FLASH FIC – 500 words
AUTHOR: Lythande ( setosgirl0 / neferseti0 / Ankh Ascendant )
FANDOM: Yuu Yuu Hakusho
DISCLAIMER: I don't own YGO, or make any money from it.
PAIRINGS: Jounouchi x Honda
TYPE: Violent romance
SUMMARY: Jounouchi and Honda have a small but intense glitch in their relationship.
NOTES: Writing prompt of 'wrath' .com/archives/77. This was going to be longer, but I decided it stands better without a lemon or more explanation. Also, I know, the title sucks. :l
Hiroto hit the wall with an unconscious 'oof' and grabbed onto the blond's coat sleeves before he could be slammed into it again. "Cool it, Jounouchi!"
"Yer really gonna say that?"
He managed to raise one arm between his face and the oncoming fist; his arm went a little numb from the point of impact down. "Yeah, I'm saying it!" he said, and managed to shove his friend off of him enough to escape the wall. "It's not a big deal, so cool it!"
"No big deal?" The look of rage that came over his friend-foe's face was impressive, and sent him sliding further out of his reach. "Ma liddle sista ya muthafukken pervert bitch...!" Jounouchi's accent always got thicker when he was stressed; at this rate he'd be unintelligible soon. Unless he killed him first in his rage, anyway.
"I wouldn't do anything!" He ducked and dodged another fist. He'd admit it, he was on the run; in a blind rage, Jounouchi could take him, and he was smart enough to admit it. If he could wear him out and talk him down...
He thought he was doing good when he managed to evade his reach and not get punched again, but it only lasted until he was kicked in the chest. Then the stomach. His heart missed a couple beats, and he hit his knees while he gasped for air. There didn't seem to be any... His lungs weren't working right either.
Jounouchi kicked him in the gut again. "Ya know that aint why..." He looked down at him while Hiroto curled up to protect his stomach. The blond's hands were clenched into trembling fists, and his expression was a strange mix of rage, pain, and betrayed accusation. His eyes were uncommonly bright.
With a heavy cough Hiroto finally managed to draw air again. It hurt, but it was bliss just to breathe.
Before Jounouchi could go back to attacking him again, he grabbed his leg and yanked him off balance. His friend crashed to the ground beside him and he fought to pin him down before he could get his wits about him again, and keep on breathing at the same time. It was an inelegent scuffle, really they were just wrestling around in the dirt, but he managed to get himself half on top of him and grab hold of his jacket so that he would stay put.
They were both breathing hard, although he was still panting more than Jounouchi. "You know she's not who I want," he said in between his breaths, looking down into his face.
The blond stared defiantly back up at him, still pissed off, still visibly struggling with tears. For a moment they just stared at each other, both refusing to look away.
Then Jounouchi leaned up, grabbing the short hair at the back of his head, and crushed their mouths together.
It was just as inelegant as their scuffle on the ground, but so much better.