Kaiba had been sitting in a comfortable upholstered chair in his living room for more time than was decently spent doing nothing. He nudged himself mentally every few minutes, trying to spur himself to go do something useful, but couldn't incite a real urge. Instead, he continued sitting, leaning back with his legs outstretched and ankles crossed as he stared at the cellphone he flipped over continually in one hand.

He didn't know what he was expecting-truly, he didn't. He was so perplexed that he could barely brood, and had spend the better part of the last hour selecting different objects in the room to stare at absently. His brain was quieter than it had been for longer than he could recall, but it wasn't the relief he would have expected. He felt like he was in limbo, unable to interact properly with his own mind.

He and Jonouchi had neither spoken to, nor seen one another since they ate together at the taco shop. It had only been two days, but compared to how things were before they fought, that was a long period of silence. It felt especially so due to how they had parted after dinner. Things had been far from resolved, even if the anger from their minor fallout was dissipated. Kaiba hadn't known what to say or think. Jonouchi had talked almost as if there was something between them, yet he knew that couldn't be true. He hoped it was, but it wasn't.

But Jonouchi had seemed upset, and Kaiba was unable to find the words that were evidently required to appease him, so they had parted uncomfortably; Kaiba perplexed, and Jonouchi downtrodden and sulky.

Kaiba stirred himself enough to reach for the small glass he'd set on the nightstand beside his chair. It was full of what he considered his "emergency" drink, or important celebration drink, depending. Talisker single malt on the rocks. It wasn't especially complicated, as drinks went, but it was rightly expensive. He sipped it in larger increments than he usually did hard drinks because he was having that kind of night. Luckily for him, the scotch was smoother than water. It still felt hot going down his throat, though, which made him frown slightly as he set the glass back on its coaster.

He sighed. Normally he'd at least appreciate alcohol enough for his mood to be lifted-slightly. But his upset when dealing with Jonouchi had been special from the start. Drinking only seemed to make him feel worse about it, and remove the mental faculties required to compartmentalize the worst of his mood away. All he got out of it was wasted whiskey and one hell of a hangover.

His frown deepened as he recalled the night he'd gone to the bar, looking for Jonouchi, only for him to be missing. Jonouchi had said in the restaurant that he'd hooked up with someone because they were fighting. That reasoning struck Kaiba as odd. Why did he explain it that way? Like he was cruising for someone else only because they weren't speaking? He made it sound as if he was trying to maintain some kind of fidelity. Kaiba squelched the upsetting flicker of hope that stirred in him. Jonouchi had probably been trying to explain his reasoning in the hope that Kaiba wouldn't be angry. Why would he be exclusive with him, physically, except when their friendship was in jeopardy?

It bordered behavior he'd expect from a real relationship, but he knew better than that. Jonouchi wanted to be friends, and he was happy to get his kicks from Kaiba when he could. Kaiba refused to let himself read any more into the situation when he knew there wasn't. God only knew what he might trick himself into thinking. He had no intention of making things even worse by confronting Jonouchi with feelings. Jonouchi only did things casually. Anyone he thought was potentially fun to hook up with was fair game to him, and when it was over he went home. No strings attached.

Kaiba didn't want to lose him completely by being complicated.

Even as he thought that, he knew he continually struggled with wanting more than just friendship or occasional fooling around. He'd been possessive of Jonouchi for quite some time, even though he hadn't done so much as express that he might like him more than as a casual companion. He hadn't even really imparted to Jonouchi how important he was as a friend, much less as the lover Kaiba wished he could be.

He grumbled and shifted in his seat, resting his elbow on the arm of the chair so he could support his head with his hand. He felt a wave of guilt and frustration. Did he really have any right to feel that way about Jonouchi? There had never been any false pretenses about what they were doing, and Jonouchi hadn't indicated an interest in more than what they had. Kaiba wasn't sure he had a right to be so upset. He claimed to be just a friend, and knew he couldn't be more, so he wasn't in a position to want Jonouchi dedicated to him. A rational person would probably have moved on by now.

But he couldn't. He frequently thought with disgust that it was pathetic for him to have never felt this way about anyone before. He'd never felt so intimate about someone. Because it was so unique and so isolated an occurrence, he doubted it would happen again. He didn't have a habit of letting people in. It wasn't the best way to make friends, much less find romance, but that was the way he was. In fairness, no one had inspired him to pursue more than passing acknowledgement before Jonouchi, either. He couldn't quite explain to himself what exactly had made him want to come back again when he first found Jonouchi in that bar. He could only assume it was the same thing that made everyone Jonouchi met want to be around him. And with him. Often physically.

