JN: ^_^!! Lookie!! ^_^!! I'm writing a Yugioh one shot!! ^_^!!

YJN: -_-' Baka. Why don't you finish your Lord of the Rings fic first?

JN: 'Cause, I was listenin' to my Pink Cd, "Can't Take Me Home" and this song gave just went with a Seto perspective on the relationship between Jou and Seto! ^_^!

YJN: -_-' Baka.

JN: :P Oh Seto!!

Seto: What?

JN: Disclaimer, please! ^_^

Seto: ::rolls eyes:: Hi Sukoshi Jigoku Neko doesn't own Yu-gi-oh, nor does she own the song by Pink titled "Love is Such a Crazy Thing". If you sue her, then you will prove illiterate and incompetent because I just denounced her ownership of everything but the plot of this story, which is too fool-hearty for anyone else to have come up with anyway.

JN: ::sobs:: You're so mean!! ::cries hysterically::

YJN: You understood half of what he said?

JN: ;_; ::sobs:: No, but his tone made it seem like an insult! WAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!

YJN: -_-' Just start typing. It'll make you feel better.

JN: ::sniffs:: Okay Yami…

Love is Such a Crazy Thing

Seto was sitting in his room at his desk, looking down at the note he had just scribbled down in his rush to convey his emotions. He did this often, only to burn the notes later. Even he would have laughed at the concept of actually giving them to their subject, who was always the same. Switching on the radio to try and purge his thoughts of golden, honey colored eyes, a piano solo sounded. But the words. Those are what made him think even more about the blonde who had captured his affections so unintentionally.

I never thought I'd find someone
But you came along and made me see
That you were the only one for me
Boy, I love you constantly

Then, instead of stopping, he picked up his blue ballpoint pen, and started to write again. This time, slower, more composed. He let the words of this song flow gently over him, unlocking his poetic side, and helping to calm his thoughts and write about and to one thing; a blonde boy with the most captivating golden eyes that were ever fashioned by a deity.

You are my love, my only love
Baby my heart belongs to you
Be with me, don't play with me
If you want love just let me know

Setting his pen down twenty seven minutes later, Seto looked at what he had written. Half a page. Half a page, with a short poem in the middle. He probably hadn't worked so hard on writing something in his life. Skimming over it again, he came to a resolve. Signing only one initial at the bottom, he folded it and put it in his pocket. This was the one note that was going to make him or break him; This was the one note that he would deliver.

Love...love is such a crazy thing
Never understood the way I was supposed to feel
Is this love for real
Oh love, love is such a crazy thing
Never understood the way I was supposed to feel
Is this love for real (love for real)

That night, Seto's dreams were filled with a golden angel, and a gentle smile that melted him completely. He no longer had nightmares about what Gozaburu used to do to him; all his thoughts were occupied by his perfect little blonde angel. His puppy.


I dreamed of someone like you before
But I never thought I'd get the chance
To romance someone as sweet as you
I hope you feel the same as I do

At school the next day, Seto easily slipped the note into Jounouchi's locker, in between the metal grates. Turning swiftly, he all but jogged to he classroom, sitting in his customary seat in the back left-hand corner of the room, pulling a random book from his brief case and skimming it to calm his nerves. Of course, it had to be his bio textbook. [1]

You are my love, my only love
Baby my heart belongs to you
Be with me, don't play with me
If you want love just let me know

Jou was just hopping out of his window and limping down the street while Seto was slipping him a "love letter". He made it as quick as he could to the school, and bee-lined for the boy's faculty bathroom. Teachers be damned, he needed to lock the door and be sure no one walked in. Looking in the mirror, he winced at the sight. His dad was getting careless. There was a bruise spreading up above the collar of his white t-shirt, not to mention he was sporting a black eye. Sighing, he proceeded to perform the trick that he had learned years ago, and if anyone ever found out he did it, he would be shamed to death.

Slipping the compact out of his book bag, he carefully applied the flesh-colored makeup to his face, making sure to cover the entire bruise and not let anything show. He was running out; he had swiped this from Anzu when she wasn't paying attention. The moron wore too much make-up as it was; she could cut down a little. Instead, he zipped up his green jacket, satisfied when he was covered a little higher than the base of his neck, effectively hiding the nasty looking bruise from view. Realizing what time it was, he unlocked the door, checked to see if anyone saw him, and when the coast was clear, he bolted for his locker, praying that he wouldn't be late again.

Reaching the metal door on the wall that was currently under his rental, he spun the dial, breaking the world record for unlocking a locker, and unpacked his stuff hastily. Grabbing his math stuff and a pencil, he almost shut his locker when he noticed that there was a folded piece of pale blue stationary tucked neatly between the grates in his locker. Slipping it out carefully, he was about to open it when the bell rang. Cursing mentally, he slipped the paper into his jacket pocket before bolting into homeroom/math [2].

