Post by Digi12 on Jan 15, 2008 22:03:05 GMT -5
I would like to getsome feedback on thi one..it's the sequal to Ti Amo and I hopeyou gys like it. if not, I won't do it.
December 20th, 1994
3:58 P.M.
Antonio 'Takashi' as he was now called- actually, his friends preferred to call him Tony -walked to the record store where he worked on weekdays, his four-year-old son Seto in tow after a day at school. The call from the principle may not have made sense to Antonio, being unable to speak Japanese, but after a clear definition from his wife he was dragging the boy down to the place that his victim- or should I say his assailant since Seto made out worse than she did –would be and that was with her father at the record store. Despite the cold of the December month, not a clump of snow dared to be seen on the ground. It was cold but there wasn't a could in the sky. No snow for a while yet.
"Acceso." (Come on) Tony prodded, yanking his son along.
"Perchè dovrei? Lo ha meritato!" (Why should I? She deserved it!) Seto spat, trying to resist his fathers strong grip. Tony just looked back at his son with his cobalt blue eyes, chin-long and choppy (but styled to look good) chestnut brown hair swinging as he did so. The European gave his impudent child a patented Armani-er, 'Takashi' glare. Seto's fighting fell limp to his fathers gaze, so similar to his own but older and wiser. If the two didn't have such an obvious year gap between them, they could have been twins instead of father and son.
"Non sia fiero! Non ha fatto niente ma il colloquio." (Don't be proud! She did nothing but talk.)
"Si." Seto replied, rubbing his face near his bruised eyelid. The swollen purple-black battle scar sent a twinge through the boy. The black eye was new, and the freshness meant the pain was still there. "Ha parlato di quanto sporco ero perché sono italiano." (She talked about how dirty I was because I am Italian.)
"Le parole non sono degne di combattimento sopra." (Words are not worthy of fighting over) Tony said, walking up to the old building with a glowing neon sign that read 'Checkers Records' (Basically, if anyone's seen 'Empire Records', you know what this store looks like) "Buon o difettoso, sono soltanto parole." (Good or bad, they are only words.)
"So." (I know.) Seto sighed. He'd heard that many times during his four years of life so far, mostly because when he was around his father while he worked in the record store, Mr. Tungsten's son Steel would come in with a split knuckle and bruises from fighting. Antonio always tried to press his son in the direction away from that sort of thing.
But of course, words were easily forgotten when Seto's pride was at stake. Especially family pride.
And the Italian culture was practically centered on the family.
"Se sapete, perchè lo fate?" (If you know, why did you do it?) Antonio asked, pushing the door open with his free arm, covered in colorful tattoos, just like the other one.
Seto didn't respond to that.
"Acceso." His father prodded, more gentle this time.
"Tony!" A man waved from behind the counter, big and muscular. His short black hair and steel grey eyes accented his rough face (Not unhandsome. Just rough looking). Tony nodded with a small smile and continued on, leading his son to the back room.
"What's going on, kid?" Mr. Tungsten asked. Seto sighed, looking to the muscled man.
"I got in a fight with Maya and now I'm in trouble even though she had it coming." The older of the two looked at his son, eyebrows furrowed as he frowned, detecting his sons bitter tone when he said Maya's name. He might not have understood it, but he knew the feel of it.
"Dovreste mostrare il rispetto, lei siete una signora." (You should show respect, she's a lady.) Antonio said
"Una signora?!" (A lady?!) Seto asked with disgust.
"Non sei fiero!" His father scolded again, tugging him into the back room. There was a black man, bald and lean, looking in his mid-30's. And on the couch they had in the back was a young girl, his daughter. Her chocolate skin was bruised on her unsleeved arms (She wore a cap sleeve shirt) and her lip was split. (So was Seto's lip but Maya'd gotten a 'lucky shot' and knocked a tooth loose. His father told him not to touch it.) She also had a bruise on her face where the boy had punched her (Seto had two along with his black eye, one on his cheek and one on his forehead. That one hurt.) and her dark brown eyes glared daggers at Seto who glared them right back.
"Signorina." Antonio said, bowing respectfully to the seven-year-old. Okay, he didn't speak the language, but he knew the customs so that was just as good, right?
Seto did nothing but continue to glare. Tony looked at his son.
"Seto." He prodded. Still nothing. "Seto Antonio." He repeated, adding the middle name to get the boys attention. Seto sighed indignantly and bowed as his father did.