Kaiba's jaw clenched momentarily at that thought. He knew he shouldn't get hung up about that. He was the one who had denied any deeper feelings when Jonouchi directly asked him about it. Because he was a coward, for once in his life. He'd been wondering ever since if he'd made a serious mistake. He didn't want to hope, but at the same time wondered if Jonouchi had asked because he was wanting Kaiba to express further interest. He'd certainly been upset when he accused him (accurately) of lying and stormed out.

The not knowing was driving him crazy. He couldn't assume anything with Jonouchi anymore, not with certainty. Then again, when could he ever? Hadn't he gotten interested in him in the first place because he was unpredictable? That was clearly backfiring on him now. The turmoil was getting unbearable for his nerves, and he considered himself to be of significant fortitude where that was concerned.

It may have been because of his fast-wearing nerves that he jumped a bit violently when the doorbell rang. He couldn't imagine who it was-Mokuba always alerted him before he came over, and there was no one else who could possibly need his attention. He stood, striding briskly across his apartment to the front door. He probably should have just ignored it-he didn't want to be bothered, and he had every intention of telling whoever was there to fuck right off. But it was better to spend a few seconds on that than stay in his seat and be repeatedly disturbed by the doorbell.

He unlocked the deadbolt and handle of the door, then pulled it open quickly, already scowling and prepared to ruin someone's night. His expression immediately fell into shock when the person on the other side was Jonouchi.

They just stood staring at each other for a few seconds. Jonouchi's eyes didn't trail off; his hazel gaze were unwavering and Kaiba could feel himself shrinking before he finally snapped out of his confusion.

"Can I come in?" asked Jonouchi. His clothes looked slightly disheveled and his jacket appeared moist, like it had been raining outside. Damp hair was matted against his forehead.

"I...don't see why you shouldn't," Kaiba replied, though he trailed off into a mutter by the end of the statement. He couldn't determine Jonouchi's motives for being there in the first place, and the fact that he'd actually come to Kaiba's residence was such a curve ball that he believed almost anything could happen.

Yes, Kaiba had brought him over before to where he lived. But Kaiba never expected Jonouchi to show up unannounced. It wasn't apart of their culture to do that...

"I got caught in the rain."

Once Kaiba backed away from the door, Jonouchi came in quietly, almost cautiously, like he was afraid that someone would see him enter. His wide eyes looked around, peering at the vast living space before he closed the door behind him, setting the lock before taking off his shoes.

Jonouchi was quiet, almost like he was being... timid. It was a strange development.

"Why are you here?" Kaiba asked, hoping his tone didn't sound disapproving. Shocked as he was, he didn't want to make Jonouchi stomp right back out. He noticed that it was slightly difficult for him to focus. The alcohol was having an effect, but he was grateful for that. It would make him aloof enough not to do something stupid. Hopefully.

Jonouchi moved closer to him. He didn't speak, but his eyes spoke louder than words. They never left Kaiba's, and he came close enough that Kaiba could smell the faint bitterness of Kirin on his breath, the thought forming in his mind that Jonouchi had probably been at the bar earlier that night... waiting for him to appear.

He felt unsure of what to do, just standing there as his heart went off like a beating drum in his rib cage, making him feel like disappearing and running and screaming and wanting to die all at once. It didn't help when Jonouchi's hand fell on his face, and his fingers touched his hair, and before Kaiba knew it, he was being pulled into a kiss.

It wasn't a tentative action. Kaiba had to adjust his footing to avoid losing balance when Jonouchi leaned heavily into him, simultaneously pulling his head closer with a hand placed firmly on the back of his neck.

The force of the kiss made his breath short, along with Jonouchi's. But when he broke away momentarily to catch his breath, Jonouchi captured him again before he could gather his thoughts. Kaiba blinked his eyes open and rested his hands on Jonouchi's shoulders, but didn't push him away as he'd thought his original intention had been. He was bewildered by the sudden, impassioned behavior, but each millisecond that passed made him care less about his confusion and more about how it felt.

Kaiba's eyes fell shut again when Jonouchi tightened his grip, his free hand taking hold of Kaiba's shirt aggressively. He compliantly let Jonouchi lead as the last of his desire for an explanation slipped away; when that was gone it was as if some kind of epiphany occurred in him. Something switched on-or off-in his brain, and suddenly all he cared about was getting closer to Jonouchi. He got a firmer grip on him, which made him gasp and break the kiss, but this time it was Kaiba who resumed it.

