Xiaolang's Ying Fa: Hello!!! Sorry for the late update!! But I haven't been getting many reviews for this fic! I'm sad! Well, at least some of you care...Well, if you are a person that gets mad of an authoress doesn't update soon just e-mail me or review me telling me to get up off my ass, this story is nearly finished in my PC so...all it is is a matter of posting the fucker. Excuse my language...O.o I stayed up late last night writing the almost end to Our Secret Past...That's in my notebook so the likely hood of that being done and finished here is slim...It's like Without You...That fic is in my notebook and I haven't picked it up in the longest time...Stupid lemons...I hate writing them...they are so hard! Don't be mad! I'll get around to it soon!
Disclaimer: I dun own Yuugi-ou.
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"Ohayo, minna-san. Welcome back from your spring break, I hope you all had a wonderful time. I would like you to welcome back Kaiba Seto who has returned to Japan from Amerika. Now onto more newer subjects..." the teacher trailed on. Jou fidgeted in his seat uncomfortably. He couldn't believe he was seated right next to the one who was the cause of all of his problems. He could feel his cold glare burning a hole through the side of his head. His heart sped up, well why wouldn't Seto be mad at him? He saw him kiss Honda right after he beat the shit out of him.
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~*~Jou's POV~*~
Gods...Stop looking at me like that! Please! Stop looking at me like I've betrayed you! I...I haven't...You betrayed me remember!? Please stop! No! I don't want to be weak! Stop making me weak...Tears well in my eyes at the mere thought of him...No! I will not be weak! Please no...Not in the middle of class...He looks away and I sigh visibly. The tears slowly fade until they are completely gone and I try to pay attention to the teacher, it's not like I need another bad mark in this class...Oh well...my attention is shot now...I take out my sketchpad as quietly as I can and begin to draw. What do I draw, you ask? I dunno, you tell me. I just put my pencil to paper and move. I look when I'm done and whatever it is then...It is...Sometimes I draw myself, broken and beaten...Sometimes I draw myself and Seto. Or maybe just him alone...Once I even drew a picture of Yami and Yuugi together...and that was the day Yami came to me crying about Yuugi not loving him. However, that's just crazy cause everyone knows Yuugi loves Yami. I keep all of my pictures together in the same book and if anyone ever found it...Well, I'd be more embarrassed than ever...I look down at the picture I've begun to draw. It looks like me...I quickly glance over at Seto and he looks back at me. I flush and turn away. I finish the picture in record time. It's a picture of me on my knees looking extremely sad and depressed. My arms are to my sides and I have angel wings that look limp and broken. Tears are streaming down my face and my eyes look so distraught and distant. There's an inscription that I don't even remember writing. It says 'Thou who has broken an innocent shall pay for thy crimes in hell.' It was then that I noticed a shadow lurking over my drawing. I look up in surprise.
"Why hello, Katsuya. Are you awake this morning?" the teacher asks. (Yes, I know that's his first name. But in this story, his name is Katsuya Jounouchi. Not Jounouchi Katsuya.) I blush nervously.
"G-gomen..." I whisper. The teacher cocks her eyebrow at me and looks down at my sketchpad. I cover it up hastily.
"What is it that you would rather do than pay attention Katsuya? Give it to me." I open my mouth to protest but she cuts me off. "Now." I sigh and hand it to her but not without closing it first. She opens it up and nearly gasps as her eyes scan over the first page. The first one I drew was of me lying on my bed in a crying bundle of limbs, my head buried in my pillow, though you could tell it was me because of my hair. In the corner of the picture was Seto, smirking at my crying form, cruelly. She looks at me then to Seto who was drawn into the conversation as well as the rest of the class. She looks back at me and tries to smile although I can tell that it was strained. Then she looks back the sketchpad and pages through them. Her face becomes increasingly sad as she looks intently at all of them. Each picture gets more depressing though...I know, I am the one who drew them. Finally, she stops at the one I drew in this class. She looks at the date and then the inscription and I blush.
