Disclaimer: I don't own Jou, Seto, or any other characters in Yu-gi-oh. So
please don't sue me.
Warnings: This fic yaoi-filled. Not only that, it has lots of swearing. There's a bit of angst, and there will probably be lots of sap in the future. So if any of that offends you, don't read it. You have been warned, so no flames! .
One more note: I have to admit, I've only seen Yu-gi-oh maybe 6 times, and have never read the manga. Thus, the plot is pretty flexible. There is no mention of Duel Monsters in here, and there only might be vague references to it later on. So if you want to call it au, that's fine. If you'd like to think that it happens somewhere on the TV show timeline and that dueling is simply forgotten for a while, that is fine too. I wrote this because I wanted to explore the relationship between Jou and Seto, not necessarily to stay true to the storyline. Also, forgive me if Seto and Jou seem a bit OOC.
By the way, this is written in Jou's point of view.
*****
Me and my big mouth. I always get myself into these kinds of situations.
And exactly what situation is that, you ask?
Let me fill you in.
I am currently standing about 15 feet away from him, attempting to look as angry (if not angrier) than he is, trying to remember what the hell I said to make him so mad. The "him" being none other than Seto Kaiba, of course. Funny thing is, I'm usually the one that's pissed off. I'm usually the one that has to be held back by Yuugi or Honda, who prevent me from beating the shit out of the damn bastard. Now Kaiba's in that position, and I'm the one firing all the insults. Surprising, ne?
Before I continue, let me make something clear. Most people think that I seriously am angry when Kaiba insults me the way he does. I'm not. I'm never as mad as I seem to be. I mean, sure, at first I wanted to kill the son of a bitch. Who wouldn't, after being called a mutt by some rich pig that's supposedly your nemesis?
Then I realized something. I realized that his words shouldn't affect me half as much as they did. I hardly know the guy, right? So why should I care?
But I did care. And I couldn't figure out why.
The attention I got from him, albeit negative, gave me this strange sense of satisfaction. I know, it's weird, and I can't explain it either.
So from then on I always reacted the same towards him-seemingly angry and always hostile. I guess it eventually became a routine; Kaiba calls Jou a dog, Jou lashes out, Yuugi restrains Jou. Kaiba calls Jou a dog, Jou lashes out, Honda restrains Jou. And so it goes, in this never ending circle.
'Cuz If I stopped reacting, stopped being angry, stopped lashing out, he'd stop paying attention to me as well, wouldn't he?
He would. I mean, if you tease someone and they ignore you, you just go on to find someone else to tease, someone who'd react in some way. It's human nature.
Now the big question: Why on God's green earth would I want Seto Kaiba's attention?
Maybe it's because he has power.
Maybe it's because he's stinkin' rich.
But most likely it's because he's hot as hell.
Yep, that's right. I, Jounouchi Katsuya, think Seto Kaiba is hot. No wait, that's an understatement. Handsome. Gorgeous. Sexy. Whatever you want to call it. And anyone who says he isn't is lying through their teeth. Who would've thought that I like boys, anyway? I sure as hell didn't.
Huh. I guess you learn something new every day.
Ok, so back to the lovely situation I'm in.
I finally said something to upset the great Seto Kaiba. And let me tell you, he is mad as hell. Thing is, I can't even remember what it was that I said. Maybe something about Mokuba? I can't think of anything else that'd get him so riled up.
It's a little frightening to see him this way. I never actually planned to fight him physically, and to tell you the truth, I really don't want to. Unfortunately, that appears inevitable now seeing as we're slowly circling each other, ready for a first move to be made.
I am definitely not throwing the first punch. As I said before, I don't want to fight him. Don't thinks it's because I'm a wuss, 'cuz I pride myself on never running from a fight and always standing up for what I believe in. You should know that. It's because I feel that this fight will put a closure to our "relationship", whatever our "relationship" is. (And I use the term very, very loosely.) If he wins, there'd be no reason for him to stick around and "torment" me anymore. Not that I think that he'll win, mind you, but the outcome would be the same if I win, as well. This would prove once and for all who the better man is, and there'd be no more reason to associate with each other afterwards.
But what else can I do? Sling my arm around his shoulders and say "Hey look, Seto, I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it. In fact, I never really did want to fight you. What I'd like to do is take you into that little forest over there, rip off your clothes, run my hands all over your hot, sexy body, and fuck your brains out."
Heh. I think not.
'Sides, Kaiba doesn't seem like someone who'd go for dirty talk. Hahah.
