Yu-Gi-Oh is the property of Konami and Kazuki Takahashi, and this work is only a very appreciative celebration, from which I hope to derive no profit of any kind.
The October breeze scuds leaves past their feet. It rustles the corn husks in the garden-plot across from them. It's risky coming out here during their morning break, when there's not much time, and there's always the chance someone might want to talk to one of the Ag teachers. But Seto doesn't like to wait. He says they spend enough time apart already.
"You and your brother, you have fun together, right?"
Seto scowls. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Jou kicks at a chunk of dirt. He looks at the ground, and at his shoes, which used to be white, and now are sort of ground-colored. "Why's everything gotta mean something?" he says. "Means you got Mokuba. You aren't dying from loneliness just because I'm not around."
He thinks about Mokuba, about how his eyes always change when he looks at his big brother, and how he never talks about anything but him. Sometimes he wishes he had a Mokuba, or that he could be someone else's Mokuba, Seto's, maybe.
Maybe his thoughts show on his face, because he hears a warning tone in Seto's voice, as he says, "don't get needy on me, Puppy."
Jou looks over and sees him watching him. The wind is blowing Seto's school coat around his legs. It blows his hair across his face, and for a minute his blue eyes don't show. It's just the frown on his face that Jou can see, and he's always got that, so it doesn't tell him anything.
"I wonder how long we could stay here before someone caught us." He makes his own voice light, kind of playful. "What if a teacher came over here. What if Mrs. Zigler came by and saw me do this," he grabs Seto around the neck as he says it, "or Mr. Watanabe caught us doin' this," as he leans in, his lips finding Seto's, their tongues touching, familiar and exciting at the same time. "You ever think about getting caught, Kaiba?"
Seto's hands catch his, imprisoning them behind his back. "I think you talk too much," he says.
From far away, they hear the bell sound for Third Block.
"We don't have to leave," Jou says. "Probably no one will come out here during class."
"Unlike you, I don't ignore my responsibilities," Seto says. "And I won't let you ignore yours either, Puppy. Move." He gives Jou a swat on his ass to push him. "And be on time at at lunchtime," he says. "I don't like having to wait."
Jou leaves. Maybe he's not so jealous of Mokuba after all, he thinks, as he heads for his next class, taking the corridors in long strides, with his green jacket flapping behind him.