"Chieda scusa a Maya." (Apologize to Maya.) His father told him.
"Non merita lle scuse!" (She doesn't deserve an apology!) Seto countered to his father, visibly upset that he had to do this.
"Chieda. Scusa. A Maya." Tony repeated. Seto sighed, scrunching his nose in disgust but saying anyway.
"I'm...sorry Maya." He said quietly, but loud enough to be heard. Antonio looked to the bald man, Mitchell Martin- Maya's father -as if asking if he said it. Mitch nodded and Tony smiled.
"Bene."
"Stupid boy." Maya scoffed at the younger of the two look-alikes. Mitch glared at his daughter.
"Dumb bitch." Seto murmured, making sure his father couldn't hear him.
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"Seto." Antonio said softly, driving home later that day with his son. His son, whom kept his arms folded and a Walkman tightly clenched in one hand, glared out the window blaring The Buggles in his ears.
"Seto?" Tony asked again, looking at his son and sighing as he now saw the headphones. He reached a hand over and took one off an ear and said
"Seto!" Not a shout but louder than normal. Seto turned to his father, looking at him angrily before snatching the headphone back.
"Concentrato sulla strada." (Concentrate on the road) He said, turning around and listening to his music again. Antonio, frustrated, ripped the headphones off Seto's head (Who replied with a grumpy "HEY!") and put them aside.
"Non comunichi con me quel senso. Sono il vostro padre." (Don't talk to me that way. I'm your father) His father scolded. Seto sighed, continuing to look out the window.
"....Sapete perchè li ho incitati a chiedere scusa?" (Do you know why I made you apologize?)Tony asked, looking at his son through the corner of his eye. Seto just shrugged, not really caring.
"Due motivi." (Two reasons.) He said, making a turn at the corner. "Il primo è perché avete iniziato la lotta." (The first is because you started the fight) He said. Seto looked at his dad, swinging his feet that didn't touch the floor of the car, somewhat seeing what his father was getting at. "Il secondo è perché è una ragazza." (The second is because she's a girl.)
"Così?" (So?) The child asked. Tony pulled into their driveway and killed the engine, stopping the car completely.
"Che cosa se qualcuno colpisse la vostra madre?" (What if someone hit your mother?) The Italian asked, looking at Seto. The boy looked slightly cross at the thought.
"Maya sarà una madre un giorno, Seto... e sapranno e saranno
arrabbiato altrettanto come siete..." (Maya will be a mother someday, Seto....and they will know and they will be just as angry as you are.) Seto lowered his eyes, feeling rather guilty. Antonio gave a small smile.
"Non desidero sentire parlare di voi il combattimento più, particolarmente non una donna. Siete più astuti di quello." (I don't want to hear about you fighting anymore, especially not a woman. You're smarter than that.)
"So." Tony smiled, ruffling his sons hair.
"Buoni... siete affamati?" (Good...are you hungry?) Seto looked to his father, face bright again.
"Come un lupo!" (Like a wolf...it's an Italian saying 'Hungry like a wolf'...it's the equivalent of 'I could eat a horse' that Americans use.) The boy agreed. Tony laughed.
"Pozzo allora perchè siamo alambicco nell'automobile? Mangiamo!" (Well then why are we still in the car? Let's eat!)
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December 20th, 2008
3:58 P.M.
"Mangiare."
The blonde thought, eyes darting around the empty classroom as if the answer would be written on the ceiling or a blue bird regurgitating worms to feed it's young in the seasonal snow. How Seto had managed to keep the classroom empty for an hour after school (When usually there would be clubs and such), Jou had no idea.
"Um...Oh! 'To eat', right?"
"Good."
A grin.
"Now conjugate it."
A brown eye twitched.
"Err..."
"Jouuuuu!" Seto groaned (But if you asked Jou, he'd have said 'whined' was more like it). "We've been OVER this! Mangiare. 'A-R-E' Verb."
"I got it! I got it!" The blonde said, returning to the notebook Seto had gotten him. Jou was determined to get a hand on the whole Italian thing whether he liked it or not. Ever since that 'Ti-Amo-I-Love-You' incident, Jou had noticed the things Seto was saying.
Not that Seto was saying it MORE. It was that now Jou knew it wasn't incoherent grumblings of an overworked teenage CEO and instead realized from the way they flowed, even IF they weren't for children's ears, they actually MEANT something.
