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(Cocks brow indignantly) I will have you know, Kat, that I do not smoke pot, weed, grass or whatever you might want to call it-my distrubing plot twists and occasional insane drabbling are nothing but the results of a very fruitious mind and unearthly amounts of sugar(pours another three spoonfulls into her tea ¬ ^). Gomen nasai,
minna-san, due to the snow and cold my server crushed down yesterday, so I
couldn’t get online-but now I’m back with another chappie! Let’s see, we got-ah
yes, meet the father, new job, a flying-pig?-Oh, sorry, that’s Kaiba!^^
Yes well,
you know the drill, read, enjoy and review!
Arigato
gozaimasu!^^
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6.
Nervously
clearing her throath, Jou drove the key into the lock and, pushing the door
open with one shoulder, yelled:
“Tada ima!”
trying hard to sound like her usual self.
Ducking
instinctly, she evaded the empty can that was thrown; it missed her and hit the
wall instead.
“Where the
hell have you been?” roared her father, as he reached for his cane and hoisted
himself up in a standing position.
“I’ve been
waiting the whole night and all day, worried sick, but you never once came home
or called! What were you think-“
He broke
off, as the blonde stepped closer and into the light, cradling the bag of
groceries protectively against her chest.
Narrowing
his eyes in disbelief, Jounouchi-san rasped:
“Katsuya?”
Lowering
her head, the girl gave a guilty smile.
“Hai, outo-san.”
She had
explained him everything, never letting out a single detail, not even the
fights with Kaiba.
To say her
father was perplexed, would have been the understatement of the year.
Of course
he had know about everything that happened in Duelist Kindom and Battle City
from his son, he had heard about the power of the Sennen items and the god
cards, but for the first time ever, he had tangible proof.
Looking his
daughter-of-sorts over, he shook his head and sighed, driving one
work-roughened hand over his face.
“You can’t
stay here, in this neighbourhood. It’s too dangerous.”
Jou nodded
unhappily.
“I know.
I’ll be crashin’ a couple of nights at Anzu’s, then move over to Honda and
Yugi. Don’t worry, though,” she gave the elder man a reassuring smile and
patted his intact leg, ”I’ll come as often as possible-after all, someone’s
gotta look after you, ne?”
Jououchi-san
gave a wry smirk and cocked a brow, his way of expressing gratitude.
The girl’s
face brightened, as she announced cheerfully:
“By the by,
I got another job, at least until this stupid curse wears off!”
Her father
blinked in astonishment.
“Honto ni?
Where?”
A broad
grin appeared on Katsuya’s face, one that was so unmistakeably Jounouchi, it
made her father smile.
“Konban-wa
and welcome to Kumo* Bar, how may I help you?”
The
businessman only gaped at her, before snapping his mouth closed and stuttering:
“A-a beer
please, thank you.”
“Hai,
douzo.”
She knew
the guy was staring at her ass, just like all the other males in the room.
Then again,
this stupid hot pants and cut-off jumpers were standard uniform for the
waitresses, as opposed to the sleeveless vests and tight leather pants of her
male colleagues.
Huffing,
Jou placed her order and moved to her next table, hoping against all odds that
midnight would come round soon.
Reminding
herself to keep up her cheerful disposition safe she loose her new job, she
marched to the more secluded area of the bar-and her smile faltered.
~*It had
been a close call.
For both
Kaiba’s life and her job.
The whole
evening Jou did almost nothing else than serving Kaiba and his associates,
balancing sake, beer, wine, water and rice crakers on her tray while trying to
ignore the leering gazes of the assembled men.
Just when
she sure she was going to crack up, Kaiba’s partners left, leaving the CEO
sitting all by himself.
Pulling his
cell phone from his pocket, he waved Jou to his table and demanded the bill.
For the
first time ever, Jounouchi gave him a honest, gleeful smile, knowing she would
be rid of her nemesis in short.
Kaiba
however, misinterpreted it completely.
When Jou
returned with the check, the CEO paid the 60’000 Yen without blinking.
And then he
pulled out another small bundle of notes and stuck it in Jou’s cleavage.~*
Pressing
the icebag against the bump on his right temple where it had connected with
Jou’s tray, Kaiba carefully sunk into his office chair.
Still he
couldn’t help the feeling of victory cursing through his veins.
Turning on
his computer, he opened his mail account and gave a sharky grin.
One just
had to love the possibilities of modern technology, speak MMS.
