Sound of Souls
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,822
Reviews:
4
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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Part 7
Part 7
[Flashback]
The cut finally stopped bleeding. Kaiba had dabbed it with alot steril cotton swabs and some infection liquid just to find out it hurted more as the simple cut. But it had stopped. He hadn’t the time to care more conscientiousnessly. The fact of necessity just flinted him. So he easy coiled the cut with a medical bandage and tucked it. Just looks as good as one of a doctors. Works. The pain was killed with some pills.
So what now? Staying in his bathroom any longer will not solve any problems neither first finding out if... if ... he was right.
He wanted to know. Kaiba wanted to see him but was afraid and transfixed... mentally. His body just screamed also his heart. His emotions bottled up.
“Do it ... damn .... !”
His legs didn’t move. The mirror on the wall reflected his focal. His eyes. As longer he watched it scared him. He scared himself.
“Shall I .... go?”
((Yes, go to Jounouchi.... you know, you have to go!!!))
[Flashback End]
//Kaiba//
So, there he was. Staying under a big tree somewhere in nowhere. Getting soaked from the rain because he was to lazy wasting time putting on some weather safe clothes or looking for an umbrella. In that moment before just unecassary. The bill was expensive.
But he did it. Kaiba was close. First it wasn’t easy to find out his adress but a short call and it was well regulated. And why he hadn’t used his car but did a run? He forgot. Perhaps his running was more motivating as a technical comfort. He didn’t wanted to be lazy ... for him....
But there was no light in Jounouchis room. Sure it was 4am in the morning. He sure sleeps. And he knew when using the bell Jounouchi wasn’t alone. He really didn’t care about Jounouchis parents or father or whatever but he knew that he blamed Jounouchi for the same. Blaming for bad manners. So he will just wait. As long as it would take. Even if he will get pneumonia or just die away right here under this chestnut tree.
The time passed and nothing changed. The storm was getting harder again and he didn’t knew how it was to feel warm. His lips became lightly blue.
Then he saw him.
Staying on his open window.
Taking a deep breath.
His skin totally white. Totally awfull. Because of him. You could see that thoy hoy had cryed. Boys normally don’t cry so you can always see it.
He stepped outside from his hide. And got a reaction. Jounouchi saw him. Not believing that Kaiba was there.
“... Se.... to ...?”
Then it was clear. Kaiba felt it. Like a hot flash jumping from head down to his feet.
Why was he so blind? Why that stupid?
“Katsuya!”
He crossed the street, waiting before the door, not letting Jounouchi out of his view.
((Please, talk with me .....))
//Jounouchi//
“Se...to...!”
Why was Kaiba here? How long he had been here? And actually ... what was it he wanted? Jounouchi couldn’t explain.
So what to do? He hated that man. And it was fucking raining. So why not just shutting the window? Showing him the backside? Laughing? But his legs moved out of his room, stepping down to lower floor, walking to the front door. One Minute.... two minutes .... he opened.
He was totally wet. And you could see through his shirt. Jounouchi blushed a bit and cursed himself for that thoughts in his mind. Instantly he recalled bad bad things Kaiba had said to him. Every single word. And it worked.
“Forgive me!”
What? What had Kaiba said? Sorry? Did he hear a kind of something like “sorry”? It was a joke, wasn’t it. It had to be. It was in the middle of the night, he was totally exhausted, didn’t sleep (or well slept) for even around 29 hours plus his biggest ever most hated enemy who didn’t know any of how he felt about all Kaiba had done to him was staying before him and then this fucking CEO just released a rather simple “forgive me”? Was he dreaming?
“Its yours!”
Kaiba took out a duel card from his pants, water inked wrapped into a plasting sheeting.
It was the REBD.
Their view crossed. And Jounouchi slapt Kaiba right onto his left cheek. Hard. Painfull. Full with disgust. Expressing that this was the most worst humble abtrucious act Kaiba ever had done to him. The sound of the clatching long echoed through the street and was captured by the wind carrying it away.
Both silent. No one said any word. Just blue eyes watching brown eyes. And Jounouchi couldn’t stand for it. This eyes killed him, made his knees shaking. And he didn’t want that happening. So he turned and went back into the house.
“Katsuya ..... wait.....!” but the door got closed. Kaiba was too slow.
