Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Follow the Dragon ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

“Follow the Dragon”

Written and edited by: JoeysGal and F_D_C2003

Rating: NC17

Genre: Comedy/Drama/Hentai/Romance/Shounen

Type: Continuation

Credits to: Various websites and books on China and my friend Erin who previewed my draft and liked it ^_^

 

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Chapter Two

 

 

"Matsuri-sensei, it doesn't say anything about going to Tibet in our itinerary, when we spent nearly a whole semester studying the place. Can we make a detour?"

 

Matsuri-sensei smiled and perched upon the front of her desk. "There's a reason for that, Taichi. Remember how we covered the political issues on Tibet?"

 

"Yeah,"

 

"Well, Tibet still isn't a very tourist-friendly country. Even though it isn't as such ruled under the Chinese Republic anymore, there are still many restrictions on overseas visitors." Matsuri-sensei replied. "Besides, our trip around China is long enough without the all the hassle and complications of going to Tibet. If we did go there, it would add on at least another week to our trip, and I think you will all be sick of China by the time we're through, anyway!" Matsuri-sensei giggled.

 

"Have you been to China before, Miss?" Honda asked.

 

"Yes, quite a few times. The first was when I was twenty-two, the second when I was twenty-seven and the third time I was about 7 months pregnant with Setsuko."

 

"What part did you like the most?" Otogi spoke up.

 

Matsuri-sensei stroked her chin in thought. "There wasn't really just one part - it's such an amazing place, very diverse. The trek up Huangshan Mountain was an amazing sight, one that I will never forget."

 

"Will we be doing that?" Anzu asked.

 

"Yes," Matsuri-sensei replied with a smile. "I can't wait to go back there; you're all going to love it!"

 

"Uh, I have one question, sensei," Jou said, glancing down at his information sheet. "We have to provide our own spending money, right?"

 

"That's right, Jounouchi."

 

"But everything else is paid for?"

 

"Yes,"

 

Jou sat back and sweatdropped. He knew he had to save his money for this trip, but four years ago had seemed like so far away when he was only thirteen. Now that it had come around so fast, he wasn't sure he'd have all that much money to take with him. Time to start greasing up to Pops, Jou thought forebodingly. Jin wasn't particularly one to give his hard-earned money away. Jou had been taught by his father a long time ago that in order to get what you want sometimes meant you had to sacrifice other things to get them. For Jou, this meant sacrificing his own time to get a part-time job - in which he had not done, to Jin's dismay. Instead, to earn his keep, he did odd jobs for people he knew, such as mowing lawns, babysitting, gardening, walking dogs and repairing cars or household systems like leaky drains, blocked toilets or blown fuses.

 

"Now, remember class, we only have one week before we go, so I want you to make sure that you've got everything on your checklist sorted. Check and re-check with your travelling buddy. It's a four-hour flight to Hong Kong, so you might want to bring some form of entertainment for yourselves, too. Got that?" Matsuri-sensei bubbled.

 

The bell rang. Whatever Matsuri-sensei had been saying had gone completely over Jou's head, but luckily she dismissed the class without questioning him. This whole money issue had gotten him down. Damn, I need some serious cash, fast. Jou thought numbly. I guess I could always talk to Hirotani... but that'd be my absolute last resort. Honda's good for advice, maybe I should talk to him instead.

 

"Anzu, is it just me, or does Jou seem really distant today?" Yuugi whispered as they brought up the rear of the group.

 

Anzu 'hmm'ed'. "I thought something was different about him. Should we ask him what's wrong?"

 

"I'll ask him at lunch time, we're not in the same class next period. Iya! That reminds me, I've got a math test!"

 

//Aibou! Have you studied?!//

 

/Eeeh! Maybe a little?! I totally forgot about it! Shit!/

 

//Oh, Yuugi. I think this whole trip to China has been distracting you.//

 

/Crap. Crap, crap, CRAP! Yami, do you have any idea what will happen if I fail this test?/

 

//Uh, no...//

 

/Ugh! There's a possibility that I could be put back a class!/

 

"Um... does he always flail his arms about like that and shout mutely at thin air?" Otogi asked Honda, quirking an eyebrow.

