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:
1,819
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Part 5
Part 5
[Flashback]
“Gimme back my card! You twisted ass!”
There he stood. High headed, proofed, didn’t notice it was raining. His eyes full of disgrace. Jounouchi was going nowhere what was clear visible or you have to be blind. His muscles tensed, his view pointing to Kaiba, burning into.
So what about Kaiba? His first shock went with building up his manly body before Jounouchi watching down to him with less emotional expressions as frozen ice.
Kaiba’s head exploded but he didn’t show. Just his typicall poker face which more reminded of a mask with no life. Just .... empty...
What shall he do? Closing door? Give him his card? Blaming the truth? Tell himself lies? Creating opportunities? Flipping the situation?
Why the heck the mutt has to show up? Right now before him? He still didn’t know how to deal with that skirmish of the today happened events and now the puppy forced them to the next. Bravo.
It sucked. Sucking himself being that ... behind. So he just ... did the same as Jounouchi.
“Couldn’t you find a home for yourself, stray dog? Or why you bark outside here?”
Kaiba closed the door behind him stepping outside.
“Or are you on a ride just because you had the spontanious idea wasting my time?”
“IF YOU DON’T JUST STOP THAT SHIT, I’LL...”
“What you will .... do? Exactly what puppy?”
[Flashback End]
The Gin was empty. Again. It was already his second bottle but he standed for it. The effect killing his feelings dismissed. Perhaps it would spread through his body after the third ... and fourth.
Kaiba slowly stood up and tried to control his dizzy motoric. Ok, he was drunk but not enough he thought in his totally nebulic mind.
It still was in his head ... Jounouchis face. His tight grip ... his harsh and overloaded words ... his hard punches ... his slight hips ... his lips ... and ... eyes. Such sad eyes ... because of him. Being tortured because of him. What Kaiba didn’t want to be. Not being the hated one he wasn’t. Being called a lie. The reason, the scapegoat.
Damn, it hurted. Why he can’t just act honest. What he was and is? Being what he feels and not being forced in playing par part in this false cursed game. He wanted it for being real...
CRASSSHHHH
“Fuck!”
The full bottle crashed. Kaiba had let it dropped after closing the freezer- His hands just were too shaky. He bowed down reaching out his shivering hands for the scattered pieces of broken glass collecting them up on his left palm.
Focusing his work the blue but mostly dark lilac mark on his wristle flashed outside of his longarm, white button shirt. Its color was already fading but it suddenly showed Kaiba why it was there. Why there were scratches and this spots on his arms.
[Flashback]
Jounouchis punch hit him hard and directly into his face. Kaiba lost his balance tripping upwards the entrance stairs and felt with his knees down onto the rain saoked earth. Dirt splashes onto his pants and shirt.
A second punch twisted him into a mangy position. That was enough. Kaiba countered a kick aiming for his stomach as he catched Jounouchis leg pulling it down with both arms. Jounouchi’s body made a hard contact with the floor. Sure his clothes were full of sludge now too.
But Jounouchi didn’t stop the brawl. No. His elbow cracked down between Kaibas rips so that he had to cough and was compoud with his already heavy breathing.
“KAIBA, PUT THAT IN YOUR PIPE AND SMOKE IT: I HATE YOU, YOU LISTEN!!!! HAATEEEEE YOUUUU!” Jounouchi was in a worse state and started a stonk full of attacks trying to free his legs.
But for Kaiba ... it was enough. He catched Jounouchies wristles, pulled him leftwards and rolled up on him, pinching Jounouchi under him. He screamed.
“OK I GOT IT!”
“LET GO OFF ME!”
“WHY?
“BECAUSE ...... because ... be ...”
Tears. So helpless. So weak. Defeated. He closed his eyes .. asking finally.
“... Do you ... ?”
“Hate you? ...” Kaiba re-quested.
“I do because you want me to so, don’t you?”
A heat sigh full of tears flewed out of Jounouchi and didn’t see Kaiba bowing down close his ears whispering.
“But ... my love ... will be my vengeance!” and kissed him.
[Flashback End]
There it happened. A cut. Deep cut. Right into his fingers.
“Shit.”
The blood dropped down sprinkling red bubbles onto the floor. Kaiba, watching it, was paralyzed. His eyes became .. frightened ..scared ... like he had seen a ghost ... had seen something happening ... soon.
