A/N: One of these days I really AM going to work on something
besides this fic. Honest. But you all know whose fault it is
I'm updating this soon by now. Actually, I'd have had it up
sooner, but then I decided that the last scene was too short and
waited 'til I could think of a way to lengthen it. Now, for
those of you who have expressed concerns about the state of my
other works . . .
Part six of "This Time Around"- I am a page in and temporarily stuck.
Part ten of "Strangers With Familiar Faces"- Again, I have one page and am otherwise stuck.
Part twelve of "The Skin I'm In"- I have nothing. ^_^;;
Part six of "Things Worth Dying For"- Again, I have nothing.
Meanwhile, "Love You Only" and "A Digital Fairy Tale" are being typed up but still need a great deal of editing. Don't even ask about "Slayers REGAL," "Thinking of You Again," or "The Responsibility of Seeing In the Dark." *grimace* I would appreciate any help that anyone has to offer in regards to any of these, whether it be plot ideas or something as simple as an art site that you think might inspire me. Just having someone to bounce ideas off can be a tremendous help.
There, I think that's all of them.
Also, one of the reviewers didn't know this, so just to make sure that you all do: the "kun" suffix is used for boys, and "chan" for girls. Attached to the first name, these are typically signs of friendship or a romantic relationship. "Kun" may be used for a boy who is younger than you or who you are disrespecting (assuming that you are not friends), and some teachers will call all of their students "kun," regardless of gender. Sometimes a boy may be called "chan," but this is only for very young children, or if trying to imply that the person you are speaking to is extremely immature or extremely close to you. "San" is a term of respect- something like "sir" or "Mr." in English, though that's a very loose translation. "Sama" is another term of respect, but more like "Milord." Again, though, this is a relatively loose translation. Suffixes may be dropped to show either a lack of respect or the sort of closeness that comes from, say, going to Hell and back with a person.
Whew, that took a bit. This is kinda vague, too. *prods Author's Note From Hell* Is that enough info?
Any more questions, minna-kun? Then review and ask me! ^_~
"Egyptian." "/Japanese./" Beware a few (very) loose translations. :b
"Kiss of the Wild Soldier"
"Is it to much to ask that I get through one day without reaffirming my hatred of everything that I supposedly stand for?" Yuugi asked the nearest mural wearily. The artwork refused to answer, and Yuugi unhappily returned his attention to the motionless body of the young man that had been dropped before him by a small group of guardsmen. "This one is the leader, then?" he asked finally.
The guards shifted uneasily.
"Not exactly, my lord," the foremost guard replied, clearly nervous.
"Meaning, of course, that he was just the first one that you could get your hands on," Yuugi said flatly. The guards flinched. The pharaoh groaned in annoyance and squatted down on his haunches in front of the other boy.
The guards gasped in horror at the sight of the pharaoh sitting lower than them and dropped to the ground as well. Yuugi just ignored them- he was more than used to it.
"Oi," he drawled in the street version of the soldier's tongue, snapping his fingers over the other's head and mentally bracing himself to pull off an act as a more abrasive and, hopefully, more threatening person. He was kind at heart, but not naïve enough to think that he could earn a soldier's respect with sweet words. "/Get up, asshole. I know you aren't really unconscious./"
The soldier's head jerked up, his expression startled at the sound of someone speaking a familiar language. When his eyes focused on Yuugi, his face immediately went dead white.
"Ya-Yami-kun?!" he sputtered in disbelief.
"/Nope; name's Yuugi,/" the pharaoh informed him bluntly, leaning forward so that they were nose-to-nose. "/Gimme yours, brat./"
"Honda," the soldier replied in a cautious tone, his eyes already drifting towards the kneeling guardsmen. "/What the hell are you supposed to be, kid, some kind of fucking inquisitor?/"
Yuugi sniggered. "/No, I'm the fucking pharaoh,/" he said with a smirk.
"/Very funny,/" Honda retorted dryly, clearly not believing him. "/Am I allowed up yet?/"
"/Depends./" Yuugi shrugged and leaned back slightly, steepling his fingers before himself. "/You know a lanky blonde; fights with a knife?/"
"/Oh, THAT'S not too vague,/" Honda snorted, rolling his eyes. "/Half of my men fit that description./"
"/He's also the Red Eyes' master,/" Yuugi added with another smirk.