"You are a very talented artist, Katsuya, but please, next time try to pay attention." She says, her voice empty, as if what she said she didn't even want me to listen to. She sets the pad back onto my desk and begins to walk away before she turns back around and faces me. "Tell me when you've completed another one, okay?" she requests. I manage to nod dumbly as she just walks away leaving me without punishment and with a smile. The whole class suddenly bursts into smiles and jumps at me, reaching for my sketches. I hurriedly grab them away from those grimy, dirty, unworthy hands. Hugging the booklet to my chest I jerk away from them and into Seto's chest. His hands are on my shoulders and I blush, feeling his chest expand and extract with each breath he takes. I regret even more having to share a table with him. (The class' desks consist of black tables that fit two students each.)
"I want to see!" many of them shout. Gods, it's amazing how one person can make everyone want something...Pathetic really. My friend Hikari jumps up and screams abruptly.
"OKAY! Enough! I'm sure that those are very important to Jou and he would not like you to touch them! Respect his personal space and my sanity! Sit down!" she yells. Some listen and others stand there stuptified.
"Jeez, what crawled up her ass and died?" someone questions. I lean forward, feeling Seto's hands slip from my shoulders. I grab that person by the throat, pulling them down to my level since I was still sitting down and sneer.
"Leave her alone and do as she says." I whisper. He nods and runs to his seat. I put my sketchpad under my books and cross my arms glaring at anybody who dare look at me. Everything else went by very quickly. Soon it was lunchtime and we were all outside by the sakura tree eating. Yuugi sat by Ryou who sat by Honda who sat by Anzu who sat by me; we were in a sort of circle motion thing. Then I saw Yuugi's yami and Ryou's yami materialize next to the tree.
"Hi!" Yami says genki like. Bakura growls.
"Urusei, bakayaru Pharaoh..." he growls out. Yami glares at him. I laugh.
"It's just not the same without the Tomb Robber and Pharaoh, right? He he, nothing ever changes." I say. Yami looks at me, my goofy grin disappears.
"You of all people know that that is not true, Jounouchi-kun." He says.
"I know." I answer softly. Honda faces me and smiles.
"Will you excuse me for a sec? I got to go use the bathroom." He murmurs, kind of embarrassed. I nod and he leaves soon after.
"Ne, Jou-kun, what were you drawing today?" Yuugi asks with his mouth slightly full. I blush.
"Just a picture...Nothing much..." I answer. Yuugi swallows and starts to blush.
"C-Can I see?" he asks gently. I blush instantly but nod slowly and hand it to him. His blush disappears and he opens it looking very carefully at each one before he reaches the one I presume was he and Yami. His face goes completely red and his eyes double in size.
"HOE!!! A-ano...Jounouchi-kun...When did you draw this one?!" he asks, his eyes not once leaving the picture, blushing even more. His voice hushed in a whispering tone toward the end. Well I don't blame him...The picture is of Yami sitting on the ground legs extended and slightly bent with Yuugi straddling his waist. It was a side view. But that wasn't all, Yami's head was buried in the crook of Yuugi's neck and his head was tilted upward with a look of complete pleasure on his features, eyes half closed. Yami's hands were under Yuugi's shirt, one near the bottom and one up toward his neck, what made that worse is that his shirt was semi transparent (in the pic, not the real shirt...that would be inappropriate...lol) so you could see Yami's hands and where they were. Yuugi's eyes darted over the picture and then he looked at Yami who was still fighting with Bakura.
"Does he know about this?" Yuugi whispers pointing to Yami. I sigh and shake my head.
"No, he doesn't but...Yuugi, I drew that the day Yami told you he loved you...Before I even knew anything about that..." I say softly. Yuugi's eyes widen slightly.
"Know about what?" Yami asks as he walks over to Yuugi, smiling. With his hands balled into fists on each hip, he bents down slightly to look at the picture. Yuugi gasps, blushing brightly and hides the picture against himself. Yami raises an eyebrow in confusion. "Let me see..." he whines. He gets onto his knees and reached for it, but Yuugi just pushes it closer to his body and looks at him like he's completely crazy for asking such a thing. I laugh to myself. Yami looks at Yuugi, hurt. He pouts and Bakura snorts.
"Don't waste your time with him, Pharaoh. Come, waste your time with me!" he says, smiling like Marik would at his lover. I laugh even more. It was a very well known fact that Bakura was in love with Ryou and Yami in love with Yuugi, Bakura and Yami were obviously trying to make their lights jealous. Yami blushes and pouts even more.
