[YGO] Guard Dog ~ Scars
Second half needs some cleaning, but we got ficcage done! Yay!
Takes place before the Mai Scene, before the Paid scene.
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"Ohhhhhhh...." Jounouchi let out a sigh of completely orgasmic bliss as he trembled slightly. "Nggh... Oh yeah, riiiiiight there... -Harder-... Oooooohhhh..."
"Dammit, where's my video recorder?" Mokuba demanded, the music from game he was playing with Yuugi suddenly cutting out as the game was put on pause. "If this isn't blackmail material, I don't know what is. Noa, can you record any audio?"
"Sorry." Noa apologised from over by Mokuba. He didn't sound overly sorry, however.
Jounouchi briefly debated flipping Mokuba the bird, but that meant moving his arms that his head was resting on. Mai shifted above him, hitting another sensitive spot and ooooh, that was good. That was all sorts of kinds of greatness. "Nghhhhhh..." Mai chuckled wickedly in return. Evil -evil- woman. "Marry me?" He groaned.
"'Niichan!" Shizuka scolded from her spot on the couch. She sounded more amused than stricken however.
"It's all right, I get that a lot." Mai was entirely too pleased with herself. "A good massage will open more doors than sex will."
"I'll believe that." Jounouchi gasped as something slid into place with an audible pop. There was a brief spike of pain-pleasure before the muscles relaxed. "Ugghhh..." Yuugi laughed softly in the background.
"Can you teach me?" Shizuka asked. "It looks interesting."
"Oh, yeah." Mai agreed tiredly, running her hands across Jounouchi's back, feeling for more muscle tension. "I'll need one after this if you don't mind practising on me." Somehow Mai managed to turn it into a lewd suggestion, but at the moment Jounouchi was beyond caring, he was just a happy lump of melted ooze. Even his -tail- felt good.
"Sign me up too." He muttered. "Right after this nap..."
"Nap good." Mai agreed, patting him on the back, then rolled off of his legs, tugging his sleep pants up so they weren't dipping down so indecently. "Oh, my legs are asleep. Someone give me a hand..."
He heard Yuugi's soft steps as the spiky haired duellist walked over and helped Mai stand up. There was a soft thump from the couch and Shizuka's soft laugh. He drifted off as Mai started to instruct Shizuka on giving her a leg massage, getting the blood back into her legs after kneeling over Jounouchi so long. He almost felt bad about it, but he couldn't find it in himself at the moment to do something about it.
When he rose to consciousness again, he found Yuugi stretched out next to him, looking like a melted kitten as Noa and Mokuba worked on Yuugi's back, laughing quietly as they did so. Yuugi was making similarly embarrassing sounds to the ones he had made. Mai gave the duo occasional instructions as she carded her fingers through Shizuka's hair. Shizuka was draped across Mai's lap, a peaceful expression on her face as she watched them.
"I see sleeping beauty is awake." Mai smirked.
He grunted intelligently as he stretched, feeling slightly sore and vaguely buzzed. He rolled his shoulders, then twisted from side to side, feeling things popping back into place. "Ooh... yeah." He rolled his head around, his neck making crackling sounds as he did so. "Owe you big time, Mai."
"Just put it on my tab." Mai airily waved it off with a grin. He grinned back, climbing to his feet and doing a few basic stretches, luxuriating in the feel of muscles and tendons moving freely without pain. They didn't keep track of how many times they owed each other. After a while, it just all evened out.
"Teach me how ta do that?" He requested, stretching his arms out. "Anythin' that feels that good hasta be shared."
Mai chuckled softly. "I'm afraid we're all out of practise partners." She apologised, leaning her head against the couch soft back. She looked relaxed, almost to the point of sleepy.
"We've all taken turns being practise dummies. Yuugi's the last one." Mokuba explained. "You've been out of it for a while."
"I think you needed it." Noa nodded in agreement, looking both amused and pleased. Jounouchi felt somewhat abashed for drifting off like that, usually he was much more aware, even while sleeping. Noa smiled at him reassuringly. "Don't worry. We would have woken you up if something came up."
"Thanks." He smiled back, rubbing the back of his head. Some body guard he was. But still, the nap and the massage had felt damn good, so he couldn't feel too bad about it.
