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Not today Justin
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@ofhardknoxxx
❛ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 ,
independent canon - divergent KATSUYA JONOUCHI of YU-GI-OH ! Duel Monsters ; post - DSOD portrayal , dark & mature themes ahead ⸻ 21 + preferred
⸻ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 ! ❜
( 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 ✖ 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 ✖ 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐍 )
est. 2022 by TESTAMENT
Quarrel?Fight? Or……?
i adore jou, but i've been itching to write on ryo for a while now. i'll hop on him later after my appointment and errands.
Do you even know what Alchemy is?
❛ Ain't it that shit where scientists tried to turn lead into GOLD ? Yeah, heard somethin' about that in some old tale. But given how magic and science mingle ⸺ I guess it's true in their case. ❜
When are you and that handsome rich boy going out again?
❛ An' when are you Agent Gray-faces gonna catch a hint ? ❜
"Have you ever met an alchemist before?"
❛ Magicians, alchemists, witches, you name it ⸺ but I gotta let you know, they ain't pushovers, neither. RED-EYES BLACK DRAGOON is as unsettling as he appears. ❜
I associate sunflowers (loyalty, devotion, good luck and happiness) with Jonouchi and tiger lilies (good luck, confidence and pride) with Otogi
There is little I won't do. I'm not like you. It's how I'm built, it's how I'm wired. I am remote, I am desired. I am something other than a common man. No, I'm not a common man.
Indie, canon-divergent Seto Kaiba from Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Dub based with influences from original series and manga)
Multi-verse/ship/crossover friendly & intended for 21+
Established since 2012 (revamped in 2018) by Hailee (she/her, 30+, EU friend)
⚡︎ : DISHARMON-E : ( n. ) the lack of harmony ; discord.
Independent and canon-divergent portrayal of Yang Cheng ⸻ the new E-SOUL, from Donghua series : To Be Hero X. The study of past and conviction and the strive to embrace one's true self.
( vowed by TESTAMENT ⸻ 30+ ) ⚡︎ : BIOGRAPHY : RULES : HEADCANONS : VERSES : ⚡︎
Yuugi may have the punk aesthetic down but Jonouchi is punk through and through
song: PUNK TACTICS by Joey Valence & Brae
@sassyshithead09 asked for a Jonouchi edit and season 0 was the only correct answer here
credit to @romanceddawn for the s0 wishship scenepack!!
[txt] Well if that's the standards nowadays, you must be the one to tell Mokuba about that. I've been doing it for years, but all I've gotten was "Seto, this is unhealthy."
A joke over text? Between educated words from Jonouchi and the joke of Kaiba, Hell may have frozen over in the middle of the night. Or they may have winded up in some alternate universe or in the Shadow Realm. Something along the lines of it wouldn't be the first time and certainly won't be the last.
[txt] Whatever helps you sleep at night if it helps to call my job "hacking" or some other appropriate term.
The smirk lingered on his lips with a glance to the computer. 95% complete. And yet why did it feel like he wasn't going to go to sleep after it was already said and done? He wouldn't of course. He is Seto Kaiba and that pretty much makes him have an automatic 20 and a half steps night routine.
[txt] Adequate use of the word immaculate. I wasn't aware you enhanced some of your vocabulary and are now, as you have told me some time ago, some grade-a nerd.
𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒, 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍, the Yankee responds to the text with relative ease. From his point of view, he admittedly would have to agree with Mokuba ⸺ it wasn't a healthy practice ( at least by Kaiba's standards ); staying up and doing work was far more exhausting than just having fun. He's even heard somewhere that graveyard shifts reduces the life expectancy of people by 10%. He's not sure how much of that was true based on statistics ⸺ those graphs always made his head hurt.
[ TXT ] : How about stayin' up and watching a movie with the kid ? Maybe on a weekend so no one complains.
Not that Kaiba had anyone in life who made rules for him now that he was an adult. But for Mokuba's case, it would serve as an opportunity to BOND over something non-work-related. And then an idea popped into his head.
[ TXT ] : Or maybe we can do a video share ? i have a whole collection of Godzilla films, and you can tell me how much you think some of these Duel Monsters remind you of the Kaiju ?
Now that the thought's there : has Kaiba ever stepped in a movie theater before ⸺ without renting the whole place to himself ? That would eliminate the excitement of it all. Maybe a video share would be a cool first step for them. After all, he's been more TOLERANT of Burger World. Hanging out with the crew would make the experience more enjoyable.
He'll look into it.
[ TXT ] : Now, Now. Don't gloss over my ever-growin' vocabulary. It just looks better on me.
