[fic] YGO: Guard Dog Con't again
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ickaimpJust a note to people on MSN. Usually we're quite free, happy and willing to talk to people. Reguardless if we know you personally or not.
However, if the little tag is up that says 'Busy', it means that there's generally five other things going on (including fic) and we have very little brain power to spare.
If it says 'Away', guess what? Ye-ah.
And if it says 'Out to Lunch', it means I'm in the shower cause they don't have a tag for that. ^^;;
Happy Shortest Day!! It's cold, it's wet, it's gray and it's raining. *curls up by the heater* The puddles are frozen over.
Also, Happy Birthday Kaito and Gosho!
... no love for you today. Sorry. Will try for love tomorrow.
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Seto wondered if he was loosing his touch. With Mokuba's help, he had been able to take over Kaiba Corp in just under a year. And while he was loathed to return to his old tricks of threats, bribes, blackmail and the possibility of murder, it was getting damn tempting.
It was probably because it was so close, he was only a little way away from holding half of Industrial Illusions stocks. Unfortunately, it appeared that Tenma had clued in and suddenly there were no stocks to be gained without drawing undo attention to himself.
... Murder, blackmail, bribes and threats were starting to look good. And as a bonus, murder would ensure wiping that smug grin off of Tenma's face once and for all. That would be a pleasant change.
Seto shook his head. He had other projects to focus on. The new KaibaLands were doing fairly well, but might need some promotional help later. The School was still on schedule, but that could always change at any time. Gas prices for the Airline were enough to make him want to scream. The new VR game was doing well as well, he should probably talk to Mokuba soon about advancements or additions to it.
A knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts. "Oi, Kaiba." Jounouchi's blond head appeared in the door way. "It's late, time to go. Mokuba's already in the limo in the garage waiting for ya."
"Ah. Yes." Seto nodded, automatically picking up the paperwork he was working on and shuffling what would go home with him tonight and what could stay.
"Hey." He glanced up and was startled to find Jounouchi leaning over him, a worried look on his face. "You keep your face like that and it'll stay that way." The blond reached out, resting a hand on Seto's head, running his thumb across Seto's forehead, smoothing out the wrinkles there.
"Could be worse." He snarked back to cover his surprise, ignoring how his skin seemed to tingle slightly where the blond touched him. Jounouchi's ability to reach out and touch people never ceased to surprise him. "It could freeze like yours."
Jounouchi made a face, messing up Seto's hair before removing his hand. "Jerk." The word was almost affectionate, lacking any true rancour.
Seto gave him a smirk in return, placing his laptop in his briefcase and closing it with a bit of a vindictive snap and rising. "Ready?"
"Yeah." Jounouchi stepped back a few steps to give Seto room to stand up. "Seriously though, anything I can do to help?"
"Your concern is appreciated, but there is nothing you can do at the moment." Seto sighed. This was one thing that kicking people in the head and shouting at them was not going to be any help with. Pity, that.
"Yeah, but..." Jounouchi jogged a few steps to open the door for Seto, then followed afterwards. The doors locked behind them. "You're tryin' ta take over Industrial Illusions, right?"
"How-?" Seto stared at the blond who was moving towards the elevators. It was late, no one else was in the office, a fact he was privately thankful for.
Jounouchi chuckled. "C'mon, Kaiba. Just cause I look stupid doesn't mean I am. Realised a while back that ya were probably gonna sooner or later, them ownin' the cards and all. After Mokuba told me about you taking over KaibaCorp, I started buyin' shares in them. I own..." He scratched his head, looking confused for someone who was making an extraordinary amount of sense. "... Well, my goal was about two percent. But it may be more or less than that, what ever interest I get rolls over to buy more stock in the company and I kinda lost count."
Seto stared at him. "You..."
"Bodyguards get paid a couple hundred thousand yen a day. And since room, food, clothing and travel expenses are all taken care of, don't got much to spend it on." The blond grinned, looking slightly embarrassed. "All my old debts are paid off, so I asked Noa ta help me invest it, since that was what he was trained for that sorta stuff. Y'know, for the future and all. Just in case."
"... So you you became a shareholder in Industrial Illusions." Seto repeated, the implications starting to sink in.
