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Baka and Bishounen:
Chapter 6: What do you do with a drunken Seto?
Kaiba cursed to himself. How did he recognize him so quickly? He had tried to disguise his voice. Maybe it just made him sound more drunken. It really didn't matter that Joey recognized him, as long as no one else did. He glanced away from Joey's questioning look, knowing it would be increased once Joey actually saw him in the light. He looked down at his, cloths. He staggered out of the way of the lights of a car that passed, not yet. He cursed his limited movement.
It had been a bad idea.
He'd taken a few swigs of, what ever that crude alcoholic substance but then abandoned the bottle, along with the drinking idea, and raced to his limo, and was driven to his house where, he made a rush order. He had a better idea; he decided that he wanted to give up being Seto Kaiba. Seto Kaiba couldn't admit his feelings for Joey. Seto Kaiba was cold, and everyone was watching him.
He was going to prove that he was willing to give up everything he knew to discover this one mystery. That's what he was going to do.
No one would ever consider Seto feminine. It was actually this macho nature that made him make the decision in the first place. It was his problem, and he was the one who couldn't deal with it anymore, so he had to make a change, a big one. One step was all that Seto needed to take to bath his entire form in light.
He was wearing a dress. It was modeled on the invader of the Throne's dress, and it shimmered for and instant before Seto was reemerged in the dark. His eyes were accentuated with eye liner, but that was the only sign of make up.
Joey stammered "Kaiba? I think der is seriously something wrong here, are you drunk or something?". A dress? He couldn't imagine what Kaiba was thinking, and only felt concern for him. Something was sending Kaiba over the edge, and he had a feeling it was him. Maybe he could just tell Kaiba how he felt for him, and he'd go back to himself? He couldn't really think straight. He was defiantly not thinking straight. If he were straight he wouldn't be fighting with the restriction his pants were making… Dat dress, so damn revealing… certainly not made for a guy… Joey tried to say something, but was terrified it would come out as a moan. So he just gazed at the darkened figure… stunned.
Kaiba was panicked; Joey's stunned face was the absolution of the last thing he wanted to happen. Maybe he was testing Joey, if he could accept this, this mad dash into insanity, this worst case scenario; he felt that maybe he could except Seto Kaiba as well… couldn't anyone? Could he?
"Kaiba, I don't know what's up with you, I think dis media stress has got you down, don't worry, I don't think you love me" He defeated the last shred of his once brilliant hope, because, no matter how valuable his hope was, Kaiba's well being was seemed more important to him. "But um, getting drunk about it wasn't the best idea, you know, most everybody believes you're not gay, so don't worry about it! But dey will if dey see yous like dis… why don'tcha come on in to de game shop? Yuge understands pretty well everything!"
Kaiba's eyes flickered when Joey stated that he didn't think Kaiba loved him. Something was hidden in those pools of liquid chocolate. He could leave Joey there. He had Joey's full attention, and he was concerned, but was the blonde simply showering him with that plethora of friendship? He needed to see what was hidden in those puppy eyes… submerged could be longing, or could be… hatred. He might be trying not to hate you Kaiba. "I'm not feeling so well" was all Kaiba could manage. Both boys were trying their hardest to protect themselves. Kaiba didn't want to be led, and nursed, and to befriend Joey. He couldn't be sure if Joey felt anything near what he felt for him, why couldn't it have been a girl, it would have been so much more simple, 'I'm Seto Kaiba, let's talk'
Joey gazed at Kaiba as he apparently weighted the pros and cons, he wasn't just looking at Kaiba, Joey was enthralled. He'd done it a thousand times before, but now Seto was just standing there, so close, but mentally obviously far away, which granted Joey a moment to even peer into the oceans that were Seto's eyes, but he was caught like a deer in head lights when Seto snapped out of his thought process.
The secret was there, and he missed it! He looked on Joey sadly as he watched the very end of an expression he couldn't puzzle out. "What are you looking at?" It wouldn't mean anything if he followed Joey into that house. But that was the bad part wasn't it? It wouldn't mean anything.
"Yous looked kind of lost…" it was true anyways.
Why was this so damn difficult? "I um… My limo will be here any second; I'll just step inside for a minute…"
A minute, a second, Joey couldn't believe that, the nerve of that guy to never accept help, even drunk! "Kaiba, your gunna come to de Game shop, and your gunna change into- something decent, and then your going to sleep off dis drunkenness, your not taking off in a limo, staggering home alone, and probably scaring the shit out of your little brother, you hear me?" Joey didn't think he'd done anything that frightening in his life.
"Okay Joey, you win" Letting someone else win, was going to make him win, so Joey wasn't really wining right? He wasn't losing right? It was perfect, even if Joey didn't like him now, he would, he'd make it impossible to resist, that's what he'd do, he could do anything couldn't he? He could let Joey win too. He could blame being drunk later. He was glad Joey didn't do anything stupid like try to support him as he walked, not too gracefully, to the game shop, where Joey causally slunk into the back door, and led Seto to the bathroom with out anyone being the wiser.
Joey couldn't believe his luck. Kaiba actually listening to him, that was a once and a life time experience, he'd regret not liking someone he had a chance with after Kaiba left, but for now, there was the painful search for any hope, or maybe the searching was only him gazing at Seto, just trying to hold a part of Kaiba, if he could only have a trail of images trapped in his memory, it was something, he was starved, and if bread and water was all that was being served, he could at least survive.
-Bhakti: That's this chapter! But next chapter will be better of course, even better then Seto's pretty dress, because, he has to change out of the dress… he.he.he… Think about how Kawaii he'd be in Joey's cloths! Or… well, read and review!!!! Next chapter: "Not Locked"