Gettin' Bi Mai

Author's Corner: Well here it is, a long anticipated chapter to 'Bi Mai. ^^ I hope it will be worth the wait. I apologize again for the length of time it took for me to update. Now with school back into my life, I will try to dedicate myself to updating my stories in a weekly manner. I'm still reinventing ways to manage my time and handling updates so please bear with me. I must say, Gettin' Bi Mai will probably end up being like some sort of novel. lol So this story will definitely be around for awhile. Let's hope, you, my faithful readers won't get bored. lol


Gather round my children, It’s Mother Mizu’s Storytime! ^^ *Enjoy*

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!!?”

The blond barely flinched at the producer’s hysterical screeching as he and the rest of the band sat solemnly in the now quiet conference room.

“…A confession?” Jou replied nonchalantly as he played with his treasured Zippo lighter. It startled him that such a response may actually have a bit of truth to it…just a bit though.

“NOOO! THAT’S WHAT YOU CALL A SCANDAL!” Kyo forcibly brought his hands down upon the table in front of his lead singer causing a loud resounding smack. “A SCANDAL IN WHICH THIS BAND DOES NOT NEED NOR CAN HANDLE!”

“Hmmm..” The blond sat back thoughtfully. “Scandal…handle….Scandalous….can you handle this….”

He looked to his band mates on either side of him asking, “Hey do ya guys, by any chance, have a pencil and some paper on ya, I think I got somethin’…”

“DAMMIT KATS! Maybe YOU don’t care what happens to this band but at least think about the rest us; this selfishness cannot be tolerated!” Kyo abruptly sat up from his towering position over Jou as he proceeded to pace the floor erratically. “KAMI! It’s going to take a SHIT load of money in trying to keep this from spreading…”

“Then don’t try…” Satoru finally spoke up as he examined his nails. “The fans know that Kuroki and I are gay so it really shouldn’t be a big deal.

The hazel-eyed singer looked to the guitarist in genuine surprise. He thought for sure that there would be gloating. “Gee, thanks…Satoru.” He said a bit unsure.

However, inwardly, the strawberry blond smirked; he had a keen idea on just how Jou would be punished for this anyway. Hell, no need to get mad over something that was totally going to be in his favor.

“And talking about being selfish!” Mai scoffed as she moved some hair from her eyes. “What about my fans!? They were psyched about Kats and me getting married!

Green eyes stared at the vain vixen before he nonchalantly looked to his nails again. “Oh yea…didn’t think of that. Oh! Wait…Mai’s fans…” Satoru counts to three on his fingers. “Nope, like I said, it still wouldn’t be a problem.”

Kuroki guffawed as he proceeded to take his drumsticks out and tapped a light tune on the table.

“Please, please, PLEASE no more fighting and arguing!” The stressed producer rubbed his temples in an attempt to relieve the impending migraine. Why the hell didn’t he bring any aspirin? “You guys have a photo shoot this evening. Just concentrate on that while the manager and I figure out how to salvage this mess in which our endearing lead singer had graciously bestowed upon us.”

“Yeah, ya do that.” Jou yawned as he got up and stretched. “As fah me, I’m gonna soak in mah in suite hot tub and heh, maybe even have some company.” The blond then mentally winced at some very provocative images that he, himself had inadvertently created. A blue-eyed naked god, removing long silky wet strands of hair from his flawless face is NOT something that the blond should by any means be thinking about! He’s a man dammit! And men don’t think about other men being well…a man. It’s umanly, it’s dis…well it’s not disgusting, at least not with HIM but it’s…well it’s…shit! He just shouldn’t be thinking about it!

Kuroki shook his head and snickered lightly at the singer’s obvious internal battle as he continued to tappity-tap on the table. Denial is certainly not just a river in Egypt.

Satoru snorted, haughtily. “Hmph, talk about being in hot water. You just enjoy yourself.” He then grinned smugly and he laughed outright. “And I guess I might as well relax in my suite as well, I’m also having company.”