"/ . . . oh,/" Honda said weakly, swallowing hard. "/THAT blonde./"
"/Uh-huh,/" Yuugi agreed, smirk deepening. "/My high priest ran off after him. Knowing Seto, he'll come back in a month or so with a handful of souvenirs from the other side of the country and a sickeningly cheerful disposition that'll take weeks to wear off, which is pretty damn scary on him. I'd rather not have that happen if I can prevent it, so tell me: who is that blonde and how do I kill him?/"
"/Fuck off, kid,/" Honda snarled. "/I don't sell out friends, especially not to self-righteous little bastards like you./"
"/Oh, I like you!/" Yuugi cried happily, eyes sparkling with genuine delight as he leaned back on his heels and clapped his hands together. "/Okay, I've decided./"
"/Decided what?/" Honda asked, confused.
Too late- Yuugi was already in his infamous "ignore-the-outside- world"-mode. The guardsmen simultaneously cringed upon recognizing it. It tended to lead to troublesome things, like new taxes and cultural shock.
Yuugi hopped to his feet and cheerfully exclaimed, "Sugoi, Honda- kun! You will be my lovely tenshi-seer's new slave, ne?"
Honda just stared blankly at him, understanding none of the Egyptian words and getting no sense out of the ones in his own tongue. ". . . nani?" he inquired finally. Yuugi just beamed at him.
"My pharaoh!" one of the guards exclaimed. "You can't possibly intend to give this- this brute to the seer! He could harm her! He should be executed for his crimes, or sold to someone at the market!"
"I don't see why." Yuugi shrugged lightly. "He's an excellent specimen, and an officer too- dear Isis can't complain. She's probably already seen him coming and is warming her bed," he added with a mischievous wink. The guards just whimpered in slightly stupefied horror. They would've rather had the taxes.
"/You scare me,/" Honda muttered. "/I don't even know what you're saying, and you still scare me./"
"Ah, arigato, Honda-kun!" Yuugi laughed, nodding to the other. "/I am honored by your kind words!/"
As Honda shook his head in exasperation, Yuugi internally cheered. This was, at last, an interesting person! A person who wasn't afraid to speak his own mind, even to his captors!
He had never actually intended to kill the blonde, but now he was wondering if they could keep him. Assuming Seto brought him back alive- if all the soldiers were like this, he just had to meet more! They were amazing!
And privately, he reflected that he wouldn't mind meeting one of those female fighters he had seen in the ranks either.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Seto was not happy. True, he was bleeding quite a bit, which was nice. But the beautiful boy who'd MADE him bleed was nowhere in sight.
He had actually escaped. Slipped past Seto's guard and stabbed him, then abandoned his own knife and stolen the priest's stilettos. And that had been fine- that had been GOOD! Except that, instead of finishing him off, the blonde had left. Just dashed off like he wasn't right in the middle of a minor war, and recalled his Red Eyes to go with him!
Seto silently reminded himself that his feelings were NOT hurt because the pretty boy didn't want to come out and play with him and finally withdrew the Blue Eyes White Dragon from the sky with a defeated sigh. What a waste- he had wanted so badly to keep fighting! The priest felt like he could've fought forever as long as it was with an opponent like that.
He hadn't even gotten his name. At that moment, he would've cheerfully hacked his own arm open from wrist to elbow with a blunt chisel if it meant that the blonde's name would be reflected in the blood. Suicidal Seto might be, but he was not fond of pain.
So in the end, he was left to sulk back towards the palace, feeling rather let down and slightly dizzy from blood loss.
"Stupid boy," he mumbled sourly as he paused by an alley to catch his breath and ended up falling over.
"I missed you too," the blonde said with a laugh, appearing from the alleyway and catching him.
"You came back?" Seto tipped his head back and blinked up at him. "Why?"
"I forgot to give you my name, baka!" the blonde replied, laughing again. "You didn't expect me to be that rude, did you, Seto-koi?"
"Yes," Seto retorted flatly. The blonde gave him a guilty grin.
"Well, I'm not," he declared. "My name is Jounouchi. It's nice to meet you."
"Likewise," Seto returned, nodding slightly.
"So, wanna go somewhere?" Jounouchi glanced up and down the street.
"What for?" Seto gave him an odd look.
"So you can buy me dinner before I put out," Jounouchi replied with a wide grin. "That's the polite way to do it."
The priest gave him a dubious look. "Perhaps I could go see a surgeon first?" he suggested dryly. "Just for kicks."
"Better than bleeding all over the restaurant," Jounouchi agreed cheerfully. "And I dunno about you, but I personally find gore to be something of a mood-killer."
