Reap What You Sow
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Six ... seven ... eight ... nine, I hung up the hotel phone wondering where my wife, Karen was. Today was our second wedding anniversary and I had been unable to reach her all day to wish her a happy anniversary and where to find a special hidden gift I got for her. Damn, I hated my asshole boss, George Miller for sending me to smooth over an account that someone else had screwed up. I begged him to send someone else since it was my anniversary in three days, but he said I was the only one he...
"Give her mouth to mouth!" "Fuck no!" "Hurry up! She's dying!" "I'm not putting my mouth anywhere near hers! It's like a cess pool!" "Hurry up!" "Too late. She's dead." "Oh god, oh god, oh god. What are we going to do?" "I don't know. But we have to figure it out soon. She's got a public appearance in two days." "God, god, god." "Will you stop pacing like that? You'll make me nervous." "Make you nervous?! Why aren't you nervous now?! She's dead." "Yes,...
There was always work to be done. Designs to review. Contracts to revise. New projects to consider. I was being very open to new ideas; anything that was scientifically sound, I was approving for short-term funding. Long-term backing I would give after some time and effort yielded signs of results. Thus far, the tactic had been reasonably successful with some unlikely concepts developing some useful benefits. Two were unintentional and one was, in fact, the opposite of its intended goal. But...
When I walked the streets, men often turned to see me and undress me with their eyes, but I don't care about them, I never respond to their calls or suggestions. Straight women just hated me as a potential contender, a temptation to their boyfriends or they were envious of how I looked sometimes. I didn’t care. I was only interested in girls or mature women, married or not. I looked at their eyes and their body language, how they reacted to my presence. Some were embarrassed when they...
I wanted each KaibaLand park to be different so that attendees would want to go to both parks and not feel like seeing one was seeing both. So KL1 became 'Duel Monster World' and included the largest, most state-of-the-art arena complete with the new hard light holograms. KL2 we titled 'Sands of Time'. It housed 'Millenia Duel', the world's longest indoor train ride. It guided 25 riders at a time through a dueling scenario that started in modern Japan, and then transported the riders...
REAP WHAT YOU SOW PART II Before long, all seven of us were finished with the transformations. Dr. S allowed us a few minutes to chatter and compare our transformations and to adjust to the changes before she called the session back to order. We quickly settled down into our seats waiting whatever she may have for us next. I could look around the conversation group and see the obvious signs of stress and trepidation in the eyes of the other six girls. It kind of made me feel a...
The day was flawless. The skies were a clear azure blue, the trees a bright spring green, and the cherry, plum and peach blossoms peaked in shades of pink and white on schedule as if they too were all following Mai's instructions to the letter. As I knew nothing about wedding planning, I let Mai and Ryou make all the arrangements - from the date and time of the event, to the favors and gifts given to the guests. Komo River Okiyo more than justified my investment in the school; they provided...
what_you_want.com - Danny gets what he wants. Danny a 18 year old in the closet Crossdresser who live at home, visits a website and orders a necklace which, with a saying (Your mine now), can hipnotis a person or persons who you are looking at. Danny was aimlessly searching the internet, he had been on transgender website following link after link, untill coming accross a website, which sold a number of interesting items. One inperticular was a dimond neckless, which the site...
Interlude #1: Ryou's Tale Interlude #1 I love nightclubs. I love dancing. I don't get to go often — my employer isn't fond of them. But occasionally, he's in the mood to indulge his lover's preferences and he takes all his friends some place loud and wild and expensive. My 'employer' as I typically refer to him is my patron's eldest son. My Patron is Kaiba Gozaburo and I am his Taikomochi — a male Geisha. I am only one of half a dozen certified Taikomochi. I studied at the...
Four days later, my Father called from Tokyo International. "How soon can you be in the office?" Honda, Joey and I were sprawled across their living room. "Four hours." I answered. I had a private charter plane retained at the local airport. "We have a new situation developing." "I'm not at liberty to speak now. May I call you back in thirty minutes?" "Don't bother. Just put your efforts into getting back to the office as soon as possible." His tone changed. "And leave your...
