Chest Cold
Disclaimer: Thank the Gods I don't own the chest cold virus or Yu-Gi-Oh or the Texas Chainsaw Massacre .. Yugi would be a bondage bitch if I did. And I do own Tom, he is my cat.
Warnings: None unless you include talking.
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[3 moths after "Praise Chorus"]
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Yami sat up, only to lie back down again. "Jou!! Help!" The crimson-eyed Pharaoh would have called Yugi in but he was in the middle of taking his final exams at the University.
Jou, still wearing an apron from cooking breakfast, popped into the room. "Yeah?"
"I don't feel so good." Was the reply, follow but a stuffy sounding sniff.
"How so?"
"I don't know just yet."
"Let me see." Jou walked up to Yami and Yugi's bed, and placed the back of his hand against Yami's forehead. A moment of silence, then Jou pulled his hand away. "Yup. You have a slight fever. Let me get the thermometer just to make sure."
Yami nodded his head and Jou left the room. 'Great. Now my Hikari won't be able to sleep with me until I'm better.' That thought was slightly depressing to him and he brushed it aside as Jou came back with a small cylinder in his hand.
"Open your mouth and keep this under your tongue until I come back. I'll bring your breakfast up to you." As Jou walked out of the room he added, "Also, you are not to move from that bed. Understood?"
"Yessum." The young man answered meekly.
"And no talking!" With that he left the room again.
'Poor Yami,' Jou thought. 'I feel sorry for him, considering this is his first cold.'
About two minutes later, Jou came back once again, this time baring a huge tray against his left hip and a couple of mugs of coffee in his right. Setting the mugs down on the very cluttered desk, he proceeded to shove over Yugi's notes on history to the far side of the wide monstrosity. 'Only Yugi would want to be a high school world history teacher.'
"I hope you don't mind, but I'm gonna eat with you." Jou grinned when Yami shook his head. Jou took the thermometer and comfirmed that Yami did indeed have a fever of 102*. "You don't need me to feed you, right?"
"No... I think I can accomplish that myself thank you." Yami opted to talk instead of shake his head, the headache that was forming right behind his left eye made moving his head too painful to do.
With the help of the blond's stable arm, the Pharaoh was able to sit up against the pillows and headboard enough to eat without spilling anything.
They ate in silence for a while before Yami broke it.
"How's work as a bartender going Jou?"
"Same shit, different day. Regulars hitting on me, Malik and Bakura throwing people out who can't behave... I'm just glad they're the bouncers. Hired them on when Seto bought the place for me last Christmas, much to Ryou and Marik's displeasure. Best damn bouncers I've ever had though." Jou grinned sheepishly. "They're just glad that I went to med school, they've had some bad scrapes on my account... And both know they can't go to a regular doctor, cuz they know that they'd end up killing him."
Yami smiled crookedly. "Yeah, I remember the first time you brought those two home with you. If I recall correctly, Bakura had a broken wrist and several good knife cuts, and Malik had more bruises then I could count and had broken all of his ribs. Ra damn it, scared me half to death!"
"Yeah, I also had you play nurse." Jou chuckled. "I still can't believe Bakura wouldn't willingly let me set his wrist."
"That bastard damn near broken my nose while held him down, he was thrashing around so much. What a weakling..."
They lapsed back into silence, occasionally taking sips of highly sweetened and heavily creamed coffee.
"Jou... I've always been meaning to ask... How did Seto find out that your father beat you?" He locked crimson eyes with the deep brown gaze and flinched slightly at the pain that flashed through them.
"Truth be told, it was the first time me and Seto made love..." Jou smiled in a sad sort of way, never looking away from Yami's intense crimson eyes. "He took off my shirt and saw all the bruises, scars that I had... He was furious!"
"Yes, I remember he came over the next day and asked if I knew about it. I was fair pissed myself when he told me! He asked me also if I wanted to go pay your father a 'friendly visit.' Believe me when I say that was the most fun I'd had in a *long* time."
"What did you guys do to him exactly? The reason I ask is simply that I haven't heard from that fucker in quite awhile, not that I want to see him."
"Oh that's easy to answer. We inflicted onto him ever single wound he ever gave you. Then I sent him to the Shadow Realm for the rest of eternity."
"Oh... ok." Jou replied, relieved.
Yami was suddenly caught up in a coughing fit, nearly upseting his plate until Jou took it from his lap.
"Be right back, Yami. I'm going to get you some cough syrup."
