Disclaimer: I do not own yugioh.
Date: April 12, 2009
Jounouchi took another bite.
The food was delicious, that was certain. It had been expertly prepared, seasoned perfectly and not a single person at the table, not even Kaiba, could find anything to complain about. Jounouchi appreciated good food; he could even appreciate bad food on occasion – it was food, after all, and Jounouchi really wasn't picky.
But he wasn't eating because he was enjoying the meal. No, he was eating in that same, continuous stream because he knew that if his mouth wasn't occupied he knew that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from going off like he so desperately wanted to do.
Yugi had planned the whole thing out. They'd all been busy and it had been months since they'd been able to gather together like they always used to during high school. So he'd called everyone (even Kaiba), made the reservations and now that they were in the restaurant, kept the conversation fast and lively.
Everyone was having a good time.
Jounouchi had been having a good time, as well. He wasn't pleased that Kaiba was there – their mutual dislike had lessened over time but it had never completely faded - but he wasn't going to make a scene. Until, of course, he saw something that made his dislike for Kaiba sky-rocket straight back to full-blown hatred. He had leaned in – he was sitting next to Anzu, and though Yugi said something occasionally she was really the only one talking to him. And, his mouth only a few inches away from her ear, he had whispered something that made the poor young woman flush and put up a hand to hide her smile.
She looked radiant, the deep emerald gown warm and soft against her pale skin, and her hair pulled back at the nape of her neck. And though Jounouchi hadn't been happy that Kaiba had said something to her that had embarrassed her, he guessed that Kaiba had probably just noticed how good she looked and had said something inappropriate. As long as Anzu hadn't minded, though, he wasn't going to make a scene.
Until, of course, Kaiba's left hand – long-fingered and very feminine, Jounouchi had always thought – reached surreptitiously over to Anzu's place setting and had gently squeezed her hand.
Jounouchi had nearly shot out of his chair then, but knowing had hard Yugi had worked at it all, he forced himself to remain in his seat, instead forcing more food into his already full mouth to keep from shouting.
"Hey, slow down," Honda said quietly. "I don't think it's going to get off the plate and walk away."
He'd only glared at his friend before turning his eyes back to Kaiba and Anzu. They appeared to be ignoring each other, looking down at their respective plates and eating quietly. But Kaiba's left hand was gone, and Anzu's face was red. She looked like some sort of Christmas decoration with her dark, cherry-tinted cheeks and the soft green of her dress.
"Thank you again for coming, Kaiba," Yugi said suddenly, shooting Jounouchi a semi-apologetic glance across the table.
"Hmm. It wasn't an imposition," Kaiba replied haughtily. "I had some free time."
Anzu's eyes shot to his for half a moment, a small smile playing at her lips. Kaiba just raised an eyebrow, clearly suppressing a smile of his own.
And just kept eating.
-Author Note: This one has been done for awhile, too! Bah - I guess I'm just off my game. Heh. Anyway, this is the last of the green fics, so now it's tiime for blue! Yay. Thanks for reading, everyone - reviews are always appreciated!