A/N+Warning: YAYAYAYAYAY!!! I finally finished this chappy!!*does the happy lil stupid dance* I'm sure this is so bored that you guys won't like it at all...*nervous laugh* Why? Coz I say so! XD Actually, I just have so many things to do that I dun have enough time to neither write nor think> And I was suffering Writer's Block! Well, kind of, but that is another story =P Plus, I was very tired and all, so this fic could be like my "Teach Me How To Dance", which means a lot of words repeat over and over again and the chappy may get less and less interesting...^^;;; Wow...Long A/N...Ok...I'll sh*t up now....As warning of today...hmm...OOCness and corny scenes will do, yupyup*nod*
BTW, to those who read my "Teach Me How To Dance", do you want me to write a sequel too? I may write it, one day...If you ppl want it badly.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do NOT own YGO or MeteoGarden...*sobs* I'm only a poor lil writer who writes poorly and badly...-_-;;
A big thx to my beta-readers, Infinity and Loon!! And thanks to you too, my loyal readers (if any)!! I love you all!!^^
"..........." Speaking
'..........' Thinking
Flashback
:: Crossing Over ::
+ Chapter Elven +
Today was special day. Well, it was, for Jou.
Yami was taking him to amusement park for some unknown reason, but he didn't care about it. The tri-color haired teen rarely took him to any place since he was always busy. His father never wanted Yami to be with him, so Yami couldn't be with him in public places, but that was before.
Now was different. Yami had the right to do whatever he wanted; his father hadn't any control on him now. At least Yami's dad wasn't here to decide whatever was good for the red-eyed teen or not. Yami was big enough to know what was beneficial for him, what was the right thing to do. His father hated Jou just because the blond was an orphan. The brown-eyed teen didn't understand what was wrong for being a pauper; it wasn't his fault if he wasn't as rich as Yami. Heck, he couldn't decide what kind of life he wanted to have. No one had the power to change their background, but people could change their own destiny, and Jou believed in it. It was the one of the things that had kept him alive until now, or else he would probably have killed himself already.
Well, they had gone to that Fun House this morning, and it wasn't fun at all. Actually, it was, but not as enjoyable as he thought. They were only standing in front of he-didn't-know-how-many mirrors, and that was all. Yeah, sure, it was funny, but what was the point of it? Watching your friend, yourself and maybe other people doing weird moves and poses was kind of boring, in Jou's opinion. At least it was finished, and they were having their lunch in a calm, peaceful place that Yami had found minutes ago. Unlike Jou, his friend was really good at finding places where no one would come and disturb them. But in exchange of it, Jou had to share his meal with Yami since he had accidentally forgotten his lunch and money at home, again. The blond wondered if Yami was telling the truth; he _always_ told Jou that he didn't bring his meal! Did he do it on purpose? And even if he had his meal with him, Yami always found some way to steal his lunch. Why couldn't he just buy or eat his and leave his lunchbox alone?!
"The meal is great, Jou!" Yami smiled, taking another bite from his lunchbox, or should we say, Jou's?
"Thanks." Jou smiled back, trying to get what was belonged to him once. Didn't look like there was something left for him.
"You are such a great cook, Jou. Better than mine." Yami said, ignoring Jou's glares. He wasn't going to lose the rare occasion he could have for savoring Jou's masterpiece! Well, not really, but the ruby-eyed teen didn't care about it. "It has been years that I didn't taste your home-made cooking, Jou! And you are getting better now!"
"Thanks, Yami." Jou grinned.
"You're welcome." Yami nodded, "Do you remember the first time you tried to cook? You almost burned up the house!" Yami chuckled, "And the other day, you put too much salt in the soup, then you forgot to take out the---"
"Yami! Stop it!" Jou blushed, "I was only like....10 years old! And I never cooked before!! Besides, you don't even know how to cook!"
"I don't need to know how to cook, that is for girls." Yami replied matter-of-factly.
"Unlike me, you don't have the talents to cook well, Yami." Jou answered, "I'm sure you are worse than anyone I know."
"I am better than anyone, if I try." Yami glared.
