Forbidden Fruit
by: Wareta Shooki
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Draco Chaisson, the newest character, is for you.
As always, notes at bottom.
Disclaimer in prologue.
Forbidden Fruit
Chapter 10
Turning Point
Part 1
Nikolaos stared at the cunningly sharp, pale hazel-blue eyes that looked more like clear ice with vague flecks of blue than anything else. The chains that held him weren't strong enough and he and she both knew that, but he still hung there, staring at her and not fearing her in the least. It was one of the reasons she liked him. Hell, she even respected the kid. Though, if one must be technical, he wasn't a kid, hadn't been for over eight million years.
Yes, it was true, she, a vampyress of only a thousand years or so, but more powerful than anyone besides the vampyric Council, was somewhat afraid of a vampyre that was well over eight million years old and still growing in power. Her cold grey eyes looked him up and down, taking in the olive-brown skin littered with healing lash-wounds, the fine muscles that melded together perfectly, and the aura that coated that beautiful body like fog coats a sleeping city.
Those pale, hazel-blue eyes never left hers, never even blinked. He'd hung from those damnable chains for two days now, allowed his beautiful skin to be tarnished and tainted and yet he still healed, allowing it to go slow, allowing the pain to prolong and never utter a sound. It was rare if he ever spoke, and when he did, it usually meant he was about to kill you, and wanted to let you know what voice belonged to one of the most ruthless killers known to both magickal and humankind alike.
Even alive he had been very powerful, and now, being one of the undead, he was even more powerful and deadlier than ever before. The French would have loved him in the wars with Germany.
"Draco Chaisson, so you've finally come to Domino City, Japan. I'm surprised at you." She teased, stalking closer, putting an extra swing to her hips.
He simply raised a silvery eyebrow at her, his silvery-cerulean hair falling about his shoulders in waves of silken tresses. They barely hid his pointed ears complete with two earrings in each cartilage and in each lobe. The silver glinted in the torchlight that flickered from the walls. His face was marked on each cheek by jagged, ebony markings that also marked his wrists, ankles, upper shoulders, and hips. Resting in the middle of his forehead was a single lightning bolt shaped, jagged ebony marking. It shone against the pure olive-brown colour of his skin.
She came to a stop just in front of him, her hands resting on his bare shoulders, sliding down until they tugged at the tops of his leather pants. His toes curled from anger in his soft leather boots that rode to mid-calf with two silver straps tied tightly around the ankles of those boots. His eyes stared into her cold grey ones and he smiled, slowly at first, until it grew wider and just barely showed fang against his naturally deep crimson lips.
"You're smiling. Why?" Nikolaos asked, knowing when his hazel eyes sparkled she should have kept quiet.
"Because I don't like women." He hissed and kicked her. Before any of her 'pets' could get to the room, Draco Chaisson was gone, his weaponry, his coat, even his scent, completely wiped from the stone room. She threw back her head and let a howl rip from her throat and into the night. It wasn't the howl of a lycanthrope, but one of a ticked off vampyress saying she wasn't going to rest until the one who caused her anger was caught.
And killed, completely.
Jounouchi opened his eyes suddenly, jumping when the morning light flooding through the bedroom window blinded him. Wincing in pain, he felt the arms wrapped around his waist tighten before a mumbled voice spoke in French and he chuckled.
"Morning, Seto." He murmured. The other replied noncommittally and sighed, pulling Jounouchi back down onto the bed, nuzzling the other's neck when the blonde softly moaned in pain.
"You're sore, aren't you?" That voice made him jump before wincing again when he laughed softly. Kaiba apparently wasn't all that much of a morning person, and if he was, he hid it well. But then again, they did have sex the night before, so that might be part of it. . . .
His thoughts trailed when he felt Kaiba's hands wander down and up his front, as if searching for something, or memorizing him all over again. He shivered and snuggled his back closer to the brunette CEO who only smiled against his neck before pressing a gentle kiss there. "Maybe." Jounouchi finally replied, his voice just a tiny bit shaky.
Kaiba pulled away and chuckled when the other whimpered in protest.
