Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ What Do You Want From Me? ❯ What Do You Want From Me? ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: IwakuraMika 
Angsty! TEE! What to say to not give it away? Umm, Jou and Seto think about where they stand...? Anyone who reads this, could you help me find a better summary? Chankies! And Thanks for giving my fic a chance!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.28.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 586 | Status: Completed
Angsty! TEE! What to say to not give it away? Umm, Jou and Seto think about where they stand...? Anyone who reads this, could you help me find a better summary? Chankies! And Thanks for giving my fic a chance!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.28.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 586 | Status: Completed
Konnichiwa Minna! I'm glad to be back into the writing groove. My Pink Floyd muse shows up a lot, but I'm not always able to create a decent picture out of it. Let's see here Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, of course, and I only adore and worship Pink Floyd. The song is What Do You Want From Me, and can be found on The Division Bell album. It's really a very awesome CD. This fic, like the last one, is enhanced if listening to the song. I can't say the two are at all in sync though. Well, enjoy! Hopefully it's not a total piece of trash! =D
1a Seto Kaiba stalked up to the apartment building. He had chosen to walk, lest it look like he was showing off again. Not that he didn't occasionally enjoy having others know he was wealthy and powerful, but this time it just wouldn't do
1b Katsuya Jounouchi paced the apartment, huffing, swearing, and kicking random items that wouldn't injure his foot too badly. "Gods! You damned fucking piece of shit! How could you even conceive such a moronic thought?! You're used to ignoring your emotions, how the hell do you think you survived this long? But now you have to cave? Have to risk torment, rejection, humiliation and a lifetime of pain? Just because, for the first time, you can't control your emotions?" He punched a hole in the hallway wall. "FUCK YOU! BE A MAN!" He cradled his bleeding fist and sank to the floor, bitter tears threatening to fall.
still before the would-be menacing building, Seto took a deep breath and composed himself. Preparing for this had been easy, carrying out the task was what was difficult.
making a resolution, Jou vowed to himself that he would do nothing about his mind's conception. Let the brunette come to him Jou wouldn't risk being humiliated by making the first move.
hand on the building's door, one hand running through his hair. One deep sigh and with one prayer for good luck, he entered the complex.
pent up tears did fall. He couldn't do anything about it. Giving up seemed so pathetic, but he couldn't face anyone if they knew the truth. He was the guy who pulled the panty tank2, the man who challenged anyone who even attempted to insult his friends he wasn't he didn't it wasn't supposed to be like this.
Pin Pom3
Seto rang the doorbell on the Jounouchi's door and pressed his forehead to the cool wood door. Taking a deep breath, he composed himself and waited anxiously for the blonde to come to the door.
Pin Pom
Jou's head snapped up. Who the hell would come to his door? After the issue with his old gang, he had told his friends that it wasn't safe to come to his home4. Reluctantly and apprehensively, he approached the door.
men were on their respective sides of the door, wondering if they were doing what was really all that smart.
*******door creaked open slowly. Jounouchi, glad that he had managed to clean up the mess his father had left and Seto, though apparently collected, silently dreading the moments to come.
's lowered head rose slowly and he gasped in surprise. Seto instantly noticed the tears in his eyes and almost reached up to brush them away.
"Jounouchi"
Jou's surprise was now masked by suspicion.
"What are you doing here?
"Can I come in, please?" Seto showed semblance of politeness and strained patience, anxiety eating away at his collected exterior. Jou really wasn't buying any of it, neither of the two could tell how much of his tone of voice was forced, and what of it was natural.
stared in disbelief Who the hell did Kaiba think he was, asking to come in to his house - who was he to believe he could be a rival for years and out of the blue waltz up to his door and ask -politely - if he could enter? What in the seven hells was going on?
stepped aside and the door was further opened, affirming the other's request with a silent gesture.
tension of anxiety and suspicion thickened the room. Even Seto couldn't sit still under the other's reproachful gaze.
"What do you want from me?" Jou asked as he shepherded Seto to a recliner.
"Close the curtains, please We can't be seen"
As you look around this room tonight
Settle in your seat and dim the lights
Jou glared at his uninvited guest and did what was asked of him, his face holding the same damning expression, honestly expecting to receive some extraordinary demand from the 19 year old in front of him.
Do you want my blood
Do you want my tears
What do you want
What do you want from me?
"I've come to talk to you, I need to ask you something. I need to quell myself about this thing"
"What could I offer that would possibly be enough to satisfy you. You're relentless, you're never happy. How is it that I can give you any peace of mind, when nothing else can at all?"
Should I sing until I can't sing anymore
Play these strings until my fingers are raw
You're so hard to please,
What do you want from me?
"Please, Jounouchi, stop. I need to ask you something, nothing more."
