This one is actually my own! (gasp) and it's pure crack and exaggeration!
Jou snuggled closer to the very warm body in front of him. It was moments like this, peaceful, quiet, calm, almost meditative moments that Jou loved the most. The familiar, comforting scent lingering in Kaiba's room was infused into the very aura and feeling of it. A still contentness had enveloped the two figures, bringing on a wave of security and happiness.
Meaning that Jou and Seto had just finished a round of hot, fast, and hard sex. All puns intended.
Jou looked up and met the blue eyes of the Kaiba, smiling slightly at the look held in those orbs. There was that infinite blue... and a bit more blue... and more blue... Jou frowned suddenly.
He pulled himself up higher to stare closely at Seto's eyes. All he saw was endless blue. Not exactly a bad thing, his lover's eyes were beautiful! But something was strange...
"What's the matter, pup?" Jou sat in a pensive silence for a few seconds as he thought about his answer. "Eyes hold da answers to a lot of tings, Kaiba, don't dey?" Seto sat up, his eyes only flickering slightly darker in the semi-darkness. Of course, Jou thought, still frowning, that could just be a trick of da light...
"I suppose. What are you thinking?" Jou stared at Seto's eyes for a few more minutes, still seeing nothing but blue. "I can't read your eyes." "What do you mean?" "Well, usually, I can look at a person's eyes and know what dey're tinking or feelin', ya know? Well, I can do it ta you, to! But now I can't. And it's buggin' me."
Eye contact was held for a few seconds before Seto let out a small chuckle. "Jou, that whole eyes-are-the-window-to-the-soul thing is garbage. Nobody's eyes can tell you what they're thinking or feeling. Facial expressions, yes, but not just eyes. You cannot decipher my thoughts and emotions because of the light."
"What?" Jou asked dumbly. The other had lost him at about the fifth word. Seto sighed and blue eyes slid shut as their owner rubbed them, trying to beat back the oncoming headache. "It means that when people talk about eyes telling them everything about a person, they're exaggerating. It's not so much the eyes as the face around the eyes. What do you remember most about me when I'm, say, angry?"
Jou thought for a little bit, trying to remember. When he came to the answer, he thought some more. If he admitted that, then Kaiba was right. And Jou didn't want the other to be right. Again. But alas, he could come up with nothing. "I remember that you're angry and your eyebrows come closer together. And you clench your jaw shut. And your eyes narrow—" "Pup, stop right there. Eyes can't narrow. That's physically impossible. As is changing colors with the changing of emotions" he said, cutting off the expected reply.
Jou frowned, and as he knew he wouldn't, Seto saw no change in the dark brown eyes.
"While we're talking about it, it's also impossible to have flickers of emotion pass through eyes, or for them to contain any emotion or endure any kind of change at all."
Jou shuffled under the covers for a moment, then looked up to meet Seto's gaze again. There was NOT a glint of challenge in the brown pools, as Seto knew there wouldn't be. There didn't need to be. The Kaiba could picture the determined look on his mutt's face well enough without the overly-romanticed and slightly clichéd comments about eyes thrown in the mix.
He had a clear mental picture: chin jutting out in a flamboyant challenge, daring anyone to oppose him, nostrils flaring if he was really angry, eyebrows furrowed, bangs swinging in front of the other's eyes. The same brown eyes they always were and would always be. No melting pools of chocolate brown, flaming with energy and passion.
Ironically, that was one of Seto's favorite faces for Jou. Others were... well, shall we say reserved for special circumstances.
Like sex.
"Now go to sleep, puppy." "Stop it wit the dog names, Kaiba!"
Ah, the pout. Seto could hear the whining in Jou's voice, and it brought to mind the annoyance that people continuously insisted that their eyes widened and darkened when the body was overcome with any emotion. More commonly known as the aptly-named 'puppy-pout' or 'chibi-eyes'.
The Kaiba let his eyes shut and lay down, signaling the end of the conversation. "No, your eyes do not get bigger and/or cuter, I don't care what Yugi says." Jou pouted, but lied down nonetheless and pressed himself against Seto's chest.
One thing his lover's body had over his eyes, Jou thought mildly as he ran fingers over the chest in front of him, was hotness. Ice-blue eyes were beat out by red-hot body any day.
Ok, that was short and random. Oo idk what it was all about, even. I just read so many fics where eyes convey everything and such impossible things happen with 'em... it's kinda boring and getting old... w/e... leave a review? Please?
