Allegría ~ Chapter 1

Author's Notes: First and foremost, I would like to remind people that I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh; I simply use its characters for my own evil yet non-profitable purposes.

Secondly, I would to warn people that this fic is Jounouchi/Isis.

Trevona: What? You're betraying your own cult!

Shut up. I don't know what possessed me to write it other than the fact that I picture those two every time I hear the song Allegría. Hence the name of the story. Also, I know that Seto/Isis is Trustshipping, Jounouchi/Seto is Puppyshipping, Yuugi/Jounouchi is Wishshipping, but what in the hell is Jounouchi/Isis? Does one even exist? Of course, I'm probably the only person in the world that supports this pairing but oh well. Also, I would like to say since Isis calls Kaiba Seto there is a possibility that she would call Jounouchi Katsuya if she ever actually talked to him. Just a theory.

Lastly, I would really like people to review this fic and tell me what you think. I spent a lot of time working on it trying to make it seem as realistic as possible. You would not believe how difficult it is to write a depressed Jou-kun. Anyway, even if you don't support the coupling please read it and tell me what you think.

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Allegría, I see a spark of life shining

Allegría, I hear a young minstrel sing

Allegría…

Isis sighed deeply, pushing a strand of long black hair behind her ear. She couldn't bring herself to cry, not like the way all the others were. She wasn't a part of their group and she never would be s she saw absolutely no point in joining them in their tears. She had more important things to concern herself with and she was hoping the Pharaoh would shape up and focus on more important things as well. At the moment, she just wanted to be alone, away from the sniveling masses and endless tears. Only Seto had not been affected, but she hadn't seen much of him recently. Supposedly he was perfecting his latest version of the dueling disk. She couldn't care less about his little toys.

She went into the common room, expecting no one to be in there, considering they were all walling in pity together. However, she had been mistaken in her assumption. A blonde boy was sitting on one of the couches, head buried in his hands. She couldn't be certain, but she got the distinct impression this one was crying as well. She wondered why he wasn't with the others, sharing his pain with them. She heard him sniffle and for a brief moment she felt a twinge of pity for the boy, her heart barely reaching out to him. However, cool reason quickly took over and the feeling became only a memory. "I'm sorry, I didn't know there was anybody in here," she said, turning to head back out the door.

For a moment she turned to look at him. He straightened up, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. He turned around to look at her, brown eyes still glistening with tears. "That's okay. Please, sit down," he said, gesturing to the other couch in the room, perpendicular to the one he was currently occupying. Isis hesitated in the doorway, watching as he turned back around and wiped his eyes again. Despite the fact she had wanted to get away from all the crying, good manners eventually won out. Besides, it wasn't right for him to be all by himself at such a critical moment, especially at such a young age. He should be sharing his pain with someone at least. She walked over and sat down, noticing the boy had managed to dry his eyes. He looked over at her, eyes dry but dim, and said, "You're Ishtar Ishizu, aren't you? Marik's sister?" She nodded once, slowly beginning to remember the boy. He was the one that had defeated Rashid and Ra by standing up. "I'm Jounouchi Katsuya," he continued, extending his hand to her.

She remembered him more clearly now, a boy she had often seen by the Pharaoh's side in her visions. "I know. You're Yuugi's best friend."

He flinched, retracting his hand. He looked away with a pained expression on his face, fresh tears forming in the corner of his eyes. He had been the one that had asked her to stay, and, besides, he had brought up the subject of her brother first. They sat in silence, Isis with her arms crossed, watching to see if he would start crying again. One tear would give her the perfect excuse to leave and seek the solitude she desired. He swallowed hard, blinking his eyes several times yet no tears fell. She frowned in discontentment, hoping at the very least she wouldn't have to talk to him too much. Several more minutes passed in utter silence and Jounouchi no longer looked like he was on the brink of tears. She looked towards the door briefly, deciding if he chose to stay silent, it would be close enough to her solitude. "I suppose I'm not very interesting to you." She turned to stare intently at him, wondering what brought this conversation about, slightly disappointed that he had decided to talk to her. He had his hands clasped before him, his head was bowed and his eyes were hidden behind his bangs. "After all, I have no Sennen item and no connection to Ancient Egypt. No wonder why you've never talked to me before."

