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Chapter
Act Six.

“...and
now; I trust you are assured of the Kaiba Corporation’s
commitment to maintaining the integrity of your product,
Matsuuma-san.” Seto gives the older businessman a small smile.

“Yes.
My first instinct was to conduct business with Ichigo Toys,”
continues Matsuuma, “as I tend to do. But lately I’ve had
misgivings regarding Ichigo-sama’s corporate judgment.

“One
of her younger executives--Aomori, I believe--is having marital
issues.”

Seto
scowls briefly at hearing the familiar surname, but lets Matsuuma
continue his blathering.

“...what
do you think the proper course for young Aomori should be,
Kaiba-san?” asks Matsuuma. “My ways, I admit, must seem
rather out of touch with your generation.”

“It
would be...inappropriate for me to comment on Aomori-san’s
personal affairs. I don’t know what he’s chosen as his
true course of action; and thus,” continues Seto humbly, “I’m
a poor judge of whether his plan is right or wrong.”

“I...I
strongly disapprove of divorce, particularly at Aomori’s young
age. When spouses are old like me, and have contributed their
offspring and energies to the match, then a peaceable parting of ways
could be arranged.

“But
now, with his marriage not yet consummated? Still, I know myself to
be foolish in your eyes. What business have I in his affairs?”
Matsuuma shrugs. “It is pointless. Yet I feared for my
product’s reputation, tied up in such scandal.”

“And
you came to me. I’m honored that you’d consider Kaiba
Corporation worthy,” smiles Seto. “I will not betray your
confidence.”

“Domo
arigatou, Kaiba-san.” Matsuuma bows. Seto returns the bow.
“I shall take my leave, if you permit.”

“I
thank you for honoring us with your visit.” Seto slumps into
his chair the moment Matsuuma leaves his office. This stupid ass
really needs to hire a few whores for the evening, or get a life at
the least.

Just
as the young executive opens his laptop, the phone rings.

“Moshi-moshi;
Kaiba Corporation. Kaiba speaking....”

-
- - - -

“...the
only one that should be cursing on the line is me, you miserable
brat! How dare you steal the Matsuuma account!? I had plans to build
a theme park around his game....

“...listen,
onore! It’s not my fault that my late brother was
difficult.... Yes: difficult--you try being sane when your only child
dies...no, I’m not trying to threaten you!

“Seto,
you’re such a twit! You know and I know that Matsuuma’s a
doddering, cloistered old idiot....

“...I
am not grateful! I wanted him on my hands, thank you!
That account was worth billions! Two years of R&D spending,
wasted thanks to you...!

“...oh,
you’re laughing at me now, ne? I wonder how Matsuuma-san
would react to learning of your activities with that
sannensei...Jounouchi Katsuya...?

“...ah!
You’ve ceased laughing. Ja ne!” Kaiba Ichigo hangs
up on Seto. She presses the intercom. “Please send Aomori-san
to my office,” the brown-haired woman smiles sweetly.

A
few minutes later, Tetsuhiro enters his employer’s office. “You
sent for me, Kaiba-san?”

“I
trust, Aomori-kun,” smiles Ichigo, “that you know
what this meeting is in regards to.”

Tetsuhiro’s
face fell. “We lost the Matsuuma account, didn’t we?”

“Yep.”

“How?”
Tetsuhiro winces. “How could we possibly have lost that
account? Who picked it up?”

“My
elder nephew. Seto-kun somehow convinced Matsuuma that Kaiba
Corporation was more family-oriented than Ichigo Toys.

“This
is despite the adult virtual games that brat’s perverted R&D
team likes to program using versions of his Solid Vision
engine.

“I
had been cultivating a business relationship with Matsuuma for five
years, and our R&D has been working feverishly on the theme park
based on his game for the past two.”

“Then
what made him turn to Kaiba Corporation?” asks Tetsuhiro.

