[fic] YGO: Guard Dog Con't
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ickaimp*pokes at TGZ*
*TGZ whistles innocently*
Dammit, guys. You cannot wait until we see the 10th movie before coming out to play again! >_O
... and no, Kaito. You cannot be my favourite Yuri girl. Saguru, stop checking his pants. Yes, it's still there, I don't care what Kaito implies.
And in other news,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ysabet wrote 'Skin Deep (Oyake Ni Hadaka)' a Guard Dog AU fic, based off of her birthday pic. *gloat gloat* XD XD XD
Continuing from here. Once again, thanks to the Prats and Evil Influences for letting me bounce stuff off of them.
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"Yo, Kaiba." Jounouchi stuck his head into the businessman's office. It was the end of the work day and time to go home. Kaiba held up a hand, signalling for silence, his other hand cradling the phone to his ear. Jounouchi did a double take, realising that Ol' Blue Eyes was actually -smiling-.
And it wasn't a creepy 'gonna rip to shreds and turn you into fodder for dragons' smile either. Ol' Blue Eyes seemed to be enjoying himself.
Feeling much like he was stepping into some strange alternate reality, he stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
At least Ol' Blue Eyes didn't seem to be irritated anymore. Jounouchi had been worried about the strange silence he'd been getting since Kaiba found out what he, Noa and Mokuba had been up to while Kaiba had been asleep in bed.
It was Mokuba's idea really, Jounouchi just had been a bit player. Once he'd been satisfied that Ol' Blue Eyes' fever had broke and Kaiba wasn't going to turn into some sort of scaly armoury monster, Mokuba had dragged Jounouchi to the offices and set him loose among the staff.
Kaiba had passed on to Mokuba about Jounouchi's enhanced olfactory system, so he'd wandered around with a couple of security guards looking for anyone who smelled sick. Security escorted those that Jounouchi picked out to the a makeshift sick room, where Mokuba had some doctors and nurses set up to look people over. Once everyone had been check out and the necessary prescriptions written, 'Kaiba Seto', actually Noa's changed image with Mokuba providing the words, informed them all that they were being sent home with a full days pay, and they were not to come back until they were healthy. Kaiba's limos, he had three of them one for himself, one for Mokuba and one for guests, were then used as a taxi service, the cars stocked with hot tea and orange juice.
It caused quite a panic among staff, especially since Mokuba had asked him -not- to say what was going on. They couldn't exactly explain how Jounouchi 'just knew' who was sick and Kaiba's security staff -looked- intimidating. Even if half of them were addicted to Hello Kitty.
Kaiba had been less than thrilled to discover the usurpation in power, even after Mokuba had explained that the long term benefits --sick employees weren't productive and created more sick employees-- out weighted the short term benefits. And a lot of the employees were salary anyway, so it wasn't like the clocked hours mattered much. The employees who would out sick would come back refreshed and willing to work harder.
This still didn't mean that Kaiba hadn't been giving him dark looks for the past two days.
"I'm glad you enjoy the flowers..." Kaiba was saying. "I thought the Iris suited you better than roses. And they match your eyes."
Jounouchi paused. Flowers? Kaiba?! Eyes?!
What. The. Frack?
He sat down on one of Kaiba's uncomfortable guest chairs, then quickly stood up again as he sat on his tail causing a sharp pain to rise up his lower back. Glaring at the evil chairs, he perched on the edge of the desk instead.
"Yes. Yes." Kaiba nodded, still smiling. "I'll see you tonight... Seven. The limo will pick you up at your hotel. Right. See you then."
Kaiba hung up the phone, looking both amused and pleased. "I knew sending the dress would work." He grinned to himself, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"So... uh... ya got a date?" Jounouchi ventured.
"Yes." Kaiba agreed, picking up files and sticking them in his brief case. "With a most beautiful and charming lady tonight."
"...Oh."
Kaiba.
Dating.
Jounouchi's stomach twisted and he wasn't sure if he -hadn't- just wandered to a different dimension. Dimensional travel always left him feeling queasy.
Kaiba was probably going out with someone smart, rich and perfect, who belonged in that sort of high class world. Someone who knew all the right things to say. Someone Stylish. Someone Beautiful. Someone Female.
