A/N: This took way too long to get out. -_-; But my computer
was in the shop, and then my inspiration kept dying, so what're
you gonna do, eh?
For all of you wanting Anzu, here she is, in all her badass glory! ^___^ God, I love Anzu. She's effing awesome. *_* And SO hot in miniskirts. So no worries for those who like her: she's going to become much more involved. For those who HATE her . . . eh, just pretend she's Shaadi.
Ooo, wait, I should write Shaadi in. *_* So nyah! You'll just have to deal with my Anzu-chan after all. *cuddles; molests* Anzu-chaaaan . . .
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"Dating Over Drinks"
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"Look," Yuugi said with a slight sigh. "I have to go find Malik, alright? He was supposed to brief me on his latest mission hours ago. Just deal with the child, and try not to kill or cripple this one, eh?"
"Of course, my lord," Seto replied with a deep bow even as the pharaoh rushed off, followed closely by the guards.
" 'This one'?" the child repeated, suddenly looking alarmed.
"Long story," Seto murmured; then fixed Jounouchi with a harsh glare, well aware that the pharaoh was not quite out of hearing range just yet. "Bring the boy."
The "slave" hid a quick grin and bowed, saying, "Hai, Seto- sama!" even as he grabbed said boy by the waist and threw him over a shoulder.
"I told you never to come here," Seto said under his breath as he started up the stairs the boy had fallen from.
"I'm sorry," the boy whispered guiltily. "But I was bored and I just wanted to see you."
"Oi, oi, Seto-sama, who's the gaki?" Jounouchi interrupted curiously.
"Keep your voice down, fool!" Seto hissed, clapping a hand over the other's mouth. "Are you incapable of acting or just stupid?!"
"Both, I think," the blonde retorted sourly, aiming a half- hearted kick at the priest's shin but not connecting.
"Idiot," Seto spat, aiming a kick that did NOT miss.
"Ow! He's much friendlier when he's delirious with pain, you know," Jounouchi commented blithely to the boy on his shoulder as he rubbed at his sore knee.
"Would you shut up already?!" Seto demanded, glaring back at him. "And put him down already! What are you, a pack mule?!"
Jounouchi just shrugged and released the boy, who immediately jumped forward and latched onto Seto's waist with a cry of "Big brother!"
"Don't call me that here, Mokuba," Seto said softly, carefully extracting himself from the child's embrace but pausing briefly to smooth the child's hair out.
"You two are related?" Jounouchi blinked in surprise, pushing his own hair out of his eyes and peering more closely at the pair. "You don't look very much alike. Well, maybe the eyes, a bit . . .?"
"We are not, I assure you," Seto cut in flatly. "I have no family. Were I to have any, in fact, they would most likely have been murdered by my enemies at court years ago, so you certainly wouldn't be meeting any of them now."
"Oh, I see." Jounouchi nodded with a faint smirk, tapping a finger against his chin. "THAT kind of 'not related.'"
"Shut up," Seto muttered, and started walking again.
"Where are we going?" Jounouchi asked Mokuba in an undertone, leaning over slightly to speak in the boy's ear.
"This is the way to Big Brother's room," the other whispered back.
Jounouchi gave him a wicked grin. "Oh, IS it?" he asked, clearly pleased with the idea.
"Don't you dare corrupt Mokuba's mind with any of your pillow talk!" Seto warned him sharply.
"It's okay, Seto-sama; my pillow talk is all for you now," Jounouchi promised sweetly.
"Could you be any more desperate?" Seto asked in disgust, suddenly stopping and pulling a key out from some hidden pocket or another and unlocking the nearest door. "It's pathetic to- oh for Ra's sake."
"What is it?" Mokuba and Jounouchi both peered into the sparsely but richly furnished room.
"Don't look." Seto absentmindedly covered his brother's eyes with one hand.
"Hey!" Mokuba protested with a whine. "Lemme see!"
"Oh myyy." Jounouchi, whose eyes were not covered and in fact now quite wide, had a perfectly good view of the figure tied down on the priest's bed.
"Not again," Seto muttered. The girl on the bed trembled at the sound of his voice, never lifting her eyes. "You know the way home, Mokuba," he said, clearly irritated. "Get going. I've got to deal with this." The girl visibly flinched.
"Right!" The child saluted sharply and ran off as Seto stalked into the room, simultaneously snatching one of his stilettos from a carefully concealed pocket in Jounouchi's loincloth. The soldier was impressed despite himself.
