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Stinging Beauty	By : Fel5 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Yippeeeee!(does 'penguin dance', as Kool and The Gang blares out of her soundsystem)
Ceeeeeleeebraaatiooon
Who would have thought? Fifty chappies, and still running!^^
(Turns off radio) Ok, enough with the party, this chappie is a little more serious than the previous ones- can anyone say "family matters"?
Btw, a warm, hearty welcome to all my new readers, it's nice you joined. And to all patrons,
thanks for sticking by! Your reviews and opinions always manage to boost my dedication and inspiration!^^

Arigato gozaimasu!

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50.
Justice by the minute
"Kuso-!"
Letting out a string of curses that would have made a sailor pale, Katsuya swiped the papers off his desk and rested his face in his hands.
Nevermind how often he recounted and calculated it, the result always remained the same:
He was broke.
Well, short of money to be more precise, but it still was obvious that he needed a different source of income to maintain even the lowest standard of living.
And with all the advanced classes and extra courses he had to attend to keep his grades on their current level, a second job was out of question.
Sighing, Katsuya started picking up the items on the floor, stacked them back on the table and started browsing the newspaper for a more profitable employment.
Letting his gaze wonder over his lover's face, who was picking listlessly through his Shabu-Shabu, Seto took in Katsuya's paleness, worried expression and dull eyes.
"Is there something troubling you?"
Jou's head shot up, blond hairs pooling around his shoulders, making Seto's eyes flash with desire.
"Nani-?"
Putting down his chopsticks, the brunet stated:
"Katsuya, it's your birthday, we are enjoying a meal you would normally gladly run from Nagasaki to Kyoto and back to devour, tomorrow is Sunday and we are both off, and yet, you seem -depressed. Why?"
Seto took a sip from his Côte-du-Rhône, then placed the glass back on the table and asked:
"You are experiencing a financial maelstrom, aren't you?"
Sighing, Katsuya confessed:
"Not really, it's just- I need a new job."
A scowl marred Seto's features.
"Gomen? Did they fire you-?"
"No, no, of course not!"
Sweatdropping, Jou waved off.
"It's just that my free scholarship is running out end of March, and that means, I'll have to come up for the college fees myself. And no, I don't want your money or help. I appreciate it, but I'd rather, you let me handle this myself."

Smiling, Seto took the hint and dropped the subject.

The phone had been ringing at least twelve times, before Jou decided to save himself the nerve and picked up the reciever.
"Moshi moshi, Toyohashi Daigakkou?"
"Heya, Jou-kun, how are you?" came Honda's bellow over the receiver.
"Honda, nan de-?"
"Gomen nasai, I only called to wish you a happy belated birthday. Sorry, I didn't mean to forget you or anything..."
"No problem, I wasn't around anyway. Seto and I-"
"Arigato, that's far more than I wanted to know!"
Katsuya sweatdropped.
"But what I wanted to ask, you still loo-"
"Tada ima*! Hiro-koi, I got the green peppers you wanted, and the fresh ginger too!"
Stunned, Jou blinked, then croaked:
"Shizuka?"
He could hear Honda's nervous gulp over the reciever, as well as his imoto's steps, as she came to the phone and asked:
"Nan desu ka#?"
"Uhhh..."
Taking the reciever from the brunet's hand, she tweeted cheerfully:
"Konban-wa+, you have reached the Honda residence, how may help you?"
Eyes narrowed, Katsuya queried:
"Shizuka? Is that you? What are you doing at Honda's place?"
There was a terrified gasp and a short, clanking sound, as his sister dropped the phone.
"Shizuka? Shizuka!"
yelled Katsuya, then quietened and listened to the hushed conversation in the background, as well as his sister's choked sobs.
Moments later, there was a soft rustle and then Honda rasped:
"Go-gomen nasai, Jou, I didn't expect her home this early-"
"Honda Hiroto, if you can't give me a very good explanation as to why my sister is doing shoppings for you, I would advise you to settle whatever business you still have standing out, because if I don't like your answer, I'm going to make it my personal task to send you to hell!" growled Katsuya.
A short pause, then Honda muttered:
"You sound more like Seto every day!"
"I will take that as a compliment. Now, would you care to tell me, as to what my sibling is doing at your appartment on a regular workday, when she should be attending school?"
"Uhh, ja- hold on a sec."
Katsuya growled in annoyance.