"I don't want to get up, either, puppy, but I've got to take a shower." He said, kissing the other deeply as he leaned over him, their bodies pressing together once more.
Jounouchi leaned up into that kiss, arching his back so he met Kaiba's newly formed erection head on. The other moaned softly before moving away, obviously ticked that he had to do so, and walked across the brightly lit room to the bathroom. He paused at the door, turning back to face the other. "While I'm taking a shower, can you check on Mokuba? Make sure he's doing okay?"
The blonde smiled fondly, eyeing the other up and down once before nodding and rising to his feet, whimpering softly as pain shot up his back. Giving Kaiba what he hoped was a reassuring smile, he watched the other walk into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open. Why bother closing it? His thoughts exactly. Ask a stupid question.
Sighing, Jou began moving around the room, listening to Kaiba's mumbled curses as the freezing water touched his hand when he started it, then the even louder mumbled curses when the hot water kicked in suddenly. He laughed under his breath, a hand over his mouth to dull the noise further, when he heard (and half saw) the brunette stumbling about the bathroom shaking his burning hand.
"You alright, Seto?" He called and got a mumbled reply that sounded somewhere between "fucking water" and "yeah, couldn't be better." Which made him laugh all the harder. He walked over to Kaiba's chest of drawers and opened the top drawer, looking for a pair of pants. Luckily they'd discovered some two months before that they both wore the same size, though Jounouchi filled jeans better than Kaiba. No wonder the brunette always wore leather.
Snickering at his random thoughts, and the continued cursing in French coming from the bathroom, he gave up searching for a pair of Kaiba's jeans, pulled on his own from the day before and slipped out the bedroom, heading towards the kitchen on the first floor. Whence there, he found some pop-tarts - which really amazed him, what with the CEO being so rich and all, he had expected some robotic chef or something - and a can of soda from the refrigerator. Sitting down at the table, portable phone near him, he dialled Yuugi's number and waited, munching on a piece of pop-tart.
"Ohayo, Jounouchi!" A voice all but squealed through the line. Damn it! He dropped the pop-tart to the ground, falling back in the chair and toppling to the ground. Lucky for him, Kaiba had reinforced the walls of his home with the same paint he had at KaibaCorp. Trying not to let random tears fall from the pain of landing on his ass, he sighed deeply.
"It should be a crime for someone to be this cheerful in the morning." He mumbled.
Yuugi laughed and the blonde could have sworn he was hiding a cackle. "Sorry, Jou. Are you okay, I heard something crash?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just fell outta the chair I was sittin' in." He mumbled, his friend laughing through the line again.
"Gomen. How's everything?" The way he asked that made it sound like he already knew he and Kaiba had slept together.
And since that thought alone scared the hell out of him - the fact Yuugi might know he slept with Kaiba, not that he actually did - made him decide to play coy. "Fine." He answered, sounding bland and sly at the same time. Why had he called Yuugi's house again?
"Oh, and what did you and Seto do last night?" That voice was Bakura's.
Damn. "Since when were you on first name basis with Seto?"
The white-haired thief hissed softly, playfully and yelped when a slap echoed over the phone. A deep chuckle sounded and Jounouchi knew instantly it was Yami. "Katsuya, Yuugi said you fell."
"Is that all he told you?"
"There's more." The way he said it made it a statement and the blonde knew the ancient ruler had an eyebrow raised. Just thinking about it made him shiver in memory of his stern crimson eyes before he and Kaiba had gone home last night. They'd agreed to let Mokuba stay at Yuugi's since they were closer to Domino Hospital if something terrible happened.
"Yeah, there is." He replied, rising to his feet finally, moving the chair back to its original place by the table and looking forlornly at his pop-tarts before walking over to the huge bay window that looked out into the backyard and the garden and other such things that lay within it. "We " He paused, took a deep breath and blurted, "We slept together."
Silence was his only answer.
Gods, this was not his day.
