Heya, everyone! Sorry about the long time between updates. What with viruses, a grandfather who can't work his computer, and an authoress who can't cook toast (thus setting the fire alarm off, thus summoning a FIRE ENGINE to our house to put out the 'fire') I haven't found time to update. But oh well! Let's see if I can't make it up to you.
Also, I wan't everyone to go read 'First Touch' by Bwitchr. Go. Now. *points* MARCH! oh, uh, *please*. Sorry people.
To answer some questions... First, yes i know Ryou and Bakura fluff is long overdue, but it will come... OR WILL IT? *foreboding drum music* ahem, yes... Yugi does need a special someone! But I can tell you that it's not Jou, as he is straight, and so's Yugi. And I'll try to stop being mean to Jou, I will. He's just so fun to torment!! *evil grin* so you might have to put up with that for a few chapters, then I will try for a character revival... Seto/Yami action? Yeah, I agree! Soon, i promise.
Okay, Impish Pixie asked if I was a sophomore in high school. To be honest, I don't know. I'm in my second to last year of the place now, so 2 more years of education and it's hallo world! Well, hello Uni, actually... *coughs* anyway, I'll get on with it, shall I?
Disclaimer: *pulls in friend by the ear* "Do I own Yu-Gi-Oh?"
"No"
There. Happy now?
Chapter 21: Summer Times (well, in the story it's only August, because it's not *that* long has passed since Mokuba's birthday, so...
Friend: *clogs over head* Shut it and let them read!)
* * *
Seto watched his poor ickle baby Pharaoh, who was looking rather harassed, and rather sexy with it. Of course, Seto knew he felt guilty that Yugi was suffering the consequences of them being together. But he felt Yami should give Yugi some credit. He was strong-willed, and Seto figured he could deal.
Of course, Seto wasn't in the greatest of moods, either. Mokuba wasn't his usual perky self today, and he had an inkling his younger brother was in much the same boat as Yugi. Which made him feel guilty. Which made him want to smack those stupid obnoxious bullies' heads in. Seto grinned as he realised just how hypocritical he was being. Still, it made him so *mad*...
It wasn't just the report, either. Everyone knew about them before, or so he'd heard, and there were some rather... 'interesting' rumours going around about guns and foreplay... Seto felt this was just *too weird*, and wondered how sick the people at Domino High really were. Of course, he could guess where the rumours had started, and thought it ironic that the girl who had lectured him so many times about compassion and friendship could then go and tell everyone the secrets entrusted to her by their particular little network of friends. She would easily fit in with his executives.
Everyone in their group seemed rather depressed today, actually. This gave Seto an idea. With a sigh, he pulled himself out of his reverie, and made an attempt to cheer them up. A rather alien concept to Seto.
"Why is everyone so miserable? One more week of this crap and we'll be on holidays." The group was non-responsive, apart from Yami, who quirked an eyebrow at him. Seto clamped firmly down on the little voice who evilly whispered something about Yami *always* being responsive. He just didn't need to be reminded about *that* night, or a repeat of it may be on the cards. And that was not a good idea - his brother was there, after all.
"Give it a rest, Kaiba, you sound like Anzu," Jou drawled.
"Now really, Jounouchi, that was uncalled for," Seto said, with a little fake pout. Yami, who had been trying to decipher Seto's change of heart, grinned. He loved that pout. "And just when I was going to invite you all to my little holiday apartment for the holidays." Now everyone looked at Kaiba, though probably not with the same lust in their eyes as Yami had.
"Wow, Seto! You didn't tell me we were going to the penthouse!" Mokuba chirped, visibly happier.
"Penthouse?" Seto explained that when he had come into his inheritence, there had been a few investment properties along with his own mansion, one being a penthouse suite in a coastal resort.
"But there'll only be one girl there!" Jou exclaimed in horror. Otogi and Honda locked eyes, Shizuka suddenly feeling very much like a chunk of meat between two predators.
"If you mean you want to invite Mai Kujaku, Jounouchi, then go right ahead. There are five bedrooms, and plenty of room." Jou looked so happy, they half expected to see his tail wagging.
