Okay, next section. *looks at it* hhmmmmm..... *pokes the middle* Feels
iffy to me... What do you think? Well Jou-Pup, he'll suffer, but just in
the thinking to much way. And we all know that's painful for Jou. ^^ hehehe
I'd love to play Capture the Flag with Kaiba too, DSF. Only... I don't
think I'd go after the flag.... ^_^;; Bakura kicks, Icy!! He's so evil it's
delish. Thanks for reading Sharem! I had to get more Marik in there. He
needs some lovin too, ya know? Kaiba ain't so bad in this one Livi, but he
has his moments. *nods knowingly* Well Here we go....
Pairing: Seto/Jou, and am noticing some people hanging out a lot... maybe I'm subconsciously pairing someone else..... Guess who!
Disclaimer: *waves a sword pathetically at the lawyers* Back you devils!!!!
Love is.... Distracting
"Only two things in life are infinite: the universe, and human stupidity, and I'm not so sure about the universe." - Albert Einstein
"Jounouchi?" I heard my name being called at the edge of my consciousness. Who was bothering me? Couldn't they tell I was thinking?
"Jounouchi?" the voice came again. Annoyed, I looked up. Oh. It was my teacher. Shit...
"Yes, ma'am?" I asked in a would-be-winning voice. Shame it was only 'would be.'
She looked at me levelly. "You wouldn't happen to know the answer to the question I just asked, would you?" she asked, and I could tell she doubted I would.
If I was going to go down, I may as well go down in style. "42?" I hazarded a guess. It was the answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything(1), why shouldn't it be the answer to her question?
"Jounouchi. This is Literature class, not math," she commented dryly over the class's snickering.
I smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "Then how about Shakespeare?" I offered. That had to do with Literature, right? Hm. Maybe I should actually pay attention rather than thinking about other things... nah. Too much effort.
She just continued to look to me for a while longer before turning and walking back to the front of the room. "Correct Jounouchi," she grudgingly admitted. "Shakespeare is the greatest English Playwright; however some question whether he actually wrote the plays(2)..." She continued her blathering as my eyes glazed over. I don't care about some 50 year old dead guy.
A paper ball hit me on the side of the head and I glared at Honda. Was he trying to get me in trouble? I was good enough at that on my own.
"Man you got lucky, he hissed at me, trying not to get caught. "Why were you zoning anyway?
My eyes slid past him to the brunette on his right. "No reason, she's just boring," I lied, and I turned to face the front, ending the conversation. Like I was going to tell him what I was thinking about. Like I was even going to admit what I was thinking. 'Oh, nothing Honda, just doubting my sexuality, and thinking abut Kaiba. What? No, no connection at all. No, I'm not in denial,'
I began to bounce my foot restlessly, I hate thinking. It only ends up confusing me. There is *no* connection..... well, maybe a small one, very small. He just got me started in thinking. Oh, so it's his fault... well that's great. Now there's a big connection.
I signed and glanced at the clock. Another 20 minutes. In an attempt to stop thinking I decided to try paying attention to what was being discussed in class in hopes to think of other things.
He wrote plays, he wrote poems, that's great. Can we go now? I blinked suddenly and straightened slightly. I glanced quickly to my right, and ended up locking eyes with Kaiba. I knew someone was watching me, but him? Nervously, I turned back to the front and slouched down in my seat.
For the remainder of the class, I stayed that way, but still I felt uncomfortable. Why was he looking at me? Okay, I'm overreacting, but I sure was glad when lunch time rolled around.
Sitting at our usual table, Honda tried, again, to engage me in a conversation about what I was thinking.
"Honda! I normally zone in that class, why do you care so much about it today?" I asked, frustrated with all of his questions.
"You looked worried. Really, is there anything wrong, man?" he asked sincerely.
"It's nothing," I assured him. Nothing he needed to worry about. Nothing he even needed to know about. I glanced around the table and noticed Yuugi's absence. After a quick scan of the lunch room, I saw him talking to Kaiba.
At almost the exact moment I looked up at them Kaiba began walking toward our table, and Yuugi ducked out into the hall. What was going on?
I looked down and began eating some fries in order to not look suspicious. Luckily for me it worked that time.
"Ryou? Yuugi asked me to tell you he'd like to speak with you," Kaiba said as he sat at the table.
Ryou looked up from talking to Malik and blinked at Kaiba. "He does?"
Kaiba raised an eyebrow. "Yes. He's in the hall if you don't believe me."