By the time Kaiba came down the stairs into the kitchen, half following the scent of a wonderfully cooked breakfast, Jounouchi had hung up the phone with Yuugi and the rest, was doing a wondrously good imitation of a ripe tomato and was busy setting plates on the table. The brunette simply leaned against the door frame, watching it all, clad in a pair of dark blue-jeans with a button up navy, pointed-collar shirt, which he left unbuttoned, exposing his chest and had the long sleeves rolled up past his elbows.
His rich brown hair looked black, still soaking wet, but drier than it had been a few minutes ago, and half falling into his eyes, the tips swaying just a few inches from his shoulders. Was he in need of haircut, probably so, did he care, not in the least. His icy midnight eyes followed the still mumbling, blushing Katsuya Jounouchi as he fumbled around the kitchen. Who knew the blonde could cook? Not him, obviously.
Jounouchi finally looked up as he was carrying two forks and two butter-knives in his hands to the table, spotted Kaiba and jumped. If it hadn't been for his graceful, oddly fluid, jump a second time, he would have been stabbed in the foot as the silverware went clattering to the floor. He looked sheepishly up at Kaiba who raised an eyebrow, eliciting an even darker blush from the blonde and a soft whimper when he half squatted to pick up the fallen silverware.
"How long have you been standing there?" The blonde asked, turning his back to his lover as he busied himself with preparing the last of their breakfast.
A pair of slender arms encircled his waist.
"Long enough to hear to you mumble about evil damnable Pharaohs that need to know too much and their opaque lovers that want to know even more." Was the reply in his ear. Normally he would have gasped in a mock-hurt way then run from the brunette. But the words were seductive and he fell under the spell of the creature holding him easily. It was almost creepy.
Leaning back into the arms that encircled him, those long, skeleton-thin fingers playing over his chest and waist line, he sighed deeply, closing his eyes. It felt wonderful to be in Kaiba's arms. Months ago, he would have killed anyone who told him he would end up feeling this way with the CEO. No matter who they were, he'd have killed them. Now, the thought alone seemed downright ludicrous and made him feel a tiny bit guilty for half insulting the brunette that way.
"You're quiet."
The blonde laughed: "I know."
"Why?"
Those hands began undoing his pants languidly.
"Memorizing the feel of you touching me."
Kaiba licked his ear, his right hand moving beneath his pants. Jounouchi moaned softly, tilting his head to the side as Kaiba's fingers just barely brushed him. The now achingly familiar touch of the other made him crave more than just that chaste touch. Seeming to sense this, Kaiba kissed the blonde's neck, listening to the soft sounds that echoed past his lover's lips. The thought of calling Jounouchi his lover made him jump and whoop and holler inside. The feeling it caused him was beyond words.
When his fingers curled around the blonde, the phone rang and they both jumped, moving away from the other as if they'd been burned. For a moment, they stood there, staring at each other, Jounouchi's pants undone, his eyes sparkling, and a slight blush steeling the blonde's cheeks. The phone rang a second time and Kaiba growled, went to grab the phone, but Jounouchi touched his hand. When it rang a third time, the blonde answered.
"Moshi moshi. Kaiba residence." Even to him, his voice sounded so very shaky.
"It's Ceilya." The voice on the other line said, the sound of it mere bells and chimes on the wind. Both men shivered.
"What's wrong?" Kaiba asked, clicking a button that put her on speaker phone.
A sigh sounded and the two lover's shared nervous glances before the vampyress answered. "Nikolaos has informed all the vampyres in the city that a new arrival has come. He arrived, apparently two nights ago, and she didn't think he'd be much harm." She paused and the silence was pure, no sound of breathing echoed across the line and into the utterly silent kitchen. "His name is Draco Maourí Chaisson, a vampyre from France." She continued, stopping there, waiting for them to ask questions.
Kaiba spoke up first. "Chaisson, wasn't he one of the Holy Warriors during the first crusades?"
Ceilya laughed softly. "You know your history, Kaiba. And to answer your question, yes, he was. However, he was brought over by Aikoyalin Nisao, the current ruler of the Vampyric Council. Unfortunately for us all, she disappeared some three hundred and fifty years ago. Nikolaos has spoken with him off and on over the last one hundred and thirteen years. However, when he came to Domino, she captured him, hoping to make him one of her pets."
