[fic] YGO: Guard Dog Con't
Apr. 11th, 2006 09:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimpNew art up on Mischif, a MK au pic for a fic we haven't written yet and the Poker vs Chess pic for this fic. ^^;; We've been slack, needed to change the holiday pics out.
... although, in a few months, it would have been appropriate for this half of the world... ^__^
Jaelle wrote a really great X/One Piece fusion!! Go read and cackle!! XD XD XD
Guard Dog con't from here and here.
"Come in."
Jounouchi walked into the room and promptly did a double take, his nose wrinkling up. A woman in a sharp business suit that some how managed to show off all of her not inconsiderable charms was rising from one of the chairs, reaching out to shake hands with Kaiba.
Kaiba had a pinched look to his face. He shook hands with her politely, removing his hand from hers as quickly as he could while remaining in the bounds of propriety. Jounouchi held the door open for her as the woman sauntered out, watching him out of the corner of her eye.
"Whew." Jounouchi commented as the door shut behind him. "Someone was sure looking to be fucked."
For once, Kaiba didn't bother correcting his speech. "I thought smelled something was off." He opened a desk drawer and pulled out a can of air freshener and sprayed it around as if it were a talisman to ward off evil stench.
Jounouchi sneezed, the canned scents annoying his nose almost as much as the chemical smell of the woman's pheromones. There were some very real pheromones mixed in there too, but the chemical smell put him on edge.
"I brought-" Jounouchi sneezed again "-lunch. Gah."
"Let's eat outside." Kaiba growled, tossing his laptop into his brief case and slamming the metal container shut. "This place needs to air out."
Jounouchi sneezed. "Right." He muttered, feeling his nose clog up. That took care of the smelling problem. Now he couldn't smell a thing. Geh.
He opened the door for Kaiba, following the man out, debating if he wanted to use one of the napkins as a tissue. He decided against it as he pushed the button for the elevator while Kaiba gave terse instructions to his secretary to air the place out, Kaiba didn't want even a hint of perfume scent remaining.
The secretary got a vindictive look on her face as she agreed. Obviously, she hadn't taken a liking to the woman either. Probably had gotten called 'old' or something. He'd get the story later, they had a on going Kaiba-story swapping contest going on. Was interesting hearing about Kaiba operating the company when he first took over.
This Kaiba was definitely preferable.
The elevator doors opened and they got in, Kaiba leaning against one of the elevator walls. Jounouchi frowned. "Ya okay?" He questioned. Kaiba rarely leaned on anything while at work. Sometimes when relaxing, but not often.
"Headache." Kaiba said shortly. "It's nothing."
Of course it was nothing. It wasn't a gut wound, his soul hadn't been sucked out and and he had all of his limbs. "Right." Jounouchi agreed blandly. Kaiba glanced at him suspiciously, but the elevator slowed down and they both pushed off of the walls, standing straight for when the doors opened.
They marched through the front doors, Kaiba putting off his best icy 'Bugger off' aura, Jounouchi glaring and shaking his head at anyone who even looked hopeful at an approach. With Ol' Blue Eyes in this sort of mood, someone was more likely to get a metal briefcase up the side of the head than a simple greeting.
Sometimes Jounouchi wondered if his job wasn't to protect the Kaiba siblings from everyone else, but to protect everyone else from the Kaibas...
"Where we going?" He asked as Kaiba strode out of the doors and down the stairs, obviously with a destination in mind.
"Park." Kaiba snapped, his stride increasing as if he couldn't get away fast enough. Considering that sometimes work would sometimes quite literally follow him out the doors in the form of a hassled frantic employee, Jounouchi couldn't entirely blame him. "I want some fresh air."
"Works for me!" Jounouchi cheered, trotting a little bit to catch up. Yeah, Kaiba could take care of himself, but Jounouchi hadn't had much of an excuse to visit the park lately himself.
"I'm not tossing a tennis ball for you to catch." Kaiba tossed back.
