Setting: Two Door Bedroom
Time: Night 004, an hour or two after the front door opens
Summary: Jonouchi's invaded by cuteness
Jonouchi sat on the end of his relocated bed, taking a bite out of a lunch bread from his steadily diminishing food supply. He had decided to barricade the door to his room, and had shoved the nightstand and bed up against one of the doors. That was all well and good, except for the fact that his bedroom had two doors. He was always facing the other door, knife within arm's reach. He didn't like the fact that his escape route was cut off, but on the other hand, it meant he couldn't be taken from behind either. It was a trade off well worth it in his mind. Thankfully, his luck had held up. He didn't know how far they were into the night, but none of the monsters had come knocking on his door yet. He polished off the bread and tossed the wrapper aside before stretching his arms out, small pops filling the air as he did.
The rest of the night was ahead of him, and Jonouchi didn't have a clue what to do. His tenacity and endless practicing had helped him master the hand seals fairly quickly, and he was growing tired of sitting around his room going through the same motions over and over. At the same time, as much as he was growing to hate sitting still, he didn't have a real reason to leave his room. Nighttime wasn't the best time to go out and ask Zetsu for training (though it was always a possibility, he had to admit). His food stores were running low, but they weren't low enough to warrant a visit to the kitchen. He had gone to the bathroom not too long ago, so he was fine in that regard. Just what was there to do then? He glanced over to the end of the bed, where his nearly forgotten duel disk lay.
He couldn't help but smile as he picked it up, slipping it back onto his arm for the first time in a long time. There was a time when his arm felt strange without it; now, he'd gone so long without, it felt awkward putting it back on. Awkward, but right. He might've been taken out of Domino City, and he might be training for something other than dueling, but Jonouchi knew he would always be a duelist at his core. As he shuffled his deck, memories came flooding back, and for the moment the blond was content to be lost in a world of cards, life points, and nostalgia.