Title: Barking To Disaster (PBFF)
Author: Glue Project
Rating: PG-13?
Pairings: SetoJou
Spoilers: Err. None?
Disclaimer: Nothing mine. Not even the bunny.
Summery: See TEXT BUNNY #22
Author: Glue Project
Rating: PG-13?
Pairings: SetoJou
Spoilers: Err. None?
Disclaimer: Nothing mine. Not even the bunny.
Summery: See TEXT BUNNY #22
Note: School in Japan ends in March and starts up
again in April. Just for time reference.
Chapter
Four
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As it turned out, Jou's almost constant sleeping
was also a cause of the cursed spring. It had taken loads of energy from
Jou himself to complete his transformation, and was still completing his
transformation after the vet visit, even if it was mostly complete by that
time.
Now, the day after the visit, Jou's sleepy state
was abating, and he woke to a beautiful guestroom at the Kaiba mansion.
Shaking himself awake, Jou trotted out to the smell of bacon, hopeful that he
would be sharing in that specific aspect of breakfast.
Since it was Mokuba cooking, and Seto was already
off at work, the younger Kaiba was able to give Jou a plate of bacon with a wink
and a shush. He then went into a dramatic monologue that Jou enjoyed much,
about how he had just 'dropped' a plate of bacon on the floor and now 'had to
throw it away'.
The plate was licked clean by the time that Mokuba
had finished (over) acting.
-Thanks.-
Mokuba turned, startled.
Jou was already gone.
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Jou had done his best to write a note while armed
with a pencil in his mouth and paper between his paws. The resulting
letter was a scribbled mess almost readable, but hey, it was the thought that
counted right?
Now he was traveling the downcast streets of
Domino, watching the world with a slightly different air. Down here,
so close to the ground, everything seemed dirty, contaminated. Granted,
this was a city, and that everyone did their best to keep it clean,
it still had a gloomy air to it.
That, or the impending rain clouds factored into
that.
He carefully transverse across the busy streets,
standing patiently at the crosswalks for the green walking light. He'd
also stopped quiet a few children from walking out without their parents notice,
and one had decided to ride him across the street, all the while shouting,
"Pony!" in her tiny little voice.
He found all of that amusing.
Now, however, he stood in front of his apartment
complex, a dingy, rathole of a place. He padded up the broken cement
steps, a sense of 'forbidden' cloaking the area. The door leading in had
the lock broken out--always had--and he continued up the steps. On the
fourth flight, he departed from stairs that went up another level, and continued
down the hallway. At the door marked 412, he nosed it open, surprised that
it had admitted him in.
He was almost immediately nauseated by the stench
of alcohol and cologne. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and followed the
noises of a tv somewhere nearby.
His father sat among mountains of beer cans and
wine coolers, voice rising and falling as he talked to those he could only see
within his drunken mind. He pitched another bottle at the wall and it
spilt into millions of diamond shards, light fracturing off them as they stayed
suspended in the air for a fraction of a second before they joined their
brethren on the floor.
The wall was covered in horrible peeling wallpaper
that was dotted with amber beerstains and purple shards of glass. It was
also covered in a not so pretty substance of brownish-red.
Thankfully, he could concentrate on the beer scent
and not on that that paralleled copper.
His father turned his head to the side, and in a
slurred and jumbled voice, started conversing with the table lamp. It had
a yellow shade.
Jou almost wanted to laugh. His father found
a companion in a lamp and thought that it was actually him. Not that his
father was ever sober enough to know otherwise, of course. His father most
likely didn't even know that Jou's name was Katsuya. It was so much easier
to call him the name that they shared in common, the only thing they
shared in common.
Katsuya left. He couldn't stand it
anymore.
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Seto found Jou's note on the floor of his own
room. Evidentially Jou had used his canine sense of smell to find
it. It took the work of a minute to figure out that the messy pencil marks
went something along the lines of, 'Was bored, went walking.'
However, it was now raining outside.
And rain in March is cold.
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Seto had walked out of the house without an
umbrella. He didn't regret his, but he did acknowledge that the rain was
chilly. He just pulled his blue duster closer to himself.
He had called everyone that might have seen the
golden collarless puppy. That'd been just fun, explaining to
Yuugi and co. that Jou was now a dog and that he was not
making fun of him.
He just hoped that Jou hadn't been taken to the
pound.
Now he was just searching the streets in an attempt
to find him.
He stopped at the gates of the park. He
shrugged mentally and entered.
After a half hour of walking, he could hardly see,
but continued anyway. He could see a figure sitting on a bench.
When he got closer however, he recognized the mop
of blond hair. He stopped right in front of the slouching form in
disbelief.
It was Jou, looking as he had right before Seto had
pushed him into the spring. Hands jammed into the kangaroo pouch of the
green Red Eyes hoodie, wet blond hair flat on his head. His jeans were
faded and severely worn at the knees. His tennis shoes were now gray and
cracked, the soles independent and flapping.
Seto let the thought that Jou looked peaceful like
that, asleep and not running his mouth.
He flipped back a bit of Jou's bangs before lifting
him up in his arms, almost tripping at how heavy Jou actually was. Not
heavy in a bad way. Just heavier than his too-thin dog
form.
Seto took him home.
Heh. He couldn't say 'the puppy followed me
home' now.
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Well, that was fun.
--Glue
