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Deliverance	By : thelostogg Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8811 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 12

                “Thanks again, for letting us borrow all this,” Jou slapped Seto on the shoulder and adjusted the receiver in his left ear. He twisted a small orange ear plug and inserted it into his right ear.
                Seto’s security didn’t have nearly enough weapons to suit Jou and Lynn’s tastes, but they did have bullet proof vests, radios, and a dozen other random things that Jou seemed to think were wonderful. Seto wouldn’t have thought he’d get excited about ear plugs, but apparently they were a normal part of the job. He had also been a bit embarrassed to find that the black body armor that his security typically wore, upon close inspection, proved to be hocky gear. Jou said he never bothered with anything but a vest, but Lynn had taken the shin and elbow guards with a smile, saying that everybody knew they were the best out there.
                Seto would have to find his security something with a tactical logo on it, at least.
                He had insisted on coming with them and had driven one of his security officers’ SUVs. For all Seto knew, Roland was following them somewhere, and had probably all ready called in the half-dozen other men who usually showed up when Seto got into trouble. Seto even had a bullet proof vest on, although he knew that getting anywhere near things that were exploding or likely to shoot him would make Jou go on the defensive again.
                Jou had given him the directions that guided them to this quiet part of Domino’s industrial district, and specifically to a dark, dusty warehouse surrounded by vacant buildings. They were close enough to the coast that Seto could smell the salt in the air. Lynn took off as soon as the car was parked, telling Jou to give him eight minutes and a radio check before he went in. Jou had agreed and began to check his vest and weapons, and to insert the single ear plug the radio allowed for, while Seto sat behind the wheel of the SUV and looked around. The alley was empty. Empty, but familiar. The feeling of dread that he was expecting, the feeling of utter helplessness that he felt every time he seen a dirt streaked window after he’d been rescued, bubbled up slowly inside of him. But the feeling wasn’t overwhelming this time. It wasn’t a headfirst dive into a full blown panic attack.
                “That was the building, wasn’t it?” Seto whispered.
                Seto didn’t need an answer. After weeks of the same dank room, those first few sights and smells as he was carried out to the car were engrained in his memory as rigidly as his own name. He had never been able to find the building again, because it was tucked away in a warren of alleys and streets, but he would know it anywhere.
                “Yes,” Jou said, still continuing his work. “Sasano owned it, used it for storing shipments when customs needed to inspect his legitimate places.”
                Seto discretely stared the location on his phone’s GPS. When Jou was done, Seto would make sure that this place ended up in so many pieces that even he wouldn’t be able to recognize it.
                “I never did apologize for how that ended, did I?” Jou whispered.
                “If it weren’t for you, it would have ended worse…”
                “Well, I’m still sorry. I really thought I could save you and let things with Sasano just keep going on as normal… I’ve been in similar positions, never for as along, but… Well, I’m sorry. If I had just not given a fuck about Sasano, I would have gotten you out of there as soon as I saw you…” Jou rubbed the back of his head and grinned. “Of course, then I wouldn’t have found out how obsessed you are with me…”
                “I’m not obsessed.”
                “Yeah, right. You just set out to ruin my life when I turned you down because you’re an egotistical asshole, I forgot.”
                Seto shut his eyes and reached for Jou’s knee. He relaxed a little when Jou didn’t shove his hand away or even flinch. “I set out to hurt you,” he admitted. “I wanted to believe what you said the night we graduated. I wanted you to love me. And then when you turned around and said no the very next night, I thought you had just been fucking with me from the start. It hurt, so I wanted to hurt you. In the back of my head, I figured that there was no way Jounouchi Katsuya would put up with that from me without some kind of confrontation…” Seto had to chuckle at his own eighteen year old stupidity. “Every night for the next month, I stayed awake listening for a car or an angry knock on the door, hoping you’d finally worked up the nerve to come talk to me about it.”
                Seto  gasped as Jou’s hand covered his own, then tickled its way up his arm and to his neck. “This is not the time for this,” Jou whispered, though his didn’t remove his fingers from the back of Seto’s neck.
                “There might not be another time,” Seto snapped. “I need to tell you… I am calculating. I am callous. And I couldn’t think of any other way to get you into my bedroom besides drugging you and chaining you to the bed. I was infatuated with you. I am in love with you. But I am absolutely not obsessed with you.”
