A/N: Here's Jou's POV. Enjoy :)

Jou knew it was coming. It was so predictable, you could practically set your clock to it.

Kaiba would be breaking up with him soon.

It was inevitable. They had been peacefully together for three months, and soon Kaiba would grow bored. Jou knew that the phone call would come, with the standard line – "we need to talk" – and he knew what would come next.

He would go to Kaiba's house to "talk," and Kaiba would tell him, quietly at first, that he didn't think things were working out. Jou would respond, just as calmly, that he didn't know what Kaiba was talking about, and somehow they would end up screaming at each other. Jou knew he would cry (and he knew that – although he would never show it – Kaiba wanted to as well), and more likely than not, he would end up throwing some breakable objects around. Then he would storm out, slam the door, and make his way home to his apartment.

Jou knew that after that, he would be gloomy, moody, and would consume more ice cream than any human being should be able to. He would have long, teary, heart-to-heart talks with Yugi and Yami, who always seemed to know what to say to cheer him up. He would go on long motorcycle rides with Honda, sometimes as far as to where his sister, Shizuka lived, and he would smile as he watched Honda try to put the moves on her. He would go on shopping trips with Anzu, who never pressured him into talking, but would always listen when he needed her to. He would watch old movies with Ryou, and would smile when Bakura tried to sneak in from his latest "adventure," only to be confronted with his hikari's wrath. To see the gentle Ryou flustered was always amusing.

And he was grateful to be blessed with such friends. But somehow, it just wasn't the same.

So, for 10 days (and it's always 10 days, he thought), he would worry and fret that maybe this time, this time, it really was over. And it would frighten him to his very core.

But he knew that as always, after exactly 10 days from the time of the break up, he would hear a knock on his door, and Kaiba would be on the other side, holding a single white rose. There would be soft words, quiet tears (on both ends, this time, Jou always noted), and gentle touches, which always led to burning passionate desires being fulfilled. And he was whole once again, molten golden sunshine that brightened both of their lives.

At least until Kaiba grew bored again, and the cycle began once more.

And Jou knew that some day, the cycle would come to an end, one way or another, and he dreaded that day. But until then, he would always love the make up part of it all, because, after all, making up was the best part of everything.

As he pondered over everything, the ringing phone jolted him out of his thoughts. He knew instinctively who it was before he pressed the button, but still answered with a cheerful voice.

"Hi, this is Jonouchi…."

A/N: Ok, tis the end of this tale. Thanks for reading:)