One week after school started, Honda-sama went back to work. By then, the trip to the bathroom wasn't so exhausting. I could spend the entire day in the living room sitting up reading – if I didn't tax myself too much trying to do things for myself without Honda-sama catching me. Just before Honda left for school, there was a knock at the door. "You sit." He ordered. "I got it." Mutou and Pharaoh entered together. "Hi Kaiba!" Mutou was as cheerful as ever. More so – the hint of...
Diana was my wife's 18 year old niece, and in the summers, she'd come for a two week or so visit. For some reason, Diana confided in me, and was not afraid to tell me about her sexual exploits. She apparently lost her virginity to some Italian guy, and had given blowjobs to a few guys. I thought it was funny that my wife's niece was just the opposite of her; my wife would die if she heard half of Diana's stories. Diana was a tall and lanky girl at 18, with long legs and small, pert breasts. I...
IncestHello dear friends mera naam Sanjay hai mai Mumbai ka rehne wala hu ye story mere mom aur mere ghar me pani dene wale ke beech ki hai ye story aaj se 2 saal purani hai par ekdum sacchi aur ankho dekhi maine ye Dekha to maine socha ki aap sab ke sath bhi shere karu mai pahli baar story likh raha hu to agar koi galti ho to maaf kijiyega aur agar pasand aaye to meri mom ke bare me khub gande mail kijiyega.ab mai jada samay na lete Hue sidhe story pe aata hu.meri maa ka naam Priya hai wo 39 year...
It seemed like I'd only just fallen asleep when the house exploded in light and noise. It was after I sat bolt upright in bed, I discovered that it was only my head that exploded. I winced in pain and covered my ears as some horrible cacophony, at what sounded like 150 decibels, blared from the portable CD player sitting on the dresser. Standing next to the open curtains and window was Gretchen, dressed in her ratty workout gear. She grinned evilly at me. "I'm working out in here this...
I had been at the top of a hill when I tripped, lost my grip and my cycle began dragging me. I'd run out of gas an hour ago and walking home in the cold and dark was getting old. My attention had waned as I thought of all the ways I could end my self-imposed hardship and I failed to notice the change in the pavement height. "Shit, shit, shit, shit!" I yelled as I tried to slow the vehicle to no avail. There was a time when a word that coarse wouldn't have been in my vocabulary, but now...
The rest of the week was pointless and forgettable. I went through the motions of operating the company, paying just enough attention to not burn the place down. Mazaki selected staff to travel with us from current staff members I tolerated well. She selected office intermediaries from a list provided by my father. Except for the new Office Senior. For that position, I chose my cousin Noah. Noah and I had grown up together and while I held no illusions that he was loyal to me, I knew his...
I took the Head Master's advice and chose his suggestions for my electives — Sociology, Creative Writing and Art. I joined the Chess club rather than any of the dueling groups, although I scheduled time to meet with them and offered my advice on building their decks and the like. The Cheering Squad was harder than I expected, but turned out to be worth the effort after the first soccer game. The physical requirements were more or less within my capabilities although not activities I was...
Life was better after that. The six of us were together almost constantly. Joey and Ryou were almost as close as my shadow most days, and Honda and Anzu were only a step back from that. Mutou was a childhood friend of Honda's and spent almost as much time with us. Mutou was a strange boy with wide eyes, spiked tri-colored hair and an air of both innocence and sadness — which he hid most of the time under an onslaught of deliberate cheer. The old Seto would have found Mutou's constantly...
A teacher with gambling debt found a file identifying half a dozen high profile students. Mokuba happened to be in the right place at the wrong time. KaibaCorp ran better background checks on the full staff and found four others with severe financial issues. In addition, there were several with addictions, two actual pedophiles and a sexual offender. I was appalled that this institution had been entrusted with my brother's safety in the first place. I'd been in France for four days when...