Again, quiet words were exchanged, then Honda spoke:
"Listen, Jou, the reason Shizuka didn't tell you anything was because she was afraid-"
"Nani? Afraid? Of me? Why should she, I'm her elder brother! She knows, I would never hurt her!" "-that you would go and do something rash. We all know your temper-"
"How can I do something rash, when I don't even know what's going on?" roared the blond.
Honda groaned, thinking by himself, that ignorance had never been able to stop his best friend from taking action.
"Just- calm down and listen, ne? You have to promise me not to do anything stupid, wakarimashita?"
"Alright," fumed Katsuya,
"I won't do anything-"
"No!I want you to promise and mean it, Katsuya. Promise me you will not go out there and wrec havoc!"
Jou frowned.
It had to be very serious if Honda insisted on his pledge.
"Fine. You have my word. Now, would you please tell me what happened?"
Sighing, his best friend answered:
"Shizuka had a...fight with your o-kaa-san. Your mother- disowned her and threw her out of their house."
"WHAT?!?"

She had always known, he would grow up to take on his father's physical attributes, despite him having her eyes and the infamous golden hair running in her family and showing up only every third of fourth generation.
Kawai-san stared at her son, towering over her and emitting an air of disappointment and ill-concealed rage.
Last she had seen him, Katsuya had been only slightly taller than her, a teenager, a boy really.
Four years down the line had made a difference.
The Katsuya she was facing now was a grown man with responsibilities, desires, hopes, dignity, compassion and honor.
And vengeance in his heart, if the look in his eyes was any sign.
In her years of marriage she had come to learn, that the most dangerous Jounouchi was a quiet Jounouchi.
Since his arrival, Katsuya had not yet uttered a single word.
Kawai-san had offered him tea, coffee, anything, but he only kept staring at her, making her more nervous by the minute.
Finally, just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore he rasped:
"How could you do that? How could you disown your daughter?"
Whirling around, the elder woman hissed:
"She defied me! She disobeyed my wish to stay here and rather joined you and your gay friends in your cozy little winter hideaway! I don't even want to imagine what happened in that-that-brothel!"
"Oh kami forbid that an eighteen years old girl would rather spend Christmas eve with her friends and aibou and brother! And besides, we were not smoking pot or having orgies or anything! None of us are into drugs-"
"That is beside the point!" screamed Kawai-san furious.

"I am not willed to take disrespect from my musume°! Shizuka not only refused to do as I told, but had the nerve to lie to me as well! She told me she would be spending Christmas with Honda's, instead she ran off with that smooth-talking boyfriend of hers. And now she's making preparations for you and your pimp's wedding!"
Jou bristled with rage.
"Don't you dare call him that! I don't care how or what you think or talk about me, but I will not have you insulting my husband!"
"Husband? That pampered snob is not even your lover, he is merely using you as a gigolo, a toy! As soon as he gets fed up, he will dump you!" screeched his mother.
"Stop reflecting everybody and their lives from your own narrowed point of view!"
barked Katsuya.
"Just because it didn't work out for you and dad, doesn't mean Seto and I can't be happy together!"
Kawai-san froze, and Katsuya knew, he had struck a nerve.
For a while, mother and son only glared at one another, probing, searching, accusing, until the young man stated:
"You know, all these years I only accused otou-san for breaking up our family. I always thought, it was all his fault, that he alone drove you away. Now I see, that you are just as much to blame as him."
He shook his head and snorted.
"No wonder, the two of you got married. You're two of a kind."
The slap stung.
Not his cheek, he barely felt it there, but his heart and pride.
Drawing deep breaths to calm himself down, he heard his o-kaa-san snap:
"Don't you ever dare compare me with that kusoyaro! I don't have to put up with that kind of
behaviour, neither from you nor anybody else, wakarimashita?"
Jou nodded once, slowly.
"Hai. Perfectly."
Then he straightened himself and, turning towards the door, mumbled:
"Don't worry. None of us will bother you ever again."
Upon stepping out, he added, more as an afterthought:
"I hope you realize, that by disowning Shizuka, you also threw away any chances of ever meeting your grand-children."
The door quietly shut closed in Kawai-san's face.
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The angst, the angst(shivers in delight)!^^
What good is fluff, romance and humor without the occasional emotional turmoil, ne?^^
Hope you enjoy!

* Jap: I'm home/back
# Jap: Who is it?
+ Jap: Goodevening
° Jap: daughter
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