leave this at a casual fling, however from Seto’s mental health it was likely that Seto would not want a relationship. Go figure, Jou always had a bad habit of going after the unattainable guys.
Unlike their previous showers, this time Seto and Katsuya simply cleaned and dressed. The blond wanted to distance himself from Seto before he got anymore involved. Unfortunately from Katsuya he was already certain it would be a long time before he would get over his Dragon-baby. Having Seto’s arms around him as the rode his bike to the CEO’s hotel was a lesson in torture. Would Katsuya always miss the intimacy he had felt with Seto? There was no doubt in the fact that Seto would not be inviting him in. Sadly the ride was far too short, and it was only minutes before Seto got off the bike and handed his helmet to Katsuya
“See you around, Mutt,” if he hadn’t experienced their night together, Katsuya would not have known that there was anything between them from the sound of Seto’s voice.
“Remember what I said about therapy, Seto,” Jou warned. “I will make sure you do, or I will call Mokuba..”
Perhaps the threat was a poor good-bye but Katsuya wanted to make very certain that Seto took care of himself. A fact of Psychology is that being suffering from disorders who were promiscuous as a result were often also severely depressed. Considering Katsuya was certain Seto had at some point in his childhood been raped, it was not far fetched to believe that he would have high risks of depression and suicide. Jou still remember the sweet young kid that Mokuba had been back when they all were younger, and he had no intention of standing around and risking the boy lose his only family.
Katsuya watched as Seto walked into his hotel. A wave of grief nearly crippled him as he started his bike and began the ride back to his hotel. This is why he didn’t sleep around; as far as sex was concerned, for Katsuya, it was far to an emotional experience to do so casually. Damn him for over drinking. It was just this last case that had really gotten to the Forensic Artist. Modeling a face from the skull of a small child just so he could be identified, was simply too depressing at times. At least now that little boy’s parents would know what had happened to him; sure they would know that he had been horribly tortured and raped before he was buried alive, but at least they would know.
“Dammit Katsuya. Ya should never have gone to that club. Now yer gonna be hankerin’ for that hot, emotionally unstable ass for weeks.”
***
Much like Katsuya, Seto was pining over their night together. Ever since he had returned to his hotel room, the cold emptiness had returned to Seto’s stomach; usually Seto had a few days of peace before the emptiness came back, but this time was different. Seto really had no choice but to admit to himself that he even now still remembered and desired Jonouichi. Kami-sama, damn that hot blond.
The only reason Seto had gone to Fall from Eden was to relieve the dull ache from his soul for a few days, and he would be damned if he was going to let the Mutt ruin that for him. When night came again, Seto decked himself out in low-rise blue jeans and a close fitting black t-shirt. This time around, Seto was going to make damn certain that this one night stand stayed that way.
Seto took a taxi to the club since he had not as of yet picked up his car. Much like every time he came here, Seto sauntered onto the dance floor and grooved as he waited for someone to take interest in him. First a red head, and then brunette made a moves on Seto but he felt no attraction to either of them or their respective auras. This had happened before, and as always, Seto rejected the men. After being in the club for only one half hour Seto became frustrated and retreated from the dance floor into the bathroom.
The CEO was frustrated and splashed water on his face. Though at first he was alone in the room; did notice another man enter the room and head over to one of the urinals. This was of not concern to Seto who had by now come to the conclusion that his jaunt to Eden was an abysmal failure. He growled low in his throat and turned to leave.
Without warning the other man was behind Seto and pinning his arms. Seto immediately thought of Gozaburo and flew into attack mode. There was no thought to Seto’s moves, just primal defense. Seto yelped in pain as the man throw him hard against the wall. Through his fight or flight mode, Seto realized that this was the brunette he had dismissed on the dance floor. Terror struck the young man as he felt the larger man press against him revealing the bulge in his attackers pants. This was not what Seto wanted. He in the end chose his flings, Seto was not so casual that he would just allow someone to rape him.
“Get off of me!” Seto yelled and prayed that despite the music, someone would hear him.
“Too good for me, Jap?” The attacker sneered and gripped Seto’s biceps in an attempt to stop the CEO’s fight.
“GET OFF!” Seto cried out again. This was not supposed to happen again. This was never supposed to happen again!
“Get off of him!” Seto thanked every god that ever was as he heard Katsuya’s voice and felt his attacker thrown away.
As he turned around Seto saw Katsuya get stuck in the face and stumble. More terror than Seto had felt since Mokuba had been kidnap by Noa flowed over Seto, and he realized at that vary instant that he cared for the Goddamn Mutt. In fact, he felt what he had no better word for in his frazzled state as love.
