Lucky the Puppy

Title: Lucky the Puppy

Author: Glue Project

Pairings: SetoJou

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: I only own Lucky and Bewd. Nothing else. And that's -ish, if anything.

Summery: After visiting an animal shelter, Seto takes in a little young puppy. A blond one at that. How is he going to explain it to everyone else who knows of his 'loathing' of another certain human blonde?

Finally, we're back in Seto's POV. The chapter that features odd words and trench coats. (grins) Review replies are at bottom, followed by a trasnlated version of this chapter. (Neh. I could have put the translation next to the word but that doesn't work right.)

EIGHT

"Neb?"

Poke.

A pause.

"Hem-netjer-tepey?"

Poke. Poke.

"Hem." Poke. "Netjer." Poke. "TEPEY!" Poke. Poke poke.

No. I dun' wanna wake up.

I turn over.

A hesitation.

"Reshwet?"

I grumble and throw the covers over my head.

I dun' care if Mokuba is trying to learn a new language.

He can bug me later.

Like sometime I'm awake.

"Merwet?"

That was a bit sing-songy.

"Go't'bed, M'k'ba," I somewhat grumble.

I can hear him 'humph'.

"Hem-netjer-tepey-i. Sedjer...bin." Poke. "Er-her."

I huddle further under the covers.

I really don't care at this point that Mokuba is attempting to speak to me in a different language. (He needs to work on the not-choppy-ness of his words. They don't flow at all.)

He knows that nights are for dreaming of Jou.

Hm. Insert contented purr here.

Hmm...?

Almost feels like my back is getting rubbed.

Nice...

And...huh? Smells like sharpie.

Ii! Cold.

A hard nip, specifically to the back of the neck on the bone before the sharpie draws a final hard line and is capped.

What the...?

"Can you understand me now?"

...Oh shit.

That is not Mokuba.

I unhuddle from beneath the covers, only to see a rather smug, rather...tanned? ...Kastuya seated on my bed.

Wearing nothing other than my white battle city trench coat.

DAMN IT! That's the only one I have left! I've had to put all the other ones away 'cause of things like this!

Dammit!

Why couldn't he wear the black one with the Red-Eyes embroidery! At least that one I'm never gonna wear!

He runs his hand up my back, tracing whatever the hell he wrote on it. His eyes glimmer.

Oh, no. I've seen that look in non-dream-Jou's eyes. Typically means he's planning something.

That's really bad for me.

He leans forward to my ear.

"Well, well." Damn it. I wish he hadn't buttoned the damn coat. I can't see anything! "What do we have here? A mute priest?"

He catches the path my eyes have taken. And chuckles.

Oh shit. That's bad.

For me every hoping to wear that coat again, that is.

His hand continues to trace the marks he ...painted?... before. Then his other one joins it.

And then the hands start to travel lower.

He throws a leg over my now too-shockedto-move-form as his hands move ever lower.

Shiiiiiiiiit.

He leans forward again, lips brushing my ear as he speaks.

"Lets see what my little reborn priest has in store for me, hm?"

Double shit.

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A/N: Er. Heh. Kinda had to stop there. I can't actually write yaoi. May love it, but can't write it. Ya know, the whole 'virgin and a girl to boot. and never had a boyfriend. or kissed.'

Yeah. That sums it up. ;; (If my writing skills ever make it there, I'll post it on here...don't want to risk having this deleted, ne? Kinda surprised as to how implied it got though. Yesh. (hides))

Glue

Translated Version

First off, why two versions?

Because if there was the translated version of the word following in parentheses, it would imply that Seto knew what it meant.

Words came from here : http :www .donf .com/ egypt/ medu/ vocab1.htm (remove the spaces)

#Translated words.#

"#Lord/Master#?"

Poke.

A pause.

"#High Priest#?"

Poke. Poke.

"#Hi-#." Poke. "#-gh#." Poke. "#PRIEST#!" Poke. Poke poke.

No. I dun' wanna wake up.

I turn over.

A hesitation.

"#Joy#?"

I grumble and throw the covers over my head.

I dun' care if Mokuba is trying to learn a new language.

He can bug me later.

Like sometime I'm awake.

"#Love#?"

That was a bit sing-songy.

"Go't'bed, M'k'ba," I somewhat grumble.

I can hear him 'humph'.

"#My High Priest. Sleep...bad.#" Poke. "#Up#."

I huddle further under the covers.

I really don't care at this point that Mokuba is attempting to speak to me in a different language.

He knows that nights are for dreaming of Jou.

Hm. Insert contented purr here.

Hmm...?

Almost feels like my back is getting rubbed.

Nice...

And...huh? Smells like sharpie.

#Come#! Cold.

(grins) I just couldn't help the last line. It worked so well. (Waves and gives a final glomp)