Title: Silver and Cold
Chapter: 5/?
Chapter Title: Letters From Hell?
Current Rating: R (Methinks)
Author: Kage Kashu (aka Lavender Saiyajin (aka YumeRyu))
Archive: FF, Dragon's Lair, AFF
Chapter Summary: Jouno runs in the park and visits a friendly wolf. Upon getting 'home' he discovers a letter on his bed.
Disclaimer: Don't worry, I don't own them... yet. Or the songs "Silver and Cold" "Into the Darkness" or "Seven Nation Army".
Author's notes: I've decided I like the beat to the song Seven Nation Army, and the song and music of Toxic (even though it is Brittany Spears... Maybe she's growing up?). I already knew I liked Silver and Cold, and Into the Darkness.
Warnings: For this chapter? A very naughty piece of writing that Jouno gets his hands on. Very nice... Yum yum. *drools*
Timeline: AUish, after Noa Arc. Some years later.
~*~*~*~*~*~
~Floating up
I'm floating higher
Falling to the stars
Below
I feel them beneath me
Give away
Earth below
I feel around me
Echoes of the world
Dissolve
This feels like a dream now
Then it calls
And it feels so real
And then light fades away~
~~Falling Into Darkness
During the next couple of weeks, Jounouchi got used to staying at Kaiba's place, as the elder Jounouchi knew that he was unable to keep track of his son, and the elder Kaiba brother practically forced Jouno to stay there. He'd been given excuse notes to hand in to the teachers for his days absent, and things were mostly back to normal. Well, aside from Kaiba being a vampire, and actually being nice to him. And telling him that he smelled funny. Now that was rude.
He didn't smell funny. Mokuba seemed to think Jouno's staying there was a great thing... And that Jounouchi would want to play video games like he usually did. But Jouno... he wanted to be outside. So, Kaiba had him take Mokuba to the park that Sunday. Not a terrible thing, but generally he didn't want to have to make certain someone else stayed within sight while he ran around. It wasn't too hard though. As Mokuba didn't feel like running around after the first fifteen minutes, Jouno felt free to run as he pleased.
Funny thing, that. He had never really been that interested in running in general, but now it felt like the only way to get rid of his excess energy. After a few more laps of the park, he ran back over to where Mokuba was, flopping down beside him in the grass. "Wanna go visit an antique shop?" he asked the black haired teenager.
"Depends on what kind of antiques they have," Mokuba answered.
"That wolf told me to check it out." He had related the bit with the wolf to Mokuba and his elder brother after he found out that Mokuba had also been told about his elder brother's being a vampire. "If I had some supernatural beastie telling me to visit it, it had better be good, ne?"
Mokuba agreed. And so, after Kaiba was informed, they were on their way. "I'm kinda surprised that you didn't believe what he had said," Mokuba murmured. "Why wouldn't you?"
Jouno stretched, "Well, if he was right, I still gotta couple of more weeks to be in denial, right? So I can be in denial until then. And then... then we see."
"So, what are you gonna do if he was right?" Mokuba persisted.
"I dunno, Mokuba. Run around? Hopefully not hurt anybody. 'Cause werewolves are supposed to be uncontrollable." He pondered that for a moment. "And that's why I don't want it to happen, I guess."
"Well, he wasn't raging and out of control, was he? He stopped and talked to you, almost like a human would." Mokuba kicked a can that lay on the street's edge, and with perfect aim, it flew up... hitting a cop on the back of the head.
"Don't look too innocent, Mokuba, or he'll know it was you," Jounouchi advised, giving an amused snicker along with everyone else.
Mokuba snickered too, trying to muffle it when the cop looked at him. "Was that good?"
"Yeah. That was good. Now all we gotta do is look for a sign that says Sagara's..." Jouno stepped up to the still annoyed cop. "Heya!" He said cheerfully, to get the cop's attention.
The thin faced man scowled at him. "What do you want, aho (1)?"
"Hey, now that was rude," Jouno scowled, "I was just wonderin' if you know where Sagara's Antiques is."
"Feh. You know Sagara? If not, avoid the place. One of the local gangs practically lives in there." The man scowled down at him. "Are you part of the gang?"
"Me?" Jounouchi asked, derisively, "In a gang? I gave up that crap years ago. Now, do you know where that store is?" He scowled back at the man. "Or should I jes' ask someone else?"
The man snorted, "Ch'." He pointed at a crappy little building across the street. "Onward then."
"Thanks," Jouno said in a cheerful turnabout of mood. "C'mon Mokuba."
"Shouldn't we be careful?"
