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Chapter List
- 1-Love Shack
- 2-Two
- 3-three
- 4-Four
- 5-five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Ending
- 1
- 2
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Love Shack
By
Hideki LaShae

Chapter One

            I’m
unusually quiet as I walk to my seat and sit down. My friends send worried
looks my way, but I smile to reassure them. Everything really is okay.
I’m just quiet today. I’m always like this after I see you. You
like me to be quiet and I like to please you although I don’t know who
you are.
            Yugi
leans towards me and whispers, “Are you okay, Jou?”
            “I’m
fine, Yugi,” I whisper in return, “I’m just tired. It was a
long weekend.”
            Yugi
nods and sits back in his chair. He smiles at me and turns his attention to the
instructor at the front of the room.
            I
turn my attention to the instructor as well only to gasp in shock as the
classroom door opens for a disheveled and yawning Kaiba to enter.
            “I’m
glad you could join us today, Kaiba. Take your seat now,” says the
instructor.
            Kaiba
yawns again as he strolls towards me and collapses into the seat at our shared
desk. He glances at me briefly before closing his eyes and relaxing.
            I
turn my eyes back to the instructor and yawn. I can’t help but feel as
tired as Kaiba looks. After all, I did spend my weekend nights with you.
            “If
you’re that tired, Jou, go ahead and fall asleep, but I expect you to be
bright-eyed and bushy-tailed tomorrow morning when you have a quiz on this
material,” says the instructor.
            “Thanks
teach!” I exclaim as I lay my head on the tabletop and fall asleep in a
moment.
            Yugi
wakes me all too soon, and I see him shaking Kaiba.
            “Leave
me alone, you little rodent,” mumbles Kaiba opening his eyes.
            “Sorry,
Kaiba, but the next class is about to start,” says Yugi, “and
Kurayami is just dying for a reason to fail you or Jou.”
            Kaiba
yawns and rubs his eyes before smoothing his hair a little and straightening
his clothes.
            “Thanks
for the wake-up call, Yugi,” I say with a smile.
            Yugi
smiles as he takes his seat, but after five minutes of the teacher not showing
up he comes back over. “So why are you always so tired on Monday
mornings, Jou?”
            I
can feel myself blushing. “I spend my weekends at a night club.”
            “You?”
Yugi raises an eyebrow.
            “Yeah.
I go to the Love Shack to dance,” I say.
            Yugi
lowers his voice. “Jou, are you sure that’s safe? Most people go to
the Love Shack to hook up with a stranger for sex.”
            “Not
really. That’s just the impression the club gives. Most of the people
there are regulars. And they either come with the same person or they meet the
same person every week. When I first went there, I was shocked to only find a
few people who were there as singles. I’ve hooked up with one of them and
we meet there every weekend,” I explain in a quiet voice.
            “What’s
his name?” asks Yugi skeptically.
            I
can really feel myself blush now. “I don’t know. I call him Yami,
and he calls me Hikari. Now don’t give me that look, Yugi. I
haven’t slept with him. All we do is dance and some mild petting. He
loves to pet my hair. I don’t think he even realizes that my natural hair
color isn’t Kool-aid red.”
            Yugi
giggles, but he stops quickly when he sees the teacher come in. He hurries to
sit down.
            I
chuckle at Yugi before glancing at Kaiba to see him pale-fac4ed and shaking
almost unnoticeably. “Kaiba? Are you all right?”
            Kaiba
barely shakes his head.
            I
stand up. “Kurayami-sensei, Kaiba isn’t feeling well. May I escort
him to the nurse’s office?”
            The
demon-like teacher looks at Kaiba and also notices the white as a ghost
complexion. He huffs. “Fine! Straight to the nurse’s office and
straight back!”
            I
help Kaiba to his feet and he seems to shake more as I guide him out of the
classroom. “Do you need me to help you or can you walk on your
own?”
            “Don’t
touch me,” whispers Kaiba.
            I
remove my hands from Kaiba’s back, but I wrap my arms around him again
when he collapses against the wall. “Do you think maybe you should go
home or to a doctor or something?”
