[ficbit] YGO: Guard Dog con't.
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ickaimpThis fic is actually over a year old, it's our 'we're brainfried, so work on something else' fic. #^^# Which is kinda fun.
Looks like this'll be the last of the fluffy bits before the weirdness steps in.
Um... nope, this won't be posted on ff.net, but will eventually get posted on mischif.net.
Thanks to everyone who commented on it earlier!!
Con't from here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/ickaimp/222892.html
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"Yer fooling me."
Mokuba smirked. "Nope."
Jounouchi's eyebrows disappeared into his hair. "Kaiba's startin' a Duelling School?"
"Academy." Mokuba affirmed.
"Ya mean that ownin' the rights to the game, the theme parks and the tournaments aren't enough? He's gotta start his own school too?"
"Yeah, well..." Mokuba shrugged. "Look at it this way. The really -good- Duellists do really bad in school, right?"
"Well..." The blond scratched his head. "I prolly wouldn't have done much better even without ditching to attend tournaments. But Yuugi went from being one of the highest ranking students to one of the lowest after startin' on Duel Monsters."
"Exactly. The good Duellists, the serious ones, don't tend to do as well in school -because- they spend all that time away from it for Tournaments and Duels and such. So if you have a school -for- Duelling..."
"...Then the serious Duellists have a way to Duel, go to school and even possibly graduate."
"You got it." Mokuba's grin lit up his entire face. "And Kaiba Corp has an immediate target audience to test and give us feedback on the latest duelling innovations too."
"Beta testing and feedback, all in one centralised location." Jounouchi grinned, putting his new-found business knowledge to work. Mokuba had been a paitent teacher, teaching him jargon and behind the scenes of the business world once he'd admitted he was clueless as to what exactly everyone was busy with. Suddenly what had seemed like mindless meetings made sense. Or some of them anyway, some of them -were- really mindless. But it was really surprising to realise just exactly how hard Kaiba worked. "Smart."
"Yes!" Mokuba cheered. "He -can- be taught!!!"
"Eh, shaddup." It wasn't nice to hit your boss... it wasn't nice to hit your boss... However, hair noogies were okay. Which he then quickly proceeded to do, gleefully wrapping an arm around the wild-haired boy's neck and proceeding to rub the knuckles of his fist into Mokuba's scalp. The teen squawked, laughed and proceeded to attempt to squirm his way out of Jounouchi's grasp.
Which is how Kaiba found them when he opened the door to the stopped limo, to see what was holding them up. One perfectly arched eyebrow rose at the display of roughhousing. "If you're done molesting my brother..."
"'NIISAMA!!!!" Mokuba's screech would have been pure comedy in motion, if it hadn't come from less than a hand's breath from his ear. He quickly released his grip so that the younger teen could charge out and attempt to strangle his older brother.
Which was a sight that more than made up for the temporary deafness in one ear...
Grinning slightly to himself, he followed the Kaiba brothers into what was shaping up to be... well, a school. Dorms, Classrooms, Cafeteria, Gymnasium, Auditorium.
Duelling Arenas.
Sweet.
Kaiba grunted upon noticing Jounouchi's attention to the large platforms and hologram projectors. "They should be working. Still need to do testing to see if the new modifications work."
Mokuba got that look that means he just went from zero to forty in two brain cells flat. Jounouchi held up a hand as he began to look between the two taller men with a calculating gleam in his eyes. "Oh, no..."
"Aw, come on..." Mokuba wheedled.
Kaiba glanced nervously between the two of them.
"It's perfect." Mokuba continued blithely. "You both have your decks, don't you?"
"The Mutt?" The sound out of Kaiba's mouth is halfway between a squeak and a growl.
"Oi. I could kick your butt."
"Unlikely."
Jounouchi grinned, wolf like. Gotcha. "Put yer skills where your mouth is, Dragon-boy."
Slight pause from Kaiba, then Blue Eyes look came over his eyes, the one that meant that someone was going to be on the end of a dragon driven Burst Stream soon. "You're on."
A cheer from Mokuba, a wave to the technicians and they were on their way up the raised platforms to duel it out. Jounouchi glanced down at his charge, realising that Mokuba was looking back and forth between them with worried eyes.
"Oi, Mokuba!" He waved. "Cheer us both on!"