Do you think that I know something, you don't know
What do you want from me?
Jou only stared. "Seto Kaiba satisfied with a mere answer? What if I don't want to respond?"
If I don't promise you the answers, would you go?
What do you want from me?
"Jou!" Both Seto and Jou were beginning to be irritated.
"No, Kaiba, give me my moment. How often do I get to scrutinize you without retaliation?" He would have said remorse, but
"Do you realize what kind of manipulation I can see you concocting? I don't trust that you aren't here to pull an Otogi5 on me.
Should I stand out in the rain
"Damn it! One word and I'd be at your beck and call!" He hadn't realized he'd been shouting.
Do you want me to make a daisy chain for you
"Katsuya"
"Don't call me that."
I'm not the one you need
What do you want from me?
"Jou"
"What could you possibly get from me? Or want, for that matter?"
You can have anything you want
You can drift
You can dream
You can walk on water
Anything you want.
"Katsuya it's not --"
"I said don't, you rich bastard, you can't have my name."
You can own anything you see
Sell your soul for complete control
Is that really what you need?
"KA. TSU. YA, please !" Seto ground out, "I'm not after any material possessions, no payment for a debt, no amount of precedence over you, and I don't need a slave. I want to know your TRUE feelings about me."
stood and stared, caught in headlights he never thought he would see.
"Seto" Tears spring to his eyes again, reliving the day's hardships again - including his resolution to wait.
You can lose yourself this night
See inside there is nothing to hide
Turn and face the light
What do you want from me?
The silent battle: Submission versus suspicion. What the hell should he do? Was it more beneficial to the blonde if he stood still and didn't say a word, or to spill all and hope for a positive response? Option one would give him the satisfaction of having -for once- gotten the better of the brunette, but it would leave both cold, empty and unsatisfied, and he knew that. Option two posed so much risk, but if and only if the consequences favoured him, his whole life would be whole -- he would need nothing else
"Seto Kaiba What do I feel about Seto Kaiba?" Jou asked sardonically, "I think he's a self-righteous bastard who's thrown his weight and money around far too long. I think he still believes he's the king he was in school." Seto rose from his seat. "I think he's got an allure that's irresistible and I think his icy eyes are unbelievably sexy. I think he's lonely and the infallible man he portrays is just a mask to hide his truth. I think- I think that I am obsessed with the dragon, and I think it's a bittersweet symphony loving and hating him at the same time. That's what I think, Seto, and I won't take it back, no matter where it lands me.
dragon crossed the room in a flash, closing the distance between the only two occupants of the apartment. He closed his eyes and closed his lips over the blonde's.
Pure Unremorseful
sensed those elements in the union with eyes wide from shock. His walls fell down- Seto wasn't out to humiliate him, or to rile him up. The brunette was just as much in love with him as he was with the brunette.
closed his eyes and pressed into the strawberry embrace, for the first time in ages not regretting that his mouth and mind were working unrestrainedly.
chaste flame was kindled, and the truth of the situation didn't form any restraints but instead fuelled the flame into a very decently sized fire.
Love Unrestrained
parted and shy, inexperienced tongues danced and lapped cautiously. Hands thrown through hair and arms wrapped around waist pulled the two closer together.
Untrekked not quite untrustworthy.
could believe that this was true; neither could accept that the other was perfectly sure about this- neither could care at the moment.
broke apart, flushed and content, yet apprehensive still. So many questions floated around. So many 'how's, 'when's, and 'why's floated around.
wrought speechless, rested his head on his boy's shoulder.
|| I can't believe this, I don't believe this - I won't||6
nuzzled the dragon's hair, hopeful that this wasn't some cruel joke to add to his repertoire of betrayal.
Seto
What do you want from me?
Out loud, however, his tone didn't hold the same tone or meaning. His eyes glinted and he peered up at the brunette.
He whispered simply, hoping he wouldn't be misunderstood.
"What do you want from me?"
*******************2-3 Am, Monday Feb 16, 2004.
Huns! I'm back for a short while. I had intended a slightly different approach for this song, but I think it may have turned out better this second time around. I'm hoping that I didn't screw up too royally with my intention. I've got another that I'm in the process of writing. As for this one, do you think I should split it into chapters? Please, R&R, I won't get better without help!
a and b. I would have chosen to write their names in the Japanese form, (Kaiba Seto and Jounouchi Katsuya,) but it didn't fit in with the mental dialogue.
. In the manga (English version,) Jounouchi and Honda took a T-square and lifted up Anzu's skirt, calling it the 'panty tank.' (She punched them afterward.)
