Hell's Cradle - The First Trimester

AUTHOR’S CORNER: Yeah, Yeah. I’m back Did you miss me? Hate me? Forgotten about me? Wish I go burn in hell? Just glad to see me? *sighs* All well, life happens ne? But now that school is winding down and I don’t feel like crap anymore. I’m here and ready to give this a go…again. Yay! *crickets chirping* heh, ahem, well once I can get you all to come back to me. ^_^; Which is half the fun! =)

IMPORTANT: After I’ve done completing this story (as well as updating with a few chaps to Getting’ Bi Mai), I will be moving my stories (which is in need of serious editing) over to Live Journal and post there. I need a change, which is one of the reasons why I was in such a depressing slump. But don’t worry, I will keep reminding you until it’s time for me to move and hopefully I will see you all there. Um, won’t I? *puppy eyes*

Anywho,

Gather around kiddies, Mother Mizu has finally found her place back on the stump and has a story to tell!


Enjoy!


“Holy Shit! This thing drives fast!” Jounouchi exclaimed in awe as he shifted the black Mercedes convertible into third gear. “I definitely know what I want on mah Christmas list from you!”

Kaiba snorted, writhing frantically in attempt to get his school jacket off. “Damn! It’s hot in here!”

“Oh sorry, Angel, want me ta turn on da A/C?” Jounouchi asked in concern, turning his head momentarily to check on his beau.

“What for?” Seto asked irritably with a more distinct frown after successfully getting rid of half his uniform, which had found purchase in the backseat. “It’s one of those sickening glorious days, why not lower the top. I mean, I paid for the fucking luxury.” Resuming his place on his pedestal, the brunet stuck in nose high in the air; his arms defiantly wrapped around him. But in all honesty, he would have done the same thing and, hell, he absolutely hated to drive topless in any of his convertibles yet for some reason, he felt like being difficult. Hmm, must be a woman thing.

“Well I dunno, Set. Do ya think dat’s safe? Having all dat air rushing in ya face may not be good fah ya and da baby, ya know?” Coming to a halt at a stoplight, the blond with a stern expression, gently placed his hand upon Kaiba’s midsection. His fingers lifted up the thin white fabric of the undershirt, revealing the slight pudge of his lover’s otherwise flat abdomen.

With a growl, the feisty blue-eyed billionaire twisted himself away from the touch as his hand steadily held his boyfriend’s questing one. “Why are you being stupid for no damn reason! Nothing is going to happen to this thing! It’s just air! As far as I know, demons can withstand the wind.”

Glancing over to the hurt glare of his blond bishie and quickly turning away to look out the window, he then mumbled. “And keep your eyes on the damn road. You’re driving MY car, not some piece of shit you find on the curb.”

Startled, Jounouchi looked ahead and saw that the light had been green for quite some time and a honk from behind him had just proven the fact that he had been sitting there for a while. He laughs sheepishly as he gripped the clutch and took off.

“I should be behind that wheel. What the hell was I thinking? I didn’t even know you could handle a manual transmission, hell, I didn’t know you could drive at all.”

“Well when ya dad is driving drunk and passes out with ya in it, I bet ya’ll learn real fast too” The blond grounded out but before his CEO boyfriend could get a word in edgewise, he rushed out. “And besides, ya not fit ta drive, ya was complaining about having double vision again, remember?”

“Maybe.” Seto grumbled, looking out the window again; not wanting to see the goofy grin that he knew would be there on that smug face. He suddenly remembered that he was hot and settled for pushing the button on his door, letting the dark-tinted window down.

“Heh, but I think I know what ya problem is.” Jounouchi grinned wolfishly as he swiftly turned at an interaction.

“And I know I will regret asking, but what shit are you spewing out now?”

The blond chuckled before responding. “Well I know I may have been actin’ as if it didn’t botha me back dere at school an-and I might sound…er well…a little bit selfish but um…are ya THAT mad at me?