“...Matsuuma
overheard you arguing on the telephone with your wife. And he
eavesdropped on your argument with Kazuhiko-kun. I warned you
about the man’s nosiness. He’s a meddling widower with
lots of disposable time and threadbare wisdom.

“And,
I also warned you that he’s quite traditionally-minded.”

“So
Matsuuma-san heard about the strain between Funahu and myself.”

“I
remember another warning I gave you, years before Funahu-kun
was ever entangled in this matter. I tried to tell you not to take
your mother seriously regarding arranged marriages.”

“My
mother is intolerable, Kaiba-san. I’ve simply learned it’s
best to accede to her wishes.”

“Hn.
Doing so in this instance has set Ichigo Toys back by eleven billion
yen. While it probably wouldn’t have had Matsuuma minded
his own business, I already gave fair warning to you regarding this
man’s temperament.

“Am
I to presume then, Aomori-kun, that you’re incompetent
at guarding sensitive affairs? Or even taking basic precautions after
suitable warnings have been given? I wonder....”

Tetsuhiro
senses that his employment could be in jeopardy. “...please.
Let me discuss the Matsuuma account with him.”

“No.
I’ll handle Seto,” says Ichigo. “He has weaknesses
that I alone know how to exploit.”

“Young
Kaiba won’t let you in his office. Matsuuma may never come back
to us if you use your custody of his brother like a bludgeon.”

“Right,
Aomori-kun. Matsuuma is a do-gooder in that way....”

“I
can get the two of you to discuss this on an even playing field. If
you would meet me at my family’s home in two hours, the
arrangements will be made.”

“Go;
perhaps then I can forgive your incompetence.

“In
any case, make a choice between the two women. Your indecision
reflects ill on my company.” Ichigo dismisses Tetsuhiro.

-
- - - -

“That...jajauma!”
Seto punches a portrait of Gozaburo, one of the few still hanging in
his office. “I should have taken Damien’s advice....”

“Calm
down, ‘niisama.... Knowing Kazuhiko-san,”
continues Mokuba, “he probably told Ichigo-oba himself.”

“That
bastard and bonkotsu will pay dearly...” Seto seethes.
“Especially Aomori. I don’t expect zakou to know
any better, after all.”

“You
did sodomize his imouto-san, Seto-niisama....”

“I
know. And you know what? She felt good! And if you mention a word of
this to Anzu, I’ll kill you.”

“...you
know that Ichigo-san wanted the Matsuuma account more than anything.”

“I
noticed. She half-whored herself out to Matsuuma to get in his good
graces. I don’t intend to keep the account.”

“Good.
That man is too nosy. He should have taken his product to Nintendo in
the first place,” scowls Mokuba.

Seto
glares at his younger brother, then tackles him.

“What
are you doing, ‘niisama!?”

“Never.
Mention. Nintendo. In this office.” Seto’s lips curl into
a mean smile as he tickles Mokuba.

“Okay!
Okay...! I-I’m sorry...!” gasps Mokuba between laughs.
“It-it just slipped out...! Please...! Please, stop! This isn’t
fair! You know I’m ticklish...!”

“Don’t
ever forget it.” Ceasing the tickle barrage, Seto touches
Mokuba’s nose. “Keep this in mind the next time you want
me on video.”

“I
get it, I get it; just buy hentai like normal Japanese males.”

“Good.”
Seto stands up, pressing his intercom. “Send maintenance to my
office. I want this debris removed.”

He
and Mokuba leave the office.

-
- - - -

“...you
will right matters for me, Kazuhiko.” Tetsuhiro scowls at the
younger Aomori.

“Why
should I?” hisses Kazuhiko.

“I
nearly lost my job because of you, bakayarou!”

“From
what I’ve gathered, it was your own incompetence. Par for the
course.”

“You
obnoxious, petty, selfish little troll. I don’t have time for
your snide remarks.

“Invite
your associate Seto here immediately, or I’ll have you
imprisoned.”

Kazuhiko’s
eyes widen at his brother’s threat.