. From what I can tell, it's the Japanese equivalent of Ding-dong
. Again in the manga, Jou had been part of a gang before he was friends with Honda. He re-joined it near the beginning of the series, and because he was missing school, Honda, Yuugi and Anzu went looking for him at his home. They saw the condition of the apartment and the elder Jounouchi was screaming at them. Honda explained that that was why no one was ever invited to his house.
. In the anime, Otogi Ryuuji duelled Jou. If Jou lost (and he did,) he'd have to wear a dog suit for a week. (He may have also had to have been a slave for the time, but I'm not sure.)
. I didn't put a warning for this in the beginning. || are Seto's thoughts, are Jou's.
Do You Want From Me?
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1a Seto Kaiba stalked up to the apartment building. He had chosen to walk, lest it look like he was showing off again. Not that he didn't occasionally enjoy having others know he was wealthy and powerful, but this time it just wouldn't do
1b Katsuya Jounouchi paced the apartment, huffing, swearing, and kicking random items that wouldn't injure his foot too badly. "Gods! You damned fucking piece of shit! How could you even conceive such a moronic thought?! You're used to ignoring your emotions, how the hell do you think you survived this long? But now you have to cave? Have to risk torment, rejection, humiliation and a lifetime of pain? Just because, for the first time, you can't control your emotions?" He punched a hole in the hallway wall. "FUCK YOU! BE A MAN!" He cradled his bleeding fist and sank to the floor, bitter tears threatening to fall.
still before the would-be menacing building, Seto took a deep breath and composed himself. Preparing for this had been easy, carrying out the task was what was difficult.
making a resolution, Jou vowed to himself that he would do nothing about his mind's conception. Let the brunette come to him Jou wouldn't risk being humiliated by making the first move.
hand on the building's door, one hand running through his hair. One deep sigh and with one prayer for good luck, he entered the complex.
pent up tears did fall. He couldn't do anything about it. Giving up seemed so pathetic, but he couldn't face anyone if they knew the truth. He was the guy who pulled the panty tank2, the man who challenged anyone who even attempted to insult his friends he wasn't he didn't it wasn't supposed to be like this.
Pin Pom3
Seto rang the doorbell on the Jounouchi's door and pressed his forehead to the cool wood door. Taking a deep breath, he composed himself and waited anxiously for the blonde to come to the door.
Pin Pom
Jou's head snapped up. Who the hell would come to his door? After the issue with his old gang, he had told his friends that it wasn't safe to come to his home4. Reluctantly and apprehensively, he approached the door.
men were on their respective sides of the door, wondering if they were doing what was really all that smart.
*******door creaked open slowly. Jounouchi, glad that he had managed to clean up the mess his father had left and Seto, though apparently collected, silently dreading the moments to come.
's lowered head rose slowly and he gasped in surprise. Seto instantly noticed the tears in his eyes and almost reached up to brush them away.
"Jounouchi"
Jou's surprise was now masked by suspicion.
"What are you doing here?
"Can I come in, please?" Seto showed semblance of politeness and strained patience, anxiety eating away at his collected exterior. Jou really wasn't buying any of it, neither of the two could tell how much of his tone of voice was forced, and what of it was natural.
stared in disbelief Who the hell did Kaiba think he was, asking to come in to his house - who was he to believe he could be a rival for years and out of the blue waltz up to his door and ask -politely - if he could enter? What in the seven hells was going on?
stepped aside and the door was further opened, affirming the other's request with a silent gesture.
tension of anxiety and suspicion thickened the room. Even Seto couldn't sit still under the other's reproachful gaze.
"What do you want from me?" Jou asked as he shepherded Seto to a recliner.
"Close the curtains, please We can't be seen"
As you look around this room tonight
Settle in your seat and dim the lights
Jou glared at his uninvited guest and did what was asked of him, his face holding the same damning expression, honestly expecting to receive some extraordinary demand from the 19 year old in front of him.
Do you want my blood
Do you want my tears
What do you want
What do you want from me?
"I've come to talk to you, I need to ask you something. I need to quell myself about this thing"
"What could I offer that would possibly be enough to satisfy you. You're relentless, you're never happy. How is it that I can give you any peace of mind, when nothing else can at all?"
Should I sing until I can't sing anymore
Play these strings until my fingers are raw
You're so hard to please,
What do you want from me?
"Please, Jounouchi, stop. I need to ask you something, nothing more."
Do you think that I know something, you don't know
What do you want from me?
Jou only stared. "Seto Kaiba satisfied with a mere answer? What if I don't want to respond?"
If I don't promise you the answers, would you go?
What do you want from me?
"Jou!" Both Seto and Jou were beginning to be irritated.
"No, Kaiba, give me my moment. How often do I get to scrutinize you without retaliation?" He would have said remorse, but
"Do you realize what kind of manipulation I can see you concocting? I don't trust that you aren't here to pull an Otogi5 on me.
