Yu Gi Oh's not mine.
notes: er ... pay no mind to the title. It doesn't have much to do with the fic
Sorry, this came out kinda bitter ... but that's not too bad of a thing, right? ... anyway, this fic has a point, might not be too obvious though ... er ...
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Jounouchi was sitting at his table, quietly humming a jovial tune, and thinking what a great evening it was. Here he was, sitting at his table, goldfish scattered about, drawing a sad face on each individual goldfish, with a nice black permanent marker. With a dot and a little upside down smile, separating them into 'marked' and 'unmarked'.
Life was great for Jounouchi. He had his friends, his sister, his dreams, his hobbies.
Ah, yes. His hobbies.
Well, there was duel monsters and eating and there was another one as well. Maybe more of an obsession than a hobby, but that doesn't matter.
Yuugi, Honda, Shizuka, Anzu, Bakura, Kaiba. Yes, Kaiba. Kaiba Seto.
Jounouchi dotted one of the 'eyes' on the goldfish too hard. It shattered and he swept the crumbs on to the floor.
Kaiba was that one, that guy. That thing, that 'hobby' he was so obsessed about. But life was great for Jounouchi. Especially his relationship with Kaiba. Yes, his relationship. It was really great!
The marker Jounouchi was using abruptly ran dry. He shook it for a bit, trying to get something out and nothing did.
Ah. Great. It was great.
Oh well. He shrugged and tossed the useless marker over his shoulder. He started to trace circles with his finger on the table, absentmindedly stuffing the 'unmarked' goldfish into his mouth.
Anyway. Kaiba Seto. Jounouchi treasured his relationship with Kaiba. It was great, better than anything he could ask for. Really, it was. Wonderful.
Ah ... the fights, the insults, the hate-filled glares, the derisive laughter. The passion, the hidden-from-view sexual tension. It was great. He couldn't want anything more. Nope. Certainly not.
He had stopped eating the goldfish and had taken to crushing them. Taking one between his thumb and index finger and grinding them together. Little orange crumbs covered the table.
And why would he want any other type of relationship? What? And have one like Yuugi and Anzu's? No, he wanted to keep the passion he had with Kaiba. With Seto. He didn't want some form of sweet, cute, cuddly, puppy love. Nope. Of course not. He was not going to jeopardize this passion filled ... and hate filled ... relationship with Kaiba. He was not going to turn it to into something ... demented.
Beautiful.
Jounouchi stopped crushing the goldfish and swept the crumbs off the table. They fell on to his pants, the chair, the floor; some clinging on to his shirt. He looked at the table. It was remarkably well polished, almost mirror-like. He looked at his reflection.
Kaiba, Kaiba, Kaiba, Kaiba. Se----to.
He smiled. It looked like such a carefree smile.
It hurt every goddamned muscle in his face.
notes: er ... pay no mind to the title. It doesn't have much to do with the fic
Sorry, this came out kinda bitter ... but that's not too bad of a thing, right? ... anyway, this fic has a point, might not be too obvious though ... er ...
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Jounouchi was sitting at his table, quietly humming a jovial tune, and thinking what a great evening it was. Here he was, sitting at his table, goldfish scattered about, drawing a sad face on each individual goldfish, with a nice black permanent marker. With a dot and a little upside down smile, separating them into 'marked' and 'unmarked'.
Life was great for Jounouchi. He had his friends, his sister, his dreams, his hobbies.
Ah, yes. His hobbies.
Well, there was duel monsters and eating and there was another one as well. Maybe more of an obsession than a hobby, but that doesn't matter.
Yuugi, Honda, Shizuka, Anzu, Bakura, Kaiba. Yes, Kaiba. Kaiba Seto.
Jounouchi dotted one of the 'eyes' on the goldfish too hard. It shattered and he swept the crumbs on to the floor.
Kaiba was that one, that guy. That thing, that 'hobby' he was so obsessed about. But life was great for Jounouchi. Especially his relationship with Kaiba. Yes, his relationship. It was really great!
The marker Jounouchi was using abruptly ran dry. He shook it for a bit, trying to get something out and nothing did.
Ah. Great. It was great.
Oh well. He shrugged and tossed the useless marker over his shoulder. He started to trace circles with his finger on the table, absentmindedly stuffing the 'unmarked' goldfish into his mouth.
Anyway. Kaiba Seto. Jounouchi treasured his relationship with Kaiba. It was great, better than anything he could ask for. Really, it was. Wonderful.
Ah ... the fights, the insults, the hate-filled glares, the derisive laughter. The passion, the hidden-from-view sexual tension. It was great. He couldn't want anything more. Nope. Certainly not.
He had stopped eating the goldfish and had taken to crushing them. Taking one between his thumb and index finger and grinding them together. Little orange crumbs covered the table.
And why would he want any other type of relationship? What? And have one like Yuugi and Anzu's? No, he wanted to keep the passion he had with Kaiba. With Seto. He didn't want some form of sweet, cute, cuddly, puppy love. Nope. Of course not. He was not going to jeopardize this passion filled ... and hate filled ... relationship with Kaiba. He was not going to turn it to into something ... demented.
Beautiful.
Jounouchi stopped crushing the goldfish and swept the crumbs off the table. They fell on to his pants, the chair, the floor; some clinging on to his shirt. He looked at the table. It was remarkably well polished, almost mirror-like. He looked at his reflection.
Kaiba, Kaiba, Kaiba, Kaiba. Se----to.
He smiled. It looked like such a carefree smile.
It hurt every goddamned muscle in his face.