The Millenia
Author's Note: I'M BACK PEOPLE!! I'M SO SORRY I TOOK TOO LONG, BUT I WAS UNINSPIRED FOR SO LONG, SO YEAH. Here is the current results of the poll:
*That CANNOT be Yugi: 8 votes
*Damn, he's hot!: 19 votes
*Uh.....What just happened?: 5 votes
*I didn't react to anything, I just went along with it: 14 votes
Special thanks: I WOULD REALLY LIKE TO THANK ZypherDragon FOR HELPING ME WITH AN IDEA FOR THIS CHAPTER, AND ALL THE REVIEWERS WHO STAYED WITH ME EVEN THOUGH I TOOK AN AWEFULLY LONG TIME. I THANK YOU ALL!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything 'blah'=thoughts "blah"=speaking *blah*=italics
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Chapter 11: Batman Baseball
Jou was scared. Scared of Ryuuji, scared of Seto's anger, and scared of his own inner mind. Why DID he fall in love with Seto? Was it because he couldn't live without sex, or without love and devotion? Jou pondered these questions as he wandered through the empty halls of the palace early in the morning.
Seto had to go to a meeting, and *slaves* weren't allowed, so Jou had to wait. He sighed. "Man, this day is boring. Yugi is still sleeping, the pharaoh is also in the meeting with Seto, and everybody else is either sleeping or on patrol in town. What am I going to do?" he said out loud. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming. Jou turned around and saw his lover, Seto walking towards him with a happy smile.
"The council allowed me to take a small break. I'm sorry about what they said to you earlier, love." he greeted. Jou smiled, then shook his head. "It's fine, love. What do they know, anyway?" he asked. Seto chuckled, then embraced Jou. "Nothing, love. Absolutely nothing." he answered. Jou sighed as he and Seto hugged. The mighty sun god Ra seemed to smile at them, smiling down at the tender couple who would do anything to stay together.
Suddenly, another sound of footsteps echoed through the halls. Jou and Seto released their embrace for one another, and looked at the direction of the soft sound. Someone, a male figure, walking steadily toward them, was coming. Coming, and coming, and coming. Closer, closer, closer. The figure was enclosed in shadow. Seto and Jou looked onward at the male figure. Seto glared at him. "Show yourself in the name of Ra!" he commanded.
The male figure kept walking, until his legs were visible in the sunlight. Jou then noticed a knife gleaming in the light, and he knew immediately who it was. The figure kept walking until his entire body was exposed to the mighty and powerful Ra. Ryuuji stood there, one knife in his hand, his sinister lips curled into a smirk, and bright and somewhat dim flourishing shamrock eyes set on the honey eyed and haired blond, still in the High Priest's strong and muscular arms. Seto glared at the knife-weilding intruder.
Meanwhile, outside the palace, the rest of the Millenia patrolled the sand covered streets, looking and preying on any unfortunate soul caught commiting wrong. Marik and Bakura seperated, knowing that they could probably find more on their own. Marik's cold-cut lavender eyes searched the scene before him. Very few people were out, but enough to whisper about Marik's presence.
Many people fail to contain their excitement whenever an individual crosses paths with them on their routes. Most usually whisper about them, but some have the courage and bravery to go up to them, and try distract them from their precious duty. Most of the time, the people in the Millenia just blow off the commonfolk. But Marik had no trouble with the villagers today, but today he wished he did. As many could tell, Marik was bored.
He wandered around with his darts, filled with deadly venom and poison. He didn't care if the victims he ran across died because of him. Their fault for putting fear and depression in the people of Egypt. Poisoned death is just the price they had to pay in his eyes. Suddenly, Marik heard an unfamiliar sound. 'Flute,' he thought. 'Obviously coming from the docks' "I wonder who's playing this music." he mused out loud, following the sweet, soft, and sensual melody coming only from a master player with a specially made flute.
Marik walked, getting closer to the melody with each step, until his feet stopped and his eyes looked up. There was Malik, playing the beautiful melody and smooth notes to go with the stirring song. Malik was sitting on the bow of his own ship, completely unaware of Marik watching him. Malik's eyes were closed, obviously focused on his flute, which was simple and yet eye-catching. The only marking was the Sennen Eye, near the end of the flute. 'Is that flute a Millenium item?' Marik thought. 'Well, he is supposed to be patrolling right now. Guess I have to stop his music lesson. He should be bored as well. I can't believe that he's not bored like I am'
"Hey!" he called. Malik stopped playing and looked down at Marik. Marik gave him a cold glare. "Why aren't you patrolling? The pharaoh gave us a duty and we're supposed to fulfill it!" he shouted. Malik made no move, but simply looked at him with innocent eyes. "It's too early for someone to cause trouble. Even criminals straight from hell need their sleep." he said, putting down his flute. Marik growled.
