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[fic] YGO: Guard Dog Con't.
During the course of writing these parts, several relevations were made to light.
Jounouchi's easy. (to write! to WRITE!)
Seto's a pain in the ass to write. (he's also got an ass fixation -_-)
Mokuba's a schemer.
This also ended up MUCH larger than intended, but it got a good chunk of plunnies outta the way. Hopefully this means we can work on something else soon. ^^;
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"I don't wanna go." Mokuba rolled his eyes as Jounouchi whinged. "Why do we have to go again?"
"Because Niisama is dealing with Pegasus." He reminded his sulking bodyguard. "And therefore needs all the moral support he can get."
Jounouchi grumbled and made a muttered comment that sounded suspiciously like offering to shove something sharp and pointy into Pegasus' genitalia. Mokuba couldn't completely argue with the view point. Pegasus, even without the freaky glowing Sennen Eye, was still flamboyantly scary.
And he still had the occasional nightmare from being trapped in a card by the silver haired bastard. Small dark enclosed spaces still gave him the creeps too.
"I don't want to go either." Mokuba continued, fumbling in his reflection with the bow tie around his neck. He'd prefer one of the pre-made ones, that he just had to clip on and adjust, but he's a Kaiba and Kaiba have certain standards to uphold. Or something like that. "Getting my cheeks pinched cause I'm younger and the muttered comments about 'if my brother's so rich, he should be able to afford a decent haircut for me'." He mimicked, wrinkling his nose in distaste.
Jounouchi stopped whinging, just stopped and looked at him like he'd never seen Mokuba before. The expression quickly faded into a more thoughtful one. "I've got an idea... what if we braided your hair?"
"Braid?" Mokuba blinked. He'd never given any thought to actually doing something with his hair, it was just always there.
"Yeah. Hold on..." The blond wandered off, rummaging around in one of the hotel's desk drawers. It wasn't so much a hotel room as it was a suite in on one of Pegasus' holdings. Two bedrooms, a living room and a kitchen. Supposedly it was private, but he wasn't taking that for granted either. "Ha!" Jounouchi gave a triumphant cry, holding up a small rubber band left in the desk.
Mokuba gave the small object a wary look. "What?"
"If we braid your hair back, people'll think you cut it, right? Until they see the tail in the back." Jounouchi explained cheerfully. "And then it's okay, cause it's all groomed and stuff, right?"
Made sense, in a twisted sort of way. "...Right." He agreed slowly. He got a beaming grin in return as Jounouchi motioned for him to turn around. He did so, tensely waiting for the blond to start attempting to pull his hair from his scalp.
Jounouchi didn't. Instead, the blond ran his fingers through it for a moment, then divided it up into sections at the base of his skull with gentle fingers. "It's been years since I did this." Jounouchi muttered, warning him. In the reflection of the mirror, Mokuba could see the blond's brows coming down in a mask of concentration.
"Where'd you learn to braid hair anyway?" Mokuba asked, the tie fumbling in his fingers again. Stupid bow.
There was a slight pause as Jounouchi took out what he had done and restarted the braid, being careful not to pull hair. Perhaps overly cautious not to pull hair, but Mokuba wasn't going to complain about that. "My sister." Jounouchi finally commented. "When we were little, she sometimes needed help with her hair when Mom and Pops weren't around. So Oniichan came to the rescue." The voice was caring and fond, a rare combination from the usually high strung bodyguard.
Mokuba had almost forgotten Jounouchi had a sister too. The Duellist Kingdom... He'd tried to win to get the money to fix his sister eyes. Which he had.
Then the first thing she'd seen once her eyes worked was the aftermath of her brother shaking off the mind-control effects of Malik's Sennen Rod and fighting his best friend. And sacrificing his life for his best friend as well.
Well, at least Jounouchi had come out a hero at the end of it. In his sister's eyes anyway.
"Don't blame me if this is a mess." The blond added darkly.
"No problem." Mokuba smirked back. "I'm sure most people will think I did it myself anyway."
Jounouchi made a scoffing sound, most if his concentration on what his hands were doing. "Was wondering... is there a reason you keep your hair so long anyway? I don't think I've ever seen it short, even in photos."
"Actually..." Mokuba cleared his throat, restarting the knot again. "Yeah. Kinda." He trailed off. No one had actually -asked- him about his hair, just taking it as part of who he was. Which it was. Jounouchi was silent, leting him gather his thoughts, for which he was grateful.
"Evidently, I look a lot like our Mom. I've been told that she had long hair too, but I don't know. She died giving birth to me." He started, carefully keeping his attention on the bow he was attempting to tie. "So Dad let my hair stay long. I was supposed to get it cut the day after he died in a car crash. After that, I wouldn't let anyone touch it, except Niisama, even if most people thought I was a girl."
Niisama had his hands full at the orphanage, taking care of him there. Yeah, he'd been bullied, but there had also been a few people had wanted to adopt him, -because- they thought he was a cute helpless little girl. Ugh.
Niisama hadn't let them. Then had come Gozaburou.
"Gozaburou didn't care what I looked like, as long as I kept quiet and stayed out of the way. Then he died-" 'Died' was as good of a term as any really. "-And Niisama's never commented one way or another. I get it trimmed every so often, but it just stays long." Easier to take care of too, he didn't have to get it cut or styled constantly.
"And it marks me as different from the rest of those rich snobs." He added with a malicious grin.
That got the chuckle he'd been hoping for from Jounouchi. "That's for sure." The blond finished the braid, wrapping the rubber band he'd found around the end of it. "Shake your head, see how that feel."
The weight of it was odd, he wasn't used to having it tied back like that, but it wasn't uncomfortable. "Works." He finally announced. The bow finally figured itself out. It was a little crooked, but he didn't care. "You ready to go?"
"Yup." Jounouchi patted the head phones and mike that kept his ears pressed down, camouflaged in his shaggy hair. "As ready as I'm gonna be anyway." He added soulfully.
Mokuba laughed, turning towards the door. As he did, he noticed a flash of colour in the door way. Niisama, with a sad sort of expression on his face. "Niisama?" He called.
"Just waiting for you." Niisama's voice was even, almost bored. There wasn't any trace of sadness or any other emotion on his face when Mokuba got a good look at him.
Right. Mokuba knew that trick. He'd get it out of Niisama later.
"Hey!" Jounouchi frowned, looking between the three of them with an almost comical angry expression on his face. "You did this on purpose, didn't you, Mokuba!?"
It took a moment for him to change tracks enough to realise what the blond was talking about. It was a black suit / black tie affair, but they had added their own personal 'Kaiba' touches to their clothing.