"Yup." Jounouchi agreed, stepping just inside the elevator.
Seto followed him, stopping in the doorway. "Would you sell those shares to me?" He demanded. Two percent, give or take, would be enough to make him the majority stock holder.
"Nope." Jounouchi said easily, meeting his gaze with a mischievous gleam in his eye that was more familiar in a duelling arena when the blond had a trick up his sleeve. "But I'll trade ya them for an equal percentage in Kaiba Corp."
Industrial Illusions may have owned the rights to the cards, but Kaiba Corp was bigger and a larger variety of interests. A percentage of stocks in Kaiba Corp was worth a hell of a lot more money than the same percentage in Industrial Illusions, Jounouchi stood to make quite a bit of profit from the exchange.
-It was nice to know that the blond's time at Kaiba Corp hadn't been wasted.
Seto could probably talk the price down, or even persuade Jounouchi to give him the stocks for free. On the other hand, it would be an unexpected change to have a Kaiba Corp shareholder that he trusted to guard his back and actually understood what they were trying to accomplish.
Two percent could make all the difference, after all.
"Deal." He said bluntly. Jounouchi's face lit up with a huge grin as he held his hand out. Seto shook it without hesitation. He had to draw up the papers and have Jounouchi sign them, have the deal processed and then...
And then Industrial Illusions was his.
"Katsuya, I could kiss you." Seto announced fervently. He did so, then turned and marched back to his office his mind buzzing with possibilities and plans for Kaiba Corp once Industrial Illusions and the card rights were under his control.
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Can't think. Can't move. Can't think. Can't move. Can't think. The world is sinking. Can't move. Can't think. Can't move. Can't think. Can't move. Can't...
"Jounouchi?" He was startled out of his thoughts by Mokuba's worried voice. He looked up from where he'd curled up a corner of the elevator after Kaiba had kissed him.
Kissed -him-.
Can't move. Can't think. Can't move. Can't think...
He could smell gasoline, exhaust fumes and the burned rubber smell that accompanied the underground garage. So the sinking feeling had been the elevator coming down to the basement levels instead of just his stomach falling out.
"Hey, Mokuba." He gave the teenager a smile that felt weak, even to him. "What's up?"
Mokuba crouched down in front of him, resting a hand Jounouchi's forehead, putting his other hand on his own forehead, checking for temperature. "No fever..."
"I'm fine." He waved it off, dislodging Mokuba's hand with a jerk.
He got a suspicious look in return. "You're curled up in a ball in the corner of the elevator." Mokuba pointed out all to reasonably. "That's NOT fine."
"... It's not life threatening?" He tried instead. At least not until Ol' Blue Eyes figured out that he'd just kissed the Mutt, in which case his life was over as he knew it. He rested his head on his knees again. At least Kaiba seemed to have been running on automatic pilot, maybe he wouldn't remember at all and they could skip the whole disgusted thing. The elevators doors shut, blocking out the scents of the garage.
"Jounouchi?" Mokuba tried again, resting a hand on Jounouchi's arm. Jounouchi flinched at the contact and Mokuba pulled his hand away with a despondent sound. Too much, too much, too much...
"Sorry." Jounouchi whispered, feeling bad. It had taken ages for Mokuba to feel comfortable enough to reach out and offer physical contact without being given it first. And here he was, refusing it. "You're brother's fine, he's just a little caught up in paperwork at the moment. He'll prolly be down in a little while."
Hopefully enough time for him to pull himself back together again. And regain the ability to walk again, cause if he tried now there'd be problems.
"I'm not worried about 'Niisama at the moment." Mokuba said, his voice taking on a stern edge. "I'm currently worried about you. What Did My Brother Do?"
"What makes you think-"
"Jounouchi!" Mokuba snapped and damn if he didn't sound like a pissed off Kaiba.
Jounouchi beat his head against his arms a few times, not willing to look up to beat it against the harder surface of the wall. "He kissed me, okay? It's nothing, don't worry about it."
