What Can Never be Forgotten or Forgiven
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
14
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7,773
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44
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Eighth Sin
Title: What Can Never be Forgotten or Forgiven 8/?
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."
***Eighth Sin***
Kaiba began a quiet observation of That Person since that first weekend four days ago. He didn’t like to admit it, but Mokuba and That Person had a point. He has to keep an eye on Him if he’s to get a passing score on his essay. Communication can be kept to a minimum, but he can’t slack in his surveillance.
He’s watched as That Person helped elders and children cross the street, he made some middle schoolers stop torturing a dog. It was done without prompting and all with in a normal manner one expects from a good Samaritan.
It’s been a disconcerting experience.
Kaiba thought it had all been for show for Yugi, but That Person is doing these nice things under his own violation. Perhaps it’s guilt from his past? But whatever the reason, it has him thinking.
Of course he still harbors hate for Him. That will never change. But maybe, just maybe, he can get the nightmares to stop somehow with this new information. He won’t count on it, but it’s a possibility. The mind is a complex organism and is capable of things unheard of, after all.
The contemplating CEO watches the blond from the window of the employee lounge on the second floor. The other teen has decided to help a woman sell her flowers at the corner of the sidewalk. She’s not old, but it’s obvious that she walks with a limb and likely can’t secure a normal job. He doubts the lady can afford to give Jounouchi anything for his efforts, but he assists her anyway.
At the sound of footsteps, Kaiba gets himself a cup of coffee then leaves the break room. It’s not long before Hikaru has caught up to him. “Makina-san said the Third Gen report will be turned in before the end of the day, sir. Also, your American associate Samuel Gene Tyler needs a reply about the Mackenzie Deal by Wednesday of next week. And Hikari has been keeping her ear to the floor as you requested.”
“Very well.”
They climb into Kaiba’s private elevator that only he and those accompanying him are allowed to use. “Hikaru.”
“Yes, Kaiba-sama?”
“Your opinion of the mutt.” The redhead doesn’t even look curious at the question. He’s smart enough to have been expecting it.
“He’s interesting, sir.”
“Interesting how?”
“Hmm.” Hikaru rubs his chin as he thinks of how to thread his words together. “I can understand why people find him likable. His edges are rough but he’s charismatic, but...”
“But?” Blue eyes slide over to the Pageboy.
“There’s a darkness there, buried beneath the layers. Like it’s been hidden away, a Pandora’s Box he doesn’t want to be near.”
This insight is the true reason why Hikaru has remained in Kaiba’s inner circle. The boy has a knack for seeing through people’s natures the same way Kaiba sees through business lies.
“That darkness is bitter and hate-filled, and colder than an abyss. Yet he’s carefully nurturing the warmth of a candle.” Kaiba doesn’t respond immediately.
The elevator comes to a gentle stop and opens its doors. The pair walks to Kaiba’s office. “Anything else?”
“No, Kaiba-sama.”
Kaiba veers over to Hikari’s desk where she hands him a manila folder. “The time sheet for the Starwyn meeting as you requested, sir.”
“Thank you.” He skims through the file and pauses. “Who’s this Kanasawa?”
“He’s Nakajima-san’s temporary replacement as of this morning, sir.” Kaiba frowns.
“Why?”
“He called in a family crisis and is using his vacation days. Kanasawa-san appears competent.”
The teen returns to his office and places the folder aside for closer inspection later. For the moment, he pulls out his trigonometry homework. It’s unfortunate that he can’t concentrate on the letters, numbers and formulas. That Person is occupying his thoughts, spinning round and round with Hikaru’s words.
Memories and recent events buzz in his brain in conflicting battles for dominance. He can still remember how That Person had sat on rotting crates, watching impassively as his cohorts turned his world on its nose then split it apart. Golden-brown that stared like cold marbles from the face of a doll. But the worse had come at the end, and he’s still unsure if it had happened or if it had been a hallucination.
Kaiba had been left on the asphalt, bleeding and broken. The ones who had used his body had left laughing, but still That Person had been there. His steps were silent as he glided over to him, or maybe that was an illusion from his concussion. Then that golden-eyed devil knelt by his side, running a hand through his sweat and cum-soaked hair. That hand slowly slid downwards, wiping the thick, white fluid from his cheeks and lips. He recalled a frown on that face, but maybe not. His eyes hadn’t changed. They were frozen, dry ice burning and freezing at the same time.
“I’m sorry.”
The pencil snaps in Kaiba’s hand, stabbing splinters into his soft flesh. “Che.” He releases the death grip that had formed and pulls out a pair of tweezers from his desk drawer, removing the wood slivers with practiced ease. “Calm down, you’re in control.” He says the mantra until his heart rate returns to normal, disinfecting and bandaging the cuts at the same time. He then pulls on a pair of gloves to hide the evidence of his injury. Even minor ones can’t be seen by others. He can’t show that kind of weakness.
