Well would you look at that. Instead of three years maybe a few days? Uh… not to beg but please feel free to check out my current Harry Potter fanfic. D: it's so lonely with no reviews. Chapter 3 R&R please.
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An hour or so had passed since class was in session once more. The teacher lectured about verbs in the English lanuage while the class took down notes, or pretended to. Jou scribbled strategic plans in his notebook, not wanting to back down after Kaiba's attack earlier in the hallway. What was said stabbed his heart like a sharpened blade but no matter how much he bled, Jou was determined to get back. With smooth and graceful strokes, the Japanese alphabet escaped his pen and made their imprint upon the white surface of the paper. He was lost in thought and wiggled his foot out of habit. Faster and faster his hand wrote down his thoughts, trying to catch up to the speed of his heart and brain before he had to stop and admit that the body could never match the speed of thought. Putting the pen down, he wiggled his fingers and tried to regain feeling once more so he could gain control of his hand. These thoughts were very important and could not afford to be left out.
On the other side of the class, instead of a pen, the rapid clicking of plastic filled the air around Kaiba's desk. His thin fingers danced across the surface of his laptop's keyboard as he took down notes nearly as fast as the teacher was writing them down. After spending so many years at the foot of a keyboard, his typing skills could easily overwhelm any of the teacher's in the computer departments downstairs. Of course, all this came with psychical damage on his body. Between large paragraphs of notes, Kaiba would have to stop and occasionally rub his wrists as he tried to numb out the pain of carp tunnel setting in and wrecking havoc on the tendons inside. Once satisfied with the numbness, he went returned to usual position and started typing away once more. This was always how things worked for him. Numb out the pain and continue on.
"Take out your English Textbooks and turn to page 43," the teacher announced to the class and in that moment the silence was broken by the movement of the entire classroom shifting their bodies. Jou grabbed his bag and shifted through the untidy mess of loose papers and other miscellaneous stuff before finding it at behind a pile of papers. Kaiba was more organized than that and could easily find anything in his desk with his eyes closed, which he cared to do as he found the task rather unimportant. With a silent sigh, he reached into the desk to retrieve his book when his hand brushed up against something unfamiliar. He grabbed it and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from the corner of his desk. He looked down at it rather curiously. This was probably from some student who was too lazy to throw their trash away and found it more resourceful to just throw it away in the closest are as soon as possible. The thought of that kind of situation disgusted him for Kaiba had no forgiveness for lazy behaviour. Yet - wait a minute. What if this was placed here intentionally? Slowly, he unravelled the paper, finding words between the creases.
"You will like my sense of humour."
What kind of message was this? A cryptic one? A threat? The poor penmanship gave clues as to who wrote the message but the paper was so distorted because of its forced shape, it was hard to make out whether the strokes of the pen were intentional or an illusion of the light and shadow that hit the many creases.
Jou looked over at Kaiba, curious as to what he was staring at when he noticed the boy was reading the message he had left in there before the break. Message sent! Message sent! Commence with stage two.
Jou smiled and quickly grabbed another piece of paper, jotting down his next phase of the war. Satisfied with it, Jou crumpled up the paper loudly until it was in a perfectly round shape. The class looked towards him because it was sudden noise that had disturbed the teacher. "Mr. Katsuya," the teacher called out, "since you feel it is necessary to made such loud noises when I am talking, perhaps you would like to read the next sentence in English." Jou blinked and pointed to himself. "What? I just made of mess of the notes I made and wanted to get rid of that paper! I didn't want to throw it in my bag and later confuse it for the real notes," he spoke out of protest. Kaiba snickered at the comment, "Like the real notes would do you any good anyways."
Jou turned to Kaiba and threw the crumpled ball at his head, "Shut your yap you arrogant, stuck up bastard!" Kaiba raised his hand and caught the ball before it could hit his face and he growled. The class gasped and the teacher hit the blackboard with a ruler, annoyed with Jou`s behaviour. "If that's how you're going to act in my class Mr. Katsuya then I have no choice but to demand you leave at once! Your presence is no longer wanted in this class for today. You may return when you feel you can handle things more adult like!"