Love, love is such a crazy thing (crazy feeling)
Never understood the way I was supposed to feel
Is this love for real (boy you are my love)
Love, love is such a crazy thing (love is such a crazy thing)
Never understood the way I was supposed to feel
Is this love for real (oh my love)

Seto looked up from his book as the door opened and slammed, and a flustered looking blonde leaned on the door, panting. Just like a puppy who's just run a mile, Seto thought with a half smile as he watched the fair-haired bishounen sheepishly made his way to the back of the classroom, sitting down in his seat next to Kaiba, in alphabetical order. Seto watched as the blonde got detention again after school, and then took out some scratch paper and a pencil, so he could pretend, like always, that he was paying attention to what the sensei was saying. Then, his heart leapt into his throat, because as soon as the sensei turned to the blackboard, Jounouchi took out of his pocket a neatly folded piece of paper that was pale blue in color, and sealed with a silver and navy ying-yang that held a dragon in the center instead of the line. It was his signature mark.


You are my love, my only love
Baby my heart belongs to you
Be with me, don't play with me
If you want love just let me know

Opening the piece of stationary carefully as soon as the sensei turned around, Jou read it slowly in the bright fluorescent light of the classroom. Honey colored eyes widening, he read it again, and again, and again, and again, and he would have read it again, but the sensei chose that moment to scream at him,

"Mr. Jounouchi! [3] What are you doing!?" He looked up, startled, and then cursed mentally. This bitchy teacher took notes when she found them being passed and read them out loud to the class. And, she was approaching his desk awfully quickly.

Thinking fast, he put the note under his desk and folded it up, slipping it in his pocket just as the teacher got to his desk, and then looked up at the green eyed sensei innocently. Then, knowing exactly how to get out of this, he twisted in his seat slightly, to look as if he were concealing something, when really, he was putting into her line of vision, a grayish cord that connected to something in his book bag. Seeing this, it was soon discovered that Jou had his prized Cd player in school, which was taken from him. Shrugging it off, as soon as the sensei went back to the lesson, he took out the letter again, this time hiding it under his notebook and writing some half done equations here and there, to make it look as if he were working. Then, he read the pale colored note, and he wanted to cry. The object of his affections, the one he had been ardent about ever sense he had met him a year ago, returned his feelings. He wanted to laugh, he wanted to cry, he wanted to throw his arms around Seto's neck and never let go. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything of the sort, because they were in school. Reading the note once more, he folded it and put it back in his pocket, blinking away the mist that clouded the room. Looking over at Seto, he noticed that the CEO was watching the lesson intently, not affording anything but the teacher his attention. His gaze didn't even flicker to Jou…


Love, love is such a crazy thing (it's too crazy for me)
Never understood the way I was supposed to feel
Is the love, is it real, is it real
Love, love is such a crazy thing (love is such a crazy thing)
Never understood the way I was supposed to feel
Is this love for real, love for real

Seto was about to die from anxiety. He was sure the puppy had really been disgusted with him, because he had sacrificed his prized cd player - only second to his duel monsters deck and his sister - so that no one would hear what his note said; so that no one would find out about it. He had never run from anything in the world, but he ran now. Walking swiftly, he made his way to the courtyard for the corner that he usually ate lunch under, avoiding as many people as possible. Unfortunately, fate seemed to like to kick people when they're down and rub mud in their faces, because as he approached "his" small oak tree, he saw a flash of blonde hair, and a green clad arm sticking out from behind the trunk. Turning, he was about to walk in the other direction, when he head someone say quietly,

"Seto?" God, you sure do love to make me sweat, don't you? Seto thought maliciously as he turned around slowly and came face to face with big golden eyes that outshone the sun even on the brightest of days.

"Yes puppy?" He said, trying to put some of his inner resentment into a biting edge on his voice. He failed miserably.

"Seto, did you write this?" came the timid question as a pale blue piece of paper was removed from a green pocket. It looked as if it had been creased and un-creased a million times more than the three times he had folded it initially. The debate was hard. Seto prided himself in his word; he had almost never lied in his life. But, to answer would be certain death, so……what to do?

"Y-yes." came the choked reply. Was that his voice? It had sounded so, small. So, weak. So,…… unsure. And Seto Kaiba hated being unsure of himself. For a second, Katsuya didn't do anything. Set was about to turn and calmly walk away - and lock himself in a room with his laptop for a few hours so he could write all of his sorrow out and delete the file - when Jou took 3 long, quick steps foreword and wrapped his arms around Seto's waist, burying his face in the thick fabric of the black sweater Seto warn, nuzzling into the warm abdomen. This thoroughly shocked Seto so much the he didn't do anything for a second. Then, tentatively, he encircled his arms around Jou, and it felt so……right……like they belonged forever entwined this way. Damn the onlookers, and the press can go to hell. Seto Kaiba was in love with his greatest enemy, and he didn't care who knew about it.

Baby I think of you, I wanna be with you,

I don't understand, is this love for real?

You see I dream of you...every night and day.

I don't understand, is this love for real?

Love's such a crazy thing...

Owari?

JN: Did you like it? The characters were OOC, weren't they? Weren't they? You can be brutally honest with me; I want the truth!

YJN: It sucked.

JN: -_-' Thank you for that wonderful simplified evaluation Yami ::whacks YJN:: *I* could have told you that!

YJN: Ouch. ::rolls eyes:: R&R plz.

JN: And maybe, I'll write another chapter! ^_^ I meant for it to be a one shot, but I suppose it could turn into a longer, maybe, 3 chapter fic or something ^_^! If you want! Tell me, tell me, TELL ME!! ^_~