It's time for the… Fourth chapter: silence :… Anyways, yeah, the fourth chapter is here, and it's slightly more subdued due to Jou finding out that a certain brunette is the one hunting his dreams. All fine and dandy, really, except they still hate each other's guts. Happy little love story? No, but not angst filled either.
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters of Yu-Gi-Oh! They all belong to Kazuki Takahashi!
WARNING: This contains slight shounen-ai and Yaoi hinting. Meaning boyxboy shit. Bugger off if ya dun like this kinda stuff .
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When All Else Fails, Chapter 4
I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
- D.H. Lawrence
That was rather… Embarrassing.
Sure, tripping in front of your crush was kind of embarrassing. Farting in front of the whole school was mildly embarrassing. Having your pants pulled down, to reveal that you wore pink boxers with deformed teddy bears splotched here and there, was extremely embarrassing.
But running out of the men's bathroom with your dick hanging out, after being confronted and almost molested by a sexually frustrated CEO that took offense if you didn't call him straighter then the stick that was shoved up his ass?
That was let-me-be-swallowed-up-by-a-big-hole-and-let-me-DIE-painfully embarrassing.
He had actually made a girl faint, after she came out from the cafeteria, and found him there, standing gloriously near the lockers in all his… Ok, he wasn't going to say the size of his john. But he was standing there, and she had come along, and… yeah. She had fainted.
To say he didn't zip up his pants fast was an understatement.
Before anyone could ask just why the girl had decided to take a nap on the floor, he had made a hasty retreat to his locker, half jogging and half running to the desired location.
A brief contemplation brought Jou to the conclusion that he had enough school for today. Like, Seriously, who would want to stay in the next four classes with the guy that did unspeakable things with and to you in your dreams, and was a hated bastard in reality? No one he knew. Unless… while, what ever. He wasn't going to think. His brain was bleeding already.
Opening his locker and grabbing the homework Mr. Yuriko had so graciously given everyone, he paused for a second to think (last time for today, he hoped) of an excuse, for tomorrow, if anyone asked. Sick? Too… unoriginal. Suddenly being called upon by his dad, for a task of some sort? They'd phone him, he'd be drunk, they'd take him away. Sudden job emergency? Perfect, if he had a job. His sister needed his help with something? That was it.
He sighed when he was at the exits, opening it quickly and stepping out. Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it.
He really hated this week. And it was only Wednesday.
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The blonde smiled as he leaned back against a warm body, long legs bent comfortably before him as a small laugh escaped with a small breathe. This moment was near to perfect. The sky was blue, the grass was green, and the sun was sitting high in the sky, blessing the couple who sat under the cherry tree. The only thing that wasn't right was that the moment would have to end soon.
Sometimes he cursed the fact that his lover owned his own company by birthright.
It was a surprise, though, when he was walking home and, suddenly, an old green car with chipped paint had pulled up beside him, with a hurried 'get in!'. His lover hadn't been at school for two days, and that had worried him, so… Yeah. He had acted on impulse and gotten in. Imagine, to his delight, that it was his boyfriend, and the cobalt-eyed teen had sped out of the city like the demons of hell were following him. To bring him here, to a secluded spot in the woods, where it was virtually deserted of any living thing, except birds, who could care less about them.
A breathe gently caressed his ear and cheek as he felt a chin perch itself on his shoulder, a small chuckle sounding right after. He had to smile and laugh happily at this. He was in a good mood today, really. His lover had found time, just for him, to set up a picnic, away from the media and everyone else. He had even put Mokuba on hold, just for this stolen moment. Of course, they still could reach the raven-haired boy if anything did happen…
"What's so funny? An inside joke, perhaps?" He glanced out of the corner of his eye and smiled, catching the cobalt eyed teen's mouth teasing a smile. He really, really loved him…
"Nothing's funny! I just thought about how perfect this moment is! Don't you agree?" He finally turned to look at the man he stole this moment with, gingerly reaching up a hand and brushing some brunette strands back. Another teasing smile brushed the man's lips before he stole a kiss from Jou quickly, nodding.