            Kaiba
rips himself from my arms and runs into the nearest bathroom.
            I
follow just a step behind and glare at the occupants of the room. “All
right, girls! Everybody out! You head back to class!”
            The
three aghast girls storm out of the bathroom, and I walk up to Kaiba who leans
against the sink. “Kaiba?”
            Kaiba
turns and enters a stall, immediately falling to his knees and throwing up the
contents of his stomach into the bowl.
            I
get a paper towel and dampen it with cold water before entering the stall. I
rub Kaiba’s back gently while the hand holding the cloth wipes his hair
away from his face.
            Kaiba
leans back against me, and I wipe his face with the cloth.
            “Don’t
touch me,” whispers Kaiba hoarsely.
            “Are
you feeling better?” I ask.
            “No.”
            “Let’s
get you to the nurse.” I stand up and help Kaiba to his feet before
walking out with him in my protective embrace. “Are you sure that you
shouldn’t go to a doctor? I think it’s a good idea.”
            “Leave
me alone, mutt.”
            “I
can’t. I’m the only think holding you up right now,” I say as
I open the door to the nurse’s office and guide Kaiba in.
            “Please
tell me you two did not get into another fight!” exclaims the nurse when
she sees us enter.
            “Not
this time,” says Kaiba, “but it is still early.”
            “Ha,
ha. He’s not feeling well,” I say, “We had to make a detour
to the bathroom on our way here.”
            “Have
a seat and I’ll take a look at you,” says the nurse, “You can
return to class, Jou.”
            I
help Kaiba to the chair before I head back to class. I take my seat silently
and try to catch up on the lecture already in progress. I try not to let it
bother me that the seat beside me remains vacant all day.
            When
the final bell rings, Yugi comes up to me to help gather Kaiba’s books
and place them neatly in the abandoned bag. “What do you think is wrong
with Kaiba?”
            “I
don’t know. He just looked tired earlier, but then he got all pale and
weak. He even threw up,” I say, “So you know he had to be really
sick.” I stand up with my bag in hand and swing Kaiba’s over my
shoulder.
            “Do
you suppose he’s still at the nurse’s office?” asks Yugi
grabbing his own bag so we can walk from the classroom together.
            “Oh.
I hope not! If he was that sick, she should have sent him to a hospital!”
I exclaim. “Let’s go check with her anyway!”
            “Do
I sense someone has a crush?” asks Yugi.
            “Maybe
on Yami,” I whisper. I turn my head away to hide my blush.
            “Your
Yami must be something special,” whispers Yugi with a slight blush of his
own.
            “He
is,” I say as we make our way to the nurse’s office, “And
what of your Yami? Isn’t he also something special?”
            “He
is, but he doesn’t even realize that I have a crush on him,” says
Yugi with a sigh, “Plus there’s the issue of us sharing a body so
it would be hard for us to have a relationship.”
            “It
wouldn’t be hard to have a relationship, but a physical one would be
impossible,” I say as I stop in front of the door into the nurse’s
office, “I’m sorry. Here I am all happy about my Yami and you
can’t even have what I do with yours. I’m being so inconsiderate.
I’m sorry.”
            “Jou.
You’re not inconsiderate! Don’t be sorry about being happy,”
says Yugi, “Just be happy.” He opens the door and walks in.
            I
follow behind Yugi and look all around for Kaiba.
            “Is
Kaiba still around?” asks Yugi when he sees the nurse.
            “Oh,
no! I sent him home hours ago!” exclaims the nurse.
            “Great!
We thought we’d check here before we walked all the way to his house to
give him his books and homework,” says Yugi, “He is okay,
isn’t he?”
            “He’ll
be fine,” says the nurse with a smile, “Just don’t fight with
him until his strength returns, Jou!”
            “I
won’t!”
            “What
was wrong with him?” asks Yugi giving the nurse his signature
‘angel eyes’.
            “Nothing
as far as I could tell,” says the nurse, “but it could have been
something as simple as eating an improperly cooked piece of food or having
drank too much.”
            “Drank?