... someone who wasn't a genetic reject.
"Jounouchi?" Kaiba was already at the door. "You coming?"
"Yeah." He shook off the strange thoughts and hopped off the desk, shoving his hands into his pockets as he caught up with Kaiba. "Sorry. Was spacing out."
Kaiba grunted in return, motioning for him to hurry up. Jounouchi did so, falling into step with the business man like he usually did. Jounouchi waved good night to the secretary, then followed Kaiba into the elevator, pressing the button for the parking level, where Mokuba and the limo were waiting.
"Do you mind making sure Mokuba gets to bed somewhat on time tonight?" Kaiba asked as they rode the elevator down.
"Sure." Jounouchi nodded. "No problem." Yup. Just an ordinary night in the life of Jounouchi Katsuya, body guard and baby sitter extraordinaire.
...Really.
He was still feeling queasy when the elevator doors opened again.
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The building was quiet when Seto finally arrived at his house. It was expected, it was later than he'd anticipated returning, but the silence always seemed to have a sinister edge to it, the ghosts of the past still haunting. It wasn't as noticeable during the day, or when Mokuba and Jounouchi were running around, but the night time seemed to amplify it.
The first thing he did, after undoing the bow-tie around his neck which always seemed to choke him in a way that the tightest turtleneck never seemed to, was check on Mokuba.
His brother was sleeping soundly, sprawled out across the bed, one foot sticking out of the covers. His hair was pooled out over the pillow in a messy braid, something Kujaku had suggested to make it easier to brush out in the mornings. Noa was curled up into a ball, floating above the bed like a deranged night-light. Seto still had mixed feelings about the biological son of Gozaburou sharing a room with his little brother despite assurances from multiple people, but it made Mokuba happy so he held his tongue.
Seto removed the vindictive tie all together and unbuttoned the shirt cuffs as he approached his bedroom. He paused outside the door, then slowly opened it, peering inside, much the same as he had when he'd checked on Mokuba.
Jounouchi was curled up on the bed, fast asleep, one bare shoulder highlighted by the light from the window. Seto breathed a silent sigh of... something to himself and slipped inside, closing the door behind him. He walked over to the bed, watching the steady in-out of the blond's breathing.
It was... reassuring to find Jounouchi here. Usually either Seto went to bed first or they both climbed into bed at the same time, so he wasn't sure if the blond would sleep in his own room tonight. He leaned over, fingertips brushing the golden fringe that covered Jounouchi's face, a liberty he would not have taken if the blond hadn't been asleep.
Jounouchi shifted, one ear twitching as his eyes opened slightly. "Hey." The blond said by way of sleepy greeting.
"Hey, yourself." Seto straightened up, regretfully removing his hand. "I just got back."
"Welcome Home." Jounouchi yawned, a sliver of tongue sliding out of his mouth.
What a strange comment. Mokuba usually said 'Welcome Back', the mansion was where they lived was just that, where they lived. They hadn't had a home since their parents died. Although he had noticed how much he liked returning here lately. The place wasn't quite as... dark as it has had in the past.
He paused, watching as the blond fell back to sleep, his breathing dropping off almost immediately. It struck him as sort of odd, Jounouchi curled up on -top- of the duvet with only a blanket covering him. Certainly it had been that way since the blond had started sleeping on the bed, but... it felt strange. He nudged the blond. "Oi. Get under the blankets."
"Nggh?" Jounouchi raised his head from the pillow to look at him, eyes only open part way. "Huh?"
Seto tugged on the duvet the blond was sleeping on. "Get under the duvet, Katsuya."
The blond looked at him strangely for a moment, then obeyed, gracelessly climbing under the thick blue duvet and stretching out. He was apparently fast sleep the moment his head hit the pillow again. Seto chuckled to himself, pulling the duvet up to cover Jounouchi's shoulders. "I'm going to take a shower." He informed Jounouchi. "Wash this party off. I'll be back shortly."
Jounouchi made a muttered comment back, which could have been anything from 'okay, see you then' to 'rot in hell, ya bastard'.
