Stinging Beauty
You're pretty, when you smile
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(Grins) Just
another chapter full of drabble-oh, and a short, important plot point aswell,
although it’s well hidden. Still, I hope, you enjoy this one here, and remember
to review!
Arigato and
ja ne!^^
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groaned.
trying to host a take-over between three different companies, and Jou was
sprawled on the bed behind him, twisting and bucking and mewling like a horny
cat.
fingers through his chestnut tresses, the CEO sighed:
onegai, Jou, I have to concentrate on this meeting, or everything I have been
working on for the past three months will be nil. Just-give me ten more
minutes, ok?”
an answer, there was a soft rustle of cloth, and then Jou stood next to him in
full glory, left hand resting on the back of Kaiba’s seat, right one on the
desk, and let his gaze shift over the screen.
view was..distracting, would have been an understatement.
positively drooling, when he took in his lover’s concentrated look, the tan,
glowing skin, lean body and errect member.
the brunet’s tongue snaked between his teeth, as if trying to catch the single
drop of precum treathening to dribble down Jou’s cock.
shop rights and make sure all priority owner joint assets are yours, then you
can offer them 86’000 Yen a share and still come out over the top.”
was first one for Seto, and Jou shook his head.
“Chuusei’*s
stocks are dropping, and despite their continuously growing market presence,
it’s only a matter of time until it all comes crashing down. You’re their only
save way out, so be sure to let them know it.”
Scowling,
Kaiba tore his sight from the blond and started typing like wild.
A few
moments later, he rasped:
“Kuso,
Jounouchi, how did you know?”
Abruptly,
he stood from his chair, glaring at his lover.
“When did
you learn about Chuusei’s financial debacle? How-how come you know anything
about marketing and-“
“Oh please,”
the blond rolled his eyes, “we had to do a project on market research and
corporate-oriented management. So I thought ‘hey, if you’re with the best there
is, why not learn from him?’ Of course, I changed the names et all, but sensei
was still pleased and gave me an ‘A’.”
Jou
stretched languidly, and Seto had to fight the urge to grab and leave bite
marks all over him.
“It’s not
as if I wouldn’t pay attention, when you’re complaining or bragging about Kaiba
Corp, you know?”
There was a
short silence, and then Seto snapped:
“Get on
that bed, now, so I can pound you senseless, Jounouchi Katsuya!”
Some forty
minutes later, Jou slept cradled in the brunet’s arms, exhausted and
thouroughly satisfied.
Although he
was equally tired, Seto detached himself gently from the blond and rose.
He
staggered over to his desk, and, flipping open his cell phone, opened a drawer
in his desk and took out a sealed enveloppe.
“Akagi?
Yes, I have decided about the changes-no, I am absolutely sure. Hai. Never mind
the status, yes-I am very well aware of that, Iafter all. Indubitably. Hai. I expect it tomorrow on my desk-yes, I am
aware that it is past twelve now. Your point being? Hn. I thought so.
Sayonara.”
Tossing the
phone back onto his desk, the CEO stalked back to the bed, shaking his head.
“Attorneys”,
he mumbled under his breath, snuggled into Jou’s embrace and was fast asleep,
before he knew it.
“Shizuka, please!”
begged Honda, but his girlfriend only laughed harder.
Finally,
she caught her breath and gasped:
“Go-gomen
nasai, aibou, but-but this is simply too funny!”
Honda only
growled in frustration and embarassment, as he opened the letter he had
received along with the humiliating photography(the picture showed a
twelve-years old Honda clinging to a dive-board, swimming trunks well below the
knees, a desperate, teary look on his features).
Scanning
the page before him, his face lit up, then he started grinning and finally
broke into open laughter.
Shizuka
gave him a puzzled glance.
“Nani?”
Honda’s
guffaws grew even louder, as he handed the brunette the letter. The girl read
it, then paled and finally went beet red.
“Oh no,
nii-san, how could you!”