"You're a very blatant person," Seto observed with a faint frown. "I don't meet many people like you."
"Really?" The soldier tipped his head to the side. "Well, fair's fair, I guess- I don't meet many people like you. Well, Yami-kun is, kinda, but you seem a little crazy- no offense. But he's actually pretty grounded, if a bit of a mother hen."
"Who is Yami-kun?" Seto asked with only polite curiosity.
Jounouchi scowled slightly. "I'm . . . not sure," he confessed slowly. "He's Egyptian, but he's lived in the palace ever since I can remember. He's our best general," he added a moment later. "I was always a bit jealous of him, to be honest, but I do think of him as a friend. Dunno what he thinks of me, though."
"You're friends with your general?" The priest looked skeptical.
"Yeah- gods, was my father pissed when he found out," Jounouchi chuckled. "'Course, that was mostly 'cause he caught us in bed together."
Seto smirked at him. "Sleeping your way up?"
Jounouchi blinked in surprise, seeming genuinely startled by the question. "Eh- why-?" He stared at Seto for a moment; then frowned again and shook his head, as if to clear it. "No. No, it wasn't about that. It just . . . was."
"Did you love him?" the priest questioned.
"Of course," Jounouchi replied, shrugging slightly. "Still do. But never really like that."
"Ah, the joys of casual sex," Seto drawled, leaning back against the wall.
"Gods, no." Jounouchi winced. "Never casual. With people that I don't love, yes- but never casual."
" . . . Why aren't we trying to kill each other anymore?" Seto asked after a brief silence.
"Because I'm just that charming?" Jounouchi guessed, smiling at him. Seto rolled his eyes. "Okay, maybe not," he amended, stretching slightly. "I'm kind of tired now, though. Bed sound good?"
"Where did you plan on sleeping?" Seto looked exasperated. "You'll freeze out here."
"I know- you have some extremely fucked-up weather in this country," Jounouchi agreed gloomily, disposition turning a one- eighty. "I miss snow."
Seto's eyebrows furrowed together. "What's that?"
The soldier laughed. "I'll tell you sometime," he promised. "If you're ever there, I'll even make you a snowman. He'll be hot, too- uh, but that's kinda a contradiction . . . " He laughed again, sheepishly scratching his cheek.
"Sounds interesting anyway," Seto remarked, smirking slightly.
"Good." Jounouchi flashed him a grin. "Glad you think so, Seto- sama."
The priest paused, confused. " . . . 'sama'?" he repeated uncertainly. "I don't really know your language, but doesn't that mean something like 'Master'?"
"Kinda," Jounouchi said carefully. "'Cause you beat me."
"I was under the impression that you were the victor," Seto said dryly.
"Didn't mean the fight," Jounouchi told him. "I know I won that. But you won my interest, so . . . you'll be Seto-sama. I like saying it anyway."
"Why?" The priest cocked an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Because it's nice to think that someone else is going to deal with the world," the soldier replied, closing his eyes. "Just for a little while, though. 'Cause, y'know, I still have to find the you-know-whats."
"I figured you would," Seto said, standing up straight again. "Come on. Let's go home."
Jounouchi smiled at him. "But where is home?" he asked.
Seto paused. "Point," he admitted. "I don't really have one. I usually sleep at the palace, though."
"That works," Jounouchi said brightly. "Gonna feed me?"
"If you insist." Seto sighed. "Honestly, you're like a dog. 'Feed me, scrap with me, pet me.'"
"Ooo, I LIKE that last idea!" the blonde exclaimed. "But food first, 'kay? I'm better after I've eaten."
Seto blushed. "I didn't need to know that," he muttered.
"Yes you did," Jounouchi countered, grinning wickedly.
"Pervert," the priest snorted.
"Like you aren't up for it." Jounouchi snickered. "Hentai."
"That is quite beside the point," Seto informed him. "And don't call me names you don't intend to translate."
"Yes, hentai-sama!" Jounouchi bowed deeply to hide his grin.
Seto groaned in exasperation and pulled him along. "Come on," he ordered. "I still need to get this looked at."
"I pulled my strike," Jounouchi told him. "It shouldn't be too bad."
Seto stopped in his tracks to stare at the other. "You . . . pulled it? Why? You should've killed me then- I'm your enemy."
Jounouchi gave him a gentle smile. "Iie," he told him softly, shaking his head. "Daisuki da, Seto-chan. Soreirai zutto- warenagara. Kuchidzukeru watashi? Onegai?"