Yami's eyes were watering so bad that he didn't notice Jou had returned until a slim, graceful, delicate hand appeared into his line of sight. It was holding a small plastic cup with some kind of thick orange liquid in it.
"Drink it down fast, before your body desides to hack up a lung." Yami did as told, grimacing at the disgusting taste of the liquid.
"Gods be damned Jou! That stuff is awful!"
Jou took the cup. "You noticed? At least this 'stuff' will help keep you from coughing..." Jou gave Yami a lopsided smile when the bed-ridden male gave a huge yawn. "Go back to sleep, young man. I'll be back in a few hours to check on you."
Yami sank back into the bed. "I'm like five thousand years older than you Jou..." he countered as he slipped into sleep.
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Three hours later found Yami awake and bored out of his mind.
"Jou!" He called again for the seventh time in five minutes.
"Yeah?" Jou popped his silky, blond head into the room.
"I'm bored! Can you take me down to the living room so I can watch a movie, please?" Jou thought about this for a moment, noting the desparate plea of a man bored half to death.
"I... suppose so. Can you stand without assistance or do you need to be carried?"
Yami swung his legs to the floor slowly, experimentally putting his weight on them. "Carried please. My legs are shaking so bad, I couldn't walk even if I wanted to."
Jou sighed and went over to the bed. First he threw some of the blankets over his shoulder, then picked up Yami, bridal-style.
"Gods bless it, Yami! You're heavy." Jou grunted and slightly shifted his grip on the man in his arms, gaining a better hold.
"Just don't grope me!"
"What? You mean like this?" Jou moved his hand toward Yami's ass, pretending that he was going in for a grope when the Pharaoh started to squirm.
"Don't you dare! Not only will I kill you but so will Seto!"
"Stop squirming damn it! First of all, you're going to send us tumbling down the stairs if you don't stop. Second, Seto will kill you, not me. And third, I wouldn't grope you anyways cuz Seto's ass is much nicer than yours!"
Yami ceased struggling. "Damn, you have a point... About Seto killing me, that is, and I wouldn't know about his ass."
Jou chortled and continued down the stairs to the living room, settling his friend gently on the couch. He then added the blankets on top and moved to the shelf that contained the movies. "What movie do you want to watch?"
"Ummm.... The Texas Chainsaw Massacre."
Jou pulled out the movie and popped it into the dvd player. "You and your slasher flicks."
"You know you love to watch them. At least they're better than your sappy romance novels!"
"Are not! It's not my fault you have such a morbid sense of humor!" Jou countered and stuck out his tongue at his friend.
"Are too!"
"Arg! I am not *even* going to argue with you today. Arguing with senile spirits of Sennen Items isn't the most intelligent thing to do unless you have a death wish... You'd probably find some fucked up way to get revenge over this..."
"If you were fighting with Malik and Bakura then that would be a good bet... I, however, am to sick to care right now. Also, don't stick that tongue out unless you plan to use it." Another crooked grin. "Let's just watch the movie."
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Three slasher flicks, seven bags of popcorn, and countless cheesy scenes later, Yugi walked into the house. He was obviously tired.
"Hiya, Yug. How was your finals?" Jou asked when the Hikari plopped into Yami's favorite green recliner. Out of nowhere, Tom jumped into his lap.
"Evil. Anubis damn those tests. They're hard!" Yugi lifted his eyes from the psychotic animal in his lap and met the quizzical gaze of his friend. "I passed if that's what you're asking, although I won't know how well I did until next week."
"Hey! This calls for a celebration! Jou, pop another movie in while I order a couple of pizzas!" Yami grinned widely and snatched up the phone which was resting on the end table of the couch.
"While you're at it Yami, call Seto and tell him to get his cute butt over here. If he protests, tell him no anything from me for the next century!"
"No problem! Just no groping."
Yugi watched this little exchange with mild fasination. "What's wrong with him today Jou?"
"Chest cold... why?"
"Just wondering because he seems a little off kilter is all."
Jou grinned as he rumaged amongst the dvd's again. "He's off kilter every day."
"Hey! I heard that!" Yami sent the blonde a mock glare.
"You were meant to." Was the retort.
"Oh, just bite me Jounouchi."
"Where?" Jou snapped his jaws playfully, Yami "eeped" and all the while, Yugi giggled at the spectical.
"Ok kids, play nice."
The rest of the night, after Seto arrived, was spent going through two pizzas, more popcorn and sweets then they count remember and countlessly more cheesy horror scenes.
Owari
One more Chapter to go kids then this series is done!