God, he sees me smirking now and probably thinks I'm taunting him again in some way. I quickly change my expression to a frown, but he's already sending daggers my way with his glare. Man, if looks could kill, I would've been six feet under a looong time ago.
It feels like I've been standing here for eternities, but in reality it couldn't have been more than maybe two minutes. You don't know how nerve- wracking it is to be in this standoff. There's so much tension in the air you can almost taste it. Come on, Kaiba! Do something! Run at me, punch me, kick me, I don't care, just do something!
All I can do now is wait for his first move. I said I wouldn't throw the first punch, but that doesn't mean that I'm just gonna stand here while he beats the living daylights out of me. Oh no. That first hit will be enough incentive for me to start pounding his sorry ass into the ground.
Not that way, you perv! Although I certainly wouldn't mind.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. This is just great. I try to will myself to stop thinking about Kaiba in that way but it's too late; I already felt that familiar stir between my legs.
You pick a fan-fucking-tastic time to get a hard-on, Jou.
I'm in more of a panic than I like to admit, but I force myself to calm down.
Okay. alright. Think about boring things, Jou. School, all the Calculus homework that bitch of a teacher assigned for tomorrow, the grass, pretty flowers, rainbows, leprechauns. Yay. Now lets all hold hands and visit the magical fairy in Candyland. (I was being bitterly sarcastic just there, I hope you know.)
This is getting so pathetic. I roll my eyes. At least it got rid of my. ahem. problem.
Oh. Dealing with my "problem", I completely forgot about Kaiba.
You could imagine my shock to find Kaiba charging at me, only about two feet away. My eyes widen slightly for a second, and I feel him tackle me into the mud.
Mud? When had it started raining?
He has me pinned but I force all of my weight up and quickly flip him onto his back. He does the same thing. We keep on rolling, both trying to gain the upper hand. To my surprise he hasn't hit me yet.
Maybe he feels the same way I do?
Hmph. Yeah, right.
He's on top now, and has somehow placed the weight of one of his legs across my knees in such a way that I can't move more than a few inches. He has one of his hands on each of my wrists, twisting my arms and pinning them to the ground. There's no way I can flip him now, much less block off the blow that I know will be coming soon. I close my eyes and prepare myself.
You can take it, Jou. You can take it. You can take it.
I keep repeating that mantra in my head, and I say it maybe ten times before I realize that nothing's happening.
I open my eyes just in time to see Kaiba lean down towards my left ear.
"Now listen to me, Katsuya." He hisses sharply, and continues with the speech.
What's this? All I get is a fucking lecture? Hmm.
I grin inwardly. Maybe, just maybe, if I play my cards right.
It's time to play the part of the helpless victim. I shut my eyes tightly and start to thrash my body as much as I can, but not with enough force to actually do any damage.
"Let me go!" I scream. "Let me up!"
I deserve a fucking Oscar.
Kaiba presses his hands down more firmly, and keeps talking. I stopped listening after the first few words, but I have caught him saying 'Mokuba' several times.
So I was right. I did say something about his brother. Should've known that that topic was off-limits.
Time to put the second part of my plan into action. It's a good thing that Kaiba's body is only inches from mine, or otherwise I wouldn't have been able to reach him, his legs holding me down and all. I lift my thigh up and "accidentally" rub it against his crotch. Repeatedly. If that isn't forward, I don't know what is.
He freezes. He stops talking. I think he also stopped breathing.
I hear the rustle of his clothes as he leans back up. I open my eyes halfway to find him staring at me intently, eyes a little wider than usual, lips parted. My thigh continues to rub him gently, and I feel him start to harden.
Huh. So Seto Kaiba really is just a regular teenager boy with a regular teenage sex-drive. Who would've thought? It sure didn't seem that way.
I lick my bottom lip slowly as I feel Kaiba loosen his grip on me. Feeling that I now have the perfect opportunity, I flip him onto his back and shoot him a quick, suggestive smirk before leaning down and crushing my lips against his. He growls in protest and pushes me back, never once breaking the kiss.
So he likes to be on top. Fine by me.
But gods, he's kissing me back. Seto Kaiba is kissing me. Me, the mutt, of all people. Will the wonders never cease?
Time passed. Don't know how long we stayed like that, making out. 5, 10, 15 minutes? More? Less? I really can't say. My brain turned all mushy-gooey as soon as I felt Kaiba's tongue slipping into my mouth. That's when I completely lost track of everything. I can tell you one thing, though. Kaiba is one helluva kisser.
