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How to Raise a Well-Mannered Puppy	By : Rroselavy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own or profit in any way from Yu-Gi-Oh
A/N: Thanks to Kodachi, mofaf1, Lee, anon, icestar, J.S. & yukiko for the feedback! I hope this little fic continues to live up to your expectations ...

CHAPTER 3

Jou hurried toward school, not wanting to add lateness to his growing list of transgressions. He sped up as he noticed the object of his affections on school grounds up ahead, then hung back so that he wasn't too close, but still maintained an unobstructed view of Kaiba's fine ass.
He knew that in his pursuit of Kaiba, he was definitely pitching out of his league. For one thing, he couldn't even get the guy to notice him, except to insult or humiliate him. But Jou was not one to be deterred by such minor setbacks. He had a plan. Or at least a plan for a plan. It was all about proximity.
He'd taken a psychology elective at the behest of his guidance counselor, and found it to be very enlightening. He'd become fascinated by the different theories of how people behave socially. He'd learned that one of the three factors that influence attraction is proximity. The other two were attractiveness and similarity. And hell, he wasn't that bad looking, and they were both guys, right?
While he could care less about hard sciences, language arts and math, human nature was endlessly fascinating. And he had to admit, his new-found scholarship had helped him to remember terms in other subjects. For example, tangents. Tangents were all about proximity, and proximity was all about getting next to ... It occurred to Jou suddenly that he was no longer staring at Kaiba's ass, rather he was--
"What are you looking at, Mutt?"
Caught. Fuck! He raised his eyes to meet steely blue ones, that seemed to bore right through him.
"I-I I wasn't looking at anything, Kaiba ... I-I was thinking!" Jou stuttered. He imagined his face was turning three shades of red.
What Kaiba wanted to say was 'Don't hurt yourself, Mutt' but instead he managed "Thinking, about what?"
"Tangents!" Jou blurted. They stared at each other for a moment longer, then Jou looked away.
Kaiba quirked an eyebrow. "Whatever," he replied, walking away. Not exactly a stellar exchange, but at least it hadn't ended in insults, Kaiba mused.
Jou watched Kaiba saunter off. Breathed a sigh of relief. Now if only it would go so well with Mr. Shimaoka.
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Last period. Time to face the music. Jou arrived at Mr. Shimaoka's class early, hoping against hope that maybe he would have forgotten Friday afternoon. He noted Kaiba there already, busy reading.
Emboldened by the civility of their earlier exchange, Jou asked, "Whatcha reading there?"
"A book on dog-training."
"Awww come on, can't ya just--"
Kaiba looked up impassively at Jou's outburst. He raised the book off of his desk, exposing the cover.
"How to Raise a Well-Mannered Puppy" Jou read and was silenced. He stared back into Kaiba's eyes. "Ohhh," he said quietly, breaking eye contact, heading to his seat.
Kaiba smirked and went back to reading.
"The simplest, most consistent tool to use to assert your dominance over your puppy is food. Never feed him scraps from the table, and never let him eat before you do.
"Another dominance technique is the 'stare-down.' If you catch your puppy staring at you, stare back neutrally, but directly into his eyes until he looks away. Never break eye contact first!"
This was just too easy.
Class passed uneventfully, and Jou considered that his teacher had forgotten all about Friday. Things were looking up. He'd actually had two almost civil, almost conversations with Kaiba, and it seemed he'd escaped detention. The bell rang, and as he gathered his things, Mr. Shimaoka called out to him.
"Mr. Jounouchi, I need to see you after class. Please have a seat." Jou watched forlornly as his classmates filed out.
He decided to be proactive. "Mr. Shimaoka, please accept my deepest apolo--"
His teacher interrupted. "I was prepared to give you a week's detention, for your behavior on Friday, Mr. Jounouchi, but--"
Just then Mr. Kitano poked his head in. "Ah, I see you've kept Mr. Jounouchi here for me, Mr. Shimaoka." Jou did a mental inventory, trying to remember if he'd done anything to piss off the gym teacher on Friday as well.
"Yes, I was just explaining to Mr. Jounouchi that he was facing a week of detention." Now he addressed Jou directly. "But it seems Mr. Kitano would like to make you an offer in exchange for detention."
Jou gulped hard. What possible offer could the gym teacher have that was more palatable than detention?
"Well, yes, that is true." The gym teacher sat in the desk in front of Jou and turned to face him.
"You are quite a runner, Mr. Jounouchi. I timed you on Friday, and you are better than most of the boys on the track team. In fact you are better than every one of them except Mr. Kaiba."
Jou stared back dumbly, vaguely registering another thing Kaiba was better at than he.
"So what I'm proposing is that instead of detention, you join the track team."
"You want me to run? For you?" Jou asked. He genuinely liked Mr. Kitano, and always did well in phys. ed. But be a jock?
"Yes, I think it would be good for you. Ultimately beneficial. Have you even given any thought as to how you are going to go on to college? I've seen your grades, and you certainly aren't going to get there on their merit alone."
"Well, I never thought I was college material. My family can't afford to send me anyway." Jou replied quietly.
"That's no excuse for not trying, Katsuya!" Mr. Kitano said affectionately. He, like most of his teachers, liked Jounouchi, but was frustrated by his lack of academic interest.
"If you ran well on the track team, and worked a little harder to improve your grades, you might have a shot at some scholarships."
Jounouchi allowed himself to think of the possibilities. He'd never considered he'd be able to attend college. He knew all his friends were looking at colleges and universities, and planning out their futures. He'd figured he'd be able to get a factory job, continue to live with and care for his father, and maybe attend night school at some point.
But now he was being shown an opportunity that he didn't even know existed. And he allowed himself to hope, to dream that he needn't end up as his father had. A middle-aged drunk who never reached his full potential.
Plus there was the added bonus of chasing Kaiba's tail around the track. He smiled at that. "So when do ya want me to start?"
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