Jounouchi grinned happily at the comment. Usually Kaiba was over-sensitive to any dog references, more so than Jounouchi was. Kaiba's references to him being a 'Mutt' had disappeared shortly after the accident. At the time he'd been grateful, but now he kind of missed Kaiba's brand of teasing. "Got any Frisbees?"
Kaiba's eyes widened slightly as he realised what he'd said and muttered something softly that may have been an apology. Jounouchi slapped him on the shoulder. "Eh. You worry to much."
"On the contrary." Kaiba said disdainfully. "I think I worry just enough."
"Feh." About business maybe. But that was what he was for, making sure that Kaiba didn't work himself to death. So maybe it -wasn't- technically in his job description, but Kaiba sure as heck wasn't going to do it himself.
They made good time to the local park, Kaiba glancing around for a tree that was out of the way and not occupied to sit under. He found one to his liking, but Jounouchi stopped him, wrinkling his nose. "Someone's been using it for a toilet." He muttered, pulling Kaiba over towards a nearby tree that didn't smell like stale urine. Kaiba followed him, looking amused.
"Eat." Jounouchi declared instead, opening up the bag he'd carried in from the cafeteria at Kaiba Corp headquarters. The food there wasn't half bad. Wasn't exactly gourmet, but wasn't slop either. They made a pretty mean pastrami on rye too.
Kaiba grumbled but took the offered roast beef sandwich. Both of them inhaled the first half of their sandwiches, taking the edge off their hunger before slowing down to a more sedate pace on the second half. Jounouchi pulled out come containers of potato salad, passing one of Kaiba and a couple of cans of tea.
A traditional Japanese obento probably would have seemed more in character for a business mogul, but Kaiba rarely had the time, or free hand, for a sit down lunch. Hence, sandwiches. Jounouchi made a point of not eating sandwiches on the weekends.
"Your sense of smell." Kaiba questioned around a bite of potato salad. "How sensitive is it? You could smell that woman's pheromones."
"Yeah." He swallowed, his throat suddenly sort of dry. "But that was a really strong odour. People smell different, depending on what they're feeling. When you're happy, you smell different from than when you're sad or angry. Some are stronger than others."
Sometimes, he'd catch Ol' Blue Eyes watching him with this odd look on his face, and there'd be this warm musky smell. Then the scent would shift to the sour acidic scent of fear, or panic, then fade completely. He kind of liked the musky smell, but it was always gone before he could pinpoint what it was.
Kaiba nodded, looking thoughtful. "Enough to track someone?"
"Not quite that good." He mock-growled. "I'm not a blood hound."
"Never thought of you as one." Kaiba replied easily.
"Hm." Jounouchi eyed him warily. "Ya didn't smell interested back at the office, if that's what you're wonderin'."
If he hadn't been looking for it, he would have missed the shift to the fear-scent, then mellowing out to his usual scent. "Her voice was annoying." Kaiba deadpanned.
"Wasn't bad on the eyes though." Jounouchi grinned. Kaiba shot him a glare which made Jounouchi chuckle. "-If I was into that type." He amended easily. No, busty business dominatrix certainly weren't what flipped his switch.
"Some people do business that way." Kaiba said, looking as uncomfortable as he got. "Sleeping with people to get what they want. I don't want Mokuba to learn to do business that way."
So therefore he didn't do it. Jounouchi nodded. Teach by example, not by 'do as I say'. "Fair enough."
"Feh." Kaiba crumpled up the sandwich wrapper, tossing it into the plastic bag before putting the lid back on his potato salad. "I'm going to close my eyes for a bit." He announced, stretching out on the grass, tucking one arm beneath his head for a pillow. Jounouchi grimaced, but they didn't have anything else to use as a pillow. Well, there was Kaiba's long duster-thing and the shirt around Jounouchi's waist, but Jounouchi couldn't take the shirt off without revealing a very furry secret and Kaiba wasn't going to be that casual in public.