"He seemed nice enough, Sano did... and the cop was an asshole, even if he had good intensions." Jounouchi casually crossed the street, the shorter teen in tow behind him.
"Hey, wait a minute..." Mokuba looked up at the building. "Damn. That's gotta be the crappiest piece of archite... Hey!" He was cut off as Jouno jerked him forward.
"C'mon!" He pushed the door aside, and listening to the creaking noise it made, had to admit that Mokuba was right.
"Hello!" called a cheerful voice from behind the register. The voice was similar to that of the black wolf... yet the form wasn't. He was tall, but not too tall, with black hair that stood up like the feathers on a chicken's ass. And he burst out laughing when Jouno said so. "Ah, the kid from a couple weeks ago... Great to see you!"
"So, you were the wolf..." Jounouchi nodded to himself. "Yer voice was a little deeper though..."
"Eh?" the man sounded surprised. "Oh... I guess it does that." He shrugged. "You don't have any pack affiliations, do you?"
"Huh?" Jouno blinked. "No..."
"Jounouchi," Mokuba asked, "what about us?"
"I suppose... Then that would mean I do, eh?" Jounouchi grinned. "All my friends, that would be. I don't care what they are... even the Yamis."
Sano chuckled, "I meant a wolf pack."
"Nope. I hunt best alone," Jouno's grin became a tad more evil. "Why?"
"Because, with an attitude like yours, you'll end up in one," he leaned to look Jouno in the eye. "And you'll probably wind up leading. The boys here... Want me to make you part of my pack... But I think it's best to let you do what you want. Just... be careful. Up until you change, you're totally vulnerable. The other packs'll sense the change, and you won't have the power to take them on. With us... it's a terrible thing to have one not of our pack living in our territory, okay? Your school's in my pack's territory, and they aren't allowed to... Forcibly convert." Sano sighed, "If you scent something not human, you'd be best off to run..." He leaned closer, sniffing. "Unless it's the vampire you've been staying with."
Mokuba giggled, then covered his mouth. "Oops."
Sano glanced down at him. "You live with the vampire too?"
Mokuba nodded.
"Good. Then we don't have to worry about you talkin' about it."
Jounouchi chuckled. "Some of my best friends are dead."
Mokuba choked on another giggle, and Sano grinned, winking. "I see dead people," he deadpanned.
Jounouchi burst out, laughing harder than before. "God, that's great... I've gotta say that to... Yuug'... or Honda... Or Bakura's Yami... Either Malik..."
"Seto would probably enjoy hearing that too," Mokuba added.
Jouno continued chuckling, glancing over to some of the things on the wall. "Izzat whatcha meant by 'something bigger'?"
"Hmm? Oh, that. Zanboto (2). A very lovely piece of work, isn't she?" Sano grinned proudly at it.
"It's huge," murmured Mokuba, for the first time noticing the gigantic sword.
"I'd prefer something smaller," Jouno said, cheerfully.
"Katana (3)?"
"Nope."
"Wakazashi (4)?"
"Nope."
"Kodachi (5)?"
"Nope."
"Uhm..."
"Butterflies. I lost mine. One to that wolf, and one to the hospital. You got any?" Jounouchi leaned toward the taller brunette.
"Surprisingly, I do... Check it," he said, moving over to show off some smaller knives in a glass case.
"Wow," said Jouno. "I don't have enough money fer any of that..." he sighed sadly, leaning closer to the case.
Sano smirked, "Take two. On me. Consider it recompense for one of my pack harming you."
"Wha?"
"He was part of my pack. He was supposed to have been confined." Sano sighed. "He went moon mad one year, and has had to be confined each full moon ever since."
Jouno scratched the back of his head. "Did he survive?"
Sano shrugged. "We're not sure. We found a huge blood trail, but it was mostly yours... And we couldn't find him... or you, for that matter."
"These," Jounouchi said suddenly. "If yer gonna give'em ta me... I want these two."
Sano glanced down and nearly fell. "Those are... How did those get in there? Ah... I did say... Ack..." He shook his head violently. "Take them," he finally sighed. "They weren't selling anyway." He had a distinct pout to his face.
Jouno grinned. "Awesome." He flipped the blades out expertly. Razor fine, and absolutely gorgeous. "Perfect size, too." He flipped them shut, then open again. "Whose eyeballs didja hafta gouge ta get these anyway?"
The man shrugged. "Nobody's... the guy was already dead."
Jounouchi's eyes widened. "Eep!!" He almost gave them back, but decided to ask "Who was he?"
"Some pale-haired man with alotta scars. Looked like he'd been fighting all his life." Sano shrugged again. "The people nearby said that he was insane, and drunk most of the time..."
