Yeah, another story! This one will be short though. It will be around two
chapters, if I do everything as planned.
Weeh, I'm feeling warm and fuzzy inside today, so I'll just do what I want I wanna write Seto/Jou!!
Joey will be called Jou and Seto will be called... well, Seto
Disclaimer: My birthday is in two months, so I don't even own the original Japanese episodes of Yu-Gi-Oh! Do you expect from me to own the WHOLE thing then?
Have fun reading!
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Seto's POV:
"You know that if I win the third time I have one wish free?" Yuugi teased him mercilessly. As if he forgot! Seto growled lowly in the back of his throat. The little twit and his other were as annoying as ever.
He had to win! There was no way around it. He couldn't lose again. And he wasn't about t give in.
"Well, you shouldn't talk, Yuugi." he spit out sharply. "If -you- lose, -I- will have a wish free. We are equal right now, so shut up and go on!"
A frown of concentration came across Yuugi's face as he grew serious again and looked at his deck, which lay on his desk. He drew a card, hesitating slightly as his hand hovered over the pack of cards. That made Seto smirk. Uncertainty. Nervousness. He loved seeing that on his opponent.
"Now you draw." Yuugi said, a strangely satisfied grin touching his lips.
Seto didn't reply, wondering what the glint of poise in his eyes meant, but naturally he didn't let that show on his face. Reaching out to his own deck, resting peacefully beside Yuugi's, he took a card. His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at it. Saggi, the clown. It couldn't have got worse. The card was weak and useless and didn't even have thousand Attack Points. He met Yuugi's eyes over the edge of his card and swallowed a shocked gasp. The other boy knew. He knew. He could clearly see that, all written over his face.
'Cheater.' he thought raging.
Yuugi turned the card in his own hand around, the image of the Dark Magician flashing in the light of the classroom. The creature seemed to sneer at him in triumph.
"I win." Yuugi said cheerfully.
"How would you know that?!" Seto demanded to know harshly, hardly holding back stomping with his food furiously.
"If you could see your own face, Kaiba, you surely knew, too." a new voice cut in and Honda walked up to the desk with the cards, letting his schoolbag drop beside it.
"Where's Jou?" Yuugi's attention switched from the game to his friend.
"He phoned in yesterday and told me he's ill." Honda shrugged nonchalantly.
"Lazy mutt." Seto didn't regret saying that as the fierce looks of Yuugi and Honda flashed to him. "I bet he's just sleeping away his idiocy."
"Kaiba!" Honda stepped closer with narrowed eyes but Yuugi held him back with a simple gesture.
'Yeah, keep your dog at a short leash.' Kaiba grinned at the thought. His grin faded though as he heard the next words.
"You lost, Kaiba. It's time I get my wish granted."
Seto scowled, but nodded defeated after a brief pause. How he hated that superior stance of Yuugi. Or was it his weird other self? He long since had stopped searching for signs of him appearing.
"You will..." Yuugi looked thoughtful for a few seconds. "...I want you to go to the school-dance tomorrow. With Jou."
For a few seconds Seto merely stared at the other boy as if he hadn't heard right. Then he nearly choked, muttering a curse. "Why that?"
"He will be a pain in your ass, of course. He already agreed. Pick him up tomorrow at 8.30 p.m." Yuugi smiled a wicked smile before taking his deck and leaving class, Honda trailing at his heel, his face white and his hand fisted angrily around his schoolbag. He could be heard ranting outside the door about 'sending that bastard to Jou'. Seto was left standing there frozen in amazement.
'The mutt agreed going out with me?!' The CEO suddenly felt like someone had turned a bucket full of cold water around over his head, flinching. 'What does THAT mean?!'
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Jou's POV:
He shifted uncomfortably in his bed, whimpering as hot pain shot through his bruised stomach. Man, that hurt. His dad was able to kick quite hard if he wanted to. He would have gone to school today but then decided that it was for the better not to raise suspicion. He barely had been able to walk properly and his friends would have noticed that. Well, at least now he felt better. His wounds healed very fast.