He closes his text book and reclines back in his seat, staring up at the distant ceiling. “The warmth of a candle...” Kaiba snorts. “Too damn poetic.”
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."
***Eighth Sin***
Kaiba began a quiet observation of That Person since that first weekend four days ago. He didn’t like to admit it, but Mokuba and That Person had a point. He has to keep an eye on Him if he’s to get a passing score on his essay. Communication can be kept to a minimum, but he can’t slack in his surveillance.
He’s watched as That Person helped elders and children cross the street, he made some middle schoolers stop torturing a dog. It was done without prompting and all with in a normal manner one expects from a good Samaritan.
It’s been a disconcerting experience.
Kaiba thought it had all been for show for Yugi, but That Person is doing these nice things under his own violation. Perhaps it’s guilt from his past? But whatever the reason, it has him thinking.
Of course he still harbors hate for Him. That will never change. But maybe, just maybe, he can get the nightmares to stop somehow with this new information. He won’t count on it, but it’s a possibility. The mind is a complex organism and is capable of things unheard of, after all.
The contemplating CEO watches the blond from the window of the employee lounge on the second floor. The other teen has decided to help a woman sell her flowers at the corner of the sidewalk. She’s not old, but it’s obvious that she walks with a limb and likely can’t secure a normal job. He doubts the lady can afford to give Jounouchi anything for his efforts, but he assists her anyway.
At the sound of footsteps, Kaiba gets himself a cup of coffee then leaves the break room. It’s not long before Hikaru has caught up to him. “Makina-san said the Third Gen report will be turned in before the end of the day, sir. Also, your American associate Samuel Gene Tyler needs a reply about the Mackenzie Deal by Wednesday of next week. And Hikari has been keeping her ear to the floor as you requested.”
“Very well.”
They climb into Kaiba’s private elevator that only he and those accompanying him are allowed to use. “Hikaru.”
“Yes, Kaiba-sama?”
“Your opinion of the mutt.” The redhead doesn’t even look curious at the question. He’s smart enough to have been expecting it.
“He’s interesting, sir.”
“Interesting how?”
“Hmm.” Hikaru rubs his chin as he thinks of how to thread his words together. “I can understand why people find him likable. His edges are rough but he’s charismatic, but...”
“But?” Blue eyes slide over to the Pageboy.
“There’s a darkness there, buried beneath the layers. Like it’s been hidden away, a Pandora’s Box he doesn’t want to be near.”
This insight is the true reason why Hikaru has remained in Kaiba’s inner circle. The boy has a knack for seeing through people’s natures the same way Kaiba sees through business lies.
“That darkness is bitter and hate-filled, and colder than an abyss. Yet he’s carefully nurturing the warmth of a candle.” Kaiba doesn’t respond immediately.
The elevator comes to a gentle stop and opens its doors. The pair walks to Kaiba’s office. “Anything else?”
“No, Kaiba-sama.”
Kaiba veers over to Hikari’s desk where she hands him a manila folder. “The time sheet for the Starwyn meeting as you requested, sir.”
“Thank you.” He skims through the file and pauses. “Who’s this Kanasawa?”
“He’s Nakajima-san’s temporary replacement as of this morning, sir.” Kaiba frowns.
“Why?”
“He called in a family crisis and is using his vacation days. Kanasawa-san appears competent.”
The teen returns to his office and places the folder aside for closer inspection later. For the moment, he pulls out his trigonometry homework. It’s unfortunate that he can’t concentrate on the letters, numbers and formulas. That Person is occupying his thoughts, spinning round and round with Hikaru’s words.
Memories and recent events buzz in his brain in conflicting battles for dominance. He can still remember how That Person had sat on rotting crates, watching impassively as his cohorts turned his world on its nose then split it apart. Golden-brown that stared like cold marbles from the face of a doll. But the worse had come at the end, and he’s still unsure if it had happened or if it had been a hallucination.
Kaiba had been left on the asphalt, bleeding and broken. The ones who had used his body had left laughing, but still That Person had been there. His steps were silent as he glided over to him, or maybe that was an illusion from his concussion. Then that golden-eyed devil knelt by his side, running a hand through his sweat and cum-soaked hair. That hand slowly slid downwards, wiping the thick, white fluid from his cheeks and lips. He recalled a frown on that face, but maybe not. His eyes hadn’t changed. They were frozen, dry ice burning and freezing at the same time.
“I’m sorry.”
The pencil snaps in Kaiba’s hand, stabbing splinters into his soft flesh. “Che.” He releases the death grip that had formed and pulls out a pair of tweezers from his desk drawer, removing the wood slivers with practiced ease. “Calm down, you’re in control.” He says the mantra until his heart rate returns to normal, disinfecting and bandaging the cuts at the same time. He then pulls on a pair of gloves to hide the evidence of his injury. Even minor ones can’t be seen by others. He can’t show that kind of weakness.
He closes his text book and reclines back in his seat, staring up at the distant ceiling. “The warmth of a candle...” Kaiba snorts. “Too damn poetic.”