Father wanted the three of us to return home and enroll in schools where his security net could protect us. I wanted to stay with my friends. We spent the first two days in Japan at my condo purely because that's how long it took to finish my final exams for the semester. We still hadn't determined where I would spend the next semester. What should have been a tearful, joyous and passionate reunion with Joey was restrained and uncomfortable because it was at school. Father and Mokuba were...
When I woke, the sun was up and Honda and Joey had already left. Honda-sama was making breakfast. "Ah good, you're awake!" He said cheerfully. "Eggs, bacon, melon. We eat then we go see about your apartment." It was easy to see that Honda had gotten his charm and ease from this man and I quickly found myself smiling with him. He went with me to the manager's office and helped me inspect the apartment for damages. The rent was 44,000 yen a month for one room with a half-kitchen and a...
My name is Morio Abdulatem. Actually, it's not but that's the name I signed on the convention register. Mai and I grinned at each other as I handed the pen to her boyfriend Yugi. I don't use my real name anywhere but at home. I have a passport issued in my false name by special Government request. I also have a concealed weapons permit. Both will tell you who I really am if you have the security clearances to find out; not that it ever gets that far. Usually, I get caught with a knife...
I was awakened by someone banging on my door. Bleary-eyed, I made my way to the door and opened it. "Geez!" Joey and a middle-aged woman were standing there. "You look like crap." He observed. "What is it Wheeler?" My back and neck were both stiff. A bed of some kind was moving up on my priority list. "My Mom wanted to meet you." He muttered. "Mom, Kaiba. Kaiba, Mom." Meeting your lover's parents was supposed to be an important event. I bowed slightly. "Forgive my appearance....
I was already finding it harder to wake in the mornings and virtually impossible to concentrate in class. During Cheering, my head began spinning each time I moved it more than an inch up or down. I was only able to continue because our drills are so repetitive. However, when it came time for me to execute an assisted handspring — something I'd been doing for more than a semester — I instead fell backward into a teammate. I apologized and attempted to stand but found my legs too weak to...
I had to fight the doctor but I was able to check myself out on Thursday, three weeks and one day after I arrived. I did receive copies of all the tests they ran, especially the CT scans; all the results came back normal, which was a tremendous relief to me. Kawai, Honda and Mutou were there to help me gather my things. I didn't have much to take personally, but medically there was a ton. They had even expected me to purchase a wheelchair. I opted for a rather elegant cane. It had a white...
I am a simple girl. I come from a simple family in a simple town and all I ever wanted were simple things. A home. A husband. A child to raise. Maybe a dog. I was smart in school so I took accelerated classes and went to secretarial college when I was 16. Simple. I didn't want a fancy career; I wanted a good job while I looked for a man I could be a good wife to. I knew girls who wanted to be executives, some were friends of mine; I wished them well. Job, home, husband. Simple. I graduated...
I returned to school the next day. It was difficult; my energy began to fail during third period. But if I had spent another day at home with Pharaoh, I would have done something I would have regretted. I'd have enjoyed it, but I would have regretted it too. Just before lunch I was called to the headmaster's office. "How are you feeling, Kaiba-san?" He asked with a look of concern. "Much better. Thank you." "Are you sure you are ready to resume your school work now? I've been...
Much to my own surprise, I got the job at the mall. I suspected it had more to do with my appearance than my skills, but I wasn't going to complain. It was a job and it paid enough to meet my current expenses – mostly assisting Honda with household costs. They required that I wear clothing purchased from the store stock while on shift, but they provided me with a monthly allowance for 'uniforms'. My first day, I quickly discovered that my co-workers were all girls. It was a bit...
In sixth grade, I ran with a rough crowd. New York has a large population of Asians living in Chinatown – not just Chinese – and a few of the gangs were hardcore. Hirutani's crew was like that. Diesel Kane Hirutani; father was Japanese, mother was American. We all had split backgrounds. We all spoke Japanese. We all wanted to get back at the culture that didn't want us and the culture that didn't understand us. We were all too young for teenage rebellion – around ten. That didn't stop us...
