Violets and Emeralds
Wow, I've actually made it to chapter 4?! 00
At this point of time (when I'm typing this), I am about to head up to Austin for an overnight trip. -- To the University of Texas, Austin, campus, really. With my friend and her mother.
And at the point that I am typing this part school has already started again and meh. I'm failing English. The kids in my Sociology class make me feel so intelligent… really, they do. I won 3 out of 3 games of bingo because they didn't know their vocabulary. One who knows that I'm a liberal Democrat was ranting about how no "stupid Democrat" is going to cancel his vote in the election. Sorry, but wasn't he one of the ones cheating off of me in Web Mastering and calling me a genius at least once a week? more than a little ruffled Who's a stupid Democrat, huh? hiss
I have scenes that are planned out. I just have to get to those scenes… must do it, must do it… I really am having a hard time on this fic. Gah… sigh Daijoubu Chibi-chan, the Seigaku regulars are telling you to be happy, so you must!
Chapter 4Midnight Rendezvous
I got my parfait. It was damn good, too. Malik-kun got a pasta and salad (didn't finish them… he doesn't eat!) while, after minutes of convincing from him that he didn't mind, I got this… either French or Italian dish that had meat in it. French, Italian, same difference.
I'm going to get smacked now, aren't I?
But yeah, the food was great. So was the shower after said food. I had really needed one. I mean really, really needed a shower. My hair was all dry and icky.
When Malik-kun went in, I zoned out a bit. My mind had been working at least halfway just about all day. It needs some R&R! However, I did snap out of it to notice that I was staring at the wall that separated me from the bathroom. I don't know if that means anything.
No, no, nothing at all. Just a big, pretty wall. I like pretty walls. They're so… pretty.
I just ate dessert, but I'm still hungry. Maybe it's just a craving. But right now, I am craving something that one of my female friends in my single year of American high school let me try. Deep-fried Oreos. They are Goodness, with a capital 'G.' I want to visit one of these 'state fairs' that she talks about. Maybe they will have more. That's for you, Achika!
Oh man I am out of it.
I wonder what everyone else is doing. I feel a little bad again, but not so much because of how much I'm looking forward to the trip tomorrow.
More guilt…
So… yeah. Look! Malik-kun's out of the shower! Err, out of the bathroom, but that definitely means that he's out of the shower, right?
He walked past me with a towel on his head, rubbing out the water. I heard his feet padding heavily as he walked. He was wearing a long white shirt and tan pants. They looked odd on him. Come now, major fashion no-no!
Oreo, Oreo, Oreo… meow. Looky! I'm neko!
Actually, I would look good in neko ears, wouldn't I? Yeah. I think I would. What do you mean, no? Yes, I would! Watch! "Malik-kun, would I look good in cat ears?"
He started and raised an eyebrow at me. "What, is that some sort of fetish thing?" He smirked, removing the towel and letting me see his rumpled hair. At least he uses conditioner. At least, I assume. Either that, or his hair's good naturally. Maybe it's adapted to this climate, as compared to me, who is used to rather mild and cool climates compared to this. No es justo. More Spanish!
"No, just wanting to know." I shook me head and fell back on my bed, curling up on my side and facing him. Meow. Fear the neko. I can walk with liquid grace, jump over three times my height, and attack unsuspecting victims with lightning speed!
Kami-sama, I'm tired. It's almost 11:00 PM. I like my sleep and need a lot of coffee to finish a term paper.
I pulled out the sheets that the maid had remade and tucked myself under them. "Bed already?" Malik-kun asked. I let off some animal-like noise and buried my head. I'll probably kick all the sheets off and be in an ungraceful and undignified heap by tomorrow morning.
Malik-kun's really modest, did you know that? He is an introvert. I am an extrovert who is lying under these blankets, shirtless and in short shorts. He acted embarrassed for me when I first walked out of the bathroom. I don't know, maybe it's because people in his country were raised to be modest. Now compare that to me and you have polar opposites. Hell, I would streak if someone gave me a good enough incentive.
