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-sighs- Okay, I know what you're thinking; What the fuck, is she writing another one?! Shouldn't she continue with The Christmas story? Yes, I should. But sadly, I have lost inspiration right now, and this idea was just eating away at me…

Okay, so the chapters will be rather short in this. I'll try to make it short, and funny, AND worth your while. I'm working on the next chapters as we speak, but I want to know if someone is interested in this. Lately, it seems like people's interest in my stories have faded…and yeah, it might be because they aren't that good anymore. But please, do leave me a line! I won't write more, or better, if no one tells me what they think!

I'm even thinking about quitting my writing here, people! I just…well, if no one reads what I'm writing, or don't appreciate it, I don't feel like I want to continue writing here. So please…PLEASE review!

Anyway…less ranting, more writing!

Plot: Jou takes the advices of a magazine in his pursuit of Seto Kaiba. Will it work out?

Disclaimer: Oh yes. The creator of Yu-Gi-Oh walked up to me the other day, saying that he wanted to give me Yu-Gi-Oh! Unfortunately, I had a moment of stupidity, so I turned him down.

Pairings: SetoJou, might be some hints of YamixYugi and BakuraxRyou, if you want.

Warnings: Some colourful words, and naughty thoughts. Nothing mature, I think.

Alright, that's all! Now read and review!

Prologue

Normal POV

"Damnit." Jou muttered, while stuffing his dirty clothes into the washing machine. Huffing, and pulling his blonde hair back with a swift flick of his hand, Jou stomped back into his room.

For some reason, Jou's father, Mao Jounouchi, had decided that this particular Sunday was proclaimed cleaning day in Jounouchi residence. Apparently, having a clean home was very, very essential for a growing boy.

Jou gave a faint smile. Even though he hated cleaning, he had to admit that being told to clean was much better than being slurred at from the couch. After attending to several AA meetings, and getting a new job, Mao Jounouchi had become the father Jou remembered from being a kid. He now looked several decades younger, with golden, trimmed hair and the same honey colored eyes as Jou.

Yeah. It was definitely much better now, Jou decided, while he padded back towards his room to clean up some more.

"Katsuya!" The deep voice of his father called from the kitchen, making Jou stop for a second. "Have you finished cleaning your room yet?"

"Not yet, dad!" Jou hollered back. "I'm working on it!" Without waiting for his father to answer, Jou walked into his room and slammed the door shut. Amber eyes quickly took a look at the room.

It looked like it had been hit by a bomb. A bomb full of magazines, candy wrappings and Duel monster cards. Over at the small desk, papers and books laid in messy, dangerously high piles, and the bookshelf was half empty. (well, that explained all the books on the desk…)

With a sigh, Jou walked over to the desk. He'd start there; it looked the least life threatening. Jou grabbed a pile of books, and lifted it up, turning around to walk to the bed to dump them there. But, before he could even take one step, a treacherous object was put in his path.

Namely, the corner of the rug.

With a startled, not-really-masculine cry and resounding 'wham', Jou fell face first onto the floor. The books flew in all directions, and papers fluttered to the floor around him.

A groan escaped Jou as he slowly forced himself up onto his elbows. Uttering every curse he had ever heard, both in Japanese, English and Spanish (which he had learned by looking them up in a dictionary), Jou glared back to the rug behind him.

"Stupid piece of waste of floor-room." Jou hissed angrily.

The rug merely laid on the floor, not responding to Jou's claim. (but, Jou was damn sure that it was mocking him silently.)

Muttering another few well chosen words, Jou started to heave himself upwards, but something in front of him stopped him. Under a few books, a small flash of pink was visible.

Jou frowned. He didn't own anything pink…

Cautiously, Jou reached out and pulled out the horribly coloured thing. At seeing what it was, Jou's mouth fell open with surprise. It was a magazine. But not just ANY old magazine…

It was a GIRL magazine. With a glossy wrapping, with big, colourful letters, and utterly girly articles. Stuff like 'BIG TEST; WHICH MASCARA IS THE BEST?', and 'HOW TO MAKE AN ORGASM LAST; DON'T BE SATESFIED WITH TEN SECONDS, GIRLS! And to top it all; the title of the magazine was 'GirlPower', written with huge, pink, glittery letters.

A wave of nausea hit Jou, and he shuddered from his toes, all the way up to the tips of his unruly hair. Stuff like these made him happy that he was gay. Girls were downright scary. And so were girl magazines.

Jou was just about to throw the magazine where it belonged, the garbage can, (close enough; it was hard to find a hell pit these days.) when a title on the magazine caught his eye.

Well, it was rather hard to miss; it stood written over the whole front page in bold, bright red letters. It said; 'HOW TO CATCH THE MAN OF YOUR DREAMS; IN 8 SIMPLE STEPS! More info on page 23.'

Jou bit his lip lightly. He really shouldn't look into that…it was a girl's magazine, after all. But the thought of perhaps getting some guidelines in something he could never ask his friends about was so tempting…after all, it couldn't hurt…it was probably just nonsense that he could laugh off later anyway…

Jou had, for such a long time, been secretly in love with Seto Kaiba. He didn't know what had caused it; it had just hit him one day, when he was watching the other in math-class. The way the sun played in the chestnut hair, and the nonchalant way he spoke, moved and just simply breathed.

And yes. The wet dreams about him had helped too.

There was only one problem.

Kaiba hated his guts.

Jou had, during the whole last month, desperately tried to make Seto notice him, to talk to him, to just acknowledge his existence. But it had been all in vain; for some reason, Seto Kaiba had decided to ignore him, except for the occasional insult thrown at him in the corridors.

Jou had really tried everything he could think of. He had tried talking to Seto, but every time he did, he was shot down with an insult, or just a sneer.

He had tried to write him a letter about how he felt, but he managed to put it in the wrong locker. It ended up with some cheerleader, who laughed into his face, and threw the pieces of the letter into his face. (luckily, Jou had forgotten to add Seto's name in the letter. If he had…well, then the girl probably would have thrown something else in his face. Like a knife.)

Damnit, he had even tried the 'stumbling-into-your-lap-technique'! That had only served him a 'clumsy mutt' and getting pushed down onto the cafeteria floor.

So Jou had decided that he should forget about the young CEO, and his gorgeous blue eyes. He would also forget about that smooth, sexy voice, and that sweet, spicy scent of cinnamon and cologne that made his head spin and made his knees weak. And that damned hot body of his, he'd forget as well.

As you can tell, the forgetting part wasn't going very well.

Giving the magazine another long look, and thinking it over for a second, Jou swallowed his pride (and manliness) and opened the magazine. Taking one small look couldn't hurt, right? It wasn't like the world would end if he…just read the article?

Somewhere in the distance, you could hear the Four Riders of the Apocalypse start their journey towards earth.

End Chapter

Well, that's a start. Now to start working on the next chapters…they will be the advices the magazine had! I won't explain very much about it…it will mostly be humor, and me making fun of girly-magazines. Anyone who has read one will understand what I'm talking about…XD

Anyway. See you next chapter! (if you all want one, that is.)

-The Blonde Midget