Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ AIM Addiction ❯ The hair gives it away ( Chapter 7 )

Seto sat frozen; the blonde wig still grasped in his large hands. He hadn't driven home yet; he could still see the home Lestat lived in from where he was parked. But, when the wig came off, Kaiba knew who it was instantly. He gasped in realization with the first glace of the wigless Lestat was indeed someone he knew. The man who claimed to be named after a creature of the night was actually Jounouchi Katsuya, the man he'd wanted so badly ever since he met the boy.

 

Yes, that was right. Ever since the first duel he had against the slightly younger blonde. It was so completely hard to see the blonde and not jump him on the spot; insulting the damn blonde was because of his permanent nerves when around the boy, Seto really couldn't help it. Everything he was raised to be came out on Jou, because Seto didn't know how to react to the young man! At that exact moment, Seto blinked, and realizations hit him just as easily.

 

Did he love Jou?

 

“No,” Seto shook his head and threw the wig into the back seat. With a push of his foot against gas, the car screeched off, away from Jou's house. “I do not love Jou, I just want to fuck him into the next millennium.”

 

But, the more his head repeated those words, the more he did not believe them. Moaning in irritation, Seto flipped on the CD player in his car and rolled up his windows. There was one song that could calm him down whenever he was irritated; all he had to do was hum or sing the tune or words and he would feel better. It was a rather old song, too. It was one of Gackt-sama's first singles. The lyrics were laced with sexual innuendos, and Seto was quite shocked when he first heard this song. However, after the shock, he realized he loved the track's addicting rhythm!

 

He smiled as the familiar trumpets rang in his ears, and he let the melodic voice flow over him, relaxing him slightly. He suddenly felt as if he were traveling on a cloud, not a flashy Jaguar. Reality took the front seat however, as he wondered what he would do about this situation. Was he supposed to carry on as if this never happened? Keep the façade of Shou alive in order to be with the delicious teen? Seto almost smirked when he came to his decision.

 

He really couldn't wait to get home and talk to Jou…

 

… And read some more of that fanfiction.

 

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Jou couldn't believe that he forgot to use the face adhesive for his wig. He paced in circles in his room while the phone rang. With each ring that a voice didn't follow, Jou grew a tad but more annoyed. When the young Yugi Motou's voice answered the phone, Jou jumped for joy.

 

“Jou? Are you on drugs?” Jou chuckled into the receiver and plopped down on his bed.

 

“No, I'm not on drugs, but I really need to talk to you about that guy I said I went on a date with.” While Jou spoke, he went to the window which gazed out into the front of his house. His breath almost stopped when he realized that Shou's Jaguar was still parked in the same place it was a few moments ago.

 

“Yeah! I was going to call and hassle you after I got out of school.” Jou snapped out of his shock as he realized he didn't know what time it was in the first place.

 

“Did I call during Mr. Sakamoto or somethin'?” He asked. Jou wasn't with Shou anymore, and he felt the Lolita boy persona melt and mold into the rough and tumble man he was around his friends, well, around Teana and Honda. Around Yugi he had a bit of a split personality. He heard distorted noise in the background, and laughter rung in the teenager's ears.

 

“No, I just got out for the rest of the day, Mr. Motoyama isn't in, and Teana, Honda and I decided to ditch the rest of the day. He have Sakamoto first period, Jou!” Jou's eyes widened.

 

“How did ya get outta school? You realize that if you're caught leaving the school you land a month's worth of detention with Mimiko; and she's a total bitch when she does detention!” Jou didn't want to believe that his Yugi was actually ditching school and hadn't gotten caught. The boy couldn't even lie properly.

 

“Well, it was Anzu's suggestion, and you know how she gets.” Jou had to almost strain his ear in order to hear his best friend over the telephone. The brunette female must've been close to the spiky haired boy in order for him to need to speak that quietly.

