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Blue Eyes, Cold Heart

Chapter 2

By the time they had reached the Principal's office, Jou had begun to really feel the bruising from Kaiba's blows. He could taste blood in his mouth and his vision was obscured by exhaustion. They had been told to wait outside while the Principal took care of his morning duties and attended a brief meeting. Kaiba had taken possession of the only chair, so Jou had been forced to slump on the floor while leaning against the wall for support. With his head in-between his knees he tried to focus his breathing and remember why he had gotten into this situation. He had always thought Kaiba was a bit of an ass, with his unpleasant personality and a worse attitude, but he had no real reason to hit him, or fight him, yet on that morning he had felt oddly provoked. He guessed the lack of sleep might have had something to do with it, or maybe the dream, he thought. No sooner had he contemplated this, his gut contracted as fragments of the dream dripped through into his hazy mind. He looked up and saw Kaiba leaning back in his chair as if it were a throne, legs crossed, one foot swinging slightly to an unheard beat, his gaze distracted by something that he could see from the small window in the corridor. Dull sunlight filtered through the glass, falling across the thin figure draped across the chair. For a moment, he looked like something that had fallen straight out of a gothic novel and Jou was enchanted by the idea. He forced himself to look away but the image remained imprinted in his mind, along with the ever growing memory of the dream. Jou fought against it but at the same time he was mesmerized and curious.

The pale faced teen tore his gaze away from the window and Jou hid his head in between his knees again, but raised it just enough to continue watching Kaiba. He had started to examine his long fingers, and upon finding some of Jou's blood on them, he smiled. He glanced at Jou and caught him looking; he turned to face him, raising his fingers to his mouth and with eyes still fixed upon Jou, he began to lick them clean in a slow, rather sensual manner. Jou couldn't help staring in quiet horror, while still debating whether he felt shocked or disgusted. In truth, he felt neither, nor could he explain why his stomach seemed to be performing summersaults. Jou's eyes widened, enthralled by the almost demure pink tongue working it's way around those long, slightly feminine fingers. He growled at himself and forced himself to look at those intense eyes.

'Sick,' Jou muttered, at loss for anything else to say.

'Oh yeah?' Kaiba smirked, licking his lips. 'I guess that's why you're staring?'

'Ah, fuck you.'

'Big words for such a small mind,' the boy answered nonchalantly, re-examining his fingers to see if he had missed a spot. He leaned back, still smirking wildly.

'So, I don't suppose you want to tell me real reason behind today's little...escapade?' His blue eyes bored into Jou's, and the blonde began to feel very self-conscious. He closed his eyes and tried to push away the thoughts of the dream, trying and failing to bury the answer to the mystery that had bothered him since waking. He wasn't sure he liked what his mind was trying to say to him, he felt disturbed by it; he'd always assumed he wasn't that way inclined. It was just a stupid dream, he told himself, just a really stupid, meaningless dream. Worse still, Kaiba seemed to know what Jou was thinking, and was positively enjoying the show of emotions that flitted across the confused expression. In fact, he was laughing softly as Jou noticed and the slumped blonde was forced to retort.

'Kaiba, you're an ass, I hate you.' He snarled pitifully from his haze of pain and confusion.

'Hate is such a strong word, don't you think?' Purred Kaiba, still sporting that self-satisfied smile. He got up and walked over to Jou, crouching before him. The blonde looked away, the smell of Kaiba's sweat and his blood was like some overpowering exotic perfume, but he fought it. He intensely disliked Kaiba, he was sure of it; he was mean, aggressive, possessive and a complete freak to boot. Yet, as he thought this, his heart began to race wildly and Jou was again drawn into those excruciatingly blue eyes.

'But I do agree with you, mutt, this is far from over. I think I know a way of settling this...'

Jou looked up, confused by the aches and by Kaiba's presence. He couldn't help but notice and focus on the pale skinned features and those brilliant, yet icy cold orbs. With some alarm, he fought the urge to reach out and gently touch the arrogant presence before him. The blonde gulped.

'How we gonna do that?'

Kaiba's trademark smirk turned into a positively satisfied grin. 'Duel Monsters,' he answered, eyes glinting.

'Huh?'

'You heard me. My place, tonight. We duel and finish this off fairly.' Kaiba's voice dripped like molten gold and he leaned in closer to Jou. 'Let's face it, you're the one who came off worse today...'

Jou growled, but just then, footsteps echoed down the corridor and Kaiba stood up, regaining his usual calm and cold composure. The Principal appeared and summoned them both into his office. They were consequently lectured, both receiving a five day suspension from the school. Jou nodded and made agreeable noises at the Principal's words, while Kaiba somehow convinced the angry-looking man to not add this to their permanent records. But Jou's mind was on other things. He was weighing up the meaning of Kaiba's offer, and the reason behind it. What did he know, how did he seem to know what Jou was feeling? Why was he insisting on his presence tonight? Jou mulled it over, occasionally glancing over at the pale faced teen, who was still in the process of charming the Principal with his business-man's skills. Feeling confused, tired and slightly freaked out, the blonde tried to make sense of his feelings. He came to one definite, short conclusion.

Have I really just been seduced by that jerk?

A/N: Second chapter...w00t? Gawd, this sucks, does it not?