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I Know You're Out There Somewhere	By : Firewing Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3536 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6 Dragon Tales

Disclaimer: Yes, yes, the winged pony is mine, all mine! Only mine! Outta my way Cecelia! Oh� wait a minute, he�s not mine? (Runs to a corner sobbing�) No, I don�t own it.
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Inside the restaurant, Seto Kaiba died a little more inside. He had come to the White Tiger to pick up some paperwork. He could have had an employee handle it for him, but he wanted to check things out himself. It wasn�t like he slept anyway.
He got the papers, set the alarm, and locked up after the sound of the motorcycle died away. Seto sat behind the wheel of his pretty Mercedes shaking. His eyes glazed over with tears and his stomach rebelled against its contents.
He watched Jou with Bronson for quite a while before he had moved to shift his trench coat over his own rather obvious arousal, thus giving himself away. He�d seen enough to know that Jou�s actions were consensual, that he was willing to please the older man. Seto had always thought Jou was straight. His interest in the blond made him acutely aware of Mai Valentine�s advances toward him. Joey always seemed a little flustered by the foxy lady, but it was obvious he liked her as well. Seto distanced himself from Jou as much as he could believing it an impossible situation going as far as belittling him at every opportunity with his rather acidic tongue. His sense of loss was tremendous; it hurt to learn the truth in such a vividly graphic manner and coupled with Jou�s unwittingly accurate words, Seto felt like his soul had been cut through with a double-edged sword.
Seto�s scars were buried in his mind, heart, and soul. They were scars no one would ever see. He swore to himself that he would never be vulnerable again after he pushed that bakayaru out the window and into his grave. He had Mokuba and that was enough, no one else would ever touch his heart. And then it happened, much too soon and when he was the least prepared for it, a golden-haired mutt with huge puppy eyes and an attitude that could rock the world crossed his path and threatened to melt the cold CEO into a puddle of unsightly goo on the spot.
Seto�s first instinct was to cut Joey down, purely in self-defense to cover up his fear of being vulnerable and therefore utterly destroyed. So, of course, he had to destroy the threat to his control instead. Seto attacked the blond boy he was inexplicably drawn to in a vain attempt to drive the boy out of his own traitorous heart.
All he managed to accomplish in the process was the creation of his own misery and to ensure that Jou hated him. Seto sat there in one of the finest sports cars money can buy with the world at his fingertips, heartbroken and haunted, trying to regain some semblance of control.
A conversation with his little brother from the previous week came back to him. They were at the White Tiger and they had been seated at the best table in the house. Mokuba was unusually quiet.
�What�s wrong?� Seto asked.
Mokuba hesitated before he answered. �Seto, you know Joey and those guys really want to be your friends. I know you have to be careful because of your position and all, but I don�t think running a company means you aren�t allowed to have friends. Those guys wouldn�t take advantage of you. Even if you don�t want their friendship you could try to be a little nicer to them.�
Automatically Seto became defensive. �I�m not concerned about being taken advantage of. Mokuba, we came here to enjoy ourselves. You always tell me that we never go anywhere. Let�s drop it, okay?�
�After all who needs friends when you have power?� Seto thought to himself.
He knew he hurt Mokuba�s feelings, but his brother recovered quickly enough. Pulling himself out of introspection and back into the present, Seto came to a sudden decision. He started his car and proceeded to follow a certain blond home.
As he drove unbidden memories of his past continued to taunt him. He�d been eight and Mokuba only three when they had been forced into the orphanage. Their mother died giving birth to Mokuba and three years later their father died in a car accident. Their family hadn�t been poor, only very nearly so. Seto�s mother stayed home with him and his father worked two jobs. Seto had never experienced friendship. He started school a year early. By the time he was three he was reading junior high level books and mathematics were already a passion. His mother taught him to play the piano and by the time he was five he had surpassed her skills.
But because he was a child prodigy and his parents couldn�t afford a private school, he was an outcast among his peers. At an early age, Seto started to pretend that others weren�t rejecting him, but rather that he was too good to associate with his mental inferiors. It was easier than feeling the pain of loneliness and before long the attitude became a part of who he was.
And then there was his baby brother to think of. Seto was the only family Mokuba had ever known. The orphanage both reinforced the bond between the brothers and increased Seto�s feelings of alienation.
A couple of years later, Gozaburo Kaiba came to the orphanage to seek a protégé and heir. He chose Seto not only for his brains and brashness in challenging the chess master to a game on which Seto gambled Mokuba�s fate, but also because Seto looked very much like the son Gozaburo lost.