"Hn. Your absolutely right, Jou-puppy." The arms wrapped around his waist moved only slightly so that the teen holding him was set more comfortably against the tree, legs bending so that they were mirroring the same position his were. He felt a feather light kiss placed on his neck, and another small laugh. "The moment's perfect because I have the person I love with me."
The blonde laughed loudly, bending his head at another feather light kiss on his neck. "Never knew ya as such a romantic, Seto!" He turned his face towards the CEO's again, smiling widely as another laugh escaped him. "But that's why I love you, right? 'Cos your just a bundle of mysterious, right?"
A real smile, one that wasn't teasing or smirking, painted itself on Kaiba's face, and he had to remember to breath. Gods, he was beautiful. "For you, I'm willing to open up." And then he was being kissed softly, and he couldn't breath this time, because Seto Kaiba was stealing his breath away.
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… He was never, EVER going to fall asleep in the park again.
It was bad enough that he had stupid dreams which involved sex and a mysterious guy (Which, he now knew, was Kaiba, for some absurd reason), but to have dreams that they were having some mushy date, where he actually said 'I love you'!
That was just, plainly, crossing the line.
He stared up at the sky as he tried to calm down his rapidly beating heart, the fluffy, white clouds floating lazily above him resembling nothing but fluffy, white clouds. Great. They always resembled something or another, like ice cream or a burger. Something like food. But, for the one time he really needed to take his mind off things, they were plain clouds. Plain fluffy clouds. And 'they look like marshmallows!' didn't count this time.
A sigh escaped his lips as he looked past the clouds and into the blue sky, eyebrows bunched into a thoughtful frown. Why the hell was Kaiba, of all people, in his dreams? He didn't like Kaiba. He hated his guts. And he was sure, more sure then anything he'd ever been sure of, that the feeling was mutual. Hell, Kaiba probably hated him a little more then Jou hated him, if not a lot more.
Why the fuck did Kaiba hate him again? Probably because he was 'a loudmouth punk that couldn't keep his emotions under control'. He forgot who had said that to him once. Probably Hiratana (1). Always was threatening him someway or another…
And why did he hate Kaiba? Simple. He was a cold-hearted, stuck-up, 'look-at-me-I'm-better-then-you' type of person who gave a shit about no one, and treated everyone like they were dirt. That's why. He God damn hated that bastard.
He felt his stomach rumble after a few more minutes of thinking, and he spared a sheepish grin to the sky above. No more time to think about ice-cold bastards and the dreams they filled. Now, he had to go eat.
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"Don't worry, Yug'! I'm fine. Shizuka just needed a hand, for Dad's birthday." And, thankfully, that bastard wasn't here right now. "And, yeah, can I get those notes from the last two classes?" He was very thankful right now that he had had those last two classes with Yug' that day. Coincidence ruled all. "Really? Thanks buddy. I knew I could count on ya! Seeya later, k? Dad's home. Later!"
He hung up the phone rather quickly, in fear that the petite boy on the other end would ask more questions, anything that would maybe lead him to talk about his dad, the bastard that threw beer bottles at him for him to clean up or cook. His dad never heavily abused him, unless he was home late or did something real bad…
Lost in thought for the moment (he really needed to stop thinking so much), he registered only after the first ring that the phone was ringing under his hand. He sure was on the phone lots lately…
After the second ring, he finally picked it up, answering with a friendly "Hello, Jounouchi residence!" And after a moment of silence, a voice spoke, and he almost crushed the phone from how tight he was holding the device that allowed him to hear what he was hearing.
"Hey… Brat… Get yer ass down 'ere… I'm in da cop place.. Summetin for harassing a whore… Bring some money to spring me, ya hear?" His dad's drunken voice carried over the line, sounding a tad bit confused as why he was there. Harassing? His Dad had been harassing some woman? Dear Kami…
"Uhhh... I can't, Dad. We don't have no money, remember? You took it all today…" He knew this because he had missed supper (it was now 10:30 pm), on the account that there was no food, and no money for ordering pizza. He had only had a half a bag of stale crackers and a little bit of water, since the water was really greasy here.
