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Killing It Away	By : KitsuneHashiba Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1923 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Killing It Away
Kitsune Hashiba
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Summary: Jounouchi's finally been liberated from his father, only to find himself slipping into a painful depression of the likes he had never experienced before... only one person seems to understand... and help. Really help, I mean.
Disclaimer: YGO ain't mine. 'nuff said.
Songs to listen to while reading: Well, hrm... I suggest either NIN's "Hurt" or Evanescence's "Tourniquet". 'Specially the second one.
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Pain. But I'm used to the pain. Blood. I'm used to that too. But Kaiba? I don't know if I'll ever get used to that... thing.
He's a robot, I swear he is. Up at exactly five-thirty every morning, exactly timed schedule throughout the day, asleep at two in the morning.
Maybe I should explain a bit.
It wasn't to long ago, that Honda found that my dad was not only a drunk... he was abusive too. I guess you could say that's where it all started. It started a chain reaction which led to my dad's arrest and eventual imprisonment for around ten years.
Impersonal? What do you mean?
Oh. That. Well that's because I don't care.
Just shut up so I can get on with the story. I've got to be back at six-thirty for dinner or he'll probably kill me. Or something.
I guess I should elaborate more though. So you get the whole idea of how I ended up like this, right?
Right. You know that chair is starting to stare at me. You psychos and your leather chairs.
Oh. Yeah, used to make mistakes like that back when I was younger too. Alright then, you psychiatrists and your leather chairs.
Better?
My mom left us to fend for ourselves, me and my dad. Not too surprising considering the way he is. I found out later why she didn't take me with her though. But enough about that for now.
So of course, like any other idiot in his situation instead of trying to get her back or something, he became kind of depressed of sorts. And you of all people should know that everyone has their own way of dealing with depression. Of course you do.
My dad turned to drinking. I suppose it would've been better, on him and on me, if he hadn't been a angry drunk. After all, I know for a fact that when Kaiba's drunk it consists of him staring quietly at an object in the room until he passes out. Of course, if his unconsciousness ever picks the computer, there wouldn't be much of a difference now would there?
Then there's people like Yugi and Yami. They're the happy type of drunks. When they get drunk, it's like school declared a day off. They're jumping around like little monkeys, up the walls and down them again. Honda... well, honestly, he can't handle more than even a couple drinks before he's out like a light so it's kinda hard to tell... Anzu on the other hand.... damn she's got a nasty right hook. And you can't leave out Ryou and Bakura. When they're drunk, it gets interesting. One of me and Honda's favorite pastimes is getting their secrets out of them by spiking their drinks. Wordy drunks, both of them.
Me?
I tend to be a quiet drunk.
Surprised? You should be. Touya-kun says I don't even talk, it's like I'm a mute or something.
Huh?
Oh, you don't know of him, do you? Thought I told you already... He's the bartender at this local joint I like to go to. "Odds and Ends" or something like that. Good prices, great music, and all the drinks are half off for me cause my father goes there so often. Or so he says.
Then again, he also said I'd get myself a nice bride, and that I'd be gay. Dunno how that came out though. I might have been drunk at the time.
Yeah. Well, back to the story...
Being the drunk that he is, my father wasn't one to cross when he was intoxilated. Y-
Eh?
Oh. Yeah, I know it's actually intoxicated. Don't care though. Toe-may-toe, toe-mah-toe. Car-mail, Care-a-mail. Doesn't really matter as long as the message gets through, right?
Whatever.
So anyways, when my dad was drunk, you stayed out of his way. Locked yourself in the closet or something. Of course, I'm not the type of guy to just stand by and take things like that. So instead of hiding, I just kind of stood there.
The whole truth? No such thing.
....
Alright, if you have to know. Honestly, I just wanted to beat the shit out of him. But I couldn't. Not only because he was stronger than me for one.
He was my father.
I don't know what that means to whatever religion you might happen to be, but in my book, it's one of the most basic principles around.
Honor thy father.