Mokuba's handgun design turned out to be a drawing pad full of small caliber weapons. I made a few suggestions but overall the designs were well thought out and easily marketable. "You and your brother are seriously into guns, aren't you?" one of my classmates asked me as I looked through the pad. "It is the family business." I reminded him. "Isn't it violent, though? I mean, don't you worry about all the people who die because of you?" Someone at a press conference once asked...
We went to a bar where a room had been reserved and the party progressed as expected. I avoided drinking too much – one hangover per weekend was sufficient – and found the heaving, over-stimulated men more than entertaining enough to make up for the half naked woman that was dancing for them. It was arousing enough to wish I had someone to pounce on and share the arousal with. If Joey hadn't betrayed my trust. If I could look at Pharaoh and not think of how much I loved Joey. And I did...
The arbitration, the next day, went much as Yamada described it. He brought a wheelchair and insisted on wheeling me in. I recognized several people seated at the table: the hospital administrator, my head physician, one of my nurses. There was no one on my side of the table except myself, Honda and Yamada. Yamada allowed the hospital's attorney to present their side first. Simply put, I arrived, announced who I was, insisted on immediate care and volunteered to pay all costs. The hospital...
I didn't want to ask him, but I felt badly not saying something. Mai didn't care, but Yami agreed with me that I couldn't just leave. Still, as I watched Kaiba and Yami duel at the shop, I couldn't help but think I was hurting a friend. Yami glanced at me and frowned. I knew exactly what he was thinking. His expressions are exactly my expressions. We may not think the same things at the same time, but we do show the same thoughts in the same way. Which is why I call him my other self and...
"Nii-sama, this is Tamura." Mokuba caught up to me at school, at lunchtime, which was about the only time we'd been able to see each other recently. I thought he was introducing another student but when I looked up, I realized it was an adult. The man was well over six feet, broad shouldered and chiseled. He was dressed casually, in a polo shirt and khakis, but it took me only a moment to realize that he was Kaiba Security. There was something in their stance that gave them away. I...
Mutou and I took the commuter train into the city. I was already beginning to understand Gorou's issues with the system. Our train was virtually empty; the one leaving the city was packed like sardines. I wondered, as we watched it go past, if there was money to be made in opening a competing transit system. I added it to the list of ideas for a new KaibaCorp. I had other plans for today. "Kaiba-boy! What an unexpected delight it is to see you!" Maximillion Pegasus greeted Mutou and I...
For a week, my life was more or less stable. As much as I disliked Honda's plans for employment, they had no real bearing on my own. When I wasn't at school, my time was split between the store, study groups and Pharaoh. My dreams about Joey eased – largely because I began spending my nights with Pharaoh often enough that I finally had to leave a change of clothes with him. The girls were overjoyed and insisted that it qualified as 'Almost Living Together'. They advised – or more...
I went up. I still had an hour or so of study time before I needed to sleep. An odd odor struck me as I reached the door and I realized that I was wearing one of Shuzo's unwashed gym shirts. 'The man's ego knows no bounds' I laughed to myself as I opened the door. "Hey, Kaiba!" Honda yelled out. "You survived." Otogi unexpectedly added. "I was – Good lord! What are you wearing?" "His shirt." I said, amused. I held up the gi. "The clean one, relatively speaking." "Collecting...
I was really glad my Yugi-bear agreed to stay home this time. I had four tournaments that I had registered to compete in as a duelist before our quickie wedding. I could have cancelled my registrations but Maxi and I both agreed that it was probably better if people still considered me a serious threat and a few solo duels here and there would help 'the Pegasus Pair' over all. Especially this particular tournament – the Gyrl Power Duel. I've either won or place in the top five every year...
The next afternoon, I meet a thoroughly mentally exhausted Honda at the Headmaster's office. "Honda, I'd like to have a word with both you and the Headmaster." I said in my best 'no argument ' voice. "Now?" He groaned. "Kaiba – fine!" He went in and threw himself into the nearest chair. "What?" Headmaster gave me an odd look and I let a small smile cross my face before turning sternly to Honda. "I do not see why you are being allowed to opt-out of the Sociology paper purely...
