[fic] YGO: Guard Dog Con't
Jan. 31st, 2006 03:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimpSo last night, I streached out on the floor to work on a sketch, as is my usual wont, and Train decided that this was a lovely idea and decided to curl up for a nap.
On my back.
Which seemed like a good idea all around and I decided to take one too, much to David's concernment, as dinner was ready. But when you're comfortable and there's a cat asleep on your back and purring in your ear, what are you gonna do? ^_____^
Oh, it turns out the little white and ginger kitty has an owner and a name. Houdini. ^^; Appropriate.
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Seto didn't understand it.
He'd woken up from a disquieting dream, not a nightmare, but enough to make him wake up and take a look around before settling back to sleep. And found Jounouchi curled up in a ball next to him, on top of the duvet, snoring softly.
Seemed like everywhere he turned, there the blond was lately. No, not lately. The blond had been there a while now, he was just noticing it more often. Especially after their conversation in America.
Jounouchi had said that they 'weren't exactly friends'. And while the words had a ring of truth to them, they didn't feel right either. They were not friends, he and Mokuba were Jounouchi's employer. But the blond didn't act like an employee did. An employee did not chase him down to eat, or take a break, or snark back. And an employee certainly didn't share a bed with their employer on a fairly regular basis. At least, not without trying to gain something from it.
By all definitions, that is what a friend would do. But they weren't friends.
He reached out to move the shaggy blond hair out of Jounouchi's face and hesitated. It was something he did for Mokuba, when checking on his younger brother before going to sleep.
It was too intimate. To have someone this close, it was too intimate.
Fear stayed his hand, paralysing him.
"It's a horrible thing," Mokuba commented sleepily from Jounouchi's other side. "To be human."
"Mokuba!" He pulls his hand back, feeling strangely guilty.
"It's okay." Mokuba sat up, running a hand through Jounouchi's hair and for a dizzying moment, Seto wasn’t sure what his brother was telling him was okay. To be human, to pet the blond like a puppy, to... to...
“It’s okay to touch.” His brother gave him a warm look. "And it's okay to need others, ‘Niisama."
Yeah, right. There were no others. Only himself and Mokuba. He tucked his hand under his body, self-contained again.
"He likes having the back of his ears scratched, even if he doesn't admit it." Mokuba whispered conspiratorially. "Watch this."
Mokuba did just what he said, rubbing the back of Jounouchi's odd floppy ears. The blond made a contented groan, then stretched himself out. Mokuba smiled mischievously at him, then rolled over to grab a blanket and tossed it over the blond.
"He dresses to sleep in his bed, then freezes when he gets here." Mokuba murmured. Seto sat up, realising that Mokuba was under the duvet like he was, but the blond was on top of the covers. Now that he mentioned it, whenever Seto had gone to wake Jounouchi for sparing, the blond was always sprawled across the bed, never curled up.
Logically, the proper response should have been say that the blond could sleep under the duvet, like they were. He said nothing. This already was too intimate. How much more would it hurt to have someone even closer?
Mokuba sighed, obviously disappointed with him. “’Niisama…”
“No, Mokuba.”
His brother made an annoyed sound, plopping backwards on the bed, causing the mattress to shake slightly. “I’m not going to be here forever, you know.”
“Yes.” He was all too aware of that. Mokuba was a genius in his own right, Seto couldn’t and wouldn’t hold his brother back from exploring that.
But that also put an interesting spin on reasons for the blond’s presence. “Is that why you wanted Jounouchi as your guard?”
“There are only two people who have repeatedly tried to be our friends without asking anything in return.” Mokuba said softly. “Yuugi is the other.”
He didn’t have time for ‘friends’. And they had asked things of him. Rides, medical assistance, but no money. Never money. That was usual in and of itself. His refusal of such requests had never been a condition to their presence either, another usual trend.
“You’ve lived for the sake of the company and for me for so long, ‘Niisama.” He didn’t have to see his brother’s face to see the sadness in it. “You need to learn to live for yourself too.”
“I’m fine.” He commented back. It was automatic response. He could be bleeding from a gut wound and be fine. It was the way things were. The way things had to be. He –had- to be strong.
“I’m not saying you should –marry- the guy.” Mokuba sat up giving him a disbelieving look. “I’m just saying that you should be friends. You don’t argue now nearly as much as you used to.”
“He doesn’t act like a moron all the time, like he used to.” He retorted. That was a lie, but the blond’s bravado wasn’t nearly as annoying as it once was. Boasts and threats that had once been irritating where now amusing, as they were generally intended to be.
