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Stinging Beauty	By : Fel5 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16923 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 74
- 75
- 76
Two chapters in a row, as the plot returns and thickens. Also, * stands for past happenings.
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75.Insinuated gamble

„Sit!“
„What-“
„Sit!“
„Honey, I-“
„Sit. Down!“ roared the blond.
Kaiba Seto was not one to be easily intimidated.
If anything, he was the very picture of intimidation.
Yet, when faced with his ottou's blazing eyes, heaving chest, furious glare and ill-contained rage, which snapped and twisted and whirled around him like wisps of crackling heat and liquid fire, he knew better than to not oblige.
It was not the worry that Katsuya might be switching rooms if they couldn't settle their arguement, or he would 'put him on hold'(the thought alone made Seto's cock twitch in despair), but the fact that Seto was really, truly afraid of his husband, when he was in this state of mind.
He had only seen it three times, so far: the first time in high school(for which he was ultimately grateful, since it had lead up to them falling in love), the second time when Katsuya's father's case had been reopened(the punching bag had to be replaced twice, afterwards), and a couple of months prior, when some dimwitted ex-Kaiba Corp employees-turned-rivaling-company's-lackeys had ambushed them one night at their private helilaunch.
*Katsuya heads for the restroom, as they walk towards their limo, even as the ground crew takes the chopper through stand-by maintenance. Someone shouts an order; Seto glances over his shoulder...
A flash of lightning, as the grenade goes off; a salve fom a machine gun and Seto's right leg gives out.
He tumbles, seeing Isono and his three bodyguards hit the ground none too gently, mere shilouettes, papercut figurines piercing the glaring brightness rendering his eyes almost useless.
Mokuba is the last man standing; his self-defence training kicking in despite not being able to see clearly.
They rush him- five in total- and Mokuba gives back in kind, not caring what or who he hits.
And suddenly, a pained cry; mace stinging is already over-sensitive eyes. Yet, he recovers fast and deals out another punch -and his arm gets caught.
He growls -and gets his arm twisted until the bone snaps.
Mokuba yelps in pain -and is echoed by a roar of truculency.
Katsuya, a bird of prey, a beast of vengeance, is airborne; like the sphinx of legends he hurls himself at his enemies and smashes his fist into the face of Mokuba's captor.
Bone breaks and cartilge bends; the nemesis drops like a bag of rocks. A flurry of red as the teen is being pushed to land upon his ani's semi-prone body, the blond using his momentum to connect his heel with the temple of the second attacker.
Two out, the other three trying to salvage what they can, but by now two of the bodyguards as well as Seto have recovered enough to tilt the struggle in their favour.
But it is of little consequence, for the blond has turned the battlefield into his very own killing grounds; his punches are hard, the kicks devastating, his stabs almost pin-point accurate.
Blood stains his white shirt, but little of it is his.
There his a tear in his black dress pants, but the knife goes flying uselessly across the scene.
His hair, a curtain of golden whisps, creates diversion and adds an eerie elegance to the encounter.
Darker stains on his red jacket; its fluttering motions making the fight look almost festive; a macabre dance of carnage and wrath conducted by a being driven by possessiveness and vengeance.
And Seto sobs mutely, knowing that this beautous, terrifying, sanguinary creature is his and his alone to command and love, for he is its given master and mate .
Everything wraps up quickly after this; in under two hours Isono and one of the bodyguards are in surgery; the others, already going through sedation, are waiting for the next scrub room of the Kaiba Corp clinic to clear.
Mokuba's broken arm is almost textbook basic; the fracture a simple, clean split which doesn't even require a cast. His eyes are rinsed and cleansed to avoid residual damage.
Seto scowls, as the bullet slips out his calve with little resistance; he despises scars but is happy the wounding is comparably minimal.
And Katsuya merely stands there, overseeing his family's treatments, a dirty, bloodied, wounded, wary sentry who's eyes never leave the kyoudai out of his sight.
Kaiba Corp security are handling their attackers.
