Author Notes: My apologies for taking so freakin' long, but I've been rather lazy and some other shit that you probably don't hear about… so onto other things!
disclaimer: nope… damn…
notes/warnings: dreams and/or sequences are not in chronological order, SetoJou, general weirdness, probable OOC-ness, language, more flashbacks/dreams, and the like…
To all my reviewers, thank you so much! Your encouragement keeps me writing! And to answer one of your questions, the supposed 'thoughts' in italics are, for now, a 'voice' in Jou's head… but all will later be explained. Thanks again!
Oh, and mucho thanks to Evi-chan (yes, dear! I'm calling you that an' you can't do nothing! Payback! Mwahahaha…) for yelling at me and getting me up off my lazy ass to update this fic, heh… -.-;;
And without further adieu…
Shatter
By: Scelerus Animus
Chapter two
Welcome to Reality
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Dazed and stars still spinning around his head, Jounouchi met the irritated cerulean gaze of the person into whom he had just crashed and knocked over. Shaking his head to rid the dizziness from his mind, he blinked and once again met the same ruthless gaze, which now had transferred into a full-blown glare.
"Eh… heh, hey Kaiba," he said, flushing slightly and absently scratching the back of his head. "How's it goin'?"
Squirming nervously as the only response he received was a fiercer glare, Jounouchi realized that he was straddling the currently fuming CEO's abdomen, which was only covered in a white, button-up shit, sleeves rolled up, Kaiba's trademark trench coats nowhere to be found. Once again, faint red stained his cheeks and he frantically wiggled, this time trying to maneuver off the CEO lying flat on his back with a glare that could freeze Hell itself.
But, as if sensing the blonde's intentions, Kaiba swiftly sat up, causing Jou to pause, surprised, in his anxious movements and slide down the CEO's slim body until he straddled the brunet's lap. Easily and fluidly, the brunet pinned Jounouchi's hands, palms down, to the warm sidewalk so he would have no chance in escaping.
A sound, somewhere between a squeak and a hiss, sounded through the moist summer air as the scorching cement burned the rough skin of Jounouchi's palms. Callously ignoring the blonde's discomfort, Kaiba leaned toward Jou until they were practically nose-to-nose, a sneer forming at the corner's of his mouth and his cerulean eyes glinting maliciously beneath the intense afternoon sun.
"Tell me, mutt, what are you doing here?" he murmured, his voice soft, almost like silk, yet Jou was wary of the deceiving tone and, especially, of Kaiba's dangerous smirk that promised the blonde countless pain and torture.
Deciding to switch tactics, Jounouchi retorted, "Wha'd ya mean, what am I doin' here, Kaiba? 'Dis is th' park, a public place da last time I checked, and you woul' neva' go to a place where mere commoners such as me socialize. Pft."
Kaiba looked evenly at the blonde, as if suddenly disinterested with what was being said.
"I was looking for you," he replied coolly.
Jounouchi blinked. Then he blinked again.
"Eh?"
Absentmindedly, he tossed deep golden hair out of his eyes as if trying to get a closer look at Kaiba, though said person was still barely an inch away from his face.
Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, Kaiba merely murmured "Idiot" and released one of Jounouchi's hands. With fierce and forceful movements, Kaiba's pale, delicate hand dug harshly into Jou mussed golden locks and, unexpectedly, crushed his lips to the blonde's. Shock reverberated through Jounouchi's mind, all other thoughts instantly melting beneath the blissful sensation of Kaiba's mouth ravaging his, brutally and deliciously.
One tanned hand instinctively curled around Kaiba's neck as Jounouchi hungrily pressed against the CEO's lither body. Now, Jounouchi having been jolted out of his stupor, lips and teeth heatedly clashed, fighting for dominance. Deepening the kiss, Kaiba bit violently down on Jou's bottom lip, running his tongue against the swollen flesh, teasing and taunting. Intoxicating vanilla invading his senses, Jounouchi gave in and allowed the feverous tongue to plunge into his mouth. Every crevice Kaiba seemed to want to explore and Jou didn't mind in the least as his dull nails dragged across the brunet's neck and back.
Neither one seemed to notice that they still were in a very public place where any passerby could see them.
As if both teenagers realized at the same time their persistent lack of oxygen, they broke apart. Breath mingling together in muted gasps, Jounouchi slowly lifted his hazy gaze to stare at Kaiba.