Niisama's coat was his usual coat length, flared out to the sides and down to his ankles. Because of Jounouchi's tail, his coat went past his knees, the tail tucked inside of it. And Mokuba, the shortest of the group, was wearing a coat just a little longer than the usual tuxedo style. He couldn't get it to flare out dramatically though.
He still had no idea how Yuugi's other self did that...
"I didn't do a thing!" He protested, grinning. He hadn't planned it, but it wasn't like anyone was going to -believe- that he hadn't.
Which could be a very very good thing. "And we'd better go, we're gonna be late!" He laughed, racing out of their suite. Behind him, Jounouchi and Niisama made various polite comments to each other about strangling him in his sleep.
It was nice to see them agreeing on something. Even if it was his eventual demise.
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Jounouchi felt his ears go back as soon as he walked in the room, even with the band pressing them against his skull. Too many people in too close of a space with too strong of scents giving each other too smug looks. It was like being tossed into a pool of sharks with only a rubber duckie to keep you afloat. A faint whimper escaped his throat as he took a small step closer to Kaiba.
"You okay?" Kaiba whispered, looking around as if he owned the place.
No. No he wasn't. He wanted -out- of there.
"Sure." His voice didn't wobble, he was proud of that small detail. Mokuba brushed him in a move that probably looked accidental to everyone else, but reminded him that he wasn't alone here. And he had a job to do. He was here to protect Mokuba.
Mokuba had brought a small briefcase along with him, with communications and a laptop inside. Every time the Kaiba brothers went to America, it seemed that someone tried to take cover Kaiba Corp. Mokuba's self-appointed job was to keep anyone from even partially succeeding in that goal.
He straightened, looking around for a good place for Mokuba to set up his little shop. Kaiba smirked slightly at that, but let it go. Yes, yes, good puppy. Jounouchi knew the drill.
"Jou!" A feminine voice squealed, distracting him from his worries. He turned to see a mass of long blond hair suddenly fill his field of vision, a variety of perfumed scents hitting him. "Fancy running into you here!"
"Mai?" Yup, it was Mai. He'd recognise that corseted cleavage anywhere.
Except... she usually didn't -drape- her self over him like this. He was pretty much the only thing keeping her up right. She giggled and he could smell some wine on her breath. It was faint, not enough to cause her to act completely tipsy.
He straightened suddenly as her hands made themselves known... on his butt. "Uh... Mai?!" Not good, not good not good. If they kept roaming like that, she'd be sure to find something back there that normally didn't belong... namely his tail and he really didn't want to have to explain that one to her, because she'd go after Kaiba no matter what he said.
Mokuba made a noise suspiciously like a snicker and a glance over at the older Kaiba showed no help from that quarter. Kaiba looked about ready to break someone's arms off and Jounouchi wasn't quite sure who's. "I think you need some air..." He quickly decided. "Mokuba, why don't you join us, there should be some seats out on the balcony for you to set up on."
"Okay!" Was the too-cheerful helpful response. He winced and quickly made his way to the back of the room, half carrying Mai as he did so. Not exactly graceful, but it worked without actually tossing her over a shoulder or something equally barbarianish.
The fresh air was blessedly soothing to his senses as soon as he got the door open. He did a quick scan of the area, found it devoid of human life and motioned Mokuba out. Mokuba scurried out, a smirk firmly planted on his face. Jounouchi growled back at him, shutting the door behind them. As he had predicted, there was a fancy small table with some chairs around it waiting for them, a convenient place to do business. Mokuba set the briefcase down on top of the table as he deposited Mai down in one of the chairs.
"Oh, finally!" She exclaimed, tossing her hair back as she relaxed into the chair like a queen settling into her throne. "Thanks for the save, Jounouchi. I thought I'd never make a clean escape! Hey, Mokuba!" She waved cheerfully at the dark haired boy.
"Hey, Mai." Mokuba distractedly waved back, his attention on the laptop. "How ya doing?"
"Pretty good. I'd be better if some asswipe hadn't tried spiking my drink." She sulked, straightening her clothing. "Thought I was going to have to bumble around like that for a while longer before I could escape."
Jounouchi rolled his eyes. Nice to know she hadn't changed. "Always glad to be of service."
She smiled sweetly at him in return, patting his cheek in an 'oh, aren't you cute' gesture. "But it gives us a change to catch up, Jounouchi-kun." She smirked, fluttering her eyelashes. "So, what's new in your life?"
Jounouchi grimaced. Talk about your loaded questions...
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The first thing Seto did upon entering their 'suite' was check on Mokuba. Not that he didn't trust the mutt, but because it was reassuring to him. He'd been looking after Mokuba for so long it was second habit to make sure he was safe. He was, the laptop monitoring Kaiba Corp open next to him.
That said, he went looking for Jounouchi. The blond wasn't in the the room's other twin bed, nor was he in Seto's bedroom. The bathrooms were empty as well, so was the kitchen and the main rooms.
A breeze from the balcony doors drew his attention. The weather in Las Vegas held a certain dry dusty quality to it, no matter what season it was. As predicted, he found the blond leaning over the balcony, wearing a bathrobe and a towel over his head, a beatific expression on his face. "Jounouchi?" He questioned.
"Shhhh..." The blond shushed him quietly, the peaceful expression never fading from his face. Seto noticed he was holding something. Curious, he stepped closer, peering at what he could be holding. He didn't have much time to figure out what it was other than round before Jounouchi released it with a positively blissful look.
A small splash and screams followed.
More screams followed as the premises' security guards chased after the owners of the first screams. "Ahh." Jounouchi smiled, standing up and stretching, obviously extremely pleased with himself. "I've been coaxing those two close enough to get in range for a while now. Hey, Kaiba. What's up?"
"Water balloons?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Eh... not quite." The blond laughed nervously, the previously contented expression fading into one of embarrassment. "We... had a little incident with the press after we got back here."
"Oh?"
"They kinda tried to break down the door." Jounouchi continued, carefully -not- looking in Kaiba's direction. "I was kinda in the shower, washing off the wine Mai spilled on me, so if there's footage of me in a couple of towels looking really panicked as people shove stuff in my face, you know where it came from."
-That- was distinctly unfair. He hadn't gotten to see the blond in nothing more than a couple of towels, a few yokels wielding cameras shouldn't have that privilege before he did.
"Mokuba and I got the door shut, mostly by slapping people's limbs and threatening them with the idea hunting them down with a baseball bat tomorrow," The blond looked like he -really- relished that idea. "But they got really persistent and tried staking out under the windows. Mokuba found a strip of packaged condoms that someone had oh-so-helpfully left in the night-stand next to your bed, a couple of mock-water balloons later and we didn't have such a big problem with them."
He got a little mentally side-tracked at 'condoms' and 'your bed', so it took a moment for the rest of the information to sink in.
