Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Contradictions ❯ Now ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: falsechaos 
Walking in the park and living in the moment. Not to mention papercuts.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.08.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 336 | Status: Work In Progress
Walking in the park and living in the moment. Not to mention papercuts.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.08.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 336 | Status: Work In Progress
Contradictions
ch 2: Now
by: falsechaos
falsechaos@mail.com
Shounen-ai. ^_^ Enjoy.
Honda was bleeding. He sucked lightly at his finger, trying to stop the flow. The report in front of him remained oblivious to the glare he was casting its way. It was a shallow cut, as most papercuts are, but Honda hated the sight of blood. Lousy report. At least it was passing. He tossed the report over to Jounouchi's desk, where it landed with a flat *plop!* in front of his friend.
The blond jerked away, startled, from the conversation he was carrying with another student. Jou pointed at the paper. "What's this?"
"The report, stupid," Honda replied with rough affection. "It passed. We won't have Niwa-san again next year. Barely."
"Yeah, that's good." An awkward pause. "What'd we get?"
"I meant it when I said barely. We're five points above failing." Jou didn't bother to reply. Honda scowled. "Never mind." He turned away, his shoulders stiff, and rustled into his backpack with a glare marring his expression. He sat back with a huff and shoved his face into a manga he had dug out. Still with the avoidance! 'Sensitive topic, Hiroto, don't freak Jou out.' That last bit had become something of a mantra the last few days. Don't freak Jou out. Don't freak Jou out. Don't freak Jou out.
Every casual arm thrown around Jou's shoulders, every spat that involved them in each other's faces, every possible comment (no matter how innocent) had to be watched. Just so he wouldn't freak Jou out. Honda remembered how, the next day, Jounouchi wasn't even able to look him in the face without flushing. Not a blush, no, for once Jou's behavior wasn't that obvious. Just a sudden warm color to his face. Just amber eyes flared wide. Just slightly parted lips. Almost like he *wanted* to say something, but didn't dare.
Honda had noticed, really noticed for the first time, how unmistakably *oral* Jou was. He nibbled on anything. His pencil. His thumbnail. His knuckles. Jou bared his teeth all the time, grinning or scowling. (Not that there was much grinning now.) He bit his lower lip when concentrating on a particularly harsh math problem. Honda noticed all of that now.
Color flooded his own face. *He* had been the oral one when they had-- Honda swallowed. Couldn't define it properly just right now. The scowl returned to his face. Why was he the only dealing with this? He was possessed by a sudden urge to jump up and grab Jou's shoulders and scream into the boy's face, "We had *SEX,* alright? Now let's deal with that, alright?!" That would go over well in class. Honda suppressed a snicker. That would certainly give Niwa-san a reason not to be happy with them.
The bell bleated its mindlessly happy little song. Students all around Honda jumped up and grabbed backpacks and books. Conversation rose suddenly. Niwa-san stood in front of the door, much to the dismay of several students. "Now remember class, have a nice spring break, but don't forget that reading list I gave you! Choose one book from the list--" Her voice rose suddenly, to be heard over the collective groan of the class. "Choose one book from the list and be prepared to give a short oral report when we get back. Now have fun, everyone!"
Honda shoved the manga back into his pack and hefted it over his shoulder. Damn thing was heavy with schoolwork that had to be done over break. Teachers didn't know the meaning of break, or didn't care. Honda leaned more towards the latter. He stood by his desk, waiting for Jounouchi. The other boy was silent as he gathered up his own items. They left the classroom without saying a word to one another.
The silence clung to them as they walked off school ground. Jounouchi and Honda cut through the park instead of walking around it. This would bring them to the street corner where they would part ways that much sooner. Three days since that night. Twice Jou had cut *through* the park without looking to see if Honda would follow. No, wait, today would make that *three* times. 'And Anzu says I'm hopeless in math,' Honda thought bitterly to himself.
'I hate this. I hate this silence. I hate the shrugs whenever I talk to him. I hate those lame excuses he makes so we won't be left alone in the same room together.' Words ran bitter through his mind. 'I even think I hate Jou just a little bit, because he keeps running from this.' Every time Honda said, "About the other night..." a dead quiet would settle over the blond's normally animated demeanor. And Honda would change the subject, not wanting freak Jou out.
Maybe it was *time* to freak Jou out. If only so Honda could sleep quietly tonight.
He stopped suddenly. The heavy bag dropped from Honda's back and landed with an indignent thump on the ground. He saw Jou look over his shoulder. The blond stared back at him. Honda spoke quietly, but he knew Jounouchi heard every word. "You said, 'Not now.' " He licked his lips nervously (a habit he had picked up from Jou recently?). "Guess what? This 'now' seems as good as any to me."
