A/N: I just watched Aladdin and I noticed a few things. The scepter that Jafar controls people with seems just like Marik's Millennium rod. And when Jasmine is stuck in the hour glass it's just like when Mai is stuck in the hour glass. Isn't that weird?
Catalyst of Emotion
Chapter 2
Ignorance is bliss, but I'm sure that whoever said that didn't mean this. Jou didn't say one word to Seto at school, not even in a perverse attempt fight. And neither did Seto. Seto acted as if the whole ordeal never occurred. And so did Jou.
Thus, as fate would have it, their paths happened to collide again.
Seto had been interrupted during lunch by an urgent phone call and was just now heading back to class. Jou just happened to be late to class, for a reason that remains unknown. Both boys were walking exceedingly slow, though for two extremely different reasons. Seto was heading to drama, which under different circumstances might have been a worthwhile course, but since they were currently performing The Christmas Carol and Seto had been chosen to play Scrooge, it only ended up being ironic. Jou was acting under his philosophy that if you were already late to class what difference does it make if you're any later? Jou happened to be walking to English which happened to be – that's right, you guessed it – right by the drama room.
And as both boys turned the corner they happened to run into each other.
Seto had been holding some business papers which he hadn't bothered to put back into his briefcase – and needless to say these papers went flying. Jou just did this weird kind of roll, one which if any gym teacher had been watching they would have made him join the gymnastics team, if any such team existed.
"What the hell-" Jou stopped abruptly as he realized the person he ran into was none other than Seto Kaiba. He stared nervously at Seto and couldn't help but remember the last time… well, the last time their paths crossed.
"Mutt?" Seto snorted before muttering something about how it was obvious why Jou wasn't a guide dog.
"It was as just as much your fault as it was mine," Jou retorted. "Maybe you need a guide dog." Seto had picked up most of the papers he had dropped and was just standing there, watching at the blonde.
"You offering?" He smirked. Jou stood and looked Seto in the eye, almost as if he were trying to stare him down. Neither said anything. They didn't need to.
Seto, with his free hand, grabbed Jou around the neck and kissed him, pressing him closer as he did so. Jou let Seto pull him closer – even though that should be theoretically impossible. He kissed him back vigorously, letting his arms wind up around Seto's neck as he tried desperately to gain control of the kiss. Alas, Seto was not going to let that happen.
Seto dropped the papers he was holding and let them fall to the floor once again. He slammed, though somewhat gently, Jou up against the wall. He slipped his hands around Jou's slender waist. He kissed Jou again; though this time the kisses were deeper somehow.
They kissed each other and time ceased to exist.
Then Seto paused momentarily to get a glimpse of those brown eyes. That was his mistake. He saw something in those eyes that he shouldn't have seen, something that he couldn't bear to see. And it made him afraid. Afraid that the same thing was in his eyes.
Jou took control of the situation. He managed to get out from Seto's grip and push him against the wall. Now he was in control. And Seto didn't care much as he was still… recovering. But Seto had to push those thoughts out of his mind temporarily – and quickly – because Jou wasn't going to let Seto ignore him.
Seto nipped Jou's neck, causing Jou to whimper; out of pain or out of pleasure it remains to be said though it was probably a little of both. Jou paused and smiled at those cold blue eyes that were – hypocritically enough – not so cold anymore. He then kissed Seto softly, gently, chastely even.
Then the bell rang.
Literally. And that's how Seto and Jou skipped class on that fateful afternoon.
Upon hearing the bell, Jou practically squeaked before quickly grabbing his backpack and scampering to his next class. He had no idea what had happened, again. Though he did feel slightly triumphant in the fact that this time he left first.
Seto, on the other hand, stared at Jou as he left, wondering what that last kiss meant. But, he didn't bother thinking too hard for he didn't know what any of those kisses meant. He sighed and looked down to see all of his papers on the ground. He sighed once more and started to pick up the papers yet again.
A/N: Do Seto or Jou act out of character? Does anything seem rushed? Comments are welcome and encouraged.
Thank you for reading.