Even more snickers accompany the steady rhythm of taps.

Jou raised his eyebrow in genuine curiosity. “Oh really?”

“Yup, I bet he just can’t wait to see me!” Green eyes glittered in hidden excitement, “He’s probably throwing his things at my door right now, waiting for me.”

***

BAM!

A silver metal briefcase violently slammed against a certain guitarist door before it completely rested upon a growing pile of black leather luggage.

“Who in da flying hell does he think he is!” An irate brunet male disappeared into a room, four doors down and emerged out of it with an armful of black, blue, and white Armani suits in plastic.

“I may not be who I used to be but dammit, I am Kaiba. Mother. Fucking. Seto. And I don’t take shit from anybody! Making me look like a damn fool, stupid bastard!” The very expensive tailored suits were thrown unceremoniously on to the floor like trash, completely missing the pile. “I’ve gotten way too soft. Now I’m just a joke to every damn body!”

Then in the best Jounouchi voice he could muster, the hysterical CEO imitated, “’Heh, Heh. Matter of fact, he’s watchin’ right now, Konnichiwa, Kaiba-kuuun!’ Gah! Who DOES shit like that!” He disappeared into Kyo’s room, coming back out with some toiletries and other miscellaneous small items that would occasionally fall out of his arms, making a nice long trail between the two rooms. “Such a fucking idiot, I hate him!” The brunet then took a short pause, rethinking over his angst. “Well, at least I WISH I hated him. I mean, that’s fucking got to count for something!”

Kaiba, with an agitated sigh looked to his left and saw two maids dressed in pink and white uniforms, staring in horror at him. “Do you have keys to this room? I have one for that room down the hall but I need a key for this one.”

Not sure how to respond to an angry customer, the maids just looked to one another in silence.

“Keys? Keys?! You know the metal shit that you need to unlock the door with.”

The two women jumped at the booming voice and begin to talk in Chinese gibberish, flailing their hands wildly.

“Fuck yes, I’m the crazy Japanese guy that’s asking for keys! I can speak Chinese, you dumb broads! Now where are they?”

Even more loud and intelligible gibberish reached the blue-eyed man, who finally found himself shouting out some very offensive Chinese in frustration. This quickly hushed the currently wide-eyed women until eventually they became livid.

“OW, SHIT! WHAT THE HELL!” Kaiba immediately covered his left eye in pain, as a rolled up complimentary towel caught him in it. “I CAN FUCKING SUE YOU FOR THAT!” He ducked as a spray bottle of sanitary solution nearly found purchase against his skull. “STOP THAT! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!?” For an answer, a series of mints and bar soap began to rain down upon the distressed brunet, bombarding him in various places on his body. Stunned, he rubbed the side of his throbbing face as one particular bar of hotel soap connected with him. “WHO IN THE HELL THROWS MINT AND SOAP AT KAIBA SETO! YOU MUST’VE LOST YOUR DAMN MI-“

The brunet suddenly found himself sputtering as a mop head smacked him right in his reddened face causing him to stumble backward. He shielded his face as he saw the blur of the cleaning tool swinging his way again, this time landing painfully against his ear. Coughing, trying desperately to get some air back into his lungs, the young billionaire retreated down the hall with two furious hotel maids giving Chinese war cries, holding up mops and dragging their cleaning carts, on his heels.

“Omigawd! Shit! I can’t see!” Kaiba rubbed furiously at his burning blue orbs, the aquatic solution had seeped through his clenched eyelids. He stumbled his way further down; wincing as something that felt suspiciously like an aerosol can hit his back. Somewhere in his hazy, frantic mind, he couldn’t help but blame that damned blond for this. If it wasn’t for the fact that Jounouchi was tragically mentally challenged as well as being so painfully hot, he, the usually cool and confident CEO of a multi-billion dollar corporation, wouldn’t have ended up endangered of facing an untimely end to insane Chinese maids and their cleaning supplies.

