I don't own YGO, yadda yadda, blah blah blah
Bony, knuckly, all his joints are too big, and his shoulders are too big, grown-up muscles not there yet to cover his teenage bone structure. Jounuchi's no Cynthia, that's just too laughable. But he's here, and the Master of Duelist Kingdom wants someone to share his celebration.
Who else is there? Croquet? Cynthia, up there on the wall in her frame, all quiet like she never lived at all? Or Funny Bunny, who's also just a picture, framed by the cover of a comic book? Is he supposed to celebrate with the Kaiba brothers, twin dolls now, sharing matching cells across from each other, and as silent as the pictures? The blond boy went walking after bedtime. Poor kid, he'll be sorry he picked now to go to the bathroom!
"Jounuchi," isn't it? He gives a start as he hears the voice right in back of him. He's got to know it's Pegasus' voice, he's been in the tournament since the beginning, but he looks backward, and his big round eyes get bigger and rounder. "Katsuya Jounuchi," with a laugh (which the boy doesn't share), "I do my homework, you're one of the semi-finalists aren't you?"
His reputation precedes him. Jounuchi's mouth's a circle, his eyes are circles, he's a veritable cartoon of terror, and he's standing right where he was, like he's rooted to the ground. It amuses Pegasus to play with the blond hair at the nape of his neck, to see if he can make it stand on end. "What do you think I'm going to do with you," he asks, and then, after an impossibly short time, "no answer? Cat got your tongue? You want to go back and play with your little friends don't you?"
What is it Kaiba called this one? Puppy, wasn't it? He is rather like a puppy, he's so awkward, and he leans into Pegasus' petting even while the fear stays in his eyes. It would be interesting to find out where else he likes to be petted.
"Come, I'm your host," he makes his voice caressing, as caressing as his hand, which is still playing with the boy's hair. "Can't you at least pretend some appreciation? Have a drink with me, toast my victory against Kaiba-boi. I don't bite," with a chuckle, "not very much anyway," he says.
Jounuchi will pee his pants if he keeps this up, which might be amusing for some people, in some really perverted context. It's not his cup of tea though, in fact none of this is, what the hell does he want with a scrawny teenage boy (who'd probably scream if you took him from behind, he'd scream once while you ripped his pants out of the way, and he'd scream again, louder, when he climaxed)? He wants his Cynthia, and he's within a couple of duels of getting her back. Abruptly, he releases the boy.
"Go back to your friends," he says, and his voice is suddenly dull, "get some rest before your duel tomorrow." Jounuchi scuttles off before he's even done talking. He doesn't look back, his blond head just bobs down the hallway and he's gone. The Master of Duelist Kingdom is left all alone, in the castle that's all his, with the victory that's all his. And he's got no one to share any of it with, no one but the beautiful, quiet girl in the portrait.