Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ AIM Addiction ❯ Vanilla ( Chapter 8 )

Title: AIM Addiction

Chapter 8: Kimi no Vanilla

Author: Aki_Yume

Disclaimer: No, I do not own a single character I use in this fan fic, except for Maichi, Jou's father. I made him up! xD

 

Aki Note: Okay, so, I want to THANK all of my reviewers so far, I'm glad to have fans! =D

 

….And yes, I did walk up to a random Emo kid and I DID ask him questions about being “emo”. xD (This comes up in a little bit…)

 

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Seto chose to almost completely ignore the accusation that was thrown at him. He needed to think of something to prove the blonde otherwise. Jounouchi would definitely freak out if he discovered Shou'd real identity; it was Shou he took an interest to; Shou with the kindness and sensuality that Seto could only be when he was not looked at as the CEO of Kaiba Corp. Jou hated the man called Seto Kaiba, and Seto didn't want to make the budding relationship between Lestat and Shou to be compromised; he needed to protect that.

 

“I do not have any idea as to who you are talking about, mutt,” He growled, trying to make it seem as if he was appalled rather than excited that Jou could recognize him. “But I would never be caught dead with you alone unless Mokuba's life was on the line.”

 

Alright, that was a bit harsh, and Seto completely thought the opposite, but this reaction was what the blonde boy expected. Kaiba was supposed to be the horrible CEO of a company and didn't care about a single soul save for his own and the soul of his little brother. He looked up from the spot on his notebook which he'd trained his eyes to and saw something that caught him off guard.

 

The blonde puppy's eyes had a tinge of sadness to them; as if he would start to cry at any moment. However, that look was gone in a mater of nanoseconds, Seto was almost unsure if that was what he really saw. Perhaps his eyes were playing tricks on him, he couldn't be sure.

 

“Let us just get this over with then.” Now that, Kaiba heard. His head almost whipped at the change in the blonde's speech that was just loud enough for Seto's highly acute ears to pick up. Seto shook his head and began jotting things down as he explained them to the blonde.

 

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Jou couldn't believe that for one moment, Shou was really Seto Kaiba. Just because Kaiba's new hair style was almost exactly like Shou's. The blonde shook his head and took another bite of the sandwich his father had left on the table for that morning.

 

“Jounouchi Katsuya! Are you paying an attention to what I'm saying?” A loud shrill interrupted his thought and brought Jou out of Jou-Land, as everyone in the group liked to call it now. Thick eyelashes fluttered as he blinked back into focus only to see Anzu's thick black eyeliner eyes.

 

“Er… Sorry, Anzu.” Jou tried to avoid the girl's eyes. Her attempt at make-up was really scary. Of course, Jou thought the idea of her black and blue mixture of eyeshadow could have been adorable, but Anzu didn't have a steady hand when it came to make-up, and the result was her eyes looking like twin bruises. It took most of his self control not to roll around on the floor laughing at his friend. The girl liked to keep up with strange American trends, and she called this latest one “emo”. Jou never understood the concept. Anzu tried to explain it to him once. She told him it was a way of life, or something like that. That the dark stains of the soul were to be expressed through tragic poetry written by the dark soul. That the pain and anguish of society was to blame for everything in the world being so black and white…

 

…Honda said it was a fashion trend that told it's followers to shop at a strange store… Jou couldn't remember the name of it at the top of his head, but Honda told Jou that Anzu paid for the shipping of certain clothing from the U.S.A. Jou nodded to himself as he looked at the girl sitting across from him, once again blabbing on about something he didn't care about. While everyone else at the table wore school approved uniforms, Anzu was “going against the man”. Jou was really just confused by her all around.

 

“…and through our tight friendship will be…” Jou tuned in just to tune out again. He didn't understand why Anzu would drag on with these pointless friendship speeches. It would take something close to a natural disaster to break them up. Jou took the moment to glance elsewhere; he immediately regretted it.