"He can practise on me." Kaiba's quiet voice startled everyone, even making Yuugi jump slightly. The businessman had settled himself off in a corner when they'd first come in from duelling after breakfast, silently reading a book. Jounouchi hadn't heard him make a sound after that, except for the occasional rustle of a page. Apparently everyone had forgotten his presence, which knowing Ol' Blue Eyes, was what he had intended.
Mai was the first one to recover. "It's easier with your shirt off." She commented, striving for and not quite getting nonchalant.
"That's fine." Kaiba removed the robe he'd been wearing over his pyjamas. That was draped over a chair, then he unbuttoned the pyjama top, folding that over the robe. He still had his black arm bracers on, looking strangely incongruent with the rumbled pyjama pants. "Is there anywhere in particular I should lay down?"
Mokuba was watching his brother with obvious surprise in his eyes, but pointed next to Yuugi, where Jounouchi had been laying down. "There works. Need a pillow?"
"I'll be fine." Kaiba said calmly, walking over and laying on his belly on the soft carpet, resting his head on his folded arms. Jounouchi glanced over at Mai. Mai looked back and shrugged, spreading one hand wide to signal her lack of understanding. No help from that quarter then.
But then that was usually how it was with Ol' Blue Eyes. If he wasn't being absolutely hair-ripping infuriating by being a stubborn bastard, he was doing something unpredictable to knock you off balance.
Jounouchi shrugged back, then knelt down next to Kaiba. Mokuba gave him a small smile and nodded, silently offering cautious encouragement. Jounouchi gave him a small smile back, took a small meditative breath and reached out, running his fingers down Kaiba's bare back. Kaiba shivered slightly, muscles tensing and relaxing under his tentative touch. It was almost funny; despite his cool act, Kaiba was probably as nervous as Jounouchi was.
Kaiba's back was broad, small dips and valleys formed by well formed muscle all across it. But to Jounouchi's surprise, the skin wasn't as smooth as it looked up on first glance, it was almost covered by criss-crossing long thin scars. They weren't that visible unless he actively sought them out and looked for them, but they were definitely there. No wonder he had missed it when they'd sparred shirtless in Vegas.
But it sort of explained why Ol' Blue Eyes didn't like going around without being covered up. Probably didn't want the questions. the possible revulsion or the pity. He noticed Mokuba watching him with concern and smiled at him, hoping to reassure the younger Kaiba. He wasn't going to freak out at the this little unravelling of the tangled mystery that was Kaiba Seto. So Kaiba wasn't perfect. Big deal, he already knew that.
"So, Mai." He grinned, relaxing slightly as he realised that he had all this lovely bare skin there to explore and complete permission to touch. "What's the best way to start a massage?"
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Seto shivered slightly as Jounouchi's warm fingers trailed along his back, tracing a scar by touch more than sight. It was late, the two of them were on the bed comparing scars. Kujaku and Jounouchi's sister had finally left, Mokuba and Noa were asleep and Yuugi was happily ensconced in Jounouchi's room instead of a spare room. He wasn't sure if Yuugi had formerly been aware of the standard sleeping arrangements or not, but the spiky haired duellist hadn't so much as raised an eyebrow when everyone had gone their rooms.
"That looks like that had been a nasty one." Jounouchi commented. They both carried their scars like badges of honour, proof that they had survived, each one had a story. Stories had gone from the fairly mundane, scars left from learning how to ride bikes or skateboards, to the sort of things that people didn't talk about. They had both been through what would have shattered other people and come out stronger for it.
"I pissed off Daimon by being correct." Seto smirked. He'd hurt for ages, but along with every stab of pain had been the smug knowledge that he'd been -right- and gotten one up on the bastards. "He broke a riding crop on my back for that."
"Thought those things were designed to make a loud noise-?" Jounouchi asked, removing his hand. Seto caught himself leaning towards the blond, following the contact, and stopped himself.
"The leather loop on the end, yes." He agreed. "But the stick is flexible enough to act like a whipping stick. Unless the repeated impact is too great."
Jounouchi nodded. "No offense, but your old butler disturbed the crap outta me."