It was early evening and he knew the school-dance was about to start. He couldn't go. He had nobody to go there with. And he didn't want to feel like the fifth wheel and left out in the end. Everyone had their loved ones with them, except for Honda, who wouldn't go either, because he had promised Shizuka to stay with her tonight. Jou sighed. How he wished he could go there. But there was another reason he couldn't, even if someone had asked him. Hell, he himself would have asked someone if he so desperately needed to and he knew the chance that his chosen partner refused to come along was very slim. But there was something holding him back. He wanted only one person to go there with him. A special person.
"Seto.", he sighed, his voice strained, as if it pained him to no end to speak the name out loud. No, not pain. That wasn't it. It rather was fear. The thought of Seto Kaiba scared him. Scared him more than anything else. He felt drawn to him like an addict to his rare drug, reaching out to it though he knew it would kill him in the end. That was what he feared. That at some point in time he couldn't hold back anymore, like the addict when staring at his most needed drug for too long. He feared the moment the craving inside of him grew too strong, feared that he would be reaching out for Seto then, letting all his carefully built barriers fall. So he turned away every time he saw him come his way. He didn't look into his cerulean eyes, so blue and icy, they surely could freeze an ocean with their intensity. Those eyes... they were the drug his inner addict so badly wanted, so badly needed. If he acknowledged them in any way, he would reach out, grabbing what his hands needed to feel, taking what his soul needed to touch, to wrap itself around, to submit to.
He was scared, his body stiff and his fingers shaking. The mere thought of holding Seto, of being held by him, of being cradled by him, made him shiver in delight and excitement. But his fears also increased and he quickly hid under the cover of his bed, ignoring the stab of pain in his stomach and curling into a fetal position, trying to calm his breath, which came in shuddering, uneven pants.
Seto would kill him if he ever found out about these fantasies. If he knew he imagined his hands touching his tingling skin, his eyes blazing with warm fire, burning themselves into his being. His whole body trembled now, as a mixture of longing and fright shot through him. He restlessly turned around, his feet stretching again, the sheet slipping off his face and allowing cool air to touch his hot face. He stared at the ceiling, wondering what it would be like. How it would feel to be claimed by Seto, to belong to Seto. To be with him.
Moaning slightly in exhaustion and something far too deep to describe, he tried to pry his thoughts away from the brunette. He rubbed his face and eyes, the skin under his fingers too warm. It was no distraction, reminding him only of the cause of the unnerving heat. Seto.
He groaned, letting the sheet fully fall from his body and stood up. He stretched, thinking about how Seto would look while doing that. Delicious.
The ringing of the doorbell made him jump out of his savouring thoughts. He cursed under his breath and stormed out of his room fuming to make whoever was there pay for disturbing him. Only few people knew where he lived, his father had the key and so he expected it to be anyone but the one standing there at his doorstep as he opened, looking very pissed.
Seto Kaiba.
Jou nearly fainted.
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Seto's POV:
He had had no clue where the blonde lived and now that he finally found out, he was in a bad mood. He felt forced into doing the whole thing and that didn't help any to lift his spirits either. Even less did the fact help that Mokuba had laughed his head off at the prospect of his big brother going out with a low life as Jounouchi Katsuya. Of course Mokuba would see it in another light – well, he wouldn't have called the mutt a low life because strangely enough they were friends. But that didn't make it less ridiculous. He was dating -the mutt-! Him! Of all people! Yuugi exactly knew how to make him miserable.
He stomped to the mutts front door, ignoring the shabby condition of his surrounding, and rang the doorbell, feeling his lousy mood radiating from him like he was electrically charged. He really wouldn't have minded going somewhere with Jounouchi sometime. Really. Only if his brother had pleaded for him to do so, of course. Then he would have got him drunk and laughed in his face. Perhaps. Probably. He growled, his muscles tensed.
The door opened with an unbearable screech of metal that hadn't been oiled in years. Seto couldn't help it but cringe. And if he had known they would stand there for long minutes just staring at each other dumfounded, he certainly wouldn't have left his trench coat in the car. Not that he was cold... but it would have covered him somewhat. The blonde's looks were making him feel very naked somehow.