He led their timing, and Jonouchi seemed wholly willing to let him. He also didn't complain when Kaiba determinedly pushed him back, making him walk unsteadily toward the couch. It wasn't a long way to go, but Kaiba felt such urgency that even the few seconds it would have taken were long enough to make him aggressive.

He shifted his hands to Jonouchi's waist on one side, and his hip on the other, and pulled away from their kiss so he could focus on hastily lifting him up. Jonouchi released a surprised noise, but didn't complain; he looped his arms around Kaiba's neck, wrapping his legs around him, making himself easier to carry. Due to his rushing, Kaiba practically fell into the couch when he dropped Jonouchi on the cushions.

Immediately, he turned so one knee was digging into the couch and he was facing Jonouchi-or, more accurately, targeting Jonouchi's clothes. He was surprised at the coordination he maintained as he slipped off Jonouchi's leather varsity jacket and pulled up on the hem of his shirt, working to tug it off of his head. Jonouchi caught on quickly and raised his arms to expedite the process.

Kaiba was fleetingly astonished at his own lack of hesitation; he wasted no time popping open the button at the top of Jonouchi's jeans, leaning down to kiss him again as he did. He hadn't wanted to stop in the first place, but it made it difficult to multitask, and he was determined to get Jonouchi stripped down as soon as possible. It was easy enough getting the fly of his jeans open, and after that Kaiba tugged them down his hips with such persistence that it was nearly violent.

Jonouchi didn't complain-he did what little maneuvering was necessary to get his pants off faster. Kaiba tossed them away and thought no more about them.

He paused when he felt hands in his hair again. Jonouchi was pressing up against him, his bare chest against Kaiba's thin long sleeved shirt. Kaiba thought he could feel his heart beating against him, but he was sure it was just all in his head, from the excitement.

"I want you so bad," Jonouchi whispered into his ear before briefly tugging on his earlobe with his teeth, "I don't want to do this on your couch. Take me to your bedroom."

He pulled back, looking Kaiba in the eyes for an answer. His hair was a mess. Hazel eyes were flecked with gold; Kaiba could have sworn his eyes looked like fire.

He wasn't about to decline. He got a better grip on Jonouchi than he'd had prior, and was no less quick getting him to bed than he had been shoving him down on the couch. This time, when Jonouchi's back hit the surface, Kaiba came down directly on top of him, lips locking. Jonouchi seemed like he was trying to wrap himself around him; his arms were wrapped tightly around his shoulders, his ankles hooked behind his back. The result was immobilizing-he wouldn't be able to raise himself anytime soon. But he didn't want to. The only place he really cared to be at present was between Jonouchi's thighs, and Jonouchi was accommodating.

Kaiba felt his frenzy ease for a short few seconds as they kissed, pressed together as closely as possible. This time, when they stopped to breathe, something about it felt conclusive. Kaiba opened his eyes and looked down at Jonouchi, who was gazing back through his lashes. Neither of them said anything, nor did Kaiba think they were inclined to do so. The moment passed when Jonouchi eased his grip, which Kaiba took as an indication that he wanted to continue, and that re-ignited his overpowering need.

Kaiba righted himself enough to pull off the shirt he was wearing with less care than he had ever treated his own clothing in his life. In a rational state, he would have been horrified at himself for throwing anything that expensive to the floor, but right now he was only satisfied with the fact that it was one less thing keeping his and Jonouchi's skin apart.

Maybe Jonouchi felt the same way-while Kaiba worked on getting rid of his pants, his hands curiously, but confidently explored his torso. First it was just fingertips against his pectoral muscles, but then they slid down to his abdomen, rubbing his taut stomach before grasping his sides above the low top of his pants. He resisted shuddering from surprise and, admittedly, sensation when Jonouchi lightly ran his fingers up his sides and down again, as if trying to trace his silhouette.

Kaiba had paused with his pants undone and halfway down his hips while Jonouchi touched him. It felt good. It was something more than just getting pleasure. It was a kind of attention that Kaiba hadn't experienced before, and despite his ultimate goal of sex, he felt sated in another way by that. Jonouchi seemed to decide he was finished dawdling, though, because when his hands got back to Kaiba's waist, and then his hips, his fingers got a firm hold on his pants and yanked at them with much the same sentiment as Kaiba had done to him on the couch.