"Wh–what in th' Hell was dat for?" the blonde muttered between breaths.
Resting his forehead against Jou's, Kaiba smirked and replied, "It seems, mutt, according to my brat of a little brother, I have been ignoring you as of late, and seeing as how today, June fifth, is, once again according to him, our six-month anniversary, whatever the hell that means, he stole my laptop and refused to give it back unless I came and found you. I suppose this so-called anniversary shit is also the reason Mokuba knew you would be in the park, sulking."
Peering through faintly damp golden locks, Jounouchi glared at the CEO, his mouth suddenly twisting into a scowl. "An' is dat th' only reason ya came t' find me?"
Amused, Kaiba bent his head to tauntingly kiss Jou on the nose and chuckled softly. "And what if it is, pup?"
Jerking away from the CEO and attempting to escape his unyielding grasp, Jounouchi growled, "Why I outta—"
But he was cut off as Kaiba, using the pale hand that still grasped Jounouchi's golden locks, forced their foreheads together once more. "Shut up, pup," he murmured, cerulean eyes glittering and mouth still curved into an amused smirk, "besides, I wanted to come, as well."
Jounouchi stopped struggling and stared at Kaiba. "Really?"
Kaiba raised an elegant eyebrow. "I do not repeat myself, mutt."
However, that seemed to be enough for Jou, for he lunged himself at the brunet and kissed him zealously. Yet, their kiss was abruptly ended, as Jounouchi suddenly pulled away with a small yelp.
"Fuck!" he said, wrenching his hand, still pinned against the burning sidewalk, from beneath Kaiba's palm. He shook it vigorously, trying to banish the burning sensation which seemed to light his palm on fire. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Damn fuckin' sun and th' damn fuckin' sidewalk! Dat friggin' hurts!"
"Oh, stop that, mutt," interrupted Kaiba, snatching Jou's flailing hand out of the air to inspect the damage. The tender skin on Jou's palm was dirty, puffy, and overly red. In one bottom corner of his palm, the skin was shiny and glistening, a burn mark already scarring the sensitive skin.
"Owwww!" Jou whined. "Look what ya did, Seto! Dat friggin' hurts!"
Kaiba gave Jounouchi a blank look. "Idiot."
"Meanie!" pouted Jou.
Sighing, Kaiba gently brought the stinging palm to his lips and pressed a kiss to the raw skin. "Better, mutt?"
Grinning, Jou nodded in satisfaction, for now at least. "A little," he said, honey-brown eyes mischievous, "but ye're still gonna hafta make it up to me later."
Kaiba merely shook his head in resignation and kissed Jounouchi on the lips once more.
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Coldness suddenly coursing through his veins like bitter ice, he started to fall… farther and farther away from the light, the warmth… till darkness completely surrounded his mind and he couldn't escape… never escape…
…never… never… never…
And then he landed.
"Fuck!" Jou said with a start, jolted awake as he crashed to the freezing cement from the wooden bench on which he had previously been dozing. Reacting instinctively from all his gang years, he rolled over, poised as if ready for a sudden attack. Realizing that none came, he collapsed onto the cold cement, gasps shallow and heart racing.
"Fuck…" he said again, this time just a murmur, barely louder than his unsteady breathing. He rolled over, once again, and stared dazedly at the night sky glittering above him. A shiver passed down his body.
For such high, sweltering temperatures during the day, it was so bitterly cold when the sun had finally departed from the Heavens. Damn weather.
"A dream…" he murmured to no one in particular, "nah… just a memory, from… from da other day…"
Oh, is the little puppy homesick already? Does he miss his master, will he run home to him, tail between his legs? Like the worthless, sniveling creature you are, ne Jou-chan?
"Shut up!" screamed Jounouchi, sitting up in a flash, his voice echoing loud and emptily across the dark vacant park. "I shouln' hafta go back t' fuckin' Kaiba an' apologize! I didn' do anyt'ing wrong!"
Didn't you?
"Fuckin' hell… wait…" he mumbled, running his hands through his golden locks with stabbing frustration, nearly pulling chunks out in the process, "who da hell am I talkin' to? …No… nobody… no one's here… shit…"
Always the astute one, ne little Jounouchi? So, tell me, if there isn't anyone around you, to whom are you speaking? Has your twisted little mind finally decided on acknowledging me yet?
"Dammit, dammit, dammit," muttered Jounouchi, clutching his head and rocking slightly.
