Ferg-chan: Voila! A new chappie...be gratefull readers who are faithfull! Not even ONE review?! Why?!!!!!

John: They apparently don't like your writing.

Ferg-chan:...quiet you...but is it true dear readers?! Do you hate it so much that you won't even leave ONE MEASLY REVIEW?!!!! I am hurt! runs off sobbing

John:...well that was...interesting...ahem Anywho, any reader who leaves a review gets a cookie(a CHOCOLATE CHIP cookie). Now, on with the story!

Ferg-chan: runs back I own nothing but John and the other OCs in this!!

Life & Death

Chapter 2

Recap: Walking up to the sink John started to wash his face; sweat is not fun on your face, it's very icky. He put the liquid soap into a paper towel and started to lather it under the sink when he heard a voice that made him drop it in shock. "What the hell are you doing here?"

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John swiftly turned around to see who had shock him, and then sighed in relief. "Jeez Jou(ha! You thought it was Seto huh?), you scared the crap out of me. What the hell are you doing in here anyways?" Jou, who had just exited the restroom stall, raised an eyebrow at the defensive reaction to his speaking. "Using the toilet," he said. "This is a restroom isn't it?" John moved away from the sink as Jou went up to wash his hands. "Yes, I suppose it is."

A thick, awkward silence came between them; they could feel the heavy air around them, surrounding their entire being. As Jou finished washing his hands he realized something and turned around to face John. "You didn't answer my question you know, why are you here?" John stared at Jou for a millisecond before replying. "Fan-girls," he said. "They ambushed me in the hallway and there wasn't any other place to hide." The blonde adorned a face of understanding and reached into his left pocket to fish out a pen. He then walked up to John to write a number on his right hand. "Here," he said as he finished. "Go to this room when you're being chased and you will be safe from those horrid things." And with that he left.

The blacked haired teen looked at the number before walking back up to the sink to wash it off of his hand. He was starting to lather the soap up once again when he heard another voice speak to him. "So why are you washing a means of escape off your hand? Isn't it supposed to help you?" John quickly looked up to find that the reflection in the mirror was not his own. It was the reflection of another, very different, teen. The teen, unlike John's long black hair, had short flaming red hair matching his tail with a pair of golden eyes that held mischief inside them; his body was lithe and had a certain posture that held 'trouble'. His skin was an earthy brown with little white scars across his arms and chest.

"Renard," John muttered in aggravation. "What are you doing here rusé? Shouldn't you be causing trouble for some poor demon?" Renard snorted in amusement before he came out of the mirror to talk to John physically. "Don't you get it Loup?" He said in a smooth, snooty voice. "You're the 'poor demon'. I'm here to ask you why you aren't searching for that rabid bitch who mauled the elementary school teacher's husband. So, spill it wolf." Renard had a look of fury on his face, apparently he had been doing something important this time…yeah, right. He was probably just pulled away from screwing some dévergondée.

Even so, John felt betrayed. It seems like his mother does not trust his decision. John glared a fiery glare at Renard before replying. "I am searching for her. The only reason I'm here is to get a lead." The fox-demon looked at the wolf with a disbelieving look that said, 'oh do tell.'

Sighing in exasperation at the fox's stupidity John went into his explanation. "It's very simple, I look to old to be an elementary student, and if there is a demon there they will be looking for a recently hired teacher. Plus, this is a high school; surely there must be some gossip about the mauling." John then walked up close to the fox, so close that he could smell rankness of his blood red fur. "Me dire le renard, pourquoi la mère vous a envoyé pour vérifier sur moi? Sûrement je ne suis pas cela infidèle." The Fox growled at John in aggravation, he hated when the damn mutt spoke in French; he couldn't understand a word of it. Renard stepped away from the wolf angrily until his lower back slammed against the sink behind him. "Damn it loup! Speak in a language that I can understand!" Renard snarled out. "Stop trying to piss me off!" Chuckling at the angry fox's reaction John grinned and decided to tell Renard what he had said. "Hmp, what a stupid fox. What I asked you was why the mother sent you to check up me. I'm not that untrustworthy am I? Or have you been telling lies again?" Renard shot an irritated glare at John for his accusing comment. "I only did that once you silly pup! And you know that I was severely punished for that! Anyhow, to answer you previous question, I don't know why she has sent me to check on you. Maybe she is worried; maybe she has lost patience with you," the fox demon said as he shrugged. "I do not know, but if you want to then speak to Faucon; he is the new adviser to mother." John nodded in understanding to the fox before going back to the sink to wash the remains of the numbers that Jou wrote on his hand. By doing so, it made the fox remember his first question to the wolf. "You know John; you never answered my question. Why are you removing that means of escape from your hand?" The bell rang for the next class as wolf was drying his hands. "It does not matter right now," he said as he moved towards the door. "Remove yourself from here Renard, or you shall be seen." And with that, the black haired demon exited the restroom. Renard stood in there for what seemed like an eternity; thoughts running through his cunning mind. Why was the wolf being so secretive? He would always share his thoughts with him. The fox growled in frustration at John's evasive behavior and started to return to the mother; all the while thinking about what John said. "Damn it John," Renard snarled. "What are you planning?"

3 Minuets earlier!!!!! Scene change!!!!!!!

Seto Kaiba was not having a good day. "F&#ing son of a b$# whore…" He muttered along with many other profanities. Not only was he forced to be in gym today, some bastard ass-hole told the evil horny girls that follow him around about it! It took him almost forty-five minuets to get them away from him. "When I find that son of a bitch he's going to wish he was never born," he said as he slammed his gym locker closed. There was no way in hell that he would ever have boyfriend! And being an uke...oh hell fucking no! Seto growled as he walked out into the empty hallway just when the bell rang. 'Screw the bell,' he thought. 'I need to use the facilities.' As he neared the restroom a voice reached his ears. "Damn it John," it said. "What are you planning?"

'That's weird," Seto thought. 'Why is there someone in the restroom? The closest place to it is the gym, and I was the first out. And none of the teachers allow students out in the last five minuets. Must be a smoker.' Seto opened the door expecting to find some cigarett wielding punk against the wall, but what he found was interesting. All he saw was a red tail going into the mirror then disappearing. "What the hell?!" Seto exclaimed; his shocked face turning in to one of anger. There was only one person to blame when weird things would happen. "Yugi!" He muttered as he walked back out the door. The little runt had some explaining to do.

TBC

Ferg-chan: Yay new character!!!!

John: Finaly!

Renard: Hooray Im in the story now!!

Ferg-chan: Now on with buisness. French words you probably dont understand.

1) ruse - Foxy/fox

2) devergondee - Slut/whore

Ferg-chan: And there you have it. Now...review pleeeeeeease!!! I need reviews to keep me going! As a good friend of mine once said, "I need pressure to keep me going!" Give or take a few words...Anywho, appologies for spelling mistakes, bad grammer, or down write crappiness. Still dont have a beta.