[fic] YGO: Guard Dog Con't
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ickaimpWow. We were actually feeling creative today. And it was sunny today too, first time in a week. Coinidence, surely.
How evil are you?
Continuing on from here.
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Kaiba wasn't paying attention.
This in and of itself was a novel experience. Kaiba -always- was paying attention, even if he didn't look like it. And while Jounouchi appreciated the chance to see Kaiba zoning out for a change like a normal human, he really would have rather preferred it wasn't during sparring practise.
Because Kaiba was a bitch to spar with, even if Jounouchi was beating him about half the time now in their matches, but sparring was often just as much a mental game as it was a physical one, finding weaknesses, making plans. And right now, Kaiba wasn't seeing him at all. He was fighting something in his head instead.
And that, Jounouchi mused as he ducked a blow, was dangerous. Dangerous cause Kaiba's moves were sloppy and sloppy meant someone could get hurt.
"Hold!" He called, putting his arms down and relaxing his posture, trying to look as unthreatening as possible.
And completely missed the fist that impacted into his face as he attempted to block the kick. "Dammit!" He grabbed Kaiba and rolled him, pinning Blue Eyes to the ground. "I. Said. HOLD."
Kaiba stared up at him as if surprised to see him. "What?"
Jounouchi felt a growl rising out of his throat and did his best to choke it back. He wasn't a -dog-, dammit. "Come back and talk to me when ever you've what's on your mind figured out." He sat up, rubbing the area he could already feel the bruised tissue starting to swell with the back of one hand. "In the mean time, I ain't yer punchin' bag."
He rolled to his feet, stalking out of the room as fast as his temper would let him. Part of his brain informed him that Kaiba had appeared to be reaching for him when he left, but he brushed that thought aside as wishful thinking.
Stupid, stupid, stupid... He stomped into the kitchen and grabbed a bag of frozen something out of the freezer and pressed it to his face. The cold stung, but it was a familiar sensation, an old friend he hadn't felt in a while. He was getting facking soft, that's what it was. Forgetting that just cause he was starting to get to know Kaiba didn't mean he was less of a jerk.
He sighed. Dammit. Stupid temper. Really was his worst fault. Yuugi would have figured out something was wrong earlier and would be able to figure out what was going through Kaiba's mind. If Kaiba had a mind.
But no... he thought with his fists first, then his head.
This also meant that he couldn't spend the day at Yuugi's, cause the spiky-haired boy would worry about him and Kaiba, regardless if he explained the bruise or not. And Jounouchi was a terrible liar anyway. Even if all he said was that he got it during sparring, Yuugi would read more into it and he'd spend the whole day being mother-henned.
Which wasn't always a bad thing, just not right facking now.
When the hell had his life gotten so complicated? Used to be, he got into a brawl, got bruised and bloody, he and Honda would patch each other up, life went on. No one commented on a random bruise or cut. Cause it was just That Punk Jounouchi, so no one cared.
But now he had both Yuugi and Mokuba watching over his shoulder, making sure that he didn't get hurt. He had people that worried about stuff like scraps and bruises and if he was eating right and that was just painfully weird. But in a good way.
Speaking of people, he needed to make sure Mokuba was up and getting ready for school. Brat would sleep in, given half a chance.
He gave it half a thought, then grabbed breakfast to eat in his room so he didn't run into Kaiba before Ol' Blue Eyes went to work. It was probably cowardice on his part to be avoiding the billionaire, but there was also a such thing he was slowly learning called 'Picking your fights'.
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-this was actually going to continue on in Jou's POV, but Mokuba and Seto decided that they wanted to cut in, so what was going to be one chapter is now going to be three parts.
Working on Mokuba's now, Seto's is gonna be a pain. STUPID STUPID ANGSTY BOY!!!
How evil are you?
Continuing on from here.
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Kaiba wasn't paying attention.
This in and of itself was a novel experience. Kaiba -always- was paying attention, even if he didn't look like it. And while Jounouchi appreciated the chance to see Kaiba zoning out for a change like a normal human, he really would have rather preferred it wasn't during sparring practise.
Because Kaiba was a bitch to spar with, even if Jounouchi was beating him about half the time now in their matches, but sparring was often just as much a mental game as it was a physical one, finding weaknesses, making plans. And right now, Kaiba wasn't seeing him at all. He was fighting something in his head instead.
