Stinging Beauty
In a matter of time
Just a
little interlude, before I return to twisting the plot again-enjoy!
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Ja ne!^^
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24. style="mso-spacerun: yes"> In a matter of time
It was hard to dicern, who wore the broader grin, Kaiba or Jou.
Given, the blond's was wide enough to swallow a banana the broad way, but the twinkle in Kaiba's blue eyes more than made up for the missing width.
Hondachuckled silently by himself, as he watched the other two teens toss insults back and forth, much to everybody's amusement(or disapproval, seeing how Anzu, Yuugi and Ryou scowled). How one could mistake the passion-filled looks being exchanged for hatred, was
simply beyond him
They were publicly flirting, and no one suspected, they even liked one another.
Jou had protected him. Hiroto would have bet his right hand on it, although it just seemed like another stray occurence.
It had been while lunch break, and they were playing baseball, when a nasty cut curveball went astray. Kaiba, who was obviously engrossed in a book, didn't hear the warnings, but continued prowling past the game field, when a gloved hand shot out of nowhere
-and caught the ball, a split-second before it connected with his temple.
"Gotcha! And you're out, Mizoguchi! Nice try, but not good enough, pal! And as for you," he had turned to face the stunned Kaiba, "next time, pay attention to the world around you. I can't always be there to save your hide."
Jou went back to the game, never once gazing back. If he had, he would have seen the grateful, almost tender look on Kaiba's face. Honda did. And he understood.
"So,when's the wedding?" asked Hiroto, as he walked Jou back to his flat. The blond shrugged.
"Oh well, we decided to wait until we finish college, or maybe a little earlier. The
engagement party is settled for my twenty-first birthday." WHACK!style="mso-spacerun:
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"I..tai..", whined Honda, when Jou's fist caught him unawares, leaving a bump the size of a menchi katsu* on his head. "What the hell are on about, baka? If you didn't notice, we can't stand each other, let alone the fact, that we're both guys!", snarled the blond, glaring at his friend, who was trying to rub the swelling knot without messing up his hair.style="mso-spacerun: yes">
"Ara, I did
notice-actually, I saw the two of you play tonsil hockey in the janitor's closet", Hiroto growled back. Jou stopped mid-tracks, jaw agape and eyes wide. Finally, he overcame his initial shock and, giving the brunet a half-lidded glare, muttered: "I don't know what you've been smoking, but it must have been some pretty potent shit. Me and Kaiba kissing? Come on, get real, man!" "So, care to tell me then, why Kaiba had been gawking at you like you were a tenshi, that had just dropped out of heaven?" Jou stared again, before rasping:style="mso-spacerun:
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"Ok, I know, I didn't hit you that hard. Are you trying to tell me, frostbite was sizing me up?" "More like stripping you down and devouring you whole", muttered Hiroto.
The blond scrutinized him a while, then shook his head and, patting the brunet's shoulder, sighed in a sad manner: "My poor Honda-kun. You really
With that, Jou ducked and raced down his road, a flustered Honda hot on his trails, who yelled: "Do not!" "Do so!" "Do not!" "Do so!" "Do not!"
The calls faded off into the distance.
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*A menchi katsu is a burger of kinds; minced meat with onions in a tempura panade, then
fried in hot oil-oishiiiii!^^