Disclaimer: Thank the Gods I don't own the chest cold virus or Yu-Gi-Oh or the Texas Chainsaw Massacre .. Yugi would be a bondage bitch if I did. And I do own Tom, he is my cat.
Warnings: None unless you include talking.
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[3 moths after "Praise Chorus"]
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Yami sat up, only to lie back down again. "Jou!! Help!" The crimson-eyed Pharaoh would have called Yugi in but he was in the middle of taking his final exams at the University.
Jou, still wearing an apron from cooking breakfast, popped into the room. "Yeah?"
"I don't feel so good." Was the reply, follow but a stuffy sounding sniff.
"How so?"
"I don't know just yet."
"Let me see." Jou walked up to Yami and Yugi's bed, and placed the back of his hand against Yami's forehead. A moment of silence, then Jou pulled his hand away. "Yup. You have a slight fever. Let me get the thermometer just to make sure."
Yami nodded his head and Jou left the room. 'Great. Now my Hikari won't be able to sleep with me until I'm better.' That thought was slightly depressing to him and he brushed it aside as Jou came back with a small cylinder in his hand.
"Open your mouth and keep this under your tongue until I come back. I'll bring your breakfast up to you." As Jou walked out of the room he added, "Also, you are not to move from that bed. Understood?"
"Yessum." The young man answered meekly.
"And no talking!" With that he left the room again.
'Poor Yami,' Jou thought. 'I feel sorry for him, considering this is his first cold.'
About two minutes later, Jou came back once again, this time baring a huge tray against his left hip and a couple of mugs of coffee in his right. Setting the mugs down on the very cluttered desk, he proceeded to shove over Yugi's notes on history to the far side of the wide monstrosity. 'Only Yugi would want to be a high school world history teacher.'
"I hope you don't mind, but I'm gonna eat with you." Jou grinned when Yami shook his head. Jou took the thermometer and comfirmed that Yami did indeed have a fever of 102*. "You don't need me to feed you, right?"
"No... I think I can accomplish that myself thank you." Yami opted to talk instead of shake his head, the headache that was forming right behind his left eye made moving his head too painful to do.
With the help of the blond's stable arm, the Pharaoh was able to sit up against the pillows and headboard enough to eat without spilling anything.
They ate in silence for a while before Yami broke it.
"How's work as a bartender going Jou?"
"Same shit, different day. Regulars hitting on me, Malik and Bakura throwing people out who can't behave... I'm just glad they're the bouncers. Hired them on when Seto bought the place for me last Christmas, much to Ryou and Marik's displeasure. Best damn bouncers I've ever had though." Jou grinned sheepishly. "They're just glad that I went to med school, they've had some bad scrapes on my account... And both know they can't go to a regular doctor, cuz they know that they'd end up killing him."
Yami smiled crookedly. "Yeah, I remember the first time you brought those two home with you. If I recall correctly, Bakura had a broken wrist and several good knife cuts, and Malik had more bruises then I could count and had broken all of his ribs. Ra damn it, scared me half to death!"
"Yeah, I also had you play nurse." Jou chuckled. "I still can't believe Bakura wouldn't willingly let me set his wrist."
"That bastard damn near broken my nose while held him down, he was thrashing around so much. What a weakling..."
They lapsed back into silence, occasionally taking sips of highly sweetened and heavily creamed coffee.
"Jou... I've always been meaning to ask... How did Seto find out that your father beat you?" He locked crimson eyes with the deep brown gaze and flinched slightly at the pain that flashed through them.
"Truth be told, it was the first time me and Seto made love..." Jou smiled in a sad sort of way, never looking away from Yami's intense crimson eyes. "He took off my shirt and saw all the bruises, scars that I had... He was furious!"
"Yes, I remember he came over the next day and asked if I knew about it. I was fair pissed myself when he told me! He asked me also if I wanted to go pay your father a 'friendly visit.' Believe me when I say that was the most fun I'd had in a *long* time."
"What did you guys do to him exactly? The reason I ask is simply that I haven't heard from that fucker in quite awhile, not that I want to see him."
"Oh that's easy to answer. We inflicted onto him ever single wound he ever gave you. Then I sent him to the Shadow Realm for the rest of eternity."
"Oh... ok." Jou replied, relieved.
Yami was suddenly caught up in a coughing fit, nearly upseting his plate until Jou took it from his lap.
"Be right back, Yami. I'm going to get you some cough syrup."
