Title: Dragon Wars
Spoilers: None what so ever.
Disclaimer: Don't own Yuugiou, and never will. However, I do own the character Hitomi, the idea for Dragon Wars (game and plot), and the laptop I'm typing at, slow thing that it is.
I want to bring attention to the fact that Riot is a REBD. Otherwise...things might get confusing, fast.
Review replies at bottom. (I remembered just in time! ;3 )
Notes:
'thoughts'
"talking"
Dog--bond shared
Cat--agility, defense
Rabbit--healing
Red-fire
Blue-cold
Yellow-energy
Purple-psychic
Green-gas
SIX
Jou was lying on his bed when he started to hear the odd sounds that were emanating from some other part of his room. It sounded like static.
After sending a cursory glance around the room, his eyes widened in sudden realization and he fairly galloped to his desk that his virtual headpiece sat on.
Gingerly picking up the slim device, he carefully walked back over the recently vacated bed and lay down upon the quilted cover that Shizuka had sent him for his birthday. Being carefully not to lay in any way that might cause kinks in his neck to form, he slid the small piece of gray plastic over his eyes, the sides pressing against his temples with an almost annoying degree of feather-light pressure.
Calming his mind, and closing his eyes, he felt the data filter into his senses, asking questions that his subconscious answered without bothering him.
After about a half a minute of 'bonding time', Jou gave the 'piece a mental shake to wake it up and alert it that he wanted to do something different than what his subconscious was informing it.
Letting his mind drift for a bit until the 'piece could process his request, he spread out tiny vines of curiosity to find out what the 'piece was doing.
The 'piece, he concluded, was completely thrown for a loop. He could sense the string of codes that boiled down to rudimentary confusion.
Jou let out an inward snicker.
Even though Kaiba might not seem human, his machines and programs sure as hell did.
The whole 'piece's processing systems ground to a halt, frozen in something akin to either fear or awe. Jou could sense a pinging in the very back of the machine, the higher processor of the whole thing.
It was getting agitated.
Right before Jou's soul was uprooted from his body, he could clearly hear another voice. A voice that made the rest of the system spring to life again with renewed vigor.
"YOU DOLTS! MOVE IT!"
Riot was pissed, and that was putting it mildly. Very mildly, in fact. He was of half a mind to go dragon and decimate the place.
"Insufferable idiots," he murmured angrily under his breath. He stood before another, hands on narrow, black-clad hips. His left red eye had taken a liking to twitching. "Well?" he seethed.
The 'young man' that sat behind the desk Riot had stopped in front of just cocked one eyebrow at him, continuing to eat the apple he held in his hand. His bright blue eyes mocked Riot, pale skin sent into a sharper contrast by the dark cloth his tunic was made of. He sat back further in his chair as he chewed on a bite of apple, fair hair rendered a gray with how light his skin was. His arm was draped casually across his stomach, left arm raised to hold the fruit to his eye level. He swallowed the apple. He seriously regarded what was left before shrugging and dispensing of it with a simple flick of the wrist. He then turned his once again smiling eyes back on the other dragon.
Riot's eyes by now had narrowed, teeth sharpening in anger. Barely perceptible jets of smoke slid out of his nose, the nostrils themselves flaring. "Ballistic," he hissed. "Even if your master may treat mine horribly, that same right does not extend to you."
Ballistic knitted his hands together, a tight-lipped smirk covering his lips. "Oh?" he drawled. "I say they do."
Riot snarled, starting to prepare to slide into his dragon form. He disregarded the fact that he would loose to a Blue Eyes.
Ichigo just rolled her eyes at the fellow dragon that was currently roaring his anger somewhere down the hallway. Turning her eyes to the dragon of like make beside her, she indicated the two warring dragons down the hallway with a simple lift of the chin. "Think we should keep them from destroying each other?"
The other Blue Eyes just shrugged his shoulder and took a drink from his coffee. He set his mug down. "I think it's about time that Ballistic got put in his place. He's gotten cocky over the past three thousand years..."
Ichigo nodded before she took a drink from the others' mug. "True. What'd he do, anyway?"
"He muddled the system up so that it was harder to push the Mage into the virtual world."
Ichigo's eyes flared, a vein in her jaw twitching. She then turned and stormed off, throwing over her shoulder something to the equivalent of 'see what happens when he messes with my master!'
He gave a small knowing smile as he watched her storm down the hallway. He gave a small snort into his coffee at the idea of the imperfect Blue Eyes (whose eyes were actually pink) and hot-tempered Red Eyes against the glory of the three High Priest's dragons.
Two fire dragons would do well against an ice one.
Jou blinked at suddenly being pitched forward before his natural sense of balance kicked in and caught himself.
Bent over with one hand on his knee, the other occupied with rubbing his eye, he didn't see the form that floated next to him, nor did he see the brunet that leaned against the wall, watching him, comparing Jou's slim frame with that of the moderatorform.
After about a minute, Jou looked up, surprised to see Kaiba of all people standing there. Then again, this was his game...
Straightening, he slowly approached Kaiba, fully aware that he was completely on the others' homeground, and was unprepared for anything that Kaiba might throw at him.
Kaiba grinned, eyes suddenly flicked to the side. "Watch out," he murmured.
Jou didn't have time to ponder that before his was glomped by moderator-Mokuba and his over-enthusiastic dragon. Which currently looked a lot like a normal-Mokuba after being stuck in a freezer overnight.
After Jou let out an 'Umph!' as the air was squished out of his stomach, Kaiba shooed them out, in favor of a slightly more serious area in which to get the preliminaries straight in.
Giving a straightening tug to his trench coat, Kaiba drew attention to the moderatorform that was still floating, tail and ears sometimes twitching.
Watching Jou's face for any hint of what was going on behind those brown eyes besides being stunned, he didn't expect to see Jou hesitantly move out to touch the fabric covering the form, feeling the quality of the embroidery.
With a hesitance that he didn't show, he said,"I trust that it's satisfactory...?"
Review Replies
Kumori Sakusha formerly Saelbu: I have a feeling the wait was longer this time. I hope it was worth it...
CrossHunt-s: I am very rarely quick in typing. (sweatdrop) Trying to juggle too many stories at once, both fanfictions and Nanowrimo. I'm glad the detail came out good though. Thanks.
Fluffy137: Thanks, thanks, and I'll try. X3
Lil Nezumi: I'm glad you're happy. (dances along to 'Overlap')
Jen-chan: Yay! ...but Winamp has been mean lately as well...but I still would like the skin...(puppy eyes)
mandapandabug: Yeah, Seto likes Jou. I haven't determined whether or not he actually realizes it yet. Seto gave Jou freckles because he just thought it looked right, and the glasses bit are a bit of Khaki. So...Jou's moderatorform kind of looks like Jou, but then again, so does Khaki. And your poem was cute. I wish I could put smileys in here...Err..what I meant by the '...it took me a minute to read that. ;D' was that I had to re-read it several time to understand it. In a good way, mind you. (glomps) And thanks again for telling me about the chapters mess-up.
Silver Wing tamer: I think Seto wonder's why he spent sso much time on Jou's moderatorform as well. And sorry, but you're gonna have to wait for Jou's reaction (assuming 'stunned' isn't it) until next chapter. XD
Ranma Higurashi: (salutes) Updated!
Nachzes-Black Rider: (grins) He is, he is...and updated it is.
ime back: So you got this on the alert? (grins) I try not to be cliché in my ideas.
Yit-Ha: ER. Okay. :D
Well, that's it for this chapter. I didn't expect to take so long on the moderator bit. Oh well. I still really like this chapter. ;
-Glue