The next part! (Chapter 2? Part 2?)
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The guy had been damn near unbeatable -- Jounouchi could grant him that. His chest heaved, lungs starved for air, and his vision darkened; he couldn't see through the blood flowing down the right side of his face, and was standing by the virtue of adrenaline alone, but he was victorious. Jounouchi felt himself wobble. He raised his hands in the air, triumphant, and the crowd roared.
It rang in Jounouchi's ears when his legs finally gave out.
#
It took him a few blinks to wake up and truly comprehend what he was seeing -- the hospital. Jounouchi groaned and shifted to test the various parts of his body. Definitely broken ribs, and it felt like every injury he's sustained in the past six months was highlighted and coming back for a reunion. His wrist was apparently broken, guessing by the cast.
A nurse came in, whistling to herself. Wetting his lips, Jounouchi asked, "How long have I been in?"
She started when he spoke, but straightened up immediately, "Only overnight, sir." Not long enough to be missed then; he could call his friends and keep them from trying to find him, good. "Your friend didn't seem to worried, but he's been waiting for you to wake up. If you're ready."
Ah, bless his manager; maybe he'd already done some damage control. "Sure, yeah, send him in." She nodded, checked his bedding and his bandages, added something amazing to his IV, and left without another word. Jounouchi was just feeling everything relax when the door opened again -- and he tensed right back up.
"You can take a hit," Kaiba said, his voice nearing complimentary as he took a seat in a provided chair. "Lesser men would have been down in the half time it took you to collapse."
Jounouchi shrugged. "What are you doing here? And -- did you bring me in here?"
"Yes, and the man you beat within an inch of his life happened to be a member of my staff." Kaiba crossed his arms and leaned back, examining Jounouchi without expression. "They believe he may be broken rather permanently."
"It's the risk you take down there," Jounouchi snapped. "We all know it, and I ain't paying damages or any stupid shit like that." But despite himself, despite all that indignant frustration and panic (they couldn't know about what he did, and Kaiba could tell them just to fuck with him), the medication was kicking in. He felt like he was being lowered into a warm hot bath.
"Hardly," Kaiba said. "But I find myself in need of a new bodyguard, and considered that you're the man who nearly killed him, I think with training you could be better suited for the job."
"I -- job?" Jounouchi tried to straighten up, but between the ribs and the medicated haze, he only winced and relaxed back into the bed. "I don't need the money," which was a lie -- he was mostly caught up on his dad's debts, but his dad kept making more now that bookies knew it was getting paid off, and he had to save if he was ever going to get the hell out. "And I don't know shit about being a bodyguard. What makes you think I won't just turn the other way when someone takes a shot?"
"It's true, relying on your integrity is a risk, but the men that come after me are professionals, and like I said: with training, I believe you would be more than ample against them. Of course, it's up to you." Kaiba stood and cracked his knuckles; he picked up a briefcase from beside the chair that Jounouchi hadn't noticed, and took some papers out of it. "Official terms and obligations, when you feel well enough to read. Consider this time in the hospital -- which I will cover, to show my seriousness in this matter -- a time to reflect on the idea. Paid training, a salary that better men have only dreamed of, and the opportunity to take some of that adrenaline out on men who truly deserve it."
And then Kaiba was gone, so quickly that Jounouchi would think he'd dreamt it if not the papers in his lap.
notes: super fighting fail! I've always been shitty at action/fighting scenes, and went, "Pfft, let's get my plot on!" I'm a big fan of the idea that Jounouchi keeps his streetfighting a secret from his friends (though god only knows if it's actually a well-kept secret), because I can't imagine that Yuugi + co would be okay with him putting himself at risk.
I also skimmed how Kaiba got there -- the colleague, who I like to imagine dragged him there to be like, "Look at what your bodyguard is doing for fun! Ahahahaha your help sucks."
I hope it doesn't suck;![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shirohime777, good luck! <3
The guy had been damn near unbeatable -- Jounouchi could grant him that. His chest heaved, lungs starved for air, and his vision darkened; he couldn't see through the blood flowing down the right side of his face, and was standing by the virtue of adrenaline alone, but he was victorious. Jounouchi felt himself wobble. He raised his hands in the air, triumphant, and the crowd roared.
It rang in Jounouchi's ears when his legs finally gave out.
#
It took him a few blinks to wake up and truly comprehend what he was seeing -- the hospital. Jounouchi groaned and shifted to test the various parts of his body. Definitely broken ribs, and it felt like every injury he's sustained in the past six months was highlighted and coming back for a reunion. His wrist was apparently broken, guessing by the cast.
A nurse came in, whistling to herself. Wetting his lips, Jounouchi asked, "How long have I been in?"
She started when he spoke, but straightened up immediately, "Only overnight, sir." Not long enough to be missed then; he could call his friends and keep them from trying to find him, good. "Your friend didn't seem to worried, but he's been waiting for you to wake up. If you're ready."
Ah, bless his manager; maybe he'd already done some damage control. "Sure, yeah, send him in." She nodded, checked his bedding and his bandages, added something amazing to his IV, and left without another word. Jounouchi was just feeling everything relax when the door opened again -- and he tensed right back up.
"You can take a hit," Kaiba said, his voice nearing complimentary as he took a seat in a provided chair. "Lesser men would have been down in the half time it took you to collapse."
Jounouchi shrugged. "What are you doing here? And -- did you bring me in here?"
"Yes, and the man you beat within an inch of his life happened to be a member of my staff." Kaiba crossed his arms and leaned back, examining Jounouchi without expression. "They believe he may be broken rather permanently."
"It's the risk you take down there," Jounouchi snapped. "We all know it, and I ain't paying damages or any stupid shit like that." But despite himself, despite all that indignant frustration and panic (they couldn't know about what he did, and Kaiba could tell them just to fuck with him), the medication was kicking in. He felt like he was being lowered into a warm hot bath.
"Hardly," Kaiba said. "But I find myself in need of a new bodyguard, and considered that you're the man who nearly killed him, I think with training you could be better suited for the job."
"I -- job?" Jounouchi tried to straighten up, but between the ribs and the medicated haze, he only winced and relaxed back into the bed. "I don't need the money," which was a lie -- he was mostly caught up on his dad's debts, but his dad kept making more now that bookies knew it was getting paid off, and he had to save if he was ever going to get the hell out. "And I don't know shit about being a bodyguard. What makes you think I won't just turn the other way when someone takes a shot?"
"It's true, relying on your integrity is a risk, but the men that come after me are professionals, and like I said: with training, I believe you would be more than ample against them. Of course, it's up to you." Kaiba stood and cracked his knuckles; he picked up a briefcase from beside the chair that Jounouchi hadn't noticed, and took some papers out of it. "Official terms and obligations, when you feel well enough to read. Consider this time in the hospital -- which I will cover, to show my seriousness in this matter -- a time to reflect on the idea. Paid training, a salary that better men have only dreamed of, and the opportunity to take some of that adrenaline out on men who truly deserve it."
And then Kaiba was gone, so quickly that Jounouchi would think he'd dreamt it if not the papers in his lap.
notes: super fighting fail! I've always been shitty at action/fighting scenes, and went, "Pfft, let's get my plot on!" I'm a big fan of the idea that Jounouchi keeps his streetfighting a secret from his friends (though god only knows if it's actually a well-kept secret), because I can't imagine that Yuugi + co would be okay with him putting himself at risk.
I also skimmed how Kaiba got there -- the colleague, who I like to imagine dragged him there to be like, "Look at what your bodyguard is doing for fun! Ahahahaha your help sucks."
I hope it doesn't suck;
shirohime777, good luck! <3
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