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If It Takes Forever, I Will Find You	By : Rroselavy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4396 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: If It Takes Forever, I Will Find You (2/6)
Author: Rroselavy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Seto/Jou
Beta: Akuchan
Final Word count: 3212 (7559 total)
Spoilers: None, AU
Disclaimer: I do not own or profit from Yu-gi-oh!
Summary: It has been almost a year to the day since Kaiba Seto last saw his lover Jounouchi Katsuya. At the realization that Jou may be gone for good, Kaiba sets off on a cruise vacation to begin the healing process.
Chapter 2: Reason
"The heart has reasons that reason does not understand."
-- Jacques Benigne Bossuel
It had been three weeks since Jounouchi disappeared, and Kaiba had exhausted all avenues for finding him. He'd been in contact with all of his friends, with his father, mother, and sister-not one of them had seen or heard from the blond. Jou had neither used any of the credit cards that Kaiba had given to him, nor had he made any calls from his cell phone. It was as if he had dropped off the face of the earth.
The first few days after Jou's disappearance, Kaiba, figuring that his beloved had sought refuge with either Yugi or Honda, had been content to give him time; to allow Jou to come home of his own volition. Outwardly the CEO continued to go to work and to attend meetings and social engagements as if nothing had happened, murmuring politely to anyone who enquired about Jou's absence that his partner was out of town on a family matter. Inwardly though, Kaiba was on an emotional rollercoaster, veering from anger and rage at both his lover and the anonymous men in the movie clips, to panic that what had happened had caused an irreparable rift between them. Over and over in his mind the brunet railed at his lover for not coming to him for protection, for running away instead of staying and giving him the chance to understand his actions. For once Kaiba was relieved that Mokuba was traveling abroad and not at home with him--he didn't know how he would be able to adequately explain why Jounouchi had left.
By the first weekend after Jou's disappearance both Yugi and Honda had telephoned looking for him, Yugi concerned because Jou had blown off a movie they'd agreed to see and Honda because he and Jou had planned to spend that Saturday together at Kaibaland. After questioning both of the blond's friends, it became apparent to Kaiba that they had not heard from Jou at all since before he had disappeared. The knowledge that not even Jounouchi's closest friends knew of the blond's whereabouts frightened Kaiba terribly, and that fright had overridden his desire to keep his private life intact and sheltered from any public scrutiny.
Faced with the reality that Jou might be missing rather than in voluntary hiding, Kaiba had invited Yugi and Honda to the mansion to fill them in on the events that had occurred. Kaiba hated the idea of divulging the activities contained in the movie clips that he'd discovered, but by the time he'd played them for Yugi and Honda, he'd become desperate to find his lover.
Both Honda and Yugi had been stunned by what they saw. Neither of them had had any clue that Jounouchi was in trouble, nor could either imagine who might have been able to coerce their friend into such compromising positions. Yugi had burst into tears and cried out, "Kaiba, you have to believe Jou would never have done that willingly. He loves you more than life itself! He would never hurt you!"
"Of course I know that, Yugi. What I don't understand is why he ran away--why he didn't stay to explain to me what happened." Kaiba confessed bitterly.
"Someone or something must have scared him, Kaiba. We have to find Jou and make sure he's okay!" Yugi exclaimed. Kaiba glanced over Yugi's head, locking eyes with Honda. The malevolent look on the other brunet's face had mirrored the rage that gripped the CEO.
"God help the bastards who did that to Jounouchi. When I get through with them they'll wish they were dead." The hazel-eyed brunet had seethed. In that moment, the CEO had realized that he had a powerful ally in his quest to bring justice to the lowlifes who'd abused his lover.
Kaiba thought that once he'd brought Jounouchi's circle of friends in on the search for his beloved someone would be able to find him. But as the days stretched into weeks with no clues turning up to indicate Jou's whereabouts, the CEO had reluctantly admitted that wherever his lover was, he most certainly did not want to be found. His heart grew heavy with that realization, and a cold numbness settled over him. He became obsessed with identifying the other men in the movie clips, not only to exact his revenge on them, but also to find out if they were in any way involved or responsible for Jounouchi's disappearance. Kaiba's heart was filled with terror at the thought that someone had harmed Jou, and that might be the reason why he had not found his way home.
It had been a simple matter to determine the originating IP address of the user that had spoofed Kaiba's email, but unfortunately it belonged to an offshore spam farm, which made it near impossible to trace to an actual user. So Kaiba assigned his top security expert, Matsumoto Yoshi on that trail, gave him an unlimited expense account and let him know he was free to use any necessary tools at his disposal to successfully track down the and verify the sender. The CEO did not care how much it cost, only that it got done.
Yet something kept nagging at Kaiba. He knew he was missing a clue that once uncovered would allow all the pieces of the puzzle to fit together. Night after night he lay alone in his big bed, replaying the events of the past few months over and over, trying to remember the times Jou had acted out of character, trying to reconstruct a timeframe around when the movies might have been shot. He knew there must have been signs, but he'd been so caught up in the intricacies of the business deal he'd been trying to close that he'd missed them. He cursed himself for expending so much energy on that transaction. On top of everything else, it had fallen through the same week that Jounouchi had disappeared. It suddenly occurred to the CEO that there might be some significance to that coincidence.
