Um.hi again.I'm not really pleased with this.but please read and enjoy if
you will.
Sorry it took so long to get out.
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"What in the world are you talking about, Kaiba?" asked the blonde known as Jounouchi Katsuya.
The brunette sneered. "I knew you were stupid, mizu inu, but I had no idea that you were imbecilic enough to block out such an important memory--to you AND to me!"
"I'll say this again-what are you talking about?" asked the blonde once more, making sure to annunciate his question clearly.
"I'm talking about your past, pup! I'm talking about what you are; what should have been brought to your attention so very long ago!" spat out the taller man. And quieter, "Why would you block your memory of me like that?"
"Jesus, moneybags, you're overworking far more than I thought!"
"What do you mean?" The ice in the voice matched the ice in the glare Jounouchi received from the CEO.
"You're ranting on about something that is NOT real, Kaiba.the only conclusion I can come to is that you're overworking and that is causing a decrease in your better judgment!"
"You fail to realize that this.phenomenon you think you have spotted is not so. I am spouting off more true information than you have probably ever put onto a test paper!" spat out the peeved heir to Kaiba Corporation. "Do you understand? Do you realize who and what you are?"
With this last comment, Katsuya had had enough; Kaiba was just weirding him out, and he wasn't going to stand for it. He stormed from the premises, making a mental note to quit his job, even after only having it for the few days. He didn't stop for the voice that called to him and told him to, "Think about it!"
However, the previous rant he had listened to from the owner of 51% of the shares at Kaiba Corporation made something snap in the back of his mind.
~~~*~~~Dream~~~*~~~
They taunted him relentlessly. He wasn't like them, not one bit. He was only half the sprite they were. He was unholy, and therefore could never master their art; although, unknown to anyone, his magic was far more advanced than anyone was ever allowed to go, for fear of revolt. He would never have friends like the others.
His only friend, in fact, was a boy his age that was also ridiculed by their peers. He had chosen early in life that his hair would remain a pure white in color--much like the fabled unicorn's--and his body was that of a human completely. No one, besides Katsuya himself, had ever seen the young boy change into his second favorite form-that of the dolphin. Ryou, as he called himself, was disliked by those who he swore to protect, and Katsuya strongly admired the boy for it.
The story had oft been told to him by his uncle, the only one who had been alive to care for him, of how he had been a bastard child-a mistake to the woman who had been his mother. He had been told of how she had been murdered by her brother--from the man himself. He often blamed himself for her death because they were keen on telling him of how they would not have killed her had they know that Katsuya would have been the product.
How the promise that she had made with her dying breath would never be fulfilled was always rubbed in his face. His 'family' had sought out the young man along with his wife and any other lovers he may have had and killed each of them in turn.
~~~*~~~End Dream~~~*~~~
Jou woke with a gasp. This dream was a first, as he almost never dreamt, at least not that vividly.
After fleeing from Kaiba, he had stalked off to his place of work and turned in his resignation to the head, to an abundance of snickering behind his back, and he understood why, exactly, he had been chosen for the position of Kaiba's gardener in the first place. They just wanted to make a fool of the poor new sap.
He had finally given up on his search for a job when the fifth interviewer had refused to give him the job that had been advertised, although he had been more than qualified for each and everyone. When he arrived home he crashed on the worn-out, puke-colored couch, not even bothering to pull out the hide-away bed.
He flipped over to his stomach and stared at the badly-tiled ceiling of his two-room apartment. After the dream he had just had, even though he could not remember most of it, he found himself wondering if what his rival had said could possibly be true. A quick glance at the clock told him that 2 o'clock a.m. was much too early for one to be out and about in the world, so he fell blissfully back into the realm of sleep.
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One (1) Kaiba Seto woke with a very nasty kink in his over-worked neck. (It never is very pleasant to sleep at your desk in a stiff office chair, is it?) His brilliant blue eyes scanned the room to find what had woken him. His vision swept across the immaculately kept office. Well, immaculate except for the suit coat and tie that had been folded neatly on a small sofa near the stainless steel (and bulletproof) door. A sharp insistent rapping upon said object drew his gaze toward it. The only other sign that he was aware of the life form that was alerting him to it's presence was the spoken, "Come in."
