Note: Oh... oh wow. I never expected this to get as much feedback as it did, and thank you, everyone who reviewed, and those who read it without reviewing- I know you're out there! This thing has 262 hits, which absolutely boggles my mind. 3 favs, and 5 alerts, too, on the first chap. That's more hits, favs, and alerts than Don't Touch Me, which has four chapters.

I must say, I'm a little breath-taken- I mean, no one's been reviewing my other ones when I update, so I thought this would be another 2 review flop. Thanks, everybody! And I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, though I'm sure it would be absolutely mad if I did, eh? And because you all make me so happy for being so enthusiastic, I'm updating right away. Oh, and it was my birthday yesterday! Whee! Sweet sixteen.

Oh, and Jonouchi has both the period before lunch and the period after in the same classroom with the same teacher. It happens- I would know. Kaiba also has both classes... much to Jonouchi's dismay.

Well, on with the fic, then. And you all get Kawaii-Pockies. :3

And 'Yammete!' means 'Stop it!'... I think. Correct me if I'm wrong.

A Different Kind Of Genius

Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel

Chapter Two

Kaiba Seto's cheeks flushed with heat as he glowered at the madly laughing blonde across the desk from him. "Yammete!" He growled, earning an even louder howl of laughter. Jonouchi's face was literally streaming with tears as he fought to control his chuckles, arms crossed over his waist, pressing down against the strain. He rolled forward in his seat, leaning against his desk, shaking uncontrollably. Kaiba growled, deep in his thought. "Yammete, makeinu! This is nothing to laugh about!"

He grabbed Jonouchi by the arm and yanked him out of his seat, rising to his full height in a smooth motion. Jonouchi's laughter subsided to hiccups, and he cast a wary glance up from the floor at the livid millionaire, wiping his tears from his cheeks. "What are you all bent into shape about, Kaiba?" he asked, breaking in mid-sentence with a sharp, bubbly hiccup. "It's no big deal. I don't care. I'm not going to go running around the school screaming 'Kaiba Seto's a pervert!', ne?" With that, he gave a little shrug and began rising to his feet.

Kaiba grabbed him and yanked him up. "Don't call me that," He spat quietly. "And don't talk so loud. I've got a lot more on a line than your idiot friend Honda." He glowered slightly, remembering the other brunette's obtuse flirting tactics, and shuddered. "I am not a 'pervert', simply because I prefer men, dobe."

The blonde rolled large brown eyes. "Ie, I'm not trying to insult you. You're just stupid." He grinned as Kaiba bared his teeth angrily. "And Honda was blatantly obvious- so no one was really surprised. But I've known about you for a while, so why are you suddenly worried I'll tell?"

His classmate stopped, and stared for a moment. "I'm not worrying about you telling," He said defensively. Jonouchi watched as he arched his neck protectively and tensed, hand tightening on the shorter boy's jacket collar. "What would make you think something like that?"

Jonouchi felt his mouth dry. Suddenly, he didn't feel so talkative- the last thing he needed was an even-more hostile Kaiba Seto prancing around him, paranoid, because he could tell what was going on behind the mask. He made a soft noise of dismissal, and tried to jerk his coat free. Kaiba's fist tightened until the knuckles whitened.

"Answer the question, Jonouchi," Kaiba said quietly- Jonouchi's eyes widened. He knew he was deep in the creek now- It was only when the millionaire felt truly threatened that he actually bothered to remind someone that he knew their name. The blonde squirmed, trying to free himself. "Answer the question, Jonouchi!" He snapped, grabbing the boy's wrist and wrenching it away from his arm, where it desperately attempted to assist his jacket's escape. He released the jacket and grabbed the other wrist as well, effectively immobilizing a squirming Jonouchi.

Jonouchi swallowed, trying to bring some moisture to his dry tongue, and stared out the window, fervently avoiding Kaiba's burning, questing glare. 'You will not bend to your greatest enemy,' he told himself strictly. 'Not even if he beats the shit out of you.'

Below window, he could see his apple where it had been knocked off his desk when Kaiba yanked him from his seat. A large chunk was missing from the upturned side, and a fly flitted about on the white flesh. 'Bastard ruined my lunch,' he thought vaguely, as Kaiba transferred both wrists into one long, large hand, and grabbed his chin.

Kaiba forced the blonde to face him. "Answer the question, Jonouchi," He hissed, blue eyes narrowed. Jonouchi stared blandly back at him, mouth set in a firm line.

"Is that all you can say, Kaiba?" He asked coldly, and jerked his chin from the large hand. For a moment, judging by the expression on the other boy's face, he feared Kaiba was going to punch him. He knew he was pushing his luck- Kaiba's left eye twitched slightly, and he was grinding his teeth almost imperceptively, lips pulled back slightly in a silent snarl.

Kaiba's jaw grinding stopped momentarily as he open his mouth to answer. "Only because you seem not hear, Jonouchi," He said, spitting out the name like a curse. "I think perhaps you need your hearing checked."

