Umi no kaze-Seabreeze

Aaarrrghh,

I can�t believe I�m doing this! Damn writer�s block, how could you do this to
me?!? Sob, I can�t believe I actually wrote a Yu-Gi-Oh! story, I only
hope, it won�t turn into a habit, sob, sob!

Oh well, since it�s written, I can just aswell put it up for you to read-enjoy!

Btw, since the German synchronization totally screwed up the names. Here a little Who�s
who:

Yugi Muutou-same

Jounouchi Katsuya-Joey Wheeler

Hiroto Honda-Tristan Taylor
 

Marko Tsunami-same(I think)

Ryuji Otogi- Duke Devlin

Kawai Shizuka-Serenity Wheeler

Bakura Ryou-Bakura

I think that�s all, since I�m not too fond of the series(as if you couldn�t have
guessed), I apologize in advance if I mixed up names. Now, on with the read.

Disclaimer:
I don�t own Joey, Yu-Gi-Oh! or any other characters appearing in this fic. I
also don�t wish to.

Reviews: Uh, sure, but only if you want me to continue this story...

Archive: Sure. Like I care. Just tell me.

Summary:
The night before the Battle City finals, Joey runs into someone he never
expected to see�Warning: lemon, M/M, M/F sex, violence, language

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Umi no kaze- Seabreeze

1. 19 hrs. left

He was bored and nervous.

Due to Marek�s interference and Bakura�s inexplainable participation, Kaiba had delayed the Battle City Finals for another 24 hours.

So after rehearsing every single card, monster, move, tactic and ability, both Yugi and
Mai had plopped down on their respective beds, exhausted. Tristan, Tea, Serenity soon followed suit, leaving Joey alone with his deck.

That�s why
he had decided to take a walk in the city, hoping the night air would clear his mind.

Just as he neared a corner, he heard panting and running steps coming closer.

He paused, idly wondering who might be jogging at this obnoxious hour, when the mysterious runner rounded the corner and collided headalong with him.

�Yeowch!� exclaimed Joey, as he landed soundly on his behind,�hey, watch it, pal!�

�I�m sorry, I didn�t see you the-Joey?� Wheeler stopped his rambling, and gaped into the all too familiar face of the speaker.

�Ma-Marko?�

�He what?!?� screamed Joey furiously. Marko Tsunami sighed.

�Knocked me out, stole my deck and took off. When I came around, all I could remember were a shock of slime-green hairs and Weevils mean laughter.�

Joey boiled with rage.

�That no-good, low-live, bastard son-of-a-bitch! When I get my hands on him, I�m gonna strangle him, until his eyes pop out! I�m gonna turn that little two-tongued scum into a smear on the sidewalk! Stomp him like the worthless roach he his!�

Tsunami watched Joey�s antics with mild surprise. The blond took this rather serious.

Waiting patiently, until the shorter teen took a moment to catch his breath, he asked:

�Why are you so upset about this? I mean, after all, it�s my deck he stole, not yours.�
Joey blinked a few times, before muttering:

�Huh?�
Smirking, Marko tried again:

�I understand that you don�t like Weevil, and that you are concerned about me, but why are you freaking out about this? I mean, it�s not like we wouldn�t get along normally, but still..Why do you care this much?�

Joey gulped nervously.

�Why?�

�Why.�

�Uhmm, because..�He shifted uncomfortably, suddenly finding the sidewalk rather interesting. Marko nudged him lightly, causing Joey to look straight into his face.

�Because?�

�Because-� Joey paused, seeing his reflection in Tsunami�s blue-grey eyes.

�Because I want to protect you. Because I don�t wan�t anything bad happen to you. I want to know, how it feels, to hold you in my arms. I want to feel your hair brushing my face, as you rest your head on my shoulder. I want to loose myself in those beautiful eyes of yours, those eyes, that resemble the ocean on a windy day.
I want to hear you whisper my name when you lay next to me, and want to unravel the beauty of your spirit.�

For a split-second, Marko thought he saw something in the blond teen�s eyes, but it
passed too quickly, for him to be sure it was ever there. Taking a deep breath,
Joey faced the ground again.

�Because you are one of the most honourable, cunning and fairest contestants I�ve ever
faced. Weevil is the kind of person, who should never have never been allowed near a DuelDisc, or anything to do with DuelMonsters. He�s a manipulative, cheating, unworthy coward, and I�m sick and tired of him always causing trouble.�
His clenched fist shook with barely controlled rage.

Slowly, Joey managed to shake off his anger, and, with a forced smile, turned towards
Marko.

�Tell ya what, how about we call it a night, and first thing tomorrow morning, we round
up my folks and go look for that little slimeball. The finals aren�t up until eightp.m., and I�m sure, my friends would love to help ya out!�

Marko�s face fell, as he shook his head.

�I can�t�, he stated calmly. Joey frowned.

"What�cha mean by that? Of course you can! Just go catch some shut-eye, and meet me and the gang at-�

�I can�t go back to the hotel, because Weevil took my purse, too! And I can�t go back to my boat either, because all my registration and ownership papers for the boat were in there, as well! Why else do you think I�m running through the town like a barracuda on the chase?!?�

For a moment, all was quiet, except for Marko�s ragged breathing, and then Joey heard
himself saying:

�You can stay at my room.� The sailor�s head snapped up.

�Huh?� Giving his widest grin, Joey continued:

�Come on, it�s just one night, and if you let me hit Weevil once, we�re even, kay?�

Marko�s look of disbelief slowly made way to a small, but genuine smile.

Laughing, Joey rubbed his head and careened:

�Yeah, I hear that all the time, but then, what else to excpect from Joey Wheeler?�

Placing one hand on the taller man�s shoulder, he steered them towards his hotel.

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Well, that�s that, for now. Tell me, how you like it, and I might continue