Post by Jessy on Nov 25, 2006 15:53:07 GMT -5
Ok, I blame Geoff for getting a Yugioh/Slayerettes theme into my head, and then for ending the role play leading to this! All my Jessy-centric Kaiba drooling madness put down on paper. Or, rather, web pages. So yeah. Don't read it if you don't want to, it'll probably get quite adult later on because, hey! I like dark and there will be language. Mainly English, but some French thrown in too. Oh, and the title? Total crap.
Joey Wheeler's grin as the new girl, Jessica Jackson, took her chair next to him, could have stretched the length of the Brooklyn Bridge and Seto Kaiba was loathe to admit he did not understand. The girl, for she had not yet gained the amount of respect needed to be referred to by the CEO by name, was not very pretty, at least not to the level of the buxom Mai Valentine who had so captured Wheeler's attentions during the Battle City tournament. Indeed, this girl was rather plain, with straight blonde hair and green eyes. The only interesting thing about her was Wheeler's fascination. Then again, Kaiba supposed, it could be put down to the mutt's extraordinarily bad taste.
"Now," the teacher began, smiling genially at a class of thoroughly uninterested students, "Jessica comes to us from America. Would you like to tell us something about yourself, Jessica-san? Please, feel free to speak in English. We understand if you have not yet perfected Japanese."
"Thank you, sensei, but I'd prefer to talk in Japanese. I hope I'm almost fluent, and practice makes perfect. Well, about me. I'm from Oklahoma in America, I speak Japanese, English, French and some other languages. I'm quite good at that, really. I'm a natural blonde, I'm anti-global warming, and I'm pretty sure I'm the only person in Japan who can't play Duel Monsters."
There was a collective gasp. She was sitting between Seto Kaiba and Joey Wheeler, with Yugi Motou, King of Games, in front of her, and she had openly admitted she could not play the game that put them on the map. But back to her seating position. Unsurprisingly, the only free desk in the room was that between Joey and Kaiba. Anyone who sat there should have expected a veritable war to be raging above, below and possibly through them. This girl, however, simply leaned back in her chair as she sat down and grinned back at Joey.
"Hey there cuz. Long time no see."
Ah, so that was it. This Jessica was a relative. Kaiba nodded to himself smugly, as though he had known all along.
"So, Yug, Trist, Tea, Bakura, this is Jessy, my cousin." Jessy smiled at the group gathered around the lunch table as a chorus of Heys and Hellos rang out from them.
"So, you came here from America then?" the shortest but most multicoloured of the group asked eagerly, as he perched on the table itself, giving him the appearance of height.
"Yeah, Oklahoma. Down south, bible territory. Good to get away from it."
"You must miss it," the only girl in the group insisted, whilst secretly thanking the stars that she had, or was shortly going to have, a girl friend.
"Not a whole lot," Jessy replied firmly before springing to her feet. "Now, lunch." She, Joey and Tristan headed off simultaneously to the cantine. Ryou chuckled to himself.
"Maybe not Wheeler by name, but Wheeler by nature." This comment was enforced somewhat by the events immediately following lunch.
Joey, being the good-natured guy that he was, walked Jessy to her locker and was running through the classes they had next when Kaiba stalked past. Unable to resist, Joey had rather audibly told Jessy about 'Money-bags' in a derogatory manner. Joey had quickly found himself pinned against the lockers by an irritatingly cool CEO.
"You know, for someone who professes to be the child prodigy of this generation, you really use your fists a lot. Though I can see where you get the child bit from." Jessy stood just beside the lockers, a Wheeler temper clearly flashing through green eyes.
Kaiba released Joey slowly and turned to this new upstart, the beginnings of a smirk gracing his lips. "Are you the mutt's walker, or just his bitch?" he asked loftily, towering over her as he stepped closer.
Now, Joey could have told him that nobody insulted a Wheeler, especially a female Wheeler like that and got away with it, but Joey being Joey, and Kaiba being Kaiba, he remained silent. Jessy reddened with anger and embarrassment, green eyes narrowing into an almost Kaiba-esque glare. "I'm not, but I'm beginning to think you might be."
"Why you little-"
"En francais, si vous plait."