 

“Well, anyway, I just called to tell you that I really ditched school because I wanted to go on another date with cyber man. I know I told you that I was sick as fuck, but… Yeah…” Jou trailed off as he heard the screeching of tires outside his window. He ran to the open viewing hole and saw that the sex symbol for a car had gone, leaving heavy skid marks behind. The fumes of burning rubber hit his nose and Jou crinkled it in self defense and slammed his window sill shut.

 

“Jou? Jou?” Jou went back to the speaker only to realize that he'd missed half a conversation.

 

“Sorry Yugi, I had to close my window.” He gazed out and his eyes froze to the skid marks, signs that his day was real, that he really did watch Shimotsuma Monogatari and that kiss really did happen. He slipped his eyes closed and remembered those petal soft lips. Those soft yet strong lips caressed his on with phantom power, driving Jou's mind crazy. He imagined that sensual tongue slid along his bottom lip, asking for permission to take possession of Jou's mouth. A close to silent moan escaped his throat as he imagined those large and powerful hands caressing his side and cradling his back. Jou wanted nothing more than to writhe in ecstasy right on the god damn floor…

 

….RIGHT. Not going to happen.

 

“Jou? Hello? Did you space out of something? How did it go? Jou?” Jou opened his eyes and realized the kiss wasn't real, and that Yugi was still on the phone. Sighing, he tilted the receiver to be closer to his lips.

 

Damn it! He screamed in his brain. Fucking over active imagination.

 

“Yeah, I heard ya. It was the shit, man! We went to watch a movie, and then he drove me home, and we ended up making out in his car!” Jou smiled and waited for the reaction from his short friend.

 

“You did WHAT IN HIS CAR?!” Jou gasped and held the phone a foot from his ear, Yugi's voice screeching out of the speaker. Jou panted, trying to regain his breath which had been stolen from him in the surprise of the volume.

 

He cringed as he heard Anzu and Honda join in on the conversation.

 

“What kind of car does he drive, Jou?” Honda's deep voice asked. Jou smirked as he remembered the black, sleek luxury car his date drove. The man has to be fucking rich in order to pay for that shit.

 

“He drives a black Jaguar, I think it's a 2008 or some shit like that.” Jou knew shit about cars, which made identifying the car slightly difficult. What he didn't expect, was Honda to go fucking crazy.

 

“He drives a fucking JAGUAR?!” He screamed. Jou's ears felt like they were going to explode. He flinched and cupped his ear in my hand, hoping that the noise damage wouldn't cause any permanent damage.

 

“Ouch! Honda, seriously… Do you have ta shout that loud?” Jou groaned. His baritone voice filled the empty bedroom. He shook his head as he heard a sheepish chuckle from the other side of the connection.

 

“Sorry man,” Was the reply. “But a Jag? Fuck, those things are expensive! Keeping fuckin' this one man, I bet you could squeeze a lot of shit from him!” Jou didn't laugh, but he did let out a small sigh instead of a fit of laughter. He grinned and shook his head. Oh Honda, always the prude, wasn't he?

 

“No Honda, I'm not fucking around with the guy just for his money.” Jou growled. The thought of swindling Shou couldn't even compute in his mind. He frowned as he began to unzip and unbutton the frock he wore.

 

“I know you're not, man!” Honda sounded slightly nervous. “I'm just joking around.”

 

The sound of a lecture from Teana to Honda could be heard in the background now, as Jou listened to Yugi.

 

“So! Tell me all about it.” Jou grinned and plopped down on his bed to tell both tales of the dates with Shou.

 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 

“Seto!” The said brunette almost jumped when he heard his brother's voice entering the mansion downstairs. The little boy had quite a set of lungs on him. Seto however didn't panic one bit. When he'd gotten home, he marched right to his room and changed into more casual clothes. He now sported a black collared button shirt, with all but the top three buttons fastened and a pair of white jeans. Seto was very glad his fashion sense was a small bit better than when he was in Duelist Kingdom…

 

“Yes, little brother?” He walked to the hallway outside of his room and leaned over a stair railing to see his little brother glaring up at him. Uh oh, that can't be good.