"Um..."
"O, i, a, iamo, ate, anno." Seto supplied, watching as Jou scribbled them down.
"Right, now I just take off the 'A-R-E' right?"
"Yep." Jou grinned again as he wrote down the letters to work as Seto taught him. As he finished 'mangianno', he looked to Seto.
"That good?" he asked, showing the CEO his work. The brunet nodded.
"Bene." He said, assuring. Jou smiled again, happy to remember the word Seto had said. Good. 'Bene' meant 'Good'.
That was ANOTHER reason he liked it. The way Seto said it....well, you'd look at him in his big office chair, and typing away at his computer, face blank of everything except what his brain was processing, cup of coffee absently waiting beside him should he need an extra zing to keep going, you'd never think the guy could say things so beautiful. Even if the MEANINGS weren't so beautiful, Seto's smooth strong voce had a lovely ring when he spoke in the Romantic language (Meaning, like derived from Latin, the language of the Romans. French, Spanish and Italian are all Romantic languages for example). He'd always keep that cold-ish, loner exterior but when he spoke like that...the words sort of softened him. Made him sound so sensual, even if the words weren't so, as said before.
He remembered one situation where Seto had asked Jou to be a distraction at some fancy dinner party he had to go to. Didn't WANT to go but HAD to and had asked Jou so he would keep from bashing the hosts' balls into his skull. Jou had agreed and had been bored to death, to the point of nearly passing out. (This also being from lack of sleep.) At some point, he actually had and the brunet had woken him up, little brother behind him, -they were leaving if Jou was so tired, he'd said- to which the host walked by and made some derisive comment about Jou being a dog, sleeping on the floor against the wall like that. Seto had just smirked and replied:
"Il mio puppy è migliore dei cani ordinari. Fa le cose più piacevoli
che si siede in su ed elemosina...e fa quello anche."
Jou nearly melted.
Never mind he'd heard the word 'puppy' somewhere in there. Never mind he didn't have a comeback to the hosts' confused face. Never mind that Seto was guiding his dazed self out of the home while Mokuba laughed his tiny ass off.
Not only did it sound beautiful, but HE sounded beautiful. It was elegant and smooth and sultry and that made HIM elegant and smooth and sultry and just made his handsome features- his eyes, the curve of his lips, perfectly chiseled jaw, soft hair right above his eyes -stand out all the more. And he wasn't even TRYING. Fuck, they'd snogged all the way home that night...
But NOT the night after in which Jou asked Mokuba what Seto had said to which the raven hair boy started laughing again. Eventually he got his answer from the younger of the brothers Kaiba:
"My puppy is better than ordinary dogs. He does more pleasing things than sit up and beg...and he does that too."
Jou slept on the couch (Out of his own free will, just to tick of his lover). Kaiba, thusly, couldn't sleep.
It was weird how close those two had gotten since the whole 'Ti-Amo' incident. At first the relationship had seemed like any other. But then it sort of...twisted into something...stronger. Not that Jou MINDED. In fact, just last night-
"Jou!" Kaiba called again, snapping in front of Jou's face. "Are you okay?"
"Uh-Y-yeah, I'm fine...just thinking." Jou replied. Seto blinked.
"It's not that hard. Fare." Seto said, thinking the blonde was thinking of the word.
"Augh! That's IRREGULAR!" Jou whined. He didn't like irregular verbs. They didn't follow the pattern like the others did, they had entirely different spellings when being conjugated.
"You need to know it. Fare." Seto repeated for the blonde. Darn it...Fare...Fare...
"I'm thinking...'to be' or 'to do'.."
"Pick one."
"Can't you tell me?"
"No."
"Um...'To be'?" Jou guessed. Seto shook his head.
"'Nope. That's 'Avere'. 'Fare' is 'To do'." Jou blinked, not sure what to do or say in reply.
Before he could try to wonder what to say/do, Seto's cell phone went off.
"Accidenti." He whispered, taking the cell from his pocket. He looked at the number and softly kissed Jou's blonde hair. "Sorry, puppy. I gotta take this."
"Okay. And don't call me puppy." Jou nagged. Seto disregarded it and walked out of the classroom, only to pop his head back in and point at Jou.
"Conjugate it before I get back."
"Awww!" Jou whined as the door shut and he stared at the paper he was writing on. How did he conjugate this one again?
He hated irregular verbs....
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Seto flipped open the phone and pressed the device to his face.