The girl whimpered in horror and tried to pull away, but the ropes around her wrists kept her motionless.
"Would you feel better," Jounouchi asked her cheerfully, "if I told you that he was very, very gay?"
"H-huh?" the girl said weakly even as Seto crouched next to the bed and sawed carefully at her bonds. "What . . . what are you doing?" she squeaked.
"Getting you off my bed," the priest said irritably. "I'm tired and just had my stomach stitched up by a crazy man and I badly want to go to sleep. Plus, I already have a fuck toy if I need one."
"Hi." Jounouchi waved at her amiably, grinning disarmingly. "Name's Jounouchi. Yers?"
"M-Miho," she said softly, watching in confusion as Seto hacked away.
"Lovely to meet you," Seto retorted flatly. "Now get out of my room, alright?"
"B-But they bought me for you!" she cried in terror. "If- if I'm not good enough, they'll kill me!"
"Not if you run fast enough," Seto corrected with something that might've been a warped kind of cheerfulness.
"Awww, Seto-sama, can't we keep her?" Jounouchi whined, kneeling on the bed next to Miho and patting her head affectionately. "She's cute."
"I have no interest in taking a lover," Seto said sourly. "And certainly not one whom is both female and unwilling."
"Good, 'cause I wasn't exactly planning to let you rape the poor thing," Jounouchi replied dryly, braiding a love knot into the slightly frightened Miho's hair, who relaxed only slightly at his words. "It's no fun when your victim is literally a victim."
"I'm not even going to pretend to have understood that," Seto muttered; then pointed to the door. "Out. Now."
The girl burst into tears. "But I don't wanna die!" she wailed. Jounouchi gave Seto puppy-dog eyes, and the priest twitched.
"Fine!" he yelled, throwing his arms up in the air. "See if I care! Set her up in the corner with a pillow and a cat toy if you must! But YOU are feeding her!"
Jounouchi grinned at him. "I knew you weren't so bad," he said cheerfully.
"I am so!" Seto yelled, then seemed to realize what a ridiculously childish thing he'd just said and clapped a hand to his forehead in disbelief.
"Your right to remain evil has been duly noted," the soldier said solemnly. "C'mon, Miho-chan, let's go find the kitchens, ne?" he added, perking up considerably at the thought.
"Try not to get yourselves killed," Seto said sourly, flopping down on the bed as Miho stood up hesitantly. He snatched a scroll off his nightstand and snapped it open, already reading.
"Adiosu, aman," Jounouchi called softly from the door. "Daisuki da, Seto-sama. Zutto."
"Hn," Seto replied distantly.
Maybe he'd go to the library later and find a Japanese-Egyptian dictionary.
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"Hands OFF!"
An unfortunate pervert hit the wall, courtesy of the curvaceous brunette he'd been trying to grope. The girl ground her heel into his groin for good measure and glared grimly at the rest of the bar's patrons, who winced in sympathetic alliteration.
"And THAT," Anzu said triumphantly, tossing her hair, "is sweet lovin' in MY hometown."
"Was that necessary?" the bartender asked, genuinely curious.
"Fully," Anzu confirmed with a curt nod. "He was very rude- he expected to be allowed to court me without any of the proper formalities!"
"Such as . . .?" The bartender smirked faintly.
"Oh, something like this," Anzu said vaguely, carefully straightening out her hair and rearranging her dress.
"Eep," the nearest patron squeaked as she suddenly leaned on his table.
"Buy me a drink?" she asked sweetly, fluttering her eyes and flashing her cleavage at him.
"Um, sure?" he tried weakly. The bartender passed Anzu a beer. She took a quick, dainty sip, and then downed the rest in one gulp as the patron paid, looking rather puzzled.
"Okay, now I can be courted," she told him cheerfully.
"Er . . ." He gave her a slightly odd look. "Why, exactly?"
"Because you bought me a drink," she explained, in that careful way that most people do when speaking to the uneducated. "And I drank it, implying my acceptance. Admittedly, dinner is more polite, but that usually implies a desire for an actual emotional relationship. Still, now you can court me or, if you'd prefer, you can throw me over your shoulder and we'll go have hot sex in the back."
The patron choked on his own drink. "What the hell?!" he sputtered, staring bug-eyed at her.
"Did I say something wrong?" Anzu asked, puzzled, as she thumped his back hard enough to send him halfway off his chair and spilling the rest of his drink all over himself.
The bartender smiled and tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ears. "Care for another drink? This one's on me," she purred, winking at the brunette.