Without a word, Jou stood up, collected his things and headed towards the door. Yuugi, Honda and Anzu looked to their friend worriedly but dared not say a word incase it would anger the teacher further. Just as Jou was heading out the door, he paused and looked at Kaiba. He darted his eyes towards the ball in the dark youth's hands before looking back up at him in the eye and winked at him. Seto blinked and looked down at the paper in his hand. Was all this a set up? Did Seto Kaiba just fall for one of the dog's tricks willingly without catching on? Glaring, he clenched the ball tightly, beating himself up for being tricked so easily like that.
"Is there anything you forgot Mr. Katsuya," the teacher spoke up sternly and crossed his arms across his chest. Jou never looked at the teacher once as he left the classroom. Settling down, the teacher continued with his lessons and the class went back to its usual ritual. All except Kaiba. He held the paper tightly and took down a few notes but found himself looking down at the paper far too often than he would ever want to admit. Finally, he lowered his hands to his lap and slowly started to unfold the paper. As he unfolded the hidden message, the words from the last paper popped into his head.
What does he mean I'll like his sense of humour?
He held the paper and looked down at it, reading what was written inside.
"I will leave the room with an upper hand and overpower you with wit."
Another loud noise broke through the air as Kaiba quickly crumpled the paper up in anger. He did it! He had actually made play the part of the fool by falling straight into the dog's trap! How could he be so stupid!
"What is it Mr. Kaiba," the teacher growled, now getting annoyed of this constant interruption. `
"I have to leave for business reasons," Seto calmly replied and packed his things quickly. "I apologize for the interruption." Just like that, he too left the class. The students were puzzled as to what exactly was going on but for the teacher, he looked out to the class and asked if anyone else was planning to leave so they could continue on.
Kaiba made his way down the stairs and headed towards the school enterance where lo and behold Jou stood, as if waiting for him. "I knew you would do something stupid when you read that. Guess I'm not the only thing that's predictable-"
"What the hell do you want with me Katsuya!" Kaiba snapped. He was getting tired of these cat and mouse games, but more he was getting annoyed with not being the one in charge.
"You know what I want Kaiba," Jou looked at him sternly with a sly smile. "We've been over this. I want you."
Kaiba kept his scowl as he stared at the blonde. This was just another one of his tricks, he wanted him to flip out so he could claim victory over today's war. But not anymore. Kaiba had told himself that if he was ever going to beat Jou at this strange game, then he would have to bite his tongue and play by the scoundrel's rules. Slowly, he approached the blonde and softly said, "Come with me." Jou`s eyes widened upon hearing those words and turned to follow Kaiba. The two made their way across the school grounds, pass the enterance gates and further more down the street until they were no longer on school property. Jou looked around, wondering where Kaiba was leading him but never dared to ask. Jou`s mind was racing, was Seto going to beat the shit out of him? No. He wouldn't stoop so low, especially in a game of emotional significance and wits. Kaiba changed his course of direction, when he strayed off the sidewalk and into an empty lot that was being over run by shrubs and high grasses. Should he follow him? What if this was a trap or better yet, what if he really was going to beat the shit out of him and leave his battered body there out of sight? "Hurry up you dumb mutt," Kaiba's voice shouted from the greenery and Jou did so. He batted the grass out of his face until he found Kaiba against the side of a building that neighboured the vacant lot. The bushes covered this one clear patch with shade and a tree hid them completely from the blue sky. Beams of sunlight penetrated through the holes between leaves and twigs, making the atmosphere dance around. The dark youth tapped his thigh with a forefinger as he waited for the blonde to approach him. "What did you drag me all the way out here Kaiba? If you wanted to beat my ass we could easily have done so in public. I know who pissed off you are-" Jou let out a yelp as Kaiba reached out and grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt before violently throwing him around until his back hit the side of the building. It hurt, he'll admit but the strange thing was Seto still had a firm grip on him. Jou clenched his teeth as he glared up at Kaiba, who looked down at him coldly with those ever still ocean blue eyes. "Well!" Jou snapped, "What are you waiting for! Punch me already!"
"You never learn when to shut up," Kaiba's deep voice growled before claiming victory in this war. The air was till. His body was frozen. Jou`s mind, for the first time had stopped and his heart seemed to cease beating. He felt warmth against his lips and the soft, warm breeze of another's breath on his skin. Seto Kaiba claimed victory with a kiss.