"Sure sure." Jou rolled his eyes, "You are just afraid to admit that you're just not as good as me, that's all." The blond stuck out his tongue playfully, not thinking that this would only annoy the spiky-haired teen more.
"I was good at what I did." Yami protested. "And I didn't need to cook. Other people did that for me."
"See? You're not admitting you're not as good as I am." Jou teased. "Did you have people do everything for you?"
"Well, there are things that I won't ask them do for me...." Yami smiled maliciously, "Like this....!" He pounced on Jou and tickled him, making the blond laugh unstoppably.
"S--Sto--Stop---it, Ya---mi!!" Jou said while trying to breathe, "I'm---so--rry!!"
"That won't work this time, Jou" The ruby-eyed teen smiled sweetly, "This is going to teach you not to mess with me!"
"Y--You...!!" Jou tried to do the same thing, but it didn't work out for him.
"I forgot to tell you, I'm not afraid of tickles." Yami smirked good-naturedly.
'Well, that's okay, Jounouchi could still think up of something to revenge Mr. Motou!' The blond swore.
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As he had promised hours before, he did find out what Yami was afraid of: Rollercoaster....
"Why did you choose something so boring like that??!" The rich teen glared at Jou after coming out from bathroom. He just threw up almost everything he had in his stomach, thanks to his blond friend.
"It wasn't boring at all! It was fun! You just couldn't stand it, that's all!" Jou grinned, that would teach him. But still, he didn't know that Yami feared rollercoaster. He chose it without thinking about it. Besides, it was part of Yami fault too, the rich teen should tell him that he didn't like it, and he may consider picking another one.
"Never mind, I'm not going to have a verbal fight with you in the public place." The young CEO sighed heavily, "Anyways, I'm kind of hungry, want to buy something to eat?"
"You know me, Yami." Jou smiled, "So...What are we waiting for? Let's go!!" The sandy-haired teen grabbed one of Yami's hands, and dragged him directly to the food shop.
"Something that will never change..." The tri-color haired shook his head.
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"I know you did that on purpose." Jou groaned.
"Oh?" Yami raised an eyebrow, "And why is that?"
"You know I'm afraid of that!" The brown-eyed teen glared at the rich young man, trying to fight back the urge to tackle him.
"Afraid of what?" Yami smiled innocently, trying hard not to laugh. They were at the Ghost House, since it was his turn to choose which game they should play. As Jou had been so nice with him for choosing Rollercoaster, so...why couldn't he pick something that _the blond_ feared? Beside, he was having fun seeing his friend jumping and almost fainting from those fake ghosts, his face was priceless!
"Don't play innocent with me, Yami! You just tricked me!" Jou scowled at red-eyed teen; what did he do _that_ for?!
"I didn't, Jou." Yami replied matter-of-factly, "I didn't trick you, either."
"Hn. Whatever" The blond snorted, folding his arms. It was already late now, and he didn't want to waste too much time on some insignificant talks. It wasn't that he didn't care about it; it was because he knew he couldn't win against the spiky-haired teen. After all, Yami was a CEO, and he was only a normal civilian.
"What do you want to do?" Yami asked, "I heard there are fireworks tonight, do you want to watch them?"
"Okay." Jou nodded, "So where are these famous fireworks?"
"Just right behind there." Yami pointed at the Ferris Wheel, "I think it starts in ten minutes. And if we are lucky enough, maybe the guy who works here might let us get on the seat. Then stop it so we can get a better view."
"Good idea." Jou smiled, as he followed the ruby-eyed teen to the Ferris Wheel.
They did get the permission for it, since Yami was a famous and important CEO. Who would say no to him? Well, maybe Jou, but that was because he was a special case.
Yami draped his arm over Jou's shoulders, admiring the fireworks quietly and just enjoying their time together. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Jou asked.
"Yeah...." Yami agreed, and turned to look at his friend for a moment, admiring his golden hair and big brown eyes. Beautiful....
Without really thinking about what he was doing, Yami guided their lips together, tongue slipping into Jou's mouth as he kissed him passionately. He gazed into Jou's eyes, hand running through his hair.
Jou's eyes widened in shock as he felt the warm tongue invade his mouth, and almost choked, his cheeks turning pink. His lips moved hesitantly against Yami's, tongue brushing against his a little clumsily.