"What is it?"
"Nice." Mokuba scoffed. "Your secretary called. Someone needs a meeting with you tonight."
"No! Not tonight! You know about tonight! I can't do tonight!" Seto insisted, keeping his voice hushed.
"Can he hear you?" Mokuba asked, keeping his voice low too.
"No, not WELL anyway. But you know Jou." Seto turned and took a peek into the classroom.
Okay, Jou was still working.
"Dovrei dire loro di denominarli domani?" (Do you want me to tell them to call tomorrow?) Mokuba asked quietly.
"Sì, per favore." (Yes please.) Seto said, turning back around and continuing to converse with his brother. "Il mio pacchetto è arrivato ancora?" (Did my package arrive yet?)
"No, hanno denominato anche. Sta andando essere fatto ritardare.
Spiacente." (No, they called too. It's going to be late. Sorry. –Rough translation-)
"Accidenti..." Seto murmured. He hoped Jou would be working for a while.
(This next part won't be translated because Jou doesn't understand it.)
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"Quanto tempo è fa ritardare?"
He had no idea what Kaiba just said but DAMN he sounded hot saying it.
Jou, pressed against the door, having given up on the conjugation and just did it like with regular verbs. (Sure, he knew it wasn't right but Kaiba would correct him...with his pretty Italian voice..). He absently wondered what he was talking about (He recognized quando...ritardare was late... was something late?) but immediately forgot when he heard
"Sarò indietro presto... noi sono quasi... Jou comunque fatto sto
facendo bene."
He loved when that guy rolled his 'R's. If anything it added to his sexy nature.
"Li vedrò presto... arrivederci. E non lasci Jou nella mia stanza fino a stasera." The CEO finished his conversation, opening the door, causing Jou to tumble back onto his butt. Seto blinked.
"Eavesdropping, Katsuya?" he asked, eyebrows raised. Jou blushed a bit, both at being caught red-handed and at hearing his first name being used.
"I was gunna ask about the verb and......I like hearing you talk Italian." Seto rolled his eyes, lifting Jou by an arm. "I do." Jou said. "It sounds pretty." At that, the CEO raised an eyebrow.
"Pretty?"
"Well you sound...really nice when you talk it." Seto smirked. "Sexy too." The smirk grew and he shrugged.
"Sono naturalmente sexy, puppy." He said, watching Jou blush a bit.
"Don't call me puppy!" Jou demanded again. "...And what did you say?" The CEO chuckled, ruffling Jou's hair and leaning close to his ear.
"I said 'I'm just naturally sexy'." He whispered, still smirking.
'Ain't that the truth.'
The blond thought, trying to shake away the buzz the CEO put over his brain.
"I'd speak it more but you'd never understand me." Seto said, kissing the rim of Jou's ear.
"I'd get it eventually."
"Like now?" Seto said, looking at the conjugations. "Fo, fi, fa? I didn't know someone could butcher it this bad."
"Hey, I'm still learning." Jou pouted, Seto rolling his eyes and kissing his temple.
"My father is rolling in his grave."
"Let him roll. You need to help me." Katsuya said, prodding him with the book.
"Leave me alone. I'm in a mood." Seto said softly, kissing the blondes forehead.
"I see that." Jou said with a smile. "But seriously, help me, I'm lost."
"Siete bei..." Seto whispered, running a hand through the blondes golden hair as he kissed the corner of a brown eye. Jou shivered at the attention he got, not really caring whatever Kaiba said at the moment. It just sounded so...
"Katsuya..." A sensual murmur, leaning the boy against the desk. The CEO gently made his way down the side of the blondes' face to his neck, sucking away to his hearts content. Jou moaned softly, tilting his head back for his lover who ravished him so caringly. Another breathy whisper of his first name sent chills up the boys' spine as he was laid down on the desk this time-
"Mr. Kaiba! Mr. Jounochi!" The teacher exclaimed, having just returned and now stood in the open doorway gaping. Jou's eyes widened at the teacher's surprised face. "What is going on here? I leave you two alone for-" The CEO tossed several bills the teachers way. The educators eyes bulged as she reached for the wad of cash, in shock of how much money she held.
She could retire early.
"Um...nevermind..." She said, quickly leaving the classroom and closing the door.
"Seto-" Jou started, finally being allowed freedom as Seto broke for air. But the CEO went right back to snogging the ass of his lover who immediately forgot what he was about to say.
