Gangshipping (Hirutani/Jonouchi Katsuya)

. . .

"You," the boy said between harsh, heavy breaths, his eyes lit up like a fireworks display, "are incredible."

Jonouchi didn't answer, he was breathing heavily himself. He slumped against the brick wall—knuckles bruised and bleeding, he hissed as he blew on the scrapes. He could see bits of debris shoved under his skin and it hurt like hell to unclench his fists. His knees were pretty bad too, and the blood was ruining his school pants. He was going to get into so much trouble for "failure to keep uniform clean." He really couldn't bring himself to care.

The boy leaned forward again, wheezing as he rested against his own knees, knuckles resting on the ground in front of him. His face was alight with excitement as he stared at Jonouchi, a wide grin spreading across his face—a face like that didn't belong in a place like this. It was too bright and cheerful, albeit in a wild, feral sort of way, for the background of scattered, ripped up trashbags and knocked out bodies slumped over the ground and against walls and over trash bins.

"I'm serious," he said breathlessly. "You're amazing. That right hook of yours is—superhuman."

"Fuck off," Jonouchi managed to mumble. What was this guy's deal? Jonouchi would have smashed his head against the wall if he wasn't too tired to stand. This guy was so friendly for a dude he had just been trying to beat the shit out of.

And there was something about his eyes...something wild that danced at the back like a flame left unattended. Like something that would burn him if he got too close.

He felt an uncharacteristic shudder pass through him.

The boy staggered up to his feet, leaning back against the wall to support himself. Jonouchi flinched back in spite of himself—going after him while he was down?

But the young man only staggered forward one step, and jutted a hand out towards Jonouchi.

"I'm Hirutani," he said. "I like kids like you...kids with a dark look in their eyes. You interested in joining up with me, kid?"

Jonouchi stared at the hand for a moment, and then up at Hirutani. Once again, he felt a faint shudder. Who wasthis guy?

"What do you want to do with me? I almost killed you," Jonouchi said.

Hirutani laughed—it was a thick, echoing sound that made Jonouchi's brain rattle.

"I like monsters," he said. "We ought to stick together, don't you think?"

Jonouchi stared at him for a little longer. What exactly was behind those eyes? Was it just the fire?

Or was there...something more dangerous?

He looked down at the hand extended to him again. He looked at his hands, bloodied and bruised. He wasn't sure he could get up, his legs were so weak. He could have just sat against this walls forever. His eyes rose once more to the hand.

His hand met Hirutani's, and immediately, he felt the heat—felt the vise clamp around him.

But at least he wasn't sitting against the wall alone anymore.

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A/N: Idk i guess it works. Getting distracted by the presidential debates. America is shit guys, you don't want to live here. Next is Gameshipping (Yami no Yugi x Otogi).