Unforgiven

Leon was beside himself. Here he had been made to believe all this time his brother was dead.

"What... why..." he stammered.

"I... know... you have... questions..."

"Yes! Like who, and why are you having a hard time..."

"K-Kaiba..."

"I knew it!"

"Not... directly though... and bullet... still..."

"Rest a bit boss, we'll fill him in." his newest body guard offered, then went on about how sloppy the job was, making things even harder for Leon to listen to.

"We saw them dragging him to the docks... still alive... and when they noticed us, before they could finish him off, they split."

"But, who if not Kaiba?! Why?!"

"They weren't Japanese, so we figure Kaiba hired a group that's not too friendly with your family..."

"I still don't understand why Kaiba would do this!"

"He's... a monster... greedy... I only... came to... talk..." he lied.

"You rest, brother. I'll take care of this..."

"No... I have an idea..."

Kaiba had fallen alseep, very content, with his head on Honda's lap.

Honda went between watching a race, and watching Kaiba as he lightly stroked his cheek, relaxing him more.

He was so wrapped up in them, he hadn't heard Mokuba.

"Honda?"

"Huh?" he jumped slightly, causing Kaiba to stir a bit.

"Have you seen Seto?"

Honda placed a finger across his lips, nodded and pointed to his lap.

"Well, don't wake him. It's not real important..." he said, handing him a letter, "It's not marked urgent or anything... who's winning?"

"Not sure really. I haven't been paying that much attention."

"Know any of them?"

"Uh, no. But some of them will be at the race at my track," My track. Still weird., "Next Sunday..."

"So you're studying them?"

"What? Well, I guess..."

"Why don't you race?"

Honda was never sure how to answer this. He wasn't afraid, or was he, though of what he wasn't sure.

"I-I don't know. Maybe... maybe I will..."

"That's great!" Mokuba exclaimed before catching himself and bringing it back to a whisper, "I mean, nii-sama will be so happy!"

"Just don't go announcing it, ok? I mean, I still have to practice, get a feel for the bike and track..."

"No problem! See ya!"

Damn it.

"You're afraid," Kaiba said sleepily, startling Honda.

"Wh-... no I'm..."

"I saw you the other day sitting on the bike. You started it and it freaked you out..."

"N-no it didn't! Come on, it's a bike..."

"With a lot of power..."

"Yea, well, you have me there..."

"So, not used to so much power between your legs then?" he quipped making a quick swipe of his hand across Honda's crotch just before gripping it.

"N-no! D-damn it... stop!"

"Fine then." he said dissapointed and let go.

"You're right. I'm afraid..."

"Of what?! You're good!"

"I don't want to let anyone down..."

"..."

"Especially you."

"You won't..."

"But, I know how you are with winning and being number one..."

"That's me. I'm a little hard on myself..."

"And Yugi, and Jounouchi..."

"Yes, Yugi needs a harder shell than the Pharoah..."

"?!"

"And Jounouchi needs to be pushed, otherwise he'll go nowhere."

"So, you're going to be hard on me too?"

"For you, it will be all out of love, and I will not hate you for losing."

"I'll hold you to that." he leaned in for a kiss when Kaiba noticed the letter on the table and leaned over for it, causing Honda to get a mouth full of his shoulder.

"What's this?"

"Don't know," he mumbled into his shoulder, "Mokuba brought it. Said it didn't seem important."

A sneer crossed Kaiba's face and he let a little chuckle.

"What is it, Seto?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing..." he crumbled it up and tossed it aside.

Honda picked it up, curiosity killing him only to be unable to read it.

"It's in..."

"English. Yes."

"What's it say..."

"It's just a challenge..."

"A challenge? But, you haven't dueled in like, forever."

Who said anything about a duel?, "Right... so you think I'm rusty?" he played along.

"Well, no... I..."

"I'm going to accept." he got up to leave only to be pulled back into Honda's lap.

"C-can I come?"

"I'll tell you what," Honda already knew this meant 'no', "I'll meet you at the track in, I'll say about an hour..."

"Meet me... why?"

Kaiba was already about out of the room, "If you don't get to know your track and bike by the next race, I will be very dissapointed in you. I'll see you in an hour... hopefully sooner."

"Ok... I guess."

He stayed put on the couch, using every ounce of energy to fight following him.

You're crazy!, he told himself, Just go to the damn track, he'll fill you in on the... but what if... , "Stop it!" he yelled, winning the battle and going straight to the track.

"Clever sending this little 'challenge' of yours in English..."

"Like that, huh?" Otogi said cooly, tapping a pencil on his desk.

He was going to stay all business, no letting the emotions run away. If he was going to burn Kaiba, he had to stay 'professional', "A 'challenge'? Is that what you told him..."

Kaiba simply nodded and took a seat infront of the desk.

Taking a deep breath, he settled back into the chair, ready for whatever Otogi had instore for him.

"Ok, Kaiba, I'm just going to get right to it..."

"Please do.", Amature., he thought smugly, not really knowing for sure what Otogi was up to. Black mail? But with what?

"I know you had Seig murdered..."

Kaiba held himself down. His fists clenching.

He's bluffing. He know's we didn't get along, there's no way Hiroto told him anything... he assured himself.

"Where do you come off with such..."

"I saw it on the news and asked Honda if he had heard about it..."

"And he said...?"

"Nothing... well, he acted really funny..."

"So you assume..."

"Assume nothing! I know you did it..." he pulled out an envelope from his desk and tossed it to Kaiba, "I got this thismorning."

Kaiba could feel his heart jump to his throat and swallowed, He's alive?! At first he felt anger. How could these guys have messed up so badly? Then it quickly gave way to reliefe. Deep down, he really didn't want to hurt anyone.

But the last thing he needed was for Otogi to notice any weakness, so he stiffened up and tossed the letter back to him.

"Ok, so it seems someone likes jokes," Kaiba chuckled, "I don't."

"Joke?" his tone became dark, "Kaiba, I spoke with him."

"Hmph. Even if this is true, why would he want to speak to you?"

"Make a deal. It's no secret neither of us cares for you..."

"So you two have decided to team up to take me down? Get in line."

"We did our time in line. It's our turn..."

"Fine then. You want a war, you got it, but just so you know; play with the big boys and you're going to get hurt..."

"I'm just as big as you..."

"With his help, sure..."

"!!"

"By the way, how has Dungeon Dice Monsters been doing?"

"!!!"

Kaiba could tell he was going to win this battle, when just as quickly, he seemed to have come up with a way to win the war right here and now.

He pretended to leave, then turned on his heel and casually walked back to Otogi, who was standing firm behind his desk.

He reached over the desk, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in for a strong kiss.

Mortified, Otogi fought to break free.

"The hell are you thinking?!"

"Hm. Not bad."

"What?!"

"I just wanted to make sure you were worth any trouble..."

"The hell do you mean?"

"I know you're in this because of Hiroto, and I know if word gets out we're at war I'll lose him..."

"?!"

"I just wanted to make sure you'd take care of him..."

"!!??"

Once Kaiba felt he had him in his grasp, he plundged the knife in deeper.

"Oh, but then, what of Shizuka?"

Otogi was begining to wonder if he should just back out now, He wouldn't tell Shizuka anything. Honda would get pissed...

"Wh-what about her?"

"We wouldn't want to hurt her, would we? She's such a sweet innocent thing..."

"No, we wouldn't." he said through his teeth, "Now, if you're through, I have..."

"Oh no," he said, taking a seat in Otogi's chair behind the desk, fiddling with the same pencil, "I'm just getting started."

"??"

Kaiba narrowed his eyes and leaned in, "Please, take a seat. This could take a while."