I promised a Katsuya Jounouchi character revival. And I am always true to my word. *shuts up friends who definitely know better* Well, *this* time I'm true to my word, and it's nice and long.
I never thank people properly for reviewing, but I have to here, because you have no idea how cool it is to open your email in IPT and find a whole heap of reviews waiting for you. Makes the lesson bearable. So thankyou. And yes, I am drunk. But only a little. ^_^'''
Dedication: Partly based on a true story, that my mum has often told me. The carpark scene actually happened in a night club in Sydney, and being with a group of girls before mobile phones, they could not help this particular girl. I have oftened wondered what became of her. Here's to hoping she pulled through.
Disclaimer: ALL MINE!!! or not...
Chapter 26: Don't Stop Movin' (was gonna call it Dancing Queen, but remembered was supposed to be *nice* to Katsuya)
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Kaiba had never understood how girls could spend hours in a shopping centre one day, and come back the next to do the same. Though today the mall did seem to have *some* advantages. He leant against a wall as Yami surveyed himself in a mirror; aware of Seto's eyes on his slim waist, exposed by the see-through quality of the shirt. "What do you think?"
"I think..." he began, pulling the former Pharaoh closer to him and parting his lips with his own, his tongue sliding accross the other's. He pushed him roughly into the changing room, grasping at the thin material of the shirt. "... It needs..." His hands continued to roam, slipping under the shirt and skipping softly over his tanned skin. "...Removing." It was torn off, and Yami's bare chest fell victim to Seto's hungry mouth. His head dipped back, allowing Seto to kiss and bite the tender spot on Yami's neck. Said teen moaned, his hand lost in silky brown locks. There was a knock on the door, and Jou's distinctive drawl greeted them. Yami shoved his own shirt back on, and opened the door.
"What were you two *doing* in there?"
Yami's eyes sparkled. "Discussing fashion tips," he said in an innocent tone, fooling no-one.
"You must be passionate about your clothes, then, Yami."
Yami's face was a veil of mock-indignation. "It doesn't show?"
"Yeah, well, next time don't whimper so loud. It's better if people don't know what you're up to."
"How would you know?" Seto queried, his special smirk reserved for taunting in place.
"Huh?"
"Well, it's not like you've been getting any of late." Yami's eyes slid between the two as they bickered, Seto quickly gaining the advantage. Jou was quick to anger.
"Well, at least I ain't getting it up the ar-"
"Hello, Mai." Yami said pointedly. Jou zipped it.
"Hi guys. What're you doing?" A few moments silence elapsed.
"Discussing fashion tips." Yami grinned. Jou laughed.
"Yes, our puppy here needs all the help he can get." Jou stopped laughing and glared at Kaiba. But Mai seemed to think it was a good idea, so Jou found himself submitted to a three person make-over team.
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Two people that night were unusually dressed in leather. Jou was sporting brown leather pants and a slightly smaller blue shirt than normal. He turned slowly in front of the mirror. He had to admit the boys and girls at Domino High had a point. Those two *would* fit in with the Fab Five.
There was a knock on the door. Kaiba swanned in, and put something in Jou's hand. He looked down at it, and turned slightly pink in anger. "Ha ha ha. Very funny, Kaiba." It was a spikey, brown dog-collar neckband.
"Present from Yami. Just put it on, Jounouchi, it will look good." He left the room again, leaving Jou slightly bewildered. Was that a *compliment*?
He was right about the necklace, too.
The second person gone leathery was Rebecca, who was 'tarted up' in a mini leather skirt and jacket. Mai had done her hair and makeup, and she looked much older than eleven. Still, one glimpse of her and the tall, heavily built bouncer was sure as hell not letting them in. The group exchanged significant looks. Kaiba stepped forward, flicked a wad of cash apparently out of nowhere, and slipped it into the man's breast pocket. He good-naturedly patted him on the back, and walked in, followed by everyone else, all of whom suddenly felt important.
The music blared, and the multicoloured lights flashed hypnotically. Pretty soon they had all hit the floor - except Malik, who hit the bar instead. Mokuba, Yugi and Rebecca skipped around energetically, while Shizuka danced with Honda and Otogi. Otogi was a fairly good dancer, although was slightly *affected* with it, managing to make himself look like a right stuck-up pratt. Honda just couldn't dance, period. Yami and Seto were not so much dancing as rhythmically groping. And Jou...