“Mind you own business punk!” Seto’s attacker sneered and Katsuya, and though it disgusted him, Seto was frozen to the wall.
“Go to hell, ya rat bastard!” Katsuya waled on the asshole and in seconds after a kick in the solar plexus and slamming the creeps face into his knee, Katsuya emerged as the victor.
“Seto,” Katsuya panted. “I’m taken ya home with me.”
Normally Seto would have immediately refused, normally he would have shoved his way passed Jonouichi and made his own way home; but as Seto felt himself shake, as he felt the panic continue to radiate through his body, he knew better than to refuse Katsuya. Right now he was happy to be like a miserable child and cling to the safest being in his presence.
The pair exited the bathroom and the bar nonchalantly. Neither said a word as Jou drove them back to his hotel on his bike. Neither spoke as they entered the hotel or the elevator. It wasn’t until Jou had Seto safely into the hotel room that he broke down.
“Are y’alright?!” Katsuya held Seto’s shoulders and stared panicked into Seto’s eyes. “Did that bastard hurt ya?”
“Yes,” Seto shut his eyes and slowly opened them. “No... Yes, I’m alright, no he didn’t heard me.”
Seto was shaking again. He felt so overwhelmed as the adrenaline faded; Seto didn’t even realize he was collapsing until he found himself in Katsuya’s arms. Seto didn’t even realize he was sobbing until he felt Katsuya stroke his back and as he felt Katsuya shirt grow wet with his tears.
“It’s okay, Dragon-Baby,” Katsuya cooed softly. “I ain’t gonna let anyone hurt ya again.”
It didn’t matter who ridiculous it really was, but Seto believed Katsuya. He genuinely felt as though he was safe in the Mutt’s arms. For well over a half an hour Seto rested in the security of Katsuya’s embrace. For the first time in a very long time Seto felt warm, content, safe. It was the last thought that was truly stunning. Seto had not realized that for so many years he had actually been constantly nervous or ill at ease. There had never been, until now, a time or place where Seto did not have the dread of something happening to Mokuba or to his company. Right now, Seto was safe.
“Seto-Baby,” Jou softly kissed the top of Seto’s head. “I hope ya realize that I am not lettin’ ya go now. No more flings, no more shit, your going to get help to cope with all the shit that sick fuck did to you, and I’m gonna be right there with you.”
“You work here now, Mutt,” Seto looked up at Katsuya. “What are you going to do? Just drop your job?”
“I’m on vacation time now that my case is over,” Jou wrapped his arms tighter around Seto and rested his chin on Seto’s head. “After that, I’ll figure things out.”
Seto wasn’t certain how to feel over Katsuya’s answer. But it did down on him; what the hell does the damn Mutt do for a living?”
End
A/N: That’s the end of this. And it was indeed a struggle. I have an anxiety disorder and do every few months have a bad attack, that was this month. It’s all okish now. I’m going to Anime North in Toronto Canada on the 24 of May. The convention is from the 26-28 but it is cheaper to go from the 24-30 so my amiga and I are staying at a hostel and are going to relax in the big East. That ought to even me out. Since I am working 6 days straight starting today until Tues so I may or may not update until after my trip. My job is really going to burn me out. Particularly since my latest episode.
Chapter 3
prologue, ch 1-4, epilogue
A/N: For my lovely Reviewer’s question, before Jou headed over to the cute stranger he saw on the dance floor, he did consider that the alcohol he had consumed may have been clouding his judgement, and before he took Seto back to his hotel he decided what the heck was the big deal with a quick tryst. His memories of his adolescent crush is still familiar enough for him to follow his carnal instincts.
Sorry I have a bad habit of leaving hints to these things rather than spelling it out. I’ll try to work on that.
SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING SOONER! I’m about a week late but I had a minor emotional breakdown and have been lethargic as a result. I still feel detached now but I am forcing myself to get this going so I do not abandon it forever. If it sucks, you ought to figure why.
Warnings: This chapter will explore Seto’s psychological issues and Katsuya’s (Sorry if you guys prefer the use of his nickname, Jou, I just really like his first name. It’s purdy.) This is important... There is a small amount of violence and such but absolutely no lemon... This is a plot chapter, plain and simple.
Now on with the show.
“Dammit Mutt,” Seto swore when he and Katsuya awoke in the late evening. “I really can’t stand.”
“Yer over exaggerating,” Katsuya laughed and kneaded Seto’s lower back.. “You just stretched some muscles. I’ll rub’em out.”
