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30_kisses - Jounouchi/Ryou - 10th -
Title: 10th
Rating: G? PG?
Pairing: Jounouchi/Ryou
Fandom: YGO
Theme: 10. #10, #12. in a good mood, #3. jolt!
Disclaimer: Not mine~ If it was, it’d be even gayer. :D
A/N: Sorry for the ridiculously long break on this, real life [namely, homework and classes] ate me. I should edit it more, but I lack the time. Please point out any errors
––
The days later fall into a blur - each day studying with Ryou, their collected denial and perhaps even a bit of hope. Jounouchi can’t remember the finals, he remembers getting up, feeling dread, but not the actual act of taking them. Perhaps that is for the best.
His scores are surprising to everyone - especially himself. Tenth in the entire school - it is almost unheard of and investigated throughly, how someone who always got average to sub-par scores could get such high scores.
Anzu later says that it’s a shame his expression wasn’t photographed, but he’s glad that it wasn’t. For there’d been very few times when his emotions got even close to that point, from terror to outright disbelief. (“there must be something mistake - I can’t have gotten such a high score”)
Rumors mill about, until they sprout of life of their own - growing more vicious and outrageous with each incarnation. But it is the last exams, and their whispers fade deep into his mind, behind the triumph of succeeding, nothing else maters. Let them talk, it only gave him more to be proud of. It let him be inside the spotlight he loved off his own accord. And they can talk all they want - he got tenth. Smirk.
“I believed in you, Jounouchi-kun” Yuugi smiles the way he always does - the pure unadulterated happiness that seems to shine from somewhere deep within.
“So did I.” Ryou answers, as he packs his things. Smiling that enigmatic and somehow very comforting smile.
–
Neither his father or mother is present when he graduates, but he’s surrounded by friends and his sister. To him they are more of a family than he’s ever known, and his gratitude goes far beyond what can be explained. So he does what he always does, he embellishes a story and tells a tale that somehow holds the details of this moment.
Anzu rolls her eyes. Honda laughs, not before mussing Jounochi’s already out-of-place golden hair. The light catches his hair as he attempts to get it to it’s original state of disorder. Everyone laughs, and this time he laughs along with them.
But two people listened with rapt attention, as if from over a campfire, their faces are lighted by something he can’t quite explain. Admiration is the closest thing he will admit his brain to comprehend.
On his sister’s face, it’s easily explainable. Merely the hero worship she’s always held for him.
But a similar expression lingers on Ryou’s face. And for some reason, he can’t understand why.
It troubles him somehow, but he buries it for later examinations. Now is a time for happiness, for celebration.
––
Soon after, he leaves the dreaded apartment that’d been his home for most of his teenage life. All memories of living under the same roof with someone called his father were to be stored in a special box within all the places in his mind. Happiness, sadness, bitterness. Childhood.
He never lets go of regrets, he merely makes room and shoves them inside. Later on they can be taken out and old scars can be re-opened whenever another failure happens.
––
Days, months, years pass, and they drift apart.
Yugi takes his grandfather’s place at the game store, Anzu suffers and injury and is unable to finsh her dreams of dancing. She finds her true talent lies in teaching, though her smiles always seem wistful, yearning.
Honda moves in as Otogi’s roommate, and eventually travels with him as a salesmen rep. Living with Otogi apparently made a difference, as the next time Jounouchi saw him, he was sporting a new, surprisingly good haircut along with the large amounts of leather. Jounouchi can almost see the exchange - “either the thing on your head which you ‘claim’ to call hair goes, or I go”
He stifles a smile at the thought.
Jounouchi rarely talks to the others in his group, each busy building their respective dreams
and the short-lived time where he grew close to Ryou seems nothing but a dream.
He won’t allow himself to admit he might very well miss them - most of all that he might still crave Ryou’s companionship.
It’d seem odd for them to be friends, for Ryou is cultured, almost considered rich. Surely those delicate hands hand never seen work, for there’s no other way they could take up such an appearance, as if made of faultless alabaster.
He thinks it was all a fluke, that it would be impossible for any lasting friendship to ensue.