Finally, he quickly nibbles on my bottom lip and pulls away. He leans back and looks at me, panting. If I didn't know any better, I'd go as far as saying he had on a soft expression, and was almost smiling. But then again, he is Kaiba, and I never know where I stand with him, which drives me crazy.
Is he disgusted with himself for kissing the "dog"? Does he want to strangle me? Maybe he actually liked it.?
I feel like this is probably might be a good time to say something, except that for once, I'm so totally speechless.
"So, umm." I start, before realizing that my voice climbed at least three octaves in pitch, turning into an awkward squeak.
This earns me a low chuckle from Kaiba.
I clamp my jaw shut and break contact with his eyes, blushing furiously.
Great, Jou, he's laughing at you. You managed to make a fucking idiot out of yourself. Yet again.
At last he gets off of me, walks a few steps, and turns around so that I can't see his face. In the meantime I sit up, crossing my legs Indian style, and turn my hands over nervously in my lap. Eternities pass.
I guess it must have been pouring for a while now, 'cuz I notice that both me and Kaiba are drenched to the bone. There is not one inch of dry space on my entire body. Idly I grab the bottom of my shirt and squeeze some water out of it.
I suddenly snap my head up, and an intense wave of resentment washes over me. All I can see is red. My eyes narrow dangerously as I glare at the back of Kaiba's head.
I hate you Kaiba, I hate you. I hate you for what you do to me, you bastard, for how you make me feel.
He throws his head to the side, as though he sensed my glare, and glances at me over his shoulder.
My expression softens significantly and I realize that it's not his fault. None of it is. I should be angry with myself, not him, for acting like a silly pre-teen schoolgirl, with a silly little crush. I'm such an idiot.
"I should be going now," He says abruptly, his words cutting through my thoughts.
I still don't trust my voice, so all I do is nod in response.
He walks over to where our coats lie. Both of us discarded them before our little "battle". He picks up both and tosses me mine. He looks at me again. He opens his mouth, as if to say something, but I guess he decided against it because soon he shuts it. He then turns around and starts walking away.
I watch him walk across the field, through the cement basketball court, and through the little gravel pathway between the tennis courts and school building. He rounds the corner, and I can't see him anymore.
I sigh, then lace my fingers behind my neck and lay down on the grass. Millions of tiny raindrops viciously attack me, and for the first time I'm aware of every single one of them splattering against my body.
Gods, I was so confident before. So confident I knew what I was doing in "seducing" Kaiba. Now I regret it vehemently. I mean, I'm sure it means absolutely nothing to him. And I hate myself because it does mean something to me. I'm not sure why it does, but it does. There's no denying that. For Kaiba, it was probably just an 'easy fuck' type of thing. (Except, of course, we didn't fuck.)
Or maybe it was just another way for him to tease me. To play with my emotions. In fact, now that I think about it, that's most likely it. Jesus Christ, maybe I'll go to school tomorrow only to find that the whole school knows I'm gay. Wouldn't that be fucking perfect. Granted, Kaiba doesn't seem like the type to spread rumors around school just 'cuz he hates someone. That's not his style. And he's not really close to anyone and doesn't have any friends, so I don't know whom he'd tell.
But the possibility is still there.
Jou, what have you gotten yourself into?
I open my eyes, and realize that it's already dark. Shit, what time is it? My dad's gonna kill me. I get up quickly and throw on my coat. I run across the field and hop the fence, heading home. And I still have tons of Calculus homework. This just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?
Tomorrow is not a day I'm looking forward to.
*****
End Notes: ::sigh:: When I first was struck with the idea to write this fic, my intention was to make it three chapters long. Ideally, the 1st chapter was supposed to describe the events of 6 months through Jou's POV. The 2nd chapter was supposed to contain the same events, only Seto's POV. 3rd chapter was supposed to be the solution the problem of the previous chapters and the conclusion, 3rd person POV. After I wrote the beginning (what you just read), I found it to be waaaaaay too long to be only 3 chapters. Hell, The 1st chapter was supposed to have the events of six whole months, and it already took me seven pages to write what, the first 2 hours? I realize now that if I were to write all that I want to, it would take no less than 15 chapters. And frankly, I don't like how this is turning out. I edited this chapter 8 times, being the meticulous editor that I am, and I'm still not happy with the results. Bleh. Alas, I doubt I'll continue this. I appreciate feedback, though! ^-^ Please review and tell me what you think. No flames! Flames are worth neither your time, nor mine, since I am unfazed by them. However, constructive criticism is very much welcomed! Thanks
Warnings: This fic yaoi-filled. Not only that, it has lots of swearing. There's a bit of angst, and there will probably be lots of sap in the future. So if any of that offends you, don't read it. You have been warned, so no flames! .
