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Stinging Beauty	By : Fel5 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16923 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hey, look, two boring chappies at once! Heh. Hum. Yes. Err…it get’s better from here onwards. It does. Really(uncrosses fingers).

Ja ne!^^°

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38. Cinnamon and ice

One year ago, on his eighteenth birthday, he had been the happiest guy alive.

Funny, how a single year could change it for the worst.

He had heard it over the news this morning; Kaiba had been freed of all charges, the traitorous vice-director was facing a trial and Kaiba Corp’s stock was skyrocketing once more.

Everything had worked out well for Seto.

So, why didn’t Jou feel like celebrating?

Because the CEO had ordered, commanded him as if he were nothing but a simple paperboy, not deeming him worthy even to inform him that Kaiba needed his help in any way.

Jou might have forgiven him that, probably it had even been for the bette, that he had not known he was a spy, but what he couldn’t stomach were the..touches.

Every time they met in private, each time Jou brought in his report and calmly refused to continue the list, Kaiba would give him that look that sent sparks of lust straight to his groin.

Elegant fingers would reach out and absent-mindedly brush his arm, cheek or back, making his resolve shatter and crumble, as Kaiba whispered meaningless reassurements into his ear.

How was he to say no?

Signing the last contract, Kaiba took off his reading glasses and called it a night.

Rubbing his tired eyes, he stood from his desk and was halfway to the door, when he noticed his brother standing in a corner, glaring at him.

“Mokuba, what do you want?”

The raven-haired boy just kept shooting daggers at him, before he replied rather piquéd:

“I want you to go to Jou and apologize. Now. And then I want the two of you to make up. ”

Frowning, the elder Kaiba stretched and yawned:

“Ototou, how often do I have to tell you: it’s over. I surely will not waste my precious time on that useless, stupid, annoying-“

“Seto, you lied to him. You used his feelings for you to get you out of trouble and didn’t even thank him! That’s, that’s-he doesn’t deserve that! Nii-san, how can you be so cruel? I mean, he is your boyfriend-“

“Although it is beyond me why I should explain this to a child who has no inkling of what he’s talking about, let me set things straight: my boyfriend, as you like to put it, cheated on me. In public. With a complete stranger. ”

Seto paused.

This was the first time he ever told anybody the story, to the media he had only said something about the difficulties of long-distance relationships and their tight schedules; explanations that would not raise too many questions.

Maybe it was time to get the truth off his chest.

“-can go to hell, for all I care!” slurred Jou, as he finished his second-or was it fourth?-daiquiri.

He had been allowed to leave work earlier than usual, had tried to learn for his trigonometry test, but then decided to step out for a drink.

Though he didn’t even like alcohol, he just felt like having one.

Besides, it was his birthday, ne?

Luckily for him, Hiroyuki had decided to tag along, and when the barkeep asked if the blond wanted one more, the brunet refused to let Jou have another cocktail.

Instead, he forced his friend to drink a black coffee, then helped him back to campus.

Luckily, the chilling winter air sobered the blond up enough that they made it to his room without waking the entire student’s dorm, where Jou plopped down on his bed and was already asleep before his head hit the pillow.

Hiroyuki pulled off Jou’s shoes and pants, before covering the blond with is blanket and exiting the room.

Shaking his head, as he closed the door behind him, he rasped:

“Kuso, Jou, and just when you were getting better..”

Mokuba was pissed.

Hell, he was beyond pissed.

Seto cringed, when his little brother threw a full-grown temper tantrum, something he rarely did.

“-But no, the great Kaiba Seto does not ask questions, because the great Kaiba Seto knows everything forehand, ne? Never mind the facts, he just knows! And then, to top it off, you even use him as spy, without him knowing it, put him in danger, but does he even get so much as a thank you? Noo, Kaiba Seto never says so-“

“Fine, fine, you win!” roared Seto.

“I will phone him tomorrow to express my gratitude. Now, is it too much asked for me to get some much needed sleep, or do you insist on a blood oath?”

Mokuba crossed his arms and pouted.

“Hmmph. Well, it’s a start. But if I were you, I would apologize first. ”

Seto grumbled some profanities about younger brothers, but decided to let it rest until he had rested.

He awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of somebody trying to take down the entire mansion.

Blinking, he gazed at his clock, which read 04.13 am.

“What the-?”

“Seto, Seto, wake up, onegai!” shouted Mokuba, who was pounding the CEO’s bedroom door with his fists, phone in one hand.
“It’s some guy from Toyohashi, calling about Jouno-“

“Kaiba” growled the CEO, who had come shooting out his room like a cat on fire and snatched the phone from Mokuba.

“Ka-Kaiba-sama, ohayou gozaimasu, o-genki desu-“

“Forget the pleasantries and tell me your name and the reason you woke me up at this time of the night. ”

“Su-sumimasen, Kaiba-sama, I’m Gokasho Hiroyuki, I doubt, you remember…”

“I do”, interrupted Seto impatiently, “now, what was that about Jounouchi?”

The man on the other end of the line sighed.

“Yes, well, Jou’s in the ER of Toyohashi Community Hospital, and-well, it appears, he’s suffering from a serious case of acute alcohol poisoning. ”

“NANI?!?” bellowed Kaiba.

Hiroyuki’s wince could actually be heard over the phone, when he explained:

“Yes, well, I suppose, he had one drink too many, which isn’t surprising, seeing as today was his birthday…”

Mokuba had never seen his brother’s face go so deathly pale.

With a forced ”I’m on my way”, he hung up and, addressing his outoto, added:

“Dress up, Mokuba, we are leaving in five minutes!”

His little brother knew better then to ask questions.

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Oh, looks like somebody forgot someone’s birthday, ne? Ah, yes, the pain, the hurt, the betrayal…^^
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