"Can my sister come too, then? I think the museum might be getting to her a little." Malik asked.
"Isis? Yes, she can come." Seto fell silent for a moment. She had been the one to open his eyes to his own link to Ancient Egypt. While he had stubbornly disbelieved every word she had said, he was beginning to wonder, especially with those dreams... He pushed them to the back of his mind. They were only dreams. Just keep telling yourself that, Seto Kaiba.
* * *
Jou swore, attacking the redial button. "Why aren't you home yet?" he whined, slamming the phone down as it once again rang out.
"Who?"
"Mai." Jou blushed, thankful it was his sister, and not his dad.
"That would be because she's at work, then."
"Oh, yeah! Where does she work again?" he asked, reaching for the directory. Shizuka rolled her eyes.
"You could try her mobile first."
"I don't have the number."
"I do," she said, scrolling through the phonebook on a bright pink, brand spanking new Nokia, and passing it to him.
"Where'd you get that?"
"It was a present," she answered casually, not even a trace of pink on her cheeks. She was getting good at this.
"From who?"
"Are you going to phone her or not?" Jou bit his lip, then punched in the number. Shizuka smiled serenely, her secret safe.
* * *
Mai hung up with a smirk, then scolded herself for walking around work looking like Kaiba. She beamed at the lady in the change room, although the site was enough to make anyone hysterical. The woman had to be the wrong side of fifty, and trying on a pink halterneck and miniskirt. Bad, bad, bad.
Oh well. Mai was going on a long-deserved holiday - and this penthouse sounded *exactly* her style. Swimming pools, plenty of wine (the good stuff too, knowing Kaiba) and a houseful of leather clad teen boys, all of them particularly nice looking, (except, of course, Honda) even if most of them were gay. Jou, admittedly, didn't wear leather, although he wasn't exactly sore on the eyes without it. He had a nice body - particularly when dressed up in a 'bathroom rug' as he'd so accurately described his virtual outfit - and he was very sweet...
The halterneck lady hollered to her for a larger size, and Mai scurried over to the clothes rack, reaching for a 14 with a sigh. Age was such a problem.
* * *
I won't ask for reviews for this chapter, as there's another for you to read, cause this is short. I felt guilty for not updating, although it seems to me most people take that long. Anyway...
Also, I wan't everyone to go read 'First Touch' by Bwitchr. Go. Now. *points* MARCH! oh, uh, *please*. Sorry people.
To answer some questions... First, yes i know Ryou and Bakura fluff is long overdue, but it will come... OR WILL IT? *foreboding drum music* ahem, yes... Yugi does need a special someone! But I can tell you that it's not Jou, as he is straight, and so's Yugi. And I'll try to stop being mean to Jou, I will. He's just so fun to torment!! *evil grin* so you might have to put up with that for a few chapters, then I will try for a character revival... Seto/Yami action? Yeah, I agree! Soon, i promise.
Okay, Impish Pixie asked if I was a sophomore in high school. To be honest, I don't know. I'm in my second to last year of the place now, so 2 more years of education and it's hallo world! Well, hello Uni, actually... *coughs* anyway, I'll get on with it, shall I?
Disclaimer: *pulls in friend by the ear* "Do I own Yu-Gi-Oh?"
"No"
There. Happy now?
Chapter 21: Summer Times (well, in the story it's only August, because it's not *that* long has passed since Mokuba's birthday, so...
Friend: *clogs over head* Shut it and let them read!)
* * *
Seto watched his poor ickle baby Pharaoh, who was looking rather harassed, and rather sexy with it. Of course, Seto knew he felt guilty that Yugi was suffering the consequences of them being together. But he felt Yami should give Yugi some credit. He was strong-willed, and Seto figured he could deal.
Of course, Seto wasn't in the greatest of moods, either. Mokuba wasn't his usual perky self today, and he had an inkling his younger brother was in much the same boat as Yugi. Which made him feel guilty. Which made him want to smack those stupid obnoxious bullies' heads in. Seto grinned as he realised just how hypocritical he was being. Still, it made him so *mad*...