She wanted to point out she never talked to him before because she never had any reason to; however, she stilled her mouth when she realized the reason for the lack of reason was because of his lack of any connection to Ancient Egypt. So, she continued to stare at him, wondering why he had even noticed and why he would care. Also, she wanted to know what had brought about that topic of discussion. He turned towards her, a pleading look in his eyes. "Will you tell me about me? The Pharaoh, I mean."

She was taken aback by the question, not sure how to respond. It had been the first time anyone asked her about that and she was shocked that the question came from Jounouchi of all people. "I'm sorry, Katsuya. You know him better than I do, I'm afraid."

Jounouchi turned away, blinking back a few more tears. Isis sighed, wanting to be somewhere else, preferably alone. However, she felt like she couldn't leave him at the moment. Maybe her necklace had left some of its powers within her. Or maybe she was partially curious to learn more about him. Now that the Pharaoh was distracted from what he should be doing, she supposed she could pursue other interests. She was a little bit intrigued by the boy who could form such a powerful bond with the Pharaoh who had remained elusive for so long. There had to be something about him that had allowed him to become so close to one was by nature aloof and anti-social.

"I love him, you know," Jounouchi whispered softly, biting his lower lip. She actually hadn't known that, but she had been well aware that he shared a special bond with the Pharaoh's host. She assumed that's who he was talking about. "I don't know what to do," he said, once again burying his face in his hands and mimicking the position he had been in when she walked in on him.

She grimaced; crying people were really starting to bring her down. "Talk about something else, Katsuya," she suggested. "Tell me about your relationship with you sister," she insisted, leaning forward.

He lifted his head, running his hand through his bangs. "It's not that different from the relationship you have with your brother," he said glumly, staring blanking in front of him.

"I didn't know you tried to stop your sister from taking over the world. I heard she was extremely sweet." Where that statement had come from, she had not the slightest clue. Perhaps she was feeling just a bit resentful at the moment.

He looked at her suddenly, confusion apparent in his eyes. Slowly, cautiously, he smiled shyly at her. She smiled slightly back, wondering why she felt so comfortable around him. Then again, everyone but Seto Kaiba seemed to be relaxed and comfortable around Jounouchi. Perhaps she wasn't so different from the others after all. "So, exactly what is going on between you and Lord Kaiba?" he asked, placing one hand on the couch next to him, leaning towards her. "Has he swept you off to his bedroom yet?"

She blushed, pulling back in her seat. "I really don't see how that's any of your business," she told him and his shook his head in silent mirth. "If you really much know I used him to bring my brother out into the open."

"And you never once used him for anything else? No extra-curricular activities? What exactly did you put on display for him during that private exhibition?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

She scowled at him. "I really don't see why it means so much to you. Unless you were planning on making a move on Seto." He glowered at her and Isis was almost positive she heard him growling at her. "Besides, what happened between you and Kujaku-san?"

"Who?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

She sighed. "Kujaku Mai," she said exasperatingly, closing her eyes.

"Oh, Mai." He leaned back in his seat, looking up at the ceiling. "She's sexy, but she's really not my type. I prefer mine quieter and less outgoing."

She stared at him knowingly, her mouth quirking up in a small smile. "Your what, Katsuya?" Now it was his turn to blush, turning the other way and scratching the back of his head. "What's the mater, Katsuya. Can't you say the word girlfriend?" she said teasingly.

"Don't you have some rich bastard you could be bothering right about now?" he asked sheepishly, looking in her direction again. "Or a brother to be reprimanding. Or a Kaiba to tell how disappointed you are in him or something?" he asked hopefully. She shook her had no and he sighed, crossing his arms and slumping down in his seat. "If you really mush know, it doesn't have to be a girl," he mumbled, almost incoherently.