 

"Yeah, he's just talking to Yami. We're... kind of used to it, now. Everyone else in school pretty much just thinks he's crazy. You should see it when Ryou does it."

 

"He still talks to Bakura? I didn't know that."

 

"Yeah... Bakura's not quite as talkative to us as Yami is, though." Honda said. "And if he is, it's only to insult us or let his opinion on a certain topic be known."

 

Otogi frowned. "I thought the guy was kinda insane?"

 

"You don't know 'insane' until you've met Marik."

 

"That guy's still here too?! Wasn't he like, kind of bent on world domination, not to mention trying to kill Yuugi in order to do so?!"

 

Honda laughed. "Yeah, but, chill. The guys have got them all under control, now."

 

"If you say so..." Otogi replied warily, scratching the back of his neck. "Wait, that means that those freaks will be coming to China with us, too!"

 

"Yami isn't a freak, Otogi," Yuugi gently reminded. "Just the other two."

 

The black-haired boy coloured a little. "Un, gomen, Yuugi. It's just... you know. I didn't think they were still hanging about."

 

"I gotta get to gym," Honda interrupted. "Jou, let's go. Jou... Jou!"

 

"Huh? Oh, right, gym, yeah."

 

Honda eyeballed him suspiciously. "Dude, what is up with you today?" he asked as he and the blond sauntered off to the gymnasium.

 

"I don't have any spending money for the trip," Jou got straight to the point.

 

"What?!" Honda panicked. "Then, what are you gonna do for money? Dude!"

 

"I don't really wanna have to ask my Dad," Jou muttered. "But what other choice do I have?"

 

"Uh... get a job?"

 

Jou rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, and even if I did, then one week's wages isn't going to be nearly enough."

 

Honda and Jou halted outside their respected lockers to grab their gym gear. "I don't know, man. How much do you have at the moment?"

 

"I've only got about three hundred in my savings," Jou replied. "I need closer to a thousand."

 

"Maybe you could sell some of your cards?" Honda suggested, referring to Jou's Duel Monster cards.

 

Jou's stomach knotted. "Sell my cards? I don't think I could part with them... I've had that deck, like, forever!"

 

"It's not like you play very often anymore, anyway. Why don't you take your deck into Sugoroko's game shop after school and ask him what your cards are worth?"

 

Jou hung his head. "Yeah, I guess it's the only way... I don't have anything else worth selling."

 

Honda grinned evilly. "Or you could, well, you know, ask Kaiba real nice."

 

"Not funny!" Jou yelled, throwing his gym shoe at Honda's head. "Come on, Heihachi-sensei will make us do twenty laps of the field if we're late."

 

**

 

Being athletic by nature, Jou had joined an after-school boxing club that went from 4pm to 6pm on a Thursday. Most students in the school opted for some sort of extra-curricular after-school activity. It was the norm for most students throughout the country, and there was a variety of different clubs available to join. Anzu, for example, was a senior in the yearbook club; Otogi had swim training every Wednesday; Honda practiced Karate; Malik and Ryou both participated in the languages club, and Yuugi had even started up a club for Duel Monsters enthusiasts.

 

Jounouchi knew that Thursday was late-night for the shops, and this also included the Kame Game Shop. He decided he might as well stop in and talk to Yuugi's grandpa about which cards might be worth some money. The sky was darkening as the blond youth made his way out of the school grounds, clad once again in his drab blue school uniform. Spots of rain began to fall from the cloudy sky above, and Jou remembered it was at least a twenty-minute walk to the game shop.

 

Man, could my day get any worse? He mumbled in thought. First I find out I might not have enough money to take to China and the only way I can make some fast coin is to get rid of my Duel Monster cards... Ugh, and now it's raining. Hard. Damn it!

 

Jounouchi pulled his school jacket up over his head and began to sprint down the pavement, not bothering to stop and wait at the pedestrian crossing. In the midst of running frantically across the road to get out of the rain, the sound of brakes screeching urgently to a halt was heard. Jou stumbled back a bit and looked to the source of the sound, and his eyes widened as he realised he was about a foot away from being run down by a very familiar looking black limousine.

