I do not own Yugioh, or anything related to that.
Warnings: Language, and sexual idealation and mentions of actions.
'Vindicator'
I'm not exactly sure how things ended up being this way. How does he do it? He always gets his way, always in my way and clouding my vision with those eyes. I've often found myself wondering how he can keep them so dead, and at the same time so intense.
Anyway, it seems he's beaten me again. This time it's different, though. He's toying with my feelings, my emotions, and doesn't even know it. Sure, the self righteous prick has always done that. He gets some kind of twisted enjoyment out of it after all, but I just never thought that I would feel this way towards him.
It's like a pathetic attraction. I hate him, but somehow I've found myself craving the mere sight of him, waiting for him to insult me and push me down again, dying to feel the fists thrown and pain when it smacks my jaw. I can't let him know these little facts.
How would he react if I did tell him?
So, here we are again sitting in class while the teacher drones on about something none of us could really care any less about. I'm not paying attention (as usual), because he's in this class with me. Seto Kaiba.
A growl seemed to escape my throat as I sent a nasty glare his way. It took a moment to actually register that it had come from me. It's all his fault.
The teacher faltered in her teachings and sent a weary glance around the room. She must have noticed my death glares being sent like radio waves to the back of Kaiba's head, because she called me out on it.
"Jounouchi, please direct your attention to taking notes instead of staring at Kaiba," she spoke airily as if it had taken a lot out of her to say this simple sentence. The brunet, whom currently is my fascination and torturer, turned to face me with one arm draped over the back of his chair.
His dangerous blues were blank again like he didn't really care, or just didn't feel like showing that he actually did. I know he was at least a little curious. He wouldn't have turned around if he wasn't, right?
Well, I succeeded in gaining his attention at least.
"What're you looking at money bags," I snapped at him in my usual charm. We both knew we had to play our roles to the very end. Somehow, I wish that wasn't so.
"I believe that question should be directed your way, mutt," ice cold his tone was. It almost made me shiver. I won't let him win this!
"Yeah," I drawled irritatingly.
"I just happened to be looking your way. Why would I want to stare at you of all people," my fists clenched at my sides. Not the strongest come back, but it was enough. He straightened a bit in his chair as his face darkened into a scowl. Aw, did that comment hurt his wittle feelings? Ha! If he had any…I am a bit worried about a facial change like that, though.
"Oh really," Kaiba's deep tenor cleverly inquired. He's so calculating. The bastard.
"Yeah," I growled before he could continue. Then, I realized something and sat rigid in my seat. Anger shook my athletic frame as I ground my teeth together menacingly.
"I aint no dog," I exclaimed in an infuriated way. He actually chuckled at this and, not being the kind of person to control most of my impulses, I jumped from my seat.
The teacher chose this moment to intervene.
"Come on you two," she griped while pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose.
"We're in class, and if you both don't settle down I'll have to ask you to leave," she continued. The bitch thought she was so much more superior, but then again… So, did Kaiba. It suits him better in my expert opinion.
Said boy sent a knowing smirk my way, and I answered him with a sarcastic gesture. With that, we both faced the teacher and the day continued on as it always did.
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Arms were thrown up into the air in a stretch as a satisfied groan escaped my lips. School was out, and oh was it ever beautiful. Man, today was a long one.
As I collected my things, Yugi wandered over wearing a warm smile. I greeted him with a sloppy grin, and readied myself for the conversation ahead.
"Do you have anything to do today, Jounouchi," he asked in his sweet tone. I raised a pile of books in the air as my answer. It wasn't as though I was really going to do it, though. My grades aren't exactly great, but I'm not as stupid as everyone seems to think I am. I do manage to some how pass my classes.
Though, it does amaze me a bit as well.
"Oh, well you know you can always come over. I can help you with your homework," he spouted off. My eyebrow twitched and my lips faked a pout.
"Just what are you saying Yug'? That I'm stupid," I complained.
See what I mean? Even one of my closest friends thinks I'm an idiot.
"I don't mean to imply anything by that," he cried defensively, hands raised and waving back and forth. I shrugged it off, and threw my bag over my shoulder as I stood. The classroom was getting on my nerves the more I looked at it.
It's almost as suffocating as Kaiba's voice.
Companionably, Yugi and I wandered out of the room, and into the almost vacant halls of Domino High. Straight to our lockers, in opposite directions, and sayonara waves to travel onward were made.
In the sudden silence that surrounded me, once again, my mind reeled back to my tormentor. It was almost like he had an aura around him, wafting like some lingering smoke. Dark vibes, and yet skin so pale. It looks soft even with his hard attitude.
Just what has to happen to a guy to make him that twisted?
Images of Death T whipped up and down my spine and to my ever wondering mind.
Oh, what a messed up time for my friends and me. Thankfully, that's all passed. Or, at least I hope it has. The last thing we need is for Kaiba to ram that game up our asses again. He was really trying to kill us for crying out loud!