"Right." Jounouchi commented, leaning against the tree. "I'll just keep watch then." It wasn't like he could just wander off, leaving the billionaire asleep in the park. He finished his food, packaged the rest of it up, then watched people for a while.
After about fifteen minutes of this, he got bored. He pulled out his cellphone and checked messages. Nothing. He checked Kaiba. Fast asleep. Right. Kaiba was out of it. He texted Yuugi, asking him if he could hang out at the park. Mainly cause he was bored. If he wanted to watch Ol' Blue Eyes sleep, he could do that at night.
He got no answer back. He was slightly worried until Yuugi showed up, smiling shyly. Jounouchi passed Yuugi the last of the potato salad, the two of them talking softly for a while, careful not to wake Kaiba up.
And them being them, lead to a game of Duel Monsters. Both loathed the idea of putting their cards on the grass, but Jounouchi didn't want to run the risk of borrowing Kaiba's briefcase and then being accused of corporate sabotage.
So Jounouchi moved to Kaiba's other side and they used Kaiba's chest as a table. It was wide enough, at least up near the shoulders, but it got a little tricky to balance the cards towards the hip. Yuugi tried to argue with him, but gave up after the first round, blushing slightly throughout the entire duel.
The blush faded around the second duel and was gone by the third. It returned in full force when Kaiba woke up at the end of the their fourth duel.
"Yo." Jounouchi grinned as blue eyes peered at them in mild confusion. "Got a security guard to pick up Mokuba."
"Who's winning?" Kaiba deadpanned.
"Tie." Yuugi admitted, hastily picking up his cards with light fingers. "Two games each."
"I still owe you, what? Seventy-four games? From before Duellist Kingdom?" Jounouchi grinned. Yuugi made a face.
"You owe me nothing." Yuugi corrected, sliding his cards back into the pouch always on his hip. Jounouchi scooped up his cards, putting them away as well.
Kaiba sat up. "Time?" He requested briskly.
"Work's over, Blue Eyes." Jounouchi smiled. "Time to go home. You've been working too hard." The last part was a slight rebuke, both Kaiba and Mokuba were working too hard over what ever this secret project of theirs was. Kaiba grunted in return. No such thing as working too hard in Kaiba's eyes.
"You're eating dinner with us, I presume?" Kaiba not so much invited but took it as a statement of fact. Yuugi glanced at Jounouchi, who nodded.
"Sure." Yuugi agreed.
Kaiba nodded, rising to his feet. Yuugi and Jounouchi quickly filed suite. "Shall we?" He asked.
Jounouchi grinned, slinging an arm around both of his friend's shoulders', grinning brightly. "Sure."
Yuugi grinned. Kaiba raised an eyebrow, but didn't pull away. Yuugi laughed. Kaiba sighed.
"Let's go." Jounouchi pulled them along. "Dinner awaits!"
"... You put up with this for -how- long?" Kaiba deadpanned at Yuugi.
"You get used to it." Yuugi assured him. "But it is our fault. You feed him once and he just keeps coming back for more."
"Hey!"
"Indeed."
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Porn-ish omake for Wren on f-list. Sorry guys, not really interested in getting a rep for writing lemons. ^^;;
... although, in a few months, it would have been appropriate for this half of the world... ^__^
Jaelle wrote a really great X/One Piece fusion!! Go read and cackle!! XD XD XD
Guard Dog con't from here and here.
"Come in."
Jounouchi walked into the room and promptly did a double take, his nose wrinkling up. A woman in a sharp business suit that some how managed to show off all of her not inconsiderable charms was rising from one of the chairs, reaching out to shake hands with Kaiba.
Kaiba had a pinched look to his face. He shook hands with her politely, removing his hand from hers as quickly as he could while remaining in the bounds of propriety. Jounouchi held the door open for her as the woman sauntered out, watching him out of the corner of her eye.
"Whew." Jounouchi commented as the door shut behind him. "Someone was sure looking to be fucked."
