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Pairings: Seto/Jou, and Ryuji/Jou. The Ryuji/Jou, however, is sort of one sided.
Warnings: Boy/Boy love, slight cursing, and Anzu bashing. Also, some grammar mistakes can be very plausible. Rivalry between...you know who!
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Chapter 14School/Homeroom
08:10/21st of February
Normal POV
The school was unnaturally silent. Students simply sat in their seats, silently watching the sky, the trees outside or reading their books.
Or, if you were in the same class as Jou and Ryuji, you watched Jou and Ryuji. It was something highly interesting, according to the other students. Ryuji was always hugging Jou, or the like, wanting to show everyone who the blond belonged to.
Jou was always blushing these days, if he were with Ryuji. The raven-haired boy was all over him, at any time of the day. Kissing him, hugging him, or simply holding his hand. Sure, Jou liked the attention, but he always felt so uncomfortable.
Especially when a rumour started to fly that Ryuji and he were having sex already. The first time he heard that, was when he passed a few girls in the cafeteria. They were talking in hushed voices, but Jou still heard the main things;
"Have you guys heard! Jou and Ryuji is having sex!"
"Nooo! You serious!"
"Uhu! Like, totally!"
"That's soo cool!"
"Wonder if we can watch..."
"...you think they do it doggy style sometimes?"
Jou had dropped his plate on the floor with a very pale face, and his friends had to lead him out of the cafeteria and calm him down for almost fifteen minutes before he could breath properly.
And people actually believed in those rumours, which was even more humiliating. And the worst part, was that Ryuji wasn't saying against! Sometimes, he even dropped hints that they indeed were having sex. And that, was through out embarrassing.
When Jou had tried to bring it up with his boyfriend, he had received a smirk, a long kiss, and a low mumble of; 'how about we make those rumours true then?' Jou had of course said no blushing wildly, to Ryuji's great disappointment, and they didn't speak of it again. Jou was too afraid that he'd be sexually molested by the dice-boy of he did...
Jou sighed, and entered the classroom, hand in hand with Ryuji, and was heading down towards his own desk, when he saw that alot of persons were standing around it. He blinked confusedly, and pushed his way past. He saw Yugi standing next to the desk too, and he walked up to him, Ryuji hot in heel.
"Yugi! What the hell is everybody lookin' at?" He asked, and frowned. Yugi simply pointed to his desk. So, Jou's honey coloured eyes turned in the direction of the finger, and then they widened.
On his desk were a white envelope, with his name written on it with neat cursive. And on top of it, laid...
A blue rose. Not yet fully blossomed.
You know those moments when people say your heart stop? Yup, that does happen. That, Jou learner through harsh experience.
Jou slowly reached for the envelope with shaking hands, and took it, along with the blue rose. Then he looked around himself, and cleared his throat. "Um...did anyone see who put this on my desk?" His cheeks were red with excitement, that the others took as anger.
All the other students shook their heads slowly. Jou looked back at the envelope.
Should he open it? He was together with Ryuji now, so he shouldn't really...but, he wanted to know who sent the envelope to him. To get to know if it was the secret admirer. He had figured out a while ago that Ryuji wasn't his secret admirer. It was quite easy. After reading the poem again and again, he had made the decision that Ryuji couldn't be the one.
The poem was too sad and too dark to match him, like the person wasn't sure of himself. And Ryuji was without doubt sure of himself, and wouldn't have to rely on a Secret Admirer thing. He was more of a direct person.
And, besides, why would Ryuji send him two cards, under one he signed with Secret Admirer?
Jou sighed, and opened the envelope. It was the same sort of text as in the first, a neat cursive, on spot-free, white paper. His eyes started to scan the paper quickly, heart beating hard in his chest.
Close to my desire
Living a dreamHolding you near
Bliss was mine
Heaven within one embrace
But only for a second.
Then it was gone
Stolen was my joy
By someone unworthy
Of your love
I was left in the desert
Where you are my heavenly mirage
So close;
But yet so far away
Touches on your skin
Kisses on your soul
You hide behind your smile
But;
I see the pain it gives you
Where others do not.
Hand in hand
Your fingers linked with his
People see your smile
On the outside
But;
I see beyond that
Into the depth of your soul
Where others are blind
They see you smile
They hear you laugh
But;
In your eyes
In your voice
I can spot
uncertainty
Where others can not
How many smiles will you make?