He's probably looking for long-term relationships. He seems like that kind of person. Unfortunately, I can't promise that. Why hasn't he thought of that? We're gaining this bond and it will weaken by distance and snap due to the unrelenting pressure of time. Romantically speaking, I act like the type who would use one night stands to my advantage and have flings while he seems more like the type to hold on to a relationship of any type, let alone something so profound as love. But despite how I act, I want a sort of lasting relationship, no matter what sort, no matter whom, and I hope that's not making me desperate. I don't think it's out of desperation—I really do want to be his friend and I don't want to hurt him.
What will come out of this?
My heart does hurt now. I feel like I want to tear it out.
"Night." I said out of the blue. It's been a few minutes since I crawled under and the lights have been out for a little while.
"Good night." He answered from the other bed.
Hearing that voice helped. Were I alone tonight, I would toss and turn and no doubt look horrible in the morning. But hearing that voice so close to me made me feel… content. I could listen to that voice for a long time before I would get tired of it. Malik's is the first voice besides my mother's that has made me feel so calm.
I just want to take this moment and lock it away somewhere so I can revisit it again and again like a child who continually opens music box for the sake of the music.
"There are a lot of tourists here." I commented. There were. A lot of American white people, most slightly overweight, were taking pictures, asking questions of tour guides, and wearing stupid hats and clothing that just yelled, "I'm a tourist! Gawk and laugh at my idiocy!"
I myself am wearing white. I am thoroughly convinced that it is not my color, but it feels much more comfortable then yesterday's wardrobe. Malik-kun was only too kind to suggest the clothing. He himself was in a similar garb and, gasp, not showing midriff!
He led me away from the tour groups, which I have the odd feeling that we were not supposed to do, but you know what, he lived here for sixteen years, damn it. I think it would be highly entertaining if he started yelling at all of them to get the hell of his property. We'd get arrested, but it would be damn hilarious.
"A lot of people think that archeologists have already reaped the Valley of the Kings of its tombs, but I assure you that that is incorrect." He was smiling lightly, something I am getting quite used to. He had an intelligent, knowing look in his eyes. I am quite sure that he does know more than the tour guides.
"A lot of the tombs discovered from the late 18th century to the early 20th century were pillaged for their goods, and, even at times far earlier than that, were covered in graffiti—peoples' names, small messages, the like. That's why a lot of the tombs are closed off to the public." He explained this all to me and I caught on to every word. "The general public, of course, does not know about the place where the Sennen Items were held—only select people knew. Yuugi-kun's grandfather, for example."
I nodded. Yuugi-kun's jii-chan, Pegasus, I assume Hawkins, and also Yuugi-tachi. Select few. Maybe a few others that I don't know about, but not many.
I wonder if Malik-kun's ever tried deep-fried Oreos.
Anywho! Wow, it's hot. That camel looks tired. Do camels go moo? A 'moo' is defined as a cow sound or something similar to, or a lowing. Camels are said to 'low,' and so therefore, since 'moo' and 'low' are synonyms, camels go moo.
There is silence, from us, at least. I can hear other stuff going on elsewhere, but we've settled into a sort of silence. Malik-kun was staring off somewhere with a solemn look on his face.
"Malik-kun, are you alright?"
"Hn?" He snapped out of his reverie. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just… remembering things. You know, from way back when." He smiled a little. "I'm alright."
I let the subject drop. I really wished I could know everything that was going on with him. I wanted to know more about him, his life, and what he thought. He really was an interesting person to me. There's so much I want to ask, but just can't without sounding like I'm coming onto him or something.
Nyaa… headache.
Oh yeah, I need to check my email. I need to email my friend… ah, shit. I've been avoiding my email like the plague because I keep on getting these SPAM letters about porn and enlargements when, I can assure you, I don't need them.
So yeah, now that I've given myself a little manly self-esteem boost… we're still in Egypt. It's still hot and I have sand in my shoes. But I'm in good company, so what is there to complain about?