"That's still no excuse for taking a day off! Get down here!" Marik yelled, his face scrunching with anger. Malik looked at Marik for a slight moment, then jumped down to the ground, landing perfectly on his feet. Malik then stepped up to his darker look-alike, and merely faced him with a smirk. Marik's eyebrows scrunched together. "What is so amusing to you, Malik?" he snarled.
Malik laughed. "You, Marik." he answered matter-of-factly. "Now, you are bored. Ra did not bless you with unfortunate felons to track down and kill, so you were bored. You heard my flute, and you see me sitting up there, minding my own business. Ra did not bless be with delinquents either, so I decided to pass the time practicing. You weren't so smart to figure that out, so you are jealous of me, knowing that I have found a way to calm my wearied spirit, and you didn't." he explained.
Marik was shocked, but he put up an undifferent facade. "And your point is?" he asked. Malik chuckled, folded his arms, and looked directly in Marik's eyes. "You don't like anybody smarter than you."
Now Marik was angry. He knew Malik was right, and that's why he was angry.
"Shut up!" he shouted. "Make me." Malik dared. Marik looked at Malik with surprised eyes, forgetting about his unbreakable facade. No one has ever challenged Marik before, not even Bakura. Malik will be the first. Marik smirked, enclosed the distance between him and Malik, and looked down at him.
"What makes you think that I'll waste my energy on a weakling like you?" he asked. Malik smirked. "Because I dared you to." he answered, with pure confidence. Marik snorted, and walked away from Malik. "Don't interrupt me when I'm playing my flute." Malik warned after Marik. Marik turned around to face a grinning Malik. "Because I don't like to be bored either." Malik added, then headed back to his ship to retrieve the flute that started it all.
Somewhere off in the village, Ryou was busy, patrolling the streets to see anything odd. Chucks securely tied to his waist, he walked, with happiness in his duty, unaware of Bakura just a few feet behind him in the shadows. Bakura was following Ryou, for reasons unknown. With a throwing star in his hand, Bakura walked in safety of the dark sillouhette of the buildings, concealing his own sound of footsteps so as not to spook his target.
Ryou kept on watching, still unaware of his nearby stalker, until he saw a little hint of Bakura's shadow. Ryou whipped himself around, and saw nothing. Ryou kept his eyes on that direction for a moment, then continued walking. He then heard a soft but quick sound of a throwing star being thrown at him. Ryou quickly dodged the incoming weapon, allowing it to hit a nearby wall, thankful that it only went in a few inches. Ryou turned around.
"Bakura, why in Ra's name are you trying to kill me?" he asked in a dubious voice. Bakura stepped out of the shadows and into the light, merely a few feet away from Ryou. "I'm not trying to spill your blood, weakling. I am only preparing you for future fights against opponents stronger than I." Bakura simply said, smirking. Ryou's eyes narrowed slighty. "I don't need more training. I know how to fight." Bakura chuckled, and stepped closer to Ryou, stopping when the two were 6 inches from each other.
"Yes you do. Your chucks can do no real damage. You need to be on guard, and you must stand on your own two feet like me. You depend on your other teammates way too much. That's not wise. Dependence shows weakness, and I don't like weak people." Bakura stated. Ryou looked hurt, knowing that what Bakura just spoke was true. He did depend on Yugi and the others. He was, statistically, the weakest in the team, and he knew that weak people did not survive very long. Bakura grinned, seeing Ryou's hurt eyes and somewhat broken spirit.
To keep his tears from being seen, Ryou turned away and walked. Bakura smiled. 'Now I have him right where I want him' he thought. "Ryou!" he called. Ryou turned his head slightly, careful not to show any more weakness to his look-alike. "Since you are more near, can you fetch me that throwing star?" he asked. Ryou tried to smirk.
