Warning: There is an excess of stupidity in this chapter. Please, please
do not kill the writer no matter how much you have the urge to do so!
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Chapter 9
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Another Thursday, another day in room 113.
Well, actually no. You see, Joey and Seto were kind of tired of being in the classroom so...No, let me amend that; Joey got tried of being in a classroom so he suggested that they sit outside in the schoolyard. Normally Seto would not want to go outside for it would be harder to work on his laptop, but what do you know? Seto didn't have his laptop with him.
So there they were, sitting in the shade of an Oak tree. Joey was trying to do some reading, asking Seto about the words every once in a while.
"Friv- what?" Joey asked, showing Seto the word. It was kind of useful having his own personal dictionary.
Seto on the other hand had a few files of work out and his notebook out and was pretending to do some work. In actuality he was drawing in his notebook. It is still up for argument whether or not what he was drawing was a dragon flying over a rainbow.
"Frivolous," Joey opened his mouth to ask something but Seto interjected. "It means not serious."
See what I mean about having a personal dictionary? Very useful if you ask me. Joey would agree. With Seto's help he had been able to get through three chapters of the book they were reading in class, and he had understood it also. True, they were short chapters but that's not the point.
"What you doing?" Joey shut his book and looked over Seto's shoulder. Seto moved the notebook away as not to let Joey see it but it didn't work.
"Was that a rainbow?" He asked staring at Seto oddly. Seto didn't seem like the type of person who'd draw rainbows. Hell, he didn't seem like the kind of person who'd even draw, which might explain why the art teacher extremely dislikes him. Either that or the fact that he had left footprints on the pastel drawings when he rushed out of the classroom to answer his cell phone in the beginning of term might have something to do with it.
"I was bored." Seto defended himself, shutting his notebook.
"I could tell," Joey said nodding; he understood how desperate people could get whilst bored. Of course he knew all about boredom. Like the other day when he was bored in Science, he had tried to spit a spitball at Tristan and missed, hitting the teacher instead. It had not ended well...
"So," Joey leaned back against the tree next to Seto.
"Aren't you going to read any more?" Seto asked, looking through his files trying to pretend to work again, hoping he'd be more convincing this time.
"I've read three chapters," Joey said, proud of himself though trying not to show how much.
"Only three?" Seto asked.
"Hey, three chapters is a lot!" Joey exclaimed, scowling. "But knowing you, you've probably read the whole book already!"
"Actually I have." Seto said, either oblivious or ignoring how much he was annoying Joey. Most likely the latter.
"I hate you." Joey growled, whacking Seto in the shoulder playfully.
"Don't worry - the feelings mutual." Seto said not even taking his eyes off his work. He seemed to take a very sudden interest in the amount of stock he had had in the past ten years.
"Really? You seemed to have fun at the mall with me the other day."
"Yeah, well, what can I say? Just the thought of you wearing that collar I find amusing." Seto smirked, knowing very well how much he was probably annoying Joey now. "When were you going to wear it?"
"You still have to wear the A.F.I. shirt!" Joey tried to find a comeback, but alas, failed badly. Seto laughed.
"It's just a T-shirt." Joey knew there was something he had been forgetting when he agreed to wear the collar. It's just like Seto to remind him AFTER he had made the deal.
"How'd you like their CD?" Joey changed the subject.
"It was good." Joey was about to object that their CD was more than just good but then he realized that 'good' was probably a pretty high compliment coming from Seto.
"Yeah."
"Their songs aren't exactly happy though, are they?" Joey shrugged, and then he grinned.
"Would you rather their songs be about rainbows?" It was Joey's turn to smirk. Seto hit Joey on the head with one of his files.
"I told you, I was bored!"
"That's what you say. Perhaps it's really a message that deep down you really wish you were just a little kid again. A wish that you could frolic in fields and make dandelion necklaces..." Joey exclaimed in a singsong voice, unable to control his laughter.
"That...is just stupid." Seto said dryly, unable to see how Joey found that so amusing.
"It could be true." Seto glared at Joey. "Well, except the part about the frolicking and the dandelion necklaces. I could never picture you doing that..."
Seto mumbled something.
"What, I didn't catch that." Joey said.
"I...I never did anything like that when I was a kid. I was still as..." He turned to Joey. "Cold-hearted as you would say." Joey blinked, wondering how Seto knew that he had referred to him as that.
"Everyone says that." Seto answered Joey's thoughts.
"I never really was able to make friends, and then I had a company to run...I had to be strong. I had to be cold...which is why I don't have any friends now." Seto looked down at the papers in his hands. He used to believe he wanted it to be like this, to have no friends, no one close to him – well, other than Mokuba. But now...he wasn't so sure.
Joey didn't really know what to say. He wasn't really good at comforting people, or helping for that matter. But he tried.
"I'm your friend..." Joey said softly, unsure whether it was true or not but it seemed to make Seto happier. But then maybe Seto was happier because he had just checked his watch, seeing that it was time for them to go. Joey didn't know because Seto didn't say anything more on the subject.
They stood up, picking up their things. They were about to leave when Joey said something.
"Would you like to go to the Arcade Saturday?" Seto opened his mouth, probably to say that he had to work but Joey wasn't finished. "I could wear the collar then. You could wear your shirt."
No matter how embarrassing and how much it hurt his reputation, Joey never backed away from a deal. Even though he really, really wanted to back out he wasn't going to. Joey always kept his word. Seto raised his eyebrows, staring at Joey, surprised that he was actually going to go along with this.
"Okay." He was not going to say no to that. I mean, who would?
No one ever backs away from a chance to tease their friends – and Seto Kaiba was not one of them.
