Heh heh heh...I couldn't help it, it just felt so right.

Anyways there's more than likely a second part to this, but don't get your hopes up. There might not be :)

Doujinshi

Katsuya walked into the little hole-in-the-wall book shop, hoping to find the not-so-well known manga he was looking for. The manga itself was old, so finding it on even eBay wasn't possible and despite how the witty blonde loved that site (they sold tons of fun things!) but it did every-so-often let him down.

Like for this manga.

Books in the Hole was the name of the delicate little shop, literally hidden in the wall of an alleyway; Katsuya had found it when he was younger while being chased by the police. The nice bookshop owner eagerly hid him under the counter until the police left and she offered him a drink and her story—which Katsuya thought it was only fair to accept after what she had done for him—and they had come very close for a shop owner and a customer.

The shop itself was quaint with the romantic dim lighting and hundreds of books—more than half of the books one-of-a-kind originals that inspiring young artists, and some older famous ones, sold to just for fun—and there was a good amount of the doujinshis and regular books she only rented out or let people read them in the shop.

Hopefully his manga would not be one of those books. It was the last in the series and he had all the rest of them.

He walked into the shop, greeted by the soft chime of the bells as he walked in a small, endearing smile from the keeper. Her eyes wrinkled and sparkled as she put the book she was holding down and intertwining her fingers.

"It's been a while, Wheeler."

Katsuya smiled, the old-gang name wringing his heart. He remembered being proud of that name, since all the members in his group gave themselves a fake names to operate under to psych-out the police. He swore Joey Wheeler was still on top of their 'To Catch' list.

"Actually, my real names Jou. Katsuya Jounouchi," He smiled thoughtfully, walking behind the counter and opening his arms. "Hug?"

The keepers lips smirked and she followed through with best hug he'd ever gotten. She'd always been the best hugger. "How can I say no to that face?"

Katsuya smiled, "Ya can't."

The Keeper shook her head. "Arrogant as usual. I'm sure bein' on T.V. didn't help."

"Not at all," Katsuya confessed warmly, picking up a snow globe off the counter. She'd always been a collector; snow globes were almost as populated as the books in the shop, but this was new. This had a puppy inside of it where as she usually kept the one with a picture of her deceased husband at the front desk. "What happened to the snow globe of your husbands picture, Martha? That even went home with you at night."

"Oh, that old thing, he sits next to my bed waiting for me to get home. I got lonely since a certain Mad Dogs member stopped coming to my shop and found this one. He kept me company, I call him Joey."

"Ha. Ha." Katsuya said, putting it down. "Man...Mad Dogs..." He closed his eyes remembering his gang. They had been family—like a real family—when he had none. Admittedly, the gang name did suit him, since he was often referred to as 'Stray' in his old days. "I miss them."

Martha's eyes twinkled omnisciently. "I'm sure they do too. Ya'll loved each other. The lot of you." She paused to take a breath a second and looked at him, "Now I'm sure you came here for more than little ole me."

"More like little old you," he stated jokingly, the twinkle spreading to his eyes, as she pouted and glared. Even for a little old lady, she was cute. "But yeah, I'm lookin' for a manga. It's old and I thought you might have it."

"Hmph, calling me old then expectin' me to help. Go explore yourself. Manga's in the back in alphabetical order nest to the doujinshi section. If you don't find it I don't have it."

Katsuya laughed and waved himself to the back. Expertly, he looked through the books and found what he wanted. The best part was there were two of them! She'd surely let him buy it! There was no way he wasn't sweet talking her into it! Not with two of them!

"I found it, Martha!" He shouted across the otherwise empty store.

"Don't yell!" Martha shouted back comically. Katsuya laughed and started to walk back but stopped.

The doujinshi section had filled out, having almost so little last time he'd been here. And there was that series he had been reading for a while way back when...he wondered if the guy or girl ever updated the set, or if he could find some new ones he liked. It'd give him a reason to come back too. He liked this shop, it was like a little part of him had always been here for him to find.

He smiled and started digging through, finding a few he decided he'd like to try and even the rest of the series he had read, though he took the entire set to reread, it had been a while and he wasn't sure how much he remembered.

And then he found...it.

It was a doujinshi from Battle City. Not that that was weird, Katsuya supposed. If an artist favored a duelist he or she could write about the duelist winning or something of the sort, but the doujinshi was nothing like that! No, it was a shipping doujinshi! Starring him and Mister Ice-for-a-heart Seto Kaiba!

Interesting.

His cheeks heated. He (only self-admittedly) did have a crush, but this was weird in a so-not-normal kind of way. Who wrote a doujinshi about two actual people, anyways? Really, who? He wondered. And about two people you've never met?

And he thought the Ancient Egyptians were crazy people!

Gently (and scared) Katsuya took the doujinshi from its slip and and started to flip through it and Oh My God! Some psychotic freak drew Seto fucking him! Really! He blushed even harder seeing his drawn-self's head thrown back in one panel and the well-endowed part of Seto ramming him to his balls in another! And they both seemed to be enjoying it!

He closed it, squeezing his shut before placing it back in it's place and heading to the check-out counter. He couldn't read it now.

Martha grinned watching return from the back with the manga and rather large stack of doujinshis. She knew he'd always been a secretly big reader. When he was younger. he sit for hours and just read everything she would suggest. When he set them down he announced his buying of the book and renting of everything else, she smiled knowingly and started to scan.

Though she did give him a quirked brow as she held up the doujinshi featuring him and Seto. He blushed and looked away, feeling even more uncomfortable with his choice. Maybe he should have just put it back on the shelf instead of just back in its slip. "I—I'm curious, alright?"

Her looked didn't waver.

"Stop looking at me like that!"

She shrugged and zapped it into her computer (which Katsuya swore it was a dinosaur it was so old!), "I've got more in the back. The artist dropped off a few more a couple days ago and she seemed to inspire a few others that also have recently dropped off some of the same nature it you're interested. I just haven't put them in the computer yet."

"N-no," Katsuya stuttered, "That's awright."

"Well," Martha said, leaning on the counter and looking him in the eyes, "they'll be here."

"Martha!" Katsuya screeched as she leered at him suggestively. "Stop it! Wouldn't you be curious if someone drew about you!"

"Of course," She stated flatly, scanning the last doujinshi and hitting a few keys on the keyboard harshly. Katsuya winced knowing (mostly from experience) that she poked hard. He pitied the keyboard. "And someone has, about me helping out the supernatural— good series, but its at home, I'll bring it for you if you want— but you realized you're being dominated, in a bedroom, in this right?"

Katsuya blushed more, his face a blooming red rose. He should of just came back and read it in the shop! This was just creating problems!

Martha's eyes sparkled suddenly, and she smiled mischievously. "So you like him?"

Katsuya squeaked and put a ten dollar bill down for the five-dollar book and grabbed the stack, hurriedly. Out, his insticts shouted, get out of there, now! "Igottago. Forgotaboutsomething. Talktoyalater, bye!"

And without a second looked at her chuckling, he rushed out the door. Gods that was so embarrassing!

But he couldn't wait to go home and read his new stuff.