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Well, I know I've taken a bit longer to update- that's because I have school again, so hey, you know the story. But this story now has 1379 hits! I love you people! 333 And 15 favs, and 20 alerts! You all get a kiss on the cheek from this- as of a few days ago- faded bright pink-haired authoress. Half of it looks kinda whitish-pink now...

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A Different Kind Of Genius

Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel

Chapter Four

Jonouchi opened the door slowly, left arm tensed and at the ready, when he peered out, even someone as short-sighted as he couldn't miss the bright blue eyes three inches from his face. He yelled and slammed the door shut again. Kaiba swore, muffled, behind the door- the blonde knew why; he had felt the wood vibrate as it smashed against the other boy's nose. "Next time," He said, voice shrill with startlement, "MOVE THE HELL AWAY FROM THE DOOR!"

He felt, more than he heard, Kaiba's muffled laughter. "All right," The millionaire said, his voice receding as he said it. "I'm away." Jonouchi felt a pang of suspicion- surely a man of Seto Kaiba's temperament would've exploded with anger at this insolence from a rival? Let alone him, a 'lowly commoner'? He thought vaguely. A slightly sick feeling began to stir in his gut as his brain ran into overdrive. 'Am I missing something here? He should be trying to strangle me... right?'

'No... you've got to accept it, Jonouchi,' He said back to himself. 'He's attracted to you, and you know it. You've seen the way he looks at you. Fuck it, you've seen him eyeing up your ass in the school changerooms in gym!' He shivered, hand still on the doorknob, eyes fixed on the distorted gold reflection peeking through his fingers. He slowly turned it again, shaken by the now-unearthed revelations of his unconscious mind. Arms stiff by his side, he walked out, eyes locked on Kaiba, walked with his back to the wall until he so far away in the room that the boy dissolved to a brown and gold blob, and stood there stoically. He saw movement and knew Kaiba was raising an eyebrow- it was what he did.

The blob grew as Kaiba walked towards him. He stood perfectly still, biceps tensed and sore with it, and fists clenched, eying the blob warily and getting a headache for it. The facial features firmed as he stopped about six feet from him, arms crossed, and, as he had expected, eyebrow raised. He squinted at him slightly- he was still slightly out of focus. Both of Kaiba's eyebrows shot upwards.

"You need glasses," the brunette said bluntly. Jonouchi felt heat wash up his face, and jerked slightly, forcing himself to widen his eyes, despite the growing headache it was giving him.

"I don't!' He sputtered, searching for a reasonable excuse. Kaiba snorted as each one came out sounding worse than the last, and with quick, fluid movements, was in his face like a blue-eyed cobra within moments.

He grinned toothily. "Can you see me now?" He asked, as the blonde yelped and fell backwards, smacking his already throbbing head against the wall. He scrambled to get up, but found himself hoisted to his feet by Kaiba's large, pale hands scooping him under the arms. He squirmed, and jerked his arms free, almost falling down again.

The glare Jonouchi shot his classmate was likely to be one of the most dangerous he had ever shot. "I can get up myself, you know," He snapped. "I might be short-sighted, but I'm not stupid or lame." He stuck his tongue out childishly and tried to manoeuver around Kaiba. The brunette watched him as he climbed over the couch to get around him, snorted, and walked over to the door and leaned on it. Jonouchi's face fell.

'I should've known he'd be too bright to think I was heading to the kitchen,' he scolded himself. 'Dammit.' He reluctantly sat down on the couch, glaring at the blurry shape at the door. "What do you want?" He asked rudely. Kaiba chuckled and approached him once more. He sat on the couch beside him, clearly in-focus again.

"How?"

The blonde blinked, thrown off. "Nani?"

Kaiba rolled his eyes impatiently. "How did you know I am homosexual?" Jonouchi's mouth formed a plush pale 'o'.

"Well," He started nervously, edging away. "You... eh... a lot of things..." Finally, he gave up. "Gaydar," He said simply. Kaiba's eyebrow rose. Gaydar? It said. "Gaydar," Jonouchi repeated.

Kaiba's eyebrows climbed nearly to his hairline. "Gaydar," He repeated disbelievingly. Jonouchi nodded. "Explain," he said, almost accusingly.

The blonde sighed, and ran his hand through his hair. "First off, I have to mention I'm bisexual," he began, dropping the hand from his hair and gesturing non-offensively with it.

"I know," Kaiba said dryly, eyebrow dropping slightly.

Jonouchi pounced on that. "That's exactly it- how did you know?" He asked pointedly. Kaiba shrugged one shoulder noncommitally.

"I just did."

Jonouchi nodded. "That's gaydar," he explained. "You just instinctively know who is, and who isn't."

Kaiba's eyebrows receding back to their natural position, which was high enough already. "Ah... so instinctual identification," he said coolly, crossing his arms. Jonouchi shrugged, with a How should I know? expression on his face.

"I don't know the words for these things," he told the millionaire, feeling self-conscious under the scrutinizing blue gaze as Kaiba's eyebrows threatened to disappear upwards once more. "I just... know them. From what people do... say... how they say it. Empathy," he finished, shrugging sheepishly. "You understood what you've got. ...Well, sorta."

The brunette leaned back on the couch, staring out into the kitchen across from the tiny livingroom. Jonouchi noticed that when he thought, he bit his lower lip with his two-front teeth and chewed it lightly, and his eyes became slightly unfocused themselves. The two last fingers on his left hand drummed lightly against the couch in a 'one-two-one-two' pattern. Leaning over slightly, he saw that the outsides of Kaiba's eyes were a dark cobalt, but the colour faded inwards to a pale, crystalline blue with flakes of silvery grey. He rubbed one of his own eyes, conscious of their own uneven muddy tone.

"How long?" Kaiba asked softly, turned those eyes on him, the pupils shrunken from a thin beam of light cast through the blinds on the south wall- the only view through there, he knew, was the bleached reddish brick of the next apartment building, and the black beaten metal of the small overhangs... when he was young, he had seen a man jump from one of those. He curbed his thoughts from the incident, and then, with a start, realized Kaiba had said something.

"Huh? Oh! Um... four months. I wasn't sure before." Kaiba nodded at his answer silently, and went back to staring silently, and thinking. Jonouchi studied his expression, so carefully blank yet so full of turmoil. For a moment, he felt a twinge of sympathy for the boy.

"Come on," he said, standing up suddenly. "Let's walk- if you need to say something, you can say it in open air."

Kaiba snorted.

"Whatever."

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