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: Hitomi, (in upcoming chapters) Bewd, Rew, LD, 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. TT; So, I don't own Yugioh, DDR , ect.
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!

For the purpose of this fic, we pretend that KaibaCorp owns DDR.

---Last Time---

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 could be seen standing anywhere which meant...

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Chapter Three -- Wayward Puppy

Jou snickered as he decided to test out his theory. First, he looked in the walk-in closet.

No trench-coated ancient High Priest/CEO in there.

He kicked the wobbly bed post and received a squashed 'ummph' in reply.

Bingo.

Mokuba was laughing hysterically.

An evil grin flew over his face. "Ya know Kaiba, you're supposed to sleep over the mattress, not under."

There was an indistinct grumble that came from underneath the bed, which only made Jou snicker.

"Aww...does the High Priest need help from a wayward puppy?" Jou snickered even more.

"Shut up!"

Jou grinned and leaned against the wall. "Say that to my face."

He received only silence in response.

Slightly...maybe almost...okay, hell, he was a bit alarmed...he got to his knees and looked under the bed.

Seto was smushed underneath the heavy, sagging mattress, and glaring at Jou.

With a sigh, Jou stood back up, and tugged on the heavy mattress, just enough for Seto to wiggle out from under the bed.

Seto then just hmphed and left the room.

Mokuba turned to Jou. "That was his form of 'thank you'.

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Jou picked at the collar of his green-knit uniform tee as he contemplated the mess of frayed and fried wires of the ancient DDR machine. Honestly, there were ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics inside. "Dammit. Today of all days to leave Laptop at home..." he muttered.

Hitomi skated up, also in the uniform green shirt and tan pants. She turned so that she was skating backwards and then went on the gray rubber stops that rested right under her toes, effectively stopping her. She gave a wicked grin. "Need help?"

Jou sighed. "No one else is in the rink, right?"

She closed her green eyes, eyebrows twitching slightly with consentration. She opened them with a smile, throwing one of her two red-black braids over her shoulder. "Nope. So can I?"

He ran his hand tiredly through his messed up blond hair. "Fine. Work your magic."

She used her toestops to move to the side of the DDR machine...and then kicked it with her white boot.

Jou was about to repremand her when the machine whirled to life with a clash of light and sound.

Hitomi skated away to leave Jou the easy task of attaching the skin panels back onto the wire skelaton of the machine. She once again went backwards and toestopped. It was her favorite way of stopping, even if it was hard on the rubber stops, which were relatively expensive at twenty American dollars for two. Not as expensive as her wheels though, which went at eighty to ninety American dollars for a set of eight.

She grinned as she greeted Mokuba at the doorway to the rink. "Hello, again." She dropped the volume of her voice. "How's the plan?"

Mokuba sighed. "I couldn't even get him out of the house. He's still a little huffy over this morning."

Hitomi winced. "It was Blue's idea. I didn't think that it was possible to go and use the trace of power that was left in him to use against him."

Mokuba blinked, confused, and rightfully at that.

"The dreams. Blue Eyes suggested to use the trace left from the 'gaudy stick of DOOM', as he put it, to control Seth's..." she paused and shook her head to correct herself, "...sorry, Seto's unconsious mind to get him to face facts."

"Who's plan?" Mokuba squeaked.

Hitomi rolled her eyes. "Don't play innocent to the facts of the past. I know you know about the Items. I also know you know that the 'cards' aren't just that." She grinned at his subdued nod. "Don't worry. We'll get those two together yet."

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Yes, short chapter. I know. (sigh) However, I needed something to get out of the place I was in. So, here you go. Something to read. To prove that I can update something not in a contest and that I haven't given up on this and DW. I just hope that the skating terms aren't going to get two confusing. And I got it in before they update everything tomorrow! And...erm.there's no spell check on this computer...

The wheels Hitomi owns actually exist. I have a pair. They are the color of cream soda, and become a rich honey-brown color with age. So soft that when you get a flat spot on the wheel they have to freeze the wheel to grind it rounder. (--that happenes when you don't 't-stop' right. Which is why I use my rubber toestop often. Love it!) I think that they are 'Bones artistic 42d' or something like that. It has red and gold pain on the outside that rubs off as you wear them. I(heart)mywheels

--Glue.