It was the cold. Gotta be the goddamned cold. Yeah, it was messing with his head. He just had to get out of it. Go home. He would go home… or, at least, to the place which used to be his home… and hide. Go home and hide. From what?
From everything, little Jou-chan. You hide from reality in these fantasies, this dream you have created. Wouldn't you like to end this madness, disgraceful mutt? Look at what you have been reduced to. And all you have to do to end it all is wake up.
No. No, no, no… he didn't want to wake up.
Go home, that was what he wanted to do. Go home and hide until, hopefully, the storm ceased… because that was all he could do…
Now you are the liar, Katsuya…
And with that, Jounouchi stood up, albeit somewhat shakily, and exited the silent, lonely park.
Warm summer wind bit playfully at tanned skin as it whipped passed him in invigorating gushes and caused shining gold locks fly along for the wild ride. Sticking out his tongue, in the questionable resemblance to a dog, he yelled loudly, freely at the vast expanse of thriving green nothingness that lay before him. Not another soul was in sight on the narrow, two-lane road, which ran from the outlands of the never-silent city, far from the crazy freeways where loud, pounding traffic and devastating accidents were a common occurrence.
One hand letting go if the convertible's windshield, he raised his outstretched fingers toward the blue Heavens as if trying to touch the soothing white clouds of paradise. The blazing afternoon sun beat down on his relaxed face. Wind continued to flow freely through his thrashing hair, and his plain white t-shirt flapped uncaringly as the violent, carefree air rushed passed him. Mouth open wide, he yelled once again, feeling the absolute sensation and power of being free from nosy people and their greedy voices.
He could like this forever. Free.
Yet his wild call was abruptly cut off as he was harshly pulled back into the black leather seat by a forceful hand that had grabbed the back of his white tee.
"Mutt, I know you can't control your natural canine instincts, but for once keep you whole body in the car and sit still," commanded a smooth voice beside Jounouchi as he fell roughly onto the leather seat with a small pout in protest.
Damn. For a second, the blonde had forgotten he wasn't totally alone.
"Awe, Kaiba," whined Jou, turning to the heartless CEO, "ye're no fun."
Kaiba Seto merely kept his impassive cerulean eyes, which at the moment were hidden behind a pair of more-than-likely extremely expensive sunglasses, focused on the road and didn't bother to respond to the blonde's whining. After all, he was used to it.
With another pout directed at the CEO, Jou crossed his arms sourly and slumped in his seat. Picturesque scenery flashed rapidly passed honey-brown eyes as he turned to stare at it, intending to completely ignore the lackluster bastard beside him. And really, it was a stunning scene, the lush grass, gorgeous flowers, trees, and plants the blossomed for miles on end—and of course the sound of the ocean (which he refused to look at for the moment, since it was on the other side of Kaiba) breaking melodically against the cliffs only added to the bliss.
But, eventually… Jounouchi became bored. What? Very few things could keeps his attention for an extended period of time.
Hoping that the CEO wouldn't notice, Jounouchi tried to sneak a glance at Kaiba… not so successfully since he ended up staring at him anyway, but eh, it was worth the try.
Beautiful. Definitely.
In Jou's personal opinion, this view was a better than the passing countryside or the sparkling white waves. Honey-brown eyes followed the elegant curve of Kaiba's jaw appreciatively, and he decided that this was a much better view.
"Mutt, you're starting to drool," Kaiba said, emotionless blue eyes never once leaving the road.
At least, as far as Jounouchi could tell with those stupid glasses covering Kaiba's eyes, they never left the road.
Brows furrowed slightly, Jou continued to stare at Kaiba's form, lithe and elegant, perfectly postured as if he owned the entire world (which, Jou offhandedly mused with a snort, Kaiba probably thought he did).
Jounouchi had the sudden urge to poke him, just to see if he could get a reaction out of the indifferent CEO. No wonder Honda always called Kaiba such a stiff, seriously, he was like a friggin' icicle. (Jou was blatantly ignoring the fact that he had also called Kaiba a stiff on several occasions.)
Smirking slightly, an idea suddenly popped into Jou's head (which wasn't often, mind you, at least not good ideas, though that was not saying this was good idea either). Like Jounouchi cared if it was a good idea or not. Screw that.