For once, Kaiba didn't bother correcting his speech. "I thought smelled something was off." He opened a desk drawer and pulled out a can of air freshener and sprayed it around as if it were a talisman to ward off evil stench.
Jounouchi sneezed, the canned scents annoying his nose almost as much as the chemical smell of the woman's pheromones. There were some very real pheromones mixed in there too, but the chemical smell put him on edge.
"I brought-" Jounouchi sneezed again "-lunch. Gah."
"Let's eat outside." Kaiba growled, tossing his laptop into his brief case and slamming the metal container shut. "This place needs to air out."
Jounouchi sneezed. "Right." He muttered, feeling his nose clog up. That took care of the smelling problem. Now he couldn't smell a thing. Geh.
He opened the door for Kaiba, following the man out, debating if he wanted to use one of the napkins as a tissue. He decided against it as he pushed the button for the elevator while Kaiba gave terse instructions to his secretary to air the place out, Kaiba didn't want even a hint of perfume scent remaining.
The secretary got a vindictive look on her face as she agreed. Obviously, she hadn't taken a liking to the woman either. Probably had gotten called 'old' or something. He'd get the story later, they had a on going Kaiba-story swapping contest going on. Was interesting hearing about Kaiba operating the company when he first took over.
This Kaiba was definitely preferable.
The elevator doors opened and they got in, Kaiba leaning against one of the elevator walls. Jounouchi frowned. "Ya okay?" He questioned. Kaiba rarely leaned on anything while at work. Sometimes when relaxing, but not often.
"Headache." Kaiba said shortly. "It's nothing."
Of course it was nothing. It wasn't a gut wound, his soul hadn't been sucked out and and he had all of his limbs. "Right." Jounouchi agreed blandly. Kaiba glanced at him suspiciously, but the elevator slowed down and they both pushed off of the walls, standing straight for when the doors opened.
They marched through the front doors, Kaiba putting off his best icy 'Bugger off' aura, Jounouchi glaring and shaking his head at anyone who even looked hopeful at an approach. With Ol' Blue Eyes in this sort of mood, someone was more likely to get a metal briefcase up the side of the head than a simple greeting.
Sometimes Jounouchi wondered if his job wasn't to protect the Kaiba siblings from everyone else, but to protect everyone else from the Kaibas...
"Where we going?" He asked as Kaiba strode out of the doors and down the stairs, obviously with a destination in mind.
"Park." Kaiba snapped, his stride increasing as if he couldn't get away fast enough. Considering that sometimes work would sometimes quite literally follow him out the doors in the form of a hassled frantic employee, Jounouchi couldn't entirely blame him. "I want some fresh air."
"Works for me!" Jounouchi cheered, trotting a little bit to catch up. Yeah, Kaiba could take care of himself, but Jounouchi hadn't had much of an excuse to visit the park lately himself.
"I'm not tossing a tennis ball for you to catch." Kaiba tossed back.
Jounouchi grinned happily at the comment. Usually Kaiba was over-sensitive to any dog references, more so than Jounouchi was. Kaiba's references to him being a 'Mutt' had disappeared shortly after the accident. At the time he'd been grateful, but now he kind of missed Kaiba's brand of teasing. "Got any Frisbees?"
Kaiba's eyes widened slightly as he realised what he'd said and muttered something softly that may have been an apology. Jounouchi slapped him on the shoulder. "Eh. You worry to much."
"On the contrary." Kaiba said disdainfully. "I think I worry just enough."
"Feh." About business maybe. But that was what he was for, making sure that Kaiba didn't work himself to death. So maybe it -wasn't- technically in his job description, but Kaiba sure as heck wasn't going to do it himself.
They made good time to the local park, Kaiba glancing around for a tree that was out of the way and not occupied to sit under. He found one to his liking, but Jounouchi stopped him, wrinkling his nose. "Someone's been using it for a toilet." He muttered, pulling Kaiba over towards a nearby tree that didn't smell like stale urine. Kaiba followed him, looking amused.