“Yes;
I know about that,” Tetsuhiro continues. “He’s your
friend! What the hell were you thinking?”

“I
had my reasons for what I did, and I don’t have to disclose
them to you.” Kazuhiko smiles ruefully. “If you were half
as rude to kaasan as you are to me, we wouldn’t have
such a fucked-up family.

“I
am ashamed to bring Seto here, to tell you the truth.”

“Sometimes
I wonder, Kazu: who do you think you are? What do you really know?

“You
have all of kaasan’s least-enjoyed qualities, and only
the fact that you’re a blood relative prevents me from killing
you.”

“I
am nothing like that bitter, man-hating baita.”

“I
know. Her faults notwithstanding, she’s still a better person
than you. Now do as I say.” Tetsuhiro leaves his brother’s
room.

Seething,
Kazuhiko snatches up the phone.

-
- - - -

“...interesting,
Aomori. Save your apologies; I intend to even the score...you’d
like to invite me for dinner...?” Seto laughs, somewhat
derisively. “It would be an honor.”

“And
you’re going to Kazuhiko-san’s home because...?”
wonders Mokuba.

“I
have my reasons, Mokuba; I can’t disclose them as of yet.”

-
- - - -

“So...will
you do it, Aomori?” asks Seto. “I know it’s not
particularly honorable, but it’s for marital preservation.”

“The
husband is paying me to help his wife know love again.”
Kazuhiko smiles ruefully. “Why didn’t my father think of
that?”

Seto
quirks an eyebrow. “...perhaps he’s too jealous to share.
Your mother is actually pretty for her age.”

“She
had Tetsuhiro at seventeen, and myself at nineteen.”

“I
know you resent your parents. But I think they do love you.
Unfortunately,” continues Seto. “they’re just
idiots at expressing it.”

“I’d
be satisfied if the woman would cease interfering in our private
affairs.” Kazuhiko scowls. “She has no idea how this has
affected Zeni-kun.”

“...I
don’t think anyone does,” muses Seto quietly.

“Hm?”

“Strict
confidence. If you want to know, ask her.”

“I
see. So I’m a gigolo for a harried housewife.” Kazuhiko
smiles. “Acceptable. It’d be interesting to fuck a woman
with experience.”

“Here
is the address, and a down payment.” Seto hands Kazuhiko a
check and a slip of paper. “The appointment is Saturday at
2315. She should already be dressed for the occasion.

“It’ll
be dim, so she won’t know what you look like. This is a
one-time deal, after all. Just make her feel beautiful.”

“Not
to worry. My main problem is being detached from people,”
smiles Kazuhiko wryly as he leaves.

Seto
smirks, a sly grin he usually wears when he gains the upper hand in a
duel. Aomori won’t have that problem to worry about
anymore.... Laughing softly, Seto follows Kazuhiko out of the
bedroom.

-
- - - -

“I
like this new job,” grins Jounouchi. “You get to meet all
sorts of people at this hotel.”

Honda
looks around the lobby. “Considering the place looks like a
seedy dive outside,” he says, “I’m amazed the place
is so nice.”

“It’s
a hotel that relies on total secrecy. Celebrities even come here.”

“So
it’s like the saying about Las Vegas?” quips Honda.

“He’s
funny,” laughs the hotel manager. “We have a full-service
casino in the basement.

“All
you have to do is keep your mouth shut, and we pay you well.”

“No
worries. We have to just to hold a job.” Jounouchi rolls his
eyes.

“Ah,
yes--you and Honda are Domino High students, aren’t you?”
the manager asks. Jounouchi and Honda nod. “Not to worry. We
can set up a bank account for you as well, and have statements go to
wherever you’d like.”

“If
it’s all the same to you,” smiles Honda, “I’d
like to just see how this place operates.”

“He
can keep a secret,” adds Jounouchi at his manager’s
frowning.

“No
problem.” The manager keeps his frown. “He just can’t
go past the lobby. Restrooms there.”