Jonouchi grinned a little, feeling the blood start pounding in his temples, filled with a manic, panicky energy as his instincts screamed at him to get the hell away. "I heard you. I just make it a point not to listen to stupid people asking stupid questions." He turned away slightly, back towards the apple and the fly.

Kaiba grabbed his chin again, and nearly crushed the small bones in his jaw, wrenching it back forward. The blood throbbed in the bruised flesh, and Jonouchi fought against wincing. He was a good judge of situations- it came with his personal empathy. He knew that his luck had just dropped him on his ass.

The school bell was a high, shrill repetitive ring, about two or more decibels too loud for comfort, but Jonouchi had never been so glad to hear it in his life. Kaiba dropped him convulsively, and sent him a glare that sent him a message that he could hear quite clearly in imagination. "This isn't over... Jonouchi." He shivered, and scrambled back into his seat, jamming his lunch back into his bag, and tidying the papers on which he was supposed to be writing lines on during lunch, trying ardently not to focus on his newly-made stalker, who had crossed behind him to sit in his seat a few desks away. He was fairly sure he could feel the boy's eyes on the back of his head. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid!' he chastised himself. 'What were you thinking, revealing that you know? He'll kill you!' He began to organize his desk distractedly, still shivering from shock and adrenaline.

The teacher, who had entered without him noticing, stopped at his desk and stared down at him disapprovingly. "Never finished those lines, I see?"

He groaned, and dropped his head on his desk.

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The strap of Jonouchi's bag was entirely too thin for comfort in carrying such a large load, so it cut into his shoulder uncomfortably as he walked home from school. A small shiver crept across his scalp.

For the rest of the class, he could see Kaiba's reflection in the window- and that reflection was staring directly at him, which meant that Kaiba was staring into the window knowing that he was staring into the window at the brunette, and that idea made him infinitely more nervous. He could feel a shudder go up his side when the boy passed, watching him silently out of the corner of his eye, hostile. He walked more quickly down the sidewalk, feeling internally harassed.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed something, and spun. Nothing. He rubbed his arms roughly and shook his head quickly back and forth, trying to clear it. 'He's driving you insane, Katsuya...' He told himself, feeling slightly panicked. 'Clear your mind... this is an irrational reaction to the afternoon's shock.' He hurried along the sidewalk at a slightly faster pace, glad to see that his apartment building was looming over a few shorter buildings, only a few blocks away.

A chill crept slowly up his spine as his strides lengthened and quickened, leaving him feeling as though someone was virtually breathing down his neck, but on the occasions he spun around to check, there was nothing but innocent looking trees and the odd parked car. He rubbed his arms through his sleeves.

As he gratefully unlocked the door to his apartment, feeling soothed after a seemingly endless and harrowing trip, a hand lay quietly on his shoulder. He froze, eyes locking on a small woodchip that had somehow worked its way loose of the wood of the door.

"Katsuya?" A rough voice asked behind him, sounding bewildered. He relaxed instantly, and turned around.

"Hai, Otou-san?" He asked, smiling at the currently sober, stocky little man that was his father. He froze at the sight of who was standing behind Jonouchi Tanaka.

"This young man said he wants to talk to you, Katsuya. Is he a friend of yours?" He asked, looking a trifle bewildered at the loomingly tall boy behind him, and at Jonouchi's now white face.

"No," he said quickly, yanking the door open behind him, grabbing his father and shoving him inside. "He must have the wrong person." He slammed the door shut behind him and pulled all the locks shut, white as a sheet of paper. Jonouchi Tanaka looked at him, wide-eyed.

"Katsuya...?" He asked hesitantly, for once startled out of any kind of violent reaction. Jonouchi grabbed him by the shoulders urgently.

His face was drawn tight against the bones of his skull with anxiety as he looked down on the older man. "Listen, Otou-san. If you see that man, stay away from him! He's..." He searched for words desperately, vocabulary stunted by emotion tension. "...he's stalking me." At Tanaka's wide-eyed expression, he squeezed his shoulders, suddenly realizing how true it was that Kaiba Seto could cause a great deal of trouble, and pose a very real danger to his father, who already had enough trouble getting employed.

Tanaka nodded slowly. "Hai, Katusya..." He said quietly. "What did you do?" The pointed question came as no surprise to Jonouchi, who was well-used to the probing mind of his father.

"I knew something I shouldn't of." He watched Tanaka nod slowly, with his lips pursed tightly.

The shorter man finally responded a few long moments later, reaching up and patting Jonouchi's shoulder. "Watch yourself, Katsuya. And keep the door locked- I have to work tonight. They've changed me to night-shift, but I get a pay-raise. ...And watch who you make as an enemy- you're lucky you didn't get anyone with the resources to ruin you."

"Arigato, Otou-san," He said formally to the older man, but grimacing internally. 'If you only knew...'

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