Note: Whoo-hoo, chapter five! It's amazing I made it this far in this short a time, really.

To clear up the confusion of the beautiful and lovely YugiMoto2 (Whom I have never met but seems notoriously cool), 'I' is put in capitals because it's considered to be like a name- like how you would always put 'Katherine' or 'Yuki' with a capital at the front, aye? Now, 'we', 'they', or other pronouns (things referring to people instead of their name) aren't started with a capital. Why?

Because English is stupid and confusing. And its root languages are all crazy and different. That help any:3 Oh, and yes, this is Shonen-ai. :p Hehe! But nothing hardcore, methinks. And I'm being evil this chapter, muaha!

Something very sad and terrible has occurred in the area surrounding where I live- a few weeks back, a young woman of eighteen years of age was snatched from a suburban area walking down the street back from work.

Police authorities found and identified her corpse in a ditch of an adjacent sideroad yesterday. Please, whatever religion you may be, hold a thought of her and her family in your heart. Eighteen is entirely too young to die.

I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh:3 I've said before, I say it again. And now, on to more Kaijou action. (Kaijou? Funny word... heh... kaijou...)

1969 hits! 19 favs, and 21 alerts- boo-yeah!

A Different Kind Of Genius

Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel

Chapter Five

"...I see." Jonouchi said, slightly taken aback. Kaiba walked stoicly, hands tucked in his pockets, the long pace of the tall outmatching his by far, and forcing him to quicken his pace every-so-often to keep up. "Gozuburo Kaiba... what happened to him after all this, anyway?"

Kaiba was silent for a moment, and cast him a small, almost black-blue glance out of the corner of his eye. "...He jumped out the top window of the Kaiba Corporation building," he said quietly, and his eyes shifted back forward. Jonouchi felt a small quiver trickle down his spine on spider's feet- something told him, quietly, innately, that there was more to this than a simple suicide. There was something Kaiba wasn't saying.

"The one here?" He asked, feeling slightly nauseous at the thought of the great bulk of the sly old Kaiba splattering on the pavement of the Kaiba Corp. parking lot. His insides churned with his active imagination. However, Kaiba shook his head briskly. "Then where?"

"That is classified information, Jonouchi."

Jonouchi turned sharply to stare at him, startled by his harsh tone, and found two long, brown-lashed eyes staring at him. He stepped back a little, and then quickened his pace, manoeuvring around an old, rather plump woman in a bright orange jogging suit. He looked ahead again, staring at the pavement, slightly disturbed.

In the back of his mind, a small voice came to light on his consciousness.

'You pushed him?'

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They had been walking in silence, Kaiba's elbow occasionally brushing the blonde's forearm as they walked, when the tall millionaire, grasped afore-mention forearm and steered a protesting Jonouchi into a shop.

"Nani?" He exclaimed, startled. "What are you doing? Yamero!" It was when he stopped looking at the tall boy and looked at the shop that his eyes widened. "Ie! Kaiba, IE!" he said, jerking. Kaiba's only response to this was to physically lift him off his feet, by means of wrapping one arm around his waist, and deposit him in a chair.

The optometrist's was a wide room, filled to the brimming with rack upon rack of glasses and glasses frames. "I'm fine!" Jonouchi protested, trying to rise and being pushed firmly down again. "I told you, I don't need glasses!" His voice dropped considerably as the desk clerks looked at him curiously. "I can't afford them..." he mumbled angrily. Kaiba heard him quite clearly, he knew, despite his dismissive attitude.

"I can," he said, simply, looking down at him.

Jonouchi almost growled, scooting away from the brunette's restraining hand. "I won't be your charity case!" Kaiba sent him a cold, calculative look that he interpreted with the greatest of ease.

You have a choice?

At that moment, the damnably perfect moment, the optometrist walked out of her office. She was a sleekly beautiful woman of Latino descent, with a shiny black ponytail, dark eyes and tall, lean build. She looked over Kaiba with interest, as he positively reeked of money, standing erect in the office in his expensively tailored clothes at close to midnight. Then her eyes lighted on Jonouchi, and lit with a light he knew was reserved to one group of people.

Yaoi fangirls. He shivered, and scooted further away from Kaiba.

"Kaiba-sama, ne?" She asked in her lightly accented Japanese, smiling and bowing to him. He nodded aloofly. "Your... 'tomogachi' requires an eye exam?" She asked, tongue curling on the Japanese word for friend. He nodded again, briskly, and pulled Jonouchi to his feet and steered him after the woman. The blonde glared helplessly at him as he pushed him through a door and shut it after him.

It was obvious there was no use making a break for it, either- Kaiba could cross the room in half the paces he could and would have him in a headlock before he could say 'Sayonara'. But if he got the glasses, obviously Kaiba would expect him to wear them. He cursed under his breath.

"Take a seat, onegai?" The nameless optometrist said to him, and he sat down in the long-backed, black leather chair reluctantly. She moved a piece of heavy equipment suspended from the ceiling in front of his face, and positioned it so one eye was looking through. One the wall he could see through his left eye, he saw a blurry patch of yellow, and within it, a large burry kanji, and then lines beneath that.

"Tell me," She said. "What does the line read as?" She pointed to a tiny, blurry black line above a thin, barely visibly red line.

"That's writing?" He asked, bewildered.

Judging by the expression on her face, he guessed that wasn't the correct answer.

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Kaiba snorted as he read Jonouchi's results, oblivious or simply uncaring of and to the furiously glaring blonde standing with his elbow trapped in one of the brunette's large paws.

"Let me get this straight..." he said to the optometrist incredulously. "Not only is he on the verge of being legally blind in the left eye, somewhat impaired in the right, and suffering from a lack of depth perception, he's also got a partial blue-green colour-blindness issue?"

"I am not!" Jonouchi piped up, but Kaiba ignored him, and, also ignoring the optometrist, towed him over to the glasses, rack, flitted for a moment, and then snatched up a pair of thin metal-rimmed oval glasses and placed them on his nose. Jonouchi glowered at him and they slipped down the slender bridge. Kaiba snorted uncontrollably, and took them off and put them back.

"Don't I have any say in this?" He asked, when Kaiba nixed yet another pair of glasses. Kaiba gave him a bland look.

"Are you buying them?" He asked dryly.

Jonouchi glowered. "Did I ever say I wanted them?" He shot back. The corner of Kaiba's mouth quirked up.

"Do you have a choice?" He asked, without even looking at the blonde. "Now shut up."

Jonouchi felt his face flush with heat. "Make me!" He growled, crossing his arms. Kaiba looked down at him from the corner of his eye.

Before he could blink, he was pressed up against the long wall mirror, head jerked back, a lanky arm curled around his waist and the brutal force of a sexually driven kiss against his lips. In the background, he heard the delighted giggle of the optometrist and the affronted gasps of the young clerks. When it actually occurred to him what was going on, he squeaked enormously, and bit down as hard as he could.

Kaiba jerked away with a laugh, lower lip bleeding slightly. Back against the mirror, mouth opening and closing like a fish's, if Jonouchi could have made a noise at that particular moment, it would've been a particularly effeminate noise of protest in the form of a startled and furious yowl. However, he was thoroughly speechless. Kaiba picked up a pair of glasses and put them on his nose, then made an approving noise and entered an order for the perscription glasses of those frames. Throughout it all, Jonouchi stood against the wall-mirror, open-mouthed and almost totally appalled.

'Almost' being an objective term.

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