The stuff that had been sailing over the brunet’s head gradually became a hazard, in which the blue-eyed male blindly stepped onto something in particular that rolled out from under him. A silent gasp escaped Kaiba’s lips and he felt his whole world tilting more and more horizontally. Great, now his very handsome and attractive face is going to get splattered all over the carpeted floor. He liked his face dammit!

Nonetheless, Kaiba braced himself for impact, ready to accept his fate. However, fate seem to have other plans as strong hands grasped his biceps and held him in an awkward position. The brunet released his breath that he seem to have had in his lungs for enternity with relief flooding through his veins. So it seemed that he, Kaiba Seto, could still be his sexy self for one more day. Unexpectantly, Jounouchi's smooth voice brought the billionaire crashing down faster than his previous predicament.

“Shit! Are ya alright, Kaib’?”

With eyes still clench shut, Kaiba jerked violently away from the hold causing him to fall. He was ready, however, and he landed on his hands and then proceeded to scramble to his feet. Chest heaving, he ignored the loud screeching of none other than Satoru as the guitarist was obviously giving the two maids hell. Besides, he had his own screeching to do and with that intent, he pointed his finger, taking a deep breath.

“DON’T YOU ‘KAIB’’ ME! YOU NO GOOD, SON OF A BITCH RETARD!” The brunet took in more harsh gulps of air. “THE AUDACITY! DO I LOOK LIKE A FOOL?“

“Yes.” Someone that sounded so much like Kuroki abruptly replied with a snicker.

“Er, Kaib’…I’m ovah here.”

“Wha—“

“Ya screaming at a rack full of luggage.”

All but Jou started to chuckle and guffaw uncontrollably as the furious CEO rubbed viciously at his eyes, forcing vision into them. Even Satoru choked back a few bouts of laughter as he purposely allowed the fumbling hotel maids to run off with their carts.

When the blurry images of blobs began to form into actual people, only one face stood out to the weary brunet. Those bothersome hazel eyes gleamed in concern for him, and it just infuriated the wounded man even more.

“Fuck, ya guys. Dis shit ain’t funny!” The lead singer of Shattered Dreams walked carefully up to his ‘boyfriend’ and gently took his soft pale face into his hands. “Kaib, can ya see? I mean, ya eyes are really red.”

The distraught CEO found himself mesmerized by those honey orbs, wishing so much that the passion his cloudy vision was seeing was indeed real. But, reality again hindered him from investigating further into the matter as he abruptly remembered that he was supposed to be angry with the gorgeous idiot. “G-GET OFF OF ME! I’M ON TO YOU!”

Jou in his shock, stood hastily back and looked at the trembling brunet in confusion. “On ta me?”

“YES ON TO YOU!” Kaiba fisted a shaky fist into his hair, trying to preserve the bit of dignity he had left. A number of suite rooms had opened and heads of curious people poked out. Some outright walked into the hall with sleepy, angry expressions on their faces. The last thing he wanted was for any of them to think of him as being some crazed ex-lover. There was enough bad publicity to go around already.

“Do you think this is funny?! Saying such filth to the media! What’s next, you going to set me up for an even worst breakup then Brittney Spears and that disgusting bastard, Kevin Federline?! ”

“Kami, Kaiba! Calm down! Ya being irra—“

“Screw that! I can see it now! You’ll just use me to get an edge in your career and then publicly humiliate me at some CD party, THAT YOU DON’T INVITE ME TOO!”

The blond, speechless, viciously shook his head as Satoru pushed past him and grabbed his beloved friend by the shoulders. “Oh Seto-darlin', stop acting out with such bullshit! There’s no need to get all melodramatic!” The strawberry blond gave a chaste kiss on the side of the brunet’s face and held him close, ignoring the golden lasers for eyes that burned into his skull. “It’ll be ok.”