"None taken. Daimon was a carry over from when Gozaburou was still alive. Most of my... 'education' was left in his hands." Daimon had not only been Gozaburou's butler, he'd also been a master in many forms of torture, both psychological and physical. It was an occupancy Daimon had enjoyed all too much. "I shed no tears when he left."
"When did he leave anyway?" Jounouchi tilted his head. "I remember seein' him before and after Death-T, but not after."
"He lost at his own game and suffered the consequences." Not that Seto had cared at the time. Nor did he now. Although dying because a baby pooped on your lap was a rather unusual way to go.
"Seriously?" The blond scratched his head. "That electric chair thingie? He lost?"
Seto raised an eyebrow. "You were there when it happened."
Jounouchi puzzled it out for a moment, before his eyes widened. "That's right, I passed out." He laughed, embarrassed, even as his tail thumped against the bed. "I'm not real good with those kinds of things..."
Hence Jounouchi's insistence against seeing horror movies. Although, the irony was a bit much.
Seto leaned forward, his finger just brushing a long thin scar that graced Jounouchi's throat, barely visible above the leather collar. "What about that one?"
"Ah, that one." Jounouchi traced the scar with his own fingers, a wicked grin twisting across his face at the memory. "That was thanks to some moron who thought I was as pretty as a whore and wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. Heard it took three months before he was released from the hospital."
The look on Jounouchi's face was a mixture of pride and fond rememberance, like it was an old joke whose punch line had yet to lose it's humour.
Seto swallowed, mentally stepping back and looking at Jounouchi in the dim light. 'Pretty as a whore' indeed. Exotic blond hair, fine features when they weren't screwed up in a comedic face and a toned athetic body, he must have been seen as a pretty prize by some.
Seto felt a sour taste in his mouth as he realised that his behaviour several weeks ago had been exactly that, no different than the person who had left the scar on Jounouchi's throat.
That he'd acted like a base lower street punk was a horrifying thought. It was an equally puzzling one to realise that Jounouchi -hadn't- lashed out and put him in the hospital as well.
Was it because Seto was his employer? His... friend, like the blond insisted? Something else?
"I never did apologise to you." Seto said quietly. "For behaving the way I did."
The look Jounouchi gave him was a slightly wary one, mixed with surprise. He was silent for a long moment.
"I'm not going to say it's okay." Jounouchi finally said, his voice harsh and laden with muted steel. "Because it -wasn't-. And it hasn't been forgotten either."
Once burned, twice shy, as the saying went. The blond had physically flinched the first several times Seto had tried to reach out like Jounouchi usually did, just offering simple contact. Jounouchi still twitched sometimes, or shied away. Jounouchi fidgeted while riding in the elevators now, always ready to move at half-second's notice, if need be. He didn't relax in Seto's company the way he used to. Even now, he was ready to run or fight at any wrong or sudden movement Seto made.
No, Jounouchi hadn't forgotten.
"-If it'd been anyone else, they would have been in the hospital for more than a measly three months." Jounouchi said quietly, with a firm confidence.
"I know." Seto agreed. He thought about it for a moment, then decided to ask the question on his mind. "Why didn't you?"
Jounouchi was silent. Too silent, for too long. "Thanks for not pressin' me about signin' that contract." He said, changing the subject instead of answering.
"It's... nothing." Seto waved it off. There was no time limit, although he would prefer to take over Industrial Illusions sooner rather than later. And it seemed foolish to press the blond for what had triggered the entire... incident.
Although, in retrospect, he wished he could remember more about that kiss.
"Mm." Jounouchi acknowledged his comment. "Still, I'm surprised you haven't done anything with it. It's been signed and in your briefcase for weeks now."
Seto blinked.
And blinked again.
"G'night!" Jounouchi grinned toothily at him as he quickly dove for the covers, scrabbling to crawl under them. Seto stared at the slightly snickering lump in the bed. Part of him wanted to get up and start work immediately, now that he knew he had everything in his grasp. Part of him wanted to smack Jounouchi with a pillow. The logical part of him recommended following the blond's lead, go to bed deal with this oversight in the morning.
So Seto, being the logical person he was, climbed under the covers on his side of the bed, turned off the light and jabbed the snickering Jounouchi with a pointed elbow as he settled down to sleep.
"Good -night-, Katsuya." He muttered darkly, promises of strangulation floating through his brain.