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Okay...that was the first chapter of Epiphany....hope you liked it.
December 20th, 1994
3:58 P.M.
Antonio 'Takashi' as he was now called- actually, his friends preferred to call him Tony -walked to the record store where he worked on weekdays, his four-year-old son Seto in tow after a day at school. The call from the principle may not have made sense to Antonio, being unable to speak Japanese, but after a clear definition from his wife he was dragging the boy down to the place that his victim- or should I say his assailant since Seto made out worse than she did –would be and that was with her father at the record store. Despite the cold of the December month, not a clump of snow dared to be seen on the ground. It was cold but there wasn't a could in the sky. No snow for a while yet.
"Acceso." (Come on) Tony prodded, yanking his son along.
"Perchè dovrei? Lo ha meritato!" (Why should I? She deserved it!) Seto spat, trying to resist his fathers strong grip. Tony just looked back at his son with his cobalt blue eyes, chin-long and choppy (but styled to look good) chestnut brown hair swinging as he did so. The European gave his impudent child a patented Armani-er, 'Takashi' glare. Seto's fighting fell limp to his fathers gaze, so similar to his own but older and wiser. If the two didn't have such an obvious year gap between them, they could have been twins instead of father and son.
"Non sia fiero! Non ha fatto niente ma il colloquio." (Don't be proud! She did nothing but talk.)
"Si." Seto replied, rubbing his face near his bruised eyelid. The swollen purple-black battle scar sent a twinge through the boy. The black eye was new, and the freshness meant the pain was still there. "Ha parlato di quanto sporco ero perché sono italiano." (She talked about how dirty I was because I am Italian.)
"Le parole non sono degne di combattimento sopra." (Words are not worthy of fighting over) Tony said, walking up to the old building with a glowing neon sign that read 'Checkers Records' (Basically, if anyone's seen 'Empire Records', you know what this store looks like) "Buon o difettoso, sono soltanto parole." (Good or bad, they are only words.)
"So." (I know.) Seto sighed. He'd heard that many times during his four years of life so far, mostly because when he was around his father while he worked in the record store, Mr. Tungsten's son Steel would come in with a split knuckle and bruises from fighting. Antonio always tried to press his son in the direction away from that sort of thing.
But of course, words were easily forgotten when Seto's pride was at stake. Especially family pride.
And the Italian culture was practically centered on the family.
"Se sapete, perchè lo fate?" (If you know, why did you do it?) Antonio asked, pushing the door open with his free arm, covered in colorful tattoos, just like the other one.
Seto didn't respond to that.
"Acceso." His father prodded, more gentle this time.
"Tony!" A man waved from behind the counter, big and muscular. His short black hair and steel grey eyes accented his rough face (Not unhandsome. Just rough looking). Tony nodded with a small smile and continued on, leading his son to the back room.
"What's going on, kid?" Mr. Tungsten asked. Seto sighed, looking to the muscled man.
"I got in a fight with Maya and now I'm in trouble even though she had it coming." The older of the two looked at his son, eyebrows furrowed as he frowned, detecting his sons bitter tone when he said Maya's name. He might not have understood it, but he knew the feel of it.
"Dovreste mostrare il rispetto, lei siete una signora." (You should show respect, she's a lady.) Antonio said
"Una signora?!" (A lady?!) Seto asked with disgust.
"Non sei fiero!" His father scolded again, tugging him into the back room. There was a black man, bald and lean, looking in his mid-30's. And on the couch they had in the back was a young girl, his daughter. Her chocolate skin was bruised on her unsleeved arms (She wore a cap sleeve shirt) and her lip was split. (So was Seto's lip but Maya'd gotten a 'lucky shot' and knocked a tooth loose. His father told him not to touch it.) She also had a bruise on her face where the boy had punched her (Seto had two along with his black eye, one on his cheek and one on his forehead. That one hurt.) and her dark brown eyes glared daggers at Seto who glared them right back.
"Signorina." Antonio said, bowing respectfully to the seven-year-old. Okay, he didn't speak the language, but he knew the customs so that was just as good, right?
Seto did nothing but continue to glare. Tony looked at his son.
"Seto." He prodded. Still nothing. "Seto Antonio." He repeated, adding the middle name to get the boys attention. Seto sighed indignantly and bowed as his father did.
"Chieda scusa a Maya." (Apologize to Maya.) His father told him.