Panic disappeared from Mokuba's eyes as the kid waved back. Mokuba may have liked him, but Kaiba was his brother. It wasn't fair to make him choose between the two of them in who to cheer on.
Then it was time to duel.
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"YE-AH!!" Mokuba cheered, bouncing around. "That was so cool!!! Both the Blue Eyes White Dragon AND the Red Eyes Black Dragon!!! At the same time!!! Whoooooooo!!!"
"Yeah!" Jounouchi grinned, slapping Mokuba five on one of the hyper kid's passes. He was feeling pretty darn good about the duel too.
Kaiba gave them both a stony look. "You lost." He pointed out, clearly not comprehending their obvious enthusiasm.
"Yeah, but it was a close loss." Jounouchi's grin grew wider. He'd had a blast up there. It had been a while since he'd gone head to head with someone who was stronger than he was and wasn't Yuugi. "If Time Wizard hadn't landed on the skull, I would have kicked your ass and you know it."
This earned him a disdainful snort. "Placing the outcome of the entire duel on one spin-"
"Works well fer me, so shaddup about it." Jounouchi drawled lazily. "You got yer techniques, I got mine. And next time, we're gonna cream ya."
"'We'-?" Oooo... the Imperial tone was back. He must have struck a nerve.
"Me and the rest of my deck. Why? Ya nervous?"
"Hardly." But there weren't any comments about not wasting the energy on a lower ranking worthy duellist, so Jounouchi took that as a positive sign. Sometimes when dealing with Kaiba, it was more what he didn't say than what he did say.
"So what's with the colour scheme around here anyway?" He asked, changing the subject. "Red, Blue, Yellow. Your designer guys forget the rest of the colour palette?"
"The three levels of classes, actually." Kaiba informed him mildly, although there was still a touch of distain in his tone. "Ra Gold, Osiris Blue and Silpher Red."
"Who's top?"
"Ra, actually. Osiris is middle level and Silpher is left for rabble-rousers and lowerclass players."
Jounouchi paused. Waaaaait a minute... Ra being top he could understand, something about him being the top Egyptian god or something. The God of the sun, which accounted for the yellow.
But Silpher had been Yuugi's card, before he got the other two. And Silpher was the lowest level...
"Still got some animosity there, huh Kaiba?"
"I beg your pardon?" Kaiba's eyebrow rose again. Mokuba snickered, evidently having also caught this slight.
"Nevermind. Where's the Yellow's classrooms?"
"Gold. They're not complete yet."
"Right over here, Jounouchi!" Mokuba volunteered, bounding off.
"Perfect." He quickly followed, loosing Kaiba in the process. Kaiba would probably kill him for this, which was half the fun.
"What are we doing?" Mokuba giggled, glancing back.
"Being a deviant high school malcontent." He grinned.
"Sweet!" Mokuba bounced. "Which room do you want, Jounouchi?"
"Toilets."
"Just past the Egyptian room." Mokuba lead the way.
"Egyptian room?" He echoed.
"Since many of our... past adventures kinda originated from Egypt, 'Niisama thought it was a good idea to teach students exactly where the game came from, to prevent it happening a second time." Mokuba shrugged. He had a bit of an easier time accepting the strange magical occurrences than his brother, but he was still more a child of science then magic. "Toilets?"
"Here we are." Jounouchi spotted the toilets and ducked into the men's room, noticing the nice clean walls. On the third stall, he crouched down, pulling a pen out of his pocket and began to write.
"Graffiti?" Mokuba's eyes were wide and incredulous.
"Every school has it." He agreed. "Doesn't seem like one if it doesn't. There. Tell me whatcha think. It ain't no 'They paint these walls to stop my pen, but the out house bandit has struck again', but I think it's appropriate."
He didn't have to ask twice, Mokuba crouching down to read it. "Hail to the Sun God, He's a Real Fun God, Ra Ra Ra..."
"'Niisama's probably gonna kill you for that." Mokuba informed him soberly, although his face was scrunched in mirth. "I like it."
"Glad to be of service." Jounouchi snapped a sloppy mock-salute, causing the smaller boy to finally break down into giggles. "Now just need to think of ones for 'Osiris' and 'Slipher'...."
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Crap.
Crap crap crap crap with a whole plate of crapolla on the side.
