-
account_boxLogin
-
homeSite
-
question_answerForumsinsert_commentForums Index
chat_bubble_outlineNews in Forum
chat_bubble_outlineContests
chat_bubble_outlineSearching for stories?
chat_bubble_outlineChallenges & Requests
chat_bubble_outlineDribs, Drabs, and Doggy Tales
chat_bubble_outlineAdopt a Story
chat_bubble_outlineRequest a Category
chat_bubble_outlineStory Codes
chat_bubble_outlineHall of Shame
chat_bubble_outlineF.A.Q.
chat_bubble_outlineSupport -
bookArchivesbookmark_borderAnime
bookmark_borderGundam, Beyblade, DBZ, FMA
bookmark_borderBooks
bookmark_borderBleach
bookmark_borderBuffy/Angel
bookmark_borderCartoons
bookmark_borderComics
bookmark_borderCelebrity Fiction
bookmark_borderFinal Fantasy
bookmark_borderGames
bookmark_borderHarry Potter
bookmark_borderInuyasha
bookmark_borderLord of the Rings
bookmark_borderManga
bookmark_borderMovies
bookmark_borderNaruto
bookmark_borderNon-English
bookmark_borderOriginals
bookmark_borderTelevision
bookmark_borderMarvel 'Verse
bookmark_borderYu-Gi-OH
bookmark_borderYuYu Hakusho
-
burst_modeAdvertising
Twelfth Night... Or Not
By : thelostogg
Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male
Views: 4240 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters, and I do not make any money from these ramblings. No one technically owns this plot anymore, although it's been done to death by others both more and less talented than me. - Chapter List
Merry Christmas!!!! I
present to you all:Twelfth Night 4
(hastily gift-wrapped in an almost ignorable pattern of
typos, misspellings, and grammatically amusing errors)Jou stared up at the Black Clown sign, shifting
uncomfortably in his new Prada boots. Shizuka had actually screamed when she seen them, and she
demanded that Jou either wear them today or let her
wear them. Shizuka
had also insisted on spending more time dressing Jou
up this morning. He hadn’t managed to
make it more than ten feet once he left the flower shop before some poor sap
walking by him strode straight into a parking meter. Two blocks away a half-dozen young men he
knew he remembered from high school slowed down and tripped over one another as
he passed by. By the time he had made it
to Kaiba Corporation, picked up an ornate chess set and a card from Kaiba’s secretary, and made it to the Black Clown Game
Shop, Jou felt as though he’d been leered at enough to
cause the blush on his face to become permanently fixed in place.He
didn’t even want to imagine the look he would get from Marik
or Bakura if they were working. He was half tempted to hide around the corner
until he saw Marik leave to take his lunch
break. Luckily, the fates conspired to
spare him at least that tiny bit of embarrassment. The price of that small bit of luck was
feeling Otogi’s long fingers wrap around his
shoulders. Jou
couldn’t help the way he jumped.“Another
gift, Kawai-chan?”Jou nearly dropped the gift bag. He fumbled to try and catch the glossy black
gift bag, but Otogi was faster.Otogi caught the bag and held it open for a moment, peering
inside with a confident smirk. “Ah,
another game…” Otogi
shook his head slowly. “Please take it
back.”“But
you haven’t even looked at the card,” Jou insisted,
digging out the card himself. He tore it
open in, what he realized a few moments too late, was a very un-lady like
way. Fortunately, Otogi
seemed oblivious. Jou
opened the tasteful black and red card and held it out to him.“I
don’t care what he has to say. He’s not
going to change my mind.”“You
should at least read it!”Otogi shook his head again and tore the card to pieces,
then carefully tucked each piece back into the gift bag. “I told you, I don’t care. Unless he’s decided to change subjects, it’s
nothing I want to hear.”“He
loves you!” Jou practically screamed.That,
at least, seemed to get Otogi’s attention. “Love?
Ha. Kaiba doesn’t know the
meaning of love. He hasn’t gotten it
through his head yet that all of these gifts are just making it completely
impossible for me to ever see him again!
Do you know he tried to take my shop from me?”“What?”