"Eat." Jounouchi declared instead, opening up the bag he'd carried in from the cafeteria at Kaiba Corp headquarters. The food there wasn't half bad. Wasn't exactly gourmet, but wasn't slop either. They made a pretty mean pastrami on rye too.
Kaiba grumbled but took the offered roast beef sandwich. Both of them inhaled the first half of their sandwiches, taking the edge off their hunger before slowing down to a more sedate pace on the second half. Jounouchi pulled out come containers of potato salad, passing one of Kaiba and a couple of cans of tea.
A traditional Japanese obento probably would have seemed more in character for a business mogul, but Kaiba rarely had the time, or free hand, for a sit down lunch. Hence, sandwiches. Jounouchi made a point of not eating sandwiches on the weekends.
"Your sense of smell." Kaiba questioned around a bite of potato salad. "How sensitive is it? You could smell that woman's pheromones."
"Yeah." He swallowed, his throat suddenly sort of dry. "But that was a really strong odour. People smell different, depending on what they're feeling. When you're happy, you smell different from than when you're sad or angry. Some are stronger than others."
Sometimes, he'd catch Ol' Blue Eyes watching him with this odd look on his face, and there'd be this warm musky smell. Then the scent would shift to the sour acidic scent of fear, or panic, then fade completely. He kind of liked the musky smell, but it was always gone before he could pinpoint what it was.
Kaiba nodded, looking thoughtful. "Enough to track someone?"
"Not quite that good." He mock-growled. "I'm not a blood hound."
"Never thought of you as one." Kaiba replied easily.
"Hm." Jounouchi eyed him warily. "Ya didn't smell interested back at the office, if that's what you're wonderin'."
If he hadn't been looking for it, he would have missed the shift to the fear-scent, then mellowing out to his usual scent. "Her voice was annoying." Kaiba deadpanned.
"Wasn't bad on the eyes though." Jounouchi grinned. Kaiba shot him a glare which made Jounouchi chuckle. "-If I was into that type." He amended easily. No, busty business dominatrix certainly weren't what flipped his switch.
"Some people do business that way." Kaiba said, looking as uncomfortable as he got. "Sleeping with people to get what they want. I don't want Mokuba to learn to do business that way."
So therefore he didn't do it. Jounouchi nodded. Teach by example, not by 'do as I say'. "Fair enough."
"Feh." Kaiba crumpled up the sandwich wrapper, tossing it into the plastic bag before putting the lid back on his potato salad. "I'm going to close my eyes for a bit." He announced, stretching out on the grass, tucking one arm beneath his head for a pillow. Jounouchi grimaced, but they didn't have anything else to use as a pillow. Well, there was Kaiba's long duster-thing and the shirt around Jounouchi's waist, but Jounouchi couldn't take the shirt off without revealing a very furry secret and Kaiba wasn't going to be that casual in public.
"Right." Jounouchi commented, leaning against the tree. "I'll just keep watch then." It wasn't like he could just wander off, leaving the billionaire asleep in the park. He finished his food, packaged the rest of it up, then watched people for a while.
After about fifteen minutes of this, he got bored. He pulled out his cellphone and checked messages. Nothing. He checked Kaiba. Fast asleep. Right. Kaiba was out of it. He texted Yuugi, asking him if he could hang out at the park. Mainly cause he was bored. If he wanted to watch Ol' Blue Eyes sleep, he could do that at night.
He got no answer back. He was slightly worried until Yuugi showed up, smiling shyly. Jounouchi passed Yuugi the last of the potato salad, the two of them talking softly for a while, careful not to wake Kaiba up.
And them being them, lead to a game of Duel Monsters. Both loathed the idea of putting their cards on the grass, but Jounouchi didn't want to run the risk of borrowing Kaiba's briefcase and then being accused of corporate sabotage.