                Jou chuckled, moved his hand down to squeeze Seto’s knee, then withdrew. In the passenger’s seat, Jou was fiddling with a pair of binoculars. “Not the time… Or the place…”
                “You don’t think so? If I can get this headrest off, you could bend me over the back of the seat,” Seto offered.
                “It’d be a bit cramped,” Jou insisted, leaning over the dashboard to look up towards the roof of the building. “Can you imagine the scandal if we got wedged between the roof and the seat and had to call for road-side assistance or something? Or worse, if Lynn came out and found us stuck like that?”
                Seto hit the last button on the driver’s door console. The SUV’s sunroof opened up silently.
                Jou glanced at the sunroof, then squeezed his eyes shut and smiled brightly. He pulled Seto towards him over the gear box and kissed him, half-laughing as he did. “Tell you what, when we’re done, tonight, we’ll experiment and see if it’s possible. Though I don’t think I’d like not being able to touch you… Wouldn’t want to be unfair or anything.”
                Seto rolled his eyes. “I’ve nearly finished in my pants just remembering the first time,” Seto admitted bluntly.
                Jou’s smile grew bigger and he shook, ever so slightly, with laughter. “Not the time.”
                “Fine…”
                Seto watched Jou fiddle with more equipment, watched him reach for the binoculars again, and then fiddle with even more equipment. He drummed on the steering wheel, too nervous to sit still. “You two do know that this is a trap, don’t you?”
                “Yes. Although, with Dominic, it’s difficult to say who it’s a trap for. Collin said that Dominic was avoiding his questions when they talked this morning.”
                “And you’re going in anyway?”
                “Yes,” Jou snapped. “If Sasano’s kid did try to set this up, I’d like to talk to him.”
                “Right. Of course you do.” Seto drummed on the steering wheel. “But you’re you. What’s the worst that can happen, right?”
                “The worst that can happen is that I end up brutally tortured and killed, they kill Lynn too, then take out your car, capture and kill you, then go after Mokuba and take over Kaiba Corp. once he’s been disposed of.”
                Seto grimaced. “You know, when someone says something along the lines of ‘What’s the worst that can happen?’ they aren’t looking for an honest answer. It’s a rhetorical fucking question.”
                “In this case, I’d place the odds of my or Lynn dying at approximately forty percent. I’d peg you dying at fifteen percent. With the Mokuba and Kaiba Corp thing, I’d say it’s less than a one percent chance. Relax Kaiba, I’m good at this.”
                “Those aren’t the best odds.”
                “Could be worse,” said Jou, pulling back the slide of a gray pistol. “Hell, there’s always a decent chance of getting killed in a car accident, but I don’t see that stopping you from driving.”
                “Look, just… be careful, alright. I want a chance to figure out what this thing is, and I can’t do that if you’re dead. I’m not going to say they’re just cats, because I know how much they mean to you, but…”
                “I’d be doing this even if he didn’t have my cats, Kaiba. Sasano’s kid might not be behind this, but he has a lot of proud and wealthy uncles who wouldn’t balk at having an excuse to try and take me out. Plus, Dominic came all this way to play. I’ve got to go. It’s a matter of professional courtesy.”
                “Professional courtesy? To have a quiet meeting where you can both try to kill each other?”
                Jou rolled his eyes. “Just let it go, Kaiba. I appreciate you loaning us some gear, I really do, but this has to come first. If I don’t show up, it’s going to be viewed as a sign of weakness and then there will be no end to the morons who come knocking on my door hoping to make a quick buck.”
                “Don’t give me that bullshit, Jounouchi. There are other ways we can deal with the Yakuza. Money, for one! Do you actually like doing this? Living your life like this?”
                Jou considered him seriously. “Yes, actually. No one is going to pay me to sit around reading, Kaiba. I like my job. I’m good at my job. I see no reason whatsoever to balk at Dom and a few Yakuza wannabes.”
                “But it’s got you so fucked up that you have your own shrink following your around the world trying to get through to you!” Seto shouted.
                “I do?”
                “I know a psychiatrist when I talk to one, Jou. I’ve spent more than enough time amusing myself by learning how to manipulate them.”
                Jou sneered and punched the side of the SUV. “I swear, if he can’t learn to keep his mouth shut, I’m going to play a game of fucking tick-tack-toe across his chest. He’s going to get himself killed. Yes, he’s a psychiatrist.   But, he’s not my psychiatrist.”