"Is the heat killing you?" A crispy laugh rose above my thoughts. Looking at Malik-kun, I saw that he was smiling at me. There were no barriers in that smile; it wasn't dissembled one bit. It's hard to find smiles like that anymore because everyone's hiding something from everyone. But he has nothing to hide, really. At least nothing that concerns me.
…
Hi!
"No, I'm okay." I grinned and shrugged. "It is a little hot," hah, a little? That was an obvious lie, "but I can handle it." Hey Camel-san, I feel for you. But at least you have fat or water or whatever the hell it is stored in your hump. I, personally, would hate having a hump like that, and I mean no offense to Quasimodo. That was a great Disney movie. I'm going to get smacked by some pro-book only fan. Goody!
Wow, my thoughts are random today.
Ooh, I see a horse!
Maybe the heat is frying my brain. I don't need help in the brain-damage department, really.
Hey! He never answered me about the cat ears! Neko, neko, neko, neko, neko… Nyaa!
"Why don't we come back at night?" He asked, addressing my obvious discomfort. Hey, I wasn't going to complain! I was perfectly happy. But he's smiling so nicely and expectantly, so why not?
"Fine." I let out a deep breath. "All of you people here must be super-powered or something. An egg would have fried and burnt up eleven minutes and three seconds ago."
He acknowledged my comment with a slight raise of the eyebrow, but didn't verbally comment. "We're just used to the heat." He answered instead. "I found Japan kind of nice, but that was because I lived underground the majority of my life."
Wow, mole people. I'm sorry, but that's where my mind pops.
"Do you want to go back to the convention?" He asked.
I thought about it. "I don't know. What do you want to do?" I seriously wouldn't mind being pampered in the air conditioning. But then that means girls crawling all over me.
I have now realized that I must seem very sexually ambiguous at times.
"We could go back for a little while." Oh, I love you right now. "We can see Yuugi-tachi, if they'll see me." I don't see why not. They should! "Hang around for a while, get some dinner, and then come back out on our own." Just the two of us, you promise? Jounouchi-kun may break something and I imagine that the rest of them have had enough to do with Egypt to last a lifetime… well, meh.
"Sounds good!" I yell, standing straight up in a triumphant pose. No, it wasn't the same one that Jounouchi-kun walked in on.
"We can take my motorcycle out."
Wait. "You have a motorcycle?" Insert a nod from him here. "That's so cool!" Ah crap, I gotta pee. "Okay, now back to town. Bathroom needed!" I just announce it to the world. Hey, if you're gonna live, live openly.
He stifled a laugh and I felt good suddenly. "Yeah, let's go."
"Otogi-kun! Malik-kun!" I heard Yuugi-kun calling from somewhere. We were back in the hotel and I was able to go pee. Bladder milked, all is well.
"Yo!" I waved over my head. Malik-kun just kind of… waved and looked pleasant. I got the odd feeling that he was a little nervous. At least Yuugi-kun greeted him.
"Where have you two been?" Bakura-kun ran up with Yuugi-kun, everyone else kind of trailing. He really did look like he was having a good time. Kaiba-kun, on the other hand, looked as buggered as all hell. That could be because he and Jounouchi-kun were in an argument, but that's just my deduction.
"What?" Malik-kun asked after a few seconds, indicating the two.
"Jounouchi challenged Kaiba-kun to a duel." Yuugi-kun answered.
"And of course Seto said no." Bakura-kun added.
"Yeah, Seto said that Jounouchi-kun was a waste of his time." Mokuba concluded.
"Ah, so, normal events?" I asked calmly, as if asking about the weather. I don't even need to ask about the weather here… sunny and 120 degrees. That's a guess by the way, I'm sure I'm off. It must be hotter. Poor Camel-san…
Yuugi-kun, Bakura-kun, and Mokuba-kun all nodded.
"So, where did you two go?" Yuugi-kun asked again, trying to move the subject and let things smooth out in their own special ways. As long as neither of them ended up with black eyes, the crowd around us would eventually disperse. Maybe. Then again, we are a collection of straight, gay, and sexually ambiguous guys. Something for everyone! I like that word, ambiguous.
"Malik-kun was showing my the pyramids." I answered smartly.
