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I sat on the edge of my bed, watching the black video tape across from me like it was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. I take a moment to finger a strand of hair that was perpetually dangling in my face, something that I do in when I'm either being cocky or just plain scared out of my mind. Now was not the time to be cocky.
"Well..." A dark voice whispers, mixing in with the same admittedly dirty little voice in my head. "Are you going to watch it or not?" Bakura grins as he holds the tape up.
"I'm not usually the type to watch x-rated films around others, but thanks for asking." I smile polightly at him as he rolls his eyes.
"Idiot. This isn't about the sex, although...." He takes a moment to trail off, a perveted look on his face, "this session was particularly steamy...I picked this tape for a more interesting reason."
And now the bastard has me curious. "What's on it?"
"Well, you'll just have to watch and find out won't you?" He grins as he slips the tape into my vcr.
I groan and flop down on the bed. There's a part of me that's curious and horny, of course. But I'm also worried I might not like what I find when we open up the Seto/Jou vault, and I'm starting to rethink my decision to get involved with their bizarre relationship in the first place. For the fiftieth time today.
Bakura takes a minute to fast-forward a little. So that's what having sex looks like in when you're on speed...interesting.
When he stops the tape Jou is sprawled out on top of a very battered desk, Kaiba heaving over him, neither one speaking. I try and control the rush of blood to my groin by thinking unsexy thoughts...
We must not let hormones get in the way of the mission. We must also stop referring to ourselves in the third person...but I suppose we can work on that later.
I think the damn psycho is rubbing off on me.
When Kaiba finally manages to pull himself off of the blond, he immediately begins to clean them both up, as Jou is still a quivering pile of goo at the moment. Jou lifts his head up to look Kaiba in the eye and for moment they seem frozen in the spot, looking quite the picture of lovers together. Until Kaiba snaps at him and says something offensive, if Jou's glare is any indication.
After a brief argument Jou gets up and leaves, slamming the door behind him. This didn't surprise me, what happened next did.
Kaiba just sat there, in the desk they had used earlier, with his hands folded, staring off at nothing.
For a good ten minutes he sat there unmoving, we speed up the tape again, but that was my estimate.
"Watch this..." Bakura says as he stops the tape.
Reaching into his breifcase, Kaiba pulls a blue piece of paper out and begins to write. Fast and elegantly along the paper, pausing now and then to shake his head or stare at the chalkboard.
This went on for another good five minutes before he suddenly bolted out of his seat, tossing the paper into the garbage before exiting the room hastily.
"What the hell was that?" I ask Bakura after a brief moment of silence.
"That's what I'd like to know." He mummers as he stops the tape and turns to me, crossing his arms.
"How long ago was this tape filmed?"
"About three days ago."
Once again, I find myself at Domino High, standing in the very room that had been occupied by two secret lovers just few days ago. Bakura is digging through the garbage pail thoroughly, something he seems to have no problem with. I take a moment to stare at the desk that Kaiba had been sitting at, wondering what had been going through his complex mind that day. Wondering what he had been writing before he dismissed it.
What must it feel like? To be so intimate with someone and yet a stranger at the same time?
"Found it!" Bakura snaps me out of his thoughts as he pulls out a crumpled piece of blue paper.
That's when I realize I had been drifting toward the previously mentioned desk, my hand resting on it slightly. A slight chill runs up my spine before I quickly pull my hand away from the slightly cool desktop.
Bakura seems to notice this and he grins wryly at me. "What's the matter? Checking out the scene of the crime?"
I glare at him for a moment before taking what he said into consderation. Could this really be considered a crime? If it was something that made them both happy, then who were we to interfere?
Unless...neither one of them were really happy after all.
"You again..." I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear the faint sound of a door opening behind me until it was too late. "And with some help this time I see."
"Hello Kaiba!" Bakura replies cheerfully, bounding over to Kaiba and throwing his arms around him in a tight hug.
"What...what the?" I don't think I've ever seen Kaiba so flustered as he trys to pry the enthusiastic spirit off of him.
For a moment I'm completely lost until Bakura frees one hand to throw the ball of paper to me as Kaiba was distracted. I catch it and stuff it into my pocket before turning back to Kaiba to smile innocently.
Who is looking a rather unflattering shade of red at the moment. "Keep your psycho away from me!" He growls at me and then turns to glare at Bakura, who is sitting on a desktop twirling his hair and whistling some out of tune song.
"I'm sorry, he's not house trained yet." I give him a wry grin before settling down at a desk and crossing my legs comfortably.
Kaiba raises his eyebrow as his gaze goes from me, to the trashcan that is now emptied on the floor, to Bakura, and then back to me. Looking more than a little irritated.
"I'm not really up for playing games right now..." He walks over to me, chuckling slightly, his head tilted downward, his hands folded behind his back. "So tell me Otogi, do you have something that belongs to me?" He asks in a friendly tone, something that sounds so wrong coming out of his mouth it's almost scary.
"What....what are you talking about?" I ask, trying my best to sound casual, even though I'm having a sudden urge to bolt out of the room as fast as I can.
"Is that so?" He trails off, letting his gaze travel slowly down my body. I shift nervously in my position as the whole room falls quiet. Strange, I never really thought I was his type, after all, I'm not even close to being blonde, or stupid.
He finally looks back up at my face, a look in his eyes that I'm not too comfortable with. "Is that a paper ball in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" He smirks, a dangerous tone in his voice.
Dammit, I knew I should have stopped wearing skin-tight pants all long time ago.