The touchy teen turned slowly before looking incredulously at the blushing boy beside of him. “What the fuck are you talking about?! How you going to answer my question WITH a question and have the audacity to expect an answer back? It’s just so convenient for you to act stupid!”

Jou growled, his knuckles turning white on the wheel. “Geez, angel, calm down! Now I KNOW freaking out ain’t healthy fah ya! It’s ain’t healthy fah anybody!” He abruptly switched lanes, cutting someone off.

“DAMN IT! KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD!” Kaiba screeched as the angry driver that his hazel-eyed lover had cut off, pulled up beside of him at the stoplight.

“HAVE A TURN SIGNAL ON NEXT TIME YOU JACKASS!”

The brunet, with wide eyes, pressed himself against his seat as the equally furious seme leaned over him to get to the window.

“OH FUCK YOU! YA BOYFRIEND AIN’T PREGNANT!”

With his face turning a maroon color and sinking down, almost to the floor, Kaiba sputtered, slapping his hand on the door handle, in hope, that fate, was at least kind enough to have the window finally rise up. But the damage has been done as he looked up above him to see a sick, satisfying smirk on Jounouchi’s face. His blue eyes then travel to that of the driver, whose face had contorted into that of a Picasso painting and was gradually being shielded by the moving glass panel.

“Kami…Katsuya…you…you…IDIOT!” Seto managed to say through his teeth as his unfazed lover got back into position and just as the light turned green, he sped off.

The blond couldn’t help but snicker as he heard the horns blaring from behind, knowing that the unnamed bastard as yet to recuperate from the shock.

“I—I can’t believe…”

“Our bedroom life, angel…are ya dat repulsed by me dat we can’t have one now?”

For the second time in the same hour, Kaiba gave Jounouchi an incredulous look. “Is that all you’re concern with?”

The blond didn’t answer at first but instead concentrated on the road, or so it seemed.

“In case you haven’t figured it out, IT’S YOUR INSATIABLE HUNGER WITH SEX THAT HAS GOTTEN ME INTO THIS DAMNABLE SHIT!”

“Angel, please. Again, no need for the unnecessary stress! I promise ya, ya regret dat latah!”

Both participants in the car violently jerked forward as Jou slammed on the brakes, almost running into the car in front of them, which had stopped to make a right turn.

“Hmpf, like I’m regretting ever letting you drive this car?”

The distressed teen gnashed his teeth, looking heavenward and silently counting to ten and again, backwards, then in English. “Look, ya talking like I’ve been rapin’ ya or somethin’ and we both know dat is NOT da case. Ya are just as willing if not more. I mean, we’ve done it in ya office, in public bathrooms, da library, which I still admire ya fah being able ta keep so quiet by da way, and hell, we even had sex in da couch with Mokuba, sleeping in it.“

“And I have reasons to believe that the fucker wasn’t even sleep.” Seto quietly mumbled to himself quietly as he thought of the smiles and smirks his brother would give him every time he suggested that they sit on the couch. That had lasted for weeks.

Satisfied in hearing no protests of any kind, Jounouchi silently shifted gears and moved on. “I’m just sayin’, even though how I feel for ya will never change, especially now, I-I just miss our time togethah and…”

“WELL, I say you shot your own self in the foot because now that I’m moving in with you –and against my will, might I add—we won’t be so lucky if we were to fuck on your dad’s couch with HIM in it.”

“Dad is only home because he pays da rent, or at least some of it, so we will have plenty of time fah such things.” The blond took the time to wink at his hormone-driven lover, only to have the grin wiped off his face the incoming question.

“Does your Dad even KNOW about this ingenious arrangement?”

Other than the clicking of the signal light to turn left, there was silence.

“You son of a bit…”

“It’s not a big deal!” Jounouchi managed to blurt out. “Honda used ta stay ovah all da time!”