Jou lost track of how long they've been talking, immersed in chips, soda, and texting. It brought him back to days he would do so with Honda and Yugi during their high school days. How time flies.
[ TXT ] : Say, Kaiba ...
There's about a minute-long pause after this text.
[ TXT ] : Would you call us somethin' like friends ?
His eyes narrowed at the first text. Now while he and Jonouchi aren't...well...the proper term of what exactly they are is to be determined. Kaiba has mentally gotten used to calling him an associate of sorts. After all with their routines and their messaging chains, surely that was the best title and there wasn't a need or a want for more. Kaiba will tell himself the latter whenever he does turn in for the evening.
[txt] You are staying up the whole night? Just for the "fun" of it?
He breathed out a huff, nearing to a laugh. The sound echoed in the silence of his micro-lab of his penthouse and he paused with a breath to listen to see if Mokuba may have heard it. He breathed out when he didn't disturb his little brother.
[draft: txt] Leave it to you for making me laugh at this hour. -- delete? yes.
[txt] Leave it to you to text me at an ungodly hour in the morning to ask for Red-Eyes support. It isn't "creeping up some new Duel Monsters cards". It is a mainframe update for the Duel Disk satellites. The servers suddenly went down midday today and have been down since. Not that someone hacked it again or what have you. Just that it couldn't render the updates needed.
[txt] I am more or less surprised you didn't hear my scream over it across Domino.
𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍, 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒. He and Kaiba ⸺ talking casually ? The thought alone felt unheard of. Yet ironically, he feels some sense of ease during the exchange ... like he could be himself without judgment ( or perhaps because he was used to Kaiba being one to likely judge ). Whatever the case was, it felt more like normalcy than it did oppressive.
[ TXT ] : Yeah, all the cool kids stay up past bedtime, doin' fun stuff.
He glimpsed at his surroundings : an open bag of seaweed chips, a can of cola and a mini tower of Ultraman comics arranged around the snacks on a kotatsu. To him, it was fun; he planned to read everything before plunging into a series binge ⸺ with no regard for getting any winks. Living his best life, being young and RECKLESS. Kaiba probably never indulged in such things unless they held some intellectual or educational value. He should really get some more hobbies.
[ TXT ] : I dunno ... sounds like hackin' to me.
He teased a response, stifling a chuckle ⸺ nearly imagining the face the other wore at his dismissive response. Jonouchi knew better than anyone how any form of machine or tech needed maintenance. While he excelled better in the hardware department of things, the software aspect flew straight over his head.
[ TXT ] : Jk, jk. Just try and rest every now and then. Maybe if you got some shut-eye every now and then, you wouldn't be dealin' with system crashes, mister immaculate.
Whenever Jonouchi used some educated word, it felt as if Hell froze over. Contrary to his street-smarts in most cases, those comics really were his GATEWAY to a higher vocabulary.
LEMME HAVE THIS *clutches ship* @visvivae @fortuniis
I need to makeup with him properly.
Otogi knew lately he’d been a horrible partner. His jealousy and inferiority had blinded him of what was important to him. Jonouchi always fought for their relationship despite all his insecurities, he stayed. He reassured him. But what have he done in return aside from make him doubt himself. Doubt their relationship. A sigh left his lips, he knocked on the door of the yankee. His expression filled with remorse as he waited to face him. The moment, he say he face, he tried his best not let his emotions get the better of him.
❝Katsuya, I’ve been such an asshole lately. It wasn’t your fault. But I guess I’m still feel too inferior to Kaiba and seeing how you two get along. I’m afraid that you might find him better than me. I mean he’s rich, he got power, and well, I guess you find something about that poor fashion and dull hair cut of his. So I felt in comparison, I got nothing to offer you. ❞
It took so much power for him not break down in tears. He never cried. And he shouldn’t. Even though, Jonouchi cried for him. What right would he have if he done the same?
❝I hope you can forgive me and give me another chance to make it up to you…❞ He took his hand, intertwined his fingers with his. ❝ I’m sorry. And I do what I can to not hurt you anymore. ❞
𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒 ⸺ so he simply distracted himself with work. More odd jobs, more time outside the apartment they shared. The consistent fighting and back-and-forth had come to a point where he mentally checked out. It festered foul memories that dated back to his youth and ultimately back to when his family fell apart. Many times he felt tempted to choose the BOTTLE over reality, but the voice inside him ( struggling to keep his head above water ) screamed :
I don't wanna be like him ! I ain't gonna be anythin' like him !
