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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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(Sweatdrops)
yeah, I know, I�m awful when it comes to updates, it was just, this one
sentence got stuck in my head and caused one hell of a writer�s block-let�s
hope I�m over it, now.
A little
more plot twists, a few minor surprises, but all in all, nothing too
exciting-hope you enjoy anyway.

Ja ne!^^

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54.
Giving out standards

Thank kami
for failsafes and back-ups, otherwise Mokuba would have been steak tartar.
Actually,
Seto had assumed that his newest VR-game might overtax his system, however he
was not prepared for a complete crash-down.
The damage
was not irrepairable, he could easily reconstruct the software from the various
copies he had made.
Still, he
was not pleased.
"Did you
try to turn my motherboard into deep-fried tempura, or what?" roared the CEO,
when he first inspected the havoc.
Mokuba
winced.
"I only did
what you told me, I ran the program for twenty-four hours straight; when I came
to check on it, the computer announced a 'fatal system error' and just-shut
down. Honto ni. I-I'm sorry, Seto, I know how hard you worked-"
"No, it's
ok," sighed the CEO, as he reached for the test protocols.
Scanning
over the mass of codes, searching for a clue as to what might have caused the
failure, he asked:
"How did
the deal with Meisei go? Are we in on their newest adaption?"
The raven-haired
teen smiled proudly.
"Hai,
nii-san, and you'll be glad to hear that I managed to get it even 15% cheaper
than you predicted!"
Mokuba felt
a warm, fuzzy feeling run down his spine at Seto's incredulous stare.
"Na-nan de? Fifteen? But..but how-?"
Whisking
some imaginary dust from his shoulder, the younger Kaiba explained:
"Well, you
know that Meisei's production process isn't quite up-to-date, ne? Thusly, they
are going to deliver three days later than agreed, and I told Kobayashi-san
that that stood in direct violation of our contract, and so he had to agree on
giving us a nice, big reduction or hand over half of his company to us. And
since we both know that it's only a matter of time until Meisei will be forced
to sell their ownership rights to a bigger company or close down, it would have
been completely pointless to buy them up now, when we can get them almost for
free within a year or two."
Throughout
Mokuba's speech Seto's eyes had widened more and more, as he gazed in amazement
at his younger brother.
As the teen
ended, a rare grin had spread over the brunet's face and, rising from his seat,
he declared:
"That
was-ingenious! Kaiba Mokuba, if you weren't my brother and I not happily
married, I would kiss you!"
"And aren�t
we glad, that both of this facts apply!"mumbled the younger one, before he
made a mad dash for the door, narrowly escaping his brother's hug.

"I'm not
amused."
He really
wasn't.
Obviously,
someone had taken advantage of his week-long absence and turned his dorm upside
down; papers and books were strewn across the floor, his clothes ripped from
the hangers and stomped on, the bedsheets soiled and in disarray.
The better
part of his CD collection was missing, along with his stereo and favorite
leather jacket, the windows had been smeared with soy sauce and ketchup, even
as the large, black inscription on the wall read: "gay fuckers never promote".
Amber eyes
narrowed and darkened in anger, even as Jou turned on his heel and stormed out
of his wrecked room, slamming the battered door closed behind him.
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The
director had known about the infamous 'Kaiba glare'.
However, he
was not prepared for the CEO's husband being able to sport one of equally
destructive power.
"What do
you mean, 'inconviniences'? Have you taken a look at my room, sensei?"
snarled Katsuya.
Shrugging,
the director tried to emit an air of poised authority, although he was
fidgeting inwardly.
"I am sure,
they meant no real harm, Jounouchi-san. It was just a stupid prank-"
"Forcerd entry,
damage of private and school property and stealing are not something to joke
about, at least as far as I'm concerned."
Rising to
his full height, the blond gave the director a level gaze.
"But if you
think it funny, I'll be sure it will make for one good laugh as the University
papers' head-line, ne?"

Within a
week, the culprits had been flushed out and forced to leave Toyohashi Daigakkou
for good.

Shocked
silence reigned the conference room.
Finally,
one of the directors croaked:
"Go-gomen nasai,
Kaiba-san, but I am not certain that I understood you correctly..?"
The CEO
smirked, fingertips pressed against each other, enjoying the horrified look on
the other men's faces.
"You did
hear well, Kitamura-san. As of his upcoming sixteenth birthday, Mokuba will
officaly take over the seat of vice-president of Kaiba Corp. Seeing how well he
handled the deal with Meisei, I deem my brother capable of living up to the
challenge. Of course, he will remain under my constant tutelage, yet he might
require a certain..guidance, which, I am convinced, all of you will
provide in abundance."
That had
not been a request, but an order, and the counselors assembled knew better than
to argue.
Mumbled
reassurements and half-meant congratulations echoed through the room, even as
Seto gave Mokuba a triumphant grin.
Who
returned it with the biggest, proudest and most cheerful smile ever.

Taking a
drag from his cigarette, the bulky man stared at the gates and the blue sky
above.
Gently
coming closer, his persuer gave a reassuring smile and declared:
"I have
been watching you."
A short
flicker of brown eyes, then a grumbled:
"I know."
Perceptive
and aware, yet capable of remaining seemingly unsuspecting.
Good.
Standing
next to the taller one, the elder man mused:
"I believe,
we have something in common?"
His
vis-à-vis eyed him from head to toe like something that had just crawled out of
the sewer, then snorted:
"I highly
doubt that."
Grey-brown
orbs were covered by paper-thin lids, an amused sound escaping their owner's throat.
"Yet, there
is someone we both would rather see dead, ne?"
A short
sniffle was the only idication that his listener was even remotely interested.
"I'm
speaking of Kaiba Seto, of course-or in your case, Jounouchi Katsuya."
There was a
dark-red gleam, both at the tip of his cigarette, as in his eyes.

He knocked,
and waited.
When he
didn't receive an answer, he knocked again, this time a little louder.
Again,
there was no reply, so Katsuya punched in his own personal code to Seto's
laboratory and entered.
The sight
he met brought a smile to his face:
Cradling
the decrepit motherboard in his left arm, legs drawn to his body and
screwdriver resting loosely in his right hand, Seto lay on the floor admidst
cables, wires, RAMs and processors, fast asleep, a content smirk tilting his
lips ever so lightly.
Shaking his
head, Katsuya gently came closer, careful not to step on any parts and pried
the device from Seto's grip.
He picked
up his husband and, carrying him bridal style to their bedroom, whispered:
"What's
that saying? The difference between men and boys is the price of their toys."
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Gomen, but
I couldn't help it- the image of Seto sleeping on the floor admidst his doodits
and trinklets was just so kawaii, I had to put it in!^^
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