Jou could only look at him with surprised eyes mixed with confusion. Why did Yami stop?...Waited a minute, why did he care about it, anyway? Why did he respond to it instead of slapping or pushing him away? Why did he enjoy it? So many questions were circling in Jou's little head, like they were trying to explode his brain. He was puzzled by all these new emotions, his feelings toward a certain Yami Motou. Was it friendship, or...something else? It couldn't be friendship. Well, think about it, since when you kissed your _best_ friend? And say the _best friend_ was a guy. At least he never heard of that before...
So what was it? What was this new sentiment that had been dug out from deep inside of him? Or was it? He didn't know anymore...Or...was it...Love? This was ridiculous, how would he like Yami? And why him?? Yami was a guy, and he was a guy. This couldn't be possible, no way.
But was it a bad thing? Alright, maybe he did like him; maybe he didn't like him. Maybe...So many maybes, and them didn't help. He still didn't know the answer, couldn't find out his true feelings. Maybe a cold shower and a rest would aid him?
His thought was cut short by Yami, who looked at him worriedly. "Jou? Are you alright?" The spiky-haired teen didn't want to lose Jou; this was his entire fault. Why didn't he control himself, anyways?
"Yeah, I'm fine." Jou forced a smile, tired from the long day and thinking, "Let's go home, shall we?"
He should think about it later...
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A/N: Yup, Infinity wrote this part for me^^ I am sure everyone is happy now coz she's better than me...^^;;
"This looks like a nice spot." Seto sat a picnic basket down under in the shade of some trees.
"It's hard to believe you're actually taking time out from working for this." Jou commented, spreading out the blanket and sitting down.
"Well, I've got to get out sometime, so why not now?" Seto sat down next to him.
Jou just shrugged, and started pulling things out of the basket, eyeing a plate of chocolate chip cookies. "Where'd you buy those?" They looked good enough to eat right at the beginning.
"Nowhere. I made them." Seto looked smug.
Jou's jaw dropped in shock. "You can cook?"
"What, didn't think I could?" Seto teased. "I like baking sometimes."
"Huh...." Jou just shook his head, setting down the plate a good ways away from him. Seto might like to cook, but it didn't mean he was good at it.
"They're not going to poison you. Try one." Seto suggested, unwrapping the plate and handing Jou a cookie.
Jou took a bite, blinking a few times. "These're really good.... You sure you didn't have a maid make them for you?" He grinned, starting to eat the rest of it.
"Nope. I made them myself." He repeated.
"Why'd you go through all this trouble?" Jou asked, reaching for another cookie. "I mean, you could just be working or something, right?"
"Because you needed to relax, that's why. A master always has to make sure his puppy is in good health." Seto smirked, winking at him.
"Hey!" Jou grabbed the cookie, and threw it at Seto's head. "I'm NOT a puppy!"
"Of course you're not." Seto rolled his eyes disbelievingly, catching the cookie before it could hit him, and took a bite out of it.
Jou scowled at Seto, who in turn ignored the look, handing him a sandwich. "Eat up, pup. I took you out here for your health, not mine."
"Stop calling me that." Jou took the sandwich, giving Seto a small shove.
"What should I call you then, hmm?" Seto shoved him back almost playfully.
"Call me Jounouchi."
"I thought only people close to you called you that." Seto remarked. "Am I close to you, _Jounouchi_?" He stressed the actual name, and proved his point by moving closer.
"Euh...." Jou faltered, looking up at Seto, who was practically leaning against him now.
"Well?" Seto prompted, an arm snaking around Jou's waist without notice.
"I....I guess...." Jou stuttered, a little nervous with exactly _how_ close they were, at the moment.
"You guess? It was you who said so, wasn't it?" Seto reasoned.
"Well... euh.... y-yeah, but...." Jou blinked several times.
"Maybe you need a little help making up your mind." Seto declared. Gazing into Jou's eyes, he used the arm around the blond's waist to draw him closer, the other hand tilting Jou's head up so he could kiss him softly.
Seto's lips meshed with Jou's in a passionate but gentle kiss, blue eyes burning into amber ones. His tongue slipped past unresisting lips into Jou's mouth, tasting and caressing its sweet depths.