Mokuba looked triumphant. “That’s cause you’ve gotten to know him. And him you too. So you don’t piss each other off anymore. And ya really do have a lot in common. Yuugi too. He’d still like to be your friend.”
“He threatened me with a shovel.” Seto retorted, vaguely relishing the bewildered look on Mokuba’s face. “-If I ever hurt Jounouchi.”
“Good.” Mokuba appeared pleased by the proclamation.
Seto raised an eyebrow.
“Who else is gonna threaten you with a shovel?” Mokuba pointed out. “Means he’s not scared of you, like almost everyone else is.”
He sniffed. He’d worked hard to get that terrifying reputation. He didn’t need it ruined by someone who couldn’t even reach his shoulder.
Mokuba sighed again, flopping across the blond in a theatrical gesture. “I’m just saying…”
“That you’d like to see everyone as one big happy lovey-dovey group.”
He got glared at for the sarcasm. “I’d just like to see you with some friends, ‘Niisama.” Mokuba scolded. “Jounouchi and Yuugi already want to be your friends. Maybe you could let them? Possibly show up on movie nights without me having to get Jounouchi to fetch you?”
He wanted to refuse. He was Kaiba Seto, he didn’t need anyone. Yet… he couldn’t refuse Mokuba anything. Not really. Not when it was important to Mokuba.
“Alright.” He sighed. “I will try.” It would probably hurt more in the long run to try to push them away now than letting this continue would anyway.
“That’s all I’m asking.” Mokuba smiled brilliantly at him. He smiled slightly back, as much of a smile as he was able to garner.
“And here.” Mokuba reached out, grabbing his hand and putting it on Jounouchi’s head. “He really does like to be petted. It’s okay.”
The blond hair under his hands had a coarse texture, a bit like a dog’s, but was soft to the touch. He moved his hand, the golden strands moving through his fingers. It was soothing, in an odd way.
Jounouchi made a contented sound, mumbled something about chasing squirrels and shifted closer. He yanked his hand back, startled. Mokuba laughed softly, catching his hand again and moving it back to the blond’s head.
“Sleep well, ‘Niisama.” Mokuba patted his hand, and Jounouchi’s head by default, then curled back up, closing his eyes and falling back asleep.
Seto lay back down as well, fingertips just brushing the fringe from the blond’s face. It still was too close, too intimate and therefore dangerous, but it wasn’t as terrifying as he would have thought either.
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“Yo!” Jounouchi walked into Mokuba’s lab, looking around. Mokuba was at his chair as always, but he had a visitor as well. It caused him to do a double take. “Noa?”
“Hi.” The green-haired Kaiba smiled shyly and waved back. He looked older, about Mokuba’s age. The hair had been changed as well; the fringe was shorter at the top, longer at the bottom almost touching his chin. The white schoolboy uniform had been replaced with a more Chinese-style tunic and pants.
And he was floating in mid-air.
“I got a Solid Vision system up in the lab.” Mokuba commented, his eyes not leaving the screen he was watching. “I’d like to get a Solid System up and running, but ‘Niisama said no.”
“I’m still too much of a security risk.” Noa explained, a small sad smile on his face. Noa knew the reasons and understood them, but it was still kind of frustrating to be so close and so far away from people at the same time.
“Like the new look.” Jounouchi gave him a thumbs up. “Mokuba help?”
“Of course.” Mokuba grinned, turning his chair slightly so that Jounouchi could see that he was cradling a large bowl of popcorn. “Who else around here has the fashion sense to do so?”
Jounouchi remembered Kaiba’s outfits with the metal studs, the buckles and the leather and sweatdropped. “Right.” He shook off that mental picture and walked over to see what Mokuba was looking at.
And promptly did a double take. There were two Black Magicians on the screen. Twisting around and missing to what amounted to a large amount of armour. And doing things to each other that he’d never seen even remotely in normal duels. At least, not by the monsters themselves… “Duel Monsters Porn?!”
“Yup.” Mokuba took a handful of popcorn and shoved it in his mouth. “Evidently some of the engineers get bored late at night. There’s a bunch of it saved on the servers.”
Jounouchi blinked, turning his head to the side as the characters rotated in mid-air, riding each other’s magical staffs. “Okay… no two guys are –that- flexible, even with no gravity.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Noa rotated so that he was watching the screen, floating upside down.
“And you would know… How?” Mokuba raised an eyebrow sceptically.