The priest just kept staring, and seriously wished that he'd learned the soldier's tongue when he'd had the chance. He had the feeling that he would really want to know what that had meant before long.
* tbc . . . *
. : review- it does a ba good : .
Part six of "This Time Around"- I am a page in and temporarily stuck.
Part ten of "Strangers With Familiar Faces"- Again, I have one page and am otherwise stuck.
Part twelve of "The Skin I'm In"- I have nothing. ^_^;;
Part six of "Things Worth Dying For"- Again, I have nothing.
Meanwhile, "Love You Only" and "A Digital Fairy Tale" are being typed up but still need a great deal of editing. Don't even ask about "Slayers REGAL," "Thinking of You Again," or "The Responsibility of Seeing In the Dark." *grimace* I would appreciate any help that anyone has to offer in regards to any of these, whether it be plot ideas or something as simple as an art site that you think might inspire me. Just having someone to bounce ideas off can be a tremendous help.
There, I think that's all of them.
Also, one of the reviewers didn't know this, so just to make sure that you all do: the "kun" suffix is used for boys, and "chan" for girls. Attached to the first name, these are typically signs of friendship or a romantic relationship. "Kun" may be used for a boy who is younger than you or who you are disrespecting (assuming that you are not friends), and some teachers will call all of their students "kun," regardless of gender. Sometimes a boy may be called "chan," but this is only for very young children, or if trying to imply that the person you are speaking to is extremely immature or extremely close to you. "San" is a term of respect- something like "sir" or "Mr." in English, though that's a very loose translation. "Sama" is another term of respect, but more like "Milord." Again, though, this is a relatively loose translation. Suffixes may be dropped to show either a lack of respect or the sort of closeness that comes from, say, going to Hell and back with a person.
Whew, that took a bit. This is kinda vague, too. *prods Author's Note From Hell* Is that enough info?
Any more questions, minna-kun? Then review and ask me! ^_~
"Egyptian." "/Japanese./" Beware a few (very) loose translations. :b
"Kiss of the Wild Soldier"
"Is it to much to ask that I get through one day without reaffirming my hatred of everything that I supposedly stand for?" Yuugi asked the nearest mural wearily. The artwork refused to answer, and Yuugi unhappily returned his attention to the motionless body of the young man that had been dropped before him by a small group of guardsmen. "This one is the leader, then?" he asked finally.
The guards shifted uneasily.
"Not exactly, my lord," the foremost guard replied, clearly nervous.
"Meaning, of course, that he was just the first one that you could get your hands on," Yuugi said flatly. The guards flinched. The pharaoh groaned in annoyance and squatted down on his haunches in front of the other boy.
The guards gasped in horror at the sight of the pharaoh sitting lower than them and dropped to the ground as well. Yuugi just ignored them- he was more than used to it.
"Oi," he drawled in the street version of the soldier's tongue, snapping his fingers over the other's head and mentally bracing himself to pull off an act as a more abrasive and, hopefully, more threatening person. He was kind at heart, but not naïve enough to think that he could earn a soldier's respect with sweet words. "/Get up, asshole. I know you aren't really unconscious./"
The soldier's head jerked up, his expression startled at the sound of someone speaking a familiar language. When his eyes focused on Yuugi, his face immediately went dead white.
"Ya-Yami-kun?!" he sputtered in disbelief.
"/Nope; name's Yuugi,/" the pharaoh informed him bluntly, leaning forward so that they were nose-to-nose. "/Gimme yours, brat./"
"Honda," the soldier replied in a cautious tone, his eyes already drifting towards the kneeling guardsmen. "/What the hell are you supposed to be, kid, some kind of fucking inquisitor?/"
Yuugi sniggered. "/No, I'm the fucking pharaoh,/" he said with a smirk.
"/Very funny,/" Honda retorted dryly, clearly not believing him. "/Am I allowed up yet?/"
"/Depends./" Yuugi shrugged and leaned back slightly, steepling his fingers before himself. "/You know a lanky blonde; fights with a knife?/"
"/Oh, THAT'S not too vague,/" Honda snorted, rolling his eyes. "/Half of my men fit that description./"
"/He's also the Red Eyes' master,/" Yuugi added with another smirk.