For the first few months after the adoption the brothers were truly happy. But even the most wonderful fairy tale has a dark and scary side. Gozaburo played on Seto�s glaring weakness-his little brother. Gozaburo was cold and demanding with Seto, but gentle and playful with Mokuba. Seto was given a harshly rigid regimen, pushing both his mental and physical limits far beyond what anyone, let alone a ten-year-old boy, should have to endure.
Not that Gozaburo ever laid a hand on Seto. Quite the opposite, Gozaburo avoided touching Seto like the boy was plague-ridden. He made certain Seto witnessed the playful tickling and teasing sessions Gozaburo indulged Mokuba in, often carrying the small boy high on his shoulders and tucking him gently into bed.
Gozaburo succeeded to a degree in making Seto into a cold, hardheaded, ruthless, and unfeeling person. Mokuba alone kept the CEO from being as heartless as most people believed him to be.
The tides changed shortly before Seto�s fifteenth birthday. Gozaburo broke Mokuba�s innocent heart. He started the same regimen with Mokuba that he had with Seto. Overnight Gozaburo turned from a loving father to the younger boy into the boogeyman telling Mokuba he never loved him and that he wasn�t worthy of the Kaiba name. As if the mocking taunts weren�t bad enough, one day Gozaburo struck the child hard enough to knock him senseless.
Gozaburo was unaware of the cerulean eyes that bore witness to this crime. Perhaps he would not have cared. Old Man Kaiba fatally underestimated his older adopted son. All of Seto�s repressed rage plus his hard physical martial arts training gave him unnatural speed and strength as he flew at the cruel man.
Seto watched the glass window shatter, watched the shock register on Gozaburo�s face as he realized he was falling to his death. Seto felt nothing at all. Even in his haunted dreams numbness fell over him like snow.
The coroner ruled the death an apparent suicide. Seto faced a rigorous battery of psychological tests to determine if he could legally be declared an adult. The testing was nothing. Seto had become so well schooled in controlling both his body and mind little could phase him. He was officially given custody of Mokuba and became the CEO of Kaiba Corp. To Seto�s irritation and annoyance, one stipulation came with his adult status. He had to attend public high school until he turned eighteen.
It rubbed salt in the wound of his isolation to watch kids his age be carefree, friendly, and totally oblivious to the cruel caprice of life. He complied with the stipulation until the day of his eighteenth birthday and withdrew from school. All of the course work was completed. In his spare time between raising a kid brother, dueling, and running a major corporation, Seto worked on his master�s degree in business. He had no social life and little need of sleep. When he did sleep he wanted to be too exhausted to dream. When he was awake he wanted to be too busy to feel. He repressed every natural instinct he had for human contact and the only exception to the rule was Mokuba.
On that very first day at Domino High, Seto saw the beautiful high-spirited puppy that made his shattered child�s heart want to play and cuddle and be what he�d never been allowed to be. Seto denied himself the longing with cruelty and coldness.
Seto came out of his circular thoughts briefly when he arrived on the street where Jou lived. He parked on a cross street where he could see the Sennen Elephant Apartments easily and yet not be seen by a casual observer. Joey�s Harley wasn�t in the parking lot. Maybe he�d crashed somewhere else for the night? Maybe he was just riding around? Seto decided to wait.
The image of Jou kneeling before him, touching him, caressing him with his pretty mouth superimposed itself over what Seto had actually seen and he was lost to the fantasy arcing into the imaginary touch of his dream lover.
He was snapped out of his fantasy by the sound of a motorcycle. Jou was home, but he wasn�t alone. The smaller form behind him slipped off the bike first, pulled off the helmet, and revealed the unmistakable head of hair that could only belong to Yugi Moutu.
Seto groaned. He finally decided to reach out to Jou to see if there was any chance they could put their differences aside. Even if they couldn�t be friends, maybe they would no longer be enemies. Seto wanted to call a truce and his Jou-pup just had to go and drag Yugi home. Seto felt his willpower disintegrate into jealousy of the closeness the two teens shared so casually.
He sat there watching them in a frustration that was very nearly a physical pain while the two boys entered the apartment building. The only thing that would have made this night worse was if the weather had continued to pour the deluge of flood-like rains out on the city of Domino as it had for the past week. And yet for Seto a rain did pour inside his soul, too deep for anyone to see him weep.
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