Jounouchi glared at him. "I gotta get home. Mom and Shizuka'll be over sometime this week and the place is a mess."
"It can wait; I can't," Honda replied bluntly.
"Can't or won't?"
"Take your pick."
"Some other time." The blond's expression softened slightly, "This is important to me. I'll meet you at the game shop tomorrow."
Honda stepped forward and pushed Jounouchi against a nearby tree. Another backpack became acquainted with the grass. He stood as close to Jou as he dared. Not close enough. Not far enough away. "And what's gonna come up tomorrow? And the day after that?" he asked gently of the startled blond before him. He didn't know what he was doing, didn't even know what exactly he hoped to hear. He just knew that he wanted Jou to stop running.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't know. But we've had this conversation, haven't we?"
An arm's length away. Closer and he'd be too close. Farther and *he* would be the one looking to escape. Again the flushed look. Wide amber eyes. Slightly parted lips. An open, hunted look. But now..? Those eyes narrowed. Lips revealed teeth in an unconcious snarl. But the color still tinted Jou's skin.
Honda felt himself shoved roughly to the ground. He landed with a huff, the air knocked out of him for a moment. If he'd known it was coming, he could have dodged, or at least *fallen* right. He looked up to glare at Jou. The blond had already picked up his backpack and was almost sprinting away. Honda got to his feet and dashed after Jounouchi. Now the blond *was* running. Honda reached out and seized a wrist that was suddenly within his grasp. Jou staggered suddenly, and Honda tumbled into him, the two boys barely remaining upright.
And suddenly Honda didn't care about distance, wasn't close enough. Jounouchi was clutching his shoulders, trying to remain standing. Honda still gripped the other boy's wrist with one hand. He rested the other on Jou's cheek. Close and too close. It didn't really matter any more. Jou froze under the gentle touch and intense gaze. Honda leaned foreward without really meaning to. He stopped. Was this--?
"What do you want?" Jou whispered. Simple question.
"You." Simple answer. 'Yeah, *this* is what I want,' Honda thought in a sudden moment of clarity. And he did. The heat, the startled pounding of his heart, the feeling of the boy in his arms, *this* was what he wanted. He wanted Katsuya. Not Jou, his buddy, his best friend. He wanted Katsuya, the suddenly precious stranger before him. Honda leaned foreward and kissed the blond, noting every detail to memory. The future was uncertain. This was now.
He had to tilt his head down ever-so-slightly to meet Katsuya's lips. The blond froze and didn't respond at first. Honda kept the kiss dry and chaste enough to satisfy a nun. The way he wrapped his arm around Katsuya's waist and pulled him close wouldn't have been approved of. But he might have gotten away with releasing his hold on the other boy's wrist and grasping his hand. Honda just hoped that no one was around, approving nun or not.
After a few moments, he pulled back slightly. Katsuya's eyes ('He has beautiful eyes.') were wide. Honda leaned forward to whisper in the blond's ear. "The sky didn't fall, Katsuya, the world didn't end. I kissed you, and the world didn't end."
"Fuck," Katsuya swore softly. He closed what little distance remained between him and Honda and rested his head on the brunette's shoulder. "This messes everything up, you know?" His voice was muffled into Honda's jacket.
"Yeah. But maybe that's okay, right?" Honda put his arms around Katsuya and rubbed small circles around his shoulder blades. The soft motions seemed to calm the other boy slightly. "Maybe we don't *have* to know what's going on." He tilted his head towards Katsuya's. "Maybe we should just go with it for now."
The blond stepped back from Honda. No touching of lips or limbs, but the heat of the other's body remained tangible to both boys. Katsuya swallowed and looked at Honda, trying to marshal his thoughts into something coherent. "I can't-- I mean I don't--" He squeezed his eyes shut and balled his hands into fists to hang limply at his sides. "What I feel, it's not-- Why did you-- For that matter, why did I--" He gave up. "I gotta figure this out, Honda," he finished at last.
"I'll stick around. For when you do."
"I'd like that." Katsuya, Jounouchi once again, picked up his backpack and headed home.
Honda grabbed his own pack and walked in silence. The world hadn't ended after all, only changed. He reached his family's house not long after leaving the park. He exchanged pleasent words with his parents, laughing at his father's wildly exaggerated woes of work. He helped dix dinner and clean the dishes afterwards. He watched a movie with his older brother visiting for the week from his college. Normal. Safe. He went upstairs to work on Niwatori-san's reading list. Dry book, but he got through the first few chapters.