Alcohol? Kaiba?” If my eyes get any wider, they will fall out of my head.
            “It’s
possible. He’s a businessman, and it isn’t uncommon for alcoholic
beverages to be served at business functions,” says the nurse,
“I’m not saying that he had a hangover or that he’s even had
a drink before, but it is a possibility.”
            “Do
you think he’s an alcoholic?” I ask lowering my eyes to the floor.
            “No!
I think this is just a simple case of nausea due to improperly cooked
food!” exclaims the nurse quickly.
            “Well,
thanks!” I exclaim as I head out with Yugi.
            “Do
you want to go drop our bags at the game shop and go deliver Kaiba’s
homework?” asks Yugi.
            “I’m
sure getting his homework will really make his day worse!” I grin.
“Okay, let’s go! To your place to get rid of our dead weight before
we go to Kaiba’s and ditch some more!”
            Yugi
shakes his head and grabs my arm to pull me out of the school.
            “So…
what does your Yami do while you’re at school?”
            “He
reads. He studies. There’s not much else he can do when he’s inside
my soul,” says Yugi, “And he talks to me sometimes, but he usually
waits for school to be over before he does that.”
            “Does
he ever watch you in the shower?”
            Yugi
blushes. “He’d know about my crush if he did. That’s my time
to dream about him.”
            “Do
you think you’ll ever tell him?” I ask.
            Yugi
sighs, but then he smiles. “I should. I should tell him. He’ll
never know otherwise, and it would be nice to know if he feels the same way as
I do. What about you? Do you think you’ll ever tell your Yami?”
            “I’ve
been thinking a lot about him recently. I really like him, and I think I want
to take our relationship to the next level,” I say, “I want to kiss
him. We never have before. When we get together, we dance and we talk about
school… nothing specific though just ‘I hate my math teacher’
sort of stuff… We talk about Duel Monsters a lot too. We strategize a lot
and talk about specific cards or televised duels. But for the most part, we just
dance and hold each other. We’re actually very quiet for the most part.
He likes me quiet so when I do talk, I’m whispering into his ear.”
            Yugi
intertwines his fingers with mine. “You do what you have to do, Jou. Just
please be careful. You don’t know a lot about him. I don’t want you
to be hurt.”
            “I’ll
be careful.” I squeeze Yugi’s hand.
            We
reach the game shop and head up to Yugi’s room to leave our bags there.
We wave to Grandpa Motou as we head back out and start walking towards
Kaiba’s mansion. Little were we aware of what was happening there at his
very moment.

                                    *                                  *                                  *

            “Here,
big brother,” says Mokuba passing Seto a glass of club soda, “Drink
it down now. Then you can tell me why you had to come home early.”
            Seto
takes a small drink and cringes at the taste. “Since when did you become
the older brother?”
            “Since
you came home sick today,” says Mokuba jumping up to sit on the bathroom
counter, “and you’re never sick.” He sighs and watches
Seto drink some more. “Were you drinking this weekend… when you
went out to the club?”
            “I
had one drink that I split with my date,” says Seto finishing his club
soda, “Other than that, we just had sodas or orange juice. I barely had
enough to give me a buzz. I’m not hung over.”
            “Well
then why are you sick? Did you eat some bad sushi?”
            “It
wasn’t something I ate. It actually has to do with my date at the
club,” says Seto, “We had a wonderful time with each other, like
usual, but I don’t think I can see him again.”
            “Why
not?” asks Mokuba curiously.
            “Yugi
and Jou were talking today. Jou mentioned he’s been going to the club,
and he described my date as being himself. He told Yugi that he calls me Yami
and I call him Hikari,” says Seto, “I’ve been spending my
weekends with the mutt! That’s why I got sick! The thought of him
touching me or kissing me…”
            “Wait
a minute!” Mokuba slams his small fist into the counter.
“You’re telling me that your subconscious mind made you sick
because you’ve kissed Jou?”
            “I
haven’t kissed him, but I had wanted to!” Seto leans back away from
the toilet he leans against. “We never exchanged real names! I
didn’t know it was him, but I had liked being there with him. We
weren’t enemies. I had wanted to kiss him and maybe take him on a date
outside the club. Then he turned out to be Jou!”