Damn my love for violence. Damn the fact that that twinge of fear, and psychotic gleam he gets in his eyes turns me on like the trained idea of a frozen over hell. His existence is a nuisance to people like me, just like mine is to someone like him.
Wait a moment…
Two figures appeared behind me casting shadows in front of my vision.
…What's that smell? It's so strong.
I whirled around to defend myself, not knowing if it was an attacker or not. I was answered with a hand and cloth shoved in my face. One of the figures held me against the locker, and before I knew it, I was out.
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Blackness, and a throbbing at my head was not exactly a pleasant thing to wake up to. It felt like my eyes were too heavy to open but I had to force them so I could take a look around. What happened? My arms are heavy, and my stomach is tied in tight knots.
There's something soft supporting my form…Like a bed of some kind.
I jolted up right immediately at that sudden realization, eyes flying open to be greeted by four surrounding walls a beige color. My first thought was to check myself.
My clothes were fully intact (thankfully), and nothing seemed to have happened to my body. No bruises, no evidence of being touched what so ever. I had to of though, because I had no idea where the hell I was at. Someone had to have carried me here.
With a shaky sigh of strange relief I swung my legs over the side of the mattress, hands placed at my sides, wandering eyes taking in all the surroundings. It was nothing too warped. In fact, the room had a sort of calming feel to it. It was simple, yet extravagant. It was large, yet a bit suffocating. That was mostly for the fact that a little nagging voice in the back of my head was whispering a worrisome 'you're trapped in here.'
Spotting the door, I stood on quivering legs, but before I could even take the first step it opened. In came none other than Seto Kaiba. He smirked, and said-
"I see you're awake," he casually strode to my side. I wanted to swipe that arrogant smirk right off of his beautiful face, and make it my own.
"Yeah, I'm awake," I growled, completely forgetting how sick and weak I felt just moments before. Anger has a way of calming that dull pain, however. He tsked quietly.
"Now, now. I only wanted to talk to you," he reassured me in the most silencing way he knew how.
And it worked.
Completely dumbfounded by this I just stood there and stared incomprehensibly. What in the world could we have to talk about besides the fact that I find him utterly irresistible? Who knows, maybe that was what he wanted to talk about. He is a genius after all. He probably already knew that I lust toward him.
Catching that my mind had drifted into a sway of lightheaded conclusions, and ideas, Kaiba spoke once more. Somehow, I knew this was coming.
"Why were you staring at me today in class," he asked, stone face back in place.
"What," I stuttered for a moment, and I was almost positive I looked and sounded like a blubbering mass of idiot. Then, the anger returned and my fists curled at my sides. I just can't believe this! Is he serious?!
"You kidnapped me because you wanted to talk to me about that," I incredulously cried. Kaiba simply rose an elegant eyebrow, the rest of his expression blank.
"Yes," he calmly replied.
I take it back! He's repulsive not irresistible!
My hands furiously raised to rake through my tangles of blond hair while my butt connected with the soft bed again. His only action to this was to cross his arms. He's so weird, and I intended to let him know that.
"You're insane," I groaned as I flopped back down to a laying position. Perhaps, I shouldn't be letting my guard down around someone like him, but for some reason the idea of him torturing me, whether it be word play or physically, excited me beyond normal recognition. But, what was normal? If it's those people I see every day wandering blindly to some sort of destination of rhythm, I don't like it.
I like strange. That's why Kaiba is my secret escape. He's different.
"Hn," an arrogant tone suddenly grunted.
"What a lazy dog," I can here it in his voice, the way he talks. Kaiba speaks to me in different ways than he does everyone else. I like it, and yet I don't. He treats me like I'm lower than dirt. Still…
"Stop calling me that," I whine indignantly.
I can't resist him. Try in vain, but I always come back, don't I Kaiba? Somehow, we're tied together, and you know that as well. It's why you can get away with it.
My honeyed eyes shift lazily toward the form adorned in elegant black. He looked like a luminous shadow drifting toward me on air. The way he moves with everything planned, precise, poised.
"You damn prick," I mumbled half heartedly. The bed sank beside me.
"Why were you," ah, and there is the lean brunet once again. Always straight and to the point. Not that I mind that, at all.
"I wasn't," I argued stubbornly. I'd be damned if I admitted something to him when I never meant to. You know, the whole thinking before speaking thing. Kind of my specialty.
"You were," he countered easily. I finally glanced up to him, and I felt as though his eyes were going to burn me to the spot. Damn Scorpio's… Those blue's were very intense in that moment. That's the only sign he was showing that he might have been eager to hear my response. Secretly, I believe he looks forward to our fights too.
"I," shit, shit, shit. I stuttered! This was not the time to be getting lost in my head! He'll win again.
He's laughing so I'll just have to shut him up.
"What? Having some troubles coming up with a valid excuse," he teased in that sarcastic, yet sensual tenor of his. It seemed to dip a bit as he spoke. Maybe, he was trying to seduce me.