"Any of them give him a name?"
"One-eye."
"I... think I know who that was... And if he was..." Jouno flipped the knives shut again, thrusting them back toward Sano. "He's gonna haunt me if I take them!"
Mokuba frowned, "Don't be stupid." He smacked Jouno on the back of the head. "He's not haunting Sano, is he?"
Sano shrugged. "Not that I've noticed. But no matter how hard I've tried to sell those, nobody wanted them. I think," he grinned, "they were waiting for you."
Jounouchi stared at the knives in his hands. "You think so?"
"If he was haunting this place, all he was doing was giving a creepy feeling to those who looked at them. I saw a few people shudder when I pointed them out..." Sano scratched the back of his head. "So, he wasn't being a malevolent ghost, if he was here..."
"Okay then," Jouno pocketed the knives immediately, with a sheepish grin.
"You're a funny one," Sano chuckled. "Well, you had better go, I've gotta close shop for a meeting."
"See ya," Jouno said, grabbing Mokuba, and waving on the way out.
~*~
"Seto's off on a trip," called Mokuba, from down the hall.
Jounouchi glanced around his new room, grinning cheerfully. He was in an unabashedly good mood. He danced around the room for a moment, bobbing his head to music only he could hear. "Ba dudabumbumdabumbum... A seven nation army couldn't hold me back... And if I catcha comin' back my way... And the beat is coming from my bones..." He danced in a circle around the bed, before hopping onto it. Keeping to the beat, he jumped, until he noticed something on it that hadn't been there before.
"Hmm?" he continued bobbing his head, even as he dropped to a seated position with a bounce. "What's this?" A letter? From Kaiba?
He bobbed his head to the beat a moment longer, opening the envelope. Once it was open, he had to stop bobbing his head, in order to read it. Flowing kanji greeted his eyes, and he was mildly surprised at the spidery loveliness of the script.
'Katsuya
I would dearly love to inform thee that thy Kaiba is currently out of this country, as I know that thou wouldst go to him almost immediately with this. Thou may not use the telephone in order to reach him, and sweet little Mokuba shall be left out of this.'
"What the...?" Jounouchi's eyes narrowed on the paper.
'Mention this at all to the boy, and he shall be dead by the stroke of the twelfth hour.'
"Fuck," he cursed, continuing to read anyway. "Nothing I can do. Damnit."
'I was greatly grieved to learn of thine encounter with a werewolf. For the time being, thou shall remain unharmed, but once I reach thee, I shall do unto thee, as I had planned to do unto young master Kaiba. Once I find the were that took thee, it shall be destroyed. Then I shall come for thee. If thou dost wish it, tell young master Kaiba when he comes back that he forgot something. The night of his return is the time I come for thee.'
Jounouchi swallowed, and tipped the envelope, watching as several pieces of paper fell from it. He shakily lifted one paper, discovering that it was a photo. Of himself. Laughing and waving, generally carefree. Another photo... yesterday, he had gotten into a fight with Honda, and somehow, Kaiba had gotten dragged into it. The picture showed them rather entangled with each other, but laughing... except Kaiba, but he was smirking. A third picture was of him sleeping... in this very room.
He swallowed again, lifting another paper. This one turned out to be a sketch. Once it registered what it was of, his hand shot to his nose, trying to control the inevitable nosebleed. His face, he knew to be a vivid shade of red. He fell to his back, to better control the blood trying to flow from his nose. He pinched said nose, lifting the picture again. How this man knew how he looked naked was beyond him, but it was a good representation. And somehow, he believed that the one who sent this to him had seen more of Kaiba than of him. Funny thing was, Kaiba was in that picture too... And the positions.
Jounouchi swallowed again, this time, for entirely different reasons. He picked through the other papers until he found one he hadn't looked at yet. He breathed deeply for several moments before looking at the new paper. Which was also a sketch. Just as vulgar as the last, this one involved... biting, from Kaiba's part. Considering the pain involved, that shouldn't be sexy.
But it was. And once he ascertained that that was the last one, he put them back in the envelope, breathing heavily. "Damnit. That just ain't right," he muttered.
"Are you alright?" Mokuba asked from the door, and Jouno nearly jumped a mile.
"Eh? Oh, I'm fine!" He grinned, to prove it. A rather weak grin, but it had fooled many in it's day.
"Are you sure? You look a little flushed." Mokuba struggled with his rather wild hair, to put it into a ponytail.
"I'm fine," he thought for a moment. "When's yer brother gonna be back?"
"He's supposed to be gone all week." Mokuba finished tying his hair back. "Why? What's up?"