Jonouchi got himself under the covers, looking up as he appeared to be taking off his underwear underneath. He shifted, waiting for Kaiba to join him before opening his legs wide enough to give him room to fit. With the space clear, Kaiba wasted no time positioning himself there, supporting himself with one hand flat against the bed. He sighed in a strange kind of relief when their bare skin finally connected, and started grinding hard against Jonouchi without really thinking about it. Jonouchi gasped, his eyes falling shut and his hands coming to rest on Kaiba's hips, absently pulling him in.

Kaiba stopped momentarily so he could get into a slightly more upright position that would let him maintain balance while he was using one hand. He got a firm grip on Jonouchi's shaft, which by this time was so engorged it was starting to pulse, and he made quick, firm strokes. Jonouchi released a low, shuddering sound as he arched his back and dug his heels into the bed. He pressed his thighs hard against Kaiba's hips, and started bucking up in time with the stroking.

Kaiba ground himself into Jonouchi's body as well as he was able, feeling crackles of sensation throughout his abdomen sporadically when he did. Most of his attention was focused on Jonouchi, though, which was rewarding in itself for the visual of his cheeks turning pink, his lips darkened from kissing and parted slightly as he heaved erratic breaths. It was only a few seconds more before he felt telltale twitching from Jonouchi's erection, and when Jonouchi sucked in a breath, Kaiba bent to capture his open lips in a kiss.

It was sloppier than before, mainly because they were both flustered and panting, trying to maintain the connection while frantically pushing toward orgasm. But it was still stimulating, more so when Jonouchi wrapped his arms around Kaiba's neck in a nearly desperate fashion, clinging to him as if he was in danger of floating away. Kaiba didn't relent, and had stopped grinding to concentrate on making Jonouchi climax.

Only a few more seconds passed before Jonouchi gasped for air, arching and bucking as he climaxed, one hand tugging less than delicately on Kaiba's hair. His grip only eased after he had ejaculated and exhaled a long sigh, settling back onto the bed as his body went limp. One of his hands fell to the mattress, but the other lazily rubbed Kaiba's shoulder in post-coital approval. Kaiba kissed him again, but more gently, and in a more controlled way.

When Jonouchi's breathing was heavy, but even, and he was starting to recover, Kaiba grabbed his hips and turned him over determinedly. Jonouchi hummed questioningly, but did nothing to stop him. He did turn his head, however, and Kaiba looked back at him as he unabashedly ran his hands over his ass.

"Don't freak out," he smirked slightly, unable to stop himself from feeling amused. "I wouldn't do that without asking you."

Jonouchi relaxed, but still seemed curious as to what Kaiba was planning. His unvoiced question was answered when Kaiba started rubbing his erection against his buttocks, first experimentally, then progressively harder when he figured out the best motion. He maintained a firm grip on Jonouchi's rear as he went, and even though he didn't do or say anything in protest, Jonouchi was evidently embarrassed-Kaiba could barely see his blushing face against the pillow, but even his ears were turning red by the time Kaiba was getting close to his peak. It was understandable. He couldn't say he wouldn't be embarrassed too, in the same situation. But he had to admit he got a little thrill out of making Jonouchi blush.

His minor feelings of self-satisfaction were forgotten when he hit his climax, and all his concentration was on his orgasm. He released a shuddering breath when he ejaculated, and continued to slowly rub himself against Jonouchi as the last drops of fluid left him. When his head cleared and he opened his eyes enough to see, he was greeted by the image of Jonouchi's broad, attractive back decorated by a spattering of his semen. Kaiba resisted an unexpected, giddy urge to laugh and ran his hands over Jonouchi's shoulders instead as he bent to plant soft kisses on his neck. Jonouchi grumbled at him, probably still embarrassed, but he wasn't trying to slap him in the face at least.

"Like ass much?" he asked in a tiny voice. This time Kaiba couldn't stop himself from laughing, though he was doing so partly at himself.

"I love it," he replied shamelessly, giving Jonouchi's a squeeze to the hip that made him jump. "Yours in particular."

Jonouchi huffed, his face turning an unflattering yet still amusing shade of red as he hid his face into the pillow again. His ears were still burning, his hair thoroughly ruffled. Shoulders rolled as he relaxed, and he didn't seem like he was going to get up anytime soon, despite being messy now that Kaiba had jacked off on him.