“To pay
off all my father’s debts and hire a manage so I could spend more time with
him! As if I couldn’t manage to keep a
business afloat on my own! Shizuka, love, Kaiba is looking for a wife. There are plenty of men out there who would
gladly share his bed and look hot for the chance to be taken care of like that,
but I’m not one of them.”Something
in Jou’s memory clicked. He didn’t often
listen to his sister ranking and bitching about work, since it was almost
always about rude delivery truck drivers, hefty import tariffs for flowers sent
overnight from Africa and India, and the fact that the bank still wouldn’t give
her a small business loan to help cover local advertising. But a memory was standing up in his head and
screaming, in Shizuka’s voice. Screaming that Otogi
had been pig headed enough to try and persuade her to sleep with him in
exchange for money for her shop, and he had been so oblivious to what he’d said
that he had honestly seemed confused when he slapped him.“How is
that any different from the flower shop?” Jou asked,
pulling the gift bag over his wrist and folding his arms.Otogi looked confused for a moment, and then his mouth
opened up, but he didn’t actually say anything.“How is
that any different from that cheesy come on you tried?”“But that
was different! Shizuka-chan,
you’re a twenty year old woman! Running
a shop, even one as domestic as a flower shop, requires a cut-throat business
sense. It also requires credit. No bank in this county is going to be willing
to invest unless you’ve got a male partner on board. Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? I thought…
I thought we were getting along alright?”“But
don’t you understand?” Jou really, really wanted to
grab the other man and shake him. “You
don’t want to be with Kaiba because you feel like he’s trying to turn you into
a woman. But it’s not like he’s
threatening to cut off your dick or something.”“Shizuka-chan—“ Otogi looked
horrified. Jou
decided it wasn’t worth trying to backtrack and find a more tactful way of
explaining things.“He’s
trying to take care of you, provide for you, and you feel like he’s insulting
you and telling you you’re not capable of running your own business on your
own, right?”“Yes.”
“But
you don’t see how offering to support and provide for a woman’s fledgling company
in exchange for a one night stand is just as insulting?”“I just
said dinner!” Otogi
took a step backwards, glancing around at the small crowd of pedestrians
watching them.“The
whole conversation said prostitute, you jerk!
And that’s why you don’t want these gifts from Kaiba!”“But I
didn’t mean it like that!”Jou leaned back, not caring if the full-blown smile on his
face didn’t look anything like Shizuka’s. “Neither did Kaiba.”Jou stared at Otogi’s dumfounded
expression for a moment, then slipped the gift bag off his own wrist and held
it out to Otogi.“I…” Otogi stared
between the bag and Jou. He shook his head slightly, but the
confident, infuriating smirk on his face was gone. He closed Jou’s fingers around the bag. “I… I
can’t love him. Please, tell him not to
send me any more gifts. No more cards or
notes. But…” Otogi’s eyes darted
down to the concrete at his feat. “Maybe
you could come by again tomorrow… Just
to let me know how he takes it?”Jou shook his head hard, almost dislodging his rebellious
curls from the tight knots Shizuka had tied in his
hair. He gripped the gift bag tightly
and strode off, painfully aware of the way his hips swayed while he walked,
thanks to both the mini shirt Shizuka had shoved him
into and the feel of Otogi’s eyes on him.By the
time he made it back to Kaiba Corporation, Jou was
convinced that most men in Domino were complete pigs. He had lost count of the wolf whistles, the
leers, the suggestive comments, and even the outright groping that he’d been forced to endure during his
walk across the city’s business district.
Oddly, he didn’t seem to be making any friends among the women he
passed, either. Every testosterone laced
wolf-whistle was paired with a mascara rimmed glare. And no one seemed to pack more anger into a
glare than Anzu.
He felt like she was trying to drill a hole through his head with her
eyes as he scurried through the Kaiba Corporation lobby.The
glare intensified as Jou looked up into ice blue eyes
that were becoming painfully familiar.“Kawai-san!”
Seto called to her as he strolled out of the elevator and into the lobby. His face became grim and almost hopeless as
he saw the bag Jou was still holding. “I see…”“I’m
sorry, Kaiba-sama,” Jou
whispered, holding out the bag.Seto
waved his hand dismissively. “Only
apologize for things that are your fault, Kawai-san. I’ve got to get across town for a meeting,
would you mind riding with me, to tell me how it went?”“Sure,
Kaiba-sama,” Jou kept his
voice low and his eyes lower.He
followed Kaiba out through the front doors and into the limo waiting by the
curb. Once the door was closed, Kaiba
took the gift bag out of her hand and pulled out the chess set. A torn up piece of card was wedged between
his thumb and the ornate wooden box.