Jounouchi snickered in response.
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Takes place before the Mai Scene, before the Paid scene.
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"Ohhhhhhh...." Jounouchi let out a sigh of completely orgasmic bliss as he trembled slightly. "Nggh... Oh yeah, riiiiiight there... -Harder-... Oooooohhhh..."
"Dammit, where's my video recorder?" Mokuba demanded, the music from game he was playing with Yuugi suddenly cutting out as the game was put on pause. "If this isn't blackmail material, I don't know what is. Noa, can you record any audio?"
"Sorry." Noa apologised from over by Mokuba. He didn't sound overly sorry, however.
Jounouchi briefly debated flipping Mokuba the bird, but that meant moving his arms that his head was resting on. Mai shifted above him, hitting another sensitive spot and ooooh, that was good. That was all sorts of kinds of greatness. "Nghhhhhh..." Mai chuckled wickedly in return. Evil -evil- woman. "Marry me?" He groaned.
"'Niichan!" Shizuka scolded from her spot on the couch. She sounded more amused than stricken however.
"It's all right, I get that a lot." Mai was entirely too pleased with herself. "A good massage will open more doors than sex will."
"I'll believe that." Jounouchi gasped as something slid into place with an audible pop. There was a brief spike of pain-pleasure before the muscles relaxed. "Ugghhh..." Yuugi laughed softly in the background.
"Can you teach me?" Shizuka asked. "It looks interesting."
"Oh, yeah." Mai agreed tiredly, running her hands across Jounouchi's back, feeling for more muscle tension. "I'll need one after this if you don't mind practising on me." Somehow Mai managed to turn it into a lewd suggestion, but at the moment Jounouchi was beyond caring, he was just a happy lump of melted ooze. Even his -tail- felt good.
"Sign me up too." He muttered. "Right after this nap..."
"Nap good." Mai agreed, patting him on the back, then rolled off of his legs, tugging his sleep pants up so they weren't dipping down so indecently. "Oh, my legs are asleep. Someone give me a hand..."
He heard Yuugi's soft steps as the spiky haired duellist walked over and helped Mai stand up. There was a soft thump from the couch and Shizuka's soft laugh. He drifted off as Mai started to instruct Shizuka on giving her a leg massage, getting the blood back into her legs after kneeling over Jounouchi so long. He almost felt bad about it, but he couldn't find it in himself at the moment to do something about it.
When he rose to consciousness again, he found Yuugi stretched out next to him, looking like a melted kitten as Noa and Mokuba worked on Yuugi's back, laughing quietly as they did so. Yuugi was making similarly embarrassing sounds to the ones he had made. Mai gave the duo occasional instructions as she carded her fingers through Shizuka's hair. Shizuka was draped across Mai's lap, a peaceful expression on her face as she watched them.
"I see sleeping beauty is awake." Mai smirked.
He grunted intelligently as he stretched, feeling slightly sore and vaguely buzzed. He rolled his shoulders, then twisted from side to side, feeling things popping back into place. "Ooh... yeah." He rolled his head around, his neck making crackling sounds as he did so. "Owe you big time, Mai."
"Just put it on my tab." Mai airily waved it off with a grin. He grinned back, climbing to his feet and doing a few basic stretches, luxuriating in the feel of muscles and tendons moving freely without pain. They didn't keep track of how many times they owed each other. After a while, it just all evened out.
"Teach me how ta do that?" He requested, stretching his arms out. "Anythin' that feels that good hasta be shared."
Mai chuckled softly. "I'm afraid we're all out of practise partners." She apologised, leaning her head against the couch soft back. She looked relaxed, almost to the point of sleepy.
"We've all taken turns being practise dummies. Yuugi's the last one." Mokuba explained. "You've been out of it for a while."
"I think you needed it." Noa nodded in agreement, looking both amused and pleased. Jounouchi felt somewhat abashed for drifting off like that, usually he was much more aware, even while sleeping. Noa smiled at him reassuringly. "Don't worry. We would have woken you up if something came up."
"Thanks." He smiled back, rubbing the back of his head. Some body guard he was. But still, the nap and the massage had felt damn good, so he couldn't feel too bad about it.