"I thought people who stand on their own two feet didn't depend on anyone else." he said. Bakura's chocolate eyes widened in shock to what Ryou retorted back to him, watching Ryou keep on walking away from him. Bakura growled. 'So, the little one is smarter than he looks and acts, that's an attractive talent. But that's all it is, a talent, and all talents fade eventually' he thought. 'His will fade soon, and when it does, I'll be ready'
Back at the palace, the silent stand-off between the knife-keeper and the shadow sorceror continued. both wanting one target. A beautiful and frightened blond within the shadow's sorceror's embrace. The knife-keeper wanting to control the blonde, and the other trying desperately to prevent that horrible fate to be bestowed upon his lover. Jou looked nervously between Seto and Ryuuji. 'They've been staring at each other for nearly 5 minutes. One of them is bound to crack. My money's on Ryuuji there' he thought. Sure enough, Ryuuji spoke first.
"Good morning, High Priest, isn't it a beautiful day?" he askes sarcastically. Seto snorted. "Yes, Ra can indeed bring beautiful mornings. But he also must've wanted to spoil it by bringing you here." he hissed. Ryuuji chuckled. "Well, you have to have good and evil to create the world. I thought you already knew that when you graduated from High Priest school. Too bad your teacher didn't make you repeat the year." Seto glared even more at him.
"Shouldn't you be asleep?" asked Jou, his confidence slowly coming back to him. "I mean, you did patrol until Ra awakened, you need your rest." Ryuuji chuckled malevolently. "How sweet, Seto. Your slave has concern for me. But then again, he does seem like the type to have concern for everybody." he stated. "Unlike you." said Seto. Seto then turned to Jou. "Puppy, don't show concern to people like him. He doesn't deserve compassion, honesty, and pity, which is the greatest gift anyone could ever get everyday." he warned. Jou smirked.
"Don't worry, love, I don't show concern to people who care nothing about my own feelings, and this guy is practically saying that he could care less about what I feel." Ryuuji frowned, then grinned evilly. "High Priest Seto, you corrupt whoever you touch. And you are touching Jou. You're afraid to face me, which is understandable, because no one has ever beaten me at anything. Not at fighting, seduction, or games. I'm the king when it comes to a challenge." he bragged. Seto sneered at him.
"Anyone can beat someone who's an amateur like you! Even a 5 year-old can beat you in a game of survival!" he protested. Ryuuji laughed. "Then I say we play, any game you want, you name it. I'll conquer it!" Seto frowned. "Wait, I'll play a game with you." said Jou, walking out of Seto's embrace. Seto and Ryuuji were surprised. "I'll pick the game. We play by my rules, and if I win, you will allow me and Seto to be within each other's love in peace until the day we die." he stated. Ryuuji chuckled.
"Fine by me, but if I win, then you have to spend a day with me, and night too. Just you and me, got it?" he asked, chuckling deviously. Seto's eyes widened at Ryuuji's request. Jou nodded. "Fine. Meet me in the training room, I'll be there in a minute." Ryuuji nodded, and left, smirking evilly. Seto looked at his flaxen-eyes lover. How could Jou agree to Ryuuji's request, especially if he already knows exactly what Ryuuji wants?
"Puppy, what are you doing?! What if he does win? You know what he'll do to you. Are you sure about this?" he asked frantically. Jou smiled kindly, and and reached up his slender hand and stroked Seto's face, created an invisible pattern while looking into deep ocean eyes. "Seto, are you able to trust me?" he asked. Seto nodded, taking Jou's stroking hand into his own. "Always, puppy." he whispered. Jou's eyes lit up. "Then I am able to win." Seto knew what Jou was saying, and he smiled kindly.
Jou and Seto arrived at the training room. Ryuuji stood patiently, smirking at the couple and giving lustful eyes at Jou. The training room was rather large, and it had weapons of all kind mounted on the walls. Seto stood near the door, while Jou walked farthur into the room. "So, what's your game, Jou?" asked Ryuuji. Jou smirked, and got out his sword. Ryuuji's eyes widened a bit. Jou swung his mighty sword around over his head a bit, then tipped the sword so that the shining blade would lightly touch the ground, with Jou holding onto the handle.
"The game we play is a game I've invented. Since you seem so eager to try something new, I might as well give you something to try. Ryou, Honda, Teana, Yugi and I used to play it all the time. It's called Batman Baseball. Now, the guy who will be with swinger is called the Batman. All you have to do, Ryuuji, is try to get any of your knives to get through my sword. If a knife goes through, you get a point. If I block it, I get a point. Person with the most points wins. Got it?" he explained.