            “Kaiba
Seto! Listen to yourself! Do you realize how nonsensical this all is?”
asks Mokuba, “You have made yourself physically sick because you’ve
been enjoying time spent with a person who is only your enemy because you make
him be!”
            “I
make him be my enemy?” Seto glares at Mokuba.
            “Yes!
You were the one to seek out and destroy the fourth Blue-Eyes, which
wasn’t a direct attack on Jou, but since it hurt Yugi, you forced Jou
into protective mode! You’re the one who starts the fights with Jou by
calling him names and hurting his pride! You’re the one who thought Jou
was worthless when he took the Duelist Kingdom prize money from Yugi to pay for
an eye operation for his little sister. Jou would be your friend if it
wasn’t for you always attacking him and putting him down!”
            “Mokuba…”
            “No,
Seto! Listen! You have fun with Hikari! You do! You’ve told me that after
every trip you’ve made to the club!” exclaims Mokuba, “You
aren’t a Kaiba when you’re with Hikari! You’re my brother
again! You’re free when you’re with Hikari… free from stress,
free from public opinion, free to be seventeen, free to feel again! Don’t
take that away from yourself!”
            “I’m
not the one taking it away,” says Seto, “Jou did that. If I never
knew they were the same person, I could still see Hikari and have fun with him.
If I never knew he was Jou, I could see myself kissing him and maybe bringing
him home to bed… even telling him I love him someday. But I can’t
tell Jou that. Jou isn’t supposed to make me feel the things Hikari does.
Jou is a stupid mutt! Hikari is special!”
            “So
is Jou. You’ve just never let yourself see that before.”
            Seto
leans his head against the wall and closes his eyes.
            “Does
Jou know that you’re Yami?” whispers Mokuba.
            Seto
scoffs. “Do you really think I’d tell the mutt he’s been spending
his weekends in my arms? He’d throw up on me! I, at least, had the
courtesy of going into a bathroom. Even if he did have to chase the girls out
of it.”
            “So…
when you were puking, was he rubbing your back and pulling your hair from your
face?” asks Mokuba with a tiny grin.
            Seto
looks at his brother with one eye. “What?”
            “And
when you were done, did he wash your face?” Mokuba’s grin widens at
the look on his older brother’s face. “He did! Jou’s like
that, you know! When someone he cares about is sick, he’ll do what he can
to take care of them and make them feel better. He did the same to me when I
got sick at the game shop!”
            “I
should get to work,” says Seto.
            Mokuba’s
eyes widen.
            Seto
pushes himself to his feet and clutches his stomach. “Or at least go to
bed.”
            “Bed!
Now! I’m not letting you go to work sick!” exclaims Mokuba hopping
down from the counter. He grabs Seto’s hand and leads him out of the
bathroom and to his bed. “I’ll make the call to your secretary so
she knows you’re not coming in.”
            Seto
climbs into bed and tosses the blanket half-hazardly over himself. “Can
you bring me another glass?”
            “Sure,
Seto!” Mokuba smiles as he heads from the room.

                                    *                                  *                                  *

            “So
I guess the description tall, dark, and handsome fits your Yami well then,”
says Yugi as we reach the gates to the Kaiba Mansion.
            “I
think so anyway, but I could be biased,” I say.
            Yugi
moves up to the guard booth. “Are the Kaiba brothers in? I have a
delivery from the Kame Game Shop for Mokuba and also Kaiba’s homework
from school.”
            “Names?”
asks the guard.
            “Yugi
and Jou.” Yugi smiles.
            The
guard lifts a phone and punches in an extension number. “Master Mokuba,
there are two boys out here at the main gate claiming to be delivering Master
Kaiba’s homework and something from the Kame Game Shop… Yugi and
Jou… yes… Right away, sir.”
            Yugi
smiles.
            The
guard puts the phone back and presses some buttons on his console. As the gates
start to open, he says, “You can go on in. Master Mokuba will be waiting
for you.”