The
manager points to a pair of doors marked OTOKOBENJO and
ONNABENJO, which are across from Jounouchi’s check-in
desk.

Honda
grins. “I understand.”

“Good.
Have a fine evening.” Bowing, the manager leaves.

Jounouchi
yawns. “Me, I basically sit at this desk, check in the guests.
I keep my mouth shut and my eyes open. Been here for about a year
now.”

“Is
this place legal?” wonders Honda.

“The
place is, though the activities...I can’t say. Honda, I like
this job; don’t fuck it up for me.”

“Okay,
okay.” Honda dismisses his question. He slips on a baseball cap
and shades, noticing a familiar-looking red-haired man and a young
woman walk inside.

Likewise
noticing the two guests, Jounouchi quickly combs his hair back and
puts on a pair of clear glasses.

“...I
don’t really like it here,” says the young woman softly.

The
man looks down at the petite woman, concerned. “You don’t,
Yukina-san...?” he asks. The woman shakes her head. “Then
we’ll just head home; I think it’d be more personal that
way.

“Sorry,
guy,” grins the man to Jounouchi. “Can’t help you
today.”

“...perfectly
alright, Kuwa--eh...sir....” Jounouchi clears his throat.
“Hopefully, we can be of service to you another time.”

Kuwabara
and his companion both leave the hotel.

“Oi,
Jouno-kun; that lady is...lovely. Kuwabara-sensei’s
a lucky man,” grins Honda.

Jounouchi
sighs. “I just hope sensei didn’t recognize
me....”

-
- - - -

A
woman obscured in shadow strokes Kazuhiko’s bared chest. “I
know this is unusual to ask of you, sir,” she smiles, “but
what is your name?”

“My...name?”
Kazuhiko stares at his “client” quizzically, feeling
uncomfortable in this particular enjokousai role.

“Yes.
Please, let me explain. My name is Mijime. I was molested, in turn,
by my father and my four older brothers. They shared me, as though I
was a fine candy.

“So
you can imagine that I’m not fond of men in particular.”

“I
see.” Kazuhiko fidgets, not expecting to talk. “What of
your husband?”

“I
love him very much. Him and both my sons--they are fine young men. I
only want what’s best for them.

“But
my sons resent me; my eldest, not so much as my youngest.

“My
husband said he had a surprise for me here; I wasn’t expecting
a ‘call boy’.”

Kazuhiko
kisses the woman. “Your husband wants me to make you feel
beautiful, wanted. Loved.”

“He
could have arranged to meet me himself....”

“Perhaps
there’s a problem; a wall between you that prevents you two
from fostering the proper intimacy.

“Think
of me,” continues Kazuhiko, “as a doctor of sorts.”
The young man touches the woman’s breasts after exposing them.
“Hm...your breasts are quite soft. You’re very young for
a housewife.”

“I
was married and pregnant at seventeen, thankfully with my husband’s
child.”

“Now
that I think of it...my own mother’s name is Mijime. I always
thought it a perfect name for her.

“...I
don’t like her. Part of me hates her, truthfully.”

“Why?”
asks Mijime.

“...before,
she was a domineering jajauma, constantly dictating every
aspect of our lives.

“I
hate kaasan the most, now, because she hurt a friend of mine.
She harangued my elder brother until he relented and married this
nitwit of a woman.”

“Do
you know your brother’s wife well enough that you can call her
that?” scolds Mijime.

“...no.
I just know my friend was a better woman for my brother than anyone
kaasan picked out.

“But
enough about my life.” Scowling, Kazuhiko thrusts into Mijime.

Pleased,
Mijime starts to maneuver Kazuhiko’s hands; Kazuhiko gently
grips her wrists.

“Ah....
You must let me work...Mijime-san. Don’t try to control the
pace. A woman should be soft and yielding...when she plays the role
of lover.

“There
are times...when the roles may be reversed; but I recommend
letting...your husband set the pace. If you do...you will be quite
satisfied.”

