Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ AIM Addiction ❯ Lolita Boy ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Aki_Yume 
A date in Harajuku
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.24.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 288 | Status: Work In Progress
A date in Harajuku
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.24.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 288 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Aki: And the new fic is a success! ^o^ It gives me the fuel to fly through another chapter. In my brain I know where this story is going, but I have a tiny bit of trouble putting it into words xD Sorry for the huge wait, my computer was sick *cries*
Sorry this chapter took so long, I keep having comp problems. And I lost my USB… damn it...
BTW: I HAVEN'T stopped writing `Midnight Eyes'. I lost my USB drive, and I just found it, so all of my ME (sora/riku) fans, don't despair!! I love you all and look foreword to the next chapter!
Sit Back and Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for this storyline… yada yada yada.
Title: AIM Addiction
Chapter Two:
No way!
Seto signed off after a few more hours of work and went for the door. Time to go home, He thought to himself. Maybe Mokuba will want to go watch a movie. Kaiba grinned to himself as he arrived at the elevator doors. Pushing the down arrow, the brunette zoned out and let his mind wander. He was pretty much just wondering if he could be lucky enough; maybe Lestat would look like Jou, beautiful brown eyes and stunning honey blonde hair. Then again, it would be bad if Lestat looked like the other teen that he was absolutely in love with.
That, Seto thought. Would be such a big coincidence…That'd be way too weird. The young CEO was caught up in thought as he entered the metal transportation box. He pressed the first floor button and waited until the doors opened again. There was always at least two or three reporters trying to get some gossip from the office there waiting for him once he exited the large Kaibe Corp. building.
Quick glances to his left and right rewarded him with a relieved sigh as he climbed into the back seat of his limo. He made a mental note to drive the Mercedes tomorrow as he asked the driver to take him home. During the twenty minute drive, he whipped out his cell phone to see if Mokuba wanted to see a movie with him.
“Mokuba?” He spoke out loud as he set the cell to speaker.
“Yeah, big brother?” The soft voice coming from the phone made Seto smile.
“Want to go see a movie? Or do you want me to pick something up?” He asked.
A slight pause in the phone granted Kaiba enough time to flip through a newspaper for movie times.
“Um, can you go pick up a movie?” The shy sounding voice had a ring of uncertainty to it. Kaiba smirked into the phone and put the newspaper aside.
“Sure, Moki,” Seto said. “No problem.”
~*~*~*~
Kaiba woke to the sound of an instant message on his computer. The pair of boys had just finished watching “Memoirs of a Geisha” and were planning on starting another one after the older Kaiba had and hour of sleep.
“What was that?” His little brother asked. Kaiba turned to the digital clock to find “2:30AM” in big red lights. What on earth was Lestat still doing up?
“It's just one of my friends on AIM.” Kaiba sat in his computer chair and stared at the screen, accepting the message.
g0ld3n f14m3: Hey, what's up?
xAoixTatsux: do you EVER sleeeeep???
g0ld3n fl4m3: er…. Yeah… do you want me ta leave you alone?
“Yes!” Mokuba read over Seto's shoulder. “You know that you shouldn't be making friends with people online!”
Seto squinted at his little brother.
“And what do you do all the time you're on the computer?” He asked. His little brother was well-known for sitting in his room for hours on end on his computer. As the question was asked, Mokuba sucked in a lung full of air, trying to look more dignified.
“I read smut!” He proclaimed loudly.
Seto nearly choked on his own saliva. He immediately stopped typing and looked as his brother with shock smeared all over his face.
“You… do… what when you're on your computer?” His voice was very quiet and squeaky, the older teenager prayed that he'd heard his little brother wrong.
…He was met with a small boy rolling around on the ground in laughter.
“Ha ha! I can't believe you fell for that!” Mokuba regained what little composure he had to begin with and settled down next to Seto, who was typing away on the keyboard.
xAoixTasux: no no, your great company. By the by, what do you look like? We haven't talked about that yet.
g0ld3n fl4m3: eh… er… I'm tallish, honey gold hair, brown eyes… It's hard to describe myself…
”That's because he's a 40 year-old virgin pervert weirdo!” Mokuba was still trying to protest Seto's correspondence with this strange “Lestat”. The fact that Seto was so… happy to talk to this complete stranger only set the creeps on Mokuba even more.
xAoixTasux: oh, that's understandable, I'm not good at describing myself, either.
g0ld3n fl4m3: So, Sunday still looks good, right?
Seto smirked to himself as he looked into his date book and discovered the word “Lestat” was written in his best hand writing. Mokuba also took note of his brother's actions.