                “He is trying to help you, though! Why do you let him follow you around doing things like this? Turning himself into…”
                “Stop right three, Kaiba,” Jou leaned over the dash board again. On the rooftop, there was some kind of scuffle going on. Jou watched intently, but kept talking. “With me, Collin is everything he appears to be. It’s in real life that he has to pretend. He enjoys killing. He enjoys letting himself go and acting like a sociopath. So you found out he’s got a day job, bravo, but don’t delude yourself into thinking that he’s a good guy who just got caught up in something nasty by following me. He’s been doing this since I was ten. He told me at first he did it because the Army discovered that he has less moral conflict about killing a stranger than a predator has about killing its breakfast. Then he said he started freelancing to pay for school. Then just until he had enough cash to be financially secure. And then it was just enough cash for his old lady to start up her own business. Then it was just enough money for research funding… Kaiba, if he didn’t enjoy this life, he’d hire a grant writer like everyone else. He doesn’t need or want your help any more than I do.”
                “But you put up with him trying to help you!”
                “As if I have a choice,” Jou snorted.
                “You don’t have to do this, Jou,” Seto whispered.
                Someone fell from the room, a lifeless body clothed in a cheap suit. Jou’s binoculars followed the body as it fell. Seto had to force himself not to flinch as the man’s neck, already slit open, caught on a corner of the fire escape on the second floor. The skin tore and spine snapped as sheer momentum carried the body to the ground with a muffled thud. The man’s head landed a few feet away and shattered. Seto glanced up and saw Lynn’s hair fluttering in the breeze as the man stared down at the scene. He had his hand on his chin and a gleeful expression on his face.
                “Alright, sixty percent…” Jou hissed. “If they weren’t ready for us before they sure as hell are now… Be back in a few,” Jou said with a bright smile.
                Seto’s world seemed to move in slow motion as Jou leapt out of the SUV and ran, half-crouched, towards the building. On the roof, Lynn was nowhere to be seen. Seto expected the world to blow up. He held his breath waiting for the dirt-encrusted windows to splinter and blow outwards, pushed by a furious inferno.
                Sitting there in the car, he heard a few quiet pops from inside the building, and then silence. The silence dragged on for far too long. Seto clenched the steering wheel so tight that the knuckles of both his hands became white with the strain. Seto turned his eyes towards his watch and focused on the second hand as it ticked away with the passing of one minute, and then another. For a very brief moment, he thought about calling the police, but then came to his senses. Nothing good would come of calling the police. Jou and Lynn would still be in danger, and if they somehow survived entering the warehouse, they would most certainly end up in jail afterwards, along with Seto himself. But he couldn’t stand to wait in the car and feel helpless, either.
                Seto glanced into the review mirror, noticing that the same black SUV had driven past the entrance to the alley four times since he had stopped the car. For a moment, he was relieved that Roland was resolutely ignoring his orders to stay with Mokuba. But just for a moment. Seto watched the second hand on his watch, counting the approximately ninety seconds it took for the SUV to circle back around. The second Roland’s SUV drove out of sight again, Seto hopped out of the car and ran over to the side of the warehouse.
                He caught hold of the drain pipe descending from the corner of the building and pulled himself up until he could see into the window. The only part of the warehouse he could see was a small section of concrete floor. There were two bloody bodies crumpled on the concrete. More pops sounded from somewhere to the left, bus Seto just couldn’t get a good enough angle to see what was going on.
                He dropped back down to the ground and crept towards the large garage doors along the side wall. One of the doors was open, but the men guarding it were dead. Seto didn’t want to step over one of the bodies, but he also didn’t want to expose himself to whatever and whoever might be right inside, so he crept along the wall, taking one awkward lunge to avoid stepping in the pool of blood as he stepped over the corpse, and took a quick peek around the corner into the warehouse.
                There were more bodies in the warehouse than he would have imagined possible, including six fallen men Seto recognized as Yakuza Lords, and politicians, from around the country.   All six of them appeared to have been lined up, forced to kneel, and then shot through the back of the head. There were no bindings on their wrists or ankles, no gags in their mouths. These men had not put up a fight, and Seto wondered just who had killed them. Another two bodies in suits were thrown flat on their backs near the end of the line. This pair was an older man in a very expensive suit and, Seto stifled the gasp that threatened to claw its way out of his throat, a young boy. From the way the bodies fell, it was obvious that the older man had been attempting to shield the child. Seto scanned the large storage room, frantically trying to find any hint of movement that would signal Jou, Lynn, or someone he really didn’t want to deal with.