Shifting into until he was pressed against Kaiba's side, nearly draped over him like a lazy pet would, Jounouchi breathed against the small hairs of Kaiba's neck, a rather sensitive spot, Jounouchi had learned.
Kaiba twitched and Jou's smirk grew.
"Mutt," Kaiba growled, through clenched teeth, "what are you doing?"
"Awe, Seto," Jounouchi purred close to Kaiba's ear, "whatcha talkin' 'bout?" He planted a teasing kiss beneath Kaiba's ear, nipping at the lobe playfully.
"Mutt."
"Yes…" Jou trailed a few taunting kissed against Kaiba's neck, taking in the peculiar but intoxicating smell that was the brunet's, almost like vanilla. "…master."
Kaiba almost jerked at that one, and Jounouchi softly chuckled into the crook of the brunet's neck, running his nose lightly against pale, delicious skin. Oh, the blonde was enjoying this way too much.
His hand had found the brunet's thigh, and Jou traced seemingly random but intentional patterns across the crisp cloth of Kaiba's slacks while he continued to trail soft, teasing kisses across Kaiba's neck.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jou could see the brunet's knuckles become whiter as he gripped the steeling wheel fiercely.
"Mutt," the snarl came, low and lethal. "what are you doing?"
"Thanking you," Jounouchi said, breathing against Kaiba's warm skin, his hand having traveled more toward Kaiba's inner thigh.
"For what?"
"For lettin' us get away, far, far away."
There was a pause, and then a barely audible sigh.
"Silly mutt."
Twisting his body slightly, Kaiba turned to look at Jounouchi directly. With one hand, he swiftly grabbed Jou's chin and kissed him. It was short, but so utterly sensuous that Jounouchi couldn't breathe, his breath having caught in his throat.
And then Kaiba released him and turned back to the road, a small smirk at the curve of his lips.
That rather goofy, crooked grin lightly playing on his lips, Jounouchi leaned back against the leather seat and let the warm sun pleasantly beat down on him, content.
Silly, silly mutt… yes, isn't this a pleasant dream in which you live? But this didn't happen, did it? My poor, poor pup… Do yoi know what I want, Jou-chan? For you to wake up from this horrid place and then, maybe, in reality, both your precious Kaiba and you could go on this trip that he promised you… all you have to do is wake up… please… wake up…
In the light doze that he was not aware had come over him, Jou shifted uncomfortably, a sudden chill trickling down his spine, like haunting fingers.
That voice… it was different… almost sad… pleading…
…please…
Dizziness enveloped his mind in a white fog, so blaring, so sterile, chocking, he wanted to chock on this icy mist that traveled through his veins like a burning drug. Colors spun in tantalizing swirls, meshing and converging in a Picasso-like painting. Whispers haunted his mind, whispers that seemed so distant and faraway—was he really dreaming?
Pleads and cries in pain and sadness? Why was everyone so sad? Had he done something? Why was everyone crying? Why was everyone so utterly sad? Why were the walls white and what was that loud beeping sound that nearly drowned out everybody else's pained cries?
Where was he?
Where?
…why was everyone so sad…
"Katsuya, please, pup… wake up, please…"
The blaring honk of a horn was their only warning.
Jou's head, which had become lax on the leather seat as he drifted amongst dreams and reality, snapped forward and, for a brief moment, his eyes met desperate cerulean.
"Jou…"
And then two spheres of blinding yellow enveloped his vision, like a pair of sweltering suns… the devil's eyes.
The screams became louder, echoed and filled with anguish in his mind…
The devil's eyes, a yellowish inferno that would swallow him whole, rushed toward him at a speed that seemed inconceivable and one that seemed as slow as a snail's, as if he was trapped in some sort of time warp of reality—a dream, a nightmare.
Then his world spun once more and the ocean was before him, beautiful, white and ever-so deadly.
Iciness struck his body like a Tsunami that threatened to obliterate a whole country, tearing at him, ripping him, shattering him… until he broke, until he cried to be released from this nightmare.
He was dreaming, right? Artic-like water filled his lungs, and he was drowning.
Where was Seto? Seto? Where?
…Fading into the icy black abyss where Jou's fantasized whiteness couldn't reach.
"Seto!"
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"Seto!"
Sweat trickling down his forehead and chest heaving, Jounouchi awoke once again. Honey-brown eyes snapped wide open and blinked rapidly as if to erase the images from his racing mind. Golden locks that shined like the sun stuck damply to his temples and around his wide, disturbed, dazed eyes. He gasped, trying to draw enough breath, but couldn't, as if something constricted his lungs, something filled them and made it impossible for him to breathe.