When I knocked on the door, a middle-aged woman opened it. "Yes?" "Good morning. I am Kaiba Seto. Is Kajiki available?" "Good morning. Come in." She said cheerfully. "Ryota?" She yelled upstairs. "You have a guest, son." She looked at me again. "I'm sorry; you said your name was?" "Kaiba." I repeated, just a bit amused. No one had ever asked me twice. "Thank you. It's Kaiba." She yelled. From above a male voice – not my classmate – answered. "Tell him to wait, boy....
I awoke to the sound of Honda's phone ringing in the living room. It was still pitch black and I staggered into the table trying to find it. "What?" I snapped, rubbing my bruised shin. "Hey," said an equally tired but only somewhat familiar voice. "It's me." "Me who?" Then I realized who. "Mokuba?" "Yeah. Sorry. I'm not awake yet. I'm going to be leaving in about an hour. Did you want to ride with me or do you have another way into the city?" Transportation! I hadn't...
"This is the last thing on today's agenda." Kogoro said, handing me an envelope and my seal. "The changes you made have been updated and it should be ready for your signature." My last will and testament. I updated it once a year to ensure it reflected my current state of affairs. It rarely changed. The corporate assets went to the little bastard; Noah, Mokuba and Sister split the rest equally. This year, however, I had to make major changes. I had to add Mazaki. Love was a strange...
I woke in my office, lying on my couch. There was a man in a Tokyo Police uniform and a man in a Kaiba Security uniform leaning against my desk talking softly. When I moved, they both snapped to attention. "Status?" I tried to ask. Something close to a word croaked from my throat and then I spent two minutes coughing. There was a soft cast around my neck. My security radioed for assistance and while I was still choking on my own words, someone in a white coat and a young man came in. I...
My voice was still raspy the next morning, but my throat felt a little less raw. I was able to have brief conversations before I would lose my voice but it would return after a few minutes rest. Nurse Wong did bring my newspapers and a stack of website hardcopies. "This is all I could find." She was out of uniform. "Are you not working today?" I croaked. "It's my day off." She admitted. "Thank you." I made a note to find a position and hire her for it. Ryou and Mokuba returned...
Wheeler was the only one of the old gang to actually graduate from a high school. I got a GED. Shi and Blackie finished in Lorton down in Virginia. Nibbles died before he could finish. But Wheeler was always the smart one, so he got to walk across the stage and got handed a diploma. His grandparents showed up. His mom called at the crack of fucking dawn. His asshole father no showed. Again. The whole high school thing had been kind of fun since I didn't have to attend any classes. Wheeler...
The rest of the evening was pleasantly uneventful and the next day Mokuba and I went back to the condo – which I remembered with surprising clarity. The Arab woman was there, waiting for us. "Welcome home, Mokuba-san, Seto-san. I had them send a few of your things down from the house, but I thought you might prefer to buy anything else." "Oh." She was only vaguely familiar, which I was beginning to realize was how I saw people I only paid cursory attention to. "Thank you." I remembered...
The ceremony was ordinary. The Headmaster spoke, the Minister of Education for the Prefecture spoke. The choir sang. I was informed that my remarks should end with an introduction of the Salutatorian – Takahashi. The Valedictorian was a boy I hadn't met. I was not the best or the brightest. In fact, to judge by my GPA, I was just barely above average. I was pleasantly surprised to realize that I didn't care. I was pleased for Takahashi, but I felt no jealousy whatsoever. When the time...
We went back to Kame Game shop where everyone else was waiting. Mutou asked if I wanted him to attend the cremation. "There is no need to inconvenience yourself." I replied. "He means yes." Honda told him. "He'll just never admit that." Mutou let the jibe go. "I'll tell Grandpa and Mai. They'll want to be there too." He walked away and I noticed that the first person he spoke to was Pharaoh. Yamada, Kawai, Mokuba and I stepped into Mutou-sama's office. "The police have a...
I met the Emperor. Kaiba-sama's funeral was the biggest event I'd ever been to – the biggest event I'd ever heard of other than the coronation and that was when I was a kid. Kaiba brought the whole posse – except Joey of course – and even brought my Dad and Kawai-chan. We wandered around in dark suits looking out of place with all the rich, famous, important people. If I were smarter, I would have stayed at Kaiba Manor with Serenity and played video games all day. I met the Prime...