Ryuuji chuckled, and nodded. "Sounds simple to me." he said, pulling out one of his knives. Jou turned to Seto. "The High Priest will be out witness for anyone cheating or getting injured or stuff like that." Seto nodded his head. "Let the game begin!" he announced. Ryuuji instantly threw the knife at Jou. Jou saw it coming and quickly swung his sword, allowing the knife to go straight into a wall. Ryuuji growled and threw another knife. Jou easily swung his sword and blocked that knife too.
The game went on, every time Ryuuji threw his knives at the skilled blonde, Jou would always block them and send them elsewhere. Ryuuji was down to his last six knives. 'I'll never get Jou by throwing them one by one. Looks like I'll just have to throw them all at once' he thought. Jou looked at Ryuuji, with brimming confidence and burning eyes. He was winning.
Ryuuji threw all six of the knives at once. Since all of them were coming from different directions, Jou knew that he had to find a way to block all of them. Then he got an idea. He gripped the center of the blade, and swirled his sword like a baton. His plan worked. All six knives were blocked and all of them were heading right for Ryuuji. Ryuuji gasped, and dodged the knives. all six pinned him to the wall he was in front of.
Jou laughed in his celebration and looked at his lover. "Score please?" he asked. Seto grinned. "Jou: twenty and Ryuuji: zero. Jou started jumping up and down in excitement. Then he walked over to his pinned opponent.
Ryuuji glared at Jou. Jou smirked. "I hope you keep true to your word, and that you will leave me and Seto alone until the day we die. And I want you to keep this straight in that head of yours." he said. "I belong to Seto. I answer to no other, especially you. Harm Seto, and you'll face the wrath of my sword and my spirit. Come after me again, and you'll never live to see another beautiful morning. Understand?"
Ryuuji glared at Seto, who just glared back, and nodded. "I understand completely." Jou then walked away, leaving Ryuuji with his thoughts. Ryuuji watched him and Seto walk out of the training room. 'I understand completely' he thought darkly.
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Well, I hope that wasn't too bad after my very lengthy vacation. I'M BACK!!!! WHOO HOO!!!! XD
Author's Note: I'M BACK PEOPLE!! I'M SO SORRY I TOOK TOO LONG, BUT I WAS UNINSPIRED FOR SO LONG, SO YEAH. Here is the current results of the poll:
*That CANNOT be Yugi: 8 votes
*Damn, he's hot!: 19 votes
*Uh.....What just happened?: 5 votes
*I didn't react to anything, I just went along with it: 14 votes
Special thanks: I WOULD REALLY LIKE TO THANK ZypherDragon FOR HELPING ME WITH AN IDEA FOR THIS CHAPTER, AND ALL THE REVIEWERS WHO STAYED WITH ME EVEN THOUGH I TOOK AN AWEFULLY LONG TIME. I THANK YOU ALL!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything 'blah'=thoughts "blah"=speaking *blah*=italics
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Chapter 11: Batman Baseball
Jou was scared. Scared of Ryuuji, scared of Seto's anger, and scared of his own inner mind. Why DID he fall in love with Seto? Was it because he couldn't live without sex, or without love and devotion? Jou pondered these questions as he wandered through the empty halls of the palace early in the morning.
Seto had to go to a meeting, and *slaves* weren't allowed, so Jou had to wait. He sighed. "Man, this day is boring. Yugi is still sleeping, the pharaoh is also in the meeting with Seto, and everybody else is either sleeping or on patrol in town. What am I going to do?" he said out loud. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming. Jou turned around and saw his lover, Seto walking towards him with a happy smile.
"The council allowed me to take a small break. I'm sorry about what they said to you earlier, love." he greeted. Jou smiled, then shook his head. "It's fine, love. What do they know, anyway?" he asked. Seto chuckled, then embraced Jou. "Nothing, love. Absolutely nothing." he answered. Jou sighed as he and Seto hugged. The mighty sun god Ra seemed to smile at them, smiling down at the tender couple who would do anything to stay together.
Suddenly, another sound of footsteps echoed through the halls. Jou and Seto released their embrace for one another, and looked at the direction of the soft sound. Someone, a male figure, walking steadily toward them, was coming. Coming, and coming, and coming. Closer, closer, closer. The figure was enclosed in shadow. Seto and Jou looked onward at the male figure. Seto glared at him. "Show yourself in the name of Ra!" he commanded.