He hissed when he cut another finger on the edge of a page. He touched a single fingertip to his lips. He pulled it back a moment and stared at the liquid there. Honda sucked lightly at his finger again. He was, after all, still bleeding.
In more ways than one.
ch 2: Now
by: falsechaos
falsechaos@mail.com
Shounen-ai. ^_^ Enjoy.
Honda was bleeding. He sucked lightly at his finger, trying to stop the flow. The report in front of him remained oblivious to the glare he was casting its way. It was a shallow cut, as most papercuts are, but Honda hated the sight of blood. Lousy report. At least it was passing. He tossed the report over to Jounouchi's desk, where it landed with a flat *plop!* in front of his friend.
The blond jerked away, startled, from the conversation he was carrying with another student. Jou pointed at the paper. "What's this?"
"The report, stupid," Honda replied with rough affection. "It passed. We won't have Niwa-san again next year. Barely."
"Yeah, that's good." An awkward pause. "What'd we get?"
"I meant it when I said barely. We're five points above failing." Jou didn't bother to reply. Honda scowled. "Never mind." He turned away, his shoulders stiff, and rustled into his backpack with a glare marring his expression. He sat back with a huff and shoved his face into a manga he had dug out. Still with the avoidance! 'Sensitive topic, Hiroto, don't freak Jou out.' That last bit had become something of a mantra the last few days. Don't freak Jou out. Don't freak Jou out. Don't freak Jou out.
Every casual arm thrown around Jou's shoulders, every spat that involved them in each other's faces, every possible comment (no matter how innocent) had to be watched. Just so he wouldn't freak Jou out. Honda remembered how, the next day, Jounouchi wasn't even able to look him in the face without flushing. Not a blush, no, for once Jou's behavior wasn't that obvious. Just a sudden warm color to his face. Just amber eyes flared wide. Just slightly parted lips. Almost like he *wanted* to say something, but didn't dare.
Honda had noticed, really noticed for the first time, how unmistakably *oral* Jou was. He nibbled on anything. His pencil. His thumbnail. His knuckles. Jou bared his teeth all the time, grinning or scowling. (Not that there was much grinning now.) He bit his lower lip when concentrating on a particularly harsh math problem. Honda noticed all of that now.
Color flooded his own face. *He* had been the oral one when they had-- Honda swallowed. Couldn't define it properly just right now. The scowl returned to his face. Why was he the only dealing with this? He was possessed by a sudden urge to jump up and grab Jou's shoulders and scream into the boy's face, "We had *SEX,* alright? Now let's deal with that, alright?!" That would go over well in class. Honda suppressed a snicker. That would certainly give Niwa-san a reason not to be happy with them.
The bell bleated its mindlessly happy little song. Students all around Honda jumped up and grabbed backpacks and books. Conversation rose suddenly. Niwa-san stood in front of the door, much to the dismay of several students. "Now remember class, have a nice spring break, but don't forget that reading list I gave you! Choose one book from the list--" Her voice rose suddenly, to be heard over the collective groan of the class. "Choose one book from the list and be prepared to give a short oral report when we get back. Now have fun, everyone!"
Honda shoved the manga back into his pack and hefted it over his shoulder. Damn thing was heavy with schoolwork that had to be done over break. Teachers didn't know the meaning of break, or didn't care. Honda leaned more towards the latter. He stood by his desk, waiting for Jounouchi. The other boy was silent as he gathered up his own items. They left the classroom without saying a word to one another.
The silence clung to them as they walked off school ground. Jounouchi and Honda cut through the park instead of walking around it. This would bring them to the street corner where they would part ways that much sooner. Three days since that night. Twice Jou had cut *through* the park without looking to see if Honda would follow. No, wait, today would make that *three* times. 'And Anzu says I'm hopeless in math,' Honda thought bitterly to himself.
'I hate this. I hate this silence. I hate the shrugs whenever I talk to him. I hate those lame excuses he makes so we won't be left alone in the same room together.' Words ran bitter through his mind. 'I even think I hate Jou just a little bit, because he keeps running from this.' Every time Honda said, "About the other night..." a dead quiet would settle over the blond's normally animated demeanor. And Honda would change the subject, not wanting freak Jou out.
Maybe it was *time* to freak Jou out. If only so Honda could sleep quietly tonight.
He stopped suddenly. The heavy bag dropped from Honda's back and landed with an indignent thump on the ground. He saw Jou look over his shoulder. The blond stared back at him. Honda spoke quietly, but he knew Jounouchi heard every word. "You said, 'Not now.' " He licked his lips nervously (a habit he had picked up from Jou recently?). "Guess what? This 'now' seems as good as any to me."
Jounouchi glared at him. "I gotta get home. Mom and Shizuka'll be over sometime this week and the place is a mess."