"What were the reporters after?" He questioned, trying to keep his tone icy not entirely confident about it.
"Uh.." Jounouchi scratched the back of his head, moving the towel draped over his blond hair to hide the ears. "You'd have to ask Mokuba, really. My English is really rusty. Only my second time in the country, y'know."
The first time being the mess with the Dragons and Dartz. That however did not explain the fact that Jounouchi was doing an obviously bad job at attempting to lie.
He raised an eyebrow and waited. Silence seemed to work much better on the blond than words. Jounouchi let his hand drop, still not looking at him. "Mokuba said that they wanted to know what your relationship with me was."
"Not your relationship with me?" The barbed comment was meant as a half-joke. To his surprise however, it looked like the blond blushed at it.
"That too."
"Ah."
His fault. Both times Jounouchi had talked to him at the party, he'd leaned towards the blond to talk. A subordinate stood behind their boss and talked, the boss pretending that they weren't there. By leaning towards the blond, he'd acknowledged him, silently stating he recognised the blond as someone important to him.
And they'd all entered side by side, not Jounouchi trailing behind like a good body guard. A minor slip, but even a minor slip was enough of an opening for those who weren't so fond of him.
He'd deal with it later. And by their questions, no one had put two and two together to figure out that Jounouchi was also a Duellist, like him.
"So how were things with Kujaku-san?" He asked instead, leaning on the balcony railing. He ignored the nagging voice in his head that a Kaiba Did Not Lean. On anyone or anything.
He was a Kaiba.
It seemed that he was doing a lot of things that a Kaiba did not do lately.
And there were quite a few broken condoms on the ground below the window, pale against the darker ground. They made quite an interesting speckle patter below.
Just how many condoms had been in that drawer?
"Mai's good." Jounouchi picked up a glass that was resting on a chair next to the railing, next to several more condom water balloons, he noticed. Jounouchi took a sip of the sparkling clear liquid before leaning on the railing as well. "She wasn't nearly as drunk as she was acting, by the way. Someone tried slipping her a mickey, so she was acting that way to get out of there."
And groping Jounouchi's ass in the process. He remembered the icy flush of possessiveness he'd felt at someone else groping -his-
...well. Never mind.
"You and Kujaku-san seem... close." He attempted to derail that train of thought as well. He was not jealous. He wasn't.
"Mai and I have a very complex relationship." Jounouchi agreed, raising the glass in a mock salute. "I remind her of herself when she was younger. So she lectures me and in exchange, I don't pull the same stupid shit she did. Probably one of the most stable relationships I've ever had."
"I see."
"Besides, she just broke up with Anzu." Jounouchi grinned, taking another sip of the fizzing drink. "Needed a friend to catch up with old times with. Got the latest gossip on everyone and anyone I never cared about and a few I didn't."
"Ah." Seto nodded. He back tracked. "Broke up with Anzu?!"
"Yeah." The blond finally turned and looked at him, a puzzled expression on his face. Then it cleared and Jounouchi nodded, looking contemplative. "That's right, you stay out of the gossip circles. Mai and Anzu were doing the whole long distance relationship thing for a while, but the they're both career-driven, so they broke it off. They're still friends and all, just not 'with benefits' anymore."
Kujaku Mai and the overly perky Mazaki Anzu?! In bed?! Together?! The mind boggled. "I see."
Jounouchi chuckled and Seto wasn't completely if it was from his confusion or something else. "Anzu's starting to make a name for herself in New York and Mai's out on the duelling circuits, still getting engagement offers from random people and faking people out thinking she's psychic. Sometimes I think the main reason why we're friends is because I was the first person to realise her cards are scent coded. My nose was good even before I got all doggish."
Seto tensed at that. "... I see."
Ohhh, shiiiiit...
Jounouchi gave him a strange look and held out the glass he was drinking. Seto shook his head, passing. "It's just club soda." Jounouchi shrugged, taking a sip. "The shirt's currently soaking in some of it. It's supposed to get red wine stains out."
Of course, they could simply get a new shirt to replace the wine soaked one, but that probably hadn't crossed the blond's mind, except perhaps as a last resort.
"Anyway, Mai's here to make sure everyone plays nice." Jounouchi continued easily, apparently oblivious to Seto's ponderings. "She knows all the dirty tricks in the book and then some, so she's real good at spotting when someone's cheating."
Which might be a useful skill to have someone at the Duellist Academy have. Especially with the package he'd received from Mutou Simon's old friend, the Paleontologist Arthur Hawkins earlier today. He made a mental note to offer her either a teaching job or place as a lecturer to Kujaku.
"Actually, you should have come out and joined us. Mai was telling Mokuba some of the dirty tricks of the trade, then the two of the started discussing dealing with long hair. It was real funny, but probably better than getting hair tips from Otagi."
"Agreed." The femme dice boy didn't have much room to talk when it came to 'style'. "Speaking of Otagi, he's been quiet lately."
"That's cause he's too busy shacking up with Honda to cause mayhem." Jounouchi was so casual about that tidbit of information that it also took a moment to process.
"I had thought that they were chasing after your sister." At least they had been during Battle City, to his vague recall. He'd noticed it in passing, it had kept them out of his hair. Or screaming in his face, depending on what was going on at the time.
"Shizuka?" Jounouchi grinned. "Nah. She's had a crush on Mai ever since they met. But Mai's almost ten years older than her, so Mai's been playing it cool. She asked tonight if I was okay with the possibility of dating Shizuka in the future though." He took another sip of the club soda.
"And are you are all right with this?" Seto questioned. Jounouchi had gotten defensive about anyone getting too close to his sister, he remembered. Much the same how he acted around someone attempting to pull something around Mokuba, which is why Seto had allowed the possibility of the blond being Mokuba's body guard in the beginning.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Jounouchi looked honestly confused. "Mai'll treat her a hell of a lot better than Otagi or Honda would. Not that they're bad guys or anything, just not good enough for my sister." The blond grinned, looking fond, a similar expression to the one he'd had when braiding Mokuba's hair earlier that night.
Seto had been in a snit when they left the suite, feeling guilty of all things. Mokuba had always depended on -him- all of his life, then suddenly here was someone else helping to take care of him. It should have been him, not Jounouchi, Mokuba talked to about people making comments about his hair to, it should have been Seto to come up with a solution for it. Never mind that he hadn't the foggiest idea how to braid, much less braid hair.
The feelings were irrational, they had hired Jounouchi to watch over Mokuba, he shouldn't be annoyed when the plan worked a little too well to his liking. Mokuba would undoubtedly scold him for being jealous later.
"Sometimes the only reason why I remember I have a first name is because she always addresses the letters to me using it." Jounouchi was commenting, that fond expression still on his face. "Everyone else calls me by my family name."
