Daddy Dragon King
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Adult
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4
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Chapter 3 - the first meeting
Title: Daddy-Dragon-King 3
Author: Yukiko Angel
Beta : None this chapter
Rating: G
Pairing(s): Jou/Seto for the moment, maybe Yugi/Yami, Noah/Mokuba
Status: 3/20(?)
Spoilers: None, this is a AU story.
Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction inspired by the novel Daddy-Long-Legs using characters from the series Yugioh. I own nothing, not even a kitty.
Summary: Jou grew up in the orphanage, his only help was his vivid imagination. Now, thankfully to a `daddy-long-legs' or to Daddy-Dragon-King, he can go to Pyramids College in hope of becoming a novelist.
The only payment for all of this? A letter to Daddy-Dragon-King
Author's Note: Daddy Long Legs is my all time favorite fluff story, and for me I needed to pimp it in a Yugioh Ficcie. And for those asking to read it, do it. It’s a short and sweet thing.
Also I want review to post another chapter. But this time no need for 10 reviews since I’m so late …
Also all of my stories are posted on my Yahoo Group before, since I am the mod :P
groups.yahoo.com/group/little_Dragon/
Flames are welcome, I never had one so far :)
Story
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Leaning on the side of the windowsill, Jounouchi was gazing outside peacefully. Today, he had received his first real letter from the orphanage.
The first part was a quick note from Mr. Pegasus about being respectful to his benefactor. Again, Jounouchi didn’t even bother to continue reading what he knew was a long sermon from his old director. The caretaker had sent him many of the same during the first two months, but this one was different.
The second part was the main reason of his joy today. In his hand he was holding one of the drawings the two troublemakers had sent to him. It was a simple picture of him, abnormally big with dog-ears and tail, surrounded by one white cat-boy and one yellow wolf-boy. Written in chicken-scratch under the only ‘family picture’ he would ever have, was the name of the orphanage renamed ‘The Golden Eye Pound.’
He had often said in the past that the orphanage was more of a dog-pound then anything else, but instead of sarcasm, he had said it in a warm tone for the younger ones.
As kids, they all had been called animals: mutts, mongrels, stinky rats, street cats, etc. Instead of allowing it to hurt the youngest ones like those words had hurt him, he started to tell them stories about dogs and cats living together as a family. They had been cast away by ungrateful owners or stolen for their beauty and all of them had ended up in the pounds.
It was after this that he started to really love writing and reading. The children had loved the stories and asked for them every night, in some sort of ritual to chase away nightmares caused by the insults from the day. For the most affected, it had become an alternative universe where they could lose themselves in their dreams. And for Marik and Bakura, it was their favorite game.
Marik had titled Jou as the head dog and himself as a golden wolf, saying he would be hunting food. Thankfully the food he ‘hunted’ was only some poor frogs and mice he could catch. Bakura had decided to be a cat, saying cats were better thieves so he could steal food for the family; which ended up as a excuse for trying to steal cookies for the ‘family’.
These two, to him, were terrible little brothers, but he still missed them. They were a family he had chosen and loved. He swore to himself that he would go back and get them someday. If he could get famous and rich then he would adopt Marik and Bakura as his own sons.
Carefully he pined the artwork on the wall next to his bedside, adding in the room a familial touch. Smiling, he unfolded the letter again to re-read it. Stories of pranks and demolitions followed by pleas of another chapter of their story assaulted him.
Warmly, he sent them the new chapter for them, on the parchment he received, with some artwork he tried to do.
Yugi had been nice to help color them, the smaller teen much better then him. When he asked them to whom he was sending it, Jou lied saying it was his younger brothers. Well it wasn’t that much of a lie, they were in his heart and one day would be his younger brothers for real.
He had sent it in the early mail so the kids would receive it before that night.
He was still lost inside of his daydreaming when a banging on the door was heard. He turned his heard toward the door, ready to yell ‘come in’ when Noah entered without waiting for a response.
“Jounouchi I need your help.”
“Hum sure wha-“
“Oh, thank you.” Noah sat next to him on the bed, not even waiting for any invitation to do so. Jou only sighed at this. It wasn’t the first time the other boy acted so straightforwardly. He was acting toward everyone as if they owed him for the mere fact he graced them with his presence.
“You see, my cousin is in town right now, and I cannot time to help him around. I have a meeting with the basketball team and I know the track team has cancelled today. Could you please do it for me? Just show him around the campus and take him for tea, it would be perfect.”
He went toward the door, neither saying goodbye or thank you, and left.