"He doesn't like women." Jounouchi said suddenly, causing the brunette to jump and Ceilya to gasp.
"How did you know?" Her voice held something dark and mysterious in its depths. She didn't like Draco, either she did and he'd turned her down, or it was much more than that.
"It was simple. You told me and Kaiba that when a vampyre captures another master in their territory, hoping to make him or her their pet, they rarely refuse. It is especially said if the master is female and the one being offered the position is male. He refused, so he must not like women. And from the tone of your voice, you know from personal experience."
Kaiba just gaped at him. Ceilya remained silent.
"Is he always this attentive?" Ceilya asked, addressing Kaiba.
It took the brunette two tries to find his voice before replying, "Not normally. I'm a little frightened."
"Good to know. So am I."
Jounouchi growled in frustration, moving to lean back against the counter, having shut off the stove a few minutes before, his arms crossed over his bare chest, pants still undone, hair tousled still from sleep, and his cheeks stained a light red. In that one moment, Kaiba wished Ceilya hadn't have called. It made it too difficult and made him think of her even more eviler than before. But she wasn't the one they were fighting, it was this Nikolaos.
"Ceilya, you called to tell us about Chaisson for a reason, right?" Kaiba asked, looking away from his lover and out the bay window. If he didn't focus on something else, he was screwed. He needed to not look at his lover, he needed not to see how delicious he looked and remind himself of what Ceilya's call had interrupted.
"Yes, Draco requested to me personally, through Nikolaos and a few others, that you, Jounouchi, Yuugi and the rest to meet him at Le Darke Desires, a dance club in Akashi Square. He wishes to meet with you personally, Kaiba, Jounouchi. Says it's top priority." Ceilya said, her voice fading slightly.
"We'll talk to you later, Ceilya. Get some rest." Jounouchi said softly.
"Mercí." She replied in French and hung up. Kaiba pressed the button shutting off the speaker phone and hung up. Despite the fact that their problems with the undead community and the rest of the nonhuman side of things seemed to have gotten so much worse, tension sang through the air like miniature bolts of electricity. Jounouchi took a stalking step forward, stopping, waiting almost, for Kaiba to walk the rest of the way towards him.
He didn't have to wait long. Kaiba ran his hands up the blonde's bare sides, his fingers splayed wide over the smooth skin, his lips kissing up that chest, his tongue running over every dip and curve of muscle. Jounouchi made soft sounds in his throat, his eyes fluttering closed, head thrown back. When Kaiba stood, pressing himself against the blonde, he kissed him softly, gathering his attention to him once more.
"Shh, you'll wake the neighbours." He muttered teasingly, the blonde only pouted.
They met then in a fiery kiss, their tongues and lips working, hands clasped together, as if the one they held onto was a withering lifeline they dearly needed to hold on to. The tension in the air only continued to grow, and vaguely the two lovers knew it wasn't the half-neglected passion that caused it. It was something else. When they continued to kiss, the tension sang through them, throwing them apart, each landing some ten feet from the other.
Staring across the kitchen floor at each other, they both sat there, stunned. What had happened? Not wanting to wait to find out, they rose, Jounouchi running upstairs to pull on a pair of shoes and a loose, black T-shirt of Seto's that said, "Stop dreaming. Make it a reality." and dashed back downstairs, his hair messily combed. Kaiba motioned for him to get in the car and they sped off towards the Game Shop.
Because whatever had happened had left two long claw marks on both of their chests, and had written something in the floor. The latter they didn't know of, and didn't want to know of. For frankly, things had just gone from bad to much worse.
Nikolaos was pissed, and somehow, they both knew she wasn't going to calm down anytime soon.
Yuugi giggled softly as he listened to Anzu mutter about how Kaiba and Jounouchi bickered over whether they should wear matching outfits when they all went to meet up with Draco Chaisson and Ceilya Linderman that night. Oddly enough, it was even funnier still for the two were sitting at the same booth as the rest of them, each of them mock-glaring at each other.
Yami shook his head, his hand resting in Yuugi's under the table, absently fingering the silver ring the other wore on his left hand. "Will you two stop it?" Honda finally snapped, his eyes gleaming dangerously.