"No, it's not going to be ok! After I get publically humiliated in front of millions…"

"No, yo--"

"I'll lose my self-confidence."

"Seto-kun, please..."

"And blindly befriend that, that, that whore who gives France a bad name!"

"Now you know..."

"My god, and to think I used to be a man that wore tailored suits and graced front covers of Fortune magazine but NOW, I’m going to be reduced to having my dick hanging out, drunk in a limo on the cover of the National Enquirer! Oh kami, I’ll be ruined. RUINED!!"

"DAMMIT SETO GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!" The irritated guitarist firmly shook the hysterical CEO back to his senses. "Now you look at me. Look. At. Me."

The brunet with a heavy frown on his face reluctantly did what was asked. But he wasn't quick enough to catch the heated glares and silent insults between the two band mates that he was currently standing in the middle of. Instead he looked up just in time for green eyes to look down to his blue ones.

"You're not going to get publicly dumped, you're not going to lose ANY self-confidence, you know you're too damn proud for that! And you're sure as hell, absolutely NOT going to befriend and go partyin' with Paris Hilton. If ANYONE is destined to fuck with her is Mai." Kaiba quickly shifted his azure orbs from the intense gaze he was currently receiving, not liking at all that he was being scolded. But the strawberry blond wouldn’t have any of it as he simply lifted the brunet's chin back up to his eye level. "So take a chill pill, darling. Everything WILL be fine."

Just then, the female restroom door, that was two doors down from their current location, swung open, to reveal the violet-eyed vixen herself. In a posh manner, she ran a couple of fingers through her blond hair before she made her way towards the rest of Shattered Dreams.

Kuroki, slowly wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes and immediately noticed the rapid approach of the curvy figure coming their way. He nervously looked to the arguing bunch and knew that Mai did NOT need to hear this particular argument. However, before the drummer could try and give a heads up, his eyes interlocked with that of Jou’s and knew that they both were on the same wavelength. Man, if he only had time to run to his room and microwave up some popcorn. The grey-eyed man was starting to like this thing call drama.

Heaving a huge sigh, Kaiba gently pried himself away from the guitarist’s clutches. “Shit. You’re right, Satoru. I really don’t know what came over me. I only been with you guys for a couple of days and I’m already losing it.”

“Hell, it’s not your fault hon that you had to deal with the King of Hypocrisy and his bullshit as soon as you walked through the door.” Finally noticing the horrid harpy rapidly advancing toward them, Satoru breath hitched.

Snorting loudly, the brunet couldn’t help but get angry all over again. “I’m really starting to rethink my decision on this damned pretending act like we’re –“

“--friends instead of lovers. I’m so sorry, koi ta put ya through dis.”

Kaiba barely had time to register what was going on before he was grabbed by the arm and pulled roughly against another hard chest. He groaned in torturous pleasure at the familiar intoxicating scent of cologne and Jounouchi as the said blond nuzzled him affectionately against his cheek. Yet being in those arms wasn’t going to quell his fury that easily this time around. The singing mutt must learn his place or else the brunet will suffer even more so than necessary. “WHAT DID I FUCKING JUST TELL YOU ABOUT TOUCHING ME!?”

Even though a bit taken back from the unusual resistance, Jou stayed calm as he lovingly rubbed small circles upon the increasingly addicting smooth skin under the brunet’s shirt. “I know ya mad about what happened today, but please, precious, don’t say anything dat ya end up regretting.”

“Oh look who’s talking! Don’t say shit to me about saying regretful things while you’re spewing your nauseating lies! You can just kiss my ass!”

“I would love to but first…” The blond loomed closer and closer to his beau’s face. “Ya gotta shut da hell up!” The blond then snarled lowly and harshly, letting his lips brush against the blue-eyed man’s vulnerable ear.
Kaiba gasped and nearly pierced a hole through his bottom lip with his teeth as he desperately attempted to stop the moan that was making its way up. Guess it was indeed time to shut up now.

