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Surrender
Chapter 1
"The Prelude of Chapter 2 That is Entitled"
Mutt
"You know what," the blonde-haired boy said, honey eyes blazing, "I hate you."
Cold amusement ascended from the depths of the sea in Seto Kaiba's eyes, the only ocean that didn't turn deep grey when stormy. A devilish smirk settled cat-like on his face, slowly twisting pale lips the color of sunlight through pink stained glass. It was unlike the usual array of humorless crocodile grins the boy possessed, because Jounouchi Katsuya was just too funny for that.
"I know this, dog," he replied degradingly. "I know this because you tell me, oh, let's see, every day I've ever seen you in the entirety of my life. See, unlike you, I actually have a mind, so I am able to decipher complex concepts such as 'I hate you' and even remember them for later usage. Sadly, you don't seem to be that high up the evolutionary ladder. Too bad, maybe you'd finally realize it was pointless to keep yammering at me…"
"Shut the hell up!" A passing aid in the lunchroom glared at Jou before walking on. A group of girls at a nearby table rolled their eyes, another table of females–fangirls this time–booed. They were ignored.
"Just 'cuz you think yer so smart–" Jou began
"–Just because I am so smart–"
"Don't mean you can be such a friggin' jerk! Who goes around stealin' other people's lunches! My lunch–"
"My lunch now, mutt. Get it right." Kaiba told the boy, as he bit gloatingly into the sandwich he'd stolen. He wrinkled his elegant nose at the taste–PB&J, how plain–but unfortunately, Yugi's live and let-live talks had recently been getting to his entertainment, and it had been becoming increasingly harder to provoke him. Stealing his lunch had been, he thought privately, a simply brilliant idea, and eating it in front of him was the icing on the cake–the poor mutt seemed desperate.
"I'm hungry!" he was protesting.
"As am I, mutt," the CEO replied, relishing the look on Jou's face more than the taste of the food he'd just pilfered.
"Well why don't you go ask one of your groupies over there, they'd give you something. C'mon Kaiba, that's all I got!" Katsuya was sorely frustrated with the snobby brunet's constant taunting, and he'd really gone to far this time. Jou was freakin' starving!
"Begging, Jounouchi? Why don't you get on your knees and do it like a proper animal, maybe I'll let you have some."
"You fuckin' jerk!" the blonde practically screamed, earning harsh looks from all the teachers patrolling the cafeteria–a triple threat old lady glare. Jou didn't care. He was practically on the verge of tears when he stormed through the swinging doors that led into the hallway so he could spend the remainder of the lunch period in the bathroom. Kaiba didn't need to know that the lunch Yugi had so kindly provided was probably the only decent thing he would get to eat for days. Rent had just been due, so there wouldn't be much money until his father's next paycheck from the job he barely kept, and most likely, what was left wouldn't be going into food. Jounouchi Ichiro was practically anorexic; he could go for days at a time without food as long as he had his booze. And he wouldn't sign the permission slip that would allow Katusya to get a job either, always insisting that he had everything under control.
Jou sighed as his eyes fell upon the urine-yellow tiles covering the bathroom. He wouldn't have been able to maintain the C-average necessary anyway, though he thought maybe he might be able to pay attention in classif he wasn't so damn hungry all the time.
He turned on the faucet and cupped his hands under it before quickly bringing the metallic tasting water to his lips. A poor excuse for a lunch, his growling stomach told him, but he wasn't going to give Kaiba what he wanted, not when what he wanted was for Jou to give him his complete and utter surrender. He wasn't that desperate, and he couldn't imagine a situation where he ever would be.
He sighed and stared down into the sink bowl and watched something unpleasant try to make its way down the drain under the onslaught of disgusting tap water. He leaned his head against the mirror, where his ragged mane of yellow hair splayed itself out across the chipped glass like a sunset rising over an impoverished, bleak horizon, echoing the reflection of a sad kid who had no idea just how bad things were going to get.
Seto stared at the doors until they swung for the last time, only vibrating slightly as they settled. And then he kept staring until the bell rang and the entryway was thrown into sudden motion as the flood of complaining, laughing, carefree students exited in a rush of noise that Kaiba heard through even more of a filter than usual.
He blinked and shook his head, grabbing his schoolbag and tossing the sandwich behind him where he thought the trashcan probably was, uncaring if it actually landed in the target. The CEO then rushed to his next class, English, where he tried very hard to convince himself that the knot that was tightening in his stomach every time he thought of what he'd just done was disappointment that his prey had escaped so soon before he could really begin to goad him, and not guilt. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but feel he'd crossed some invisible line when he'd stolen the boy's lunch, and that wasn't nearly as funny as it sounded. Had there been tears in the blonde's eyes? Was it just his imagination, or did the phrase 'I'm hungry' take on an especially black tone that implied it's meaning went so far beyond a simple casual usage when Jounouchi said it?
Kaiba shook his head. His mind was playing tricks on him–Mokuba was right, he wasn't getting enough sleep. When the mutt got home, he'd probably gorge himself on junkfood and then call his friends to complain what a jerk 'moneybags' was and they'd all have a good laugh about it. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the mutt.
…And since when did he worry about the mutt?