 

The vehicle maneuvered around Jou, still standing in the middle of the road, too shocked to move, and pulled up beside him. The window wound down to reveal one unimpressed-looking Kaiba, face blank, arms and legs crossed. Jou set his jaw.

 

"You could have about killed me just then, Kaiba!"

 

"You're the one that didn't yield at the pedestrian, you imbecile. I had the right of way."

 

Jou glared what he thought was his scariest glare. "Yeah well, I hardly think you'd be waiting at a damn pedestrian crossing either, in this damned weather."

 

Kaiba muttered his predictable 'hmph' sound, followed by the even more predictable eye-roll. "No, you're right. If I was you, I would have watched the forecast on television this morning and, had I noticed it might rain later on, would have thought to bring with me an umbrella or parka. Or, better yet, a car. Tch."

 

The window slid back up and the limousine rolled off once again into the dim evening light. Jou, riled up and now completely soaked to the bone, shoved his hands in his damp pockets and continued on his way to the game shop.

 

Kami, I hate him. I'd sooner throw myself off of Mount Fuji than go to China with that jerk!

 

**

 

"Jounouchi, look at you! You look like a drowned rat." Sugoroko exclaimed as Jou walked through the game-shop door.

 

"You can say that again," he replied. "Listen gramps, I need some of your advice."

 

"What can I do for you?"

 

Jou took off his satchel and lifted the flap, dug around for his deck, and pulled it out. Thankfully the rain hadn't gotten to that too, but Jou looked in dismay at his folders and books. They'd have to be dried by the heater later on (hopefully without also catching on fire). He placed his deck on the counter, to a very perplexed looking Sugoroko.

 

"I need some cash, fast. I need you to tell me what cards of mine are worth anything."

 

The old man creased an eyebrow. "You sure about this, son? You're not in trouble, are you?"

 

"Nah, nothing like that. I need some money to take to China with me... I've got no spending money."

 

“You could always go and talk to the bank,”

 

Jou shook his head. “I'm already in debt as it is, Sugoruko. Please… just have a look, will you?”

 

The squat, grey-haired old man sighed and spread Jou's deck out on the counter. “Well, it looks as though your Red Eyes would be the most valuable. It is rare, you know.”

 

Jou felt his heart drop like a stone. “I can't part with that… it's too sentimental. That card means everything to me!”

 

“Well, if you don't want to sell your Red Eyes, your next most valuable card would have to be either Time Wizard or Jinzo.” Sugoruko replied, pushing the two rare cards aside for Jou to look at.

 

“Yuugi gave me that Time Wizard…” Jou said quietly. “I can't let that one go. But Jinzo was one of my greatest victories…”

 

“You can always come back another time once you've made your mind up.” The old man suggested.

 

Jou shook his head. “I've only got about a week until we go; I need some money as soon as possible. I'll have to get rid of Jinzo.”

 

“And you're sure about this?”

 

“Yeah, I don't have a choice.”

 

Sugoruko nodded and took the card, making his way behind the till. “I'll give you fifteen hundred, Jounouchi, does that sound alright?”

 

Jou's eyes bulged. “Is Jinzo really worth that much?!”

 

“He's in high demand, son. I wouldn't be surprised if this card gets sold before I close, tonight.” Sugoruko replied, writing out a cheque.

 

“Wow…” Jou mumbled to himself. “I didn't know.”

 

Sugoruko smiled and ripped the cheque out and handed it to the blond boy. “Take this and get it cashed tomorrow. Before you go to China, take the cash to the currency exchange bureau and they will change it into Chinese money for you.”

 

Jou beamed. “Thanks a lot, Sugoruko. I don't know what I would have done without you.”

 

**

 

“Oh, close, damn you!” Ryou shrieked out of sheer desperation.

 

Bakura continued to watch Ryou's face redden with frustration as he tried about every position known to the karma-sutra to get his stubborn suitcase zipped up. The suitcase, however, was not complying. Bakura raised an eyebrow.

 

“Ryou, you can't even get your suitcase closed. Are you sure you need to take all that crap with you?” Bakura asked, watching as his hikari threw himself down on his suitcase in the fashion of some brutal pro-wrestler.

 

“I checked off everything it said to take with us!” Ryou replied, starfishing on his back upon the bursting suitcase. “How am I ever going to bring anything back with me, now?”