A few
alterations and he would have the most beautiful collection of nude Jou pics.
Kaiba’s grin
turned smug.
It was
going to be one long night.
“-and then
he has the audacity to wink at me! That’s when I actually blew it, and well,
the rest is history.”
Sitting in
the ice cream parlor among her friends, Jou tried to cool off her anger with a
double-chocolate-strawberry-blueberry-vanilla flip and retold her story.
“I swear,
this guy must be the biggest-“
“Ohayou
minna-san, o-genki desu ka?” came a cheerful voice from behind them.
Yugi-tachi
turned around and then Anzu’s face brightened.
“Mokuba!
What are you doing here?”
The
raven-haired boy grinned as he slid in the seat next to Jou and replied:
“Nii-san’s
running late, so I told him that I’d be waiting here for him.”
For the
first time he got a good look at the blonde and his jaw dropped open.
“Awesome…”
Then he
snapped his mouth closed and chuckled sheepishly:
“Gomen,
Jounouchi, I didn’t mean to stare. Seto told me about it, but seeing it for
real-I mean…wow.”
Jou
scowled.
“Please
don’t mention that name in my presence, ever.”
Mokuba
winced.
“Sheesh,
what did nii-san do this time?”
The blonde
sighed and told the ebon-haired pre-teen the watered-down version of the
happenings.
After she
finished her story, Mokuba shook his head, took a sip from his shake and
sighed:
“Ja,
nii-san is like that; when he sees something he wants, he just can’t keep his
hands off it.”
And, as if
to proof his point, he patted Jou’s right breast reassuringly, giving the blond
a broad, goofy grin.
Everybody
held their breath, as Jou went deathly pale and then roared:
“He-he’s just
the same! An ecchi little hentai!”
The next
thing Mokuba knew was him being laid across the blonde’s knees and his rear end
coming aflame with the beating he received.
“You have
three seconds to let go of my little brother and give me a reasonable
explanation as to why you’re hurting Mokuba, or I will make sure you will live
to suffer a good, long time!” came a dark growl from the door.
Jou shot up
from her seat and, dragging the boy with her at his collar, positioned herself
before the infuriated Kaiba and yelled:
“Because
your oh-so-sweet-little brother just coped a feel! What the hell are you
teachin’ the kid anyway?!? Not enough that you keep stalkin’ me at
school, now you’re siccin’ Mokuba on me, too?”
Blue eyes
widened, then the brunet turned to face his otouto and asked in a dangerously
low voice:
“Mokuba, is
that true?”
The boy
only ducked under the icy stare, deciding it was healthier not to say a word.
Hmping,
Kaiba adressed the blonde:
“This will
not happen again. Rest assured, he will be punished accordingly.”
He smirked
and, pinching Jounouchi’s left cheek, added:
“There is
no need for you to worry your pretty head about.”
Kaiba’s
driver got the shock of his life, when his employer came-literally-flying out
of the café, his younger brother following suit. The CEO connected with the
pavement, Mokuba landing soundly on top of him.
A moment
later, both were on their feet and dusting off their clothes as if nothing had
happened.
Opening the
rear door, Kaiba shot his employee a cold glare and snarled:
“I did not
hire you to gawk at me, but to bring me where I want as fast as I
want. Wakarimashita?”
The driver
made sure that the CEO arrived at his next meeting three minutes ahead of
schedule.
Honda,
Otogi and Yugi gaped at the still raging blonde cursing and cussing at the top
of her lungs.
“Ok, Jou’s
always been short-tempted for as long as I’ve know him, but now he’s really
freaking out, ne?” hushed the dice duelist. Yugi nodded.
“Hai, this
is..extreme, even for Jounouchi. Maybe he’s suffering a mental breakdown?”
Honda
opened his mouth-
“I highly
doubt that” stated Anzu, camly sipping her cream soda. Her friends cast her
puzzled looks.
“Nani?”
Giving a
small sigh, the brunette leaned back in her seat and explained:
“IfI’m right, Jou’s just experiencing his first
bout of PMS.”
She glared
at the three dustclouds and huffed:
“They could
at least have paid before taking off!”
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Noo, in
this fic Jounouchi senior is not an abusive alcoholic, but the proverbial ‘shattered
existence’. Heh, Mokuba-the picture of him doing that got stuck in my
brain-just like the PMS thing!^^ As for the ‘cleavage tipping’-this actually
happened to me once while a summer festival..!¬ ¬°
*Jap: cloud
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