            “Thank
you,” says Yugi before we duck through the gate and start up the long
driveway.
            “The
driveway here is an exercise routine all on its own!” I whine.
            Yugi
chuckles.
            The
front door opens upon our arrival, and the butler leads us into the kitchen
where Mokuba’s busy filling a sandwich plate with crackers.
            “Hi,
Mokuba!” exclaims Yugi.
            “Hey.”
I smile when Mokuba glances my way.
            “Hi,
guys,” says Mokuba putting the plate on a serving tray beside a glass of
a slightly amber liquid. “Did you bring Seto’s homework?”
            “I
have it right here!” I pat the bag over my shoulder.
            Mokuba
blushes. “I know you don’t get along with my brother very well, but
he really is quite sick. Will you take this tray and his homework up to
him?”
            “Sure!”
I exclaim with a huge grin as I take the tray, “Which way?”
            “Up
the stairs. Second door on the left,” says Mokuba, “and make sure
he stays in bed.”
            “That’s
his bedroom?” I ask slightly crestfallen.
            “Well…
yeah,” says Mokuba giving me his version of Yugi’s ‘angel
eyes’, and I thought it was hard to resist Yugi.
            “Okay.
Second floor. Second door on the left,” I say as I head from the room.
            “Yugi,”
whispers Mokuba, “I need some advice.”
            “What
is it?” whispers Yugi stepping closer to Mokuba.
            “My
brother’s involved in something that’s going to hurt
someone,” says Mokuba, “He’s been seeing someone for awhile
now, and he really likes that person. Now I think they’re going to break
up for no reason.”
            “Mokuba,
there may not be a reason you can see, but that doesn’t mean there
isn’t one…”
            Mokuba
places his hand on Yugi’s mouth. “Swear to me on the soul of your
other half that this conversation stays in this room!”
            “I
swear, Mokuba, that should I reveal what you are about to say, that my Yami
should depart from me forever,” says Yugi.
            Mokuba
glances at the door. “Seto is Yami. Seto’s been meeting Jou at the
club every weekend! He heard you two talking about it today!”
            “Oh…
fuck! We need to tell Jou!”
            “You
swore!” exclaims Mokuba, “I know he deserves to know, but
it’s really hurt Seto to find out that the guy he’s falling…
or maybe fallen in love with is really Jou. This could really hurt Jou
if we tell him. I need your advice on how to convince Seto to tell Jou
himself.”
            “I
don’t know if there is a way. Maybe the best thing would be for Yami to
stand up Hikari and just not show up next time. It would hurt Jou but maybe not
as much as finding out who Yami is,” says Yugi.
            “I
want Seto and Jou to be happy.” Mokuba’s shoulders slump.
            Yugi
pulls Mokuba into a hug. “We can’t decide that for them.”
            “Can’t
you just have your other half mind-wipe Seto so he forgets that Jou is Hikari,
or better yet… forgets why he hates Jou?”
            “You
know I can’t.”

                                    *                                  *                                  *

            I
walk up the stairs and count the doors. I pause before I open the door and
enter Kaiba’s room. My eyes drift to the bed where Kaiba rests still in
his school uniform. I see his eyes are closed so I quietly close the door and
walk up to the side of the bed. I place the tray on the nightstand and deposit
the bag on the floor by the desk. Then I move to the bed and sit down on the
edge of it.
            “Did
you bring me a drink, Mokuba?” asks Kaiba keeping his eyes closed.
            I
grab the glass from the tray. “I’m not Mokuba, but I did bring you
a drink.”
            Kaiba’s
eyes burst open and his complexion pales even more as he sees me. “What
are you doing here?”
            I
pass the glass to Kaiba and grin. “I came by to see how you’re
doing?”
            Kaiba’s
hands shake as he lifts the glass to his lips. “You were worried about
me?”
            “Man,
I’m just pulling your chain!” I exclaim, “I mean, yeah I
might have been a little concerned that you’re sick, but the main reason
I’m here is to bring you your books and homework! Yugi wrote up the list
for you since you can’t read my handwriting!”