“Seto! You can't go out and meet a man you don't know. For all you know he's an eighty-year old pervert wanting your underwear, or worse a fifty year old woman who wants to screw you in the butt!”
An awkward silence passed the two of them. Seto had no idea how to respond to his little brother's outburst, and Mokuba just couldn't believe that his brother let him get away with saying something like that.
:Mokuba, go to bed. You do not seem to realize the completely inane mistake you made in your announcing of a woman wanting to ensue in sexual intercourse with me up my anal passage; you clearly are not fit to attempt to stay up any longer.” Kaiba turned back to his computer.
Mokuba growled.
“Fine!” His face scrunched in an attempt to glare at his older brother. “But when you're sitting at a café, wearing a rose or whatever you decide to wear, know that I won't come to save you if it's a butch girl that wants to make you her slave boy.”
Seto's wide eyes stared at the monster he'd practically raised since they were children. His gaze was returned with an annoyed glance before the little boy with hair that could put a loin to shame stalked away to his bedroom. Seto shook off the shock that his perverted brother had instilled on him and turned back to his computer.
xAoixTatsux: yeah, we're on. I wouldn't miss going to that café ever.
g0ld3n fl4m3: *gasp* You don't want to meet me?? Itz just a trip to the café! xD lol.
The dark Kaiba chuckled to himself and covered his mouth to stifle a yawn. He raised his arms above his head in a big stretch before launching back to the computer keyboard.
xAoixTatsux: Very funny. =P But yeah, Sunday.
xAoixTatsux; >_<
g0ld3n fl4m3: Wha?
xAoixTatsux: TOMORROW is Sunday. xD
g0ld3n fl4m3: O_o Wow, Wednesday and Thursday went by at super speed! xD
xAoixTatsux: Totally! I need sl33p… 1'll s33 y0u t0m0rr0w!
g0ld3n fl4m3: xD hahahhaa, ok, see you. I'll be wearing Lolita.
xAoixTatsux: You mean, the dress, the make-up, the whole shibag???
g0ld3n fl4m3: yep!
Seto smiled and bid his last good-bye before signing off and turning off his laptop. He heaved himself off of the couch and glanced at the mess on the expensive couch, rug and floor. Soda, chips and cookies were scattered everywhere. Seto took on a lop sided grin before heading up to his room on the third floor, reminding himself to call the maid at a decent hour in the morning.
Upon entrance into his huge master suite, the elder Kaiba sat down all the things he was carrying and went to his closet to lay out the clothes he would wear the next day and went off to bed; dreaming of his beautiful Lestat.
~*~*~*~
Jou excitedly signed off and went back to adding the finishing touches on his beautiful Gothic Lolita dress. It was the classic black with an empire waist, making it look like a baby doll dress. Expensive, thick ruffles sewn onto the hem of the dress so it came down right above his knees.
Sitting next to him, hanging off of his chair, Jou's brand new black knee socks with hand sewn lace and a black ribbon almost glittered in the dim light of his room. Jou couldn't afford to buy a new light like he wanted to; most of these fabrics were birthday presents from his friends and ex-girlfriend.
At the moment, he was trying to finish up the hem on his collar. His eyes watched as his hand gracefully pulled a needle in and out in a running stitch; it reminded him of a gently flowing river. Jou smiled as he also thought of how a river reminded him of Seto Kaiba's eyes. Oh, there wasn't a single day that went by without him thinking about the rich CEO eventually.
Jou shook his head and went back to sewing. He needed to stop trying to fill his own head with nonsense. He was meeting mystery man, NOT Seto Kaiba. The older teen couldn't stand being in the same room as him. Jou knew for a fact that brunette, walking-wet-dream Kaiba wouldn't want to date him.
A sigh escaped his lips as he finished up his hem. He tied the stitch shut and went to the make-shift full length mirror he'd constructed out of small compact mirrors. Holding the dress against his lithe form, Jou loved the sight of this finally finished dress. He practiced his pouting as he thought of his friends.
None of them knew this side to Jou. He was rough and tumble with Hondou and Malik, but on the weekends, especially Sunday, he liked to dress in frills and hop on a train to Harajuku. He'd gotten a lot of pictures taken of him, and when the photographers learned that he was a male, they walked away totally perplexed.
A chuckle erupted from his throat as Jou lay the dress on his desk and went to shut off his computer. Yugi said he wanted to talk to Jou after this said “date” with internet man. Jou shook his head. He'd have to come up with one hell of a cover story.
With those last thoughts in his mind, he crawled into bed and snuggled against a homemade Seto plushie and fell asleep.