"Is that what they're calling it these days?" Yuugi-kun asked offhandedly.
"What the hell are you trying to imply?" I turned red. I know I did. So did Malik-kun, which is understandable. So did Bakura-kun. I don't know why. I guess some people get embarrassed for others. I don't get that. Ah well! Mokuba-kun was trying to mediate Kaiba-kun and Jounouchi-kun, so he was no longer paying attention. That was probably a good thing.
"Yuugi-kun…" Bakura-kun tried to have a scolding look, but was giggling all the same. Ah yeah, you giggle there. Just wait. I'll play. Kami-sama, I feel devious!
"Ah yes, you've caught us." I sighed mockingly. I walked up to Bakura-kun and slid an arm around his shoulders. "Bakura-kun, I have a problem, if you know what I mean. He just doesn't find it pleasurable enough." I indicated Malik-kun with an apathetic toss of my head. He turned very, very red. Yuugi-kun looked ready to faint. "Give me some tips, please."
"Otogi-kun!" He held his hands to his mouth and widened his eyes.
"Joking, joking!" I started to say, but I felt a presence looming over me. Looking back, I saw Kaiba-kun glaring at me. Oh kami-sama, I'm going to die now. He'll defenestrate me! Yes, he will pick me up and throw me out of a window.
"Hn." He voiced. That's all I needed! Next thing I knew, I was hiding behind Malik-kun, who happened to be the person closest to me who was taller than I was. Now it wouldn't be too advantageous to hide behind Yuugi-kun, how would it? And Jounouchi-kun is my height and would serve as no protection, since Kaiba-kun would just slug him anyway.
"Oh?" Jounouchi-kun blinked. "When did they get here?" He indicated us.
"When you and my brother were arguing." Mokuba-kun answered.
"Inu." Kaiba-kun muttered, protectively moving closer to Bakura-kun's side and taking his hand. There were shounen ai fangirls in the audience—you could see their eyes get all big and shiny. They, of course, had been watching this entire thing and their eyes were already as such because of my display (it's the gaydar, I know it). Now they could go get all hot and bothered writing it down somewhere and letting their minds wander into the gutter.
"Anywho!" I came out from behind of Malik-kun, who was just still confused. "Now what?"
"Well, if you had been here," Yuugi commented pointedly, "you would know that we have a panel schedule for the public in an hour and a half. We were actually headed out to try to find you."
"When did that memo come in?"
"An hour ago."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Oh." I blinked and could see the incredulity on the others' faces. "Well now that we have that down, I want to play DDR!" Strike another pose! "Any takers?" I grinned. "Malik-kun? Bakura-kun?"
"I've never played." Malik-kun made an excuse. Bingo.
"It's not hard." I grabbed his wrist and started running towards the machine. I swear a path magically appeared as a crowd of girls finished up and made way. I could recognize some from our incident a few moments ago. They were smiling. "Okay, Malik-kun, you see the arrows?" I didn't even wait for his reply. "They indicate direction. When the arrow reaches that place," I pointed to the top of the screen, "you step on the corresponding arrow down there." I pointed at our feet. "Since this is your first time, we'll do an easy song."
One minute later I learned that Malik-kun has very little eye-foot coordination. I, of course, looked like a pro. There are DDR machines everywhere in America and I enjoy wowing crowds, thank you very much. Heh, I am awesome. Insert big Otogi-kun-style-grin here! May all the fangirls in the audience swoon over my beauty!
Enough there. Song's over. Strike an ending pose… yes!
There was clapping behind me. It may have been the easiest song on the game (I was playing it in the moderate mode), but still!
"That was difficult." Malik-kun grinned in an embarrassed way.
"No, it was your first time." Yuugi-kun inserted as Malik-kun stepped down. As he got off the platform, Bakura-kun stepped up.
"Want to go against me?" He asked.
"You play?" I asked, blinking.
He shrugged. "A little." He smiled and winked. "Go easy on me."
The song started, and so did our dance.