Yami's eyes were watering so bad that he didn't notice Jou had returned until a slim, graceful, delicate hand appeared into his line of sight. It was holding a small plastic cup with some kind of thick orange liquid in it.
"Drink it down fast, before your body desides to hack up a lung." Yami did as told, grimacing at the disgusting taste of the liquid.
"Gods be damned Jou! That stuff is awful!"
Jou took the cup. "You noticed? At least this 'stuff' will help keep you from coughing..." Jou gave Yami a lopsided smile when the bed-ridden male gave a huge yawn. "Go back to sleep, young man. I'll be back in a few hours to check on you."
Yami sank back into the bed. "I'm like five thousand years older than you Jou..." he countered as he slipped into sleep.
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Three hours later found Yami awake and bored out of his mind.
"Jou!" He called again for the seventh time in five minutes.
"Yeah?" Jou popped his silky, blond head into the room.
"I'm bored! Can you take me down to the living room so I can watch a movie, please?" Jou thought about this for a moment, noting the desparate plea of a man bored half to death.
"I... suppose so. Can you stand without assistance or do you need to be carried?"
Yami swung his legs to the floor slowly, experimentally putting his weight on them. "Carried please. My legs are shaking so bad, I couldn't walk even if I wanted to."
Jou sighed and went over to the bed. First he threw some of the blankets over his shoulder, then picked up Yami, bridal-style.
"Gods bless it, Yami! You're heavy." Jou grunted and slightly shifted his grip on the man in his arms, gaining a better hold.
"Just don't grope me!"
"What? You mean like this?" Jou moved his hand toward Yami's ass, pretending that he was going in for a grope when the Pharaoh started to squirm.
"Don't you dare! Not only will I kill you but so will Seto!"
"Stop squirming damn it! First of all, you're going to send us tumbling down the stairs if you don't stop. Second, Seto will kill you, not me. And third, I wouldn't grope you anyways cuz Seto's ass is much nicer than yours!"
Yami ceased struggling. "Damn, you have a point... About Seto killing me, that is, and I wouldn't know about his ass."
Jou chortled and continued down the stairs to the living room, settling his friend gently on the couch. He then added the blankets on top and moved to the shelf that contained the movies. "What movie do you want to watch?"
"Ummm.... The Texas Chainsaw Massacre."
Jou pulled out the movie and popped it into the dvd player. "You and your slasher flicks."
"You know you love to watch them. At least they're better than your sappy romance novels!"
"Are not! It's not my fault you have such a morbid sense of humor!" Jou countered and stuck out his tongue at his friend.
"Are too!"
"Arg! I am not *even* going to argue with you today. Arguing with senile spirits of Sennen Items isn't the most intelligent thing to do unless you have a death wish... You'd probably find some fucked up way to get revenge over this..."
"If you were fighting with Malik and Bakura then that would be a good bet... I, however, am to sick to care right now. Also, don't stick that tongue out unless you plan to use it." Another crooked grin. "Let's just watch the movie."
*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*
Three slasher flicks, seven bags of popcorn, and countless cheesy scenes later, Yugi walked into the house. He was obviously tired.
"Hiya, Yug. How was your finals?" Jou asked when the Hikari plopped into Yami's favorite green recliner. Out of nowhere, Tom jumped into his lap.
"Evil. Anubis damn those tests. They're hard!" Yugi lifted his eyes from the psychotic animal in his lap and met the quizzical gaze of his friend. "I passed if that's what you're asking, although I won't know how well I did until next week."
"Hey! This calls for a celebration! Jou, pop another movie in while I order a couple of pizzas!" Yami grinned widely and snatched up the phone which was resting on the end table of the couch.
"While you're at it Yami, call Seto and tell him to get his cute butt over here. If he protests, tell him no anything from me for the next century!"
"No problem! Just no groping."
Yugi watched this little exchange with mild fasination. "What's wrong with him today Jou?"
"Chest cold... why?"
"Just wondering because he seems a little off kilter is all."
Jou grinned as he rumaged amongst the dvd's again. "He's off kilter every day."
"Hey! I heard that!" Yami sent the blonde a mock glare.
"You were meant to." Was the retort.
"Oh, just bite me Jounouchi."
"Where?" Jou snapped his jaws playfully, Yami "eeped" and all the while, Yugi giggled at the spectical.
"Ok kids, play nice."
The rest of the night, after Seto arrived, was spent going through two pizzas, more popcorn and sweets then they count remember and countlessly more cheesy horror scenes.
Owari
One more Chapter to go kids then this series is done!