Too bad thod nod never thought of an honor thy children commandment, right? Figures he'd skip over something like that.
So I couldn't hit him back. It was law, and I wasn't about to break it just to see him sporting a black eye. Or two.
Huh? Oh, really? ...That went by fast.
Same time tomorrow then? I'd better get going. Later.
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It was cold, frigid even. He held it against his flesh, pale peach seeming to almost match the glint of white off the metal blade.
He paused in his actions, as if fearing, longing for even as he feared, the moment that the knife would cut through, sending waves of his own life tumbling over his arm and staining the light blue carpeting.
"Aw, shit. Now I feel guilty." After all, he knew from first hand experience that blood didn't come out easily. Especially not from carpet.
Rising from the floor, he dusted himself off a bit before heading into the bathroom instead...
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Hey again.
Yeah, so where were we last time?
Right.
I
I kinda just accepted it I guess. I figured I just wouldn't invite my friends over as often as I used to, not that I had many, but yeah, it's the thought that counts.
Honda was my first real bud. We looked out for each other, and that's more than I can say for the people in the gang I was in when I was younger. Man those were some sweet times, even some of the high school gangs were afraid of us. Pretty damn cool.
Honda'd come over once during middle school, and we'd hung out for a bit at my place. I'd been hesitant at first, but he kept asking day after day until I accidentally said yes... Hadn't really been listening at the time, but it saved me a lot of trouble in the long run.
My dad came home drunk, not that that was unusual or anything, but I hadn't told Honda that before. Anyways, so he comes in, dead drunk supported only by this blonde bimbo who's wearing close to nothing. It was kinda funny actually, watching Honda's eyes widening to the size of dinner plates at that... Pops took one look at us and yelled for us to get the hell out of his house. Actually his exact words were: "Why the fuck you home, boy? Don't cha gots somewhere else to go? Fuck off!" No biggie for me, but Honda ran out of there like the devil was after his soul. We just kind of walked around in my neighborhood for a bit, Honda looking ready to pee in his pants while I waved to all the drug dealers and whores that I knew in the area. I don't think he even considered the possibility back then, thought that the worst I'd had it was being outside for little while before I headed home and let myself in. Course, he couldn't have known the whole truth because he left for home when the sun started going down. He stopped asking, and never came over again.
Well, almost never.
That n was was a bad one I'll admit. Report card day. Needless to say, my dad wasn't to happy with my usual Cs and Ds. Not that I'm stupid you know, took an IQ test a while back that said I was a fucking genius. Can you imagine that? I guess it was just because I didn't really bother trying. No point really, I figured I was gonna end up just like my dad anyways, the way I was going.
Except for the fact that I didn't care to drink much after I saw what it did to him.
Okay, so I made sure I didn't end up like him in another way. I asked one of the girls at the Haven to train me, think it was Kaori... See they own this acroacross town as well. Some pretty raunchy stuff goes down in there, and the girls have like thirty drinks a night from all the guys that buy them one. Or two. So she taught me how to hold my own. Bet I can out drink just about anyone who hasn't worked at that bar. Forty-five bottles before I'm even buzzed. I'm surprised I didn't get alcohol poisoning. Hell, I'm surprised Kaori didn't get alcohol poisoning.
You're not writing something there are you?
I thought we made an agreement, I talk and you don't write.
Oh really? Can I see?
Heh, not bad... You should've been an artist or something. Would've suited you better than staying holed in a shitpile like this.
Right, my life. Sorry. Back to the story then...
Anyways, my dad was kinda in the middle of beating the shit out of me when I saw the door open. I was up against the wall at the end of the hall, so it wasn't to hard to see it from my position. Dad must've forgotten to lock it or something on the way in, I'm not really sure about the details.
I do remember thinking about how it might've been Yugi, seeing as how we'd been studying at his place earlier, and praying that he wouldn't have to see something like this. I may not care much for myself, but Yugi... That kid's been through hell and yet he still manages to keep that innocent air about him. I didn't want him to know how much I'd been lying to him.
