Jou blinked at the unlabeled box he had found on his doorstep. Actually, it wasn't completely unlabeled, there was a tag crudely stapled on the box. He ripped it off and examined it. The "tag" was made of ripped school paper, as if it was hastily put on there. It read:
"To: You From: Someone You Know
Call it a late Christmas present. Hope you enjoy…"
Jou blinked, looked at the box then back at the tag.
He growled. "It must be some trick from Kaiba or something…" He muttered, glaring at the box as if it were a puppy-killer-baby-rapist of some kind.
He sighed softly and laid back on the floor. "I guess I should open it one of these days…" He said. He blinked and sweat dropped. "I'm talking to myself again, aren't I?" Such is the result of living alone.
He sat up again and gave the box the same accusing and cold glare. "What if it's a bomb? Or it's laced with small pox or something? Or what if it's one of Kaiba's dildos!?"
Several seconds passed.
He shrugged an