Bakura-kun is good. The song we picked was an upbeat JPOP song, female singer, of course. The main focal point of the game was the streaming arrows that matched the eighth notes of the song. We were both on moderate mode, for while I may be awesome, I am not good enough for hard mode, as I must admit.
'What, humility from the falcon who refused to admit there was any height he could not soar to?' 1 One of my friends told me that. I know she got it from a book. I think she even told me once, but I don't remember. I vaguely remember the author sharing a name with a car.
We had both worked up a sweat by the time the song ended.
"You're good." I commented.
"So are you." He replied.
We both stepped down to the applause of our female-and-a-few-males entourage. Bakura-kun looked vaguely proud of himself. To me, he doesn't really seem like the type who would want to play DDR. It's one of those games that if you see someone playing it, you have to watch. It places the players into the spotlight, something that I thrive and depend on. I noticed before I left the last time, and every time I met him before that, that Bakura-kun has little self-confidence, which is of course the exact opposite of me. But now he seems like he can actually believe in himself. Is this one of the results of his being around the Kaiba brothers so much, especially Kaiba-kun himself?
Ah well, I'm reading too far into this.
I wish I had a pet cat, you know? I watched this show called Buffy the Vampire Slayer once when I was almost literally tied down and forced to do so. But this lesbian couple on there had a kitten, and I decided from then on that I like cats. I also still want to know if I look good in cat ears. Wait, no, I know I do.
Deep-fried Oreos…
Whee, now that that trip's over, we're going on another one! Everyone is walking off and here I go to watch up! Is it time for the panel yet?
Malik-kun stopped to wait for me. I just find that funny.
The panel was set up as such: somewhere between ten and twenty (I don't feel like counting) game designers/champions were lined up in seats at a long table at the front of the room. I was sitting right next to Kaiba-kun, and Mokuba-kun was on the other side of him. Yuugi-kun and Jounouchi-kun were on the far side where the famous players were. I didn't know any of them.
Kami-sama, I am bored out of my mind.
I'm surprised that Pegasus isn't here. Maybe he decided just to sit all this out. I mean, if you get all these people together, something big usually happens. Someone usually dies or get an appendage ripped off/out.
Violent little word we live in, isn't it? Happy vicious little cycle.
Heh, that friend wanted a vicious peacock. There was supposed to be a back-story there, but I'm not sure what it was. 2
I actually don't like peacocks. They're too flashy and try to stand out like little posers and attract little lady friends. Good luck, bird.
Kami-sama, I do hope that Camel-san is alright out there.
"Otogi-san, your DDM has been released in both North America and Asia—is it true that it is now slated for a European release?"
I nodded. "Yes, it is. Industrial Illusions, the president of which I am sorry to say is not here, is manufacturing the actual game while Kaiba Corp.," I nodded my head towards Kaiba-kun, who just stared for stoically, "is usually their impressive technology to make the arenas used for the game."
"And if I may add something," Mokuba-kun spoke into his microphone, "we at Kaiba Corp. have already begun the production of our international Kaiba Land parks stationed in Europe, where the arenas that my colleague speaks will be condensed. We have also started to build arenas in specific places that have no affiliation with our company."
"Who are you?" One media-person asked.
Kaiba-kun spoke suddenly, turning all heads those few degrees to him. "He is my brother, Kaiba Mokuba. He is in charge of the company whenever I am on business trips, so he is very verse in the situation."
"Isn't he a little young?" The same guy asked. I get the feeling that his body will be found maimed with his liver removed tomorrow morning.
"He is the same age that I was when I took over Kaiba Corp. from my late father and ended all military operations, preferring to work in the game industry." I noticed the violent stress on his voice when he said the word, 'father.' His eyes were almost slit dangerously. Why am I sitting next to him? I'll trade places with Bakura-kun! Just die his hair and tie it up! No one will know the difference!
"And a bold move that was."
Now I predict his body as being found in several pieces in a wall of an apartment three miles away from here with evidence of extreme corporeal torture. I wonder what type of torture method he'll use. The rack? Iron maiden? Whips, leaving all kinkiness usually associated aside? Acid, maybe? That would be interesting. Or maybe emotional torture. Get the guy into a panic to the point where he almost gets a heart attack, and then kill him!