Jouno grinned, "Jes' wonderin'. Wanted ta ask 'im sommat."
Mokuba's eyes narrowed. "Where'd you use to live?"
"Wha?"
"You have a really heavy accent sometimes. Where'd you use to live?"
Jounouchi blinked. "Uhm... When I was real little, we lived in New York. We moved back here just before Shizuka was born. Although, I don' think that'd affect my accent much. I was still learnin' how ta talk then."
"So, you know Aego (6)?" Mokuba asked curiously.
"Eh? A little. Why?"
"Curious."
The short brunette left the room with that, and Jouno fell backward onto the bed. "Me now, eh? Am I gonna hafta deal wit dis all week?" he growled at the ceiling, before throwing a pillow at it. "Wall feck you then, Mr. Too-Good-Ta-Leave-A-Feckin'-Name! Ch'."
~*~
'Katsuya...
'Thy reaction to my simple sketches was most amusing, and I had to fight the urge to come to thee right then. Lovely boy. Yes, even now, as thou dost read, I watch. I wouldst not be totally adverse to thy previous suggestion, as mine hands tingle with the urge to touch thee. The lovely arch of thy back, such fragile limbs, soft and supple, that beautiful blonde hair, brushing down past gorgeous honey gold eyes. Who wouldst not wish to touch thee? To take that sweet body, running one's hands down the firm, supple flesh of your back, to pet the babyfine hairs at the base of thy spine. To run one's hands between the hard muscle of thy thighs.'
The paper crumpled in Jounouchi's hands. His teeth bared in a malevolent grin as he hissed, "Bastard." Fighting the urge to just shred the paper, he began reading again.
'..to pet the babyfine hairs at the base of thy spine. To run one's hands between the hard muscle of thy thighs.'
Oops. Already read that.
'To touch the supple firm curve of thy ass.'
He crumpled the paper again. He couldn't read this. It was somebody fantasizing about him. That was just wrong. And it was a dead guy! Probably an old dead guy. Could be ages older than him, literally! "Fuck this," he muttered, once again beginning to read.
'It would be the greatest of pleasures to watch young master Kaiba doing this to thee.'
So, this guy was an ancient voyeur, huh? He wanted to watch Kaiba... touch Jounouchi. That was creepy. "Yeah right, feckin' touch this, will ya!" he growled to himself, before continuing on down the paper.
'To watch his hands move up thy belly, to thy chest; to see thine hands gripping his hair as his mouth'
"I can't read this!" he squeaked. "Perv!" he yelled at the window. "Feckin' perv. That's just... just... Fuck. I don't know what it is, but it's wrong!" He buried his face in his blankets, hiding the rather intense flush on his face. After a few minutes, his eyes found the paper again, out of a sense of morbid curiosity.
'as his mouth works over thee. Too see thy face flush with need, and thine hands clasp his hair even more tightly.'
Jounouchi swallowed, then licked his suddenly dry lips.
'Dost thou wonder that he wouldst bite thee? Wouldst thou wish it so? Sweet dreams, young wolf.'
"Fuck," Jouno gasped. "Did he have to say that?" He glanced at the photos, which weren't much different than before, and then his hands found the sketches. He shakily pulled one out, and sure enough, it matched the description in the letter. It was of him, leaning backward, in a somewhat wanton position, one of Kaiba's hands on his chest, the other on his thigh, as the other boy looked up at him from between his legs.
He pinched his nose again. What had he ever done to deserve this?
The other sketch was just as bad, with the somehow provocative 'biting' mentioned in the letter. He groaned, flopping backwards on the bed momentarily. "Mother fucker," he stated succinctly. "I need a cold shower now."
~*~*~*~*~*~
(1) Aho. Kind of like punk. Almost cursing.
(2) Zanboto. (sp?) Horse killer sword. Heavy as hell, too big to be used like a normal blade (Even Sephiroth would have trouble with that). Has a very long handle. Sanosuke uses one early on in Rouruni Kenshin. And that just shows how feckin' strong this guy is.
(3) Katana. You had better know what that is. *grins* No, really. It's a fairly normal sized Japanese sword. Not to be unsheathed unless one intends on killing, generally, by samurai code.
(4) Wakazashi. Japanese short sword. Used for everything that the Katana and Kodachi aren't. Including chopping wood for one's fire.
(5) Kodachi. Japanese dagger. Used for Harakiri, ritualistic suicide.
(6) Aego. Japanese for English. The language. Japanese is Nihongo.
~*~
Still can't see the reviews, even though I know the little bastards are there... Damn you, FF.N!!! Don't do this to me!!