--- to be continued ---
[Flashback]
The cut finally stopped bleeding. Kaiba had dabbed it with alot steril cotton swabs and some infection liquid just to find out it hurted more as the simple cut. But it had stopped. He hadn’t the time to care more conscientiousnessly. The fact of necessity just flinted him. So he easy coiled the cut with a medical bandage and tucked it. Just looks as good as one of a doctors. Works. The pain was killed with some pills.
So what now? Staying in his bathroom any longer will not solve any problems neither first finding out if... if ... he was right.
He wanted to know. Kaiba wanted to see him but was afraid and transfixed... mentally. His body just screamed also his heart. His emotions bottled up.
“Do it ... damn .... !”
His legs didn’t move. The mirror on the wall reflected his focal. His eyes. As longer he watched it scared him. He scared himself.
“Shall I .... go?”
((Yes, go to Jounouchi.... you know, you have to go!!!))
[Flashback End]
//Kaiba//
So, there he was. Staying under a big tree somewhere in nowhere. Getting soaked from the rain because he was to lazy wasting time putting on some weather safe clothes or looking for an umbrella. In that moment before just unecassary. The bill was expensive.
But he did it. Kaiba was close. First it wasn’t easy to find out his adress but a short call and it was well regulated. And why he hadn’t used his car but did a run? He forgot. Perhaps his running was more motivating as a technical comfort. He didn’t wanted to be lazy ... for him....
But there was no light in Jounouchis room. Sure it was 4am in the morning. He sure sleeps. And he knew when using the bell Jounouchi wasn’t alone. He really didn’t care about Jounouchis parents or father or whatever but he knew that he blamed Jounouchi for the same. Blaming for bad manners. So he will just wait. As long as it would take. Even if he will get pneumonia or just die away right here under this chestnut tree.
The time passed and nothing changed. The storm was getting harder again and he didn’t knew how it was to feel warm. His lips became lightly blue.
Then he saw him.
Staying on his open window.
Taking a deep breath.
His skin totally white. Totally awfull. Because of him. You could see that thoy hoy had cryed. Boys normally don’t cry so you can always see it.
He stepped outside from his hide. And got a reaction. Jounouchi saw him. Not believing that Kaiba was there.
“... Se.... to ...?”
Then it was clear. Kaiba felt it. Like a hot flash jumping from head down to his feet.
Why was he so blind? Why that stupid?
“Katsuya!”
He crossed the street, waiting before the door, not letting Jounouchi out of his view.
((Please, talk with me .....))
//Jounouchi//
“Se...to...!”
Why was Kaiba here? How long he had been here? And actually ... what was it he wanted? Jounouchi couldn’t explain.
So what to do? He hated that man. And it was fucking raining. So why not just shutting the window? Showing him the backside? Laughing? But his legs moved out of his room, stepping down to lower floor, walking to the front door. One Minute.... two minutes .... he opened.
He was totally wet. And you could see through his shirt. Jounouchi blushed a bit and cursed himself for that thoughts in his mind. Instantly he recalled bad bad things Kaiba had said to him. Every single word. And it worked.
“Forgive me!”
What? What had Kaiba said? Sorry? Did he hear a kind of something like “sorry”? It was a joke, wasn’t it. It had to be. It was in the middle of the night, he was totally exhausted, didn’t sleep (or well slept) for even around 29 hours plus his biggest ever most hated enemy who didn’t know any of how he felt about all Kaiba had done to him was staying before him and then this fucking CEO just released a rather simple “forgive me”? Was he dreaming?
“Its yours!”
Kaiba took out a duel card from his pants, water inked wrapped into a plasting sheeting.
It was the REBD.
Their view crossed. And Jounouchi slapt Kaiba right onto his left cheek. Hard. Painfull. Full with disgust. Expressing that this was the most worst humble abtrucious act Kaiba ever had done to him. The sound of the clatching long echoed through the street and was captured by the wind carrying it away.
Both silent. No one said any word. Just blue eyes watching brown eyes. And Jounouchi couldn’t stand for it. This eyes killed him, made his knees shaking. And he didn’t want that happening. So he turned and went back into the house.
“Katsuya ..... wait.....!” but the door got closed. Kaiba was too slow.
--- to be continued ---