Selfish really. But I had good intentions. Or, at least I thought I did at the time.
But enough about that. So Honda comes in, saying something about one of my books being left behind. Guess God must've heard my prayers, 'cause I pretty sure that most of the time Yugi would've insisted on bringing them himself.
So let's see... I think at the time I'd already gained a split lip, around thirty or forty fist sized bruises, a cracked rib or two, and a nice long cut down the side of my arm - courtesy of the broken beer bottle my pops had hurled at me.
I know for sure that Honda paused in the middle of his sentence, and that almost immediately he was on my father, trying to beat the shit out of him. Didn't work of course, I'm nearly his equal and it's obvious who I take after. My dad hurls him off, and I have to pin him down to save his butt. Of course, he yells some stupid shit about not leavintilntil he knows I'm okay, and runs over to help. not not sure what happened exactly, but there was this intense pain in my side suddenly, and I looked down and saw a long glass shard - one of the shattered bottles littering the room I think - imbedded in my side.
My dad was lying on the floor unconscious, and Honda was fretting over me like I'd just been shot through the heart or something.
Yeah, well apparently you see it from his side... I guess after you've been through what I have, getting stabbed is nothing. Really.
Looks like our time's up anyways. I'll tell you more next time, okay? See ya.
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Ah, now this is more like it. Tile, easy to just wash it all off. Erase any evidence of what he was about to do.
He slashed through, quickly and efficiently getting through the fleshy part until the blood came seeping out.
'It's not that I don't want to live.'
Then he stared.
'It's just that...'
Sat and watched as the trickles of blood ran down and joined together, dripping off the tip of his elbow and into a single puddle of red on the deep blue tile.
'Just that....'
Sat and watched as his life poured out through the random cuts over his arm, not a single one parallel to another, no two even in length, none of them of equal distance apart, not even two with the same width.
"I'm too used to it to just let it go."
Sat and watched as the door opened to reveal...
One
Very,
Very
Pissed off brunette.
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Hey, was that-
Huh?
Oh, sorry. No worries, won't tell anyone he comes here too...
Alright, back to the story, ne?
So Honda yells something long the lines of "you asshole, why didn't you tell us sooner" before running off.e bae back ten seconds later asking where wet tht the phone. Truth was, we didn't have one at the time, the phone service had just cut us off about two months back. Which meant our last phone fell victim to Dad's rage and ended up as a pile of scrap metal.
I don't quite remember what happened next, although I think I might've blacked out or something because the next thing I know, I'm laying down in one of those hospital type beds. Yugi's asleep, laying on the side of my bed with a worried look on his face. Of course, I'm more worried about where the old man is, right? So the first thing I did was try and get out of here before my pops decided to come after me.
Maybe if I hadn't taken that extra minute to drape a blanket over Yugi's shoulders...
Maybe if I'd taken the stairs instead of the elevator...
Maybe if...
Nevermind.
Basically, I was on my way out, and I was nearly to the front doors wI raI ran into one Seto Kaiba. Not my idea of a good day.
He takes one look at me, and pushes me over, the jerk. And despite the TLC that the nurses put into wrapping my side, the wound still reopens, and I'm bleeding again.
Which of course leads to me being dragged back to my room by the damned ass.
I suppose I should've been grateful, but how can a guy be happy when he's got three old harpies - not the cool type like Mai has either - leaning over him and yelling at him. Then Yugi wakes up and I'm in a bind, cause he glomps me like usual and his elbow falls just there where I really don't need it at the moment. Which leads to more bleeding, endless apologies and tears from Yugi's end, and me getting a blood transplant.
Right about then I realized that I still didn't know why Kaiba was at the white prison to begin with.
I found out later that Yugi'd called in that favor Kaiba owed him - for the numerous times he's gotten his ass kicked and we had to save him, but do I get any thanks? - and asked him to lend me a place at his mansion or something until my mom could come into town with Shizuka and all.
What he didn't know was that living with my "mom" would've been hell for me. Let me explain.
