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101 Puppies
By Hideki LaShae
Chapter Thirteen
Katsuya
cuddles up to Seto and squeezes the brunet tightly.
Seto sighs
contentedly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~Seto’s~Dream~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kaiba and Jou stand side by
side looking at a deep blue curtain that stands in front of them. Both wear
brown breeches and tunics of woodland greens with soft riding boots. All in all
they look like typical woodsmen.
The
blond-haired, Kujaku, sits on a crate behind them filing her nails with a metal
file that very much resembles a small dagger. “It’s almost time, Rosalind,
Orlando. Are you ready for the scene?”
Jou
turns to look at the girl and he smiles at her as if seeing her for the first
time. He steps up to her and pulls her into a passionate embrace. “Mai! What
are you doing here?”
“Forget
that! What are we doing here?” snaps Kaiba turning to look at them and feeling
a slight pain in his chest at the sight of them in each other’s arms.
“Um…
yeah, and what are we doing here?” Jou blushes slightly.
Kujaku
sighs. “Boys! This is Shakespeare! I am Celia. Jou is Rosalind…”
“Isn’t
that a girl’s name?” interrupts Jou.
“And
Kaiba is Orlando,” continues Kujaku, “Yes, Jou, you are playing the love of
Orlando, Rosalind, but this particular scene is when we are both in disguise. I
am in disguise of a maid instead of the Duke’s daughter that I am. You are in
disguise of a man. We’ll be going on stage in just a moment.”
“I have
to pretend to be a girl pretending to be a guy?” asks Jou with wide eyes.
Kaiba
chuckles. “It suits you, Katsuya!”
Jou
glares at Kaiba.
The
curtains part slightly.
“Excuse
me!” exclaims Kujaku quickly tucking her file into a fold of her dress. She
slips through the curtain with a hurried comment. “Come on.”
Jou and
Kaiba move out onto the stage through the gap in the curtain, and they quickly
take up their positions, although neither really knows where they should be
standing.
Kujaku
stands back away from them to give them their own space.
Jou
takes a deep breath, and speaks the words that come to him from somewhere he
doesn’t know nor understand. “Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday
humour and like enough to consent. What would you say to me now, an I were your
very very Rosalind?”
“I would
kiss before I spoke.” Kaiba blushes even as he says the words. What compelled
him to even utter them is beyond him, but now that this has begun, he figures
he might as well play it out.
“Nay,
you were better speak first,” says Jou giving Kaiba a scolding look, “and when
you were gravelled for lack of matter, you might take occasion to kiss. Very
good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers lacking—God
warn us!—matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss.”
Kaiba
smirks. “How if the kiss be denied?”
Jou
sighs. “Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins new matter.”
“Who
could be out, bring before his beloved mistress?” asks Kaiba.
“Marry,
that you should, if I were your mistress, or I should think my honesty ranker
than my wit.” Jou crosses his arms over his chest and glares at Kaiba.
“What,
of my suit?”
“Not out
of your apparel, and yet out of your suit. Am not I your Rosalind?” asks Jou.
“I take
some joy to say you are, because I would be talking of her.” Kaiba smiles.
“Well,
in her person I say I will not have you,” says Jou.
Kaiba
sighs. “Then in mine own person I die.”
Jou
shakes his head reproachfully. “No, faith die by attorney. The poor world is
almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died
in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause. Troilus has his brains dashed
out with a Grecian club; yet he did what he could to die before, and he is one
of the patterns of love. Leander, he would have lived many a fair year, though
Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night; for, good
youth, he went forth to wash him in the Hellespont and being taken with the
cramp was drowned: and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was ‘Hero
of Sestos.’ But these are all lies: men have died from time to time and worms
have eaten them, but not for love.”
Kaiba
closes his eyes and hangs his head. “I would not have my right Rosalind of this
mind, for, I protest, her frown might kill me.”
Jou
raises his hand into the air in front of him and looks at it. “By this hand, it
will not kill a fly. But come, now I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on
disposition, and ask me what you will, I will grant it.”
“Then
love me, Rosalind.” Kaiba opens his eyes and looks directly into Jou’s soft
honey-brown orbs.