What greeted his sight was not what he expected. Instead of the usual bossy secretary (who most likely was late again, seeing as how the form in the doorway had gotten through), he peered upon a slightly disheveled, completely underdressed, Jounouchi Katsuya. The blonde boy was looking anywhere but at the CEO he had obviously come to see.
"Do you enjoy making those you came to see wait?" asked the brunette, completely at home in his own domain.
Katsuya looked around, seeming to debate a matter of utmost importance. "It's sterile.kind of like a hospital," was his quiet reply to Seto. It was not what the young man had expected. He had expected for the blonde to say "boring" or, at the very most, he expected "bland" to come out of the puppy's mouth- all had been previously observed by others, including himself. Sterile was not an observation he had made, but it was oh-so- true.
Everything from the puke-teal carpeting to the stainless steel desk and chair legs screamed sterile. The folded jacket did not help the image. "Why have you come here?" asked Seto, slightly irked that he had not noticed sooner.
"For some messed up, crack-addicted reason, I believe you. Although it seems so false, everything seems to ring true in my head." said the blonde, his lean form carefully leaning against one of the hospital-white walls. His jean jacket hung loosely against his form and framed the black t-shirt featuring what appeared to be a mixture between the boys' two favorite Duel Monster cards. He wore plain blue jeans and black sneakers.
"You seemed almost afraid of me yesterday, though. What changed your mind?" Seto grinned, "Was it my amazing good looks?"
"My.memories.or, maybe, somehow, they're drug-induced delusions.even though I haven't even taken prescription medicine since I was in, like, 7th grade," was the reply Seto got. "What I, personally, don't get, is why you, of all people, are harping on me about it." During this last round of talking, the blonde's eyes had been closed so his did not notice that Seto had almost closed the gap in between two.
The grin Jou received from his fellow teenager when he opened his eyes was enough to scare anyone. "Your father had more than one younger brother," breathed Kaiba before trapping the blonde between himself and the wall, their faces inches apart.
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Damn.I left you at another cliffy, didn't I.does that mean that I'm going to have to do ANOTHER chapter? Oh well.I guess I'll live..just have to strain my brain for more ideas ::giggle::
Disclaimer: ::sigh:: well-o.no one wants to do this for me again, so here goes.I don't own anything except for my idea! Which I'm quite proud of, by the way!
Thanks for reading.now take the next step and review!
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"What in the world are you talking about, Kaiba?" asked the blonde known as Jounouchi Katsuya.
The brunette sneered. "I knew you were stupid, mizu inu, but I had no idea that you were imbecilic enough to block out such an important memory--to you AND to me!"
"I'll say this again-what are you talking about?" asked the blonde once more, making sure to annunciate his question clearly.
"I'm talking about your past, pup! I'm talking about what you are; what should have been brought to your attention so very long ago!" spat out the taller man. And quieter, "Why would you block your memory of me like that?"
"Jesus, moneybags, you're overworking far more than I thought!"
"What do you mean?" The ice in the voice matched the ice in the glare Jounouchi received from the CEO.
"You're ranting on about something that is NOT real, Kaiba.the only conclusion I can come to is that you're overworking and that is causing a decrease in your better judgment!"
"You fail to realize that this.phenomenon you think you have spotted is not so. I am spouting off more true information than you have probably ever put onto a test paper!" spat out the peeved heir to Kaiba Corporation. "Do you understand? Do you realize who and what you are?"
With this last comment, Katsuya had had enough; Kaiba was just weirding him out, and he wasn't going to stand for it. He stormed from the premises, making a mental note to quit his job, even after only having it for the few days. He didn't stop for the voice that called to him and told him to, "Think about it!"
However, the previous rant he had listened to from the owner of 51% of the shares at Kaiba Corporation made something snap in the back of his mind.
~~~*~~~Dream~~~*~~~
They taunted him relentlessly. He wasn't like them, not one bit. He was only half the sprite they were. He was unholy, and therefore could never master their art; although, unknown to anyone, his magic was far more advanced than anyone was ever allowed to go, for fear of revolt. He would never have friends like the others.
His only friend, in fact, was a boy his age that was also ridiculed by their peers. He had chosen early in life that his hair would remain a pure white in color--much like the fabled unicorn's--and his body was that of a human completely. No one, besides Katsuya himself, had ever seen the young boy change into his second favorite form-that of the dolphin. Ryou, as he called himself, was disliked by those who he swore to protect, and Katsuya strongly admired the boy for it.