Images of the previous dream—or had that been reality while this was merely a dream?—still flashed before his eyes, imprinting themselves in his mind. His surroundings were unknown to him, such in a haze, a dreamy haze, was his mind entrapped.
And what entraps your mind, little puppy? Do you not entrap your own mind? My poor, poor mutt, so confused so lost in this dream he has created and now… now you cannot tell dream from reality, can you? Silly fool…
"Jounouchi! Jou-niisan! Are you okay? Jou-niisan!" As the frantic, slightly high-pitched voice penetrated through his troubled trance, Jou realized his world was moving and spinning. Shaking.
And someday… someday it will break… or, wait, has it not already been smashed, shattered into thousands of little tiny pieces that can never be repaired by glue or otherwise? Such a fragile heart, the heart of a sentimental fool living in a dream…
"Oi! Mokuba!" Jou said, trying to escape the black-haired boy's hands as he tried to shake the death out of him. Unconsciously, the blonde dug his hands into his wild blonde hair as if in discomfort or pain. "Ya can stop shakin' me now! I'm 'wake! I'm 'wake!"
"Jou-niisan…?" Mokuba said hesitantly as if not really sure that Jounouchi had come back to the real world yet. "Jounouchi! Jeez, don't scare me like that!" scolded the twelve-year-old after he had finally been assured that Jounouchi was in his right mind. "You wouldn't answer me, just staring off into space! And you looked like you were having a bad dream!"
"Ah, kid, " Jounouchi grumbled, giving him a lopsided grin as he tiredly lay back down, his thumping hearty having calmed down and ragged breath evened out. Yet, still, despite the reassuring smile he gave Mokuba, the images still played in his mind, over and over again. "Ya ain't got nuthin' to worry 'bout. I'm fine. Nuthin' da matter."
Yet, don't the images repeat in your mind continuously, and they will haunt your very existence until you try to come to terms with them… till you wake up to the real world and give up this fantasy upon which you so desperately depend…Slow little Jou-chan…
Mokuba gave him a pointed look, not fooled for a second. "Then why are you sleeping on the couch?"
Jou sat up once more, realizing that he was indeed sleeping on a couch. Huh, imagine that. Oh—wait, now he remembered why he was here. Damn it.
Placing his hands on his small hips, as if a mother scolding her child, Mokuba continued, "And in a living room in the East Wing, which you know is never used."
"Uhh…" Jou started, trying to think of a good excuse.
"You and niisama had a fight, didn't you?" accused the small black-haired boy. Jou mentally cursed him for being too damn smart for his age.
"No! We just… uhh… just…" Jou hurriedly said, still not able to think of a plausible explanation.
"Yes! I know you two did! I know it!" interrupted Mokuba, diminishing any chances for Jou to protest. "And you've been gone sooo looong, Jou-niisan, leaving me with no one to play with! I've missed you! Why were you gone so long, Jou-niisan?"
Mokuba eyes were large and watery now, almost desperate and pleading, which surprised Jounouchi. He hadn't been gone that long, a couple days at the most.
"Hey, hey, c'mon Mokuba," Jounouchi hurriedly said, trying to comfort the raven-haired boy, "I've only been gone a couple o' days, like I said, nuthin' ta worry 'bout."
This time, Mokuba gazed at Jounouchi through wide sorrowful green eyes, lightly shaking his head, as if in pity.
"Silly, silly Jou-kun…" he murmured, voice soft and without his usual, seemingly never-ending exuberance. His tone was so cheerless and distressed—utterly miserable.
Alarm flashing in his eyes, Jounouchi sat up a little straighter to gaze questionably at the younger kid. "Mokuba, what's da matter? Is something wrong wit' yer brother? Why d'ya keep saying it's been s'long since I saw ya?" Urgency crept in his voice, fear implanting it's little seed.
Mokuba just continued to shake his head in an empathic manner, as if too feeling how lost Jou was. "There's something wrong with niisama; he misses you so much, Jou-niisan, I know it. He sees you every day but you're still never really there and it kills him, I think, I know, Jounouchi," Mokuba whispered in the darkness, quietly but rushed as if he didn't have much time, wide green eyes begging and filled with despair. "But I don't know who to be more worried for, niisama… or you, Jou-niisan. You're back, but I don't know if he can believe it, he can't let go, can't give yup hope, but it kills him each day, Jounouchi. You were there and then you were gone, and I don't think niisama can handle you being gone forever."