Jou blushed hard, looking up into Seto's intense gaze with a sort of enraptured shock. He could taste the lingering traces of chocolate on Seto's lips, and feel the warm, light stroke of the taller teen's thumb running down the length of his jaw. He was too surprised to even respond, instead allowing himself to simply enjoy the rare moment of tender compassion from the normally cold CEO.
So lost was Jou in his own emotions, that it came as an unwelcome surprise when Seto pulled away. The brunet's hand lingered on Jou's cheek briefly, and he gave the blond a small, sincere smile. "Why don't you think that over, and tell me the answer later?" Seto scooted off to the side a little, to give Jou some room to think, and picked up his own sandwich, starting to eat.
A/N: Okay, I know A/Ns are annoying, but I can't let you guys mistake my bad writing for Infy's^^;;
Taking his own sandwich, Jou begun to eat it while giving some--he thought--unnoticed looks at Seto. He wondered why did the cerulean-eyed teen kiss him minutes ago? Seto did look sincere; didn't look like the brunet was playing around with him like he had done before. Did Seto really...like him?...Why did he care about it anyway? Didn't he hate that rich pig? But...He did feel something for him....Wait a minute...He didn't; this couldn't be true. Must be the kiss' fault. But still...Seto wasn't a bad guy as he had thought before. The brunet acted like a bastard because he had to, just like Yami. Being a CEO wasn't an easy task, especially when you were young. You had to act tough so people would fear you and respect you. You couldn't let them find your weakness, or else you were a dead man.
Peeping at Seto one last time, he started to think seriously about his feelings. Would he accept it, or...not? Why did Yami's figure appear in his head when he thought of it? Which one did he like? Or was that emotion really...love? It could be anything, since he wasn't an expert in this domain. Jou couldn't give his answer to Seto now, as he had to think about it. About his feelings toward both boys.
Guess he would have some sleepless nights....
~oOoOo~
I know that Katsuya is Jou's first name, and I know that I should ask Infy to write Katsuya instead of Jounouchi when Seto said that only ppl close to Jou would call him Jounouchi. But you know....I prefer Jou than Katsuya, okay?*acting childish*
Anyways, if you dunno this, I never like my own works except draws, so...I hope you enjoy reading this crappy fic^^;;;
Review plz^^
BTW, I wanna say something....BLOND AND BRUNET DO EXIST!! Go check the dict...-_-;;
BTW, to those who read my "Teach Me How To Dance", do you want me to write a sequel too? I may write it, one day...If you ppl want it badly.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do NOT own YGO or MeteoGarden...*sobs* I'm only a poor lil writer who writes poorly and badly...-_-;;
A big thx to my beta-readers, Infinity and Loon!! And thanks to you too, my loyal readers (if any)!! I love you all!!^^
"..........." Speaking
'..........' Thinking
Flashback
Today was special day. Well, it was, for Jou.
Yami was taking him to amusement park for some unknown reason, but he didn't care about it. The tri-color haired teen rarely took him to any place since he was always busy. His father never wanted Yami to be with him, so Yami couldn't be with him in public places, but that was before.
Now was different. Yami had the right to do whatever he wanted; his father hadn't any control on him now. At least Yami's dad wasn't here to decide whatever was good for the red-eyed teen or not. Yami was big enough to know what was beneficial for him, what was the right thing to do. His father hated Jou just because the blond was an orphan. The brown-eyed teen didn't understand what was wrong for being a pauper; it wasn't his fault if he wasn't as rich as Yami. Heck, he couldn't decide what kind of life he wanted to have. No one had the power to change their background, but people could change their own destiny, and Jou believed in it. It was the one of the things that had kept him alive until now, or else he would probably have killed himself already.