“Eh. About half the porn I loaned Yuugi in High School was guy-on-guy.” He turned his head the other direction, still watching the characters. “That’s why we always made sure Anzu didn’t get her hands on it, we’d never get it back.”
Mokuba had a look on his face that was almost triumphant. Jounouchi looked at him suspiciously. Usually that look meant trouble.
“Speakin’ of which…” Jounouchi straightened up. “You’re a little young to be watching this, aren’t you?”
“Am not.” Mokuba set his jaw firmly.
Jounouchi raised a sceptical eyebrow. “You’re how old now?”
“Fifteen as of last month.”
“Sixteen is legal.” Jounouchi hit the button, turning off the monitor. “Wait another year.”
“What?” Mokuba looked both astonished Jounouchi would do such a thing and outraged. “I bet you didn’t wait until you were sixteen!”
“I had to be sixteen to rent it.” Jounouchi shot back. “Trust me, you’ll appreciate it a lot more then.” Okay, maybe rent it, but he’d already had some of his collection by then.
“I appreciate it fine now!” Mokuba shot back hotly. Noa floated out of the way, looking nervous.
“Noa found it, didn’t he?” Jounouchi deduced. He hadn’t been a juvenile delinquent for nothing. Noa’s flinch told him that he was correct. He sighed. “Alright. Here’s what we’re going to do. Kaiba probably doesn’t know about it, does he?”
“No.” Noa shook his head. Mokuba continued to glare sullenly.
“Right. Noa, e-mail me the addresses for the files. Don’t delete them just yet. No more finding porn for Mokuba. Mokuba, I’m holding you responsible for that.”
“What?” Mokuba glared. “You’re not my brother!”
“No.” Jounouchi grinned, showing off his sharp teeth. “I’m not. And if I find out that you’ve been watching it again, I –will- tell him. Furthermore.” He leaned forward. “I will see to it that access to the internet, the Kaiba Corp mainframes and your laboratory will be cut off for an undetermined amount of time.”
“Then how am I supposed to work?” Mokuba shot back. “And that would cut off Noa as well!”
“I –suppose- that you’ll have to spend your time –outside-. Running around. Getting fresh air.” Jounouchi’s grin got wider as Mokuba began to look terrified. “And Noa’s –your- responsibility, isn’t he?”
That was the condition on Mokuba restoring Noa, Noa was Mokuba’s responsibility. “You wouldn’t.”
Jounouchi just grinned.
“You would.” Mokuba half groaned, half growled. “I’ve created a monster. Give someone some power it and it goes straight to their head.”
“We only do it cause we wuuuuuuub you, ‘Mokie-kun’.” Jounouchi sing-sang in an overly bright childish tone. Mokuba looked at him in abject fear.
Jounouchi cackled. Spreading Chaos and disorder. His work here was done. “Right. So I’ll check on you two troublemakers later, I’ve got fear and terror to spread among some engineers. Bai~!” He wiggled his fingers at them as he slipped out the door, off to check e-mail.
As the door shut behind him, he sworn he could have heard Mokuba musing out loud that while they were too young to –watch- porn, Jounouchi hadn’t said anything about not making their own…
But that couldn’t possibly have been right.
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+++ To Be Continued +++
Geh. These chapters keep getting longer. >_<
Hmmmm.... *looks thoughtful*
On my back.
Which seemed like a good idea all around and I decided to take one too, much to David's concernment, as dinner was ready. But when you're comfortable and there's a cat asleep on your back and purring in your ear, what are you gonna do? ^_____^
Oh, it turns out the little white and ginger kitty has an owner and a name. Houdini. ^^; Appropriate.
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Seto didn't understand it.
He'd woken up from a disquieting dream, not a nightmare, but enough to make him wake up and take a look around before settling back to sleep. And found Jounouchi curled up in a ball next to him, on top of the duvet, snoring softly.
Seemed like everywhere he turned, there the blond was lately. No, not lately. The blond had been there a while now, he was just noticing it more often. Especially after their conversation in America.
Jounouchi had said that they 'weren't exactly friends'. And while the words had a ring of truth to them, they didn't feel right either. They were not friends, he and Mokuba were Jounouchi's employer. But the blond didn't act like an employee did. An employee did not chase him down to eat, or take a break, or snark back. And an employee certainly didn't share a bed with their employer on a fairly regular basis. At least, not without trying to gain something from it.
By all definitions, that is what a friend would do. But they weren't friends.
