Dani Wheeler-Kaiba
Dedicated to whatever forces led me to first watch Yu-Gi-Oh, and the first line to all my friends who agree with my outlook on trigonometry.
Disclaimer: Much as I wish the world of Yu-Gi-Oh was mine, that will only ever be a wish. In other words, it's not mine. Unfortunately.
Summary: SetoxJou. That should say it all. What started as a usual day of hatred between Seto Kaiba and Katsuya Jounouchi was completely turned around. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing, or maybe it was something more. I don't know as much about Yu-Gi-Oh as I'd like to, so please forgive any little mistakes I make.
Ch. 2: Evening of Seto
The last thing Seto saw before walking out of the classroom was the mutt being told he had to clean the storeroom. Katsuya Jounouchi couldn't go five minutes without making a fool of himself. It was laughable.
Seto's limousine picked him up as usual outside the school, and drove him in the direction of KaibaCorp.
"Not today. I'll work from home," he informed his driver. It wasn't often that he did this, but the last thing he felt like doing this afternoon was going into his cold, dreary office for six hours. The only real problem with working from home was that his younger brother, Mokuba, tended to interrupt. And Seto hated turning Mokuba down and always ended up getting minimal work done.
Once home, he walked upstairs to his room, laptop in hand. Predictably, Mokuba was sitting on his bed waiting for him.
"I saw the limo outside," he said brightly. "Do you think we could – oh," He spotted the laptop, and his face dropped. "You're working…"
Seto nodded, preparing himself for the Look; Mokuba could widen his eyes and droop his head in such a way that one couldn't help but feel shamefaced, and he always used the Look on his big brother. This time was no exception, and Seto was guilted into two hours of Medieval Total War on his laptop. Eventually he persuaded Mokuba to play on his own on another computer, leaving the eighteen-year-old alone to catch up on his desperately incomplete work.
He looked at the time; already five-thirty and no work done. He really needed to hire an assistant for times like this, but he'd never trusted anyone else enough to handle his appointments or file his paperwork for him and besides, he could take care of himself.
He wondered if Jounouchi had finished his detention. Doubtful. He had probably messed up the storeroom even more as opposed to cleaning it. He never was able to do something without embarrassing himself, and he looked so pathetically like a dog that he well deserved the nickname mutt. His lengthy blonde hair was not unlike that of a golden retriever. Not to mention his overly loyal yet dimwitted personality. A puppy all through.
Seto shook his head. He would never get his work don if he kept getting distracted by his thoughts. He glanced at the clock again. Damn! Five forty-five. Annoyed, he shut down his laptop. If he was able to spend a whole fifteen minutes thinking about Jounouchi, of all people, there was no way he could concentrate on important business matters. He would just have to have an extra tiring day tomorrow. Forgetting about dinner, he went straight to bed and read books for several hours until he managed to fall asleep.
Seto sat in his kitchen. Not eating, not about to eat, nor just having eaten. He was just thinking, about KaibaCorp, Mokuba, school…and for some reason Jounouchi. Why had that mutt crossed his mind again? It was frustrating, if not nonsensical.
Seto suddenly became aware that he was not alone, and he froze. Someone else – and not Mokuba, someone bigger – was in his kitchen, standing almost directly behind him. Slowly, very slowly, he turned around to identify the intruder, only to recognise long blonde hair and honey brown eyes.
"Mutt?" he said, frowning. "But how did you get in – " Jounouchi cut him off with a trademark grin.
"That's not really the point, is it, moneybags?"
Unlike the blonde, Seto didn't ignore nicknames and insults. He wanted to answer sharply, but his tongue didn't seem to be working for him.
"I'm thinkin' the real question is, why did I come here."
Jounouchi was close. Uncomfortably and awkwardly close. But Seto Kaiba didn't ever get uncomfortable or awkward, so he stayed perfectly still.
"And I came here, rich boy, to get somethin' from you that I've bin wanting for quite some time." He came even closer, if that were possible. His face and Seto's were only inches apart. And still Seto's tongue wouldn't work.
"This." The distance between their faces went from slight to nothing as Katsuya Jounouchi leaned forward and their lips met in a timely, passionate kiss. Still, Seto couldn't move away, but his tongue was certainly working again.
He and Jounouchi had very different ways of waking up. Jou had awoken suddenly from the horror of what he took to be a nightmare. Whereas Seto woke slowly, no matter what the dream, taking his precious time to process his thoughts.
Who am I? Seto Kaiba. Eighteen, KaibaCorp CEO.
What day is it? Wednesday. A school and work day.
Anything unusual? I think I had a disturbing dream, but nothing more sinister than that.
What was it? Well…I think I was in the kitchen. Thinking…then someone – the Jounouchi mutt – entered. He – told me he wanted something, and we…
Seto's eyes widened at the memory.
"God no," he groaned.
I just asked my friend, 'Name a computer game,' and she said Medieval Total War.
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