It took everything in him not to ball his fist and strike whatever he could to numb out the voices. He found himself retreating for minutes to hours in the bathroom, sobbing beneath the running faucet ⸺ so that he wouldn't be heard.
I wanna be strong ⸺ I have to be !
Chewing on his lip, he seethed, head pressed against the ivory sink. He hated everything as it stands ... everything that he caused. But he couldn't take his feelings beyond the door. He couldn't bring his emotional baggage along when he clocked in to work. Cleaning his face and combing a hand through his hair so that he could make himself appear like something presentable, he takes a breather and opens the bathroom door.
There's no expectation he'd speak with Otogi again today. They haven't been speaking for quite some time. He didn't want to push anything nor add any fuel to the fire they've sparked. Making it down the hall, he reached for his denim jacket off the clothing rack and swooped his wallet off the shelf. Just as he's ready to escape his world of troubles, he's confronted by it.
He turns to face the owner of the voice, dejected ... shrunken. Looking him in the eye was more hurtful than it was attentive. By now, he expected the Harlequin reach his limit and was finally ready to express he was sick of him. But, the words that escaped Otogi was opposite of that; it sounds reflective ... heartfelt. As he listened, bewilderment was replaced with concern by the origin of these words.
Otogi was wealthy ( wealthier than the rest of their crew ); he was sharp-minded and handsome beyond his faintest comprehension. There are many things Jonouchi was jealous of Otogi over, so he couldn't fathom why he'd waste so much time and effort believing he couldn't amount to anything less than the best.
He certainly could have done better than choose a guy like him ... rowdy, ill-mannered, spontaneous ...
He couldn't accept this.
❛ No, ❜ spoke the blond, taking a reluctant step forward. ❛ None of dis is your fault. We both have our issues, and I think we should probably talk 'em over if we plan to move past this. ❜
Of course he forgave him. He loved him more than the air he breathed. To better control his impulses of grabbing the other and pulling him into an embrace, he merely opened his arms ⸺ giving the other the option of CHOICE. If he wasn't ready just yet, that was fine. At least their words were heard. And if he did accept his embrace, he'd seal it with a kiss to the brow and a promise :
❛ I'll be home early, and we can do somethin' nice for your birthday comin' up. ❜
Even if it's just breaking out the old DVD collection, popping some popcorn and sharing a blanket ⸺ it's his comfort that counts.
He stares at the text messages longer than he really should have. Sapphire eyes stared at the screen that he, at any earlier point in his life, would have thrown across the room over the messages being sent and especially over who it is.
This was absolutely ridiculous.
[txt] You're awake at this hour just like I am. Unlike myself, I can place a fair amount of money on the fact that you are not waiting for an update to be finalised.
His eyes went to the monitor reading 90% complete before back to his phone.
[txt] It's an estimation of fifteen minutes.
He went back and forth with a third message. Typing and erasing and re-typing. It looked like the CEO was writing some form of War and Peace by the time a few words were sent to the blond.
[txt] Are you going to stay up until then?
𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝟑𝐀𝐌; Jonouchi glowers at the response ⸺ pondering up some witty comebacks, like, 15 minutes for an update ? dial-up is dead, man. But he refrained, since he wasn't exactly technologically inclined to be tossing out such jokes; that would be intellectual SUICIDE.
[ TXT ] : Yeah, I'm stayin' up. No real reason to sleep.
A small white lie on his end. He had tried, but was restless. It wasn't exactly issues he could confide in the other ( he didn't believe even Yuugi could help in this area ), so he forced himself to trek that path alone. They could talk about that some other time.
More importantly ...
[ TXT ] : it you're creepin' up some new duel monsters cards, how about givin' some more red-eyes support, eh ?
[TXT] : i told you not to do that. ( Jou nagging Kaiba about staying up all night working maybe ? )
[txt] What are you going to do? Stop me?
[txt] Don’t answer that.
[txt] Shouldn’t you be asleep by now as well?
𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐍𝐔𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍, bewildered as to how a person could be so adamant about lack of sleep. Sure, he may be in the process of getting some work done, but at what cost ? If the guy is sick and dead at his desk ⸺ what's the point ?
[ TXT ] : if you don't shut those peepers, i'm gonna head over there and ⸺
He reads the next response. A pause. Hand scrolling over his previous message : delete.
Admittedly, the Yankee had been awake for hours on end, thinking about some of the events that carried on in his life. The year had been rough for him in terms of dueling and maintaining some type of normalcy. He feels called out for caring ⸺ HYPOCRITICAL for being wide-eyed all the same.
[ TXT ] : This ain't about me. [ TXT ] : Go to bed, already.
I NEED HIM SO BAD
