Hey so I'm back. I got a laptop for Christmas so now I have my own computer and don't have to share with my family. So I should get things up pretty quickly despite all the college stuff I have to do .

So I don't own Yu-Gi-OH and lalalala…yup here's chapter 4

Jonouchi sat in the shower bored out of his mind. Because there was nothing to keep the poor kid's mind off of the things that had been happening as of late he began to break down. No one was around and so no one was there to tell him he was a baby for crying so he let it all go and let the laments of his life cascade down his cheeks and onto the old tile floor of the showers. He barely noticed the time passing until suddenly he heard a rustling noise and glanced up to see none other than Seto Kaiba utterly depressed he was crying like a little kid and sitting fully clothed in the same shower as Seto Kaiba. Talk about awkward situations.

Luckily Kaiba was too busy cleaning his body…his scar less…envy worthy…perfect…body. Jonouchi looked away. He hated Kaiba he hated how he was so flawless. It was almost as though fate was mocking him. Jonouchi squeezed his eyes shut and pretended not to exist. A technique that he used when his father beat him. He peeked through his fingers to see if there was any chance of escape, unfortunately just as he peeked Seto turned around. The look on his face could not be described. He was opening his mouth and closing it like a fish until finally he was able to force out a strangled "couldn't get enough during art class."

This was enough to make Jonouchi cringe, "No, no…er yes..I." he trembled.

Seto advanced towards him giving no heed to the fact that he was nude, that or so blinded with rage that he had somehow forgotten. Jonouchi continued to shake and scrambled away. He was sure that Kaiba was going to beat the ever loving shit out of him. He closed his eyes again and waited for the pain. He heard Kaiba's hand being drawn back to hit him. And he felt the wet droplets of water hit him as the hand flew towards him balled into a fist. Then suddenly something happened that struck a fear into Jonouchi that was stronger even than the impending fist to the face.

"Shower check!" Kei's voice rang slimy and sweet sounding. Jonouchi's eyes flew open and stayed that was and he began to scramble away muttering under his breath. Seto stopped his punch midflight to ogle at the peculiar behavior which Jonouchi was now displaying. "Are you ok?" he found himself asking.

"Help me," Jonouchi pleaded talking more to think air than Seto. Seto watched him with a look of confusion and pissed off pity. "I'll explain later, but please hide me or distract him." Jonouchi whimpered. Seto was silent his face its usual stony hardness. The sound of Kei checking off students who were showering properly was growing closer and closer. Seto made a quick decision. And leaned forward pressing his mouth against Jonouchi's. The curtain flew open, "Mr. Kai…" Kei stopped midsentence as he had just walked in on Seto in the act of putting his tongue down the throat of somebody. He couldn't say who. He didn't stay long enough to find out.

Jonouchi's face was currently the color of a tomato. He was blushing in humiliation pleasure and embarrassment at feeling that way. As soon as Kei was gone Kaiba pushed Jonouchi away and spat onto the shower floor. "You owe me big time" he snarled.

"No one said you had to kiss me." Jonouchi protested.

"Well it worked didn't it?" Kaiba said looking disgusted with himself. And with that he turned and grabbed his towel and left the shower leaving the poor blonde to contemplate what had just happened.

The said blond sat holding his head a pounding in his skull making it hard for him to think. Seto Kaiba had kissed him of all the things. And it had felt so good. He had never been kissed like that before. The only kisses he had ever gotten were from overenthusiastic guests at the club or his sister and her kisses were only on the cheek. There was a dull aching in his hear t too that he couldn't read at the time. It was just a bud a sleeping flower waiting for the right touch to send it unfurling into bloom.

He stood and snuck carefully out of the shower so many things going through his head that he was having trouble watching where he was going. He snuck outside and sat down out of the prying eyes of the other students and lit a cigarette. It had been a while since he had had the time to actually finish a cigarette.

His classes were over for the day and he had about four hours before he had to go to work. He stretched out across the grass and drifted off trying to erase the day from his mind.