How many laughs will you fake?
Before you see
He's not the one you need.
/Your Secret Admirer
Jou blinked at the paper. The poem was equally beautiful as the last, but carried a new message. It told him that Ryuji wasn't the one he really loved, a thing that he had known for a long time. The way the poem spoke to him...it was like he had written it himself!
That Secret Admirer sure had watched him closely to spot all of those feelings.
Then...the Secret Admirer might be someone in his class!
Jou snapped his head up from the poem quickly looked around himself, in a wild attempt to see if someone in the class looked different, or nervous. But no one did. They just looked expectantly at him, waiting for him to tell them what the paper said.
Before Jou could blink, Ryuji snatched the paper from him, and read the poem quickly. His green eyes grew bigger and bigger, and his eyebrows rose higher and higher, until they disappeared under his hair. A look of complete, and utter shock was shown in his face. Then it quickly turned to anger.
"Okay, who the hell wrote this!" He roared, and looked around him, expecting an answer. No one said anything though. Everyone looked away, or down to the floor, fearing the crazy look in Ryuji's piercing, and searching eyes.
Then, Ryuji's eyes reached Seto. The brunet was not even watching the scene. No, he just sat in a seat by the window, comfortably leaning against the back of his chair, the sun playing in his chestnut strands, and read one of his books, its contents unknown to mankind.
As far as anyone knew, it could be some sort of plan to take over the world.
Using only a toothbrush.
Yes. That is indeed evil.
But Ryuji didn't care about the content of said book(to it's great disappointment). No, his mind was far from it. His eyes narrowed, seeing the smug smirk on Seto's face, and sparkling lights from the sun that mirrored in his eyes. That smirk just screamed 'I know something you don't.'
It was him. It had to be him.
Ryuji stomped up to Seto's desk, and stood in front of it, with his eyes glowing with intense anger. But the brunet didn't make one single sign of seeing the other. No, he just calmly, (and not at all smug), flipped the page of his book, and just kept reading.
Ryuji's eyes narrowed, and he cleared his throat loudly. Then, Seto finally reacted. He put a finger on the line he was reading, so he wouldn't lose his location in the book, and then slowly and casually looked up.
"Yes?" He asked, and rose one eyebrow. "Did you want something, Otogi?" The cold tone of Seto's voice made Ryuji get even more angry. They guy first had the impudence to send Jou a love-poem, and then he pretended like nothing had happened. Oh, how Ryuji loathed Kaiba in that moment.
Loathed as in, 'The-Blonde-Midget-Loathing-Anzu'-loathed.
"What the hell are you trying to pull here, Kaiba!" He yelled, and slammed his fist into the top of the CEO's desk. That didn't even make him flinch. It just made his smug smirk flash on his lips for a second, to be gone in the next moment.
Seto cocked his head to the side, and looked politely confused. "I am afraid that I have no idea of what you speak. Would you care to explain?"
"This!" Ryuji roared, and slammed the paper down on Seto's desk. Cobalt eyes slowly turned to the paper, and Seto picked it up with careful fingers. His eyes followed the lines with masked interest, and he then smirked.
"I didn't know that you wrote poetry, Otogi. This was quite a lovely poem."
Ryuji groaned, and glared at Seto. "I didn't write this, you idiot! You did!"
Silence fell over the classroom, and everyone stared at Ryuji and Seto.
Ryuji accused Seto of trying to seduce Jou. Sure, everyone had seen Jou and Seto at the dance together, but none of them had thought that the CEO would do something like that. And they all knew that Seto Kaiba wouldn't take an accuse and just ignore it.
Are we smelling a catfight?
The students all started to whisper among themselves, and waited anxiously for Seto's reply. Jou was blushing deeply, and glanced at Seto. Could it be...
Seto chuckled softly for a few seconds, and then watched Ryuji seriously. "First off; I don't write poems, Otogi. I read them, when I find it to be needed. And secondly-" Seto pulled out his notebook. "-that is not even my handwriting." He opened the notebook, and showed for Ryuji. And, indeed, the handwritings were different. Very alike, but not the same.