Kaiba began to focus on all the work he'd put into the deal. It should have been a minor acquisition--Matsuki Inc., was a small publicly held electronics manufacturer that he'd wanted to absorb and repurpose for manufacturing of the newest generation of Duel Disk circuitry. He was tired of dealing with outside vendors; bringing the manufacturing in-house would cut costs and allow Kaiba Corp. control of its own manufacturing schedule. Matsuki Inc. offered an appealing alternative to building his own plant from the ground up. Normally Kaiba would have had one of his lawyers handle all the negotiations, but the founder of the other company, Matsuki Haru, had insisted the two CEO's deal directly with one another. Kaiba had hated the other man on sight. Matsuki wore his jet-black hair slicked back and dressed garishly, pouring his slightly overweight frame into suits that were the Yakuza high-fashion of the late '90s. And while Kaiba was certain that the other man had no Yakuza ties, he acted as if he did, namedropping important gang leaders and acting as if he was on a first-name basis with them. Kaiba despised man's blatant attempts to impress him, and he mistrusted the middle-aged man's beady eyes, which always shifted away from his when they were engaged in conversation.
What started as a small inconvenience to Kaiba developed into a fruitless exercise in how not to negotiate, Kaiba recalled. All he did was wine and dine the other man and his top executives, and as the brunet's frustration mounted at his inability to close the deal, it gnawed at him incessantly until he found it impossible to walk away from the negotiations--he needed to win. So instead he poured far more energy than he ever should have chasing after the elusive company.
The CEO thought about all the nights he'd dragged Jou to interminable business dinners with Matsuki and his crones. It wasn't out of the ordinary for Jou to accompany him on these outings, but after attending a couple of the dinners planned for Matsuki and his executives, Jou had become pissy about going. Kaiba felt the hair on the back of his neck raise as he remembered that. Jounouchi had never protested any of the myriad social and business functions that had been his duty to attend, except for the ones that were involved in that damned business deal. Kaiba reached for the bedside light and turned it on. He was getting somewhere. He'd stumbled onto something he knew was significant, he'd found a clue.
He now knew somehow someone at Matsuki Inc. was involved with Jounouchi's disappearance. But he couldn't for the life of him figure out the connection. He'd examined all of Jounouchi's email correspondence and his cell phone records. Kaiba had been able to identify all the email addresses, with the exception of the three that contained the movie clips, and all the telephone numbers listed-the CEO had found nothing out of the ordinary--certainly not any calls or emails to or from any of his business associates. He needed to find solid evidence of a link. All he had now was his gut instinct, and though he knew it was right on, he'd never be able to flush out the perpetrators on that alone. He knew he'd gone as far as he could for the moment. He turned off the light once more and settled back into his lonely bed. If only he could trace the spoofed emails--he would check on Matsumoto's progress in the morning.
The next day when Kaiba arrived at his office, there was a message from Matsumoto waiting for him on his desk.
'Kaiba-san,
I've found something very interesting. Please call me at your earliest convenience.
MY'
He immediately dialed the security expert. Matsumoto told Kaiba that he'd been able to trace the email path back to its point of origination; that he had uncovered the IP address of the actual sender. On a hunch, he'd cross-referenced the address to the database log of IP addresses that the IT department kept of all connections made to Kaiba Corp computers, and he'd gotten a hit on the numerical range. While he could not pinpoint the individual computer that had sent the offending emails, Matsumoto had been able to determine that the emails had been sent from someone within the Matsuki Inc. organization.
Now Kaiba had a smoking gun, but still no way to identify the hand on the trigger. He shook with rage. Someone in that company had done unspeakable things to his lover, and he would find the bastard and his accomplices if it took him the rest of his life. It nagged at him that there was something he was missing, something right under his nose. He sighed in frustration, vowing that he would not rest until he figured out what it was.
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The rest of the day had been long and exhausting; Kaiba had been distracted by Matsumoto's discovery. He had found it near impossible to focus on the menial tasks of his every day existence with the knowledge that he was close to solving the mystery of who was in those movies with Jounouchi. It had taken all of his self-control to keep from calling Matsuki and threatening him to within an inch of his life. But the brunet was still a master gamer. He knew showing his hand at this point would ruin any chances he had of getting what he really wanted-no, what he needed-the identity of that voice in the movie clips. Right now, whoever had abused Jou was probably feeling safe in the knowledge that they'd gotten away with it. Kaiba needed to allow them that delusion until he found the link; solid evidence of their complicity.