Wow, I am having so much fun…
My wandering eyes found everyone else in the audience. Everyone else was, of course, Malik-kun and Bakura-kun. My mind wanders, doesn't it? At least Malik-kun looks entertained. I felt bad for leaving him with them, but now less so.
Kami-sama, that panel lasted a while. Right after we got out, we were swept up by fans, and then when we got away from the paparazzi, it was dinnertime. When dinner was finished, it was dark. It was also a lot cooler.
The skies are clearer here than in Los Angeles by far. I could actually see the stars and the moon was shining. It gave this romantic notion. I spied Kaiba-kun and Bakura-kun out of the corner of my eye, straying a little off to the side. It kind of sucks that the night's kind of wasted on someone like me. Ah well.
"Are we still up for our ride?" Malik-kun sank back to where I was, leaving Jounouchi-kun, Mokuba-kun, and Yuugi-kun conversing rather loudly.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that. Heh.
"Hey minna, we're going off somewhere, okay?"
"So specific." Jounouchi-kun mumbled, but I had already grabbed Malik-kun's wrist and started running.
We slowed down as we neared his house. Or, I slowed down and he kind of went with my speed. He pulled out a set of keys from his pocket and went around to the back to retrieve the motorcycle.
"So, where are we going?" I asked as he started the engine up. He looked natural, sitting on that bike like that.
"A place that I found a little out there. A small oasis. It's really nice and away from these lights." He waved his hand around. Think these lights are bright? You've never been to good ol' California.
That particular thought process ended when he handed me his helmet. Oh my, this will so mess up my hair.
"So I really need this?" I asked.
"Probably not." He answered. "I'm fairly skilled at driving, but I don't know how neurotic you are about driving with a guy you barely know on a motorcycle at night in the desert."
"Meh." I handed it back to him. "I'm a risk-taker." I grinned as he smiled and tossed the helmet elsewhere.
"Well, get on behind me."
I was a little anxious at first, but then kind of fell into sitting behind him like that. I put my feet in that little place where they're supposed to go and he started off.
"Be sure to hang on to me."
I barely had time to grab onto his waist before he accelerated in a way that most teenagers do—quickly. I imagine I let out a slight yelp because he was laughing. I hardly noticed how tightly I was clinging against his back. The scary thing is, it felt alright.
The place really was close to the Valley of the Kings. We parked the bike on the grass, both of us looking at the small water inlet from the Nile. There were stones on the ground, so I decided to try skipping them. Note, this does not work when it is dark outside—so dark that the only light is from natural objects, like the stars and moon, and the city far away in the distance.
I bet Camel-san's happy now. It is considerably cooler. In fact, it's almost cold. Not to the point where I'm shivering, but chilly enough.
I plopped my ass down and laid back on the grass. Malik-kun came and stood silently over me.
"This is nice." I broke the verbal silence.
"Mm." He nodded, sitting next to me.
"Remembering?"
He answered with only a nod now. He seemed troubled.
"Anything you want to talk about?"
Moments like these always bring out a different side of me. I usually act random and self-centered, I realize, but like this, I don't know. I can still be random, I admit, but it is toned down.
"I'm just remembering when I first came here. It wasn't too long after I killed my father." I didn't realize that I was staring at him until he put on a forced smile. "That's right, I did. My dark self took over and when I woke up, Rishid held me close and my father was dead. He was trying to keep me from seeing it." He shook his head. "He has done a lot for me. Nee-san as well. But I'm afraid that I don't do anything of that magnitude for anyone."
I frowned. "That's a lie." He had a confused look on his face as I sat up and stared him in the eye. "You're given me a friend. I've never really had any close friends, despite myself. Sure, little circles of peers and arms-reach people, but no actual friends." I took in a couple of breaths. "There's something different about you. I can actually relate to you. Hell, just from the very little while I've known you, I know you've helped my sanity."
There was an uneasy silence. Is it just me, or have there been far to many of those as of late?