~*~*~*~*~
Aki: I know, Jou probably sounds really girly. xD
Anyway, I know this chapter was short… Sorry about that!
Next chapter is the date between the two, but will they realize who the other really is?
Sorry this chapter took so long, I keep having comp problems. And I lost my USB… damn it...
BTW: I HAVEN'T stopped writing `Midnight Eyes'. I lost my USB drive, and I just found it, so all of my ME (sora/riku) fans, don't despair!! I love you all and look foreword to the next chapter!
Sit Back and Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for this storyline… yada yada yada.
Title: AIM Addiction
Chapter Two:
No way!
Seto signed off after a few more hours of work and went for the door. Time to go home, He thought to himself. Maybe Mokuba will want to go watch a movie. Kaiba grinned to himself as he arrived at the elevator doors. Pushing the down arrow, the brunette zoned out and let his mind wander. He was pretty much just wondering if he could be lucky enough; maybe Lestat would look like Jou, beautiful brown eyes and stunning honey blonde hair. Then again, it would be bad if Lestat looked like the other teen that he was absolutely in love with.
That, Seto thought. Would be such a big coincidence…That'd be way too weird. The young CEO was caught up in thought as he entered the metal transportation box. He pressed the first floor button and waited until the doors opened again. There was always at least two or three reporters trying to get some gossip from the office there waiting for him once he exited the large Kaibe Corp. building.
Quick glances to his left and right rewarded him with a relieved sigh as he climbed into the back seat of his limo. He made a mental note to drive the Mercedes tomorrow as he asked the driver to take him home. During the twenty minute drive, he whipped out his cell phone to see if Mokuba wanted to see a movie with him.
“Mokuba?” He spoke out loud as he set the cell to speaker.
“Yeah, big brother?” The soft voice coming from the phone made Seto smile.
“Want to go see a movie? Or do you want me to pick something up?” He asked.
A slight pause in the phone granted Kaiba enough time to flip through a newspaper for movie times.
“Um, can you go pick up a movie?” The shy sounding voice had a ring of uncertainty to it. Kaiba smirked into the phone and put the newspaper aside.
“Sure, Moki,” Seto said. “No problem.”
~*~*~*~
Kaiba woke to the sound of an instant message on his computer. The pair of boys had just finished watching “Memoirs of a Geisha” and were planning on starting another one after the older Kaiba had and hour of sleep.
“What was that?” His little brother asked. Kaiba turned to the digital clock to find “2:30AM” in big red lights. What on earth was Lestat still doing up?
“It's just one of my friends on AIM.” Kaiba sat in his computer chair and stared at the screen, accepting the message.
g0ld3n f14m3: Hey, what's up?
xAoixTatsux: do you EVER sleeeeep???
g0ld3n fl4m3: er…. Yeah… do you want me ta leave you alone?
“Yes!” Mokuba read over Seto's shoulder. “You know that you shouldn't be making friends with people online!”
Seto squinted at his little brother.
“And what do you do all the time you're on the computer?” He asked. His little brother was well-known for sitting in his room for hours on end on his computer. As the question was asked, Mokuba sucked in a lung full of air, trying to look more dignified.
“I read smut!” He proclaimed loudly.
Seto nearly choked on his own saliva. He immediately stopped typing and looked as his brother with shock smeared all over his face.
“You… do… what when you're on your computer?” His voice was very quiet and squeaky, the older teenager prayed that he'd heard his little brother wrong.
…He was met with a small boy rolling around on the ground in laughter.
“Ha ha! I can't believe you fell for that!” Mokuba regained what little composure he had to begin with and settled down next to Seto, who was typing away on the keyboard.
xAoixTasux: no no, your great company. By the by, what do you look like? We haven't talked about that yet.
g0ld3n fl4m3: eh… er… I'm tallish, honey gold hair, brown eyes… It's hard to describe myself…
”That's because he's a 40 year-old virgin pervert weirdo!” Mokuba was still trying to protest Seto's correspondence with this strange “Lestat”. The fact that Seto was so… happy to talk to this complete stranger only set the creeps on Mokuba even more.
xAoixTasux: oh, that's understandable, I'm not good at describing myself, either.
g0ld3n fl4m3: So, Sunday still looks good, right?
Seto smirked to himself as he looked into his date book and discovered the word “Lestat” was written in his best hand writing. Mokuba also took note of his brother's actions.
“Seto! You can't go out and meet a man you don't know. For all you know he's an eighty-year old pervert wanting your underwear, or worse a fifty year old woman who wants to screw you in the butt!”