Kaiba reclined in his bed watching the late news, mind drifting to thoughts of what Jou could possibly be doing at that same moment. He felt an ache in his chest at that, and picked up the pillow on the bed next to him, nestled it against his chest and buried his nose in it. It still smelled faintly of his beloved; he'd found such comfort from Jou's lingering scent that he'd ordered that the pillowcase remain unwashed. Kaiba rolled over on his stomach to Jou's side of the bed, allowing the force of his loneliness to fully engulf him. He reached over and opened the drawer of Jou's bedside table, where the blond kept a stash of manga and doujinshi. Kaiba pulled out a few of the magazines to look through. As he lifted them to the bed, something heavy dropped from between two slick covers. He looked down on the floor beside the bed and saw a small black leather-covered book. It was a diary--Jou's diary.
Gingerly, he picked up the well-worn volume, running his hand over the butter-soft cover. The last time, he'd invaded Jou's privacy with devastating results. He snorted, how much worse could it be? He opened the book and thumbed through the pages scanning Jou's entries for any clues.
"18.07.2004
I can't believe he's making me go to another God-damned dinner with Matsuki. He scares the shit out of me, and Set has his head so far up his ass about this business deal that he can't see what's in front of his face. I am not going to let that pervert corner me in the john again. Maybe I got lucky and I scared him off last time. I can only hope. Set always tells me that I just don't understand the intricacies of how business is done, but where I come from, we call what's going on here being strung along. That bastard has no intention of selling his company to Set, and he's so fucking addicted to winning that he's thrown all reason out the window."
'Tell me what you really think, Jounouchi,' Kaiba thought wryly as he turned the page to the next entry.
"24.07.2004
Shit. I am so fucking screwed it ain't even funny. That fucking bastard-how was I supposed to know he had a tape recorder?!? Now he's got me on tape threatening him the other week, and says he's going to go public with it if I don't meet him at some skanky hotel. Couldn't wait to drop that little gem on me, followed me right into the men's room to let me know my ass was his. Never mind that he was trying to shove his hand down my pants when I was taking a leak. I don't know what to do. I'll go to jail if Matsuki hands that tape over to the cops, but jail would be better than what will happen to me if Set finds out. He'll kill me if I damage his company. I wish Mokuba was here, he'd be able to help me. He'd make Set see that I didn't have any choice. He'd figure a way to get that tape from that bastard. I'm just going to have to meet him and get that tape by myself."
Kaiba's hands trembled in rage. It was Matsuki himself who'd gone after Jou. He vowed to crush the bastard; he would bring him to his knees and take away everything that mattered to him. He would leave him with nothing. He continued to look through the entries for more references to Matsuki.
"04.08.2004
God I hurt all over, but I got that fucking tape. I crushed the cassette into little bits on my way home. I ripped the tape into a million little pieces. I doubt even Set or Mokie could put that sucker back together. I can't believe I had to lie to Set, but he was up when I got back and wanted to know where I'd been. How could I tell him the truth-that I'd been tied up and getting fucked seven ways to Sunday by Matsuki and some pro he hired in some sleazy hotel room just so that I could prevent that bastard from hurting my love and his company? The worst thing is how dirty I feel. Set wanted to make love and I just couldn't. I pretended I was asleep and he let it go, but I've never felt so awful in my life. I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I am NOT going to another function that that piece of shit is going to be at."
Kaiba thumbed ahead to the last entry in the diary. He had to find out what Jou knew about the movies. The last entry was written on the same day Jou left.
"12.08.2004
I thought last week was bad, but yesterday was the worst day in my life. Set wouldn't hear of me not going to the dinner he'd planned for Matsuki. He said Katsuya, we both have jobs to do in this relationship. You knew when you moved in with me there would be certain requirements. You can't tell me the benefits aren't worth a few boring dinners. God Set if you only knew. But what could I say? As far as he was concerned, I was being a whiney brat. I knew one thing though--I wasn't visiting the bathroom. It turns out I didn't have to. Seto's cell rang and he excused himself to take the call, and that bastard sat down in Set's chair next to me. I have a surprise for you, pet he said, and whipped out his cell phone. He showed me some pictures on it-they're of me tied up! I am such a loser. I should have known that wouldn't be the end of it. I didn't even see any fucking cameras there-he must have had them hidden. I would have never-damn I just wanted make everything all right and instead I fucked it up even worse. We made quite an interesting movie the other night he said. I asked him what the hell he wanted from me. That's when he told me he wanted me to himself, that if I didn't leave Set, he'd send him the movies. Fuck you I told him. Go ahead, I dare you. I dare you and while you're at it I dare you to tell him how you blackmailed me. He didn't like that one bit, but I didn't care. Thank God Set came back, he glared at Matsuki and for a second I thought he finally saw what was going on, but he only asked the fucker to please go back to his own seat. When this gets out, Seto might not want to have anything to do with me, but I'll kill myself before I ever let that bastard touch me again. I've got to come clean with Seto, no matter what happens, I have to tell him before he sees those pictures."
Kaiba closed the diary and lay back on the bed, digesting the passages he'd read. It was not lost on the brunet that Jou had tried to talk to him and he'd blown him off. So much so that his lover had been afraid to come to him until it was too late. For the first time since Jou had left, Kaiba broke down and cried.
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