The male figure kept walking, until his legs were visible in the sunlight. Jou then noticed a knife gleaming in the light, and he knew immediately who it was. The figure kept walking until his entire body was exposed to the mighty and powerful Ra. Ryuuji stood there, one knife in his hand, his sinister lips curled into a smirk, and bright and somewhat dim flourishing shamrock eyes set on the honey eyed and haired blond, still in the High Priest's strong and muscular arms. Seto glared at the knife-weilding intruder.
Meanwhile, outside the palace, the rest of the Millenia patrolled the sand covered streets, looking and preying on any unfortunate soul caught commiting wrong. Marik and Bakura seperated, knowing that they could probably find more on their own. Marik's cold-cut lavender eyes searched the scene before him. Very few people were out, but enough to whisper about Marik's presence.
Many people fail to contain their excitement whenever an individual crosses paths with them on their routes. Most usually whisper about them, but some have the courage and bravery to go up to them, and try distract them from their precious duty. Most of the time, the people in the Millenia just blow off the commonfolk. But Marik had no trouble with the villagers today, but today he wished he did. As many could tell, Marik was bored.
He wandered around with his darts, filled with deadly venom and poison. He didn't care if the victims he ran across died because of him. Their fault for putting fear and depression in the people of Egypt. Poisoned death is just the price they had to pay in his eyes. Suddenly, Marik heard an unfamiliar sound. 'Flute,' he thought. 'Obviously coming from the docks' "I wonder who's playing this music." he mused out loud, following the sweet, soft, and sensual melody coming only from a master player with a specially made flute.
Marik walked, getting closer to the melody with each step, until his feet stopped and his eyes looked up. There was Malik, playing the beautiful melody and smooth notes to go with the stirring song. Malik was sitting on the bow of his own ship, completely unaware of Marik watching him. Malik's eyes were closed, obviously focused on his flute, which was simple and yet eye-catching. The only marking was the Sennen Eye, near the end of the flute. 'Is that flute a Millenium item?' Marik thought. 'Well, he is supposed to be patrolling right now. Guess I have to stop his music lesson. He should be bored as well. I can't believe that he's not bored like I am'
"Hey!" he called. Malik stopped playing and looked down at Marik. Marik gave him a cold glare. "Why aren't you patrolling? The pharaoh gave us a duty and we're supposed to fulfill it!" he shouted. Malik made no move, but simply looked at him with innocent eyes. "It's too early for someone to cause trouble. Even criminals straight from hell need their sleep." he said, putting down his flute. Marik growled.
"That's still no excuse for taking a day off! Get down here!" Marik yelled, his face scrunching with anger. Malik looked at Marik for a slight moment, then jumped down to the ground, landing perfectly on his feet. Malik then stepped up to his darker look-alike, and merely faced him with a smirk. Marik's eyebrows scrunched together. "What is so amusing to you, Malik?" he snarled.
Malik laughed. "You, Marik." he answered matter-of-factly. "Now, you are bored. Ra did not bless you with unfortunate felons to track down and kill, so you were bored. You heard my flute, and you see me sitting up there, minding my own business. Ra did not bless be with delinquents either, so I decided to pass the time practicing. You weren't so smart to figure that out, so you are jealous of me, knowing that I have found a way to calm my wearied spirit, and you didn't." he explained.
Marik was shocked, but he put up an undifferent facade. "And your point is?" he asked. Malik chuckled, folded his arms, and looked directly in Marik's eyes. "You don't like anybody smarter than you."
Now Marik was angry. He knew Malik was right, and that's why he was angry.
"Shut up!" he shouted. "Make me." Malik dared. Marik looked at Malik with surprised eyes, forgetting about his unbreakable facade. No one has ever challenged Marik before, not even Bakura. Malik will be the first. Marik smirked, enclosed the distance between him and Malik, and looked down at him.
"What makes you think that I'll waste my energy on a weakling like you?" he asked. Malik smirked. "Because I dared you to." he answered, with pure confidence. Marik snorted, and walked away from Malik. "Don't interrupt me when I'm playing my flute." Malik warned after Marik. Marik turned around to face a grinning Malik. "Because I don't like to be bored either." Malik added, then headed back to his ship to retrieve the flute that started it all.