Kaiba set the chess set aside and examined the shredded card, them tossed the pieces back into the bag.“He
said that he wont change his mind,” Jou said carefully.
He braced himself for the tantrum that he’d come to expect whenever
Kaiba heard something he didn’t like. Jou took a deep breath and told Kaiba exactly what Otogi’s explanation had been.“But…” Kaiba grimaced. “When I said that, I wasn’t trying to tell
him that I thought he couldn’t run a business.
Of course, I wouldn’t trust him to run a multi-national corporation
without additional training, but that’s irrelevant. I was just trying to show him that I understood
that his father’s game shop is important to him, and that I would help him achieve
the success he dreamed of.”“I
know. I tried to tell him. I…” Jou hesitated, still trying to decipher the memory of Otogi’s expression.
“I think that he might understand your motives better, but I don’t think
that he’s going to come around…”“What
else can I do?” Seto threw the nearly empty gift bag across the limo. “What does he want from me!”“I’m
sorry, Kaiba-sama.”“Didn’t
I just say that you shouldn’t apologize?
At least he’ll talk to you about it.
He wont even see a regular courier!” Seto picked up the chess set. He slid the carved lid off of the box and
pulled out a hand carved ebony knight.
He shook his head again, then carefully set the piece back down and
closed the lid again. “Here. If you wont accept a tip,
at least accept this.”“Kaiba-sama, I couldn’t…”
“It
really is alright. My own personal chess
set is just like it, so it wouldn’t do me any good to keep it.”“But
it’s handmade…”“Go
ahead. It’s the least I can do after
last night. I don’t know what Yugi was
thinking, having me bring you down there.
I wanted to scream at him and your cousin last night, getting caught up playing
music instead of getting you home.”“Oh,” Jou looked up, surprised by the expression of concern. “It’s kind of you to worry, Kaiba-sama, but I didn’t mind waiting.”
“But
that club caters to homosexuals. Even
the bouncers are gay, apparently.”“It
wasn’t that bad. And anything would have
been better than going back to the flower shop and facing Mai…”‘Mai
Valentine? I thought you said she and
Jounouchi weren’t together.”“They’re
not. They never have been, but she
thinks they’re in love. She’s been
following him around for years, but she got insistent about it over the last
year or so. She’s been stalking Jou-kun, lying to his mother, and harassing everyone at the
flower shop. Jou-kun
didn’t want me going back there after business hours because he’s worried that
she’s going to hurt me or Shizuka-chan. She even kidnapped his cat!”Jou caught himself when he saw the horrified expression on Kaiba’s face. “Are
you joking?”“I am
not joking! No one believe him until
they see it, but she really is frightening.”“What
kind of person kidnaps someone’s cat?”“She’s
a psychopath,” Jou insisted.“Hu.”
“Kaiba-sama, are you alright?”
“Yes. I’m sorry, I was just thinking about how they
used to interact when Jounouchi and I were in high school. They seemed like they were in love. Of course, with Jounouchi, I was never too
surprised when he was wavering and flirted with everything that moved. That’s not love, though. That’s more like appetite. He seemed like he would turn that smile on
anything that caught his attention.”“Jou-kun was too polite to say no as firmly as he should
have. And being polite isn’t the same as
being in love. When Jou-kun
loves someone, it’s absolute. It’s
forever.”“Jounouchi
flirted with everyone in high school.”“But he
only loved one person. For all these years, he loved that same boy
from high school. Never anyone else.”Kaiba
stared at Jou, and for a moment, Jou
was worried that Kaiba might finally have noticed one of the many chinks in his
disguise. “Why didn’t they end up
together?”Jou looked out the window again, unwilling to let Kaiba see
how much the truth hurt him. “I… I suppose because Jou
was ashamed. He never told his
love. For years, he did everything he
could to distance himself from the boy he loved, because he thought that the
other boy could only be embarrassed or angry if he knew the truth. Jou loved him
enough that he would rather let misery wear him down completely rather than
embarrass his love like that.”“Well...” Kaiba’s voice
sounded lost now, rather than angry. Jou still couldn’t look at him. “I’m still sorry that you had to hang out in
a place like that, and with Bakura of all
people. I am pretty sure that is the
type of place that Jounouchi would normally want to protect you from. He must have been drunk or something. I’ve certainly never seen him sing with the
others when he’s sober…”That
made him smile, at least. He thought
about how insane he had gone the one time Shizuka had entered the club. The club did attract its share of lesbians,
but that night there had only been men around.