Indeed, how
could her elder brother tell her boyfriend that on her first visit to the
national museum, when she was barely four years old, she had gotten so
frightened by the Bunraku# puppets, she had actually left a little puddle on
the floor? And ran screaming for her mother, when she caught sight of the oni
masks?
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“Muutou
Yugi!”
The
aforementioned flinched at the tone in his grandfather’s voice, as he came
rushing down the stairs.
Sugoroku
Muutou stood there, ordering sheet in one hand and a stern look on his normally
gentle features.
“Would you
care to explain this to me?” demanded the elder man, even as Yugi
crossed his eyes in order to read the inscriptions.
He blinked,
read again, then almost fell over backwards.
“I-I-I
never ordered that! You must have confused our shop with the store down the
road”, he stuttered, flabberghasted.
The
delivery guy only shook his head.
“Iie, says
here, twelve copies of Urushihara’s ‘Love’, three copies of ‘La Blue Girl’,
director’s cut, five ‘Bondage Faries-The Collector’s Edition,’” at this,
Sugoroku cringed and shot Yugi a dark look, who had gone almost deathly pale,
“and one life-sized inflatable ‘Teeta’ doll, complete with her ‘Plastic Little’
uniform. Paid in advance and to be delivered as soon as possible, Kame Game
Shop, Domino City, signed, Muutou Yugi.”
Both men
blinked in confusion, then the elder Muutou asked:
“Matte,
matte kudasai, it has already been paid in advance?”
The delivery
man nodded.
frowned.
“We never
pay anything in advance, which has to be ordered by piece. Especially
rarities. To easy for someone to slip in a cheap fake.” Yugi nodded in
agreement.
“Hai. But
if I didn’t order it, and you
surely did neither, then who-?”
A suspicion
rose in the duelist’s brain.
Normally,
students of the opposite gender were not allowed in the men’s dorms, but one
look at Kouta Yukiru’s face made every male student and teacher decide to let
it slip for once.
Fuming, the
tall brunette reached her destination, drew back her right leg-and kicked the
door in front of her open.
“Gokasho
Hiroyuki, come out so I can give you the beating of your lifetime!”
Her fiancé,
who was sitting at his desk reading a textbook, stared at her as if she were a
being straight out of hell(considering the rage apparently displayed on her
features, he was probably not so far from the truth).
“Ara, Yukuri,
wha-?”
“Explain this
to me, you ecchi bastard! How dare you?!?” she screamed, as she tossed a
crumpled, soft black something into his face.
Confused,
the student picked the item from his head, unfolded it-and his jaw dropped.
“So tell
me, what were you thinking, when you sent me this négligée?”
Pinching
his nose to prevent the nosebleed caused by the image of his jousei in the
sinfully cut silk, Hiroyuki shook his head.
“I swear, I
didn’t send you anything! Although now I wish, I had...” he added quietly.
Yukuri
glared at him, then shoved a note under his nose.
“If it’s
not from you, then why did you put this in, heh?”
Hiroyukui’s
eyes flew over the note, even as he grew more and more puzzled.
‘Dearest
Yukuri,’ it read, ‘whilst
on my way home, I passed a lingerie shop and saw this in the window. It
reminded me so much of you, I just had to buy it. I hope, you like it,
because I am sure, it perfectly suits you, my most beautiful shouyousei.#
With love eternal ~Hiroyuki.’
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Gokasho read the note a second and third time,
then folded the letter and stated in a gravely tone:
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Somebody’s going to die for this.”
“For the
last time, I’m not going to do it! I have no idea who put up that
note-no, it’s not from me, so stop calling!”
Bakura Ryou
was fuming.
So much,
though, even his yami considered, it was saver to stay in his soul room.
Obviously,
somebody had considered it funny attaching a note with Ryou’s phone number on
it, reading ‘will translate Japanese adult movies into English and vice versa
for free.”
His phone
had not stopped ringing for three days straight, and Ryou vowed to himself, to
let Bakura have a little..fun, with whomever was responsible.
Mokuba
was..horrified, to say the least.
“You..can’t
be serious”, he whispered.