Well, they had gone to that Fun House this morning, and it wasn't fun at all. Actually, it was, but not as enjoyable as he thought. They were only standing in front of he-didn't-know-how-many mirrors, and that was all. Yeah, sure, it was funny, but what was the point of it? Watching your friend, yourself and maybe other people doing weird moves and poses was kind of boring, in Jou's opinion. At least it was finished, and they were having their lunch in a calm, peaceful place that Yami had found minutes ago. Unlike Jou, his friend was really good at finding places where no one would come and disturb them. But in exchange of it, Jou had to share his meal with Yami since he had accidentally forgotten his lunch and money at home, again. The blond wondered if Yami was telling the truth; he _always_ told Jou that he didn't bring his meal! Did he do it on purpose? And even if he had his meal with him, Yami always found some way to steal his lunch. Why couldn't he just buy or eat his and leave his lunchbox alone?!
"The meal is great, Jou!" Yami smiled, taking another bite from his lunchbox, or should we say, Jou's?
"Thanks." Jou smiled back, trying to get what was belonged to him once. Didn't look like there was something left for him.
"You are such a great cook, Jou. Better than mine." Yami said, ignoring Jou's glares. He wasn't going to lose the rare occasion he could have for savoring Jou's masterpiece! Well, not really, but the ruby-eyed teen didn't care about it. "It has been years that I didn't taste your home-made cooking, Jou! And you are getting better now!"
"Thanks, Yami." Jou grinned.
"You're welcome." Yami nodded, "Do you remember the first time you tried to cook? You almost burned up the house!" Yami chuckled, "And the other day, you put too much salt in the soup, then you forgot to take out the---"
"Yami! Stop it!" Jou blushed, "I was only like....10 years old! And I never cooked before!! Besides, you don't even know how to cook!"
"I don't need to know how to cook, that is for girls." Yami replied matter-of-factly.
"Unlike me, you don't have the talents to cook well, Yami." Jou answered, "I'm sure you are worse than anyone I know."
"I am better than anyone, if I try." Yami glared.
"Sure sure." Jou rolled his eyes, "You are just afraid to admit that you're just not as good as me, that's all." The blond stuck out his tongue playfully, not thinking that this would only annoy the spiky-haired teen more.
"I was good at what I did." Yami protested. "And I didn't need to cook. Other people did that for me."
"See? You're not admitting you're not as good as I am." Jou teased. "Did you have people do everything for you?"
"Well, there are things that I won't ask them do for me...." Yami smiled maliciously, "Like this....!" He pounced on Jou and tickled him, making the blond laugh unstoppably.
"S--Sto--Stop---it, Ya---mi!!" Jou said while trying to breathe, "I'm---so--rry!!"
"That won't work this time, Jou" The ruby-eyed teen smiled sweetly, "This is going to teach you not to mess with me!"
"Y--You...!!" Jou tried to do the same thing, but it didn't work out for him.
"I forgot to tell you, I'm not afraid of tickles." Yami smirked good-naturedly.
'Well, that's okay, Jounouchi could still think up of something to revenge Mr. Motou!' The blond swore.
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As he had promised hours before, he did find out what Yami was afraid of: Rollercoaster....
"Why did you choose something so boring like that??!" The rich teen glared at Jou after coming out from bathroom. He just threw up almost everything he had in his stomach, thanks to his blond friend.
"It wasn't boring at all! It was fun! You just couldn't stand it, that's all!" Jou grinned, that would teach him. But still, he didn't know that Yami feared rollercoaster. He chose it without thinking about it. Besides, it was part of Yami fault too, the rich teen should tell him that he didn't like it, and he may consider picking another one.
"Never mind, I'm not going to have a verbal fight with you in the public place." The young CEO sighed heavily, "Anyways, I'm kind of hungry, want to buy something to eat?"
"You know me, Yami." Jou smiled, "So...What are we waiting for? Let's go!!" The sandy-haired teen grabbed one of Yami's hands, and dragged him directly to the food shop.
"Something that will never change..." The tri-color haired shook his head.
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"I know you did that on purpose." Jou groaned.
"Oh?" Yami raised an eyebrow, "And why is that?"
"You know I'm afraid of that!" The brown-eyed teen glared at the rich young man, trying to fight back the urge to tackle him.
"Afraid of what?" Yami smiled innocently, trying hard not to laugh. They were at the Ghost House, since it was his turn to choose which game they should play. As Jou had been so nice with him for choosing Rollercoaster, so...why couldn't he pick something that _the blond_ feared? Beside, he was having fun seeing his friend jumping and almost fainting from those fake ghosts, his face was priceless!