The green-eyed teen stared between the two texts and then blinked, slowly putting the poem and notebook down on Seto's desk. "Oh...I see..." His eyes turned angry, and he turned around again. "Then who the hell wrote this!" When no one answered, he growled. "It doesn't matter, I will find the person responsible for it anyway!" And with that, Ryuji stomped out of the classroom.
Silence fell again for a minute or two, and then whispers started, and people started to discuss what that just had happened.
Jou sighed, and then walked over to Seto's desk. There, he took the poem from the desk, not daring to look the other boy in the eye. Then he walked back to his own desk, and quickly put the poem in his bag, with a small smile gracing his lips.
Jou was torn between emotions when he sat down again. He was happy that the Secret Admirer had showed up again, with a new and lovely poem. But still, he was very sad over that his admirer wasn't Seto.
He hoped that his admirer would leave him another note soon, and possibly even reveal himself. When that happened, he could decide whether to dump the Secret Admirer or Ryuji. Or to dump both to go for...someone else...
Jou glanced at Seto with a small blush colouring his cheeks.
Seto watched Jou from the corner of his eye, and smirked. The day couldn't have started better for him, seeing Otogi all riled up over Jou's admirer.
The question on everyone's lips were; Who was the Secret Admirer?
School/LockersStill 21st of February
11:55
Normal POV
"For the last time, Ryou; No, I don' know who my admirer is!" Jou growled, and glared at his friend before he opened his locker.
The two boys stood alone by their lockers, seeing that everyone else was at lunch. Jou and Ryou just had to leave their books first, and then they would meet up with Yugi and the others in the cafeteria.
For the past five minutes, Ryou had asked Jou again and again about the Secret Admirer. 'Do you know who it is?' 'You got any clue?' 'Any guesses'...And Jou started to get annoyed, as any person would when being questioned about the same thing over and over.
Ryuo sighed, and leaned against the locker next to Jou's. "Okay, Jou. Sorry, but I'm curious..."
Jou sighed, and put his things in his locker again. It was still very neatly cleaned. Jou had been careful not to ruin the way Seto had cleaned his locker, mostly because it was the CEO who had fixed it.
He didn't want to lose one of the last things of Seto he had. (A/N: -- Sooo cheesy...)
"I know, Ryou. But can you please stop askin' about it?"
"Oh, fine." Ryou said with a small pout, and Jou gave him a thankful smile. The blond closed the locker and then he and Ryou walked down the corridor again. It was silent for a few seconds, before Ryou spoke with a sing-song voice.
"Who do you want the Secret Admirer to be?"
"GAH! I told ya to stop talkin' about it!" Jou cried out, and glared at the albino walking alongside with him. Ryou simply smiled, and then cocked his head to the side with the most curious look on his face, that would make any Ryou-fangirl squeal with joy.
"So? Is there anyone you want it to be?"
Jou sighed, and looked away. "Ryou...I really shouldn' think about some other guy now, I'm wit' Ryuji, and that's that."
Ryou smirked. "Who said you couldn't like two guys at the same time?"
The blond blinked, and turned his gaze to Ryuo again. The small albino looked very mischievous, and really made Jou think more about Bakura. "Ryou, what the hell do ya mean wit' that!"
Ryou shrugged. "I only mean that I've liked other guys at the same time while being with Bakura." A pale blush crept up to the albino's cheeks, and he started to spin a strand of his, long, white hair around his index finger.
Jou smirked to Ryou, and punched the other's shoulder playfully. "Well, would ya know, Ryou isn't Mister Faithful afterall..."
Ryou blushed even deeper, and glared at Jou. "Hey! I never said I weren't faithful. I merely said I found other guys attractive. But I still love Bakura more than anything."
Jou nodded. "Oh, okay."
"Yeah."
"..."
"..."
"Um, Ryou?"
"What?" The albino asked, and glanced at Jou, and avoiding a water-fountain at the same time, amazingly enough succeeding in not bumping in to said water-fountain. That grace, he had created while living with Bakura. The tomb robber was an expert on leaving stumble-able or/and sharp things on the floor...
"...who's tha' guy you found attractive?" Jou asked with genuine interest.
Ryou blushed brightly, and he cleared his throat. "Oh! Err...You promise not to tell anyone?"
Jou nodded, and put his hand on his chest. "Cross my heart and swear to die, bud."
Ryou sighed, and looked around himself nervously, before mumbling; "Yami..."
