The Five Shades Of Blue
Chapter Nine
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, if I did, then I'd be sitting and thinking... "What the hell am I supposed to do now?"
WARNING: CONTAINS YAOI, SWEARING, ADULT SITUATIONS ETC.
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\-Scene change/Time shift. Words may be used to describe Time shifts.
"..." - Speech
'...' - Thought
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"Hurry up you two, we're gonna be late." Logan's deep, gentle voice floated through the hallway, reaching both Seto and Jounouchi's ears. Jou cursed and fumbled with his cell before resolutely cramming the tiny piece of technology into his pocket.
"Pup, it insults me to know that you think I'm blissfully unaware of your plight." Seto said tonelessly. His face looked worn and he was tired, but since that day Jou had come to him with news of Logan's sudden wish to stay with them he had sworn to watch Jou more carefully. That was two days ago, and now here they were, a trio of ridiculously good looking men going out to dinner, Seto's carefully formulated plan had amounted to nothing so far.
"Pup?"
Jou looked taken aback by the comment. The blond studied Seto's gaunt face. Angry that Seto's expression didn't betray any of his inner emotions, Jou simply stared at him with an air of disdain.
"Pup, please, talk to me." Seto said, voice suddenly thick. Jou noticed this slight change and before Seto had time to hide his tears, he had strode over to him and enfolded him in his arms. Seto rested half his weight on Jou, relieved that he finally got a response that wasn't an angry grunt.
Jou pulled away gently.
"M'sorry Seto. I've jus' been tryin' ta figure out a few things dat's all. I didn't mean ta worry ya. Forgive me?"
Seto released a deep, uncharacteristic laugh and kissed Jou's forehead.
"Of course I forgive you. You go on ahead, I have to leave a note for Mokuba."
Jou grinned, happy that that short but intense chapter of his relationship with Seto had ended. He knew that he really could talk to Seto if things were bothering him. 'But Logan?' He thought bitterly.
Jou banished all unhealthy thoughts from his cluttered mind and ambled out into the snow to where the limo was waiting. Logan was leaning against the car door quite casually, occasionally bringing his cigarette to his lips. One habit that suited Logan was definitely smoking. He looked cool, not repulsive and unhealthy, but laid back and good natured, unapproachable, but cool. Logan dropped his cigarette, and stepped on it. He patted Jou's shoulder when the blond approached.
"What's takin' Mr Vanity so long?" Logan joked, smiling at his brother all too innocently.
"Don't call him dat you asshole. He's leavin' a note for Mokuba." Jou retorted, fury evident in his tone.
"Touchy aren't we Katsuya? I'm sure Seto-kins absolutely adores Mokuba." Logan purred, still smiling. Jou looked at him sharply, racking his brain for an insult. No time.
Logan kissed Jou on the cheek gently, before taking off his glove and caressing it.
"Yes Katsuya, I'm sure that Seto loves his brother very much. But not as much as I love you." Logan said quietly, stepping away from Jou and resuming his leaning against the door pose. Jou touched his cheek where his brother had kissed him, and looked at Logan.
Jou's other half looked weary and forlorn. He's breathing was uneven, Jou noticed, and his eyes were glimmering with an emotion that Jou couldn't quite discern. Both brothers were pulled out of their trances by Seto slamming the front door loudly, without meaning too. Jou sniffed, and smiled at Seto who shrugged and smirked. Logan was silent.
Seto ran a hand through his hair. He was careful not to walk down the steps too fast in the event that he fell. The steps were covered in ice and he really wasn't in the mood for pain. As he was walking, he took the time to quickly scan his koi. Jou was wearing a dark green dress shirt, with a light jacket. Seto marveled at Jou's resilience where weather was concerned.
Seto tried hard to help it. But he couldn't. He shot a quick glance at Logan and his brain noted was he was wearing against his mind's will. Logan looked perfectly comfortable wearing a dark purple turtleneck, with a black but soft leather jacket thrown on. He looked great. Seto himself was wearing a corporate style black shirt and jacket. He threw on a blue dress tie for colour.
Logan, seemingly brought out of his daydream, clapped his hands together. Jou dived into the limo immediately, presumably to be out of the cold. Seto arched an eyebrow when Jou's twin gestured for him to get in, earning a cold, piercing and downright scary gaze from Logan. Seto didn't let any emotion form into an expression. He merely got in the car and sat as close to Jou as was possible. Logan got in last, and closed the door firmly. Seto barked a few orders to the driver, before closing the tinted glass barrier between the passengers and driver.
A/N: I'm sick! I really don't wanna be sick. It sucks. I remember loving being sick when I was a kid, but now for some reason it's just a bother. Bleh, I'll write the next chap as soon as I can. I hope you enjoyed this one. Sorry if it's on the short side.