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End of chapter 9
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Last update for a while, most likely.
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Thanks for reading.
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Chapter 9
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Another Thursday, another day in room 113.
Well, actually no. You see, Joey and Seto were kind of tired of being in the classroom so...No, let me amend that; Joey got tried of being in a classroom so he suggested that they sit outside in the schoolyard. Normally Seto would not want to go outside for it would be harder to work on his laptop, but what do you know? Seto didn't have his laptop with him.
So there they were, sitting in the shade of an Oak tree. Joey was trying to do some reading, asking Seto about the words every once in a while.
"Friv- what?" Joey asked, showing Seto the word. It was kind of useful having his own personal dictionary.
Seto on the other hand had a few files of work out and his notebook out and was pretending to do some work. In actuality he was drawing in his notebook. It is still up for argument whether or not what he was drawing was a dragon flying over a rainbow.
"Frivolous," Joey opened his mouth to ask something but Seto interjected. "It means not serious."
See what I mean about having a personal dictionary? Very useful if you ask me. Joey would agree. With Seto's help he had been able to get through three chapters of the book they were reading in class, and he had understood it also. True, they were short chapters but that's not the point.
"What you doing?" Joey shut his book and looked over Seto's shoulder. Seto moved the notebook away as not to let Joey see it but it didn't work.
"Was that a rainbow?" He asked staring at Seto oddly. Seto didn't seem like the type of person who'd draw rainbows. Hell, he didn't seem like the kind of person who'd even draw, which might explain why the art teacher extremely dislikes him. Either that or the fact that he had left footprints on the pastel drawings when he rushed out of the classroom to answer his cell phone in the beginning of term might have something to do with it.
"I was bored." Seto defended himself, shutting his notebook.
"I could tell," Joey said nodding; he understood how desperate people could get whilst bored. Of course he knew all about boredom. Like the other day when he was bored in Science, he had tried to spit a spitball at Tristan and missed, hitting the teacher instead. It had not ended well...
"So," Joey leaned back against the tree next to Seto.
"Aren't you going to read any more?" Seto asked, looking through his files trying to pretend to work again, hoping he'd be more convincing this time.
"I've read three chapters," Joey said, proud of himself though trying not to show how much.
"Only three?" Seto asked.
"Hey, three chapters is a lot!" Joey exclaimed, scowling. "But knowing you, you've probably read the whole book already!"
"Actually I have." Seto said, either oblivious or ignoring how much he was annoying Joey. Most likely the latter.
"I hate you." Joey growled, whacking Seto in the shoulder playfully.
"Don't worry - the feelings mutual." Seto said not even taking his eyes off his work. He seemed to take a very sudden interest in the amount of stock he had had in the past ten years.
"Really? You seemed to have fun at the mall with me the other day."
"Yeah, well, what can I say? Just the thought of you wearing that collar I find amusing." Seto smirked, knowing very well how much he was probably annoying Joey now. "When were you going to wear it?"
"You still have to wear the A.F.I. shirt!" Joey tried to find a comeback, but alas, failed badly. Seto laughed.
"It's just a T-shirt." Joey knew there was something he had been forgetting when he agreed to wear the collar. It's just like Seto to remind him AFTER he had made the deal.
"How'd you like their CD?" Joey changed the subject.
"It was good." Joey was about to object that their CD was more than just good but then he realized that 'good' was probably a pretty high compliment coming from Seto.
"Yeah."
"Their songs aren't exactly happy though, are they?" Joey shrugged, and then he grinned.
"Would you rather their songs be about rainbows?" It was Joey's turn to smirk. Seto hit Joey on the head with one of his files.
"I told you, I was bored!"
"That's what you say. Perhaps it's really a message that deep down you really wish you were just a little kid again. A wish that you could frolic in fields and make dandelion necklaces..." Joey exclaimed in a singsong voice, unable to control his laughter.
"That...is just stupid." Seto said dryly, unable to see how Joey found that so amusing.
"It could be true." Seto glared at Joey. "Well, except the part about the frolicking and the dandelion necklaces. I could never picture you doing that..."
Seto mumbled something.
"What, I didn't catch that." Joey said.
"I...I never did anything like that when I was a kid. I was still as..." He turned to Joey. "Cold-hearted as you would say." Joey blinked, wondering how Seto knew that he had referred to him as that.
"Everyone says that." Seto answered Joey's thoughts.
"I never really was able to make friends, and then I had a company to run...I had to be strong. I had to be cold...which is why I don't have any friends now." Seto looked down at the papers in his hands. He used to believe he wanted it to be like this, to have no friends, no one close to him – well, other than Mokuba. But now...he wasn't so sure.
Joey didn't really know what to say. He wasn't really good at comforting people, or helping for that matter. But he tried.
"I'm your friend..." Joey said softly, unsure whether it was true or not but it seemed to make Seto happier. But then maybe Seto was happier because he had just checked his watch, seeing that it was time for them to go. Joey didn't know because Seto didn't say anything more on the subject.
They stood up, picking up their things. They were about to leave when Joey said something.
"Would you like to go to the Arcade Saturday?" Seto opened his mouth, probably to say that he had to work but Joey wasn't finished. "I could wear the collar then. You could wear your shirt."
No matter how embarrassing and how much it hurt his reputation, Joey never backed away from a deal. Even though he really, really wanted to back out he wasn't going to. Joey always kept his word. Seto raised his eyebrows, staring at Joey, surprised that he was actually going to go along with this.
"Okay." He was not going to say no to that. I mean, who would?
No one ever backs away from a chance to tease their friends – and Seto Kaiba was not one of them.
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End of chapter 9
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Last update for a while, most likely.
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Thanks for reading.
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