"What was that?" she asked innocently, though she had heard him perfectly well. It was much more entertaining to bother him than Seto, considering Seto ignored her most of the time.

"Keep quiet about that," he snapped suddenly in a violent outburst. She jumped back, eyes widening in surprise. "I never told anyone that before," he said sullenly, looking blanking ahead.

Her heart skipped a few beats as the weight of his words sunk in. She looked at him with a mixture of surprise and sadness. "Katsuya, why did you tell me?" she asked, clasping her hands in her lap as her sea-green eyes studied him carefully.

He closed his eyes, slowly shaking his head. "I don't know, Ishizu. I don't even know why I'm talking to you. In case you haven't noticed, we have nothing in common and I will never become interesting to you because I'm not part of the Pharaoh's grand destiny."

"That's not true, Katsuya," she said, shocking even herself. True enough, Jounouchi turned to look at her wide-eyes. "We both would do anything to protect the Pharaoh." He snorted in response, turning his head the other way. She sighed. "Maybe you and Yuugi are here for a reason," she admitted. "Maybe you're supposed to remind the Pharaoh of friendship of friendship." She lifted her eyes to look at him. "Of love." Jounouchi stiffened and Isis knew she had struck a chord. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket, opening it and staring intently at it.

She sighed, looking around the room. Perhaps she should make her exit now. Suddenly, she felt very cold and she shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. Jounouchi looked towards her and noticed. "Are you cold?" She nodded slightly. "It's a bit warmer over here," he told her, indicating the couch he was sitting on.

She was unsure of what to do. For one thing, she really hadn't wanted to be here in the first place. On the other hand she was dying to know what Jounouchi was looking at. After a moment's hesitation she stood up, sitting down again next to him. It was a little bit warmer over there, probably because of the close proximity of Jounouchi's body. He briefly glanced in her direction as she sat down, immediately returning his attention to the wallet. "May I see?" she asked, indicating his wallet. He reluctantly handed it over to her, as though parting with it was painful for him. She instantly saw why as she carefully took it in her hands. The first picture was one of him standing next to Yuugi, both of them grinning like idiots. "When was this taken?" she asked, carefully handing it back to him. She had a feeling he would break down should anything happen to the photo.

He sighed, closing his wallet and placing it back in his pocket. "Towards the end of Duelist Kingdom. I wasn't even invited. I only got to go because Yuugi gave me one of his starchips," he said sadly, lowering his head.

She tried to remember everything she could about the results of Duelist Kingdom. Naturally Yuugi had won, but now that she was thinking about it… "You took second place, didn't you?" He looked at her in utter amazement, slowly smiling. He always has to tell people about that little tidbit of information. "That's quite impressive, considering you weren't even invited."

He blushed, turning away and scratching the back of his head. "Thanks," he said shyly. She smiled warmly at him, making herself more comfortable on the couch. Turning back towards her, he leaned back again, smiling slightly. "So, you're still here. I guess you found me more interesting than you thought you would."

"I guess so." Though she really wasn't planning on what she found so interesting. All she needed was for him to start crying on her again. He may think he was of no importance to her because of his lack of connection to Ancient Egypt; however, he was intensely wrong. The bond he shared with Yuugi connected him to the Pharaoh in ways she couldn't understand but was determined to study. "Maybe I've started to see what Kujaku-san finds so fascinating about you."

"Really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. She could almost see his head swelling at the prospect. She closed her eyes, shaking he head. "Well, maybe if you're lucky, I might just give you what Mai wants so much."

She opened her eyes, hers instantly coming in contact with his. They weren't exactly brown; they were more of a delicate mahogany. "Jounouchi, there you are. We've been looking all over for you. Yami no Yuugi is throwing a fit."

They both turned around to face Anzu, Jounouchi cringing at the words "Yami no Yuugi." With a sigh, he stood up, waling over to where Anzu was waiting. "Later, Ishizu," he said, waving to her as he walked out the door.

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