Satanic Mechanic: Sorry it's not too long. I've been slaking off lately and I just wanted to get one chapter out, as I am going through a serious case of writers block at the moment
I sat on the edge of my bed, watching the black video tape across from me like it was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. I take a moment to finger a strand of hair that was perpetually dangling in my face, something that I do in when I'm either being cocky or just plain scared out of my mind. Now was not the time to be cocky.
"Well..." A dark voice whispers, mixing in with the same admittedly dirty little voice in my head. "Are you going to watch it or not?" Bakura grins as he holds the tape up.
"I'm not usually the type to watch x-rated films around others, but thanks for asking." I smile polightly at him as he rolls his eyes.
"Idiot. This isn't about the sex, although...." He takes a moment to trail off, a perveted look on his face, "this session was particularly steamy...I picked this tape for a more interesting reason."
And now the bastard has me curious. "What's on it?"
"Well, you'll just have to watch and find out won't you?" He grins as he slips the tape into my vcr.
I groan and flop down on the bed. There's a part of me that's curious and horny, of course. But I'm also worried I might not like what I find when we open up the Seto/Jou vault, and I'm starting to rethink my decision to get involved with their bizarre relationship in the first place. For the fiftieth time today.
Bakura takes a minute to fast-forward a little. So that's what having sex looks like in when you're on speed...interesting.
When he stops the tape Jou is sprawled out on top of a very battered desk, Kaiba heaving over him, neither one speaking. I try and control the rush of blood to my groin by thinking unsexy thoughts...
We must not let hormones get in the way of the mission. We must also stop referring to ourselves in the third person...but I suppose we can work on that later.
I think the damn psycho is rubbing off on me.
When Kaiba finally manages to pull himself off of the blond, he immediately begins to clean them both up, as Jou is still a quivering pile of goo at the moment. Jou lifts his head up to look Kaiba in the eye and for moment they seem frozen in the spot, looking quite the picture of lovers together. Until Kaiba snaps at him and says something offensive, if Jou's glare is any indication.
After a brief argument Jou gets up and leaves, slamming the door behind him. This didn't surprise me, what happened next did.
Kaiba just sat there, in the desk they had used earlier, with his hands folded, staring off at nothing.
For a good ten minutes he sat there unmoving, we speed up the tape again, but that was my estimate.
"Watch this..." Bakura says as he stops the tape.
Reaching into his breifcase, Kaiba pulls a blue piece of paper out and begins to write. Fast and elegantly along the paper, pausing now and then to shake his head or stare at the chalkboard.
This went on for another good five minutes before he suddenly bolted out of his seat, tossing the paper into the garbage before exiting the room hastily.
"What the hell was that?" I ask Bakura after a brief moment of silence.
"That's what I'd like to know." He mummers as he stops the tape and turns to me, crossing his arms.
"How long ago was this tape filmed?"
"About three days ago."
Once again, I find myself at Domino High, standing in the very room that had been occupied by two secret lovers just few days ago. Bakura is digging through the garbage pail thoroughly, something he seems to have no problem with. I take a moment to stare at the desk that Kaiba had been sitting at, wondering what had been going through his complex mind that day. Wondering what he had been writing before he dismissed it.
What must it feel like? To be so intimate with someone and yet a stranger at the same time?
"Found it!" Bakura snaps me out of his thoughts as he pulls out a crumpled piece of blue paper.
That's when I realize I had been drifting toward the previously mentioned desk, my hand resting on it slightly. A slight chill runs up my spine before I quickly pull my hand away from the slightly cool desktop.
Bakura seems to notice this and he grins wryly at me. "What's the matter? Checking out the scene of the crime?"
I glare at him for a moment before taking what he said into consderation. Could this really be considered a crime? If it was something that made them both happy, then who were we to interfere?
Unless...neither one of them were really happy after all.
"You again..." I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear the faint sound of a door opening behind me until it was too late. "And with some help this time I see."
"Hello Kaiba!" Bakura replies cheerfully, bounding over to Kaiba and throwing his arms around him in a tight hug.
"What...what the?" I don't think I've ever seen Kaiba so flustered as he trys to pry the enthusiastic spirit off of him.
For a moment I'm completely lost until Bakura frees one hand to throw the ball of paper to me as Kaiba was distracted. I catch it and stuff it into my pocket before turning back to Kaiba to smile innocently.
Who is looking a rather unflattering shade of red at the moment. "Keep your psycho away from me!" He growls at me and then turns to glare at Bakura, who is sitting on a desktop twirling his hair and whistling some out of tune song.
"I'm sorry, he's not house trained yet." I give him a wry grin before settling down at a desk and crossing my legs comfortably.
Kaiba raises his eyebrow as his gaze goes from me, to the trashcan that is now emptied on the floor, to Bakura, and then back to me. Looking more than a little irritated.
"I'm not really up for playing games right now..." He walks over to me, chuckling slightly, his head tilted downward, his hands folded behind his back. "So tell me Otogi, do you have something that belongs to me?" He asks in a friendly tone, something that sounds so wrong coming out of his mouth it's almost scary.
"What....what are you talking about?" I ask, trying my best to sound casual, even though I'm having a sudden urge to bolt out of the room as fast as I can.
"Is that so?" He trails off, letting his gaze travel slowly down my body. I shift nervously in my position as the whole room falls quiet. Strange, I never really thought I was his type, after all, I'm not even close to being blonde, or stupid.
He finally looks back up at my face, a look in his eyes that I'm not too comfortable with. "Is that a paper ball in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" He smirks, a dangerous tone in his voice.
Dammit, I knew I should have stopped wearing skin-tight pants all long time ago.
Satanic Mechanic: Sorry it's not too long. I've been slaking off lately and I just wanted to get one chapter out, as I am going through a serious case of writers block at the moment