 

“You've been from Japan to England a dozen times, just lighten your load. Here,” Bakura replied, picking up the checklist. “It says to take a waterproof jacket, a parka and a raincoat - for Ra's sake, aren't they all the same thing?!”

 

Ryou blushed, realizing he had packed all of his jackets. “I guess I only need to take one really, don't I?”

 

Bakura rolled his eyes. Ryou bit his lip and unzipped the suitcase, much to the suitcase's relief. Clothes exploded out like a jack-in-the-box. The end of Ryou's umbrella just about impaled itself in Bakura's eye.

 

“F&^*ing Hell!” Bakura yelled, narrowly avoiding the killer umbrella-come-murder-accessory.

 

“I think I'll just take this one,” Ryou said, oblivious to the fact that Bakura nearly died and holding up a feather-down, waterproof coat. “It will be the warmest."

 

Bakura glared at his light. "Can we go and get something to eat after this? I'm starved, and I'll be damned if I'm eating another round of Isis's pineapple sushi. I don't know how those bloody Egyptians live on a diet with no meat."

 

"Where do you want to go, then?"

 

"What's that place called where you choose your own raw meat and cook it on a hot plate in front of you?"

 

"Oh, you mean DiDi's? That's a Korean restaurant." Ryou recalled. "Why don't we invite some other people to come with us?"

 

Bakura shrugged. "Whatever, as long as we don't have to wait on them."

 

"I'll text Malik and Marik; they can meet us there."

 

**

 

"So, Malik, what do you think about being paired up with Otogi?" Ryou asked.

 

The four boys were seated upon cushions on the floor around the low-standing table. A pretty, petite Korean waitress came and handed them all a menu each.

 

"I'm not really sure," Malik replied, skimming his eyes over the entrees. "He's a nice enough guy, I suppose. A little arrogant, but nothing compared to Kaiba."

 

Ryou frowned a bit. "I really do feel sorry for Jounouchi-kun. I don't think Matsuri-sensei realises what she's done."

 

"Well then, she's about to find out, isn't she?" Bakura chortled.

 

Over the time that Bakura had been occupying half of Ryou's soul, he had come to be rather observant. Since coming out inside of school hours was simply not permitted by his lighter half, he instead watched through Ryou's eyes the other people in his social circle. Watching Jounouchi and Kaiba had become an especially amusing pastime during Ryou's classes, as was eavesdropping on Yuugi and Yami's mental conversations. While Ryou was busy studying or paying attention to his sensei, Bakura was forever observing his environment and the people in it, and his skill for understanding the modern-day human mind was almost honed to a fine art. Although his general attitude may come across as your usual young man who couldn't possibly care any less about anything other than himself, what lay beneath was really a very complex, understanding mind.

 

"Otogi's not so bad," Ryou said. "I think once you get to know each other better then you will get along great."

 

"I guess so. I just haven't had the rhyme or reason to talk to him, really."

 

Marik waved down the waitress. "We're ready to order!"

 

She came scuttling over with a pen and pad in her hand. "What would you like?"

 

"I'll have the Mandu-guk - the dumpling soup - to start with, and for my main I'd like the Deodeok-gui - the grilled Toduk root." Marik smirked and closed his menu. "Oh! Could I also get a side of kimchi?"

 

"Certainly. And for you, sir?" The waitress nodded to Malik.

 

"Same for me, but I'll have Gaji-namul, the eggplant, for my main." Malik smiled and handed his menu back.

 

Before the waitress could continue, Bakura began reciting his order. "To start, the Japchae noodles and for my main the Deungshim-gui - the sirloin steak, with a side of Beoseot Bokkeum - the mushroom salad, please."

 

The waitress frantically wrote down the order. Ryou waited patiently for her to finish, and when she smiled at him, he began his own order. "For my entree I would like...the Dakbaeksuk - steamed chicken soup - and for my main I'll have the Samgyeopsal-gui - the side of pork - with a side of Nakji Bokkeum, the stir-fried octopus, thank you."

 

"Anything to drink?"

 

"Soju all-round, thanks." Bakura spoke for everyone.

 

"Certainly," with one final swish of her pen, the waitress dashed off to the kitchen. Marik stared at her taut backside until she was out of sight.