Kaiba left the bed without speaking and went about the task of getting a clean washcloth. He washed away what sticky residue that was left on his hand and abdomen, then rinsed the cloth again and returned to the bedroom to clean Jonouchi's back. Jonouchi saw him approaching, and likely knew what he was planning to do, but he didn't say anything about it. He also didn't offer thanks when Kaiba cleaned him up, but that was fair. Kaiba had made the mess, after all.

He realized that he simply didn't care to return the washcloth to the bathroom, so he chucked it through the doorway instead so it could wait on the tile floor until morning. Then he lay on his side facing Jonouchi, sighing comfortably as his body relaxed and he felt like he was melting into the bed. He looked at Jonouchi, who had his eyes shut, though whether it was to sleep or to avoid eye contact, he wasn't sure.

Whichever it was, Jonouchi looked at him when he reached out on an impulse to idly play with a lock of his soft blond hair. Kaiba stared at the lock he was loosely twirling around his finger, but met Jonouchi's gaze after he'd stopped and smoothed it back into place. He analyzed Jonouchi's hazel eyes, which were darkened by heavy lids and dilated pupils. Neither of them said anything, and Kaiba concluded that nothing needed saying. And if it did, it wouldn't do any good at this point.

After Kaiba broke their silent stare, he turned enough to reach the lamp on the bedside table, and touched the base to shut it off. When he settled back in, his wrist was pressing against Jonouchi's elbow. He was half expecting Jonouchi to move away, but he didn't. Kaiba thought maybe he'd fallen asleep, and that was why, but then Jonouchi shifted his head on his pillow. Kaiba wasn't sure what to make of it, but decided he didn't really care. Not after such a good night together.

SIX MONTHS PREVIOUS

Kaiba came to the bar fairly often. It was the only thing to do during his off time. His brother was still in Japan, running things at the main headquarters in Domino City, and while he was managing things, Isono stayed behind to be of service. There was no one else in Kaiba's life that he paid any kind of personal attention to, and Kaiba told himself often that it was better that way.

But it was rather lonely at times. He never heard his own language spoken, outside of business. His small Japanese team was still with him, loyal enough to follow into foreign territory with their families being brought along, but they were not Kaiba's equals. He didn't see them for anything besides employees and business associates, and Kaiba Corporation was where their relationships began and ended.

No, Kaiba was utterly alone. It bothered him that it bothered him, but it couldn't be helped. The city was nothing like what he was used to in Domino. The sights and signs were all strange, and so were the ridiculously large vehicles, buildings, and people. Everything was taking up unnecessary space and every single human being had a car for some reason. He didn't understand why people needed to be so damn loud about everything, and it irritated him on a daily basis how Americans had no problem trying to run him over on the street or shoulder checking him on the sidewalk.

It was just a blessing to hear his own language spoken. The familiar softness and calm, something he hadn't appreciated before leaving home. Kaiba had spent so much time perfecting his English, despite having always spoken it, to some degree, that when it came time to use it regularly, he felt ready to throw up. The Americans never seemed to understand what he was telling them, clear or not. They just stared at him like cattle sometimes, their big eyes wide and dumb before finally one of them would ask for some kind of clarification.

Going to Little Tokyo was the only kind of break Kaiba had to look forward to. It wasn't perfect, though. Places like Uwajimaya kept is homesickness at bay, but still. There was only so much coping Kaiba was able to do, and with a fourteen hour time difference between himself and his brother, it wasn't easy to talk about.

Kaiba could at least relax in the little Izakaya that he was beginning to frequent. There were red paper lanterns that hung up front and the owner was from the Shinjuku district of Tokyo. He was silent and just gave out his drinks with minimal verbiage and Kaiba liked it that way. In the back hiding in the darkness of his table, he could think. He could pretend he was back at home.

He frequently drank glasses of sake with a plate of yakitori and edamame. It was simple and quick, and after a while, the owner began just serving it to him without even being asked.

Jonouchi seemed to come in every other night. Usually he came with a group of other people, most seemingly Asian, but a few Americans as well. They'd drink a few beers, talking loudly at the booth in greasy clothing (Kaiba could only assume it was from the garage) before disappearing en mass to cause havoc elsewhere.

Predictably, Jonouchi didn't look happy to see Kaiba around. But unpredictably, he never said a word to him. He went along as if he wasn't even there; their eyes barely ever locked despite the fact that Kaiba was thoroughly watching him.