"Ah..." And for the life of him, he couldn't remember what Jounouchi's personal name was. It wasn't 'Mutt'...
Jounouchi chuckled, amused. "Don't strain your brain. It's 'Katsuya'."
A Dog named 'Kat'. How Ironic. "Ah." He filed that away for future reference.
"Oh, hey. You'll never guess who shacked up together." Jounouchi straightened, changing the subject again with a grin. "Insector Haga and Dinosaur Ryuuzaki evidently figured out that they'd never get laid by anyone else, so they hooked up, got an apartment together and went back to school. Looks like they're studying to specialise in pre-historic fossilised insects, combining their interests."
Haga and Ryuuzaki? The mind boggled. "Are all the ranking Duellist gay?" He questioned. He'd heard that Bakura and Malik had run off together, now all this...
One of Jounouchi's eyebrow's lifted as he subtly shifted for either fight or flight. "Is it a problem?"
"No." Seto shook his head, running a hand through his bangs. "Just a bit of a surprise. Honestly never gave it much thought." Although considering that a great deal of Tournament Duellists were about the age of minority, he probably should start to re-consider sleeping arrangements for future Tournaments. Last thing he needed was some sort of lawsuit because of hormones.
Or maybe they could see about attracting more girls into the tournaments. The ratio of female players to male was abysmally low. If they could increase the number of girls, they might also increase the number of boys as well, to ogle the girls.
And hadn't he read somewhere that many girls were fans of guys getting it on? Yaoi, or something. That might be a draw for some as well.
Actually, considering the amount of tight clothing and leather worn at tournaments, it was a bit of a surprise that he hadn't noticed it before. He made a note to look into that angle of marketing.
"Ah." Jounouchi relaxed again, leaning on the railing once more. "Otagi's never made a secret of it really, think he was just fighting over Shizuka with Honda because he could get some good gropes in. I don't think Honda cares one way or another as long as the relationship is stable, Ryou and Malik have a lot of stuff in common, Mai's bi and selective about her dates, Anzu's off living her dream and doesn't have time for much else for anymore. And like I said, there was no way Ryuuzaki and Haga were gonna get laid any other way."
All very good points. "I thought Anzu had a crush on Yuugi." She certainly acted like it around Rebecca Hawkins during the KC Grand Prix Tournament.
"She had a crush on the Pharaoh, not Yuugi." Jounouchi corrected. "And when Atemu left, things got kind of awkward between them. He'd had a crush on her before he solved the puzzle, but stopped because she liked his other half. Then she went to New York and..." He trailed off with a shrug.
Seto nodded, not able to think of anything to say. He looked up at the stars, faded from the glow of Sin City behind them.
"I don't think Yuugi's ever gonna date anyone." Jounouchi commented softly, fiddling with the nearly empty glass. "He quite literally found a missing piece of his soul. He was happy like that, despite how chaotic everything was. When his other self left, he was stronger then when they'd first found each other, but it left a big hole in him too. And I don't know if he's ever quite going to recover from that."
Made a certain amount of sense. None of the others with Sennen objects had seemed quite so close to their other personalities. Yuugi had been close friends with his.
What was that phrase? I may be Schizophrenic, but at least I have each other-?
"What about you?" Seto questioned, realising that the blond had pointedly left himself out of the equations.
Jounouchi looked surprised. "What about me?"
"You left yourself out."
"Oh." Jounouchi drained the last of the liquid from the cup. A delaying tactic if Seto had ever seen one. "I figure I'm out of the running anymore too." Jounouchi commented, setting the glass down with what sounded like a very final sounding 'clink'. He stood up again, looking up at the stars.
"Other than the docs, only three people know I'm not completely human. You, Mokuba and Yuugi. Yuugi I figure we'll be grumpy old men together. Best friends for life and all that. Mokuba's a kid brother I never had. And well..." Jounouchi shrugged, giving him a smile that was both sweet and sad. "We're not exactly friends, are we?"
It was probably the biggest shock of the night to realise that despite having lived with the blond for quite some time now, this was probably the first decent conversation they'd ever had.
"Anyway. I'm off ta bed." The blond yawned, raising his arms above his head in a stretch. "Night, Kaiba. Thanks for letting me chatter at you."
"It was my privilege." Seto nodded back, allowing the blond to pass. "Good Night."
Jounouchi nodded at him as he passed, then hesitated at the sliding door. "Um... do you think you'll need-?" The blond fidgeted slightly, obviously torn.
It took a moment to realise that the blond was asking if he needed company tonight, because of nightmares. "No." He waved it off. "I'll be fine. Thank you, Jounouchi."
"No prob." The blond gave him quick grin, letting him know he was all right. "See ya in the morning."
"In the morning." He agreed. Jounouchi wandered back to the room he was sharing with Mokuba with another yawn.
Seto stayed out on the balcony for a little longer, watching the stars. There was some rustlings in bushes below, so he took one of the left over water balloons and dropped it.
Screams followed.
Feeling much better, he went back inside, locked the balcony door behind him and went to bed. Sleep took a little while longer to follow however.
The bed felt strangely large and empty.
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As it's been stated before, we like puppyshipping, but we're kinda a no-shipper too. I have no idea what's up with the listed pairings here, it just worked out that way too. ~_~
Jounouchi's easy. (to write! to WRITE!)
Seto's a pain in the ass to write. (he's also got an ass fixation -_-)
Mokuba's a schemer.
This also ended up MUCH larger than intended, but it got a good chunk of plunnies outta the way. Hopefully this means we can work on something else soon. ^^;
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"I don't wanna go." Mokuba rolled his eyes as Jounouchi whinged. "Why do we have to go again?"
"Because Niisama is dealing with Pegasus." He reminded his sulking bodyguard. "And therefore needs all the moral support he can get."
Jounouchi grumbled and made a muttered comment that sounded suspiciously like offering to shove something sharp and pointy into Pegasus' genitalia. Mokuba couldn't completely argue with the view point. Pegasus, even without the freaky glowing Sennen Eye, was still flamboyantly scary.
And he still had the occasional nightmare from being trapped in a card by the silver haired bastard. Small dark enclosed spaces still gave him the creeps too.
"I don't want to go either." Mokuba continued, fumbling in his reflection with the bow tie around his neck. He'd prefer one of the pre-made ones, that he just had to clip on and adjust, but he's a Kaiba and Kaiba have certain standards to uphold. Or something like that. "Getting my cheeks pinched cause I'm younger and the muttered comments about 'if my brother's so rich, he should be able to afford a decent haircut for me'." He mimicked, wrinkling his nose in distaste.