He forgot about that though as he took in the mutt's appearance, noticing how slim he looked in his boxer shorts and skin-clinging shirt. He swallowed, not even wondering why Jounouchi wasn't ready to go. Instead his eyes roamed his barely clad figure, darkening to a deeper shade of blue as they found slender legs and soft-curved hips. He didn't dare to blink as they wandered higher over his flat stomach and firm chest and up to the ruffled mass of his blond hair, shimmering in the moonlight, falling down into his eyes. He almost forgot to breath then and surely would have done so, if the mutt didn't avert his eyes the way he did.
'Look up.', he demanded silently, stepping closer and straining his senses to take in his forced date more thoroughly.
"What... what are you doing here?" Jounouchi said quietly, crossing his arms and frowning at the ground.
"Did you forget?" Seto asked incredulously.
"Forget what?"
Seto couldn't believe it. Jounouchi Katsuya forgot! Him! Nobody forgot an appointed date with him so easily. That just wasn't right!
"We were supposed to go to the school-dance together, mutt." he said flatly.
"What?" The mutt's confused eyes shot up to him but quickly shifted to a spot beside his head before they could actually meet. Seto was mesmerised by their colour though, not able to remember when they had locked eyes last time. It was amazing. Such sort of colour it was... Moonlight tinted honey, shining like gold bathed in transparent silver. Breathtakingly beautiful. He wished he were a painter, so he could take a brush and catch the sight forever.
"Explain that." The blonde squirmed looking around searching as if he was sure there was a trap. Then he cast his eyes down, freeing Seto from his trance, and fiddled with his fingers in front of his lap, interlacing them after a few minutes of silence and holding them still.
"I lost to Yuugi at that stupid game and agreed to go to the school-dance with you." Seto said, trying to sound careless even though hot excitement ran through his veins at the moment. He wanted to see those enchanting eyes again but knew if he did, he was doomed.
"What game?" The mutt sounded clueless and seemed to be sincere, Seto thought. Had Yuugi done that on purpose, knowing his pride didn't allow him to back out of this one? Certainly he and his bunch of friends never expected them to turn up at school and laughed about him behind their backs now. Seto didn't like that and he felt even greater determination to prove that he could make it there without looking bothered by it. Well, he was bothered but in a slightly different way now. He decided to take Jounouchi out to the school-dance, even if there was the chance now of getting away with a good reason at hand. And he wasn't too sure he wanted to do that. The mutt was his for the evening. He found himself smirking at that prospect. All his tonight.
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Jou's POV:
He shivered. Seto kept looking at him with such intensity that he could feel his eyes burn down his bare skin. He avoided meeting those eyes. He was yearning to do so but refused himself that pleasure. He wanted to drown in that molten cerulean blue because most of the time it was a frozen blue – passion touched azure. He somehow knew that they were molten now and he wondered what had fazed them this night. It was something special, so rare. He wanted to see them, desperately wanted to store that image somewhere. Soon they would be frozen again. Beautiful but tainted with bitterness.
"What game?", he repeated his earlier question, finding it difficult to keep his voice steady.
"It was so simple. I was sure I'd win." Out of the corner of his eye Jou saw Seto shaking his head. "We both drew cards and the one with the highest Attack Points won. Who first won three times was the winner and could wish whatever he wanted. Yuugi won, the cheater. Somehow he knew which card I drew without looking at it."
"I suppose it was his other self.", Jou heard himself stutter, trying to keep the word in his head coherent. "He is able to use his shadow magic to manipulate the cards. I have never seen him do that though. I thought Yuugi had him under control by now."
"Indeed." Seto sounded not very happy right now. "So let's get going."
"W-what?!" Jou almost lost his balance and fell down to the floor, barely staying upright. "Why? I thought Yuugi cheated?"
Jou dearly hoped Seto would back out now and just go away. He was scared and uncertain. And he didn't want the brunette to find out how he felt towards him. Not yet. Not ever.
"Yeah and he lied." Seto said angrily. "He told me you agreed with the whole thing. It seems like he just sent me here so you could have a good laugh at me. Well, I won't let him do that. I will take you to the school- dance now. See how he reacts to that. Come on!"