Somewhere off in the village, Ryou was busy, patrolling the streets to see anything odd. Chucks securely tied to his waist, he walked, with happiness in his duty, unaware of Bakura just a few feet behind him in the shadows. Bakura was following Ryou, for reasons unknown. With a throwing star in his hand, Bakura walked in safety of the dark sillouhette of the buildings, concealing his own sound of footsteps so as not to spook his target.
Ryou kept on watching, still unaware of his nearby stalker, until he saw a little hint of Bakura's shadow. Ryou whipped himself around, and saw nothing. Ryou kept his eyes on that direction for a moment, then continued walking. He then heard a soft but quick sound of a throwing star being thrown at him. Ryou quickly dodged the incoming weapon, allowing it to hit a nearby wall, thankful that it only went in a few inches. Ryou turned around.
"Bakura, why in Ra's name are you trying to kill me?" he asked in a dubious voice. Bakura stepped out of the shadows and into the light, merely a few feet away from Ryou. "I'm not trying to spill your blood, weakling. I am only preparing you for future fights against opponents stronger than I." Bakura simply said, smirking. Ryou's eyes narrowed slighty. "I don't need more training. I know how to fight." Bakura chuckled, and stepped closer to Ryou, stopping when the two were 6 inches from each other.
"Yes you do. Your chucks can do no real damage. You need to be on guard, and you must stand on your own two feet like me. You depend on your other teammates way too much. That's not wise. Dependence shows weakness, and I don't like weak people." Bakura stated. Ryou looked hurt, knowing that what Bakura just spoke was true. He did depend on Yugi and the others. He was, statistically, the weakest in the team, and he knew that weak people did not survive very long. Bakura grinned, seeing Ryou's hurt eyes and somewhat broken spirit.
To keep his tears from being seen, Ryou turned away and walked. Bakura smiled. 'Now I have him right where I want him' he thought. "Ryou!" he called. Ryou turned his head slightly, careful not to show any more weakness to his look-alike. "Since you are more near, can you fetch me that throwing star?" he asked. Ryou tried to smirk.
"I thought people who stand on their own two feet didn't depend on anyone else." he said. Bakura's chocolate eyes widened in shock to what Ryou retorted back to him, watching Ryou keep on walking away from him. Bakura growled. 'So, the little one is smarter than he looks and acts, that's an attractive talent. But that's all it is, a talent, and all talents fade eventually' he thought. 'His will fade soon, and when it does, I'll be ready'
Back at the palace, the silent stand-off between the knife-keeper and the shadow sorceror continued. both wanting one target. A beautiful and frightened blond within the shadow's sorceror's embrace. The knife-keeper wanting to control the blonde, and the other trying desperately to prevent that horrible fate to be bestowed upon his lover. Jou looked nervously between Seto and Ryuuji. 'They've been staring at each other for nearly 5 minutes. One of them is bound to crack. My money's on Ryuuji there' he thought. Sure enough, Ryuuji spoke first.
"Good morning, High Priest, isn't it a beautiful day?" he askes sarcastically. Seto snorted. "Yes, Ra can indeed bring beautiful mornings. But he also must've wanted to spoil it by bringing you here." he hissed. Ryuuji chuckled. "Well, you have to have good and evil to create the world. I thought you already knew that when you graduated from High Priest school. Too bad your teacher didn't make you repeat the year." Seto glared even more at him.
"Shouldn't you be asleep?" asked Jou, his confidence slowly coming back to him. "I mean, you did patrol until Ra awakened, you need your rest." Ryuuji chuckled malevolently. "How sweet, Seto. Your slave has concern for me. But then again, he does seem like the type to have concern for everybody." he stated. "Unlike you." said Seto. Seto then turned to Jou. "Puppy, don't show concern to people like him. He doesn't deserve compassion, honesty, and pity, which is the greatest gift anyone could ever get everyday." he warned. Jou smirked.
"Don't worry, love, I don't show concern to people who care nothing about my own feelings, and this guy is practically saying that he could care less about what I feel." Ryuuji frowned, then grinned evilly. "High Priest Seto, you corrupt whoever you touch. And you are touching Jou. You're afraid to face me, which is understandable, because no one has ever beaten me at anything. Not at fighting, seduction, or games. I'm the king when it comes to a challenge." he bragged. Seto sneered at him.