Jounouchi stopped whinging, just stopped and looked at him like he'd never seen Mokuba before. The expression quickly faded into a more thoughtful one. "I've got an idea... what if we braided your hair?"
"Braid?" Mokuba blinked. He'd never given any thought to actually doing something with his hair, it was just always there.
"Yeah. Hold on..." The blond wandered off, rummaging around in one of the hotel's desk drawers. It wasn't so much a hotel room as it was a suite in on one of Pegasus' holdings. Two bedrooms, a living room and a kitchen. Supposedly it was private, but he wasn't taking that for granted either. "Ha!" Jounouchi gave a triumphant cry, holding up a small rubber band left in the desk.
Mokuba gave the small object a wary look. "What?"
"If we braid your hair back, people'll think you cut it, right? Until they see the tail in the back." Jounouchi explained cheerfully. "And then it's okay, cause it's all groomed and stuff, right?"
Made sense, in a twisted sort of way. "...Right." He agreed slowly. He got a beaming grin in return as Jounouchi motioned for him to turn around. He did so, tensely waiting for the blond to start attempting to pull his hair from his scalp.
Jounouchi didn't. Instead, the blond ran his fingers through it for a moment, then divided it up into sections at the base of his skull with gentle fingers. "It's been years since I did this." Jounouchi muttered, warning him. In the reflection of the mirror, Mokuba could see the blond's brows coming down in a mask of concentration.
"Where'd you learn to braid hair anyway?" Mokuba asked, the tie fumbling in his fingers again. Stupid bow.
There was a slight pause as Jounouchi took out what he had done and restarted the braid, being careful not to pull hair. Perhaps overly cautious not to pull hair, but Mokuba wasn't going to complain about that. "My sister." Jounouchi finally commented. "When we were little, she sometimes needed help with her hair when Mom and Pops weren't around. So Oniichan came to the rescue." The voice was caring and fond, a rare combination from the usually high strung bodyguard.
Mokuba had almost forgotten Jounouchi had a sister too. The Duellist Kingdom... He'd tried to win to get the money to fix his sister eyes. Which he had.
Then the first thing she'd seen once her eyes worked was the aftermath of her brother shaking off the mind-control effects of Malik's Sennen Rod and fighting his best friend. And sacrificing his life for his best friend as well.
Well, at least Jounouchi had come out a hero at the end of it. In his sister's eyes anyway.
"Don't blame me if this is a mess." The blond added darkly.
"No problem." Mokuba smirked back. "I'm sure most people will think I did it myself anyway."
Jounouchi made a scoffing sound, most if his concentration on what his hands were doing. "Was wondering... is there a reason you keep your hair so long anyway? I don't think I've ever seen it short, even in photos."
"Actually..." Mokuba cleared his throat, restarting the knot again. "Yeah. Kinda." He trailed off. No one had actually -asked- him about his hair, just taking it as part of who he was. Which it was. Jounouchi was silent, leting him gather his thoughts, for which he was grateful.
"Evidently, I look a lot like our Mom. I've been told that she had long hair too, but I don't know. She died giving birth to me." He started, carefully keeping his attention on the bow he was attempting to tie. "So Dad let my hair stay long. I was supposed to get it cut the day after he died in a car crash. After that, I wouldn't let anyone touch it, except Niisama, even if most people thought I was a girl."
Niisama had his hands full at the orphanage, taking care of him there. Yeah, he'd been bullied, but there had also been a few people had wanted to adopt him, -because- they thought he was a cute helpless little girl. Ugh.
Niisama hadn't let them. Then had come Gozaburou.
"Gozaburou didn't care what I looked like, as long as I kept quiet and stayed out of the way. Then he died-" 'Died' was as good of a term as any really. "-And Niisama's never commented one way or another. I get it trimmed every so often, but it just stays long." Easier to take care of too, he didn't have to get it cut or styled constantly.
"And it marks me as different from the rest of those rich snobs." He added with a malicious grin.
That got the chuckle he'd been hoping for from Jounouchi. "That's for sure." The blond finished the braid, wrapping the rubber band he'd found around the end of it. "Shake your head, see how that feel."
The weight of it was odd, he wasn't used to having it tied back like that, but it wasn't uncomfortable. "Works." He finally announced. The bow finally figured itself out. It was a little crooked, but he didn't care. "You ready to go?"
"Yup." Jounouchi patted the head phones and mike that kept his ears pressed down, camouflaged in his shaggy hair. "As ready as I'm gonna be anyway." He added soulfully.
Mokuba laughed, turning towards the door. As he did, he noticed a flash of colour in the door way. Niisama, with a sad sort of expression on his face. "Niisama?" He called.
"Just waiting for you." Niisama's voice was even, almost bored. There wasn't any trace of sadness or any other emotion on his face when Mokuba got a good look at him.
Right. Mokuba knew that trick. He'd get it out of Niisama later.
"Hey!" Jounouchi frowned, looking between the three of them with an almost comical angry expression on his face. "You did this on purpose, didn't you, Mokuba!?"
It took a moment for him to change tracks enough to realise what the blond was talking about. It was a black suit / black tie affair, but they had added their own personal 'Kaiba' touches to their clothing.
Niisama's coat was his usual coat length, flared out to the sides and down to his ankles. Because of Jounouchi's tail, his coat went past his knees, the tail tucked inside of it. And Mokuba, the shortest of the group, was wearing a coat just a little longer than the usual tuxedo style. He couldn't get it to flare out dramatically though.
He still had no idea how Yuugi's other self did that...
"I didn't do a thing!" He protested, grinning. He hadn't planned it, but it wasn't like anyone was going to -believe- that he hadn't.
Which could be a very very good thing. "And we'd better go, we're gonna be late!" He laughed, racing out of their suite. Behind him, Jounouchi and Niisama made various polite comments to each other about strangling him in his sleep.
It was nice to see them agreeing on something. Even if it was his eventual demise.
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Jounouchi felt his ears go back as soon as he walked in the room, even with the band pressing them against his skull. Too many people in too close of a space with too strong of scents giving each other too smug looks. It was like being tossed into a pool of sharks with only a rubber duckie to keep you afloat. A faint whimper escaped his throat as he took a small step closer to Kaiba.
"You okay?" Kaiba whispered, looking around as if he owned the place.
No. No he wasn't. He wanted -out- of there.
"Sure." His voice didn't wobble, he was proud of that small detail. Mokuba brushed him in a move that probably looked accidental to everyone else, but reminded him that he wasn't alone here. And he had a job to do. He was here to protect Mokuba.
Mokuba had brought a small briefcase along with him, with communications and a laptop inside. Every time the Kaiba brothers went to America, it seemed that someone tried to take cover Kaiba Corp. Mokuba's self-appointed job was to keep anyone from even partially succeeding in that goal.