All of the logic in the world, telling him that Yugi’s club was the one
place on earth filled with drunk horny men who weren’t interesting in jumping
his sister, wasn’t enough to keep him from worrying. “It sounds,” Jou
admitted with a smile, “That you’re more worried about what my cousin would
think than how I felt about it.”“I…” Kaiba actually blushed. “You’re right. I suppose I shouldn’t have assumed. I’m sorry.
I just feel bad for not offering you a ride to the Kame Game Shop before
Yugi went on stage. In case you wanted
one.”“For
what it’s worth, Jou was all apologies this morning,
too.” Jou
looked out the window, watching the city pas.
He was glad that the only other man he had to face inside the car was
one who didn’t make him feel like he was
being visually gang raped.“So am
I dropping you off back at work this afternoon?”“Anywhere’s
fine,” Jou said, not sure he wanted to add hoping out
of a limo in front of the store to the list of things that might draw attention
to him. “The big park near the river
would be perfect. I was going to take an
early lunch break before heading back.”Kaiba
held down the intercom button for a
moment. “The park on third
street, before Bandi.”The
limo pulled to a stop just two blocks later.
“Thank you for the ride.”“It’s
the least I can do. Please take this,
too. I’m afraid it’ll just be depressing
for me to hang on to it.” He held out
the chess set again.“I
don’t even know how to play,” Jou admitted.“What?” Kaiba looked horrified again.
“I
never learned.”“I
could teach you how to play. I’ve got
some time free after this meeting, if you’d like to tag along. Or Jounouchi can teach you, I’m sure.”“Jou-kun doesn’t know how,” said Jou
with certainty.The
puzzlement in Seto’s eyes was confusing.
“I know that Jounouchi knows how to play chess.”“No he
doesn’t.”“Maybe he
doesn’t know how to play well, but he does play.”“Trust
me, he really doesn’t.”“But Otogi said he played chess with Jounouchi in high school.”
The
look on Seto’s face, half-way between anger and pain, made Jou’s stomach
sink. “What, exactly did Otogi say?”* *
* * * *“Oh,
this ought to be good…” Bakura leaned back against the glass counter of the Black
Clown Game Shop, watching Jou fume.“Get
him now!” Jou snapped, not caring that his voice was
deep, obnoxious, and very identifiably his.Marik jumped and slinked around the counter, wearing
fishnet and a nervous smile. “You’re not
going to do anything drastic, are you Jou? I told him the ring was a stupid idea! I swear, I tried to talk some sense into
him! It’s just that I really need this
job, and if you kill him—““Get
him now or I will kill you.”“Right,
right. I’m going.”Jou’s
glare followed him out of the room, then settled on Bakura. “What?”Bakura shrugged.
“Nothing. I’m just
surprised. I figured that there wasn’t much
that would look better on you than my pants.
I was wrong. Do those boots
unzip?”“Aren’t
you and Marik together?”“He
won’t mind as long as he gets to play, too.”“Does Otogi know?” Jou asked, trying to
avoid Bakura’s eyes.“Otogi doesn’t notice anything that doesn’t mesh with what’s
in his own head. His loss, too. I cannot imagine that his obsession over
fucking your prudish sister would ever be as satisfying as fucking you would
be. Especially in those boots. Do you want to come play with us tonight?”“No.”
Bakura shrugged again.
“Suit yourself, princess. You
might want to work on your pitch and tone, though. Try to sound a bit more Seophra,
or at least a bit less street punk.”“What
the fuck do you care?”“I
don’t. I like the butch guy in a mini
skirt thing. I like it a lot. But I don’t think even Captain Oblivious is
going to be able to ignore it.”“I
don’t care if he knows who I am. I’m
going to kick the shit out of him, high heels or not!”Bakura pushed himself away from the counter and strolled
towards Jou.