Jou was fantastic! Together, he and Mai had the dancefloor going for a good hour and a half. Anzu, eat your heart out, there's a new kid on the dance floor and his name is Katsuya. Eventually, though, all good things must come to an end, and this particular reign was conquered by a round of drinks on Seto. They all found stools and downed drinks of varying alcoholic content. Malik was so plastered by now he could barely sit on the barstool, and swayed as he knocked back another vodka. Mai took Shizuka for a dance ("us ladies have to get away from those guys sometime.") and Isis traced the rim of her glass with a finger, finally tossing it in a pot plant.
Yami and Seto slipped away somewhere a little more *private*, while Mokuba and Yugi giggled, slightly tipsy. Honda and Otogi watched Shizuka with predatory looks in their eyes. Jou fingered his necklace; the instincts born of his rough upbringing prickling. He looked around, finally spotting the source of his discomfort. He stealthily followed a group of men out into the carpark, keeping a reasonable distance between them. They were definitely drunk, and although they were jeering rather loudly he could not make out what was going on. They stopped at a car. Jou crept closer.
Crouched behind a Toyota, he saw a pretty, young girl pushed against the bonet of a car, one of the men leering over her. He launched himself at him, the advantage of surprise knocking the man to the ground. He hesitated, weighing his situation. One against seven. He shrugged, and in an act of reckless bravery commited himself to a fight he was sure to lose.
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Yami broke their kiss, panting slighlty. Seto looked at him, waiting. "It's Jou," Yami said, biting his lip. Seto muttered something incredibly rude under his breath, and followed Yami out into the carpark. It soon became apparent what was wrong. They exchanged glances. Yami sighed, and nodded.
Three against seven was slightly better, though still not a fair fight (even with Seto Kaiba on the team). Things were looking dire for the trio. Jou was punched in the face, and his eye was already starting to swell. Yami banished the leader to the shadow realm, but this drained an awful lot of energy, both physical and magical. Pounding footsteps were heard behind, and Honda ran up. "Mai... said... you... help..." he puffed.
"Just shut up and fight," Jou snapped. They managed to scarper the other six, and collapsed on the bitumen.
"Why the hell did you take on *seven* drunk blokes in a dark carpark, you crazy bastard?" Honda asked as he gulped for air.
"There was a girl..." Jou nursed his eye, looking through the other for the young woman. Mai caught up with them.
"What happened?"
"Just Jounouchi trying to get himself killed. No big deal," Seto scowled, dabbing at a red trickle dribbling down his nose.
"Why?"
"They had this girl on that car, they were gonna..." Four pairs of eyes snapped to his own brown.
"Rape?" Jou nodded grimly. Mai searched around the cars, eventually finding a crouched figure with long, chestnut locks. Her shoulders were hunched and water leaked from large hazel eyes. Mai knelt beside her. "It's okay. They're gone." The young girl burst into tears, clutching to Mai, who helped her up. "Kaiba, can you get a cab for her, please?" He nodded, the rest of them staying with the girl - Sakura - while they waited for it to arrive. She had been very lucky, all things considered.
They were walking back to the nightclub when something occured to Mai. Why she hadn't seen it before she didn't know. She clapped a hand over her mouth, and ran the rest of the way, trailed by a concerned Jou.
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Malik had been busy. He had succeeded in getting the four youngest completely off their dials; and being drunk himself, he was both proud and rather amused.
Rebecca giggled. "And then this one time, at, uhh... band camp..." Yugi snorted. "What? Oh, right..." she giggled again, and toppled off her chair.
"Malik!" He looked up. "How many drinks did you give Rebecca?"
"Only six, I think. Seems she's taken a liking to Black Russians."
"Never mind," snapped Mai. "Malik, did Isis have a boyfriend at the Domino Museum?"
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Lot's of people were asking who the father is. Does anyone have an inkling, now? Also, Rebecca has no real purpose, just the occassional comic relief. So, yeah. I've stayed up very late now. Can I have a nice review? Or even a flame, if you're so inclined. They're funny. But then, me likes nice ones better.