"But Baku-chan! I want to see the perdy picture!!" Yami says kawaii-like. Yuugi blinked and let down his guard on the sketchpad.
"What's going on here?" he asks in a fear filled voice. Yami turns to him and snatches the picture out of his hikari's hands.
"Ha! I got it!!" he says happily. He looks down when Yuugi's face turns red. The most beautiful beat red blush appears right below Yami's eyes and across the bridge of his nose. "Ah!" he screams, closing the notebook and handing it to me with shaky hands. His chest is heaving and all I can do is laugh my ass off. "Yes, Jou, very good picture...I have to go over here and scream now..." Yami says as he stands and walks slowly and calmly over behind the tree, "HOLY HELL! RA YOU'RE PUNISHING ME YOU BASTARD!" he screams shaking his fist at the sky, gathering many estranged looks from our classmates.
"Hey, don't call Ra a bastard, bastard Pharaoh." Bakura says. By now I am a laughing pile of limbs, I don't think I could stop if my life depended on it. I hurriedly open up my pad again, turn to the fourth picture I drew and hand it to Ryou, still laughing. Ryou's eyes triple in size and he too blushes like no tomorrow. The picture is of Bakura and Ryou, Ryou is laying on a table of some sort and Bakura is on top of him with one arms under him, causing his back to arch upward and the other is caressing his face as they kiss deeply. Even the Ryou in the picture was blushing. Ryou hands the pad to Bakura and says.
"Kill him 'Kura." I laugh even more as Bakura's eyes widen but then he smirks pervertedly.
"All right! I got it going on with my hikari!! Go me! ^o^" he nearly screams. Ryou growls.
"You like that do you?! Well wait until I get the frying pan and then I'll—" Ryou gets cut off by Bakura quickly pecking him on the lips. (Sorry, I have a thing with frying pans and Chichi chasing people around for endless hours of screaming and threats...Just ignore me...he he...)
"See, Ryou, we're meant to be. Don't deny it." Bakura says holding up the picture eye level for Ryou and pointing at it, grinning wildly. Ryou blushes and looks away in embarrassment. The smirk is instantly wiped off his face as he sees Ryou. "R..Ryou...You...You mean that you really do..." he trails off. Ryou's eyes close and he nods. Bakura smirks again and wraps his arm around Ryou waist, pulling him against him, kissing his pouty lips as passionately as he could.
"Love you, Ryou." He says as they break apart.
"See good things happen from my drawings!" I say laughing more. Ryou glares at me and leans into Bakura's embrace.
"Love you too, 'Kura." He answers still glaring at me, leaning his forehead against Bakura's. Finally, Yami walks back out a looking at the ground and blushing, still.
"Hey, are you alright, Yami?" I ask, concern flowing through me. "I'm sorry about the picture I just..."
"I know, its not about that...Its just...nothing. I'm fine, really." He says, cutting off anything I was to say a second ago. "Yuugi was the one to ask, so it's just the same if he were to see it anyway. Its not like it makes a difference." Yami says, head cast even farther downward. Yuugi growls slightly beside me. Then hisses as he looks up at Yami, a blush seeping its way upon his features.
"Of course it makes a difference, Yami! It...it matters...To...To me, it matters." Yuugi says. Yami looks at him, his blush deepening. He smiles lightly.
"If it matters to you, Yuugi, then it matters to me as well." Yami says smiling. I smile, oh well at least they can have a happy ending. I'm glad.
"What's this? Yuugi and Yami having a sweet spiritual moment, and what does the pup have to do with all of this? Too sad and prideful to join the fun, just wanting to sulk in unsuppressed self-pity?" a cocky voice came from behind me. I sigh and lower my head. I never thought I'd admit this...but I am completely at Seto's mercy now...I have submitted to him...I close my eyes even though he wouldn't be able to tell unless he moves in front of me. Yami glares at the figure behind my trembling form. I don't know why I'm trembling...I don't know why I'm near tears...He just makes me feel this way...Why? Because...Because I love him...Why does he insist on hurting me? Isn't he satisfied yet?! Can't he leave me alone and go bother someone else? Doesn't he understand that he's won? He's beaten me...He's broken me...Why isn't that enough? Why isn't that ever enough?
"Leave him alone, Kaiba." I hear Yami's powerful voice boom over me. Seto snorts in what I suppose is disgust.
