What Can Never be Forgotten or Forgiven
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Adult ++
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14
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44
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Seventh Sin
Title: What Can Never be Forgotten or Forgiven 7/?
Author: Kleptomaniac Can Opener
Pairing: Jou x Seto
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Yugi-Oh. It's almost as depressing as this fic.
Summary: Kaiba Seto has a good reason for hating Jounouchi Katsuya. But it's not until recent that Katsuya learns the past has a vicious bite when teaching you a lesson. "Sometimes, doing nothing at all is also a sin."
***Seventh Sin***
“You serious? We’re going to lunch with Kaiba?” Jounouchi can’t believe the redhead’s words. Hikaru laughs good-naturedly and leads the blond out of the building.
“Kaiba-sama isn’t a bad guy.”
“Oh whatever,” Jounouchi grumbles. Hikaru chuckles.
“What is your impression of him? Promise not to tell.”
“Seriously? I think your boss is a shithead with a telephone pole up his ass.” Jounouchi feels his hackles bristle a bit when the other teen just chuckles again.
“This is the place.” Hikaru walks up the steps to a fancy café called Ciel Bleu. “You’re not up to dress code, so you’ll be given a suit jacket to borrow.”
“What?” Jounouchi scowls. “Why? You’re not in a suit either.”
“I’m in a snazzy Kaiba Corporation uniform, so I’m good to go. Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal.” The blond grumbles beneath his breath as they enter.
“Figures Moneybags eats in a place with a dress code.”
Jounouchi grudgingly pulls on the grey jacket he’s handed. It’s too roomy in the shoulders and the sleeves hang pass his knuckles but he can deal with it.
He slows in his steps as he approaches Kaiba’s table. Jounouchi has never seen his skinny peer eat before, not even that morning. By the time he had gotten downstairs for breakfast, the brunet had been finishing up his morning meal. He’s never seen Kaiba eat at school either. Jounouchi had actually entertained the thought that Kaiba consisted entirely on coffee and granola bars. But the meal spread out before Kaiba makes even Jounouchi’s eyes bulge. Three people could eat that!
“Don’t just stand there, Jounouchi-san.” Hikaru beckons him over, offering one of the seats. Jounouchi sits and tries not to stare too hard. “Since you haven’t been here before, I’ll order for you, okay?”
“Yeah, sure.” Okay, he WAS going to keep his mouth shut but he has to ask. “Why aren’t you fatter?” Kaiba pauses in his munching down of several livestock to look at the blond.
“Because I burn it off, obviously. I’m surprised you’re not twenty pounds heavier with how you eat.” Jounouchi’s cheeks color a bit and he growls.
“I don’t eat like THIS!”
“Of course,” Kaiba says with a tone that screams sarcasm before getting back to his meal.
Hikaru clears his throat to grab Jounouchi’s attention. “You have any allergies or anything you really hate?”
“Nah, I’m good with anything.”
The blond chats with Hikaru on and off as they wait for their food to arrive, but questions are floating in the back of his head. If all Kaiba does is sit at his desk all day, how is he burning off all of those calories? Golden-brown eyes look the brunet over but he can’t see much in the way of muscle, though he certainly has broad shoulders. Even with the weather as warm as it is, Kaiba is still wearing his arm braces and trench coat. Except for his hands and head, not a bit of skin or line of muscle shows.
Something about that detail niggles at Jounouchi, but he can’t put his finger on the reason why. Sure it’s weird, but he’s seen stranger. It just means that Kaiba probably has body issues. The idea makes Jounouchi snicker a bit to himself. He can imagine the other teen posing in front of his mirror like some girl, complaining about the shape of his thighs.
The blond ducks his head as he does laugh this time.
“What’s so funny?” Hikaru asks, green eyes questioning.
“Nothin’. Just had a random thought is all.” He fully prepares himself for a smart-aleck bite from Kaiba, but nothing comes. He glances over and finds his eyes locked with the serious businessman.
The hairs stand on the back of Jounouchi’s neck. Why is Seto staring at him like that?
The atmosphere at the table becomes suffocating. Hikaru tries to break the strange ambiance, but neither of the other men hears a word he says.
The ominous mood only slackens when the waitress comes with Hikaru and Jounouchi’s meals.
Jounouchi digs into his food, resolutely keeping his eyes off of Kaiba. That stare had gotten to him. He couldn’t break it, not until Kaiba had decided to lower the intensity. It makes him grit his teeth. He was completely manipulated by the Arctic Vulture, trapped by his terms.
“Jounouchi-san...?” Golden-brown eyes finally look up.
“Yeah, Ookido-kun?”
“Are you alright?”
“I’m peachy.” It’s a lie, but it’s not like he can admit how much that particular gaze disturbs him.
That gaze... Jounouchi almost drops his fork as a buried memory tries to dislodge itself, scratching and clawing towards the surface of his conscious mind.
That gaze.
Those eyes.
He knows them from somewhere.
The blond abruptly shoves away from the table. “Bathroom?”
“Uh, it’s just down that way.” Hikaru points towards a far corner.
“Thanks.” Jounouchi takes long, quick strides to the lavatory and immediately locates the sinks. He turns the cold water on high and sticks his head under the rushing torrent.