He'd woken up late. The sun was up, lightening Kaiba's room just enough to see easily.
And here he was, pinned by Mokuba on one side and Kaiba on the other, their body weight holding pressing against him and preventing him from getting up.
Trapped. Crap.
He nudged Mokuba with an elbow the best he could. "Wake up, Mokuba." He hissed, deliberately -not- looking at the businessman at his back. He was dead. D-E-D, dead. "Wake up."
The tangled mass of black hair that was Mokuba stirred and mumbled a bit, then settled back down. Dammit. "Wake UP." Jounouchi nudged him again. "Dammit, I -so- don't wanna know what your brother's gonna say when he wakes up and finds me here."
"He's going to say it would be a shame to waste the one morning this month that can be used loafing in bed in arguing." Kaiba's sleep-rough voice rumbled at his back, causing all of his muscles in his body to freeze. Oh... shit.
"Go back to sleep, Mutt." Kaiba ordered, shifting slightly. "Mokuba will wake up in a few hours and probably demand to watch cartoons and eat cereal in bed."
"Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs." Mokuba murmured sleepily. "And that new duelling anime."
Jounouchi's head hit the pillow. He wasn't dead. He wasn't getting his ass kicked.
When had he stepped into the Twilight Zone?
"Sleep." Kaiba ordered again.
Oh... kay.
Well, sleep was good. Obviously he wasn't going any where anyway. And if Kaiba wasn't going to beat him bloody for being in his bed, he wasn't going to argue.
And when they woke up in the morning, they'd watch Saturday morning cartoons, get hyped up on Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs and Mokuba and him would team up and skunk Kaiba in a pillow fight.
All and all, sounded like a good plan for a morning to him...
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Looks like this'll be the last of the fluffy bits before the weirdness steps in.
Um... nope, this won't be posted on ff.net, but will eventually get posted on mischif.net.
Thanks to everyone who commented on it earlier!!
Con't from here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/ickaimp/222892.html
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"Yer fooling me."
Mokuba smirked. "Nope."
Jounouchi's eyebrows disappeared into his hair. "Kaiba's startin' a Duelling School?"
"Academy." Mokuba affirmed.
"Ya mean that ownin' the rights to the game, the theme parks and the tournaments aren't enough? He's gotta start his own school too?"
"Yeah, well..." Mokuba shrugged. "Look at it this way. The really -good- Duellists do really bad in school, right?"
"Well..." The blond scratched his head. "I prolly wouldn't have done much better even without ditching to attend tournaments. But Yuugi went from being one of the highest ranking students to one of the lowest after startin' on Duel Monsters."
"Exactly. The good Duellists, the serious ones, don't tend to do as well in school -because- they spend all that time away from it for Tournaments and Duels and such. So if you have a school -for- Duelling..."
"...Then the serious Duellists have a way to Duel, go to school and even possibly graduate."
"You got it." Mokuba's grin lit up his entire face. "And Kaiba Corp has an immediate target audience to test and give us feedback on the latest duelling innovations too."
"Beta testing and feedback, all in one centralised location." Jounouchi grinned, putting his new-found business knowledge to work. Mokuba had been a paitent teacher, teaching him jargon and behind the scenes of the business world once he'd admitted he was clueless as to what exactly everyone was busy with. Suddenly what had seemed like mindless meetings made sense. Or some of them anyway, some of them -were- really mindless. But it was really surprising to realise just exactly how hard Kaiba worked. "Smart."
"Yes!" Mokuba cheered. "He -can- be taught!!!"
"Eh, shaddup." It wasn't nice to hit your boss... it wasn't nice to hit your boss... However, hair noogies were okay. Which he then quickly proceeded to do, gleefully wrapping an arm around the wild-haired boy's neck and proceeding to rub the knuckles of his fist into Mokuba's scalp. The teen squawked, laughed and proceeded to attempt to squirm his way out of Jounouchi's grasp.
Which is how Kaiba found them when he opened the door to the stopped limo, to see what was holding them up. One perfectly arched eyebrow rose at the display of roughhousing. "If you're done molesting my brother..."
"'NIISAMA!!!!" Mokuba's screech would have been pure comedy in motion, if it hadn't come from less than a hand's breath from his ear. He quickly released his grip so that the younger teen could charge out and attempt to strangle his older brother.