Seto smiled back, just slightly. Something about Jounouchi -in- his bed as opposed to -on- his bed felt... better. Less of a question of where Jounouchi belonged. Besides, only pets slept on top of the covers. People slept under them.
He collected his pyjamas off of 'his' side of the bed, tossed the tie and the jacket over the computer chair and stalked into the bathroom. The bathroom lights blinded him momentarily when he turned them on, but his eyes quickly adjusted and he set the pyjamas on the counter. He usually showered after sparring in the morning, but he wanted the stale stench of perfume, cigar smoke and alcohol -off- of him.
He took a brisk shower, focusing on getting clean as fast as possible, dried off and got into his pyjamas. He debated a moment before putting on the black bracer that covered the silver skin on his arm, then decided to leave it off. If Jounouchi could look at himself in the mirror every day, Seto could do no less.
The change from light to dark caused him to falter slightly, until he heard a shift from the bed and one of the lamps on the night stand turned on, Jounouchi's arm reaching out from under the covers. The blond was sprawled out over half the bed. It was a trick Mokuba could do and a calculation he'd never been able to figure out, why the smaller the person was, the more room they took up when they slept.
"Thanks." He made his way over to his side of the bed and slid under the duvet. Jounouchi shifted his limbs, making room for him. Where the blond had been was warm, the rest of the cotton sheets were cool.
"Welcome." Jounouchi mumbled. "Y'have fun?"
"It was... better than anticipated." Seto smiled slightly. "Kujaku sends her greetings."
He was glad that Jounouchi had left the light on, so he could see the blond's wide eyed startled expression as Jounouchi half sat up, moving the duvet as he did so. "Mai?!"
"Yes." Seto rested his hands on his chest, placing a serene expression on his face. "I rarely mix business with pleasure, but she was my 'date' for this evening's Charity Soirée. In addition to being a highly entertaining companion, she finally agreed to be a guest lecturer at the Duellist School when it starts up."
"Eh? Whaddya mean 'finally'?" Jounouchi asked, propping himself up on an arm.
"I've been 'courting' Kujaku-san for months to work for me." Seto was still smug about her agreeing. There was something about the thrill of the chase, the sweetness of victory. Although he'd been hoping to have her work for him full time, not just occasionally. But Kujaku was a wanderer and he couldn't fault her for wanting the time to travel. This would just put a little extra cash in her pocket to do so. "She also makes a pleasant dinner companion, one of the few women I've met who actually has a brain under that mane of hair that understands the nuances of Duelling."
Jounouchi chuckled. "Yeah, that she does. How's she doin'?"
"Cheerful, as far as I could tell." Seto smirked. "The topic of conversation generally revolved around Duelling or you." The two things that they had had in common.
"Eh?" Jounouchi looked at him with wide eyes, then blushed slightly.
"So is it true that your sister helped convince you that Kujaku had died at the end of Battle City?"
"She told you about that?!" Jounouchi looked irate. "Mai! I'm gonna strangle her the next time I see her!"
Seto chuckled. That had been the lead in to the story as well, Kujaku commenting Jounouchi would kill her for telling Seto the story. Jounouchi stopped his growling to stare at him, brown eyes wide in surprise. The shock melted into a small amused smile that made Seto feel self-concious. Was it really so strange to see him laugh?
Jounouchi rested his head back on his pillow, still smiling. "So you did have fun."
"Reasonably." Seto granted. "The next time she is in town, I may invite her to another one of these functions. It is a rather pleasant novelty to have someone interested in my social connections rather than my business or personal ones. I believe she was trying to sound out how you might react to her asking your sister out on a date."
What ever reaction Seto had been expecting from Jounouchi, a wide-eyed stare followed by burrowing his face in the pillow to muffle shouts of laughter was not it. A tension in the blond's shoulders seemed to dissipate as he did so.
".... Jounouchi?" Seto raised an eyebrow. "Katsuya? Has the rest of your flea-bitten mind rotted away?"
"No... no..." Jounouchi raised his head out of the pillow, brushing against Seto's arm where the silver amour turned back into flesh as he did so. The blond grinned sheepishly, eyes bright with suppressed amusement. "Just... If you see her before I do, tell her that she has my blessing."