It wasn't even a very good kiss at that. On a scale of one to ten it was barely a three, just because their teeth didn't clack together. Just a quick press of lips before Kaiba had walked off. But it was enough to remind him that Kaiba smelled -fucking- good and his little head had tried to do the thinking from there. Which was why he was currently not moving and trying will his little problem away.
Mokuba made a surprised noise. "He did?"
"Yes."
"'Niisama kissed you?!"
"Yes." They'd already established this fact, thank you. Could they move on from it? He'd really rather not think about it at the moment. Unsexy thoughts. He needed to find some unsexy thoughts. Ghost Kotsuzuka in a string bikini. Esper Roba in a tutu. The Meikyu Brothers in hot pants.
"You don't find 'Niisama attractive?" Mokuba asked, sounding perplexed.
A laugh bubbled up in Jounouchi's throat, harsh and grating. "That's -not- a problem, Mokuba." Quite the opposite. He'd like to find out what the back of Kaiba's knee tasted like, lick the curve at the small of his back and nibble on Kaiba's long neck like it was it was a favourite chew toy.
"Then what is?" Jounouchi lifted up his face to find Mokuba sitting on the ground in front of him, a confused expression on his face. "If you like 'Niisama... and Niisama likes you, then what's the problem?"
"Because he CAN'T!" Jounouchi growled out.
Mokuba just looked perplexed. "Why not?"
Jounouchi resisted the urge to beat his head against the wall. "Because he's frikkin'. Kaiba. Seto."
This just seemed to confused the younger Kaiba more. "So?"
"So there are precisely three things everyone knows that matter to him." Jounouchi closed his eyes, resting his the back of his head on the wall. "You. Duel Monsters and with it his Blue Eyes White Dragons. And Kaiba Corp."
"Jounouchi, make -sense-." Mokuba growled.
"I -am-." He snapped back. "What do you think would happen if he... I..." He ran a hand down his face. "The Guy thing. The Freak Factor thing. The Boss thing. Any of it. All of it. It's a BAD idea, Mokuba."
"You're still not making sense!" Mokuba threw his hands in the air. "And you are not a freak!"
"Yes, I am." Jounouchi gave Mokuba a level glare. "What do you think would happen if people found out your brother was fucking a genetic reject? How many do you think that they would continue to buy from him? To do business with the company?"
Mokuba's eyes went round, like he was trying to process an equation that shouldn't make any sense but was starting to.
Jounouchi sighed. Ah, to be fifteen and innocent again. "Look. My job is to protect you and your brother. That means from me too. You wanted us to be friends and we are. Just... don't ask more than that, okay?" He closed his eyes. "... He smells afraid if I get too close, anyway..."
He was used to it by now, but it still stung. Kaiba didn't mind his company as long as he didn't touch or get too close. The posture and the voice wouldn't change, Kaiba's eyes remained the same and he wouldn't flinch away, but there'd still be the fear-stink. It was like getting conflicting signals. And while body language could be faked, scent couldn't.
He felt a hand on his arm and this time he didn't flinch it away. "Jounouchi?" Mokuba questioned, as though he had something he was slowly sounding out. "Go sleep at Yuugi's tonight."
He could feel Mokuba using his arm as a prop to stand up. The swishing sound of an id card sliding through the security slot followed, then the elevator started to rise.
"Mokuba?" He lifted his head enough to look at his young charge.
"I'm gonna go talk to 'Niisama." Mokuba sounded determined. "It might be easier for you to take one of the motorcycles, that way you can come back without calling one of the drivers."
Jounouchi blinked, feeling the world shift on it's axis for the second time in as many minutes. The motorcycles made sense, Kaiba had some stashed both here and at the house, a just in case for high speed pursuits or escapes. Personally, Jounouchi thought it said a lot about the Kaiba's world when this was something that had to be considered. But they were a hell of a lot of fun to ride. He'd ridden them once or twice, usually when he needed to get someplace a car couldn't reach fast enough.
"But..."
"No." Mokuba's face was set into a fierce expression. "I know about your promise to 'Niisama, but tonight you need some time away from 'Niisama. Noa and I will be here, he's not going to be alone."
"But-"
Mokuba patted him on the head, ruffling his hair like he usually did to Mokuba. "I'll see you in the morning, Jounouchi. Tell Yuugi I said hello."