‘Did I just accept to be a tour guide for some unknown, rich bastard?’ Because, of courses anyone related to Noah was bound to be a bastard.
He tried to picture the man, probably the same hair color, that sort of aquamarine blue with the same eye color. He would mostly be uptight, disdainful, and dull. The thought made him shiver. What had he gotten himself into?
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Slightly preoccupied by the fact he had to entertain a perfect stranger, a Kaiba nonetheless, Jou was caught unprepared by the call to the Great Hall. Noah’s cousin had arrived earlier than he thought so he rushed there to meet his guest.
Sadly, as Jou may be a good runner, he was a bad stopper. Finally reaching the Great Hall, he couldn’t stop his sprint and ended up face-first into a warm, hard chest. It took him a moment to come back to his senses, and the warmth emanating from the other man was slightly disturbing to him.
“ If you feel your own feet are working again, you can let me go,” grumbled an annoyed, deep voice.
“Err, yeah sure,” Jounouchi stammered nervously, “ I, err, I am J-jou and, err, are you Noah’s cousin?”
“If I am, does it means my cousin decided to run away from his responsibility like an idiot and forced it on someone else?”
Jou only answered by turning bright red and weakly nodding.
“Seems Noah found himself a new lapdog …”
This simple comment awoke Jou of his stupor.
“I am not a dog!” he screamed at the other man. “And I’m certainly not Noah’s lapdog. I came here on my own.” ‘And now I regret it,’ he added to himself. Oh god, he just screamed at a member of the high class. A member that could get him fired too! But being called a dog was one of the things he hated the most.
He waited for a moment, waiting for a reaction, any reaction. But this wasn’t the one he was expecting.
“Fine, if you say so. Though you did bark back quite loudly. Now show me around since it’s what you’re supposed to do,” the older, taller man said. “I am Seto Kaiba, but you can call me Seto.”
The man was smiling slightly, “If you promise not to bark quite so loudly again.”
Ooh! The man was starting to get on his nerves with the dog jokes. Jou was about to refuse, but he could see in the other man’s eyes that this was the best he could offer as an excuse. He was feeling foolish for screaming at him and if this was a way to start over on a better base, he would take it; even if it came with a bad, dog joke.
“Fine, Seto-san. I will try my best.”
End Chapter 3, next chapter will be via the letters again.
And for the lateness, no need for 10 reviews.
Author: Yukiko Angel
Beta : None this chapter
Rating: G
Pairing(s): Jou/Seto for the moment, maybe Yugi/Yami, Noah/Mokuba
Status: 3/20(?)
Spoilers: None, this is a AU story.
Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction inspired by the novel Daddy-Long-Legs using characters from the series Yugioh. I own nothing, not even a kitty.
Summary: Jou grew up in the orphanage, his only help was his vivid imagination. Now, thankfully to a `daddy-long-legs' or to Daddy-Dragon-King, he can go to Pyramids College in hope of becoming a novelist.
The only payment for all of this? A letter to Daddy-Dragon-King
Author's Note: Daddy Long Legs is my all time favorite fluff story, and for me I needed to pimp it in a Yugioh Ficcie. And for those asking to read it, do it. It’s a short and sweet thing.
Also I want review to post another chapter. But this time no need for 10 reviews since I’m so late …
Also all of my stories are posted on my Yahoo Group before, since I am the mod :P
groups.yahoo.com/group/little_Dragon/
Flames are welcome, I never had one so far :)
Story
--------------
Leaning on the side of the windowsill, Jounouchi was gazing outside peacefully. Today, he had received his first real letter from the orphanage.
The first part was a quick note from Mr. Pegasus about being respectful to his benefactor. Again, Jounouchi didn’t even bother to continue reading what he knew was a long sermon from his old director. The caretaker had sent him many of the same during the first two months, but this one was different.
The second part was the main reason of his joy today. In his hand he was holding one of the drawings the two troublemakers had sent to him. It was a simple picture of him, abnormally big with dog-ears and tail, surrounded by one white cat-boy and one yellow wolf-boy. Written in chicken-scratch under the only ‘family picture’ he would ever have, was the name of the orphanage renamed ‘The Golden Eye Pound.’
He had often said in the past that the orphanage was more of a dog-pound then anything else, but instead of sarcasm, he had said it in a warm tone for the younger ones.
As kids, they all had been called animals: mutts, mongrels, stinky rats, street cats, etc. Instead of allowing it to hurt the youngest ones like those words had hurt him, he started to tell them stories about dogs and cats living together as a family. They had been cast away by ungrateful owners or stolen for their beauty and all of them had ended up in the pounds.
