Title: Kinesics
Author: Glue Project
Rating: Ner...PG with a side of mild swearing
Pairings: Seto/Jou (eventually), hikari/yami (maybe), Mokuba/OC (Hitomi, and might)
Original Characters: (in upcoming chapters) Hitomi, Bewd, Rew, LD, Tasha, Riker, Laptop, and I think that's it.
Spoilers: Err...none, I think.
Disclaimer: I only wish I owned this universe. Then my stepbrother might worship me. ¬¬ So, I don't own Yugioh, Winamp, or Two Mix's 'In Your Eyes'.
Summary: Mokuba is getting tired of his brothers wandering about the house in a lethargic state. He has a plan, and is going to get it to work...Meanwhile, Seto is having odd dreams that seem to represent real life, while Jou is working...as a skate guard!
Archived: Groups-A Dragons Lair, Seto and His Puppy, Sites-Fanfiction.Net and mine. Want? Ask.
Note:
italics
"talking"
'thinking'
---Last Time---
"Oh....well...when can we go?"
Jou paused. "There's a session that starts at seven thirty and goes onto ten thirty, but it has organ music."
Mokuba's eyes lit up. "When?"
"Tonight."
Mokuba grinned. "I just have to tell my brother!" He ran out the door. He walked back in, chagrined.
Jou chuckled. "We'll meet here at six thirty, okay?" He outright laughed at Mokuba's subdued and reddened nod.
Mokuba walked back out of the Game Shop, pulling a cell phone out of his pocket.
"Phase One commenced."
Chapter Two - Midnight Musings
Seto sat in front of the roaring hearth, laptop whispering, keys clicking. The fire gave a red glow to his abnormally pale face, while the laptops screen made two square glares on his glasses. He sighed, then switched the screen from lines of code over to Winamp. He double clicked on the file the read 'In Your Eyes.' The laptop bucked and whirled before it consented to play the requested item. Seto just looked into the fire, thinking.
They had all just gotten out of high school, him and Yuugi's gang. Anzu would be going to an American dance school shortly, had been best suited for it. Yuugi, unsurprisingly, was going to an art school for consumer design so that he could create more puzzles. Ryou was going to an English school to learn more on, what else, but Egyptian archeology. Honda was going who knew where for college. Yami was going to take care of the Game Shop, since Yuugi's grandfather had died a few years back. Bakura was of course going to follow Ryou, since the hikari was the only thing that could keep the former tomb robber in check. Otogi was going to stay in Domino to take care of his own company, same as Seto was. That left only one of the group's future unplanned.
Jounouchi.
He didn't know why that bothered him so much. Maybe his dreams of a little puppy hidding in a corner, beaten and brused, brown eyes pleading for help, had something to do with it.
He ran his hand through his hair, a little more than frustrated.
The most recent dream had been this morning. That had been one of the more coherent ones.
A little golden retriever sat in front of him, tail slowly swishing back and forth. The green collar looked grubby, as did the general state of the pups fur. Seto himself held the leash. The liquid brown eyes had gazed forlornly back at him as the room started to decay, begging, pleading with a startling human quality. Right before the roof collapsed on the golden head, his eyes looked hurt and betrayed, a mournful whine escaping his mouth.
Seto had searched the house for a full hour this morning before he finally woke up enough to realize what he was doing. Mokuba, thankfully, choose to ignore his incoherent babbling about little golden retrivers and falling roofs. He could tell, though, that Mokuba was getting tired of being woken up at three in the morning.
At least the little golden retriver wasn't being beaten in his dreams anymore. Durning that time, someone else dragged the pup around by the grubby green leash. He had put a stop to that one night by snipping the leash in twain and carring the small pup away. However, the pups master came and tried his best to get the pup back before he was taken away.
The next day, Jou had shown up to school with a bruised face, and rumor was it that his father was in jail. That was when he started to believe that his dreams and real life were a bit more intertwined.
Well, what was there for him to do? He couldn't very well help the mutt, he'd be pushed back instantly, no matter his good intentions. He sighed. 'Maybe Mokuba is right. Maybe I can't show the world who I am...'
Mokuba was snoring upstairs from his night of skating, unaware.
Seto instantly recognized the start of one of his dreams. This one was no different. Exit his room, pad down the half a few feet, turn left, open the right hand door. There's pup, tied in the corner.
