Note: Yes, just to clear this up:

Jonouchi IS wandering around Domino in his underpants. Just to clear that up. He's kinda preoccupied and hasn't really truly realized it yet. E-heh. For those of you that must be picky and say, 'That would never happen!', you've never met my friends and I. And he's a blonde, just like me, aye? Well, I'm pinkish-ish right now, aha. And I can see myself completely forgetting and wandering around and wondering why I'm cold.

Oh, yeah! And the colour-blindness thing, I had a comment on that, saying that particular form wasn't real. Aha, tell that to MY eyes. :3 I used it in his character because, a) I knew it would be real, because- Ahaha!- I have it, and b) it seemed a nice little character development. :3 I would absolutely love to agree with you on the fact that it isn't real, but, unfortunately, those orange schoolbuses and teal ocean water are NOT agreeing with you. X.x It's strange because I actually recognize them as those colours but everyone tells me they're not. Ah, well.

Oh, and Miss Glancey is actually MY English teacher, haha. And yes, she does look like that. Nice lady- but I can't say I own her. ;P

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A Different Kind Of Genius

Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel

Chapter Six

It was with great displeasure that Jonouchi allowed Kaiba to walk beside him at all, even with the small three foot distance the sidewalk allowed him, short of scraping into the walls of the buildings alongside. He fumed at Kaiba, his morals, and the damn prescription sheet in the millionaire's hand that condemned him, after two more weeks of freedom, to life behind twin panes of glass. 'Pains,' he thought, snidely amused. 'How fitting.'

"Stop moping, Jonouchi," Kaiba said smugly from beside him, drifting towards him slightly for the umpteenth time. Jonouchi, for the umpteenth time again, reached out a finger and pushed him back away, grimly conscious of the fact that he was in a severe state of dishabille. As in- walking around in his boxers and a quilt. Though he was quite thoroughly used to walking around half-undressed, much to the horror of the more 'proper' denizens of Domino, walking beside someone you know has an acute sexual interest in you whilst in the state can be slightly unnerving. And someone as observant as he couldn't help but notice the wide, dilated pupils and side-long glances.

In automatic response, he scrubbed at his bruised lips, feeling a trifle violated. Kaiba's eyes wandered down the length of his slender, uncovered neck, and Jonouchi gave him a full-on, blank stare. Kaiba stared back. The blonde gave up- some people didn't get it.

He slipped into his imagination, forcibly ignoring his odd companion.

Jonu unsheathed his blade in a brilliant glitter of cold steel, soft hazel eyes sharpening with intent. His lithe torso rippled with exertion as he swung it out to match the downward arc of his opponent's blade, and sweat trickled down the hollow of his throat as he ground his feet in the hard-packed dirt road, trying to hold his ground against his adversary.

Afore-mentioned adversary was tall, thin, and cold-eyed beneath his steel, plumed helm. Mouth barely turning as he pressed Jonu back against the stone wall of the street, his body pressed hard against his, the blonde's own sword nearly biting into his throat. With one harsh twist, he found himself breathing the dust of the road, his blade torn from his grip, a large, booted foot grinding into the back of his neck. 'This isn't the way this is supposed to be...' He thought, panicked.

As the boot removed itself, he jerked up, gasping. A large hand yanked him to his knees, and he grunted in surprise, looking up in surprise. His opponent, drew off his helmet, a cascade of chestnut brown hair and a pair of glittering blue eyes emerging, pale in the center but ever-so dark around the outside. His face was long but delicately shaped, with beautifully full, long lips and ebony black eyelashes. Jonu jerked up to his feet clumsily, and stood awkwardly about a foot from the brunette, vaguely embarrassed, and unsure as to why. Realizing himself, he stepped back, but started when his ankle hit the wall behind him.

Suddenly, without warning, the brunette grabbed him by the top of his pants, and pulled him roughly forward, his other hand burying itself brutally in his hair as he forced his tongue between Jonu's lips. Jonu gaspe-

Jonouchi jerked startled. "The fuck! That wasn't supposed to happen!"

Kaiba sent him an inordinately strange look, eyebrows rising into his now slightly unkempt fringe. "I won't ask," he said, snorting. "But you need clothes, so walk faster." In a disturbingly familiar motion, his hand snatched out and grabbed the quilt by his hip, pulling him forward in skips and hops. Jonouchi glared, feeling the blood rising in his cheeks and thanking all the deities he knew that he couldn't blush properly. His boxers felt strangely uncomfortable. He snatched back and strode quickly ahead. Kaiba grabbed him again, and steered him into a shop.

He glared helplessly at him.

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Jonouchi's new school uniform felt strange, almost too crisp without the familiar small holes in the knees and the stains of dirt and mud from various ventures. And, inexplicably, his eyes itched. He rubbed at them irritably.

His morning had been... eventful. Not only had he been forced into clothing that felt strangely tight and long and harsh compared to his usual worn-in, too short jeans and holey t-shirts, he had had an obsessive-compulsive teen millionaire poking around in his apartment, gleefully burning his old clothes and poking them with a fire-poker as they singed and shrivelled in the fireplace- at three in the morning, only an hour after having caused him to smash his head on the kitchen counter. He was in serious doubt of the brunette's sanity, but thankful for the thickness of his own skull. The fact that Kaiba had also dragged him into a barbershop and forced him, physically forced him to get a trim, which, in his opinion, still looked too neat, despite the fact that his hair existed in a constant state of disreputability.

He sighed, slumping down in his seat. Second period- College Science. The concept of mitosis eluded him- he tried to pay attention, but he'd find himself distracted by the strange peculiarity of his sensei's face, or by the gestures of the speaker. He curled inwards slightly, gloomy. It wasn't his fault, he thought, tuning out the lecture and turning his thoughts inwards. He got so distracted... and the expression, the gestures, the mannerisms were all so interesting- like how his sensei would flick the pencil left if she was making things up, and how her entire manner reminded him of a tall, gawky bird. And how her neck was long, and almost fragile-looking, but a tony puch of fat still rested just below her delicately-boned chin. He made a small noise of impatience, and let his eyes wander the class; the same thing he did every day.

His gaze wandered over a small to the left, skimming over small Chinese girl, outwardly calm, quiet and strange, but, from what he could tell from he occasional slips of personality, bright and lively when in her comfort zone. He met Otogi's eyes as he turned farther, starting slightly at the lucid green orbs, and the bright speculation in them. He turned his head back forward quickly, feeling somehow violated. 'Why does everyone want this?' He whined mentally, personally chastising himself for not being modest.

Glancey-sensei's fingernails clicked down on his desk, and he looked up into her pale, blue-grey eyes. She was a Canadian, with short, streaked blonde hair and pale eyes, and skin that seemed to glow preternaturally with the pink tones of the westerners. And she was tall- tall and leggy, but slightly spindle-shanked and slender of torso. She reminded him of nothing more than a tall, pale stork, or swan, like the ones he had seen in the American commercials. Her fingernails clicked down again.

"Jonouchi-san, please pay attention... you're already falling behind." She stared at him with those odd, round eyes. "Did you get the handout?"

He looked down at his desk, at the slightly crumpled sheet of paper teetering perilously close to the edge. "Hai, sen- Miss Glancey." The concept of calling someone a Miss still confused him somewhat, but he dealt with it. Westerners were strange, and it seemed to make her happy.

He examined the sheet half-heartedly, leaning slightly closer to see it. 'A school play?' His interest perked slightly. 'That actually sounds... interesting. And we can get a credit for it.' He toyed with the idea, intrigued.

'...I've never acted before.'

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