Jou stumbled on something invisible (probably his own low IQ), and fell over on the floor, face first. But he was soon up again, and stared at Ryou, who looked like he was trying to hide behind his long hair.
"Y-Yami!" Jou croaked out, and blinked several times.
Ryou blushed deeply, and looked down on the floor. "Well, you can't deny that he looks good."
Jou scratched the back of his neck and smiled nervously. Sure, he had noticed that Yami was hot. Only innocently, of course, passing in the showers or in PE...not that he tried to peak or something, not at all! "Yeah...I guess...but ya don'...ya know, like him...as in like him, like him?"
The albino shook his head violently. "God, no! Yami's hot and all, but totally not my type, and, besides, he and Yugi are too close to be torn apart by anyone." Ryou's dark eyes softened a little. "And I love Bakura. That's all I need to know."
Jou nodded, and smiled to Ryou. "Tha's nice, Ryou...it's cute...I wished I felt like that for-" Jou stopped himself by biting his lip, and cursed lowly.
He hadn't meant to say that. Not at all. He didn't want anyone to know about his doubt on how he felt about Ryuji...Maybe Ryou wouldn't notice, maybe he'd just ignore his last words.
No such luck.
Ryou immediately snapped his head in Jou's direction and blinked. "Huh? What do you mean? You don't love Otogi?"
Jou scratched the back of his head and sighed. What should he say? He needed an excuse... "Love...is such a strong word." He said lamely.
As many of us may know; Jou was not the most creative person in the world when it came to excuses...
The white haired man shook his head, white hair flying around his face to fall back perfectly in the next second. "Not if it's what you feel. I know that I love Bakura, Yugi loves Yami and vice-versa..." Ryou frowned. "...but do you love Otogi?"
That, was a question Jou knew the answer of, but wouldn't say. No, he didn't love Ryuji. He liked him, yes, and found him attractive...but love? No...what he felt was merely attraction. Nothing more. Maybe less...But he couldn't admit that to anyone.
Even if he didn't really love Ryuji, the dice-master was still very nice and polite. Even sweet at times. And maybe, just maybe, love would come with time.
Then why did it always feel a little wrong when he received a kiss from the raven-haired boy? His feelings were confusing him to no end, and it irked him to no end. He wanted to understand the way he felt, to know how to deal with his feelings...
Suddenly, Jou wanted to be alone. Just alone, and think. He saw his escape when the corridor split in two; one leading towards the cafeteria and one leading to some other corridor with classrooms.
The perfect escape way.
Jou turned the opposite direction that Ryou did, and shouted over his shoulder. "I'll talk to ya later, Ryou! Meet ya an' the other guys in Chemistry later!" Not waiting for Ryou's answer, which probably would have been something like 'Hey, Jou, wait!', Jou ran down the corridor.
He needed some time to think. Preferably alone.
So, Jou ran into a unused classroom, and closed the door behind him with a sigh. Finally alone, and not to be bothered in his thoughts on however he loved Ryuji, or over how he felt
about the hot, gorgeous and absolutely breath-taking Seto Kaiba...
Who he wasn't supposed to think about at all! He should be angry with him for...for... "For what really? For taking me to the dance? For being nice to me? For kissing me?" Jou said inside his mind, and then leaned his forehead against the door. He really didn't know.
Sure, the guy had ran away after kissing him, but that didn't matter anymore. Seto had shown that he still liked him at the detention. I mean, if he hadn't, he wouldn't had started to lean closer to him in the purpose of kissing him, or touched him the way he did if he didn't...you just didn't do that if you didn't like the person.
But, then again, Kaiba had always been hating his guts. Why would he suddenly change overnight? Things like those didn't happen. Jou simply couldn't understand. What had changed the young CEO's feelings towards him so drastically?
Why did Seto Kaiba have to be so damn confusing and hard to understand?
"Kaiba..." Jou whispered softly to himself, almost inaudible, and closed his eyes.
"Hello, pup." Jou 'eep-ed' and turned from the door quickly to see who had spoken.
Sitting in one of the desks sat Seto, laptop open and his fingers on the keys. His attention weren't on the screen, however. No, his blue eyes were watching Jou with a calm and cold gaze, that made Jou shiver with...something between fear and delight.