"Will do." Seto agreed. "Are you feeling well?"
"Just fine." Jounouchi assured him, a broad grin on his face. "So... anythin' exciting happen?"
"Other than a rousing game of comparing business moguls to various Duel Monsters, not really." It was an old game he used to play with Mokuba and had been quietly surprised to discover that they were not the only ones to come up with the game.
Jounouchi chuckled, laying his head back down and sprawling out again. The blond's leg brushed against Seto's and he had to repress the urge to shift his leg away. He'd forgotten that Jounouchi had a habit of moving a lot in his sleep, and with him sleeping under the blankets instead of on top of them, there was not longer that barrier between them.
The thought was metaphorical as it was literal.
"Lights out?" Jounouchi questioned.
"Yes." Seto nodded. "The morning schedule is clear, so there is no reason to rise at the usual time." A chance to sleep in was rare and not to be wasted, even for sparring practise.
"Speak for yourself." Jounouchi yawned, reaching out and turning off the light. The darkness seemed to close in around them like a gentle blanket. "I still hafta get Mokuba up and to school."
"You will probably have time for a nap before I wake up." Seto assured him, closing his eyes. "Good night, Katsuya."
"G'night." Jounouchi wiggled slightly, getting comfortable, then appeared to relax and drift off. "Pleasant dreams... Seto."
"You too."
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Whooo-hooo! We have one more scene in progress, then we get to post a boatload of Guard Dog and be done for a while. ^____^
*TGZ whistles innocently*
Dammit, guys. You cannot wait until we see the 10th movie before coming out to play again! >_O
... and no, Kaito. You cannot be my favourite Yuri girl. Saguru, stop checking his pants. Yes, it's still there, I don't care what Kaito implies.
And in other news,
ysabet wrote 'Skin Deep (Oyake Ni Hadaka)' a Guard Dog AU fic, based off of her birthday pic. *gloat gloat* XD XD XDContinuing from here. Once again, thanks to the Prats and Evil Influences for letting me bounce stuff off of them.
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"Yo, Kaiba." Jounouchi stuck his head into the businessman's office. It was the end of the work day and time to go home. Kaiba held up a hand, signalling for silence, his other hand cradling the phone to his ear. Jounouchi did a double take, realising that Ol' Blue Eyes was actually -smiling-.
And it wasn't a creepy 'gonna rip to shreds and turn you into fodder for dragons' smile either. Ol' Blue Eyes seemed to be enjoying himself.
Feeling much like he was stepping into some strange alternate reality, he stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
At least Ol' Blue Eyes didn't seem to be irritated anymore. Jounouchi had been worried about the strange silence he'd been getting since Kaiba found out what he, Noa and Mokuba had been up to while Kaiba had been asleep in bed.
It was Mokuba's idea really, Jounouchi just had been a bit player. Once he'd been satisfied that Ol' Blue Eyes' fever had broke and Kaiba wasn't going to turn into some sort of scaly armoury monster, Mokuba had dragged Jounouchi to the offices and set him loose among the staff.
Kaiba had passed on to Mokuba about Jounouchi's enhanced olfactory system, so he'd wandered around with a couple of security guards looking for anyone who smelled sick. Security escorted those that Jounouchi picked out to the a makeshift sick room, where Mokuba had some doctors and nurses set up to look people over. Once everyone had been check out and the necessary prescriptions written, 'Kaiba Seto', actually Noa's changed image with Mokuba providing the words, informed them all that they were being sent home with a full days pay, and they were not to come back until they were healthy. Kaiba's limos, he had three of them one for himself, one for Mokuba and one for guests, were then used as a taxi service, the cars stocked with hot tea and orange juice.
It caused quite a panic among staff, especially since Mokuba had asked him -not- to say what was going on. They couldn't exactly explain how Jounouchi 'just knew' who was sick and Kaiba's security staff -looked- intimidating. Even if half of them were addicted to Hello Kitty.
Kaiba had been less than thrilled to discover the usurpation in power, even after Mokuba had explained that the long term benefits --sick employees weren't productive and created more sick employees-- out weighted the short term benefits. And a lot of the employees were salary anyway, so it wasn't like the clocked hours mattered much. The employees who would out sick would come back refreshed and willing to work harder.