“Hmph, it seems your little boy toy isn’t exactly too happy with your stunt. Is it safe to assume that we can resume the wedding as scheduled?”

The young CEO’s azure eyes widen at the annoying whiney voice. It quickly dawned on him that he had almost inadvertently blown their cover. He was furious with the delectable male who’s holding him sure, but not to the point that he would let the blond run back to Mai. Jounouchi deserved someone special, and even if it won’t be him, he could at least help send his love interest in the right direction. It really did sicken him that he’s acting this mushy but with that intolerable bitch, such emotions were something that had to be overlooked, at least for now.

In response, the blond singer cooed to a rather irritable brunet, who would flinch away whenever his lips would draw near. “Well I guess I have ta find a way ta make it up ta him, so hopefully in da future dere will be a wedding ta resume.”

This completely took Kaiba off guard as he hung his mouth agape to let out a shocked gasp. For Kami’s sake, this idiot’s next album should be called ‘Full Of Shit’ with “Mindfuck” being the first hit single!

Jounouchi smirked as he saw that damnable mouth presenting him with an opportunity that he was more than willing to take. He dove into those beautiful parted lips with a questing tongue and growled involuntarily in content. It disturbed the blond greatly that even if Mai wasn’t there to provoke him, he would’ve probably taken advantage of this opportunity anyway—if not sooner.

“I KNOW you’re not saying what I think you’re saying!” The violet-eyed woman rushed up, grabbed golden locks of healthy hair and tugged in the utmost urgency.

Jou winced aloud, breaking the kiss and immediately released his hold on the warm body to firmly grip the offending wrist above him.

“You’re not going to marry him in MY wedding that I had worked so hard in coordinating! I wish you’d just stop this ridiculous phase that you’re in!”

“FUCK! I swear ta Kami ya have one more damn time ta put ya hands on me!” The blond snarled as he roughly detangled his ex-fiancée’s manicured death grip from his mane. “I’m financing dat damned wedding so I’ll do whatevah da hell I want wit it!”

“I swear that harlot is the reason why those blond jokes were invented.” The guitarist sneered just as Kuroki walked closer to him for a better view. The drummer smirked. “But Satoru, those jokes have been around for a very long time.”

“Yea well, so has she.”

“Dammit! Why are ya not getting it?! How many times do I have ta spell it out ta ya? It’s ov, ov, um, it’s…” Jou Kats, the legendary singer of Shattered Dreams took a staggering breath as two mischievous hands had snuck up from behind him and flattened themselves across his well-defined chest. Well, one of them did, the other hand had decided to take a more southerly route as deft fingers ran over the ridges of the blond’s abs until they reached about an inch under his pants.

“Aww, don’t get so upset my golden god, she’s only not ‘getting it’ because she simply can’t have it. Not when I mmmm, got this.” Kaiba swallowed hard for all the stamina that he was going to need and melded his body against the back of his long-time crush.

Satoru and Kuroki stared transfixed at the sudden but well-welcomed turn of events. They weren’t too sure that this was going to bode well for their lead singer in the long run but as long as they were getting a free show, it wasn’t a concern. Hell, Jou more or less deserved what he was about to receive from the brunet anyway.

“K-K-Kaiba, baby? W-what are ya doin’?” Jou rasped, violently fidgeting under the blue-eyed male’s questing digits, particularly the ones that had taken a liking to his smooth shaved groin. As if things hadn’t been irritating enough, he couldn’t even remember the last time he had been this bothered--if he had ever gotten this bothered. This was starting to scare the shit out of him.

“What am I doing? Is it a crime to feel up my lover in public? I mean everyone now knows that we’re an item.” The brunet lowered his head to gently nibble at the golden skin of the blond’s slender neck, working his way up to an equally enticing ear. Damn, how long has it been since he fantasized about doing this?