Jou felt a blush flash on his cheeks for a second. Seto had heard him say his name in an empty classroom, just out in thin air. If that wasn't embarrassing, he didn't know what that was.
Well, except dropping your pants while holding a speech in front of your class.
"H-Hi..." Jou stuttered, and fidgeted. "Um...I didn' know you were here..." His voice faded, since he had no idea of what to say.
Seto watched him intensely, making Jou feel uncomfortable. It felt like the brunet were looking into his very soul, and regarding his deepest secrets.
"I see." That was all he said before he looked back to the screen of his laptop again.
Silence fell over them, and Jou scratched the back of his head nervously, while glancing at Seto from the door. The CEO was typing quickly, probably working on something concerning Kaiba Corp. A small frown on his face, he swept a strand of his hair from his face.
"Are you just going to stand there all day?" He suddenly asked, not looking up or changing his serious face expression.
Jou jumped slightly, and blushed deeply. "N-No...I can leave if ya want..." Though, Jou didn't really feel like leaving.
Seto glanced up for a second, before shrugging. "Do as you wish." Even though Seto sounded indifferent, he was secretly wishing that Jou would indeed stay.
Jou looked at the working teen for a few minutes, unsure of what to do. He could leave now, and go back to the other guys. But then he would have to go through some serious questions about Ryuji and his feelings, that he didn't want to answer yet.
Or Jou could stay in the same room as the guy who kissed him, and touched him in all of those wonderful ways, and that he though he might be falling in love with...
Tricky. Very tricky.
After another five minutes, Jou still stood by the door, fidgeting. Not even looking up, Seto spoke, with a very soft voice. "If you are going to stay, I suggest that you sit down." And Seto pulled out a chair next to him, still not looking up.
Jou stared at Seto, and frowned. "How did ya know I was still here? I haven't made a single sound!"
Seto smirked and looked up for real for the first time. "Intuition, pup. I know you too well." Jou blushed when their eyes met, and looked down on the floor. He wanted to answer, but his tongue wouldn't make any sound, and even less form any words.
After one more minute, Seto sighed, and the scraping of a chair reached Jou's ears. "Katsuya, if you're going to stay, then please sit. I can't concentrate with you fidgeting around."
Jou looked up, and glared at the sitting teen. "I weren't fidgetin'..." He mumbled, but still walked up to the chair offered. When he sat down, he noticed how close he sat to the CEO. Their knees were almost brushing against each other. Make that, brushed together constantly. But Jou didn't move.
He was quite comfortable where he were.
Silence filled the classroom once more, but neither of the boy minded. Seto because he was working, and Jou because he felt content with just watching the CEO without talking. Minutes ticked by, accompanied with the soft clicks Seto's typing caused, and the even softer buzz from the computer, like it does from any other computer.
But, seeing that Jou was quite an active person, he was soon bored. He wanted to talk, or find something to do. But there weren't really anything interesting or fun to do in the classroom, beside reading, and Jou weren't really much of a reader. And talking didn't seem very good while Seto worked...
Seto suddenly stretched and then shut the lid of his computer with a sigh. Jou felt his heart jump when the brunet turned his penetrating gaze towards him. "You're done?" Jou asked, even though it was quite obvious.
Seto nodded, and put his laptop in the briefcase on the floor. "Yes. Not much work to finish today, everything is running smoothly."
Jou nodded. "Ah, good."
"Yes."
Now, the silence between them started to grow uncomfortable, seeing there was no reason to be quiet anymore. Both boys started thinking about something to say, and they thought hard. At the same time, they both figured out something to say, and spoke at the exact same time:
"Kaiba, can I ask..."
"Katsuya, may I ask..."
Both boys spoke in the exact same moment, and then went quiet to wait for the other to speak. "You can go first." Jou mumbled, and smiled.
"Alright." Seto agreed. "I wanted to ask you...err...how are you doing these days?" Seto almost bit his tongue at the stupid question. He had never really been good at small talking. But hey, he was desperate for a subject!
Jou however didn't seem to think it was a stupid question. If he did, he didn't let it show. "Ah, ya know...I'm surviving." His face flashed with something reminding of sadness, but it was gone in the same minute Seto thought he had seen it.
The answer made Seto frown. Shouldn't Jou be very happy, even skipping on clouds with silver lining, seeing that he was in love with that damn Otogi? Maybe...Seto's heart leaped with hope. Maybe he wasn't happy with Otogi...