He watched Mokuba skip out of the elevator, torn between conflicting urges. The door sliding shut again. He wanted to follow Mokuba, watch over the kid like he usually did. He wanted to punch out Kaiba's lights. He wanted to finish what that kiss started. He wanted to stay hidden in the elevator and pretend it never happened.
He obeyed his orders instead. Mokuba was right about one thing, he was -not- up to dealing with Kaiba tonight. Especially not while sharing a room, much less a bed. He stood up with a grimace, hitting the button for the garage floor, silently grateful that he still had clothes stashed at Yuugi's place. He'd need a shower after this. Preferably a cold one.
As the elevator sank again he mused that Yuugi or either of Kaiba brothers would probably call this a strategic retreat to regroup and marshal forces, but it sure felt like running away to him.
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-three re-writes on that second one. Sheesh.
Hopefully will not leave you in suspense for too long, next chapter is already in progress.
However, if the little tag is up that says 'Busy', it means that there's generally five other things going on (including fic) and we have very little brain power to spare.
If it says 'Away', guess what? Ye-ah.
And if it says 'Out to Lunch', it means I'm in the shower cause they don't have a tag for that. ^^;;
Happy Shortest Day!! It's cold, it's wet, it's gray and it's raining. *curls up by the heater* The puddles are frozen over.
Also, Happy Birthday Kaito and Gosho!
... no love for you today. Sorry. Will try for love tomorrow.
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Seto wondered if he was loosing his touch. With Mokuba's help, he had been able to take over Kaiba Corp in just under a year. And while he was loathed to return to his old tricks of threats, bribes, blackmail and the possibility of murder, it was getting damn tempting.
It was probably because it was so close, he was only a little way away from holding half of Industrial Illusions stocks. Unfortunately, it appeared that Tenma had clued in and suddenly there were no stocks to be gained without drawing undo attention to himself.
... Murder, blackmail, bribes and threats were starting to look good. And as a bonus, murder would ensure wiping that smug grin off of Tenma's face once and for all. That would be a pleasant change.
Seto shook his head. He had other projects to focus on. The new KaibaLands were doing fairly well, but might need some promotional help later. The School was still on schedule, but that could always change at any time. Gas prices for the Airline were enough to make him want to scream. The new VR game was doing well as well, he should probably talk to Mokuba soon about advancements or additions to it.
A knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts. "Oi, Kaiba." Jounouchi's blond head appeared in the door way. "It's late, time to go. Mokuba's already in the limo in the garage waiting for ya."
"Ah. Yes." Seto nodded, automatically picking up the paperwork he was working on and shuffling what would go home with him tonight and what could stay.
"Hey." He glanced up and was startled to find Jounouchi leaning over him, a worried look on his face. "You keep your face like that and it'll stay that way." The blond reached out, resting a hand on Seto's head, running his thumb across Seto's forehead, smoothing out the wrinkles there.
"Could be worse." He snarked back to cover his surprise, ignoring how his skin seemed to tingle slightly where the blond touched him. Jounouchi's ability to reach out and touch people never ceased to surprise him. "It could freeze like yours."
Jounouchi made a face, messing up Seto's hair before removing his hand. "Jerk." The word was almost affectionate, lacking any true rancour.
Seto gave him a smirk in return, placing his laptop in his briefcase and closing it with a bit of a vindictive snap and rising. "Ready?"
"Yeah." Jounouchi stepped back a few steps to give Seto room to stand up. "Seriously though, anything I can do to help?"
"Your concern is appreciated, but there is nothing you can do at the moment." Seto sighed. This was one thing that kicking people in the head and shouting at them was not going to be any help with. Pity, that.
"Yeah, but..." Jounouchi jogged a few steps to open the door for Seto, then followed afterwards. The doors locked behind them. "You're tryin' ta take over Industrial Illusions, right?"
"How-?" Seto stared at the blond who was moving towards the elevators. It was late, no one else was in the office, a fact he was privately thankful for.
