Story: Puppies and Dragons Don't Mix
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh.
Warning: Yaoi (boyxboy). May contain lime and/or lemon.
Pairings: Jou/Kaiba Possibly: Yami/Yugi Ryou/Bakura Otogi/Honda
Summary: Jou finds out that Kaiba is slowly destroying himself and desperately needs help. But why should he care? He's his worst enemy...right?
Symbols: "Talking" 'Thinking' -Scene Change- Chapter Start & End
Chapter 5: Don't leave me
"The Heian period was one of the longest periods of uninterrupted peace in early Japan; in fact…" The teacher's words washed over him, like a stream over pebbles. Normally, he would be sitting, rapt with attention, and basking in knowledge about Edo Japan. Or at least, listening. But now a certain brunette seemed to be the only thing that could captivate his interest.
'Why is he here?' Thought Jou, absent-mindedly sketching on his notebook. 'He's sick. Why is he here? Wait…why am I thinking of him? I don't care if he's sick or not.' Jou irately focused back on the lesson, gritting his teeth.
This had been going on for quite awhile. He would sit there, thinking of the CEO, realize it, become disgusted with himself and force his concentration on the teacher again, only to drift back into thoughts about the teen. It was an inexhaustible cycle that frustrated the hell out of him. Nerves wearing thin, he was once again jostled out of his thoughts when the teacher slammed a meaty hand down on his desk, causing him to jump. Another flaw in his beloved period.
"MIS-ter Jonouchi!" The instructor bellowed, forcing him to look into her sharp angled face. "If you have nothing better to do in my class than…"
She bent over to examine his doodle-ridden notebook and Jou felt a sense of dread seep into his heart. No matter how hard he worked in this class, she seemed to hate him and never missed a chance to send him away. "…draw stick figures, than I suggest you get out now."
Jou opened his mouth to speak, brain trying to rack up a plausible excuse, but she cut him off. "NOW!"
Fuming, Jou stood up rather abruptly, causing the teacher to stumble back in surprise. "FINE!" he yelled, as he grabbed his notebook and roughly stuffed it into his backpack. "I don't need to be here anyways."
Stomping in his fury, Jou headed up the aisles and passed by a rather smug Kaiba. He didn't have the time to unleash his rage on anyone else, so throwing him a nasty glare would have to suffice.
'After all, it was his fault I got thrown out.' Jou thought irrationally as he slammed the door closed, causing the teacher to become more incensed with his behavior. 'Stupid Kaiba. How could I be dim-witted enough to actually save him? He could have died and that would be the end of my problems.'
Jou, now worn out with his actions, slid down the chalk white wall, his anger fading slowly. He pulled out his notebook, inspecting his handy work that had also contributed to the reason he was out here.
It appeared that he had some kind of war scene going on, a whole mass of little men holding crudely drawn knives above their heads, screaming at the opponent, a lone figure with a bow and arrow. Jou frowned. What was he thinking when he drew this?
"Art can sometimes reflect what you are feeling inside." A voice said above him. Jou jerked his head up, his eyes widening at who it was. Why was he here?
"So apparently, you feel as if you are against the world." Kaiba whispered softly, his cobalt blue eyes fixated on Jou's. "Or… you could just be lacking the brains to draw anything intelligent." The ice bled back into his words, throwing Jou off. He had been different, almost as if he was studying Jou instead of insulting him. But now he knew it was just another one of his twisted games.
"Kaiba!" He said angrily as he struggled to his feet, disliking the position they were in. "Why are you out here? Head become too swelled for anyone to see over?"
Kaiba burst into cold, hollow laughter and caused Jou to shudder. If he could pick one thing to get rid of about Kaiba, it would be his laugh. Never had he heard less amusement in a voice.
"Well, Mutt, I must say, you are certainly lacking on your insults." He said, a frosty smirk upon his face again. "I had expected better of you."
"Shut up!" Jou was already pissed about the incident in class and he didn't need Kaiba to rake him over the coals with his verbal abuse. "Don't you have anything better to do?"
"No, as a matter of fact, I don't. I was also thrown out by that bat of a teacher. She saw me grinning and took it for something else." Kaiba said calmly, gliding away from Jou like a shadow and settling himself across the hall. "It seems as if we're both in the same situation and I'm not in the least pleased about it. She'll be dismissed from the faculty soon, maybe tomorrow."