He reached out to move the shaggy blond hair out of Jounouchi's face and hesitated. It was something he did for Mokuba, when checking on his younger brother before going to sleep.
It was too intimate. To have someone this close, it was too intimate.
Fear stayed his hand, paralysing him.
"It's a horrible thing," Mokuba commented sleepily from Jounouchi's other side. "To be human."
"Mokuba!" He pulls his hand back, feeling strangely guilty.
"It's okay." Mokuba sat up, running a hand through Jounouchi's hair and for a dizzying moment, Seto wasn’t sure what his brother was telling him was okay. To be human, to pet the blond like a puppy, to... to...
“It’s okay to touch.” His brother gave him a warm look. "And it's okay to need others, ‘Niisama."
Yeah, right. There were no others. Only himself and Mokuba. He tucked his hand under his body, self-contained again.
"He likes having the back of his ears scratched, even if he doesn't admit it." Mokuba whispered conspiratorially. "Watch this."
Mokuba did just what he said, rubbing the back of Jounouchi's odd floppy ears. The blond made a contented groan, then stretched himself out. Mokuba smiled mischievously at him, then rolled over to grab a blanket and tossed it over the blond.
"He dresses to sleep in his bed, then freezes when he gets here." Mokuba murmured. Seto sat up, realising that Mokuba was under the duvet like he was, but the blond was on top of the covers. Now that he mentioned it, whenever Seto had gone to wake Jounouchi for sparing, the blond was always sprawled across the bed, never curled up.
Logically, the proper response should have been say that the blond could sleep under the duvet, like they were. He said nothing. This already was too intimate. How much more would it hurt to have someone even closer?
Mokuba sighed, obviously disappointed with him. “’Niisama…”
“No, Mokuba.”
His brother made an annoyed sound, plopping backwards on the bed, causing the mattress to shake slightly. “I’m not going to be here forever, you know.”
“Yes.” He was all too aware of that. Mokuba was a genius in his own right, Seto couldn’t and wouldn’t hold his brother back from exploring that.
But that also put an interesting spin on reasons for the blond’s presence. “Is that why you wanted Jounouchi as your guard?”
“There are only two people who have repeatedly tried to be our friends without asking anything in return.” Mokuba said softly. “Yuugi is the other.”
He didn’t have time for ‘friends’. And they had asked things of him. Rides, medical assistance, but no money. Never money. That was usual in and of itself. His refusal of such requests had never been a condition to their presence either, another usual trend.
“You’ve lived for the sake of the company and for me for so long, ‘Niisama.” He didn’t have to see his brother’s face to see the sadness in it. “You need to learn to live for yourself too.”
“I’m fine.” He commented back. It was automatic response. He could be bleeding from a gut wound and be fine. It was the way things were. The way things had to be. He –had- to be strong.
“I’m not saying you should –marry- the guy.” Mokuba sat up giving him a disbelieving look. “I’m just saying that you should be friends. You don’t argue now nearly as much as you used to.”
“He doesn’t act like a moron all the time, like he used to.” He retorted. That was a lie, but the blond’s bravado wasn’t nearly as annoying as it once was. Boasts and threats that had once been irritating where now amusing, as they were generally intended to be.
Mokuba looked triumphant. “That’s cause you’ve gotten to know him. And him you too. So you don’t piss each other off anymore. And ya really do have a lot in common. Yuugi too. He’d still like to be your friend.”
“He threatened me with a shovel.” Seto retorted, vaguely relishing the bewildered look on Mokuba’s face. “-If I ever hurt Jounouchi.”
“Good.” Mokuba appeared pleased by the proclamation.
Seto raised an eyebrow.
“Who else is gonna threaten you with a shovel?” Mokuba pointed out. “Means he’s not scared of you, like almost everyone else is.”
He sniffed. He’d worked hard to get that terrifying reputation. He didn’t need it ruined by someone who couldn’t even reach his shoulder.
Mokuba sighed again, flopping across the blond in a theatrical gesture. “I’m just saying…”
“That you’d like to see everyone as one big happy lovey-dovey group.”
He got glared at for the sarcasm. “I’d just like to see you with some friends, ‘Niisama.” Mokuba scolded. “Jounouchi and Yuugi already want to be your friends. Maybe you could let them? Possibly show up on movie nights without me having to get Jounouchi to fetch you?”
He wanted to refuse. He was Kaiba Seto, he didn’t need anyone. Yet… he couldn’t refuse Mokuba anything. Not really. Not when it was important to Mokuba.