This still didn't mean that Kaiba hadn't been giving him dark looks for the past two days.
"I'm glad you enjoy the flowers..." Kaiba was saying. "I thought the Iris suited you better than roses. And they match your eyes."
Jounouchi paused. Flowers? Kaiba?! Eyes?!
What. The. Frack?
He sat down on one of Kaiba's uncomfortable guest chairs, then quickly stood up again as he sat on his tail causing a sharp pain to rise up his lower back. Glaring at the evil chairs, he perched on the edge of the desk instead.
"Yes. Yes." Kaiba nodded, still smiling. "I'll see you tonight... Seven. The limo will pick you up at your hotel. Right. See you then."
Kaiba hung up the phone, looking both amused and pleased. "I knew sending the dress would work." He grinned to himself, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"So... uh... ya got a date?" Jounouchi ventured.
"Yes." Kaiba agreed, picking up files and sticking them in his brief case. "With a most beautiful and charming lady tonight."
"...Oh."
Kaiba.
Dating.
Jounouchi's stomach twisted and he wasn't sure if he -hadn't- just wandered to a different dimension. Dimensional travel always left him feeling queasy.
Kaiba was probably going out with someone smart, rich and perfect, who belonged in that sort of high class world. Someone who knew all the right things to say. Someone Stylish. Someone Beautiful. Someone Female.
... someone who wasn't a genetic reject.
"Jounouchi?" Kaiba was already at the door. "You coming?"
"Yeah." He shook off the strange thoughts and hopped off the desk, shoving his hands into his pockets as he caught up with Kaiba. "Sorry. Was spacing out."
Kaiba grunted in return, motioning for him to hurry up. Jounouchi did so, falling into step with the business man like he usually did. Jounouchi waved good night to the secretary, then followed Kaiba into the elevator, pressing the button for the parking level, where Mokuba and the limo were waiting.
"Do you mind making sure Mokuba gets to bed somewhat on time tonight?" Kaiba asked as they rode the elevator down.
"Sure." Jounouchi nodded. "No problem." Yup. Just an ordinary night in the life of Jounouchi Katsuya, body guard and baby sitter extraordinaire.
...Really.
He was still feeling queasy when the elevator doors opened again.
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The building was quiet when Seto finally arrived at his house. It was expected, it was later than he'd anticipated returning, but the silence always seemed to have a sinister edge to it, the ghosts of the past still haunting. It wasn't as noticeable during the day, or when Mokuba and Jounouchi were running around, but the night time seemed to amplify it.
The first thing he did, after undoing the bow-tie around his neck which always seemed to choke him in a way that the tightest turtleneck never seemed to, was check on Mokuba.
His brother was sleeping soundly, sprawled out across the bed, one foot sticking out of the covers. His hair was pooled out over the pillow in a messy braid, something Kujaku had suggested to make it easier to brush out in the mornings. Noa was curled up into a ball, floating above the bed like a deranged night-light. Seto still had mixed feelings about the biological son of Gozaburou sharing a room with his little brother despite assurances from multiple people, but it made Mokuba happy so he held his tongue.
Seto removed the vindictive tie all together and unbuttoned the shirt cuffs as he approached his bedroom. He paused outside the door, then slowly opened it, peering inside, much the same as he had when he'd checked on Mokuba.
Jounouchi was curled up on the bed, fast asleep, one bare shoulder highlighted by the light from the window. Seto breathed a silent sigh of... something to himself and slipped inside, closing the door behind him. He walked over to the bed, watching the steady in-out of the blond's breathing.
It was... reassuring to find Jounouchi here. Usually either Seto went to bed first or they both climbed into bed at the same time, so he wasn't sure if the blond would sleep in his own room tonight. He leaned over, fingertips brushing the golden fringe that covered Jounouchi's face, a liberty he would not have taken if the blond hadn't been asleep.
Jounouchi shifted, one ear twitching as his eyes opened slightly. "Hey." The blond said by way of sleepy greeting.
"Hey, yourself." Seto straightened up, regretfully removing his hand. "I just got back."