Jounouchi chuckled. "C'mon, Kaiba. Just cause I look stupid doesn't mean I am. Realised a while back that ya were probably gonna sooner or later, them ownin' the cards and all. After Mokuba told me about you taking over KaibaCorp, I started buyin' shares in them. I own..." He scratched his head, looking confused for someone who was making an extraordinary amount of sense. "... Well, my goal was about two percent. But it may be more or less than that, what ever interest I get rolls over to buy more stock in the company and I kinda lost count."
Seto stared at him. "You..."
"Bodyguards get paid a couple hundred thousand yen a day. And since room, food, clothing and travel expenses are all taken care of, don't got much to spend it on." The blond grinned, looking slightly embarrassed. "All my old debts are paid off, so I asked Noa ta help me invest it, since that was what he was trained for that sorta stuff. Y'know, for the future and all. Just in case."
"... So you you became a shareholder in Industrial Illusions." Seto repeated, the implications starting to sink in.
"Yup." Jounouchi agreed, stepping just inside the elevator.
Seto followed him, stopping in the doorway. "Would you sell those shares to me?" He demanded. Two percent, give or take, would be enough to make him the majority stock holder.
"Nope." Jounouchi said easily, meeting his gaze with a mischievous gleam in his eye that was more familiar in a duelling arena when the blond had a trick up his sleeve. "But I'll trade ya them for an equal percentage in Kaiba Corp."
Industrial Illusions may have owned the rights to the cards, but Kaiba Corp was bigger and a larger variety of interests. A percentage of stocks in Kaiba Corp was worth a hell of a lot more money than the same percentage in Industrial Illusions, Jounouchi stood to make quite a bit of profit from the exchange.
-It was nice to know that the blond's time at Kaiba Corp hadn't been wasted.
Seto could probably talk the price down, or even persuade Jounouchi to give him the stocks for free. On the other hand, it would be an unexpected change to have a Kaiba Corp shareholder that he trusted to guard his back and actually understood what they were trying to accomplish.
Two percent could make all the difference, after all.
"Deal." He said bluntly. Jounouchi's face lit up with a huge grin as he held his hand out. Seto shook it without hesitation. He had to draw up the papers and have Jounouchi sign them, have the deal processed and then...
And then Industrial Illusions was his.
"Katsuya, I could kiss you." Seto announced fervently. He did so, then turned and marched back to his office his mind buzzing with possibilities and plans for Kaiba Corp once Industrial Illusions and the card rights were under his control.
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Can't think. Can't move. Can't think. Can't move. Can't think. The world is sinking. Can't move. Can't think. Can't move. Can't think. Can't move. Can't...
"Jounouchi?" He was startled out of his thoughts by Mokuba's worried voice. He looked up from where he'd curled up a corner of the elevator after Kaiba had kissed him.
Kissed -him-.
Can't move. Can't think. Can't move. Can't think...
He could smell gasoline, exhaust fumes and the burned rubber smell that accompanied the underground garage. So the sinking feeling had been the elevator coming down to the basement levels instead of just his stomach falling out.
"Hey, Mokuba." He gave the teenager a smile that felt weak, even to him. "What's up?"
Mokuba crouched down in front of him, resting a hand Jounouchi's forehead, putting his other hand on his own forehead, checking for temperature. "No fever..."
"I'm fine." He waved it off, dislodging Mokuba's hand with a jerk.
He got a suspicious look in return. "You're curled up in a ball in the corner of the elevator." Mokuba pointed out all to reasonably. "That's NOT fine."
"... It's not life threatening?" He tried instead. At least not until Ol' Blue Eyes figured out that he'd just kissed the Mutt, in which case his life was over as he knew it. He rested his head on his knees again. At least Kaiba seemed to have been running on automatic pilot, maybe he wouldn't remember at all and they could skip the whole disgusted thing. The elevators doors shut, blocking out the scents of the garage.
"Jounouchi?" Mokuba tried again, resting a hand on Jounouchi's arm. Jounouchi flinched at the contact and Mokuba pulled his hand away with a despondent sound. Too much, too much, too much...
"Sorry." Jounouchi whispered, feeling bad. It had taken ages for Mokuba to feel comfortable enough to reach out and offer physical contact without being given it first. And here he was, refusing it. "You're brother's fine, he's just a little caught up in paperwork at the moment. He'll prolly be down in a little while."
