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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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Gaah, gomen, but I�ve been so busy working that my muses decided to take trip to Micronesia-I
don�t even want to know, why.
This chapter focuses a little more on the plot; again I have been tweaking Japanese laws to my liking and-well, read for yourself. And I still don�t own a singlething, not even a Jounouchi poster�
Ja ne, and remember to review, arigato!^^

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62.Buttered Rum and bloodied thoughts

Soft, baby-blue eyes blinked repeatedly, before their owner decided to lift his gold-rimmed
glasses and remove the annoying lash. Once the hair had been removed, he readjusted his seeing aid and asked:
�Well?�
�The bait has been laid.�
For a second, there was a cold, hard spark in the otherwise gentle orbs, but it faded as fast as it had come.
�Excellent. Now all we have to do is lean back and wait.�

Mokuba was, though technologically not as versatile as Seto, business-wise more than a
match for his elder brother.
His latest
coup while the CEO�s absence had been to steal away Atsumi Enterprises� entire
creative team(including Jou) and bring Meisei under Kaiba Corp�s headmastership
in one fell swoop.
With a
confidence almost akin to instinct, the ebon-tressed teen managed to steer the
company past even the most hazardous financial turmoils, earning himself not
only the entire council�s respect, but actually a kiss on the forehead from his
nii-san, when this one returned from his travel and heard the good news.
From that
day on, Mokuba made sure to have Katsuya tell Seto about his newest
accomplishments�

It was a
rare thing to happen, but every so often, it did:
With enough
force to rattle the hinges, the door to the master bedroom was slammed closed,
the low thunder rumbling through the entire house.
All through
the mansion, employees peeked out of the various rooms, wondering which one of
the two young men might possibly be throwing a tantrum.

He found
him in the gym, hitting the punching bag with a force and accuracy that was
less impressive than scary.
One look at
his husband�s face told him to wait until this one had vented his anger.
Finally,
this one gave the bag one last, devastating left hook, then dropped his fists.
Crossing
his arms, the other man queried timidly:
�Care to
tell me what has you so set up, Katsuya?�
Unwantingly,
Seto flinched when the blond merely turned his head and stared him down with
orbs that were almost black with rage.
Breaking
eye contact, Katsuya snarled:
�I got a
letter from Fukuda-san today.�
Seto
furrowed his brow in confusion, before his brain made the needed connection.
�Hai?�
Katsuya
drew a deep breath and muttered:
�Obviously
somebody pulled a couple of strings and now they want to reopen my father�s
case and try to get him free for lack of proof and withholding of vital evidence
classifying him as overwrought, alcoholic, but loving father.�
�What?!?�
roared the brunet, not believing his ears.
Lovinglang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'> father? He clearly remembered the
twelve stitches adorning Katsuya�s bruised abdomen aswell as the burnmarks and
cuts all over this one�s arms and neck.
Had he not
himself gotten the tweazers to remove a remaining glass shard the doctors had
missed from the blond�s right wrist?
And now
someone was crazy enough to try to bail this..monster out?
Before Seto
could utter his protest, Katsuya added:
�The
worsest thing is, they got an ace card up their sleeve and are going to use it
to convince the jury that I was the one who started the fight and that otou-san
was merely defending himself.�
Azure
flashed in anger.
�Who the
hell would believe such humbug? What kind of facts do they have to make such
a claim?�
Katsuya
closed his eyes and, resting his head against the punching bag, rasped in a
broken voice:
�My
criminal record.�

They all
came to the hearing: Honda, Katsuya, Seto, Fukuda-san, the med team who had
retrieved and saved the blond, various teachers, ex-employers and-several of
his former gang members.
And then
his father entered the room, taking wobbly steps and slumping his broad
shoulders.
Katsuya
wasn�t fooled by neither the ashen complexion, sunken-in eyes and hollow cheeks
nor the heart-broken look on the elder Jounouchi�s face.
His father
had always been good at gaining people�s pity, and this time was no exceptance.

One by one,
the witnesses made their statements, revealing things of both the Jounouchi�s
pasts this ones would have rather left buried and forgotten.
Naturally,
the jury gasped in shock and disgust when they learned about Katsuya�s street
name and life.
Forgery,
burglary, vandalism, rape, drug dealing, underage drinking, speeding, driving
without license, multiple points of felonious assault�the list was almost
endless.
His
father�s was almost identical; in addition to child abuse, attempted armed
robbery and resisting arrest, illegal owning of a handfire weapon and car
thefth, Jounouchi-san had obviously also been embezzling money for his former
employer, a certain bank director who had comitted suicide after being found
out.
This had
been the event which had brought an abrupt end to the elder Jounouchi�s career and
torn the family apart, seeing as his wife had not been willed to spend her life
with a man who was both dishonored and unemployed.
It was not
an easy decision, neither for the jury nor the judge, it took them nigh on
eight hours to weigh out the facts and compare statements, and every single
minute was pure torture for the blond.
Finally,
the sentence was declared: Jounouchi-san senior was not to be set free, but his
imprisonment was cut down to twelve years, including those he had already spent
in jail. Plus, he had to pay for the entire court costs, along with a fine of
eight-hundred thousand Yen.
Katsuya
didn�t feel any relief, only bitterness and hatred.
He had not
been able to look his father in the eye, not because he was afraid of what he
might see there, but because he hadn�t trusted himself enough not to loose his
inhibitions and beat the elder man into a bloody pulp.

�Aibou?�
His husband
didn�t answer, only lay there, gazing unseeing at the ceiling above them.
�Katsuya?�
whispered Seto quietly, and this time his voice cut through the other man�s
thoughts.
Closing his
eyes, the blond croaked:
�I wish he
would die. I have never wished for someone else�s death in my life, but I wish
he would drop dead.�
Tears
trickled down his cheeks, and Katsuya cried, silently, soundlessly, even as
Seto pulled him close and held him in a tight embrace until the sun rose in the
east.

�Well?�
Katsuya
sweatdropped, trying very hard not to vomit at the sight.
The room
was the very definition of cute:
White walls
were adorned with green and purple flowers and speckled with bees and
butterflies. In one corner, next to the door, the crib stood on wheels,
allowing it to be gently pushed back and forth, giving the tiny bed a gentle,
rocking motion.
Looking
down, one found the light-brown floor freckled with images of tiny vehicles and
several throw-rugs matching the white, purple-rimmed curtains with the
sunflower print.
A beautiful
sky was painted on the ceiling, displaying the various shades of sunrise over
the warm blue of a summer�s day to the darkness of a starry winter night.
And-plush
DuelMonsters.
There were
so many of them, Katsuya had the impression a pet zoo had gone loose in the
small chamber, and for a moment, he felt the necks on his hair standing up
straight, when he noticed a particularly sweet-looking Chimera staring straight
at him with glassy eyes.
He gulped
and, clenching his teeth, muttered:
�Nice.
You..did this all yourself?�
�Hai,�
chirped Shizuka, the first traces of her pregnancy visible on her face and
underneath her loose-fitting sweatshirt.
�Since both
Honda and I agreed we want the child�s gender to remain a surprise until it is
born, we designed the room so that it would fit either a boy or girl. I bet
giri no ani would like it too, ne?�
Katsuya
sweatdropped, knowing for sure that Seto would have ran screaming, when faced
with the abominable BEWD Toon plushie�

style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>��
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>lol!^^
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>I admit, each time I see Kaiba faced with the
stupid toon dragon, I think �this time he surely is going to get a stroke,
hehehee..�
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Then again, it does look and act
ridiculous, even for a toon�
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>
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