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Winding Road	By : lostintheheartland Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5139 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Jou glanced at his watch. It was Wednesday, the day before thanksgiving and all governmental offices were closing early. The court would end for the weekend in five minutes. It was a four and a half day weekend and he fully intended to go to Kaiba’s to spend it with his son.

He had been too exhausted by the investigation and trial to make more than a few trips a week out to visit Vic. They spoke every night using the Udjat, but the time difference was a killer on Jou’s already stressed body. To speak to Vic before his bedtime meant waking at three in the morning and calling. He didn’t mind, but it was exhausting and days started to blur.

Another thing was that he felt bad about using the Udjat often. He found out that using the Udjat was draining, physically and mentally. Not just for him but for Atemu as well.

Yugi had let that slip on one of his visits. Atemu had stayed home resting because transporting Jou across the ocean three times a week was very draining. Since then he’d limited himself to once a week when possible. The communication sphere barely used any energy because it was just a projection, no physical matter involved.

He’d spoken to Atemu after talking to Vic that morning and been assured that his trip would be fine, as would be the return trip. Especially as Atemu would be asleep at the time, he wouldn’t even be aware of it. He’d wake up hungry but that would be all.

With a sigh of relief he stood when the judge called it a day. Listening to the lawyers wrangle over corpus delicti. Did Valon Christianson murder Victor Alan Jounouchi? The defense was arguing that there was no evidence that the boy was murdered at all, just that his body had been destroyed. The mother admitted that the boy was ill. It was possible that the boy had died from illness. It was pure bull shit, but the prosecutors had to go over every grisly finding, the blood, the splattered brain matter, the fragments of bone, to prove that murder had been committed. If he hadn’t known his son was safe and sound with Kaiba he’d probably be losing his mind.

He ignored the voices that called his name and rushed from the huge courtroom determined to get home, pick up his bag and go see his son. He’d told the neighbors he was going out of town for the weekend and not to expect him around. He’d spoken to the lawyers and police letting them know he was going away to an undisclosed location. He’d been given clearance and good wishes. Now all he had to do was get home.

Taxi’s were waiting, lights on. He opened the door and slid in, ignoring the crinkle of cheap plastic seat covers and pungent odor. With a sigh of relief he gave the driver his address. Before the cab could take off the door flew open and an instantly recognizable figure slid in. “Jou...” Mai turned to him with imploring eyes. “I need to speak to you.”

“Yer in violation of th’ restrainin’ order.” He reminded her, his eyes hard and flat. Since this began she’d constantly tried to speak to him. At first he’d allowed it, but each time she was more desperate, more needy, and making more and more excuses for Valon. He was disgusted and fed up. Genuine loathing was growing for her.

“Restraining order?” Pain and denial crossed her face. “Why did you do that? You swore you would always be there for me, you swore we were together forever, then you turned your back.”

Jou stared at her in disbelief. “You left me remember? You lied to me about my son. You tricked me into leaving behind everyone and everything, then when your real husband came back you threw me away.” He bit out angrily. “But that’s not the worst of it. I could forgive you if it was just you. But your so-called ‘love’ and ‘soul-mate’ murdered my son – your child. Did you once weep for him? Him alone? For his death? Because all I’ve ever heard you do is cry for the terrible thing that happened to him, causing all this shit to Valon.”

“Valon didn’t kill him Jou. Someone else did.”

“You were never stupid Mai. This guy has made you stupid. He murdered Victor. He killed him. Beat him down into nothing, fractured his skull and dug out parts of his brain. They found some of his brain in Valon’s stomach. He fucking ate his brain Mai. He’s sick, an animal and a murderer and you stand there making excuses.”

“They forced him.” Mai’s face was tortured as tears tracked down his face. “The killer forced him. He said so. Jou please...” She stumbled out after him as he paid the cabbie and scrambled from the taxi.

Stopping at the door he faced her and, meeting her eyes, recognizing the desperate fanaticism in them, realized she would never stop believing the lies Valon told. She would never believe Valon killed Vic. With black ice invading every part of his being, his tones frozen with it he said, “I wouldn’t care if they held a gun to my head. I would never have put my son’s brains in my mouth. I’d die first.” She lunged for him, perhaps seeing the finality in his expression, but he turned away, his hand swinging out to push her off the stoop and onto the sidewalk with the disregard he would have for shooing away a fly or gnat. His wife was as dead as Vic had been. What was left wasn’t anyone or anything he cared to know.