"I am not properly clothed, Kaiba." Jou squirmed under Seto's following stare, but managed not to run in and smash the door close or throw himself into the CEO's arms.
"Then go in and put on something decent if you even possess that."
"And if I don't want to come with you?" Jou snapped, gritting his teeth.
"Then I'll drag you, mutt – with or without you changing clothes." Jou could hear the smirk lacing the words and backed away, instantly falling into a defensive stance.
"Don't you dare!" he murmured, stepping back into the house and attempting to close the door, only to feel his wrist captured in a strong grip. He gulped. Obviously Seto did mean what he had said.
"Don't -you- dare." Seto said in a demanding tone of voice, but yet somewhat gentle. Jou was scared. He stared at his wrist, willing the hand around it to let go, to let him flee. It didn't.
Seto didn't relinquish his hold and Jou was left torn between the desire to run and the burning need to take that soft hand on his wrist and bathe it in butterfly-kisses, then taste the pure skin, exploring the new territory with every sense his tongue offered him.
He couldn't go with Seto. He suddenly realised that he wouldn't last an hour without acting on the instincts the brunette awakened in him. And that meant instant doom.
"Come in."
He couldn't help it though. And frankly... he didn't care. A date with Seto was worth every doom that was sure to come upon him.
Silently he closed the door behind them.
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To be Continued...
That was it for now. What do you think?
Please tell me if there are horrible mistakes. Since I'm from Germany it really helps me to improve my English, you know.
Tara's Nonsense #2:
Did you know how much of Yu-Gi-Oh! has been changed in America? Germany bought the series from America so we have the same on TV. Many people started to compare it to the original and I realised that almost everything is different. -.-
One example:
Did you know Jou died during Battle City and it wasn't even mentioned? Instead we were being told he was unconscious or something like that and I was left wondering why everybody cried. Now I know and now it makes sense.
I dearly wish to see the original. I have to wait until my birthday, then I get the DVDs from ebay. Until then I have to be patient sobs
Tara's Nonsense #2 – End
Bye
Tara
Weeh, I'm feeling warm and fuzzy inside today, so I'll just do what I want I wanna write Seto/Jou!!
Joey will be called Jou and Seto will be called... well, Seto
Disclaimer: My birthday is in two months, so I don't even own the original Japanese episodes of Yu-Gi-Oh! Do you expect from me to own the WHOLE thing then?
Have fun reading!
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Seto's POV:
"You know that if I win the third time I have one wish free?" Yuugi teased him mercilessly. As if he forgot! Seto growled lowly in the back of his throat. The little twit and his other were as annoying as ever.
He had to win! There was no way around it. He couldn't lose again. And he wasn't about t give in.
"Well, you shouldn't talk, Yuugi." he spit out sharply. "If -you- lose, -I- will have a wish free. We are equal right now, so shut up and go on!"
A frown of concentration came across Yuugi's face as he grew serious again and looked at his deck, which lay on his desk. He drew a card, hesitating slightly as his hand hovered over the pack of cards. That made Seto smirk. Uncertainty. Nervousness. He loved seeing that on his opponent.
"Now you draw." Yuugi said, a strangely satisfied grin touching his lips.
Seto didn't reply, wondering what the glint of poise in his eyes meant, but naturally he didn't let that show on his face. Reaching out to his own deck, resting peacefully beside Yuugi's, he took a card. His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at it. Saggi, the clown. It couldn't have got worse. The card was weak and useless and didn't even have thousand Attack Points. He met Yuugi's eyes over the edge of his card and swallowed a shocked gasp. The other boy knew. He knew. He could clearly see that, all written over his face.
'Cheater.' he thought raging.
Yuugi turned the card in his own hand around, the image of the Dark Magician flashing in the light of the classroom. The creature seemed to sneer at him in triumph.
"I win." Yuugi said cheerfully.
"How would you know that?!" Seto demanded to know harshly, hardly holding back stomping with his food furiously.
"If you could see your own face, Kaiba, you surely knew, too." a new voice cut in and Honda walked up to the desk with the cards, letting his schoolbag drop beside it.