“I stretched them?” Seto peered over his shoulder and then relaxed to enjoy Katsuya’s massage. He was conscious grateful that in the entire night, Katsuya had not once mentioned a word over any of this scars. Seto had no interest in keeping any relationship with Katsuya and these scars had stories of which Seto had no desire to share with a fling.
“I stretched’em,” Jou ran is hand absentmindedly over Seto’s buttocks. “You helped.”
“Baka...” Seto grumbled and shut his eyes. Despite his chilliness the whole purpose of his night out had been to relax and fill the abyss with in himself, and shagging Jou had certainly managed that; at least for a few days.
“So, Dragon-baby,” Katsuya breathed apprehensively. “You’ve gotta lotta scars. Some... in funny spots. This was Gozaburo wasn’t.”
Seto’s whole being tensed. This was not something he wanted to talk about. This was not something he wanted a casual fling to know, not even Katsuya. But then, why did the Mutt if manage any special spot in him mind any way? How did the damn Mutt get an “even” distinction.
“Yes. Their from him,” Seto tried to relax but he felt bile rising in his stomach. He didn’t realize he was whispering until he said: “Most of them anyway.”
“We’ll got to your hotel as soon as we have a quick shower,” Katsuya attempted to sooth the tense CEO. Back in college, Katsuya had studied Psychology in great length and he was fairly certain that Seto suffered not only from PTSD, but also from Attachment Disorder. Seto was promiscuous and distant from everyone; he even had been in High School. It ate and Katsuya that he wanted a relationship with Seto; he simply did not want to leave this at a casual fling, however from Seto’s mental health it was likely that Seto would not want a relationship. Go figure, Jou always had a bad habit of going after the unattainable guys.
Unlike their previous showers, this time Seto and Katsuya simply cleaned and dressed. The blond wanted to distance himself from Seto before he got anymore involved. Unfortunately from Katsuya he was already certain it would be a long time before he would get over his Dragon-baby. Having Seto’s arms around him as the rode his bike to the CEO’s hotel was a lesson in torture. Would Katsuya always miss the intimacy he had felt with Seto? There was no doubt in the fact that Seto would not be inviting him in. Sadly the ride was far too short, and it was only minutes before Seto got off the bike and handed his helmet to Katsuya
“See you around, Mutt,” if he hadn’t experienced their night together, Katsuya would not have known that there was anything between them from the sound of Seto’s voice.
“Remember what I said about therapy, Seto,” Jou warned. “I will make sure you do, or I will call Mokuba..”
Perhaps the threat was a poor good-bye but Katsuya wanted to make very certain that Seto took care of himself. A fact of Psychology is that being suffering from disorders who were promiscuous as a result were often also severely depressed. Considering Katsuya was certain Seto had at some point in his childhood been raped, it was not far fetched to believe that he would have high risks of depression and suicide. Jou still remember the sweet young kid that Mokuba had been back when they all were younger, and he had no intention of standing around and risking the boy lose his only family.
Katsuya watched as Seto walked into his hotel. A wave of grief nearly crippled him as he started his bike and began the ride back to his hotel. This is why he didn’t sleep around; as far as sex was concerned, for Katsuya, it was far to an emotional experience to do so casually. Damn him for over drinking. It was just this last case that had really gotten to the Forensic Artist. Modeling a face from the skull of a small child just so he could be identified, was simply too depressing at times. At least now that little boy’s parents would know what had happened to him; sure they would know that he had been horribly tortured and raped before he was buried alive, but at least they would know.
“Dammit Katsuya. Ya should never have gone to that club. Now yer gonna be hankerin’ for that hot, emotionally unstable ass for weeks.”
***
Much like Katsuya, Seto was pining over their night together. Ever since he had returned to his hotel room, the cold emptiness had returned to Seto’s stomach; usually Seto had a few days of peace before the emptiness came back, but this time was different. Seto really had no choice but to admit to himself that he even now still remembered and desired Jonouichi. Kami-sama, damn that hot blond.
The only reason Seto had gone to Fall from Eden was to relieve the dull ache from his soul for a few days, and he would be damned if he was going to let the Mutt ruin that for him. When night came again, Seto decked himself out in low-rise blue jeans and a close fitting black t-shirt. This time around, Seto was going to make damn certain that this one night stand stayed that way.
Seto took a taxi to the club since he had not as of yet picked up his car. Much like every time he came here, Seto sauntered onto the dance floor and grooved as he waited for someone to take interest in him. First a red head, and then brunette made a moves on Seto but he felt no attraction to either of them or their respective auras. This had happened before, and as always, Seto rejected the men. After being in the club for only one half hour Seto became frustrated and retreated from the dance floor into the bathroom.
