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Small Favors	By : tethysnephthys Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5325 -:- 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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A.N.: I�m staying in the dorm this weekend, so I finally have a free moment to write. Heh, we�ll just pretend I don�t have any Spanish homework or a paper on Veelas to write until Sunday evening, OK? So, on with the story! I still do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.

The backseat of the limousine was silent. Seto sat with his arms around Mokuba; Jou sat beside Mokuba but a little apart. None of them were quite willing to admit that what had been done tem wem was not just some nightmare they had had. As long as they kept silent, they figured they could pretend that they were awake now and everything was OK. Mokuba especially.

For Seto, though, the nightmare was not over. Jou and Mokuba would be permanently scarred, yes, but if Seto did what he was told, they would be able to move on. Three months and two weeks . . . minus one. He tried to count the days in his head so he could chant them like a mantra. Only 104 days of --

It had not been violent. Jou had been the appetizer, devoured with ferocious hunger. They were slower with Seto, almost gentler. They took turns, one at a time, ordering him around. It was like he was a prostitute, not an unwilling victim. Not that he dared act in any other way. In a way, though, it was true. There were plenty of strippers and prostitutes forced to sell themselves to pay for their survival, or their children�s survival. Seto�s situation was not so different. A comforting thought, he mused, knowing it was not comforting at all but sad that such things were allowed to happen.

When Jou was let off in front of his apartment building, he walked away without a word. Seto waved half-heartedly before the door was shut, a sick feeling washing over him. Of course Jou would not want to see him anymore. This realization was somehow worse than nearly everything that had happened so far. It was like the end of the world. Nothing else mattered now. Jou was lost to him forever.

Seto held Mokuba tighter, his last reason for being. It was not much longer before the limousine stopped in front of their mansion and they were forced to move again. Seto kept an arm around Mokuba, who shuffled listlessly beside him, refusing to look up. The door closed behind them and the butler approached Seto anxiously.

�Are you quite all right, Mr. KaibPleaPlease forgive me for prying, but you do look dreadfully pale.�

�I�m fine,� Seto sighed. Time to face reality again. �Mokuba is not, though. Is there a doctor in this city especially known for respecting their patient�s privacy?�

�Yes, sir, I�ll have him called right away. Should I have the cooks fix breakfast now?�

Seto nodded. He was about to lead Mokuba to his bedroom when the butler spoke again.

�Before you leave, I have a message for you, sir. Mr. Toyoshima called and said that he would be staying at his Domino City residence for the next four months if you need to meet with him.�

�Thank you,� Seto murmured, purposefully ignoring the inquisitive look Mokuba was giving him. When they reached Mokuba�s room, the boy grabbed the nearest pencil and scrap of paper.

�What�s he doing here?� he wrote, shoving the paper in front of Seto�s face.

�Who do you mean?� Seto asked. Mokuba glared at him.

�Oh, Toyoshima?�

Mokuba nodded.

�Just business. Strictly business,� he said, a bit more shakily than he intended. Seto could tell that Mokuba did not believe him. �It�s nothing you need to worry about. Just go to bed. You need rest.�

Mokuba grabbed the paper back and wrote another message.

�Tell me!�

Seto turned away.

�I�ll send your breakfast up here when it�s done, and the doctor should be here soon. Go to bed now.�

He walked out, slammed the door shut, then rushed to his own room and locked the door before Mokuba could follow him.

*~*~*

Mokuba watched the new maid run crying from Seto�s office and sighed. He entered the office and took out his notepad and pencil.

�Fourth one this week. What happened this time?�

Seto turned his eyes away from the computer screen just long enough to read the note.

�She said I work too much and need to get out more. I don't think it's really any of her business what I do.�

�She was right.�

�It�s none of your business either. Shouldn't you be studying for something?�

�Summer break, Seto. And it is my business. Visit Jou.�

�He wouldn't want to see me. If I hadn�t told him about Toyoshima, Jou wouldn�t have -- -- wouldn�t have gotten in Toyoshima�s way. Besides, he�d have called by now.�

�Or maybe he thinks that you don�t want to see him, so he�s sitting at home all sad and lonely. He needs to be comforted.�

Mokuba smirked as he wrote this.

�No he doesn�t,� Seto growled. �He practically lives at Mutoh�s house now. Jou�s got all the comfort he needs.�

Mokuba rolled his eyes.

�I get it. You�re jealous.�

�I�m being realistic.�

�You�re being stupid. They�re just friends. Visit Jou. I bet he wants to talk to someone who understands.�

�Well maybe I don�t want to talk to him!� Seto shouted.

�Immature.�

Mokuba tore off the note and left it on Seto�s desk, then left the room. Seto glared at it for a moment before resuming his work. Of course he wanted to talk to Jou.

His last pleasant memories of Jou all all he had to hold on to sometimes. Seto hardly ever thought of the day that he told Jou about Toyoshima, though. Looking back, it almost seemed like he took advantage of Jou. Jou had seemed so uncertain, and even after he did agree to it, he hardly did anything. Even Toyoshima sometimes lavished more attention upon Seto than Jou had. It made Seto feel sick to think about it.

Jou had never even said he loved him, or liked him, or wanted him at all. He probably had not wanted him. Then, out of that stupid loyalty that had often gotten Jou in trouble before, he went and tried to fool one of the most vicious, powerful men in Japan. If Seto had not been so irresponsible and brought Jou into it, the whole thing would be done by now. Seto would have one bad memory of his first sexual experience to bury in the back of his mind forever, and no one else would be hurt. That was they way it should have been, and it was all Seto�s fault that it was not. So let Yugi have Jou; Seto did not deserve him.

Besides, Seto was not free to pursue a relationship now. He would not be free for another month, and he did not dare bring anyone else into his problems, now. He had learned from his mistakes. The more he kept to himself, the better. And that was the way it was supposed to be.

*~*~*

�You should visit him, Jou.�

Jou sighed. He wished Yugi would not bring it up again.

�He doesn�t want me to visit. I ruined everything.�

Yugi patted his shoulder.

�No, you had good intentions. That cruel man deserves all the blame. You�re just letting him win if you allow this to ruin your friendship with Seto.�

Jou nodded. Yugi grabbed Jou�s face and looked into his eyes.

�I mean it, Jou! Stop doing this to yourself, and stop doing this to Seto! He�s everse rse off than you. At least you�ve got friends; Seto only has Mokuba, and who knows if he really wants to talk to his little brother about something like this. He needs you.�

�I . . . I don�t know, Yugi. I don�t know.�

Jou leaned back on Yugi�s couch and closed his eyes.

�Fine, just drown yourself in misery. I have to go meet Anzu now.�&#P> He got up and walked towards the door.

�You think about what I said, though, all right Jou? Just go visit him. The worst he can do is turn you away, and even that�s not so much worse than what you�re doing to yourself now, is it? At least then you�ll be able to move on.�

Jou waited until the door was shut to mutter a reply.

�I don�t want to move on. I just want Seto.�
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