Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! I wish.
I am open to suggestions/requests for adding content to this story. It will likely end up quite lengthy, so bear with me. I will however finish it because I HATE unfinished stories! If you don't like what I'm writing, I give no apologies. Go elsewhere.
Enjoy!
"Many people were taken in by Stoker's memoire-style of writing and his fictional tale of Dracula was for a long time widely believed to be- oh!"
The droning monologue of Joey Wheeler's teacher was suddenly cut short, and despite Joey's persistent attempts to drown out her lecturing tone all afternoon, the abrupt silence drew his attention away from the deep groove he had been carving into his desk top. What had made old Mrs. Borrin (Joey wittily thought of her as Mrs. Boring) pause her lesson long enough to draw a breath? Joey could even hear a few students muttering and whispering to one another. Joey lifted his head up and his attention was immediately drawn by the dramatic figure of Seto Kaiba striding down the aisles between the seats. Even in the same uniformly ugly blue school blazer that everybody had to wear, he somehow looked much older and much more striking than anybody else. Although, Joey thought sourly, that was probably because Moneybags Kaiba had paid extra to get his uniform tailored. Who on earth tailors their school uniform? Somebody with too much money and not enough sense, Joey mused.
Taking advantage of the sudden silence, Joey waved his arm in the direction of Kaiba and playfully yelled out, "Heya Missus Borrin, now look what ya've done, talkin' about Dracula- you've summoned the undead!" A ripple of laughter rose from the class, dying off quickly as Kaiba slowed to a stop and turned his trademark glare on Joey. Even more sinister however was the smirk playing around the edges of his mouth.
"When I want to hear a filthy mongrel sit up straight and yap, I'll go to the circus, Wheeler."
Rage unfurled itself in Joey's gut. He hated being called a mutt, mongrel, whatever other insult Kaiba could throw at him about being a dog; the brunette knew exactly how to get a rise out of him. "Asshole! I'll show you who's a mongrel!" Joey leapt to his feet, pushing his chair pack several feet until it came to a rest against the desk behind him. In the next seat over, Yugi shifted in his seat and frantically whispered, "don't, Joey! You know you're already on a warning for fighting! Please sit down!" His large amethyst eyes were beseeching and already looked to be a bit teary; Yugi was always one to avoid conflict if he could help it and hated seeing others in strife. The air around and behind Yugi seemed to warp and shimmer and Joey knew that Yami was on the verge of emerging to defend his Aibu, whose emotions he had obviously picked up on; it was always the way between those two. Joey ignored Yugi and stood glaring at Kaiba with all the hatred he could summon; his fists were clenched whitely and almost shaking from the strength of his emotions. But he also knew Yugi spoke the truth; he could not afford another strike against his name or he would be suspended from school, and stuck all day at home with his father. At least at school he could punch back. Still glaring at the now openly smirking CEO who had taken his customary seat in the back corner, Joey gave one stiff nod before pulling up his seat and slowly sitting down. Mrs. Borrin was squawking away in the background at the two of them but Joey did not care; sitting hunched over his desk he proceeded to gouge deep furrows into his desktop with his pencil, imagining all the while it was Kaiba's eyes.