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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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Ladies and gentlemen, today is a glorious day, for it�s the return of-The Beatles!
No, honestly I�m just using their song �Don�t let me down� for this here chappie,
as usual, I don�t own a thing(wish I owned this particular clip, but hey!)
Again another lengthy chapter, the plot thickens and-there�s a showdown between the Kaiba
brothers! o 0� Well, sort of.
So, without any further addo, read, enjoy and, if possible, review.
Btw, the
title roughly translates as �Hardship is the ladder to the stars� or
something(embarassed cough).

Arigatou
gozaimasu and ja ne!^^

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65. Per aspera
ad astra

�-not the
pointiff which is questionable, but this particular witness. Considering his
past and current relationship with Kaiba-san, I cannot stress out enough that
Jounouchi might have..let us say, confused certain files.�
The
district counselor gave his opposite a strange look.
�Even if
those facts would apply, your client would still be spoken guitly in at least
five of eight points. It�s not as if he were exactly innocent, if you are
attempting to plead on that-�
�Most
certainly not,� assured Tsukuba-san hastily, �my client is willed to take full
responsibility for his deterrents, but only for those which are undisputably
proven. What we are trying to achieve is to decimate Kawashiro Yuji�s duration
of imprisonment, that is all. All I am asking from you is to take
Jounouchi-san�s history in consideration when reopening my client�s case,
nothing more.�
Again, eyes
fought a silent war, then the counselor pinched the bridge of his nose in
irritation.
�Well, theorethically
I do not see too great a problem there, not from the judical point, anyway. Of
course, there is still the moral question. Besides, even if the judge decided
that the past-� he flipped through the files, searching for the exact date,
�-twenty month
in prison were sufficient, I have my doubts that your client would be able to
post bail.�
Tsukuba
frowned.
�What kind
of amount are we speaking of?�
There was a
short pause.
�Two-hundred
million Yen, not counting the court costs and fine.�
A broad
grin was flashed direction the district counselor.
�I doubt
there will be difficulties regarding that.�

Don�t let me down

Don�t let me down

Don�t let me down

Don�t let me down

Four times.
Four times in
a row he had tried to contact Katsuya, and each time the blond had cut him
short, excused himself being busy or simply hung up on him after giving him a
short hi-and-bye.
Snarling,
the brunet gripped the phone harder and hurled it against the opposite wall,
watching with grim satisfaction as it shattered into useless scrap.
There was a
polite knock from the door and, peeking in, Isono-san asked demurely:
�Sumimasen,
Kaiba-san, I suppose this might not be the best of times, but I brought the
weekly report and-�
�No, it�s
alright, at least this way I got something to distract me from.�
Semi-automatically
inspecting the various files, every so often shooting his assistant a question
this one answered with little to no difficulties, Seto made sure that every
file was accurately signed and stamped, when he noticed something out of order.
�What is
this? A request to the Ministry of Financial Orders for insight on Guntai�s
refound and councourse history? I never-�
His eyes
fell on the small, red letter at the bottom of the sheet.
�Actually,
Mokuba-san did, Kaiba-san, and since he is vice-president, I thought the both
of you had agreed on ..that��
Obviously
not, concluded Isono, gulping at the hard glare his employer shot him.
�I want my
brother to report to my office the very second he is out of school,
wakarimashita?�
�Ha-hai,
Kaiba-sama.�

Nobody ever loved me like he does

Ooh, he does. Yes, he does

And if somebody loved me

Like he do me

Ooh he do me. Yes, he does

He knocked
politely and entered the darkened room.
�You wanted
to see me, nii-san?�
Sitting
behind his desk, face half-way obscured by his right hand, Seto growled:
�I did.�
He grabbed
a file from his desk and, tossing it at his brother, who caught it reflexively,
snarled.
�Would you
care explaining this to me? When did you start handing out requests to
the government without my permission or knowledge? Being vice-president does
not give you the right to override me!�
Blue-grey
eyes, unwavering and serious, held raging azure ones.
Then Mokuba
stepped closer and asked back:
�If I had
asked you, would you have said yes?�
His brother
sneered.
�Certainly
not!�
�Then my
decision was right. Listen, Seto, I know you don�t want to hear it, but you�re
about to charge headalong into a trap! Even Katsuya could see it, but you
wouldn�t listen to either of us, so he asked me for my support. Jou is officaly
working on your project, while at the same time trying to reveal whatever
Guntai Enterprises is trying to hide. His assignment comes directly from me,
and he is to report to no one else, unless you would like to be informed
aswell-�
�That is
beside the point, Mokuba. Fact is that you and Katsuya went behind my back and
that you misused your position to hand out commissions and schedules without
requesting me!�
�Do you
think I liked doing that? Do you think Katsuya was happy when he called me and
asked me to help him help you? He possibly would have rather cut off his right
hand if he could have avoided it, but it�s the only way we can help you!�
�Don�t you dare
use that tone with me, otouto! If you wanted to aid me, you would be
negotiating with Guntai�s lawyers about the details of the contract, not
sniffing around in their financial records!� roared Seto.
Mokuba was
just about ready to explode.
Forcing himself
to remain calm, he ground out past clenched teeth:
�Seto, for
kami�s sake, if you can�t trust the two people who love and care the most about
you, whom else then?�
Love�
The word
brought back a snippet, a memory.
Reclaiming
his seat, the brunet asked darkly:
�Speaking
of which..exactly how close are you and Katsuya anyway?�
Ok, that
was unexpected.
Blinking,
Mokuba tried to sort his thoughts, before replying:
�Well, he
is my giri no ani and, aside of you, the closest thing to a family I got.�
�I see.�
Crossing
his arms, Seto turned his gaze skywards.
�So,
basically, his feelings for him are the same as you have for me, ne?�
Baffled,
the younger Kaiba just stared at his brother, before snapping his mouth closed.
He could
see where this was going.
Smirking,
Mokuba confessed:
�If you�re
asking me if I love him, then my answer is yes. Yes, I love him, the same way
and almost as dearly as I do you.�
Blue orbs
were trained on him.
�Do you
want to know why?�
The
expectant silence was answer enough, so the raven-haired teen continued:
�Because he
cares for you. Katsuya is totally devoted to you, he will raise heaven and hell
just to keep you save, even if it means loosing your trust and love. He would
probably kill for you if you asked him to, and I know for sure that he would
murder everyone who dares to harm you in any way possible.�
Letting his
orbs wander unseeing over the desk, he mumbled:
�Sometimes,
when he looks at you, he seems so-sad, as if he knew that he can�t keep you
forever, as if everything he tries is not enough for you, not enough to keep
you safe�and that thought hurts him.�
Seto had
grown quiet throughout Mokuba�s declaration, his previously blazing eyes now
calm and shining with emotion.
�Katsuya
loves you with all his heart, nii-san. You�re the centre of his universe, just
as you are mine, though in different ways. That�s why he takes everything you
say and do so serious, because without you�I don�t know. Maybe he would
just-stop living, or something.�
For a
while, the kyoudai remained quiet, lost in the darkness and their own thoughts,
before Mokuba broke the silence.
�Do you
still need me?�
Sighing,
his ani shok his head.
�No, you�re
free to hop.�
Just as
Mokuba turned to leave the office, Seto rasped:
�Mokuba?�
�Yes?�
��Thank
you.�
He smiled,
as he opened the door and, walking out, whispered back:
�Do
itashimashite.�

Don�t let me down

Don�t let me down

Don�t let me down

Don�t let me down

Sitting in
the conference room, Seto let his gaze travel over the assembled men, his
attention only partly on their speeches of approval and agreement.
They were
already ten minutes into the seating and so far, there was neither hide nor
hair from Katsuya-
�Sumimasen
goizamasu, gentlemen, I know I am running late, but my tire found an oil leak
on the freeway and almost forced my car off the road. Kaiba-san, here are the
files you so urgently requested.�
Everybody
stared at the tall blond who had come barging into the room with but the
curtest of polite knocks and was now approaching the somewhat irate CEO.
Truth be
told, Katsuya looked par the worse; although his clothes were clean and freshly
ironed, they didn�t seem to fit, he had dark circles underneath his amber eyes,
which were burning with an almost feverish gleam, his cheeks were hollowed, he
sported a tree-days shade and his hair, though well-combed and neatly styled,
was brittle and looked as if it could have used a good wash.
Katsuya
came to stand before his husband/employer, bowed deeply and placed the thin
folder he carried on the desk before the brunet.
Bending
down, he whispered into Kaiba�s ear:
�Get rid of
them, before they get rid of you.�
With a nod
to the collective directors, he said:
�Gentlemen�
and was gone as fast as he had come.
�Dedicated
little associate you got there, Kaiba-san� commented one of the elder men
dryly.
The CEO,
who had thumbed through the report, gave a tight smirk.
�Yes, very
dedicated and effective indeed. And he just confirmed my suspicions.�
Closing the
folder, he announced:
�Gentlemen,
I am afraid that our fusion will not come to happen.�
Stunned
whispers and mumbles drifted through the air, until a man in a khaki blazer
asked:
�Sumimasen,
Kaiba-san, but I do not understand. We assumed, we had come to an agreement-�
�As I said,
my associate is rather effective. He has a talent to reveal...things people
rather not have found out.�
Turning to
his assistant, he ordered:
�Please
show Sanada-san, Komara-san and Ikeda-san to the roof, Isono.�
The three
men exchanged confused looks, even as Kaiba�s smirk grew colder.
�It�s
sixty-eight stories down, gentlemen. You had better brace yourselves for
impact.�

I�m in love for the first time

Don�t you know it�s going to last

It�s a love that lasts forever

It�s a love that has no past

Ikeda shot
from his seat.
�I beg your
pardon?!?�
Azure eyes
blazed in anger.
�Do you
really take me for so na�ve, that I would simply jump on your offer without
doing an extensive background research? Do you consider me that stupid,
Ikeda-san? If you do, then I suppose you do not mind explaining me as how come,
the last three companies who achieved a fusion with you went bankrupt? Or why
all their funds were written over to Guntai Enterprises? Which, as my sources
revealed, does not even exist? And has both Komara and Sanada-san as founding
members? Would you care to give me an explanation to all those questions,
Ikeda-sama?!?�
Throughout
Kaiba�s accusation, the director had grown paler and paler, even as his
business partners shifted uncomfortably in their seats.
Several
minutes, silence reigned the conference hall, all eyes trained on the
interrogated FEO, who had sunk back in his chair.
Raising,
Ikeda-san stumbled towards the door, muttering:
�I-I think,
I need some fresh air.�
Kaiba
nodded grimly.
�I assumed
as much.�
None of the
men assembled turned to look, when a shadow plummeted past the large windows
towards earth.

Don�t let me down

Don�t let me down

Don�t let me down

Don�t let me down

Letting the
smoke drift in the cold night air, Jou let the report pass his mind, aswell as
the few details he had let out.
Guntai
Enterprises had been on trial for benefactoring it�s peers, but been spoken
free for lack of proof, so far the report read.
What Jou
hadn�t mentioned, was that the crown-witness had drowned in his own pool,
another one had overdosed on cocaine and a third witness had been involved in a
car accident and been in a coma ever since.
And then
there was-
�Don�t you
know, smoking is bad for your health?�
Instead of
an answer, Katsuya drew another cigarette and lighted it at the butt from the
one clenched between his lips.
Seto
frowned.
His husband
only smoked when he was nervous, and considering the many stunts laying across
the porch, Jou was close to a nervous break-down.
Sighing,
Kaiba turned to gaze at the evening sky.
�They�re going
to jail. There is enough evidence to keep them behind bars for the next ten
years.�
Katsuya
snorted.
�Always
providing, they live that long.�
The CEO
nodded.
�Yakuza.�
Jou
shrugged.
Giving him
a sidelong glance, Seto queried:
�There was
no oil on that road, ne?�
Sniffling,
the blond took another cancer stick and lit it, before stating:
�Neither
did your brother die in an accident.�

And from the first time that
he really done me

Ooh he done me. He done me good

I guess nobody ever really done me

Ooh he done me

Like he done me. He done me good

Seto
whirled around.
�What?�
Katsuya
inhaled deeply, the amber of the cigarette casting an eerie glow on the blond�s
beautiful features, and mumbled:
�Noa. That
was no accident, it was a warning for your stepfather. The yakuza had tried to
get him to join and he refused. So they decided to hit him, where it hurt the
most. �
Seto
couldn�t draw his sight from the blond, the warm, orange light sharpening every
single line in Katsuya�s face, the normally golden eyes almost black with
worry.
�Guess, who
was the driver of the car that overrun Noa?�
Smoke
billowed around them, accenting the sad smile Jou gave him.
�Komara-san.�
The wind
picked up, blowing the mist away and cooling the nightly air.
And both
men knew, that all the cuddling in the world wouldn�t chase away the chill
running up their spines and settling in their hearts.
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Don�t let me down

Don�t let me down

Don�t let me down

Don�t let me down

��

Some of you
might be a little confused with the suicide concept I keep using in my story.
It is not unheard of that Japanese businessmen, who have failed and thusly
�dishonored� their company, commit suicide to restore their honor and take
responsibility for their actions.
Once again,
I�m sorry if I mixed up anything judical or marketing-related, I�m still no
lawyer or accountant, so don�t sue, onegai. =��=
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