 

"So, have you packed yet, Ryou?" Malik piped up.

 

Ryou blushed; Bakura deadpanned. "Yeah, I had to unpack and repack my things about three times. Did you notice that some things on the checklist are repeated?"

 

"Yeah, I'm not taking much. I plan to come back with a lot."

 

"So, who do you think will hook up while we're away?" Marik asked.

 

"I'll put my money on Jounouchi and Kaiba." Bakura said. The waitress came with their entrees, and the boys tucked in hungrily.

 

"You can't be serious." Malik said, ripping open a dumpling with his chopsticks. "Them?"

 

"Bakura, they hate each other!" Ryou reasoned.

 

"You'd be surprised. Often when two individuals appear to dislike each other, they're just covering up their true feelings." Bakura shrugged, nibbling on his noodles.

 

The others shot a cock-eyed look at the former tomb robber.

 

Malik smirked and put on an American-hick accent. "If you knew, what I know, then I'd know, that you know, what I know."

 

Ryou burst out laughing. “Oh, my God! You do Dr. Phil so well, Malik.”

 

"Oh, come on! Think about it - the pet names Kaiba has for Jounouchi, the pathetic insults and taunts. It's like he's toying with the kid's mind to see how far he can push his boundaries until Jounouchi hates him so much that there's no possible way of him ever returning the feeling."

 

"I think that already happened a long time ago, yami." Ryou said, doubtful of his yami's theory. "They never liked each other from the start."

 

"That's because they're polar opposites, and we all know opposites attract."

 

"I don't even think Kaiba's gay, Bakura." Malik said, sitting back as the waitress came to deliver their mains.

 

"I didn't say he had to be." Bakura replied, placing his sirloin steak onto the hotplate in the middle of the table.

 

"So, what you're saying is that you think Kaiba has feelings for Jounouchi, but just doesn't realise it, yet?" Ryou suggested, also placing his pork onto the hotplate.

 

"Maybe," Bakura said. "I mean, my calculations could be completely wrong, but that's just how they come across as, to me."

 

"Genius." Malik muttered sarcastically, pouring soy sauce and garlic over his sizzling eggplant.

 

"I can't imagine Kaiba with another guy," Ryou pondered out loud. "Or... anyone, for that matter! Not even a girl. It's like he's not interested, or something."

 

Malik laughed. "What, so he hasn't hit puberty yet?"

 

"Think about it, though - Kaiba is one of the most photographed people in the world, yet if you flick through a magazine, the only other person you might see him in a snapshot with is Mokuba or one of his colleagues."

 

"Good point, but just because he's never seen with anyone doesn't mean he's not having sex, you know." Marik pointed out.

 

"It just seems so weird, don't you think?" Ryou said, dipping his pork into some ginger and garlic sauce. "It's not like he's hideous or anything, either. Girls fall at his feet constantly, yet... he completely ignores them."

 

Marik spooned some kimchi into his mouth. "Maybe he has no sexuality."

 

Bakura snorted. "So, what? He's asexual?"

 

Ryou and Malik exploded into laughter, holding their sides. “Where did you learn that term, yami?” Ryou asked between gasps.

 

Bakura shrugged. “Your biology class, I think.”

 

"If Kaiba is asexual, how is he supposed to carry on the Kaiba gene?" Ryou queried.

 

"Mokuba?" Malik suggested with a shrug.

 

"Say if something happened to Mokuba,"

 

"Uh... well, then, I don't know."

 

While Malik and Ryou were discussing Kaiba's asexualness in great depth, Bakura chewed slowly on his steak, thinking about what this year had brought for him and Ryou, and everyone else. It had started like any other usual school year. Christmas came and went, the holidays were over and before the students knew it they were once again clad in their school uniforms. But for Ryou, Jounouchi, Malik, Anzu, Honda, Otogi and Yuugi, it would be the last year they had to wear them.

 

Once the students had gotten used to their new schedule and classes, the year had rolled off to a smooth start. It was around August, after the summer break, that things had started to go haywire. It was almost as if the penny dropped and every student suddenly realised that this was their last year, and that they had better start preparing for what lay ahead - final exams, projects for their clubs, the school fair, the final assembly, this year's yearbook and, for the Chinese language class, the school trip.