I never thank people properly for reviewing, but I have to here, because you have no idea how cool it is to open your email in IPT and find a whole heap of reviews waiting for you. Makes the lesson bearable. So thankyou. And yes, I am drunk. But only a little. ^_^'''
Dedication: Partly based on a true story, that my mum has often told me. The carpark scene actually happened in a night club in Sydney, and being with a group of girls before mobile phones, they could not help this particular girl. I have oftened wondered what became of her. Here's to hoping she pulled through.
Disclaimer: ALL MINE!!! or not...
Chapter 26: Don't Stop Movin' (was gonna call it Dancing Queen, but remembered was supposed to be *nice* to Katsuya)
* * *
Kaiba had never understood how girls could spend hours in a shopping centre one day, and come back the next to do the same. Though today the mall did seem to have *some* advantages. He leant against a wall as Yami surveyed himself in a mirror; aware of Seto's eyes on his slim waist, exposed by the see-through quality of the shirt. "What do you think?"
"I think..." he began, pulling the former Pharaoh closer to him and parting his lips with his own, his tongue sliding accross the other's. He pushed him roughly into the changing room, grasping at the thin material of the shirt. "... It needs..." His hands continued to roam, slipping under the shirt and skipping softly over his tanned skin. "...Removing." It was torn off, and Yami's bare chest fell victim to Seto's hungry mouth. His head dipped back, allowing Seto to kiss and bite the tender spot on Yami's neck. Said teen moaned, his hand lost in silky brown locks. There was a knock on the door, and Jou's distinctive drawl greeted them. Yami shoved his own shirt back on, and opened the door.
"What were you two *doing* in there?"
Yami's eyes sparkled. "Discussing fashion tips," he said in an innocent tone, fooling no-one.
"You must be passionate about your clothes, then, Yami."
Yami's face was a veil of mock-indignation. "It doesn't show?"
"Yeah, well, next time don't whimper so loud. It's better if people don't know what you're up to."
"How would you know?" Seto queried, his special smirk reserved for taunting in place.
"Huh?"
"Well, it's not like you've been getting any of late." Yami's eyes slid between the two as they bickered, Seto quickly gaining the advantage. Jou was quick to anger.
"Well, at least I ain't getting it up the ar-"
"Hello, Mai." Yami said pointedly. Jou zipped it.
"Hi guys. What're you doing?" A few moments silence elapsed.
"Discussing fashion tips." Yami grinned. Jou laughed.
"Yes, our puppy here needs all the help he can get." Jou stopped laughing and glared at Kaiba. But Mai seemed to think it was a good idea, so Jou found himself submitted to a three person make-over team.
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Two people that night were unusually dressed in leather. Jou was sporting brown leather pants and a slightly smaller blue shirt than normal. He turned slowly in front of the mirror. He had to admit the boys and girls at Domino High had a point. Those two *would* fit in with the Fab Five.
There was a knock on the door. Kaiba swanned in, and put something in Jou's hand. He looked down at it, and turned slightly pink in anger. "Ha ha ha. Very funny, Kaiba." It was a spikey, brown dog-collar neckband.
"Present from Yami. Just put it on, Jounouchi, it will look good." He left the room again, leaving Jou slightly bewildered. Was that a *compliment*?
He was right about the necklace, too.
The second person gone leathery was Rebecca, who was 'tarted up' in a mini leather skirt and jacket. Mai had done her hair and makeup, and she looked much older than eleven. Still, one glimpse of her and the tall, heavily built bouncer was sure as hell not letting them in. The group exchanged significant looks. Kaiba stepped forward, flicked a wad of cash apparently out of nowhere, and slipped it into the man's breast pocket. He good-naturedly patted him on the back, and walked in, followed by everyone else, all of whom suddenly felt important.
The music blared, and the multicoloured lights flashed hypnotically. Pretty soon they had all hit the floor - except Malik, who hit the bar instead. Mokuba, Yugi and Rebecca skipped around energetically, while Shizuka danced with Honda and Otogi. Otogi was a fairly good dancer, although was slightly *affected* with it, managing to make himself look like a right stuck-up pratt. Honda just couldn't dance, period. Yami and Seto were not so much dancing as rhythmically groping. And Jou...
