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A shortie,
before the next chapter, and yes, there is a cocktail going by the name
of ‘French Kiss’:
four shots
Bourbon, two shots Apricot Liquor, spice it up with a little lemon juice and
add some Grenadine for the color, voilà!
Dangerous
stuff, like Daiquiris you can’t stop once you’ve started-keep a cab handy!^^
Ja ne!
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13
He just had
to know.
Did she, or
did she not?
The
curiosity just about killed him.
And there
was but one way to find out.
Shrieking,
swerving around and punching the person behind her in the face was one thing
for Jou, when she felt a hand slip underneath her skirt and finger the hem of
her panties.
Giving the
brunet a hatred glare and shaking her fist threateningly, she followed Anzu,
who was chattering away, oblivious of the blonde’s predicament.
Nursing his
cheek, Kaiba at least found his suspicions confirmed; Jou didn’t wear thongs on
a daily base.
Back to
phase one of his plan.
For the
first time in weeks the weather was nice enough to have lunch outside, and
Yugi-tachi enjoyed the warm rays of sunlight.
Of course,
Kaiba had followed them, though he made sure to keep his distance, as he worked
on his laptop, a box of Yatsuhashi cookies strategically placed beside him.
His eyes
were trained on the screen, or rather on the wallpaper displaying a nude
Jounouchi doing rather obscene things with a cell phone.
So focused
on the image, the CEO never noticed the soft rustling of cloth behind him,
until a low, hoarse voice rasped into his ear:
“I hope you
got a testament on that harddrive of yours aswell, ‘cause you’re not likely to
see another day, moneybags.”
At any
other time and place, Kaiba would have paid serious money to have that sultry
drawl caress his hearing.
However, in
the here and now, it was the sound of certain death.
Then again,
death was beautiful today…
A busted
lip, one blue eye, a dislocated shoulder, multiple bruises and one hour of
detention for Jou was the outcome of the blonde’s latest fit-actually, the
detention would have been for Kaiba, when the principal got a look at the cause
of the fight, but Jou felt bad about the shoulder, besides, the CEO was in no
condition to last that long without immediate medical attention.
She took
the last curve to her home and raced down the empty street, when out of
literally nowhere, some crazy guy appeared in the middle of the road, forcing
Jounouchi to hit the brakes dead on and try to swerve in order not to run him
over.
Coming to a
halt mere centimeters away from the stranger, the blonde panted, sweat rolling
down her face, then she tore off her helmet and snapped:
“What the
fuck are you doin’ in the center of the road? Are ya tryin’ to get killed or
somethin’?”
“My, my,
such harsh words for such a delicate flower” came a familiar chuckle from the
shadowed figure, who then stepped into the dim light of the streetlamp to
reveal wild, ivory tresses and crimson eyes.
Jou
sneered.
“Oh bother,
look who’s back from the asylum. What’s the matter Bakura, already killed all
of your guards?”
The thief
smiled, which was by far more scary than his usual maniac grin, and shrugged
casually.
“Jaa, they
weren’t worth the trouble-but I like the way you think, ouhi.”
He closed
the distance between them and Jou stiffened.
Bakura was
still smiling, making the blonde cringe in disgust, and purred:
“I heard
what you did to the priest today. Very classic, I must say. I couldn’t have
done it better.”
Letting his
fingers glide over the sleek coating of the bike and then over Jou’s biker
suit, he muttered:
“Mhh,
leather-it’s nice to see we share the same dislikes and preferances…”
He stuck
out his tongue and, giving Jou the ‘come hither’ look, mimicked a french kiss.
Nobody
could contain their laughter, when Bakura came to school the next morning,
sporting tire marks on his face.
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I must
admit, the image of Bakura doing the ‘tongue dance’ freaked me out-and then I
thought, hey, why not share the yuckiness?^^
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