 

He met cobalt blue eyes that seemed to sear right into his soul. The kind of blue eyes that made him quiver with pleasure in intimate dreams, the days before Shou. Jou felt his jaw automatically take his top lip and squeeze it; something he did when he got uncomfortable. He watched as the cobalt eyes looked back to a laptop screen, and a slender, delicate hand reach for a glass of what was probably a top-notch water imported from some random country in the middle of nowhere. Jou's eyes were glued to the scene in front of him, and he almost let out a gasp as he watched the other teen tip the glass just enough to get a small sip. It took all of Jou's now wavering self-control to not moan as he watched a lone stream of water cascade down a beautiful, delicate creamy neck. God, all Jou wanted to do was run over to the CEO who loathed him to the very core and fuck him, right in the lunch area for all people to see.

 

God Jou, The blonde thought at he looked away from the unintentionally sensual sight right before his lucky eyes. You're such an exhibitionist.

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School ended that day like any other day. Jou bid farewell to his friends and set on course for home. His walk through the crowded part of town took him past the movie theatre where he watched Shinomotsuma Monagatari just the other day with Shou. A frown worked its way to his lips as he paused. He stared at the entrance to the place and for a moment, saw his own reflection in the mirror like window to the theatre. He didn't like what he saw.

 

A scrawny, clumsy boy who didn't know what to do with himself. When he was Jou, he always had to put up an act with his friends. He wasn't allowed to change, his friends seemed so… used to the Jou he was in front of them that they were almost appalled when he came to hang out at the arcade one day in a pink shirt. He frowned at the memory of what Honda had told him, in a jokingly attempted manner.

 

“Only fags wear pink.”

 

Jou frowned at the thought. Honda sometimes was such an ass with old world ideals when it came to homosexuality. Out of all of his friends, Honda took his confession the worst out of all of them. He looked back at his reflection and instead of looking at himself, he imagined longer blonde hair decorated in a black princess headdress. His uniform had morphed into his handmade black Lolita dress. He smiled as he imagined Shou standing behind him, dressed in a handsome black handmade cloak, with a sheer white collared shirt underneath. Ruffles peaking through the cuffs of the jacket made the look even more sexy and mysterious to Jou. He loved the double life he was leading, but he couldn't get the thought of Shou out of his head. He stared at the reflection on the window that his imagination had created and his lips turned down into a frown.

 

With a shake of his head, Jou forced himself to walk away from the fantasy beyond the glass. Maybe when he chatted with Shou on AIM that night they could plan something for Sunday. The thought of spending his day off on another date with Shou sent invisible shivers up the teenager's side.

 

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“Dad! Tadaima*!” Jou called out to the empty house, forgetting that his had would not be off of work for another few hours. Shrugging off his backpack, Jou went straight to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of ramune*; it might have been a pain in the ass to open, but the sweetness of the drink was worth the effort! Jou popped the marble keeping the drink closed and threw away the plastic piece he used to open it. He stood rooted in his spot and took a large swig of the dangerously addicting soda and smiled.

 

“Nothin' better than this after a day at school.” Just when he was about to travel the twenty or so steps it took him to get to his room, the phone rang. The popular melody from the movie Suicide Circle* rang through the kitchen and the downstairs. With an annoyed sigh aimed at the caller, Jou reached for a pink handset and spoke into the receiver.

 

“Moshi Moshi*.”

 

“Jou-kun? Konnicha wa! Yugi desu!” Jou grinned as he realized it was just Yugi calling to ask him to the arcade for a few hours or something. Jou glanced behind him to make sure he was standing in front of the kitchen counter and leaned against it for support.

 

“Ah, Yugi! Genki*?” Jou knew he just saw his little blonde friend at school a few hours ago, but he still couldn't help asking if he was alright, it was an automatic reaction.

 

“I'm alright, a bit bored though. What are you doing tonight?” Jou bit his bottom lip as he remembered the computer upstairs that was begging to be turned on, and how Shou-kun was already probably waiting for him to talk to.