Should I stand out in the rain
"Damn it! One word and I'd be at your beck and call!" He hadn't realized he'd been shouting.
Do you want me to make a daisy chain for you
"Katsuya"
"Don't call me that."
I'm not the one you need
What do you want from me?
"Jou"
"What could you possibly get from me? Or want, for that matter?"
You can have anything you want
You can drift
You can dream
You can walk on water
Anything you want.
"Katsuya it's not --"
"I said don't, you rich bastard, you can't have my name."
You can own anything you see
Sell your soul for complete control
Is that really what you need?
"KA. TSU. YA, please !" Seto ground out, "I'm not after any material possessions, no payment for a debt, no amount of precedence over you, and I don't need a slave. I want to know your TRUE feelings about me."
stood and stared, caught in headlights he never thought he would see.
"Seto" Tears spring to his eyes again, reliving the day's hardships again - including his resolution to wait.
You can lose yourself this night
See inside there is nothing to hide
Turn and face the light
What do you want from me?
The silent battle: Submission versus suspicion. What the hell should he do? Was it more beneficial to the blonde if he stood still and didn't say a word, or to spill all and hope for a positive response? Option one would give him the satisfaction of having -for once- gotten the better of the brunette, but it would leave both cold, empty and unsatisfied, and he knew that. Option two posed so much risk, but if and only if the consequences favoured him, his whole life would be whole -- he would need nothing else
"Seto Kaiba What do I feel about Seto Kaiba?" Jou asked sardonically, "I think he's a self-righteous bastard who's thrown his weight and money around far too long. I think he still believes he's the king he was in school." Seto rose from his seat. "I think he's got an allure that's irresistible and I think his icy eyes are unbelievably sexy. I think he's lonely and the infallible man he portrays is just a mask to hide his truth. I think- I think that I am obsessed with the dragon, and I think it's a bittersweet symphony loving and hating him at the same time. That's what I think, Seto, and I won't take it back, no matter where it lands me.
dragon crossed the room in a flash, closing the distance between the only two occupants of the apartment. He closed his eyes and closed his lips over the blonde's.
Pure Unremorseful
sensed those elements in the union with eyes wide from shock. His walls fell down- Seto wasn't out to humiliate him, or to rile him up. The brunette was just as much in love with him as he was with the brunette.
closed his eyes and pressed into the strawberry embrace, for the first time in ages not regretting that his mouth and mind were working unrestrainedly.
chaste flame was kindled, and the truth of the situation didn't form any restraints but instead fuelled the flame into a very decently sized fire.
Love Unrestrained
parted and shy, inexperienced tongues danced and lapped cautiously. Hands thrown through hair and arms wrapped around waist pulled the two closer together.
Untrekked not quite untrustworthy.
could believe that this was true; neither could accept that the other was perfectly sure about this- neither could care at the moment.
broke apart, flushed and content, yet apprehensive still. So many questions floated around. So many 'how's, 'when's, and 'why's floated around.
wrought speechless, rested his head on his boy's shoulder.
|| I can't believe this, I don't believe this - I won't||6
nuzzled the dragon's hair, hopeful that this wasn't some cruel joke to add to his repertoire of betrayal.
Seto
What do you want from me?
Out loud, however, his tone didn't hold the same tone or meaning. His eyes glinted and he peered up at the brunette.
He whispered simply, hoping he wouldn't be misunderstood.
"What do you want from me?"
*******************2-3 Am, Monday Feb 16, 2004.
Huns! I'm back for a short while. I had intended a slightly different approach for this song, but I think it may have turned out better this second time around. I'm hoping that I didn't screw up too royally with my intention. I've got another that I'm in the process of writing. As for this one, do you think I should split it into chapters? Please, R&R, I won't get better without help!
a and b. I would have chosen to write their names in the Japanese form, (Kaiba Seto and Jounouchi Katsuya,) but it didn't fit in with the mental dialogue.
. In the manga (English version,) Jounouchi and Honda took a T-square and lifted up Anzu's skirt, calling it the 'panty tank.' (She punched them afterward.)
. From what I can tell, it's the Japanese equivalent of Ding-dong
. Again in the manga, Jou had been part of a gang before he was friends with Honda. He re-joined it near the beginning of the series, and because he was missing school, Honda, Yuugi and Anzu went looking for him at his home. They saw the condition of the apartment and the elder Jounouchi was screaming at them. Honda explained that that was why no one was ever invited to his house.
. In the anime, Otogi Ryuuji duelled Jou. If Jou lost (and he did,) he'd have to wear a dog suit for a week. (He may have also had to have been a slave for the time, but I'm not sure.)
. I didn't put a warning for this in the beginning. || are Seto's thoughts, are Jou's.