He walked around Jou, blatantly staring at him
from every angle. “Like I said, suit
yourself. I’m not sure what you’re so
angry about, but he probably does deserve to get his ass kicked. It’d be funny, if nothing else. But I think you don’t realize quite how much
damage an angry woman can manage without raising a finger… Try enraged silence, if you want to really
fuck Otogi over.”“I’d
rather kick his ass.”“Nope.” Bakura shook his
head slowly. “Tell him what he did,
purse your lips and stand back and watch the show. Trust me.”Jou took a deep breath and shifted uncomfortably, trying to
hide the way the thigh high boots made his ass stick out. “Somehow, I don’t think you’ve got my best
interests at heart.”Bakura passed behind him and Jou
felt ten finger tips run down his back and over his ass. “If you don’t think you can get your voice to
a high enough pitch, I would be happy to help.
I would love to make you scream like a girl.”“Why
the hell does Marik let you off your leash?”A deep
chuckle behind him made Jou jump and squirm to get
away. “Haven’t you noticed that I’m not
the one wearing a collar?”Jou smacked his forehead.
“I did not want to know that.”“Shizuka-chan, I am so glad you came back!” Otogi bounded in from the back of his game shop. “This is a bit quick, I know, but after our
talk this morning, I realized just how much we have in common, and I—““You lied
to Kaiba about sleeping with my brother during high school.”Otogi froze halfway through pulling a small velvet box out
of his pocket.Bakura strolled back to his spot on the counter, lounged
against it with a tom cat grin, and nodded his approval of Jou’s
expression.Otogi stared at Jou for a moment,
slipped the box back into his pocket, and tried to smile. “Shizuka-chan, I
can explain…”Jou stared at him, his lips pursed in an expression he was
pretty sure he’d seen his mom use more than once before his folks
divorced.“That
was years ago, Shizuka-chan. I admit, I led Kaiba on a bit about my
friendship with your brother…”“…In
the dog suit…”Otogi tried to smile.
“I might have exaggerated a bit, but Jounouchi and I were fairly close
in high school. I know he was too embarrassed
to mention it to anyone, but—“Jou held up his hand to silence the other man. “Are you actually telling me that you slept
with Jou.”“I would
never say anything to damage your brothers reputation in front of you, Shizuka.”“Just
in front of Kaiba. But I’m curious, did
you sleep with my brother?”Otogi grinned and shrugged, rolling his wrists and raising
both hands up in the air. It was a
gesture that was meant to say yes without actually trapping Otogi
in a lie.“When
did you tell Kaiba you slept with him?”“It was
years ago, Shizuka.
Sophomore year in high school. We
were kids. Kids exaggerate about things
like that all the time!”“Otogi… Do you
realize that Kaiba spent the rest of high school lashing out at my brother
because of what you told him?” Jou hissed, strolled closer. He didn’t miss the way Otogi
moved both of his hands to block his groin as Jou approached. Had Shizuka ever kicked
Otogi in the balls?
Jou would have to ask. First though, he would have to communicate to
Otogi just how mad he was, without yelling in an unlady-like voice.It occurred
to Jou, while Otogi was
groaning on the floor and Bakura was bent double
laughing, that ladies don’t typically punch people. But he knew for a fact that Shizuka still punched him on occasion, so he figured that
was fine.“Even
Kaiba deserves better than you,” said Jou sweetly.Jou walked purposefully back to the flower shop, ignoring
the men who tripped over themselves and the women who glared at him as he
walked by. He ignored Shizuka and the three customers, desperate to get upstairs
and hide his new boots in the very bottom of his sister’s closet. He didn’t notice the pair of violet contact
lens covered eyes watching him from the driver’s seat of a convertible. He didn’t notice the way those violet eyes
watched his every movement within the store, taking in every detail as he set
about putting together lilies, white carnations, and different greenery for a
display of memorial arrangements.When Shizuka finished helping a customer with a special order,
she hurried over and took two finished arrangements off of the counter and put
them in the refrigerated display case. “These
are beautiful, Jou.
You’ve really got a knack for this kind of things.”Jou rammed another lily into a crystal vase. “You’d tell me if there was something between
you and Otogi, wouldn’t you?”“Otogi?” Shizuka laughed. “Yeah, right!
He tries to feel up everyone who he thinks wont press charges, Jou, it doesn’t mean there’s anything going on between us.
Why?”“Just
curious.”“He did
ask me out, but he basically said it would be my way of paying him for help
with the company. As if I can’t do it on
my own! That jerk would have to offer a
major apology before I even considered seeing him. Why?
He didn’t get too touchy, did he?