"Yami, I would like to talk with the puppy alone, if you would..." Seto says. No! Please don't leave me alone with him, Yami! I don't want to hurt anymore! I shake my head and my hair sways slightly in the process.
"Who...Who ever s-said I w-wanted to talk to y-you?" I ask, my voice quivering and unsteady. I tried to sound strong but I only succeeded in making myself weaker at hearing my own voice out loud. I wanted to talk with him but yet...I didn't...I wish this wasn't so confusing! My eyes squeezed shut as I hear his footsteps nearing me. A hand grips my jaw and forces my head to look upward to what I would assume to be Seto...But I'm still not opening my eyes. I can feel his hard stony glare upon my skin, effectively making it crawl with pleasure. I frown slightly and try to keep my eyes closed.
"Jou..." his voice sounded so...unlike the glare I was receiving...His voice sounded so small and innocent. But, hell, I know that's an act! "Jou...Please look at me." He requests. Who the hell does he think he is?! He can't just waltz right back into my life and expect everything to be the same again! He can't do this to me! Oh...but I want to look at him so bad...
"No...Looking at you only makes it hurt more..." I answer. In return, I feel his grip loosen from my jaw and slide to my cheek. He tenderly caresses my flesh and I know he smiled/smirked when my eyebrow twitched unexpectedly.
"I'm sorry you feel that way. Would it hurt if I kissed you?" he asks in a seductive voice, low and deep. I blush and he tenderly traces the skin beneath my eye. How dare him...How dare he ask that. Still...my lips begin to tingle in anticipation of what I knew to expect if I let this continue...I shake my head yes and give into the raw desire to open my eyes. His face is but centimeters from mine and I gasp. His beautiful cerulean eyes shine with love and adoration as he stares at me.
"It would hurt even more if you were to kiss me..." I reply, my voice not anywhere near the tone I should have used to deny him his request. He looks me in the eye then his gaze darts to my lips for a split second before looking into my eyes again. He leans forward, eyes closing. I close my eyes, waiting for the soft feel of his lips against mine patiently. I can feel his hot breath against my face through his gently parted lips. So very hot...Our lips touch in a feather light kiss...so soft it wasn't even felt. Nevertheless, before either of us could have the guts to press on, a loud irritating voice broke us from our stupor.
"Hey, guys! I'm ba~aaACK! Jounichi!?!?" I heard Honda's voice yell. Seto moved quickly away. I merely sat there, looking like I'd seen the living dead or something...A blush made it's way onto my face as well as Seto's Gods he looked good in a blush...Although mine was from shame and embarrassment...I highly doubt Seto was in shame from any of it.
"What the hell's going on here?!" Honda demands.
"I was succumbing to the puppy's seemingly endless amount of seductive traits." I blush brightly, Seto turns to me, head slightly crooked to the side, winks and wags his tongue at me provocatively. I turn away in embarrassment. Then I frown and turn to Honda, my eyes softening only for a second.
"Gomen ne sai, Honda-kun. Kaiba started it. He wouldn't stop, not even after I told him to." I say and it was worth the pain that was sure to follow to see the look on his face. I smirk evilly.
~*~Seto's POV~*~
Why that devious son of a...Gods he's only making me want him more than before by being like this! He had better stop if he doesn't want this as he so delicately put it before...Shimatta...I curse lightly under my breath, I got to get out of here before I do something I knew I would regret.
"Kuso..." Why did I have to leave in the first place?! Honda stood up to me and opens his mouth to speak. I glare down at his short form. Not nearly as short as Jounouchi though.
"I suggest you leave me alone, Hiroto, before you give me another reason to beat you into a bloody pulp." I growl at him menacingly. He sneers at me.
"Just leave Jou out of your evil twisted games."
"Oh, no, the fun is just beginning. You'll see, I'll get him back." I whisper in a deathly cold voice, and walk away casually. I can feel Jou's stare and I smirk. Now, just to think of a plan...Oh well. It's time to get back to class anyway. I can think later, the time right now is to stare at my puppy out of the corner of my eye...and feel his warmth surround me...Mmm...Of course, his warmth underneath me sounds much better...
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Ying Fa: That's it for now. If I get a lot of reviews I'll get the next chapter out fast, k? Ja!