Sorry I haven't posted. I've had work and I am soon to be going in two college, One more week to go. So, hello all ^.^ I hope this chapter is better than my last one. And yes I did notice that I didn't mention what happened to Yugi. Don't worry you'll find out Tee hee. (note I think that at chapter ten I might switch to Kaiba's POV for a while. Is anyone majorly turned off by that Idea? I may decide not to) OMG I just realized that I said it was winter in the first chapter and then it sounds like summer. So I may have to edit the part where he's lying outside in one of the previous chapters to mirror that)
Jonouchi's head had begun to clear in the chilly night wind. The effects of the alcohol had long since worn off, and there was nothing left but the waning after effects. He stopped panting outside of the club. "The Velvet Lounge" it was called; such a ridiculously posh name for such a dingy classless establishment.
After catching his breath the blonde strode around to the side entrance and slipped in trying to be stealthy. If Kei caught him, well the consequences of that went without explaining. He managed to make it into his dressing room and his uniform before he was caught. He looked in the mirror. He looked a mess. His fair pale face was even paler from stress and his blond hair was tousled. There were dark circles under his eyes that stood out like bruises. He sighed, touched up his makeup, and gave his hair a quick brush. He looked like an old porcelain doll, pale smooth skin covered with paint easily broken.
Tearing his eyes from the mirror he ran a hand through his hair and strode out into the smoky club. His usual gaggle surrounded him waving cash and choking him with their requests. He began work as usual flinching as a rather large and sweaty businessman copped a feel as he turned his back to the audience. He turned to tell him off but something caught his eye, something that terrified him more than Kei's dark gaze.
Seto Kaiba stood in the doorway the look on his pale face nearly indescribable. His mouth hung open in shock. The blonde fought the urge to run frozen in fear.
"Whose he, your boyfriend?" one of his regulars, a brunette, asked jealously following his gaze to the gaping CEO.
"No," Jonouchi replied coldly praying that Kaiba would order a drink and keep his distance, he could reason with him later. He returned to his work pulling his next customer from the kerfuffle in front of his station. To his dismay it was the brunette from before. She giggled and winked flipping her obvious extensions and fluttering her false lashes. 'I bet those boobs are fake too.' Jonouchi thought trying to transform his glare into a sexy smirk.
He began his rehearsed lap dance keeping one of his eyes on his rival. Luckily he was good enough at his job to multi task. A trickle of sweat dripped down his face and he turned his full attention back to his work confident that he was safe for at least the moment. He had finished with the brunette and was now beginning his act with a young American man who looked a little nervous. Jonouchi could care less. He hardly payed attention to his customers anymore. Tonight he was so flustered that he could hardly even pay attention to loathing himself although in a way he was loathing himself more than ever. It almost felt like he had been walked in on having sex with someone he shouldn't have been but instead of stopping continuing on. It was a dirty feeling. And it was saying something for him to feel dirtier than usual. Out of the corner of his he noticed movement. Seto was making a B-line straight towards him. "Shit,shit,shit." Jonouchi thought his body tensing up. He stopped mid performance and flinched his heartbeat accelerating. All he could hear was music, a faint roar from the clubbers, and the footsteps that were echoing closer and closer in his head.
(Erm was that better . I hope you liked it please review and give me a critique, can I change anything? Can I make it better?)