“Trouble Sir?” The security guard/doorman asked anxiously, his hand on the phone to call the police. They all know about the restraining order against Mai Christianson. She’d violated it several times, and always Jounouchi had simply had her escorted from the building.

Jou looked at him for a moment with eyes turbulent with emotion, then he nodded shortly. “Call the police. She’s violated the order. The police have a copy of the order, as do you here at the desk. Handle it will you? I’m going to grab my bag and get out of here.” He didn’t glance at Mai as she opened the door, screeching his name. “I’ll go out the back way, through the garden gate. Have a good thanksgiving.”

The guard nodded and picked up the phone. His partner stepped around the desk when the blond woman ran into the lobby. The guard stopped her from following Jounouchi to the elevators by body checking her headlong rush. “Ma’am, you are in violation of a restraining order. We must ask you to leave now. If you don’t we will call the police and have you arrested.”

“I need to see Jou. He’s my husband! You can’t stop me from seeing my husband.” Frantically she scrambled to get around him. “I need to talk to my husband.”

“Ma’am, your husband’s name is Valon Christianson. He’s currently a guest of New York penal system. You have the wrong address.” The guard couldn’t resist that dig. He’d liked little Vic and missed him when she’d taken him away. Now that the boy was dead, he was outraged and disgusted by the woman who’d left the safe loving environment of Jou’s home to go to a hovel with a man who murdered her son. He could only imagine the agony Jounouchi was going through. The blond had loved that boy more than anything. That had come through every time he’d seen them together. It was the thought of that pain that made him less than gentle when he grabbed her arms, twisting them behind her back and placed her in restraints.

Jou walked steadily until he reached his apartment. Pain was crushing him. Mai was gone forever, nothing would ever be the same. It was thanksgiving, a time for family, but he was left alone. Tears burned in his eyes as acid filled the back of his throat.

Unbidden the memory of how it had been before crept up on him. The bare walls, freshly painted, new carpets and blinds disappeared, and the empty space was filled with the ghostly images of what used to be. He could smell the pies Mai always baked before thanksgiving, hear Vic’s video game making beeps, and feel the warmth that signified home. In his mind, he clearly saw a tousled brown head pop over the back of the couch and bright blue eyes beamed a greeting. “Dad! Welcome home. I missed you!”

“Ya did huh?” The echo of his own voice came from deep within the memory. “So come give yer ol’ man a hug.”

Blue eyes twinkled back sassily. “Nah, you need the exercise. Come get one.”

The memory faded, taking the tears with it. Shouldering his large canvas bag he turned and left the apartment. He didn’t bother to lock it. You only locked up what you valued. There was nothing left of value there.

He took two steps outside the garden gate, pulled out the Udjat and his third step brought him into his son’s room half a world away. Just pulling away from the front of his apartment building, Mai Christianson sat in the back of a squad car sobbing for her husband, alternately calling for Jou or Valon.

Jou stepped from the shadows and into Vic’s dimly lit room. He was surprised to see Kaiba sprawled on the bed snoring slightly, with a comfortable and also snoring Vic. They looked adorable, and the picture made Jou’s darkness lift as he enjoyed the view. He’d planned on sharing a room with Vic, and for a second he was disappointed that he wasn’t going to get to snuggle his son. Then determination lit him. He’d given Vic away once, he wasn’t going to let another man take him again. He was damn well sleeping next to his precious boy even if that meant cuddling the devil himself – in this case Kaiba.

Silently he stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt and climbed in to bed beside the sleeping duo. Without hesitation he slid into the bed and curled on his side, placing his head just above his son’s, nestling it into the crook of Seto’s neck. His free arm curled across Vic in a one armed hug. He lay perfectly still for long moments, simply enjoying the feel and scent of his son and the warmth of the two bodies next to him. Gradually, slowly, his lids drifted shut and sleep claimed him.

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AN: Glomps to my reviewers. Thanks to the AFF mods who edited my chapter 1 AN's, removing all controversial parts. :) Wait is my thanking them Controversial? Eeekk I hope not. :O T.T
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