Before all that shit happened, maybe three or four days earlier, I picked up something from Kaori. Information wise, that is. Turns out she'd bwithwith my dad a couple days ago - I wasn't around, must've been over at Yugi's or something... - and she heard him talking in his sleep about some no good whore that left him. She thought it was my mom at first, and in a way she was right. See apparently, my dad had cheated on my mom with a whore from the Haven. No big deal really, since she never found out. Well it soon became a big deal, because the bitch became pregnant - with my dad's kid. Yeah, me. So technically me and Shizuka are only half-siblings. Which explains a lot of things, including why nobody in my family had blonde hair except me.
So back the hospital then.
Kaiba gawked for a bit when he asked, and it was kind of funny watching even the great Seto Kaiba fall under the large eyed gaze and pout from Yugi. He couldn't say no of course, so I ended up at his place.
Then the school said something about having to go to therapy for any "lingering traces of child abuse" or something like that. And that's how I ended up here.
Yeah, pretty much.
So I'm done? Great.
I just turn these papers in to the nurse's office at school right?
Thanks. It was fun, really. See you around sometime. Someplace normal, the mall or the supermarket or something. Later.
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He gulped, looking up at the CEO, knife slipping from limp fingers and dropping to the floor with a loud sounding clang.
The brunette walked towards him, hips swaying unconsciously. 'Shit... why the hell does he have to so fucking sexy and yet such an asshole?!' Jou was practically screaming in his head. Which had moved back to look at the bloody mess on the floor.
"Erm... Oops?"
"Jounouchi."
Amber eyes raised to meet scarlet. And widened at the sudden change in color. Once blue eyes were clouded over with a haze of hunger, one that the blonde thought was surely intended for him.
"What the hell are you?!" He backed up wildly, realizing that the only way out was through the monster standing in front of him.
Then suddenly, he wasn't there any more.
"Kaiba?" He looked around frantically, searching for the other boy even as he pulled himself out of his corner and edged towards the door to the bedroom.
A drop of blood stained the tile once more.
"Not Kaiba. Seto." Toiceoice was icy, with an underlying tone of death to it. His head snapped towards the sound, to see the brunette standing in front of him with an arm outstretched, that hungry gleam still in his eyes. A hand wrapped around his injured wrist, causing him to fall to his knees at the sudden rush of pain.
Crimson liquid ran through the pale fingers, deathly white almost, as Kaiba knelt to join him, pinning him down with his body even as he raised his lips to the other boy's wrist.
Jou could only watch, mesmerized as the taller boy licked a trail up his arm, gathering every drop of blood he encountered to finally reach the wound itself. Pinpricks against his flesh, and then... nothing?
'What the...... that bastard! First he takes away my name, then he tried to take away my right as a duelist, even this he takes away from me in the end!'
There was no pain, no feeling, even as the sharp teeth plunged into his skin and drew even more life, drinking it down like a cherished elixir.
Minutes passed, yet nothing moved.
One last deep draft, then a blood stained tongue swiping away any last traces. It was then that he noticed.
His wrist had not a single scratch on it.
"Wha-" He was cut short.
"You idiot." A sharp tug on his wrist, before he was slammed against the wall just outside the bathroom. Sky blue engulfed him, encasing him in a pool of ice. "You just had to go and do that, didn't you?" It took him a few seconds to register that he was no longer touching the ground, before he began to struggle, trying to slip out of the inhuman grasp.
"Do what?!" He kicked him just there, and scampered around him in an attempt to escape. A hand whipped around to grab his shoulder and pull him onto the floor.
"I would've dealt with my problem, but then you had to just try and..." The brunette growled, pinning the other down once again as he began to rip off the shorter boy's clothing.
"What the fuck?!" Jou grabbed the other boy by the shoulders, shoving him off as he backed away frantically, confused and frightened. Seto merely smirked rising to his feet so he could tower over the blonde, dropping the boy's jacket, shirt and jeans onto the ground as he did so.