––
He meets Ryou again in the cozy halls of a small café he waits on as a second job. It doesn’t pay that well, but every bit helps keep him in his own life away from family and the problems therein.
Ryou hadn’t changed much, just lengthened, grown taller,
Ryou offers to stay until his shift is over, and sits in a side booth, sipping a watery ice-tea seeming entranced with the scenery outside the window.
Jounouchi is thankful for such a gesture, so thankful, yet he can’t quite express it. He just smiles instead, Ryou smiles back.
Jounouchi feels happier that day.
–
They talk, casual things about the weather and the latest news (“Have you been to The Green Turtle?” “Aaa, I didn’t. I rarely get out these days” “You should~ I went there, it’s wonderful~” )
It seems awkward, the silence comes so easily. Several half formed sentences die in mid-air as they talk about things that no longer exist. Remember people who’ve moved on, much like themselves.
“I want to see you again” Ryou says.
Jounouchi nods, at a loss for words.
“So...can we exchange our current addresses? I’m trying to catch up with everyone in the group again.”
A quick scribble of words on a crumpled piece of scrap paper, a few monotone and clumsy words, and it’s over.
Jounouchi watches Ryou’s form as he leaves.
––
Ryou comes often, his soft, downy appearance blending into the small café, staring out at scenery outside, his face tranquil and unburdened.
Ryou rarely says anything, just orders a cup of tea and waits for Jounouchi’s shift to end. Ryou always saves half of it and presses it into Jounouchi’s hands. Jounouchi does not drink tea, has never had a fondness for it, but he gratefully accepts all the same.
They eat together in peace, Jounouchi talks, Ryou listens. They speak of simple things while never touching the delicate balance of their friendship, or what is, and what could be.
Rating: G? PG?
Pairing: Jounouchi/Ryou
Fandom: YGO
Theme: 10. #10, #12. in a good mood, #3. jolt!
Disclaimer: Not mine~ If it was, it’d be even gayer. :D
A/N: Sorry for the ridiculously long break on this, real life [namely, homework and classes] ate me. I should edit it more, but I lack the time. Please point out any errors
––
The days later fall into a blur - each day studying with Ryou, their collected denial and perhaps even a bit of hope. Jounouchi can’t remember the finals, he remembers getting up, feeling dread, but not the actual act of taking them. Perhaps that is for the best.
His scores are surprising to everyone - especially himself. Tenth in the entire school - it is almost unheard of and investigated throughly, how someone who always got average to sub-par scores could get such high scores.
Anzu later says that it’s a shame his expression wasn’t photographed, but he’s glad that it wasn’t. For there’d been very few times when his emotions got even close to that point, from terror to outright disbelief. (“there must be something mistake - I can’t have gotten such a high score”)
Rumors mill about, until they sprout of life of their own - growing more vicious and outrageous with each incarnation. But it is the last exams, and their whispers fade deep into his mind, behind the triumph of succeeding, nothing else maters. Let them talk, it only gave him more to be proud of. It let him be inside the spotlight he loved off his own accord. And they can talk all they want - he got tenth. Smirk.
“I believed in you, Jounouchi-kun” Yuugi smiles the way he always does - the pure unadulterated happiness that seems to shine from somewhere deep within.
“So did I.” Ryou answers, as he packs his things. Smiling that enigmatic and somehow very comforting smile.
–
Neither his father or mother is present when he graduates, but he’s surrounded by friends and his sister. To him they are more of a family than he’s ever known, and his gratitude goes far beyond what can be explained. So he does what he always does, he embellishes a story and tells a tale that somehow holds the details of this moment.
Anzu rolls her eyes. Honda laughs, not before mussing Jounochi’s already out-of-place golden hair. The light catches his hair as he attempts to get it to it’s original state of disorder. Everyone laughs, and this time he laughs along with them.
But two people listened with rapt attention, as if from over a campfire, their faces are lighted by something he can’t quite explain. Admiration is the closest thing he will admit his brain to comprehend.
On his sister’s face, it’s easily explainable. Merely the hero worship she’s always held for him.