Hopefully enough time for him to pull himself back together again. And regain the ability to walk again, cause if he tried now there'd be problems.
"I'm not worried about 'Niisama at the moment." Mokuba said, his voice taking on a stern edge. "I'm currently worried about you. What Did My Brother Do?"
"What makes you think-"
"Jounouchi!" Mokuba snapped and damn if he didn't sound like a pissed off Kaiba.
Jounouchi beat his head against his arms a few times, not willing to look up to beat it against the harder surface of the wall. "He kissed me, okay? It's nothing, don't worry about it."
It wasn't even a very good kiss at that. On a scale of one to ten it was barely a three, just because their teeth didn't clack together. Just a quick press of lips before Kaiba had walked off. But it was enough to remind him that Kaiba smelled -fucking- good and his little head had tried to do the thinking from there. Which was why he was currently not moving and trying will his little problem away.
Mokuba made a surprised noise. "He did?"
"Yes."
"'Niisama kissed you?!"
"Yes." They'd already established this fact, thank you. Could they move on from it? He'd really rather not think about it at the moment. Unsexy thoughts. He needed to find some unsexy thoughts. Ghost Kotsuzuka in a string bikini. Esper Roba in a tutu. The Meikyu Brothers in hot pants.
"You don't find 'Niisama attractive?" Mokuba asked, sounding perplexed.
A laugh bubbled up in Jounouchi's throat, harsh and grating. "That's -not- a problem, Mokuba." Quite the opposite. He'd like to find out what the back of Kaiba's knee tasted like, lick the curve at the small of his back and nibble on Kaiba's long neck like it was it was a favourite chew toy.
"Then what is?" Jounouchi lifted up his face to find Mokuba sitting on the ground in front of him, a confused expression on his face. "If you like 'Niisama... and Niisama likes you, then what's the problem?"
"Because he CAN'T!" Jounouchi growled out.
Mokuba just looked perplexed. "Why not?"
Jounouchi resisted the urge to beat his head against the wall. "Because he's frikkin'. Kaiba. Seto."
This just seemed to confused the younger Kaiba more. "So?"
"So there are precisely three things everyone knows that matter to him." Jounouchi closed his eyes, resting his the back of his head on the wall. "You. Duel Monsters and with it his Blue Eyes White Dragons. And Kaiba Corp."
"Jounouchi, make -sense-." Mokuba growled.
"I -am-." He snapped back. "What do you think would happen if he... I..." He ran a hand down his face. "The Guy thing. The Freak Factor thing. The Boss thing. Any of it. All of it. It's a BAD idea, Mokuba."
"You're still not making sense!" Mokuba threw his hands in the air. "And you are not a freak!"
"Yes, I am." Jounouchi gave Mokuba a level glare. "What do you think would happen if people found out your brother was fucking a genetic reject? How many do you think that they would continue to buy from him? To do business with the company?"
Mokuba's eyes went round, like he was trying to process an equation that shouldn't make any sense but was starting to.
Jounouchi sighed. Ah, to be fifteen and innocent again. "Look. My job is to protect you and your brother. That means from me too. You wanted us to be friends and we are. Just... don't ask more than that, okay?" He closed his eyes. "... He smells afraid if I get too close, anyway..."
He was used to it by now, but it still stung. Kaiba didn't mind his company as long as he didn't touch or get too close. The posture and the voice wouldn't change, Kaiba's eyes remained the same and he wouldn't flinch away, but there'd still be the fear-stink. It was like getting conflicting signals. And while body language could be faked, scent couldn't.
He felt a hand on his arm and this time he didn't flinch it away. "Jounouchi?" Mokuba questioned, as though he had something he was slowly sounding out. "Go sleep at Yuugi's tonight."
He could feel Mokuba using his arm as a prop to stand up. The swishing sound of an id card sliding through the security slot followed, then the elevator started to rise.
"Mokuba?" He lifted his head enough to look at his young charge.
"I'm gonna go talk to 'Niisama." Mokuba sounded determined. "It might be easier for you to take one of the motorcycles, that way you can come back without calling one of the drivers."