"Where's Jou?" Yuugi's attention switched from the game to his friend.
"He phoned in yesterday and told me he's ill." Honda shrugged nonchalantly.
"Lazy mutt." Seto didn't regret saying that as the fierce looks of Yuugi and Honda flashed to him. "I bet he's just sleeping away his idiocy."
"Kaiba!" Honda stepped closer with narrowed eyes but Yuugi held him back with a simple gesture.
'Yeah, keep your dog at a short leash.' Kaiba grinned at the thought. His grin faded though as he heard the next words.
"You lost, Kaiba. It's time I get my wish granted."
Seto scowled, but nodded defeated after a brief pause. How he hated that superior stance of Yuugi. Or was it his weird other self? He long since had stopped searching for signs of him appearing.
"You will..." Yuugi looked thoughtful for a few seconds. "...I want you to go to the school-dance tomorrow. With Jou."
For a few seconds Seto merely stared at the other boy as if he hadn't heard right. Then he nearly choked, muttering a curse. "Why that?"
"He will be a pain in your ass, of course. He already agreed. Pick him up tomorrow at 8.30 p.m." Yuugi smiled a wicked smile before taking his deck and leaving class, Honda trailing at his heel, his face white and his hand fisted angrily around his schoolbag. He could be heard ranting outside the door about 'sending that bastard to Jou'. Seto was left standing there frozen in amazement.
'The mutt agreed going out with me?!' The CEO suddenly felt like someone had turned a bucket full of cold water around over his head, flinching. 'What does THAT mean?!'
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Jou's POV:
He shifted uncomfortably in his bed, whimpering as hot pain shot through his bruised stomach. Man, that hurt. His dad was able to kick quite hard if he wanted to. He would have gone to school today but then decided that it was for the better not to raise suspicion. He barely had been able to walk properly and his friends would have noticed that. Well, at least now he felt better. His wounds healed very fast.
It was early evening and he knew the school-dance was about to start. He couldn't go. He had nobody to go there with. And he didn't want to feel like the fifth wheel and left out in the end. Everyone had their loved ones with them, except for Honda, who wouldn't go either, because he had promised Shizuka to stay with her tonight. Jou sighed. How he wished he could go there. But there was another reason he couldn't, even if someone had asked him. Hell, he himself would have asked someone if he so desperately needed to and he knew the chance that his chosen partner refused to come along was very slim. But there was something holding him back. He wanted only one person to go there with him. A special person.
"Seto.", he sighed, his voice strained, as if it pained him to no end to speak the name out loud. No, not pain. That wasn't it. It rather was fear. The thought of Seto Kaiba scared him. Scared him more than anything else. He felt drawn to him like an addict to his rare drug, reaching out to it though he knew it would kill him in the end. That was what he feared. That at some point in time he couldn't hold back anymore, like the addict when staring at his most needed drug for too long. He feared the moment the craving inside of him grew too strong, feared that he would be reaching out for Seto then, letting all his carefully built barriers fall. So he turned away every time he saw him come his way. He didn't look into his cerulean eyes, so blue and icy, they surely could freeze an ocean with their intensity. Those eyes... they were the drug his inner addict so badly wanted, so badly needed. If he acknowledged them in any way, he would reach out, grabbing what his hands needed to feel, taking what his soul needed to touch, to wrap itself around, to submit to.
He was scared, his body stiff and his fingers shaking. The mere thought of holding Seto, of being held by him, of being cradled by him, made him shiver in delight and excitement. But his fears also increased and he quickly hid under the cover of his bed, ignoring the stab of pain in his stomach and curling into a fetal position, trying to calm his breath, which came in shuddering, uneven pants.
Seto would kill him if he ever found out about these fantasies. If he knew he imagined his hands touching his tingling skin, his eyes blazing with warm fire, burning themselves into his being. His whole body trembled now, as a mixture of longing and fright shot through him. He restlessly turned around, his feet stretching again, the sheet slipping off his face and allowing cool air to touch his hot face. He stared at the ceiling, wondering what it would be like. How it would feel to be claimed by Seto, to belong to Seto. To be with him.