"/ . . . oh,/" Honda said weakly, swallowing hard. "/THAT blonde./"
"/Uh-huh,/" Yuugi agreed, smirk deepening. "/My high priest ran off after him. Knowing Seto, he'll come back in a month or so with a handful of souvenirs from the other side of the country and a sickeningly cheerful disposition that'll take weeks to wear off, which is pretty damn scary on him. I'd rather not have that happen if I can prevent it, so tell me: who is that blonde and how do I kill him?/"
"/Fuck off, kid,/" Honda snarled. "/I don't sell out friends, especially not to self-righteous little bastards like you./"
"/Oh, I like you!/" Yuugi cried happily, eyes sparkling with genuine delight as he leaned back on his heels and clapped his hands together. "/Okay, I've decided./"
"/Decided what?/" Honda asked, confused.
Too late- Yuugi was already in his infamous "ignore-the-outside- world"-mode. The guardsmen simultaneously cringed upon recognizing it. It tended to lead to troublesome things, like new taxes and cultural shock.
Yuugi hopped to his feet and cheerfully exclaimed, "Sugoi, Honda- kun! You will be my lovely tenshi-seer's new slave, ne?"
Honda just stared blankly at him, understanding none of the Egyptian words and getting no sense out of the ones in his own tongue. ". . . nani?" he inquired finally. Yuugi just beamed at him.
"My pharaoh!" one of the guards exclaimed. "You can't possibly intend to give this- this brute to the seer! He could harm her! He should be executed for his crimes, or sold to someone at the market!"
"I don't see why." Yuugi shrugged lightly. "He's an excellent specimen, and an officer too- dear Isis can't complain. She's probably already seen him coming and is warming her bed," he added with a mischievous wink. The guards just whimpered in slightly stupefied horror. They would've rather had the taxes.
"/You scare me,/" Honda muttered. "/I don't even know what you're saying, and you still scare me./"
"Ah, arigato, Honda-kun!" Yuugi laughed, nodding to the other. "/I am honored by your kind words!/"
As Honda shook his head in exasperation, Yuugi internally cheered. This was, at last, an interesting person! A person who wasn't afraid to speak his own mind, even to his captors!
He had never actually intended to kill the blonde, but now he was wondering if they could keep him. Assuming Seto brought him back alive- if all the soldiers were like this, he just had to meet more! They were amazing!
And privately, he reflected that he wouldn't mind meeting one of those female fighters he had seen in the ranks either.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Seto was not happy. True, he was bleeding quite a bit, which was nice. But the beautiful boy who'd MADE him bleed was nowhere in sight.
He had actually escaped. Slipped past Seto's guard and stabbed him, then abandoned his own knife and stolen the priest's stilettos. And that had been fine- that had been GOOD! Except that, instead of finishing him off, the blonde had left. Just dashed off like he wasn't right in the middle of a minor war, and recalled his Red Eyes to go with him!
Seto silently reminded himself that his feelings were NOT hurt because the pretty boy didn't want to come out and play with him and finally withdrew the Blue Eyes White Dragon from the sky with a defeated sigh. What a waste- he had wanted so badly to keep fighting! The priest felt like he could've fought forever as long as it was with an opponent like that.
He hadn't even gotten his name. At that moment, he would've cheerfully hacked his own arm open from wrist to elbow with a blunt chisel if it meant that the blonde's name would be reflected in the blood. Suicidal Seto might be, but he was not fond of pain.
So in the end, he was left to sulk back towards the palace, feeling rather let down and slightly dizzy from blood loss.
"Stupid boy," he mumbled sourly as he paused by an alley to catch his breath and ended up falling over.
"I missed you too," the blonde said with a laugh, appearing from the alleyway and catching him.
"You came back?" Seto tipped his head back and blinked up at him. "Why?"
"I forgot to give you my name, baka!" the blonde replied, laughing again. "You didn't expect me to be that rude, did you, Seto-koi?"
"Yes," Seto retorted flatly. The blonde gave him a guilty grin.
"Well, I'm not," he declared. "My name is Jounouchi. It's nice to meet you."
"Likewise," Seto returned, nodding slightly.
"So, wanna go somewhere?" Jounouchi glanced up and down the street.
"What for?" Seto gave him an odd look.
"So you can buy me dinner before I put out," Jounouchi replied with a wide grin. "That's the polite way to do it."
The priest gave him a dubious look. "Perhaps I could go see a surgeon first?" he suggested dryly. "Just for kicks."
"Better than bleeding all over the restaurant," Jounouchi agreed cheerfully. "And I dunno about you, but I personally find gore to be something of a mood-killer."
"You're a very blatant person," Seto observed with a faint frown. "I don't meet many people like you."