"Don't play innocent with me, Yami! You just tricked me!" Jou scowled at red-eyed teen; what did he do _that_ for?!
"I didn't, Jou." Yami replied matter-of-factly, "I didn't trick you, either."
"Hn. Whatever" The blond snorted, folding his arms. It was already late now, and he didn't want to waste too much time on some insignificant talks. It wasn't that he didn't care about it; it was because he knew he couldn't win against the spiky-haired teen. After all, Yami was a CEO, and he was only a normal civilian.
"What do you want to do?" Yami asked, "I heard there are fireworks tonight, do you want to watch them?"
"Okay." Jou nodded, "So where are these famous fireworks?"
"Just right behind there." Yami pointed at the Ferris Wheel, "I think it starts in ten minutes. And if we are lucky enough, maybe the guy who works here might let us get on the seat. Then stop it so we can get a better view."
"Good idea." Jou smiled, as he followed the ruby-eyed teen to the Ferris Wheel.
They did get the permission for it, since Yami was a famous and important CEO. Who would say no to him? Well, maybe Jou, but that was because he was a special case.
Yami draped his arm over Jou's shoulders, admiring the fireworks quietly and just enjoying their time together. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Jou asked.
"Yeah...." Yami agreed, and turned to look at his friend for a moment, admiring his golden hair and big brown eyes. Beautiful....
Without really thinking about what he was doing, Yami guided their lips together, tongue slipping into Jou's mouth as he kissed him passionately. He gazed into Jou's eyes, hand running through his hair.
Jou's eyes widened in shock as he felt the warm tongue invade his mouth, and almost choked, his cheeks turning pink. His lips moved hesitantly against Yami's, tongue brushing against his a little clumsily.
Jou could only look at him with surprised eyes mixed with confusion. Why did Yami stop?...Waited a minute, why did he care about it, anyway? Why did he respond to it instead of slapping or pushing him away? Why did he enjoy it? So many questions were circling in Jou's little head, like they were trying to explode his brain. He was puzzled by all these new emotions, his feelings toward a certain Yami Motou. Was it friendship, or...something else? It couldn't be friendship. Well, think about it, since when you kissed your _best_ friend? And say the _best friend_ was a guy. At least he never heard of that before...
So what was it? What was this new sentiment that had been dug out from deep inside of him? Or was it? He didn't know anymore...Or...was it...Love? This was ridiculous, how would he like Yami? And why him?? Yami was a guy, and he was a guy. This couldn't be possible, no way.
But was it a bad thing? Alright, maybe he did like him; maybe he didn't like him. Maybe...So many maybes, and them didn't help. He still didn't know the answer, couldn't find out his true feelings. Maybe a cold shower and a rest would aid him?
His thought was cut short by Yami, who looked at him worriedly. "Jou? Are you alright?" The spiky-haired teen didn't want to lose Jou; this was his entire fault. Why didn't he control himself, anyways?
"Yeah, I'm fine." Jou forced a smile, tired from the long day and thinking, "Let's go home, shall we?"
He should think about it later...
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A/N: Yup, Infinity wrote this part for me^^ I am sure everyone is happy now coz she's better than me...^^;;
"This looks like a nice spot." Seto sat a picnic basket down under in the shade of some trees.
"It's hard to believe you're actually taking time out from working for this." Jou commented, spreading out the blanket and sitting down.
"Well, I've got to get out sometime, so why not now?" Seto sat down next to him.
Jou just shrugged, and started pulling things out of the basket, eyeing a plate of chocolate chip cookies. "Where'd you buy those?" They looked good enough to eat right at the beginning.
"Nowhere. I made them." Seto looked smug.
Jou's jaw dropped in shock. "You can cook?"
"What, didn't think I could?" Seto teased. "I like baking sometimes."
"Huh...." Jou just shook his head, setting down the plate a good ways away from him. Seto might like to cook, but it didn't mean he was good at it.
"They're not going to poison you. Try one." Seto suggested, unwrapping the plate and handing Jou a cookie.
Jou took a bite, blinking a few times. "These're really good.... You sure you didn't have a maid make them for you?" He grinned, starting to eat the rest of it.