Jounouchi blinked, feeling the world shift on it's axis for the second time in as many minutes. The motorcycles made sense, Kaiba had some stashed both here and at the house, a just in case for high speed pursuits or escapes. Personally, Jounouchi thought it said a lot about the Kaiba's world when this was something that had to be considered. But they were a hell of a lot of fun to ride. He'd ridden them once or twice, usually when he needed to get someplace a car couldn't reach fast enough.
"But..."
"No." Mokuba's face was set into a fierce expression. "I know about your promise to 'Niisama, but tonight you need some time away from 'Niisama. Noa and I will be here, he's not going to be alone."
"But-"
Mokuba patted him on the head, ruffling his hair like he usually did to Mokuba. "I'll see you in the morning, Jounouchi. Tell Yuugi I said hello."
He watched Mokuba skip out of the elevator, torn between conflicting urges. The door sliding shut again. He wanted to follow Mokuba, watch over the kid like he usually did. He wanted to punch out Kaiba's lights. He wanted to finish what that kiss started. He wanted to stay hidden in the elevator and pretend it never happened.
He obeyed his orders instead. Mokuba was right about one thing, he was -not- up to dealing with Kaiba tonight. Especially not while sharing a room, much less a bed. He stood up with a grimace, hitting the button for the garage floor, silently grateful that he still had clothes stashed at Yuugi's place. He'd need a shower after this. Preferably a cold one.
As the elevator sank again he mused that Yuugi or either of Kaiba brothers would probably call this a strategic retreat to regroup and marshal forces, but it sure felt like running away to him.
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-three re-writes on that second one. Sheesh.
Hopefully will not leave you in suspense for too long, next chapter is already in progress.
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Date: 2006-06-21 06:55 pm (UTC)Hmmm... What do dogs do when they're panicky? Hunt for a safe den, like their doghouse or beneath a convenient couch. Sounds like Yuugi's place to me.
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Date: 2006-06-22 09:00 am (UTC)More like a baseball bat. *sighs* Must write....
Hmmm... What do dogs do when they're panicky? Hunt for a safe den, like their doghouse or beneath a convenient couch.
Hmm... *bites lip so as to make comments about dogs-sniffing-butts and humping legs*
((Snuggles)) See you! XD
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Date: 2006-06-22 04:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-26 12:51 am (UTC)That reminds me, must pit 'Jiichan and Seto against each other sometime... *cackles*
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Date: 2006-06-22 01:31 pm (UTC)And while he was loathed to return to his old tricks
should either be 'loath' or take out the 'was,' but i think it works best with loath
I asked Noa ta help me invest it, since that was what he was trained for that sorta stuff.
i think you started to write one thing and changed halfway through. either remove 'that was what' or 'that sorta stuff' and you're good.
maybe he wouldn't remember at all and they could skip the whole disgusted thing.
did you really mean to use 'disgusted' here? because that gives the impression that jou didn't enjoy the kiss [which he obviously did] and it sounds a bit awkward. did you mean something like 'the whole damned thing' but wanted to change that one word? that was what i figured you meant, but using disgusted changes the whole feel of it [there's a lot of synonyms for 'damned' that would work here]
How many do you think that they would continue to buy from him?
another case of starting to say it one way and changing in the middle. either remove 'that they' or 'how many' and it should work better.
anyhow. i hope you don't mind all my nitpicking. lord knows i'm not the best writer, but i've always been pretty good at helping other people catch their mistakes, even if i overlook my own [gah. what does that say about me as a person? O.o] i hope i'm being helpful, but just let me know if it gets annoying. ^^;
and i really enjoyed it, as usual. especially jou processing the kiss. and He'd like to find out what the back of Kaiba's knee tasted like was probably my favorite line. *snicker* ^^ but i really loved how clear the emotion was when he was explaining to mokuba why he couldn't just go jump in kaiba's bed. poor jou. can't wait till kaiba really realizes what he did...that should be interesting.