Chapter: 5/?
Chapter Title: Letters From Hell?
Current Rating: R (Methinks)
Author: Kage Kashu (aka Lavender Saiyajin (aka YumeRyu))
Archive: FF, Dragon's Lair, AFF
Chapter Summary: Jouno runs in the park and visits a friendly wolf. Upon getting 'home' he discovers a letter on his bed.
Disclaimer: Don't worry, I don't own them... yet. Or the songs "Silver and Cold" "Into the Darkness" or "Seven Nation Army".
Author's notes: I've decided I like the beat to the song Seven Nation Army, and the song and music of Toxic (even though it is Brittany Spears... Maybe she's growing up?). I already knew I liked Silver and Cold, and Into the Darkness.
Warnings: For this chapter? A very naughty piece of writing that Jouno gets his hands on. Very nice... Yum yum. *drools*
Timeline: AUish, after Noa Arc. Some years later.
~*~*~*~*~*~
~Floating up
I'm floating higher
Falling to the stars
Below
I feel them beneath me
Give away
Earth below
I feel around me
Echoes of the world
Dissolve
This feels like a dream now
Then it calls
And it feels so real
And then light fades away~
~~Falling Into Darkness
During the next couple of weeks, Jounouchi got used to staying at Kaiba's place, as the elder Jounouchi knew that he was unable to keep track of his son, and the elder Kaiba brother practically forced Jouno to stay there. He'd been given excuse notes to hand in to the teachers for his days absent, and things were mostly back to normal. Well, aside from Kaiba being a vampire, and actually being nice to him. And telling him that he smelled funny. Now that was rude.
He didn't smell funny. Mokuba seemed to think Jouno's staying there was a great thing... And that Jounouchi would want to play video games like he usually did. But Jouno... he wanted to be outside. So, Kaiba had him take Mokuba to the park that Sunday. Not a terrible thing, but generally he didn't want to have to make certain someone else stayed within sight while he ran around. It wasn't too hard though. As Mokuba didn't feel like running around after the first fifteen minutes, Jouno felt free to run as he pleased.
Funny thing, that. He had never really been that interested in running in general, but now it felt like the only way to get rid of his excess energy. After a few more laps of the park, he ran back over to where Mokuba was, flopping down beside him in the grass. "Wanna go visit an antique shop?" he asked the black haired teenager.
"Depends on what kind of antiques they have," Mokuba answered.
"That wolf told me to check it out." He had related the bit with the wolf to Mokuba and his elder brother after he found out that Mokuba had also been told about his elder brother's being a vampire. "If I had some supernatural beastie telling me to visit it, it had better be good, ne?"
Mokuba agreed. And so, after Kaiba was informed, they were on their way. "I'm kinda surprised that you didn't believe what he had said," Mokuba murmured. "Why wouldn't you?"
Jouno stretched, "Well, if he was right, I still gotta couple of more weeks to be in denial, right? So I can be in denial until then. And then... then we see."
"So, what are you gonna do if he was right?" Mokuba persisted.
"I dunno, Mokuba. Run around? Hopefully not hurt anybody. 'Cause werewolves are supposed to be uncontrollable." He pondered that for a moment. "And that's why I don't want it to happen, I guess."
"Well, he wasn't raging and out of control, was he? He stopped and talked to you, almost like a human would." Mokuba kicked a can that lay on the street's edge, and with perfect aim, it flew up... hitting a cop on the back of the head.
"Don't look too innocent, Mokuba, or he'll know it was you," Jounouchi advised, giving an amused snicker along with everyone else.
Mokuba snickered too, trying to muffle it when the cop looked at him. "Was that good?"
"Yeah. That was good. Now all we gotta do is look for a sign that says Sagara's..." Jouno stepped up to the still annoyed cop. "Heya!" He said cheerfully, to get the cop's attention.
The thin faced man scowled at him. "What do you want, aho (1)?"
"Hey, now that was rude," Jouno scowled, "I was just wonderin' if you know where Sagara's Antiques is."
"Feh. You know Sagara? If not, avoid the place. One of the local gangs practically lives in there." The man scowled down at him. "Are you part of the gang?"
"Me?" Jounouchi asked, derisively, "In a gang? I gave up that crap years ago. Now, do you know where that store is?" He scowled back at the man. "Or should I jes' ask someone else?"
The man snorted, "Ch'." He pointed at a crappy little building across the street. "Onward then."
"Thanks," Jouno said in a cheerful turnabout of mood. "C'mon Mokuba."
"Shouldn't we be careful?"