"Welcome Home." Jounouchi yawned, a sliver of tongue sliding out of his mouth.
What a strange comment. Mokuba usually said 'Welcome Back', the mansion was where they lived was just that, where they lived. They hadn't had a home since their parents died. Although he had noticed how much he liked returning here lately. The place wasn't quite as... dark as it has had in the past.
He paused, watching as the blond fell back to sleep, his breathing dropping off almost immediately. It struck him as sort of odd, Jounouchi curled up on -top- of the duvet with only a blanket covering him. Certainly it had been that way since the blond had started sleeping on the bed, but... it felt strange. He nudged the blond. "Oi. Get under the blankets."
"Nggh?" Jounouchi raised his head from the pillow to look at him, eyes only open part way. "Huh?"
Seto tugged on the duvet the blond was sleeping on. "Get under the duvet, Katsuya."
The blond looked at him strangely for a moment, then obeyed, gracelessly climbing under the thick blue duvet and stretching out. He was apparently fast sleep the moment his head hit the pillow again. Seto chuckled to himself, pulling the duvet up to cover Jounouchi's shoulders. "I'm going to take a shower." He informed Jounouchi. "Wash this party off. I'll be back shortly."
Jounouchi made a muttered comment back, which could have been anything from 'okay, see you then' to 'rot in hell, ya bastard'.
Seto smiled back, just slightly. Something about Jounouchi -in- his bed as opposed to -on- his bed felt... better. Less of a question of where Jounouchi belonged. Besides, only pets slept on top of the covers. People slept under them.
He collected his pyjamas off of 'his' side of the bed, tossed the tie and the jacket over the computer chair and stalked into the bathroom. The bathroom lights blinded him momentarily when he turned them on, but his eyes quickly adjusted and he set the pyjamas on the counter. He usually showered after sparring in the morning, but he wanted the stale stench of perfume, cigar smoke and alcohol -off- of him.
He took a brisk shower, focusing on getting clean as fast as possible, dried off and got into his pyjamas. He debated a moment before putting on the black bracer that covered the silver skin on his arm, then decided to leave it off. If Jounouchi could look at himself in the mirror every day, Seto could do no less.
The change from light to dark caused him to falter slightly, until he heard a shift from the bed and one of the lamps on the night stand turned on, Jounouchi's arm reaching out from under the covers. The blond was sprawled out over half the bed. It was a trick Mokuba could do and a calculation he'd never been able to figure out, why the smaller the person was, the more room they took up when they slept.
"Thanks." He made his way over to his side of the bed and slid under the duvet. Jounouchi shifted his limbs, making room for him. Where the blond had been was warm, the rest of the cotton sheets were cool.
"Welcome." Jounouchi mumbled. "Y'have fun?"
"It was... better than anticipated." Seto smiled slightly. "Kujaku sends her greetings."
He was glad that Jounouchi had left the light on, so he could see the blond's wide eyed startled expression as Jounouchi half sat up, moving the duvet as he did so. "Mai?!"
"Yes." Seto rested his hands on his chest, placing a serene expression on his face. "I rarely mix business with pleasure, but she was my 'date' for this evening's Charity Soirée. In addition to being a highly entertaining companion, she finally agreed to be a guest lecturer at the Duellist School when it starts up."
"Eh? Whaddya mean 'finally'?" Jounouchi asked, propping himself up on an arm.
"I've been 'courting' Kujaku-san for months to work for me." Seto was still smug about her agreeing. There was something about the thrill of the chase, the sweetness of victory. Although he'd been hoping to have her work for him full time, not just occasionally. But Kujaku was a wanderer and he couldn't fault her for wanting the time to travel. This would just put a little extra cash in her pocket to do so. "She also makes a pleasant dinner companion, one of the few women I've met who actually has a brain under that mane of hair that understands the nuances of Duelling."
Jounouchi chuckled. "Yeah, that she does. How's she doin'?"
"Cheerful, as far as I could tell." Seto smirked. "The topic of conversation generally revolved around Duelling or you." The two things that they had had in common.
"Eh?" Jounouchi looked at him with wide eyes, then blushed slightly.
