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kj_roundrobin*cries* What am I going to do!? Everyone has been so awesome, and I’m left with a cliffhanger to tie up …
Oh, I hope that I don’t destroy anything too badly. I’m sorry. Very, very sorry.
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The pharaoh turned, regarding Jono – his exposed wrists in particular – with disbelief. “You disobeyed Seth?”
Why was he doing this?!
The priest deserved it. He had done such things to Jono that the slave would never wish on anyone else; he should be gleeful at the chance of Seth’s punishment.
What, was he some sort of masochist? If Atemu believed Jono, then wouldn’t everything just go back to the way it had been before?
Jono, without realizing that he was until it had happened, nodded. “I – I was … I …”
The priest took over smoothly, never once meeting Jono’s eye. “He attempted to sabotage this potion-“ he gestured at the bottle- “while I was absent from the room. He could have damaged himself, or anyone the potion would have been administered to, severely.”
“I see.” Atemu’s eyes narrowed. He turned to Jono. “Take off your clothes.”
Oh, gods, no.
Seth began to protest. “Pharaoh-“
“Jono,” said Atemu softly, kindly, “take off your clothes now.”
He had no choice.
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Seto blanched, drawing away from Jou with the trepidation of a child that has just broken his mother’s most precious lamp. He had never, in his memory, seen the mutt cry.
It was frightening.
What should he do? What could he do?
He had walked in on something terribly wrong, and then made it worse.
Jou was rubbing at his eyes now, and Seto could tell that he was painfully embarrassed. Perhaps he wanted to die; perhaps he wanted to retreat into the bowels of the earth and never return. It wouldn’t help, though. Kaiba had seen what he had seen.
And what he had seen…
“Do something,” he said to Jou. “This isn’t like you.” At least zip your pants,he added mentally.
“B-bastard…” mumbled Jounouchi. “What the hell was that for? What do you mean, ‘him’?”
“What?”
“Who exactly am I…” Jou glared into Seto’s eyes. “Who am I supposed to taste like, huh?”
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Makikoigami! You’re up! I hope that you can improve on my sad bit.
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Oh, I hope that I don’t destroy anything too badly. I’m sorry. Very, very sorry.
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The pharaoh turned, regarding Jono – his exposed wrists in particular – with disbelief. “You disobeyed Seth?”
Why was he doing this?!
The priest deserved it. He had done such things to Jono that the slave would never wish on anyone else; he should be gleeful at the chance of Seth’s punishment.
What, was he some sort of masochist? If Atemu believed Jono, then wouldn’t everything just go back to the way it had been before?
Jono, without realizing that he was until it had happened, nodded. “I – I was … I …”
The priest took over smoothly, never once meeting Jono’s eye. “He attempted to sabotage this potion-“ he gestured at the bottle- “while I was absent from the room. He could have damaged himself, or anyone the potion would have been administered to, severely.”
“I see.” Atemu’s eyes narrowed. He turned to Jono. “Take off your clothes.”
Oh, gods, no.
Seth began to protest. “Pharaoh-“
“Jono,” said Atemu softly, kindly, “take off your clothes now.”
He had no choice.
-
Seto blanched, drawing away from Jou with the trepidation of a child that has just broken his mother’s most precious lamp. He had never, in his memory, seen the mutt cry.
It was frightening.
What should he do? What could he do?
He had walked in on something terribly wrong, and then made it worse.
Jou was rubbing at his eyes now, and Seto could tell that he was painfully embarrassed. Perhaps he wanted to die; perhaps he wanted to retreat into the bowels of the earth and never return. It wouldn’t help, though. Kaiba had seen what he had seen.
And what he had seen…
“Do something,” he said to Jou. “This isn’t like you.” At least zip your pants,he added mentally.
“B-bastard…” mumbled Jounouchi. “What the hell was that for? What do you mean, ‘him’?”
“What?”
“Who exactly am I…” Jou glared into Seto’s eyes. “Who am I supposed to taste like, huh?”
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Makikoigami! You’re up! I hope that you can improve on my sad bit.
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Date: 2004-09-11 09:34 pm (UTC)Ahh... Kaiba. ^^ <3
Ahem.
But yeah. Nice addition and I appreciate the fact you wrote it quickly even more. =B~~~
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Date: 2004-09-12 05:42 am (UTC)I'm glad that, hopefully, Atemu isn't going to be fooled easily.
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Date: 2004-09-12 01:44 pm (UTC)I liked it! good work. ^^v
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Date: 2004-09-14 03:28 pm (UTC)Okay. I just came back on line today. So... I have like... 10 days? to complete my next part, right? Okay. Now let's get a plot. *goes to bed, thinking*
Guess my other (GERMAN) story has to wait a bit...
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Date: 2004-09-16 01:48 pm (UTC)