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Stinging Beauty	By : Fel5 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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*prostrates herself before her readers* I'm sorry, there is no excuse for having you guys waiting for such an absurd length of time. Well, actually there is; aside of that I lost my steady job, worked several crappy ones in between, almost suffered a nervous breakdown due to an overly possessive ex-boyfriend, moved from my spacious two-rooms flat into a tiny cellar hole and have just begun my second apprenticeship. So yeah, I've been busy, thank you.
*clears throat* Well then, my dears, as the title already says, we have come full circle and are right back at the beginning. For those who don't remember, please grab your hankies and huggies before taking a stroll down memory line with me, as we recapitulate the incident, that began it all. Enjoy -as it were- and please review, arigatou.^^ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
71. Full circle

Hatred.
There was nothing else left.
It filled his entire being, poisoned his mind, raced with every beat of his heart further through his mind and oozed from every single pore of his body.
Even his friends, most of all Honda, shied away from him but he couldn’t care less.
All through school, everywhere he went, pupils and teachers alike stepped aside when they saw him approach, the burning rage within surrounding him like a cloak made out of pure darkness.
“Ja, what’s the matter? Did the puppy lose his bone?”
A grating noise pierced through his haze, but he chose to ignore it. His father was going to pay for what he had done!
Sitting through calculus was almost too much to bear for Jou. He pressed the pencil with such force upon the pages, the paper more than once broke and tore. The teacher gave him several annoyed glances, but decided not to comment on the topic. Her words would have fallen on deaf ears, anyway.
Far too caught up in his rage and thoughts of revenge, Jounouchi had successfully managed to tune out the entire world, save for one single person: Kaiba Seto.
The brunet, not used to seeing the blond seeth quietly over such an extended period of time, couldn’t help his curiousity.
Again and again, he verbally attacked his schoolmate; sending off-handed comments, gentle stabs or painful insults towards Jou, checking for his reactions –or lack thereoff.
It fascinated him, in a sick, sordid way, to find out how far he could push Jounouchi, until this one lashed out.
Or broke.
Kaiba felt a twisted thrill at this game, in many ways it reminded him of prodding a caged tiger with a stick. The CEO would come to learn in the most painful of ways, that the lock to the beast’s prison had been breached.

Not today, not ever again.
Jounouchi glared a the faded white-ish tiles before him, as he pulled down the zipper and relieved himself. He was sick and tired of being pushed and cheated and used and abused and-
“My, my, what do we have there? Well, considering your size, it’s natural that your brain cells lack the needed bloo-“
His hand moved before he even realized it; and the solid thud let Jounouchi know that he had, if not broken, at least seriously bruised Kaiba’s jaw and temple. The release, which followed this conclusion, triggered a bloodlust unlike any he had ever known.
Old, long buried habits rearose, as his body took control and followed supressed patterns. He could sense Kaiba’s confusion and pain and it gave him a rush of power, knowing that he had his arch-rival at a disadvantage.
Somewhere in the back of his head a voice began to shout at him, that he was about to break the vow, his word, the promise he gave Hiroto, but Jou was too far gone to stop. Slamming the door of the cabin he had practically thrown Kaiba into shut behind him, Jou grabbed the CEO and rammed the brunet’s face against the dirty wall before hurling him back against the stained wood.
Deft fingers tried and opened the brunet’s belt and zipper, Jou’s other hand entangled in this one’s silky strands. The limb swiftly moved and obstructed Kaiba’s airpipe;when the other teen began to struggle and defend himself, the blond rained a dozen or so quick, sharp blows on every exposed weak point he could detect, even as Kaiba’s pants and boxers ceased their duty and left him standing there, naked and vulnerable.
Jounouchi could feel his blood pumping through his veins, like rivers of liquid fire, and taste the fear and loathing of the taller boy, as he slickened one finger with spit and pushed it into Kaiba’s most intimate opening with little care.
The blond growled out his hatred for Kaiba, taking his revenge in blood, never paying heed to his rival’s pleas for merci, as he forced himself into the tight orifice and began pumping in and out like a madman. The CEO screamed in agony and defeat, as Jou drove into him again and again. It made the shorter one feel strong, invulnerable, dominant, just like-
‘Now you’re just like your father', whispered the little voice in the back of his head.
But he was too far gone, pushing too hard, to stop now.
“Why..why are you doing this to me?”
Kaiba’s voice was but a sob, and Jou choked on his words; tears burning in the corners of his eyes. He rested his forehead on the cotton-clad shoulder before him and rasped:
“Why..why do you make me do it?”
He would never know, if he spoke to Kaiba or himself; but something inside his heart clenched and twisted, as he kept on assaulting the brunet over and over.
And then he came, and the triumph was so overwhelming in its tragedy, that Jou almost lost his mind. For a few precious seconds he stood there behind, inside his victim, grasping with all he could still call himself onto the verge of sanity and clawing his way back out of the pit of madness.
The red curtain fell from his eyes and he pulled out of Kaiba as if burned. Tucking his still leaking penis back into his pants, he watched the CEO cower on the floor in a heap. A bitter taste turned Jou’s mouth putrid, and for a second he felt that terrible, dark side of himself again, roaring out its victory and need. A deep, twisted, foul desire for Kaiba’s body overwhelmed him and he almost took a flying leap out of the cabin, snarling:
“Final warning: don’t ever come near me again.”
With that, he all but ran from the washroom and into the next empty classroom he could find. There, he bowed over the sink and threw up everything he had eaten the past two days.
Finally, after what seemed like ages but had barely been two minutes, his stomach was as empty as his heart full. Guilt, shame, anger, remorse, nausea, self-hatred, loss… Jounouchi huddled in a corner of the abandoned classroom, wrapped his arms around himself and cried.
He had run away from his gang, his times on the street, but the time for running was over.
Because there was nowhere Katsuya could run from himself.