"It can wait; I can't," Honda replied bluntly.
"Can't or won't?"
"Take your pick."
"Some other time." The blond's expression softened slightly, "This is important to me. I'll meet you at the game shop tomorrow."
Honda stepped forward and pushed Jounouchi against a nearby tree. Another backpack became acquainted with the grass. He stood as close to Jou as he dared. Not close enough. Not far enough away. "And what's gonna come up tomorrow? And the day after that?" he asked gently of the startled blond before him. He didn't know what he was doing, didn't even know what exactly he hoped to hear. He just knew that he wanted Jou to stop running.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't know. But we've had this conversation, haven't we?"
An arm's length away. Closer and he'd be too close. Farther and *he* would be the one looking to escape. Again the flushed look. Wide amber eyes. Slightly parted lips. An open, hunted look. But now..? Those eyes narrowed. Lips revealed teeth in an unconcious snarl. But the color still tinted Jou's skin.
Honda felt himself shoved roughly to the ground. He landed with a huff, the air knocked out of him for a moment. If he'd known it was coming, he could have dodged, or at least *fallen* right. He looked up to glare at Jou. The blond had already picked up his backpack and was almost sprinting away. Honda got to his feet and dashed after Jounouchi. Now the blond *was* running. Honda reached out and seized a wrist that was suddenly within his grasp. Jou staggered suddenly, and Honda tumbled into him, the two boys barely remaining upright.
And suddenly Honda didn't care about distance, wasn't close enough. Jounouchi was clutching his shoulders, trying to remain standing. Honda still gripped the other boy's wrist with one hand. He rested the other on Jou's cheek. Close and too close. It didn't really matter any more. Jou froze under the gentle touch and intense gaze. Honda leaned foreward without really meaning to. He stopped. Was this--?
"What do you want?" Jou whispered. Simple question.
"You." Simple answer. 'Yeah, *this* is what I want,' Honda thought in a sudden moment of clarity. And he did. The heat, the startled pounding of his heart, the feeling of the boy in his arms, *this* was what he wanted. He wanted Katsuya. Not Jou, his buddy, his best friend. He wanted Katsuya, the suddenly precious stranger before him. Honda leaned foreward and kissed the blond, noting every detail to memory. The future was uncertain. This was now.
He had to tilt his head down ever-so-slightly to meet Katsuya's lips. The blond froze and didn't respond at first. Honda kept the kiss dry and chaste enough to satisfy a nun. The way he wrapped his arm around Katsuya's waist and pulled him close wouldn't have been approved of. But he might have gotten away with releasing his hold on the other boy's wrist and grasping his hand. Honda just hoped that no one was around, approving nun or not.
After a few moments, he pulled back slightly. Katsuya's eyes ('He has beautiful eyes.') were wide. Honda leaned forward to whisper in the blond's ear. "The sky didn't fall, Katsuya, the world didn't end. I kissed you, and the world didn't end."
"Fuck," Katsuya swore softly. He closed what little distance remained between him and Honda and rested his head on the brunette's shoulder. "This messes everything up, you know?" His voice was muffled into Honda's jacket.
"Yeah. But maybe that's okay, right?" Honda put his arms around Katsuya and rubbed small circles around his shoulder blades. The soft motions seemed to calm the other boy slightly. "Maybe we don't *have* to know what's going on." He tilted his head towards Katsuya's. "Maybe we should just go with it for now."
The blond stepped back from Honda. No touching of lips or limbs, but the heat of the other's body remained tangible to both boys. Katsuya swallowed and looked at Honda, trying to marshal his thoughts into something coherent. "I can't-- I mean I don't--" He squeezed his eyes shut and balled his hands into fists to hang limply at his sides. "What I feel, it's not-- Why did you-- For that matter, why did I--" He gave up. "I gotta figure this out, Honda," he finished at last.
"I'll stick around. For when you do."
"I'd like that." Katsuya, Jounouchi once again, picked up his backpack and headed home.
Honda grabbed his own pack and walked in silence. The world hadn't ended after all, only changed. He reached his family's house not long after leaving the park. He exchanged pleasent words with his parents, laughing at his father's wildly exaggerated woes of work. He helped dix dinner and clean the dishes afterwards. He watched a movie with his older brother visiting for the week from his college. Normal. Safe. He went upstairs to work on Niwatori-san's reading list. Dry book, but he got through the first few chapters.
He hissed when he cut another finger on the edge of a page. He touched a single fingertip to his lips. He pulled it back a moment and stared at the liquid there. Honda sucked lightly at his finger again. He was, after all, still bleeding.
In more ways than one.