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Thin Line	By : Rroselavy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: I don't own or profit in way from Yu-Gi-Oh.

Chapter 11
In anger, Jou pushed the pile of clothes he'd purchased of the bureau. He wanted to trash something, but there really wasn't anything in the room to destroy. As the clothes flew, he felt something sharp make contact with his hand. Under the clothes had been the Keane CD he had coveted. Mokuba had bought it for him, and secretly left it for him to find. He shook his head at the wonder of how two brothers could be so different. That Mokuba was capable of such kind acts, expecting nothing in return, while any act of kindness from Kaiba would certainly require repayment, plus interest.
In the bathroom, Jou looked at himself in the mirror, gently sponging his lip with a wet washcloth. There wasn't much of a cut at all, the swelling would recede within the day. He felt empty and alone. He loved Kaiba, of that he was sure, and he was equally sure that Kaiba did not love him back. There was a soft knock at the door. "Set--"
"Jou, it's Mokuba. Please let me in."
He took a deep breath and wiped stubborn tears from his eyelashes. "Hold on Moku." It must be time for him to get to school. He opened the door to Mokuba's tear-streaked face.
"Jou, you can't leave, he didn't mean it. Please, you have to stay!" Mokuba threw his arms around Jou's waist.
"Hey, Moku, it's okay, I'm not going anywhere. I promised your brother I'd stay with you."
"That's not what I mean, Jou. You have to stay with Seto!"
He sighed, wondering how much Mokuba had heard, what exactly did he think their relationship was. "Moku, I don't think your brother wants me to stay," he said, resigned.
"No Jou, that's not true!" Mokuba's voice got louder. "That's not true at all! He loves you!" Mokuba's eyes widened, he covered his mouth with his hand.
"Mokuba, where would you get such a crazy idea," Jou asked softly.
"It's not an idea! It's the truth, and I have proof!" he answered earnestly. "You can't tell him that I told you though," he continued, "He'll kill me if he found out."
"Found out what, Mokuba?"
"That I know. That I know he loves you and I told you."
Jou sat on the toilet, rubbing his temples. "Moku, I don't know what ya think you know--"
"That's it. It's not what I think, it's what Seto thinks!" His eyes became big as saucers. "You see, I hacked into his personal files. I was mad at him 'cause he grounded me for a bad grade in English and I wanted to get something on him to embarrass him." Mokuba's eyes were downcast, he was ashamed at what he'd done.
"Remember that money you came into, that inheritance?" he asked suddenly.
"How'd you know about that?" Jou's eyes narrowed.
Mokuba stood in front of him now, his face inches away. "That wasn't an inheritance, Jou. Seto did that."
He swallowed hard. Seto gave him the money? Why? Mokuba could see the question on Jou's lips.
"He said he couldn't stand what you were doing." I heard him on the phone, talking to the lawyer about you. He got really mad that I was eavesdropping. He'd kill me if he knew I looked in his files! You won't tell him, will you?"
Jou flushed with embarrassment. God he was ashamed. What could Mokuba think of him? What could Kaiba think of him? No wonder he didn't think he was boyfriend material.
Mokuba stood silently, expectantly, tears welling in his eyes.
"No, I won't tell him." Jou took him into his arms and hugged him gently. "Now I think it's time we got you to school."
They rode in the limo silently.
"Jou, that wasn't the only proof I have," Mokuba offered.
"Moku, I don't think your bro-- Seto would appreciate you sharing any more with me," Jou cautioned. He didn't feel comfortable hearing anything else. He was having a hard enough time digesting what he'd already learned. But he had to admit it was interesting. He knew he should have been angry, but he wasn't. The thought that Kaiba had really cared that much, so long ago, warmed him. Maybe there was hope.
"Okay, but can I tell you something that's not really a secret. At least not a secret Seto told me to keep?"
"Would it make you feel better, Moku?"
"Yes, it would." The smaller boy hesitated. Tears brimmed over his lids, spilling down his cheeks.
