This is not AU! This is just an odd look at Seto and Jou's relationship. XD
Title : Touch
Written by : Misori Chan
Genre : Romance
Rated : PG
Warnings : I like shonen ai... XD (Er... grammar problems?)
Spoilers : None
Pairings : Seto x Jou
Disclaimer : The sky is falling! I don't own Yugioh... but... the sky is falling!!
This fic is dedicated to Somnia Lustre!
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Touch
Excuses they were, reasons used just so they'd be able to graze each other's skin for a short moment, to touch.
"Arg, Kaiba!"
"What, Puppy?"
"Jerk! I'm not a puppy!"
"Are you now?"
"Yes!"
"You may not be a puppy, but you're my Puppy."
"Kaiba!!"
Rivalry is something that occurs every once a while, drawing two opposites into many fierce competitions. That's all rivalry's supposed to do, assumingly.
"I'll beat you one day! I promise you that, Kaiba!"
"And what will you do once you've beaten me? You'll lose purpose, isn't that right?"
"I don't care, I hate you! It doesn't matter!"
"So what? You'll find someone else to defeat at this game? Someone other than me to argue and fight with?
"No. You're the only one I want."
"Is that so?"
It's a routine for Jounouchi and Kaiba. One would light the small spark, turning things into an all out battle, involving no sparks of any sort.
So repetitive is the two's interaction that whenever one was missing at school, the other would go to no limits to track down the absent one.
They need the other's presence, the touches they receive from the punches and kicks they land on each other. Such desires as those were often hard to ignore, and still is.
Currently, Jounouchi's keen eyes faced the door of none other than Seto Kaiba. How he got there and past security is considered a miracle of some sort.
He was... hesitant to ring the doorbell, frightened of what may come if he did go along and ring it. But it was no time for him to be backing down, to run away from his simple wants and needs, to touch the one whom his mind almost always thought of.
The doorbell rang. Moments later, the fancy door of the Kaiba mansion wretched open, the CEO of Kaiba Corp standing in full view before his blond rival. "What do you want?" the voice of Kaiba, cold and distant, inquired.
"You weren't at school today." Jounouchi punched him. Kaiba rubbed his slowly forming bruise through the smirk that followed along with the reflexive action.
And he kissed Jounouchi.
Excuses they were. Excuses they still are, and both resent the fact that they so desperately need to touch.
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A/N : O.O I er... don't usually write such... angsty stuff but er... I actually like this one. I usually don't like my own work... so... er... I dunno. >.>
To Somnia Lustre : Hope you enjoyed this one! XD
Hey everyone! Thanks for reading this! Tell me if you liked it! XD