Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Contrast: Blue ❯ Blond Under Stress ( Chapter 10 )

INTERLUDE

A match was struck to life, its flame giving its own life to a large red candle before being shaken to death and listlessly tossed aside. The light provided by the candle illuminated the room just enough for the person to navigate through without walking into something, though the room merely contained a modestly sized table and chair, a bed, and a nightstand with a lamp by its side. The bulb had burnt out and the owner of the establishment had not cared enough to change it, so the person had to make do with a candle he had purchased earlier in the day.

On the table laid a rifle with a scope attached on the top-undoubtedly a sniper's rifle, two handguns; a Desert Eagle and a CZ-75, two combat knives, about twelve loaded gun clips and magazines, and a kit for cleaning the handguns.

The figure walked over to a wall, pinning against it a 4x4 sized colour photograph. He then walked back towards the table, took hold of his sniping rifle and aimed it at the picture, the red-dot laser indicating where the bullet would land once the trigger was pulled. The figure's right gray eye closed tightly in order to aim properly as his right index finger hovered just millimeters above the trigger in anticipation.

He pulled the trigger, but no shot was fired. He had not intended to actually fire a shot for he left the gun unloaded--he was simply testing his aim and his ability to actually shoot his target. His lips curled into a smile as he walked up to the photograph and yanked it from the wall, his emotionless ash eyes fixated upon the photograph.

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CHAPTER TEN: Blond Under Stress

"Hi…Hirano?" Jounouchi could not believe the sight that lay in front of him. The brunet had managed to defeat the hulking brute with seemingly little effort…

"You're staring at him; yes," Seto replied with an arrogant tone. He unfolded his arms and rested them upon his hips.

Jounouchi appeared to be quite surprised by the ensemble that Seto was wearing. He wore an ebony top that exposed much more of his large chest than any other outfit Jounouchi had ever seen him wear before. The top was decorated with an oversized collar that matched the colour of the top save for the contours, which were outlined with a blue plastic trim; below the collar was a blue zipper that could only be zipped up to where Seto's chest ended, allowing for the extra exposure. The cuffs of the long sleeves were unbuttoned, creating a loose and flowing appearance.

The pants matched the top perfectly. The lose-rise button-up pants were tight on the upper legs and flared out past the knees, giving it an appearance like "bell-bottom" style pants. There were zippers that rested at the base of the knees, their purpose to control how much "flare" were given to the pants. From the base of the knee to the end was a strip of blue material, creating a triangular shape against the black of the pants. On each side of the legs were three 2-inch wide strips of blue plastic that ran from his hips to where his thighs ended.

Jounouchi whistled. "That's quite some outfit." He realized what he had just said and literally shook his head as if he was trying to get the comment out of his head. "Wh-what I mean is…how did ya find me?"

"By chance, if you can believe it," Seto casually answered as he folded his arms again. "I had been trying to find you, but I had no idea where you were. I was ready to give up and wait until Monday when I saw a group of punks heading towards an alley, and I figured if there was a fight surely _you_ couldn't be far behind." He smiled.

"Ya know, yer not the first to say that about me."

"I doubt I'll be the last."

Jounouchi sneered as he swiped his blue denim jacket from the ground. "Heh. So just why did ya want to see me anyway?"

"I came here seeking a rematch with you, plain and simple."

Jounouchi raised a brow. "Is that all? Shit; much as I'd like to go for it, this just isn't the time. Besides, won't you pass out?"

Seto narrowed his eyes. "Not this time."

"You sound so sure."

"I am," Seto insisted as he inspected his finely manicured fingernails.

"Well, this ain't the time to do it. `Sides, I got a battle tomorrow; why not just challenge me then?"

"I have personal matters to attend to tomorrow."

Jounouchi raised a thick brow. "Business, huh? What kinda business?"

"None of yours."

"Tch. By the way, ya gonna give me that jacket back, right? I rather like that thing." Jounouchi paused as he glanced at his denim jacket. "Poor bastard. Eh; I could patch that up."

"Why don't I take care of that for you?" Seto offered, his head purposely facing a different direction.

"I'm sorry…did ya just offer to do somethin' nice for me?"

"Hn. Don't get your hopes up. I'm simply repaying that debt I owe for that jacket you lent to me."

Jounouchi snickered.

"And just what is so funny?" Seto demanded as he folded his arms.

"It's just…Oh man," Jounouchi shook his head. "You totally had a human moment there. Who knew that Seto Hirano could have a _human_ moment?"

"Don't get used to it," Seto stated flatly as he snatched the jacket from Jounouchi. "I know someone that can get this fixed, and I'll have it for you Monday."

Jounouchi put on a modest smile as his hands rested in his back pockets. "Must be the same person that did up your school uniform, huh?" He felt something in the right pocket, triggering a reminder. "Oh! By the way, I have somethin' that belongs to ya.."

Seto raised a quizzical brow as Jounouchi dug into his pocket, pulling out an object and promptly tossing it towards Seto. Seto nonchalantly held up his right forearm in a forty-five degree angle, palm forward as the object landed directly onto his hand. His thin fingers quickly enclosed around the object to ensure that it would not fall, then held his hand in front of him and quickly uncurled his fingers to see what the object was. He appeared surprised.

"Ya know, consderin' how pissed off ya were when I took that, I would think that you'd be after me to get that back."

Seto shot a glare at Jounouchi as he attached the locket around his neck. "I had expected you to slip it into your jacket when you lent it to me…I figured that would have been your only alibi for lending it to me in the first place, but I can see that I was-" he found the next word to be rather difficult to say. "-wrong."

"You? Wrong?" Jounouchi took a pause to chuckle. "So, there's really such a thing with you? Man, you really must be human!"

Seto smirked rather coyly as he slowly turned around. "Hn. If you're finished, then I shall be going."

"Wait; I have to ask you one more thing."

Seto glanced over his shoulder. "Hrm?"

Jounouchi hunched over, placing his hands into his pockets and looking in the opposite direction, a shade of blush on his cheeks. "What…do you…"

"What do I…?" Seto trailed; he did not appear amused as he frowned.

"What do you…think…of me?"

Seto's unreadable stare made the dirty blond nervous, but he braced himself for the sardonic answer that was sure to come.

Seto took a deep breath. "Jounouchi Katsuya…I think…I think that you are loud, annoying, and I find your brashness an easy target for my own amusement." He curled his lips into a wicked smile.

Jounouchi appeared surprised. "R-really? That's all?"

"What; you expected me to say that I find you hot and that I want you to fuck me?" Seto scoffed rhetorically as he continued his departure.

Jounouchi laughed. "Oh, shit! If ya said that, I'd have to punch ya!" He quickly glanced away, his laugh descending into nervousness. *If ya did say that and meant it, I just might not be able t'sleep fer the rest of my life!*

"I just got a new thought, puppy," Seto declared. "I think you need to lay off of the blond dye."

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