"Non merita lle scuse!" (She doesn't deserve an apology!) Seto countered to his father, visibly upset that he had to do this.
"Chieda. Scusa. A Maya." Tony repeated. Seto sighed, scrunching his nose in disgust but saying anyway.
"I'm...sorry Maya." He said quietly, but loud enough to be heard. Antonio looked to the bald man, Mitchell Martin- Maya's father -as if asking if he said it. Mitch nodded and Tony smiled.
"Bene."
"Stupid boy." Maya scoffed at the younger of the two look-alikes. Mitch glared at his daughter.
"Dumb bitch." Seto murmured, making sure his father couldn't hear him.
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"Seto." Antonio said softly, driving home later that day with his son. His son, whom kept his arms folded and a Walkman tightly clenched in one hand, glared out the window blaring The Buggles in his ears.
"Seto?" Tony asked again, looking at his son and sighing as he now saw the headphones. He reached a hand over and took one off an ear and said
"Seto!" Not a shout but louder than normal. Seto turned to his father, looking at him angrily before snatching the headphone back.
"Concentrato sulla strada." (Concentrate on the road) He said, turning around and listening to his music again. Antonio, frustrated, ripped the headphones off Seto's head (Who replied with a grumpy "HEY!") and put them aside.
"Non comunichi con me quel senso. Sono il vostro padre." (Don't talk to me that way. I'm your father) His father scolded. Seto sighed, continuing to look out the window.
"....Sapete perchè li ho incitati a chiedere scusa?" (Do you know why I made you apologize?)Tony asked, looking at his son through the corner of his eye. Seto just shrugged, not really caring.
"Due motivi." (Two reasons.) He said, making a turn at the corner. "Il primo è perché avete iniziato la lotta." (The first is because you started the fight) He said. Seto looked at his dad, swinging his feet that didn't touch the floor of the car, somewhat seeing what his father was getting at. "Il secondo è perché è una ragazza." (The second is because she's a girl.)
"Così?" (So?) The child asked. Tony pulled into their driveway and killed the engine, stopping the car completely.
"Che cosa se qualcuno colpisse la vostra madre?" (What if someone hit your mother?) The Italian asked, looking at Seto. The boy looked slightly cross at the thought.
"Maya sarà una madre un giorno, Seto... e sapranno e saranno
arrabbiato altrettanto come siete..." (Maya will be a mother someday, Seto....and they will know and they will be just as angry as you are.) Seto lowered his eyes, feeling rather guilty. Antonio gave a small smile.
"Non desidero sentire parlare di voi il combattimento più, particolarmente non una donna. Siete più astuti di quello." (I don't want to hear about you fighting anymore, especially not a woman. You're smarter than that.)
"So." Tony smiled, ruffling his sons hair.
"Buoni... siete affamati?" (Good...are you hungry?) Seto looked to his father, face bright again.
"Come un lupo!" (Like a wolf...it's an Italian saying 'Hungry like a wolf'...it's the equivalent of 'I could eat a horse' that Americans use.) The boy agreed. Tony laughed.
"Pozzo allora perchè siamo alambicco nell'automobile? Mangiamo!" (Well then why are we still in the car? Let's eat!)
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December 20th, 2008
3:58 P.M.
"Mangiare."
The blonde thought, eyes darting around the empty classroom as if the answer would be written on the ceiling or a blue bird regurgitating worms to feed it's young in the seasonal snow. How Seto had managed to keep the classroom empty for an hour after school (When usually there would be clubs and such), Jou had no idea.
"Um...Oh! 'To eat', right?"
"Good."
A grin.
"Now conjugate it."
A brown eye twitched.
"Err..."
"Jouuuuu!" Seto groaned (But if you asked Jou, he'd have said 'whined' was more like it). "We've been OVER this! Mangiare. 'A-R-E' Verb."
"I got it! I got it!" The blonde said, returning to the notebook Seto had gotten him. Jou was determined to get a hand on the whole Italian thing whether he liked it or not. Ever since that 'Ti-Amo-I-Love-You' incident, Jou had noticed the things Seto was saying.
Not that Seto was saying it MORE. It was that now Jou knew it wasn't incoherent grumblings of an overworked teenage CEO and instead realized from the way they flowed, even IF they weren't for children's ears, they actually MEANT something.
"Um..."
"O, i, a, iamo, ate, anno." Seto supplied, watching as Jou scribbled them down.