"I do," Ryou said trustingly as he stood, and headed for the hall.
Kaiba's gaze followed Ryou's leaving, and I began to feel incredibly mad at myself. There was no way I was feeling jealousy at all. There was no reason. Ryou left the cafeteria, and Kaiba turned around.
"Okay, Yuugi and I decided that the best place to hold the party would be at my house. Anzu, you said you wanted to help decorate, right?" he asked.
Let it just be known that I have always hated being lost. I had no clue what Kaiba was talking about.
"Yes, Shizuka and I were talking about how to decorate it. We were thinking streamers and a few balloons," Anzu answered.
A party? And I wasn't invited?
"Sounds good," Kaiba said with a glance to the hall. "Ryou will think we're going to work on the Literature project and will show up around one. If the rest of you could show up around 12 to 12:30 we can help Anzu with the decorations and set everything up."
Ryou and Yuugi walked back in the lunch room and Kaiba stood up. I, however, was still confused, so I turned to Anzu.
"What?" I asked, hoping she got that my question covered everything that just happened.
She just rolled her eyes at me and hurriedly whispered, "Ryou's birthday is Saturday, and we're throwing him a surprise party."
Finally it all clicked. I remembered Shizuka telling me about it when we were at dinner last night. Oh great, the party's in two days. I'm going to have to get Ryou something. Ugh, I hate shopping. Maybe if I just give Shizuka some money she can buy the gift from the both of us....
"Jou? Are you okay?" Yuugi interrupted my gift buying ideas. "You're not eating."
"He's thinking Yuug. It's like chewing bubble gum and walking, it's too difficult for him," Honda said quickly before I could reply.
I threw a fry at him and started eating my burger. Honda was right in being worried about me. Of all the stupid things for me to be thinking about *ever,* thinking I liked Kaiba at all, in any way, took the cake.
"You can close your eyes to things you don't want to see, but you can't close your heart to things you don't want to feel." Anonymous
(1) If you don't know what that is, you are a deprived person. Go read "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy," and while you're at it, get a towel too. They're really handy.
(2) Shakespeare *is* the greatest, don't fight it. And those stupid rumors that Queen Elizabeth, or some Lord or another wrote the stories is **** in my opinion. But that's just me. There's always a skeptic.
Okay, that's all for now.... You know, I was thinking. Maybe I should actually write section 3. ^^;;; Anyway, I'm in love with reviews and the more I get the more I'll want to write it. Also, I have a rather humorous Song Fic up that's Bakura/Malik, if you like them. Still taking pair requests.... two spots left, to see what I have so far, it's in my profile. ^__^
Pairing: Seto/Jou, and am noticing some people hanging out a lot... maybe I'm subconsciously pairing someone else..... Guess who!
Disclaimer: *waves a sword pathetically at the lawyers* Back you devils!!!!
Love is.... Distracting
"Only two things in life are infinite: the universe, and human stupidity, and I'm not so sure about the universe." - Albert Einstein
"Jounouchi?" I heard my name being called at the edge of my consciousness. Who was bothering me? Couldn't they tell I was thinking?
"Jounouchi?" the voice came again. Annoyed, I looked up. Oh. It was my teacher. Shit...
"Yes, ma'am?" I asked in a would-be-winning voice. Shame it was only 'would be.'
She looked at me levelly. "You wouldn't happen to know the answer to the question I just asked, would you?" she asked, and I could tell she doubted I would.
If I was going to go down, I may as well go down in style. "42?" I hazarded a guess. It was the answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything(1), why shouldn't it be the answer to her question?
"Jounouchi. This is Literature class, not math," she commented dryly over the class's snickering.
I smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "Then how about Shakespeare?" I offered. That had to do with Literature, right? Hm. Maybe I should actually pay attention rather than thinking about other things... nah. Too much effort.
She just continued to look to me for a while longer before turning and walking back to the front of the room. "Correct Jounouchi," she grudgingly admitted. "Shakespeare is the greatest English Playwright; however some question whether he actually wrote the plays(2)..." She continued her blathering as my eyes glazed over. I don't care about some 50 year old dead guy.
A paper ball hit me on the side of the head and I glared at Honda. Was he trying to get me in trouble? I was good enough at that on my own.
"Man you got lucky, he hissed at me, trying not to get caught. "Why were you zoning anyway?