Moaning slightly in exhaustion and something far too deep to describe, he tried to pry his thoughts away from the brunette. He rubbed his face and eyes, the skin under his fingers too warm. It was no distraction, reminding him only of the cause of the unnerving heat. Seto.
He groaned, letting the sheet fully fall from his body and stood up. He stretched, thinking about how Seto would look while doing that. Delicious.
The ringing of the doorbell made him jump out of his savouring thoughts. He cursed under his breath and stormed out of his room fuming to make whoever was there pay for disturbing him. Only few people knew where he lived, his father had the key and so he expected it to be anyone but the one standing there at his doorstep as he opened, looking very pissed.
Seto Kaiba.
Jou nearly fainted.
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Seto's POV:
He had had no clue where the blonde lived and now that he finally found out, he was in a bad mood. He felt forced into doing the whole thing and that didn't help any to lift his spirits either. Even less did the fact help that Mokuba had laughed his head off at the prospect of his big brother going out with a low life as Jounouchi Katsuya. Of course Mokuba would see it in another light – well, he wouldn't have called the mutt a low life because strangely enough they were friends. But that didn't make it less ridiculous. He was dating -the mutt-! Him! Of all people! Yuugi exactly knew how to make him miserable.
He stomped to the mutts front door, ignoring the shabby condition of his surrounding, and rang the doorbell, feeling his lousy mood radiating from him like he was electrically charged. He really wouldn't have minded going somewhere with Jounouchi sometime. Really. Only if his brother had pleaded for him to do so, of course. Then he would have got him drunk and laughed in his face. Perhaps. Probably. He growled, his muscles tensed.
The door opened with an unbearable screech of metal that hadn't been oiled in years. Seto couldn't help it but cringe. And if he had known they would stand there for long minutes just staring at each other dumfounded, he certainly wouldn't have left his trench coat in the car. Not that he was cold... but it would have covered him somewhat. The blonde's looks were making him feel very naked somehow.
He forgot about that though as he took in the mutt's appearance, noticing how slim he looked in his boxer shorts and skin-clinging shirt. He swallowed, not even wondering why Jounouchi wasn't ready to go. Instead his eyes roamed his barely clad figure, darkening to a deeper shade of blue as they found slender legs and soft-curved hips. He didn't dare to blink as they wandered higher over his flat stomach and firm chest and up to the ruffled mass of his blond hair, shimmering in the moonlight, falling down into his eyes. He almost forgot to breath then and surely would have done so, if the mutt didn't avert his eyes the way he did.
'Look up.', he demanded silently, stepping closer and straining his senses to take in his forced date more thoroughly.
"What... what are you doing here?" Jounouchi said quietly, crossing his arms and frowning at the ground.
"Did you forget?" Seto asked incredulously.
"Forget what?"
Seto couldn't believe it. Jounouchi Katsuya forgot! Him! Nobody forgot an appointed date with him so easily. That just wasn't right!
"We were supposed to go to the school-dance together, mutt." he said flatly.
"What?" The mutt's confused eyes shot up to him but quickly shifted to a spot beside his head before they could actually meet. Seto was mesmerised by their colour though, not able to remember when they had locked eyes last time. It was amazing. Such sort of colour it was... Moonlight tinted honey, shining like gold bathed in transparent silver. Breathtakingly beautiful. He wished he were a painter, so he could take a brush and catch the sight forever.
"Explain that." The blonde squirmed looking around searching as if he was sure there was a trap. Then he cast his eyes down, freeing Seto from his trance, and fiddled with his fingers in front of his lap, interlacing them after a few minutes of silence and holding them still.
"I lost to Yuugi at that stupid game and agreed to go to the school-dance with you." Seto said, trying to sound careless even though hot excitement ran through his veins at the moment. He wanted to see those enchanting eyes again but knew if he did, he was doomed.