"Surely the puppy wants to play..." He trailed off, seductively making his way to the other boy. Jou pushed himself to his feet as well, taking a defensive stance as he countered with a punch.
"I'm not your fucking dog Kaiba!" His fist was stopped mere millimeters from the brunette's face, the fingers around his wrist tightening before throwing him down onto the ground for the - second? third? who knew anymore... - time. He was on him before the blonde had even hit the floor, tongue digging its way through the clenched lips and hands coming up to restrain the other.
Green boxers with gold trim floated to the ground, ripped in more than one place.
Amber eyes widened considerably.
'Shit! The only way to get him off is to buck up, but...' He groaned inwardly at the end of that thought and tried to think up another way to get the horny brunette off him. He gasped for breath, blinking in surprise as Seto pulled back. The CEO smirked, leaning down to lick at Jou's neck... before biting into it brutally.
"Ah!" A cry of pain came from his captive, and he licked at the wound apologetically.
Heated breath blew past his ear, sending shivers up his spine. "I thought you wanted the pain." He struggled to remember when he'd ever yelledt pat particular piece of information at the brunette.
'People shouldn't listen in on other people when they're talking to themselves...' He shivered again as a warm mouth encircled one of the more sensitive areas on his chest, only able to let out a few words as he arched into the touch enthusiastically. "Y..ou... h...heard?"
His tongue found it's way into the blonde's navel, thrusting in and out repetitively, mimicking what was yet to come. [In a way.] Jou's eyes widened once more, to sizes Seto had never thought possible. He concentrated, and hesitantly thought back.
[YOU CAN READ MINDS?!] The brunette visibly winced. [Sorry... You can read minds?] His eyes snapped shut suddenly, head thrown back and body arched.
Seto licked the underside of the blonde's length, before swirling it over the head and letting it out of his mouth regretfully. "Not quite. You were broadcasting." He whispered a quick spell for lubrication, and thrust his fingers into the other boy. Jou hardly flinched, proof to what the CEO suspected. 'He's done this before... many times.' He let out a possessive growl before placing his erection at his soon-to-be-lover's entrance.
"Are you-" He was cut off, moaning as Seto slowly pushed his way in. [Are you trying to say I think loud?] He shuddered as he came at the same time as his partner, mouths crushed together to silence the screams.
The brunette grinned, giving the other all the answer he needed.

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The blonde known as Jounouchi Katsuya - Jou to his friends - exited the building with only one thought.
'Well that was pointless.'
They hadn't solved any of his problems... not that he was expecting them to.
After all, he didn't tell them anymore than he had to.
Not about his real connection with the Haven.
Not about the 'other' Yugi that came out when he dueled.
Not about his relationship with Seto.
And...
Definitely not about his koi's little secret.
"You finished for the day, mutt?" Kaiba stood by the limo, arms crossed irritably as he leaned against the sleek black hood. [I'm getting impatient.]
"I'm done for good." Jou gave the brunette a quick peck on the lips before sliding into the limo.
Kaiba smirked. "Hn, good. Leaves more time for proper training."
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Kitsune: Short (and not too descriptive) lemon, I know. For an explanation of this fast and sudden behavior, it's the vampire instinct - claim what's yours before others find it first. Primal need in other words. =^_~=
Kits: For all of you who don't quite get why Jou-kun's acting this way: On the majority, depression can take a turn for the worse, expressing itself in cynicism and/or sarcasm. When dealing with a psychiatrist that claims to know "exactly how to help you", that sort of depression can take a turn for the worst. Trust me, Kat's been there, and it wasn't pretty back then. Of course, she's not much different now, but... yeah. Whatever.
Kits: Kitsune-chan over and out! =^_^=
Katherine: Hn. Baka.
Kits: *pouts*
Kat: �_� ......
Kits: Oh yeah, that doesn't work anymore.... ah well, I've got back up: Yugi-kun!!!
Kat: ..... *scampers away quietly*
Yugi: ^_^ Yes?
Kits: I need you to do your Pout of Doom... Now where'd she go?
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