My eyes slid past him to the brunette on his right. "No reason, she's just boring," I lied, and I turned to face the front, ending the conversation. Like I was going to tell him what I was thinking about. Like I was even going to admit what I was thinking. 'Oh, nothing Honda, just doubting my sexuality, and thinking abut Kaiba. What? No, no connection at all. No, I'm not in denial,'
I began to bounce my foot restlessly, I hate thinking. It only ends up confusing me. There is *no* connection..... well, maybe a small one, very small. He just got me started in thinking. Oh, so it's his fault... well that's great. Now there's a big connection.
I signed and glanced at the clock. Another 20 minutes. In an attempt to stop thinking I decided to try paying attention to what was being discussed in class in hopes to think of other things.
He wrote plays, he wrote poems, that's great. Can we go now? I blinked suddenly and straightened slightly. I glanced quickly to my right, and ended up locking eyes with Kaiba. I knew someone was watching me, but him? Nervously, I turned back to the front and slouched down in my seat.
For the remainder of the class, I stayed that way, but still I felt uncomfortable. Why was he looking at me? Okay, I'm overreacting, but I sure was glad when lunch time rolled around.
Sitting at our usual table, Honda tried, again, to engage me in a conversation about what I was thinking.
"Honda! I normally zone in that class, why do you care so much about it today?" I asked, frustrated with all of his questions.
"You looked worried. Really, is there anything wrong, man?" he asked sincerely.
"It's nothing," I assured him. Nothing he needed to worry about. Nothing he even needed to know about. I glanced around the table and noticed Yuugi's absence. After a quick scan of the lunch room, I saw him talking to Kaiba.
At almost the exact moment I looked up at them Kaiba began walking toward our table, and Yuugi ducked out into the hall. What was going on?
I looked down and began eating some fries in order to not look suspicious. Luckily for me it worked that time.
"Ryou? Yuugi asked me to tell you he'd like to speak with you," Kaiba said as he sat at the table.
Ryou looked up from talking to Malik and blinked at Kaiba. "He does?"
Kaiba raised an eyebrow. "Yes. He's in the hall if you don't believe me."
"I do," Ryou said trustingly as he stood, and headed for the hall.
Kaiba's gaze followed Ryou's leaving, and I began to feel incredibly mad at myself. There was no way I was feeling jealousy at all. There was no reason. Ryou left the cafeteria, and Kaiba turned around.
"Okay, Yuugi and I decided that the best place to hold the party would be at my house. Anzu, you said you wanted to help decorate, right?" he asked.
Let it just be known that I have always hated being lost. I had no clue what Kaiba was talking about.
"Yes, Shizuka and I were talking about how to decorate it. We were thinking streamers and a few balloons," Anzu answered.
A party? And I wasn't invited?
"Sounds good," Kaiba said with a glance to the hall. "Ryou will think we're going to work on the Literature project and will show up around one. If the rest of you could show up around 12 to 12:30 we can help Anzu with the decorations and set everything up."
Ryou and Yuugi walked back in the lunch room and Kaiba stood up. I, however, was still confused, so I turned to Anzu.
"What?" I asked, hoping she got that my question covered everything that just happened.
She just rolled her eyes at me and hurriedly whispered, "Ryou's birthday is Saturday, and we're throwing him a surprise party."
Finally it all clicked. I remembered Shizuka telling me about it when we were at dinner last night. Oh great, the party's in two days. I'm going to have to get Ryou something. Ugh, I hate shopping. Maybe if I just give Shizuka some money she can buy the gift from the both of us....
"Jou? Are you okay?" Yuugi interrupted my gift buying ideas. "You're not eating."
"He's thinking Yuug. It's like chewing bubble gum and walking, it's too difficult for him," Honda said quickly before I could reply.
I threw a fry at him and started eating my burger. Honda was right in being worried about me. Of all the stupid things for me to be thinking about *ever,* thinking I liked Kaiba at all, in any way, took the cake.
"You can close your eyes to things you don't want to see, but you can't close your heart to things you don't want to feel." Anonymous
(1) If you don't know what that is, you are a deprived person. Go read "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy," and while you're at it, get a towel too. They're really handy.
(2) Shakespeare *is* the greatest, don't fight it. And those stupid rumors that Queen Elizabeth, or some Lord or another wrote the stories is **** in my opinion. But that's just me. There's always a skeptic.
Okay, that's all for now.... You know, I was thinking. Maybe I should actually write section 3. ^^;;; Anyway, I'm in love with reviews and the more I get the more I'll want to write it. Also, I have a rather humorous Song Fic up that's Bakura/Malik, if you like them. Still taking pair requests.... two spots left, to see what I have so far, it's in my profile. ^__^