Gloves off.*
„What were you thinking?“
Snapped back into the present, Seto found his husband deep within his personal space. He swallowed, trying to fight the lust sparking at how delectably depraved the blond looked, anger still rolling through his veins and darkening the golden eyes, blond mane curtaining his shoulders and framing the hard set of his jaw.
„Don't even think you can fuck your way out of this one, sweetie“, drawled the blond in a grumbling whisper.
The thought had crossed Seto's head(no, the other head), but he was self-preservative enough to lay low.
Clearing his throat, he said,
„Gomen, aibou, I know I should have asked you-“
Being grabbed by his lapels, pulled out of his chair to be slammed back-down on the table and half-ways straddled by Katsuya was one thing.
He huffed to catch his breath, the blond still clutching his shirt.
For a while, they remained like this; silent, mute dialog passing between them, then Katsuya rasped,
„Honto de? Ishimizu Incorprated? Of all the companies who build bulk custom polarizers, you had to go with them? Are you even reading the papers anymore, Seto? Do we have to go through this again?“
Sighing, the CEO replied,
„I know they got a lot of bad press and an even worse reputation, but their products are flawless, so far. Besides, it's not as if-“
„Seto. One of their main shareholders is Tsukuba Eito. Name ring a bell?“
Frowning, the brunet stated,
„Tsukuba Eito; age 59, younger brother of Tsukuba Kiyoshi, age 62; former vice-president and founding member of the recently abolished GuntaiEnterprises.“
Jou stared at him for a moment, then dropped and shook his head.
„You are a control freak, Seto. And don't even get me started on keeping your enemies closer. This is...“
„Wrong. I know. That's why I didn't say anything to you or Mokuba.“
Seto's gaze turned to the ceiling.
„I -we got a mole. A good one. And they told me, something is going on. Something beyond the numbers and contracts and transfers. Something..personal. And then there's the..district attorney.“
Katsuya blinked.
„What's he go to do with anything?“ he frowned.
His husband scowled.
„According to him -strictly off-protocol, of course- Tsukuba Eito paid two hundred million Yen bail to have a certain..Kawashiro Yuji set free.“
„So?“
Seto gave him an unreadable look.
„Kawashiro Yuji just so happened to be the former right hand of one of my stepfather's Big Five. Oshita Konosuke, to be precise.“
All the pent-up anger dissipated from Katsuya, who, straigthening himself, turned and ran a hand through his golden tresses.
„You've got to be kidding me.“
Rising from his prone position on the table, Seto readjusted his clothes and replied,
„Actually, he had almost taken the fall a couple of years prior to me becoming president, but somehow he managed to weasle out of the embezzlement charge. Needless to say, with the Big Five
gone, so was the protective hand covering his transgressions.“
Katsuya crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“You could have just told us so.“
Seto shook his head.
„Ie, hayasugiru+. Nothing's confirmed, everything's just rumours and hear-say.“
The stood quietly for a moment, leaning against the table. Finally, Katsuya broke the silence.
„Ja, where's Kawashiro now?“
He knew the answer before Seto opened his mouth, by the way his husband drew a shaky breath.
„Good question.“
„-on a different note, there has been a riot at Domino Prefectural State Penitantiary. Though no details about the why have been disclosed, the police reported one or several severely wounded inmates. News at Nine.“
“Damn, they really pulled a number on him!“
„Yeah, too bad. Had a decent mug, too.“
„Can't really argue with that. Think they'll be able to fix him up?“
„You serious? Magamoto practically smashed his tray to splinters on his face.“
„Ja, there goes the rest of his visiting days...“
„As they were. The guy's on death row.“
„Shikei? Well, guess that explains why he doesn't give a fuck.“
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This is one of the most crucial chapters responsible for the years-long hiatus. I just couldn't figure out how to tie the rest of the story with the end. Needless to say, with one of several milestones behind me, the updates should be somewhat more frequent.

+hayasugiru: too early
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