“T-true but…ah…Ya-ya don’t have ta put dat…aahh umm…dat inta effect immediately!” Jou groaned as he tried so hard to keep his breathing in check. There had to be a cure for this, some kind of Anti-gay serum or some shit. His body was now starting to transform every caress, every nibble that the seductive CEO was giving into blood that was rapidly traveling southward.

“Omigawd…That’s some hot shit.” Satoru breathed out, feeling rather uncomfortable. He absentmindedly began to trail his hand up under his shirt to pinch a nipple.

“Mmmhmmm.” Kuroki subtly rubbed his stomach as his grey eyes never left the two men, who were making him a bit hot under the collar as well. Screw popcorn, where’s the lotion?

“Get your grubby hands off him, you filthy bastard! Stop breathing all over my fiancee!” Mai rushed up, preparing to grab one of Jou’s arms to pull him away. However, Kaiba’s left hand was waiting and as soon as the blonde woman got close, he simply gave her a push that sent her sprawling against the wall adjacent to them. Ignoring the shriek, he looked into the swirling colors of the blond’s hazel eyes and asked. “What’s wrong, Jou-sama? You want to kiss me?”

The blond singer stared at the beauty behind him as if he had another equally handsome face on a second head. Hell yeah, he wanted to kiss him! But then again he didn’t. He had to stay strong, resist the sexiness that was his former enemy and walk away! Well, right after he could detach his lips from the brunet’s…

“HOW DARE YOU TOUC—“

Unexpectedly, a digital melody of one of Shattered Dreams former hit song, ‘Say I Do’ effectively cut off the rant. The blond vixen looked startled at her purple cell phone vibrating and ringing on her hip while collecting herself from the wall. She hesitantly picked it up and stared at it, eyes widened slightly at the number that was currently showing itself on the caller ID. Casting a glare at all of the questioning eyes looking her way, Mai huffily returned back to the ladies restroom to take her call.

Staring out of one blue eye, Kaiba silently waited, making sure that the wicked bitch of the west was gone. He trembled slightly as the tongue within his mouth continued to move even though he had long stopped. With anger now surging through his veins, he clamped his teeth down.

“SHIT! AH GAH! WHAT DA—AHHH!” Jounouchi viciously wrestled his way out of the brunet’s pale arms, clasping his hands over his mouth. “FUCK! GAH-DAM—YA BIT ME!”

“And you better take that has a warning! Anymore bullshit from you and you’re on your own with that insufferable woman!”

“AWWW DAMMIT! I TASTE BLOOD!” The blond slowly moved his hand away from his mouth to reveal the thin stream of crimson liquid running down his chin.

“Well, there’s a lot of it.” The vengeful CEO turned and walked haughtily to his still dazed friend, grabbing his hand. “C’mon, Satoru. Help me move this stuff and I do believe you have my key.”

“Uh, yeah darling.” The strawberry blond allowed himself to pulled down the hall to the pile of the brunet’s belongings that was blocking his door.

“Wha? His ‘oom? ‘ow wai’ jus a ‘inute!” Jou hurriedly followed the two down the hall while taking off his white tank top to nurse his mouth. “ ‘aiba, ya ‘an’t do dis!”

“I can and I will. You need to reinvent your ‘strategy’ before I deal with you any further and that includes sharing ANY kind of living space.”

“’hit, ah ya ‘eally dat mad?”

The brunet chose not to say anything as he roughly brushed past the blond to get to his briefcase.

Moving his left foot slightly allowing for said object to be moved from under him, Jou looked in silence as the two men continue to work diligently to clear out the area. This should be what he wanted, not having Kaiba in the same room with him. The blond needed some sort of break from their ‘relationship’ anyway and at the rate he was so rapidly going, he may actually WANT this thing they had to be real. That just can’t happen. Kaiba Seto may be intelligent, sexy, witty, interesting, sexy, humorous, talented, sexy, unique, clever, and just downright sexy BUT he’s a guy. And no matter how much the lead singer had been wrong about the brunet over the years, that certainly doesn’t mean he have to be attracted to him in THAT way. Besides, the sinfully addictive CEO was here to see Satoru, not him.

