Note: This chapter is insane.
Okaa, Okaa
Grey-Hazel
Chapter Two:
Ungraceful Paranoia
For a brief moment, Jonouchi stood stock still, unsure of what to do. As the realization sunk into his mind, he dashed for the door, but a large hand on his shoulder held him back.
Bakura looked at him grimly as he walked past him and his restrainer. "I run faster." And with that, he was gone from apartment in a streak of white and blue, down two flights of stairs after the fleeing female before what he had said even registered. Jonouchi looked around at his friends and, um, acquaintances with something near desperation.
"We need to go after her! She's my mom- who knows what Bakura will do to her?" He cried, sounding slightly panic-stricken. Seto Kaiba's grip on his shoulder tightened as he attempted to escape, and he looked down at him with stern blue eyes.
"Sit," He commanded, and Jonouchi, befuddled with surprise, dropped down onto his haunches, and then, a moment later, made an indignant noise about being treated like a dog.
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The clang of Bakura's sneakers against the metal grate stairs echoed as he moved at a dangerous speed after the fast approaching golden ponytail that was flopping wildly as Juuko Kawai ran full tilt down a staircase that went for twenty stories, back and forth. Feeling himself beginning to flag, he literally threw himself at the blonde-haired mom.
Flesh collided with flesh, and she rolled down the next few stairs onto the landing with a startled squeak. As she began to rise, he impulsively sat on her and pinned him down. "Kami-sama, woman! Do you ever stop moving?" He panted, hair plastered to his face. A tiny smile quirked up the left side of his mouth, despite the circumstances. "And you said I couldn't keep up with you."
Even as she was so tired as be unable to support her previous terror and panic, she thrashed beneath him jerkily, a deep line formed between her brows with distress, and her eyes squeezed shut. "No, no, no, no, no, no!" She cried, and pressed upwards, trying to push him off of her.
He made a startled noise at the soft bulk suddenly pressed against the hard muscle of his chest, and froze, confused. She hiccuped, and, apparently abandoning escape, buried herself in his shirt like a child. Gingerly, he rocked back and pulled her onto his lap so as to not dislodge her, and gently pried her fingernails from his flesh.
"Um... Hey, you can let go now," He said uncomfortably, a slight blush rising in his cheeks and the form weight in his lap. "You're- you're crushing my legs." In truth, it was not the weight bearing down on his legs that unsettled him, but the reaction between them.
A tiny noise burst from the thirty-some year old, and she lifted and spread her legs slightly, blushing and staring at his lap. Going scarlet-faced, Bakura suddenly took great interest in the patterns on the ceiling, eyes occasionally twitching down to her and then snapping up again. He looked slightly ashamed and humiliated, but his hands, gripping her knee and side, unconsciously caressed.
He looked at her fearfully as she began to shake, then went wide-eyed as she burst into loud, healthy laughter.
"That," she cackled, "Is one huge cock."
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Kaiba looked at Jonouchi with a smirk as the shorter blonde attempted to pull his wrist from the grip the brunette had on it. His friends stood down, exchanging knowing looks and settling in chairs to watch or invading the kitchen.
"Let go of me, bakayarou!" Jonouchi yelled, red-faced, straining against his hold. "Let me GO!" He squirmed and growled as the taller boy grabbed his other wrist, his growl turning to a yelp as Kaiba pulled him roughly against him.
A smirk playing on his lips, Seto regarded the blonde with a deep, slightly disturbing expression, looking down at his startled face- his lips were parted with surprise, his eyes large and shocked, his hair in disarray.
"Makeinu," Kaiba said, leaning over. "You think I'd actually submit to the baka prophecy-spouters wishes without an ulterior motive?"
With that, he pressed forward and thrust his tongue into the mouth of a very, very startled Jonouchi Katsuya.
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Yami snorted as Kaiba proceeded to molest Jonouchi's mouth, snorting with amusement, and snaking an arm around his hikari's shoulders. He grinned.
"I think Jonouchi-kun is suitably distracted, don't you?" He asked, watching Jonouchi moan and fight furiously for dominance against the CEO.
Yugi smiled. "Yes, I do believe he is."
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Bakura stared at a furiously laughing Juuko with a slightly fascinated expression, watching as she gasped for breath, scarlet-faced.
"W- what?" He sputtered, caught off-kilter by her sudden comment. "Is it?"
Upon viewing his face, she burst into laughter anew, and nodded vigorously. "It's a wonder you don't fall over!" She giggled. "Man, I don't think your girlfriend is going to be able to get up the morning after!" Her giggling returned to cackling as he flushed harder, and she rocked forward with mirth. The motion did no good deed for his current predicament.
"I don't have a girlfriend," He mumbled, shifting so that she wouldn't put so much pressure on his lap. She giggled.
"Well, you will someday," She said, and took a deep breath. Her eyes lingered warily on his millennium ring, but, finding it apparently harmless, she looked him in the eye. "I'm sorry, I just kinda- freaked out. That eye doesn't bring me good memories." She grimaced and shivered. He met her eye to eye and inspected her face.
"How so?"
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