But a similar expression lingers on Ryou’s face. And for some reason, he can’t understand why.
It troubles him somehow, but he buries it for later examinations. Now is a time for happiness, for celebration.
––
Soon after, he leaves the dreaded apartment that’d been his home for most of his teenage life. All memories of living under the same roof with someone called his father were to be stored in a special box within all the places in his mind. Happiness, sadness, bitterness. Childhood.
He never lets go of regrets, he merely makes room and shoves them inside. Later on they can be taken out and old scars can be re-opened whenever another failure happens.
––
Days, months, years pass, and they drift apart.
Yugi takes his grandfather’s place at the game store, Anzu suffers and injury and is unable to finsh her dreams of dancing. She finds her true talent lies in teaching, though her smiles always seem wistful, yearning.
Honda moves in as Otogi’s roommate, and eventually travels with him as a salesmen rep. Living with Otogi apparently made a difference, as the next time Jounouchi saw him, he was sporting a new, surprisingly good haircut along with the large amounts of leather. Jounouchi can almost see the exchange - “either the thing on your head which you ‘claim’ to call hair goes, or I go”
He stifles a smile at the thought.
Jounouchi rarely talks to the others in his group, each busy building their respective dreams
and the short-lived time where he grew close to Ryou seems nothing but a dream.
He won’t allow himself to admit he might very well miss them - most of all that he might still crave Ryou’s companionship.
It’d seem odd for them to be friends, for Ryou is cultured, almost considered rich. Surely those delicate hands hand never seen work, for there’s no other way they could take up such an appearance, as if made of faultless alabaster.
He thinks it was all a fluke, that it would be impossible for any lasting friendship to ensue.
––
He meets Ryou again in the cozy halls of a small café he waits on as a second job. It doesn’t pay that well, but every bit helps keep him in his own life away from family and the problems therein.
Ryou hadn’t changed much, just lengthened, grown taller,
Ryou offers to stay until his shift is over, and sits in a side booth, sipping a watery ice-tea seeming entranced with the scenery outside the window.
Jounouchi is thankful for such a gesture, so thankful, yet he can’t quite express it. He just smiles instead, Ryou smiles back.
Jounouchi feels happier that day.
–
They talk, casual things about the weather and the latest news (“Have you been to The Green Turtle?” “Aaa, I didn’t. I rarely get out these days” “You should~ I went there, it’s wonderful~” )
It seems awkward, the silence comes so easily. Several half formed sentences die in mid-air as they talk about things that no longer exist. Remember people who’ve moved on, much like themselves.
“I want to see you again” Ryou says.
Jounouchi nods, at a loss for words.
“So...can we exchange our current addresses? I’m trying to catch up with everyone in the group again.”
A quick scribble of words on a crumpled piece of scrap paper, a few monotone and clumsy words, and it’s over.
Jounouchi watches Ryou’s form as he leaves.
––
Ryou comes often, his soft, downy appearance blending into the small café, staring out at scenery outside, his face tranquil and unburdened.
Ryou rarely says anything, just orders a cup of tea and waits for Jounouchi’s shift to end. Ryou always saves half of it and presses it into Jounouchi’s hands. Jounouchi does not drink tea, has never had a fondness for it, but he gratefully accepts all the same.
They eat together in peace, Jounouchi talks, Ryou listens. They speak of simple things while never touching the delicate balance of their friendship, or what is, and what could be.
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The light catches his hair as he attempts to get it to it’s original state of disorder.
He never lets go of regrets, he merely makes room and shoves them inside. Later on they can be taken out and old scars can be re-opened whenever another failure happens.
Great character lines.
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And I'm betaless so sometimes things slip by =/ I'll try and go through it with a fine tooth comb later and pick out those errors.
Uhh XD There should be an indirect kiss in the next chapter [as I'm laying it out chapterwise - check the memories if you want to read the prievous chapters] I just have a hard time seeing Jounouchi/Ryou that happens automatically, Jounouchi seems the type who would deny being gay until his life [and relationship] depended on it. But maybe an accidental kiss at a concert? ;D I need to make actual kisses in the chapters anyhow~
Thank you :D
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