The story had oft been told to him by his uncle, the only one who had been alive to care for him, of how he had been a bastard child-a mistake to the woman who had been his mother. He had been told of how she had been murdered by her brother--from the man himself. He often blamed himself for her death because they were keen on telling him of how they would not have killed her had they know that Katsuya would have been the product.
How the promise that she had made with her dying breath would never be fulfilled was always rubbed in his face. His 'family' had sought out the young man along with his wife and any other lovers he may have had and killed each of them in turn.
~~~*~~~End Dream~~~*~~~
Jou woke with a gasp. This dream was a first, as he almost never dreamt, at least not that vividly.
After fleeing from Kaiba, he had stalked off to his place of work and turned in his resignation to the head, to an abundance of snickering behind his back, and he understood why, exactly, he had been chosen for the position of Kaiba's gardener in the first place. They just wanted to make a fool of the poor new sap.
He had finally given up on his search for a job when the fifth interviewer had refused to give him the job that had been advertised, although he had been more than qualified for each and everyone. When he arrived home he crashed on the worn-out, puke-colored couch, not even bothering to pull out the hide-away bed.
He flipped over to his stomach and stared at the badly-tiled ceiling of his two-room apartment. After the dream he had just had, even though he could not remember most of it, he found himself wondering if what his rival had said could possibly be true. A quick glance at the clock told him that 2 o'clock a.m. was much too early for one to be out and about in the world, so he fell blissfully back into the realm of sleep.
~*~
One (1) Kaiba Seto woke with a very nasty kink in his over-worked neck. (It never is very pleasant to sleep at your desk in a stiff office chair, is it?) His brilliant blue eyes scanned the room to find what had woken him. His vision swept across the immaculately kept office. Well, immaculate except for the suit coat and tie that had been folded neatly on a small sofa near the stainless steel (and bulletproof) door. A sharp insistent rapping upon said object drew his gaze toward it. The only other sign that he was aware of the life form that was alerting him to it's presence was the spoken, "Come in."
What greeted his sight was not what he expected. Instead of the usual bossy secretary (who most likely was late again, seeing as how the form in the doorway had gotten through), he peered upon a slightly disheveled, completely underdressed, Jounouchi Katsuya. The blonde boy was looking anywhere but at the CEO he had obviously come to see.
"Do you enjoy making those you came to see wait?" asked the brunette, completely at home in his own domain.
Katsuya looked around, seeming to debate a matter of utmost importance. "It's sterile.kind of like a hospital," was his quiet reply to Seto. It was not what the young man had expected. He had expected for the blonde to say "boring" or, at the very most, he expected "bland" to come out of the puppy's mouth- all had been previously observed by others, including himself. Sterile was not an observation he had made, but it was oh-so- true.
Everything from the puke-teal carpeting to the stainless steel desk and chair legs screamed sterile. The folded jacket did not help the image. "Why have you come here?" asked Seto, slightly irked that he had not noticed sooner.
"For some messed up, crack-addicted reason, I believe you. Although it seems so false, everything seems to ring true in my head." said the blonde, his lean form carefully leaning against one of the hospital-white walls. His jean jacket hung loosely against his form and framed the black t-shirt featuring what appeared to be a mixture between the boys' two favorite Duel Monster cards. He wore plain blue jeans and black sneakers.
"You seemed almost afraid of me yesterday, though. What changed your mind?" Seto grinned, "Was it my amazing good looks?"
"My.memories.or, maybe, somehow, they're drug-induced delusions.even though I haven't even taken prescription medicine since I was in, like, 7th grade," was the reply Seto got. "What I, personally, don't get, is why you, of all people, are harping on me about it." During this last round of talking, the blonde's eyes had been closed so his did not notice that Seto had almost closed the gap in between two.
The grin Jou received from his fellow teenager when he opened his eyes was enough to scare anyone. "Your father had more than one younger brother," breathed Kaiba before trapping the blonde between himself and the wall, their faces inches apart.
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Damn.I left you at another cliffy, didn't I.does that mean that I'm going to have to do ANOTHER chapter? Oh well.I guess I'll live..just have to strain my brain for more ideas ::giggle::
Disclaimer: ::sigh:: well-o.no one wants to do this for me again, so here goes.I don't own anything except for my idea! Which I'm quite proud of, by the way!
Thanks for reading.now take the next step and review!