One more note: I have to admit, I've only seen Yu-gi-oh maybe 6 times, and have never read the manga. Thus, the plot is pretty flexible. There is no mention of Duel Monsters in here, and there only might be vague references to it later on. So if you want to call it au, that's fine. If you'd like to think that it happens somewhere on the TV show timeline and that dueling is simply forgotten for a while, that is fine too. I wrote this because I wanted to explore the relationship between Jou and Seto, not necessarily to stay true to the storyline. Also, forgive me if Seto and Jou seem a bit OOC.
By the way, this is written in Jou's point of view.
*****
Me and my big mouth. I always get myself into these kinds of situations.
And exactly what situation is that, you ask?
Let me fill you in.
I am currently standing about 15 feet away from him, attempting to look as angry (if not angrier) than he is, trying to remember what the hell I said to make him so mad. The "him" being none other than Seto Kaiba, of course. Funny thing is, I'm usually the one that's pissed off. I'm usually the one that has to be held back by Yuugi or Honda, who prevent me from beating the shit out of the damn bastard. Now Kaiba's in that position, and I'm the one firing all the insults. Surprising, ne?
Before I continue, let me make something clear. Most people think that I seriously am angry when Kaiba insults me the way he does. I'm not. I'm never as mad as I seem to be. I mean, sure, at first I wanted to kill the son of a bitch. Who wouldn't, after being called a mutt by some rich pig that's supposedly your nemesis?
Then I realized something. I realized that his words shouldn't affect me half as much as they did. I hardly know the guy, right? So why should I care?
But I did care. And I couldn't figure out why.
The attention I got from him, albeit negative, gave me this strange sense of satisfaction. I know, it's weird, and I can't explain it either.
So from then on I always reacted the same towards him-seemingly angry and always hostile. I guess it eventually became a routine; Kaiba calls Jou a dog, Jou lashes out, Yuugi restrains Jou. Kaiba calls Jou a dog, Jou lashes out, Honda restrains Jou. And so it goes, in this never ending circle.
'Cuz If I stopped reacting, stopped being angry, stopped lashing out, he'd stop paying attention to me as well, wouldn't he?
He would. I mean, if you tease someone and they ignore you, you just go on to find someone else to tease, someone who'd react in some way. It's human nature.
Now the big question: Why on God's green earth would I want Seto Kaiba's attention?
Maybe it's because he has power.
Maybe it's because he's stinkin' rich.
But most likely it's because he's hot as hell.
Yep, that's right. I, Jounouchi Katsuya, think Seto Kaiba is hot. No wait, that's an understatement. Handsome. Gorgeous. Sexy. Whatever you want to call it. And anyone who says he isn't is lying through their teeth. Who would've thought that I like boys, anyway? I sure as hell didn't.
Huh. I guess you learn something new every day.
Ok, so back to the lovely situation I'm in.
I finally said something to upset the great Seto Kaiba. And let me tell you, he is mad as hell. Thing is, I can't even remember what it was that I said. Maybe something about Mokuba? I can't think of anything else that'd get him so riled up.
It's a little frightening to see him this way. I never actually planned to fight him physically, and to tell you the truth, I really don't want to. Unfortunately, that appears inevitable now seeing as we're slowly circling each other, ready for a first move to be made.
I am definitely not throwing the first punch. As I said before, I don't want to fight him. Don't thinks it's because I'm a wuss, 'cuz I pride myself on never running from a fight and always standing up for what I believe in. You should know that. It's because I feel that this fight will put a closure to our "relationship", whatever our "relationship" is. (And I use the term very, very loosely.) If he wins, there'd be no reason for him to stick around and "torment" me anymore. Not that I think that he'll win, mind you, but the outcome would be the same if I win, as well. This would prove once and for all who the better man is, and there'd be no more reason to associate with each other afterwards.
But what else can I do? Sling my arm around his shoulders and say "Hey look, Seto, I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it. In fact, I never really did want to fight you. What I'd like to do is take you into that little forest over there, rip off your clothes, run my hands all over your hot, sexy body, and fuck your brains out."
Heh. I think not.
'Sides, Kaiba doesn't seem like someone who'd go for dirty talk. Hahah.