            “So
you came to bring me homework? You weren’t worried about me?”
            “Just
homework. Nothing else!”
            Kaiba
sighs and takes another drink. “I assume Mokuba made you bring this
up.”
            “Yep!
He also said I had to make you eat these crackers too,” I say as I grab
the plate from the tray, “I tell you, man… I don’t pity you
having to eat these things!”
            Kaiba
takes one cracker and nibbles on it until it’s half done then he puts it
back, takes a sip from his glass and passes it to me.
            I
set the glass and plate down on the tray. I reach for the blanket as I stand.
            “Get
away from me, mutt!” Kaiba sits bolt upright.
            My
eyes widen. “You’re still in your school uniform?”
            Kaiba
clutches his stomach. “And what else should I be wearing?”
            “Duh!
Pajamas!” I exclaim grabbing his arm and yanking him out of bed.
“Where do you keep them? I’ll get them.”
            “I
don’t have pajamas,” sys Kaiba.
            “Too
much info,” I say, “Now take off that jacket and those pants and
get back in bed!”
            “No.”
            “You
only have two choices. You take them off yourself, or I do it for you! And
you’re not my lover so I won’t be gentle with you!” I yell,
“Now shut up and do it!”
            “Turn
and close your eyes.”
            I
turn so my back faces Kaiba and I close my eyes. “Okay, now
change.”
            “I
hate you, mutt.”
            “Yeah,
I know. I love you too moneybags!” I taunt as I hear the rustling of
clothing behind me.
            “Say
that when I’m feeling better and I’ll kill you,” says Kaiba.
“Okay, I’m in bed now.”
            I
turn and open my eyes to see the jacket and pants in a pile on the floor. I see
Kaiba in bed with his left arm completely covered by the pillow. I grab the
blanket and cover Kaiba up to his chin. “Stay in bed and rest.”
            “Get
out of my room,” says Kaiba.
            “Gladly!
Now I can tell Mokuba you’re an ass but I was nice to you!” I
exclaim as I head back out the door. I walk down the stairs and back into the
kitchen where Yugi and Mokuba sit close together. “Am I missing
something?”
            Yugi
looks away guiltily.
            “We
were just talking about a problem I have with… my girlfriend,” says
Mokuba, “It’s no big deal really.”
            “If
you need advice maybe I can help,” I say, “I know a lot about girls
because of my sister!”
            “Thanks,
Jou, but I think I’m covered!” Mokuba smiles at me.
“Now… were you nice to Seto?”
            “Yep!
He’s in bed. He ate a cracker. And I didn’t manhandle him,” I
say, but under my breath I mumble, “Much.”
            “Thank
you, Jou,” says Mokuba, “The limo is waiting outside to take you
home.”
            “Great!
Thanks! Come on, Yugi. We might still have time to do some homework before I
have to head home!” I exclaim.
            Yugi
smiles at me. “Bye, Mokuba. I’m sure this will all work itself
out!”
            “Bye,
Yugi. Bye, Jou!”
            “See
you later, kid,” I say as Yugi leads me out of the house and into the
limo. I settle down into the seat with a comforted sigh. “Yugi…
were you guys talking about me while I was gone?”
            “You’re
just being paranoid, Jou.”
            “Did
he mention what was wrong with Kaiba?”
            “Food
poisoning. Apparently Kaiba can’t have raw fish. It has to be cooked or
sashimi,” says Yugi, “but he says it’s happened before so we
don’t need to worry about him.”
            “I
wasn’t worried…”
            “Jou…”
            “Much
anyway.”
            Yugi
cuddles up to me and rests his head on my arm. “Do you think you and
Kaiba could ever look beyond your differences and become friends?”
            “Sure!
When hell freezes over or he and I get turned into the other’s favorite dragon!”
I exclaim.
            “So
you don’t thing you could ever, say, fall in love with him?” asks
Yugi.
            “Me?
In love with Kaiba? No way!”
            “You
don’t even think he’s cute?”
            “Oh
he’s cute all right, but then you hit his lack of personality and all
things romantic fly out the window,” I say, “I he were a different
person inside, then I could see us having a chance together, but he isn’t
a different person inside. He’s an ass!”