Yeah, right. Wishful thinking, huh?
"I hate you," I complained and aimed a lazy punch at the arm propping up his form.
"The feeling is mutual, puppy," he replied, catching my fist effortlessly. I hadn't really been trying, after all. We stared toward each other, both trapped in our thoughts until I realized something. He'd never done that before, had he?
"Hey," I drawled, a sudden mischievous grin attacking my lips.
"When did mutt become puppy," oooh. I've got him now!
Visibly, he stiffened. Kaiba's whole body tensed, but he managed to keep that vacant look etched on his handsome features like a painting. I could tell he was violently cursing to himself in his mind though. Unlike me, he knew when to remain silent.
"No need to give me an answer," I waved a nonchalant hand his way.
Stop hiding things from me, Kaiba.
"I can just assume whatever I want to, right? Like say, maybe Seto Kaiba just revealed a bit of himself when he hadn't meant to. Why, isn't that just like that dog he always makes fun of? Oh, what was his name," I rambled on, and on in my own little world. The back of my mind was in ruins. I'd love to believe that puppy was his kind of love nickname…Preferably, for me.
"Jounouchi," he growled in warning. Hm, that was a little sexy.
"Yeah," I exclaimed, throwing my arms up into the air, and wiggling them around.
"That was his name," I finished while laughing childishly. I was probably only adding fuel to the raging fire, that could possibly mean death, that is Kaiba.
Cold hands, slightly bony, and they were clasping onto my wrists.
Instantly, I froze, and was met by fearless cerulean. They could've swallowed me up, I'm sure. If they hadn't already, that is.
"Kai-" was as far as I got, because he started to lean down. I'm dreaming again, right? Would he really kiss a lowly street punk like me?
Or perhaps, I'm thinking wrong. What if he's trying to fool me, and I should be panicking. Does he want to suck the breath straight from my lungs?
And, they're warm while his fingers are cool and twining with mine. It's a new kind of battle of ours, I guess you could say. Lips massaging almost violently, pushing tongues a swirl roughly, and nipping at each other's lips nearly hard enough to rip open. Love taps bruising, hips grinding, and a gasp escaped my trembling lips.
This is fine, right? Just don't throw me away, okay, Kaiba? Tell me you're not the type, because I never thought you were. The kind of person that has so much to take for granted, and yet you don't. You worked hard, and I know that I'm hard to deal with, but so are you.
It's why even when we've only thrown punches, we share the same passion. We move the same way. You, and me are perfectly unstable. It's okay.
Nothing more than clothes separates us. All this fabric divides us, but we can dance along each other's waists in different rhythms. Do you know how long I've waited to share this with you? Wanted, no needed to breathe your breath, and hear silky moans against my ear as we both fulfill our dreams?
Thank you Kaiba, for being the prick you are. I don't think I could've taken things if I was the only one. You're so hard to read, and I'm sure you know that I'm basically an open book. So, why is it that sometimes we both become confused by what the other does, or better yet, what we ourselves do.
Do they hurt us in the end? Our actions, our words, our feelings.
We lye beside each other, chests rising and falling a bit unevenly. Our hands are clasped together. It's funny. You never seemed like the type to hold hands, but I probably didn't either. Static, invisible it seems, when our eyes meet the tinting of exertion at each other's cheeks. Up a little bit, and that magical thing you do. You know the one, that hypnotic seer captured in your oceanic gaze.
You're so much like a beautiful beast. Thirsty, alive, but dead at the same time.
Where are we going to go from here, we communicate with no words.
'Let's just be ourselves, and go along with whatever comes our way, okay?'
We're still falling, only just begun. This. Whatever this was. We have a lot more steps to take, still. We'll figure something out, though. We always do.
It's all your fault you know, was my thought as you leaned over to lick a bit of blood shed from my lower lip. My eyes flutter shut. I love the feeling of your tongue.
At least, we know. It's all your fault that you cause these butterflies in my stomach. It's almost sickening if I didn't love that spinning, dizzy, feeling you gave me.
"Bastard," I muttered, but in a raspy whisper that was more griping in a loving way than anything else. It wasn't a serious complaint.
"You kidnapped me for this," I repeated an earlier statement.
"Mmhmm," was your quiet assent for an answer.
"I'm glad," quick, and calm the smile was building upon my stretching lips.
Really, you damn prick. You're crazy, and maybe so am I…But, I like it this way.
It's not so bad, is it, Kaiba?
(A/N: And here is another one I've thrown up into the air. The idea wasn't exactly creative at all, and I'm pretty sure there isn't much of a plot…Plus, it's shorter (much shorter-Only 8 pages) and kind of sucks compared to the other ones, but oh well. I hope I captured Jounouchi, and Kaiba a bit better, and you enjoyed it despite the suckiness.
This, perhaps, will work out because I'm planning on this only being part one. ;) That's right. Maybe, I'll make a follow up story.
Take care!)