I Know You're Out There Somewhere | By : Firewing Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3536 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 11 Puppy Gets a New Home
A/N: Well, I’m back to Seto torture…talk about two people who are clueless…especially the blonde.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of it. Someday, I might own a Jou plushie if I can ever find my way back to my sewing room…for some unknown reason I seem to be spending more time at a keyboard than a sewing machine lately…(goes off in deep thought…)
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“Well, Croquet, do you have any news for me yet?” Pegasus was peeved. He was used to knowing everything before anyone else.
Croquet held a folder in his hands.
“Are you going to tease me with that folder all day?” Pegasus demanded, perhaps a little too harshly.
Croquet shrugged. “Be careful what you wish for, Maximillion,” with that the chief of security handed over the file, bowed, and retreated.
Pegasus’ hands trembled. He felt a mixture of tangled emotions. Croquet’s cryptic words were a warning that implied his bodyguard believed the information contained in this folder was a mixed blessing. Croquet had always been there, watching Pegasus suffer, doing damage control, but unable to prevent the numerous disasters his boss managed to encounter.
“Christopher,” Pegasus waved his hand, signaling for his bodyguard to come back.
Pegasus was seated at the head of the long table in the elegant dining room. He slid the folder to the left because he knew that was where Croquet would appear. He tended to favor the left because he was all too aware of Pegasus’ blind side. Pegasus had not been able to actually see out of the Millennium Eye; even if it had granted him amazing powers that had not been one of them. And now it was gone…
“Sit down, Chris.” Croquet did as he was told and laid his hand on the folder as if to keep its untrustworthy contents inside.
“You’re wary of this information. Why?” Pegasus asked without looking at Croquet. There was no point. Neither Croquet’s face nor his body language would tell Max anything; yet, he sensed the waves of apprehension coming from the older man.
“You’ve already met your son, Sir.” Croquet paused to allow his words to sink in. “He participated in the Duelist Kingdom Tournament. His current circumstances are somewhat…unstable. But the real problem is with those he associates with. He has every reason to have a vendetta against you and may have even been involved in the theft of the Millennium Eye.”
Pegasus raised a skeptical eyebrow at Croquet and with a fluid movement retrieved the file. He opened it without hesitation.
Joseph Cecil Pegasus
Joseph Jonathan Wheeler
Joey Wheeler
He closed the folder quickly.
“Leave.” He ordered Croquet.
Pegasus sat as still as a stone statue in silence.
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Joey rode for a while enjoying the feel of the powerful machine under him and the wind ripping through his suit. His mind filled with thoughts of Kaiba. Kaiba who liked to make Jou grovel like a beaten dog, Kaiba who tried to shatter Jou’s confidence in himself at every available opportunity. Kaiba who, for some reason known only to the Ice Man himself, followed Jou home after a humiliating and confrontation and used his choppers to save innocent lives from the inferno that had once been Joey’s happy home. Now it was time to find out what the dragon master wanted.
The tall iron gates to the mansion were standing wide open as if in expectation of an invited guest so Jou invited himself to the front door. Before he could reach for the doorbell, the blonde was tackled by something chest-high with spiky black fur…er, hair.
“Mokuba?”
“Joey, I’m so sorry about your dad. I begged Seto to let me go see you, but he kept telling me you’d come to us when you were ready. I‘m just sooo glad you’re okay.” The younger Kaiba brother gushed in a single breath.
“It’s cool, Mokuba.” Joey couldn’t help smiling at the kid. He was so completely different than his older sibling.
“Mokuba, are you going to invite our visitor in?” Speaking of the older sibling…cool and calm as always, Seto Kaiba smirked from the entryway.
“Oh yeah. Come in, Joey.”
“Don’t you have homework, Mokuba?” Seto asked, making it clear that he wanted to speak to Jou alone.
“Yes, big brother.” He left sounding disappointed.
Seto stalked off in a different direction without indicating anything to Joey about following him. He just assumed puppies normally followed their masters…although his arrogance also covered his surprise and delight that Jou was actually here. Now if Seto could just pull this off without screwing up and revealing his true feelings to the mutt…
He led Jou to a three-season porch furnished in antiqued wicker. From here there was a view Seto wanted Jou to see. A large swimming pool, semi-disguised to look like a natural part of the surrounding gardens, complete with a diving board, a lazily twisting water slide, and rope for swinging out over the pool, effortlessly dominated the Zen gardens while a wide stone path wound its way through the backyard. But all of that was only eye candy for what Seto really wanted to show Jou. A long low building with a second floor that covered perhaps a third of the roof with an outdoor flight of stairs leading to a balcony and sliding glass doors was set into the background behind the lavish gardens. The building was a garage. Over it an apartment had been built to house surveillance equipment, a security guard, and a chauffeur before Gozaburo’s death. It now stood empty.