The CEO was frustrated and splashed water on his face. Though at first he was alone in the room; did notice another man enter the room and head over to one of the urinals. This was of not concern to Seto who had by now come to the conclusion that his jaunt to Eden was an abysmal failure. He growled low in his throat and turned to leave.
Without warning the other man was behind Seto and pinning his arms. Seto immediately thought of Gozaburo and flew into attack mode. There was no thought to Seto’s moves, just primal defense. Seto yelped in pain as the man throw him hard against the wall. Through his fight or flight mode, Seto realized that this was the brunette he had dismissed on the dance floor. Terror struck the young man as he felt the larger man press against him revealing the bulge in his attackers pants. This was not what Seto wanted. He in the end chose his flings, Seto was not so casual that he would just allow someone to rape him.
“Get off of me!” Seto yelled and prayed that despite the music, someone would hear him.
“Too good for me, Jap?” The attacker sneered and gripped Seto’s biceps in an attempt to stop the CEO’s fight.
“GET OFF!” Seto cried out again. This was not supposed to happen again. This was never supposed to happen again!
“Get off of him!” Seto thanked every god that ever was as he heard Katsuya’s voice and felt his attacker thrown away.
As he turned around Seto saw Katsuya get stuck in the face and stumble. More terror than Seto had felt since Mokuba had been kidnap by Noa flowed over Seto, and he realized at that vary instant that he cared for the Goddamn Mutt. In fact, he felt what he had no better word for in his frazzled state as love.
“Mind you own business punk!” Seto’s attacker sneered and Katsuya, and though it disgusted him, Seto was frozen to the wall.
“Go to hell, ya rat bastard!” Katsuya waled on the asshole and in seconds after a kick in the solar plexus and slamming the creeps face into his knee, Katsuya emerged as the victor.
“Seto,” Katsuya panted. “I’m taken ya home with me.”
Normally Seto would have immediately refused, normally he would have shoved his way passed Jonouichi and made his own way home; but as Seto felt himself shake, as he felt the panic continue to radiate through his body, he knew better than to refuse Katsuya. Right now he was happy to be like a miserable child and cling to the safest being in his presence.
The pair exited the bathroom and the bar nonchalantly. Neither said a word as Jou drove them back to his hotel on his bike. Neither spoke as they entered the hotel or the elevator. It wasn’t until Jou had Seto safely into the hotel room that he broke down.
“Are y’alright?!” Katsuya held Seto’s shoulders and stared panicked into Seto’s eyes. “Did that bastard hurt ya?”
“Yes,” Seto shut his eyes and slowly opened them. “No... Yes, I’m alright, no he didn’t heard me.”
Seto was shaking again. He felt so overwhelmed as the adrenaline faded; Seto didn’t even realize he was collapsing until he found himself in Katsuya’s arms. Seto didn’t even realize he was sobbing until he felt Katsuya stroke his back and as he felt Katsuya shirt grow wet with his tears.
“It’s okay, Dragon-Baby,” Katsuya cooed softly. “I ain’t gonna let anyone hurt ya again.”
It didn’t matter who ridiculous it really was, but Seto believed Katsuya. He genuinely felt as though he was safe in the Mutt’s arms. For well over a half an hour Seto rested in the security of Katsuya’s embrace. For the first time in a very long time Seto felt warm, content, safe. It was the last thought that was truly stunning. Seto had not realized that for so many years he had actually been constantly nervous or ill at ease. There had never been, until now, a time or place where Seto did not have the dread of something happening to Mokuba or to his company. Right now, Seto was safe.
“Seto-Baby,” Jou softly kissed the top of Seto’s head. “I hope ya realize that I am not lettin’ ya go now. No more flings, no more shit, your going to get help to cope with all the shit that sick fuck did to you, and I’m gonna be right there with you.”
“You work here now, Mutt,” Seto looked up at Katsuya. “What are you going to do? Just drop your job?”
“I’m on vacation time now that my case is over,” Jou wrapped his arms tighter around Seto and rested his chin on Seto’s head. “After that, I’ll figure things out.”
Seto wasn’t certain how to feel over Katsuya’s answer. But it did down on him; what the hell does the damn Mutt do for a living?”
End
A/N: That’s the end of this. And it was indeed a struggle. I have an anxiety disorder and do every few months have a bad attack, that was this month. It’s all okish now. I’m going to Anime North in Toronto Canada on the 24 of May. The convention is from the 26-28 but it is cheaper to go from the 24-30 so my amiga and I are staying at a hostel and are going to relax in the big East. That ought to even me out. Since I am working 6 days straight starting today until Tues so I may or may not update until after my trip. My job is really going to burn me out. Particularly since my latest episode.