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- 1-Christmas cookies and sake
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Here’s a
sweet little fluffy one-shot dedicated to all you lonely people out there.
Remember that Christmas is a time of wonders, and if you hang in there and have
just a pinch of faith, one might even happen to you.
In this case,
a wonderful, encouraging Christmas to all the world!^^

Ja ne!

Disclaimer:
I don’t own the characters or song in this ficlet, Jou, Kaiba and the rest of the Yugi-gang belong to Takahashi-san, and the song is by Bing Crosby, titled ‘White Christmas’. Enjoy!^^

Summary: a
lonely CEO is found by a cheerful blond and taken home. Just another holiday
ficlet.

Reviews.
Come on, it’s Christmas, spoil me!^^

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Christmas
cookies and sake

Humming,
Jou short-cut through the Domino Park, clutching the grocery bag close to his
chest.
This was
his favorite time of the year, when the snow lay ankle-deep, all houses were
decorated and illuminated and everyone was in a cheerful mood.
“Kuso-“
Ok, maybe
not everybody.
Jou
grimaced at the wretching sounds he heard emitting from behind a bush.
For a
moment, he wagered, wether or not to check on the poor person being obviously
both miserable and sick.
It was
somewhat risky, seeing as it was past nightfall and the park was abandoned.
Perfect for
a trap.
On the
other hand, it was Christmas…
“Disgusting..!”
Jou’s ears
perked up as he recognized the voice.
It couldn’t
be, could it?

It was.
There,
behind a huge evergreen, one hand clinging to the frost-coated bark of a pine, in
the other a still unopened bottle of expensive sake, stood no one else but
Kaiba himself, puking his guts out and cursing for all it was worth.
Hesitantly,
Jou stepped closer, asking incredulous:
“Kaib’? You
ok?”
The CEO’s
head snapped around, he wiped some spittle from his mouth with the back of his
gloved hand, then gave a humorless snort.
“Figures.
Who else to find me in my darkest hour than the mutt.”
Jou huffed.
“Oh pardon
me for showin’ some compassion and tryin’ to aid a fellow human bein’. I was just
passin’ by, when I heard you going for a new world record in barfin’, so I
thought, I might lent you a hand or somethin’.”
Kaiba
straightened himself and glared down at the blond.
“What are
you doing here anyway? Shouldn’t you be attending some inane holiday bash with
your pathetic circle of friends?”
“I could
ask you the same question,” snapped Jou back, “shouldn’t you be home with your
little brother, celebratin’?”
For a
second, pain flashed across the brunet’s features, before he turned around and
mumbled:
“He-he
left. He went away.”
Jou’s mouth
dropped.
“Nan de-?”
Whirling
around, Kaiba spat:
“Mokuba got
an invitation from his little girlfriend to join her for Christmas eve,
and when I declined, he took off with the limousine and one of the guards! Just
because he fell for that little tramp’s-I quote-‘amazingly sparkling emerald
cat-eyes’, Mokuba went all crazy. We argued, he got upset and ran out the
house, present et all.”
Azure eyes
bore into amber ones.
“So, the
great, cold-hearted Kaiba Seto is forced to spend Christmas eve all alone in
his big, cold, empty mansion. Feel free to knock yourself out, make-inu.”
Jou took in
the CEO’s overall condition, the slightly disshelved dark-blue wool coat,
soaked boots, messed up hair, bloodshot eyes and unhealthy paleness of the
face.
Shaking his
head, the blond sighed:
“I won’t
make fun of you, Kaiba. I ain’t that cruel.”
Grabbing
hold of the brunet’s right wrist, he said:
“Let’s go.”
The CEO
didn’t budge.
“Where to?”
“My place
of course. I can’t let you-“
“Over my
dead body!” roared the brunet, whisking his arm away.
“If you
think, I am willing to put up with you and your friends’ pity, you are sadly
mistaken! I would rather freeze to my death out here, than being treated like
some..charity case!”
Jou let the
CEO rant awhile, then explained:
“Yugi and
his grampa are in Nikko, visiting some distant relatives, Otogi is spendin' the
holidays with this girl from the parallel class, Honda’s family went to their
winter cottage in Kusatsu, Ryou is in England and Anzu is busy playin'
babysitter for her two younger cousins. The only other person attending my
Christmas party will be my old man.”
Kaiba
narrowed his eyes.
“No
friendship babble.”
“Nope.”
“No stupid,
childish games.”
“Iie.”
”No drunk
half-wits making fools of themselves and telling dirty jokes.”
“Unless you
count the three of us.”
Kaiba
pondered this a moment.
“So
basically, no one will know about my..calamity-“
“Except for
you, me and my father.”
The brunet
nodded.
“I..suppose
I can live with that. Lead the way.”
Jou smiled,
then paused.
“Sure, just
let me sober you up, first.”
Kaiba
frowned, “I am so-“ a split-second before a handfull of snow hit his face and
was thouroughly rubbed in.
Taking a
step back, the blond admired his handiwork and stated:
“There. Now
you’re sober.”
Coughing
and spitting, Kaiba snarled:
“I hope,
you are not expecting any arigatous for this action?”
Giving his
broadest grin, Jou hooked him under.
“Comin’
from you? Never.”