“Uh, Kaiba, I just wanted to stop by and thank you for my bike.” Jou felt awkward and he was a little distracted by the view. Kaiba had so much he didn’t appreciate and yet he was smug enough to flaunt it in the face of someone who had lost everything…
Kaiba nodded and decided now was the time to put his offer on the table. “Jou, we need to talk.”
“Aaah…come on, Kaiba, I just left my dad’s funeral. I appreciate you saving my bike and all, but I’m not really in the mood for one of your speeches.”
Seto tensed, this wasn’t going well. “Aren’t you curious to know why I was at your apartment?” Great…why don’t you get down on your knee and propose already, idiot! Seto grumbled at himself.
But Jou merely shrugged, not noticing the miniscule plea in Seto’s voice. “Haven’t thought about it. I guess I’ve had other things on my mind. How am I supposed to know what goes on in your head? I’m just a dumb mutt remember? Maybe you thought of some new insults to throw at me. I’ve given you enough new material. Look, I should leave before this gets ugly.” His short temper was getting the better of him and he wanted to walk out of here with some shred of dignity intact. He didn’t have much else.
Seto sighed and tried to relax. “What do you think, Jou? Would you like to live here and work for me?”
“As what? Court jester? Do I amuse you that much? Is that why you wouldn’t just let me die in peace?” Kaiba’s eyes widened in surprise, “Yeah, I know all about that little tantrum you threw in the emergency room. Were you afraid you’d have to find a new dog to abuse? Yugi told me all about it! He thinks you want to be my friend! How wrong is that? Come on, Kaiba laugh it up! Don’t you think that’s just the funniest thing you ever heard?” Jou snarled having lost the battle with his anger.
Kaiba winced inwardly as Jou’s words fell like lashes on his already scarred heart. Why was he letting the mutt get the best of him? Oh, yeah…the mutt had always had the best of him. The mutt was just too dense to see it. Yugi-now that was a different story.
“Yugi is right.” Kaiba responded evenly, making a tremendous effort not to get defensive.
“What? You’re admitting your worst enemy is right?” Joey laughed hollowly; choosing to ignore the meaning in Seto’s words, because thinking about them might cause him to black out again.
“He’s more of a rival than an enemy.” Seto corrected. “There’s an apartment over the garage, Jou, you‘d live there. I’d have you drive the limo, mostly for Mokuba, and I’d expect you to keep him company while I’m working. He resents having a bodyguard or a babysitter and frankly, I don’t blame him. But he wouldn’t see you in that light. He’d see you as a friend. There may be some odd jobs here and there, too. I keep only a very limited staff. There is always something that needs taken care of-errands to run, vehicle maintenance, landscaping, and the pool.”
“You’re serious.” Joey finally realized feeling light-headed.
“I have two conditions.” Seto added.
“What?” Well, this couldn’t be good…
“The first is that you maintain an acceptable GPA.”
“What’s acceptable?”
“At least 3.0.”
“No way! I can’t do that! I’m barely passing most of my classes!”
“Except for art and p. e. I know. That’s why you need a tutor.”
“And you’re going to be that tutor?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“You will be celibate.”
“What! You’re out of your fricking skull, Kaiba! Even my dad didn’t try to control my personal life! You’ve got absolutely no right!”
Seto hadn’t really thought Jou would consider living here, even without the second condition on which he wanted Jou’s promise for entirely selfish reasons.
“I will not have my brother exposed to your particular perversions!” Good thing he had a scapegoat…
“Now wait a minute! Now you’re calling me a pervert! I knew all you wanted was to mock me! Like I wouldn’t be careful!”
Seto had restrained his temper long enough. “I know exactly how careful you can be, Wheeler! I won’t have Mokuba looking for you, say, at the game shop, to find you with a ’customer’s’ cock in your mouth!” He growled.
“You bakayaru! What exactly are you implying? That I’m some kind of gigolo?” There was some truth in that, but indignation and raw emotions overrode reason and Joey lunged catching Seto off-guard in his midsection and knocking the air from his lungs. They rolled on the floor and somehow Jou ended up straddling Seto with one abused, stiff hand raised in a fist when Mokuba walked in.
“Big brother, I’m done with my homework…” He stopped mid-sentence when the full impact of the scene before him sank in.
“Good going, Mutt!” Seto hissed, pushing the blonde off of him and rolling to his feet. “It’s okay, Mokuba. Jou’s just having a bad day. Was there something you wanted?”
“You…you said I could have a friend over to play video games if I got my homework done early enough…” Mokuba stammered uncertainly.
“Yes, you may.” Seto said soothingly.
Mokuba ran off as if his life depended on it. Kaiba glared at Joey who still sat on the floor staring at his hands in shame. “Uh, is your offer still open?”
Seto felt weak in the knees and leaned into a table for support while trying to look menacing. The puppy was actually willing to stay here with him and his brother?
“Yes.” Seto responded coldly, which was the opposite of how he felt…
“Okay. I accept.”
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