Annoyshipping (Jonouchi Katsuya/Kaiba Noa/Kaiba Seto)
. . .
By themselves, they were already a headache. Put them together, and Seto had a goddamn migraine.
He triedhis best to ignore the giggling that was coming from the office down the hall, but part of him was starting to think that that was a bad idea. He should have never told Mokuba that it was okay to let Jonouchi come over—and he should have never let Jonouchi find out that Noa was still around.
The giggling was starting to actually make him nervous, so he left his pressing papers on the table, sneaking down the hall to peek into the room.
This office held only a massive supercomputer, where Noa's code was being kept until Seto could create a suitable physical host to download him into. It wasn't nearly as extensive as a world as the one that Gozaburo had built for Noa, but it made do for now. The screen took up most of the wall, so that you could see Noa walking across it, like some kind of giant Skype screen.
Jonouchi was perched on the end of the chair near the desk in front of the screen, snickering at something that Noa was presumably showing him on one of the smaller computer screens on the desk.
"Is there something going on in here that you'd like to share with the rest of the class?" Seto said with a faint snarl in the back of his voice.
Jonouchi covered his mouth as he looked over his shoulder, clearly still trying not to laugh out loud. Noa just smiled at Seto innocently from the screen, clasping his hands together.
"Why, Seto! I can't believe you would accuse us of doing anything illicit."
"I didn't accuse you of anything, I just want to make sure you two are...fucking researching stink bombs again."
"Noa, put the photos away," Jonouchi snickered between his fingers, but it was too late, as Seto had stepped into the room and managed to lean up just enough to see over Jonouchi's shoulder...
"Why the fuckare you two looking up photos from my first press releases?" he said.
Noa quickly flicked the images out of sight, grinning with a forced mock innocence.
"What? We weren't doing that?"
"No—course not," Jonouchi snickered.
"What's so funny about my press releases?" Seto said.
Jonouchi couldn't hold it in anymore. He exploded with laughter, so hard that he actually fell out of the chair and starting shaking on the floor, his face going red. Seto felt his own face going a bit heated, too, but for a much different reason.
"What is wrongwith my press releases?" he said.
"Well," Noa said. He flicked a picture onto the screen beside him, projecting an image of Seto himself—looking very, very uncomfortable in a starched shirt that had a collar so high it looked like it was choking him, and shirt-tails so long that they almost touched the floor. "I think you might have still being trying to figure out your...uh...lookback then."
Seto felt himself flush.
"Oh, and like your pastel yellow jacket and blue bow-tie was any better," Seto said.
"You look like such a fucking nerd, oh my god," Jonouchi wheezed.
"Shut up, Jonouchi—we both know you look like someone who crawled out of a thrift store!"
"At—least I'm not—trying to wear three belts—and thinking it looks cool—" Jonouchi said in between choking laughs.
Noa was starting to snicker behind one hand too, and Seto glared at both of them. To his utter embarrassment, he couldn't think of a single retort—in fact, if he was honest, seeing pictures of him back then was...making him feel things. Bad things. Oh god, what was that outfit? What had possessed him to think that that looked good?
Seto finally just gave up, throwing his hands into the air.
"Well as long as you two want to act like absolute children, I won't bother you!" he said, feeling his face still hotter than the sun.
"Bye, Seto," Noa said sweetly after Seto's back.
The cuteness of his voice was completely lost, though, in Jonouchi's absolutely horrible chortles.
. . .
A/N: Children. Next is Angstshipping (Ryo x Marik).