Contrary to what he normally did, he quickly untied the leash from the wall, and then the pup from the leash. The brown eyes gazed confused back at him. The canine head snapped up to look at the ceiling a moment later as the smooth surface started to crack and split.
Seto shoved him underneath the bed, then dove under himself.
Before he woke, all he could hear were the beams overhead giving way.
Jou rubbed sleep out of his eyes as the phone woke him up. Snagging the reciver up from its base, he croaked into the plastic. "Moshi moshi."
From the other end came Mokuba's snickering voice. "S-sorry Jou...I c-can't go s-skating to-," At this point in time, Mokuba was so overcome with laughter that he couldn't contain it within himself anymore.
Over the giddy laughter, Jou could just barely make out the more than muffled sound of the older Kaiba telling him that he could indeed go, and that he'd be more than happy to see Mokuba gone for a while. It puzzled Jou that he sounded so disgruntled.
Seto's words set off another bout of laughter in the younger sibbling. "T-to bad you c-can't!"
Jou looked over to his clock. It was ten on a Saturday. "Mokuba...what's wrong?" His voice was still groggy.
Mokuba laughed even harder at that. "Come over and see!"
Jou blinked confused at the phone after Mokuba hung up. Was it just him, or had he clearly heard Kaiba yell, 'NO!'?
Jou looked up at the large mansion with a feeling of forboding. He didn't like this one bit. He rang the button at the gate, and was ushered inside a moment later.
Mokuba stood waiting for him in the entrance way, face bright from mirth. He futilely attempted to smother his snickers with his hand as he lead Jou down several hallways and stopped before one in particular. The fifteen year old held his finger to his lips in a sign of quiet, although they themselves betrayed the command.
Mokuba opened the door silently. The room looked as if it had seen better days. The dust was thick in the room, and the wallpaper was faded and peeling.
'Kinda like my apartment,' Jou thought with a shiver.
"Mokuba, seriously, this isn't funny." Seto's voice was muffled, same as it had seemed through the phone. However, he couldn't be seen standing anywhere which meant...
Heh. I'm evil. A little cliffie. And next time, maybe we can all go skating...
Glue. (http:www.geocities.com/glueproject)
Author: Glue Project
Rating: Ner...PG with a side of mild swearing
Pairings: Seto/Jou (eventually), hikari/yami (maybe), Mokuba/OC (Hitomi, and might)
Original Characters: (in upcoming chapters) Hitomi, Bewd, Rew, LD, Tasha, Riker, Laptop, and I think that's it.
Spoilers: Err...none, I think.
Disclaimer: I only wish I owned this universe. Then my stepbrother might worship me. ¬¬ So, I don't own Yugioh, Winamp, or Two Mix's 'In Your Eyes'.
Summary: Mokuba is getting tired of his brothers wandering about the house in a lethargic state. He has a plan, and is going to get it to work...Meanwhile, Seto is having odd dreams that seem to represent real life, while Jou is working...as a skate guard!
Archived: Groups-A Dragons Lair, Seto and His Puppy, Sites-Fanfiction.Net and mine. Want? Ask.
Note:
italics
"talking"
'thinking'
---Last Time---
"Oh....well...when can we go?"
Jou paused. "There's a session that starts at seven thirty and goes onto ten thirty, but it has organ music."
Mokuba's eyes lit up. "When?"
"Tonight."
Mokuba grinned. "I just have to tell my brother!" He ran out the door. He walked back in, chagrined.
Jou chuckled. "We'll meet here at six thirty, okay?" He outright laughed at Mokuba's subdued and reddened nod.
Mokuba walked back out of the Game Shop, pulling a cell phone out of his pocket.
"Phase One commenced."
Chapter Two - Midnight Musings
Seto sat in front of the roaring hearth, laptop whispering, keys clicking. The fire gave a red glow to his abnormally pale face, while the laptops screen made two square glares on his glasses. He sighed, then switched the screen from lines of code over to Winamp. He double clicked on the file the read 'In Your Eyes.' The laptop bucked and whirled before it consented to play the requested item. Seto just looked into the fire, thinking.