 

“My friend Akio saw you with a blonde girl.” Mokuba's glare didn't let up as Seto made his way down the stairs. Blonde girl? Seto almost laughed to himself. Jou must've done a really good job at dressing up.

 

“I thought you were gay, big brother!” Mokuba was almost screaming now. Kaiba definitely thought that situation was funny. Last year, when he'd told Mokuba he was gay, the younger Kaiba didn't even bat and eye and didn't yell or anything. It was quite hilarious that he was in the instance that Seto could possibly be dating a girl.

 

“No, I am gay,” Seto spoke and Mokuba was puzzled. “That was Lestat.”

 

The jet black haired boy's mouth fell to the floor.

 

“THAT was Lestat?” He asked. He seemed to not be able to comprehend the statement. “But, that looked… Like a… Like a…” He trailed off, as if not able to complete the thought because it was simply too bizarre to put into words.

 

“A girl?” Seto finished. He shook his head and chuckled. “No, Lestat is all man.”

 

Mokuba rolled his eyes and started for his room.

 

“Wait, Mokuba,” Seto stopped his little brother before the younger Kaiba could reach the door. “About that fan fiction…”

 

>NEXT DAY, SCHOOL<

 

Seto really didn't care about the Rococo Era. He really didn't. Well, that was a lie. He didn't like the fact that the damn textbook he had on the desk in front of him had less than a paragraph about this Era in European History, so why did Mr. Sakamoto have to devote a whole lesson to it? Seto already knew about it; he really should have skipped today to catch up on some reports he needed to file regarding the new prototypes his labs had made. First thing in the morning, when no one would pay attention to him, no doubt!

 

“So,” the older man said, whisking away a few stray gray hairs from the glasses perched on his crooked nose. “I will pair you all up and your assignment for the day is to write a two page paper on the effects of the Rococo era on today's society.”

 

A paper?

 

Now Seto really DID want to rip his hair out. He had no need for a partner, this was pathetic!

 

“Mr. Katsuya,” Seto looked back up and glanced at the blonde who was in a conversation with Mouto. Seto didn't know what for at all; he'd been busy paying attention to his day dream thoughts to even realize that Jou was in class.

 

“Yeah, Mr. Sakamoto?” His eyes were wide in fear and his voice almost quivered. This in turn made Mr. Sakamoto laugh mechanically, making the room drop a few degrees in temperature.

 

“You will be partnered with Seto Kaiba for this assignment since you are knowledgeable enough in this subject to talk during a lecture.” Seto now felt like he was going to die. Jou hadn't seen him at all this morning, and he was sure to at least see the similarities between his hair and Shou's hair. Fuck was he in trouble. Seto kept his eyes at the desk and didn't look up as he heard footsteps tap right next to him. He didn't move for several moments and heard the chitter chatter of other groups getting to work.

 

“Okay, les' just get dis ova' with.” Seto almost cringed at Jou's butchering of the Japanese language. A complete opposite of when he was dressed up and playing the role of Lestat. The voice that poured out of the Lolita boy's mouth was beautiful and pristine; taking great pain to pronounce every syllable and slowly, as to make sure Seto would definitely understand him. Jou spoke as fast as he could, and had a strange accent that Seto wasn't familiar with. The brunette didn't mind the real Jou at all; but since he had been with the boy at a time when he spoke with such care and grace, hearing this voice was just… strange.

 

“Fine.” Seto's word was simple. He gathered come courage and beat the butterflies in his stomach. Raising his head he looked directly into beautiful honey colored eyes and heard a gasp escape from Jou's lips. A single word was whispered as the temporarily taller boy sank into the seat next to Seto.

 

“Shou?”

 

Seto smirked and turned back to his notebook.

 

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Aki_Yume: SO, not that greatest in the world, but I'm happy with it! =D What did you guys think? Dun dun dun! xD Jou sees Seto for the first time since he got that cute little hair cut. Suspicions! Haha. Until next chappie, please R/R! ^_^