The tiles were cold, but nowhere as cold as Kaiba’s fingers.
Dazedly, he stared at the toilet bowl, tears meandering over his pale, bruised cheeks to collect beneath his left jaw and seep into the collar.
His whole budy hurt, except for his bottom, which was mercifully numb.
He could fell the blood caking up, the semen of his nemesis drying on his buttocks, but it only dimly registered in Kaiba’s brain.
After all this time, after finally having gotten rid of his abusive, tyrant stepfather, it had happened to him again? And none other than the mutt had been his rapist.
The scuffing sound of footsteps drew closer, lingered before the main door, and the brunet decided to at least get into an upright position. However, easier said than done; his body refused to follow his orders and it was by sheer will Kaiba finally managed to get himself into a sitting position.
That was when he finally noticed the amount of blood beneath him, and then the pain kicked in. He had to bite his own hand safe he just threw his head back and wailed like a damned soul, tears flowing freely and amply, as the brunet rocked back and forth.
At some point, the hurt ebbed off and he was…emtpy.
Not relieved, not cautious, panicked or vengeful, just empty.
Kaiba decided then and there that he would never ever forgive Jounouchi what he had done to him. Even if hell froze over or the blond gave his life for him, it did not matter to him anymore.
Kaiba Seto had banished all remnant traces of merci and forgiveness from his heart and mind. Forever.

“And..have you ever forgiven him?” breathed Mokuba; his mind still swirling with the revelation, tears pricking slate-blue orbs. Seto’s own azure eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
“No.”
“No?”
“No, I have not forgiven Katsuya for what he has done. I can not forgive him. Not as long as he has not forgiven himself.”
He gazed at his husband, who had turned to look out the window, hiding his face from the two brothers.
Minutes ticked by in silence, then Katsuya mumbled:
“How can I forgive myself for hurting the person I love the most? Never mind if it happened before I found you to be my perfect match, my soulmate-“
He shook his head vividly, as if waking from a bad dream.
“I crossed a line and broke a vow –my vow –to never resort to such..methods again. And yet, just because I was too much of a coward to step up to my father, I went and lashed out at Seto…” Turning and steeeping closer, he drove one calloused hand gently, adoringly over the brunet’s cheek, wiping a stray lash away and letting the warmth seep into his skin.
“Aibou, the one thing greater than your mind his your heart, and I love both of them.”
Katsuya leaned down, kissed the CEO’s eyelids, temples and brow, whispering:
“How can I ever forgive myself for hurting the one person who is most precious to me? How can I ask forgiveness when I have comitted such a crime, such suffer-“
Seto took the hand resting on his face and buried a chaste kiss in its palm, before locking eyes with his husband.
“Because without it, we would not be here. Without your –trespassing, we would have never get to know and love each other. And I would have become the cold, embittered, lonely man-machine people used to take me for. Without that crime, I would have never learned to look deeper..or to love you.”
Katsuya’s breath hitched, and Seto pulled him closer ever so nicely.
“Let go, Katsuya. If not for yourself, then for me. If you love me as much as you say, put it behind you. I know I have.”
Everything around them ceased to exist, as Jou fought to escape the dephts of guilt, remorse and self-hatred.
Mute, choked sobs bubbled deep within his chest, golden eyes wide and tear-brimmed.
Seto smiled; a tender, soft smile that made his eyes sparkle like sunlight caught on the ocean waves that broke the remaining treshold of Katsuya’s heart.
“Onegai, Katsu-chan. Let go. For me.”
And he did.
Sinking into his husband’s embrace, one Jounouchi Katsuya finally closed the last page on the dark chapter that used to be his past and was ready to face the future without any lingering doubts.

The large pinewood doors closed discreetly behind him, as Mokuba left the couple to welcome their second spring.

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*keels over dead* That was excruciating. I meant to keep it short and to the point; but somehow, I ended up giving it a mirror point of view. Still, I hope you liked it, and no, I will not take another four years to update -well, at least not if RL doesn't decide to kill all my YGO-plotbunnies with another CSI-virus..!^^'
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