Jou snapped out of his thoughts at the sudden laughter that invaded his ears. His hazel eyes narrowed at his guitarist draping an arm around the blue-eyed man, hugging him close. It unconsciously peeved the blond that Kaiba did not at all seem to mind but instead returned a warm smile. They both disappeared into the room with Satoru’s voice floating out to haunt him.

“We’re going to have so much fun, Seto-kun. Hey, how about after the photo shoot, we can go out and do something. You certainly earned it.”

“I agree but only if we get to go somewhere exquisite to eat. I’ve been craving a gourmet lobster ever since we got here.”

“Haha, it’s whatever you want, darling. We can go to Ming Court.”

Ok so even though Kaiba was indeed here to see his long-time friend, they could still hang out a bit. Jou had also known the brunet for a long time so it would only make sense, right? Plus, he knew WAY better places than Ming Court to impre—er to take the painfully gorgeous genius out for lobster.

With an annoyed growl, Jou started to walk into the suite only to bump into the emerging brunet as a result. The blond then slowly applied pressure once more to his tongue, making sure that the bleeding had stopped. Lowering the dirtied shirt, he began to laugh nervously and cleared his throat. “So maybe I had, uh, overdid it a bit at da press conference.”

The brunet lifted one eyebrow up and crossed his arms. “A bit?”

“Alright, I fucked up. I wasn’t thinkin’” Half in shame and half in trying to hide a slight blush, Jou quickly hung his head and stared at the floor. Hmm, so the stoic CEO uses Victoria’s Secret body wash, particularly a fragrance called ‘Amber Romance’. Interesting, well that certainly was Victoria’s best kept secret.

“You do understand that now, because of your stupidity, we have to put even MORE work into this fruitless relationship to appease the press.” The brunet bent over to gather up his scattered toiletries, not noticing that a pair of hazel eyes had slowly went from the floor to his ass. “Satoru said that other than that, the band shouldn’t suffer too much from it. Apparently you guys had been creating scandals for years.” After hearing no response, Kaiba looked over his shoulder. “Jou?”

“Huh, uh? Um…” The blushing blond sprung back up straight like a spring board and immediately brought his shirt back up to his face.

“What in the hell were you looking at?”

“Well, I uh, I was looking at ya pants. I, um…have some just like it.”

Kaiba rolled his eyes as he finished gathering up the last of his things. “Anyways, as I was saying, now thanks to you, we have to spend A LOT more time together. I know how much you abhor me and the idea of being in a gay relationship but we have our reputations on the line so you’ll just have to cope.”

In flat seconds, Jou grew grim and serious as he lowered his tank top from his face once more. The way the brunet’s voice has just sounded, disturbed him immensely. He couldn’t help but feel that there was something much more to the story then Kaiba being angry about a simple slip of the tongue.

“Kaib’--”

“Kami, I can’t believe I thought I was strong enough to handle this shit”, Kaiba whispered harshly as he rigidly turned around to enter into Satoru’s suite.

“Wha? Wait! What did ya mean by dat?” Jou found himself walking briskly forward, hoping he could stop from being walked away from. “What is it dat ya thought ya could handle?”

The brunet, even though hearing the questions, didn’t pause or turnaround, instead his left hand extended out to reach for the door.

“Kaib’, please I wanna know. Was dere something else I’ve done ta make ya mad?”

“Yeah, being a fucking idiot.”

“I—“

SLAM!

Fuck.

And right on cue, a round of applause began to echo out into the now quiet hall.

Startled, the blond whipped his head around to look at the smirking figure approaching him from the left.

“Good job! What WILL you do next?” Kuroki inquired with a grin.

Saying nothing, Jou turned back to face the door, making a move to knock before deciding against it. He had made a fool out of himself enough for one day.


To Be Continued...