God, he sees me smirking now and probably thinks I'm taunting him again in some way. I quickly change my expression to a frown, but he's already sending daggers my way with his glare. Man, if looks could kill, I would've been six feet under a looong time ago.
It feels like I've been standing here for eternities, but in reality it couldn't have been more than maybe two minutes. You don't know how nerve- wracking it is to be in this standoff. There's so much tension in the air you can almost taste it. Come on, Kaiba! Do something! Run at me, punch me, kick me, I don't care, just do something!
All I can do now is wait for his first move. I said I wouldn't throw the first punch, but that doesn't mean that I'm just gonna stand here while he beats the living daylights out of me. Oh no. That first hit will be enough incentive for me to start pounding his sorry ass into the ground.
Not that way, you perv! Although I certainly wouldn't mind.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. This is just great. I try to will myself to stop thinking about Kaiba in that way but it's too late; I already felt that familiar stir between my legs.
You pick a fan-fucking-tastic time to get a hard-on, Jou.
I'm in more of a panic than I like to admit, but I force myself to calm down.
Okay. alright. Think about boring things, Jou. School, all the Calculus homework that bitch of a teacher assigned for tomorrow, the grass, pretty flowers, rainbows, leprechauns. Yay. Now lets all hold hands and visit the magical fairy in Candyland. (I was being bitterly sarcastic just there, I hope you know.)
This is getting so pathetic. I roll my eyes. At least it got rid of my. ahem. problem.
Oh. Dealing with my "problem", I completely forgot about Kaiba.
You could imagine my shock to find Kaiba charging at me, only about two feet away. My eyes widen slightly for a second, and I feel him tackle me into the mud.
Mud? When had it started raining?
He has me pinned but I force all of my weight up and quickly flip him onto his back. He does the same thing. We keep on rolling, both trying to gain the upper hand. To my surprise he hasn't hit me yet.
Maybe he feels the same way I do?
Hmph. Yeah, right.
He's on top now, and has somehow placed the weight of one of his legs across my knees in such a way that I can't move more than a few inches. He has one of his hands on each of my wrists, twisting my arms and pinning them to the ground. There's no way I can flip him now, much less block off the blow that I know will be coming soon. I close my eyes and prepare myself.
You can take it, Jou. You can take it. You can take it.
I keep repeating that mantra in my head, and I say it maybe ten times before I realize that nothing's happening.
I open my eyes just in time to see Kaiba lean down towards my left ear.
"Now listen to me, Katsuya." He hisses sharply, and continues with the speech.
What's this? All I get is a fucking lecture? Hmm.
I grin inwardly. Maybe, just maybe, if I play my cards right.
It's time to play the part of the helpless victim. I shut my eyes tightly and start to thrash my body as much as I can, but not with enough force to actually do any damage.
"Let me go!" I scream. "Let me up!"
I deserve a fucking Oscar.
Kaiba presses his hands down more firmly, and keeps talking. I stopped listening after the first few words, but I have caught him saying 'Mokuba' several times.
So I was right. I did say something about his brother. Should've known that that topic was off-limits.
Time to put the second part of my plan into action. It's a good thing that Kaiba's body is only inches from mine, or otherwise I wouldn't have been able to reach him, his legs holding me down and all. I lift my thigh up and "accidentally" rub it against his crotch. Repeatedly. If that isn't forward, I don't know what is.
He freezes. He stops talking. I think he also stopped breathing.
I hear the rustle of his clothes as he leans back up. I open my eyes halfway to find him staring at me intently, eyes a little wider than usual, lips parted. My thigh continues to rub him gently, and I feel him start to harden.
Huh. So Seto Kaiba really is just a regular teenager boy with a regular teenage sex-drive. Who would've thought? It sure didn't seem that way.
I lick my bottom lip slowly as I feel Kaiba loosen his grip on me. Feeling that I now have the perfect opportunity, I flip him onto his back and shoot him a quick, suggestive smirk before leaning down and crushing my lips against his. He growls in protest and pushes me back, never once breaking the kiss.
So he likes to be on top. Fine by me.
But gods, he's kissing me back. Seto Kaiba is kissing me. Me, the mutt, of all people. Will the wonders never cease?
Time passed. Don't know how long we stayed like that, making out. 5, 10, 15 minutes? More? Less? I really can't say. My brain turned all mushy-gooey as soon as I felt Kaiba's tongue slipping into my mouth. That's when I completely lost track of everything. I can tell you one thing, though. Kaiba is one helluva kisser.