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Date: 2006-06-26 12:20 am (UTC)Nah, if that were true, I'd never be friends with Wren or Bex. Wren espeically will point to a sentance and wail like we're killing her. *chuckles*
I know my grammer sucks, so nitpicks are fine. I do reserve the right to agree or disagree with any of them however. ^___^
I can't catch most of my own mistakes in writing either, unless the chapter is at least a couple of weeks old and has had a chance to fade in my head a bit. But by that time, we've already written a slewful of other stuff, so it's not much help. ^^;;
Thank you! *wanders off to fix things on the master copy*
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Date: 2006-06-23 01:45 am (UTC)To start with, I love the characterizations in this fic. You've written Jounouchi and Kaiba wonderfully well, and their relationship is developed in a believeable way (this is literally only the third Jounouchi/Kaiba fic I've ever read where the progression of the relationship didn't make me go "Ehhhh... not quite"), but I also love how you've written the supporting cast. I particularly like how you've written Mokuba; he's cute-but-badass, which is exactly how he should be. Yuugi, too; a lot of authors absolutely mangle his character, but you're absolutely spot-on. And you've paid attention to his and Jounouchi's relationship! ♥ (I think Yuugi/Jounouchi is my One True Platonic Pairing for this series. I can't see them together romantically, but as platonic friends they make me wibble like a mad wibbling thing.) You've also put in a lot of great touches, like Noa coming back, and the inclusion of elements from GX. (I don't suppose that characters from that series will be making cameos?)
With regards to this chapter: Oh, Kaiba. With tunnel vision that severe, it's a wonder he hasn't started crashing into walls yet. Also, I find it extremely interesting that his attraction to Jounouchi makes him smell afraid rather than aroused (which, by the way, explains a lot. I'd been wondering why Jounouchi hadn't yet picked up on the fact that his boss has the hots for him). It's not that surprising, though, given his intimacy issues, control issues, trust issues, holy-shit-I'm-actually-capable-of-feeling-normal-human-emotion issues...
I was also rather interested to hear Jounouchi spell out just how bad it would be if the public found out about certain things. Foreshadowing, I take it? And at the risk of sounding sadistic, I'm kinda looking forward to when the shit hits the fan.
Oh, and I loved Mokuba in this. I've said it before, but I'll say it again: Damn, that's one competent kid.
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Date: 2006-06-26 12:48 am (UTC)Wish I could come up with a more coherant answer... ^^;;
And thank you for reminding me that people do lurk... was starting to think the only other ones following the story were the usual late night chat group. #^^# So is doubly an honour to hear that other people are reading it. ^______^
Out of curiosity (and we wanna read) what were the other Kaiba/Jou fics? D. Draggy's 'Being Dead Ain't Easy' and -?
and the inclusion of elements from GX. (I don't suppose that characters from that series will be making cameos?)
Some already have. ~_^ Yuki Judai (Jaden Yuki in the dub) has already shown up, as well as his Winged Kuriboh. They were in the Summer Festival chapter.
Um... can't get YGO or YGO-GX here in NZ, so having to go off of summaries and stuff, but Kagemaru (the academy's superintendent) should be making an appearance as soon as we get more information.
Tenma and the Solid System are canon as of the Yu-Gi-Oh! R manga, there may be some references to Capsule Monsters sometime soon, but they'll prolly be slight.
Yuugi/Jounouchi is my One True Platonic Pairing for this series
Yes! There's a distinct lack of good fics with those two. *sulks* Although the first YGO fanfic I ever found was a yaoi fic with those two. (that was waaaaaay back in... 2001? something like that.)
Foreshadowing, I take it?
Not entirely... we can only see about 10 scenes ahead of where we currently are, and while some more people will be finding out, as far as we can see it will not be public knowledge. ~_^
But yes, looking forward to that shit hitting the fan too. It should be great fun.
Actually kind of relieved to hear you liked that part... was pointed out that usually in yaoi fics (espeically YGO and Puppyshipping) you don't have the inclusion of 'RL' elements. So was kind of worried about that.
And yeah, we like Mokuba too. He's got more potential then his brother, IMHO, simply because he's got all the Kaiba strength and force of will, but isn't -nearly- as messed up in the head. ^___^ He, Seto and Jou constantly rotate as far as who my favourite character is at any given time.
Thank you again! ((Hugs!))
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Date: 2006-07-19 05:13 pm (UTC)