 

There had been other various events that had also made the year especially memorable, such as the final school dance, school camp, sports day, and Yuugi had even organised a mini Duel Monsters Tournament held within the school for his Duel Monsters club. He, of course, did not enter the competition, as that would be unfair to the other students. He was, however, a spectator, along with Jounouchi, Ryou and the others, and they had a ball of a time watching the amateur duelists go head to head. The prize for the overall winner was a $500 voucher to spend at The Kame Game Shop, which had been funded by competitor entry fees.

 

Then, of course, there were the dramas that had happened throughout the year. These included Honda being in a coma for seven days from falling off of a cliff, abseiling, at school camp; Anzu's slip-up in her dance routine in front of the entire school, resulting in total humiliation and her running off of the stage in tears; Malik being caught and promptly suspended for two weeks for "engaging in a homosexual experience with an unidentified intruder to Domino High School", as it was put on the letter to Isis, Malik's legal guardian; and, of course, the countless cat-fights and punch-ups between Jounouchi Katsuya and Kaiba Seto.

 

Bakura smirked, thinking back to when Malik had gotten in trouble for being caught with Marik by the deputy principal. He had come down on Malik with an iron fist, suspending - almost expelling - him for two weeks. Not only was it against the school rules to have any sort of sexual contact with another student within the school grounds, it was severely frowned upon for the encounter to be under homosexual terms. It was no secret that much of the student body were either gay or bi, but it was still considered taboo by the principal, who was very traditional and set in his ways.

 

It had been hot gossip for weeks, but Malik could have cared less. Everyone had had an inkling, since he had started Domino High after the Battle City Tournament that he batted for the other team. Once she found out about the incident, Isis merely rolled her eyes, screwed up the letter and continued to go about her business. Rishid, on the other hand, howled with laughter and taunted Malik for days.

 

This also brought Bakura to another point. Where he, Malik and Marik were open to sexual experiences with one another, Ryou still seemed a little hesitant. It had been months now since that first encounter where the shy English boy had caught the other three red-handed, and still he appeared embarrassed whenever it was brought up. Bakura hadn't dared try anything with Ryou, not since he knew his hikari still felt slightly delicate on the issue. He had been hoping that perhaps one day Ryou would become a bit more open to the idea, but didn't want to push him. Sometimes, Bakura would feel a twitch of jealousy each time he caught Malik and Marik sharing a tender moment, imagining what it might be like if he and Ryou could do the same.

 

"Bakura? What do you think?"

 

Bakura glanced at Malik, stirred from his mental monologue. "Huh? Think about what?"

 

"The weed, you know... Have you even been listening to us?"

 

"Do I ever listen to you?" Bakura smirked.

 

Marik snorted. Malik rolled his eyes. "Anyway, we were wondering what the weed in China would be like."

 

"Who gives a shit? When would you ever get the time to find some?"

 

"And you could get in serious trouble if you're caught with it," Ryou reminded. "Their laws are much different to ours, I'm sure."

 

"So then... maybe I could take some with me?"

 

"Malik!" Ryou shrieked, mouth wide open in horror. "That is a death wish! You could get the firing squad! Or beheaded! Or life in prison!"

 

Malik giggled. "What? It's not like I'm a terrorist you know!"

 

"Didn't you hear about that woman from Australia who was caught with 4 kilograms of marijuana in her surfboard cover when she arrived in Bali?! She's now serving twenty years!!"

 

"But we're not going to Bali, and I wouldn't take 4kg's with me." Malik loved riling Ryou up.

 

Ryou was even more ashen than usual. "Are you f*&^ing with me?"

 

Bakura laughed out loud. It was rare that his hikari swore so bluntly. "Bloody Hell, Ryou. You're so gullible sometimes! I mean, sure Malik is a dumbass, but is he really dumb enough to do that?"

 

"Hey! You wanna be quiet before I stick your eye with this chopstick." Malik warned.

 

"I just about got killed by an umbrella earlier; try me." Bakura dared.

 

"Ugh, whatever." Ryou muttered, finishing off the last of his pork and downing a gulp of his soju.

 

**

 

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