Kaiba could not lie and say Jonouchi wasn't interesting to watch. He had an energy around him that seemed to attract other people to him. While most of the other patrons at the bar were quiet and drank alone, Jonouchi always seemed to come with some sort of audience. Usually it was a girl, but on a few occasions, it would be a guy. They would look at each other in a particular way that Kaiba knew was more than friendly, and it made his skin prickle.

Wasn't he too old for that kind of nonsense? They were adult men. Curiosity was fine as a young developing boy, but people grew out of that kind of stuff. Sure, America was more tolerant of it than their homeland, but it was strange to watch Jonouchi just flaunt himself around everyone without a care. He hadn't been so forward back at home.

Equally strange, no one seemed to care. Kaiba wouldn't have, if Jonouchi would have been more discreet, but he didn't seem to care about indiscretion.

He could be so loud sometimes. It would be quiet, just the sounds of low voices being spoken quietly and drinks being sipped when Jonouchi's loud sharp voice would break through, sometimes in obnoxious English that didn't make sense in his drunkenness, laughter piercing the room while no one else spoke a word.

On occasion, someone would just turn their head and look, but they didn't get mad. It just would continue on while the bartender continued pouring Jonouchi drinks. How could anyone just sit there and listen to him prattle on? He often went in and out of Japanese and English, which just made it worse. The sounds of his meaningless conversations gave Kaiba a headache. Sure, it was in their culture to excuse the behavior of drunks, but Jonouchi was extreme.

He was an obnoxious drunk. And a dedicated one too, at that. Kaiba wondered more than once where the money came from to drink as much as Jonouchi did.

Kaiba was on his second week there, watching in silence, when Jonouchi finally appeared alone. He had no posee with him, and he took a seat at the bar counter, drinking his usual Kirin beer privately as he just looked around and smiled at everyone in the place.

As usual, his face turned into a scowl when he saw Kaiba. Kaiba just bristled; he wouldn't give the idiot the satisfaction of showing any more reaction than that. It wasn't in his nature to show much emotion, and Kaiba prefered appearing aloof as much as possible.

It was rather boring, how Jonouchi acted, until a strange individual came stalking through the front door. He had a rather stressed expression on his face, and he came striding straight to Jonouchi before taking the seat next to him and shaking him by the shoulder.

Unsurprisingly, Jonouchi appeared to take offense. He made some kind of remark, his eyebrows tight and furrowed before he shoved the guy back and took an angry sip out of his beer.

The stranger didn't take a hint. He just hounded Jonouchi, shaking him as Jonouchi tried to shrug him off. It was rather troubling to watch; Jonouchi was clearly drunk and the man accosting him was not.

"Look, I'm not fucking interested, so leave me alone," barked Jonouchi. His voice was rising. Kaiba's eyebrows raised up, his interest piqued. Maybe this guy would end up with wet pants, too.

"I don't care if you're not interested," the guy bit back, "You owe me."

"I don't owe you shit, you piece of fucking garbage!" The rest of Jonouchi's angry insults continued in Japanese, Kaiba just blankly watching as the rest of the bar did, not commenting but clearly catching every word. They appeared uneasy as the man refused to take a hint. For some reason, Kaiba felt his body rise, and he left his table, approaching Jonouchi's seat. He reached out and grabbed the stranger by the shoulder before he could really be noticed.

"Look," Kaiba cut in, "I don't know if you're deaf or just stupid, but Jonouchi already told you he wasn't going with you. Either leave with some dignity, or things will get ugly."

The man blinked as Kaiba pressed his nails into his shoulder, his grip strengthening until the guy finally tried breaking away from him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, pal," the guy spat, "you want him, fine! He'll just drop you like he does everyone else."

"Go suck a fat one, you piece of shit," shot Jonouchi in a drunken slur of words, some not quite intelligible, "You're not welcome here anymore!"

The man finally got up and stalked away after giving out a rather rude gesture. Kaiba wasn't sure if was towards him or Jonouchi, but it didn't matter.

He turned and looked at Jonouchi. As predicted, he turned back to his small gathering of beers, picking one up and downing it before scratching his head. Kaiba just scoffed. At least it was quiet again. Walking back to his corner of the world, he turned back to his small meal; it was late and soon he'd need to call a cab to get back to his hotel room.

One of these days he'd have to get an apartment. But that would also mean accepting the move.

Maybe he'd have one more drink before leaving.