“Yes,
faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays and all.” Jou smiles as he gazes into
Seto’s blue eyes.
“And
wilt thou have me?” asks Kaiba stepping closer to Jou so that only a breath
separates them.
Jou nods
and says, “Ay, and twenty such.”
“What
sayest thou?”
“Are you
not good?” asks Jou.
“I hope
so.” Kaiba smiles.
“Why
then, can one desire too much of a good thing?” Jou turns his eyes away from
Kaiba and looks to Kujaku standing not far from them. “Come, sister, you shall
be the priest and marry us. Give me your hand, Orlando. What do you say,
sister?”
Kaiba
turns his gaze to Kujaku as well. “Prey thee, marry us.”
Kujaku
shakes her head as she stops closer. “I cannot say the words.”
Jou
smiles. “You must begin, ‘Will you, Orlando—’”
“Go to.
Will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind?” Kujaku sighs.
Kaiba
takes Jou’s chin and turns his head so he can once again look into the golden
eyes. “I will.”
Jou
takes a step closer to Kaiba, and he blinks his eyes seductively. “Ay, but
when?”
“Why
now; as fast as she can marry us.” Kaiba swallows hard as he leans slightly
closer to the blond male.
“Then
you must say ‘I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.’” Jou takes a deep breath.
“I take
thee, Rosalind, for wife,” says Kaiba.
Jou
gulps. “I might ask you for your commission; but I do take thee, Orlando, for
my husband: there’s a girl goes before the priest; and certainly a woman’s
thought runs before her actions.”
Kaiba
chuckles. “So do all thoughts; they are winged.”
“Now
tell me how long you would have her after you have possessed her.”
“For
ever and a day.”
Jou
shakes his head. “Say ‘a day’, without the ‘ever’. No, no, Orlando; men are
April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids,
but the sky changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous of thee than a
Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen, more clamorous than a parrot against rain,
more new-fangled than an age, more giddy in my desires than a monkey: I will
weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and I will do that when you are
disposed to be merry; I will laugh like a hyen, and that when thou art inclined
to sleep.”
“But
will my Rosalind do so?” asks Kaiba moving away from Jou regretfully.
“By my
life, she will do as I do.” Jou turns his back to Kaiba.
The main
curtain falls down before the other curtain parts slightly for the three of
them to return to the back of the stage.
“What
was that about, Seto?” asks Jou breathing heavily as he collapses onto the
crate Kujaku had been sitting upon before.
“What
was what?” asks Kaiba raising an eyebrow.
“That
act out there?” replies Jou waving a hand dismissively at the stage.
“What
did I do?”
Kujaku
giggles. “You were flirting with him!”
Kaiba
blinks repeatedly at these words. “I… what?”
“Oh,
don’t be stupid, Kaiba! You were flirting with Jou!” exclaims Kujaku, “I know
the words you were saying were Shakespeare’s, but that didn’t mean your actions
had to be so…” She turns her gaze to Jou before continuing. “Erotic, enticing,
arousing, seductive… right, Jou?”
Kaiba
looks at Jou just in time to see him blush bright crimson before the blond
turns his head away. He walks over to Jou and sits down on the floor to lean
his back against the crate. He whispers quietly and doesn’t move his lips so
Kujaku can’t tell that he’s talking, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable or
anything, Katsuya.”
“It’s
not… It’s okay,” whispers Jou still hiding his face.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seto slowly
opens his eyes.
“It’s about
time you woke up, Seto! You’re sleeping on our chef!” exclaims Mokuba.
“I’m what?”
asks Seto sitting up so Katsuya can slide from beneath him.
“Jou agreed
to make us a large breakfast this morning, but you were laying on him!”
exclaims Mokuba giggling, “You looked so comfortable we didn’t want to wake
you!”
“Oh,
right,” says Seto standing, “I’ll be in my office.”
“I’ll call
you for breakfast,” says Katsuya as Seto heads out of the living room.
Seto
hurries to his office to write down the dreams he’s had. Then his mind drifts
to the movie they had been trying to watch last night, and he imagines a
different scenario that could have taken place.