"He seemed nice enough, Sano did... and the cop was an asshole, even if he had good intensions." Jounouchi casually crossed the street, the shorter teen in tow behind him.
"Hey, wait a minute..." Mokuba looked up at the building. "Damn. That's gotta be the crappiest piece of archite... Hey!" He was cut off as Jouno jerked him forward.
"C'mon!" He pushed the door aside, and listening to the creaking noise it made, had to admit that Mokuba was right.
"Hello!" called a cheerful voice from behind the register. The voice was similar to that of the black wolf... yet the form wasn't. He was tall, but not too tall, with black hair that stood up like the feathers on a chicken's ass. And he burst out laughing when Jouno said so. "Ah, the kid from a couple weeks ago... Great to see you!"
"So, you were the wolf..." Jounouchi nodded to himself. "Yer voice was a little deeper though..."
"Eh?" the man sounded surprised. "Oh... I guess it does that." He shrugged. "You don't have any pack affiliations, do you?"
"Huh?" Jouno blinked. "No..."
"Jounouchi," Mokuba asked, "what about us?"
"I suppose... Then that would mean I do, eh?" Jounouchi grinned. "All my friends, that would be. I don't care what they are... even the Yamis."
Sano chuckled, "I meant a wolf pack."
"Nope. I hunt best alone," Jouno's grin became a tad more evil. "Why?"
"Because, with an attitude like yours, you'll end up in one," he leaned to look Jouno in the eye. "And you'll probably wind up leading. The boys here... Want me to make you part of my pack... But I think it's best to let you do what you want. Just... be careful. Up until you change, you're totally vulnerable. The other packs'll sense the change, and you won't have the power to take them on. With us... it's a terrible thing to have one not of our pack living in our territory, okay? Your school's in my pack's territory, and they aren't allowed to... Forcibly convert." Sano sighed, "If you scent something not human, you'd be best off to run..." He leaned closer, sniffing. "Unless it's the vampire you've been staying with."
Mokuba giggled, then covered his mouth. "Oops."
Sano glanced down at him. "You live with the vampire too?"
Mokuba nodded.
"Good. Then we don't have to worry about you talkin' about it."
Jounouchi chuckled. "Some of my best friends are dead."
Mokuba choked on another giggle, and Sano grinned, winking. "I see dead people," he deadpanned.
Jounouchi burst out, laughing harder than before. "God, that's great... I've gotta say that to... Yuug'... or Honda... Or Bakura's Yami... Either Malik..."
"Seto would probably enjoy hearing that too," Mokuba added.
Jouno continued chuckling, glancing over to some of the things on the wall. "Izzat whatcha meant by 'something bigger'?"
"Hmm? Oh, that. Zanboto (2). A very lovely piece of work, isn't she?" Sano grinned proudly at it.
"It's huge," murmured Mokuba, for the first time noticing the gigantic sword.
"I'd prefer something smaller," Jouno said, cheerfully.
"Katana (3)?"
"Nope."
"Wakazashi (4)?"
"Nope."
"Kodachi (5)?"
"Nope."
"Uhm..."
"Butterflies. I lost mine. One to that wolf, and one to the hospital. You got any?" Jounouchi leaned toward the taller brunette.
"Surprisingly, I do... Check it," he said, moving over to show off some smaller knives in a glass case.
"Wow," said Jouno. "I don't have enough money fer any of that..." he sighed sadly, leaning closer to the case.
Sano smirked, "Take two. On me. Consider it recompense for one of my pack harming you."
"Wha?"
"He was part of my pack. He was supposed to have been confined." Sano sighed. "He went moon mad one year, and has had to be confined each full moon ever since."
Jouno scratched the back of his head. "Did he survive?"
Sano shrugged. "We're not sure. We found a huge blood trail, but it was mostly yours... And we couldn't find him... or you, for that matter."
"These," Jounouchi said suddenly. "If yer gonna give'em ta me... I want these two."
Sano glanced down and nearly fell. "Those are... How did those get in there? Ah... I did say... Ack..." He shook his head violently. "Take them," he finally sighed. "They weren't selling anyway." He had a distinct pout to his face.
Jouno grinned. "Awesome." He flipped the blades out expertly. Razor fine, and absolutely gorgeous. "Perfect size, too." He flipped them shut, then open again. "Whose eyeballs didja hafta gouge ta get these anyway?"
The man shrugged. "Nobody's... the guy was already dead."
Jounouchi's eyes widened. "Eep!!" He almost gave them back, but decided to ask "Who was he?"
"Some pale-haired man with alotta scars. Looked like he'd been fighting all his life." Sano shrugged again. "The people nearby said that he was insane, and drunk most of the time..."