I’m
dreaming of a white Christmas
Just
like the ones I used to know
Where
the tree tops glisten
And children listen
To hear
sleighbells in the snow

From what
he could see under the snow and dim light of the streetlamp, the lawn had been well-trimmed,
the cracks in the stoneplates leading to the house almost expertly repaired and
filled with mortar.
The walls
might have needed a fresh coating of paint, and the tiles covering the roof
obviously originated from at least four different construction places, but
otherwise, the house made a well-kempt impression.
“Home,
sweet home!” cheered Jounouchi, as he opened the door and let Kaiba step in.
“Careful,
the throw rug sometimes has a life of its own.”
The brunet
gave the washed-out carpet a cautious look, as he rounded it and took off his
shoes.
Upon
entering the living room, Kaiba’s brows disappeared into his hairline, when he
took in the various filmposters adorning the walls. Shelfs littered with
prices, autographs and fragments of film requisites added to the air of being
on a movie set.
On the
table in the center lay a basket with homemade cookies, the cushions were
nicely set and puffed.
A derisive
growl from Jou drew Kaiba’s attention back to his host.
The blond
glared at the kitchen door with narrowed eyes,
then snarled:
“Make
yourself comfortable. I’ll only be gone for a minute.”
With that,
he left the brunet standing there and stalked into the kitchen, kicking the
door closed behind him.
“Oh, you’re
home. I didn’t hear you coming in”, said the man bending over the stove and
removing a tray of fresh chocolate chip cookie hearts.
Jou put the
grocery bag on the table and gave his father a death glare.
“What do
you think you’re doin’?”
The elder
man blinked.
“Baking,
what does it look like to you?”
Jou’s frown
deepend.
“I thought
I told you to rest and leave the cookin’ to me?”
Sighing,
his father placed the tray next to the bag and answered:
“Katsuya, I
know you’re worried about me, but I can’t lie around all day doing nothing.
Besides, you know how much I love cooking, after all, my Eggs Benédict-“
“No,
onegai, spare me!” cringed Jou, then proceeded to push his father out the
kitchen.
“You
just-go out there and entertain our guest, ‘kay?”
“Guest?”
echoed Jounouchi senior.
“Yes,
guest. And please, dad, for all it’s worth-“
“No
embarassing ‘when Katsuya was little’ stories, I know, I know”, smiled the
elder man.

It was
rare, that Kaiba had to crane his neck in order to look somebody in the eye.
The fact, that
those eyes were so similar to Jou’s, unnerved him just the more.
Both men
studied one another, until Jounouchi-san broke the silence.
“So, you
are Kaiba Seto.”
“Hai.”
Again, they
studied one another, and then a warm, friendly smile spread over the elder
man’s features, as he gestured towards the table and said:
“Welcome to
my humble little house. Okake
kudasai.”
“Arigato
gozaimasu.”
As they sat
down, Kaiba noticed Jounouchi-san’s careful, stiff motions, but decided not to
comment on it. Instead, he let his gaze roam about, taking in his surroundings.
Most of the
movie titles on the posters he knew, some of them were even rather famous, and
the relicts and autographs seemed to be real.
“You
appear to be fascinated with my old line of work. I wanted to take them down,
but Katsuya insisted on leaving them up. He claimed, I should be proud of my
past, and not shove it into a closet.”
“Oh kami
forbid that I try to boost your ego a little!” exclaimed Jou as he walked in,
balancing a tray with two cups and a pot of tea. Setting the cups before Kaiba
and his father and pouring them tea, he continued:
“After all,
until that stupid accident you used to be Japan’s most celebrated stunt
coordinator!”
Kaiba’s jaw
dropped.
Jounouchi-san
waved off.
“Now, now,
Katsuya, don’t exagge-“
“I am not
exaggeratin’, and you know it!” interrupted his musuko, then turned to
the CEO.
“He’s been
workin’ with all the great producers, stars and directors, even Takeshi
himself! He-“
“Katsuya,
what happened to our dinner?” asked Jounouchi-san, hoping to change the subject
and rolling his eyes in annoyance.
Huffing
indignantly, the blond replied:
“Sukiyaki
will be ready in about ten to twenty minutes, outo-san.”
The
telephone chose precisely that moment to ring.
Sauntering
over, Jou picked it up.
“Moshi,
moshi? Hey, short-stuff, how are you?”
He chuckled
at the obviously flustered reply, then conceded:
“Hai, he’s
here. Yeah, merry Christmas to you, too. Ja ne!”
Turning
around, he nodded towards Kaiba:
“Call for
you, Kaib’, on line one.”
Frowning,
the CEO asked:
“Who is it?
Yugi?”
Jou only
grinned.
“Mokuba.”

