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Jou tossed and turned on his bed, changing his position for the twelfth time that minute. Finally giving up on sleep, he sat up and untangled the sheets from his bare legs. He glared over at the phone on his nightstand, which had refused to ring all day, and growled under his breath. If Seto wasn't going to make any effort to contact him, then he wouldn't make any effort as well. He has said he wanted some time to think after all.

It bothered him though, how Seto could be so intimate with him one night, and them treat him like a stranger the next morning. Jou sighed and kicked at a random piece of clothing on his floor, wondering why he couldn't fall for a cute girl like most guys his age. No, he just had to go for Mr. tall dark and emotionally disturbed.

But then again, women were crazy. His experiences with the PMS syndrome had taught him that. You did not want to mess with Anzu around that time of the month. Jou chuckled to himself as he realized how similar the symptoms were to how Seto seemed to act everyday. Moody, cranky, emotional mess...

Perhaps there was such a thing as male PMS?

"Jounouchi?" There was a light wrapping at his door, breaking the blonde out of his odd musings "Are you ever gunna come out of there? It's been all day." No response. "Come out and have some dinner, will ya?" The older man sighed before walking back into the living room area.

Jou was about to ignore his father pleas and flop back down on the security of his bed, where he could wallow in his own self pity all night. His stomach seemed to have other ideas, if the strange noises admitting from his gut were any indication.

Pulling on a pair of pants, Jou stepped out of his confines and into the living room, taking a seat next to his dad on the couch.

"Hot pocket?" The man offered, holding out a steaming object that looked somewhat like a dumpling, only more square. Jou smiled and excepted the gift. It was chicken and broccoli flavor.

"So..." The man looked at his son awkwardly, unsure what to say. "Do you have something you want to talk about?"

"Oh...it's nothing." Jou took another bite of his hotpocket, not making eye contact with his father. "I just feel kinda sick."

"Aw, come on! How stupid do you think I am?"

"Do you really want me to answer that question?"

Jou's father laughed and ruffled his son's hair. "See? That's the little smartass I know and love! Now tell me what's up? You're acting strange."

Jou gave him a long hard look, before sighing and dropping his head. "It's Seto. I think he's pissed off at me."

"What's his problem?"

"How should I know, he won't talk to me!"

The older man sighed. "Great, not only does my son decide to be gay, but he has to go for the biggest asshole in town..."

"Dad! First of all, being gay is not a choice! And..."

"Oh that's right...I'm sorry. How bout' we buy you a pretty rainbow flag, that you can wave around town to show your pride." He said mockingly, making little flag waving motions to prove his point.

"We have breaking news today, recorded at the Kaiba mansion earlier this morning. I'll bring you to Hideki Lei, who was there to record the footage." A voice on the television spoke.

"Dad, you are such an asshole." Jou sighed in an exasperated tone before turning back to the television screen. Finding himself staring into those oh so familiar and challenging blue eyes.

"Hey, turn that up dad!" Jou shouted.

"Your boyfriend is on the news?" They both turned their attention to the screen. Seto was standing in front of his estate, surrounded by a slew of reporters, buzzing all around him and snapping pictures. Everyone quieted as he began to speak.

"I know what you all want to hear." He began in a simple tone, looking at the camera evenly. "That I'm having a steamy secret love affair, I'm sure you would all be quite shocked, I know the press would love it." He sneered down at the crowd. "I'm so sorry to disappoint you, but there is no such thing going on."

"But Mr. Kaiba, what about the reports of you and Jounouchi Katsuya? What about the photo?" One woman asked, shoving a microphone forward.

Seto paused for a moment, knowing the question was coming, but still not prepared to hear it. Regaining his composure he looked the media in the eye, seeing the eagar look on there faces.

"He means nothing to me. The relationship was over before it even started." He replied calmly.

"That bastard!!" Jou shot up from his position on the couch, hurling his dinner at the television, with an audible 'splat' sound.

"Hey don't waste food like that Jou! Jou?" The older man turned to where his son was, only to see an empty space, and the front door was left wide open. "Ah well..." He shrugged before rushing over to the blonde's discarded dinner.

"Five second rule!" He exclaimed as he picked the hotpocket up off the floor, before settling back down on the couch and cracking open a bud-light.

It has started to rain. He hadn't even noticed it while he was inside, but it was made painfully obvious now that it was beating down on his exposed skin. One of those harsh and quick summer storms, with plenty of humidity and heat lightning.

It was dark, fog blurred out the entire city, making it almost impossible to see street signs or any sort of indicators as to where his location was. It didn't matter, Jou knew exactly where he was going.

Jou stilled and almost slid on the wet ground as a car whizzed past him, honking his horn. He has almost ran out in front of it.

He shook his head, sending water droplets everywhere. His hair was horribly wet and windswept, jutting out in places and sticking to his face and neck. His thin white shirt clung to his body and chilled his skin.

Whipping his hair back and out of his face, he continued on his way, not even stopping to catch his breath. It wasn't long before the Kaiba Estate came into view. Shrouded in fog and looming over the other buildings in an intimidating fasion.

Jou's finger pressed hard against the buzzer, his other arm came down to rest on the door frame, supporting his tired body as he fought to catch his breath.

The owner of the house opened the door to find his crouching form, soft brown eyes looking up at him behind tousled blonde hair.

"Jounouchi....you're soaked."

"No shit." Jou said before stepping inside. Seto had dissapared and he was left standing in the middle of the hall, squinting his eyes up at the light fixture above his head.

"Here." Jou felt something warm cover his back. He looked up and behind his shoulder to see Seto standing behind him, wrapping him up in a oversized towel.

Jou just blinked up at him, a lost expression on his face. He wanted so badly to rip the towel of his shoulderss and scream at him, just like he used to all the time. But it was so hard to fight off the urge to just bury himself in that warm embrace, wrapped up in the security that Seto offered.

He was about to do just that as Seto wrapped his arms around Jou's waist and nuzzled at his neck. Just snuggle up to his master and make everything all better, just like an obedient little puppy.

Then he remembered what he had seen on the news not thirty minutes ago, and all hell broke loose.

Satanic Mechanic: Yeah, yeah, I know. The cliche rainy night scene. Sorry I couldn't help myself! Anyway, stay tuned for the 11th and final chapter, coming to a computer near you soon!