“Dammit, I can’t know those eyes. I only met him last year.”
So why does he know them?
Author: Kleptomaniac Can Opener
Pairing: Jou x Seto
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Yugi-Oh. It's almost as depressing as this fic.
Summary: Kaiba Seto has a good reason for hating Jounouchi Katsuya. But it's not until recent that Katsuya learns the past has a vicious bite when teaching you a lesson. "Sometimes, doing nothing at all is also a sin."
***Seventh Sin***
“You serious? We’re going to lunch with Kaiba?” Jounouchi can’t believe the redhead’s words. Hikaru laughs good-naturedly and leads the blond out of the building.
“Kaiba-sama isn’t a bad guy.”
“Oh whatever,” Jounouchi grumbles. Hikaru chuckles.
“What is your impression of him? Promise not to tell.”
“Seriously? I think your boss is a shithead with a telephone pole up his ass.” Jounouchi feels his hackles bristle a bit when the other teen just chuckles again.
“This is the place.” Hikaru walks up the steps to a fancy café called Ciel Bleu. “You’re not up to dress code, so you’ll be given a suit jacket to borrow.”
“What?” Jounouchi scowls. “Why? You’re not in a suit either.”
“I’m in a snazzy Kaiba Corporation uniform, so I’m good to go. Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal.” The blond grumbles beneath his breath as they enter.
“Figures Moneybags eats in a place with a dress code.”
Jounouchi grudgingly pulls on the grey jacket he’s handed. It’s too roomy in the shoulders and the sleeves hang pass his knuckles but he can deal with it.
He slows in his steps as he approaches Kaiba’s table. Jounouchi has never seen his skinny peer eat before, not even that morning. By the time he had gotten downstairs for breakfast, the brunet had been finishing up his morning meal. He’s never seen Kaiba eat at school either. Jounouchi had actually entertained the thought that Kaiba consisted entirely on coffee and granola bars. But the meal spread out before Kaiba makes even Jounouchi’s eyes bulge. Three people could eat that!
“Don’t just stand there, Jounouchi-san.” Hikaru beckons him over, offering one of the seats. Jounouchi sits and tries not to stare too hard. “Since you haven’t been here before, I’ll order for you, okay?”
“Yeah, sure.” Okay, he WAS going to keep his mouth shut but he has to ask. “Why aren’t you fatter?” Kaiba pauses in his munching down of several livestock to look at the blond.
“Because I burn it off, obviously. I’m surprised you’re not twenty pounds heavier with how you eat.” Jounouchi’s cheeks color a bit and he growls.
“I don’t eat like THIS!”
“Of course,” Kaiba says with a tone that screams sarcasm before getting back to his meal.
Hikaru clears his throat to grab Jounouchi’s attention. “You have any allergies or anything you really hate?”
“Nah, I’m good with anything.”
The blond chats with Hikaru on and off as they wait for their food to arrive, but questions are floating in the back of his head. If all Kaiba does is sit at his desk all day, how is he burning off all of those calories? Golden-brown eyes look the brunet over but he can’t see much in the way of muscle, though he certainly has broad shoulders. Even with the weather as warm as it is, Kaiba is still wearing his arm braces and trench coat. Except for his hands and head, not a bit of skin or line of muscle shows.
Something about that detail niggles at Jounouchi, but he can’t put his finger on the reason why. Sure it’s weird, but he’s seen stranger. It just means that Kaiba probably has body issues. The idea makes Jounouchi snicker a bit to himself. He can imagine the other teen posing in front of his mirror like some girl, complaining about the shape of his thighs.
The blond ducks his head as he does laugh this time.
“What’s so funny?” Hikaru asks, green eyes questioning.
“Nothin’. Just had a random thought is all.” He fully prepares himself for a smart-aleck bite from Kaiba, but nothing comes. He glances over and finds his eyes locked with the serious businessman.
The hairs stand on the back of Jounouchi’s neck. Why is Seto staring at him like that?
The atmosphere at the table becomes suffocating. Hikaru tries to break the strange ambiance, but neither of the other men hears a word he says.
The ominous mood only slackens when the waitress comes with Hikaru and Jounouchi’s meals.
Jounouchi digs into his food, resolutely keeping his eyes off of Kaiba. That stare had gotten to him. He couldn’t break it, not until Kaiba had decided to lower the intensity. It makes him grit his teeth. He was completely manipulated by the Arctic Vulture, trapped by his terms.
“Jounouchi-san...?” Golden-brown eyes finally look up.
“Yeah, Ookido-kun?”
“Are you alright?”
“I’m peachy.” It’s a lie, but it’s not like he can admit how much that particular gaze disturbs him.
That gaze... Jounouchi almost drops his fork as a buried memory tries to dislodge itself, scratching and clawing towards the surface of his conscious mind.
That gaze.
Those eyes.
He knows them from somewhere.
The blond abruptly shoves away from the table. “Bathroom?”
“Uh, it’s just down that way.” Hikaru points towards a far corner.
“Thanks.” Jounouchi takes long, quick strides to the lavatory and immediately locates the sinks. He turns the cold water on high and sticks his head under the rushing torrent.
“Dammit, I can’t know those eyes. I only met him last year.”
So why does he know them?