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Disclaimer- Vacant Reflections does not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
The bar
Seto Kaiba slumped back on a comfortable chair whilst gracefully placing his briefcase and his overcoat on the floor. One hand rubbed his temple and the other tugged his tie loose, with a weary sigh ran his fingers through his now tousled hair. It had been a long week, not only long, but he’d had he most terrible headache all week. Thus, he’d had a terrible temper to match. He’d fired four employees today alone. He was glad it was finally Friday; Mokuba was on a school trip for a week, so Seto was able to relax for a while.
He thanked the lord for this blessing.
“Whisky on the rocks.” He breathed out, his strong, baritone, smooth voice came out irritable and husky. He stared at the dark oak of the bar in thought. The bar tender that was cleaning a glass with a cloth raised an eyebrow before placing the glass on the counter.
“What, no please?”
Seto groaned inwardly. The last thing he wanted was some punky smartass giving his trouble.
“Look, just get the drink; it’s what you’re getting paid for.” The bartender smirked, ‘Not changed at all Kaiba.’ The bartender poured the beverage into the glass skilfully, whilst winking playfully at another customer.
“Tough day?” Seto snorted, his stunning cerulean eyes trained on the glass placed in front of him.
“Tough life, more like,” he replied bitterly. The bar tender laughed softly at this. In return, the brunette gave a cynical smirk. He took his drink back and slammed the glass down on the table.
“It can’t have been that bad. We go through some shit, we somehow manage to crawl out of the hellhole we thought we were trapped in, we move on. It makes us stronger, and no matter who we are, we have something to look back on and smile about it, even for the worst of situations. Another one?”
Seto blinked and nodded.
“Yes, please.” The blonde bartender smiled at the ‘please’ added on hastily.
“You don’t talk much.” Seto smirked and took the drink offered.
“So I’ve heard.” The blonde smiled softly and went to another customer, giving him the drink and a flirtatious wink. Seto smirked, a smirk that soon turned into a small smile graced his face as he realised his headache had finally disappeared.
The wonders of alcohol.
Seto looked up at the bartender, fully intending to order another drink. However, he paused in shock.
“Jou?” The blonde turned round with a grin.
“Kaiba.”
“I did.” Seto frowned, unhappy with Jou’s answer.
Jou and Seto sat on a bench of a currently vacant park. The night was cold enough to be able to see their breath. Jou cuddled to himself and popped a piece of doughnut into his mouth. He munched on it happily, looking up at the blanket of stars with an almost rueful smile. Seto looked at the blonde in scrutiny. He was different. Very much so, his face seemed... harder than before. Seto had always remembered that Jou had something that looked somewhat soft to him. It was strange to see his eyes so guarded, especially since they were so carefree and open before.
What had happened him?
‘We all go through some shit, we somehow manage to crawl out of the hellhole we thought we were trapped in, we move on. It makes us stronger,’
Seto sighed as he realised the relevance of that comment. Jou blinked and looked at Seto with a confused tilt of his head.
“What?” Seto shook his head with a minuscule smile.
“You just seem… different somehow.” Jou looked at his hands.
“I am.” Seto opened his mouth to question more but was abruptly cut off. “My dad’s dead.” He said shortly. “I came back for his funeral last week; I decided to stick around here for a while. I work at Zane’s for extra cash.” Seto frowned.
“You don’t seem to be too bothered about his death.” Jou smiled remorsefully.
“I suppose I should be. I guess I was a little bit when I found out. But to be honest, I was happier about seeing Shizuka again than I was mourning about my father.” Jou paused, and Seto stared, he had always figured Jou to be in touch with himself, but it seemed he was more lost than Seto was. Jou seemed to notice the confusion that was stirring up in Seto. “You misunderstand me, I’d lost my father a long time ago, it was about the time he favoured the bottle more that his son. How can I feel remorse about this man’s death? I didn’t know him, my dad died years ago.” Seto shifted in his seat uncomfortably, Jou chuckled. “Does my openness of is death alarm you?”
Seto shook his head.
“No, you should know it takes a lot to ruffle my feathers, I just would never have thought that you could change so much.”
“Seto you don’t fool me, everyone is unnerved by death. Those who don’t, have no real concept of the importance of life.” Seto frowned; since when did Jou get so philosophical?
A comfortable silence ensued.
“I can’t believe we’re getting on, like civil people. I half expected you to be making some ‘mutt’ wisecrack, or me trying to throttle you.” Seto chuckled, and Jou smiled softly.
“Do you want me to call you a mutt?” Seto asked sceptically. Jou grinned.
“As much as I love being compared to a flea ridden creature, I’ll pass.” Seto reached for a doughnut. “Besides, I don’t think I’m in the mood to retaliate right now anyway.”
“Let’s go for a drink.” Jou looked up at Seto with a small smile.
“Sure.”
His pillow groaned.
Jou’s head snapped round quicker that he thought humanly possible, there lay a very bare chested Seto Kaiba, his chestnut brown hair flopped over his face. With a look of panic Jou looked round the room and was pleasantly surprised when he realised both he and Seto were wearing their boxers. He searched through his memories of last night and soon realised that he had gotten himself drunk. Really drunk. He couldn’t walk properly; Seto walked him to his car and took him to his house.
Why were they in the same bed then? There had to be dozens of rooms in his house.
Jou smiled, he had literally passed out on top of Seto. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment at the realisation.
“Morning, I see you’re sober.”
Jou flushed once more,
“Oh, hush now.”
Seto grunted at sat up. He smirked,
“I think I need to buy you a leash then next time I go anywhere with you, pup. I literally had to walk you home.”
Jou’s cheeks burned in anger.
No matter what it seemed to anyone else, Jou and Seto were good friends, they knew each other better than anyone else did. They had a connection, and fondness of each other that would never be broken.
But they weren’t lovers; they didn’t want to be lovers.
“You can take your god damned leash and stick it up your arse!”
Not yet anyway.
So, what do you think?
Zane’s is the bar that Jou was working in
And in case you didn’t realise, the page breaks represent scene skips!
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