“And that is supposed to make me feel better? I mean did you fuck Honda too?” Kaiba asked almost in a whisper. “Your dad still thinks I’m responsible for turning you gay. I just know it! It’s like walking the green mile.”

Collapsing further into his seat, the brunet let his head fall back on the headrest with a heavy thunk. “My, god! You’re even more brainless than that crack addict, we just past back there.”

“Well, ya brought it on yaself!” The blond snorted. “Ya threatenin’ to kill OUR child because you’s a fucking coward and I can’t let dat happen.”

“Oh, how easy for you to say that bullshit when nothing is festering inside you! It’s not natural! Men aren’t supposed to have babies! What if something goes wrong and I die because of this. Would you want that?!” Seto croaked.

Jounouchi sighed. “Angel…”

“And that’s fucking what I’m going to be in nine months! All because you think it’ll be oh so cool to have this thing! But maybe that’s a part of your plan. If I die you probably won’t even miss me because you will have what you want…”

“WHAT THE FUCK?! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU’RE SAYING!?” Jounouchi yelled , almost running into the curb.

“I’M KAIBA SETO! I DON’T HAVE TO FUCKING KNOW WHAT I’M SAYING! AS LONG AS I SAID IT!” With tears welling up in his eyes, Kaiba heaved. “As long as I said it…”

“And what ya say, isn’t always right. Ya really are making dis a lot more difficult dan it has ta be.”

Not saying another word, Kaiba stared out the window once more. The world outside becoming a huge kaleidoscope of colors and in annoyance, he wiped his eyes with a fist. Despite still not wanting the baby, he WAS making this difficult and strangely, he was getting a sick satisfaction from it all. Was this what a woman feels when she gets into petty arguments with her partner? Are women this needy for attention? Kami, it was a wonder that most of the men in this world aren’t gay.

Kaiba stiffened.

But if that was the case, could an overly hormonal male turn a gay male, straight?

Absentmindedly, the self-conscience brunet gently placed his head on the broad shoulder of his blonde seme. He was so worried that Jounouchi , upon hearing the news, would reject him but then he had more or less six months to go—plenty of time for the rejection to come if he makes it that far.

Seto ‘s breathe hitched as a hand moved from behind his back, came up from under his arms, and tenderly wrapped itself around his waist. The teenage billionaire sighed; sleep sneaking up on him as previous negative thoughts dissipated into menial ones. He could go for marinara sauce and chocolate chip cookies right about now.

“Keep your hand on the clutch and don’t wait so long to shift gears. You’re ruining my engine.” Kaiba drowsily instructed with a yawn.

The blond smiled warmly as he indeed removed his hand to do just that. “Dere’s no point in going asleep now, Angel. We’re almost dere, we’re almost home.”

“Home…and marinara sauce…” The disoriented teen mumbled almost incoherently.

Jounouchi laughed. “Hey, dat actually sounds like a good idea. Let’s cook lasagna tonight. We’ll be on otousan’s good side fah sure.”

Only light snores answer back but as soon as the blond pulled into the bumpy driveway of his apartment complex, Kaiba was jolted awake with a snort.

“Tadaima.” The blond whispered, nuzzling his lover’s head on his shoulder, affectionately.

Quickly regaining his senses, Kaiba growled and reached over to take his keys out of the ignition.

“Na uh uh…” Jou scolded softly, putting his own hand over the keys. “I think for now on, these are mine.”

“Who the fuck says?!” The young CEO exclaimed, tightening his hold over the metal objects.

“Ya did.” Jounouchi stated flatly, after successfully prying the keys from his lover’s hands. “When ya screamed ‘abortion’.”

“Bullshit! Already, you’re going TOO far with this!” Kaiba said with sneer. He roughly got out of the car and slammed the door. “You can’t just take my stuff! It’s not even logical!”

“Hmm, it seems like logic is what got ya in dis predicament da first place.” The proud teen responded, nonchalantly.