"He can practise on me." Kaiba's quiet voice startled everyone, even making Yuugi jump slightly. The businessman had settled himself off in a corner when they'd first come in from duelling after breakfast, silently reading a book. Jounouchi hadn't heard him make a sound after that, except for the occasional rustle of a page. Apparently everyone had forgotten his presence, which knowing Ol' Blue Eyes, was what he had intended.
Mai was the first one to recover. "It's easier with your shirt off." She commented, striving for and not quite getting nonchalant.
"That's fine." Kaiba removed the robe he'd been wearing over his pyjamas. That was draped over a chair, then he unbuttoned the pyjama top, folding that over the robe. He still had his black arm bracers on, looking strangely incongruent with the rumbled pyjama pants. "Is there anywhere in particular I should lay down?"
Mokuba was watching his brother with obvious surprise in his eyes, but pointed next to Yuugi, where Jounouchi had been laying down. "There works. Need a pillow?"
"I'll be fine." Kaiba said calmly, walking over and laying on his belly on the soft carpet, resting his head on his folded arms. Jounouchi glanced over at Mai. Mai looked back and shrugged, spreading one hand wide to signal her lack of understanding. No help from that quarter then.
But then that was usually how it was with Ol' Blue Eyes. If he wasn't being absolutely hair-ripping infuriating by being a stubborn bastard, he was doing something unpredictable to knock you off balance.
Jounouchi shrugged back, then knelt down next to Kaiba. Mokuba gave him a small smile and nodded, silently offering cautious encouragement. Jounouchi gave him a small smile back, took a small meditative breath and reached out, running his fingers down Kaiba's bare back. Kaiba shivered slightly, muscles tensing and relaxing under his tentative touch. It was almost funny; despite his cool act, Kaiba was probably as nervous as Jounouchi was.
Kaiba's back was broad, small dips and valleys formed by well formed muscle all across it. But to Jounouchi's surprise, the skin wasn't as smooth as it looked up on first glance, it was almost covered by criss-crossing long thin scars. They weren't that visible unless he actively sought them out and looked for them, but they were definitely there. No wonder he had missed it when they'd sparred shirtless in Vegas.
But it sort of explained why Ol' Blue Eyes didn't like going around without being covered up. Probably didn't want the questions. the possible revulsion or the pity. He noticed Mokuba watching him with concern and smiled at him, hoping to reassure the younger Kaiba. He wasn't going to freak out at the this little unravelling of the tangled mystery that was Kaiba Seto. So Kaiba wasn't perfect. Big deal, he already knew that.
"So, Mai." He grinned, relaxing slightly as he realised that he had all this lovely bare skin there to explore and complete permission to touch. "What's the best way to start a massage?"
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Seto shivered slightly as Jounouchi's warm fingers trailed along his back, tracing a scar by touch more than sight. It was late, the two of them were on the bed comparing scars. Kujaku and Jounouchi's sister had finally left, Mokuba and Noa were asleep and Yuugi was happily ensconced in Jounouchi's room instead of a spare room. He wasn't sure if Yuugi had formerly been aware of the standard sleeping arrangements or not, but the spiky haired duellist hadn't so much as raised an eyebrow when everyone had gone their rooms.
"That looks like that had been a nasty one." Jounouchi commented. They both carried their scars like badges of honour, proof that they had survived, each one had a story. Stories had gone from the fairly mundane, scars left from learning how to ride bikes or skateboards, to the sort of things that people didn't talk about. They had both been through what would have shattered other people and come out stronger for it.
"I pissed off Daimon by being correct." Seto smirked. He'd hurt for ages, but along with every stab of pain had been the smug knowledge that he'd been -right- and gotten one up on the bastards. "He broke a riding crop on my back for that."
"Thought those things were designed to make a loud noise-?" Jounouchi asked, removing his hand. Seto caught himself leaning towards the blond, following the contact, and stopped himself.
"The leather loop on the end, yes." He agreed. "But the stick is flexible enough to act like a whipping stick. Unless the repeated impact is too great."
Jounouchi nodded. "No offense, but your old butler disturbed the crap outta me."
"None taken. Daimon was a carry over from when Gozaburou was still alive. Most of my... 'education' was left in his hands." Daimon had not only been Gozaburou's butler, he'd also been a master in many forms of torture, both psychological and physical. It was an occupancy Daimon had enjoyed all too much. "I shed no tears when he left."