Seto only
gave him a regal gaze.
“Of course
I am. Starting next Monday, you will be transferred. It’s only a test phase, one
month, to see how you like it. After that, you can still decide wether or not
to remain there.”
His outoto
moaned.
“But Seto,
a boarding school!”
“-Is
exactly the thing you need. I have been cuddling and petting you far too long,
and this caused this whole..distasteful event.”
Mokuba
crossed his arms and pouted.
“Sheesh,
you really can’t take a joke!”
Kaiba
frowned.
“Mokuba,
you joined forces with Jou’s friends and sister in order to humiliate both of
us. Today it may be a simple prank, but what about tomorrow? A plot to take
over Kaiba Corp, as I did? I am not questioning your loyalities, but,”
he folded
his hands and rested his chin on them,
“you must
realize, that I am not only your elder brother, but also your legal guardian.
And as either, I can expect a certain amount of respect from my outoto, ne?”
Mokuba
studied the floor, shuffling his feet. Seto gave him what might have been
considered a soft smile.
“Don’t be
upset, Mokuba, I’m doing this for your best. You are old enough to learn to
take a certain responsibility for your actions. Besides, it’s only one month,
weekends and holidays not included, which you will be spending at home. With
me. And you can phone me, whenever you feel the need to.”
The
raven-haired teen mumbled something profane under his breath, then sighed:
“Monday it
is then, ne?”
His elder
brother nodded, and Mokuba wished him a goodnight, listlessly trudging out the
office.
Several
minutes passed, and then Jou stepped in from the balcony, where he had been hiding.
“You are truly
evil, Kaiba Seto. How can you pull such a prank on your own brother? Making him
believe he’s being sent to boarding school, when in real he will only be
hosting the opening of Kaiba Land’s newest attaction. And here I was thinking,
what you did to Yugi was cruel.”
Jou
pondered a second, then mused:
“Ok, what I
did to Honda, Shizuka, Hiroyuki and Ryou wasn’t that nice either.”
The CEO
only cocked a brow.
“Well,
considering Mokuba stuffed me into a dress and coated my face with make-up…”
Chuckling,
the blond sat on the edge of the large mahogani desk.
“You know,
you actually looked very cute with the lipstick and eyeshadow-“
a death
glare was directed towards him,
“-although
they weren’t really your color.”
Seto only
hmped, even as Jou leaned in for a kiss.
Once they managed
to break apart, the brunet whispered:
“And
Ryuji-?”
“Has been
taken care of”, purred Jou, as he let his fingers glide down his lover’s chest,
unbuttoning the shirt in the process.
Ryuji Otogi
stared at the ‘Ohayou Ousaka Kouman+’.
Then he let
out an inarticulate scream and fainted dead away, his hands still clutching the
university’s newspaper.
On the
front page was a picture of him, next to the headlines, reading:
‘Ryuji a
fake!
Underneath,
the article began with the words:
‘According
to reliable resources, Ryuji Otogi’s famous black hair is a wig.
The
informant, who wants to remain anonymous, stated:
“I always
thought, y’ know, it’s the real thing. That was until after that one party,
when he was completely drunk, and just-tore it off. It was scary, really.”
Until the
time this issue was printed, Ryuji had yet to confirm or deny this grave
accusation…’
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Yes,
indeed, revenge is a dish best served chilled-wait until after summer vacation,
when they think they’re safe, and then hit them with all you got…
I confess, I
have no idea whatsoever about stocks and shares, or financial assets-whatever
that is!^^°
I just
wanted Jou to sound professional, so I’m sorry if I made any mistakes, ‘kay?
Bunraku
puppets are rather large, it takes three men to steer this puppet, but the
effect is..simply stunning
The animes
and mangas mentioned are, for those who don’t know them, among the best of
their genre-yes, hentai. Imagine the delivery man’s thoughts…(G)
* Jap:
loyality
# Jap: elf(yes, those cute little fairy-like creatures^^)B
+ Jap:
pride (roughly translated: Good Morning, Osaka’s Pride)