Jou was fantastic! Together, he and Mai had the dancefloor going for a good hour and a half. Anzu, eat your heart out, there's a new kid on the dance floor and his name is Katsuya. Eventually, though, all good things must come to an end, and this particular reign was conquered by a round of drinks on Seto. They all found stools and downed drinks of varying alcoholic content. Malik was so plastered by now he could barely sit on the barstool, and swayed as he knocked back another vodka. Mai took Shizuka for a dance ("us ladies have to get away from those guys sometime.") and Isis traced the rim of her glass with a finger, finally tossing it in a pot plant.
Yami and Seto slipped away somewhere a little more *private*, while Mokuba and Yugi giggled, slightly tipsy. Honda and Otogi watched Shizuka with predatory looks in their eyes. Jou fingered his necklace; the instincts born of his rough upbringing prickling. He looked around, finally spotting the source of his discomfort. He stealthily followed a group of men out into the carpark, keeping a reasonable distance between them. They were definitely drunk, and although they were jeering rather loudly he could not make out what was going on. They stopped at a car. Jou crept closer.
Crouched behind a Toyota, he saw a pretty, young girl pushed against the bonet of a car, one of the men leering over her. He launched himself at him, the advantage of surprise knocking the man to the ground. He hesitated, weighing his situation. One against seven. He shrugged, and in an act of reckless bravery commited himself to a fight he was sure to lose.
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Yami broke their kiss, panting slighlty. Seto looked at him, waiting. "It's Jou," Yami said, biting his lip. Seto muttered something incredibly rude under his breath, and followed Yami out into the carpark. It soon became apparent what was wrong. They exchanged glances. Yami sighed, and nodded.
Three against seven was slightly better, though still not a fair fight (even with Seto Kaiba on the team). Things were looking dire for the trio. Jou was punched in the face, and his eye was already starting to swell. Yami banished the leader to the shadow realm, but this drained an awful lot of energy, both physical and magical. Pounding footsteps were heard behind, and Honda ran up. "Mai... said... you... help..." he puffed.
"Just shut up and fight," Jou snapped. They managed to scarper the other six, and collapsed on the bitumen.
"Why the hell did you take on *seven* drunk blokes in a dark carpark, you crazy bastard?" Honda asked as he gulped for air.
"There was a girl..." Jou nursed his eye, looking through the other for the young woman. Mai caught up with them.
"What happened?"
"Just Jounouchi trying to get himself killed. No big deal," Seto scowled, dabbing at a red trickle dribbling down his nose.
"Why?"
"They had this girl on that car, they were gonna..." Four pairs of eyes snapped to his own brown.
"Rape?" Jou nodded grimly. Mai searched around the cars, eventually finding a crouched figure with long, chestnut locks. Her shoulders were hunched and water leaked from large hazel eyes. Mai knelt beside her. "It's okay. They're gone." The young girl burst into tears, clutching to Mai, who helped her up. "Kaiba, can you get a cab for her, please?" He nodded, the rest of them staying with the girl - Sakura - while they waited for it to arrive. She had been very lucky, all things considered.
They were walking back to the nightclub when something occured to Mai. Why she hadn't seen it before she didn't know. She clapped a hand over her mouth, and ran the rest of the way, trailed by a concerned Jou.
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Malik had been busy. He had succeeded in getting the four youngest completely off their dials; and being drunk himself, he was both proud and rather amused.
Rebecca giggled. "And then this one time, at, uhh... band camp..." Yugi snorted. "What? Oh, right..." she giggled again, and toppled off her chair.
"Malik!" He looked up. "How many drinks did you give Rebecca?"
"Only six, I think. Seems she's taken a liking to Black Russians."
"Never mind," snapped Mai. "Malik, did Isis have a boyfriend at the Domino Museum?"
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Lot's of people were asking who the father is. Does anyone have an inkling, now? Also, Rebecca has no real purpose, just the occassional comic relief. So, yeah. I've stayed up very late now. Can I have a nice review? Or even a flame, if you're so inclined. They're funny. But then, me likes nice ones better.