Bakura's deep, dark laugh sounded as he and Ryou walked up, bags in their free hands. Almost a year ago now, Bakura had added some weird highlights to his hair so that whenever the light hit his locks just right the whiteness of them glimmered a pale blood-red, but it was rich and whole. Almost like he had been showered in human blood and neglected to wash it off properly. It was virtually the only thing that told them apart. Well, that and the fact Bakura's hair was spikier than Ryou's and his eyes held a more dark purpose in them. Though that was slowly, but surely, beginning to change.
"I see you've found everything," Jounouchi said, breaking the quarrel between him and Kaiba briefly, but not forever.
The thief nodded, smiling proudly of himself. "Yeah, and didn't steal a thing."
Ryou faked a cough.
Bakura only glared half-heartedly at him.
The two sat down and Kaiba and Jounouchi went back to bickering. Finally fed up, and not wanting to die from lack of air because she was laughing so damn hard, Anzu snapped quite indignantly, "Either you two shut up or I'll pick out your damn clothes for you!" She paused when they ignored her and she smirked devilishly. Honda and Yuugi scooped away from her. "And I'll find the pinkest, most frilliest thing I can find and make you wear it!"
That shut them up quite effectively.
Yami smirked, his crimson eyes glowing dimly, but the power was still there. "Kaiba," He started, staring pointedly at the brunette who only rolled his icy midnight eyes.
"If you so much as mutter one thing pertaining to my destiny, I'll pour a glass of ice water over your head." Kaiba warned, his look serious, but his eyes glowing with hidden laughter. Apparently, they had all found out the ancient Pharaoh didn't like cold water. It was somewhat like a phobia. A very funny phobia. Truth or Dare was a fun game.
Trying to look indignant while trying not to laugh, Yami continued, "Kaiba, when are we supposed to meet Ceilya? And where?"
Jounouchi answered the same time Kaiba did, "Seven thirty, Kaiba Mansion."
Everyone just eyed them oddly. So far only Yuugi and Yami knew the two had slept together the night before. And so far, Kaiba didn't know that the two spiky-haired guys knew. Here was hoping it remained a secret. Jounouchi sighed softly, laying his head on Kaiba's shoulders, his eyes drifting shut.
"Puppy?" Kaiba's soft voice echoed in his ear.
"Hmm?"
"You're drooling on my shirt."
The blonde sighed: "Tough luck."
"Are you at least going to stop drooling?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I know it irritates you now."
Kaiba hissed in frustration and crossed his arms, making his shoulders move to an angle that made them very uncomfortable to lean against. Jounouchi's honey-brown eyes glared at him.
"You're not fun." He muttered.
"Yes I am."
"Don't make me say it." Jounouchi warned, his eyes bleeding amber, but it was playful, not serious.
"So frightened." Kaiba retorted.
Meanwhile everyone else was just watching the two. It was as clear as day yet neither would openly admit to it. Funny how the heart works. They were surprised, however, when Jounouchi turned to them, a look that was purely evil in his amber irises, and a smile on his face that made Bakura feel proud. The blonde was learning! Yay!
"Hey everyone, Seto slHMMPH!" He started and was cut off when Kaiba clamped a hand over his mouth, his icy eyes serious and irritated. Jounouchi licked his hand and the other only smirked in return. But when Jounouchi licked his hand a second time, this time slower than the first he drew his hand back swiftly, but Jounouchi didn't miss the effect it had on him. The brunette's eyes showed him everything. Well, just about everything.
Anzu mumbled something and stood up, moving from the table, her cerulean eyes twinkling. "Come on, we only have to find something for these two love-birds to wear and we'll have to get back to the Kaiba Mansion or we won't have time to get ready."
Hadn't anyone told this idiot that the Kaiba Mansion had ten bathrooms? Not to mention half of them would be SHARING! Oh, but then again, one must take into account she was a girl, lonely, and would want to have a chance to peep in on one of the guys whilst they were bathing, getting dressed, or having a possible make-out session with their boyfriends. (A/n: I really hate Anzu! Sorry for those of you who don't!)