An awkward silence passed the two of them. Seto had no idea how to respond to his little brother's outburst, and Mokuba just couldn't believe that his brother let him get away with saying something like that.
:Mokuba, go to bed. You do not seem to realize the completely inane mistake you made in your announcing of a woman wanting to ensue in sexual intercourse with me up my anal passage; you clearly are not fit to attempt to stay up any longer.” Kaiba turned back to his computer.
Mokuba growled.
“Fine!” His face scrunched in an attempt to glare at his older brother. “But when you're sitting at a café, wearing a rose or whatever you decide to wear, know that I won't come to save you if it's a butch girl that wants to make you her slave boy.”
Seto's wide eyes stared at the monster he'd practically raised since they were children. His gaze was returned with an annoyed glance before the little boy with hair that could put a loin to shame stalked away to his bedroom. Seto shook off the shock that his perverted brother had instilled on him and turned back to his computer.
xAoixTatsux: yeah, we're on. I wouldn't miss going to that café ever.
g0ld3n fl4m3: *gasp* You don't want to meet me?? Itz just a trip to the café! xD lol.
The dark Kaiba chuckled to himself and covered his mouth to stifle a yawn. He raised his arms above his head in a big stretch before launching back to the computer keyboard.
xAoixTatsux: Very funny. =P But yeah, Sunday.
xAoixTatsux; >_<
g0ld3n fl4m3: Wha?
xAoixTatsux: TOMORROW is Sunday. xD
g0ld3n fl4m3: O_o Wow, Wednesday and Thursday went by at super speed! xD
xAoixTatsux: Totally! I need sl33p… 1'll s33 y0u t0m0rr0w!
g0ld3n fl4m3: xD hahahhaa, ok, see you. I'll be wearing Lolita.
xAoixTatsux: You mean, the dress, the make-up, the whole shibag???
g0ld3n fl4m3: yep!
Seto smiled and bid his last good-bye before signing off and turning off his laptop. He heaved himself off of the couch and glanced at the mess on the expensive couch, rug and floor. Soda, chips and cookies were scattered everywhere. Seto took on a lop sided grin before heading up to his room on the third floor, reminding himself to call the maid at a decent hour in the morning.
Upon entrance into his huge master suite, the elder Kaiba sat down all the things he was carrying and went to his closet to lay out the clothes he would wear the next day and went off to bed; dreaming of his beautiful Lestat.
~*~*~*~
Jou excitedly signed off and went back to adding the finishing touches on his beautiful Gothic Lolita dress. It was the classic black with an empire waist, making it look like a baby doll dress. Expensive, thick ruffles sewn onto the hem of the dress so it came down right above his knees.
Sitting next to him, hanging off of his chair, Jou's brand new black knee socks with hand sewn lace and a black ribbon almost glittered in the dim light of his room. Jou couldn't afford to buy a new light like he wanted to; most of these fabrics were birthday presents from his friends and ex-girlfriend.
At the moment, he was trying to finish up the hem on his collar. His eyes watched as his hand gracefully pulled a needle in and out in a running stitch; it reminded him of a gently flowing river. Jou smiled as he also thought of how a river reminded him of Seto Kaiba's eyes. Oh, there wasn't a single day that went by without him thinking about the rich CEO eventually.
Jou shook his head and went back to sewing. He needed to stop trying to fill his own head with nonsense. He was meeting mystery man, NOT Seto Kaiba. The older teen couldn't stand being in the same room as him. Jou knew for a fact that brunette, walking-wet-dream Kaiba wouldn't want to date him.
A sigh escaped his lips as he finished up his hem. He tied the stitch shut and went to the make-shift full length mirror he'd constructed out of small compact mirrors. Holding the dress against his lithe form, Jou loved the sight of this finally finished dress. He practiced his pouting as he thought of his friends.
None of them knew this side to Jou. He was rough and tumble with Hondou and Malik, but on the weekends, especially Sunday, he liked to dress in frills and hop on a train to Harajuku. He'd gotten a lot of pictures taken of him, and when the photographers learned that he was a male, they walked away totally perplexed.
A chuckle erupted from his throat as Jou lay the dress on his desk and went to shut off his computer. Yugi said he wanted to talk to Jou after this said “date” with internet man. Jou shook his head. He'd have to come up with one hell of a cover story.
With those last thoughts in his mind, he crawled into bed and snuggled against a homemade Seto plushie and fell asleep.
~*~*~*~*~
Aki: I know, Jou probably sounds really girly. xD
Anyway, I know this chapter was short… Sorry about that!
Next chapter is the date between the two, but will they realize who the other really is?