Jou stared at him, trying to comprehend what he had just said, before it hit him. "You're gonna get someone to fire her?"
A miniscule smile of hilarity found its way on Kaiba's lips. "Yes, I knew I should have simplified it for you. Too many words, so little brain cells."
Jou felt strong resentment surge up in his chest as he stared into Kaiba's piercing gaze, mustering up just enough resolve to keep from tearing his hair out. "Shut up!" Jou found that he said that a lot around Kaiba. "Keep your cruel personality to yourself and do the world some good."
Kaiba opened his mouth to reply to the puppy's demand, when he lost his balance. He had been quite dizzy throughout the day and had been precautious not to over exert himself incase something along the lines of this morning happened again. But it looked as if that wasn't enough. He fell back against the wall with a clunk, and wavered there, not trusting his remaining strength to move. Shutting his mouth, he cringed when he heard and felt his teeth clicking together. That would definitely be sore in the morning.
He looked back up at Jou, who had balled his fists, anger flashing in his honey colored eyes. He obviously hadn't noticed his predicament. Instead Jou's most likely objective was to come up with new and improved criticism. Kaiba winced as a fresh wave of nausea hit him and prepared to be berated until Jou's voice became hoarse. After all, he wouldn't be able to puncture his ego having lost all his strength.
But Jou did not say anything. He just continued to stand there, waiting for Kaiba to respond. That was the code that they had abided by since they began this rivalry. They would throw remarks back and forth until one became sick of the other and trudged off. That was how it was done.
Kaiba was silent though, not taking the chance to input his own two cents like normal. Why, Jou did not know. Yugi's words came back to him from earlier today. Maybe he just wanted to sit back and watch Jou blow up, go berserk and throw a tantrum. Maybe that's what he wanted. Well, he wasn't going to give it to him. Not today.
The silence was loud in Kaiba's ears. It seemed to buzz in his head, like a mad horde of flies. He could hear his sharp intakes of breath as he watched through a haze, like a grainy movie, how Jou just continued to stare at him. 'Why doesn't he snap back?' thought Kaiba, feeling himself slowly slip down the wall. 'Why is he just standing there?'
Fatigue from the meetings, school, and unventilated offices took its toll on Kaiba's body. He dug his fingernails into the plaster, trying frantically to keep himself from falling. Jou's face was no longer visible; his eyes had become so unfocused. He was a mere blob against a blank background, and rapidly dimming. Oh he was so tired. It felt like a heavy weight was put upon him, amplifying gravity and seeming to crush and crumble his shoulder blades. Why was he so damn tired? He wouldn't give in to these lenience requests for rest from his body. He still had stuff to do, important things on his agenda. But he was so tired…
He saw the blob move. Jou…he saw Jou getting closer. He was faintly aware that the floor had slipped out from under him and he was sinking towards it. He did not hear the bell ring, announcing to the students' delight that school was over. He did not see the people, streaming out of the classrooms, eager to get out of class, only to stop dead at the scene unfolding before them. He did not feel himself being lifted away from the wall.
All he heard was Jou's breath in his ear, all he saw was startled, toffee colored eyes staring into his own, all he felt was warm arms encircling his body, hands pressed against his back. And he wanted to stay there forever. He wanted to doze but he didn't want that new, foreign feeling and person to go. The blackness pulled at the corners of his eyes, whispering in his ear for him to come away with it.
"Don't…leave…me." He breathed out before he succumbed to the smothering blanket of sleep. Bliss overcame his senses as he drifted away, not noticing the tears that trickled down his pale face.
End of Chapter 5
Author's notes: Yeesh, weird chapter. I wrote it while I was sick at home (And I still am) with the flu. I guess maybe I was trying to convey something to you people. I dunno. Tell me what you think. Does it seem really dumb or really good or…what? Drop in a review and inform me. Oh, and thank you soooooo much for those last ones. Helped me get well and over this damn flu bug. It even worked better than the crap (A.K.A. Tylenol) I was taking. Anyways, I think I have said it already but I'm gonna say it again. READ & REVIEW POR FAVOR! ;)