~~~~~~~~~~~~Seto’s~Dream~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jou looks at the target. He
fingers the laser pistol at his side.
Kaiba
walks up behind Jou. “Are you going to stare at the target all day, or are you
going to try to hit it?”
“Yeah,
yeah, yeah!” exclaims Jou, “Watch out if you’re going into the mansion! Storm
is having a fit!”
“Storm?”
asks Kaiba in shock.
Jou
smirks. “Well… not really Storm. You see… Iceman got the funny idea of
spreading out all of Storm’s plants from her rooftop conservatory into the rest
of the mansion. And with her powers suddenly going out of control like this,
she’s flooding the entire mansion!”
“Really?”
asks Kaiba turning to look at the large mansion slightly in the distance, “I’ll
have to stay out of her way then.”
Jou
nods. “Yep!”
“What
are you doing out here?” asks Kaiba turning back to Jou.
“Target
practice,” says Jou with a sigh, “I suppose I could be flying around or
punching things for practice with my powers, but… I figured it wouldn’t hurt to
have a distance weapon. What do you think, Wolverine?”
“Doesn’t
hurt to know it,” says Kaiba as Jou draws out the laser pistol.
Jou aims
at the target and sends off a shot.
“You…”
“Don’t
even say it!” exclaims Jou as the shot contacts the dirt at least ten feet from
the target.
“Let me
show you how to aim it, Rogue,” says Kaiba.
Jou
nods.
Kaiba
wraps his arms around Jou from behind and grabs the arms that are holding the
laser pistol. He looks over Jou’s shoulder as he aims at the target.
“Okay,
Wolverine… I think I got it,” says Jou.
Kaiba
steps back away from Jou. “Okay… try a shot, Rogue.”
Jou
pulls the trigger, and his blast hits the outer edge of the target.
“Let’s
try again,” says Kaiba stepping back up and wrapping his arms around Jou again
to line up the shot once more. “Do you see the center of the target?”
“Yeah… I
do…”
“Shoot…”
Jou
pulls the trigger, and the blast burns through the center of the target. He
lowers the gun and turns around in Kaiba’s arms. He smiles. “Thank you,
Wolverine.”
“You’re
welcome, Rogue,” says Kaiba.
Jou
slowly moves out of Kaiba’s arms and puts the gun back at his waist. “I need to
go. I have a Danger Room session with Gambit and Jean! See you at dinner,
right?”
“Of course!”
exclaims Kaiba.
Jou
jumps into the air and flies away.
Kaiba
growls as he watches Jou fly away. A set of claws, three long metal blades,
emerges from his right hand, and he swings them at a tree branch as he heads
off towards the mansion. His claws slice neatly through the branch.
The
branch falls to the ground with a crash. The two smaller slices falling almost
silently beside the larger branch.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seto shakes
his thoughts away and writes them down. He saves his file and turns his
computer off. He stands and looks out the window towards the garden he’s never
really enjoyed. He sighs and heads out of his office. He walks down to the
kitchen and smirks when he sees Katsuya making breakfast. “You look good like that.”
“Huh?” asks
Katsuya glancing at Seto.
“A nice
little housewife… the look suits you,” says Seto.
Katsuya
smiles. “It would be nice, I guess. But my husband would have to have a good
job to be able to support us both with only one income. Where would I find a
guy like that who would be interested in me?”
“Open your
eyes. Any man who saw you would be interested in you,” says Seto.
“Including
you?” Katsuya raises an eyebrow.
“Well… you
have to admit that you are pretty appetizing,” says Seto licking his lips.
Katsuya
blushes. “Seto Kaiba, are you flirting with me?”
“Do you
want me to flirt with you?”
“I want you
to be happy,” says Katsuya honestly.
“I want you
to be happy.” Seto walks up to Katsuya and sets his hand on top of the blond
head. “Have you never really been kissed?”
“Never,”
whispers Katsuya.
“Me
either,” whispers Seto.
Katsuya
smiles. “I have to get back to cooking.”
Seto nods
and backs away to continue watching Katsuya cook.