"S–Seto?" Jounouchi stuttered. "What's killin' him, Mokuba!" Jounouchi demanded desperately, grabbing his shoulders. "What?"
"Jou-niisan…" he murmured somberly, eyes filled with such emotion that rooted a worm-like fear in Jou's mind.
"What?" Jou yelled fearfully, honey-brown eyes frantic.
"…You…"
"Wh…" Jou whispered, relasing Mokuba's shoulders and falling against the back of the coach, eyes empty and his constant glimmer of life stifled. "No, no, no… b–but… no…"
"You're killing him, Jounouchi-niisan… please, save him, please…"
Awe, how sweet, the kid wants you to save your so-called bastard boyfriend. …So will you, mutt, wretched excuse for a human, as in the words of your same lover? …Can you, Katsuya? The question that jeers at you with the lethal head of a cockatrice: How can you save him when you can't even save yourself from a pitiful dream that you have created as an escape from the real world… from life and time, death and love… how can you even begin to save your beloved lover, the one person who you pathetically love—yes little Jounouchi, you love him, I know—above all, when you are so absolutely lost, yourself? Tell me, little Katsuya, how can you end his suffering? I know you know…
"…I hafta wake up," Jounouchi whispered to vast living room, voice echoing hollowly off the dusty, cobweb-covered walls. "But no… no… no! I can't wake up! I can't! I'm not dreaming! No… can't wake up!""
Confused, his mind a whirling of thoughts… images… memories… clashing and shattering. He clutched his head, hope having vanished in that vile mist which occupied his mind, like a some kind of predator, waiting in the most shadowed depths. Yet he did not whether that lecherous mist was truly reality or just a dream…
Images burned in his mind, as if carved and set into the cortex, yet, no longer, was the sun shining and skies blue.
Rain hammered.
Lightning flashed.
Thunder roared, as a fiend from Hell.
And there was no Kaiba to be seen.
Even so, those beams, like eyes from some wicked beast, smoldering through the darkness with a gross yellow light… a malevolent beast that approaches him with a ruthless hunger…
Wake up, little Jou-chan, it's the only way to save both your precious Kaiba and yourself… Or, if not, then you have to sleep… a deep sleep which your will drift in eternally, though, perhaps, this will completely destroy your treasured Kaiba, if you where to destroy yourself, ne? …But then, he was the one who shattered and destroyed you in the first place, ne? So the guilt of your destruction will be his own? My, my, revenge is sweet, ne, Katsuya, your revenge?
"No!" hu muttered, trembling. "Kaiba's a bastard… yeah, but he can't die… I'm not killin' him, I'm not killin' nobody, not killin' Kaiba… can't be, can't be… no!"
What a twisted little dream, you have dreamt… this fantasy you believe to be reality is nothing more then an illusion of the mind, an escape for the soul…and it will be your end…
"Jou-niisan…"
"Mokuba?" whispered the blonde, raising his head to stare at the twelve-year-old, but the raven-haired boy had already traveled, like a ghost, soundless and almost seemingly untouchable, across the room, his figure silhouetted in the doorway of the shadowed room.
Cocking his head and almost pleading look in his large blue eyes, he said, "Just thought you should know, Jounouchi, niisama's still up and working in his office. Please… you've been gone so long… he needs you, please… Jou-niisan" And then he disappeared.
Little shattered puppy… what is he going to do now?
Shuddering with exhaustion and chills that icily crept done his spine like phantom fingers, Jounouchi clutched his still slightly damp golden locks once more.
Pathetic, worthless little Jou-chan, who couldn't handle reality and now suffers in a dream that will devour him… Foolish puppy… what are you going to do…
"I… I don't know…"
Honey-brown eyes were squeezed shut and a bead of icy sweat dripped onto the leather coach.
Even now, images—of reality or a dream?—still flashed through his mind.
More Notes (otherwise known as author's endless babbling): So concludes chap two of this… totally warped, wtf?-confusing story of mine. Probably another chap or two until the end and all will be answered! Finally. Heh, mou… Thanks for reading!
Reviews are food for the author and are greatly appreciated!
So until next time…
Ja ne! (:
– SA