"What game?" The mutt sounded clueless and seemed to be sincere, Seto thought. Had Yuugi done that on purpose, knowing his pride didn't allow him to back out of this one? Certainly he and his bunch of friends never expected them to turn up at school and laughed about him behind their backs now. Seto didn't like that and he felt even greater determination to prove that he could make it there without looking bothered by it. Well, he was bothered but in a slightly different way now. He decided to take Jounouchi out to the school-dance, even if there was the chance now of getting away with a good reason at hand. And he wasn't too sure he wanted to do that. The mutt was his for the evening. He found himself smirking at that prospect. All his tonight.
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Jou's POV:
He shivered. Seto kept looking at him with such intensity that he could feel his eyes burn down his bare skin. He avoided meeting those eyes. He was yearning to do so but refused himself that pleasure. He wanted to drown in that molten cerulean blue because most of the time it was a frozen blue – passion touched azure. He somehow knew that they were molten now and he wondered what had fazed them this night. It was something special, so rare. He wanted to see them, desperately wanted to store that image somewhere. Soon they would be frozen again. Beautiful but tainted with bitterness.
"What game?", he repeated his earlier question, finding it difficult to keep his voice steady.
"It was so simple. I was sure I'd win." Out of the corner of his eye Jou saw Seto shaking his head. "We both drew cards and the one with the highest Attack Points won. Who first won three times was the winner and could wish whatever he wanted. Yuugi won, the cheater. Somehow he knew which card I drew without looking at it."
"I suppose it was his other self.", Jou heard himself stutter, trying to keep the word in his head coherent. "He is able to use his shadow magic to manipulate the cards. I have never seen him do that though. I thought Yuugi had him under control by now."
"Indeed." Seto sounded not very happy right now. "So let's get going."
"W-what?!" Jou almost lost his balance and fell down to the floor, barely staying upright. "Why? I thought Yuugi cheated?"
Jou dearly hoped Seto would back out now and just go away. He was scared and uncertain. And he didn't want the brunette to find out how he felt towards him. Not yet. Not ever.
"Yeah and he lied." Seto said angrily. "He told me you agreed with the whole thing. It seems like he just sent me here so you could have a good laugh at me. Well, I won't let him do that. I will take you to the school- dance now. See how he reacts to that. Come on!"
"I am not properly clothed, Kaiba." Jou squirmed under Seto's following stare, but managed not to run in and smash the door close or throw himself into the CEO's arms.
"Then go in and put on something decent if you even possess that."
"And if I don't want to come with you?" Jou snapped, gritting his teeth.
"Then I'll drag you, mutt – with or without you changing clothes." Jou could hear the smirk lacing the words and backed away, instantly falling into a defensive stance.
"Don't you dare!" he murmured, stepping back into the house and attempting to close the door, only to feel his wrist captured in a strong grip. He gulped. Obviously Seto did mean what he had said.
"Don't -you- dare." Seto said in a demanding tone of voice, but yet somewhat gentle. Jou was scared. He stared at his wrist, willing the hand around it to let go, to let him flee. It didn't.
Seto didn't relinquish his hold and Jou was left torn between the desire to run and the burning need to take that soft hand on his wrist and bathe it in butterfly-kisses, then taste the pure skin, exploring the new territory with every sense his tongue offered him.
He couldn't go with Seto. He suddenly realised that he wouldn't last an hour without acting on the instincts the brunette awakened in him. And that meant instant doom.
"Come in."
He couldn't help it though. And frankly... he didn't care. A date with Seto was worth every doom that was sure to come upon him.
Silently he closed the door behind them.
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To be Continued...
That was it for now. What do you think?
Please tell me if there are horrible mistakes. Since I'm from Germany it really helps me to improve my English, you know.
Tara's Nonsense #2:
Did you know how much of Yu-Gi-Oh! has been changed in America? Germany bought the series from America so we have the same on TV. Many people started to compare it to the original and I realised that almost everything is different. -.-
One example:
Did you know Jou died during Battle City and it wasn't even mentioned? Instead we were being told he was unconscious or something like that and I was left wondering why everybody cried. Now I know and now it makes sense.
I dearly wish to see the original. I have to wait until my birthday, then I get the DVDs from ebay. Until then I have to be patient sobs
Tara's Nonsense #2 – End
Bye
Tara