Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Contrast: Blue ❯ Revealed ( Chapter 5 )

"She did WHAT?!" Otogi was in utter disbelief.

"I'm not kidding. Anzu totally wailed on that guy," Honda insisted.

Otogi whistled as he shook his head. "And this was all just because he grabbed her ass. Man…you weren't kidding when you said she was psycho."

"Better watch it before this `psycho' turns on you too," Anzu warned.

Honda and Otogi nearly jumped. "Jesus! You've got stealth like some kind of ninja!" Honda exclaimed.

Anzu sighed. "Well, I don't see why I'm a psycho just because I decided to beat up on some perverted assclown. Besides, the other girls on the train thought it was pretty cool."

"That's because the girls you associate with are the ones who carry switchblades in their make-up totes," Otogi reprimanded with a slight shudder.

Anzu scoffed as her hands rested on her hips. "I just don't get along with the giggly airheaded types."

"Pro'lly `cause you scare them," Jounouchi interjected as he entered the classroom. The trio's eyes were immediately set upon the dirty blond.

"Hey, hey; someone's in a better mood today," Honda declared. Jounouchi smirked.

"Is Hirano here?" Jounouchi inquired.

"`I'm doing fine, man. Thanks for asking', asshole," Honda replied with a sneer.

Otogi glanced in the direction where Seto was seated. "He's getting his beauty sleep."

Jounouchi stroked his chin with the pad of his thumb as if he were pondering. "Well, I need him to wake up…hurl a die at him or something."

Otogi raised a brow at scrappy blond. "And wind up getting my arms broken? Later for you, man."

"Fine, if that's how yer gonna be…Anzu; gimme a sheet of paper." Jounouchi held out his hand.

"I don't like where this is goin'," Honda stated as he looked away.

Anzu tore out a sheet of paper from her spiral notebook, and nearly handed the sheet to Jounouchi before instantly whipping it away from his wanting hand. "You state me as an accomplice, and I'll have your balls."

Jounouchi rolled his amber eyes. "You have my _word_ that I'll take the full blame, 100%." Anzu nodded, and handed Jounouchi the sheet.

"'Sides, don't want yer switchblade packin' friends comin' after my ass," Jounouchi muttered as he crumpled the paper and wadded it into a tight ball.

"I hope you don't mind losing the use of your limbs for a while," Honda jested as he leaned against the teacher's desk.

"Please; boy's too tired to do nuthin' to me!" Jounouchi shut his left eye so he could properly aim the paper-ball, and after making a confirmation, he threw the ball-

"Snap, crackle, pop," Anzu stated innocently.

--and the lithe pale right hand of Seto Hirano had sprung up and caught the small projectile as if on instinct.

Honda, Anzu, and Otogi were breathing a sigh of relief as Jounouchi shot a perplexed glare at the brunet. "I thought you were asleep."

"Asshole," Seto swore as he threw the paper-ball back. Jounouchi caught it with ease. "I was merely resting my eyes."

"Would drooling be a part of `resting your eyes'?" Jounouchi grinned.

Seto glared at him. "I am really not in the mood to put up with you, mutt. I won't even bother asking you why you're annoying me in the first place because I already know, so let's just get to the point-my office, during gym class. You know where it is." He paused. "Of course, even if you didn't, you could sniff me out."

"You know, I'm really getting fed up with your little dog cracks. Just where do you go comparin' me to a dog anyway?" Jounouchi demanded.

"My office, during gym. If you want me to repeat myself one more time, I'll have to ask for payment in the form of dislocating your arm." Seto lowered his head onto the desk, "resting his eyes" once again.

"Honestly, I don't know why you start trouble with that bitch," Anzu whispered.

Jounouchi smirked. "I'm starting to have fun with it."

Anzu held her hand to her head as if she was suffering from a headache. "You really are something else, you know that, right?"

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It was time for gym class, and Jounouchi knew to take that time to seek Seto at his office to have another little talk with him. *I bet he's still a little pissed off about the fight…man, if he ever found out what really happened, he'd probably murder me…*

He slowed down to a sneak as he made his way towards the corner. He leaned against the brick wall and slowly moved towards the edge and sniffed the air to catch a whiff of burning tobacco and cloves. He smirked and then peeked over the corner to see what Seto was up to.

The dirty blond was not completely surprised in the least at the activity that Seto immersed himself in. The brunet was reading his book, as he usually did, while taking the occasional drag of his black cigarette. The only thing that appeared unusual to Jounouchi was the headphones that Seto was wearing. He turned away from the corner, and shrugged his shoulders.

"Stop sniffing around and just enter my office already, mutt."

Jounouchi jumped; he hated it when Seto surprised him like that! He quickly retained his composure, and assumed his "usual" stance of pocketed hands and a slouched back. He turned the corner, and cocked his head in a greeting gesture.