 

“Well..” He stumbled over his words. “I was just going to get on the computer and do stuff.”

 

“Oh,” Jou wanted to smack himself as he heard the disappointment in his friend's voice. “Well, I was just going to invite you over, grandpa's going to be making okonomiyaki and I just got the new NANA movie.”

 

Jou's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. When did Yugi like NANA? That movie was about a female rock star living with a harajuku fashionista! Jou had all of the manga, and loved the soundtrack that had come out before the movie, but he just didn't get why Yugi of all people had it.

 

“Well,” This meant missing an opportunity to talk to Shou, but he also had to admit that he wasn't really spending any time with Yugi outside of school. “Alright, if you want me to come over, I will!” He smiled as he heard a yelp of joy on the other side of the phone line.

 

“Okay! What time can I expect you?”

 

Jou hummed to himself as he thought. He just needed five minutes to pop on his computer to tell Shou he wasn't going to be home that night.

 

“Can you give me twenty minutes so I can leave a note for dad and so I can pack a bag?”

 

A few seconds later, Jou threw the phone back onto the hook and ran up to his bedroom.

 

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“Seto!” Kaiba jumped as he heard his little brother's voice over the spray of the shower.

 

“Nani*?” He called out. He didn't feel a need to stop; he was in the middle of washing out his conditioner, and didn't think that stopping the water works would cause a problem.

 

“You've got a message on AIM! You're computer speakers are really loud, can you turn them down please, it's hard for me to read!” Seto rolled his eyes. He knew exactly what his brother was reading. He just didn't care enough to stop the boy. He was going to eventually read the stuff anyways. Kaiba realized that he wouldn't be able to keep Mokuba from reading about sexual situations forever. It was better to just let him explore the curiosity…

 

… There was also the point that even if he did try to block those websites from Mokuba's computer, the boy would just be able to bypass and security measure Kaiba could manage to set up for the boy.

 

Seto shut off the water and grabbed a large orange fluffy towel. After ruffling his hair, he tied the towel over his midsection and wadded toward the computer. With the press of a button, a jingle could be heard telling Kaibe the noise was muted. He heard Mokuba whoop with happiness from the new silence that was to come from Seto's mac.

 

Seto smirked at the wall from the direction of Mokuba's room and shook his head before looking back to the almost empty screen. A small box which held messages from “g0ld3n fl4m3” was in the corner.

 

g0ld3n fl4m3: hey, I'm not going to be able to get on AIM tonight, but if you REALLY wanna talk, I've got my cell phone on me, text me if you wanna talk!

 

g0ld3n fl4m3: <3

 

Seto smiled at the fact that Jou left behind a heart. He scrolled down a little bit to find the digits which had to be Jou's cell number and programmed them into his own phone number, under the name “<3Lestat<3”. He almost frowned at the contact name, but he thought it was at least a small amount of cute, so he decided to keep it. He flipped open the phone that cost him nearly one million yen and zipped a message to the blonde before

going downstairs for dinner.

 

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Aki_Yume: w00t! Another chapter done! ^_^ I hope that everyone likes my writing still, since I don't do regular updates like I should >_< Anyway, I live off of reviews! ^____^ So R/R everyone! <3 <3 <3

 

Okay! Vocab time! =D

 

Tadaima: “I'm home!” A common greeting in Japan.

Ramune: A Fizzy Japanese drink that you can purchase at many Asian Markets! =D

Suicide Circle: The tone I'm referring to is the tone used in Suicide Circle, the tune that the band “Dessart” uses called “Mail Me”. xD Come on everyone, sing along! “Mail me! Hayaku kudasaii!” xD hahaha!

Moshi Moshi: When you answer a phone, it's the typical Hello.

Genki: Short for “Genki desu ka.” It's like saying “Is your health fair?”

 

Okay, I can't wait to see you next chapter! ^_^