It wasn't just the report, either. Everyone knew about them before, or so he'd heard, and there were some rather... 'interesting' rumours going around about guns and foreplay... Seto felt this was just *too weird*, and wondered how sick the people at Domino High really were. Of course, he could guess where the rumours had started, and thought it ironic that the girl who had lectured him so many times about compassion and friendship could then go and tell everyone the secrets entrusted to her by their particular little network of friends. She would easily fit in with his executives.
Everyone in their group seemed rather depressed today, actually. This gave Seto an idea. With a sigh, he pulled himself out of his reverie, and made an attempt to cheer them up. A rather alien concept to Seto.
"Why is everyone so miserable? One more week of this crap and we'll be on holidays." The group was non-responsive, apart from Yami, who quirked an eyebrow at him. Seto clamped firmly down on the little voice who evilly whispered something about Yami *always* being responsive. He just didn't need to be reminded about *that* night, or a repeat of it may be on the cards. And that was not a good idea - his brother was there, after all.
"Give it a rest, Kaiba, you sound like Anzu," Jou drawled.
"Now really, Jounouchi, that was uncalled for," Seto said, with a little fake pout. Yami, who had been trying to decipher Seto's change of heart, grinned. He loved that pout. "And just when I was going to invite you all to my little holiday apartment for the holidays." Now everyone looked at Kaiba, though probably not with the same lust in their eyes as Yami had.
"Wow, Seto! You didn't tell me we were going to the penthouse!" Mokuba chirped, visibly happier.
"Penthouse?" Seto explained that when he had come into his inheritence, there had been a few investment properties along with his own mansion, one being a penthouse suite in a coastal resort.
"But there'll only be one girl there!" Jou exclaimed in horror. Otogi and Honda locked eyes, Shizuka suddenly feeling very much like a chunk of meat between two predators.
"If you mean you want to invite Mai Kujaku, Jounouchi, then go right ahead. There are five bedrooms, and plenty of room." Jou looked so happy, they half expected to see his tail wagging.
"Can my sister come too, then? I think the museum might be getting to her a little." Malik asked.
"Isis? Yes, she can come." Seto fell silent for a moment. She had been the one to open his eyes to his own link to Ancient Egypt. While he had stubbornly disbelieved every word she had said, he was beginning to wonder, especially with those dreams... He pushed them to the back of his mind. They were only dreams. Just keep telling yourself that, Seto Kaiba.
* * *
Jou swore, attacking the redial button. "Why aren't you home yet?" he whined, slamming the phone down as it once again rang out.
"Who?"
"Mai." Jou blushed, thankful it was his sister, and not his dad.
"That would be because she's at work, then."
"Oh, yeah! Where does she work again?" he asked, reaching for the directory. Shizuka rolled her eyes.
"You could try her mobile first."
"I don't have the number."
"I do," she said, scrolling through the phonebook on a bright pink, brand spanking new Nokia, and passing it to him.
"Where'd you get that?"
"It was a present," she answered casually, not even a trace of pink on her cheeks. She was getting good at this.
"From who?"
"Are you going to phone her or not?" Jou bit his lip, then punched in the number. Shizuka smiled serenely, her secret safe.
* * *
Mai hung up with a smirk, then scolded herself for walking around work looking like Kaiba. She beamed at the lady in the change room, although the site was enough to make anyone hysterical. The woman had to be the wrong side of fifty, and trying on a pink halterneck and miniskirt. Bad, bad, bad.
Oh well. Mai was going on a long-deserved holiday - and this penthouse sounded *exactly* her style. Swimming pools, plenty of wine (the good stuff too, knowing Kaiba) and a houseful of leather clad teen boys, all of them particularly nice looking, (except, of course, Honda) even if most of them were gay. Jou, admittedly, didn't wear leather, although he wasn't exactly sore on the eyes without it. He had a nice body - particularly when dressed up in a 'bathroom rug' as he'd so accurately described his virtual outfit - and he was very sweet...
The halterneck lady hollered to her for a larger size, and Mai scurried over to the clothes rack, reaching for a 14 with a sigh. Age was such a problem.
* * *
I won't ask for reviews for this chapter, as there's another for you to read, cause this is short. I felt guilty for not updating, although it seems to me most people take that long. Anyway...