"Yo." Jounouchi grinned.

Seto sneered at Jounouchi as he pressed a button on his CD player to interrupt the current song it was playing, and rested a bookmark into his book before shutting it and placing it onto his lap.

Jounouchi noticed a CD case that was lying next to Seto. He tried to make out the words on it-his English skills were rather lacking-but he managed to figure out the name of the band: Joe Satriani. He raised a brow. "I had no idea that you were the type to listen to music," Jounouchi stated casually.

"Nothing that you're into," Seto coolly replied. "So, shall we just get this over with?"

Jounouchi lifted a brow. "What; you wanna fight?"

Seto sighed; there was a hint of annoyance in the sigh. "Everything's just a fight with you, isn't it? No. What I mean is that you know something, and you know something that pertains to me, so just say it already."

"Yeah, yeah," Jounouchi dismissed as he leaned against the wall and folded his arms. "No; it has nothin' to do with that. I just wanted to talk about that time I tried to ambush you."

Seto wore his trademark smirk. "You're looking to get a rematch, aren't you?"

Jounouchi gave a slight nod. "Hell yeah I am."

Seto took a moment to stretch his back; his lithe arms were outstretched, and Jounouchi noticed a pair of oversized wristbands the boy was wearing. Seto glanced at Jounouchi. "Well, I certainly wouldn't consider it a `rematch' considering that it was merely an ambush that wound up working against your favour. Perhaps it would be better to term it as just a regular match?"

Jounouchi glared at Seto and sneered. "Tch; smart-ass. Sure; we can just do it up like our first real match." *More like second…*

"Very well. Although traditionally it is the challenged that chooses the time and location, I am going to leave all that entirely up to you."

For a few moments, the two boys stared at each other as if they were trying to read each other's thoughts.

Finally, Jounouchi spoke up. "All right…how about today, six p.m., at the basketball court over by the Seven-Eleven? It'll just be you and me; no spectators whatsoever since I know you don't like to show off yer style and all."

"How very considerate of you," Seto replied in an almost sardonic tone of voice. "I will agree to meet with you at the allocated time and location. I promise that I won't hurt you too badly." He smirked, but it was the more venomous smirk that Jounouchi hated.

Jounouchi removed himself from the wall, his grin still plastered on his face. "Great. I look forward to giving you the fight of your life, Hirano." He waved as he turned around and walked away from the "office".

"I am merely doing this because it will shut you up," Seto reminded as he opened his book.

"Sure; whatever you say! Just be sure you show up in that hot leather number you were wearing the other night!"

The instant those words were spoken, Seto's book and cigarette fell to the ground as his eyes were widened with a mix surprise and realization; he turned his gaze over to Jounouchi's retreating form.

"Oh, and be sure to leave that platinum wig at home! You look better as a brunet!"

*Fuck.*

AUTHOR'S RAMBLINGS

Originally, I wanted to introduce Mokuba in this chapter but as I wrote the scene, it bothered me because I felt it was perhaps "too soon" to introduce Mokuba…the scene was that of Jounouchi going to an arcade, and meeting Mokuba there when he beats Jou at a game…and having read this chapter, I'm sure you'll agree that that scene would have interrupted the flow of the story. But no worries; Mokuba WILL make his appearance soon-for now, I simply want the focus to be that Jounouchi is looking to fight Kaiba, and Kaiba just finds him annoying, in a fun sort of way.

This chapter doesn't really do much as far as advancing the story goes, and I apologise for that. If I combined this chapter with the next, it might have been too long (though if I ever put out an HTML version on my website, you better believe I'll combine 5 and 6). Hopefully, despite the lack of story advancement, you'll notice a few changes in the boys' attitude that will definitely set the scene for 6.

And yes; there is yet ANOTHER fight that is to occur in the next chapter-I know what you're thinking: "Hey, Shadow Ivy! You said this fic would have a Jou/Kai pairing! When the hell are they gonna stop fighting, and start loving?" Well, I promise you that in the next chapter, the latter will definitely start up-in fact, the next chapter will definitely plant the seeds for some of the more crucial plot points for CONTRAST: Blue. As I stated back in the start of the series, I wanted Jounouchi and Kaiba to _develop_ their relationship rather than just jump right into it as I've seen most fics do. Granted, development can be a "turn off" to some people, but for those of you that have stuck to this series and continue to do so, I appreciate it, and your patience over the soon-to-be-budding relationship between Jounouchi and Kaiba will be rewarded.

Anyway, I hope y'all continue reading, and for those that have been reviewing, I give you my thanks! *toast*

P.S. And yes; there _are_ Seven-Elevens in Japan.