"Right, now I just take off the 'A-R-E' right?"
"Yep." Jou grinned again as he wrote down the letters to work as Seto taught him. As he finished 'mangianno', he looked to Seto.
"That good?" he asked, showing the CEO his work. The brunet nodded.
"Bene." He said, assuring. Jou smiled again, happy to remember the word Seto had said. Good. 'Bene' meant 'Good'.
That was ANOTHER reason he liked it. The way Seto said it....well, you'd look at him in his big office chair, and typing away at his computer, face blank of everything except what his brain was processing, cup of coffee absently waiting beside him should he need an extra zing to keep going, you'd never think the guy could say things so beautiful. Even if the MEANINGS weren't so beautiful, Seto's smooth strong voce had a lovely ring when he spoke in the Romantic language (Meaning, like derived from Latin, the language of the Romans. French, Spanish and Italian are all Romantic languages for example). He'd always keep that cold-ish, loner exterior but when he spoke like that...the words sort of softened him. Made him sound so sensual, even if the words weren't so, as said before.
He remembered one situation where Seto had asked Jou to be a distraction at some fancy dinner party he had to go to. Didn't WANT to go but HAD to and had asked Jou so he would keep from bashing the hosts' balls into his skull. Jou had agreed and had been bored to death, to the point of nearly passing out. (This also being from lack of sleep.) At some point, he actually had and the brunet had woken him up, little brother behind him, -they were leaving if Jou was so tired, he'd said- to which the host walked by and made some derisive comment about Jou being a dog, sleeping on the floor against the wall like that. Seto had just smirked and replied:
"Il mio puppy è migliore dei cani ordinari. Fa le cose più piacevoli
che si siede in su ed elemosina...e fa quello anche."
Jou nearly melted.
Never mind he'd heard the word 'puppy' somewhere in there. Never mind he didn't have a comeback to the hosts' confused face. Never mind that Seto was guiding his dazed self out of the home while Mokuba laughed his tiny ass off.
Not only did it sound beautiful, but HE sounded beautiful. It was elegant and smooth and sultry and that made HIM elegant and smooth and sultry and just made his handsome features- his eyes, the curve of his lips, perfectly chiseled jaw, soft hair right above his eyes -stand out all the more. And he wasn't even TRYING. Fuck, they'd snogged all the way home that night...
But NOT the night after in which Jou asked Mokuba what Seto had said to which the raven hair boy started laughing again. Eventually he got his answer from the younger of the brothers Kaiba:
"My puppy is better than ordinary dogs. He does more pleasing things than sit up and beg...and he does that too."
Jou slept on the couch (Out of his own free will, just to tick of his lover). Kaiba, thusly, couldn't sleep.
It was weird how close those two had gotten since the whole 'Ti-Amo' incident. At first the relationship had seemed like any other. But then it sort of...twisted into something...stronger. Not that Jou MINDED. In fact, just last night-
"Jou!" Kaiba called again, snapping in front of Jou's face. "Are you okay?"
"Uh-Y-yeah, I'm fine...just thinking." Jou replied. Seto blinked.
"It's not that hard. Fare." Seto said, thinking the blonde was thinking of the word.
"Augh! That's IRREGULAR!" Jou whined. He didn't like irregular verbs. They didn't follow the pattern like the others did, they had entirely different spellings when being conjugated.
"You need to know it. Fare." Seto repeated for the blonde. Darn it...Fare...Fare...
"I'm thinking...'to be' or 'to do'.."
"Pick one."
"Can't you tell me?"
"No."
"Um...'To be'?" Jou guessed. Seto shook his head.
"'Nope. That's 'Avere'. 'Fare' is 'To do'." Jou blinked, not sure what to do or say in reply.
Before he could try to wonder what to say/do, Seto's cell phone went off.
"Accidenti." He whispered, taking the cell from his pocket. He looked at the number and softly kissed Jou's blonde hair. "Sorry, puppy. I gotta take this."
"Okay. And don't call me puppy." Jou nagged. Seto disregarded it and walked out of the classroom, only to pop his head back in and point at Jou.
"Conjugate it before I get back."
"Awww!" Jou whined as the door shut and he stared at the paper he was writing on. How did he conjugate this one again?
He hated irregular verbs....
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Seto flipped open the phone and pressed the device to his face.
"What is it?"
"Nice." Mokuba scoffed. "Your secretary called. Someone needs a meeting with you tonight."