“Alright.” He sighed. “I will try.” It would probably hurt more in the long run to try to push them away now than letting this continue would anyway.
“That’s all I’m asking.” Mokuba smiled brilliantly at him. He smiled slightly back, as much of a smile as he was able to garner.
“And here.” Mokuba reached out, grabbing his hand and putting it on Jounouchi’s head. “He really does like to be petted. It’s okay.”
The blond hair under his hands had a coarse texture, a bit like a dog’s, but was soft to the touch. He moved his hand, the golden strands moving through his fingers. It was soothing, in an odd way.
Jounouchi made a contented sound, mumbled something about chasing squirrels and shifted closer. He yanked his hand back, startled. Mokuba laughed softly, catching his hand again and moving it back to the blond’s head.
“Sleep well, ‘Niisama.” Mokuba patted his hand, and Jounouchi’s head by default, then curled back up, closing his eyes and falling back asleep.
Seto lay back down as well, fingertips just brushing the fringe from the blond’s face. It still was too close, too intimate and therefore dangerous, but it wasn’t as terrifying as he would have thought either.
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“Yo!” Jounouchi walked into Mokuba’s lab, looking around. Mokuba was at his chair as always, but he had a visitor as well. It caused him to do a double take. “Noa?”
“Hi.” The green-haired Kaiba smiled shyly and waved back. He looked older, about Mokuba’s age. The hair had been changed as well; the fringe was shorter at the top, longer at the bottom almost touching his chin. The white schoolboy uniform had been replaced with a more Chinese-style tunic and pants.
And he was floating in mid-air.
“I got a Solid Vision system up in the lab.” Mokuba commented, his eyes not leaving the screen he was watching. “I’d like to get a Solid System up and running, but ‘Niisama said no.”
“I’m still too much of a security risk.” Noa explained, a small sad smile on his face. Noa knew the reasons and understood them, but it was still kind of frustrating to be so close and so far away from people at the same time.
“Like the new look.” Jounouchi gave him a thumbs up. “Mokuba help?”
“Of course.” Mokuba grinned, turning his chair slightly so that Jounouchi could see that he was cradling a large bowl of popcorn. “Who else around here has the fashion sense to do so?”
Jounouchi remembered Kaiba’s outfits with the metal studs, the buckles and the leather and sweatdropped. “Right.” He shook off that mental picture and walked over to see what Mokuba was looking at.
And promptly did a double take. There were two Black Magicians on the screen. Twisting around and missing to what amounted to a large amount of armour. And doing things to each other that he’d never seen even remotely in normal duels. At least, not by the monsters themselves… “Duel Monsters Porn?!”
“Yup.” Mokuba took a handful of popcorn and shoved it in his mouth. “Evidently some of the engineers get bored late at night. There’s a bunch of it saved on the servers.”
Jounouchi blinked, turning his head to the side as the characters rotated in mid-air, riding each other’s magical staffs. “Okay… no two guys are –that- flexible, even with no gravity.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Noa rotated so that he was watching the screen, floating upside down.
“And you would know… How?” Mokuba raised an eyebrow sceptically.
“Eh. About half the porn I loaned Yuugi in High School was guy-on-guy.” He turned his head the other direction, still watching the characters. “That’s why we always made sure Anzu didn’t get her hands on it, we’d never get it back.”
Mokuba had a look on his face that was almost triumphant. Jounouchi looked at him suspiciously. Usually that look meant trouble.
“Speakin’ of which…” Jounouchi straightened up. “You’re a little young to be watching this, aren’t you?”
“Am not.” Mokuba set his jaw firmly.
Jounouchi raised a sceptical eyebrow. “You’re how old now?”
“Fifteen as of last month.”
“Sixteen is legal.” Jounouchi hit the button, turning off the monitor. “Wait another year.”
“What?” Mokuba looked both astonished Jounouchi would do such a thing and outraged. “I bet you didn’t wait until you were sixteen!”
“I had to be sixteen to rent it.” Jounouchi shot back. “Trust me, you’ll appreciate it a lot more then.” Okay, maybe rent it, but he’d already had some of his collection by then.
“I appreciate it fine now!” Mokuba shot back hotly. Noa floated out of the way, looking nervous.
“Noa found it, didn’t he?” Jounouchi deduced. He hadn’t been a juvenile delinquent for nothing. Noa’s flinch told him that he was correct. He sighed. “Alright. Here’s what we’re going to do. Kaiba probably doesn’t know about it, does he?”