Which was a sight that more than made up for the temporary deafness in one ear...
Grinning slightly to himself, he followed the Kaiba brothers into what was shaping up to be... well, a school. Dorms, Classrooms, Cafeteria, Gymnasium, Auditorium.
Duelling Arenas.
Sweet.
Kaiba grunted upon noticing Jounouchi's attention to the large platforms and hologram projectors. "They should be working. Still need to do testing to see if the new modifications work."
Mokuba got that look that means he just went from zero to forty in two brain cells flat. Jounouchi held up a hand as he began to look between the two taller men with a calculating gleam in his eyes. "Oh, no..."
"Aw, come on..." Mokuba wheedled.
Kaiba glanced nervously between the two of them.
"It's perfect." Mokuba continued blithely. "You both have your decks, don't you?"
"The Mutt?" The sound out of Kaiba's mouth is halfway between a squeak and a growl.
"Oi. I could kick your butt."
"Unlikely."
Jounouchi grinned, wolf like. Gotcha. "Put yer skills where your mouth is, Dragon-boy."
Slight pause from Kaiba, then Blue Eyes look came over his eyes, the one that meant that someone was going to be on the end of a dragon driven Burst Stream soon. "You're on."
A cheer from Mokuba, a wave to the technicians and they were on their way up the raised platforms to duel it out. Jounouchi glanced down at his charge, realising that Mokuba was looking back and forth between them with worried eyes.
"Oi, Mokuba!" He waved. "Cheer us both on!"
Panic disappeared from Mokuba's eyes as the kid waved back. Mokuba may have liked him, but Kaiba was his brother. It wasn't fair to make him choose between the two of them in who to cheer on.
Then it was time to duel.
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"YE-AH!!" Mokuba cheered, bouncing around. "That was so cool!!! Both the Blue Eyes White Dragon AND the Red Eyes Black Dragon!!! At the same time!!! Whoooooooo!!!"
"Yeah!" Jounouchi grinned, slapping Mokuba five on one of the hyper kid's passes. He was feeling pretty darn good about the duel too.
Kaiba gave them both a stony look. "You lost." He pointed out, clearly not comprehending their obvious enthusiasm.
"Yeah, but it was a close loss." Jounouchi's grin grew wider. He'd had a blast up there. It had been a while since he'd gone head to head with someone who was stronger than he was and wasn't Yuugi. "If Time Wizard hadn't landed on the skull, I would have kicked your ass and you know it."
This earned him a disdainful snort. "Placing the outcome of the entire duel on one spin-"
"Works well fer me, so shaddup about it." Jounouchi drawled lazily. "You got yer techniques, I got mine. And next time, we're gonna cream ya."
"'We'-?" Oooo... the Imperial tone was back. He must have struck a nerve.
"Me and the rest of my deck. Why? Ya nervous?"
"Hardly." But there weren't any comments about not wasting the energy on a lower ranking worthy duellist, so Jounouchi took that as a positive sign. Sometimes when dealing with Kaiba, it was more what he didn't say than what he did say.
"So what's with the colour scheme around here anyway?" He asked, changing the subject. "Red, Blue, Yellow. Your designer guys forget the rest of the colour palette?"
"The three levels of classes, actually." Kaiba informed him mildly, although there was still a touch of distain in his tone. "Ra Gold, Osiris Blue and Silpher Red."
"Who's top?"
"Ra, actually. Osiris is middle level and Silpher is left for rabble-rousers and lowerclass players."
Jounouchi paused. Waaaaait a minute... Ra being top he could understand, something about him being the top Egyptian god or something. The God of the sun, which accounted for the yellow.
But Silpher had been Yuugi's card, before he got the other two. And Silpher was the lowest level...
"Still got some animosity there, huh Kaiba?"
"I beg your pardon?" Kaiba's eyebrow rose again. Mokuba snickered, evidently having also caught this slight.
"Nevermind. Where's the Yellow's classrooms?"
"Gold. They're not complete yet."
"Right over here, Jounouchi!" Mokuba volunteered, bounding off.
"Perfect." He quickly followed, loosing Kaiba in the process. Kaiba would probably kill him for this, which was half the fun.
"What are we doing?" Mokuba giggled, glancing back.