            “Maybe
you’re right.” Yugi sighs. “Or maybe he’s just afraid
to let anyone get close enough to realize that he’s not an ass
inside.”
            The
limo pulls to a stop at the curb outside the Kame Game Shop.
            “Kaiba
is just Kaiba,” I say as we climb from the back of the limo, “and
nothing will ever change that. And no matter what you’re thinking…
I’m not interested in him. He’s not my type at all!”
            “Too
bad cause he looks a little like you described Yami.”
            “He
looks nothing like Yami!”
            “Whatever
you say, Jou,” says Yugi with a smile.

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            “Wish
me luck, Yugi,” I say as I walk out the classroom door with my best
friend.
            “You
always have great luck, Jou,” says Yugi. He stops suddenly, and his
already large eyes widen. “Why do you need luck?”
            “Tonight’s
the night,” I say with an apprehensive grin, “I’m going to
kiss him!”
            “Are
you sure that’s a good idea? I mean you don’t even know his real
name!”
            “I
may not know his name, but I know him!” I exclaim, “I’m so
happy when I’m with him! This could be love… my first. I’m
going to kiss him tonight… I just hope that I don’t lose my nerve
when I’m in his arms!”
            “Okay,
Jou. If this is truly what you want, then I wish you all the luck in the world!
I hope he shares your feelings!” exclaims Yugi smiling at me, “But
be careful! I don’t want you to get hurt if he doesn’t care for you
like that.”
            “I’ll
be careful! Now I’ve got to get home! I’m doing something special
with my appearance tonight!” I wink before I hurry towards my home. I
lock myself in my room as soon as I arrive and I throw my homework down on my
desk. I start my weekend ritual by stripping off all my clothes and lying down
on my bed. I reach over and turn on my bedside radio.
            As
the music fills the air, my hands move to my body, touching myself in the same
deliciously sinful ways You touch me. I pretend it is you. I touch my neck with
precision, caressing only the sensitive spots you’re stroked before. My
hands move down to gently rub my nipples and caress my chest and stomach.
            I
take a deep breath as one of my hands travels down to a part of me you’ve
never touched before. I wrap my fingers around my aroused length and imagine
that it’s you stroking me. I work myself towards completion as I dream of
you. I pretend you’re the one touching me while I touch you. My body
jerks as I release into the air.
            I
close my eyes and just listen to a few songs as my body calms down. I sit up
with a sigh and climb from bed. I grab my fluffy bathrobe from the back of my
door and slip it on. I unlock my door and head out to the bathroom. I start to
fill the bathtub with hot water and my bubble bath in preparation for the
second step in my weekend routine. I drop my robe and slip into the half-filled
tub as I turn the water off. I sink down as low as I can and relax into the
water’s hear. I wonder what you’re doing as I scrub my body, but I
don’t let my thoughts arouse me again. I rinse the soap off and climb
from the tub. I wrap a towel around myself before pulling the plug to drain the
water.
            “I
wonder if you pleasure yourself before our dates,” I whisper. I blush and
dry myself quickly. I put my robe back on and head into the kitchen for my
Kool-aid dye job. I grab a sandwich to eat while I color my hair, but I eat it
all before I even have the sink plugged and the Kool-aid made. The good thing
about having blond hair is it takes the color really well.
            My
dad enters the house through the kitchen door just as I’m rapping an old
towel around my soaked hair. “You going out again this weekend?”
            “Yeah.”
            “Don’t
bring home any STDs.”
            “I
won’t.”
            My
dad nods and grabs a beer can from the fridge before heading to his bedroom to
change out of his work uniform and take a bath in the master bathroom. At least
I’ll still have the main bathroom to do my prep work. I grab a bottle of
juice and drink it on the way back to the bathroom. I remove the towel and blow-dry
my hair with the hairdryer Shizuka forgot to take home after her last visit.
            I
take off my robe so that I can rub lotion into every inch of my skin. You like
my skin to be soft. You said once, “Soft skin begs to be touched.”