Because I always smack him when he does that.”Jou chuckled. “He
kind of looked like he expected me to kick him in the… uh, the unmentionables.”“Yeah,
been there, done that,” Shizuka sighed. “Although, at the time he was close enough
that I had to use my knee. Did you kick
him?”“No, I
punched him instead.”“Good!” Shizuka looked
thoughtful for a moment. “Sometimes I wonder
if he likes it, though. If he ever
actually listened he’d be half-way decent, but…” She added a couple more sprigs of baby’s
breath to the arrangement Jou was finishing. “It doesn’t matter, of course. How did things go with Kaiba?”“So far
I’ve delivered six hundred yen worth of flowers, hundreds of thousand of yen worth of gifts, and gotten more
gifts from him instead of tips. I think
if I sell the boots on ebay, I’ll be able to pay you
back for all the money you’ve spent feeding me.
Maybe even get back into my own place.”“Don’t
you dare sell those! Feel like running
around a bit more? I've got some more orders that need to go out.”“Sure,
what have you got?”Shizuka held out a list of four scheduled deliveries. “These are a bit more conservative. No boots.”
“Are
these put together yet?”“No. It’s been busy.”
“Got
it.” Jou took
the list and began getting the supplies and flowers he’d need to put together
the arrangement that was due the earliest.“Also,
I need you to watch the shop tomorrow. I’ve
got a meeting with an investment capital firm in Tokyo.”“But Kaiba
said…”“Did he
have another order?” Shizuka looked panicked.“He
said he’d teach me how to play chess tomorrow afternoon…”Jou was pretty sure Shizuka’s squeal
could have broken glass if she’d managed to be a bit louder. Her eyes gleamed as she hoped up and down,
clapping in excitement. “Oh Jou! I’m so happy
for you!”“He’s
taking time out of his day to teach a random delivery girl how to play chess,” Jou whispered miserably.
“He’s no more interested in me than he ever was. In fact, after talking to him as a woman, I’m
pretty sure that he thinks the real me is an unfaithful whore who’s so far
beneath him that I’m not even worth insulting anymore.”“Kaiba
said that?” Shizuka’s eyes narrowed.“No,” Jou admitted. “He
said it every day through high school, though, and today I just found out a bit
more about why.”“Oh?”
“Don’t
worry about it,” Jou tried his best to smile. “It’s no big deal. Besides, I get a chess lesson from a grandmaster
chess player out of the this, so that’s cool.”Shizuka stared at him intently, then helped him finish the
four arrangements to be delivered throughout the afternoon.* *
* * * *Bakura rolled his shoulders and strolled into the lobby of
Kaiba Corporation, with Yugi by his side.
The cuff links, procured from the pawn shop at four in the morning after
Bakura clumsily kicked the door down, were nestled
safely in his pocket. Yugi and Marik were walking behind him, laughing together about
something he couldn’t quite recall from the previous night. All three had become friends more as a result
of mutual isolation than because they originally had much in common. All three had, for far too long, felt empty
and void after their spiritual counterparts abandoned them. The others involved had never really known
how deeply the connection between the spirits and their earthly vessels had
run, but in Yugi and Marik, Bakura
had finally found friends who understood.
Friends who wouldn’t shake their heads when he reached for a bottle of
liquor. The trade off was that he had to
ignore when those friends buried themselves in music, sex, and debt. But they all understood.“Heya Anzu!” Yugi waved
enthusiastically.“Yuig!” Anzu hurried around the desk and hugged Yugi. She shot a glare at Bakura,
but he was used to that. Marik slinked up beside him and wrapped his arm around
waist and ground his ass against him, obviously enjoying the disgusted, and occasionally
interested, glances from Kaiba’s conservative
employees.Yugi
and Anzu chatted, each one talking as if they were
recordings set on fast-foreword, but she froze in mid-sentence when she seen
the way Bakura pulled Marik
close.“You
two really can’t do that in here. Yugi,
tell them they can’t do that in here. If
anyone complains, I’ll get in so much trouble!”“Lighten
up, Mizaki,” Bakura
smiled. “Kaiba asked me to come by. I’ve got to return something to him.”“Whatever
it is, you can give it to me. Kaiba can’t
be disturbed right now.”“Ha! I had to commit two new felonies to get these
back, don’t think for a minute that I’m going to trust you to hang on to
them. Don’t bother being helpful or anything,
I know the way.”“You
cannot go up there!” Yugi rolled his
eyes as if to apologize.“Whatever.” Barkua strolled to
the elevator, pulling Marik with him. He nodded to the security guard, who knew