"When did he leave anyway?" Jounouchi tilted his head. "I remember seein' him before and after Death-T, but not after."
"He lost at his own game and suffered the consequences." Not that Seto had cared at the time. Nor did he now. Although dying because a baby pooped on your lap was a rather unusual way to go.
"Seriously?" The blond scratched his head. "That electric chair thingie? He lost?"
Seto raised an eyebrow. "You were there when it happened."
Jounouchi puzzled it out for a moment, before his eyes widened. "That's right, I passed out." He laughed, embarrassed, even as his tail thumped against the bed. "I'm not real good with those kinds of things..."
Hence Jounouchi's insistence against seeing horror movies. Although, the irony was a bit much.
Seto leaned forward, his finger just brushing a long thin scar that graced Jounouchi's throat, barely visible above the leather collar. "What about that one?"
"Ah, that one." Jounouchi traced the scar with his own fingers, a wicked grin twisting across his face at the memory. "That was thanks to some moron who thought I was as pretty as a whore and wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. Heard it took three months before he was released from the hospital."
The look on Jounouchi's face was a mixture of pride and fond rememberance, like it was an old joke whose punch line had yet to lose it's humour.
Seto swallowed, mentally stepping back and looking at Jounouchi in the dim light. 'Pretty as a whore' indeed. Exotic blond hair, fine features when they weren't screwed up in a comedic face and a toned athetic body, he must have been seen as a pretty prize by some.
Seto felt a sour taste in his mouth as he realised that his behaviour several weeks ago had been exactly that, no different than the person who had left the scar on Jounouchi's throat.
That he'd acted like a base lower street punk was a horrifying thought. It was an equally puzzling one to realise that Jounouchi -hadn't- lashed out and put him in the hospital as well.
Was it because Seto was his employer? His... friend, like the blond insisted? Something else?
"I never did apologise to you." Seto said quietly. "For behaving the way I did."
The look Jounouchi gave him was a slightly wary one, mixed with surprise. He was silent for a long moment.
"I'm not going to say it's okay." Jounouchi finally said, his voice harsh and laden with muted steel. "Because it -wasn't-. And it hasn't been forgotten either."
Once burned, twice shy, as the saying went. The blond had physically flinched the first several times Seto had tried to reach out like Jounouchi usually did, just offering simple contact. Jounouchi still twitched sometimes, or shied away. Jounouchi fidgeted while riding in the elevators now, always ready to move at half-second's notice, if need be. He didn't relax in Seto's company the way he used to. Even now, he was ready to run or fight at any wrong or sudden movement Seto made.
No, Jounouchi hadn't forgotten.
"-If it'd been anyone else, they would have been in the hospital for more than a measly three months." Jounouchi said quietly, with a firm confidence.
"I know." Seto agreed. He thought about it for a moment, then decided to ask the question on his mind. "Why didn't you?"
Jounouchi was silent. Too silent, for too long. "Thanks for not pressin' me about signin' that contract." He said, changing the subject instead of answering.
"It's... nothing." Seto waved it off. There was no time limit, although he would prefer to take over Industrial Illusions sooner rather than later. And it seemed foolish to press the blond for what had triggered the entire... incident.
Although, in retrospect, he wished he could remember more about that kiss.
"Mm." Jounouchi acknowledged his comment. "Still, I'm surprised you haven't done anything with it. It's been signed and in your briefcase for weeks now."
Seto blinked.
And blinked again.
"G'night!" Jounouchi grinned toothily at him as he quickly dove for the covers, scrabbling to crawl under them. Seto stared at the slightly snickering lump in the bed. Part of him wanted to get up and start work immediately, now that he knew he had everything in his grasp. Part of him wanted to smack Jounouchi with a pillow. The logical part of him recommended following the blond's lead, go to bed deal with this oversight in the morning.
So Seto, being the logical person he was, climbed under the covers on his side of the bed, turned off the light and jabbed the snickering Jounouchi with a pointed elbow as he settled down to sleep.
"Good -night-, Katsuya." He muttered darkly, promises of strangulation floating through his brain.
Jounouchi snickered in response.
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