So Jounouchi moved to Kaiba's other side and they used Kaiba's chest as a table. It was wide enough, at least up near the shoulders, but it got a little tricky to balance the cards towards the hip. Yuugi tried to argue with him, but gave up after the first round, blushing slightly throughout the entire duel.
The blush faded around the second duel and was gone by the third. It returned in full force when Kaiba woke up at the end of the their fourth duel.
"Yo." Jounouchi grinned as blue eyes peered at them in mild confusion. "Got a security guard to pick up Mokuba."
"Who's winning?" Kaiba deadpanned.
"Tie." Yuugi admitted, hastily picking up his cards with light fingers. "Two games each."
"I still owe you, what? Seventy-four games? From before Duellist Kingdom?" Jounouchi grinned. Yuugi made a face.
"You owe me nothing." Yuugi corrected, sliding his cards back into the pouch always on his hip. Jounouchi scooped up his cards, putting them away as well.
Kaiba sat up. "Time?" He requested briskly.
"Work's over, Blue Eyes." Jounouchi smiled. "Time to go home. You've been working too hard." The last part was a slight rebuke, both Kaiba and Mokuba were working too hard over what ever this secret project of theirs was. Kaiba grunted in return. No such thing as working too hard in Kaiba's eyes.
"You're eating dinner with us, I presume?" Kaiba not so much invited but took it as a statement of fact. Yuugi glanced at Jounouchi, who nodded.
"Sure." Yuugi agreed.
Kaiba nodded, rising to his feet. Yuugi and Jounouchi quickly filed suite. "Shall we?" He asked.
Jounouchi grinned, slinging an arm around both of his friend's shoulders', grinning brightly. "Sure."
Yuugi grinned. Kaiba raised an eyebrow, but didn't pull away. Yuugi laughed. Kaiba sighed.
"Let's go." Jounouchi pulled them along. "Dinner awaits!"
"... You put up with this for -how- long?" Kaiba deadpanned at Yuugi.
"You get used to it." Yuugi assured him. "But it is our fault. You feed him once and he just keeps coming back for more."
"Hey!"
"Indeed."
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Porn-ish omake for Wren on f-list. Sorry guys, not really interested in getting a rep for writing lemons. ^^;;
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Date: 2006-04-11 04:56 pm (UTC)Jounouchi pulled out come containers of potato salad,
your Freudian slip is showing. :P
And another typo,
Yuugi and Jounouchi quickly filed suite.
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Date: 2006-04-11 10:35 pm (UTC)-sigh- you're so good at the realism of these relationships and how people so often dance around forever before they actually realize they both want the same thing. and i'm glad you aren't an author who always jumps in and writes lemons all the time, 'cause it's all the other stuff that matters most...and besides, fluff makes me melt. :)
anyhow. love it, as usual!
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Date: 2006-04-12 05:42 pm (UTC)Wait, don't answer that... >_>.....
This is one of the bits that really makes me wish I had ANY drawing talent, because that scene with Jou and Yuugi playing Duel Monsters on Kaiba's chest in the park is now burned into my poor, pathetic brain-cells for life. **sputters** Beautiful! Good thing he didn't decide to roll over in his sleep, though...
Yuugi: "Errr, Kaiba-kun? When you moved, you sort of scattered our cards, and I'm missing one--" **turns bright red**
Kaiba: ".....Nobody is getting anything back until someone tells me WHY there is a Dark Magician down my pants."
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Date: 2006-04-13 06:46 am (UTC)*glomps Ysabet while snickering* Yes! Both the original "using Kaiba as a table" and your omake need someone to sketch them!
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Date: 2006-04-13 06:54 am (UTC)Although teasing you is fun and possibly one of my national passtimes, you have absolutely no need to gain a rep for writing lemons; you've the rare talent for writing Believable interaction among all sorts (friends, enemies, crushes, ETC) that is the envy of us all.
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Date: 2006-04-16 05:02 am (UTC)So yes, this really does happen. What can I say-- I'm a really heavy sleeper.