“Moshi,
moshi? Mokuba, what happened? Are you ok?”
Jou blinked
in surprise, he had not even seen Kaiba moving, before the reciever had
been snatched from his hand.
“Did somebody
threaten you? Are you hurt? Should I come and get you?”
There was
as short, stunned pause at the other end of the line, then Mokuba cheered:
“Merry
Christmas to you too, nii-san! I just wanted to see how you’re fairing without
me, and I must confess, this was the last place I would have expected you to
be!”
“Believe
me, it was not even near my intention to do so”, smirked Kaiba. His tone
changed, when he asked:
“How about
you? Are you enjoying yourself?”
“And how!
Seto, you won’t believe it, but it’s amazing here! The food’s great, we’re
having games and singing carols and I even managed to pull Megumi under the
mistletoe-”
He broke
off, and, lowering his voice, added:
“It’s only
half the fun without you Seto. I-I miss you, nii-san.”
The brunet
closed his eyes.
“So do I,
Mokie, so do I.”
He
swallowed hard, then whispered:
“Go-gomen
nasai, Mokuba, I should not have insisted on you having to spend Christmas all
alone with me. Next time you wish to meet with friends, I will come along.”
Tears stung
Mokuba’s eyes, Seto could hear it in the young boy’s voice, when this one
choked:
“Really?
Promise?”
“Hai.”
Silence
reigned, until Mokuba sobbed:
“I-love
you, Seto. Take care.”
“I will.”
He took a
deep breath and confessed:
“I love you
too, Mokie. I love you too.”

The meal at
first went rather quietly, both Jounouchis respecting Kaiba’s blue mood.
However,
the more they ate and finally drank, the more the stoic CEO warmed up.
Jounouchi-san
told a couple of stories from his life in front and behind the camera, his son
whipped up a Christmas cake out of literally nowhere, and Seto, to his great
surprise, found himself actually enjoying the party.
Had Mokuba
been present, the brunet would have probably admitted, that this was the best
Christmas he had had in years.
Not only
was Jounouchi-san a very interesting and rather intelligent man, but Katsuya
proofed to be far more cunning and smarter than he let on, or people gave him
credit for.
By the time
the clock chimed eleven, both teens were halfway sprawled on the floor,
indulging in a somewhat pointless conversation, seeing as both had drunk a
little more than they could hold.
Jounouch-san
smiled and, rising with a groan, announced:
“I am going
to prepare the guest room, since Seto-san seems to be somewhat-inebriated.”
“I’m not
drunk!” slurred the brunet, and Katsuya chuckled.
“Yes, you
are!”
“No, I’m
not!” protested Seto.
“I-huhp!-if
I were, then I would tell you, that you-you’re the most beautiful thing I ever
set my eyes on.”
Jounouchi-san
sweatdropped, even as Katsuya hushed:
“Really?
You-you actually mean it?”
Nodding,
Seto pushed himself upwards and crawled towards the blond. Locking eyes, he
mumbled:
“Wou-would
you mind, if I-kissed you?”
Jou only
shook his head, leaning in closer.
Clearing
his throath, Jounouchi-san declared:
“Yes, well,
I am going to see after that guest room. Perhaps I might even find an old
pajama of mine that will fit you, Seto-san.”
With that,
he fled the scene, but not without receiving a nice earful of the lustfull twin
moans emitting from the two kissing teens.

He returned
some thirty minutes later and smiled at the sight before him:
Seto was
fast asleep, head resting on Jou’s shoulder, who held him in a loose, tender
hug.
Katsuya
brushed some chestnut strands from the brunet’s face and hushed:
“Merry
Christmas, Kaiba Seto. And congratulations to your very own little wonder.”

I’m
dreaming of a white Christmas
With
every Christmas card I write
May your
days be merry and bright
And may
all your Christmases be white

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