                There was nothing. Or rather, nothing alive. Seto’s eyes fell on large crate that had become all too familiar to him over the last few days. The gray Apec pet carrier was on the floor. The door hung open, but the pet carrier was too obviously still full. Around the slits in the crate, a brown goo seeped through the crate walls and had spread into a shinny brown puddle. Definitely brown. Seto wasn’t sure if he should be worried or not. It obviously wasn’t blood. As he took a step closer to the pet crate, the stench of ammonia assaulted him. He avoided the puddle and stepped around toward the side of the crate where the door hung open, then knelt down and peered inside from several feet away. Inside he could make out two entwined still forms, devoid of hair, and with only marginal amounts of tissue and bone holding together shapes that were still somehow feline. The brown goo clung to what was left of them.
                “What the fuck?” he whispered, stumbling backwards.
                “Hm,” said a voice that was far closer to his ear than anyone should have been. “The new pet…”
                “You would be Dominic?” Seto said, feigning a coolness he most certainly didn’t feel.
                “Obviously.”
                Seto climbed back to his feet and made a show of dusting himself off, but he didn’t turn around. “What did you do to Joey’s cats?”
                “Those fur balls had it coming,” the voice insisted, though it was strangely free of malice. “They were practically demonic.”
                “I wasn’t asking for an excuse for your actions, but an explanation of the mechanism you used. Is that oil?”
                “Ha! I think I’m beginning to see how you managed to get his attention. Lye, not oil. It’s a process called alkaline hydrolysis. It would have broken them down into a pool of that crud and a few crunchy bits, but it’s hard to find a good-sized pressure cooker when you need one, so I had to made due with boiling them in it.”
                Seto nodded slowly. What the hell was someone supposed to say in response to a statement like that? Seto found every muscle in his body tensing, and somehow that kept his escalating heart rate and the panic attack that was beginning to take hold of him. “That’s creative,” he finally managed.
                “I thought so, too, but it was kind of dull. I must have imagined a hundred different things I would do to those two little shits if ever given the chance.   Unfortunately, after about ten minutes it became as exciting as watching stew simmer. It was worth it to see the look on Joey’s face, though. Pure, uninhibited rage. It was breathtaking.”
                “He killed them, then?” Seto nodded towards the line of bodies, his eyes lingering once again on the body of the small boy.
                “What?” The man behind him laughed. As he shook slightly, Seto felt the press of a pistol against his back, right over his spine. “No, those twerps on their knees were supposed to be some kind of peace offering, to keep Joey from killing the kid and the old man. Here I am, hearing all this crap about the Japanese sense of honor, and it turns out to be bullshit. The cowards would rather take out their own guys than actually take responsibility for their own stupidity. And since they just would have gotten in the way, I decided to deal with them preemptively.”
                Seto had a premonition that this was not the type of man who was likely to respond well if he pointed out that one of them was just child. “So it’s just you?”
                “Just me and Joey, assuming Collin managed to listen and stay the fuck out of this. Just like old times… Except that old times didn’t include additional baggage,” the man seethed in Seto’s ear.
                Seto was about to snap at the other man, pistol or not, when he caught sight of something moving high up on the wall to their right. He didn’t look at it. He focused his eyes on the man behind him and turned the almost undetectable startle into a double-take. The man he had seen the night before stood behind him, yes, but once again Seto was struck by how unremarkable the man was. Dominic had brown hair that was cut short and draped over his eyes in soft curves, he had hazel eyes that were almost entirely blue, except for a soft starburst of yellow in the center near his pupils. He seemed about equal to Seto in terms of height and build.
                “Nothing to say? I thought you were some kind of genius… I expected some kind of come back.”
                “I am,” said Seto calmly. “My IQ isn’t helping me figure out what Joey saw in you though. Joey’s gorgeous. Collin and Joey I can understand, since no matter how jealous the idea makes me, they’re both so beautiful hat it would be sacrilegious to get between them. You’re… you’re so ordinary…”
                “Ordinary?” Dominic laughed. “Might want to look into a mirror more often, genius. You and I could pass for brothers. Which means that the only thing he could possibly see in you, is me.