"Really?" The soldier tipped his head to the side. "Well, fair's fair, I guess- I don't meet many people like you. Well, Yami-kun is, kinda, but you seem a little crazy- no offense. But he's actually pretty grounded, if a bit of a mother hen."
"Who is Yami-kun?" Seto asked with only polite curiosity.
Jounouchi scowled slightly. "I'm . . . not sure," he confessed slowly. "He's Egyptian, but he's lived in the palace ever since I can remember. He's our best general," he added a moment later. "I was always a bit jealous of him, to be honest, but I do think of him as a friend. Dunno what he thinks of me, though."
"You're friends with your general?" The priest looked skeptical.
"Yeah- gods, was my father pissed when he found out," Jounouchi chuckled. "'Course, that was mostly 'cause he caught us in bed together."
Seto smirked at him. "Sleeping your way up?"
Jounouchi blinked in surprise, seeming genuinely startled by the question. "Eh- why-?" He stared at Seto for a moment; then frowned again and shook his head, as if to clear it. "No. No, it wasn't about that. It just . . . was."
"Did you love him?" the priest questioned.
"Of course," Jounouchi replied, shrugging slightly. "Still do. But never really like that."
"Ah, the joys of casual sex," Seto drawled, leaning back against the wall.
"Gods, no." Jounouchi winced. "Never casual. With people that I don't love, yes- but never casual."
" . . . Why aren't we trying to kill each other anymore?" Seto asked after a brief silence.
"Because I'm just that charming?" Jounouchi guessed, smiling at him. Seto rolled his eyes. "Okay, maybe not," he amended, stretching slightly. "I'm kind of tired now, though. Bed sound good?"
"Where did you plan on sleeping?" Seto looked exasperated. "You'll freeze out here."
"I know- you have some extremely fucked-up weather in this country," Jounouchi agreed gloomily, disposition turning a one- eighty. "I miss snow."
Seto's eyebrows furrowed together. "What's that?"
The soldier laughed. "I'll tell you sometime," he promised. "If you're ever there, I'll even make you a snowman. He'll be hot, too- uh, but that's kinda a contradiction . . . " He laughed again, sheepishly scratching his cheek.
"Sounds interesting anyway," Seto remarked, smirking slightly.
"Good." Jounouchi flashed him a grin. "Glad you think so, Seto- sama."
The priest paused, confused. " . . . 'sama'?" he repeated uncertainly. "I don't really know your language, but doesn't that mean something like 'Master'?"
"Kinda," Jounouchi said carefully. "'Cause you beat me."
"I was under the impression that you were the victor," Seto said dryly.
"Didn't mean the fight," Jounouchi told him. "I know I won that. But you won my interest, so . . . you'll be Seto-sama. I like saying it anyway."
"Why?" The priest cocked an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Because it's nice to think that someone else is going to deal with the world," the soldier replied, closing his eyes. "Just for a little while, though. 'Cause, y'know, I still have to find the you-know-whats."
"I figured you would," Seto said, standing up straight again. "Come on. Let's go home."
Jounouchi smiled at him. "But where is home?" he asked.
Seto paused. "Point," he admitted. "I don't really have one. I usually sleep at the palace, though."
"That works," Jounouchi said brightly. "Gonna feed me?"
"If you insist." Seto sighed. "Honestly, you're like a dog. 'Feed me, scrap with me, pet me.'"
"Ooo, I LIKE that last idea!" the blonde exclaimed. "But food first, 'kay? I'm better after I've eaten."
Seto blushed. "I didn't need to know that," he muttered.
"Yes you did," Jounouchi countered, grinning wickedly.
"Pervert," the priest snorted.
"Like you aren't up for it." Jounouchi snickered. "Hentai."
"That is quite beside the point," Seto informed him. "And don't call me names you don't intend to translate."
"Yes, hentai-sama!" Jounouchi bowed deeply to hide his grin.
Seto groaned in exasperation and pulled him along. "Come on," he ordered. "I still need to get this looked at."
"I pulled my strike," Jounouchi told him. "It shouldn't be too bad."
Seto stopped in his tracks to stare at the other. "You . . . pulled it? Why? You should've killed me then- I'm your enemy."
Jounouchi gave him a gentle smile. "Iie," he told him softly, shaking his head. "Daisuki da, Seto-chan. Soreirai zutto- warenagara. Kuchidzukeru watashi? Onegai?"
The priest just kept staring, and seriously wished that he'd learned the soldier's tongue when he'd had the chance. He had the feeling that he would really want to know what that had meant before long.
* tbc . . . *
. : review- it does a ba good : .
