Stinging Beauty

So, what’s the deal with Hiroyuki’, you might ask. Read and fight out, and while you’re at it, review too!

Arigato!^^

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31. Just by mistake

“You gotta help me! You’re my only chance, Jounouchi! Onegai!” pleaded Hiroyuki with the blond.

Said one rolled his eyes, before scratching his head.

“Ok, fine, I’ll see what I can do, but-“

“Oh, thank you, arigatou, arigatou, arigatou…”

The short brunet bowed repeatedly, until Jou had to fight the urge to smack his friend across the face. Instead, he grabbed the other teen’s shoulders, and, straightening him, grunted:

“Hey, knock it off, people are already staring at us. Now, do you think, we can discuss this out like normal human beings, or do I have to put you in a hot bath?”

Gokasho nodded, then shook his head, then settled for a shrug. Jou groaned.

“Listen, I got advanced polytechnics in-” he checked his watch”-ten minutes, Meet me after that in my room, and I’ll see what I can do. Just don’t expect any wonders. ”

He couldn’t stop laughing.

To his credit, he tried until his ears hurt from the suppressed guffaws, but it just broke out of him again.

Hiroyuki pouted.

“Honte de, I fail to see what’s so amusing, Jounouchi. ”

Wiping the tears from his face, the blond hiccuped:

“It’s, it’s only the irony of the situation, believe me. So, Kouta Yukuri is your flavor of the month, ne?”

A blush crept across Gokasho’s features at the mentioning of the captain of both the Kyudo and Aikido club.

She was a sight, Jou had to admit, built like a brick house, her copper tresses in a high ponytail and sparkling emerald eyes. Only a little shorter than himself, she towered over Hiroyuki like a sycamore over an oak.

Yet, despite her…amazone-like physique and occasionally quick temper, she was one of the shyest, sweetest, most caring people he had ever met.

And she had fallen head over heels for Hiroyuki.

Jou crossed his arms behind his back and smirked:

“Let me guess, you need me to get the girl, right?”

To his surprise, Gokasho shook his head.

“Iie, I asked her out, and we..uhh, got a-date for coming..Saturday. ”

Shifting nervously back and forth, he quickly continued:

“I-I need you to show me how to..dance. ”

Mouth slightly agape, Jou stared at his friend. Then he blinked and rasped:

“I do hope you’re referring to dancing as an art form or sportive event and not-“

“No, no, of course not, I would never-I mean, she-and and and then.. ”

Hiroyuki ducked his head, cleared his voice and asked timidly:

“So, uhh, care to dance?”

Jou winced for the eight time in as many minutes.

What Hiroyuki lacked in talent, he made up for in enthusiasm.

Jou pitied Yukuri already now.

And growled, when his friend stepped on his left foot yet again.

“Hiro! Resume position! This is waltz, not the Macarena, so stop bouncing around!"

Taking firm hold of Hiroyuki’s waist, Jou forced his pupil to stand straight and make eye contact, then counted:

“Left-back-three, right-front-three, left, two-three, right, two-three-“

A curt knock, as the door swung open, and in stepped a tall brunet with cold blue eyes and the demeanor of an aristocrat.

Unison, the three young men stopped mid-tracks.

And then Jounouchi yelled “Seto!”, leapt at his lover, threw his arms around this one’s neck and attempted to kiss the living daylights out of the CEO.

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Don’t worry, this is only a tiny, itsy-bitsy mini-cliffie-I’ll be back soon with more. Ja ne!^^