"Nope. I made them myself." He repeated.
"Why'd you go through all this trouble?" Jou asked, reaching for another cookie. "I mean, you could just be working or something, right?"
"Because you needed to relax, that's why. A master always has to make sure his puppy is in good health." Seto smirked, winking at him.
"Hey!" Jou grabbed the cookie, and threw it at Seto's head. "I'm NOT a puppy!"
"Of course you're not." Seto rolled his eyes disbelievingly, catching the cookie before it could hit him, and took a bite out of it.
Jou scowled at Seto, who in turn ignored the look, handing him a sandwich. "Eat up, pup. I took you out here for your health, not mine."
"Stop calling me that." Jou took the sandwich, giving Seto a small shove.
"What should I call you then, hmm?" Seto shoved him back almost playfully.
"Call me Jounouchi."
"I thought only people close to you called you that." Seto remarked. "Am I close to you, _Jounouchi_?" He stressed the actual name, and proved his point by moving closer.
"Euh...." Jou faltered, looking up at Seto, who was practically leaning against him now.
"Well?" Seto prompted, an arm snaking around Jou's waist without notice.
"I....I guess...." Jou stuttered, a little nervous with exactly _how_ close they were, at the moment.
"You guess? It was you who said so, wasn't it?" Seto reasoned.
"Well... euh.... y-yeah, but...." Jou blinked several times.
"Maybe you need a little help making up your mind." Seto declared. Gazing into Jou's eyes, he used the arm around the blond's waist to draw him closer, the other hand tilting Jou's head up so he could kiss him softly.
Seto's lips meshed with Jou's in a passionate but gentle kiss, blue eyes burning into amber ones. His tongue slipped past unresisting lips into Jou's mouth, tasting and caressing its sweet depths.
Jou blushed hard, looking up into Seto's intense gaze with a sort of enraptured shock. He could taste the lingering traces of chocolate on Seto's lips, and feel the warm, light stroke of the taller teen's thumb running down the length of his jaw. He was too surprised to even respond, instead allowing himself to simply enjoy the rare moment of tender compassion from the normally cold CEO.
So lost was Jou in his own emotions, that it came as an unwelcome surprise when Seto pulled away. The brunet's hand lingered on Jou's cheek briefly, and he gave the blond a small, sincere smile. "Why don't you think that over, and tell me the answer later?" Seto scooted off to the side a little, to give Jou some room to think, and picked up his own sandwich, starting to eat.
A/N: Okay, I know A/Ns are annoying, but I can't let you guys mistake my bad writing for Infy's^^;;
Taking his own sandwich, Jou begun to eat it while giving some--he thought--unnoticed looks at Seto. He wondered why did the cerulean-eyed teen kiss him minutes ago? Seto did look sincere; didn't look like the brunet was playing around with him like he had done before. Did Seto really...like him?...Why did he care about it anyway? Didn't he hate that rich pig? But...He did feel something for him....Wait a minute...He didn't; this couldn't be true. Must be the kiss' fault. But still...Seto wasn't a bad guy as he had thought before. The brunet acted like a bastard because he had to, just like Yami. Being a CEO wasn't an easy task, especially when you were young. You had to act tough so people would fear you and respect you. You couldn't let them find your weakness, or else you were a dead man.
Peeping at Seto one last time, he started to think seriously about his feelings. Would he accept it, or...not? Why did Yami's figure appear in his head when he thought of it? Which one did he like? Or was that emotion really...love? It could be anything, since he wasn't an expert in this domain. Jou couldn't give his answer to Seto now, as he had to think about it. About his feelings toward both boys.
Guess he would have some sleepless nights....
I know that Katsuya is Jou's first name, and I know that I should ask Infy to write Katsuya instead of Jounouchi when Seto said that only ppl close to Jou would call him Jounouchi. But you know....I prefer Jou than Katsuya, okay?*acting childish*
Anyways, if you dunno this, I never like my own works except draws, so...I hope you enjoy reading this crappy fic^^;;;
Review plz^^
BTW, I wanna say something....BLOND AND BRUNET DO EXIST!! Go check the dict...-_-;;