"Thanks for trying to make me feel better." He laughed slightly. "I don't know what came over me."
"I have a philosophy." I stood. "Forget the past because it's just that: past. Don't focus yourself on the future either, because then the things that are happening around you are obsolete, and when the things that you were planning for become the present, they are suddenly obsolete. Keep yourself at a happy medium—the present. Deal with the here and now." I felt winded after all of that. Had I breathed? Okay, air is good. We like air, yes, we do.
More silence. Ack, I'm going to go crazy, I swear!
"Nice philosophy." He started chuckling before full-out laughing. I couldn't help but start laughing as well. It felt really nice for some reason. I need more moments like this. "It's getting late now, isn't it?" He finished up his laughter and I did all in my power to quell mine as I nodded my head.
It took us a few minutes to get back on the bike. I was more tired now than I had been, despite that it hadn't been that long. Emotional trips take it out of you, you know? My forehead just kind of fell on Malik-kun's shoulder.
"Ryuuji-kun?" He asked. Wow, he actually said my first name.
"Do you mind?" I mumbled against his back.
There was a bit of silence. "No." I could feel his bodily vibrations as he answered.
The motorcycle started and we were off. It was then that I became conscious of exactly how my body was pressed against him—my entire body from my head to my stomach was against his back. But it didn't feel wrong. It felt quite good. I could smell him, even, and feel his heartbeat against my face somewhere in there. My own heart sped up to match his. I felt a slight euphoria at the change and my breath deepened.
Oh god, am I really? Without my knowing, could I have?
Have I done something so idiotic as to have fallen in love with Malik?
Notes and Translations:
No es justo: It's not fair. (Spanish)
Jii-chan: grandfather
Inu: Dog. Seto likes calling Jounouchi "make inu," which means something along the lines of "pathetic dog." So nice…
Minna: everyone/everybody
1 Quote from "Magic's Price," the 3rd of the Last Herald-Mage series by Mercedes Lackey. Great trilogy. Shounen ai. Yum… and roller coasters of emotion.
2 Anyone here seen Cowboy Bebop? Ya know the black bird of paradise that Vicious has? My friend calls it a Vicious Peacock. So she used to say that she wanted a "vicious peacock," and of course people who haven't seen the series think that she's just masochistic or something. …I want a vicious peacock.
The last half of this was just slapped together without any real editing. Sorry if it's apparent. bow
OH KAMI-SAMA, TOBOE!!! is watching Wolf's Rain Okay, next week is last episode. Yeah. I already know how it ends, so I know… I think… I hope… gah!
Kyaaah! Egypt story arc! Chibi Yami no Yuugi, chibi Yami no Bakura, fourteen-some-odd-year-old Seto with longish hair… DVD 26, episodes 200-207, if anyone cares… -- Demo… Mahaado-shinkan! cries Why Yami no Bakura, why? I mean, I know you have a definite attachment to the Ring, but still! It wasn't his fault about your past! He was still… well, getting snake venom sucked out of his arm by chibi Yami no Yuugi. Damn that was cute and almost shota. Then there was, like, a two-year-old Seto… why must he be so cute?! squeals Me gusta! -- And that WONDERFUL almost shounen ai moment when Yami no Yuugi was gonna ride off on a horse into what I could swear was a sunset (actually, I think it was night… or broad daylight, but allow me some imaginative license, please!) and he was clasping Yuugi's hand and they were being cute and Yami no Yuugi was thanking him Yuugi for helping him. And I'm sitting here, smiling despite that my little brother and mother are in the room, and then Jounouchi and Honda run into the scene, ruining it.
Oh, my little brother knows about my shounen ai obsession, so I haven't corrupted his mind too much. I mean, I just revealed to him how two men have sex when I was on the phone with my friend. I quite bluntly told him, too. No dovetailed, sugar coated stuff for him! He's thirteen, by the way. And hey, he asked.
You know, I typed this chapter, posted it, and then realized that somehow, Honda-kun had ended up in it. Probably because he's in another fic that I'm writing right now, so they just kind of crossed.