~~~~~~~~~~~~Seto’s~Dream~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kaiba blushes as he looks
at the clothing he wears. Never before did he ever imagine himself to be
wearing something so form fitting. He wears tight, in fact too tight, leather
pants that hang low on his hips and leave absolutely nothing to the
imagination. The tight navy blue muscle shirt he wears, which he would hardly
call a shirt at all because it barely covers him at all, cuts off abruptly in
the middle of his torso. He can see his chest muscles straight through the
fabric. To top off his appearance, he wears a pair of black leather hiking
boots, and navy blue palm gloves with black accents adorn both his hands. A
thick gold chain hangs around his neck.
“I have
to admit it… you clean up nice, Seto,” says Jou smirking as Kaiba spins around
to look at him.
“Katsuya?”
Kaiba’s eyes bulge out at the look of the gorgeous and desirable creature in
front of him. “What are you talking about?”
Jou
wears skin-tight blue jeans and an emerald green silk shirt with the buttons
left undone except for one at his navel. His slightly tanned skin, which is
revealed by the shirt, glimmers slightly from some sort of lotion that he
applied. Blue leather wristbands with silver studs wind around each wrist and
complement the silver stud earring in his left ear and the sterling choke chain
double wrapped around his thin neck. Like Kaiba, he wears black leather hiking
boots. “I’m talking about your clothing! Just look at you! You’ll drive every
girl up the wall! And I mean every girl who doesn’t know who you are!
Your money’s enough for the girls around here, but looking like that… you’ll be
attracting girls from all over the world who don’t know anything about Kaiba
Corp!”
Kaiba
blushes. “And what about you?”
“Me?”
Jou cocks his head to the side in a very puppy-like confused state.
“Yes, you,
Katsuya!” exclaims Kaiba blushing even more, “Your appearance could take
anyone’s breath away! You could attract anyone you wanted!”
Jou
sighs. “No… I couldn’t…”
Kaiba
raises an eyebrow.
“I
haven’t been able to attract the person I want. I’ve tried, Seto.”
“You
will,” says Kaiba smiling. He pats Jou on the shoulder slightly.
Jou
blushes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“You know…
The way you keep zoning out, maybe you should consider taking something for
concentration,” says Katsuya.
Seto
chuckles. He helps Katsuya take the food into the dining room and gather the
others from the living room.
* * *
Seto works
in his office later that night while Katsuya and Mokuba play video games with
their friends. He opens a document and begins to review all of the dreams he’s
had so far about Katsuya. “Why? Why am I having these dreams? What do they
mean? What are you trying to tell me Katsuya?”
As Seto
tries to figure out the specifics of his dreams, he falls once more into
slumber.
~~~~~~~~~~~~Seto’s~Dream~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kaiba and Jou both lean
against a table looking at the screen of Kaiba’s laptop.
“Breaking
into that base should be simple,” says Jou.
“You say
that now,” says Kaiba smirking.
Jou
nods. “We have two Gundams. Do you honestly think that they will be able to
stop us?”
Kaiba
doesn’t answer for a moment as he obviously thinks over the piece of
information. “They would only stand a chance if they could get us to expire our
arsenal. It doesn’t look like they’ll have many people there though. So if we
could slip in first and plant a few bombs in their mobile suit hangars, we
could eliminate half of their forces by remote control.”
“Sounds
like a plan. I could easily slip in to plant the bombs,” says Jou, “Then slip
back out and hop in my Gundam so we can go in guns blazing.”
“Yes…
And after we’re done taking down this base, we’ll meet the other Gundam pilots
in the Sanc Kingdom,” says Kaiba.
“It’ll
be nice to see Relena again,” says Jou.
Kaiba
nods and smiles. “Very nice.”
“We head
out at 0400?” asks Jou raising an eyebrow at Kaiba.
“Sounds
like a plan,” says Kaiba, “Can you get the bombs made in that time?”
“Only if
you help.” Jou smirks. “I’ll walk you through it!”
Kaiba closes the laptop and
follows Jou into their storeroom to make the required destruction devices for
their plan against OZ.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seto wakes
up gasping. “Every time I go to sleep! And even sometimes when I’m not. Why are
you haunting my dreams, Katsuya Jonouchi?”
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