"Any of them give him a name?"
"One-eye."
"I... think I know who that was... And if he was..." Jouno flipped the knives shut again, thrusting them back toward Sano. "He's gonna haunt me if I take them!"
Mokuba frowned, "Don't be stupid." He smacked Jouno on the back of the head. "He's not haunting Sano, is he?"
Sano shrugged. "Not that I've noticed. But no matter how hard I've tried to sell those, nobody wanted them. I think," he grinned, "they were waiting for you."
Jounouchi stared at the knives in his hands. "You think so?"
"If he was haunting this place, all he was doing was giving a creepy feeling to those who looked at them. I saw a few people shudder when I pointed them out..." Sano scratched the back of his head. "So, he wasn't being a malevolent ghost, if he was here..."
"Okay then," Jouno pocketed the knives immediately, with a sheepish grin.
"You're a funny one," Sano chuckled. "Well, you had better go, I've gotta close shop for a meeting."
"See ya," Jouno said, grabbing Mokuba, and waving on the way out.
~*~
"Seto's off on a trip," called Mokuba, from down the hall.
Jounouchi glanced around his new room, grinning cheerfully. He was in an unabashedly good mood. He danced around the room for a moment, bobbing his head to music only he could hear. "Ba dudabumbumdabumbum... A seven nation army couldn't hold me back... And if I catcha comin' back my way... And the beat is coming from my bones..." He danced in a circle around the bed, before hopping onto it. Keeping to the beat, he jumped, until he noticed something on it that hadn't been there before.
"Hmm?" he continued bobbing his head, even as he dropped to a seated position with a bounce. "What's this?" A letter? From Kaiba?
He bobbed his head to the beat a moment longer, opening the envelope. Once it was open, he had to stop bobbing his head, in order to read it. Flowing kanji greeted his eyes, and he was mildly surprised at the spidery loveliness of the script.
'Katsuya
I would dearly love to inform thee that thy Kaiba is currently out of this country, as I know that thou wouldst go to him almost immediately with this. Thou may not use the telephone in order to reach him, and sweet little Mokuba shall be left out of this.'
"What the...?" Jounouchi's eyes narrowed on the paper.
'Mention this at all to the boy, and he shall be dead by the stroke of the twelfth hour.'
"Fuck," he cursed, continuing to read anyway. "Nothing I can do. Damnit."
'I was greatly grieved to learn of thine encounter with a werewolf. For the time being, thou shall remain unharmed, but once I reach thee, I shall do unto thee, as I had planned to do unto young master Kaiba. Once I find the were that took thee, it shall be destroyed. Then I shall come for thee. If thou dost wish it, tell young master Kaiba when he comes back that he forgot something. The night of his return is the time I come for thee.'
Jounouchi swallowed, and tipped the envelope, watching as several pieces of paper fell from it. He shakily lifted one paper, discovering that it was a photo. Of himself. Laughing and waving, generally carefree. Another photo... yesterday, he had gotten into a fight with Honda, and somehow, Kaiba had gotten dragged into it. The picture showed them rather entangled with each other, but laughing... except Kaiba, but he was smirking. A third picture was of him sleeping... in this very room.
He swallowed again, lifting another paper. This one turned out to be a sketch. Once it registered what it was of, his hand shot to his nose, trying to control the inevitable nosebleed. His face, he knew to be a vivid shade of red. He fell to his back, to better control the blood trying to flow from his nose. He pinched said nose, lifting the picture again. How this man knew how he looked naked was beyond him, but it was a good representation. And somehow, he believed that the one who sent this to him had seen more of Kaiba than of him. Funny thing was, Kaiba was in that picture too... And the positions.
Jounouchi swallowed again, this time, for entirely different reasons. He picked through the other papers until he found one he hadn't looked at yet. He breathed deeply for several moments before looking at the new paper. Which was also a sketch. Just as vulgar as the last, this one involved... biting, from Kaiba's part. Considering the pain involved, that shouldn't be sexy.
But it was. And once he ascertained that that was the last one, he put them back in the envelope, breathing heavily. "Damnit. That just ain't right," he muttered.
"Are you alright?" Mokuba asked from the door, and Jouno nearly jumped a mile.
"Eh? Oh, I'm fine!" He grinned, to prove it. A rather weak grin, but it had fooled many in it's day.
"Are you sure? You look a little flushed." Mokuba struggled with his rather wild hair, to put it into a ponytail.
"I'm fine," he thought for a moment. "When's yer brother gonna be back?"
"He's supposed to be gone all week." Mokuba finished tying his hair back. "Why? What's up?"