It was after this that he started to really love writing and reading. The children had loved the stories and asked for them every night, in some sort of ritual to chase away nightmares caused by the insults from the day. For the most affected, it had become an alternative universe where they could lose themselves in their dreams. And for Marik and Bakura, it was their favorite game.
Marik had titled Jou as the head dog and himself as a golden wolf, saying he would be hunting food. Thankfully the food he ‘hunted’ was only some poor frogs and mice he could catch. Bakura had decided to be a cat, saying cats were better thieves so he could steal food for the family; which ended up as a excuse for trying to steal cookies for the ‘family’.
These two, to him, were terrible little brothers, but he still missed them. They were a family he had chosen and loved. He swore to himself that he would go back and get them someday. If he could get famous and rich then he would adopt Marik and Bakura as his own sons.
Carefully he pined the artwork on the wall next to his bedside, adding in the room a familial touch. Smiling, he unfolded the letter again to re-read it. Stories of pranks and demolitions followed by pleas of another chapter of their story assaulted him.
Warmly, he sent them the new chapter for them, on the parchment he received, with some artwork he tried to do.
Yugi had been nice to help color them, the smaller teen much better then him. When he asked them to whom he was sending it, Jou lied saying it was his younger brothers. Well it wasn’t that much of a lie, they were in his heart and one day would be his younger brothers for real.
He had sent it in the early mail so the kids would receive it before that night.
He was still lost inside of his daydreaming when a banging on the door was heard. He turned his heard toward the door, ready to yell ‘come in’ when Noah entered without waiting for a response.
“Jounouchi I need your help.”
“Hum sure wha-“
“Oh, thank you.” Noah sat next to him on the bed, not even waiting for any invitation to do so. Jou only sighed at this. It wasn’t the first time the other boy acted so straightforwardly. He was acting toward everyone as if they owed him for the mere fact he graced them with his presence.
“You see, my cousin is in town right now, and I cannot time to help him around. I have a meeting with the basketball team and I know the track team has cancelled today. Could you please do it for me? Just show him around the campus and take him for tea, it would be perfect.”
He went toward the door, neither saying goodbye or thank you, and left.
‘Did I just accept to be a tour guide for some unknown, rich bastard?’ Because, of courses anyone related to Noah was bound to be a bastard.
He tried to picture the man, probably the same hair color, that sort of aquamarine blue with the same eye color. He would mostly be uptight, disdainful, and dull. The thought made him shiver. What had he gotten himself into?
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Slightly preoccupied by the fact he had to entertain a perfect stranger, a Kaiba nonetheless, Jou was caught unprepared by the call to the Great Hall. Noah’s cousin had arrived earlier than he thought so he rushed there to meet his guest.
Sadly, as Jou may be a good runner, he was a bad stopper. Finally reaching the Great Hall, he couldn’t stop his sprint and ended up face-first into a warm, hard chest. It took him a moment to come back to his senses, and the warmth emanating from the other man was slightly disturbing to him.
“ If you feel your own feet are working again, you can let me go,” grumbled an annoyed, deep voice.
“Err, yeah sure,” Jounouchi stammered nervously, “ I, err, I am J-jou and, err, are you Noah’s cousin?”
“If I am, does it means my cousin decided to run away from his responsibility like an idiot and forced it on someone else?”
Jou only answered by turning bright red and weakly nodding.
“Seems Noah found himself a new lapdog …”
This simple comment awoke Jou of his stupor.
“I am not a dog!” he screamed at the other man. “And I’m certainly not Noah’s lapdog. I came here on my own.” ‘And now I regret it,’ he added to himself. Oh god, he just screamed at a member of the high class. A member that could get him fired too! But being called a dog was one of the things he hated the most.
He waited for a moment, waiting for a reaction, any reaction. But this wasn’t the one he was expecting.
“Fine, if you say so. Though you did bark back quite loudly. Now show me around since it’s what you’re supposed to do,” the older, taller man said. “I am Seto Kaiba, but you can call me Seto.”
The man was smiling slightly, “If you promise not to bark quite so loudly again.”
Ooh! The man was starting to get on his nerves with the dog jokes. Jou was about to refuse, but he could see in the other man’s eyes that this was the best he could offer as an excuse. He was feeling foolish for screaming at him and if this was a way to start over on a better base, he would take it; even if it came with a bad, dog joke.
“Fine, Seto-san. I will try my best.”
End Chapter 3, next chapter will be via the letters again.
And for the lateness, no need for 10 reviews.