"Being a deviant high school malcontent." He grinned.
"Sweet!" Mokuba bounced. "Which room do you want, Jounouchi?"
"Toilets."
"Just past the Egyptian room." Mokuba lead the way.
"Egyptian room?" He echoed.
"Since many of our... past adventures kinda originated from Egypt, 'Niisama thought it was a good idea to teach students exactly where the game came from, to prevent it happening a second time." Mokuba shrugged. He had a bit of an easier time accepting the strange magical occurrences than his brother, but he was still more a child of science then magic. "Toilets?"
"Here we are." Jounouchi spotted the toilets and ducked into the men's room, noticing the nice clean walls. On the third stall, he crouched down, pulling a pen out of his pocket and began to write.
"Graffiti?" Mokuba's eyes were wide and incredulous.
"Every school has it." He agreed. "Doesn't seem like one if it doesn't. There. Tell me whatcha think. It ain't no 'They paint these walls to stop my pen, but the out house bandit has struck again', but I think it's appropriate."
He didn't have to ask twice, Mokuba crouching down to read it. "Hail to the Sun God, He's a Real Fun God, Ra Ra Ra..."
"'Niisama's probably gonna kill you for that." Mokuba informed him soberly, although his face was scrunched in mirth. "I like it."
"Glad to be of service." Jounouchi snapped a sloppy mock-salute, causing the smaller boy to finally break down into giggles. "Now just need to think of ones for 'Osiris' and 'Slipher'...."
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Crap.
Crap crap crap crap with a whole plate of crapolla on the side.
He'd woken up late. The sun was up, lightening Kaiba's room just enough to see easily.
And here he was, pinned by Mokuba on one side and Kaiba on the other, their body weight holding pressing against him and preventing him from getting up.
Trapped. Crap.
He nudged Mokuba with an elbow the best he could. "Wake up, Mokuba." He hissed, deliberately -not- looking at the businessman at his back. He was dead. D-E-D, dead. "Wake up."
The tangled mass of black hair that was Mokuba stirred and mumbled a bit, then settled back down. Dammit. "Wake UP." Jounouchi nudged him again. "Dammit, I -so- don't wanna know what your brother's gonna say when he wakes up and finds me here."
"He's going to say it would be a shame to waste the one morning this month that can be used loafing in bed in arguing." Kaiba's sleep-rough voice rumbled at his back, causing all of his muscles in his body to freeze. Oh... shit.
"Go back to sleep, Mutt." Kaiba ordered, shifting slightly. "Mokuba will wake up in a few hours and probably demand to watch cartoons and eat cereal in bed."
"Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs." Mokuba murmured sleepily. "And that new duelling anime."
Jounouchi's head hit the pillow. He wasn't dead. He wasn't getting his ass kicked.
When had he stepped into the Twilight Zone?
"Sleep." Kaiba ordered again.
Oh... kay.
Well, sleep was good. Obviously he wasn't going any where anyway. And if Kaiba wasn't going to beat him bloody for being in his bed, he wasn't going to argue.
And when they woke up in the morning, they'd watch Saturday morning cartoons, get hyped up on Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs and Mokuba and him would team up and skunk Kaiba in a pillow fight.
All and all, sounded like a good plan for a morning to him...
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Date: 2005-01-25 01:56 am (UTC)There's a fic hiding somewhere on FF.Net that claims that Jounouchi's dogtag reads "If found, please return to Kaiba Mansion." Or something of the sort. Enjoy... >XD
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Date: 2005-01-25 06:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-25 11:42 am (UTC)*runs and hides behind her One Piece DVDs* I will not get the anime. I will not get the anime...
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Date: 2005-01-25 11:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-27 05:36 am (UTC)*falls over laughing* All of it is marvelous, but that is Jou. *snicker*
Me LIKE.
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One problem:
Mokuba got that look that means he just went from zero to forty in two brain cells flat.
just went from zero to forty in two brain cells flat. ? Okay, fix that and you're good! XD XD I love it!! XD XD
-creaturesmint (from ff.net). ^__~
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Date: 2005-03-01 09:14 am (UTC)but could you please update ... here
http://www.livejournal.com/community/jou_loves_kaiba/
-begs- it's one of the few places i check on LJ
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Date: 2005-08-14 09:02 am (UTC)