---- to be continued ---
[Flashback]
“Gimme back my card! You twisted ass!”
There he stood. High headed, proofed, didn’t notice it was raining. His eyes full of disgrace. Jounouchi was going nowhere what was clear visible or you have to be blind. His muscles tensed, his view pointing to Kaiba, burning into.
So what about Kaiba? His first shock went with building up his manly body before Jounouchi watching down to him with less emotional expressions as frozen ice.
Kaiba’s head exploded but he didn’t show. Just his typicall poker face which more reminded of a mask with no life. Just .... empty...
What shall he do? Closing door? Give him his card? Blaming the truth? Tell himself lies? Creating opportunities? Flipping the situation?
Why the heck the mutt has to show up? Right now before him? He still didn’t know how to deal with that skirmish of the today happened events and now the puppy forced them to the next. Bravo.
It sucked. Sucking himself being that ... behind. So he just ... did the same as Jounouchi.
“Couldn’t you find a home for yourself, stray dog? Or why you bark outside here?”
Kaiba closed the door behind him stepping outside.
“Or are you on a ride just because you had the spontanious idea wasting my time?”
“IF YOU DON’T JUST STOP THAT SHIT, I’LL...”
“What you will .... do? Exactly what puppy?”
[Flashback End]
The Gin was empty. Again. It was already his second bottle but he standed for it. The effect killing his feelings dismissed. Perhaps it would spread through his body after the third ... and fourth.
Kaiba slowly stood up and tried to control his dizzy motoric. Ok, he was drunk but not enough he thought in his totally nebulic mind.
It still was in his head ... Jounouchis face. His tight grip ... his harsh and overloaded words ... his hard punches ... his slight hips ... his lips ... and ... eyes. Such sad eyes ... because of him. Being tortured because of him. What Kaiba didn’t want to be. Not being the hated one he wasn’t. Being called a lie. The reason, the scapegoat.
Damn, it hurted. Why he can’t just act honest. What he was and is? Being what he feels and not being forced in playing par part in this false cursed game. He wanted it for being real...
CRASSSHHHH
“Fuck!”
The full bottle crashed. Kaiba had let it dropped after closing the freezer- His hands just were too shaky. He bowed down reaching out his shivering hands for the scattered pieces of broken glass collecting them up on his left palm.
Focusing his work the blue but mostly dark lilac mark on his wristle flashed outside of his longarm, white button shirt. Its color was already fading but it suddenly showed Kaiba why it was there. Why there were scratches and this spots on his arms.
[Flashback]
Jounouchis punch hit him hard and directly into his face. Kaiba lost his balance tripping upwards the entrance stairs and felt with his knees down onto the rain saoked earth. Dirt splashes onto his pants and shirt.
A second punch twisted him into a mangy position. That was enough. Kaiba countered a kick aiming for his stomach as he catched Jounouchis leg pulling it down with both arms. Jounouchi’s body made a hard contact with the floor. Sure his clothes were full of sludge now too.
But Jounouchi didn’t stop the brawl. No. His elbow cracked down between Kaibas rips so that he had to cough and was compoud with his already heavy breathing.
“KAIBA, PUT THAT IN YOUR PIPE AND SMOKE IT: I HATE YOU, YOU LISTEN!!!! HAATEEEEE YOUUUU!” Jounouchi was in a worse state and started a stonk full of attacks trying to free his legs.
But for Kaiba ... it was enough. He catched Jounouchies wristles, pulled him leftwards and rolled up on him, pinching Jounouchi under him. He screamed.
“OK I GOT IT!”
“LET GO OFF ME!”
“WHY?
“BECAUSE ...... because ... be ...”
Tears. So helpless. So weak. Defeated. He closed his eyes .. asking finally.
“... Do you ... ?”
“Hate you? ...” Kaiba re-quested.
“I do because you want me to so, don’t you?”
A heat sigh full of tears flewed out of Jounouchi and didn’t see Kaiba bowing down close his ears whispering.
“But ... my love ... will be my vengeance!” and kissed him.
[Flashback End]
There it happened. A cut. Deep cut. Right into his fingers.
“Shit.”
The blood dropped down sprinkling red bubbles onto the floor. Kaiba, watching it, was paralyzed. His eyes became .. frightened ..scared ... like he had seen a ghost ... had seen something happening ... soon.
---- to be continued ---