"So is it true that your sister helped convince you that Kujaku had died at the end of Battle City?"
"She told you about that?!" Jounouchi looked irate. "Mai! I'm gonna strangle her the next time I see her!"
Seto chuckled. That had been the lead in to the story as well, Kujaku commenting Jounouchi would kill her for telling Seto the story. Jounouchi stopped his growling to stare at him, brown eyes wide in surprise. The shock melted into a small amused smile that made Seto feel self-concious. Was it really so strange to see him laugh?
Jounouchi rested his head back on his pillow, still smiling. "So you did have fun."
"Reasonably." Seto granted. "The next time she is in town, I may invite her to another one of these functions. It is a rather pleasant novelty to have someone interested in my social connections rather than my business or personal ones. I believe she was trying to sound out how you might react to her asking your sister out on a date."
What ever reaction Seto had been expecting from Jounouchi, a wide-eyed stare followed by burrowing his face in the pillow to muffle shouts of laughter was not it. A tension in the blond's shoulders seemed to dissipate as he did so.
".... Jounouchi?" Seto raised an eyebrow. "Katsuya? Has the rest of your flea-bitten mind rotted away?"
"No... no..." Jounouchi raised his head out of the pillow, brushing against Seto's arm where the silver amour turned back into flesh as he did so. The blond grinned sheepishly, eyes bright with suppressed amusement. "Just... If you see her before I do, tell her that she has my blessing."
"Will do." Seto agreed. "Are you feeling well?"
"Just fine." Jounouchi assured him, a broad grin on his face. "So... anythin' exciting happen?"
"Other than a rousing game of comparing business moguls to various Duel Monsters, not really." It was an old game he used to play with Mokuba and had been quietly surprised to discover that they were not the only ones to come up with the game.
Jounouchi chuckled, laying his head back down and sprawling out again. The blond's leg brushed against Seto's and he had to repress the urge to shift his leg away. He'd forgotten that Jounouchi had a habit of moving a lot in his sleep, and with him sleeping under the blankets instead of on top of them, there was not longer that barrier between them.
The thought was metaphorical as it was literal.
"Lights out?" Jounouchi questioned.
"Yes." Seto nodded. "The morning schedule is clear, so there is no reason to rise at the usual time." A chance to sleep in was rare and not to be wasted, even for sparring practise.
"Speak for yourself." Jounouchi yawned, reaching out and turning off the light. The darkness seemed to close in around them like a gentle blanket. "I still hafta get Mokuba up and to school."
"You will probably have time for a nap before I wake up." Seto assured him, closing his eyes. "Good night, Katsuya."
"G'night." Jounouchi wiggled slightly, getting comfortable, then appeared to relax and drift off. "Pleasant dreams... Seto."
"You too."
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Whooo-hooo! We have one more scene in progress, then we get to post a boatload of Guard Dog and be done for a while. ^____^
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Date: 2006-06-01 03:31 pm (UTC)I was thinking the other day and I remembered, vaguely, a conversation about PYP vs PWP. And then I was like, "What PYP?" And then it hit me!
So, I must ask: what's the status of PYP?
the icon is towards myself, not you
Date: 2006-06-02 06:29 am (UTC)PYP - Price You Pay
Currently all DC/MK fics are on hold. *sighs* *beats head against desk* Not on purpose.
I think plunnies are waiting for the translations for the Detective Koushien Case to come out, so we know what's going on with Heiji and Saguru.
Gotta know canon before we can tweak it. ^^;;
But PYP has not been forgotten, neither has TGZ. #^^#
Re: the icon is towards myself, not you
Date: 2006-06-02 06:37 am (UTC)Will there be a PWP scene in PYP, 'cos I totally dig the anime pr0n omg.I know how you feel; I went through a year where I didn't write any original fiction. It was very bizarre, but there just wasn't any inspiration. I just couldn't think of anything to write that wasn't fanfiction of some sort. *shrug* So I didn't. I refined my essay-writing skills instead, I guess.
*huggle...just 'cos*
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Date: 2006-06-02 02:35 am (UTC)thank you~!! ^^
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Date: 2006-06-02 06:39 am (UTC)Glad you're enjoying it!
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