He heard a low growl, a usual warning of oncoming violence, if the elder Jounouchi had been here. "Listen 'ere, brat. You bring some money… Else I'll beat yer ass inta the ground. Ya here me, brat?"
Wow, his Dad's voice was a lot stronger, more sober, when he was threatening people. He didn't get to hear more, because, suddenly, faint swearing was heard in the background, and a calm, cool voice replaced that of his father's. "Hello, may I ask who I'm speaking too?"
He made a small gulping sound, eyes widening when he realized how this person sounded. They sounded like one of those people, the ones that took pity on the poor and tried making their lives better, only succeeding in making it worse, and thought they did 'good' in the eyes of God. His voice was still bold when he answered, New York accent a bit stronger then before. "I'm da guy you just hauled off da phone's kid. When's mah dad gonna get home?"
A sigh, as if saying 'Oh, one of these kids. I'll have to make their life better.'. "I'm afraid your father is going to be staying here, and he has to have a trail later for his offence. He's being trailed for sexually harassing a woman on public grounds. He may be charged around… Let's say, 2500, if he gets off lightly. "
That kind of broke his train of thought. 2500! He couldn't round up that much money! Unless, of course, he did some stuff that would get him into even more trouble then he'd be getting into now. It was the crisp, clear voice on the phone that brought him out of his panicked thoughts. "Jounouchi? How old are you?"
His answer was automatic, with out thinking about the consequence of releasing his age to this person. "17 (2)." He realized his mistake quickly, almost hit himself and moaned. But no use crying over spilled milk, right?
A short silence followed, then the voice spoke again, a bit softer. "Jounouchi, we'll have to send someone over there to pick you up, since you are still under age to be alone in a house. Unless, of course, you have someone in mind that you can stay with until you can pay your father's charges?"
He was, again, snapped out of his reverie, and he answered confidently, voice back in place as he answered this person, that sounded like they did care, but were only out to get some money. Damn ass kissers. "Ya, I do. Dun bother to send anyone to pick me up. And I'll get da money as soon as I get it."
Then he hung up, with no goodbyes or anything that would make him seem friendly. That would be the last thing he wanted, to be friendly to an ass kisser, a person that would do anything for the consent of a higher person. A business man of some kind that would smirk down at you and decide that you could use a few more coins for being a good little doggie.
He hurriedly got ready for bed, ignoring the person on the phone's request to go over to someone's house, be safer maybe. They didn't say 'be safer', the genderless voice on the other line. He just wished, someone besides his friends, would worry about him for a second. As if his dad would worry. He only worried about how much money he could spend on beer and smokes or anything that would kill him faster.
An hour later (or was it a few minutes? He couldn't tell…), he found himself laying in bed, curled around his hands and breathing slowly. Maybe he could ask Honda if he could stay at his house for a week or two, then move on to Yug', then maybe Anzu. He knew for sure that he'd have to move around a bit, maybe for the next year or so, so he could get the money. He'd sure have to work his ass off now. He jut hoped he wouldn't have to do… Stuff like…
He didn't really want to think about that now. He just wanted a good sleep. He'd have to stop thinking, again, just to get a decent sleep. Maybe. But maybe this was some terrible nightmare, right? Where people didn't harass others, where father's weren't going to jail, where he didn't have to lie to his friends, where stupid CEO's didn't jump you in the bathroom, where they didn't live in your dreams…
The last thought before Jou fell into a dreamless sleep was that people like the person on the phone kissed people like Kaiba's ass to make their lives better then his…
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Hell yes, I suck at updating. I am so sorry, anyone who wants to read this fic! I went into a writing funk, then I got lazy, then I got a job… And I was procrastinating, too. So, sorry. Plus I made this chapter so…gross. I'm at an all time low in writing ;;.
Thanks for having patience with me, once again! Here's the notes:
(1) Hiratana was Jounichi's old gang boss. He was always calling him the right hand man instead of boss (with him), and threatened him lots, from my knowledge ;;;.
(2) I'm thinking that this is around battle city, all the arcs… So this story is kinda a AU, I guess ;;;;.
So, yeah, thanks once again for being patient with me! Thanks for reading, and… Yeah. Ciao!