He straightened, looking around for a good place for Mokuba to set up his little shop. Kaiba smirked slightly at that, but let it go. Yes, yes, good puppy. Jounouchi knew the drill.
"Jou!" A feminine voice squealed, distracting him from his worries. He turned to see a mass of long blond hair suddenly fill his field of vision, a variety of perfumed scents hitting him. "Fancy running into you here!"
"Mai?" Yup, it was Mai. He'd recognise that corseted cleavage anywhere.
Except... she usually didn't -drape- her self over him like this. He was pretty much the only thing keeping her up right. She giggled and he could smell some wine on her breath. It was faint, not enough to cause her to act completely tipsy.
He straightened suddenly as her hands made themselves known... on his butt. "Uh... Mai?!" Not good, not good not good. If they kept roaming like that, she'd be sure to find something back there that normally didn't belong... namely his tail and he really didn't want to have to explain that one to her, because she'd go after Kaiba no matter what he said.
Mokuba made a noise suspiciously like a snicker and a glance over at the older Kaiba showed no help from that quarter. Kaiba looked about ready to break someone's arms off and Jounouchi wasn't quite sure who's. "I think you need some air..." He quickly decided. "Mokuba, why don't you join us, there should be some seats out on the balcony for you to set up on."
"Okay!" Was the too-cheerful helpful response. He winced and quickly made his way to the back of the room, half carrying Mai as he did so. Not exactly graceful, but it worked without actually tossing her over a shoulder or something equally barbarianish.
The fresh air was blessedly soothing to his senses as soon as he got the door open. He did a quick scan of the area, found it devoid of human life and motioned Mokuba out. Mokuba scurried out, a smirk firmly planted on his face. Jounouchi growled back at him, shutting the door behind them. As he had predicted, there was a fancy small table with some chairs around it waiting for them, a convenient place to do business. Mokuba set the briefcase down on top of the table as he deposited Mai down in one of the chairs.
"Oh, finally!" She exclaimed, tossing her hair back as she relaxed into the chair like a queen settling into her throne. "Thanks for the save, Jounouchi. I thought I'd never make a clean escape! Hey, Mokuba!" She waved cheerfully at the dark haired boy.
"Hey, Mai." Mokuba distractedly waved back, his attention on the laptop. "How ya doing?"
"Pretty good. I'd be better if some asswipe hadn't tried spiking my drink." She sulked, straightening her clothing. "Thought I was going to have to bumble around like that for a while longer before I could escape."
Jounouchi rolled his eyes. Nice to know she hadn't changed. "Always glad to be of service."
She smiled sweetly at him in return, patting his cheek in an 'oh, aren't you cute' gesture. "But it gives us a change to catch up, Jounouchi-kun." She smirked, fluttering her eyelashes. "So, what's new in your life?"
Jounouchi grimaced. Talk about your loaded questions...
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The first thing Seto did upon entering their 'suite' was check on Mokuba. Not that he didn't trust the mutt, but because it was reassuring to him. He'd been looking after Mokuba for so long it was second habit to make sure he was safe. He was, the laptop monitoring Kaiba Corp open next to him.
That said, he went looking for Jounouchi. The blond wasn't in the the room's other twin bed, nor was he in Seto's bedroom. The bathrooms were empty as well, so was the kitchen and the main rooms.
A breeze from the balcony doors drew his attention. The weather in Las Vegas held a certain dry dusty quality to it, no matter what season it was. As predicted, he found the blond leaning over the balcony, wearing a bathrobe and a towel over his head, a beatific expression on his face. "Jounouchi?" He questioned.
"Shhhh..." The blond shushed him quietly, the peaceful expression never fading from his face. Seto noticed he was holding something. Curious, he stepped closer, peering at what he could be holding. He didn't have much time to figure out what it was other than round before Jounouchi released it with a positively blissful look.
A small splash and screams followed.
More screams followed as the premises' security guards chased after the owners of the first screams. "Ahh." Jounouchi smiled, standing up and stretching, obviously extremely pleased with himself. "I've been coaxing those two close enough to get in range for a while now. Hey, Kaiba. What's up?"
"Water balloons?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Eh... not quite." The blond laughed nervously, the previously contented expression fading into one of embarrassment. "We... had a little incident with the press after we got back here."
"Oh?"
"They kinda tried to break down the door." Jounouchi continued, carefully -not- looking in Kaiba's direction. "I was kinda in the shower, washing off the wine Mai spilled on me, so if there's footage of me in a couple of towels looking really panicked as people shove stuff in my face, you know where it came from."
-That- was distinctly unfair. He hadn't gotten to see the blond in nothing more than a couple of towels, a few yokels wielding cameras shouldn't have that privilege before he did.
"Mokuba and I got the door shut, mostly by slapping people's limbs and threatening them with the idea hunting them down with a baseball bat tomorrow," The blond looked like he -really- relished that idea. "But they got really persistent and tried staking out under the windows. Mokuba found a strip of packaged condoms that someone had oh-so-helpfully left in the night-stand next to your bed, a couple of mock-water balloons later and we didn't have such a big problem with them."
He got a little mentally side-tracked at 'condoms' and 'your bed', so it took a moment for the rest of the information to sink in.
"What were the reporters after?" He questioned, trying to keep his tone icy not entirely confident about it.
"Uh.." Jounouchi scratched the back of his head, moving the towel draped over his blond hair to hide the ears. "You'd have to ask Mokuba, really. My English is really rusty. Only my second time in the country, y'know."
The first time being the mess with the Dragons and Dartz. That however did not explain the fact that Jounouchi was doing an obviously bad job at attempting to lie.
He raised an eyebrow and waited. Silence seemed to work much better on the blond than words. Jounouchi let his hand drop, still not looking at him. "Mokuba said that they wanted to know what your relationship with me was."
"Not your relationship with me?" The barbed comment was meant as a half-joke. To his surprise however, it looked like the blond blushed at it.
"That too."
"Ah."
His fault. Both times Jounouchi had talked to him at the party, he'd leaned towards the blond to talk. A subordinate stood behind their boss and talked, the boss pretending that they weren't there. By leaning towards the blond, he'd acknowledged him, silently stating he recognised the blond as someone important to him.
And they'd all entered side by side, not Jounouchi trailing behind like a good body guard. A minor slip, but even a minor slip was enough of an opening for those who weren't so fond of him.
He'd deal with it later. And by their questions, no one had put two and two together to figure out that Jounouchi was also a Duellist, like him.
"So how were things with Kujaku-san?" He asked instead, leaning on the balcony railing. He ignored the nagging voice in his head that a Kaiba Did Not Lean. On anyone or anything.