“Don’t you dare try to make sense with me!” Seto spat, walking around his Mercedes to get to his jerk-off boyfriend. “Because this is utter nonsense! This is my car, I paid for it, it’s fucking mine and I can and will do whatever I want to with it! Same goes for all of my possessions, you and no one else are enti--“

A sharp-dressed man, with a gleaming white gold Rolex that had blue diamonds encrusted around the face plate, walked by, admiring how it shone on his wrist. Grinning, he held onto two scantily-clad women as they cooed at the new treasure he had just bought.

Kaiba’s blue eyes widen considerably. He had a watch like that, and it was one…of…its…kind…

“HEY YOU! THAT’S MY WATCH! WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET IT?” The newly enraged brunet tried to take a step further but a strong pair of arms held him back.

Three pairs of eyes looked to him in dismay and the male spoke. “Jou-Tatsu, hooked me up. He’s having this amazing sale in his apartment.”

“A-an amazing sale you say…” Jounouchi butted in with a croak.

“Yeah, some idiot delivered some rich shit to his door, obviously, by mistake and now he’s selling most of it. He said he really needed the money.”

Both boys looked at each other before taking off.

“SHIT!” They both said in unison.

On the way up the rusty stairs, Seto felt himself go paler and paler as he witnessed some happy people walking down with things that he could identify as his.

A greasy stranger clutching to his favorite red tie, a woman with his Blueberry, another guy with a very familiar white trench coat…

“WHAT! HELL NO! NOT MY TRENCH COAT! NOT MY TRENCH COAT!” Kaiba made a mad dash and desperately grabbed for the dangling fabric.

“No, angel calm down! Watch ya blood pressure!” Jounouchi yelled helplessly after the frantic teen.

“What the hell?” The man exclaimed in surprise.

“GIVE IT BACK YOU ASSHOLE! IT’S MINE!”

Holding on tightly, the man angrily answered. “Fuck you! I bought this!”

“NO! I BOUGHT THIS! YOU—“

But before the distressed CEO could utter anything else, something even more horrifying caught his attention. A young boy, who looked to be Mokuba's age emerged from the apartment door up ahead; clumsily holding on to a black, sleek laptop with sticky chocolate hands. The machine slid from those hands and hit the ground with a clatter.

It was just too painful for the weary billionaire’s ears.

“OH GOOD LORD!” Kaiba screeched, nearly fainting on the spot, but he quickly ignored his dizziness as he raced to the clueless kid. “I-Iie! You can’t have that.”

“Up yours, mister! Let go, my daddy got this for me!”

“YOUR DADDY CAN BURN IN HELL! THAT’S MY LAPTOP YOU JUST DROPPED!”

“I can what?” The well-built ‘daddy’ pushed open the screen door and came forward. “Who in the hell do you think you are, talking to ma’ son like that?! I’ll break ya fuckin’ face!”

However, Seto wasn’t at all paying attention to the danger, but instead, his eyes zoned in on the silver metal briefcase that was locked in a hairy death grip.

“KATSUYA! COME HELP ME DAMN IT!”

Jounouchi, who has been tirelessly taking a good deal of his lover’s things back by force, looked up just in time to see his neighbor, Izanagi, raising a fist. “Shit!” The blond gave a few more tugs to Kaiba’s leather pants as it finally slipped free from the stranger’s clutches.

“’NO, Izanagi! Don’t hit him! Onegai!”

Seeing as the husky man wasn’t going to let up, the blond threw Seto’s things down to scatter about the floor as he flew up the stairs with lightening speed.

“Don’t hit him, I said!”

Izanagi’s steely grey eyes widened as his fist was somehow blocked and another fist, smaller then his own, connected him in his left eye.

“FUCK, THAT HURTS!” The big man roared.

“Daddy, are you alright?” the smaller boy asked with a whimper, as he gently touched the meaty forearm of his father.