                Seto felt the pistol dig into his spine harder. He didn’t know what had removed his own restraint. Maybe he was just so drunk on his barely controlled adrenalin rush that his inhibitions had vanished. Maybe some part of his brain was quietly calculating the odds of his survival and figured that he was a dead man anyway, so he might as well he honest. Maybe, just maybe, he was too thrilled by the realization that, after all this time, Jou had chosen a lover who was essentially just a copy of Seto to care about a little thing like mortality.
                “Aston Martin and Mazda both make cars that look nearly identical from a distance,” Seto smirked, “But if you look at the two side by side, it’s not difficult to figure out which one is superior and which one is a cheap imitation or the other…” Seto raised both of his eyebrows and smirked.   “That aside, though, you’re also incredibly out of control. Do you really think that Joey or Collin, or even those two guys you came here with, would let their emotions prompt them to spend a night boiling cats in lye? Or that anything short of not getting paid would make them kill their own clients? They’re not out here trying to take some violent revenge or rising to your taunts and comments, are they? They’re professionals, and you…” Seto shook his head, allowing all of the disgust he felt when he looked at the oily brown goo and the young boy’s body to pour out through his expression. “Your just a psychotic brat whose trying to keep up with them.”
                Seto just chuckled when he felt slender fingers wrap around his neck. The gun in his back vanished and another hand joined the first.
                Now really was the time to shut up and try to fight back.
                It really was.
                Seto just couldn’t help it. “Were you actually surprised that he’d rather spend the night with a book than with you?” Seto gasped. “Once you get past the psychotic thing, you’re just…” Seto pulled at the fingers wrapped around his neck and managed a slow, but sufficient breath. Of all the ways he had ever imagined he might one day end up committing suicide, taunting a blood thirsty assassin had never figured into his worst nightmares, but he just couldn’t stop himself. “A dull amateur…” Seto whispered.
                Just as the world began to turn black, fresh air filled his lungs all at once. And with the air came pain.
                Seto staggered forward a foot and reached for his neck. The fingers wrapped around his neck were gone, but the spots where they had tried to choke the life out of him burned to the touch. Feeling as though he was trapped in some slow motion action scene, Seto ran his hands down his body, trying to find the source of the stabbing pain, but his hands seemed to be frozen in place.
                He looked up to see Jounouchi standing just twenty feet away from him, between two tall stacks of boxes. Jou’s gun was drawn and pointed at him. Movement to his right catch his attention again, and this time he couldn’t help but turn his head. Lynn was striding towards him from that side, with a pistol pointed at the ground behind Seto. Seto looked down at his feet and saw a limp hand resting beside the inside of his shoe. The hand was covered with blood. Seto stared at it and watched as a drop of blood from Seto’s own suit dripped from his own jacket and down onto the pale skin.
                He followed the drop, then tilted his head to the side and stared at the front of his jacket, wondering just how so much blood had gotten all over him. If his mind hadn’t been slowing, he might have connected the blood to the pain. If his body hadn’t stopped responding to his direction, he might had pulled side the jacket. He looked up into Jounouchi’s eyes and watched to make a joke about how he couldn’t even seem to move, when Jounouchi probably wouldn’t have noticed such a little scratch. The words wouldn’t form in his throat. His mouth wouldn’t move. The only part of the joke that managed to escape was a slight smile.
                The smile died as Seto saw a look of horror wash away the emotionless mask that Jounouchi wore. The emotions cascaded over Jounouchi’s features, each one clear and full of fire, and each one reminded Seto of how alive Jou had always seemed as a teenager. Then the horror and shock coalesced into a calm, rational frown. Seto expected Jou’s eyes to look dead once again, but when he looked into Jou’s eyes now, he saw fear. Fear and resolve.
                The gun in Jounouchi’s hand rose slightly and exploded as Jounouchi pulled the trigger. The world was moving so slowly that Seto saw the barrel of the gun recoil, saw the slight pop of smoke. He head the tinkle of the shell casing as it landed on the concrete floor. The force of the bullet and the pain hit him at the same time, throwing him back until he tripped over the body at his feet and collapsed onto his back.
                He tried to call out to Jounouchi. He watched Lynn clap Jou on the shoulder and turn him gently towards the warehouse door. He saw Lynn’s worried, and almost apologetic eyes one last time, and then even his eyes stopped moving the way he wanted them to.
                Jounouchi had shot him. Not shot through him to hit Dominic, but actually shot him.
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