"Anyone can beat someone who's an amateur like you! Even a 5 year-old can beat you in a game of survival!" he protested. Ryuuji laughed. "Then I say we play, any game you want, you name it. I'll conquer it!" Seto frowned. "Wait, I'll play a game with you." said Jou, walking out of Seto's embrace. Seto and Ryuuji were surprised. "I'll pick the game. We play by my rules, and if I win, you will allow me and Seto to be within each other's love in peace until the day we die." he stated. Ryuuji chuckled.
"Fine by me, but if I win, then you have to spend a day with me, and night too. Just you and me, got it?" he asked, chuckling deviously. Seto's eyes widened at Ryuuji's request. Jou nodded. "Fine. Meet me in the training room, I'll be there in a minute." Ryuuji nodded, and left, smirking evilly. Seto looked at his flaxen-eyes lover. How could Jou agree to Ryuuji's request, especially if he already knows exactly what Ryuuji wants?
"Puppy, what are you doing?! What if he does win? You know what he'll do to you. Are you sure about this?" he asked frantically. Jou smiled kindly, and and reached up his slender hand and stroked Seto's face, created an invisible pattern while looking into deep ocean eyes. "Seto, are you able to trust me?" he asked. Seto nodded, taking Jou's stroking hand into his own. "Always, puppy." he whispered. Jou's eyes lit up. "Then I am able to win." Seto knew what Jou was saying, and he smiled kindly.
Jou and Seto arrived at the training room. Ryuuji stood patiently, smirking at the couple and giving lustful eyes at Jou. The training room was rather large, and it had weapons of all kind mounted on the walls. Seto stood near the door, while Jou walked farthur into the room. "So, what's your game, Jou?" asked Ryuuji. Jou smirked, and got out his sword. Ryuuji's eyes widened a bit. Jou swung his mighty sword around over his head a bit, then tipped the sword so that the shining blade would lightly touch the ground, with Jou holding onto the handle.
"The game we play is a game I've invented. Since you seem so eager to try something new, I might as well give you something to try. Ryou, Honda, Teana, Yugi and I used to play it all the time. It's called Batman Baseball. Now, the guy who will be with swinger is called the Batman. All you have to do, Ryuuji, is try to get any of your knives to get through my sword. If a knife goes through, you get a point. If I block it, I get a point. Person with the most points wins. Got it?" he explained.
Ryuuji chuckled, and nodded. "Sounds simple to me." he said, pulling out one of his knives. Jou turned to Seto. "The High Priest will be out witness for anyone cheating or getting injured or stuff like that." Seto nodded his head. "Let the game begin!" he announced. Ryuuji instantly threw the knife at Jou. Jou saw it coming and quickly swung his sword, allowing the knife to go straight into a wall. Ryuuji growled and threw another knife. Jou easily swung his sword and blocked that knife too.
The game went on, every time Ryuuji threw his knives at the skilled blonde, Jou would always block them and send them elsewhere. Ryuuji was down to his last six knives. 'I'll never get Jou by throwing them one by one. Looks like I'll just have to throw them all at once' he thought. Jou looked at Ryuuji, with brimming confidence and burning eyes. He was winning.
Ryuuji threw all six of the knives at once. Since all of them were coming from different directions, Jou knew that he had to find a way to block all of them. Then he got an idea. He gripped the center of the blade, and swirled his sword like a baton. His plan worked. All six knives were blocked and all of them were heading right for Ryuuji. Ryuuji gasped, and dodged the knives. all six pinned him to the wall he was in front of.
Jou laughed in his celebration and looked at his lover. "Score please?" he asked. Seto grinned. "Jou: twenty and Ryuuji: zero. Jou started jumping up and down in excitement. Then he walked over to his pinned opponent.
Ryuuji glared at Jou. Jou smirked. "I hope you keep true to your word, and that you will leave me and Seto alone until the day we die. And I want you to keep this straight in that head of yours." he said. "I belong to Seto. I answer to no other, especially you. Harm Seto, and you'll face the wrath of my sword and my spirit. Come after me again, and you'll never live to see another beautiful morning. Understand?"
Ryuuji glared at Seto, who just glared back, and nodded. "I understand completely." Jou then walked away, leaving Ryuuji with his thoughts. Ryuuji watched him and Seto walk out of the training room. 'I understand completely' he thought darkly.
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Well, I hope that wasn't too bad after my very lengthy vacation. I'M BACK!!!! WHOO HOO!!!! XD