quite well that when anyone was stupid enough to summon security to deal with Bakura, they were likely to be either carved up by daggers
by Bakura himself, or lectured about stopping one of
their CEOs few friends from entering the building by Motou
Yugi, which was somehow far worse.They
rode up the express elevator to the penthouse, where they strolled, hips
virtually locked together, towards Kaiba’s
office.“He’s
out for the day,” Kaiba’s secretary said quickly, not
even bothering to greet them or even to quit typing.“That’s
fine.” Bakura
tossed the jewelry box with Kaiba’s cuff links on her
desk. “I’m just bringing these back from
Otogi bastard.”“You
should tell Kaiba to do something about that girl you’ve got on the desk in the
lobby. She is really getting annoying,”
said Marik, plastering himself against Bakura. The
secretary didn’t even bat an eyelash at the pair.“She’s
always been annoying,” Bakura continued.“They all
start out with a crush on him,” the secretary
hit several more keys and paused to check something in a manila file, then
returned to typing. “This one is just
more persistent than the rest.”“Did
you start out with a crush on him?” Bakura asked,
hopping up on to the desk outside of Kaiba’s
door.“No. I have been happily married for fifteen
years. I still have a crush on my
husband. I can’t say I’ve ever found
Kaiba-sama attractive,” Kaiba’s
secretary smiled, typed for several more seconds, then referred to the folder
again.“You’re
kidding? Not once?”The
secretary grabbed a framed photograph on her desk and turned it around so that
both men could see it. The picture
showed a sweat covered man with the physique of a body builder, wearing half of
a martial arts uniform and holding a trophy that was nearly five feet
tall.Marik picked up the photograph and stared at it, his mouth
hanging open. “Is he real, or a blow up
doll? If he’s a blow up doll, I want one
too!”“Mine. We have two children and are very, very
happily married,” the secretary took the photograph and replaced it on her desk. “But if the girl downstairs bothered you, I’ll
let him know. I think he knows her from
school, though, so I doubt he’ll fire her, even though I agree, she is a bitch.”“Can’t
you do it? You sign stuff for him, don’t
you?” Marik
pleaded.“That
doesn’t mean I can fire her, much as I would like to.”“What
did she do to you?” Marik asked.“My
youngest used to come by afterschool and do his homework in the break room
while I finished up. No one has ever
complained about it, and I got Kaiba-sama’s
permission, of course. But every time
she’s working, she stops him from coming in.
I’ve tried telling her that Kaiba-sama doesn’t
care, but she acts like her idea of how an office is supposed to operate rules
everything here!”“Man,
she is cold. Wait a second, you sign
stuff for him? Like, forge his signature? Can you copy his handwriting?” Bakura leaned closer.“No, Bakura-san. I sign
things as his agent. I have a limited
power of attorney authorizing me to sign very specific documents on his behalf.”“Checks?”
“No, Bakura-san.”
“Damn. But, if you wanted to, could you write like
him? With his hand writing?”“No. I can come fairly close, but he can easily
tell the difference. Besides, why would
I?”Bakura grinned evilly.
“Just thinking… He hates it when
the office girls swoon and throw themselves at him, right?”Kaiba’s secretary finished typing and turned in her chair,
staring at him. “Will listening to this
get me fired?”“Probably
not. A good receptionist is apparently
hard to come by. Do you think you might
be able to get me a sheet of his stationary?”“What
do you have in mind?”“I was
just hoping you could write a little love note for me. Just something I could drop in Mizaki-san’s way that might make her think that Kaiba wants
her to throw herself at him.”Kaiba’s secretary returned Bakura’s
wicked grin. “I think I might be able to
help… If you get caught, though, I had
nothing to do with it, right?”“Totally
my own idea,” Bakura agreed, offering her his
hand. She shook it confidently.Marik nuzzled at Bakura’s
neck. “Don’t have too much fun with
this.”A/N: It’s getting
tricky to shift between the right frame of mind to write this, and the frame of
mind necessary to write the other story I’ve got going. If this gets dark, or Deliverance gets all
fluffy, I’m sorry in advance.
Deliverance is already on its way to fluffy…- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story
Adult-FanFiction.org (AFF, the site), its owners, agents, and any other entities related to Adult-FanFiction.org or the AFF forum take no responsibility for the works posted to the Adult-FanFiction.org by its members.
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo
