HAPPY CHRISTMAS! (I say that so you all think I'm from England… or that I'm a Harry Potter fan (one of these facts is true… I won't tell you which one))
Short chapter again, only because the next scene is kinda long and I didn't want people to go insane with really long chapters, or at least, for me to go insane with really long chapters… I make no sense.
Readers! Do not be alarmed! Jounouchi is using a film camera in this chapter. Film. That's what the whole "dial" thing on the side is for, if you all can remember that far back in your childhoods. I know, I know, it's a little scary, but apparently demons can't handle digital cameras yet. It's not in their nature.
Chyaputa 12: Justification
1. something (such as a fact or circumstance) that shows an action to be reasonable or necessary
2. a statement in explanation of some action or belief
3. the act of defending or explaining or making excuses for by reasoning
"You're both going to what?" Kaiba questioned harshly. His arms locked over his chest, his stare as critical and as menacing as mentally possible.
"It's just one night," said Yugi simply. He pulled out a long sleeve, button-down shirt from Kaiba's dresser drawer and held it up to Bakura. They had already secured a pair of Kaiba's black dress pants and unfortunately for Kaiba, Bakura was pretty much his size. Yugi thought for a moment and then shook his head, throwing the shirt on the floor somewhere behind him. "No, blue's not your color."
"I have a color?" Bakura growled as he leaned against Kaiba's bedroom wall moodily, letting Yugi do all the work of picking out his outfit.
Kaiba scowled. He was infuriated. When Yugi and Bakura appeared in his home office, without warning, Kaiba had naturally assumed the worst, but he had been very much mistaken.
"Teleportation is for emergencies, Yugi-sama. It should not be used lightly," Kaiba stated, tone strained as he voiced his disagreement. "Not for such frivolous, human occasions."
"Since when do you criticize your superiors, Kaiba," Bakura taunted smugly.
Kaiba pointedly ignored his comment while Yugi pulled another pile of Kaiba's dressy shirts out of the drawer.
"Sorry Kaiba-kun, but this is sort of an emergency. Bakura's really got nothing to wear tonight and we knew you had to have nice stuff," Yugi explained, truthfully. "Of course if someone had told me earlier that they were planning to go to the dance we could have gotten clothes the proper way."
Bakura muttered nonsense under his breath.
Kaiba's eye twitched again. "I thought my resources would be more valuable then providing garments for your human entertainment," he hissed curtly.
"Deal with it," Bakura sneered, smirking. He was thoroughly enjoying how Yugi completely overruled Kaiba's disapproval of the situation.
"Is there a reason, Yugi-sama, why you two are wasting your time at this petty, superficial event?" Kaiba questioned, forcing the sharp words out of his mouth.
"The Holiday Dance?" said Yugi, examining a black silk shirt by holding it up in front of Bakura and biting his lip. "Um… well, there's not really a reason related to the mission if that's what you mean," Yugi answered casually. "But we are allowed to have a little fun every once in a while."
Kaiba snorted indignantly. Fun? They were on a mission of the top most importance and secrecy, none of them should have time to "have a little fun". Kaiba couldn't but think Yugi, a High Hashmallim, was out of his mind. He and the fool, Bakura, were indulging in human recreation while Kaiba was supposed to remain in this human establishment and inspect the information network? This was not what he had first envisioned when he had been granted this assignment.
"If it bothers you so much, pretend that we're going to improve our human social status, to obtain better… information," Bakura mocked coldly, eyes smoldering with amusement at Kaiba's animosity.
"You could come with us if you want," Yugi suggested as though this was a brilliant idea, which it most definitely was not.
"No thanks," Kaiba retorted rigidly. The memory of his previous encounter with an adolescent human party would not soon disappear. He would never willingly go into a situation like that again, not unless it was absolutely necessary for the successful completion of the mission, and then only if he had undeniable proof that the mortal idiot, Jounouchi Katsuya, would not be attending.
The idiot would undoubtedly be at the event tonight, seducing another student. Kaiba was absolutely certain of this.
Yugi shrugged and said, "Alright," before turning back to Kaiba's dresser.
"Why can't I wear this one?" Bakura questioned, picking up the black silk shirt.
"Black's so dull and besides your pants are black," Yugi said. Bakura frowned and returned to his wall. "By the way, you never told me why you decided to go." Yugi eyed Bakura slyly, in a very uncharacteristic way.
Bakura looked cautiously away; he always did before he was about to lie. "Malik's forcing me," the Guardian grumbled shortly.
Yugi grinned. "Of course, he is."
"What about you?" Bakura growled in retaliation, glaring at Yugi's back as he busied himself with the clothes. "Why are you going?"
"I'm helping the Dance Committee," Yugi responded. The remark was too even. Bakura, evidently, noticed this too.
"And you're just accidentally going to run into someone there?" Bakura provoked, intimidating Yugi, a feat that was too easy with this High Hashmallim. "Someone with a bad attitude to match his bad hair."
"Atemu doesn't have a bad attitude, you do," Yugi answered.
"You admit it then," Bakura claimed savagely.
Kaiba scoffed from the doorway. How childish. It seemed like something the idiot would do.
"And I like Atemu's hair…" Yugi protested weakly, moving away from Bakura.
Kaiba was disgusted. How could the two of them be so lax? They were even starting to act like humans with all their primitive squabbling.
"While you're here, Yugi-sama," Kaiba mentioned loudly, breaking up the useless conversation. Bakura frowned at Kaiba for ruining his fun. "I would like to make a request."
Yugi turned to him. "Yes, Kaiba-kun?"
"Since we seem to suddenly have all this… free time," Kaiba commented dryly. "I would like to make a trip back to the State."
Yugi's face crinkled in confusion. Bakura, as usual with matters that were not about him, was utterly uninterested.
"Why?" Yugi asked curiously.
"We are required to make a report to the Council every three human months, are we not?"
"Yes, but we usually just send it in," said Yugi. "There is no need to deliver the report in person. Besides we need you here in case something happens." Kaiba managed, just barely, not to snort. Nothing important would happen, not even if Yugi and the fool were off flaunting themselves.
"I will only be gone at the most five days," Kaiba said. "Besides there is some business that I would like to attend to while I am up there."
"What kind of business?" Bakura questioned suspiciously.
Kaiba gave him a cold glare in return. "Personal business."
"I don't see why you should get 'personal business' time off when you haven't done a damn thing this whole mission," Bakura spat, hostility ringing in his voice.
"I don't see how my personal business is any different from you and Yugi-sama taking the night off to 'have fun,'" Kaiba drawled. "Besides its quite difficult to show results when you are ordered to simply sit, wait and observe."
"Perhaps Yugi felt you were the most qualified for the job," Bakura sneered.
"Hey," Yugi warned, stepping in between the two of them again. "Control yourselves." He turned to Kaiba. "I understand your point, Kaiba-kun. Don't take too long and come back as soon as you are able."
Kaiba bowed. "Thank you, Yugi-sama."
Yugi smiled. "No problem. Good luck with your business."
Kaiba nodded, turned, then promptly left.
…)(-)-(Justification)-(-)(…
"Damn piece of shit," Jounouchi cursed, ready to smash the confounded camera to the ground and break it into thousands of bloody pieces. "I keep pressing this god-forsaken button thing but it's not taking a fucking picture."
"Did you wind it?" Ryou asked calmly, eyes focused on the math problems in front of him.
Jounouchi paused and flipped the large black camera over again. "Wind what?"
Ryou twisted around in his chair. "The little dial on the side. You have to wind it after every picture."
"Ah," Jounouchi grunted and tried to wind the little wheel on the back but it wouldn't move. "Fucking useless human shit…" he snarled.
At that moment Atemu entered the living room, nimble hands buttoning up his dress shirt. Jounouchi frowned. That's right, Atemu was getting ready for his big date with Yugi tonight at the dance. Jounouchi had almost forgotten.
"Your lens cap in still on, you know," Atemu commented mildly.
Jounouchi ripped the plastic cap off the camera face, grumbling darkly to himself.
"And be thankful," Atemu pointed out as he disappeared into his bedroom, "Last time I was stationed in the Human World, we had to wind the film with a crank and use gunpowder for the flash."
"Yeah, yeah," Jounouchi dismissed, tuning him out. "Hey, Ryou," he called as he walked up to the white-haired demon that sat at his desk doing homework. "Can you do me a favor?"
Ryou looked up. "Um, maybe. What is it?"
"Can you take the scout shift tonight? Atemu asked me to do it but something came up," Jounouchi explained.
Ryou's big brown eyes blinked, as though he hadn't just noticed Atemu walk through the room in his fancy clothes. "What's Atemu doing?"
"Ah…" the blonde hesitated. Atemu had told Jounouchi not to tell Ryou about Yugi. "Yeah, he said he was going out… I'm… not sure where… but he's, uh, not going to be here."
"Oh." Ryou's expression, oddly, twitched, as though he was suddenly truly disappointed, though Jounouchi couldn't fathom why.
"So can you do it?" Jounouchi asked again.
"I would, but I promised someone I would go to the school dance," Ryou admitted apologetically.
Jounouchi's mouth dropped open for the second time that day. "You're what?" Ryou was going to the dance? And with someone? A human? What the hell was going on? First Atemu, now Ryou, one by one all his fellow demons were handing themselves over to the human world! Was he next? Was everyone on this mission completely insane?
"Who's what?" Atemu asked, poking his head out of his bedroom. He was adjusting the tie around the neck of his fancy shirt.
"Ryou's got a date!" Jounouchi announced viciously.
Atemu frowned "A date?" he repeated in a trying-very-hard-to-be-casual-voice.
"It's not really a date…" Ryou interjected softly.
"Who's it with?" Atemu questioned, closing in on Ryou.
"Bakura," Ryou answered, turning back to his homework.
Jounouchi swore he saw Atemu's eyes flash at the sound of that name. It didn't mean anything to him though, he had never heard of this "Bakura" person before.
"I thought you were going to stay away from him," Atemu said slowly, voice low.
Ryou looked politely confused. "When did I say that?"
"I told you what I thought of him."
"Yes, I know you did."
Atemu frowned. "Ryou, you promised."
Ryou turned around to face him, expression blank. "Yes, I said I would be careful. I never said that I wouldn't hang out with him."
"Why shouldn't Ryou hang out with him?" Jounouchi questioned, butting in.
"Because Atemu doesn't like him," Ryou pointed out in a voice that was almost, at least for Ryou, cold.
"No, because I have this really strong, bad feeling about him. He's trouble and he's not someone you should be hanging out with, let alone be dating."
Ryou stood up and walked over to his bedroom door. "Atemu-kun, I respect your opinion but really it's my choice. I can take care of myself."
Jounouchi nodded silently in agreement. The guy was like the most powerful demon, after all.
"And it's not a date," Ryou added, as he opened the door to his room. "Besides, I'm sure you wouldn't want to compensate your evening with Yugi, would you?" and then he disappeared into his bedroom.
"Ouch," Jounouchi moaned and turned to Atemu. The blood-eyed demon was glaring at the blonde distrustfully. "What? I didn't tell him!" Jounouchi cried defensively.
Atemu sighed, letting out a frustrated breath. "At least I don't have to worry about telling him now."
"Yeah, that's good!" Jounouchi laughed positively, patting Atemu roughly on the back. "So, are you actually going out with Yugi this time or is this still in the 'not yet' stage?"
Atemu glared at the blonde again, his mouth tense. "That's not really your business, is it?" he answered coolly, pushing Jounouchi away and moving across the room to get his jacket.
"It is if you bring him into our lives," Jounouchi said, following his friend.
"I have no intention of 'bringing' him anywhere," Atemu stated calmly.
"Then why are you going out with him?"
Atemu turned, staring Jounouchi down. His age and wisdom made Jounouchi feel as stupid as a human child. "Jounouchi-kun, this is nothing. You shouldn't worry about it. Believe me, I know what I'm doing."
Ryou came out of his bedroom at that moment, all dressed and buttoned up like Atemu, brushing his long white hair.
"That's all well and good, Atemu, but we have other, bigger problems. In case you both forgot we're still on a mission," Jounouchi accused, spinning from Atemu to Ryou. "Like tonight for example, who's going to stay home and scout?"
Atemu and Ryou's stares drifted off as though trying to make themselves look inconspicuous.
"What about you, Jounouchi-kun? What are you doing tonight?" Ryou asked curiously.
Jounouchi rolled his eyes tiredly. "I'm going to the dance. Otogi asked me to."
"So you got a date too?" said Ryou.
Jounouchi was so shocked by Ryou's comment that he choked. "W-what? No! He asked me to do a favor for him that involves being there."
"He's taking pictures for the school paper," Atemu added.
"Yeah. That!" Jounouchi proclaimed. "The point is we can't just skip scouting."
"Why not?" Ryou asked, tugging at a knot in his fluffy hair.
"It's only for a couple of hours," Atemu added. "Statistically, there's a very small chance that we'll miss anything monumental."
Jounouchi couldn't believe what he was hearing. This didn't sound like Atemu at all. Hadn't he been the one who had jumped on Jounouchi for being so careless at that horrible, horrible incident at the party a month ago? Why were Ryou and his attitudes so different now? Did this mean that they were no longer taking this mission seriously?
"I don't believe you two!" Jounouchi snapped, hot anger washing through him. "If we give up tonight how many more nights are we going to just take off in the future when we get lazy?! Next month it'll be, 'Oh, statistically, we can still catch the angels and their hidden power source if we take Fridays off! Sure, let's go frolic with our human lovers!'"
"That's not going to happen," Atemu drawled sternly, stare flat and less than dazzled with Jounouchi's impression of him.
"Fucking hell. Don't you guys remember we're in a war? We're fucking soldiers! One night could be the difference between success and failure. One night could decide the end of the Higher Being War! And you two are off running around courting humans! You're putting our whole existence in jeopardy!"
"It's not like that…" Ryou protested limply, mighty white head bowed. "We're not going to violate the Balance Laws or anything…"
"But you already are! You both are!" Jounouchi cried. "Can't you guys see that?"
There was an awkward pause. Jounouchi's head hurt. And did know why he felt so angry all the sudden… it felt misplaced.
"Jounouchi," said Atemu again, taking a deep breath. "Believe me when I tell you that I know what you are saying. But don't you think I know what I'm doing? I know this is wrong, I've seen it."
Jounouchi's hands dropped. That's right. Sometimes he forgot how old Atemu really was. The guy had lived through the Ancient Wars, seen things Jounouchi could only imagine.
"I know," Atemu continued, "Don't you think I go over it in my mind every second of the day? Don't you think I try to talk myself out of it?"
Ryou was still facing the corner of the room, not speaking, not, that Jounouchi could see, reacting to their conversation.
Atemu shrugged. "I'm sorry," he admitted, surrendering. "I'm a hypocrite. I'm going to that dance. Sorry, if you're disappointed in me, Jounouchi." And then he walked to the front door and held it open, letting the cool air of the unheated apartment building hallway into their living room. It sent a shiver down Jounouchi back. "Anyone else who'd like to come with me is welcome."
There was silence for a moment then Ryou slowly put down his hairbrush and moved toward the door.
Jounouchi sighed. There really was nothing left to think about. Except for the possibility that Kaiba might or might not be there. And if he was… oh God, if Kaiba was there what was he going to do?
"If something happens, I'm blaming you, Atemu." the blonde grumbled, snatching his coat from the closet and throwing it on.
"If you must," Atemu responded simply, holding the door for him.
…)(-)-(Justification)-(-)(…
The noise Ryou could deal with; he had heard worst things in his existence. It was the flashing lights that drove him insane. The huge overhead gym lights were off, replaced by a series of spinning, flashing, seizer lights to light the dance floor. Jounouchi, Malik, Atemu and Yugi had disappeared a while ago. Ryou wondered for a second why Bakura had stayed with him. The two of them were sitting down at a table in a dark corner, away from the dancing, the occasional ray of light bouncing off of them. Ryou's heels rested on the edge of his chair, skinny legs bent and knees pressed against his chest. Bakura sat rigid in his chair, back straight and hands in fists. Ryou wondered if his friend was even alive anymore.
'Why am I here?' Ryou thought suddenly.
As much as he tried to repress them, Jounouchi's words kept echoing back to him, as though a hand was slapping him over and over again across the face. But he wasn't breaking the Balance Laws. This wasn't a date. He wasn't doing anything wrong. Yes, he had accepted Bakura's invitation to the dance but the bronze-skinned human had never actually said it was a date.
But he thought it was. In his mind he wanted…
Ryou shivered.
"This is nice, isn't it?" Ryou commented conversationally.
Bakura glanced questioningly at him.
Even from this far away, the monstrous music still drowned out all other sound.
Ryou curled his finger, beckoning Bakura nearer. The other cocked his head towards Ryou's mouth. "I said, this is nice," Ryou pointed out to the dance floor where students went crazy, swinging their hips and arms around with their fellows.
Bakura squinted at Ryou as though he was going slightly senile. "Are you mental?" he accused. A flash from one of the dance lights hit Bakura, enveloping the human in a green glow. "It's disgusting."
Ryou shrugged. "Dancing looks fun." Maybe he was going senile. He leaned his head against Bakura's shoulder. No real reason why, he hadn't even noticed that he had done the action until he felt Bakura's muscles freeze up under his skull.
'This is nice,' Ryou thought. Had he ever leaned against someone like this before?
The mob of the dancers looked like some thriving, thrashing nightmarish beast, decorated by glowing bulbs of rainbow rays. And in the corner of his vision, Ryou noticed how closely Bakura was watching him with those dangerous eyes of his, the ones that were so tangled Ryou couldn't read their depths.
And Ryou's pale skin began to prickle. Because this wasn't a date. Because his head wasn't spinning. Because he was only leaning on Bakura's shoulder to keep the beating, blaring disco lights from making his eyeballs ache. He had no attachment to this human. Jounouchi was wrong.
"Ah… Did you want to dance?" the guy who was not his date asked awkwardly.
Ryou could see the dread in Bakura's expression if he said yes. "Oh… No, not really."
"Good," Bakura grunted, with relief.
"Why are you such a pessimist?" Ryou wondered.
"Why do you always ask stupid questions?"
Ryou turned his head so that his chin was resting on Bakura's shoulder, facing him. "I want to know."
'Because you're so interesting,' Ryou thought, gazing fearlessly into his not-date's fierce stare. The only thing reflected in their depths was himself, his own wide human eyes.
Bakura turned his head away. Ryou was sad to lose sight of his dangerously complicated eyes. "Curiosity will kill you."
Ryou smiled. He wished he could see more, see what was inside Bakura, his true nature. "I can't help it."
Bakura turned back, face scowling harshly. "Don't do that," he snarled in a voice that made Ryou shiver.
The smile melted off Ryou's face. "Do what?"
The human squeezed Ryou's arm, until it hurt. And it did hurt. "Do you have any idea what I want to do to you?" Bakura growled poisonously in his ear.
Danger. Danger. Danger.
Yes. Ryou knew very well. "What?"
Unexpectedly Bakura turned angry. "God! You are so annoying!" And then he twisted sharply away in his seat, unceremoniously dislodging Ryou from his side.
Ryou wondered why it felt like Bakura had ripped opened a hole in Ryou's chest. When he looked down he saw nothing but his dressy white button-down shirt. But it still hurt…
Bakura was hiding his face, his head pointed down at the floor. A pulsing vein in his neck revealed his true frustration.
The metaphorical hole in Ryou's chest widened. He was scared, afraid that Bakura might get up and walk away, leaving Ryou at his table alone. He wanted nothing else in the entire cosmos than to see those dangerous, dangerous eyes again, to watch Bakura's true desires through his mind's eye.
Bakura's lips were moving but Ryou couldn't hear his words over the music.
Slowly so he wouldn't scare his not-date away, Ryou reached out and placed his hand on top of one of the human's powerful fists.
"What did you say?" Ryou asked kindly, pulling him closer so they could hear each other again.
Bakura rolled his eyes, irritably. "You have… bad eyes and an ugly smile."
Ryou was confused. That had been unexpected.
"I'm sorry?" he suggested uneasily.
Bakura's hand unraveled so Ryou could grip it better. "You shouldn't smile."
"Why?" Ryou asked, at risk of Bakura blowing up again.
"You just… don't do it right, ok?" Bakura hissed, frustration ringing in his words. "You don't look happy. You've never looked happy…"
And that shocked Ryou, right to his demonic core. Because it was silly. Because Ryou was happy. Of course he was. He was fortunate. He was lucky. How could Bakura presume to know…? How could he, a human, possibly understand… It was Ryou's turn to look away now. He had no idea what his own eyes were saying, but just in case he didn't want Bakura to see them.
The music changed. Instead of hard pounding rhythms it was softer, practically sweet. Students drifted into the center of the room in pairs, wrapping their arms around their partner and beginning to sway. The disco lights slowed to fit the mood.
One red spotlight hit Bakura. It reflected off his copper skin, turning it amber. The red bounced into his violet eyes bringing out their crimson.
Ryou stared.
He knew his eyes were wrong, that he was hallucinating but for a moment it looked like Bakura was covered in sweet, sweet delicious blood. It dripped off his finger tips, locks of hair and his beautiful frowning lips. Ryou could feel his mouth water and his stomach lurch forward. Hell, give him just a taste! Just one pretty, pretty taste…
Then it was over. Bakura was staring skeptically at him. Ryou must have had a very odd look on his face.
"You ok?" Bakura questioned suspiciously.
Ryou's stomach growled. "Fine," he squeaked.
Bakura didn't look convinced.
Ryou tried to smile, to drive all Bakura's worries away, but failed. He was holding onto Bakura's hand too tightly. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop the image of Bakura covered in gallons of sweet, sweet blood from surfacing in his mind.
'Stop it!' he told the urges, gripping Bakura's sweaty human hand tighter. 'Not now. Please, not him.'
"You look sick," Bakura commented.
Ryou shook himself. "I'll be fine." The demon tried to sound reassuring but without his smile that too failed miserably.
"Ah… do you want to go home?" Bakura suggested hesitantly.
Leave? Leave with Bakura? Yes, then they would be alone. And it would be so easy to drag the human into a dark alley and drain him… Ryou's stomach quivered thirstily.
"No, I want to stay."
Bakura shrugged, not making eye contact. "Fine."
One electric guitar intro later and the fast paced dance music was back. Students rushed into one single mob again. Ryou leaned back into his seat again. His not-date's shoulder was very close by, so tempting…
'Don't,' Ryou told himself but it was too late. His head was on Bakura's shoulder again, Bakura's hair brushed against the tender skin on his neck. And this time his not-date did not flinch. But all Ryou noticed at that moment was through his cheek, in that human body, he could felt the thump, thump, thump of so much beautiful, beautiful blood.
And there couldn't be a sudden unknown weight of another human head on his, because that would mean that Bakura was being halfway, rigidly affectionate…
Ryou's body heated pleasantly. Bakura was too delicious.
'This human skin may be attracted to you but I'm not,' Ryou told his not-date silently. 'I don't want you one bit, no matter how interesting you are.'
…)(-)-(Justification)-(-)(…
Dances were a waste of space. Whoever invented the idea of dragging students out of their homes on a weekend and cramming them all into one sexually active zone must have been on drugs.
It was bad enough that Jounouchi had agreed to waste his evening there for Otogi's sake, which wasn't his fucking problem in the first place, but his fellow students took him for granted as their own personal photographer. From the moment he stepped in the gym doors, he had been stopped by girl after fucking girl, all wanting him to take a picture of her and her date or other girl friends. It was getting fucking annoying.
And Atemu and Ryou wanted to be here? Didn't they have any freaking dignity?
Jounouchi broke his hating the world campaign for a moment to check the camera, goddamn human contraption. He had taken twenty pictures. That was most of the film. Otogi should be happy with that and if he wasn't, well screw him; the pretty boy could take his own fucking pictures next time.
Getting up from his chair, Jounouchi headed for the exit. But even as he neared the doors, Jounouchi couldn't stop his eyes from glancing around the room four or five more times, searching for anything…a head of neatly combed brown hair…
Like the one five feet to the left of him.
Jounouchi's heart stopped, he didn't even notice that his feet had stumbled over each other. There, standing alone with strictly erect posture on the side of the dance floor was… oh fucking lord of darkness…
Jounouchi didn't think. He didn't even check his reasoning as his hand landed on this brunette guy's shoulder and forced the bastard to turn and face him…
"You ass-"
And a slightly confused and very pissed off looking senior, who Jounouchi could swear he had seen stuffing freshmen into trashcans, glared back at him.
"What'd you say, punk?" the definitely-not-Kaiba guy snarled.
"Um, picture?" Jounouchi offered, lifting up his camera.
The guy looked at him meanly for a few more seconds.
"What's up, baby?" A scarily stick-thin girl came out of the crowd and slung herself on the guy's arm. "Ooo! A camera! Oh take a picture of us, please!" she squealed and Jounouchi did so before hastily disappearing back into the crowd.
'Stupid!' he shouted angrily at himself, stomping off. 'Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! How could I think that brute was him? King of fucking Hell!'
Not that Jounouchi was surprised not to see that blue-eyed bastard here when the guy didn't even bother showing up to school most days. Why would he come? There was no reason why the bastard should show up. He certainly didn't have great reputation for parties.
Fuming with self-loathing, Jounouchi was ten feet away from the door when he was rudely interrupted again.
"Are you Jounouchi Katsuya?" a girl asked.
Jounouchi had to admit she was very pretty, for human standards. "Sorry, all out of film. No more pictures," Jounouchi lied and made to walk around her but the girl stepped in front of him again.
"Oh no, I didn't want that. I was just wondering if you would like to dance?"
Jounouchi had to shake himself before answering. "What?"
The girl looked hurt. "I was just wondering…"
Jounouchi closed his mouth before anything stupid or insulting could come out of it again. Then he understood. A random pretty girl asking him to dance? This sounded familiar.
"Did Otogi send you?" Jounouchi questioned.
"Oh, uh well…" the girl was suddenly fidgeting. "He told me your name…"
This was too much. Fucking hell, couldn't these fucking humans just leave him alone? Was that too much to ask?
On the other hand… why not? A burst of righteous fury cascaded through his system. This girl was pretty and she seemed nice. Why shouldn't he dance with her? Why not join Atemu and Ryou? He too could forget all about the mission and live forever in the human world for eternity. Seemed like a good enough plan, so why not?
Then a haunting image of an all too familiar face surfaced in his mind, looming above him, silky brunette hair brushing against his forehead. A pair of slightly delirious blue eyes falling into him.
Why not?
Jounouchi could picture it. He could see him and this girl dancing the night away, all up close and friendly, and then who should enter the scene at that exact moment? Who else? The fucking king of bastardness himself. He would see Jounouchi dancing with that girl, having a hell of a time. Kaiba would be pissed and serve the bastard right. Let him squirm and think of Jounouchi for a change! Let him go home in a blind furious rage and fall asleep with that image in his head of Jounouchi having a fucking good time without him! Why fucking NOT?
"Sorry," Jounouchi grumbled. "Thanks for the offer, really, and I'm sure you're very nice but I'm not feeling too well. I'm just going to go home."
The girl nodded in understanding without understanding a damn thing. She did not look disappointed, after all what did she care about him?
Absolutely nothing at all.
Jounouchi walked passed her and out into the night. After all, if Kaiba wasn't going to show up, why bother staying?
…)(-)-(Justification)-(-)(…
So cute no? You haven't even sniffed cute yet! Although that RyouxBakura seen was pretty awesome, if I can say so about my own work. (weirdos… insanity) But wait for Yugi and Atemu. (teehee…)
Hope you all have a fantastic holiday. I do wish I could have written something special for the holidays though… I did last year, the whole "If You Were Gay" fic. Not bad, people seemed to like it anyway. I had never done a pure one-shot humor fic before so I suppose my experiment was a success? I think so. I tried to write something funny again… but it wasn't actually funny… isn't that sad?
TOO MUCH TALKING!! I'm sure you have better things to do.
NEXT CHAPTER!!: Yugi and Atemu are having a moment when you should wander in? Who ruins everything? Here's a clue: (shivers) Atemu has to think quick… as it were… Kaiba, what are you doing up there!?! Crazy boy. Ryou gets a little crazy too, and not in a good way.
REVIEW!!
Please do.
REVIEW!!
Get it? Rhyming? Good.