“No.” Noa shook his head. Mokuba continued to glare sullenly.
“Right. Noa, e-mail me the addresses for the files. Don’t delete them just yet. No more finding porn for Mokuba. Mokuba, I’m holding you responsible for that.”
“What?” Mokuba glared. “You’re not my brother!”
“No.” Jounouchi grinned, showing off his sharp teeth. “I’m not. And if I find out that you’ve been watching it again, I –will- tell him. Furthermore.” He leaned forward. “I will see to it that access to the internet, the Kaiba Corp mainframes and your laboratory will be cut off for an undetermined amount of time.”
“Then how am I supposed to work?” Mokuba shot back. “And that would cut off Noa as well!”
“I –suppose- that you’ll have to spend your time –outside-. Running around. Getting fresh air.” Jounouchi’s grin got wider as Mokuba began to look terrified. “And Noa’s –your- responsibility, isn’t he?”
That was the condition on Mokuba restoring Noa, Noa was Mokuba’s responsibility. “You wouldn’t.”
Jounouchi just grinned.
“You would.” Mokuba half groaned, half growled. “I’ve created a monster. Give someone some power it and it goes straight to their head.”
“We only do it cause we wuuuuuuub you, ‘Mokie-kun’.” Jounouchi sing-sang in an overly bright childish tone. Mokuba looked at him in abject fear.
Jounouchi cackled. Spreading Chaos and disorder. His work here was done. “Right. So I’ll check on you two troublemakers later, I’ve got fear and terror to spread among some engineers. Bai~!” He wiggled his fingers at them as he slipped out the door, off to check e-mail.
As the door shut behind him, he sworn he could have heard Mokuba musing out loud that while they were too young to –watch- porn, Jounouchi hadn’t said anything about not making their own…
But that couldn’t possibly have been right.
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+++ To Be Continued +++
Geh. These chapters keep getting longer. >_<
Hmmmm.... *looks thoughtful*
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Date: 2006-01-31 04:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-31 07:00 pm (UTC)That reminds me... I need to find the link again, but I found the background story to Raven, as per comic book continuation. ~_^
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Date: 2006-01-31 05:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-31 07:01 pm (UTC)((Huggles Tdei!)) Glad you like! XD
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Date: 2006-02-01 02:00 am (UTC)::glomp!!:: *^^*
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Date: 2006-02-01 03:18 am (UTC)Hmm... s'funny, in chat we're talking about contact, induendo and how people keep mistaking casual touch for sexual suggestiveness.
May have to address that some time... ^^;
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Date: 2006-01-31 10:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-31 11:20 pm (UTC)Or, y'know, Noa has his own Virtual Reality he controls... #^^# *hides*
Blue Eyes Pron will pop up later, Jou's gonna show Kaiba the interesting things on the server... ^_______^
We went back through and made a butt load of corrections on the orginal file as well as writing these two chapters. Mokuba is now the one responsable for Seto's clothing (thanks to X-Parrot's fics on the Pit, highly recommended) and Jou isn't a dog before he is now. ^^;; (thanks to someone who pointed that out)
Really need to get my hands on some of the earlier manga... Seto has a habit of using everything that isn't a weapon as a weapon, but pretty sure that Mokuba pulled a gun on Yuugi before the Duellist Kingdom arc... Need to check that. ^^;;
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Date: 2006-02-01 03:31 pm (UTC)Erk. Mo/Noa pron; owie. Brain hurting. YOUR fault.
Ohhh.. speaking of fics and odd fighting-styles, did you read that Rurouni Kenshin/Stargate one by Vathura with him and Kaoru teaching fighting with a plastic knife vs. kitchen-mixer? That was such a great visual...
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Date: 2006-02-01 08:56 pm (UTC)Wait until you get to the Noa arc. Is SO totally there. Noa's a -really- pervy bastard.
Plastic Knife vs Kitchen Mixer.... I'm scared. Espeically since it's Kaoru.
-chances are that either the immediate area would be a mess, or for the first time in her life, she'd have a perfectly prepared tasty dinner. o_O
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Date: 2006-02-01 09:14 pm (UTC)Mmmmm, scans... I'm still only on disc 7 (middle of Battle City arc) and I've just gotten a look at the Osiris Card; ow. You know the awful thing? Those Vathura fics that I've been reading have turned me into a Bakura fan. Sad, really.
omg!
Date: 2006-02-15 06:35 am (UTC)