There then followed the most furious and quick-paced of all the battles of wits that corridor had ever witnessed. It spanned five different languages, a range of insults and only ended when the bell signaled the start of the next class. Even then the two competed, both trying to best each other in every subject. Not that Kaiba showed any enthusiasm, of course. That simply wasn't his way.
Joey Wheeler's grin as the new girl, Jessica Jackson, took her chair next to him, could have stretched the length of the Brooklyn Bridge and Seto Kaiba was loathe to admit he did not understand. The girl, for she had not yet gained the amount of respect needed to be referred to by the CEO by name, was not very pretty, at least not to the level of the buxom Mai Valentine who had so captured Wheeler's attentions during the Battle City tournament. Indeed, this girl was rather plain, with straight blonde hair and green eyes. The only interesting thing about her was Wheeler's fascination. Then again, Kaiba supposed, it could be put down to the mutt's extraordinarily bad taste.
"Now," the teacher began, smiling genially at a class of thoroughly uninterested students, "Jessica comes to us from America. Would you like to tell us something about yourself, Jessica-san? Please, feel free to speak in English. We understand if you have not yet perfected Japanese."
"Thank you, sensei, but I'd prefer to talk in Japanese. I hope I'm almost fluent, and practice makes perfect. Well, about me. I'm from Oklahoma in America, I speak Japanese, English, French and some other languages. I'm quite good at that, really. I'm a natural blonde, I'm anti-global warming, and I'm pretty sure I'm the only person in Japan who can't play Duel Monsters."
There was a collective gasp. She was sitting between Seto Kaiba and Joey Wheeler, with Yugi Motou, King of Games, in front of her, and she had openly admitted she could not play the game that put them on the map. But back to her seating position. Unsurprisingly, the only free desk in the room was that between Joey and Kaiba. Anyone who sat there should have expected a veritable war to be raging above, below and possibly through them. This girl, however, simply leaned back in her chair as she sat down and grinned back at Joey.
"Hey there cuz. Long time no see."
Ah, so that was it. This Jessica was a relative. Kaiba nodded to himself smugly, as though he had known all along.
"So, Yug, Trist, Tea, Bakura, this is Jessy, my cousin." Jessy smiled at the group gathered around the lunch table as a chorus of Heys and Hellos rang out from them.
"So, you came here from America then?" the shortest but most multicoloured of the group asked eagerly, as he perched on the table itself, giving him the appearance of height.
"Yeah, Oklahoma. Down south, bible territory. Good to get away from it."
"You must miss it," the only girl in the group insisted, whilst secretly thanking the stars that she had, or was shortly going to have, a girl friend.
"Not a whole lot," Jessy replied firmly before springing to her feet. "Now, lunch." She, Joey and Tristan headed off simultaneously to the cantine. Ryou chuckled to himself.
"Maybe not Wheeler by name, but Wheeler by nature." This comment was enforced somewhat by the events immediately following lunch.
Joey, being the good-natured guy that he was, walked Jessy to her locker and was running through the classes they had next when Kaiba stalked past. Unable to resist, Joey had rather audibly told Jessy about 'Money-bags' in a derogatory manner. Joey had quickly found himself pinned against the lockers by an irritatingly cool CEO.
"You know, for someone who professes to be the child prodigy of this generation, you really use your fists a lot. Though I can see where you get the child bit from." Jessy stood just beside the lockers, a Wheeler temper clearly flashing through green eyes.
Kaiba released Joey slowly and turned to this new upstart, the beginnings of a smirk gracing his lips. "Are you the mutt's walker, or just his bitch?" he asked loftily, towering over her as he stepped closer.
Now, Joey could have told him that nobody insulted a Wheeler, especially a female Wheeler like that and got away with it, but Joey being Joey, and Kaiba being Kaiba, he remained silent. Jessy reddened with anger and embarrassment, green eyes narrowing into an almost Kaiba-esque glare. "I'm not, but I'm beginning to think you might be."
"Why you little-"
"En francais, si vous plait."
There then followed the most furious and quick-paced of all the battles of wits that corridor had ever witnessed. It spanned five different languages, a range of insults and only ended when the bell signaled the start of the next class. Even then the two competed, both trying to best each other in every subject. Not that Kaiba showed any enthusiasm, of course. That simply wasn't his way.