They had all just gotten out of high school, him and Yuugi's gang. Anzu would be going to an American dance school shortly, had been best suited for it. Yuugi, unsurprisingly, was going to an art school for consumer design so that he could create more puzzles. Ryou was going to an English school to learn more on, what else, but Egyptian archeology. Honda was going who knew where for college. Yami was going to take care of the Game Shop, since Yuugi's grandfather had died a few years back. Bakura was of course going to follow Ryou, since the hikari was the only thing that could keep the former tomb robber in check. Otogi was going to stay in Domino to take care of his own company, same as Seto was. That left only one of the group's future unplanned.
Jounouchi.
He didn't know why that bothered him so much. Maybe his dreams of a little puppy hidding in a corner, beaten and brused, brown eyes pleading for help, had something to do with it.
He ran his hand through his hair, a little more than frustrated.
The most recent dream had been this morning. That had been one of the more coherent ones.
A little golden retriever sat in front of him, tail slowly swishing back and forth. The green collar looked grubby, as did the general state of the pups fur. Seto himself held the leash. The liquid brown eyes had gazed forlornly back at him as the room started to decay, begging, pleading with a startling human quality. Right before the roof collapsed on the golden head, his eyes looked hurt and betrayed, a mournful whine escaping his mouth.
Seto had searched the house for a full hour this morning before he finally woke up enough to realize what he was doing. Mokuba, thankfully, choose to ignore his incoherent babbling about little golden retrivers and falling roofs. He could tell, though, that Mokuba was getting tired of being woken up at three in the morning.
At least the little golden retriver wasn't being beaten in his dreams anymore. Durning that time, someone else dragged the pup around by the grubby green leash. He had put a stop to that one night by snipping the leash in twain and carring the small pup away. However, the pups master came and tried his best to get the pup back before he was taken away.
The next day, Jou had shown up to school with a bruised face, and rumor was it that his father was in jail. That was when he started to believe that his dreams and real life were a bit more intertwined.
Well, what was there for him to do? He couldn't very well help the mutt, he'd be pushed back instantly, no matter his good intentions. He sighed. 'Maybe Mokuba is right. Maybe I can't show the world who I am...'
Mokuba was snoring upstairs from his night of skating, unaware.
Seto instantly recognized the start of one of his dreams. This one was no different. Exit his room, pad down the half a few feet, turn left, open the right hand door. There's pup, tied in the corner.
Contrary to what he normally did, he quickly untied the leash from the wall, and then the pup from the leash. The brown eyes gazed confused back at him. The canine head snapped up to look at the ceiling a moment later as the smooth surface started to crack and split.
Seto shoved him underneath the bed, then dove under himself.
Before he woke, all he could hear were the beams overhead giving way.
Jou rubbed sleep out of his eyes as the phone woke him up. Snagging the reciver up from its base, he croaked into the plastic. "Moshi moshi."
From the other end came Mokuba's snickering voice. "S-sorry Jou...I c-can't go s-skating to-," At this point in time, Mokuba was so overcome with laughter that he couldn't contain it within himself anymore.
Over the giddy laughter, Jou could just barely make out the more than muffled sound of the older Kaiba telling him that he could indeed go, and that he'd be more than happy to see Mokuba gone for a while. It puzzled Jou that he sounded so disgruntled.
Seto's words set off another bout of laughter in the younger sibbling. "T-to bad you c-can't!"
Jou looked over to his clock. It was ten on a Saturday. "Mokuba...what's wrong?" His voice was still groggy.
Mokuba laughed even harder at that. "Come over and see!"
Jou blinked confused at the phone after Mokuba hung up. Was it just him, or had he clearly heard Kaiba yell, 'NO!'?
Jou looked up at the large mansion with a feeling of forboding. He didn't like this one bit. He rang the button at the gate, and was ushered inside a moment later.
Mokuba stood waiting for him in the entrance way, face bright from mirth. He futilely attempted to smother his snickers with his hand as he lead Jou down several hallways and stopped before one in particular. The fifteen year old held his finger to his lips in a sign of quiet, although they themselves betrayed the command.
Mokuba opened the door silently. The room looked as if it had seen better days. The dust was thick in the room, and the wallpaper was faded and peeling.
'Kinda like my apartment,' Jou thought with a shiver.
"Mokuba, seriously, this isn't funny." Seto's voice was muffled, same as it had seemed through the phone. However, he couldn't be seen standing anywhere which meant...
Heh. I'm evil. A little cliffie. And next time, maybe we can all go skating...
Glue. (http:www.geocities.com/glueproject)