"I see...So, what was your question, Katsuya?"
Jou looked up in Seto's eyes, and drew a deep breath. It was actually a question he had been pondering on for a while...
"I wanted to ask why you call me Katsuya...um, seein' that it's my first name, and...well...ya know, you and I haven't really been on first name bases...and no one ever calls me Katsuya, not even my friends. Only you and dad do..." He trailed of, and watched Seto with wondering eyes.
Seto blinked, and looked like he though for a long while. "I like it. It is a very beautiful name. And I like to do things in other ways than others, so I call you Katsuya." He paused. "I can stop doing that if it bothers you..."
"No!" Jou said quickly, and then blushed. "I mean...it's alright...if ya want to call me Katsuya, I don' mind..."
Truth to be told, Jou had always enjoyed the way his given name sounded when coming from Seto's mouth. It wasn't like when his dad said it, with drunken slur or a spat with disgust. No, somehow, Seto managed to make his name sound like a soft caress. Like a fresh wind blowing in from the ocean on a warm and damp summer-day.
Seto's face brightened a little. "Thank you."
"You're welcome..."
For a while, it was quiet, but then Jou decided to speak again. "Um, Kaiba?"
"Hn?" Seto said, and looked over at Jou.
The blond sat with his hands in his lap, and looked a little embarrassed, with a faint blush. "I was wonderin'...seeing tha' you call me Katsuya..." He swallowed. "...could I start to call you Seto?"
Seto's heart made a summersault, and he stared at Jou. Had...had he just asked to call him by his given name? The only one to do that (without getting his/hers arse kicked) was Mokuba, and they were family. By asking that question, Jou unknowingly asked for Seto's friendship and trust... Seto was speechless and could simply stare at the blushing blond.
When he didn't receive an answer, Jou blushed even more and started to stutter. "I-It's not necessary, I mean..."
"I'd like that. "Seto interrupted. A small smile graced his lips, and made him look even more beautiful than he already were, in Jou's expert opinion. His usually hard and cold features softened, and his whole face seemed to brighten.
Jou grinned happily at the new development. "Okay...Seto." The name fell surprisingly easy from his mouth, like he'd been saying it for years. And it caressed his tongue in a way that pleased him greatly.
Seto was also very pleased with the way his name fell from the other's mouth. It wasn't like Mokuba's way of saying it, with admiration. And it wasn't like how his stepfather Gozoburo Kaiba had said it in a mocking and sometimes far too silky tone that made him want to throw up.
No, it was with kindness and with a sort of gentle tone in the end. A tone that he had never heard before from Jou. A tone that...a tone that he wanted to hear far more often.
The two boys locked gazes suddenly, and both smiled a little. Not that they really had something to smile about, but something about the other made the corners of their mouths turn upwards. Seto let his gaze wander over the other's face. Or, at least, the parts that wasn't covered by blond strands of silky hair.
Then Seto saw something on Jou's cheek, that made him frown.
Jou blinked as Seto suddenly reached out to his cheek, and touched it gently. "What happened to your cheek?" He asked with worry in his voice.
The reason Seto asked that was that, on Jou's cheek, there was a black/blue bruise, about the same size of a large coin. The blond twitched at the soft touch on his cheek, feeling a small jolt of pain from it.
Jou felt his heart clench tightly at the question and he looked away, on anything but Seto. The bruise was the result of one big-ass fight with his father. Jou had been late home after one date with Otogi, and then his father hit him hard on the cheek, and then passed out on a couch, being totally wasted. Jou had managed to creep to his room silently, with a bag of frozen peas tightly against his cheek, and then he passed out on his creaking bed.
But, he didn't want to tell Seto about his drunkard of a father, so he simply shrugged, still looking away. "Um...I sorta opened my locker too fast, an' the door hit me in the face." Very, very, very lame explanation.
Seto frowned, of course not buying Jou's explanation, but didn't ask. If Jou wanted to talk about it, he would when he was ready. So, instead he decided to joke a little to ease the tension around them. "Clumsy little puppy." Seto chuckled, and smirked when Jou gave him a glare, finally looking at him.