Jouno grinned, "Jes' wonderin'. Wanted ta ask 'im sommat."
Mokuba's eyes narrowed. "Where'd you use to live?"
"Wha?"
"You have a really heavy accent sometimes. Where'd you use to live?"
Jounouchi blinked. "Uhm... When I was real little, we lived in New York. We moved back here just before Shizuka was born. Although, I don' think that'd affect my accent much. I was still learnin' how ta talk then."
"So, you know Aego (6)?" Mokuba asked curiously.
"Eh? A little. Why?"
"Curious."
The short brunette left the room with that, and Jouno fell backward onto the bed. "Me now, eh? Am I gonna hafta deal wit dis all week?" he growled at the ceiling, before throwing a pillow at it. "Wall feck you then, Mr. Too-Good-Ta-Leave-A-Feckin'-Name! Ch'."
~*~
'Katsuya...
'Thy reaction to my simple sketches was most amusing, and I had to fight the urge to come to thee right then. Lovely boy. Yes, even now, as thou dost read, I watch. I wouldst not be totally adverse to thy previous suggestion, as mine hands tingle with the urge to touch thee. The lovely arch of thy back, such fragile limbs, soft and supple, that beautiful blonde hair, brushing down past gorgeous honey gold eyes. Who wouldst not wish to touch thee? To take that sweet body, running one's hands down the firm, supple flesh of your back, to pet the babyfine hairs at the base of thy spine. To run one's hands between the hard muscle of thy thighs.'
The paper crumpled in Jounouchi's hands. His teeth bared in a malevolent grin as he hissed, "Bastard." Fighting the urge to just shred the paper, he began reading again.
'..to pet the babyfine hairs at the base of thy spine. To run one's hands between the hard muscle of thy thighs.'
Oops. Already read that.
'To touch the supple firm curve of thy ass.'
He crumpled the paper again. He couldn't read this. It was somebody fantasizing about him. That was just wrong. And it was a dead guy! Probably an old dead guy. Could be ages older than him, literally! "Fuck this," he muttered, once again beginning to read.
'It would be the greatest of pleasures to watch young master Kaiba doing this to thee.'
So, this guy was an ancient voyeur, huh? He wanted to watch Kaiba... touch Jounouchi. That was creepy. "Yeah right, feckin' touch this, will ya!" he growled to himself, before continuing on down the paper.
'To watch his hands move up thy belly, to thy chest; to see thine hands gripping his hair as his mouth'
"I can't read this!" he squeaked. "Perv!" he yelled at the window. "Feckin' perv. That's just... just... Fuck. I don't know what it is, but it's wrong!" He buried his face in his blankets, hiding the rather intense flush on his face. After a few minutes, his eyes found the paper again, out of a sense of morbid curiosity.
'as his mouth works over thee. Too see thy face flush with need, and thine hands clasp his hair even more tightly.'
Jounouchi swallowed, then licked his suddenly dry lips.
'Dost thou wonder that he wouldst bite thee? Wouldst thou wish it so? Sweet dreams, young wolf.'
"Fuck," Jouno gasped. "Did he have to say that?" He glanced at the photos, which weren't much different than before, and then his hands found the sketches. He shakily pulled one out, and sure enough, it matched the description in the letter. It was of him, leaning backward, in a somewhat wanton position, one of Kaiba's hands on his chest, the other on his thigh, as the other boy looked up at him from between his legs.
He pinched his nose again. What had he ever done to deserve this?
The other sketch was just as bad, with the somehow provocative 'biting' mentioned in the letter. He groaned, flopping backwards on the bed momentarily. "Mother fucker," he stated succinctly. "I need a cold shower now."
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(1) Aho. Kind of like punk. Almost cursing.
(2) Zanboto. (sp?) Horse killer sword. Heavy as hell, too big to be used like a normal blade (Even Sephiroth would have trouble with that). Has a very long handle. Sanosuke uses one early on in Rouruni Kenshin. And that just shows how feckin' strong this guy is.
(3) Katana. You had better know what that is. *grins* No, really. It's a fairly normal sized Japanese sword. Not to be unsheathed unless one intends on killing, generally, by samurai code.
(4) Wakazashi. Japanese short sword. Used for everything that the Katana and Kodachi aren't. Including chopping wood for one's fire.
(5) Kodachi. Japanese dagger. Used for Harakiri, ritualistic suicide.
(6) Aego. Japanese for English. The language. Japanese is Nihongo.
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Still can't see the reviews, even though I know the little bastards are there... Damn you, FF.N!!! Don't do this to me!!
