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Stinging Beauty	By : Fel5 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Yet another update-there’s nothing as inspiriting like a good swim in the river with the perfect blue sky above you, the deep green leaves rustling in the soft afternoon breeze, as herons fly past…

Err, yes, as I said, another chappie- enjoy, and thanks a lot for reviewing!^^

Ja ne!

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17. Bending reality

“Thank you. ”

Nodding, the cook placed the coffee pot back on the stove and moved out of the kitchen.

Sighing, Jou shook his head and, resting it on his right palm, mumbled:

“I can’t believe, you went and actually asked us that. Where did that come from?”

“Not from me, that’s for sure” mumbled Seto over his cup, staring into his newspaper.

Mokuba let his eyes drift back and forth between them, then took a sip of tea and stated:

“I was right, ne. ”

Jou’s forehead contacted with the table, even as Seto coated the newspaper with dark brown spots.

Mokuba grinned, as he folded his arms behind his head and asked:

“So, tell me Jou, is Seto any good in bed?”

The table reverberated under the hard impact of Seto’s cup.

“Mokuba, one more comment like that and no more sugar and TV for a week!” thundered the brunet.

One small ‘eep’, and the raven-haired boy was out the door.

Smirking, Jou took a bite of his fish* and sloshed it down with some tea. He devoured the rest of his breakfast, all the time grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Kaiba watched him from the corner of his eye and, finally giving in, sighed:

“Nani?”

“Maybe I should have told Mokuba, that his brother is a good lay. ”

For somebody with stitches in the stomach, Jou was a really fast runner.

He spent the better part of the day in the library, doing homework and learning, only once interrupting his studies to call Fukuda-san and tell her, everything was fine.

She was relieved and informed him that he would be able to return home come Monday, and that she would bring the requested papers along. Jou thanked her and hung up, then went in search for Mokuba.

“A bike? Jou, you can’t drive a bike with only one arm, that’s too dangerous!” refused the black-haired boy.

The blond sighed, before stating:

“Mokuba, I’ve been driving bikes and even cars since I was your age, and in much worse conditions than I am now. I just want to go home, get my deck and a change of clothes for the weekend, wakarimashita?”

“Iie, I won’t let you. If you really need to go to your house, I can have the driver bring you and pick you up again. ”

Muttering under his breath, Jou had to restrain himself from inflicting physical harm on the younger boy.

“Mokuba, listen, I live in the baddest part of town. Any car of yours, especially with a driver, would stick out like a sore thumb, people would remember it, and them my father would come looking for me. Do you want that?”

Mokuba started shaking his head, then blinked in confusion at the blond.

“Your..father? What’s he got to do with anything?”

An undefined expression passed through Jou’s eyes, one that sent chills up Mokuba’s back.

“He was the one who put me in this state. Why else do you think I’m here?”

The boy stared at him, then lowered his head and hushed:

”Oh. "

And again, only much quieter:

“Oh. ”

He had twisted the truth a little.

Actually, the baddest part of town begun right at the end of his road, but even so, the place was dangerous enough.

Getting off, Jou pushed the sleek, blue Suzuki Chopper past the gate and porch. Fumbling with his keys, he finally managed to prey the door open and parked the bike next to the stairs. Then he took a good look at his surroundings.

The house was a mess.

What his father hadn’t destroyed in his rage, the police, ambulance and investigators had ruined.

Gently stepping over shards and shreds of cloth, Jou roamed the entire building before he entered his room.

He plopped down on his faded futon, lay back and broke down in bitter tears, as he said good-bye to the place that had been his home for so long.

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I know that Jou would never hurt Mokuba, he likes the little critter too much. Still, Mokuba has a talent for annoying the hell out of people, if he puts his mind on it…

* Every anime fan should know that the traditional Japanese breakfast consists of fish, rice, tea and pickles of different sorts-

it’s actually very tasty, and healthy, too!^^
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