Really, one track minds were far too common these days.
Dutifully, they all rose, packages and all, making their way slowly through the mall until Yuugi squealed and ran towards a store. Yami jumped almost clear out of his skin and yelled in surprise when his fiancée dragged him by the hand into the store. The others had to run to catch up.
Once inside, they all knew instantly why Yuugi had squealed as loud and excitedly as he had. It was no mystery that the kid was kinky, but he was much more than that when alone, wound up, and highly intoxicated on the taste of his lover. This store showed them where he got his clothes, jewellery, and the Gods only knew what else.
The doorway of the store was arched and had shimmering silver streams hanging in their path as they walked in, the music playing inside the same industrial rock they'd be hearing at the club tonight and Jounouchi could only stare around at it all. Bakura had found a section devoted to whips, handcuffs, and various other torture devices. Ryou didn't even looked frightened as he joined his lover. The walls were draped in black tapestries with countless woven paints, some of the tapestries holding woven lettering in other languages. Some of them, Kaiba didn't even recognize.
However, the one thing that caught the two new lovers' attention were the rows of clothing towards the back. Rows of leather pants, shirts, straps, things of that nature lined the walls in the back and the racks that held some of them. Kaiba took Jounouchi's hand, smiling slightly as they looked around. Agreeing, finally, to wear two different things, they set off to find what they wanted and meet each other outside the store with Honda and Anzu. Otogi would be joining them later.
It wasn't long before they were all heading towards the Kaiba Mansion, trying to eye all their packages and be as discrete about it as possible. None were worried that Mai and Otogi would bring Mokuba safely to the mansion before they had to leave. Otogi had agreed to stay behind with Mokuba and Mai agreed to help guard the house. God forbid it was attacked again.
Everyone was sitting in the living room, waiting for Jounouchi to come downstairs. Yami and Yuugi stole quick glances at the CEO in question. He was a marvel to look at. Who knew that when dressed to look kinky and hilarious he'd make it look way beyond sexy and get anyone's hormones flowing faster than normal?
His black leather pants were so well fit that they looked painted on more than anything else. The shimmer to them amazing, for it was the barest hint of cerulean and glittered whenever he moved. His tank top was much the same way, but it rode up slightly to show the tiniest strip of pale skin above his pants. Fishnet sleeves covered his arms, the edges trailing to a stop just before his finger-tips. A black, bullet belt was strung through the belt-loops, a second one, slightly larger than the first, was left to hang half off his hips. On his left bicep he wore two silver bands with Egyptian hieroglyphs on them, engraved in emerald and ruby. A single matching band rested on either wrist.
The pants fell down into a pair of soft leather boots the exact same material as the pants and shirt. They rode to mid-calf, with two silver straps buckled around his ankles. When he moved, the boots themselves made no noise whatsoever, no matter what type of flooring he walked on, they were completely silent. His hair had been spiked, a few long, sharp looking bangs falling into his face to frame his icy midnight eyes perfectly. Yuugi had added silver eye shadow to make the overall colour of those irises stand out all the more. Yami himself had done the kohl lines.
In all, the CEO looked down right amazing. But as he watched the stairs, attentively waiting for the last of their number to arrive, Yami knew that the light in those irises was something he hadn't really noticed before, until now. He'd seen that light before, but never recognized it before. It had to have been in the past. Suddenly, without warning, he saw a flashback of two men walking together. One dressed like a High Priest of the Pharaoh with the Sen'nen Rod in his left hand, his other clasped in the hand of the other who was dressed like a common peasant.
It was gone as quickly as it came.
Just then, Anzu and Honda stopped talking, Yuugi's hand tightened around Yami's and Kaiba gasped. Mai jumped and made a noise somewhere between a scream and a mewl of amazement, Otogi, oddly enough, doing the same thing. It was Mokuba who had broken the odd silence. "Shit." That one word spoke for them all.