"I'm not clumsy! I'm jus'...a little unlucky with my grace." Jou mumbled, and gave Seto a half-hearted glare when he smirked even wider. "Ey, 's not funny!"
"Yes, it is, pup." Seto chuckled yet again, and then grew serious. He leaned closer, and took a closer look on the bruise, making Jou's cheek gain some extra colour. "It looks swollen. Maybe you should have someone to look at it." Gently, Seto stroked the injured cheek with the tip of his fingers, and then pulled away.
Jou's mind was numb, and he looked at Seto with glazed eyes. It wasn't anything big that Seto had done, but it was enough to make Jou remember how he had touched him only a few days ago. And that, caused his stomach to do summersaults. Backwards.
Seto leaned his head to the side slightly, looking at Jou. The boy looked dazed, and his eyes were glazed over. "Pup?" Seto said with concern in his voice, and leaned closer.
Jou jumped slightly, and snapped out of his daze. "H-Huh? Y-You said somethin'?"
Seto shook his head, and chuckled again. "No. But you zoned out for a moment. I almost thought that you fell asleep. It wouldn't really surprise me, puppies often takes small naps."
Jou blushed, and gave Seto a glare. "I'm no puppy."
Seto smirked, and ruffled Jou's blonds locks affectionately. "I beg to differ. You do look like a puppy, there's no going around it." Seto brushed the other's cheek again, and then rose. "Lunch is soon over. We should get back, our class begins in fifteen minutes."
Jou quickly scrambled to his feet, still slightly dizzy from the closeness earlier, and nodded. "Yeah. I guess so." They walked out and were to walk away from each other, seeing that their lockers were in the opposite directions of each other. But before Jou could go to his locker, Seto put a hand on his shoulder, sending electrical jolts down Jou's back, and making his legs freeze.
"Katsuya, did you eat anything at lunch?" Sure Seto was happy to spend time with Jou, but he didn't want the boy to be without food just to stay with him on the lunch-hour.
Jou was about to nod, when he suddenly remembered that he hadn't, and groaned. "Oh, man! I forgot...man, I'm gonna starve to death..." He sulked, and his shoulders dropped. That he missed lunch meant that he wasn't likely to get any other food on that day, and therefore would be starving the by next day.
Seto sighed, and then put a hand in his pocket. "Here. Take this." He handed Jou a small sandwich with cheese and ham, which the boy took with big eyes.
"B-But...what about you? Ain't you goin' to eat this?"
Seto shook his head. "I'll be fine." It wasn't a big deal for him, he usually wasn't that hungry in school anyway.
Jou opened his mouth to protest once more, but Seto stopped him by putting one finger on his lips. Seto almost lost his ability to speak when he felt those soft lips against his skin, but he ignored it. "It's okay, Katsuya. Seriously, I'm not that hungry. You can have it." Then Seto removed his finger, immediately missing the softness of Jou's lips.
Jou blushed slightly, and looked at the sandwich for a second or two. Then he turned his face upwards, and gave Seto a big and happy smile. The smile made Seto's heart skip a beat, and it felt like the whole corridor brightened.
"Thanks, K...I mean...thanks, Seto." Jou hesitated, and then he suddenly wrapped his arms around Seto's waist in a brief hug. He quickly pulled away from the embrace, cheeks red and a huge grin on his face, and then backed a little. "Um, I'll see ya later...bye, Kai...Seto." And with that, Jou turned around and half-ran, and half-walked down the corridor.
Seto looked at the blond until he turned the corner. Then the brunet sighed, and turned around with a small smile on his lips. He still felt those warm arms around his waist, like it had been burnt into him. And he loved how it felt.
The day couldn't have been better.
End Chapter!
And there, I end this chapter! But a new one should be up soon if I don't get a writers block or something...I really hope that I won't!
Damn, I'm going poetic in these chapters...I really should get a grip of myself...-shudders-
How did you think this ended up then? Was it okay? Or should I start knitting instead of writing? Hmm...choices, choices...
Um...was this quite long? I think it was...AH! Over 6000 words! –faints- I sure hope that you all like long chapters!
Oh, before I forget: For those who read 'Wha'dya mean we're stuck', I have finished one chapter of a sequel, and I'm thinking about posting it next week or something like that...what do you think?
Anywho, give me a review (I absolutely LOVE long reviews with constructive things in them) and I shall update as quickly as possible.