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* tbc . . . *
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. : the dark is rising . . . : .
For all of you wanting Anzu, here she is, in all her badass glory! ^___^ God, I love Anzu. She's effing awesome. *_* And SO hot in miniskirts. So no worries for those who like her: she's going to become much more involved. For those who HATE her . . . eh, just pretend she's Shaadi.
Ooo, wait, I should write Shaadi in. *_* So nyah! You'll just have to deal with my Anzu-chan after all. *cuddles; molests* Anzu-chaaaan . . .
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"Dating Over Drinks"
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"Look," Yuugi said with a slight sigh. "I have to go find Malik, alright? He was supposed to brief me on his latest mission hours ago. Just deal with the child, and try not to kill or cripple this one, eh?"
"Of course, my lord," Seto replied with a deep bow even as the pharaoh rushed off, followed closely by the guards.
" 'This one'?" the child repeated, suddenly looking alarmed.
"Long story," Seto murmured; then fixed Jounouchi with a harsh glare, well aware that the pharaoh was not quite out of hearing range just yet. "Bring the boy."
The "slave" hid a quick grin and bowed, saying, "Hai, Seto- sama!" even as he grabbed said boy by the waist and threw him over a shoulder.
"I told you never to come here," Seto said under his breath as he started up the stairs the boy had fallen from.
"I'm sorry," the boy whispered guiltily. "But I was bored and I just wanted to see you."
"Oi, oi, Seto-sama, who's the gaki?" Jounouchi interrupted curiously.
"Keep your voice down, fool!" Seto hissed, clapping a hand over the other's mouth. "Are you incapable of acting or just stupid?!"
"Both, I think," the blonde retorted sourly, aiming a half- hearted kick at the priest's shin but not connecting.
"Idiot," Seto spat, aiming a kick that did NOT miss.
"Ow! He's much friendlier when he's delirious with pain, you know," Jounouchi commented blithely to the boy on his shoulder as he rubbed at his sore knee.
"Would you shut up already?!" Seto demanded, glaring back at him. "And put him down already! What are you, a pack mule?!"
Jounouchi just shrugged and released the boy, who immediately jumped forward and latched onto Seto's waist with a cry of "Big brother!"
"Don't call me that here, Mokuba," Seto said softly, carefully extracting himself from the child's embrace but pausing briefly to smooth the child's hair out.
"You two are related?" Jounouchi blinked in surprise, pushing his own hair out of his eyes and peering more closely at the pair. "You don't look very much alike. Well, maybe the eyes, a bit . . .?"
"We are not, I assure you," Seto cut in flatly. "I have no family. Were I to have any, in fact, they would most likely have been murdered by my enemies at court years ago, so you certainly wouldn't be meeting any of them now."
"Oh, I see." Jounouchi nodded with a faint smirk, tapping a finger against his chin. "THAT kind of 'not related.'"
"Shut up," Seto muttered, and started walking again.
"Where are we going?" Jounouchi asked Mokuba in an undertone, leaning over slightly to speak in the boy's ear.
"This is the way to Big Brother's room," the other whispered back.
Jounouchi gave him a wicked grin. "Oh, IS it?" he asked, clearly pleased with the idea.
"Don't you dare corrupt Mokuba's mind with any of your pillow talk!" Seto warned him sharply.
"It's okay, Seto-sama; my pillow talk is all for you now," Jounouchi promised sweetly.
"Could you be any more desperate?" Seto asked in disgust, suddenly stopping and pulling a key out from some hidden pocket or another and unlocking the nearest door. "It's pathetic to- oh for Ra's sake."
"What is it?" Mokuba and Jounouchi both peered into the sparsely but richly furnished room.
"Don't look." Seto absentmindedly covered his brother's eyes with one hand.
"Hey!" Mokuba protested with a whine. "Lemme see!"
"Oh myyy." Jounouchi, whose eyes were not covered and in fact now quite wide, had a perfectly good view of the figure tied down on the priest's bed.
"Not again," Seto muttered. The girl on the bed trembled at the sound of his voice, never lifting her eyes. "You know the way home, Mokuba," he said, clearly irritated. "Get going. I've got to deal with this." The girl visibly flinched.
"Right!" The child saluted sharply and ran off as Seto stalked into the room, simultaneously snatching one of his stilettos from a carefully concealed pocket in Jounouchi's loincloth. The soldier was impressed despite himself.
The girl whimpered in horror and tried to pull away, but the ropes around her wrists kept her motionless.