Finally, he quickly nibbles on my bottom lip and pulls away. He leans back and looks at me, panting. If I didn't know any better, I'd go as far as saying he had on a soft expression, and was almost smiling. But then again, he is Kaiba, and I never know where I stand with him, which drives me crazy.
Is he disgusted with himself for kissing the "dog"? Does he want to strangle me? Maybe he actually liked it.?
I feel like this is probably might be a good time to say something, except that for once, I'm so totally speechless.
"So, umm." I start, before realizing that my voice climbed at least three octaves in pitch, turning into an awkward squeak.
This earns me a low chuckle from Kaiba.
I clamp my jaw shut and break contact with his eyes, blushing furiously.
Great, Jou, he's laughing at you. You managed to make a fucking idiot out of yourself. Yet again.
At last he gets off of me, walks a few steps, and turns around so that I can't see his face. In the meantime I sit up, crossing my legs Indian style, and turn my hands over nervously in my lap. Eternities pass.
I guess it must have been pouring for a while now, 'cuz I notice that both me and Kaiba are drenched to the bone. There is not one inch of dry space on my entire body. Idly I grab the bottom of my shirt and squeeze some water out of it.
I suddenly snap my head up, and an intense wave of resentment washes over me. All I can see is red. My eyes narrow dangerously as I glare at the back of Kaiba's head.
I hate you Kaiba, I hate you. I hate you for what you do to me, you bastard, for how you make me feel.
He throws his head to the side, as though he sensed my glare, and glances at me over his shoulder.
My expression softens significantly and I realize that it's not his fault. None of it is. I should be angry with myself, not him, for acting like a silly pre-teen schoolgirl, with a silly little crush. I'm such an idiot.
"I should be going now," He says abruptly, his words cutting through my thoughts.
I still don't trust my voice, so all I do is nod in response.
He walks over to where our coats lie. Both of us discarded them before our little "battle". He picks up both and tosses me mine. He looks at me again. He opens his mouth, as if to say something, but I guess he decided against it because soon he shuts it. He then turns around and starts walking away.
I watch him walk across the field, through the cement basketball court, and through the little gravel pathway between the tennis courts and school building. He rounds the corner, and I can't see him anymore.
I sigh, then lace my fingers behind my neck and lay down on the grass. Millions of tiny raindrops viciously attack me, and for the first time I'm aware of every single one of them splattering against my body.
Gods, I was so confident before. So confident I knew what I was doing in "seducing" Kaiba. Now I regret it vehemently. I mean, I'm sure it means absolutely nothing to him. And I hate myself because it does mean something to me. I'm not sure why it does, but it does. There's no denying that. For Kaiba, it was probably just an 'easy fuck' type of thing. (Except, of course, we didn't fuck.)
Or maybe it was just another way for him to tease me. To play with my emotions. In fact, now that I think about it, that's most likely it. Jesus Christ, maybe I'll go to school tomorrow only to find that the whole school knows I'm gay. Wouldn't that be fucking perfect. Granted, Kaiba doesn't seem like the type to spread rumors around school just 'cuz he hates someone. That's not his style. And he's not really close to anyone and doesn't have any friends, so I don't know whom he'd tell.
But the possibility is still there.
Jou, what have you gotten yourself into?
I open my eyes, and realize that it's already dark. Shit, what time is it? My dad's gonna kill me. I get up quickly and throw on my coat. I run across the field and hop the fence, heading home. And I still have tons of Calculus homework. This just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?
Tomorrow is not a day I'm looking forward to.
*****
End Notes: ::sigh:: When I first was struck with the idea to write this fic, my intention was to make it three chapters long. Ideally, the 1st chapter was supposed to describe the events of 6 months through Jou's POV. The 2nd chapter was supposed to contain the same events, only Seto's POV. 3rd chapter was supposed to be the solution the problem of the previous chapters and the conclusion, 3rd person POV. After I wrote the beginning (what you just read), I found it to be waaaaaay too long to be only 3 chapters. Hell, The 1st chapter was supposed to have the events of six whole months, and it already took me seven pages to write what, the first 2 hours? I realize now that if I were to write all that I want to, it would take no less than 15 chapters. And frankly, I don't like how this is turning out. I edited this chapter 8 times, being the meticulous editor that I am, and I'm still not happy with the results. Bleh. Alas, I doubt I'll continue this. I appreciate feedback, though! ^-^ Please review and tell me what you think. No flames! Flames are worth neither your time, nor mine, since I am unfazed by them. However, constructive criticism is very much welcomed! Thanks