Stinging Beauty
Earning Beauty
I can hear some of you say: ’Huh? I thought, this was supposed to be a song-fic, but now she’s already got four chappies and only one song, what’s up with that?’
Folks, this is going to be a novel, expanding over five years. There will be more than enough songs coming, it’s just that not every chapter requires one. You know, too much of a good thing and so on.
Thus said, let’s see what happens..as I said, Honda will be playing a greater role in this one…
Ja ne!^^
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4. Earning Beauty
Honda had Jou cornered, and although he knew, it was a dangerous task, he was not willing to budge. Crossing his arms, he fixed his stern gaze at the wall behind the blond.
“I can’t believe, you went and did that to Kaiba. I..can’t believe, you broke your promise. ”
Jou didn’t answer, only stared at the floor. Honda sighed.
“Listen Jou, I know Kaiba caught you on an exceptionally bad day, but…Katsuya, do you have any idea what you might have caused?”
The blond flinched at the use of his first name. For the first time in days, he looked into his friends’ eyes, and the brunet almost shivered at the pain and forlornness in those brown orbs. And the immense guilt threatening to overwhelm him, much the same as it had the blond.
“Jou, listen, I know, I..ok, this sounds strange coming from me of all guys, but..I think you and Kaiba should talk. Seriously. ”
Finally, Jou snapped his mouth closed and, lowering his head, began to sob.
At least, that’s what Honda thought he did, the way the blond’s shoulders shook, but he soon stood corrected.
Cackles, mad and uncontrolled, bubbled out of Jou’s throat.
It was a sound that made the hairs on his neck stand up straight.
Shocked, Hiroto took a step back but his friend had already overcome his hysterics. Or hysteria, Honda wasn’t sure which.
“Heh, that’s a good one, I’ll give y’ that, Hiroto! Any idea how I’m s’pposed to pull that off, huh? I mean, I can’t just walk up t’ the guy and say ‘Yo, Kaib’ we gotta chat!’ How do y’ think he’s gonna react to that, huh? ‘Oh, hell yeah, Jou let’s have some tea and talk ‘bout the good ol’ days!’”
Several minutes, the two friends just stared at one another, before Honda tilted his head to the right snd said in a calm, quiet voice:
“Who knows? Maybe he’s just waiting for you to say exactly that, ne?”
“Kaiba. ”
He chose to ignore the call as he strode towards his limousine.
“Kaiba, matte kudasai*!” Again, the plea went unheard as the young CEO reached out with one elegant hand to open the door of the impressive vehicle.
Alas, another hand took him by the shoulder and halted his motion.
Swerving around, Kaiba glared at his opposite.
“Don’t you ever dare touch me, you low-live, good-for-nothing, two-tongued kusouyarou#!”
Jou didn’t even blink at the insult, but waited until the CEO had finished raging.
“Look, I know y’ don’t want t’ even see me, but we really need t’ discuss this out. ”
Kaiba’s blue eyes narrowed in hatred.
“I seriously doubt that, make-inu!”
“Nii-san, come on, stop fighting with Jou-kun!” begged a boy’s voice, and out peeked Mokuba who had been waiting for his elder brother to get in. Nodding, he mumbled:
“Kon-ichi wa, Jounouchi.” The blond returned the greeting, and for a fleeting moment, Kaiba saw a faint spark of compassion in the otherwise dull, brown orbs. Straightening himself, he hissed:
“Now that we have exchanged our hellos, I will be on my way. Do not bother me anymore, mutt. ”
“I don’t care what y’ call or how much you try t’ ignore me, but we’re gonna have that talk, like it or not” snarled Jou, as he pulled the brunet closer to him and rasped:
“We have t’ do this, for our own sakes, ‘cause it’s killing the two of us, piece by piece. Someday, one of us won’t be able to take it anymore, and end it. And when that happens, the other one will surely follow. But if you prefer t’ die and abandon your brother…”
Azure eyes flitted back and forth between Jou and Mokuba, before Kaiba agreed reluctantly:
“Fine. Tonight. My house, nine pm sharp. Be punct-“
“Iie, can’t make it before ten. I’m working late tonight.”
If Kaiba was surprised, he didn’t show it.
“Ten o’clock then. Be late even one minute and the conversation will not come to happen. Ever.”
Sliding into his seat, the brunet shut the door closed, and off they were.
Jou watched the rapidly departing limousine, blond bangs softly swaying in the afternoon breeze.
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Oookayy, who’s responsible for this sappy ending scene(glares at her muses)Well? (Muses act, as if Felidae doesn’t exist. Authoress mumbles profanities under her breath) Serves me right, for letting them stay… ¬ ¬’
*Jap: wait please/stop
#Jap: bastard