"Kaiba-san?" I counted to ten and then pushed the intercom button. "Yes, Crawford?" I had asked my relatively new secretary not to interrupt me, but this morning had been one damn thing after the next. "What now?" "There's a Honda Hiroto here to see you." She said. I sighed even as I smiled. Some days are non-productive regardless of how hard you try. "Honda should be on your list. You do not need to announce him. Perhaps you should take a photo of him – for future...
Anzu and Honda moved out of the manor proper and into one of the guesthouses. They wed in a very quiet, very private service in June. Her parents, his father, the Mutou's and myself. Rather than a large reception after, Anzu wanted a simple family dinner. Pharaoh and I spoke, smiled and laughed as if we were simply friends. Before the wedding, I had a very brief teleconference with Noah and Mokuba and we voted unamiously to grant the newlyweds and their decendants use of the Kaiba kamon....
"You wanted to see me?" Crawford approached my desk hesitantly, which was a bad sign. But one I had been expecting. "Yes. Please sit down." I waited, but she didn't say anything. "Was there something you wanted to tell me?" She looked down. "I'm sure you already know." "So, how is Peggy these days?" "I swear we never talk about business!" she blurted out. "It isn't like Tamura-san said it is at all." "Crawford, calm yourself. I have already spoken to Tamura." My...
It was my own fault; I had known for thousands of years that the man could not be trusted. Priests never can be. It was my own foolishness to fall in love with a priest. Their duties often include sexual congress thus finding naked slaves writhing beneath them is to be expected. Seto's personal carnal appetites had always lent themselves to the occupation. In his current incarnation, he had lost none of his libidinous nature. Sex was still a tool for him – although he seemed to think it was...
Mokuba, Noah and I were invited to bring one guest each to spend New Year's Eve at the Imperial Palace. Mokuba took Hawkins and I took Kawai. Noah took Tristan. As a friend. It was an impressive event. The Emperor does not throw inferior celebrations and to say that my lioness was dazzled would be an understatement. I took great pleasure in introducing her to some of the most powerful people in Japan and mourned every second that her son was not beside us. The high point of my evening was...
Life was better then. Mostly. Pharaoh moved into the manor after less than a month of us commuting back and forth two hours. He moved in on St. Valentine's Day and I decided to make it a romantic weekend. Over a candle-lit supper, I gave him a pair of earrings I'd seen in a painting of one of the real pharaohs. It was an ankh atop three columns. I'd had to have a goldsmith make them so they were absurdly expensive. The pendant design was so obtrusively large that I hadn't actually...
"Hey, Nii-sama! Let me see your phone." Mokuba bound into my office with all the excitement of a child half his age. And with no concern for the meeting I was having with the Marketing Dept. I looked at my brother, more amused than annoyed. "You do see that I am in the middle of something here, yes?" He shrugged. "It's on the desk. Continue, Gorou." "Yes, uh, well we found that 61% of users..." "Ok dude, I switched it. Send me the signal." Mokuba's voice cut over my new section...
I hate admitting it, I really do, but the truth is – I like Kaiba Seto. I'd never tell a soul that, of course – not even Ryou – but he's actually a nice guy if you can get past his ego. His very flexible both physically and mentally and that's the highest compliment I can pay anybody. People who are stiff break under pressure. You have to know how to bend, to weather life's storms. That's how I know he's not completely the bastard he wants people to think he is; he's weathered too...
I was still in Gifu when Noah called me. He had left the day after the opening, while Mokuba and I had remained. It was pre-dawn when the sound woke Pharaoh and I, and the only light in the room was the glow from the ringing cell phone. Noah's voice was thick as if he'd been crying. "Seto. It's ... Mother..." He gasped. "They found her at the family crypt. She ... she's..." I knew immediately what he was trying to say. I had a sudden, uncomfortable feeling of dread. It reminded me of...