He was a Kaiba.
It seemed that he was doing a lot of things that a Kaiba did not do lately.
And there were quite a few broken condoms on the ground below the window, pale against the darker ground. They made quite an interesting speckle patter below.
Just how many condoms had been in that drawer?
"Mai's good." Jounouchi picked up a glass that was resting on a chair next to the railing, next to several more condom water balloons, he noticed. Jounouchi took a sip of the sparkling clear liquid before leaning on the railing as well. "She wasn't nearly as drunk as she was acting, by the way. Someone tried slipping her a mickey, so she was acting that way to get out of there."
And groping Jounouchi's ass in the process. He remembered the icy flush of possessiveness he'd felt at someone else groping -his-
...well. Never mind.
"You and Kujaku-san seem... close." He attempted to derail that train of thought as well. He was not jealous. He wasn't.
"Mai and I have a very complex relationship." Jounouchi agreed, raising the glass in a mock salute. "I remind her of herself when she was younger. So she lectures me and in exchange, I don't pull the same stupid shit she did. Probably one of the most stable relationships I've ever had."
"I see."
"Besides, she just broke up with Anzu." Jounouchi grinned, taking another sip of the fizzing drink. "Needed a friend to catch up with old times with. Got the latest gossip on everyone and anyone I never cared about and a few I didn't."
"Ah." Seto nodded. He back tracked. "Broke up with Anzu?!"
"Yeah." The blond finally turned and looked at him, a puzzled expression on his face. Then it cleared and Jounouchi nodded, looking contemplative. "That's right, you stay out of the gossip circles. Mai and Anzu were doing the whole long distance relationship thing for a while, but the they're both career-driven, so they broke it off. They're still friends and all, just not 'with benefits' anymore."
Kujaku Mai and the overly perky Mazaki Anzu?! In bed?! Together?! The mind boggled. "I see."
Jounouchi chuckled and Seto wasn't completely if it was from his confusion or something else. "Anzu's starting to make a name for herself in New York and Mai's out on the duelling circuits, still getting engagement offers from random people and faking people out thinking she's psychic. Sometimes I think the main reason why we're friends is because I was the first person to realise her cards are scent coded. My nose was good even before I got all doggish."
Seto tensed at that. "... I see."
Ohhh, shiiiiit...
Jounouchi gave him a strange look and held out the glass he was drinking. Seto shook his head, passing. "It's just club soda." Jounouchi shrugged, taking a sip. "The shirt's currently soaking in some of it. It's supposed to get red wine stains out."
Of course, they could simply get a new shirt to replace the wine soaked one, but that probably hadn't crossed the blond's mind, except perhaps as a last resort.
"Anyway, Mai's here to make sure everyone plays nice." Jounouchi continued easily, apparently oblivious to Seto's ponderings. "She knows all the dirty tricks in the book and then some, so she's real good at spotting when someone's cheating."
Which might be a useful skill to have someone at the Duellist Academy have. Especially with the package he'd received from Mutou Simon's old friend, the Paleontologist Arthur Hawkins earlier today. He made a mental note to offer her either a teaching job or place as a lecturer to Kujaku.
"Actually, you should have come out and joined us. Mai was telling Mokuba some of the dirty tricks of the trade, then the two of the started discussing dealing with long hair. It was real funny, but probably better than getting hair tips from Otagi."
"Agreed." The femme dice boy didn't have much room to talk when it came to 'style'. "Speaking of Otagi, he's been quiet lately."
"That's cause he's too busy shacking up with Honda to cause mayhem." Jounouchi was so casual about that tidbit of information that it also took a moment to process.
"I had thought that they were chasing after your sister." At least they had been during Battle City, to his vague recall. He'd noticed it in passing, it had kept them out of his hair. Or screaming in his face, depending on what was going on at the time.
"Shizuka?" Jounouchi grinned. "Nah. She's had a crush on Mai ever since they met. But Mai's almost ten years older than her, so Mai's been playing it cool. She asked tonight if I was okay with the possibility of dating Shizuka in the future though." He took another sip of the club soda.
"And are you are all right with this?" Seto questioned. Jounouchi had gotten defensive about anyone getting too close to his sister, he remembered. Much the same how he acted around someone attempting to pull something around Mokuba, which is why Seto had allowed the possibility of the blond being Mokuba's body guard in the beginning.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Jounouchi looked honestly confused. "Mai'll treat her a hell of a lot better than Otagi or Honda would. Not that they're bad guys or anything, just not good enough for my sister." The blond grinned, looking fond, a similar expression to the one he'd had when braiding Mokuba's hair earlier that night.
Seto had been in a snit when they left the suite, feeling guilty of all things. Mokuba had always depended on -him- all of his life, then suddenly here was someone else helping to take care of him. It should have been him, not Jounouchi, Mokuba talked to about people making comments about his hair to, it should have been Seto to come up with a solution for it. Never mind that he hadn't the foggiest idea how to braid, much less braid hair.
The feelings were irrational, they had hired Jounouchi to watch over Mokuba, he shouldn't be annoyed when the plan worked a little too well to his liking. Mokuba would undoubtedly scold him for being jealous later.
"Sometimes the only reason why I remember I have a first name is because she always addresses the letters to me using it." Jounouchi was commenting, that fond expression still on his face. "Everyone else calls me by my family name."
"Ah..." And for the life of him, he couldn't remember what Jounouchi's personal name was. It wasn't 'Mutt'...
Jounouchi chuckled, amused. "Don't strain your brain. It's 'Katsuya'."
A Dog named 'Kat'. How Ironic. "Ah." He filed that away for future reference.
"Oh, hey. You'll never guess who shacked up together." Jounouchi straightened, changing the subject again with a grin. "Insector Haga and Dinosaur Ryuuzaki evidently figured out that they'd never get laid by anyone else, so they hooked up, got an apartment together and went back to school. Looks like they're studying to specialise in pre-historic fossilised insects, combining their interests."
Haga and Ryuuzaki? The mind boggled. "Are all the ranking Duellist gay?" He questioned. He'd heard that Bakura and Malik had run off together, now all this...
One of Jounouchi's eyebrow's lifted as he subtly shifted for either fight or flight. "Is it a problem?"
"No." Seto shook his head, running a hand through his bangs. "Just a bit of a surprise. Honestly never gave it much thought." Although considering that a great deal of Tournament Duellists were about the age of minority, he probably should start to re-consider sleeping arrangements for future Tournaments. Last thing he needed was some sort of lawsuit because of hormones.
Or maybe they could see about attracting more girls into the tournaments. The ratio of female players to male was abysmally low. If they could increase the number of girls, they might also increase the number of boys as well, to ogle the girls.