"Would you feel better," Jounouchi asked her cheerfully, "if I told you that he was very, very gay?"
"H-huh?" the girl said weakly even as Seto crouched next to the bed and sawed carefully at her bonds. "What . . . what are you doing?" she squeaked.
"Getting you off my bed," the priest said irritably. "I'm tired and just had my stomach stitched up by a crazy man and I badly want to go to sleep. Plus, I already have a fuck toy if I need one."
"Hi." Jounouchi waved at her amiably, grinning disarmingly. "Name's Jounouchi. Yers?"
"M-Miho," she said softly, watching in confusion as Seto hacked away.
"Lovely to meet you," Seto retorted flatly. "Now get out of my room, alright?"
"B-But they bought me for you!" she cried in terror. "If- if I'm not good enough, they'll kill me!"
"Not if you run fast enough," Seto corrected with something that might've been a warped kind of cheerfulness.
"Awww, Seto-sama, can't we keep her?" Jounouchi whined, kneeling on the bed next to Miho and patting her head affectionately. "She's cute."
"I have no interest in taking a lover," Seto said sourly. "And certainly not one whom is both female and unwilling."
"Good, 'cause I wasn't exactly planning to let you rape the poor thing," Jounouchi replied dryly, braiding a love knot into the slightly frightened Miho's hair, who relaxed only slightly at his words. "It's no fun when your victim is literally a victim."
"I'm not even going to pretend to have understood that," Seto muttered; then pointed to the door. "Out. Now."
The girl burst into tears. "But I don't wanna die!" she wailed. Jounouchi gave Seto puppy-dog eyes, and the priest twitched.
"Fine!" he yelled, throwing his arms up in the air. "See if I care! Set her up in the corner with a pillow and a cat toy if you must! But YOU are feeding her!"
Jounouchi grinned at him. "I knew you weren't so bad," he said cheerfully.
"I am so!" Seto yelled, then seemed to realize what a ridiculously childish thing he'd just said and clapped a hand to his forehead in disbelief.
"Your right to remain evil has been duly noted," the soldier said solemnly. "C'mon, Miho-chan, let's go find the kitchens, ne?" he added, perking up considerably at the thought.
"Try not to get yourselves killed," Seto said sourly, flopping down on the bed as Miho stood up hesitantly. He snatched a scroll off his nightstand and snapped it open, already reading.
"Adiosu, aman," Jounouchi called softly from the door. "Daisuki da, Seto-sama. Zutto."
"Hn," Seto replied distantly.
Maybe he'd go to the library later and find a Japanese-Egyptian dictionary.
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"Hands OFF!"
An unfortunate pervert hit the wall, courtesy of the curvaceous brunette he'd been trying to grope. The girl ground her heel into his groin for good measure and glared grimly at the rest of the bar's patrons, who winced in sympathetic alliteration.
"And THAT," Anzu said triumphantly, tossing her hair, "is sweet lovin' in MY hometown."
"Was that necessary?" the bartender asked, genuinely curious.
"Fully," Anzu confirmed with a curt nod. "He was very rude- he expected to be allowed to court me without any of the proper formalities!"
"Such as . . .?" The bartender smirked faintly.
"Oh, something like this," Anzu said vaguely, carefully straightening out her hair and rearranging her dress.
"Eep," the nearest patron squeaked as she suddenly leaned on his table.
"Buy me a drink?" she asked sweetly, fluttering her eyes and flashing her cleavage at him.
"Um, sure?" he tried weakly. The bartender passed Anzu a beer. She took a quick, dainty sip, and then downed the rest in one gulp as the patron paid, looking rather puzzled.
"Okay, now I can be courted," she told him cheerfully.
"Er . . ." He gave her a slightly odd look. "Why, exactly?"
"Because you bought me a drink," she explained, in that careful way that most people do when speaking to the uneducated. "And I drank it, implying my acceptance. Admittedly, dinner is more polite, but that usually implies a desire for an actual emotional relationship. Still, now you can court me or, if you'd prefer, you can throw me over your shoulder and we'll go have hot sex in the back."
The patron choked on his own drink. "What the hell?!" he sputtered, staring bug-eyed at her.
"Did I say something wrong?" Anzu asked, puzzled, as she thumped his back hard enough to send him halfway off his chair and spilling the rest of his drink all over himself.
The bartender smiled and tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ears. "Care for another drink? This one's on me," she purred, winking at the brunette.
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* tbc . . . *
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. : the dark is rising . . . : .