“But....”

“No....”
Kazuhiko winces, enjoying Mijime intensely. “You are so fine;
yet you must let me pleasure you....”

He
lifts one of Mijime’s legs to deepen his thrusts within her.
“Gods...you’re perfect. I must...concentrate...on
pleasing you.... Don’t try to reciprocate....”

Mijime
moans in delight, trying to obey her young partner as she softly runs
her nails across his back.

“Yes...yes....”
the woman cries.

“Good....
This is better, isn’t it...? I won’t hurt you...I’m
here to please you.... But you must trust me....” Kazuhiko
kisses Mijime deeply, still thrusting slowly into her moist, tight
sex. His eyes roll back in ecstasy.

“...oh...what
is...your name...?” moans Mijime.

“Still...asking...?”
demands Kazuhiko.

“...yes!”
Mijime answers, partly reacting to an arousing area her partner hit.
“I want to...scream your name....

“Please...when
I...I--!” Mijime’s hips buck harder against Kazuhiko’s,
her body nearing climax.

“Don’t
fight it.... Don’t hold back...!” Kazuhiko hisses. “Let
it consu--consume you...!”

“...inside
me...inside me...!” cries Mijime.

“...Kazu-kazuhiko...!
And yes...I will--!” Kazuhiko’s seed pulses into her.

“Ai...!”
Mijime climaxes, softly licking Kazuhiko’s shoulders.
“...Kazuhiko....”

The
couple rests in each others’ arms for a few minutes.

“Kazuhiko,”
Mijime drunkenly smiles at length. “That’s my...younger
son’s name....”

“...an
interesting coincidence....” The effects of the lovemaking
wearing off the usually-sedate youth, Kazuhiko muses stonily over a
disturbing possibility....

“I
named him...after my otouto. He always tried...to protect
me...from my father and the others....”

“Hm....
What happened to him?”

“...he
died.... That same year, I met my husband,” Mijime sighs.

-
- - - -

“What
are you watching, Kaiba?” Ishitani asks Seto.

“A
video of someone with an Oedipal complex,” grins Seto crudely.

Ishitani
watches some of the video. “...yeah; I figured this was the
case all along with him....

“How
long until he finds out?”

“He
should be in short--*” Seto notes a page on his intercom. “Yes,
Rumiko-kun?”

“Aomori
Kazuhiko has just stormed past my desk. He’s quite angry. Shall
I send security?” asks the receptionist.

“No
need. I’m expecting him.” A catlike smile curls Seto’s
lips as he pauses the video.

Kazuhiko
yanks open the door to Seto’s office. “You.... You
loathsome...bastard.”

Seto
smiles cheerfully. “Whatever is the matter, Kazuhiko-san?”
he asks gently.

“You
know damned well. You orchestrated the whole outrage.”

“But
Kazuhiko-san,” says Seto incredulously, “I told you that
the woman was having a hard time trusting men. I thought you
understood that you were fucking your mother.

“You
certainly look happy on the tape. I plan to give this to
Mokuba-dai--he loves this kind of smut.” Seto giggles
childishly, even as Kazuhiko seethes.

The
bespectacled youth is livid, his eyes narrowing into slits. “Come
out of that chair,” Kazuhiko beckons, “and let me beat
you senseless.”

“I’m
not doing that. All I did was make you happy.” A soft sneer
begins to permeate Seto’s childlike tone. “And of course,
your mother.

“She’s
quite pleased with you now.”

“How
would you like it if I tricked you into fucking your relative?”
spits Kazuhiko angrily.

Seto
drops his act entirely, laughing contemptuously. “You. You are
in no position to talk--not when it comes to being beyond the pale.
You ought to be grateful I don’t have you clapped in irons,
left to the tender mercies of drunk and horny yokodzuna-sized
yakuza.”

Ishitani
laughs at Seto’s comment. “Yo! Kazuhiko! Your ass
is so tight...!” he chortles, mimicking a lusty sumo wrestler.