Jounouchi stood at the top of the main staircase that lead from the living room to the second floor. His golden hair, usually unruly, had been pulled back into a low ponytail, giving it the impression that his hair was very short. Two locks fell forward to frame his face, the locks themselves tumbling over his shoulders in waves. His eyes were accented beautifully by kohl lines much like Kaiba's, but instead of silver eye shadow, he had a deep red that brought out the intensity of his honey-brown eyes, making them look amber and wolfish more than anything else.
On his biceps he wore twin black bands with a cobra curling off of each, the eyes of the twin snakes enlade with sapphires of the purest cobalt blue. On his wrists he wore a single ebony band with engraved silver Egyptian hieroglyphs. His leather shirt shimmered a deep crimson in the light that poured from the ceiling lights, and the lamps that lined the second floor hallways. It was sleeveless, much like Kaiba's, however there were no fishnet sleeves to replace the real ones. The material around the top of the arms was jagged, as if someone had shakily cut off the real sleeves.
The shirt itself rode up to show a fair amount of creamy-brown skin that seemed pale against the black. His black leather pants were tight enough to hint at what was hidden, but left enough concealed to allow the imagination to wander. The pants, like the top, shimmered a deep crimson in the light. He wore a crimson, studded-belt wound through the belt-loops with a second that hung off his hips perfectly. The pants ran down and ended in a pair of leather boots that rode to mid-calf with two crimson straps around each ankle.
Kaiba rose to his feet slowly, eyeing his lover with complete astonishment on his face. He then noticed what was around Jounouchi's neck. He'd seen that before! It was the Sen'nen Necklace. Why was he. . . .Shaking his head, not wanting to ponder it, he realized then that there was a glitter of silver around Jounouchi's face. Upon closer inspection he saw the earrings that ran up his right each from lobe to cartilage and the two earrings in his left lobe and single one in his left cartilage.
"Sugoi. . . ." He murmured, watching as the blonde walked down the stairs slowly. He had something draped over his arm. What, there was more? Had to be, couldn't be. His heart wouldn't be able to take it. Hell! His body wouldn't be able to take it.
When Jounouchi reached the bottom, he glanced over everyone, but those amber eyes rested the longest on Kaiba. He smiled, showing them all sharp, white canines that were growing longer. Ceilya Linderman, who had walked in the door just as the blonde had descended the stairs, smiled herself, showing her own fangs that were almost identical to the blonde's.
"Shall we go? Draco won't wait for very long." She said.
Kaiba jumped slightly, looking over his shoulder at her. "Yes. Let's go."
As he glanced back at Jounouchi, who fell into step behind him, he saw the other dawn a leather trench coat with crimson stitching and straps on the arms. The creature behind him was human, had to be, but in a way, Kaiba knew he wasn't. And, ironically enough, that thought didn't bother him as much as it should have.
End Chapter 10 of Forbidden Fruit
Okay people, that's the tenth chapter! Woot for me! Anyways, I know I said they'd meet Nikolaos and all this other stuff, but frankly, it would have been too long, and really, I didn't think you guys wanted me to have to edit a thirty-page long chapter and have screw it up which, by the way they've done before.
So there it is, the description of their clothing. However, may I say one thing? My friend, Lesharo DeSäal, has the exact same outfit Jounouchi is wearing in this chapter, and in the next, and possibly the next. Depends on how long Kaiba can keep from tackling him. Tee hee! So I was wondering what to have Jounouchi wear when Lesharo just shows up at my house out of bloody nowhere, dressed like that. I told him to hold still so I could describe it all.
Well, except for the arm bands, the outfit is exactly like his. That's about enough of my blabbering. So, thanks to all of you who've reviewed. Assassino, please review again! I love how you were straight to the point. And your character's in there. His name is Draco Maourí Chaisson. He's got a French name. :winks: Gomen, ignore some of that last bit, very hyper. Too much sugar is a bad thing for me.
Oh, and my last shout out goes to GiddySchoolGirl for all the cookies she sent me! Much thanks, love! And Lord Kurama, if you read this sometime, get your ass in gear and review! I miss you. :she digs her foot slightly into the ground, hands clasped behind her back, eyes and face in the perfect puppy dog look:
Arigatou, minna-san!
-Wareta Shooki
Last Edited 3 / 11 / 05
