A/N

Temporarily back from the dead.. Long gone dead. I'm not watching Yu-Gi-Oh anymore, but I still find this the best couple for
shonen-ai/yaoi relationships. And I have just too much music that fit these two perfectly.

"It was a day unlike any other day. The flowers bloomed. Nothing could cease the glorious sunlight from piercing through the gloomy clouds. The wind continued to blow and graze every being that it came across. Nothing new. Nothing changed. Nothing out of the ordinary, but of course it is easy to see the surface. Beyond the cover, nothing's ever the same. The spite for another may soon out grow its ridged shell and from it emerage such feelings that one would never expect. Funny how things work out that way."

The graceful strokes of the inked full pen brushed against the smooth surface of the white paper beneath it, as it left its blue ink mark behind. The light was shouded and concealed by a shadow that soon made itself known, as well as its possesser.

"What cha writing Jou-kun?" chirped the small boy.

Melted honey eyes strayed from the paper, "Oh, it's nothing, Yuugi," Jounouchi said before quickly putting his thoughts away.

Yuugi's face contorted to that of disbelief, "Come on, you've been acting funny lately. I know something's up." His violet-ruby eyes scanned the area, curious to see if anyone was eavesdropping or being awkardly silent and still in order to listen in, before he continued, lowering his soft voice to a whisper, "Is it your father?"

Jounouchi blinked and let out a laugh, "Nah, it's got nothing to do with that old bastard. Don't worry about it Yuugi, there's nothing wrong. Come on, would I lie to you?"

The teacher bursted into the room and shouted out orders before Yuugi had the change to reply to Jounouchi's simplistic question. The class silenced themselves and sat in their arraged desks awaiting further instructions.

Part One: So This is how it Starts

Break. The lunch bell rang and students scrambled out of their cramped cages to escape to the great outdoors, even if the moment of freedom would be brief.

Jounouchi decided to remain behind instead of joining his fellow companions for lunch. A war was creating great catastrafies within his skull, probably fracturing it as well if it were given the chance to erupt and become much worse than it already was. He pulled out the paper once more. The very one he had been recording his thoughts upon.

He lifted his pen and entangled it within his long, delecate fingers. Playing around the hard plastic barrier that contained the thin ink sac inside. Pausing, Jounouchi closed his eyes and let out a sigh. Silence surrounded him, all except for the dulled murmer of thousand of voices that where entraped inside and outside the school walls, softened and blocked as much as possible buy clear glass windows, sturdy plaster and wood walls and countless other obsticals.

Slowly, he lowered his pen's tip against the smooth surface once more. The door swung open with force before shutting loudly.

Jounouchi jumped and his body's reflex came into action, throughing his hand off course and the pen's dark ink mark slashed right though the paper's center and over any sentances previously written. He cursed under his breath and ran his hand through his hair.

"I suppose you either failed a test and the teacher's giving you another chance to rewrite it or we had an inclass essay and you feel it will do you some good to have your time extended," rumbled a low, dark and crude voice as footsteps made their way across the room.

"None of your business, Kaiba," Jounouchi snapped. The paper was no good to him now. His thoughts had been crossed out and violated.

Noticing the foot steps coming closer, he grabbed his paper and crumpled it up quickly and shoved it into his bag.

"Come come now, Katsuya, no need to ambush me with such 'affection', " Kaiba snorted. A loud thud clashed with the wood of a desk once he placed the metalic briefcase down.

"Affection? Oh please Kaiba, don't flatter me. I have just as much affection towards you as I do for jock itch."

"So does that mean you touch yourself whenever I enter your head? To cure a bad itch?"

Jounouchi's throat swelled up on Kaiba's words. He couldn't counter the attack with words of his own.

Knowing that he had cornered the blond boy, Kaiba continued, twisting his face to that of pure disgust, more drama for an even greater effect, "Oh god. You are a perverted little puppy aren't you?"

"I WOULD NEVER- That's just gross! The hell gave you that idea!"

"Well... you were comparing me to jock itch, so I believed it to be a cryptic message," his face was calm, never looking up at the fair boy, "You were always easy to read. Like a children's novel. No effort at all."

Jounouchi shot up from his seat so fast, his chair was thrown aside and colided with a neighboring desk before falling to the ground with another loud bang. "Fuck you, Kaiba!"

"I'm sure you would like to, Katsuya."

"That's not what I ment!" Jou's face was swelling up and glowing a deep shade of red.

Red out of anger.
Red out of spite.
Red out of embarrassment.
Red out of fear.

God let that all be a joke. Does he really have a clue?

Kaiba looked up, his piercing blue eyes looked straight into Jou's amber. Jounouchi stepped back, never before had he actually looked at Kaiba's profile so carefully as the stood eye to eye.

A moment passed. Nothing was said. No movement was made. Finally, Kaiba closed his case and placed it down on the floor, resting it against one of the legs of the desk before straightening his body, exposing the full extent of his height, easly towering over the blond.

"Well then, what did you mean?" He knew he had Jounouchi cornered and it wasn't his personality to back out when he had an advantage over anything.

Great. What to say? How to turn things around?

Once again. No words could escape from his mouth. His throat continued to swell up and choke on the dark youth's words.
Time was ticking. If he didn't say something soon then perhaps his worst fear would reviele itself unintentionally.

"What I ment was," his eyes looked away to the side as he picked his brain and fought to get the words out.

Kaiba raised in eyebrow.

"I-I..." he was studdering. With every word he said, there risked the truth coming out.

Lighting struck him. A challange. Kaiba was challanging him.

A smile appeared upon his lips.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I ment."

Kaiba was taken aback. This was clearly not what he was expecting. "What?"

The tables had turned. Take this oppertunity now!

Jounouchi inched closer, making sure he was always within a few centemeters of the dark youth's body. "I said. That's exactly what I ment." He closed his eyes partway, made his lips more noticable and spoke softly. Playing with his new found stradegy while at the same time, admitting the feelings that were concealed inside him.
"I think about you all the time. I-I think I've fallen in love with you, Seto Kaiba..."

"That's enough, Katsuya. Whatever you're playing, I'm not falling for it," Kaiba snapped and shoved Jou aside before leaving the room with a huff.

The door opened and slammed shut. The room remained silent for a moment.

Jou let out an excentric laugh. Never before had he seen Kaiba so cornered so the outburst was to be expected.
Now instead of basking in the glory of his first battle with his love interesting, Jou decided to not let the game come to an end just yet. Taking out yet another sheet of paper and his pen, he scribbled down the first thing that came to mind and quickly shoved the note inside the dark youth's desk.

At last, he left the room for the first time.