            By
applying lotion, I make my skin soft because I am begging for your touch. I
hold my breath as I rub lotion onto my private parts. I slip a single finger
into my entrance. This is something I’ve started in these past few weeks.
The more I’ve been day-dreaming about kissing you, the more I want you to
touch me in places you’ve never touched before… and even though I
am embarrassingly enough still untouched by love, I don’t want you to
know I’m inexperienced. I remove my finger from my anal passage and ash
my hands.
            You
like my hair away from my face.
            I
put some mousse in my hair and style it back so that my eyes are revealed
fully. I put my robe on and return to my room. I pull my outfit from my closet
and place it on the foot of my bed. I sit down at my desk and pull out my
make-up kit and mirror. First I brush on a dusting of sparkles to my face and
neck. Then I apply the eyeliner to accentuate my eyes. You like my eyes.
Finally I put on my lip gloss, but then I remember something, and I hurry back
to the bathroom to brush my teeth and tongue and use the mouthwash to rinse. I
return to my room and re-apply the lip gloss.
            I
stop. This is where I deviate from the norm. I take a deep breath and reach
into my make-up kit again to pull out a crystal tattoo. I read the directions
again before I shed my robe. I pull the back of the tattoo off and position the
crystals around my belly button before pressing the sunburst tattoo against my
skin. I relax as I wait for a few minutes before I pull off the plastic cover
that holds all the crystals in shape. I smile at the tattoo and blush when I
think of your reaction to my body art. I look over to the outfit I’ve
chosen.
            You
like me in black. You like me in leather. You like me in revealing clothing
because you like to touch my soft skin. You will like this new outfit
I’ve gotten.
            I
move to the foot of my bed and lift my pants. I pull the leather up my legs and
settle them around my hips. I zip them up and fasten the button. My waist and
navel are left revealed. I really am begging for your touch. I lift the silk
shirt and fumble with undoing the buttons. I hate buttons, but I’ll wear
this shirt for you. I think you have a button fetish.
            I
get the last button undone, and I slip the sleeveless shirt on. I hope you
don’t realize that this shirt is supposed to be women’s, but I
think the low Johnny-collar may give it away. Plus it only covers half my torso
leaving my mid-riff bare so you can easily see my crystal tattoo. I get my
shirt buttoned up properly, and I get my black sneakers from the closet. Once
my shoes are on I take a quick rundown of my appearance.
            Shirt?
Check. Pants? Check. Shoes? Double check. Hair color? Red. Make-up? Applied.
Crystal tattoo? In place. I check off everything and realize that I’m
ready to go. I grab my wallet and place it into a pocket on my upper thigh.
I’m all decked out to go. I have my ID and a little cash. All
that’s left is grabbing my jacket as I head out the door. I head into the
bathroom to look at myself in the mirror, and I splash on a little cologne. I
put on my deodorant and take a close look at my face in the mirror. “No
major blemishes and still no reason to shave. I’m beginning to think
I’ll never grow facial hair.”
            I
head out of the bathroom and walk to my dad’s bedroom door. I knock
lightly.
            The
door opens, and my dad looks at me. “That’s a new outfit.”
            “Yeah.”
I blush.
            “Take
your coat. It’s supposed to get cold tonight,” says my dad,
“Do you have money?”
            “I
have a bit.”
            My
dad pulls out his wallet and gives me the largest bill he has inside. “Don’t
spend it all tonight.”
            “Thanks,
Dad,” I say, “Do you need me to bring anything home?”
            “No.
I actually have a date tonight with a girl from work,” says my dad,
“So if I’m lucky, I’ll be at her place tonight.”
            “Don’t
bring home any STDs,” I say.
            “Don’t
forget your key and get the hell out of here,” says my dad slamming his
door in my face.
            I
pull my wallet out as I walk towards the front door and I put my money away. I
put the wallet back and take my key from a hook on the wall to put in the
zippered pocket on my left thigh. I take my leather jacket from the coat closet
and slip it on before I head out the door and into the early night. As I start
to walk to the bus stop, I wonder if you take as much time to get ready as I
do.

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