Gasping for breath, Jounouchi protectively cradled his distraught uke, who was too stunned to say anything.
“Gomen nasai, Izanagi-san and I have to ask you to return those things as well.”

“But I paid for this shit.”

“Just go back in da apartment and get a refund. All dat stuff belongs ta him.” Remembering that he had left a pile of Seto’s things behind, Jounouochi, craned his neck,looking back and to his disappointment and expectations, the pile was nearly gone—only a few tube socks were left. Jounouchi couldn’t help but growl, his dad was going to get an ear full for this!

“Let’s go, Set.”

Upon walking in the door, Kaiba, again, nearly past out as he gazed upon all of his possessions laid out for hungry eyes to see. His business suits and trench coats, well the few that were left, hung on the ceiling fan. His watches and cuff links on the glass coffee table with his dress shoes, underneath. His hi-tech gadgets of sorts set on top of the television. Even his suitcases were up for grabs as they sat empty in a stack on the recliner and sitting on the couch was none other than Jounouchi Tatsuya, making yet another transaction, a diamond studded picture frame that used to have Mokuba’s picture in it.

He was adorned in a blue silk kimono robe that had an embroidered ‘S. K.’ on the front and embroidered dragon on the back. His hair, Kaiba realized, was now cut short and the resemblance between father and son was now absolutely eerie.

“Yeah, that’s top shit, how much ya got?” Darker hazel eyes then looked up to meet fiery ones. “’ey Hey, mah boy’s home.” The elder Jounouchi stood up with a cigarette in his mouth. “C’mere, I got some stuff I think ya gonna like.”

Without answering, the blond rushed up to father. “What da fuck do ya think ya doing?!” Then spinning around to look around the room, the furious teen bellowed, “AND EVERYONE ELSE GET THE FUCK OUT! DIS BUSINESS IS CLOSED!”

“Closed?!”

“Yeah, closed! This is not your stuff to be selling and ya know it!” Jounouchi sneered, poking his dad in the chest.

“What are ya talkin’ about boy?! All I know is dat some men-in-black bastards came ta mah door and said he had orders ta leave dis stuff here fah a Kaiba Seto and I let them in. Heh, heh. I’ll be dat rich fuck fah a day.” Tatsuya retorted as he ran some fingers through his hair with a chuckle. He then took another puff from his cancer stick and the smoke billowed out and around his face.

“DAD! I’M DATING KAIBA SETO, REMEMBER?!” screeched Jounouchi, pointing to the pale teen at the door.
The older blond gave a shrug as he plopped back on the couch. “Oh, I though ya had dumped ya boy toy. He hasn’t been here for awhile.”

“I’ve been staying over at his mansion!”

“So why is his stuff doing over here at our shitty ass apartment!”

Kaiba snorted. Good question, indeed.

“He’s going through some things right now so he’s crashing ovah here fah awhile.” The irate teen growled, proceeding to take what’s left of his beau’s things and returning them to their proper place in the suitcases. “Gah, I can’t believe ya would hustle mah boyfriend’s things!”

“Well how da fuck am I supposed ta know dat shit! Hell, I thought it was Christmas!”

“It’s fucking May!” snapped the younger Jounouchi as he snatched Kaiba’s teal-colored trench coat from the ceiling fan. “Now give Izanagi-san his money back and call up da people ya know and get Seto’s stuff back!”
Turning to his living room audience, the blond shouted, “AND I SAID FAH ALL DA REST OF YA TO GET DA FUCK OUT!”

Kaiba looked at the bewildered people as they reluctantly dropped the enticing stuff they had in their hands.

Tatsuya sighed. “Ya heard ‘im, get out.”

With angry grumbling noises, the people walked out and Kaiba couldn’t help but notice a creepy man looking dreamy eyed at a photo.

He didn’t even have to know who it was in the picture, as he, more or less, snatched it out the older man’s hand with a heated glare.

To be continued…