Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Contrast: Blue ❯ Smack Talk ( Chapter 3 )

If there was one thing about Domino High that Anzu was thankful for, it was the fact that the teachers and administrative staff trusted her enough that they didn't put her under much scrutiny like they did the more delinquent students like Jounouchi and Honda. She was certainly thanking this fact as she snuck out of the gymnasium to find Seto's "office".

*Why would he have an office behind the school anyway?* She had asked herself as she approached the building. She suddenly realized that before she should turn the corner and enter this supposed "office", she should readjust her gym shorts as they were starting to bunch up at her rear, placing an unnecessary emphasis on her back end. She had hated those gym shorts and had a feeling that they gave her a pair that was one size too small on purpose. She wasn't sure why she should worry about this in front of him since he didn't seem to be interested in girls, or in anything that wasn't a book, anyway.

She turned the corner of the building and was met by the smell of burning tobacco and cloves. She immediately noticed Seto Hirano. He was sitting down, back leaning against the building, his nose buried in that same book he had been reading since he had arrived at the school. His lips were wrapped around a black cigarette, thus solving the mystery of the burning tobacco and cloves.

"So, you came after all," Seto stated.

Anzu placed her hands on her hips. "Some office."

"Yes; but this is only my third day here," Seto reminded.

Anzu cocked a brow. "I can see that sincerity isn't your best attribute."

"Said the pot to the kettle," Seto noted, closing his book shut. "Mazaki, perhaps you should get to the reason as to why you are here. This is about that puppy-"

Anzu leaned forward. "Jounouchi."

"Jooooeeee-noooo-cheeee." Seto smirked. "He's still upset over yesterday, isn't he? He really ought to get over that."

Anzu snorted. "You know, he already has enough shit going on in his life that he doesn't need you to go stirring trouble."

"Then he needs to get a better backbone. Life's a bitch, Mazaki-"

"And you are the biggest bitch of them all, Hirano," Anzu finished. "You see; that was my reason for talking to you. Whatever problem you have with Jounouchi, you can take it to him. But I'm here to tell you that you are the worst bitch I ever met."

Seto stared at her momentarily, before opening his book and placing most of his attention to it once more. "I've been called many things Mazaki, but I must admit that `bitch' is new to me."

Anzu had already begun to walk away, her hips slightly swinging as she walked. "Well maybe you should get accustomed to it, Hirano!"

Seto simply shrugged her words off; he had been called many things before so being insulted directly to his face was nothing new, but being called a bitch certainly was. But it was simply another word for him, and such words were meaningless. He was, however, thankful that she didn't feed him a speech about friendship.

He was barely starting on the thirteenth page he had been reading since arriving at his "office" when a shadow blocked his light.

His eyes remained on the book. "Please remove yourself from my light at once."

He heard the sound of someone sucking at their teeth. "I'll remove myself from your light when you remove that stick from yer ass."

Seto half-smiled; he knew immediately who the voice belonged to. He looked up. "So you did recover from your little depression after all, Jounouchi." That venomous smirk was on his face once again.

Jounouchi sneered at the mocking tone to which Seto took to his name. "What the hell are you talkin' about…I'm still feelin' rather shitty. I'm only here because I figured that the best thing to do was to confront you directly rather than sit on my ass and mope about it all day."

Seto closed his book once again. "So the puppy isn't entirely stupid after all. Heh; and here I thought there was nothing that this snake pit of a school could teach me." He paused. "By the way, when you say `confront', do you mean that you want me to hand you your ass again?"

Jounouchi snorted. "Nice one, wise-ass. I just want to know why you've been singling me out since you got here."

"Well, maybe it's because I find you loud. I don't like loud people," Kaiba dismissed.

"That's a really shitty reason."

Seto took a moment to take a rather long drag on his cigarette before returning his gaze to the blond. "You know something, don't you? I really have no tolerance for people that beat around the bush, so if you have something to say, say it."

It was then that Jounouchi smiled. "Yeah; I know something alright. I know that you're not all who you seem to be, Hirano."

Seto stared at Jounouchi rather blankly. "Is that all? You came here based on some hunch?" He paused. "If this is based on the fact that you're still upset because I handed you your ass yesterday, you're wasting your time."

Jounouchi nodded. "Actually, it DOES have something to do with yesterday."

Seto's azure eyes narrowed. Jounouchi's smile remained; that look almost seemed to trouble Seto. "I am gonna to tell you a little about myself, Hirano. I'm a fighter. I'm pretty damn good at it, especially when I'm really into it. And I make money doin' it `cause it pays real well, especially when yer good at it. You see, I was working the other night, and someone called me out. He had a stature that was very similar to yours and he used the same arm-lock maneuver that you used on me. Okay, so maybe his voice was deeper and he was taller, but I think I'm onto something with all this."

A hint of a scowl showed upon Seto's face upon hearing Jounouchi's testimony. He slowly rose to his feet, and stepped directly up to the blond, who was wearing a very smug expression.

Seto took a final drag from his cigarette before flicking it onto the ground. "Jounouchi, you simply have too much free time on your hands. Given my attitude, it is not unusual for people to try to attack me. Yes; I studied Aikido, but simply for self-defense and not for show. I can safely assume that you carry out your little fights during the nighttime, correct?" He mercilessly crushed the dying cigarette with his boot.

"…Yeah. We do our fights at night." Jounouchi's lips formed a line; he knew Seto was merely trying to turn this around on him.

"Okay, then!" Seto exclaimed, a raised index finger directing Jounouchi to remain silent for a moment longer. "Then perhaps you were unable to get a good enough look at this person. Better yet, perhaps you have been so angry and surprised lately, that it's fucking with your better judgment…if you had a better judgment to begin with anyway. And, your contradiction about this person's height and voice renders your suspicious questionable, at best."

Jounouchi threw his hands into the air. "Well I guess I give up, then. Shows what I know when it comes to followin' a hunch."

Seto smirked, though the smirk appeared to be more relieved than venomous. "I would give you a biscuit for the effort, but instead I shall return your precious lighter to you." He tossed the small shiny object back to Jounouchi, and immediately walked away.

Jounouchi stared at the lighter momentarily, the metal still warm from being on Seto for a prolonged amount of time. He then turned his attention towards the other teen, and smirked. It appeared that his hunch was a turn in a lucky direction, and that was precisely what the blond needed.

Seto on the other hand was less than satisfied. *He shouldn't have been able to figure me out so soon.I should have spent more time observing his behaviour before I carried this all out and now my carelessness has cost me. It's best that I take this to the next level.*

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