"No! Not tonight! You know about tonight! I can't do tonight!" Seto insisted, keeping his voice hushed.
"Can he hear you?" Mokuba asked, keeping his voice low too.
"No, not WELL anyway. But you know Jou." Seto turned and took a peek into the classroom.
Okay, Jou was still working.
"Dovrei dire loro di denominarli domani?" (Do you want me to tell them to call tomorrow?) Mokuba asked quietly.
"Sì, per favore." (Yes please.) Seto said, turning back around and continuing to converse with his brother. "Il mio pacchetto è arrivato ancora?" (Did my package arrive yet?)
"No, hanno denominato anche. Sta andando essere fatto ritardare.
Spiacente." (No, they called too. It's going to be late. Sorry. –Rough translation-)
"Accidenti..." Seto murmured. He hoped Jou would be working for a while.
(This next part won't be translated because Jou doesn't understand it.)
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"Quanto tempo è fa ritardare?"
He had no idea what Kaiba just said but DAMN he sounded hot saying it.
Jou, pressed against the door, having given up on the conjugation and just did it like with regular verbs. (Sure, he knew it wasn't right but Kaiba would correct him...with his pretty Italian voice..). He absently wondered what he was talking about (He recognized quando...ritardare was late... was something late?) but immediately forgot when he heard
"Sarò indietro presto... noi sono quasi... Jou comunque fatto sto
facendo bene."
He loved when that guy rolled his 'R's. If anything it added to his sexy nature.
"Li vedrò presto... arrivederci. E non lasci Jou nella mia stanza fino a stasera." The CEO finished his conversation, opening the door, causing Jou to tumble back onto his butt. Seto blinked.
"Eavesdropping, Katsuya?" he asked, eyebrows raised. Jou blushed a bit, both at being caught red-handed and at hearing his first name being used.
"I was gunna ask about the verb and......I like hearing you talk Italian." Seto rolled his eyes, lifting Jou by an arm. "I do." Jou said. "It sounds pretty." At that, the CEO raised an eyebrow.
"Pretty?"
"Well you sound...really nice when you talk it." Seto smirked. "Sexy too." The smirk grew and he shrugged.
"Sono naturalmente sexy, puppy." He said, watching Jou blush a bit.
"Don't call me puppy!" Jou demanded again. "...And what did you say?" The CEO chuckled, ruffling Jou's hair and leaning close to his ear.
"I said 'I'm just naturally sexy'." He whispered, still smirking.
'Ain't that the truth.'
The blond thought, trying to shake away the buzz the CEO put over his brain.
"I'd speak it more but you'd never understand me." Seto said, kissing the rim of Jou's ear.
"I'd get it eventually."
"Like now?" Seto said, looking at the conjugations. "Fo, fi, fa? I didn't know someone could butcher it this bad."
"Hey, I'm still learning." Jou pouted, Seto rolling his eyes and kissing his temple.
"My father is rolling in his grave."
"Let him roll. You need to help me." Katsuya said, prodding him with the book.
"Leave me alone. I'm in a mood." Seto said softly, kissing the blondes forehead.
"I see that." Jou said with a smile. "But seriously, help me, I'm lost."
"Siete bei..." Seto whispered, running a hand through the blondes golden hair as he kissed the corner of a brown eye. Jou shivered at the attention he got, not really caring whatever Kaiba said at the moment. It just sounded so...
"Katsuya..." A sensual murmur, leaning the boy against the desk. The CEO gently made his way down the side of the blondes' face to his neck, sucking away to his hearts content. Jou moaned softly, tilting his head back for his lover who ravished him so caringly. Another breathy whisper of his first name sent chills up the boys' spine as he was laid down on the desk this time-
"Mr. Kaiba! Mr. Jounochi!" The teacher exclaimed, having just returned and now stood in the open doorway gaping. Jou's eyes widened at the teacher's surprised face. "What is going on here? I leave you two alone for-" The CEO tossed several bills the teachers way. The educators eyes bulged as she reached for the wad of cash, in shock of how much money she held.
She could retire early.
"Um...nevermind..." She said, quickly leaving the classroom and closing the door.
"Seto-" Jou started, finally being allowed freedom as Seto broke for air. But the CEO went right back to snogging the ass of his lover who immediately forgot what he was about to say.
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Okay...that was the first chapter of Epiphany....hope you liked it.