“Quite
frankly, however: I am the better man, and I’ll behave that
way,” continues Seto. “I wanted to give your mother a
hot, young fuck. When I considered the job you did on me, I thought
you’d be ideal.”

“You
are one psychotic chikushoume,” hisses Kazuhiko.

“It’s
your own fault. If you’d known anything besides bullshit about
your own mother,” continues Ishitani, “you would have
figured it out before fucking her. Bakayarou.” The large
youth shakes his head bemusedly.

“I
don’t know why he’s complaining; she clearly performed
very well for him. You were no match for Aomori-fujin in bed,
eh?” chuckles Seto.

“But
then,” the executive continues, “all you ever could do
was complain. Given everything a Japanese child could ask for, and
it’s still not enough.

“You’re
such a pathetic, miserable brat, Kazuhiko. Keep your place in the
pecking order. I always win in the end.” Seto laughs.

Kazuhiko
glares at his schoolmate, blushing.

“Oh,
and as for bonkotsu: I’ll deal with him as well. You may
go now.”

Trembling
and seething, Kazuhiko silently leaves. Seto laughs maniacally.

Ishitani
again shakes his head. “You just love doing that, don’t
you?”

“...what
is to be done with zakou?”

“I’m
thinking a more classical approach....”

“I
see.” Seto pulls up Jounouchi and Honda’s grade records
on his laptop, making a few minor edits. “This way, he’ll
have no choice but to accept our generous offers....

“As
to Honda-kun....”

“Make
him watch and learn,” grins Ishitani. “Otherwise, leave
him alone--he didn’t do shit.”

“So
we....”

“Tournante.
Swap. Katsu-chan’s earned it.”

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Author’s
Notes:

JAPANESE
QUICKIE GLOSSARY

CH.
6

Domo
arigatou: “thank you”, the polite form. Japanese, so
polite.... almost as bad as Southerners in the US.

Ja
ne: probably a contraction of jamatane, or “see you
later”.

yen:
JPN currency; current exchange rate of one yen is less than a
penny in US dollars.

jajauma:
literally, “restive horse”; in this case, yet another way
to say “bitch”. Another person on the dreaded shitlist
of...Seto Kaiba.

bakayarou:
“stupid” + “bastard”; means “dumbass”.

OTOKOBENJO/ONNABENJO:
(men/women) restroom.

enjokousai:
basically, teen whore. usually refers to a trend-conscious teenage
girl who dates older men for money/material possessions. also a
euphemism for...things that keep you awake at night if you’re
the JPN parent of a teenage girl.

yokodzuna:
highest-ranked sumo wrestler.

fujin:
Mrs.; IOW, Mrs. Aomori--Kazuhiko’s mom. [seto: revenge is a
dish best served with Ramune and my blue eyes....]

*
tournante is French; I don’t intend to translate it
here. give up. *

Compared
to Chapter Five, this was a snap to write. Still need better
euphemisms, though. (I used all the good words at the beginning of
Ch. 5.)

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RECAP
TIME!

It
seems that Kazuhiko has learned the old saying about payback; and
Jounouchi will shortly learn a new French word. Also, it appears that
Matsuuma was useful to the younger generation after all.

However,
a few questions remain. As the school year at Domino draws near its
end, will the Panel accomplish its objective? Will Tsukiyama’s
treachery be exposed? Is Kuwabara the sort of man that kisses and
tells?

And
of greatest concern: Will Senzo convince his Selection to straddle
him?

Find
out next time. For now: review. I hope you did enjoy.

:)
Stoner Sunshine :)

Disclaimer:
Except for any original characters, all characters in this story
belong to Kazuki TAKAHASHI, Yoshihiro TOGASHI, and Yuzo TAKADA, and
are being used for the purposes of fan fiction. The author will not
make a profit off this work; it is of a recreational nature. The
author’s rights to all original characters are reserved.
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