Title: Dragon Wars
Author: Glue Project
Long time, no see, ne? I've been a little stressed out lately. Anyway, here's the long over-due fourth installment of DW. I'm going to pull a bit off of the first chapter dialogue a bit.
Now to the notes, since I can't give you my handy little notecard. Seriously, I have a notecard to keep my story straight.

Disclaimer: ...okay. (looks at heading of page.) ...it reads Story : Dragon Wars...hmm... wonder what Fanfiction means...okay, so I do own Hitomi, Rogue Dragon, Loyal Dragon, the Plot, and the 'screen' names of all the characters. But that's different, ne?

Notes:
italics
'thoughts'
"talking"
Dog--bond shared
Cat--agility, defense
Rabbit--healing
Red-fire
Blue-cold
Yellow-energy
Purple-psychic
Green-gas

FOUR

Seto hadn't expected Khaki to have earned both a tail and glasses in such a short amount of time.

Khaki wasn't well coordinated to begin with. With two new hindrances to his fragile balance, he didn't stand a chance.

For that matter, neither did Seto.

Before either knew what the hell had happened, Seto was attempting to slow Khaki down.

Unbidden in his mind, a single definition sprung forth. 'An object in motion will stay in motion unless acted upon by an outside net force.' Another sentence sprang up a second later as Khaki collided with the taller boy.

'An object at rest will stay at rest unless acted upon by an outside net force.'

Before they knew it, Khaki had a ticket for two to see the floor.

Seto gave a startled yelp as he landed on his tail wrong.

---

Jou jumped as he was rocketed out of the virtual work and back into his own body.

With a frown, he adjusted his headset and was once again immersed in the scenery of the high-class library.

Now he was standing. The odd thing, however, was the fact that his form was still sprawled out on the library floor.

All in all, a glitch in the system was allowing him to be in two places at once.

He grinned. This might become useful if he could manipulate it to his advantage.

Steadying his breath, he solidified the stray form into the other and quickly scampered off of Sable's lap.

"Sorry," he grinned cheekily. "Kinda got logged out."

Sable's wits, which usually seemed to be in great abundance, had evidentially taken a holiday. His mouth worked wordlessly while red started to stain his face.

Jou just smiled further as he held out a hand for the other to take to help him off of the floor.

---

It had taken Seto several hours to finally collect his wits. He was somewhat miffed about that.

It shouldn't have taken that long. However, since the cause for his scattered brain had been at his elbow for the entirety of that time, he didn't beat himself up too bad.

He had realized something when Khaki had crashed into him.

Khaki looked a lot like Jounouchi.

It shouldn't have surprised him as much as it had. He had specifically designed the dog mages to all have a distinct look, and the yellow mages were a subdivision off of that. However...

The dragon-mages appearance also depended on what they looked like outside the game.

He shook his head. He was jumping to conclusions.

After all, who would thing the mutt capable of studying, let alone knowing what a 'score' was.

Did Seto really have fangirls?

Most importantly, was he as insulting as Khaki said he was?

He was going to have to change that.

Khaki had no reason to lie to him. He would believe Khaki.

---

Mokuba grinned as he patrolled his appointed streets. He could sense the dragon following him, and that gave him a bit of piece that he would usually only feel around his big brother.

I thank you for that high praise.

Mokuba grinned. 'Anytime, Rogue.'

Then you're serious?

'Yes.'

Mokuba could sense how happy he had just made the dragon.

---

Jou toyed with the end of his sleeve as he approached Kaiba. He chewed on his lip nervously as he re-thought his plan.

'Ask Kaiba if I can be a moderator. Ask Kaiba to please let me be a moderator once he tells me 'no'. Then commence 'begging' sequence. And finally wander off in defeat. Yeah. That sounds about right.'

He sighed. Yeah, this was really going to go well.

Well, now or never.

Jou took a deep breath. "Kaiba?"

The brunet whirled around, surprised to see the blond. However, he didn't show it, as usual, but he didn't mock the other either, that of which Jou picked up on imedentally.

He didn't comment on it though.

At the prolonged silence, the brunet arched an eyebrow. It was his way of saying, 'You have my attention, now spill.' It should be noted that he didn't often give his attention out like that.

Jou happened to be more perceptive than most people thought him to be.

"I heard that you needed moderators?" There was a definite questioning lilt to his voice, begging the other to give the information up easily. Jou shifted where he stood, face tilted down in a mixture of shame and embarrassment. He didn't want to have to revert to asking his rival for a job.

Kaiba just studied him for a moment, eyes narrowing with a critical look instead of malice for once. It was a few moments later that his gaze let up and with a sigh , said, "Have you even played the game?"

Jou took note that the brunet's voice sounded tired, strained. As if he was asking out of his better judgement, and if he could, he wouldn't even come close to considering it. Slowly, he nodded. "Avidly."

Kaiba pinched the bridge of his nose. "Do you have a headpiece, or do you go to the arcade?"

Once again, a logical question. "I bought the headpiece bit about a week ago. The 'piece doesn't close." He gave a shadow of a grin before nervousness wiped it out again.

Kaiba gave a sullen nod. "That and you don't have to worry about who else has worn it." He let out another sigh. "Fine."

Jou blinked, not quite sure if he was comprehending correctly.

Kaiba, in the meantime, had opened his ever present laptop and had dailed into the

Dragon Wars server. Kaiba created a new profile and then looked up to Jou through his bangs. "Class?"

Great. Now he was going to get laughed at.

I hadn't actually planned on posting this now...but...meh, why not, ne?

Glue