And that, Jounouchi mused as he ducked a blow, was dangerous. Dangerous cause Kaiba's moves were sloppy and sloppy meant someone could get hurt.
"Hold!" He called, putting his arms down and relaxing his posture, trying to look as unthreatening as possible.
And completely missed the fist that impacted into his face as he attempted to block the kick. "Dammit!" He grabbed Kaiba and rolled him, pinning Blue Eyes to the ground. "I. Said. HOLD."
Kaiba stared up at him as if surprised to see him. "What?"
Jounouchi felt a growl rising out of his throat and did his best to choke it back. He wasn't a -dog-, dammit. "Come back and talk to me when ever you've what's on your mind figured out." He sat up, rubbing the area he could already feel the bruised tissue starting to swell with the back of one hand. "In the mean time, I ain't yer punchin' bag."
He rolled to his feet, stalking out of the room as fast as his temper would let him. Part of his brain informed him that Kaiba had appeared to be reaching for him when he left, but he brushed that thought aside as wishful thinking.
Stupid, stupid, stupid... He stomped into the kitchen and grabbed a bag of frozen something out of the freezer and pressed it to his face. The cold stung, but it was a familiar sensation, an old friend he hadn't felt in a while. He was getting facking soft, that's what it was. Forgetting that just cause he was starting to get to know Kaiba didn't mean he was less of a jerk.
He sighed. Dammit. Stupid temper. Really was his worst fault. Yuugi would have figured out something was wrong earlier and would be able to figure out what was going through Kaiba's mind. If Kaiba had a mind.
But no... he thought with his fists first, then his head.
This also meant that he couldn't spend the day at Yuugi's, cause the spiky-haired boy would worry about him and Kaiba, regardless if he explained the bruise or not. And Jounouchi was a terrible liar anyway. Even if all he said was that he got it during sparring, Yuugi would read more into it and he'd spend the whole day being mother-henned.
Which wasn't always a bad thing, just not right facking now.
When the hell had his life gotten so complicated? Used to be, he got into a brawl, got bruised and bloody, he and Honda would patch each other up, life went on. No one commented on a random bruise or cut. Cause it was just That Punk Jounouchi, so no one cared.
But now he had both Yuugi and Mokuba watching over his shoulder, making sure that he didn't get hurt. He had people that worried about stuff like scraps and bruises and if he was eating right and that was just painfully weird. But in a good way.
Speaking of people, he needed to make sure Mokuba was up and getting ready for school. Brat would sleep in, given half a chance.
He gave it half a thought, then grabbed breakfast to eat in his room so he didn't run into Kaiba before Ol' Blue Eyes went to work. It was probably cowardice on his part to be avoiding the billionaire, but there was also a such thing he was slowly learning called 'Picking your fights'.
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-this was actually going to continue on in Jou's POV, but Mokuba and Seto decided that they wanted to cut in, so what was going to be one chapter is now going to be three parts.
Working on Mokuba's now, Seto's is gonna be a pain. STUPID STUPID ANGSTY BOY!!!
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Lurker dropping in...
Date: 2006-04-02 04:57 am (UTC)I was plunnied the other day, and was thinking about playing with TGZ and Nero Wolfe, probably not in a way anyone would expect either.
Re: Lurker dropping in...
Date: 2006-04-02 09:05 am (UTC)But please! Feel free to write it! ^______________^ *curious*
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Date: 2006-04-02 03:30 pm (UTC)Apparently, the next DC case published in the Shounen Sunday might have Hakuba appearing? (http://www.conan-fansub.net/Beika_street/viewtopic.php?p=29410#29410) Would make sense, considering he's going to appear in movie 10...
Thought you'd be interested to know :c)
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Date: 2006-04-02 08:38 pm (UTC)Hm... I wonder if Kid's going to be there too, or it's just gonna be a murder case.
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Date: 2006-04-02 10:56 pm (UTC)So if Kid appears, would that make some Kid-Heiji interaction as well?
I think I'm looking forward to next week. ^^
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Date: 2006-04-02 11:50 pm (UTC)Been wondering how the two of them would interact with each other.
Still waiting to see the Sixth OVA, Heiji and Conan vs the Kid. Love to see how that goes.
Yayyyyy!! Next week!! XD XD XD
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Date: 2006-04-05 03:06 pm (UTC)All three of my darlings~ *drool* Only hope it could have been Shin'ichi-kun, not Conan. :/
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Date: 2006-04-05 11:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-04-05 03:03 pm (UTC)