"I know my stepfather used to beat Seto. He doesn't know I know. He tried to hide it from me. But I caught Gozuboro doing it. It was awful. Seto just stood there taking it. And I know he did it for me, so that it wouldn't happen to me." He was sobbing, and Jou took him in his arms. "But that's not all," Mokuba choked out. His sobs were wracking his body now, he was gulping desperately for air. "One time, once, Gozuboro had his pants down, I saw him make Seto kiss him there," he pointed to his own crotch. Tears were running freely now from his squeezed-shut eyes. Jou hugged him tighter.
He felt cold all over. It hit him all at once how much Kaiba had given of himself in order to protect Mokuba, how much damage had been inflicted on him.
"It's okay, Moku. It's over now, and you couldn't do anything to stop it. You were just a little kid."
"B-but, Jou ... I was glad it was Seto and not me!" he sobbed. "Why would he do that to Set?"
Jou grimaced. There was so much pain in the other boy's voice. "I dunno Moku. People do awful things to their kids. But I will tell you this. I'm an older brother, and I know that Seto was glad it was him and not you!"
A memory long forgotten flooded back to him. The first time his father had given him an all-out beating, an escalation from the usual getting slapped around. He had come upon his father with Serenity on his lap, he was fondling her in a most decidedly unfatherlike way. Jou could see the lust in his eyes, the trepidation in Serenity's. She was about eight at the time, he eleven.
"Dad, what are you doing?" he had asked incredulously. Caught, his father had pushed Serenity off his lap, she ran to her room.
He saw the rage in his father's eyes as he came at him. He thought it would be just another slap, but his father pummeled him until he was near unconscious. He stumbled after his father toward Serenity's room. His father had her cornered, he was talking to her gently, trying to coax her toward him.
"Serenity, go next door!" Jou screamed as he scooted between her and his father. He was terrified of the repercussions, but more terrified of his father hurting his sister. But instead of beating him further, his father just went out.
Later, Jou told Serenity's mom what happened. He reflected now, that was what had started the ball rolling on his deportation. He realized sadly that in her panic to get his father away, Serenity's mom also feared that Jou might harm her as well. Bitter bile welled up in his throat.
"Really?" Mokuba asked.
"Really. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for my little sister."
He sniffled into Jou's shirt and Jou gently stroked the younger boy's black hair. Gradually the sobs and dry heaves subsided and they rode together silently. The peace was interrupted by the ringing of Mokuba's cellphone.
* * *
Tears spilled onto his cheeks as the car pulled away. He felt awful, his chest ached. He'd ruined everything. And now he was heading halfway around the world, leaving wounds open and festering. He knew should call Jou, but sat looking out the window. What could he say? What if Jou refused his call? He hated himself for crying, swore angrily at his weakness. Finally, he called the house.
"Mr. Jounouchi has escorted Master Kaiba to school in the limousine," the butler informed him.
He sighed. Mokuba was right, he did love Jounouchi. No matter how he turned things over and over in his mind, he could only come to that conclusion. He loved Katsuya Jounouchi. He said it to himself, 'I love you Katsuya Jounouchi,' feeling the words roll off his tongue, as if he were speaking a foreign language. The revelation sent shivers up his spine. With it, came the fear that he'd lost Jou. That he'd stepped over the line. That the relationship was over before it had a chance to blossom.
After his parents died in a car accident, Kaiba never allowed himself to love anyone, anything other than Mokuba. He dimly remembered loving his parents, remembered the dying words his mother said to him from her hospital bed, "Take care of your brother, Seto. He is all you have now," before being turned over to the orphanage. So that's what he did. He took care of Mokuba. Always and ever.
Then Jounouchi had entered his life. At first he'd been a mild diversion. Jounouchi was exotic. He was from America. He was blond. He was tough. He was loyal. He would do anything for his friends. He didn't suffer fools. Despite the image he projected, Kaiba knew Jou possessed a rare intelligence. Kaiba could not pinpoint when his pique had turned to infatuation. He mused that there really hadn't been a point, it was just one long continuum ending in love.
A wave of panic washed over him. What if Jounouchi went back to his father? He pressed the speed dial for Mokuba's cell. He had to set some things right. The least he could do was let Jou know he was free from his father, and after Thursday, his graduation day, if Jou wanted, he was free of him.
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