Gack! I can't believe how lazy I have been. You see how long it's been since I've written!? I'm
discusted with my self....Any way I have no excuse...Either way this is just something that I not
iced, so I'll put it in here to make another sorry excuse for an fic. -.-;; It's even worse than
the other. I have warned you! Also I apoligize for it being so short.
Also, I have no one using a camera in this one. Meh...Instead I slipped Shonen Jump into it. ^^;;
Rating: Eh, PG...
Warnings: *scratches head* Nothin' much really, except a lil' bit o language.
I own nothing. Except for a few knifes and a stick....Bah.
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Jounochi lounges on the couch at Kaiba's mansion, his head resting on the arm and his legs
laying across the coffee table. He looking at the cover of a rather thick magazine. He had gotten
bored being in the house all by himself so he had swiped it from Mokuba's room. The title of it
was Hikaru No Go. He opens to the first few pages of the manga and starts to read it.
"Hm, it seems familiar but I can't quite put my finger on it...", he mutters, puzzled as he
continues to turn the pages of the graphic novel. "What does this remind me of?"
He dog ears the page he was on and gets up to go to the kitchen. Maybe if he had some food he
would figure it out.
He gets back to the couch and looks at the cover of the manga. What was it about the boy in the
story? What did it remind him of....
He opened it and started reading agian. Well it did have a pretty good story line. He heard the
front door open and looked up to see Seto had walked in.
"Hey," Jou said, going back to the magazine. Seto raised an eyebrow.
"What are you doing?" Seto asked, curious what he was reading, even more why. Jou wouldn't pick
up a book unless forced to.
"Nothin'...."
"It's never nothing." Seto snatches up the book. "What? This is it?"
Jou jumps up. "Hey! Give that back, you're gonna make me lose my spot!" Seto smirks and holds the
book out of reach.
"So you were reading it? Makes sence, it has pictures so you can understand it."
Jou jumps up on the couch and manages to get the manga back. "I was reading it to try to figure
out what it reminds me of."
Seto raises a brow. "Remind you of what?"
Jou points to the cover. "This kid, Hikaru, reminds me of someone." Seto takes the book and flips
through the first few pages.
"I know who it is." He tosses the manga back to Jounochi.
"Who?
"Motou."
"Yug'? How you figure that?"
"Well, they both have blond bangs and are both playing a game that existed in the past. And they
both get hepful playing information from a sprit that also played the game."
"Oh. Yeah, is Yug's hair even real?"
"Hm?"
"Well, Hikaru's bangs is dyed."
"....."
"What?"
Seto continues to say nothing, gets up from the couch, and carries his breifcase upstairs.
"Where ya goin'?" Jounochi yells after him.
"To finish some papers," Seto says as he walks into a room and closes the door.
"But you still haven't answered my question!" Jou yells up the stairs. Seto turns on some loud
music, or loud enough to be heard where Jou was standing. "Fine, be that way," he mutters before
blowing a raspberry at the door's direction.
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discusted with my self....Any way I have no excuse...Either way this is just something that I not
iced, so I'll put it in here to make another sorry excuse for an fic. -.-;; It's even worse than
the other. I have warned you! Also I apoligize for it being so short.
Also, I have no one using a camera in this one. Meh...Instead I slipped Shonen Jump into it. ^^;;
Rating: Eh, PG...
Warnings: *scratches head* Nothin' much really, except a lil' bit o language.
I own nothing. Except for a few knifes and a stick....Bah.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jounochi lounges on the couch at Kaiba's mansion, his head resting on the arm and his legs
laying across the coffee table. He looking at the cover of a rather thick magazine. He had gotten
bored being in the house all by himself so he had swiped it from Mokuba's room. The title of it
was Hikaru No Go. He opens to the first few pages of the manga and starts to read it.
"Hm, it seems familiar but I can't quite put my finger on it...", he mutters, puzzled as he
continues to turn the pages of the graphic novel. "What does this remind me of?"
He dog ears the page he was on and gets up to go to the kitchen. Maybe if he had some food he
would figure it out.
He gets back to the couch and looks at the cover of the manga. What was it about the boy in the
story? What did it remind him of....
He opened it and started reading agian. Well it did have a pretty good story line. He heard the
front door open and looked up to see Seto had walked in.
"Hey," Jou said, going back to the magazine. Seto raised an eyebrow.
"What are you doing?" Seto asked, curious what he was reading, even more why. Jou wouldn't pick
up a book unless forced to.
"Nothin'...."
"It's never nothing." Seto snatches up the book. "What? This is it?"
Jou jumps up. "Hey! Give that back, you're gonna make me lose my spot!" Seto smirks and holds the
book out of reach.
"So you were reading it? Makes sence, it has pictures so you can understand it."
Jou jumps up on the couch and manages to get the manga back. "I was reading it to try to figure
out what it reminds me of."
Seto raises a brow. "Remind you of what?"
Jou points to the cover. "This kid, Hikaru, reminds me of someone." Seto takes the book and flips
through the first few pages.
"I know who it is." He tosses the manga back to Jounochi.
"Who?
"Motou."
"Yug'? How you figure that?"
"Well, they both have blond bangs and are both playing a game that existed in the past. And they
both get hepful playing information from a sprit that also played the game."
"Oh. Yeah, is Yug's hair even real?"
"Hm?"
"Well, Hikaru's bangs is dyed."
"....."
"What?"
Seto continues to say nothing, gets up from the couch, and carries his breifcase upstairs.
"Where ya goin'?" Jounochi yells after him.
"To finish some papers," Seto says as he walks into a room and closes the door.
"But you still haven't answered my question!" Jou yells up the stairs. Seto turns on some loud
music, or loud enough to be heard where Jou was standing. "Fine, be that way," he mutters before
blowing a raspberry at the door's direction.
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