And hadn't he read somewhere that many girls were fans of guys getting it on? Yaoi, or something. That might be a draw for some as well.
Actually, considering the amount of tight clothing and leather worn at tournaments, it was a bit of a surprise that he hadn't noticed it before. He made a note to look into that angle of marketing.
"Ah." Jounouchi relaxed again, leaning on the railing once more. "Otagi's never made a secret of it really, think he was just fighting over Shizuka with Honda because he could get some good gropes in. I don't think Honda cares one way or another as long as the relationship is stable, Ryou and Malik have a lot of stuff in common, Mai's bi and selective about her dates, Anzu's off living her dream and doesn't have time for much else for anymore. And like I said, there was no way Ryuuzaki and Haga were gonna get laid any other way."
All very good points. "I thought Anzu had a crush on Yuugi." She certainly acted like it around Rebecca Hawkins during the KC Grand Prix Tournament.
"She had a crush on the Pharaoh, not Yuugi." Jounouchi corrected. "And when Atemu left, things got kind of awkward between them. He'd had a crush on her before he solved the puzzle, but stopped because she liked his other half. Then she went to New York and..." He trailed off with a shrug.
Seto nodded, not able to think of anything to say. He looked up at the stars, faded from the glow of Sin City behind them.
"I don't think Yuugi's ever gonna date anyone." Jounouchi commented softly, fiddling with the nearly empty glass. "He quite literally found a missing piece of his soul. He was happy like that, despite how chaotic everything was. When his other self left, he was stronger then when they'd first found each other, but it left a big hole in him too. And I don't know if he's ever quite going to recover from that."
Made a certain amount of sense. None of the others with Sennen objects had seemed quite so close to their other personalities. Yuugi had been close friends with his.
What was that phrase? I may be Schizophrenic, but at least I have each other-?
"What about you?" Seto questioned, realising that the blond had pointedly left himself out of the equations.
Jounouchi looked surprised. "What about me?"
"You left yourself out."
"Oh." Jounouchi drained the last of the liquid from the cup. A delaying tactic if Seto had ever seen one. "I figure I'm out of the running anymore too." Jounouchi commented, setting the glass down with what sounded like a very final sounding 'clink'. He stood up again, looking up at the stars.
"Other than the docs, only three people know I'm not completely human. You, Mokuba and Yuugi. Yuugi I figure we'll be grumpy old men together. Best friends for life and all that. Mokuba's a kid brother I never had. And well..." Jounouchi shrugged, giving him a smile that was both sweet and sad. "We're not exactly friends, are we?"
It was probably the biggest shock of the night to realise that despite having lived with the blond for quite some time now, this was probably the first decent conversation they'd ever had.
"Anyway. I'm off ta bed." The blond yawned, raising his arms above his head in a stretch. "Night, Kaiba. Thanks for letting me chatter at you."
"It was my privilege." Seto nodded back, allowing the blond to pass. "Good Night."
Jounouchi nodded at him as he passed, then hesitated at the sliding door. "Um... do you think you'll need-?" The blond fidgeted slightly, obviously torn.
It took a moment to realise that the blond was asking if he needed company tonight, because of nightmares. "No." He waved it off. "I'll be fine. Thank you, Jounouchi."
"No prob." The blond gave him quick grin, letting him know he was all right. "See ya in the morning."
"In the morning." He agreed. Jounouchi wandered back to the room he was sharing with Mokuba with another yawn.
Seto stayed out on the balcony for a little longer, watching the stars. There was some rustlings in bushes below, so he took one of the left over water balloons and dropped it.
Screams followed.
Feeling much better, he went back inside, locked the balcony door behind him and went to bed. Sleep took a little while longer to follow however.
The bed felt strangely large and empty.
+++ To Be Continued +++
As it's been stated before, we like puppyshipping, but we're kinda a no-shipper too. I have no idea what's up with the listed pairings here, it just worked out that way too. ~_~
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Misread that line as boyfriend not bodygaurd. -_-;
I got to about here:
"I've got an idea... what if we braided your hair?"
"Braid?"
before I caught myself grinning and totally decided you were the best person in the UNIVERSE, let alone the world, and for that totally deserved a hug. *glomps to death* I've been having an inferiority complex lately. Mainly holding myself up to your standards. -_-;;*sigh* Thankies, though. You make me giggle. And my friends, even though they have no freakin' clue who you are or what you write about. So you're awesome, and I'm friending youjust as soon as I can remember how. ^^;;
...
Meh kitty's decided he likes your fics too.
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The first fandom I was in, was told that my fics were cute, but they had to be longer to be acutually be considered stories, and so I wasn't a real fic writer.
Second fandom, was told I was spamming lists because I was writing a short fic a day.
Third fandom, didn't get much feedback at all.
Detective Conan / Magic Kaito is my fourth major fandom to write for.
And suddenly, I'm considered good. @_@;;
I just write to amuse myself. No more, no less. ^^;; It makes me happy to make people smile.
But, um, don't hold yourself to my standards, please. I've failed English in both High School and College, my grammer sucks and my spelling isn't quite sure which version of English it is. >_> I'm NOT a good role model!
Just... relax and have fun with it. As long as you're enjoying what you're doing, I think that's the important thing. ^____^
And I'm glad your kitty likes the fics! XD
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O.o;;;; You failed English? Well THAT certinly makes me feel better. Well, and the multiple "You are to good"'s I got from the people at edogawa.proboards48.com. ^.^
I agree. I will only write to have fun, not 'cause someone's making me! *leer at Yusaku's editors*
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I don't know if you have heard of Vathara on ff.net. A pretty good author with some interesting crossovers. I recommend 'im.
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That too.
Yes! Vathara!! MOrgan keeps bouncing about their fics. ^___^
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Oh well... it's not like it's the first time you've gotten me hooked on a series, that's for sure. **siiiiigh** That was excellent.
I thought Haga and Ryuuzaki made sense...
And that would be certain to fail spectacularly (and likely blame it on Yugi), as this is Haga and Ryuuzaki we're talking about. Most likely, they would end up drinking the spiked drinks and embarassing themselves greatly & not get laid. Though, perhaps, a statue might be humped.
...right, whose plot bunny is this and why is it over here?
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And why is it naked? ^____^
Though, perhaps, a statue might be humped.
Oh, Fates... The next morning Seto comes out of Kaiba Corp and finds them passed out in front of in front of one of the Blue Eyes White Dragon statues, which is all covered in...
... yeah.
*backs away from that one slowly*
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Remember how Seto's expression is when he summons those...?
Particularly very early on?
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GAH! Thank-you-so-very-much. I thought I was safe reading the replies - silly me. *wanders off snickering*
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Always a pleasure to break your brain, Po'e. *hearts*